Solo Dev of a TTRPG called The Shining City, huge TTRPG nerd in general.
26, he/him, effeminate fellow
Feels good to be making art again.
Feels good to be making art again.
to celebrate im going to have gay sex with my faggot transgender dog girl
to celebrate im going to have gay sex with my faggot transgender dog girl
Reskeet this if you refuse to pay for BlueSky+ until trust & safety decides to prioritize marginalized users.
That's $96 / year of lost revenue for each reskeet...
Reskeet this if you refuse to pay for BlueSky+ until trust & safety decides to prioritize marginalized users.
That's $96 / year of lost revenue for each reskeet...
My heart goes out to everybody who's hurt by things right now. Our people have always been an outgroup, always be there for each other, and make our enemies miserable in whatever way you can.
My heart goes out to everybody who's hurt by things right now. Our people have always been an outgroup, always be there for each other, and make our enemies miserable in whatever way you can.
More people need to be playing the TTRPG CAIN so I can talk to them about it.
More people need to be playing the TTRPG CAIN so I can talk to them about it.
Don't get too close.
Don't miss.
Don't get too close.
Don't miss.
In every site of atrocity, in every place that's horrid history is shrouded in darkness, an unwitting shrine to Yidarith is built. Few who stumble into the Goddess of Ruin's reach ever return to tell the tale...
In every site of atrocity, in every place that's horrid history is shrouded in darkness, an unwitting shrine to Yidarith is built. Few who stumble into the Goddess of Ruin's reach ever return to tell the tale...
After the Immolation drove their species to the brink of a self wrought extinction, this xokier seeks to rebuild the cruel glory of the long fallen empire he still serves. A living relic, a monster of the Old World.
After the Immolation drove their species to the brink of a self wrought extinction, this xokier seeks to rebuild the cruel glory of the long fallen empire he still serves. A living relic, a monster of the Old World.
On a rare quiet afternoon, Zahais enjoys a couple inhales of thistle, overlooking the city streets from his balcony.
On a rare quiet afternoon, Zahais enjoys a couple inhales of thistle, overlooking the city streets from his balcony.