Full Time Pixie @elfi@pixie.town

@Anzeliane @deejvalen just kiss already, you two

@Anzeliane angry moth noises

@f0x replace with moth brain, lamp always sparks joy

@D6016 @lunalapin cornbread :o~

This sounds like a good tradition actually

@sunsetmoth I kind of had a feeling he'd do something like this after all the references snuck into a crap guide to D&D

@maxine lämp

@kat let's go do an ecoter'rism

@AzureHusky and that thunder, dang

@D6016 a day of quiet doodling sounds quite good as a matter of fact

@kat oath based paladins are even more amazing for this concept

Trans girl paladin powered by sheer force of will to protect those who are unprotected, guide those as she was guided, and pave the way for better self-understanding

To hell with gods and kings, she fights with the power of the people

@Shadow8t4@vulpine.club *happy moth noises for fuit gumy!*

*does a tiny flop, lays moth leggies out, wingblankets, does a heckin sleep*

@Shadow8t4@vulpine.club fuit gumy fuit gumy fuit gumy *taps moth leggies on table*

I woke up from that exhausted, but I did eventually fall back asleep. that was a better dream, of a more vibrant and idyllic world, my fiancée was visiting and we took a train to an LGBTQ fantasy convention held in an old open mall. We shopped for clothes, she bought a bunch of swords, and we went to look at suitcases to bring them back home in

I rather more like having "we are lesbians and have too many swords to bring home from a con" as the only conflict in my dreams

Last night was rough. Dreamt of reality decaying, worm-like creatures sprouting from the seams, constantly fleeing knowing the first green-ringed door to the left would be a gateway to an intact reality, but always someone went through the wrong door and influenced the next reality's decay from outside trying to claw their way back in.

At some point I picked the wrong door, choosing one that was blue instead of green when colour started draining from that reality. Knowing I was lost, I gave the others tools, machines to fight back, to save as many people as possible when the entities from beyond began to break through, but each successive reality got smaller and farther away, until it was but a single house in the last survivor's memory and there were no more green-ringed gateways...

@compufox tiny moons for tiny moths