if you say rebagel i honest too god hope you get hunted by large predator animals through unfamiliar jungle territory also you break your leg while you’re running and you bleed out and ants lick up the blood and ant eaters eat the ants and so the ant eaters have alsoo consumed you like the large predator animals are about to and now you feel the forest itself beginning too eat you and bacterias feast on you like a whale fall for 1 million bacteria years (much shorter than our years but they are significant to them none the less)
wow joan i never took you for such a hater
sorry…. i just got so caought up in my own beautiful mind…..
got done reading yet another villainess isekai manwha and everything has slotted into place for the “horror fantasy where the protag lets the malevolent force of the executed ‘villain’ possess her body to hunt down and slowly massacre the villain’s former circle of friends, ending with the King who ordered her execution despite their both having been lovers’ novel
the answer was in the religious devotion inherent in lesbianism
got done reading yet another villainess isekai manwha and everything has slotted into place for the “horror fantasy where the protag lets the malevolent force of the executed ‘villain’ possess her body to hunt down and slowly massacre the villain’s former circle of friends, ending with the King who ordered her execution despite their both having been lovers’ novel
Listen under the whispering door has been well written and pretty good so far its just. There’s something Bugging me about it and the main character that makes it hard to put into words. Like there’s something to be said about a main character who’s unlikable but like. This guy in life was just an out and out capitalist. Like when he fires a woman he makes it a point to rescind her daughter’s scholarship. And now we’re supposed to want him to be with this cute empathetic teashop owner….?
Idea: A game where you have to make a Karkat-styled rant based on a single word prompt
Prompt: English
Oh, I’m sorry, do you mean the piece of shit language cobbled together from the rancid table scraps left over from the verbal banquet all the other languages were having, trying to crawl into its seat at the table blowing pus bubbles from its fucknasty approximation of a moldy pie-hole and projectile vomitting up the remains of coherency or common sense? Or do you mean the piece of shit nation that spawned it and yet was so ashamed, so fucking devastated by its own identity that it had to give itself a title like “"the British”“? Or- and stop me now if you need to, because there’s a zillion options out in the collective consciousness that is funneled into my goddamn suffering that I could say here and you’re sooner going to see me choke to death on my own flying spit than see me reach the end of that particular list- do you mean the PIECE OF SHIT green skullfucker that haunts our EVERY WAKING MOMENT as if this uncaring CLUSTERFUCK OF A COSMOS wasnt DEADSET on seeing my days play out like a shoestring budget indie feature filmbros castrate themselves to on the altar of EARTH SUNDANCE FESTIVAL NIGHTS? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW LITTLE SLEEP I GET BECAUSE OF QUESTIONS LIKE THESE. I COULD BE HERE TYPING FOR LITERAL YEARS AND IT WOULDN’T EVEN GET TO THE LITTLEST TOPMOST LAYER OF SOIL IN THE GRAVE I AM DIGGING MYSELF INTO WITHIN THE MOTIONS OF ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER A CALL TO ACTION AS MIND-NUMBINGLY STUPID AS THIS. I WILL BE LITERAL BONES AND CHITIN DUST BEFORE WE REACH THE END OF THE WAYS I CAN BE LAID IN THIS STONE MONUMENT TO A SINGLE WORD LIKE ”“”“ENGLISH”“”“. THE LIST OF BULLSHIT IS NEVERENDING AS IS MY HATE -
