Figures At Work In A Winter Landscape, An Approaching Storm Beyond (1859) By Fredrik Marinus Kruseman

fabriz (qpr) doodles for the soul :3

kitten I'm gonna be honest, daddy was kind of a construct existing largely in the form of your gestalt memories of several different people, so he may not exist as an individual in the way you had previously assumed, if such a person ever truly existed at all

where you go I go

what you see I see

A tortoisaurus

he took his pinkie in the divorce </3

Uh oh! The Oracle has killed herself rather than face the future she foresaw. Market analysts are speculating this may be bad for the economy

#a polaroid of me apparently

putting a polaroid of you on my unhinged conspiracy board and linking you with a red string to a post it note that just says "gay"

Also if I could run a dnd session that worked like Ilmar I think my life would be complete. The whole book felt like i was watching dominoes fall in slow motion while all the narrators played a fucked up relay race with the narrative and it was just so good

OKAY FACTS i had almost the EXACT same thought and i was especially struck by the reproach?? almost immediately i was like ohhhhh i want to send my players here. but yes. the plotting. the way it starts with one death and just snowballs and you're following that single thread, that one pulse of the butterfly's wing rippling out through this living, breathing city.