The bright moon behind the trees last night

@sketchesbyboze.bsky.social A distant cousin of yours?

I hate so much that when you google "palantir" now, the results for pages and pages are about the software company instead of the seven seeing-stones 🧐 They are not even all accounted for

If you still have X, would you mind retweeting this? Meta’s active sabotaging of our anti-trafficking work has been a source of tremendous harm. x.com/theexodusroa...

Therapist: those feelings are completely normal to have Me: damn it I want to be special

My 12-year-old nephew introduced me to his friend as, "my aunt, the one I told you is really good at Minecraft" so now I know I've made it in life

I don’t know why there are so many articles on how to dress for your body type when literally everyone looks good in wizard robes

Me early in every Dragon Age game: ehhh I don't know about this, not really feeling it Me 10-20% into every Dragon Age game: this is my life now

I bet doom scroll meant something way cooler in the middle ages.

Been busy coping with reality and deliberating over important things like whether to romance the demon-possessed assassin who loves coffee or the most perfect adorable dwarf

millennials—we won't check texts or DMs, but send us a cursed spirit from the darkest depths of the ocean and...

Ending the year on the high note of having worked up to politely asking a stylist to go a little easier on the comb that she was jerking through my hair instead of suffering in silence. Next up, world domination 👹

Merry Christmas etc. from my wizard lair

My Christmas wish is to wander into a forest where leafless branches glisten under the weight of icicles and the dark blur of a crow out of the corner of my eye leads me to a glade where the shadow of something ancient and monstrous and wise waits under the moonlight

This is purely personal but looking up a fantasy novel and finding the protagonist is named something like Josh or Sarah kills my desire to read it so fast even if it's set in our world. I don't need to relate to the main character's name; I want them be a little weird! 😭

On this Winter Solstice, may your candles glow golden & your hearths burn bright, may your mittened hands stay warm holding hot spiced wine, & may your resplendent crown of holly & mistletoe catch the cold but admiring eye of the ancient god who dwells deep within the winter woods

I have what I like to call a weak tether to the physical realm (the peasants refer to this as "clumsiness")

Healing can be a long, slow process. Don't rush it. Rest, drink something warm. Have a little vengeance. Organize the skulls of your enemies on your desk. Then get back to it when you're ready. 😌

I love to settle into a place, to become boring socially but interesting from afar like a strangely shaped log to be briefly investigated while on a walk for other purposes

Wizards will literally harness sinister magicks in a bid to attain godhood instead of going to therapy

A raven is like a writing desk because they both go in my dream home in a dark-wood study at the end of a hall of swords

"Go touch grass" Some of you should stay inside, actually

I hope that if there's an afterlife our ancestors can watch us from, then there's a multi-generational delay before they're allowed to. Mind your own business, mom

Last night I dreamed someone put a dirty flip-flop on my hat and that I had to fight an evil demon-god (roughly equivalent horrors)

I like listening to classical music and wearing velvet while cripplingly depressed...if I'm going to feel this way, I may as well cultivate my moody vampire or artist dying of angst vibes at the same time

It's tough not having the kitchen counter space for a bunch of functionally-useless glass bottles in a myriad of shapes carved with arcane runes and filled with mysterious colored liquids

Downloading a phone app be like: this app requires access to your camera, location, identity, and soul, and contracts you to one hundred years of service in Davy Jones’s crew. But you can play happy magic farm animal word puzzle with your friends. Enjoy your time at sea

You know the drill...when I post old tweets here...pretend you've never seen them before. 😏

Lestat trying to cope with inhabiting a mortal form again in The Tale of the Body Thief is basically just daily life when you're neurodivergent 😆

Remembering the ways books have taught me to persist: with courage and companionship, with kindness to those met on the journey, with the sort of hope that keeps putting one foot in front of the other long after you’ve forgotten the feeling of its light.

Scoring high on tests again! 🤓 This time for PTSD 🤔

Holding deep disappointment and the persistence of magic and wonder at the same time, the peace of a snowy wood and the desire to make a pact with an ancient forest god for the downfall of my enemies

Minecraft is so funny...plant a garden, adopt some animals, build a house, trade with villagers, harvest the dark fungal growth fueled by the souls of the damned

Saw you from across the bar and thought you might want to be turned into a tree by way of ancient forest magic

Your body isn't punishing you, it's expressing its needs. When your muscles scream, back contorts, two legs won't hold you, hair grows into a thick coat, and face shifts into a savage canine maw, that means your body needs you to run wild through the forest under the moonlight.

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Whimsy and nonconformity and finding the magic in life are great and all, but I also need to see the dramatic downfall of the unjust in power

Funny that people act as though "I'd like to see you do better!" is a valid counter-argument to critiquing the writing of shows or movies. Laddie, this is not the only movie I've seen in my life; I'm 100% sure there are many screenwriters out there who could do better regardless of whether I could.

Demurely and mindfully being an agent of chaos in the mortal realms

You could be someone's beacon in the darkness. A flickering candle in the attic of a haunted house on the moors, or witch-light in the old forest on a moonless night.

Find a will to live that works for you. A soft-moss, cup-of-tea, gentle will to live; a fiery-defiance-of-your-abusers will to live; a morbid curiosity or even a worn-out, secondhand will if you aren’t quite sure of the right fit yet.

If being a person is too much work, it's okay to take a break and be a nameless thing that haunts the shadows, a creature on the fringes of perception whose passage is only marked by cheese gone missing from the fridge

You don't have to be small and easily digestible. You can be strange and full of contradictions. You can give an evasive, mysterious smile when asked to explain yourself. You can shed your human skin for one of scale and feather and claw and go live in the deep woods.

I don't want to participate in late-stage capitalism, I want to participate in a ritual by the light of the stars as the wind picks up our grief and whispers it through the trees, the ground begins to tremble, the veins under our skin begin to glow with ancient and angry magics

If you grew up being punished or mocked for your feelings, if repressing them became a matter of safety or survival, you might be triggered when people around you express themselves openly and without shame, and all you know is you suddenly feel anxious and endangered. Awareness helps with healing.

The only grind I want is spices under a pestle for adding to my morning tea as I look out across the realm from my high stone tower on the edge of a misty wood

Listen, your oath to protect the good and wellbeing of the kingdom includes your own good and wellbeing, too – it’s a tough job, but get those eight hours in when you can! #knights #horses #selfcare #coloredpencils #illustration

Girls just want a little treat and to be an elf witch of terrible power

If you needed to see the woods today

My childhood fantasies: what if I was the chosen one and had magic powers and a pet dragon My adulthood fantasies: what if I could go to therapy, work a job I enjoy, pay my bills comfortably, and have magic powers and a pet dragon