Translation for those who cannot speak the eldritch languages:
They wake; they sleep. They're alive; they're dead.
Here, there; up, down; past, future; is and is not; many, one, and none; all the same to them.
quagma is already here; it's too late to run
For an example, this octopus will share what they've recently done on this regard.
The main character cannot cuss, as a condition of their form and abilities. As the character is related to sweetness and sugar, I've replaced all their cusses with cooking ingredients and foods that sound similar...
q log #49: the desire for AI-everything has really opened our eyes to just how many people only want to be narcotized by content rather than engaged with art
ten or eleven, much to parent's chagrin
to be fair, they were a lot better at keeping up the illusion for younger siblings which lead to there being no reason to disbelieve in the chimney traveler.
{ooc} neato! can't wait! we've got a couple ideas still brewing for a chapter or two, though since we're prioritizing other projects, it may take a little while to come to fruition.
hopefully each new attempt is better than the last.
there is a multipart arc in the works that will tie up a few...
You know things are rough when you start selling your lifeblood to get by. On the plus side, lives are being saved and bank accounts relieved. On the downside, needles ?
Once again, asking investigators in crime dramas to STOP MOVING AND TOUCHING THE EVIDENCE WITH THEIR BARE HANDS and contaminating every crime scene they wander into.
[there's a tiny little brain at the base of each one. unlike an ordinary terran cephalopod, ours have developed much further than a few simple nerve ganglions. also unlike mortal cephalopods, we can regrow lost brain matter, which makes losing a tentacle much less stressfull]