First Post On The Hellsite, Hi Everybody!

First post on the hellsite, hi everybody!

Knew this day would come.

Anywho, I'll be posting some poetry and story ideas on here, let's see if I can figure out the tagging system.

ATTENTION ARTISTS OF TUMBLR

since tumblr is going to start scraping blogs to train ai be sure to glaze and nightshade your art!! Not only will both of these programs protect your art from being copied but nightshade also poisons any ai that tries to steal it

here is some more info on these tools and where you can download them:

Nightshade: Protecting Copyright (uchicago.edu)

Nightshade: Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - What is Glaze (uchicago.edu)

Glaze - Downloads (uchicago.edu)

Path of the Wayward Souls (Arc 0)

It’s said that not all those who wander are lost. But like any proverb, there are exceptions. And now, atop a grassy hill that is only one of many on a seemingly endless plain, there is an exception in the form of two weary travelers.

Or maybe just unprepared ones.

“I think we’re lost.” Nero had been looking at the map for the better part of five minutes before folding it with a huff. The map had been practically useless for a while now, but at least it could be kept for sentimental value.

“We could always ask someone for directions,” Ellie suggested, not paying attention to Nero at all and taking great delight in stepping on a poor unsuspecting anthill. Because she was too busy watching the ants scurry for their lives in the face of a malevolent giant, she didn’t see the very unimpressed look her best friend was giving her. 

“Ellie, we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Nero paused to take off his pack and put the map away, searching for a compass instead, “Who exactly are we going to ask?” 

Ellie had to think for a moment, becoming bored with the ants and settling on kicking the pile to bring about unimaginable chaos to the tiny community, before shrugging her shoulders and looking out across the horizon. Nero just sighed while muttering “Very helpful, Ellie…” 

The sun beat down on the two, Ellie shielding her eyes with a hand as she looked out over the grass, searching for something. Nero was searching too, but only for a compass that had migrated to the bottom of the bag somehow. 

And in only a matter of seconds, he had found the compass and had to steady himself after being nearly bowled over by a rather large wolf. 

“Hirudo-!” Nero had no time to say much else, as the wolf merely kept running toward Ellie, who greeted him with open arms and a very enthusiastic “PUPPY!” Nero dusted himself off while Ellie had her reunion with HIrudo, supporting the red wolf easily and letting him lick her face. He was happy to see the wolf, really, but that didn’t solve their current predicament. 

“Yes, yes, good to see you too, Hirudo. Next time, don’t try and knock me over please.” His hand sank easily into the soft fur of Hirudo’s scruff, and he rolled his eyes as Hirudo only let out a loud boof in response to Nero’s request. Oh well, you can’t win everybody. 

Ellie scratched at the fur of Hirudo’s back, praising him for being “Such a good boy, scouting the area,” before setting Hirudo down. She looked at Hirudo for one long moment, then at Nero, and then back at Hirudo to ask “Which way, buddy?” She purposefully ignored the sound of Nero’s palm meeting his forehead.

Hirudo barked once before beginning to run, circling around the two a few times before stopping in front of them, maw open like a smile. He took off again, stopping a little ways ahead to look back at them, tail wagging and barking again. 

“Well, you heard the baby, Nero. Hirudo says we’re going this way,” Ellie snarked, chuckling at Nero’s eye roll (fond as it may have been) before grabbing her pack where she left it and starting her trek down the hill. 

“Alright then,” Nero walked after Ellie, hand over his eyes and calling out, “Lead the way, Hirudo!” The grass was tall enough to come up to Nero’s waist, Hirudo a bright spot of red in a sea of green making the grass swish and sway with the movement. The sun was still high in the sky, bearing down on the adventurers with their focus on the journey ahead. “We’ve got a long way to go.” 

You’ve talked in the past about patreon’s anti-horny policies, and how they impact creator’s income streams, and so I thought maybe this could be of interest to you/others in that situation. Someone is trying to put together a collective legal action against Mastercard. https://x.com/pom_poison/status/1768753517651546540?s=46&t=366EMtqp8Vh2MIY7oWvoKw Please also feel free to ignore me! But it seemed neat.

PS I love your book, thank you for the excellent words!

Thank you so much! And thank you for bringing this to my attention.

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Self Ecosystem

There's rot inside of me, my self contained system.

Green pus and mold, caked and flaked

Black tissue and yellow sinew, old joints and dust for bones.

My face is twisted beyond my comprehension, a stranger in my reflection.

The lake is dark and brackish, an endless black expanse with no bubbles to mar the surface.

Skin ripped to shreds and fed to the beasts below.

Birds and bats and bugs crawl and screech and writhe, pour out the sockets

The birds peck at glassy eyes and the bats scream in my voice

Bugs feast on the flesh.

Red and blood, rend the tissue.

Fire burns and blisters, boils and chars

A blackened husk left in the wake of the rain, cool and crips waters in rivulets of clear to blue

Black fades to grey and brown, cracked and dry mud and clay of my being.

My face is calm and still, the features worn and faded.

The lake is brown and low, reedy and muddy where it burns against the shore.

Birds and bats retreat to their nests, a great mass taking flight away from me

The bugs burrow in the dirt to sleep.

I am baptized by the fire, scorched in the blaze

I am reborn in the water, healed by the rain.

Green grows in flowers and moss, forget me nots for eyes.

The bird feathers grow, brown mottled down for feathers of all colors and sweet song

The bats hang from the branches of trees I have grown, fur so soft and light

Butterflies and spiders, dragonflies and salamanders among the flowers

Flowers burst from the ground, clay to fertile soil, birds of paradise and heliotrope.

The lake is blue and clear, fish ripple the surface while alligators lounge on the shore, shrimp and oysters in the reeds.

Cattails whistle with the wind, the flowers turn to the sun

The green of my face growing true, the sun in my leaves and branches

I nurture this system,

This ecosystem of me.