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Parce Domine – 15%

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  • dearest reader, sit a moment with me and hear the ill-fated tale of thomasina bateman — no spoilers. the exvacation of hob’s barrow is a point-and-click adventure set in the 1890s. you assume the role of thomasina bateman, an antiquarian who’s come to the northern english village of bewlay to excavate a burial mound. lured by the letter for promise of mystery and the chance to add to her book, vestiges of the antiquities in rural england. upon arrival, met with mystery confusion and doors slammed in her face. this doesn’t deter her. like thomasina, i am a woman of…

    eheygh: on the excavation of hob’s barrow


  • ⟢ hello, reader! long time no see ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ content warning for abuse! i hope this finds you with a cortisol level lower than mine. i am alive! despite the horrors, of which there are many, let’s imagine that every piece i’ve ever penned was a page in a speculative fiction and every poem was me recalling a room from memory. over the last ten years, the same themes kept popping up in different fonts: child is born to people who should not be parents (or together at all) → child is raised on red flags by people who were groomed…

    eheygh: alive! despite the horrors, of which there are many,