Goooooood day!
Some of you folks probably know me by other names, Rainy, or Cadence to name a couple. If you still wanna call me by those, feel free! I certainly don't mind in the slightest!
Rhett the Dakotaraptor is my latest iteration. A ten year old, slightly nerdy critter whom is basically learning to care for things smaller than he's used to. :3
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| Species | Dakotaraptor steini |
| RL Age | 30 |
| Middle-age | 10 |
I think the most consistent through-line for my little/middle aesthetic is the neverending sense of curiosity about the world and all the systems that make it up, getting lost in the vast complexities...
Though then I also look at things like a feeling of sonder and "Hey I actually DIG this thought of looking at a random person driving their car or walking down the street and try to grasp the complexities of their own lives, this sorta' stuff is AMAZING"
... I know some micros wanna be part of the game, or at least observe it...
... so is it fair to give them field-side seats, in a way, er...
... and by that I mean inside my diaper while I play?
Called out to a pump station in the middle of the night because a pump was failing on high vibration.
You’re looking at the head end of a three foot long mass of accumulated ‘flushable’ wipes, clothing items such as underwear and socks, yoga pants, and assorted garbage.
I am covered and soaked from head to toe in raw sewage. I am likely going to throw these clothes away. All of them. Socks. Shoes. Pants. Shirt. Vest.
I will never, ever entertain ‘diapers are gross and yucky’ ever again. I’m sorry. I may shit my pants, but at least I know better than to treat my toilet like a fucking magic portal to nowhere.
Look how was I supposed to know that the landscape wasn’t one of those city-themed carpets?
