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[ID: screenshots of an eight-tweet Twitter thread by Kit Whitfield.

image one: "Nice people are struggling over the revelations on Gaiman, and something I keep hearing is, 'His work had a big influence on how I shaped my own identity.' So here's something to remember: You did that. He didn't do it for you."

image two: "I was never a deep Gaiman fan, so maybe I can't talk, but I do know how a certain kind of charisma works. There's a THING people love, and someone is a star at it. Not just into it, but 'make it their own'. Say: they don't just paint with a lot of blue, they're the Blue Artist. Do you like blue too? You'll find a lot of it in their work. Maybe you'll develop your love of blue looking at it. Maybe their work is where you first realised how much you love blueness."

image three: "Cool. But they don't own the colour blue. It was your eyes that saw the colour, your brain that interpreted it, your heart that felt its beauty. You didn't love it because they're the Blue Artist, but because you were always a person who could love the sky. And if you came across their work when you needed to figure some things out, and you used it to do that?"

image four: "You put in the work to build yourself. They don't get to be your identity landlord just because you both see beauty in blue. They are smaller than the sky. Some artists are very, very good at branding themselves so you might feel like you have to go through them to love the thing you love. But it's just branding. People can make great use of blue, but nobody IS blue. You stand under the same rainbow."

image five: "So if his stuff helped you figure some things out? Those were things about you, figured out by you. You love mythology? Comic or dark fantasy? Imagination? Fiction? So did he. But so do you. So keep loving the stuff you love. It was never his. He just accessed the same things you did. Sometimes art can be a mirror."

image six: "Sometimes we need to look at ourselves and think about who we want to see looking back. A mirror can help. Some mirrors are silvered with mercury. They're full of poison. The image you see in them is you. It always was."

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"Thousands of worlds lay beyond the frail shroud that swaddles our own. Immeasurable in their enticing profusion. We were never permitted to witness more than minute pinpricks of structured light in the sky above. How could we, with eyes forged by ordered hands? They can not open wide enough." Derrowen Boscathnoe- Kul Tiran anthropologist and a sneaky K'thir full of occult, ancient seakrits...

| The Lurid Beast | A chorister on a late night errand runs into one of Kar'cozha's most terrifying creatures. He got away. Though not without a near eternity's long fear of flickering lights in the dark. ((My WoW homebrew of extinct seaslug void planet needed some nasty, scary predators. I also wanted to show what colour fara's blood was :> ))

As for what that thing is:

The Laziest, Prettiest Sea Witch. Farabu's always been an event villain. He's often trying to poison people with horrendous cocktails, or challenging them to absurd, yet educational eating contests. Does he even know there's a theme?

Days, months and years. He has no idea how long he survived between worlds, but it sure did leave its mark.

Plus a full body. The man got sufficiently gribbled by the void.