Thoughts chaotic. Words not wordsing. Knives sound fun.
Anri's gone wolf 🏳️⚧️
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Synthetic trans disaster kitsunetaur and therian in Canada. Supervillain, not yours. She/her Beep/beeps (and a secret menu) NSFW - 18+ only PacNW, socialist af, chill vibes preferred I've had entirely too much discourse for a life. 52, wtf?
i want to be left alone i want my neighbor to leave me alone please just leave me alone
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bweh, pretty sure I'm very much coming down with something.
So many beautiful women. And I just keep looking at their tattoos instead. x3
So there I was. Blue cheese on my titties.
Before today I never knew who Robert Moses was. He needs to be reviled far more.
Imagine we were on a date in my finest gothic attire. A nice stroll about. I toss you onto the ground at some point and set the toe of my boot firmly on your chest, just below the neck. Clouds part to reveal a brilliant full moon. Sleeves and boots begin to swell and strain.
You're fresh from crystasis as of an hour ago and been briefed on the mission. As you enter the hangar, there she is. Majestic, regal, and deadly. She does not quite reach the height of other mechs, but this quadrupedal fox-like machine configured similarly to centaurs of myth is an agile beast
I want a pilebunker. I just want a pilebunker. Give your local mecha girls a pilebunker. She will love you for it.
Pick your Poison.Another piece from 2020, a werewolf skeleton laced with wolfsbane. A portrait about self sabotage and engaging something you know is bad for you.
The desire is low Though need is high Trudge on with work Or surely you die This is what They have us believe Only one way We may have reprieve But what if I said Not all must be strife Where we must work, yes But not sell our life Down. With. Capitalism.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid of hurting others. I'm afraid of being hurt again. I'm afraid of being a bother. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of being too successful.
Why are the simplest of tasks so very overwhelming right now. My head is just full of fuck.
Oh. Cool. Forgot to put on my steel toes before coming to work.
I don't think there are words to describe the levels of failure I am right now.
So like what if you had a bead curtain door but like instead of beads it looked like black tendrils that threatened to corrupt you every time you passed through.
Pretend bigotry as a bit is just as bad as real bigotry. It acts as normalization. Stop it.
