beware, my girl, beware!

trying to be a writer is so scary. like what if I’m actually a Wronger

2026 - the year of the dullahan

abm ultimately represents a shard of me from a past where i thought i'd have more to say because i thought myself possessed of these Writerly Instincts that would trend ever upwards that then got burnt out for like two years before i even got around to expanding it past wildbow - or maybe exactly at the point i made the attempt. a product of a girl who wanted to scale up and up and up. i dont think its particularly private compared to this blog so theres not much of a benefit in discretion and, like. i could do with getting messier. i dont want to disappoint anyone but also its literally casualblogging. i think i've only developed as a tastegirl and a wordsgirl since then though i just need. things i need things you understand im a girl who needs things

it really is a shame i am disabled. the world ever-trending-upwards sheep imagines is beautiful and optimistic and hopeful. and it's also wrong

that girl was so fucking nervous though. that girl was so so anxious. god maybe hrt did have emotional effects on me im simply not like that anymore

abm ultimately represents a shard of me from a past where i thought i'd have more to say because i thought myself possessed of these Writerly Instincts that would trend ever upwards that then got burnt out for like two years before i even got around to expanding it past wildbow - or maybe exactly at the point i made the attempt. a product of a girl who wanted to scale up and up and up. i dont think its particularly private compared to this blog so theres not much of a benefit in discretion and, like. i could do with getting messier. i dont want to disappoint anyone but also its literally casualblogging. i think i've only developed as a tastegirl and a wordsgirl since then though i just need. things i need things you understand im a girl who needs things

it really is a shame i am disabled. the world ever-trending-upwards sheep imagines is beautiful and optimistic and hopeful. and it's also wrong

Alert: the “Victoria Dallon of Necrons” has been seen in the quarters of his Royal Cryptek, and is thought to be dwelling somberly upon the Curse

taking the ace pilot by the hand to my room after hours and she doesnt react because she doesnt really react to anything anymore. and she knows i know she only pretends. brainwashed into believing she's a broken person who can only freed from her self hatred, only feel alive when she's allowed to be a hound. designed into a weapon to brutally tear apart everything she ever knew and everyone who ever trusted her. coaxing her into my room with this restless energy that says im doing something wrong, something im not approved to, but she just looks so sad, alone. so vulnerable, so easy. sitting her down in front of my Personal Terminal and stroking her hair and telling her its all going to be okay, she just has to watch something for me, okay? be a good girl and just watch the pretty colours. Vegeta turns into Super Vegeta and thats when shhe breaks into tears, he defeats Second-Form Cell and b y the end of the night we're smoking out in the Hoth fucking Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back fucking trench defences and she's telling me every drop of extremely sensitive imperial intel they ever let slip around her and handler. its literally that easy. i could probably tear an affini in two with my bear hands

they just dont seem that durable

as a demon, speaking as the devil. i hope they draw because that would hurt the most people