Sep 2, 2021
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I did draw a comic. But it needs to be cleaned. And I’m on fics now. And... real life? XD
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I owe someone a request 👀
I did draw a comic. But it needs to be cleaned. And I’m on fics now. And... real life? XD
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Are you the author of Walking Tightropes? And if so are you still working on it? It's an amazing inu fanfic that burns my soul with its perfection.
That’s such high praise, thank you! Walking Tightropes is so much fun to work on but I’m the narrative overseer, OC supplier, and word checker. Not the author. The author is my best friend, kimiko888. In her absence from the fanfiction scene she has been doing too many incredible things ❤️.
We’re still working on Walking Tightropes but it’s an extremely slow process. Bear with us o(╥﹏╥)o. I do have some good news if you fell for Erin A. Chiba! She’s now wreaking havoc in a little ditty that @meselfandwhy and I like to call Pass the Yaten. All information about that can be found on the blog @officialnotthesame.
I do hope this is enough to hold you over, Anon!
ever tried. ever failed. no matter. try again. fail again. fail better.
it really says something about me that despite the amount of friends i feel like i have now, every academically reassuring anon is attributable to You and You alone.
Two things, one I'm feeling nauseated and it sucks.
Two. I kind of hate myself right now for looking into beauty school. I think its a good option. But my Dad was just so angry about me switching to costuming. And even though he isn't paying for beauty school, he'd still be so disappointed in me. Because I'm being feminine. And I... I hate myself because I want love and recognition, and I got a little bit of that when I was doing set crews and the like.
The truth is that what scared me away from doing more sets and lights and sound was I was just so ANXIOUS all the time at school. I didn't feel like I fit in. And because I wore that on my sleeve, I was left out and left alone a lot. I can't go back and change it, I wish that I could. But even removing that experience from my perception, is this what I really want?
And the answer is I don't know.
I don't know because what I miss and what I long for are the run crew moments. Where everything was going to shit, and J and I had to run like hell to fix it. Or the times we were diving head first into dumpsters to demolish a set with hammers and crowbars. When we'd read each others mind as the world crashed down around us, and some how we'd make the impossible happen and we'd fix it.
Maybe I'm romanticizing what has come and gone. But gods that's what I miss. It's that connection. And maybe the time for that has come and gone.
I wonder if I went into this for the wrong reasons. I feel so damn disconnected from myself right now. I feel like this huge ass liar. I feel so lost right now. And the one person in the world that I want to talk to, I wont because it would be pointless.
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(Dark rp starter) Cassiopeia held her head as these faint whispers pounded on the very fabric of her reality. They were real, right? A simple trip to the Shadow Isles to find out information about her father took a dark turn for the worse. The voices wouldn't quit. What was worse, one of the voices in her head was her own. A dark and feral side of her half snake mind." These voices..cease to let me be. Elise what did you do!?" Cassiopeia demanded, looking at Elise as her claws dug into her head.
Elise chuckled, "Sweet Cass, not to worry~ It's your own pretty little head. Demons, monsters and nightmares come alive here in the Shadow Isles. Did you expect any less? Just let take over, dearie~ We need more feminine influence on the Isles, wouldn't you agree?" A claw poked at the Mythic's lip.
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