I want to undo the division of day and night.

the socially anxious little girl would like to silently observe your discord server

if she is feeling particularly brave she might emote react to one of the messages

has anyone ever tried putting raw eggs in the detergent slot on the washing machine and olive oil in the fabric softener slot to make clothes mayonnaise

thinking about doing "second post with screenshot of tags" type bits but the tags aren't from a real user. forgery. talking to myself. this would amuse me.

We Are the Daughters of the Microbes Who Could Survive in an Oxygen-rich Atmosphere

I'd summon twin scythes

really cool

it’s an interesting thing that the more prominent version of mechanic x cyborg/robotgirl trope art is maintenance on limbs and the like. the subject goes untouched; we can only admit to the malleability of extremities—not our minds. but we can go further. a girl jacks into your neck port, runs a diagnostic test, emulates your sensorium. the girl notices homeostasis response discrepancies, and in real time you feel how jarring it is as she dials up your temperature sensitivity. it’s not smooth as you would expect; it jumps between ranges in stutters. her hand is very, very hot on your cheek.

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything