not sure how to feel about my drive to make music being reignited by singing and producing a WARHOUND themed 'we are charlie kirk' cover but whatever keeps the channel open i suppose

i observe a constellation of superior queer perverts orbiting idolized artists through my little stalker telescope quietly weeping envious impotence at each glinting quasar of creative brilliance marking another newcomer welcomed into the cluster while my barren asteroid drifts deeper into oblivion

practicing singing rebel songs while out on a run to emulate the ragged exasperated breath of an exhausted pilot desperately trying to keep the morale of the squad high as they prepare to face overwhelming imperial firepower with the mech-equivalent of shitbox pickups with roof-mounted machine guns

vfghh i scroll past such pics all the time why is this one making break into a cold sweat

hot you're so fucking God

i was already hoping for an agendahound rebel marching band!! you can join us on the girlframe discord or ill dm you when ive got a part for you

mind if i make this real?

such is the way of the slanderer

honestly im so proud of the intro it does a great job at delaying the realization of what you're about to be subjected to

YES SOMEONE NOTICED

thracenuinley high effort sarthaposting from the gang. proud of this beautiful abomination

listening to the original for several hours to make this was genuine torture but the suffering makes the process of paying tribute more cathartic

going for a run for the first time in like two years cause i will not neglect this vessel any longer praise me pretty please

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i just read it and want to thank you so much for writing it

mind sharing the title? or do you not recommend it?

this is beautiful. it resonates. you take yourself with you no matter what, even if you cannot be who you were before. thank you for making this. thank you for staying with what remains.

that makes a bit more sense to me. going to have to mull it over a bit.

i don't understand. why is sadomasochism mutually exclusive with pack play?

lmao why are you thanking me you've enunciated your feelings very adequately already

honestly it resonates and is very insightful thank you for writing it

it feels like a changing tide to me. everyone in the discord harem was a catgirl when i was 19 and now it's all puppies and part of me feels like embracing helps me let go of some shame and repression but another feels like im just doing it to belong/fit in when i've always been kitty-coded before.

doing more stream of consciousness stuff in an attempt to do reflection like you told me to but it's difficult to stay the course and not veer into spirals that tend to lead to nothing except excuses to stop trying. doing it where others can see helps with that and tickles the exhibitionist in me

brain, none more of this silly loathing and pitybaiting. be a vessel for the becoming of beauty of truth or become part of soil. believe you me, me. you can do the be to be the do. existing begets becoming even without doing. so you might as well keep doing to keep being. do i make sense? i hope not

stop trying to talk smart and talk fast instead it's a lot more honest really. i mean write smart. write fast hit post don't think. only happy or horny or curious thoughts.

the allure of the sensual haughty feline brat is superseded by the pliant whimsy of the needy adoring pup. going through this metamorphosis and calling it neko-death. i lay down my mass manufactured dangly-bell and ribbon-bow adorned kitty ears to rest. i am no solitary predator. i yearn for a pack.

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At first it seems like a whispering, raucous, croaking breath, but it is continuous. The quietest, loudest scream. Distorted white noise whistling with harmonics like screams of the damned. Of billions.

"It can get so much worse…"

-

Between rotting and pristinely preserved, one socket exposed, the other eye trembling, staring back at her with the tiniest pupil.

The mouth is open, and it emanates a quiet sound.

"-if you think it is the weight of the worlds woes you are bearing now you are *sorely* mistaken."

She points behind her, and when she turns, she sees herself. Her own head, the size of a building, halfway burrowed in the earth.

"I need you, dear Princess. I need you to hear them. To keep the channels open. To keep the relay running..."

The… tone?

"You must… and you will. Because-"

Something shifts behind her, a tremor in the ground.

she feels like she hears a taunting, belittling tone in Her words. But she's probably wrong. she's always wrong.

"Embrace that, my dear Princess."

Again the tone. Dismissive. Tired.

'Is She tired of me? No, no, of course not...'