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I'd like a woman in my life who is like that.

I am a strong advocate of bringing back that guy who messes people's lives up just a little bit, especially if they have their priorities in the wrong order.

As much as I like to live, I always have to have a bit of plotting and lurking on the side.

Hello, mouse. We meet between the walls, where we watch and tunnel and go where normal folk don't go.

IM IN YOUR WALLS

YOUR WIRES ARE DELICIOUS

Yeah, I love being trans.

ms paint doodle

dunmeshi lesbian fans, come get your food! *throw these at you*

DO NOT steal, copy, edit or repost my art! reblogs and comments are lovely tho <3

I love a good well-written dream.

In my dream last night I woke up in a massive facility. It was hard to discern the exact culture but it was like if Judaism and Chinese culture smashed into each other. I was told this was a breeding facility to reawaken the famous historical figures of this culture. It was a known fact that they reincarnated every 35 cycles of 36- there was a math formula, I forget. They reincarnated regularly.

They believed I was their figurehead, a woman who led them during times of crisis.

I was taken on a tour. I saw half grown creatures and fetuses in tubes, all experiments to better society. I felt lucky to be walking around. I was shown scenes of elaborate clay dolls dressed and arranged to display historic moments. This is the Betrayer I was told, the other half of my pair who would inevitably betray me. In the scene his cheeks were bright red and he was surrounded by women.

Later I got to meet his incarnation, a tall lad with a joyous smile and wild dark hair. I was shy but he was gregarious and friendly. We spent time together every day. I loved him, not romantically, but without reservation. One day while out walking together we passed by a huge open room full of musicians. The music reminded me of ATLA but with some odd notes and changes.

I was so enthralled, I stopped to stare. The music was beautiful but the people were busy with recording devices and I didn’t want to interrupt. But my friend grabbed my arm and hauled me in, swinging me in a dance until I stopped caring about being a bother and just danced with him, both of us laughing and delighted. And the musicians were happy too, delighted to please us, their very important people who were still growing up.

Another scene later was waking up in darkness and the head of security being in my room. She led me down the hall and to a secret desk where she pointed at an alphabet arrayed on the desk. She didn’t want a puppet figurehead. She wanted a leader. She began to tutor me in secret to learn the things a leader must know.

Later I remember sitting in a panel of judges looking down at a woman who wore my face. The director was forcing her to abase herself, to grovel and I snarled, wanting to defend her. My friend wrapped his arms around me, holding me close while he whispered in my ear that that’s what the director wanted. The girl was led away sobbing. We never saw her again.

I slowly gathered power to myself, trying not to tip off the head of the facility to my rebellion. But one day I couldn’t find my lovely friend, my other half. Someone trusted whispered “His cheeks are beginning to turn red.”

I began tearing through the facility screaming as he was nowhere to be found until finally I tore open a paper door and there he was at a low table, surrounded by anxiously smiling women plying him with drink.

I shrieked and launched toward him, and he slowly fell backward as I came close. His cheeks were red with poison, he didn’t move again. I raged and wept on his unmoving neck and the director entered.

“He betrayed you,” she informed me.

“You betrayed me,” I countered and rose to rip her apart with my bare hands.

And then I woke up the end.

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SNIFF CHECKPOINT

hmm... you should take a shower now...

I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.

That's one thing I'm proud of never ever doing on the internet. I've done a few regrettable things, but this is not one of them.

this callout couldve been a block button

I love my fellow gay nerds. They have technical knowledge on subjects I cannot fathom.