Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du
#extradirty
NASA
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oozey mess
Keni
DEAR READER
taylor price
Jules of Nature
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noise dept.
if i look back, i am lost
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Kiana Khansmith
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@estrogenizedbloodbag
A system known as Azura. 26 yrs old
Dumb of ass, trans of gender. Gay as fuck. Θ∆. Posts are usually Azu(It) and Lyra(She). A dragon in human skin. 18+ as a rule even if it's not always horny. God owes me $5
@ellies-insanity is awesome
@kattattack-awhack-asmack is my owner~
m,y tuube:)
Learning how to make a font for my conlang, Wislandic (wistonna) that is for a story I'm writing. It's been quite the experience but I'm making progress and I'm loving the vibe so far!
Will probably post more when there's more to show
a token of my affection
being naked and hurt is supposed to mean I'm vulnerable?
being naked and hurt is supposed to mean I'm vulnerable?
Bad news. The pawn you just promoted to queen has challenged the existing queen for dominance
Good news. The pawn who got promoted to queen has just tilted the other queen's chin up with a sword to make her look into her eyes. For dominance
Ooooh... the girls are fightinnnnnggggg...
Um...
Oh...
Hmmm...
Okay, good news, they do not appear to be fighting... maybe... I mean, they might still be fighting, but they are definitely also doing something else...
Live rook reaction
This has 1k in my heart
Uh oh...
loungin
Design exercise: Fighting game where the whole cast is naked
this game is still getting updates? 😂
And a couple more, to round out the roster.
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Fixed it.
Did you get the wokeness? Did you get the performative wholesomeness? Did you secure the likes?
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The Dragon says RAWR!
day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says "please help with our communal puzzle" and i say to myself "don't mind if I do" and did the whole thing
day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get
day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece
day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance
day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces
day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can't stop shitting but i rinse off what's left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don't meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.
day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else's pocket. i should be good as long as they don't find residual traces of my dna
day 8 at the communal puzzle club: there is an odd feeling in my gut. i feel as if something has been awoken in me
day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills
day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i'm getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren't a threat.
day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is
day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can't do them, no one can.
day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it's monday again. the club doesn't meet today. it's the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club's petty drama to distract me
day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren't any puzzles here
day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn't actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.
day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who's in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it's just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don't listen and I'm shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.
day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they're investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.
day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court
day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn't even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn't even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.
day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don't know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies
day 1 in the psych ward: they have puzzles in here this is amazing
day 2 in the psych ward: all the puzzles are missing a few pieces. this is unacceptable. im going to go insane
day 3 in the psych ward: i have been informed that they do not use the word "insane" in here so i take back my previous statement.
day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over
day 5 in the psych ward: it's so boring in here. without complete puzzles there's nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn't survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one
day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my "sanity," but i also came to the realization that they don't care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the "sane" people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.
day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don't know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it's only natural that i'd come to finish what i started
(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, "day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time"
day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.
apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.
in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn't mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!
the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.
Im watching a recap video of kingdom hearts lore, and i cant help but notice how much the big bad of kingdom hearts looks like john fetterman
Like its uncanny!
I dont know what to do with this information but i feel compelled to show as many people as possible...
my favorite xehanort-lookalike is jordan rudess (dream theater)
Xemnas to Ansem SoD
Im watching a recap video of kingdom hearts lore, and i cant help but notice how much the big bad of kingdom hearts looks like john fetterman
Like its uncanny!
I dont know what to do with this information but i feel compelled to show as many people as possible...
new jerma clip of all time just dropped
Kabssvsjsbkwvejsg
the Princess isn’t technically allowed to make the maids join her in the bath with her to bathe her… however if, say, the new maid was on bath duty and started to disrobe from her dress and neatly fold it before setting it aside…. showing herself bare before her Monarch… and offered to join the Princess in the bath to better bathe her… lathering expensive, fragrant soaps in her callused but delicate hands… rubbing over every inch of the Princess’ body with extreme caution and attention. if she floated with the Princess and offered her soft, unclothed body as a cushion which the princess could lean against…. wet skin against wet skin… a level of closeness no other is privileged enough to see of her Princess… if she whispered softy, delicately in the Princess’ ear, “let me serve you, my lady… let me give you the pleasure no other is allowed…”
….if the maid did all this of her own volition then who is the Princess to tell her to stop?
*jogglers my titties* yippeee hoorayyy :)
My sadism truly knows no limits. Recently adopted a puppygirl off the street, and I've been forcing her to brush and floss every single night. You should see how badly her gums bleed. Next week I'm planning on giving her medications at the same time every single day. I'm even thinking about forcing her to take a bath.
Hi sorry this is about me and a girl this is about lesbians its about women and girls. Not men. just thought i should clarify because people keep tagging this post with men even though it's about ME. and GIRLS.
