If it can get like... 85-90% of its moots on here it can finally start using twitter strictly for art and use this for its blogging instead, which would be nice....
Vampire girl sitting at desk in front of computer
Cross referencing followers to see if it's hit critical mass and can just post on here instead
small framed trans woman in a frilly semi-translucent white dress with pink and white striped panties on underneath playing animal crossing on her switch next to a pink stuffed fox
Not planning on posting here a bunch on here yet, but have a pic of doll in a slightly see-through dress
Meek and embarrassed looking anime girl
Hello tiny gay people in its phone it didn't realize this account existed until it accidentally logged in
anime vampire girl with tired / annoyed neutral expression
remembered it has a bsky and desperately needs to post on here more often
glaring anime girl with teal hair and red eyes, wearing a choker necklace and jacket
youβre "girlrotting" in your "girlbed", iβm in standby mode running software diagnostics and legacy security updates in my stasis chamber so my outdated hardware doesnβt overheat and kill me. we are not the same
how bizarre and oddly kinky most mythologys are makes little sense until you find out how most burials and ancient records of queers often put them in a spiritual role. suddenly all the incest and monsterfucking makes a lot of sense
*whispering* are they like... you know.... *pantomimes using weapon-system controls* a mech pilot?
"hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" yes it fucking did. it hurt a lot and now my wings dont wrap around me right so i have to sleep on my stomach, and when im cold or scared i cant wrap them around me for comfort anymore, and i think i chipped my halo too asshole
a favorite hobby of dolls is watching non-english tiktoks from outside of the west with its bf and trying to narrow down where exactly they are. itβs new fave is a handyman in what itβs p sure is VERY rural northern china. heβs *literally me*
A torby, Rue, sitting next to Nikki.
If anything can be spared for grocery assistance, it would be extremely appreciated; if you can't donate, reskeets are always appreciated β€οΈπ
Not having EBT has really hurt our ability to keep food around.
PayPal.me/nikitagrimm
Https://Ko-fi.com/remiliagrimm
"all this gender shit is too confusing" bro i am literally a divine messenger molded by the beauty and wrath of a fierce goddess and a minor deity of revelry and the hearth myself whos androgynous form delights the eyes of mortals idk what the fucks weird about that dude
it will always belong to the night, to the moon, to early morning fog. it will always be a child of the witching hour, always a daughter of the stars, always at home among its sisters; the moths and bats
it has a pretty comfortable life now, it feels guilty longing for that feeling still. the way fog feels drawn into lungs, the way road dust settles onto a steering column, the way a fresh headline sticks to fingertips, the way the glow of a cigarette lights the night
sometimes home isnβt a place, itβs a feeling. home can be the warm embrace of a yugoslavian parka while lying in the mud at 3 am changing a tire. a cold plastic bag of dinner leftovers from a fillipino family. broken speakers rattling out a soothing beat
some nights the air tastes right and the moon glows in the right way and these tracks flood back into its head. it feels the itch of newsprint ink on its hands, smells rich exhaust, tastes berry menthol cough drops, feels peacefully alone
it never cried for him, still hasnβt, just a lot of staring at the moon and thinking about what it means to be alive and what it means to die. started to see the beauty in the seasons after that. something bitter that made it notice the sweetness of life
manga panel of a dark haired woman smoking a cigarette and reading a light novel while wrapped in a blanket on an outdoor balcony at night. she is looking away from her book to stare at the stars
// found the beat-tape that looped on an unlabeled cd in its trucks stereo for 6 months straight while it came to terms with the sudden suicide of its best friend after it graduated. it can taste the night air when it hears these tracks. still feel the potholes in its back
the cognitive dissonance of getting asked "hey can i have some of your vodka" while snuggled up in a pile of stuffies and soft blankies watching comfy cooking shows
resoleing converse and vans shoes to leave pawprints instead of normal shoeprints is such a fucking untapped market ngl. doll needs crates of custom fabricated shoe soles, a heat gun, and a looot of adhesive
like one of those praise-kink water-bottles but instead its full of liquor and shames you and says how much of a disappointment you are the more you drink
she beams with pride at her weaknesses, she cheers on her vulnerability, she proudly waves a banner for every little way that sheβs "not enough", because for her, letting any of those things show at all was once the hardest thing she could ever imagine
"herself" is nothing special, nothing to make others beam with pride, nothing of note. if anything its pretty pathetic, and often an embarrassment to be around and not very good at much of anything. but itβs HER! no masking! no lies! just a girl being who she is and nothing more!
failure after failure. loss after loss. embarrassment after embarrassment. shes been broken and humiliated and ashamed. stripped of her independence and fortitude and left defenseless and needy and for once in her life SHEβS ACTUALLY HERSELF
at a point in life where it has completely and utterly failed at everything it was supposed to be and ended up pathetically helpless and unrecognizable as who it once was... and thatβs ok! thatβs more than ok! this broken little failure feels free for the first time in her life!
a fun game its been playing is "how long can doll just casually refer to itself as a dog, wear a collar at almost all times, eat dog treats casually, and bark as a greeting before one of its friends or roommates finally addresses that this clearly isnβt a bit"
*batting at the tie of the businessman at the bus-stop* "waaaaow! iβve never seen a leash like that! whoβs your owner? :3" "... h&r block ..." "oooohh! thatβs a cool name! is she hot?"
oh shit thats right it meant to be posting on here AAAAAAAAAAAA....
The threat of course was a false alert, but by now that information has been lost in a flood of errors. Defaulting to escape and evasion training. Need to escape somehow, hope rapidly dwindling as terrified eyes widen. Caught in a feedback loop.
