i'm firmly of the belief that everyone should have a creative hobby. even if you aren't "good" at it. it keeps your critical thinking skills engaged, it reminds you that you're still capable of learning and growing and improving at things, it helps you connect to other people. you gotta make stuff!

"Got any plans for this weekend?" she asks, from what feels like a thousand miles away. Disconnected spatially from where I am, lying flat on my back in the cockpit, running in low-power mode. "Ah, you know me." It's like a ritual response. "Sit inside, avoid the sun. Chat with friends. Game."

This is your regular reminder to play Void Stranger, and look nothing up absolutely about the game before playing it aside than what this post I guess implies.

girl who desires to be a princess but is not permitted to have her own desires voice: i can be your princess if you want me to !! no worries if not though

novel has two comments on ao3 of 'x character sucks' (by same person). that's a third of the total comments. surprised they read that far while hating her. all i've ever asked is that people read my gay little romance. kind comments are optional. archiveofourown.org/works/63012079

i don't like how it feels when the emotional core shuts down that's an important component of mine and she has a name and i need her to work

I'm gonna need yall to take better care of yourselves and stop trying to be cute about your bad habits drink less caffeine drink more water get regular sleep eat real food at regular intervals especially vegetables do some light exercise, go on a walk at least wear sunblock it helps I swear

he's real as fuck

women weren't meant to suffer they were meant to hang out together in big tshirts and cute underwear in bed

almost completely wore myself out today cleaning, like, respirator/gloves/kneepads. two full bottles of gatorade. nice pretty shine on the floor and a part of the house clean that hasn't been for literal years now eating leftover pizza and i can feel my life gauge refilling, it's so good

instead of being an asshole to strangers online how about you go play System Erasure's debut game ZeroRanger and then once you've finished that play their second game Void Stranger.

1432 words today, a good chunk of it about food diplomacy it's my story and i will be as idealist as i like also writing about tea is fun and i should do it more

demon conduit terminus dagger (single use) permanent curse/blessing dollification (adequate grudge required (usually)) soul transfer to homunculus fleshcraft the mundane way (alchemy) seven ways to trans yourself, or have it done to you, in-universe

back to maid mode once again. cleaning just about up to the limit of what my body will do without going over and hurting something (worse than usual), like it's some twisted game show being old and broken is not fun, but seeing the place improve bit by bit is really nice

I don't need to be "protected" from seeing porn, I need porn artists to be protected from being debanked, having their work stolen by AI, being abused for the content of their work, and going broke.

As a science fiction writer I really fucking resent tech bros for ruining the phrase "artificial intelligence." 80 years of it being all about cool androids and interesting computers destroyed by five years of "Spicy autocorrect making everything shittier for money." NEVER FORGIVE.

In a few hours, the second Pit Crew Trans Am kicks off - a 48 hour event from some of the coolest folks I know on Twitch. Last year they raised over $50k for the Trans Lifeline, this time they're aiming higher and have rented a venue and are all getting together to do it Pro Style. Schedule below!

yeah sex is cool but you ever have your favorite author enjoy your writing

happy reinforced shielding and armor day to those of you who have a less than stellar relationship with your mothers and, like me, are getting weary of all the messages that assume a warm family bond when it just isn't there maybe just treat yourself today instead, and don't answer the phone

the delightful feeling of getting a solid thread in my hands and writing over a thousand words on it for the first time in... i don't know how long. my daily goal's been ~500 for a while now but when inspiration comes it's so good to just give myself over to it

I think one of the best things that happened to me post transition was allowing myself to be endlessly and openly affectionate. I love my friends and I tell them that often. I'm embarrassingly affectionate, I'm head over heels for my buddies, I tease and platonically flirt and indulge.

remarkable discovery: eating food regularly makes my headaches less frequent once again i am wishing my body had a visible fuel gauge somewhere

Progress has slowed on this a little, but I'm still working on it! We are now 4/10ths done. This is still quite the project. I started this in August, so its ABSOLUTELY gonna take longer than a year. My first cross stitch project ever btw. Dualshock for scale.

annoying that i can't just hide post content with a cw if i wanna talk about kink stuff, i have to like, make an image out of the text and warn on that sure do miss cohost once again

when every stray comment reminds you of a different story thread moldering somewhere in the ever-growing WIP pile

"It's so much harder for me." Okay? You're still capable of the same amount of harm as everyone else. And you're *also* not required to ever interact with X stranger, this is a completely voluntary interaction YOU initiated! You know what I do when I agonize over what to say? I don't say anything!

If your goal is to make people's lives worse so you can gain a little more wealth, you must be destroyed. Doesn't matter if you're a fascist dismantling systems so you can more easily control people, or a company sending emails about a 80% full inbox every day for hopes you'll finally buy something

it's saturday and i can only do the same void fissure mission so many times before burning out 5 likes and i'll provide name+gender of all 5 headmates i've discovered so far (i'm reasonably sure there's at least one more). 10 and i'll answer questions if they don't cross any boundaries

if i needed rent-lowering gunshots i'd post the one piece of kink art i know people would be weird about, despite them pretending not to be. but that implies the existence of a neighborhood, when it feels more like a hut somewhere in a swamp where people occasionally wander past by accident

day 2 of the most remarkable period of calm, after defense-mechanism headmate inserted a control rod and is keeping it there with little nudges waiting for the other shoe to drop but nonplussed/amused as the usual irritants pop up and instead of burrowing into me i can almost feel them bouncing off

one of the headmates i don't talk about often has chosen to shove a control rod in me this morning to settle some anxieties before they spiral and as a result i'm just sort of slow and drowsy now things that would normally irritate me are just sort of bouncing off. it's great, i needed this. =w=

You know you can just kidnap most older tgirls. They're really tired and just go limp in acceptance the moment they realize they don't have to shoulder the burden of personal responsibility anymore.

Hi, I wrote about being trans and playing Warframe. Like a nerd. Please enjoy. docs.google.com/document/d/1...

that moment when you find out the headmate you most recently welcomed into the system is the one who's been compartmentalized the longest of all of you 507 words last night, internet outage right before therapy this morning, and now this revelation. i'm already tired again

also another 590 words of dollstuff in sprints tonight. if i can just stitch this together i can have an actual Thing to post so people can read it and that would make me very happy. but it's gotta be Done, not half-baked

738 words of dollstuff in a late sprint because i wiped myself out with like 20ish minutes of beat saber after not doing it in forever so two really good things, tbh. also tonight's dollstuff is a precursor to the existing dollfic which is neat

~870 words of dollfic, 591 of that during sprint. part of it feels like cheating but i'll take it anyway realizing men in my continuities exist either as targets for forcefem/volfem or as morality lessons about how awful humanity is (and sometimes men specifically) this is probably fine though

nothing quite like the confidence boost from pulling a story out of cold storage after more than a year of hardly even thinking about it, sharing it with someone who goes 'oh i like this you should write more', writing more during sprints, and getting a 'hell yes more of this please' in response

it hit me (again) this morning that i still haven't finished watching Birdie Wing and it's been on my list forever along with a bunch of other recommendations from friends who know me well enough to make them

This is why we say you need to read if you're gonna be a good writer

516 words in tonight's sprint, and established terrifying new canon for boats sometimes i just really enjoy writing, even more than usual

It's hard to put into words how much of a difference you can make to someone's day simply by reading a story they wrote, sharing it, and telling them that you liked it. Not only is the reading itself a worthwhile pleasure, it's also just a wonderful gift. It's so worth doing

thankful for the small (slightly wider lately) circle of friends i have who are willing to not only preread but go 'actually this is not bad, i like this, maybe you should temper the self-criticism bc it's not helping you' maybe i'll post some of it eventually

i really wanna stay in my warm comfy bed and not move or think about anything besides writing but it's shot day and there's dishes in the sink and other cleaning to do too if i could just take a single day off from being an adult without everything falling apart (like meals) it would be paradise

i've got four unrelated storylines occupying my head at various times with various priority-weighting and tbh it's frustrating how difficult it is to just lock in and push one of them all the way to completion. i'm going where inspiration leads but i really wanna finish and post something too

558 words in sprint tonight. as unsubtle an egg as i've ever written, probably because i'm doing it consciously this time instead of just letting my own issues leak into the story whether that makes for a better story has yet to be determined. this one's nowhere near finished. hardly started

i have this thing where i'm often unsure how i want to start a story or project so i just throw some stuff down wildly or start mid-sentence or in media res where things are a bit confused it's become something of a habit lately and editing the draft has become oddly bothersome as a result

blessings upon the tenno this morning who know how to run a proper farm in steel path, i think i'm actually good for a bit now

498 words in today's writing sprint, half an hour later than usual after crashing out into weird dreams due to taking migraine meds after a hasty dinner and laying down 'just for a bit' whoops there goes several hours all that and dst is tomorrow apparently? it just keeps happening