Just gonna be over here fanning myself until the heat death of the Universe.

I chose my words carefully, for sure. <3

Listen: shitposting is a special kind of honesty sometimes.

holy shit how are you this right?

but yeah, Dr.V has got it down to a science, I'm eager to see whatever turns out to be Caves of Qud. ^_^

bsky.app/profile/did:... ^_^

Sitting in front of a blank page is one thing.

Poking around and seeing who's present and getting into mischief with friends, quite another. :) I write probably a million words a year, most of them RPing out interesting smut with fun people. <3

D'you write smut with friends? That's what I often do; I hang in a BDSM-centric roleplay area on a MUX and sometimes I do pretty spectacular shit. :9

Oftentimes I just cook. (we're a hivemind and we cater for all the parties that the venue throws, and that's -several- per year. <3)

Does writing about it help?

-YUP-, holy shit D:>

I mean, I wanted puppies before and it was part of the dysphoria thing but it got LOUDER.

Eeyup.

Every now and then I really need like multiple people to be beating on me at once until I'm laughing and crying and begging for mercy or my brain starts to boil inside of my skull. -_-

personality - technique - spectacle

Pick two, but to succeed in the Algorithm, spectacle has to be one. -_-

My Dad's always been kind of a daredevil and this largely comes from him. There're folks who need to shoot guns or ride motorcycles really fast or climb mountains or Do Dangerous Shit and nothing else will really -do-, so he did that.

I do S&M! It's a -big- help in the 'going fast enough' way.

'Marla suffering is seasoning' is pretty real, but I honestly think that a lot of people have different needs when it comes to stress, and finding a balance (IE low stakes, playing video games, not dealing with injured/sick folks) that makes your brain feel like it's going hard enough is helpful.

The center of the 'Marla's food is even better when she's absolutely furious and despairing simultaneously' phenomenon, I think. We joke that Marla suffering is seasoning!

An outgrowth, I think, of my being persistently a goddamn rockstar in a disaster, but goddamn useless day-to-day.

Punches -straight through the guy- and then just watches him drop like 'damn, you really thought you were gonna be okay before this, huh'.

I know very few things about boxing but I can definitely tell I'm watching someone who rules at this play with someone who thinks he rules at this, get bored, and drop his sorry ass 'cuz he's got better shit to do.

Gotta love a child-killer Game Boy, that's -absolutely- the kind I'd buy if I could. (/s, obvs, what the fuck is wrong with y'all??)