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i need to get back to using this

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Simple-hearted

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hom doodles

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Consequences of being sillay

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Reblog if you stand against order, civilization, and goodness itself

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Transfeminine readings of Anthy are a good way of weeding out bioessentialists who believe a story about girlhood and patriarchy must strictly be about cis girlhood - when in reality, everything that Anthy represents can just as easily, if not more suitably be applied if she is a trans woman.

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fluorette request from twitter!!!

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The third NOMOIDA Review is now COMPLETE (kind of):

NOMOIDA Reviews HEISEI PISTOL SHOW Releases June 7 @ 8 PM EST

Announcement video with links to play/watch Heisei Pistol Show attached

Thank you for your patience :)

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was messing around on the wayback machine tonight & found new lost media from Kikiyama:

『BOOZ』 - posted October 10, 2003 - length: 6:07

"It's a dance music-like song. Created by applying master effect delay, LPF, etc..."

I dunno how much more stuff is realistically still findable through these archives so enjoy

Song #23: https://web.archive.org/web/20031023110105/http://players.music-eclub.com/players/Song_list.php3?page=2&genre=27

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jaffa cakes are not fucking biscuits

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i want to be an evil spirit

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i have a fecking ear infectuin

its completerly blocked up. pain. congratulations dickhead nhs for not calling back after at most two hours like they said (they never called back at all). now im having thus seen to like 10 flamung hohrs after i should havw.

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desert rose

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Ghost girl

Dunno if this will be a new oc or anything but i wrote a story with her if that counts for anything

cw: mild violence... also truama...

Shoko absolutely despised ghosts. She started seeing them two years ago, and they always unnerved her. The first time she saw one, she screamed and pointed at it, yelling at her mom and dad about the dark, featureless blob. They stared at her in bewilderment: how would they know about something they couldn’t see?

Thankfully, she didn’t see them too often, but she was still on edge whenever they appeared. Over time, Shoko could discern that they were all human shaped. The blob-shaped veils that the ghosts were hidden behind disintegrated as her eyes became more adapted to seeing them.

Every time she saw one, whether it was lurking in her school or on the way home, she’d still get startled. Whenever she acknowledged their presence, they stared right back at her with their dark piercing gaze. To others, however, it was like she was panicking over nothing. By the time a year of this passed, her entire school was referring to her as “that weird ghost girl” who was always shivering and pointing at thin air, claiming to see illusory phantasms.

Shoko had become the school’s laughing stock, and she hated it. More often than not, someone asked her “Hey, ghost girl, how haunted is the school today?” in a mocking tone. She’d push them off every time, growing more and more annoyed.

However, there was one time when she and her parents visited a museum that changed everything.

A ghost happened to be in the building, and it was hostile. Shoko had dealt with these types of spirits before: she had to run and hide from them on account of her not being able to physically hit them, and usually retained minor injuries. This one, however, was different. It radiated malice that was so palpable to her that she couldn't help but be kept on edge the entire time.

The ghost's form reflected this, its massive lumbering form hovering inches above the ground as it slowly floated through the building. It had long hair that dragged on the floor as it moved, as well as large hands tipped with razor-sharp nails.

When Shoko first saw it, she fell onto the ground and screamed about the ghost to her parents, but, like all other times, they didn't believe her. They didn't want their trip to the museum ruined by some illusory phantom either, so they dismissed her concerns and went on with their exploration.

As they journeyed around the museum and inspected each exhibit, Shoko kept glancing around for the ghost. She knew it was there. It had to be there since she felt its presence everywhere in the building. It didn't help that everyone was giving her strange looks as she walked through the museum. The trip thankfully went smoothly… that is, until it was nearly over.

As Shoko and her parents were approaching the museum's exit, they turned a corner. The first thing that Shoko saw in front of her was the ghost. She screamed and fell back down on the ground, stuttering as she tried to tell her parents about the creeping phantasm. Everyone looked at her strangely as her parents, now slightly annoyed, stood her back up and dragged her to the exit.

They got closer and closer to the ghost, with Shoko breathing faster and attempting to struggle against her parents as they continued to pull her to the exit. When she finally got close enough to the ghost that it could reach out to her, it grabbed her so strongly that it pulled her off the ground, effortlessly breaking her parents' grips in the process.

To Shoko, she was now at the mercy of a phantasm, helplessly dangling in its grasp as it began tightly gripping her neck. However, to everyone else, it looked as if she was inexplicably levitating and struggling against an unseen entity. Now that she was close enough, she could see the ghost's face clearly. It was the decayed face of a woman, with unblinking red eyes that stared directly at hers. It began strangling her, its sharp nails digging into the skin of her neck as she began to struggle against it.

Everyone stared at the spectacle unfolding before them as Shoko's parents shouted her name and attempted to pull her back to the ground. As Shoko drifted closer to unconsciousness, she suddenly heard a gunshot coming from behind her. Nobody seemed to react to it, but the ghost wailed in pain, its screams reverberating only in Shoko's ears as she collapsed on the ground.

This memory had been plaguing Shoko for the past couple days. She laid in bed, covering her ears with her blanket. Ever since the video of that event went viral, everyone wanted to get her side of the story. Shoko just wanted to sleep.

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a riddle

Fower for feedin, fower for gooin; A pair to point, a pair at sees; Reight at t' rear hings a roäp. Naa tha mun name it.