lewd, addressing reader, very gay fic, re: HRT | ~misinfo for writing purposes~
@gwenprime oral's what you tell that "cis guy" you've been talking to, your average cutie's doing sublingual for a bit
when one of the remote branches of your polycule comes in you slap a E patch on her ass while you play, some progesterone in her ass the night before. bit of gel on the little sub you found in your bed at morning, and injections when you're going undercover or just trying to get some more boobage
@lyncia
@lyncia awoooowaaa
re: Selfie, ec, dumb copaganda joke
@gwenprime awee so cutee~~ ✨
@vultureculture i just tried narrating this and i am terrified at my ability
@immychan congrats!
does pixie.town feel faster to anyone else? it's nice (:
@f0x 👁️
@specter update! i structured out the code a bit, wrote a little graphviz codegen and some JS to preview the svg. rsibreak wasn't running, so after 2h18m my hands are already too tired to continue, but it was nice!
next time more graphviz, some audio rendering, backend-independent sample generation, spectrogram image renderer in either JS or Rust, a JACK backend, and *looots* of JS to manipulate the graph. maybe some webassembly cuz I can.
@specter @erellsworth deal
for accountability, and if you want to peek, https://jitsi.pussy.accountants/OverwhelmingMenusEquipLow
@specter @erellsworth orca is kinda neat but the space micromanagement is stressful for me
@specter @erellsworth i've had the urge to continue working on my project that does basically that but its a weird design and brain doesn't feel like writing bad code to try it out
we had like, *the* same outfit and we smiled at eachother then once i passed i started blushing so muuch,
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
plays sets
poet
musician
image-editor
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.