The instrumentals spooked me so hard when I woke up randomly in the middle of the night. I do like the instrumentals, though, because I use them to fall asleep. Also, a date or dates, I guess. Either way, I'm curious what Chonny's got cooking.
Look at this nerd doing an intro post out of boredom.
Hi I'm Katherine indeed or just Kat
I'm a bisexual, transfem person who just kind of exists
She/her please, they is fine too, but try not to rely on it
Things I'm into right now
-Chonny Jash
-Ace attorney
-bluey
-dropout
-snapcube
-writing
-tomska
-jelloapocalypse
-epithet erased
-Hbomberguy
-bumbles mcfumbles
-HLVRAI
-Will Wood
-Tom Cardy
-ultrakill
-musical theater
-gothic horror (yes, the whole genre)
I'm probably forgetting stuff so I'll update this
I do mostly writing so expect some Grammar mistakes due to me sucking at that.
You can disagree with me on stuff as long as it's not about obvious bigotry (racism, transphobia, queerphobia, ableism, etc.) Or if you're being an asshole about it
Just be kosher, please
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This album is the main reason I've started writing about vampires and mad scientists again and I couldn't be happier
Guess who's back here's a drawing I have mixed opinions about. Drew a pretty face and half asked the rest okay byeeee :33
Drawing Mine and @gremlin-numero-uno (my wife) ponysonas :3 (WIP)
This is hopeless. I can’t seem to make my way out of this endless foliage. This unbearable weather beats upon my soft and fragile skin. My flesh can only take so much more of this punishment. From heat to cold during days and nights. Why does the closer I get to freedom make the perils feel even more present? This forest continues to mock me with its deceptively pleasant streaks. Some days and even full weeks, all I see is blue skies and chirping birds. Finding food is as simple as turning the next right. Those days are wonderful then I get snapped back into the cacophonous reality I’m stuck with. Sometimes it's a lighter pull into actuality, like a simple squirrel attack or not having no food for a day. Other times the corporeal truth of my existence is revealed to me more violently. Maybe a lightning storm or a less than kind bear encounter. When I was left in this worldly hellscape I was given just three things. A hunter knife, an all but entirely useless compass, and a lighter. I dared not use it up to this point. This place was littered with dry dead scenery. Even after the countless rain storms the surrounding area seemed to instantaneously dry back up after it was finished. Paired that with the distinct lack of any sort of rocks even after this endless wandering searching. If I ever dared to light a fire I risk setting this whole forest ablaze. Yet, as my apathy grows I consider lighting it up purposely more and more. Perhaps, then I can turn this metaphorical hell into a more literal one. But my selfishness hasn’t quite grown to that level, yet.Â
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This is a fucking nightmare
They're right there
Once again not a great drawing but I like the idea that mind and soul signed heart's blindfold the same way you would a cast
she/her :) I acknowledge my flaws, which in a way shows my perfection. Pfp by @saturn-rays
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