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Medical vampire | Registered: March 3, 2019 09:38:18 PM
Blood getter. Cyberwitch. Artist. Fighter. Accidental breaker of computers.
MtF (Male to Foxgirl)(?) genderfluid enby; pansexual/-romantic. My pronouns are xe/xem/xyr!
DAMNED PROUD ANTIFASCIST and an anarchocommunist.
Ex-ex-ex-former Arch Linux user. Still a GNU Project hater. (don't @ me)
Oh, and by the way: Fuck NFTs. Fuck NFTs, fuck cryptocurrency, fuck AI, fuck all that shit. <3
MtF (Male to Foxgirl)(?) genderfluid enby; pansexual/-romantic. My pronouns are xe/xem/xyr!
DAMNED PROUD ANTIFASCIST and an anarchocommunist.
Ex-ex-ex-former Arch Linux user. Still a GNU Project hater. (don't @ me)
Oh, and by the way: Fuck NFTs. Fuck NFTs, fuck cryptocurrency, fuck AI, fuck all that shit. <3
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Recent Journal
Six Years (G)
10 months ago
I've been here for six years. To celebrate that fact, here's the original bit I wrote to go with Beaten, but not quite broken:
"What? You think you've won?"
"Not yet. But do you really think you can beat me?"
"Heh. Watch me, ya bastard."
"Look at yourself–"
"Yeah, what about me?"
"*Grk*!"
"What's wrong? Scared?"
"Hmph...Fine. Have it your way."
Aura knew he was in for a tough fight. He'd already been continually beaten down. The fact that he kept getting up was a miracle more than anything. But he knew he had to keep fighting. His foe had nothing to lose: whether he won or lost, he'd die anyways by the time this fight was over. But for Aura, it was a matter of life and death. And, so, despite the cuts, despite the bruises, despite the pounding headache and the likely concussion, he stood up once more. He'd prop himself up in the corner if he had to, but he wasn't going down without a fight.
He was going to win. He had to win.
Not just for himself, but for everyone he loved.
"Well, then! Bring it the fuck on!
"What? You think you've won?"
"Not yet. But do you really think you can beat me?"
"Heh. Watch me, ya bastard."
"Look at yourself–"
"Yeah, what about me?"
"*Grk*!"
"What's wrong? Scared?"
"Hmph...Fine. Have it your way."
Aura knew he was in for a tough fight. He'd already been continually beaten down. The fact that he kept getting up was a miracle more than anything. But he knew he had to keep fighting. His foe had nothing to lose: whether he won or lost, he'd die anyways by the time this fight was over. But for Aura, it was a matter of life and death. And, so, despite the cuts, despite the bruises, despite the pounding headache and the likely concussion, he stood up once more. He'd prop himself up in the corner if he had to, but he wasn't going down without a fight.
He was going to win. He had to win.
Not just for himself, but for everyone he loved.
"Well, then! Bring it the fuck on!
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Fox
Favorite Music
Video Game OSTs, Mashups, Electronic
Favorite TV Shows & Movies
Inglorious Basterds, Megamind, The Cornetto Trilogy
Favorite Games
VA-11 Hall-A, VVVVVV, Our Life: Beginnings and Always, Thomas Was Alone, FTL: Faster than Light
Favorite Gaming Platforms
PC, 3DS
Favorite Animals
Foxes and wolves
Favorite Site
[url=https://computerfairi.es]Computer Fairies[/url], [url=https://forums.transbian.love/]Lesbiaboard[/url]
Favorite Foods & Drinks
Pizza
Favorite Quote
Things don't just change by themselves. They change because you grabbed a bow and shot the president of Europe.
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