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@bikinhog.bsky.social
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Distraught writer turning (she/her) 🏳️‍⚧️ neurodivergent Hell into an existence--stuck in and having spawned upon the forbidden plane of Florida. (Wife'd by hot birbfemme-tuber.) Currently #AmWriting #LessonsInVillainy, a prequel to #APurpleSun.

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Merci beaucoup, for holding the raffle; and best of luck to all participating!

La Dame, Onora; here. Correct design is the black-and-white image. All the right colors, the other image. I don't yet possess a reference for my squid-eyed goat girl, but one day...

Non-exhaustive details in alt text.
Onora Llavandel / Onora Agonchild; a "squid-eyed goat" as she calls herself, is the angel servant of the Void. Though I love this piece dearly, she's meant to ALWAYS have an angry look to her--even when perfectly cheerful. Hair is in the "hime" style, an ash-brown color--long enough to reach her backside and lightly restrained into a set of low twintails at her back (although no one would quite know unless seeing her from behind); her eyes are icy-pink and gold, with icy-pink irises and gold pupils in the sape of a four-point star; she wears complicated eyeliner and eyeshadow around distinctly almond-like, pointed-oval shaped eyes (thick black lines which also cover her eyelids completely) and purple shadow; her goat-like ears are a deeper, woodland brown, and her horns--which curl out from her temples and coil back before looping around her ears to point forward--are ashy gray. She also used to wear an eyepatch and a nostril piercing, but I will wait for the day I have a reference to include them again. Art by @shin-ma.bsky.social also on FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/shinma./ Onora Llavandel when she was human, all colors are accurate. Eyebrows are not, they're really supposed to just look like little commas. Her hair is ashy brown, her eyes are icy-pink and surrounded by black eyeliner (which also paints her eyelids) and lavender eyeshadow. Her skin is a pale, pink hue. She has soft pink lips. Appearance is that of someone in her late teens or very early twenties; clothing--here--consisting of a lace-trimmed, leather collar--all black--with a pewter pendant (which really ought to be the symbol of Lilith atop a six-point star). She's wearing a cropped black fishnet shirt under a gray and aubergine-purple corset-like halter top, both underneath a forest-brown and woodland-green trimmed leather half-jacket. She's also wearing a couple of fingerless black leather gloves tightened and fastened with snap-buckled straps. She always has an angry face because of how her eyepoints are pointing, even when she's perfectly cheerful. Her chest is quite modest in size, not more than B-cup, though her clothing makes it seem more prominent. Art by DeskyDillo on FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/deskydillo/
November 25, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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Share one of your favorite games:
Edgy isometric game released by Eidos Interactive and Cinematix, Revenant. Main-menu screen. The game was incomplete and instead of finishing it after the original developers went bankrupt, Eidos just released the game as-is when they got their awful hands on it. You can find it on GOG. The music is incredible.
November 21, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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Four panel meme featuring "Kombucha Girl," first row from left to right has the captions: "Need you to do a murder." And the woman is looking disgusted beside the caption "Hell no." Second row: "What if I give you a piece of cheese?" and the woman appears fascinated, with the caption "What kind?"
November 15, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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Y'all, this is it. I finally have it. That section of #LessonsInVillainy, barring all else, which should be the sole reason you read it on Ao3.
A whip of shadows flicked and flailed in silence next to Papillon, just before Blink materialized—trilling. She stood atop the highest tower of the as-of-yet unnamed castle, watching one of Ha'Sleyl T'Mutah's brilliant moons steadily sinking beneath the ocean horizon. Silent. Reflecting. Blink brushed against her side, prompting her to pet him through an oversized sleeve. After concluding the business with the saaskuakh band, Papillon sent Ladame and her brood to continue dwelling in their mountain lairs; reluctant to unhome them for her own conveniences. None yet lived in her new settlement, so there was little need to defend it—other than the paranoid concern that wanderers may find the spontaneous materialization of a castle to be some flavor of omen beckoning them to vainglory. She really didn't want to have to go through the awkward paces of driving anyone—or anything—away. Thoughts of pointless, stupid, and utterly unnecessary violence sent Papillon down a spiral of rumination. With all the power she possessed, because of the Old Man, she wouldn't even have to fight someone herself. The pathetic tiff with the curious saaskuakh band and Ladame went so overwhelmingly in her favor, she couldn't stop from guilting herself over it. Her scars refused to let her think of any victory—devoid of needless suffering—as an accomplishment. "Master, are you brooding again?" Papillon looked down at Blink. And squatted down to his level, reaching both hands up to hold onto his feline face—affectionately rubbing and kneading his cheeks, eventually pressing her brow to his. "Blinnnnk, you're so cuuuute...fuzzy, fuzzy faaaace..." He tolerated it with a measure of smug indifference. "Yeah, Master's brooding again..." he concluded aloud, although not without pride for having the power to lift her mood again by just existing. Who do you think is limitlessly powerful?
November 15, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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Pictured (CW, Trump is in it): "Most respected country."
Photo of South Korean President Lee shaking hands with an evil pedophile while gifting him a traditional burial crown. Caption reads: "LOL, you gotta hand it to South Korea for gifting Trump a Silla dynasty crown. For those that don't know; that dynasty fell to financial instability, incredibly high taxes, wealth inequality and widespread rebellion against their king. Trump is too dumb to understand this is a prophecy and President Lee is basking in this moment, deservedly."
November 9, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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👩‍🍳🤌💋

#Erotica #Monsterfucking #Booksky
(Author is Emma Hamm).
Picture of someone's Kindle, under a caption: "I wasn't sure about reading this book but after I've had a little giggle at the disclaimer, I can't wait to see what happens! And a laughing-with-tears emoji. Book: Whispers of the Deep" (by Emma Hamm) The pictured disclaimer reads: "Please suspend your disbelief for this monster fucker book. It's a book about fucking mermen. Let's not get into a scientific conversaation about whether the bends would happen or if she could die doing half the stuff she does. K? K. *Smooches*"
October 27, 2025 at 5:36 AM
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Will these suffice?
"Spooky snoots that need boopin'" over four images of adorable dark creatures, ranging--start top right and going clockwise: Crow, Bat, Cat, Dog. Wiener snoot for boop, a small brown dog of oblong features putting his snoot forward into booping range.
October 22, 2025 at 5:49 AM
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Still can't fucking sleep, though.
A viscacha! And certainly looks how I feel right about now.
October 13, 2025 at 5:55 AM
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What do you call a spicy viscacha?

A sriracha.
This viscacha is already done with my shit and I we just met.
October 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
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Crucifers from space, riding root steeds and pico-de-gallo tanks. From Powerpuff Girls.
October 13, 2025 at 4:30 AM
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Ooooh, these are all such gorgeous works! Stunning! I'll throw my Onora in here.

One day, maybe, I'll be able to afford a completely accurate reference sheet...but at the present, the black-and-white image is closest.
Squid-eyed goat, with hime-style hair and icy-pink eyes with golden four-point pupils; colors are in the next image. The squid-eyed goat as a human being. All colors are accurate.
October 9, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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o,.,o
Post this on your profile and let your followers associate you with a fictional character that you remind them of.
October 6, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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We're going to talk about DWARVES for today's #worldbuilding in #APurpleSun.

I'll be covering:
- Architecture
- Arts
- Cuisine
- Diplomacy
- Economy
- Education
- Entertainment
- Faith
- Fashion
- Government
- Language
- Military
- Technology
A pickerwheel.com screenshot showing the selection of "Dwarves."
August 30, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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Your pfp is your therapist. Oh, awful idea.

"That distressed look, the depths of the song of pain and anguish in your heart, the cries of your mind, and the rich...rich story of your soul...Aah, mortals are so adorable.

I'm going to f**k you."

Though she would change my body to match my identity.
Auyeen, primordial/shapeshifting eldritch hermaphrodite who is the Void itself; half shark and half fox. 9' tall. Art by Pistachio (FurAffinity). This is a bad idea, but also appealing to me, because at least she would get a powerful kick out of first changing me into my ideal vision of my identity. Maybe keep me in her personal dimension. We're basically just anime to her. She is the personification of "Nothing" and she's everything that the "Creator," her penultimately benevolent and goodly lover, isn't. Auyeen again, this time drawn by CorkiCorgi (FurAffinity). One day, I'll be rich enough to commission someone to draw her canonically correct--this and other pieces were all done for the sake of not having to describe her to people, with intentions of being used as references for harder works. You can't assign an age nor quantify correctly the kind of power she has--her manifestations are like pressing yourself against elastic (in her case, Creation itself) to present a shape for people to interact with. She has no power of creation itself, only change--but she considers all realities within the full scope of Creation to be a gift presented to her for entertainment and company by AMN. Morals, limitations, and philosophies are all mortal matters and she is older than conception--all just pretty colors on paper to her. She might very well literally wave away your troubles, or stick you back into their midst within an even worse hell than you'd ever imagine--if it seemed like a better story. You don't want that as a therapist.
July 23, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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According to my girlfrench, "international medical ethics" was instituted in 1949; France "upgraded" it in 1970, and a board of review, updating, and enforcement was started in 1983.

The "Declaration of Helsinki" (1964) is cited and possibly something to look into.
French: L'origine de principes Suivent, en 1948, la Déclaration universelle des droits de l'homme à laquelle sont attachés les principes de liberté, sécurité, égalité et dignité humaine, puis en 1949, le Code international d'éthique médicale, et en 1964, la Déclaration d'Helsinki.
July 15, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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What are your three favourite films from 1999?

#filmsky

The Matrix, The Thirteenth Warrior, Wild Wild West.

Close contenders in Phantom Menace and The Mummy, though.
Poster for THE MATRIX 1999. Poster for WILD WILD WEST 1999. Poster for THE 13TH WARRIOR 1999.
July 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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Merci beaucoup, and apologies for the disjointed concepts; trying to get my Onora depicted right when I'm broke as hell has been nearly impossible.

Alt text holds details.

Best of luck all and merci again for the opportunity!
The "squid-eyed goat," Onora; most accurate depiction of her I currently possess. She's a short girl at 113cm. Hexcodes for colors can be grabbed later, along with the original reference materials if they would help show the spirit of the design intended. Human Onora from her previous life, all colors correct but hair style not quite right. Earliest concept attempt, horns correct and ears correct colors. Eyes have changed since this design. Depicted outfit was meant to be something worn underneath armor.
July 5, 2025 at 8:24 AM
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I do my best not to inject into others' lives anymore, but I definitely once had issues with letting folks make their own mistakes.

...Some of this is because I lost faith in the belief in "community," which I was so heavily taught. Always felt like the only one trying to practice neighborly love.
A circle-graph depicting, in clockwise: "Mean Girl; scored at 29%" "Eternal Daughter; scored at 33%" "Devouring Mother; scored at 50%" "Femme Fatale; scored at 37%"
May 13, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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April 20, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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4.093 words, about two hours of work.

Premise of this is royalty from Hell attaching herself to an extremely feminine high school boy who has endured a living hell most of his life--after a random act of kindness on the worst day of his life; inspired by the likes of...
Title text for project: "B/Eater: the FA/FO Story" or also "Bully Eater: The Fuck-Around and Find-Out Story."
April 9, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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Two parts into "Testimony of the Whip," in which a vampire seduces and plays--as an outlet for someone he yearns for, but has rejected himself on the behalf of.

It looks nice out, so I'm going to go for another walk.

#AmWriting #PurpleFuck #L'AdamahTava
Excerpt from L'Adamah Tava, third chapter: "Testimony of the Whip." "Monsieur..." she cooed. Tilting her head, she laid it on his palm and hugged along his legs. His eyes shut, his mind strayed, and he thought of his cruelty. To lead astray another, in his forlorn longing for one he'd yet asked to behold him with loving eyes. How easily could he ensnare her? How easily could he...make her desire him? How could he?
March 29, 2025 at 9:20 PM
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+1.585 words for intermission bhet, "Shadows of Ere."

The Heir Beauregard fully unfurls his racism, antisemitism and imperialism, renaming the islands of the Archipel de Sefiroth while banishing and alienating members of the Captaincy that got him there in the first place.
Excerpt from the second intermission of L'Adamah Tava: "Let us resume the business of civilization, in civilization, good captains," the Heir Beauregard sniveled amour propre. The doors of the room shut in the physic behest of guards outside, and congress reconvened--though with a notable and utter absence of jubilation. And No One bore absolute witness.
March 28, 2025 at 11:05 PM
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+2.165 words for chapter two, "Colonie de la Valeur."
Excerpt from "L'Adamah Tava." "Quite so indeed, monsieur." Lothaire faced him. And their eyes bore upon each other with all the weight of the mountains. A storm brewed where those gazes struck against each other. Of nothingness, a quiet thunder. "My words couldn't ring true, not an iota, if any of it were steeped in anything but truth. I gave her oath for her. Only for her." He closed his eyes, dipped his head, and sighed his sorrow from his nostrils. "Not even for myself." Turning onward, he began a pursuit of like path--but alternate purpose. "C'est l'amour, monsieur."
March 27, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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Charles. Ovide. Bennoit. Beauregard; just might be the biggest asshole I've ever written.

#AmWriting #WriterSky #PurpleFuck #L'AdamahTava
Excerpt from "L'Adamah Tava." The Heir Beauregard let out a pleased scoff. And then turned, with all amour propre, to look at the Captain. "You may turn his keys over, forthwith. And then remove yourself while matters of higher import than your..." he cleared his throat and stepped closer to the Captain, reaching out a ring-choked hand to straighten his military frock, before holding his ribald throat high, "Station's permittances so-avail you."
March 27, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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Raw "Prologue" and "Jour du Débarquement" written for my #purplefuck project, 2.850 words.

I'm going to keep going until I either collapse or my fingers fall off, because this shit's such a joy to write.

#AmWriting #QueerSky #WriterSky
Excerpt from "H'Adamah Tava." "Monsieur Commodore!" the others barked likewise, even the recalcitrant Balik. They fetched their men, their weapons, and in formation marched toward the castle. And the Commodore, who would permit his stallion to be restrained under the decks no longer, rode at their crest apex--its alabaster hide aglow in the sun's awe, and nary a curl of its mane stressed. No shadow barred their way, nor ghost, nor skulking devil. But they did not pass the gates unseen. They did not spread across its courtyard unheard. And they did not fill the castle's halls untouched. For it was Nothing who beheld them. And the darkness, who obeyed her in all things, opened its eyes in the deep catacombs of the cathedral.
March 27, 2025 at 2:30 PM