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marcy (very important and sweet angel)
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dailygrowl.life
also! opened up a ko-fi if anyone wuld like to throw a little money at pup while she looks for permanent work

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November 25, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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junlper.beer
this has become a very important video to me
December 7, 2025 at 4:29 AM
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dizzyspellss.bsky.social
More of Odludek the newty little witch! She gets dizzy when she casts her favourite spell too much too quickly.
December 5, 2025 at 7:16 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
if they want people to watch tv they should just make the muppet show again
December 5, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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dailygrowl.life
pup's first piece for the #mechsplomicrojam25

INSOMATIC

CW: emotional abuse, trauma
INSOMATIC Adjective: Distinctly lacking embodied and physical sensation; ethereal; immaterial. Every time, it was over in a flash. One million pinpricks all over her flesh; the hairs on her arms on end; the base of her neck warbling, then humming, then buzzing. A splash of warmth that faded so quickly she was never sure if she had only imagined it-after that it was always so frigid. She never could get used to the sensation. She shivered in her seat. Was it over? She didn't dare move until she received the OK. If she did, there would be hell to pay. Everyone hated doing recalibration. So she waited. And waited. And waited. When was the last time she had felt anything really, truly physical? she wondered. How long had it been? A year? Two? It could interrupt her synchronization, they had told her. It would only complicate the process, they had told her. And you wouldn't want that, would you? It was already so unpleasant. She spent every day outside of the cockpit completely alone, preserved like a specimen in a jar. Some days, if she found the strength to move her arms, she dared to graze her own hand on her cheek. Once, she managed to fold her hands together. It hadn't ruined anything, yet. But she was still terrified of the consequences. Every three days, they let her use the molecular cleanser. That was almost worse than the sync process. The air would fold around her—subsume her—for about six seconds, and it felt like her skin was melting away. "Sync rate below threshold. Stand by, 0940." Her chest clenched. That was never a good sign. The last time they had said that, they spent four hours cycling her through startup to diagnose the problem. The process felt longer each time, the sensations more intense. She had made the mistake of closing her eyes, and was inundated with blasts of light that pierced through her corneas and sublimated a chunk of her prefrontal cortex. After thirty minutes, cold sweat had mixed with whatever chemical they pumped in there to assist her breathing. It smelled like gasoline. "Re-cycling. Hold tight." The process repeated, reversed. Heat, buzzing, humming, warbling, hairs on end, a million pinpricks. Milliseconds of stillness, and then again. A million pinpricks, hairs on end, warbling, humming, buzzing, heat, cold. She wondered if she would ever grow to welcome it. If the absence of physicality would ever stop casting a shadow over her. If her only remaining perception of touch would be this dissociative, disorienting, disembodied non-existence that enveloped her every time she was strapped in. After all, once it was over, she adored almost everything that came after. In here, she could feel and be felt. She had a real presence. She could walk unburdened, instead of on tiptoes and flanked by unnamed mechanics. She could run, and leap, practically dance, instead of remaining in stasis for days on end. She could fight, instead of taking every insult hurled at her in stride without being allowed so much as a flinch. The cold seeped into her bones as she sat, turning them into icicles. In recent months, she had grown to begrudgingly appreciate the cold—it was a real sensation, not the muted synthetic inputs that swam in her skin cells through her neural port. That was the one thing she hated about being in here: that everything she felt emanated from that singular point, leaving her extremities in the dark. Actually, that wasn't true. She also hated its high-pitched squeal of pistons and its churning, gurgling engine. She hated the fluctuating temperature; frozen at the start and stifled with sweat by the end. She hated the craterous blanks in her memories—visions that turned to shadows when she grasped at the shape of them—and hated not knowing for certain what she and 0940 were capable of. She could always sense the aftermath lingering in her body, and she hated that most of all. Echoes of phantom touches reverberated violently in her arms, her legs, her neck, her abdomen. Even in the dark, they were all-consuming. She had dreams, from time to time. She was never sure if they were memory or fiction. They faded quickly into imprints when she would wake, leaving her with no means of preserving them beyond her slipping mind. Deafening gunfire. Screeching steel. Ashen trees drowned in blood, scorched metal tearing up the roots. Sulfur mixed with diesel and smoke. A crack to her skull. Something or someone squished, like a bug. Each nightmare left some new horror imprinted on her eyelids. Even rarer were her other dreams; the ones that found her when she was most alone, and left her hollowed out. They were always the same:
December 4, 2025 at 6:21 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
finally finished reading WARHOUND. can't be sure im the same person hehe ^^
December 1, 2025 at 6:07 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
stonerfication
November 30, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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swimsuitfucker.bsky.social
what the fuck ever. curls up against you and balls up a bit of your shirt in my fist and clings to it
November 26, 2025 at 10:23 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
ok im finding out apparently angels are not allowed to say swears??? this hecking sucks....
November 23, 2025 at 4:43 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
learning the weed store can just sell you weed that makes you a stupid little girl forever?
November 22, 2025 at 9:41 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
alright youve convinced me! (suddenly she has wings and a halo)
marcyparcy.bsky.social marcy (very important and sweet angel) @marcyparcy.bsky.social · 15d
thinking of being an angel girl. thoughts?
November 22, 2025 at 8:10 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
thinking of being an angel girl. thoughts?
November 22, 2025 at 4:55 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
should i just get way more pathetic on here for attention. be honest. i know im capable of it
November 17, 2025 at 2:58 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
mememememememe its me its me!!!!
November 17, 2025 at 2:06 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
READ LOVE ME AGAIN!!!!

its so peak!!! read it immediately!!!!!!
dailygrowl.life autumn @dailygrowl.life · 23d
"Love Me Again" chapters one and two

archiveofourown.org/works/74096361

Thalia is stuck in a dead-end job, she can't be bothered to take care of her apartment, and her girlfriend Penny is living it up on the opposite coast without her. Luckily, Penny has met someone who can help set things right.
poster for "Love Me Again" by yuriographer, art by Zisa Li a small girl reaches her hand upward as she falls into an unseen abyss. the title stretches down behind her, with "AGAIN" repeated ad nauseam.
November 14, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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willquinnart.bsky.social
Daily bunny no.3137 is highly invasive
A bunny stands in a small courtyard, with a cobblestone floor. Lots of small dandelion bunnies have grown through the cobblestones: They are plants with fluffy bunny faces.
November 13, 2025 at 4:47 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
since learning sign language i have gotten so much quieter. i just do not see the need to communicate with speech as often. perhaps i am not beating the bunny allegations... something i definitely wanted to beat
November 11, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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bunnymutt.bsky.social
HOW TO FEEL ALIVE
November 4, 2025 at 8:38 PM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
played legends za and thought it was quite good and then went on the internet and saw everyone saying it was terribad and was like wait what.
October 27, 2025 at 12:39 AM
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dailybunnies.bsky.social
A brown and white lop-eared bunny sits on a tiled floor, adorned with a bright red flower on its back.
October 25, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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dailybunnies.bsky.social
A bunny with brown and white fur sits on a carpet, wearing a red heart-shaped "Beanie Boos" tag.
October 23, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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bedupolker.bsky.social
Make a wish!
A mouse woman and her two children in a grassy clearing. The mother is holding a dandelion with its seeds floating off while one of the kids hops in the air trying to grab one. They are surrounded by various plants and grasses.
September 30, 2025 at 4:38 AM
marcyparcy.bsky.social
homestuck animated pilot was so fucking good were so fucking back
September 27, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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junestrings.bsky.social
September 25, 2025 at 7:50 PM