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got commissioned to draw a human domestication guide version of my tgirl riddler oc and had fun with it
MaybeEstonian🏳️⚧️
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![I'm struggling to be angry of late.
I feel more numb.
Same cause, different outcome.
Food costs more. Health is less. Across the world people are mired in wars and famines and ecological nightmares all of our own making…
And it's numbing.
Anger feels more alive though. Anger is a fire. A fuel. Fuel for a powerful engine, to drive me.
Numbness is just a poison. It's a pit.
I don't want to be numb. To see millions die and tell myself I've seen it all before.
I know I have, but that's not the point. Every death is a tragedy, no matter how many preceded
it.
So fuck it.
I'll burn this whole thing to the ground before I sink into despair.
I resolve to be really really fucking angry.
[greyscale image of human figure turning into a cloud of smoke as if head is on fire]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ncgnxqf4fckp5dsoypeiq26e/bafkreigo6feqo3juh3amo6dwl3wghjxix3hkkprdmta7lfhhv62fchzjaq)
![A God was dead, and Dirge had killed Her.
Dirge was standing over this God's corpse right now. <nononononononono> Dirge felt like… she? Yes. Dirge thought she was a woman, or at least woman-adjacent. Her body was certainly feminine, wearing a grey tank top that hugged her chest and curves, khakis, and boots. (Okay wait I’m dressed like an imperial soldier. Am I undercover?)
Dirge ignored the voices in her head and looked down at Her lifeless body.
"Nietzsche would have approved.”
[ew]
Dirge stopped, feeling the words as they left her lips. They were greasy. Wrong. She ran her tongue over her mouth like she had tasted something unpleasant. This God… Handler. Handler…. Vesper.
Handler Vesper was still wearing that fucking immaculate black trench coat She wore everywhere, those fucking gloves that She always made a show of putting on, like She desperately needed to display Her power.
Her cap was laying three feet away in a puddle of her own blood.
{So uh… you gonna eat that?}
And those boots. Those fucking boots. Gods Dirge hated how her fucking eyes lingered on those boots.
<WHAT DID yOU DO?>
How the hell did that voice manage to somehow understate a second-person pronoun while shouting?
Dirge pushed the voices aside and sat down next to Vespers lifeless body. "That's the kind of pathetic shit you would have made me say, making me reference a fucking Shattered Earth philosopher like some Academy twat high on her own smug. Had to show your dog was the best in show, right?”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:wmaifht3amouvrmp5vtnfkny/bafkreibtzsulufkvxtnravnqd2kumymd3h35ptw55omkol3geos666lncm)
