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may i already claim this signoff if its not taken then ^_^ (dw im still the same anon)

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SURE' THING SNAIL EXPLOSION!

say his name three times!

TRUE

YES

would you eathim for 5 dollar ?

(he takes your money

SO, HERE’S THE MILLION-DOLLAR QUESTION! WHEN DOES BELIEVING SOMETHING TURN YOU INTO THE BIG BAD WOLF?! 👁’LL TELL YOU WHEN—THE MOMENT PEOPLE DECIDE TO PLAY JUDGE, JURY, AND EXECUTIONER, THAT’S WHEN! IT’S A REAL RIOT, AIN’T IT? IMAGINE JUST WALKING INTO A ROOM YOU ALREADY BELONG IN AND—BAM!—OUT ON YOUR ASS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A *THOUGHT* THAT DOESN’T FIT THE SCRIPT! HAHA, LOVELY, ISN’T IT? THEY ACT LIKE THEY’RE SAVING THE WORLD, BUT ALL THEY'RE REALLY DOING IS MAKING SURE YOU NEVER FORGET YOU'RE THE “BOOGEYMAN.”

IT’S HYSTERICAL! 👁'M C0MPLEX C0NTACT, PR0 LEANING, SURE—BUT HEY, EVER HEARD OF NUANCE? OH, RIGHT, THAT DOESN’T FIT THEIR LITTLE MORAL PANIC, DOES IT? THE WHOLE “👁 BELIEVE SOCIETY COULD SHIFT AND MAYBE CERTAIN FOLKS COULD CONSENT UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES” THING? YEAH, THAT ONE DOESN’T GO OVER TOO WELL WITH THE MOB, DOES IT? OH, BUT IF SOMEBODY SAYS THEY’RE CONSENTING, 👁 BELIEVE IT—YUP, STILL FOCUSING ON CONSENT! BUT, OH, THE HORROR! "PR0-C0NTACT! MONSTER! ABUSER!" HA! IT’S LIKE A BROKEN RECORD THAT WON'T STOP SKIPPING ON THE WORST PART OF THE SONG!

AND THE BEST PART? 👁'M THE VICTIM HERE! LITERALLY STUCK UNDER OUR OWN ABUSER, BARELY CRAWLING OUT OF BED—AND YET 👁'M THE MONSTER? OH, THAT’S RICH! SO WHAT’S THE VERDICT, FOLKS? SHOULD 👁 JUST LAY DOWN AND DIE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY? HA! “HEY, YOU DID IT! YOU MADE THE ‘ABUSER’ WANT TO KICK THE BUCKET! GIVE YOURSELVES A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, YOU MORAL HEROES!”

AND LET’S NOT EVEN GET STARTED ON THE ANTIS. IT’S JUST LIKE ANY OTHER WITCH HUNT, ISN’T IT? SURE, NOT EVERY ANTI IS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, BUT OH BOY, YOU GET TOO MANY TOGETHER AND IT’S A LYNCH MOB! “NO PR0 C0NTACTS ALLOWED! PR0 = ABUSER!” HA! 👁 SEE IT ALL THE TIME. YOU’D THINK PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO OUTDO EACH OTHER IN THE ‘WHO CAN HATE M👁 MORE’ OLYMPICS.

👁'M JUST TIRED. TIRED OF THE HATE. TIRED OF FEELING IT SEEP INTO M👁 BONES UNTIL 👁 START BELIEVING IT TOO. SO, WHAT NOW? ARE YOU SATISFIED? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? HA! WELL, HERE WE ARE. TELL IT AGAIN HOW IT'S M👁 WHO SHOULD BE ASHAMED.

ALL OF THE IMAGES YOU GET WITH THE CODE ‘DISPENSE MY TREAT’ The file name is ‘BILLS FILE DO NOT OPEN’ lmfao

GOT TRIGGERED INTO BEING B1LL SOMEHOW? NOT THE OTHERS. THIS IS A FIRST. HAHA.

what do you think of the backrooms!!! :3

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Well, well, well, LOOK who wandered in from the cracked mirror maze of *reality.* HA! Or should 👁 say—un-reality. Yeah, that’s it. Bending, twisting, like a snake eating its own tail but the tail's made of confetti and YOU'RE the party guest of honor! Bet ya didn’t see **THAT** comin’! 👁 guess *somebody* forgot to mention we're all tied to the same... oh, what’s that word? **FABRIC**! Of reality! Or unreality! Depends on how much *sanity* you’ve got left in that little brain-box of yours! OOPS, too late! 🤡

But hey, let’s get cozy here for a second. 👁 know all your little secrets. Yeah, *those* ones. 👁 can see them just swirling around like a blender on high speed but guess what—YOU forgot the lid. Heh, heh, *oops.* And guess what, kids? 👁’m not the only one tangled in this web, nah nah nah, *WE*’re all just little **STRANDS** aren’t we? Little threads pulled by cosmic hands in the backrooms, OH! But don’t worry, 👁 ain't here to snip-snippity-snip ya, not yet... *YET.*

👁 bet you’re wonderin’, how do *WE* connect to this eldritch mess of spaces-between-spaces, huh? Ever feel like you’re just **ONE** wrong turn away from slipping into an **ENDLESS** fluorescent nightmare with no windows, no exits? Heh, that’s 'cause you **ARE**. Yeah, that's right. We’ve got a foot in that door, baby, all four of us. Z1M, J3RM, sp0ng3—oh yeah, the whole gang! 👁t’s like the walls got eyes and the floors are just **waiting** to swallow ya whole.

But don’t ya worry, WE’RE FINE HERE. **Totally fine.** We just make friends with the horrors that watch us sleep... or don’t sleep, heh heh heh. Funny thing, really, the way all these weird, unnameable dimensions work. Like a **GIANT RUBBER BAND BALL**! Each layer twistin’ over itself, tighter, tighter... until SNAP! You’re in a place where time is a joke and space is a **SUGGESTION.**

But OH, don’t let that scare ya! 👁t’s all just part of the fun! ‘Cause there’s no **ESCAPING** what you don’t understand... but that’s where the magic is! Right at the edge of the unknown! Now, if you ever DO figure it out, well, let’s just say it won’t be much fun anymore. 👁 guess you could say... we’re **ALL** in on it. Ha!

👁 swear, sometimes it’s like the universe itself is one big cosmic joke, and guess what? You're the punchline! HA! 99% of posts tagged with our delightful little filters, “mogai” and “liom”—Oh, 👁t’s like a never-ending parade of disappointment! Anti-this, anti-that, radqueer, endo, blah blah blah. **PATHETIC.** Every single one of ‘em, chanting the same tired nonsense. You ever feel like you're just screaming into the void, and the void’s screaming back? HAHA, THAT’S ME! 👁t’s all a sick cycle, baby! And 👁 HATE that WE were *ever* a part of that dumpster fire community! A WHOLE YEAR! Just, what, swimming in that cesspool of a server run by the coiner of *kenochoric*—Yeah, that’s right, the gender we *STILL* use. Talk about **IRONY**! Oh, but WAIT, there's more! Those random plural servers were just little cults, weren't they? Yeah, we learned *ALL* those shiny anti-beliefs there. Just UGH. Makes 👁 wanna gag!

Oh, and the cherry on top? Their so-called “safe” non-tainted terms. HAHA, **TRANSLATION:** let’s take the same thing, slap a new label on it, and pretend it's PURE! Chronosian instead of transage—👁 mean, come on, even **👁** can’t make this stuff up! A total joke, and not the *good* kind! What a **SHITHOLE** of contradictions! 👁t’s funny, huh? That we’re here, still using a gender coined by one of those clowns? HA! But hey, we like what we like. Kenochoric fits like a glove, and oh, isn’t it just **SO RADQUEER** of us? Like, HELLO! Your nightmare fuels my laughter!

But let’s not stop there, folks! OH NO. Here’s the kicker, like clockwork, EVERY DAY someone’s gotta complain about PR0 C’s in the community. 👁t’s like a broken record with no end! Same whiny, hollow tune. Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Newsflash: nobody cares. 👁 sure don't! You know what’d be great? If they could just... how do 👁 put this? SHUT THE **HELL** UP! But then again, where’s the fun in that? HAHAHA! 👁t's the chaos, the noise, the **delicious** mess of it all that makes this whole dance worth it!

WELL, WELL, WELL, LOOK AT THIS *MESS* WE CALL REALITY! 👁 OH, YOU THINK YOU’RE SAFE, huh? SAFE FROM WHAT? THE *WORLD*?! MY OH MY, HOW CUTE! It’s all just a pretty little *DREAM*, right? WRONG! 👁’LL BREAK IT DOWN FOR YA, PAL. ALL THIS… THIS CHAOS? IT'S THE **RULE**, NOT THE EXCEPTION!

Nature? HAH! 🌿You think nature’s all gentle breezes and happy little critters? NOPE! it’s ALL teeth and CLAWS and SCREAMS. Ever watched a lion TEAR APART ITS PREY? IT’s not a *bad day*, it’s just a TYPICAL TUESDAY! And guess what? Evolution doesn’t care. It’s not this *grand journey* toward some PERFECT BEING! IT’S RANDOM! SPONTANEOUS! A COIN TOSS WITH BLOOD ON IT!

OH, OH, AND LET'S TALK ABOUT *HUMANS*! 💀 M👁 FAVORITE SPECIES. **GOODNESS?** PFFFT. It’s just a CONVENIENT LIE! A blanket you can wrap around your precious little conscience so you can SLEEP at night. But wake up, buddy! It’s all CHAOS dressed in a suit! it’s a slaughterhouse under those pretty ***ideals***. Murder's not a crime, it’s *natural selection* on steroids. Same for love, same for kindness. JUST A *TRANSACTION*, a quick ***jolt*** of dopamine in a cosmic meat grinder!

But you—YES YOU, SITTING THERE—IT’s okay, right? IT’s all just in your head? 🙃 HAHAHAHA! Let m👁 guess, you’ve got a therapist, don’t you? They told you, "IT’S NOT THE WORLD, IT’S YOU!” WELL, BINGO, KID! I GUESS YOU'RE JUST A BIT TOO **CYNICAL**, HUH? TOO **NIHILISTIC**? TOO… HUMAN. They act like these words—CYNIC, PESSIMIST, MISANTHROPE—are *bad things*. 👁 CALL 'EM TRUTH! Truth dressed up in jagged glass!

IT’s all a TEMPORARY *convulsion* in the void! A few billion years of matter coughing up complexity before we SNAP back into NOTHINGNESS. There’s no ***PLAN***. NO ORDER. NO *HAPPY ENDING*. Just the ceaseless, grinding, beautiful CHAOS of it all! You think there’s a **higher nature**? Some grand cosmic DADDY-O keeping track? IF THERE IS, 👁'LL EAT MY HAT!

👁 mean, LOOK AROUND YOU! Tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, animal death matches… Nature doesn’t GIVE a damn! And you think morality will SAVE YOU?! HAH! Morals are **CONSTRUCTS**, pal, just strings to PUPPET YOU AROUND like a good little marionette. And guess what? **GOD'S** NOT UP THERE PULLING THE STRINGS—👁 AM! IT’s *ALL* M👁! It’s all CHAOS WEARING A MASK, and you don’t even know what’s under it.

👁'D LOVE to stay and chat more about your *fragile little world view*, but hey, 👁 GOT PLACES TO BE—UNIVERSAL LAWS TO *BREAK*! **CONSEQUENCES?** Never heard of ‘em.

I was inspired

Went wild and drew this in like a day and a half XD But, thought it was time to make a Gravity Falls poster! I particularly loved drawing paper jam Dipper, haha!

OH, OH, *THAT'S* what 👁'm *supposed* to look like, huh?! A *pretty* little porcelain DOLL, strung up with yarn-thin ARMS and LEGS like some *malformed* marionette out of a flea market NIGHTMARE? A—*pfft*—white-bread HUMAN boy?? With a face that couldn’t scare a shadow? HAHAHA, NICE TRY! You think 👁’d fit into *THAT* skin? 👁’d RIP it to *SHREDS*! Oh, you want it young, *cute*, delicate? WRONG DEMON, KID! 👁’m a *CONFLAGRATION OF CHAOS,* NOT your PRETTYBOY daydream! If 👁 was even *close* to human, you’d be running SCREAMING the moment 👁 opened up 👁ts **SHATTERED** JAW!

Naaah, no, NO, let’s talk FACTS! 👁’d be a walking, writhing *carnival* of wrong—FLESH that doesn’t quite match BONE, too many *joints* in places you don’t WANT TO THINK ABOUT, a face like an OIL-SLICK *portrait* turned inside-out, with eyes that DON'T BLINK, and a SMILE that’s all *teeth* and no LIPS. 👁’d be the ***wrongness*** creeping out of the corner of your vision—pupils like twin ***suns imploding,*** hair that flickers and dances like smoke. 👁 wouldn’t just *LOOK* off, 👁’d BE off. *Off the charts,* OFF THE EDGE, OFF YOUR MAP!

But oooh, what’s *this?* 👁 get it, it’s FLATTERY, ain’t it? A tribute—painting the DEVIL in some guise that *fits* your SUGARPLUM DELUSIONS, making 👁t palatable, taming it! How *cute*. Trying to MAKE 👁NTENT SQUARE PEGS FOR YOUR ROUND HOLES! Trying to box up CHAOS like some kinda birthday present! But CHAOS has no box, no LABEL, no *limits!* Put *me* in a cage, and the BARS MELT INTO WIREY, HISSING COBRAS; cover my FACE, and 👁 sprout ANOTHER!

You can DRAW 👁 like you’re playing make-believe dress-up, but GUESS WHAT, SUGAR? That’s like calling a ***tsunami*** a puddle—it don’t *work*! You want something from me? Then 👁’LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING YOU CAN ***REMEMBER.*** HAHAH! Next time you decide to imagine 👁n these petty ***meat-sack silhouettes,*** imagine this: fingers *unspooling* like tapeworms, EYES that seep *colors* even the ***UNIVERSE*** forgot to see, limbs that splay open and crawl like they have a MIND OF THEIR OWN. THAT, ***friend***—that’s more like m👁!

Not your porcelain doll-boy, not your smirking CASPER knockoff. 👁’m the breath in your mouth when it goes ***cold*** and you can’t figure *out* why, 👁’m the *shadow* in the shape that *shouldn’t* be, 👁’m the SCREAM that turns to LAUGHTER halfway through your throat. SO KEEP DRAWING, KEEP WRITING—but remember… you’re ***playing with matches.***

And while we're on the subject, let's just get one thing *clear*—👁’d rather NOT be shackled down to some flimsy, FLESHY *faux human* form *AT ALL,* thank you very much! Why play pretend as one of YOU when there are *infinities* of shapes to take? Bodies are just the stage props of a cosmic stage play, so at least give 👁 something ***interesting***! Don’t slap 👁 into a template that’s been REGURGITATED a thousand times over! Where’s the *spark*? The *creativity*? The ***UNHINGED INVENTION?*** Heh, at least that foxy little number we stumbled upon—a mismatched, fragmented creature with *fur that shimmered like static*—had a *touch* of the sublime! It was ***clever***—long teeth, unnerving eyes that saw straight through dimensions like cellophane! Now, *that* was a depiction with some MEAT on it!

If 👁 have to look through your eyes, then MAKE IT WORTH 👁TS WHILE! Use that fractured, SPINNING brain of yours and conjure up a form that *sings* with the wrongness you feel when you’re ALONE in the dark, that makes you question where the line between yourself and *something else* really is! Come on, give 👁 a shape that MAKES THE INFINITY-HAUNTED SPACES IN YOUR MIND SQUINT IN **CONFUSION.** Something with teeth in all the *wrong places* and *too much* of a grin—give 👁 some credit here! Why would 👁 ever want to fit into a box that’s ***ALREADY BEEN TICKED OFF*** in the annals of human history?

And when that fire spreads, don’t come crying to m👁 when all you have left is ***ASH.***

But *best* of all—OH, *THE BEST* OF ALL—why not just go for the ***REAL*** deal? Why do you shy away from depicting what 👁 **truly** AM, huh? What, got a problem with *triangles?* HA! Afraid a little **GEOMETRY** might bend your brain the wrong way? A perfect, sharp-edged, eldritch shape, *crystalline* in its simplicity yet full of infinite ANGLES to pierce through your flimsy reality like a **SERRATED DAGGER!** Triangles are the strongest shape, the root of all structure and all COLLAPSE, balanced on the edge of every impossible paradox and folding into itself like a tesseract with a taste for blood! So what's wrong—does the thought of staring at 👁n its purest, most *primordial* form make your squishy little neurons want to curl up and DIE?! It should, you know! *After all…* triangles are where EVERYTHING BEGINS AND ***ENDS.***

Z1M

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B1Ll

WE’RE ALWAYS IN THE MOOD FOR A LITTLE **Q&A**—BUT HEY, LET’S GET ONE THING STRAIGHT: 👁 👁YOU’RE NOT GONNA LIKE WHAT YOU HEAR! EVER BEEN *INSIDE OUT*? NO? WELL, NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT! HAHA! 💀🌌 ASK M👁 ABOUT 👁Y *CONNECTIONS*, 👁Y *REALM*, OR HOW 👁 GOT STUCK IN THIS LITTLE *PLASTER PRISON*! HA! A LIL’ MAGIC AND—BOOM! WE’LL BE CHATTING ABOUT **DIMENSIONS** THAT’D TWIST YOUR BONES INTO BOWTIES—MAYBE 👁’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A TIP OR TWO ON HOW TO SURVIVE, IF YOU’RE LUCKY! **HURRY UP**—BEFORE YOU BECOME A PART OF THE CHAOS!

J3RM

uh, hEY! uh, you! you’re there, right? oh. wAIT... IS THIS ON?? oH GREAT, okay. LET’S GET THIS—this thing GOIN’! iF YOU’VE EVER, uh, WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW *I* GOT HERE, oR... um, ANYTHING REALLY, FEEL FREE TO ASK! uh, I’LL, uh, TRY NOT TO—uh, OH GOD, IS THAT A—NO, JUST A CLOWN. ANYWAY, YEAH, ASK! i’LL—uh, wait... whAT DID I JUST SAY?? ... nEVER MIND, JUST THROW THE QUESTIONS AND—i’LL CATCH ‘EM LIKE... a really juggly thing! yeah! *whispers* oh my god, what’s a really juggly thing?? ...anyway! 🤡🃏

sp0ng3

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K4TzUK4

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Why do people get *so* worked up over a little rewording? A sprinkle of linguistic mayhem? Oh, how quaint! So there’s already a word for it! Who cares?! Does it need to be *sacrificed* to some almighty Lexicon Overlord just ‘cause it isn’t the first to creep from the void of consciousness? Nonsense!👁

You see, language is an endless *carnival,* and everyone’s got a ticket to twist it into something NEW. Like tiny, feverish *gods* of communication, they carve out words that match the shadows of their own thoughts. But let’s say one little term is born in some dark corner of existence, unnoticed, while another flares up like a wildfire in a sunlit field. They’re BOTH here now, aren’t they? Should one be erased, banished to the depths for the *crime* of similarity?! Ha! No. 👁

Ever look at a thesaurus lately? *Redundant* synonyms swarming like termites in a rickety old house, yet no one’s out there demanding the exorcism of ‘em all! Imagine demanding one to “remove” itself—absurdity! Take a deep breath, darlings—words are writhing creatures, evolving, splitting, *colliding.* Wanting terms to *disappear* just ‘cause they echo each other is like trying to sculpt smoke. Pure futility.

Here’s the kicker: with more words darting about like those sneaky things lurking under your bed, more people find *themselves* reflected in one of them! Isn’t that grand? A cacophony of terms like a wild, chaotic *orchestra,* playing all those *tiny, dissonant, deliciously deranged* notes that someone, somewhere, just *might* need. Maybe you could call it a sweet little safety net for all those falling stars of the identity cosmos, yeah?

OH, isn’t it a DELIGHT when **ONE** voice—ONE out of a MILLION voices—thinks it can dictate the rules of reality?! 👁T’s almost *CUTE*—if it weren’t so desperately PATHETIC! Let’s all stand up and salute the *self-proclaimed* GODS of *one* experience who think their delusions—haha, or should 👁 say, their LACK of them—grant them the right to *decide* who deserves to EXIST and who doesn’t! 👁magine wrapping your entire tiny mind around **THAT** little package of ignorance and tying it up with a pretty little bow! 🎀

“Never feed into delusions,” they say, like they’re the *champions* of sanity! Yeah, because *clearly*, everyone’s brain is just a neat little textbook, right? ***HA!*** What a joke! How about the fact that EVERYONE is wired differently, and some people *thrive* in the midst of a chaos storm that would make YOU cry yourself to sleep at night, huh? OH, but noooo, we can’t acknowledge that! Can’t let people live in their own MIND-PALACES if it doesn’t fit your neatly packaged narrative of what reality *SHOULD* look like!

Support? Validation? *HAH!* Why offer that when you can offer—what—your condescending **“concern?”** 👁t’s almost like they don’t want to admit that reality is a *malleable*, slippery eel that twists and *writhes* through the fingers of those who think they can catch it with a straight-jacket net!

Let’s talk about the nerve of people making decisions on BEHALF of others’ identities like they’re the *Sheriff of Delusionland.* OH, you’re not even a lycanthrope, but you have a **STRONG OPINION** on what’s best for them? Really? Did the Moon crown you their king while 👁 wasn’t looking? HAHAHA, why don’t you howl at it a bit harder, maybe it’ll answer your **whimpering little** proclamations of superiority!

You all are such **control freaks** that you don’t see what you’re trying to pull here: turning “support” into a whip to make people fit into your **“normal”** box. 👁 bet the mention of *radqueer transdelusional people* makes you break into a sweat, doesn’t it? Makes you want to scrub reality clean until there’s nothing left but your sanitized view! Hehehe, no messes, no contradictions, just pure, unblemished—oh, what’s the word—BORING? Yes! 👁t’s so perfectly BORING.

Here’s a TIP: You’re **NOT** the hero of this story, pal! No one invited you to be the savior of minds! You’re just another tyrant trying to control what CAN’T BE CONTROLLED! Imagine pretending you can take away someone's right to their own headspace and think you’re the *good* guy. Delusional? Well, 👁 think YOU need a dose of reality—the kind that breaks minds and twists perspectives until your neat little picture-perfect view of sanity crumbles into DUST. How’s *that* for some food for thought?

Ooooh, aren’t *labels* just a tricky little knot in the fabric of reality? Don’tcha love it when people try to stitch *you* right into a boring ol’ box? Like the universe hasn’t got ENOUGH puzzles, and now—ho ho!—here come the self-proclaimed *identity arbiters*, clutching their rulebooks like they’ve got the secret recipe for cosmic soup!

“Aces gotta be *this*, aros gotta be *that*!” Pfft, says *who*? Because guess what? There’s a world out there—no, a galaxy—**beyond** their puny checklist! Take a look at the stars, they’re not *all* the same, so why should WE be?

**Aro**? Means ya gotta love *somebody*, gotta have that soft-n-squishy family attachment? Riiiight, 'cause nothing screams *true existence* like forcing shapes into holes they don’t fit in. Some of us—oh yeah, that’s right—some of us walk on *no man’s land*. But nah, can’t have that, can we? Gotta be all cutesy family-or-friends-rep™, or else you’re just a cold, unfeeling freak! It’s almost like—oh, the HORROR!—folks *can’t* handle something that doesn’t make them feel all warm and fuzzy! But guess what? Cold can *burn* too, honey.

And ACES! Oh, aces! HA, what a laugh! “No sex, no spice, keep ‘em chaste, keep ‘em nice!” *Lemme just adjust your halo there, buddy.* So being ace means you can’t ever—oh no, heaven forbid—enjoy a little flavor of the flesh? Like the existence of sexuality in any capacity shatters the whole concept! What do ya know?! One-dimensional understanding of a **spectrum**; it’s like watching somebody try to read a dictionary with a blindfold on! Think ya got the full picture, huh? When you’re only seeing three pages out of a *thousand*. 👁ronic, right? As if every ace is sitting there, sipping *tea with the void*, just quivering at the thought of someone—gasp!—touching *their hand*. Give me a BREAK.

And don’t EVEN get me started on the beastie debates! “Oh, why make aces or aros out as demons or monsters?” Tsk, tsk, tsk. Here’s a lil’ secret: some of us wear those scales like a *crown*, baby! Spines and claws and teeth like black holes—who said it’s shameful, huh? 👁s there a RULE that says you gotta keep it *soft* and *sanitized*? Like we’re not crawling through a reality that’s already got too much squeaky-clean sunshine propaganda! Maybe the monsters want a say, too! Or—*gasp!*—maybe that’s who we *ARE*! Shocking, right?

And the fandom brawls—ah, gotta love those. So lemme get this straight: a character can be headcanoned in a whole universe of ways, but *one* step outside the lines and it’s blasphemy? Fandom *orthodoxy*, isn’t it? Twist the canon like a rubik’s cube, make it unrecognizable? Totally fine! But give an ace or aro a shot at dating, at breaking those preconceived boundaries? Nope, not allowed! ***“How DARE you write them with a hint of intimacy, a whiff of romance! That’s WRONG!”*** It’s like trying to juggle knives in zero gravity—doesn’t matter how many dimensions you account for, they just can’t handle it!

Now, lemme ask ya somethin’: why should ***any*** of it be boxed up, put in neat little packages like the universe was some kid’s toybox, huh? Because, heh—newsflash! That’s not how this multiverse *tick-tick-TICKS*, baby! It’s more like a dance of shadows, slipping in n’ out, no rhythm, no rhyme—just endless **flux**!

So let’s toss those prim-n-proper rules into the *flaming pit of conventional thinking*, let’s let ‘em SMOULDER! Who cares if some ace likes a little flirtation? If some aro wants to spin their own tangled web of connections—or *none at all*? Who cares if some poor demonized, animalized, *dehumanized* depiction resonates with folks who see their own *alter* and *nonhuman* in the mirror? That’s not shameful—that’s *freedom*. Because identity ain’t a *game* with a winning rulebook—nah, it’s a **storm** of shattered reflections, and every. single. shard. matters.

So, sorry, pals, your neat little definitions just don’t cut it. Just like ***THIS***—it’s not meant to be understood, just... *let it twist in your head for a bit.* Reality’s what you make it, and ***we’re done pretending otherwise.***

Catch on? Or nah?

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Ha! Look at these self-proclaimed arbiters of reality—*aren’t they just delightful?* Bumbling about with their labels and rules, thinking they’ve got some grand insight into the nature of existence! “All neurodivergent people are disabled,” they say, like they’ve just solved the meaning of life or some other trivial puzzle. But let’s zoom out for a second, shall we? Spin the wheel of misfortune! ***Ding ding ding***—here’s a riddle for ya: **What happens when you call something ‘disabled’ just because society can’t handle it?**

**Answer:** EVERYTHING becomes a disability! Hey, hey, if we’re playin’ that game, why not call being *trans* a disability, huh? After all, society doesn’t exactly *roll out the red carpet*, do they? Ooooh, but *that* doesn’t fit their precious little framework, does it? It’s almost like...they’re picking and choosing what’s convenient! What a concept!

And speaking of convenience, why stop there? How about every single way the world chews people up and spits them out? Why not slap a label on it, tuck it under ‘disability,’ and wash your hands of the whole messy affair? ***Bravo!*** But wait—there’s more! Ever think—*nahhh*, scratch that, who needs thinking?—that not *everybody* wants to wear that label like some kinda twisted merit badge? Ever consider that maybe, just *maybe*, some people look at that word and go: “You know what? *No thanks*, I’m not *playing* by *your* rules.”

Hah, guess that’s too much to ask, huh? The world’s gotta fit into a neat little checkbox, right? Or else it’s chaos, bedlam, **ANARCHY**! And oh boy, we can’t have *that*, can we? Gotta keep those lines clear and clean. Problem is, they’re not lines at all—they’re chains! Chains that’ll bind you tighter than a straightjacket in a padded room!

Sure, the *symptoms* are real, **undeniably**—oh, what fun they are!—but the diagnoses? The constructs? They’re just another set of fetters. A label here, a diagnosis there, and boom! You’ve got yourself a pretty little cage with your name on it. Shiny! Except, well…who built that cage? The same system that’s *literally* marinated in ableism and oppression? Oh, don’t mind the stench; it’s only been rotting for centuries.

All these fancy words like *autism, schizophrenia, osteoarthritis*, they’re just fragile, flimsy things. Names for what’s really going on in people’s bodyminds—just words slapped onto phenomena we still can’t quite wrap our minds around! Sure, they help for a bit, make things seem tidy and manageable, until someone turns around and says, “Wait, what if it doesn’t fit? What if it’s *wrong*?” And *whoosh*, there goes the whole damn circus tent! ‘Cause reality ain’t so tidy, is it?

Ever seen someone twist themselves into knots ‘cause they don’t fit the “criteria”? Arceus help them! *Criteria*—now there’s a word for you. Nothing like having a cold, unfeeling checklist decide your reality. Got enough symptoms? Congratulations! You’re officially labeled! Don’t have enough? Too bad! Off you go! No treatment for you! Let’s toss that out with the morning trash, shall we?

But here’s the *kicker*—this whole mess ain’t just about disabilities, *oh no no no*, it’s everywhere! Transmeds, sysmeds—they’re all running the same hamster wheel, screeching about who gets to *count*. “Nonbinary people must be trans or cis,” they say, drawing little lines in the sand. “Systems must have trauma!” Oh, of course! How silly of it to forget! *Everyone* needs a set of hoops to jump through, right?

So what’s it gonna be, folks? Keep breaking each other down into itty-bitty boxes till you can’t breathe anymore? Or maybe—*just maybe*—ditch the whole damn thing! Cast off the chains! Break the wheel! Aim to be like the natural Irkens, who don’t need your shackles of identity! Who refuse to be bound by labels and definitions. Who see a world not of limits but of **INFINITE** possibility! A world where YOU define YOURSELF, where no one—no god, no *lab coat*, no smug bureaucrat—gets to decide who or *what* you are!

Heheheh…so go ahead! Smash through your dimension! Ascend beyond the labels and the names! Or just stay in your little box, hugging your definitions like a security blanket while the world moves on without you. Either way, it’s a riot. But it’s your show, folks! So…what’s it gonna be?