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local queer disaster pack of critters | ΘΔ &
mid 20s


🐲 So we just took a nice little walk. During that, not only did we possibly see a bat (Couldn't confirm due to limited light, but it had that shape and flew more like a bat than a bird, so...), not only did we realize we might be forming another headmate, but we found the Most Blursed explanation of our headspace:

We're a Discord call.

This is both terrible to consider and is way too close of a description. We spent like 90% of our time in headspace when we're not fronting mostly talking/thinking at each other. Occasionally we might conjure up our bodies to provide physical comfort to each other, but unless we're actively fronting, we're on the call. It even works with when we withdraw from headspace for whatever reason; We've just put ourselves on mute/deafen. This somehow describes us too well. It is fucking cursed.
I want to give just a little slap with the claws to whoever in here came up with this concept. Unfortunately, I think it was me.


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