The following is the result of my sleep deprivation, coupled with a few (several) tipples of tequila rose. Whilst in the shower, I began to have thoughts. Thoughts of how I make other people uncomfortable, since they don't know if whether or not they can fully trust me.

And I'm right there with them, as I don't know if I trust myself, either. Half the time, I don't even know who I am. It's hard to pin down my beliefs and my personality, as they are ever-changing. All aside from a small handful of constants.

Then I had an epiphany. I have trust issues, because I don't believe I myself am deserving of trust. Because I have broken the trust of others before. And that guilt never truly left me. So, I decided it was finally time for me to push on ahead with a little project I've had in mind for awhile now.

I considered writing an origin story for Pink. I know this is very egotistical and self-indulgent of me, so I wanted to warn you all in advance before I started work on it. I want to explore the parts of myself I don't quite understand, while simultaneously filling in the gaps of my original series.

This would include, how Pink fucked his CNS up. How he went through life, self-medicating with alcohol. How he died. How he met Alastor. How he met Angel Dust (And Cherri Bomb), and how he ended up in a position where he had to take on the exorcists (or seraphim, as I called them in my stories).

I didn't really want to write this, since it felt selfish of me to even attempt such a thing. I doubt there will be much of an audience for it. Still, if you care at all about the character (Won't blame you if you don't), then I figured I would oblige in explaining it all to you.

I will probably start writing it regardless, because I am looking forward to scenes of Pink fucking with Valentino. I just feel guilty for the impromptu, experimental therapy shit...

Should be championed. Should be celebrated. As one who is very reluctant to give himself any credit, I am currently trying to improve my self-confidence, and discover the reason why so many seem to like me as a person. Raised Mormon, I have always had a very unhealthy fixation on perfection.

And this has consequently led to me finding comfort and value in the company of others, exclusively. I hate, or I should say, that I did hate living with myself. Could never stand my own company. And then I started going to therapy.

It's a tale as old as time itself. Of the tortured artist, with a countless number of mental issues and quirks. Though, it would be a bit presumptive of me to call myself an artist. Nay. I am still but an amateur.

Still, there is the hope, that with a greater sense of self-worth, I will be able to improve as a creative in ways unthinkable to my past self.

I don't mean to get any hopes up, but I have considered getting back into both writing and illustration. Nothing too complex to start, but I had an idea while watching "Chip N' Dale, Rescue Rangers". Here's hoping I will persevere, and follow through on these ambitions.

I miss writing, so I'm hopeful that I will start back up, sometime soon.

This journal is exactly what you think it is. I want to urge my followers (Those who are eligible, at least) to vote in this up-coming election. As for who I want you to support? Well, that's none of my business, now is it? This may be rather pointed, but I do not intend to influence your vote one way or another.

Politics are a personal matter, and I want you all to understand that what you vote for in the privacy of the voting booth is your own damn decision. And I respect that. I won't demonize or lionize you one way, or another. You're just another person, and I respect your autonomy.

Even if you were to vote for the anti-christ, that would be your choice. Just make sure to do your due diligence, and research the candidates before hand. A well informed electorate is a happy electorate, is what I say.

After all, if you do not vote, and are unhappy with the results? Then that is on you. Please. Turn out in droves, and vote your conscience. Live without regret, and be true to yourself.

It has come to my attention that there have been some issues in relation to our little sub-community of furry degenerates. I love all my fans, and I am no stranger to courting controversy. I am an extraordinarily weird person, and there has been a great deal of conflict/contrast when it comes to what I believe politically, and what i like writing.

Although my work is cringey, I am proud of what I've accomplished as a hack writer. I was never as popular as Baby Star, and I doubt I'll ever enjoy that same level of success. My point is, I was content to continue evolving my craft at my own pace. It was never a day job for me, so I was satisfied with things as they stood at the time.

Times have changed since then, as this was before administration began purging prominent diaper-butt creatives. Like the aforementioned Baby Star. If they took her down, then I think it safe to assume none of us are immune to such persecution. Regardless of how well-known/well-regarded we are.

And I get the feeling this is a big reason why I've seen more people flock to my userpage for AB/DL stories. It's because my competition is being culled by a bunch of moralist retards who can't leave well enough alone. I am not long for this platform if the moderators continue down this path of wanton censorship.

I always focused on fictional characters, and I've engaged in the occasional stint of self-censorship, myself. I don't talk about this too often, but my opinion on the matter is rather... well, let us just say I have no problem separating real life from a Himegoto fan-fic.

Stories and pictures aren't typically meant as pointed sociopolitical commentary. It is not (And never was) an endorsement of child endangerment, or anything depraved like that.

I've not written in some time. I've also not role-played in an age. Creatively, I have been inert for awhile now. What can I say? It's hard for me to create, when I'm busy worrying how I'm going to afford rent next month.

But I digress. Point is, I need a back-up plan. Just in case I get banned the next time I submit something. So! Which site would you suggest I host my "Literature" on?

Not much to say today. Simply wanted to keep you all up to-speed on my living arrangements, moving forward. I will be moving in with another diaper-butt, and I'm thinking I'll make that move/summon him down here within the next two weeks at the latest.

I fucking hate moving, but at least I have options. At least I like the person I'll be living with. I can only hope that I don't bring 'em down with my negativity/doomerism. I can be pretty pessimistic at times. Just another example of my failings as a man, I suppose.

I'll make it through this. And, once I've done so, you should start seeing more in the way of productivity from me. No promises, but having someone around to help keep my depression in-check will certainly help.

So, I have come to terms with my mother's mortality. No one can live forever, and she is in a state of unfathomable pain. It's time to let go. I don't want to see her suffer this way anymore, but she did kinda prop up my bloated, meaningless existence. So, one domino knocks down another in its' wake.

There are many variables to this, and I feel like I'm over-simplifying everything. And I don't mean to do that, so... let me just focus on what this will mean for my account here going forward.

Honestly? My gut instinct was to kill myself. Just my natural impulse when I hear news this dire. But, since then, after the dust had settled, I have decided to reevaluate my situation. I am not entirely sure how much my fan-base would miss me, but I do have at least one good acquaintance in "The Conflicted Writer" who I would rather not let down.

I would like to use your real name, but... I'll just call you "CW" for privacy reasons. Saying that? CW? We have had our difficulties, but you know that necklace I gave you? It still means something. My best wishes are still sealed inside that otherwise worthless trinket. I do still care about you.

I just don't know how to proceed past this point, having already tried (and failed) in a more casual relationship.

And now, my housing situation in question, I've considered (And will probably go forward with) my friend's proposition. I don't want to be premature about this. I don't wish to stir up drama, or whatever.

But I can tell that you clearly care. And I just recently had another person watch me, so... I felt they deserved an update.

This is a very dark chapter in my life... but, that's kind of amazing. My favorite recording artist, Alice Cooper, made one of my favorite albums of all time at the lowest point in his life. That being "DaDa". An amazing piece of work, which I would recommend to anyone. A brilliant listen, truly.

Point is, through tragedy, I can make something better than anything that came before. Hell! All of those Helluva Boss stories were written after I had overdosed on meth, for fucks-sake! I wrote my best work, while having brain-damage!

So, instead of focusing on the dower and the pointless... I can use this pain to create something beautiful and awe-inspiring. And that is what I mean to do, going forward!

At least, that's the plan.

If you read my last journal, then you'd know I've been considering the possibility of "quitting". Upon further reflection, I felt that was a bit rash of me. I still want to keep at it, but this doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't expect much in the way of consistency.

Especially not now, considering all that's currently going on in my life. Expecting the death of a loved one real soon, and I've no idea how much the fallout of her passing will affect me. Mentally, it's definitely going to worsen my already severe depression.

Financially? Well, that I'm still unsure of. Even if I weren't suffering from crippling depression, my output would still be in the gutter. Because I'm going to need to prioritize finding an actual job.

Well, here's hoping I don't wind up dead in a ditch. I don't have much faith in myself, but I'm at least going to try. Mom would want/expect that of me, and I'm loathe to let her down.

Also! I can't trust Oda for shit, so I'm more motivated than ever before to return to my "Shuffle Piece!" series of fan-fiction. I would encourage all other Carrot fans do the same, and start their own AUs. I'm too much of a weirdo/degenerate to write anything "normal", so I'd love it if the less freaky Carrot fans could help me out in compiling more stories centered around her.

I feel like I've not been entirely honest with my audience here on FA. So, let me try to take this slowly. There is a lot to unpack, since I've had many things working against me for a very long time now.

Ever since I was a school boy I have struggled with feelings of inadequacy. I am not sure if this all started with my being indoctrinated into the Mormon church, or if it has always been a part of my nature to think less of myself. My point is that, even if I wasn't actively comparing myself to God, I would always come up short.

Because, if not God, I would compare myself to other, far more successful authors. And that's one thing I have been told repeatedly. That I should never compare myself to other people. That it isn't healthy, or whatever... but I find that I've never been capable of listening to/following that particularly sound piece of advice.

I know you're right. I know I shouldn't. I just can't fucking do it. I can't stop comparing myself to others. I'm simply far too much of a perfectionist to knock it off with this self-destructive behavior. Or, maybe it's because of my obsessive personality type?

Because I have a very obsessive personality type, as you may have noticed. I obsess over rabbit girls. I obsessed over certain concepts I kept introducing/over-using in my shitty little fan-fics. Yadda yadda, etcetera etcetera.

So, I think I may have (more than) a touch of OCD... which makes the editing process a god-damned nightmare for me. I want to express myself. I want to get my stories out there. And I love the fact that you guys are interested in my work. Even though everything I have to offer is objectively fucking dog-shit.

You still supported me. You still favorited my stories, as they came out. That's what makes this so difficult. That's why I don't want to make this journal.

But, after my overdose on meth so many years back, I started having issues mentally processing things. Ironically, it was only after my overdose that I wrote my series of Helluva Boss fan-fiction. Hence why Loona was smoking meth in the first scene, of the first entry.

So, there are two compounding factors. I'm mentally compromised, because of my obsessive nature/emotional need for my writing to be as close to perfect as humanly possible. And then there's the fact that I can't focus on much of anything unless I dope myself up to my eyeballs on Ativan.

Because when I OD'd, I ended up with brain damage. Which has resulted in ungodly panic attacks that make me feel like my brain is on fire and screaming at me... impossible to write in those conditions, as you can imagine.

But that's not all! Because then mom ended up in the hospital. And she hasn't been back home in months. If you're also a creative, then you should understand how difficult it is to write or draw when you're depressed. And, while I have always had issues battling depression, it was never quite this bad. Truly, I'm at my lowest point. I have never hated life as much as I do right now.

My mom is probably going to die soon. At the very least, if she does recover, she won't recover fully... and she may never return home. I may never be able to hold a conversation with her again. This pain will not leave me, and so I would like to apologize to everyone who's shared an interest in role playing with me.

Since I think I'll have to give that up, as well.

This may not be forever, but I refuse to repay your loyalty and kindness with my absence. You deserved to know the truth, and you also don't need to continue watching/supporting what is effectively a dead userpage. I am sorry for keeping this charade going for so long.

I genuinely thought I would recover enough to start pumping out content again. I didn't mean to mislead you.

So, the new TOS change was announced. Giving me a great excuse to delete my cringey "Charlie And Star's Hellacious Adventure" fan fiction. I will try to keep deletions to a minimum, but having read some of it... some of my jokes didn't come off the way I wanted.

It's not an overly profane story. Just poorly written. And, let's face it, the resolution at the end was terrible. Again, I apologize for this, but I feel it would be in my best interest if I removed that particular submission.

Also, I apologize for keeping you all waiting on future stories. Depression is a bitch, and I'm having a really hard time finding the motivation to do much of anything. I just hope my account doesn't get nuked. Of course, I don't think it will. But I'd rather be safe than sorry.

So, I just posted a picture. I've got Carrot on the brain, because I'm expecting her to show back up in the One Piece manga soon. I could always be wrong, but say? Did I ever share with you the reason why I started the "Shuffle Piece" series? I had a good reason for it. Aside from being a degenerate, I mean.

I actually started writing those fan-fics, because I was convinced Carrot would never join. So, if Oda wasn't going to give me what I wanted, I was going to remake the entire series. I had no delusions of 'improving' it, of course. I have a bit of an ego, but I swear I'm not that far gone.

Well, getting to the point, it's the year of the rabbit... I have to write more Shuffle Piece the year, and so I shall! I need to stop procrastinating on projects, and I really love all things rabbit girl. There's really no excuse for me not to finish another installment this year.

I would like to start this journal off, by wishing you all a Happy New Year. This year could've been more productive on my end, but it can be hard to find the drive to do much of anything these days. Even play videogames. I think I'll get back to farming runes in Elden Ring, later...

But I don't play PVP, so I haven't done White Face Varre's questline yet. So I'm stuck using the respawning boulder enemy in Lenne's Rise. Woefully inefficient, but I don't want to pay the additional fee for Xbox Live. At least you can reach Mogwyn's area, after visiting the Mountain Top Of The Giants.

So, at the very least, they didn't make the area exclusive to PVP fans.

But I digress. I will be putting out more stories this new year, so just bear with me. I can't give you an exact number, but I am confident I'll finish at least one story by this time, in twenty-twenty three.

Hopefully I'll write way more than that, but nothing is assured. Either way, I sincerely hope this last year wasn't too awful for you. Wasn't great for a lot of people, but I'm hopeful some of you had a good experience.

Initially I'd planned on releasing another story in time for Christmas, but progress has been slow-going. Also, I've been feeling horrible as of late. Both mentally and physically. I keep having horrible arm and chest pains, and I find I don't have the drive to do much of anything, most days.

Depression is a bitch, and even if I weren't suffering from it, these panic attacks still complicate matters. And the panic attacks feed into my depression, since I feel like sub-human filth whenever I have one of my episodes. It's doubtful anyone would hire me, given how bad the brain damage is.

And I really want that job. Some have suggested therapy. Works for others, but I've had plenty of time to think/talk to myself. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I'm more introspective than a lot of people. I know what I need to do.

But my brain is constantly screaming at me, and I feel like I could drop dead of a stroke/heart attack at any time.

And now, I'm going to vent. I don't want to be nasty about this, as I'm sure those who've suggested I see a therapist had the best of intentions. I'd just like to remind you, of what they say about roads leading to Hell. I don't think about this sort of thing often. And, for the most part, I'm over it now.

Still, I trusted these people. I trusted them, and I can't help but feel like they set me off on a series of never-ending 'radiant quests'. If you're not aware of what a 'radiant quest' is, then see 'Fallout 4'. If you've not played it, then in summary, radiant quests are simple and ultimately meaningless side-content.

Something to waste your time on, when you could be doing the more meaningful side quests/progressing with the main story.

'Fallout 4' being a bad example in that regard, since I never bothered beating it. Because the main story is trash, and I dislike most of the characters you interact with.

But anyway, I feel like they're not interested in talking with me. And this all kinda ties into my inferiority complex. If I'm not good enough to get a job, then why would I be good enough to have them for friends, right? I really need that confidence boost, and talking about my feelings here isn't going to accomplish anything.

I am still grateful you took the time to read this. And yes. I'm sorry, but that next story may not come out until next month. It all depends on how bad/sick I feel on any given day.

First of all, I wanted to wish all who follow this account a Happy Samhain. It's a very special time of year, and I'm somewhat into the witchy stuff associated with it. Now would be the best time to hold a seance and dust off the old ouija board. Just be mindful of possessions, and try not to summon any demons if you can help it.

Wouldn't want a horny owl man using your body like a marionette, right? Better to be safe, than sorry.

Aside from that, I had originally planned to finish the newest One Piece (Shuffle Piece) fan fiction by now, as it has some really nice nods to horror. Thriller Bark is my favorite arc for that reason. Unfortunately, I've not gotten around to it in time. Hence the MLP story I quickly typed up.

I've also got an original work in the wing, but I haven't updated it in months. May do a Christmas story during December to make up for it. If you have any suggestions for a quick Christmas story, then I'll take them here. Nothing is guaranteed, but I may just write it if I'm familiar enough with the source material/like the concept.

I am a very conflicted person at my core. I struggle and I suffer. I am a walking contradiction. I want to love and yet hate God at the same time. I want to believe in something, but I lack belief in everything. Not just God, but in everything.

In kindness, in virtue, in men, in valor, in chivalry, in relations. I can not even believe in my own existence or self. What is life? Is it all real? Does any of this even matter? What am I? Who am I? What is my purpose? Furthermore, what even is 'purpose'? I don't understand any of this. I simply can't fathom it.

I don't know what to do, what to say, how to feel, or how to think. I want to have my own stances, and to form my own opinions. But those stances and opinions are constantly questioned, and subjected to the process of progress. I don't have a hard life, necessarily. But my heart bleeds for all who do have it hard.

I have made some very definitive statements on policy, on goals, on virtue, and on vision. But I don't know if what I'm saying is sincere, or merely a larp. I overthink things way too much, I suppose.

Then again, I would rather be thoughtful, than thoughtless. So, it is a constant struggle. A consistent, continuous battle of self. Over mind, body, and soul.

And I wanted to make this journal to express that... though, I don't know if what I said here is accurate, either. This is just how I feel, right now.

So, I didn't say anything about this. Nor will I give out any names. However, I reluctantly ended a friendship with somebody I really like, because I could see them-in real time-fray at the seams over my obsession regarding a couple of issues. I don't want that former friend to now hate me, but I can't blame them if they do.

Of course, they aren't really former. I still like them. I still want to be their friend... but I have a toxic personality. So, I decided to give them a break, away from me. I'll get back in contact with them, just as soon as I stop being so crazy/obsessive.

And, if you're reading this journal? Please understand it isn't about you. I just grew sick of myself effectively bullying you. I felt like a bad person.

So, I want to wait until I'm better before we talk again.

I ask you to please bear with how slowly I'm doing everything. I've written myself into a corner with my recent Helluva Boss story. Not canonically, because my stories stopped being canon when Loona was revealed to be twenty three... well, they failed to be show accurate would be a better way to put it. That, and Octavia is asexual in the canon, so my ship is sunk.

My stories were never going to be canon. Still hoping for some friend-shipping between Loona and Octy, though.

Anyway, here's the issue: I'm nearing what I feel should be the end of this cute little side-story, but I don't know how to wrap it up. Not without making the ending feel rushed. I'm still working through that, and I know it's driving followers away. I didn't catch the name (Wouldn't matter even if I had, because I wouldn't name drop them. That's disgusting) but I went from 78 to 77 recently.

I can't blame them. It takes me a very long time to decide on how the story should go forward. With my One Piece series, Eiichiro Oda Sensei has already laid the ground work for all the arcs and characters I'm covering. I need but make some tweaks here and there to make it kinky and include Carrot.

And I don't want to continuously divide my attention between the two works. Either way, I'm not dead. And I don't plan on giving up on writing. I'm just stuck in a creative rut.

Is it servitude? It is complete adherence to any whim you may happen to have, at any given moment? Is it obedience? Is it loyalty? Is it kindness? Is it compassion? What does that word mean to you?

I don't want to throw shade at any one person, but I feel like a large proportion of my friends simply want me gone. Flushed down the memory hole. You know? I am loathe to show empathy to people who have hurt me horribly, but I am not unaware of how it feels to be 'canceled'.

So, CW? If you're reading this? Know that I'm sorry this happened to you. I truly am. I'm not being sarcastic, in spite of our falling out. I do still care, but I am broken. Maybe we could reconnect one day? I don't know. Either way, it does sadden me to see you lose such a dear friend. It's shitty, really.

Real friends don't just cut you off. Or, at the very least, they'd give you some sort of obtainable goal to meet. Some of mine won't give me the latter. It's all rather nebulous and stupid. By design, I'm sure. They want to keep me out.

At this point, I just want you to stay safe. I'm not joking, or poking fun. I seriously wish you the best.

Heavily editing this journal, to cut out all the bullshit. Anyway, not to be an alarmist here, but I'm concerned we are heading towards my generation's 'Great Depression'. So I want to advise my followers to stock up now. Before things get really dire. I'm not an economist, so you can feel free to ignore me if you so wish.

I suggest you don't, though. And, also, to make sure to prep on a lot of non-perishables/food that won't perish anytime soon. Food may become scarce, I fear. And I want you all you live on. I love you all, and I'm sorry if this comes off as paranoid doom-saying. I'm not trying to make people panic or worry needlessly.

I am just afraid for the future, and have been holding in my anxiety for awhile now.

I'm warning you now. Before you read a syllable further, understand that this is a pompous declaration of how I feel about 'art' as a general concept. And that this journal is a proclamation of my beliefs associated with it, thereby. Also, I've a few pointers for fledgling artists.

Personally, I feel that art should always 'touch' the soul of the reader, and or viewer. If you feel nothing, then you shall produce nothing. Art comes from the heart. I've believed this for a very long time. I've merely refined my approach.

I'm given to working in old English, for I find it to carry more weight. I do try to modernize the principle a bit, by adding in slang. But still, given what I do, I try to make it sound more 'modern'. So that it doesn't come off as cringey. This is as a writer, since I understand that I can't draw worth a shit (Maybe one day).

But, when your characters feel something, then so too should you. I'd advise you to not 'fake it, til you make it'. No. Be sincere, and be ferocious in your dealings. Keep it raw, and keep it close to your chest.

Research is key. If you're going to write about anything, then do your research. Regarding height, make-of-vehicle, and whatever else you may find relevant... and it also helps to scan your literature meticulously for overuse of certain words. We all have our style, but it's best to not get stuck in a rut of always drawing from the same lexicon.

For example, I used my last fan-fiction to scan for an overuse of the word 'thought'. I love inner dialogue, but I dislike it when I never change it up. Change is progress. Artists should constantly strive to change/improve their works. At least you should, if the current formula doesn't work.

I am still very small-time. I am a nobody in terms of writing talent, and I understand that. Still, my passion can not be denied. I love that thrill of raw emotion. I love that power of being. Which is why I was so very personal in my stories. I wanted to feel like I was there.

So, let us just set the record straight. Shall we? I am still a no body in terms of artistic talent. But, I'm doing my best to improve every, single day.

And so, when I do write an original work, I hope you will all appreciate it. I love you all. If the world is bleak, than I suggest we make it bright. By painting more rainbows in the sky with our passion.

Mercyful Fate - "Black Funeral".



Marty Robbins - "The Strawberry Roan".



Rammstein - "Mein Teil" (Warning! The video is explicit!)



Iron Maiden - "Prodigal Son".



Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow - "The Storm".



Ottorino Respighi - "Church Windows".



Thin Lizzy - "Cowboy Song".

This is an unusual one, but I feel like it may be allegorical. Like it may mean something else. So, please. Bear with me.

I dreamnt I was finally living on my own. As in, my mother was no longer here for me. And I was cooking. Cooking for our guests. Whether they be friends or family. I mastered the appetizers, and I perfected the entries.

But I couldn't cook a simple side-dish. How simple? Green beans. I couldn't cook green beans, and you don't need to be a chef to know those aren't hard.

So, basically, it was a food related nightmare. And now? I've got this song stuck in my head! Fucks sake!



I think the allegory is obvious.

So, I'm looking for some more little kid characters (Age four through eight, we'll say), and so? If you're interested, then you'll need to give me a description of your characters. And of their parents. And of what sort of magic they've a natural talent for.

This story, "Curious Children', is one of my best written affairs in a very long time. There's a lot of promise here, so I want to make sure each character has their own, defining personality traits.

Diapers won't be optional at first. Maybe I'll make an exception for some older characters. And, lastly, I'm hoping to keep this story as cute and innocent as possible. So keep that in-mind.

And, as always, I have final say over who gets in, or not. Nothing personal. I just want to make sure the characters I do choose fit in with what I'm going for, here.

EDIT: Also, it should be noted that this is a furry story.

In hindsight, that last journal was a massive over-reaction. I really shouldn't have posted it, but emotions were running high due to my insecurities, That, and we'd lost power after Hurricane Ida struck us. House is still intact, so that's nice.

Still, I stand by a lot of what I said. Pink losing himself to his anger and transforming in such a grandiose fashion was a metaphor for how even the nicest of people can become monsters when pushed too far.

His family brought him back from the brink of that blind rage. The message being that we really need to keep things in perspective when it comes to such contentious matters. Besides, I really do dislike most politicians, so I don't exactly have the moral high-ground when it comes to lecturing people about not demonizing a large swath of the population.

I'm sorry. It was annoying. It was irritating. It was irrational, and I regret it.

I still would like to know why the story went over so poorly, but I can hazard a guess. Not enough AB/DL content, perhaps? I'm taking the series in a more action-oriented direction. Mostly because of the glorious fight scenes in the sixth episode of "Helluva Boss".

I felt inspired by the amazing job Vivienne and her team had done with them. So, I couldn't help myself.

Either way, just remember. Regardless of whatever side of the political aisle we find ourselves on, we should always strive to be kind to one another. That's about all. Apologies again that you had to see/read that.

I used a lot less songs this time around, so it shouldn't be as overwhelming.

ID Software/Various Artists - "Sweet Little Dead Bunny".



Megadeth - "The Right To Go Insane".



Slayer - "Angel Of Death". (Warning! The Lyrics are explicit!)



Christian Death - "Romeo's Distress". (Warning! The Lyrics are explicit!)



Sex Gang Children - "Sebastiane".



So, yeah. I decided to not go completely insane this time, and settle on a theme of metal and goth music. Hopefully you'll dig it.

I used an insane number of songs for this one, so this will probably be the largest soundtrack I've ever cobbled together for any one of my stories. Almost every link used will lead you to the official video on Youtube, naturally. And, obviously, I do not own the music. Only my own writing.



(The beginning of the first chapter. I decided it was only proper to start the story off with the SVTFOE intro, so I did.)



(I needed a karaoke song about 'powerful princesses', and I figured this would work. Besides, I like the show.)



(The beginning of the second chapter and slumber party. Also! Bitches love cannons!)



(The beginning of the third chapter. 'Lilith' is also the name of the vampire queen in "Bordello Of Blood", and I'm a huge fan of "Tales From The Crypt".)



(This is exactly why Charlie warned Star against singing love songs while drunk. Aside from that, I love how camp this song is.)



(This song appears in the form of a thought Star has. This is my quintessential "Now you know what it feels like" song.)



(The beginning of the fourth chapter. It's got some Halloween themes, and I found out about Roky's passing while writing this story. This song was used partially in tribute to him.)



(The beginning of the fifth chapter. Given the name, I decided to go with the first song that came to mind when I thought of 'childhood'. And this underrated Bowie gem was it.)



(The beginning of the sixth chapter. Which is also Ludo's chapter. I wanted to give his character some time to shine. And there's this underlying philosophy at play that "I have nothing, so I don't have anything to lose when I die". A notion which Ludo very quickly throws in the bin when he's given a chance to make friends with others. If they didn't love him, then he really would be dead.)



(The hyperlinks start to get rather gratuitous at this point. But I wanted my Megadeth reference.)



(I start a scene off with Pink sparring with/knocking out a bunch of knights in a wrestling ring, to this song. I doubt I need to explain the reference any further than that.)



(The beginning of the seventh chapter. I chose this song, because I wanted another jam about badass women. I don't call myself a feminist, but I wanted to make it clear that Star isn't someone to be trifled with. This song was to set the theme.)



(The ending song. I end it with a bit of a novelty, just for laughs. The song doesn't tie into the story at all, really.)



(One final bonus track for the bonus scene. I didn't feel like dedicating a chapter to it, but I felt like writing the scene. Because it felt wrong not showing Toffee's defeat.)