Hello At Last Fellow Kyokao Enjoyers.

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

hello biggayhimbo enjoyers!

new fic just went up! it’s a velrisa-centric one-shot for a transmasc vel au. it’s mainly inspired by a short-hair fanart of vel that @ttrpgenjoyer drew a little while back, so go check them out!

wizard college is going to kill me I swear to god. I just saw someone without a component satchel reach into their pocket and pull out a handful of LOOSE tapioca to use as a substitute for blood in their fell ritual. and it worked. I've never been so fucking mad.

@parallasso this is how vel and br’aad look in that one fic where i make them trans frfr

some fated doodles w/ diff hairstsyles :-)

Ebony Dark’ness, you will always be famous to me

everybody talks shit on renge from ohshc but how many fourteen-year-old girls do you know who would not do the exact same thing. she’s deranged. she’s the realest. she was given the option to make her maladaptive daydream a reality and she was rich and wild enough to do it. fuck human rights she’s evil and i love her.

pick! your! fic!

i’m such a slut for a big header on a post. idc. that is me starting my letter to send to you in the mail. i am saying hello.

to the point:

a poll on my next work (s?)

VOTE NOW ON YOUR PHONES!!!!

in fairness all of these are like. halfway done already but the projected sizes are wildly varying. please feel free to ask for more context! if i don’t get many votes i’ll probably just dick around with a bunch of different pieces till @parallasso gets up my ass about one of them lmao

i’m gonna put it on ao3. it’s my baby boy and i love it and i create for a niche audience (myself and parallasso)

who wanna read a play i wrote its real sad and horrible and i wrote it in six hours and it’s perfect and divine

this is also why they’re so gayjts like a les miserables thing

The Bizly trope is GRIEF and a deeply internalised self-hatred.

There is either s gaping wound in their chest where a loved one was violently torn from their heart. OR a belief that they are something undeserving of love because destruction is all that they leave in their wake.

Volatile, lonely people in a world of glass that cuts deep.

have not seen kevin lately but i forgot to text his case worker back abt smthn else and it’s rlly awkward to just be like “heeeeey sorry i dropped the ball on getting back to you is this guy alive and not incarcerated still?” so like i guess i’ll just see him next week.

im gonna start a charity that will pair every “i hate small talk, tell me something deep” man with a homeless or elderly person who doesn’t often get a chance to talk with people. them mfs do not mess around. today a man told me that i had received 11 thousand blessings in the span of my lifetime without knowing my fucking name. and do you wanna know what? kevin was right. i have.