Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is
the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me
I got my hair cut and feel so much better!!! No longer do I have long hair that feels unnatural!!
One more step to feeling more like myself :3
Ahhhhhhhhh I miss flying ;^; its such a nice day and it'd be so wonderful if I could use my wings right now 😩
I remembered a brief memory of my home in hell(?) yesterday. It was so sunny out, and I was biking to go vote. I craved the void and my dark cave so strongly even tho I knew I should be enjoying such a lovely day.
And I saw a flash of my home. Dark stone walls that opened up to a huge window (no glass, just air) to the void outside. Pure black... peaceful. A long luxurious couch and a drink in my hand as I lean back. I could see clearly even though I dont remember any light sources in the memory. (Also ahhhh it felt so right to have my wings and my tail and night vision i miss it)
I was a sloth demon (the sloth ring). We were also called void demons.
Tho no idea what I used to do to have such luxury. And i dont remember anything else. It was just a brief remembrance of a moment. Any other divinekin remember a little bit of their homes? (Or other alterbeings! Feel free to pitch in!!)
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
tranquil creature
I am nonhuman. My spirit has lived long in this universe, and it was once divine. A star shining brightly in the sky, it could change form and walk the Earth as birds, a wolf, and a deer. Each form my spirit took, it intertwined itself with that being. For some reason, I have fallen. My human vessel carries a spirit, a soul, with stories from long ago. Every day, I rediscover a part of that story. A piece of this human life is combined with all my lives before this one to create me. I am all these wonderful creatures, and they are all me. My spirit may not be what it once was, but it will forever carry the echoes of the past. I am nonhuman, beautiful and strange.
We are other
Oh, to have the chance to lick the blood of someone you love from a wound they opened up for you
some of the rawest lines Ren wrote
umm fucking sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff ??? ? (x)
Welcome, travelers. You may call me Moss. Make yourself at home! ●●● 23 | Part of a system | Demonkin | He/they | Ace lesbian enby & possibly aro | Disabled (fibromyalgia) | Header art by : mocaccinomutt
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