Recent Statuses

5 days ago
Current Shit, I miss pumpkin-month
12 days ago
we exist to shit post, we die because god can only take so much.
16 days ago
Shit, better start planning for christmas. DIY this season like bob the builder with mania.
17 days ago
shit, night in the wood shat on me emotionally more intensely than a psychological horror filled with crude poop jokes.
25 days ago
sex is the root of all evil, inform all bankers to immediate cease leisurely procreation. We have cracked the code of the source of all darkness and in its in your lower regions.


Role Play Preferences: Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

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Most Recent Posts


To be fair.

This is quality, joking shit posting.


Let it ride.

We have a name already for ignoring a partner gender in...*cough*..shall we say...potentially heart racing RPs.

It's called A Game of Pretend.


I'm in. I'm more in than a overly aggressive bore drill that broke somewhere under the crust of the earths core.

No one is going to raise up the budget to get me out at this poiint, just bury me.
Just mtoherfucking, put my parcel paragraphs into the postal service, kindred. It might be a little bit of a limper, I'm trying to improve my literacy language and my mastery over shit like semi-colon and colons is still a bit fickle.
"you know, I never liked that place but what can you do..."
"bullshit, you're always speaking bullshit. You should be in the manure business"

"This was know...trip, with us"

"look, it isn't you...but I can't be around you...or them, anymore."

"I just wanted to see new things"

"hey, nice to meet you. What's your story?"


A choir of context cut sentences called froth from a paradoxical distance, getting closer and further away sporadically with little consistency. They each spilled out from the wounds of a crippled memory along with a burning sore emitting from the back of his head. Everything was cold; his mind was empty and chilled by ghosts parading as memories; his nerves felt like ice; as if they had refused to send signal out of protest - but most importantly: he was cold.

A wave folded over his back like a blanket, breaking apart against his still screaming skull, prompting him to slowly look up. Blood had painted his entire shirt and the smell of some sort of festering meat mixed with ripe spongey absorbtion of water invaded his nostrils. He would puke but he seemed to have already done so all over the shredded rock that once used to be a body below him.


He looked around a little after his pitiful cry. A bus peeked out, half sunken into the laked, it's body destroyed by a damp decay that already had started to take place while the window view gave a peek aat a bloody decoration of red splatters. The water was comtaminated by various parts that would require an expert on anatomy to identify "Please, help" he shouted out again as he shakily lifted himself up to look straight ahead at the forest before him. It was night and the only thing giving light was the small fire that had erupted from the back of the bus, contained due to its sunken state.


He thought he saw something, a strange distortion of shapes and seizures slithering in the darkness like dancing snakes before it disappeared deeper into the shadowy care of the clustered trees.

He stood up and begun to walk forward.

I'll place down some, motherfucking, mythical mathmatics either tonight or tomorrow. It's a bit on the twilight of sentient sight and my sleep has been more up and down than a arthitic camera man shot.


give me a 3 on my weird science, sister.@Mae
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