Aboutme - Blog Posts
Welcome Lurkers
hi! my name is ares or anna.
she/they.
i've had tumblr for quite a while now, itching to post something and now I finally am. i tend to write fanfics (usually x readers or x ocs), shitposts, random and life updates. i tend to hyperfixate OFTEN and WILL make it everyone's problem.
i make janitor ai bots <3
expect a lot of supernatural, arcane, the 100, scream, and a little bit more of everything.
requests: open
status: actively writing
content: SFW
if you do request, keep in mind:
i don't write about incest, underaged stuff, non-con, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, or anything grossly illegal, no self-harm/suicide-focused stories (light hurt/comfort is okay, but no detailed depictions), religious or political themes.
i could write for more fandoms than i have listed in my masterlist yes but only if i have an understanding of it and have watched it AT LEAST half way through.
the number of requests doesn't matter as long as you keep in mind that i will write at the pace i can. id say the limit is 3 so its fair to me.
if you're unsure where your request fits, just ask in my inbox again!
Masterlist
masterlist <3
Lets be mutuals woahh
my dms are always open unless you are a creep
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|♡| About Me! |♡|
Hello everyone! ( ´ ▽ ` )/ Here is a little post to tell you guys more about me! Feel free to use this in conversation :)
♡ My name is Ariana, but I don’t really like my full name so any nickname will do ヽ(￣～￣ )ノ. The most common one is Ari. ♡ I use she/her pronouns and I’m a cishet female. ♡ I am Puerto Rican and have many generations of my family live on land in Aguadilla, Ponce, San Juan, and San Sebastián.
♡ My birthday is in February and I’m a Pisces.
♡ I apparently have a thing for high-energy, angry, snarky (and typically blonde?) men. I am also a sucker for muscles. I’m talking soft, squishy muscles with big pecs, strong backs, and sturdy biceps!!
♡ I like drawing although I wouldn’t consider myself to be masterful at it. My favorite medium is markers although I am trying to get into digital.
♡ My favaorite colors are pink (obviously) and mint !! ♡ I love a wide range of animals but something about orangutangs has my heart.
♡ My favorite Pokémon are Psyduck, Meowth, and Ivysaur, I just have a special attachment to them from the show <3.
♡ Have anything else you would like to know about me? My asks are always open!
Here are some of my favorite characters: - Nanashima Nozomu - Kiss Him Not Me - Bakugo Katsuki - My Hero Academia - Howl - Howl’s Moving Castle - Kiba Inuzuka - Naruto - Diluc Ragnvindr - Genshin Impact - Arataki Itto - Genshin Impact
- Bokuto Kotaro - Haikyuu!!
- Kyotani Kentaro - Haikyuu!!
- Terushima Yuji - Haikyuu!!
- Kiyoomi Sakusa - Haikyuu!!
- Zero Kiryu - Vampire Knight
... MANY MANY MORE I JUST AM TOO EMBARASSED TO TYPE THEM ALL OUT
|♡| Heyo! If your reading this omg I luv you thank you for taking the time to get to know me!. My thoughts are very all over the place and scattered to please excuse that! I decided to create this page to connect with people and improve my writing skills. If you have any questions or things you would like to know about me feel free to ask!! |♡|
🥀 𝑨𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝜧𝖊 🥀
Greetings reader want to learn about me?
nah (jk)
I am Fox (They/Them). I am a major fan of Twisted Wonderland and I chose to make a blog writing for the fandom (TWST Tumblr kinda dry tbh) I do like other fandoms however I am more passionate about TWST. If you want to discuss another fandom feel free to send a message in my inbox.
I will usually post between 12-9pm PST (If you are EST subtract 3 hours, CST Subtract 2 hours, MST Subtract 1 hour. For Hawaii add 2 hours, and for Alaska add 1 hour) For any others please search it up.
I do have online school and I am currently trying to get a Job so this is my scheduling. However if I do get a job I will update my posting hours. :)
Some Fandoms include
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
Wuthering Waves
Twisted Wonderland
Class of 09
DND (Dungeons & Dragons)
FNAF (and fanmade games)
Art
Arcane
Valorant
Minecraft (Don't know much about Minecraft YouTubers)
Markiplier
Kubzscouts
Jacksepticeye
Coryxkenshin
School Bus Graveyard
Stray Kids
Ateez
Horror Games/Movies
The Walking Dead (Telltale games)
Creepypasta (I know a small amount)
Musicals
Percy Jackson (The movies)
A handful of Anime's because I can't list them all
Fandoms I do plan on getting into
Homestuck
Percy Jackson (The series)
Just some fair warnings I do have a REALLY bad potty mouth however I will try to restrain myself.
I also have a hard time sometimes telling what's a joke and what is not a joke so please try to use /j or /satire with me. :)
My Tumblr is a safe place and I will maintain it as a safe place for many people.
As of recent events if I see any Zionism or if I see you are not Pro Palestine I will block you.
If you wish to be moots let me know I am open to having moots. :D
Same for my tag list just lmk
𝑭𝖔𝖝𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖕𝖓𝖌™
about me (2025 ver. !!)
hello ! ⭐ my name is Leon. he/him pronouns nd masculine prefixes plz. ⭐ im a 16 year old demiromantic-aceflux (aroace) gay intersex transmale/transmasculine from Seattle, WA. im moving to PDX (Portland, OR) in about 2-1.5 years. ⭐ im catholic-agnostic(?) and yes im 10000000000...% pro-LGBTQIA+, pro-choice, pro-immigration, etc. etc.
⭐ im social but also anxious and shy, my interests are art, writing, true crime, weather phenomenons, Kandi making, doll making, cosplaying, fursuits, photography, creepypasta, RWBY, ouran high school host club, cardcaptor sakura, black butler, voltron, hetalia, state/city tan project, trains (specifically commuters, light rails/metro rails. old trains r cool too!), cars/testing cars, and music ⭐ as you can tell, yes im apart of the furry community, since 2018 if this is not your type of tea, feel free 2 leave.
⭐my favorite band is FaLiLV!! (Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas) <3 (no not the movie) ⭐my favorite things r rainbows, emo stuff, jewelry, posters, energy drinks, boba tea, cats and orcas :3c ⭐one last thing im a future meteorologist and seismologist!! that's all I have! buh-bye !!
yo, i’m leon / topaz, im from seattle, washington. im an omni aceflux genderfluid transmale that have the pronouns he/him. what am i obsessed with now? creepypasta, vocaloid, german cars, hurricanes, seismology, meteorology in general, airport/city trams, orcas, US state and city personifications.
i’m hoping to be a future UCSD student, and storm spotter for the NWS!!
About me
I'm Abhimanyu or Abhi for short. I'm gender fluid and use all pronouns but mainly go by they/he/ze.
I enjoy writing fanfics so if you have any suggestions or ideas for fics I could write you can always ask. Or if you just wanna talk. My main obsession right now is Wicked (I ABSOLUTELY ADORE GELPHIE AND GELPHIE FICS SO MUCH OMG SO IF U EVER WANNA TALK ABOUT THAT MY PAGE IS ALWAYS OPEN), but I also enjoy Percy Jackson, Six of Crows, Hamilton, and the Avengers.
Weird post, nobody asked, but I think I just... Do Not pay attention to the appearances of others. I'm very keen on noticing clothing and habits but not, like, the stuff that doesn't change. My friends inform me that I am approaching 'Dave with a haircut?' levels of oblivious.
So, apparently, I have been wrong about the ethnicities of most of my friends. It doesn't matter, but it feels weird to not have had that data already, when I've been friends with them for half a damn decade, and I've met their parents. Just sort of inexcusable to not notice.
On top of this, something I have known is that I am a bad judge of at-a-glance gender presentation detection. I have asked people their gender for years, to the point I don't even think about it not being a typical question where I live.
And not only am I bad, I'm like, fuckin horrible. Part of why I acclimated to fast to the concept of gender identity when I was young was being genuinely unable to determine any feminine or masculine traits from any person with hair. Asking was so easy. So clear cut. Still is. Maybe this is some kinda Neuro-nontypicality, but I ain't no governmence scientician.
I think this might be a side effect of being my specific brand of aroace, but I have a hard time thinking of someone as handsome or beautiful, and kinda just feel nothing about the normally heavily scrutinized features most people attribute to attractiveness.
Maybe synergizing my Class Passive [Aroace disinterest] with my [Poor Memory] debuff has resulted in the Trait [Retroactive Face Blindness] being applied to me.
Update!
I ended up showing this to a few friends when the topic of 'kink negotiation' came up and because I think it's super important I used my results as an example of how it could be used to measure kink compatibility. And apparently a few of them took it, so I'll consider that a win for shamelessness, lol.
I took the BDSM quiz today after hearing about it on a JAnderson Stream Vod. I thought it'd be fun to plunk around and take it while slacking at work.
And here I am, looking at the results. They're accurate to what I answered but seeing it all laid out like that is. Uncomfy.
I thought I had reached a threshold of shamelessness that I would be able to send this to my friends but the results are ones I'm feeling weird about posting to my Kink Diary Tumblr that has No Connection to my Real Name.
I gotta work on my shamelessness. Shame is for the Catholics, man.
Idk. If you got questions, concerns, or criticisms about my kink preferences, send an ask or message and I'll answer it.
Something I struggle with is the question of if I'm 'strong' or 'weak'.
Not to steel-ball-run my words but I mean in the sense of a protagonist. Some protagonists have a mind of steel. They take hardship on the chin and take on the burden of responsibility, or honor, or martyrdom. The stories I love to read the most are characters with little to no talent. They grind at the wall of talent and background until nothing remains, through the power of concerted effort and their only true talent of the iron will.
But I don't have that. I never have. I don't even find it relatable. I have spent my entire life keenly aware of it. I coast on talent, I lean on familial benefits, I give up when the going gets tough, and I choose the path of least resistance and most stability.
When I grew up the faculty of my school always would put the word GRIT on the walls. This hard won effort and willingness to endure that they advertised as the height of true internal strength. At the time, I was far too mentally ill, and found it insulting. Don't they know that some people can't afford effort?
Then time passed. I stamped down some illnesses and corralled some others, I become a new man a dozen times. And every time I'd check. Just maybe I'm strong now. Please. Please make me someone who can withstand hardship. Because I lived in fear of falling into hard times and being unwilling to survive them.
Other people lived in spite of circumstance. They fought and whether they win or lose it let them grow as a person. I just built myself from spare parts. I did not grow organically, I just kept replacing pieces of myself until I looked like a real person.
So I wondered. Did I live well under an unfathomable weight, and now I simply do not feel it? Or have I always lived it on easy street, whining over something small? Or is it some combination, and if so, am I stronger than I was when I was younger? Or have I grown complacent?
It's meaningless. I know it is. There's no way to quantify it. I'll just have to live without knowing if what I'm fighting is strong enough to warrant my current standard of suffering.
Sometimes I have to question my brain's idea of who I should be. Like, these cotton gloves feel more like 'me' than my hands do. Girl, is this some kinda a self image issue? What do you want from me? Get better hands?
In short, I'm wearing gloves for now. When it starts getting warm again, I'll hope this isn't still an issue. ¯\_(= ͢ =)_/¯
The pure eroticism of an Ace Bandage is not fully taken advantage of, I feel. The implications are clear.
Barely covering scarred skin, vulnerable flesh, a package to be unwrapped but also a rough texture made to protect them. The elastic and cotton arguing over it's texture pulled just barely not taut by skilled and gentle hands. To apply it is sex. To allow it to be applied is sex, to peel it away is sex, to reveal yourself as healed or still damaged is sex.
The question of 'is it something you like or does it just replace something you don't?' haunts every single one of my preferences and opinions.
Okay, you know the whole 'that emoji fuckin' works' bit that makes the rounds from someone's standup show?
The BDSM quiz is a game changer, because if you answer honestly, it gives results that work, dude.
I took the BDSM quiz today after hearing about it on a JAnderson Stream Vod. I thought it'd be fun to plunk around and take it while slacking at work.
And here I am, looking at the results. They're accurate to what I answered but seeing it all laid out like that is. Uncomfy.
I thought I had reached a threshold of shamelessness that I would be able to send this to my friends but the results are ones I'm feeling weird about posting to my Kink Diary Tumblr that has No Connection to my Real Name.
I gotta work on my shamelessness. Shame is for the Catholics, man.
Idk. If you got questions, concerns, or criticisms about my kink preferences, send an ask or message and I'll answer it.
Vent sketch #1
On making someone cry
One day I strive to be shameless, but remorse is a little more complicated.
The big text says 'youre a bad friend'
I took the BDSM quiz today after hearing about it on a JAnderson Stream Vod. I thought it'd be fun to plunk around and take it while slacking at work.
And here I am, looking at the results. They're accurate to what I answered but seeing it all laid out like that is. Uncomfy.
I thought I had reached a threshold of shamelessness that I would be able to send this to my friends but the results are ones I'm feeling weird about posting to my Kink Diary Tumblr that has No Connection to my Real Name.
I gotta work on my shamelessness. Shame is for the Catholics, man.
Idk. If you got questions, concerns, or criticisms about my kink preferences, send an ask or message and I'll answer it.
This isn't a review or anything I just... I think I came to a weird realization.
So I frequent a lot of pornographic forums (mostly due to the human desire to talk about something you like) and I find they drop into two categories neatly:
1: aw yeah we're so fucked up and I love being a degenerate yeeea
Or 2: so I'm looking around and it seems like everyone here is missing, like, the exact same thing from their daily life that this gives me. Which uh, feels bad, but I guess this is group therapy now.
Like, check any gentle-dom, mommydom, even some pegging forums and you will just find a wealth of "oh." As people realize the bone deep desire to be told they are loved, wanted, and are doing a good job is uh, not primarily at least, a sex thing.
Posts with titled like "I don't care about gender, sex, identity, I just want to be loved" over a shockingly well rendered animation of a dude getting his back blown out by an older woman hit different when you know they're 1000% serious.
Like. I am guilty. I'm on those forums.
But I find myself at times of weakness, where I wonder if I'm Ace or Aro at all, having to draw a knife's edge border between psychological need and genuine desire.
And I do not know where that line is because I am not sure I've ever been on the other side of it.
Like, do I want romance or is the love of a trusted person a shockingly effective shortcut to self-actualizing and pride? Do I want to engage in a sexual act with someone or is it just a fastpass ticket to being told I am wanted and worthy of being desired?
Is it BDSM or do I just want to be reassured that what I'm doing is good, correct, and effective? That I can engage in an act I am unconfident in and be forgiven my inability due to my lack of choice and being provided constant instruction.
Am I not AroAce or just Insecure?
Ahh idk. It feels good to scream to the void. I'll figure it out, or I won't. Ain't like it's the weight of the world.
Something I've noticed in recent years is my habit of rationing out the things I enjoy. I take each bite carefully of the meals I really love, just make sure I don't miss them. I rotate the games I play and the books I read so I don't end up too deep in one when it runs out. Hell, there are some fanfics that I've had sitting in the wings for a rainy day.
I'm not sure where it comes from exactly, but there's a real sense that there's simply not enough of the things I truly like for me to consume. Webnovels, even with thousands of chapters, run out, either because it's ongoing and I've caught up or because that's all that there will ever be. It's part of the reason I read them. They last long enough to fulfill my ability to hyperfixate.
But the better the thing the stronger the fixation, and I still find myself hungry for some games, webnovels, or fanfics, even years later, and a part of me wishes I'd taken more time to savor the meal. I'm the media equivalent of a broke 22 year old dude kicking himself for buying a pizza when he was 16, I know, but you can't experience anything for the first time twice.
No matter how much you enjoyed it the first time.
one of these days I'm going to have to find a reliable source of media to satisfy my chest pain inducing love of necromancers, or I'm going to turn to dark magics to make a bunch of zombie ants and go to war with the local ant mounds.
Funny thing about text.
I have been extremely sick this past week (like, all the water in my body has decided to leave in the least fun ways it knows how.) And this has made me tired, like, really tied, bordering on delirious. My job barely noticed but the way I text to my friends has immediately set off alarms apparently???
Normally I write very formal, just extremely dryly, all punctuation, proper Grammer, all that shit. But when I am really tired or cannot allocate any extra energy to typing I type like I talk and boy does it show. Weirder still, I start using word adjacent phonetics, like texting someone "yeyeyea Igoddit" is not my normal MO.
I do genuinely wonder if other people have this sort of discrepancy when they're really sick or something.
Y'know, I don't think I appreciate my folks enough. I have never had an S/O and, unless some of that fluidity hits me in the next few years, prolly will not ever. And it occured to me about a week ago, that not once have I been asked?
Like, there was teasing, obviously, but other than a few confused bites at the apple I had when I was real small, I never brought home news of the warfront and they didn't ask.
To be fair, should they have been more involved, probably, but in terms of identity, it's weird to tell someone 'thanks for never giving a shit enough to hound me about something outside of my control.'
When I told my father how I was grateful, he said "...do you want me to ask?" Because parents totally listen like normal people, but hey, he's trying.
I feel like if I were getting hounded to get out there and find someone, I'd have gotten into a lot of bad relationships and would be much the worse for wear. Sometimes treating someone as normal is support, y'know?
So this is a maybe uncomfy one, since it's about my own pseudosexual preferences.
A lot of my knowledge of my wants and likes comes from experimentation. This is usually how people learn stuff, but I've always felt strange about learning tricks to do with my own body that I'll never teach anyone to do to me, but I suppose it can't hurt to be informed. The part that confuses me is information that seems like it would imply something deeper but it just doesn't. Some examples of this (try at home!)
1 - Leg positioning. Going full spread eagle frog legged while laying down is peak positioning, and feels the most intense.
Therefore, one would extrapolate a similar affinity to catching, due to similarity in position and overall dominance structure. This is... Incorrect. I may have made an expensive purchase or two before realizing it just wasn't me.
2 - Blindfolded, gagged. I like not seeing things and knowing that I cannot for the time being. It feels more private than being alone and makes me bolder. I also find myself enjoying biting down on a wad of cloth, it makes me more vocal.
Extrapolation would state 'BDSM enjoyer, enjoys a loss of control and a sense of not knowing what's next'. Also wrong, I think I just spent so much of my sexual life in a dark room, being quiet, that cloth that blocks my vision and muffles my voice just makes me feel at home. Besides, the light pressure on the eyes lets my Neurodivergency just give up on visuals, which lets me relax.
3 - underwear and t shirts. I have genuine preference for a body clothed rather than not. Feeling at a torso through a shirt or gloved hands, or (a personal favorite) oral sex done through a pair of boxer-briefs.
Extrapolation would state that I'm an exhibitionist and like doing it in secret in public places, but the truth is I just have a texture issue with skin. Wet skin is... Just awful. Cotton just feels more appealing to the touch. It's just a sensory issue. The underwear thing is pure kink tho, cuz the mild ambiguity of a tent or bulge is great, and I've got a filthy weakness for a big sticky mess, gift-wrapped. Same with leaking.
So yeah, uncomfy I know, but it really is odd how harshly a line is drawn between two ideas about how best to be treated. Til the next episode of 'dude describes what makes his nonexistent desire for sex flare up'
This music is making me nonsentient.
I will listen to it for hours.
I've spent a lot of my life depressed for reasons unrelated to my identity. Life has a unique talent for beating the unprepared harder, and while my lot was not the hardest, I was certainly ill fit to bear its weight. When I eventually dragged myself, cold and wet, from its grasp I found myself wishing to be numb again and wishing I knew what it was like to truly care about something.
In that vein, I've always had a fascination with love and romantic affection. A combination of being denied tenderness for the half of my life I could still remember and a genuine desire to study what I didn't understand left me with an insatiable desire to consume tender, romantic media.
The idea of the thing appealed to me like the willpower of a warrior training, or the righteous anger of a hero who has lost their home. Something that gave you just a taste of what they were feeling just by watching them feel it, but whose scale you probably could not emulate. Those emotions are for characters in stories, as fictional as the magics or demons they face.
Did you know that there are special nerves in your skin that are designed for social touch? They have a direct line to the serotonin response and take 3 real world seconds to get there. This is the nerve that causes/cures touch starvation, the reason why characters can feel the lips of a lovers kiss for seconds afterward as their lips tingle electrically, the reason why a character can be wrapped in a hug in shock for a few seconds before they break down crying in grief.
All of these I thought were artistic fiction. Like someone with aphantasia learning that others really do visualize things, or me realizing other people store memories in video. It also brought up a question I posed to my therapist: "why, if I've been without social contact for most of my life, am I not touch starved?'
She answered in two options:
1 - everyone is different, and some people have more or less of certain needs.
2 - how do you know you're not?
To add to this, because I realized I hadn't said It, this sort of 'non-aversion' applies to depictions of love or romance in a work. I have never, and expect I will never, develop a crush on someone beyond the (I think uniquely asexual? Lemme know.) Concept of 'friend-lust' where you end up thinking 'i like them so much platonically, if it meant getting closer, I'd do a relationship for their benefit.' (a usually wrong or unhelpful thought.)
I'm actually a sucker for vicarious romance and the more tender flavors of love in a literary work. I've never felt these things myself, but isn't it the purview of great authors to make you feel emotions you've never felt?
It's that very thing that made me genuinely unsure whether I should put Aro in my blog name, but I do believe that to be true for me right now. Maybe other Aro's experience this, but I sometimes find myself wishing I could feel it, even though I don't. I wanted to add context to this, but it's getting long and is its own post, so find that if you want.
We putting the diary in aroacekinkdiary today, gamers.
The name of this blog might be confusing to some, I realize.
For context, I am asexual and aromantic. For those that care, I'm mixed to sensuality, but platonic touch is nice.
I'm genuinely unsure why, but while the idea of having sex, watching sex, or otherwise engaging with sex personally makes me something between nauseous-due-to-anxiety and digusted, I have no such hangups about writing or art containing it. I find it to be a very interesting way for characters to express themselves conceptually, and even find a not insignificant amount of -uh- personal gratification from it. Not sure if that counts as sex repulsed, I'm no expert, but at the very least I know I have libido.
Part of this blog is me trying to figure out how that, and a few other pieces, fit into the puzzle of who I am. If you're Asexual or know a lot about it and think you have good input, I invite it.
Plus, I love this stuff a lot as an art form, and I think I'm tired of wishing I could talk about my thoughts on it. So, I'm gonna post it instead, follow for more DnD content and Art I reblog and porn game/webnovel reviews I make if you want, I guess??
The name of this blog might be confusing to some, I realize.
For context, I am asexual and aromantic. For those that care, I'm mixed to sensuality, but platonic touch is nice.
I'm genuinely unsure why, but while the idea of having sex, watching sex, or otherwise engaging with sex personally makes me something between nauseous-due-to-anxiety and digusted, I have no such hangups about writing or art containing it. I find it to be a very interesting way for characters to express themselves conceptually, and even find a not insignificant amount of -uh- personal gratification from it. Not sure if that counts as sex repulsed, I'm no expert, but at the very least I know I have libido.
Part of this blog is me trying to figure out how that, and a few other pieces, fit into the puzzle of who I am. If you're Asexual or know a lot about it and think you have good input, I invite it.
Plus, I love this stuff a lot as an art form, and I think I'm tired of wishing I could talk about my thoughts on it. So, I'm gonna post it instead, follow for more DnD content and Art I reblog and porn game/webnovel reviews I make if you want, I guess??
One of the worst feelings in the world has to be the feeling like you've run out of what you love.
Like, genuinely, I think that one of the reasons I read webnovel so often is due to it's usually interminable lengths. As a genre, I'm not sure many things run much longer.
Like, don't get me wrong, I love the art form, but at a certain point all of the art that hits your sweet spot of like, 3 things you love, runs out. And then you move on to 2 things. 1 and a half. 1 thing. And you start expanding definitions but the love you had for the medium feels strained. You're not really getting what you wanted, and the new stuff isn't scratching your itches and isn't as well written.
It's depressing, and it happens anytime you find an art form. I remembered thinking 'i'll never run out of porn to my preference, it's the internet!' and that might've been true at the time, but over the years I've discovered more about myself and found interests I never knew I'd had. And I could never go back to not knowing it.
It's like eating food from a fairy court. People always talk about how it imposes a magical brand on your soul that assigns you to be owned by the court but I've never thought of it like that. I always figured it was just otherworldly cuisine, so mind-breakingly delicious that, assuming you don't fall apart right then and there, all food from the human world turns to ash in your mouth. nothing is sweet or savory or good any more, you're ruined and can never be who you were before.
So now that I've tasted the best that life has to offer, what point lies in eating another bite beyond base sustenance? A lot of the pornography and webnovel I consume nowadays feels like eating packing peanuts, lacking the punch and sweetness of earlier meals, only filling space. Novels that are just mindless fighting and static characters. Pornography that fulfills the basic requirements and nothing more. It's hard to live on knowing that the best of your hobbies is behind you.
Therein lies a crossroads many come to.
Become an artist and be the change you want to see in the world for people with your interests,
Or find something else to do while you wait for someone else to pick up that mantle.
and as someone without writing or illustrating skill or desire, that's a nauseating choice. You'll never be able to write a story you can read for the first time, and I think that's heartbreaking.
...
...Or I guess commission someone to make it but do I look like a STEM furry? ...don't answer that.
Not exactly the best at using this site, but hey, here's a small introduction, which'll be a decent start to the portion of this blog which is just a diary.
I'm going by Jason on this blog, this name, like most info I'll share, is edited to protect my anonymity. As long as it isn't my identity, I'll try to keep as honest and consistent as possible, so please let me know if I contradict myself.
I'm, as far as I've been able to determine, Ace/Aro, I work in a dead end Corpo job, I read webnovels and play pornographic games, and tend to heavily prefer content focused around people with Phalluses or who are left ambiguous enough that I may imagine they do.
Due to the nature of my interests, I find myself having to tactfully ignore the, at times, tasteless terminology used by the game's creators and user base. As you may imagine, not all pornographers are terribly respectful of their target demo. I'll say here, once and only once, that I do not bide by the schools of thought of such individuals.
So yeah, that's the intro post. There will be more of these, I'm sure. And to the three people I had to follow for tumblr to let me customize my blog, sorry for looking like a bot, lol.