@Kasmaru
Ok, I just feel like nobody's using this website much anymore.
@Kasmaru agreed. I'm forever sticking with my opinion that Taking away DM's helped kill it alot since not as many people rp on it not to mention they have to work more now that covid is over. I'm starting to miss lockdown a tiny bit
Should I make a Multifandom Age Regression fanfic?
Thinking about deleting some of my old stories soon.
Also, I'm writing a Yugwa Cookie fanfic later :)
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Also happy birthday Kasmaru aka me yeee
Silent Salt Cookie X Elder Faerie Cookie Is pretty neat. I love old man yaoi.
Hi Kasmaru
Random hi
hey sigma... heh... im back after my traditional year long disappearance!!
a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ]
broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands.
systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken.
blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters.
the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ]
a round table,
a conference of triangles,
fortitude or servitude?
a decision to be sought.
pages of emotions
and binders of spiral thoughts,
moon's decorum splintered
in the group aubade.
hollowed warrior first,
stepped and stood upon,
soundless glare
with edges bruised.
happiness arid,
interrogation drying,
forts and castles
over murdered merits.
and then a joy—
foreign and known—
repenting its birth.
mind of the crumbs,
heart of the loaves.
no trek can trample
the path of a trickster.
a lone chill, a surrounded cry,
traces of impulses
in the fireplace of life.
a wardrobe of escape,
mumbling telephones.
rotten tales and
tatters of the pretenders.
guests excused,
world locked-up,
and again—
the uncaring rouse
protects to betray.
the sky of memory
chokes
the birds of today,
like fluttering sage.
oh souls of flesh,
how similar are thoust—
from one to another—
you migrate in your palm.
#adropofhumanity