The Boyz

the boyz

This is going to sound silly but, back when you wrote "Charon" a few years ago I was in a really bad place. For whatever reason you fic kept me going. Just waiting for the next chapter, edge of my seat story and all. You helped me.

Thank you.

Thank you anon!!! This really means so much to me!
 
I wrote Charon as a catharsis of sorts for some life stuff I’d been dealing with, which makes it a story that’s very dear to me, even 3-ish years later. It genuinely means a lot to me that it could help you through something. Like, genuinely

Any time I see your name pop up because you liked one of my posts I am like

!!!! Shock! Honour! Senpai has noticed me!

I love your art and writing so much, you are a huge inspiration (≈ㅇᆽㅇ≈)♡

Thank you!!!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I love your art too and get excited when it shows up on my dash!

i just finished reading the first chapter of asmodeus and this is extremely interesting so far. ive always loved your works from your fics to your art, and this fic is no exception! thank you for all the care you put into your projects it is always a delight to see what youre cocking up next

NO PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE ANON THIS IS SUCH AN A+ SLIP UP AND I LOVE IT

And thanks for dropping by and making my day that much brighter!!🙏

I’m so glad you’re enjoying Asmodeus! I’ve been trying to work out a viable incubus storyline for months, and then it just slapped me in the face at 4am one night (Thanks insomnia!!). I’ve been interested in incubi/succubi since I learned they were associated with sleep paralysis—a thing I used to get like every night. And now I need you to please take this opportunity to imagine Nines calmly perched on top of a sleeping Gavin’s chest as he reformats spreadsheets on his Windows tablet because that’s my brain rn

Thank you again for your kind words! 💖💖💖

Gil, my desolation avatar from the magnus archives ttrpg my buddy’s running

Hailing from the deep swamps of Louisiana, Gil built a reality TV cooking empire out of screwing people over, and continues to use his shows as an unnecessarily elaborate scheme to feed his god. Turns out show business is fertile hunting grounds for evil candles, especially if you don’t want to get your hands dirty

“Sitri,” the man asked in a calm, clear tone, “would you care to explain this shirtless man rolling on my floor?”

Blue eyes, the shade of permafrost, stared at Gavin, piercing straight into his soul.

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