Poetry, Fanfic, Chaos.

Robby, 23 y/o FTM. I write queer poetry, fanfiction, and the occasional trans meme. Welcome to the show.

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Fate gives the most sensitive tummies to the horniest bottoms. 💀

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The year is 2069.

Frame 1: Christopher Nolan’s The Iliad.

There were no trailers. No advanced screenings.

The audience holds its breath.

Patroclus and Achilles appear on screen. War like. Godlike. Manly. Covered in olive oil. And butt ass naked wrestling. Then NOT wrestling.

The unsuspecting crowd looks on in horror.

This continues for 2 hours and 53 minutes.

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Oh guys! I should mention, I’ve got a new fic out! Little sickfic featuring gen-fic Johnny action with Kiaz (like half Kiaz haha). Come on down to my page!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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I’m back y’all! With more Kiaz collages. It’s been too long.

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I don’t see a difference honestly.

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Love is the answer? Maybe in a different life. Maybe in a kinder world.

R. M. A.

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Kiaz in a nutshell…

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Kiaz keeps me going…a collage I made instead of having a panic attack over finals.

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Kiaz collage! <3

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How did your heart break? He asked me.

100 different ways…

A thousand different times.

R.M.A.

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omg i should come back to tumblr i have been so off the grid. what did i miss

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What did you miss? It’s Tumblr. 😭💀

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New Kiaz fic out now! It’s called Rain On My Parade. Fluff, with a dash of angst. But mostly, lots of tooth rotting sweetness.

Slight warning for sexual humor.

Check it out here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64381336

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I made a collage to go along with it.

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The Tree of Life

By Robert Michael Auden

Listen to me, oh earth beneath my feet. And Heaven above my lowly head. Listen to me, oh my brothers, and I will tell you the truth. I will tell a strange tale. The woman I was, died beneath the forest floor, And is buried beneath an oak tree. Her name is carved in stone and wood, But she he-self has vanished. In her place, is a new person. A new name. The shoulders are broader. The hair darker, shorter, rougher. The voice louder and stronger. He has her love in his eyes, but none of her fear. Hear me oh world, for I shall tell you a riddle: A girl walks into the woods, and a man emerges. There were two, but there was only ever one. She died but he lived. Yet he did not kill her. So tell me, Oh Universe: Who Am I?

[armchairphilosopherpoet]

New Kiaz fic out now! It’s called Rain On My Parade. Fluff, with a dash of angst. But mostly, lots of tooth rotting sweetness.

Slight warning for sexual humor.

Check it out here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64381336

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how’s your queer history going? :D

Sorry I’m just now responding. Daylight Savings Time knocked me out haha. I’m continuing my quest again today. :)

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The Soulmate

He is a thousand times beautiful, yet I have never seen him. I love him from the depths of my soul, yet I have never known him. I miss him like a part of my bones, yet I have never met him. From my lonely heart, I call out to him: and am met with an echo. He will answer me, when he is ready.