Smaller Secrets Book 1 - Book - A young man struggles with giving up everything he once was and held dear to live a life of immortality. - Currently Need: Editor - January 2019
Ambition of the False - Novel - The world was tarnished in 2087, now it’s time to pick up the pieces. - Currently Need: Editor - June 2018
Not Your Forte - Visual Novel/Dating Sim - A visual novel about marching band, and making your way up in the student hierarchy. I’m super ambitious about this one and want to make it as open to the player as possible. - Currently Need: Artist, Co-Writer, Editor, Sound Effect Consultant, Sound/Underscoring Designer/Director, Coder, Co-Director - February 2022
Psyche - Short film - A man with psychosis struggles with his psychic powers. A generally lighthearted film shedding light on psychosis and what it actually is. - Currently Need: Editor, Co-Director, Sound Designer, Cinematographer, Actors. - July 2017
it was a nice day out, as it typically is during the long, everlasting days of spring. nice, temperate, didn’t make you want to tear out your feathers as you die from being cooked by the a summer sun, or strangle yourself with a scarf when the wind is blowing too hard and no matter how many layers you put on, the whipping wind somehow finds its way inside. yes, its a very nice day, warm and windy and all around relaxing. you let out a small sigh, and stretch out your arms (wings??) above your head, contently listening to the bones pop into place.
you lazily look around the field you had decided to inhabit for a small rest, sharp eyes scanning your surroundings. there’s a lot of grass in this field. grass and daisies. you like daisies, just because they are beautiful and perfect, just like yourself. you let out a content sigh and throw yourself onto the ground lazily, landing on your back and smiling up to the sky. you wonder what it would be like to be one of your smaller bird family, the birds that can actually fly. you bet it would be amazing, it must feel so much better than flying cooped up inside your jet. not that you dont like your jet. no, your jet is amazing, you just wonder what it would be like. to fly. not in a jet.
youre not quite used to being this alone, in the quiet and open field. your used to having voices yelling at you through headsets, being around people who flock and surround and make you feel happy. being alone is good, though. you like being alone as well, no matter how eerie the silence settling around you may be. you like being alone, no matter how alone being alone feels.
you let out another sigh, this one much less content, and just clear your mind and go back to your cloud watching. you think you see a cloud shaped like peppy, and another one shaped like a bad dragon dildo, and another one shaped like fox’s dick. cloud watching sure is fun, especially when you see clouds shaped like the genitalia of your friends. genitalia that you accidentally saw and that story is not your fault, you even apologized and everything, youre pretty sure fox forgave you, but it still ruffles your feathers every time you think of seeing the fox dick just out there. like wow. one second you were holding papers, bustling around your ship and the next you have an eyeful of fox dick. but noW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT STORY.
you clear your mind once again and go back to the simple act of cloud watching.
that is, until you hear a loud clear of the throat behind you. awkward and polite all wrapped on one and you turn your head and see your fuzzy fox friend standing there right behind you, and you wonder if your thoughts about his dick summoned him for a brief second, before remembering that fox actually exists and he can’t be summoned from a mere thought.
“hi,” you say stupidly, looking up to fox who was still standing above you, as if he were a cloud drifting close to the sun. “you gonna come down here or is this your way of forcing me to stand up?”
fox shakes his head with a sigh and sits himself down next to your lying form. knees tucked to his chest, all skin and bones and fur, the kid is. you wonder if he remembered to eat breakfast this morning, you hope he did.
“came here to check up on you,” he says almost wistfully, “youve been gone for three hours,” and now hes being saucy.
“youre being saucy,” you say.
“just saying youve been out here for a hella long time, man. should probably come back to base, were bound to leave soon.”
you nod your head at his words and move to stand up, only for him to push you back down
and fox dick hard snout beak make outs
you wonder why this skinny uke is kissin you on the beak b ut then youre like whatever and go with it
