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Last Updated: Oct 2025
This blog is 21+ for sex, violence, and transgressive themes! Graphic content will be tagged, CW'd, and read-mored, but casual mentions will remain uncensored. Sex, drugs, and alcohol will likely be mentioned frequently.
I may have large bouts of inactivity due to various factors. This blog is, first and foremost, for fun and I have no intention on treating it like a second job.
➤ RULES
Do not write how my character feels or acts. If you wish to weave my character into your response, please discuss with me out of character first.
This is an IC blog, so please try to keep interactions IC. Out of character discussion can be directed at @ingenious-moron.
My inbox and posts can be used as jumping off points for roleplay without prior discussion, however I would like discussion before being given a starter on your own blog. Additionally, I prefer heavy pre-planning for any serious or plot-based roleplay. Feel free to DM me with plot ideas!
Not every ask I receive will have an art response! I am a slow artist with limited energy and I will use text to buffer the load.
Explicit roleplay is reserved for people I've interacted with a few times already.
I primarily use script, semi-lit, and art for my responses. I don't expect format matching and am unlikely to format match unless asked to. Similarly, I will not hold myself to length matching responses, but I will try to engage with all responses to the fullest.
➤ INTERRACTIONS & SHIPPING
This is a multiship blog, though shipping is not the primary focus. I am very receptive to shipping if there's character chemistry, but I will not canonicize any monoships.
Kaisoro himself is a serial dater and a bit of a manwhore, so flings and short-lived relationships can be considered within his canon. It's also not uncommon for him to flirt with your muse without meaning anything by it.
Kaisoro is also very likely to be rude to muses, so please do not take offense.
I am open to and encourage muses engaging with Kaisoro in unhinged ways, especially considering the nature of his ability (described in his muse page).
WHERE - Engine Room
WHEN - Day 128
WHO - Zeta Santiago, Kaisoro
@loverofsmokeandmirrors
It was just before noon. Z was unexpectedly engrossed in a game of Bingo happening on a leisurely side of the upper deck when the ship lurched, and the little machine generating numbers promptly puttered out.
Oh what the fuck, he just needed one more! Many other participants were rightfully concerned abour the disturbance, exchanging glances towards one-another in their seats. He was different. With a grand prize of a free meal at Umi-Mono on the line, he instead stood up. “C’mon don’t stop drawing yet! I’m about to wi-”
He’s in the engine room.
The objection dies in his throat. He doesn't remember blinking, yet he's in the engine room. The sound of the space was unmistakable. A sudden perturbed feeling washed over him. He scratched the back of his neck to dispel it and glanced around. How the hell...?
He was sober, wasn't he? Quickly engaging himself in a freqenty practiced reality check. Senses worked correctly. His watch was the correct time, a red tipped bingo marker humorously, still in his hand. By the newfound dot on his palm it still worked, too. He couldn’t have dreamt the prospect of free sushi dinner slipping through his fingers in that case. Sigh.
Even still, how’d he even get here? He need not dwell on his familiarity with this part of the ship, his intimate knowledge of how much screaming could be muted by the room's loud, overwhelming, industrial droning — it just wasn’t the right time of day for that.
Plus, it wasn’t like he had anyone to…
That line of thought took care of itself. He wasn’t alone. Across the room he could make out another man, not exactly casual, but much too... unlike an employee to be one. Interesting.
"Hey," He called, projecting just enough for his voice to be heard over the machinery. “Just got here, I take it?”
PREV
He sensed it too. Whether by the actual sound of footsteps or the vague sense of another's presence, awareness of a third party wormed its way into his consciousness.
The figure, seemingly an employee, just walks on by without regard for either of them. It's completely reasonable to suggest that the stranger might not notice them-- Hell, who would?-- but there's something about their body language that bothers him. They completely void of intention as they sink deeper into the darkness, leaving Kaisoro chilled as though he encountered a specter.
Just where is this person going and why? And more importantly, what are they? The questions begin flooding his mind, enough to almost entirely block out the other man's presence from consciousness. He's only barely brought back to awareness by the sound of his voice.
"No... Can't say they are," His response is distracted. He takes a hesitant step forward, compelled to follow against his better
WHERE - Engine Room
WHEN - Day 128
WHO - Zeta Santiago, Kaisoro
@loverofsmokeandmirrors
It was just before noon. Z was unexpectedly engrossed in a game of Bingo happening on a leisurely side of the upper deck when the ship lurched, and the little machine generating numbers promptly puttered out.
Oh what the fuck, he just needed one more! Many other participants were rightfully concerned abour the disturbance, exchanging glances towards one-another in their seats. He was different. With a grand prize of a free meal at Umi-Mono on the line, he instead stood up. “C’mon don’t stop drawing yet! I’m about to wi-”
He’s in the engine room.
The objection dies in his throat. He doesn't remember blinking, yet he's in the engine room. The sound of the space was unmistakable. A sudden perturbed feeling washed over him. He scratched the back of his neck to dispel it and glanced around. How the hell...?
He was sober, wasn't he? Quickly engaging himself in a freqenty practiced reality check. Senses worked correctly. His watch was the correct time, a red tipped bingo marker humorously, still in his hand. By the newfound dot on his palm it still worked, too. He couldn’t have dreamt the prospect of free sushi dinner slipping through his fingers in that case. Sigh.
Even still, how’d he even get here? He need not dwell on his familiarity with this part of the ship, his intimate knowledge of how much screaming could be muted by the room's loud, overwhelming, industrial droning — it just wasn’t the right time of day for that.
Plus, it wasn’t like he had anyone to…
That line of thought took care of itself. He wasn’t alone. Across the room he could make out another man, not exactly casual, but much too... unlike an employee to be one. Interesting.
"Hey," He called, projecting just enough for his voice to be heard over the machinery. “Just got here, I take it?”
"Well, I wasnt thinking about boat maintenance 30 seconds ago, if that helps." He shrugs, an amused exhale leaving his nose.
His eyes were always slow to acclimate to abrupt changes in lighting. He takes his glasses off to wipe the lenses and rub a dull throb out of the bridge of his nose, for a brief moment his bloodshot sclera more clearly on display. He puts them back on and makes his way over to the stranger.
Taller than him, but much thinner. "Where are you coming from?" Z asked. He figured it'd at least be good to know how much if the ship this mishap affected. More subtly, what kind of person he was stuck with.
Kaisoro's gaze lingers on the other man as adjusts to the new lighting. Why are his eyes so bloodshot? Is it drugs? Odd genetics? A sign of something else entirely? Alone, they don't give him much information, but he's sure they're worth noting.
"The lounge," He answers casually, loosely folding his arms. A quick glance down at the marker in his new companion's hand gives him a pretty good guess. "Upper deck, I take it?" He remembers there being a bingo game scheduled up there for around this time. This, of course, implies that where they were before has no bearing on where they got transported in whatever event just happened. Why did they, among all possible guests, end up here? It could just be random, but he doesn't like to write things off as coincidence or random chance so easily.
WHERE - Engine Room
WHEN - Day 128
WHO - Zeta Santiago, Kaisoro
@loverofsmokeandmirrors
It was just before noon. Z was unexpectedly engrossed in a game of Bingo happening on a leisurely side of the upper deck when the ship lurched, and the little machine generating numbers promptly puttered out.
Oh what the fuck, he just needed one more! Many other participants were rightfully concerned abour the disturbance, exchanging glances towards one-another in their seats. He was different. With a grand prize of a free meal at Umi-Mono on the line, he instead stood up. “C’mon don’t stop drawing yet! I’m about to wi-”
He’s in the engine room.
The objection dies in his throat. He doesn't remember blinking, yet he's in the engine room. The sound of the space was unmistakable. A sudden perturbed feeling washed over him. He scratched the back of his neck to dispel it and glanced around. How the hell...?
He was sober, wasn't he? Quickly engaging himself in a freqenty practiced reality check. Senses worked correctly. His watch was the correct time, a red tipped bingo marker humorously, still in his hand. By the newfound dot on his palm it still worked, too. He couldn’t have dreamt the prospect of free sushi dinner slipping through his fingers in that case. Sigh.
Even still, how’d he even get here? He need not dwell on his familiarity with this part of the ship, his intimate knowledge of how much screaming could be muted by the room's loud, overwhelming, industrial droning — it just wasn’t the right time of day for that.
Plus, it wasn’t like he had anyone to…
That line of thought took care of itself. He wasn’t alone. Across the room he could make out another man, not exactly casual, but much too... unlike an employee to be one. Interesting.
"Hey," He called, projecting just enough for his voice to be heard over the machinery. “Just got here, I take it?”
To most, mid-day was a little early for a drink in a dimly lit lounge. Some may even argue it was a little early for a chat with a lovely woman exchanged in playful murmur, but Kaisoro has a particular way of coping with his current predicament.
Several weeks into his unplanned vacation he's still no closer to figuring out how he got here and why. There are several other supernatural passengers on board, he's figured that much, but from what he could gather, many of them seem just as lost as he is. Of course, that begs the question of if the crew is involved but they've been oddly… inscrutable to him.
But that's not what's on his mind right now. Mood lighting. Good drink. Friendly conversation soon to lead elsewhere. That's what he's after. He casually leans an elbow on the bar counter, only to stumble forward instead. He blinks.
The smooth jazz and pleasant smoke have instead been traded for the churning of machinery and an acrid smell of oil. Is this… the engine room? How the fuck did he get here? He pushes his fringe back, allowing a silent sigh to slowly escape through his nose. Is he going to have to start worrying about randomly transporting around the ship? Just when he was about to get some, too…
"Hey," The voice interrupts his train of thought. "Just got here, I take it?"
Kaisoro immediately turns to the source of the voice, pinpointing it with ease even among the industrial interference. An imposingly built man with choppy hair and striking red sclera greets him from the other side of the room. He's noticed him a couple times in the casino or the buffet (he seemed to spend a lot of time there), but here… he got the impression that he was being profiled just as much as he was profiling the other man. "Yeah. Same for you?"
The pair was slightly odd to him at first glance- a man and small girl of dubious connection, seemingly led by the girl- but what really draws Kaisoro’s attention is the brilliant light refraction that he catches from the corner of his eye. What would give off that sort of light? He's never seen anything quite like it and, of course, his internal question recieves no answer. Annoying.
Instead, he steps closer to the man and speaks in a low tone. "You may want to invest in a hat." Lest a sleeper catch wind of you remains implied.
Finney's eyes widen. It's not the first time someone has pointed out the natural light he gives off, but on Rahd, it's easy enough to explain. Quiristers aren't exactly rare sights, and there's no need to hide who — or what — he is. This Earth stuff is hard. Harder than he expected.
Lacking the present means to obtain a chapeau, Finney shuts his eyes, holds his breath, and tries really hard not to be so dazzling and iridescent. Concentrate on getting dimmer... be like a rock... be like... a tree??
A laugh breaks his attempt to suppress his own magic, and then he's aware that Senna is talking to him.
"Finney, what're you doing?" she giggles. "You look ridiculous."
He lets out a sigh. "Am I still... I don't know, radiant?"
"Just as much as ever."
He looks displeased. Turning back to Kaisoro, he says, "Umm... do you know where we could buy some hats, then?"
The sight of this man holding his breath in an apparent attempt to quell his magic would typically make the end of Kaisoro’s tail curl in amusement. In liue of that, the corner of his mouth twitches into a slight smile.
"I'm sure they have some in the gift shop," He suggests, allowing levity to infect his tone. This could be a good opportunity to learn more about what the hell this guy is. Again, he's never seen anything with iridescent hair before, and this reaction implies that he's never had to hide his supernatural nature before. That says a lot.
"I think it's halfway across the ship, so, in the meantime..." Taking off his hat to offer it, "You can use mine." This is, of course, a strategic move. Letting this guy borrow his hat ensures a continued reason to interact.
heyyyyy, who let you out of the 1950s? or area 51 for that matter. or did they finally set you up with an internet connection in there~? also you should check under the couch.
The reclusive PI Kogoro Akechi Kousuke Kindaichi Kyuusuke Kamizu, specialist in missing persons cases and trails long cold. To clients, he is charming, if a bit closed off. To professional cohorts, he's a stubborn pain in the ass who doesn't take orders, or "no" for an answer.
What's truly underneath is a secret he holds close to his chest.
In actuality, "Kyuusuke" is a near-immortal alien named Kaisoro. He's been around the block for over a millennia and on Earth for centuries. To the few who actually know him, he's a petty addict who can't sit through two seconds of boredom without causing problems, whether it be for himself or others.
While his specialty is cold cases, he's most drawn to cases that are supernatural in nature. He's not a hunter himself, but he has close ties to them.
He has a glamor, in the form of an enchanted pocket watch, that allows him to appear completely human. In this form, he has dark skin, heterochromatic eyes and appears to be somewhere in his 30s. He is racially ambiguous with an androgynous beauty that can be brought out. He stands at 6'5"
In his true form, he gains large waxy wings, a prehensile tail, and pointed ears atop his head. He has dark blue skin, bearing glowing green markings that match his bright eyes.
His glamor effectively turns him human, and thus cannot be seen through, though those sensitive to magic may notice that he is covered in it. Likewise, his wings and tail do not exist in his human form, even if you touch where they normally would be.
His species, ahtraxii are aliens hailing from (transliterated) the Planet of the Stars. As bio-engineered living weapons, ahtraxii aren’t seen as proper living things as far as galactic politics are concerned, allowing them to be sold for labor, for pleasure, and for meat. All ahtraxii have a special ability that reflects their self in some way. Culturally, this is viewed as the manifestation of their soul. Blue skinned ahtraxii like Kaisoro are particularly rare and almost never seen off their home planet.
As an ahtraxii, he has several abilities:
Attractive Perfume: His unique power. Kaisoro’s scent becomes whatever the other finds most attractive or pleasant and has the effect of hijacking their attraction. This can manifest in any number of ways, depending on how closely he fits the effected’s type and how they experience attraction (ie: fixating on how hot he’d be as a woman, getting shy around him, getting unreasonably pissed at his existence, fantasizing about how good he’d taste, thinking about how pretty his corpse would be. Feel free to get weird with it!!). This ability has no effect on anyone lacking sexual attraction and lessened effect on those he is not attracted to himself (he is, unfortunately, a bisexual manwhore).
Vocal Mimicry: His bird-like vocal chords allow for perfect mimicry of sounds and voices, similar to a lyrebird.
Perfect Memory: His memory is about as reliable as a written log, though he must still actively recall what he’s seen and learned, especially if it’s an older memory. He is not immune to emotions or personal interpretations of events clouding his memory.
Wound Whispering: If he so chooses he can focus his energy into the wounds someone has sustained and tell the body how to knit itself back together while fueling the process with his own energy. It is extremely draining and requires intimate knowledge of the anatomy he is healing, however, heavily limiting its use.
He's also made a deal with the Lady of Darkness, granting him some of her power in exchange for being owned by her. His deal with her grants him:
Magic Mirror: He has a pocket mirror through which he can contact the Lady of Darkness for advice, favors, or transport to her manor.
Forbidden Knowledge: The gift he asked for. Any question he has about the nature of existence will be answered in his mind, however he cannot share the deep knowledge he's gained this way.
The Lady's Protection: He's much sturdier than an ahtraxii normally would be, essentially having mild plot armor. This does not fully protect him from harm or death, but he is harder to kill.
This blog exists within the world of Stardust, a shared OC-verse with @throughthehazeiwalk, and as such he has inherent ties to other characters within Stardust.
This blog will do AUs as well, all of which will be tagged accordingly. I'd love to have him build relationships with others in or out of Stardust, just let me know what verse you want to engage with!
Hello, I'm Lilo / ingenious-moron (she/her). I am a tumblr oldhead making a return after a very long time, so there may be modern conventions I'm not aware of. Please feel free to make me aware of any missteps I may make!
➤ DISCLAIMERS
As stated in the rules, this is a 21+ blog. I will block minors and fandom puritans, I have no interest in engaging with them. This blog will engage with heavy themes and not all will be tagged! I am not my muse, his opinions do not reflect my own.
➤ AVAILABILITY
I work full-time and am in school, so expect sporadic response times. If we're actively threading, feel free to poke me in DMs after 3 days, but even that will not guarantee an immediate reply. I am in CST.
➤ CONTACT
Feel free to DM me at @ingenious-moron! I will usually respond pretty promptly there. I am also on discord, simply DM me for my username if we've interacted a few times!
[CSH] Aside from your patron, do you miss anyone from your homeworld?
"Is there anyone I miss...?" He can't help but chuckle quietly at the question.
He's not so blind to his emotions to not have an answer. No, it springs easily in his mind. He's thought many times over that this wouldn't be so bad if Sans was with him. Even if he couldn't teleport or have some insight into why they were here and what might happen, his stupid fucking jokes would make everything more bearable. God, has he really gotten to the point of missing his god awful puns..?
"I don't see how that's important." He answers, simply.
Oh, sweet thing. Very lost and vulnerable right now, aren't you? Be careful who you talk to on that ship, wouldn't want anyone paying too much attention to you, now would we?
Taunting from spirits is nothing new to Kaisoro. For as many as there are helpful, mournful, or simply lost spirits, there's more nasty ones that relish in trying to make him feel miserable. Of course he tries not to let it get under his skin, that's what they want, but something about this voice whispering gleefully in his mind deeply unnerves him. Is this a threat? Or a warning disguised as one?
To onlookers in the observation lounge, Kaisoro is stone faced as he stares out into the open sea, hands deep in the pockets of his trench coat. You'd have to be much too close for comfort to hear his low mutter. "What exactly are you implying?"
Kaisoro finds himself on a cruise ship under mysterious circumstances.
A quiet groan escapes Kaisoro’s lips as he rolls over in bed. He hadn't slept in almost five days, so he was due for his 30-hour rest but something in the back of his mind- no, in his body itself- tells him that something is off. The bed gives way to his weight far too much and he swears there's a gentle rock to it.
This isn't his bed. The thought starts him awake.
Sure enough, rather than his own dark, sparsely decorated bedroom, the room he's in is bright and overly clean, reminiscent of a hotel room, with a distinctly nautical theme. He's fully dressed, an occurrence that only happens when he falls asleep at his desk. And once again his surroundings rock gently under him, confirming his growing suspicion- he's on a boat. Why is he on a boat? He doesn't remember signing up for any cruise nor stowing away. Hell, he doesn't remember falling asleep, either. This might not be so disturbing had he been blackout drunk the day before but he knows for a fact he was in Stardust! He remembers being at his desk, looking through his files before now. So how…?
Maybe its some kind of prank? Checking his immediate surroundings, he can't find kind of note or any evidence that would suggest as much, aside from the closet being filled with his own clothes. He checks his phone. No new messages and, more concerning, no signal. Anyone he knew with the capacity to pull something like this wouldn't do so without giving him some kind of sign that they did. Looking out the room's large window confirms that he is indeed out on open ocean, so trying to leave at port is a bust. He considers leaving the cabin and exploring this ship he's found himself on, but a deep sense of dread roots him to the bed. Any curiosity that would typically drive him is drowned out by the thought that he shouldn't be here. He doesn't belong here.
That's the thought that compels him to take his compact mirror. He can endure whatever price he'll have to pay. "Molly can you put me on with-" Except, Molly's eyeless stare is not what greets him in the glass. No, the only face looking back at him is his own. "Molly?" He repeats, his voice only betraying mild concern, despite the tension growing in the pit of his stomach. His throat constricts. Maybe… Maybe, if he evokes Her directly? "…Impesa?"
Still nothing.
He's in a strange location with no memory and no sign of how he got there. No phone, no Impesa, and a growing sense that something is wrong. The only reasonable explanation he can think of at this point is… the Author. Perhaps they want to play with him more directly? Though that doesn't explain why they haven't shown up to give the rules of whatever game they've cooked up. "…Author? I know you're there, you can come out." He calls into the empty room. His tail lashes against the overly soft bed as he awaits their response. A response that never comes.
[CSH] If someone is being followed around by malicious spirits, would Kaisoro intervene? (Since he has a ring that senses them)
"I'm no hunter, but I do keep tools on hand for such cases. I'd rather prevent as many unnecessary deaths as I can."
That is to say, he couldn't live with himself if he just let someone get hurt when he could do something. He has enough death weighing on him as it is.
[CSH] Whatever fragrance you're wearing smells amazing! Where did you get it?
"My fragrance?" Kaisoro repeats, before a charming smile spreads on his lips. It's not the first time he's been asked this question and he'd hazard to guess it won't be the last.
"It's an experimental scent, created by a friend. Supposedly, it's designed to smell a little different to every person," He responds with a slight chuckle, as if he doesn't quite believe this supposed friend himself, then leans in closer to the stranger. His deep voice gains a slight huskiness. "You tell me if he succeeded. How does it smell to you..?"
Appearance: When disguised as a human, he appears as a tall (6'5"), dark skinned man in his early-mid 30s, with no discernable origin. He has black fluffy hair styled in a shag and a slight frame hidden under layers of clothing. Even in his human disguise, he has heterochromatic eyes that seem to almost glow in low lighting. His default expression makes him look mildly annoyed with existence at all times (maybe he is…).
In his true form, his skin is a deep imperial blue and covered in intricate green markings with a slight glow to them. He has large, grey, waxy, elliptical wings that would be capable of short bursts of flight in lower gravity (and if they weren't so atrophied from disuse). He also has a fully prehensile tail ending in a small poof of similar texture to his hair and pointed ears atop his head.
Either way he has an androgynous beauty that means he can look like a beautiful man or a handsome woman given the right dressing. He dresses like the poster child of a noir detective, even sporting a monochromatic pallette.
Origin: Isekai'd from an alternate Earth
Lore: Ahtraxii are aliens hailing from (transliterated) the Planet of the Stars. As bio-engineered living weapons, ahtraxii aren't seen as proper living things as far as galactic politics are concerned, allowing them to be sold for labor, for pleasure, and for meat. All ahtraxii have a special ability that reflects their self in some way. Culturally, this is viewed as the manifestation of their soul.
Kaisoro comes from a version of Earth where the magical is not only real, but lives among humans every day in secret. He usually resides in Stardust, a safe haven for the supernatural hidden away in a pocket dimension, but somehow he's been pulled onto this cruise. Worse still, being outside his own universe seems to have severed access to all abilities provided to him by his patron…
Abilities:
Attractive Perfume: Kaisoro's ahtraxii ability. Kaisoro’s scent becomes whatever the other finds most attractive or pleasant and has the effect of hijacking their attraction. This can manifest in any number of ways, depending on how closely he fits the effected's type and how they experience attraction (ie: fixating on how hot he'd be as a woman, getting shy around him, getting unreasonably pissed at his existence, fantasizing about how good he'd taste, thinking about how pretty his corpse would be. Feel free to get weird with it!!). This ability has no effect on anyone lacking sexual attraction and lessened effect on those he is not attracted to himself (he is, unfortunately, a bisexual manwhore).
Vocal Mimicry: His bird-like vocal chords allow for perfect mimicry of sounds and voices, similar to a lyrebird.
Perfect Memory: His memory is about as reliable as a written log, though he must still actively recall what he’s seen and learned, especially if it’s an older memory. He is not immune to emotions or personal interpretations of events clouding his memory.
Wound Whispering: If he so chooses he can focus his energy into the wounds someone has sustained and tell the body how to knit itself back together while fueling the process with his own energy. It is extremely draining and requires intimate knowledge of the anatomy he is healing, however, heavily limiting its use.
Deduction: He's naturally observant and quick-witted with a millenia of experience behind him, making him very good at his profession as a PI.
Spirit Sensing: Not so much an ability as a tool. He has a silver ring that allows him to communicate with nearby spirits.
Glamour: He can appear human thanks to an enchanted pocket watch he carries at all times.
Inaccessible Abilities: These are the abilities he'd normally have thanks to his patron, Impesa, but being in a separate universe from her means he can't use them.
Magic Mirror: He has a pocket mirror though which he could contact Impesa for advice, favors, or a get out of jail free card.
Forbidden Knowledge: The gift supplied to him by Impesa. He'd normally be able to gain foundational knowledge about the universe so long as he asks the right question. Now he's on the cruise, not only can he not aquire new forbidden knowledge but he also can't seem to recall the deep lore of his own universe.
Impesa's Protection: Impesa provides all of her "angels" with a level of plot armor. He is painfully vulnerable here.
Points of tension:
He's genuinely kind of an asshole in the "guy who thinks he's the smartest person in the room" type way. He's dry, snarky, and dismissive of the people around him, especially if he's feeling irritated.
He's especially on edge due to being pulled here randomly and the lack of access to his gifts.
His ability affects other's perception, which can itself cause problems, but may also be noticed by those senstive to such tampering.
He's nosy and closed off, meaning he will try to gather as much information as he can while giving as little as possible.
Mun info
Hi I'm Lilo/Ingenious-Moron! I haven't been on tumblr in a looong ass time but I crave OC shenanigans so I'm back I guess lol.
She/her, 25+, CST. I am both a full time student and work full time so responses may be slow, though I will try to get one out every couple days or so. I use script and semi-lit most frequently but am also capable of lit and may even draw out some replies.
I'm generally open to dark or explicit content, though I have no interest in exploring graphic scat, vore, or emeto, and a particular squick against insects (especially roaches).
I'm super open to shipping if things go that way, though Kaisoro may be resistant himself, being The emotionally unavailable bisexual man ever.
<sub>Side note, you may see me switch between calling him Kaisoro and Omi OOC. His name is complicated, please refer to him as either Kyuusuke or Kaisoro IC</sub>
