I'm an amateur (fanfiction) writer, and an amateur pixel artist. And an amateur stage performer. And a professional idiot. Loves brainrot and can be edgy.
This is my personal blog.
I don't really consider myself a member of any fandom, but I like lots of stuff. This is included but not limited to HxH, The Lord of the Rings, Gilbert & Sullivan, Vermintide, Mongolian throat singing, a bunch of stuff. I also love art, my favorite artists are Alphonse Mucha, Ivan Aivazovsky, and Gustave Moreau. John Singer Sargent, too.
History is super cool, too. My niche interest is Chinese history, and particularly from the Qing dynasty into the modern day. I am not a tankie though, tankies fuck off.
I use this blog as, well, a blog. I record my thoughts and feelings on a great many things here, as an outlet. It's either this, or I blow up my friends' DMs with shit they don't care about lmao.
I generally try to keep this blog politics free. Not that I'm apolitical (couldn't be further from the truth), I'm just not on here for that sort of thing.
However, I'll occasionally vent about that sort of thing, so if you want to block or ignore it I will tag them: #mal politics
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Current story, WIP: Witch Hammer (HxH, KilluGon, contains NSFW further in)
Fictionalized early renaissance-type setting with primitive gunpowder and a magic system.
The Zoldycks are a family of agnostic inquisitors and witch hunters in a world where witches and demons are very real. Killua has a job of transporting Gon, who is possessed by a demon of unknown quality, to his death. However, Killua finds Gon's free spirit and ineffable energy to be hard to hate, and experiences a crisis of consciousness over what to do with his charge. What will they do, and will they both make it out of this alive? Also, why is Killua so damned pretty in the moonlight?
The setting is a mish-mash of Eastern and Western Europe, the Caucasus, Central Asia, and China.
Forgot how much I loved this line. I should change the word anyways to already though for clarity. But I'm not going to because I'm lazy and my hands don't work. But man that's funny
The use of the word metamorphose here is everything to me lmao. Just constantly talking about how stupid something is and breaking out a 17 syllable word to describe what will definitely not happen to it lmao, good job me. Banger
Little known fact for all of my foreign friends, after saying grace at the dinner table we all have to say God bless super bowl. We each take turns going around the table saying it, and once the last person says it we are allowed to eat. This gentleman's conversion was very thorough
