Fare thee well, to the fields. Fare the well, to heavens.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
I bear many names. Collective; individual. However for the purposes of this, to you, I am Witch. Adult; non-human. Any pronouns are acceptable however I prefer it/its. Polyam a-spec with more than a few things going on that you will either guess or live without the knowledge of.
I am not much fond of what Yanblr has become, to be entirely transparent. Yet, to a home a return, and with the pieces, I will find a place again.
This is a haven for me to vent my obsessive tendencies. Reblogs and originals. These are, but not necessarily limited to: platonic, romantic, queer platonic, and familial outlets, as well as a select few fictional ones to maintain my well-being. On that note, don't expect me to be very active.
Cannibalism as a love language, varying levels of violence, and mentions of gore and abstract nudity are both likely, and expected.
I am admittedly also looking for some who stayed. Some who might still be here, though the lot of them are prone to switching masks.
That being said: if I connect the pieces, if I learn that you are stalking, and pray not, who you are stalking, I will be finding amusement in it if the mask holds. A poorly crafted mask pisses me off.
Below the line is my abomination of a tagging system. Good luck (;
