Part-Time Poet, The Rest-of-the-Time Madman

Greetings, Call me Ches(or Krowe) ⫘⫘⫘⫘ He/Him Aro + Achillean Chaotic Neutral INTJ-ILE Enjoyer of Corvids, Sharks, & Ghost Pokémon ♌︎

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ᠻ꠸ꪀꫀ ᦔꪖꪗ ᠻꪮ᥅ ꪖ ᦓᥴ᥅ꪮꪶꪶ, ꫝꪑ?

Welcome to my humble abode, fleshlings!

Where are we, you ask?

Why, this here would be somewhere between Becoming-A-Cryptid Town and Neurodivergentville. It’s always Halloween, foggy, and the perfect residence! There’s no other place I’d rather call home!

Pardon? Who am I?

You may refer to me as Ches! Or Krowe, or Kleptor, or Xae, or Vincent Roadkill, or… Gah, just take your pick from the ding-dang list!

I am this realm’s wonder. Escapism extraordinaire and The Phantasmic Conductor of Smoke and Spectra!

When I’m not out and about being a disturbance in the force, I take the form of a wordsmith. A weaver of tales. A tormentor of original characters. An untamable, reality-bending, eldritch god! Ahem- A writer, as the mortals would put it. Read my novel in progress!

First, the formalities:

⚰︎ He/Him

♛ Ace/Demisexual and Achillean

⏾ Chaotic Neutral

⚰︎ Young adult with the mind of an overdramatic, grudge-holding phantom

♛ Prone to griping about being chained to the mortal plane

⏾ A sophisticated gentleman who puts his feet up on the table

⚰︎ INTJ(with moderate to severe ENTP and or ENTJ traits)

♛ Enneagram Type 5(wings 6/4)

⏾ Leo, Slytherin, and Spawn of Hades for those it may concern

⚰︎ A complex, multifaceted creature harboring innumerable personas to encompass his vast being

♛ Professional Luigi Kisser

Now, what is it that you skin-stuffs do while on a leisurely scroll? Talk? Mingle? Converse?

Here, a few of my favorite things to get the Ches-Chatter™ a-chatting:

⚰︎ Kingdom Hearts

♛ Ghost-Type Pokémon(I adore them all plenty, but my favorites are Banette, Gengar, Sableye, Chandelure, Drifblim, and Mimikyu)

⏾ Team Rainbow Rocket(specifically anything relating to Team Galactic, my beloved)

⚰︎ Luigi’s Mansion(spookiest salutations, King Boo kinnie here!)

♛ Alice in Wonderland(naturally, the Cheshire Cat is my autism creature)

⏾ Corvids(caw caw! Crow brain!)

⚰︎ Plague doctors

♛ Ghosts and the undead, supernatural

⏾ Sharks(specifically anything relating to mako sharks, my beloved)

⚰︎ Isopods(I adore just about all creepy crawlers! No roaches though, bleh!)

♛ Black cats(stripy ones are wonderful too!)

⏾ The colors purple, fuschia, gray, and black

⚰︎ The numbers seven and thirteen

♛ Hackmanite and sheen obsidian

⏾ Wisteria and lavender

⚰︎ Moon imagery

♛ Fountain pens and quills

⏾ My writing

⚰︎ Dark Academia, Gothic Victorian, and other fancy fashions

♛ Shiny trinkets(kehehe, Kleptomaniacrow strikes again~)

⏾ Anything that reminds one of yours truly! I’ll judge whether or not the comparison is flattering once I witness it

⚰︎ Memento mori

My, teatime already? It seems our lovely scroll must come to an end. You know how the Hatter can get with latecomers.

Take these offerings to keep me near.

My Kin List

Waltz of The Crumbling Cheshire

My Pinterest

Ah, and one more thing… if you’re ever lost, go diagonal and exactly twenty-five burpees to the left of your right. Once you’ve reached the spork in the road, pull a banana from your pocket and sing a song. The lyrics will be your guide.

Stay out of trouble, dear Alices!

Or don’t. Makes it all the more entertaining for me, keh~

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Future Careers:

-Unreliable narrator

-Eldritch abomination

-Gold digger

-Cult leader

-Front desk receptionist

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Oh to burnout like a star.

Blown to bits.

My final moments spent in cataclysmic splendor.

My remnants scattered about the vast, ebony expanse.

A ravenous vortex left in my place.

... Wait.

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Most intimate is having fought with another for so long one has memorized their dearest foe's every calculated move, every disdainful look, every biting retort to the point of faultless prediction.

Like how a lover memorizes flesh and scent. Touch and taste.

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"My love language is gift-giving!" I exclaim, fingers expertly forging a friendship bracelet, while plotting to use the ensnaring device to brand their form with my irreversible mark.

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Like two black holes, they found each other.

And then they collided (in more ways than one).

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HAPPY PRIDE, FLESHLINGS! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

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The ego is a backstabbing liar.

Still, I yearn for his blade.

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Writing is the closest I have ever gotten to godhood.

The author and his pen from which the divine ink of creation flows.

This is my story. My eternal Wonderland.

My Heaven, my Hell, my Earth.

My solar system and I, the sun.

I can do whatever I want, say whatever I want, make whatever I want.

And nobody can change a damn thing.

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The anger I feel is enough to power an empire of my own making.

A realm where the hand of God, my hand, puppeteers fate and time itself.

Where reality is rendered frivolous and its rules are deemed a faux pas.

This world has starved me.

I hunger for retribution.

(And perhaps a burger. A burger would be nice.)

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Billford core.

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“Post four characters that you relate to and let people make assumptions about you.”

Go on. Take your pick.

Part III - Full List

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

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“Post four characters that you relate to and let people make assumptions about you.”

Go on. Take your pick.

Part II - Full List

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“Post four characters that you relate to and let people make assumptions about you.”

Go on. Take your pick.

Part I

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“Post four characters that you relate to and let people make assumptions about you.”

Go on. Take your pick.

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𝑇 𝑅 𝐼 𝑁 𝐼 𝑇 𝑌

You had wished for this journey of ours to be simple.

To be clean.

But things like this are never easy.

There are monsters we must slay.

Hurt we must heal.

And fears we must face.

Seconds, moments.

One

Two

Three times.

When we won’t think twice.

Nor do we feel the need to.

For in our hands we hold the key.

And within our hearts a light shines brightly.

Endlessly.

Eternally.

Forevermore.

Something that nobody could bare to touch.

To break.

Or shatter.

Not even in the darkest of nights.

Or the hollowest of shells.

Never will we lose to prevail.

Always we shall evade our expire.

And together we will find our way

Back home.

Walk the path to dawn.

To fate.

To destiny.

To wherever our hearts may guide us.

Progress shots