#low-battery mode

[low-battery-mode-jay]

Alright, pinned post time.

Hey, hey! The name's Jay, it's nice to meetcha! Here's some general facts about me:

- I'm 22 years old and use He/They pronouns. He/Him is prefered

- I'm a writer and artist with many, many hyperfixations. My current ones are my own projects (Cirque Destino, Dead Man's Switch, Midnight Lotus, Conclave of the Luminaries), Tiger and Bunny, Twisted Wonderland, Project Sekai, Pokémon Legends ZA, Dungeons and Dragons, Project Hail Mary, Iron Lung, marine life, space, and the 1994 cartoon Gargoyles

- I'll usually post random tidbits of stuff, along with art and rants about any of my stories

- PLEASE DON'T SEND ME DONATION ASKS. I wish I could help, but I can only do so much. Apologies. . .

- Feel free to ask me about my stories/characters. I'll gladly ramble about them

And that's the jist of me! Feel free to ask me about my stories and characters, or just stick around for the ramblings of a low-battery guy!

- Jay

P.S.: Here's a link to the post with all my OC blogs:

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💬 3  🔁 0  ❤️ 1 · Did I mention I have RP blogs, too? :) Here's the list: - Reiji Kagemaru - @reiji-kagemaru - Yuika Kamishiro - @yuika-ka

[a-curious-wednesday]

"I've never been so tired or happy in my entire life! "

He said moments before his head thumped painfully against the faux wood of his work desk within his cubicle. That three-walled, windowless prison from which he tirelessly works over 3 computer screens. Except, the man is always exhausted. His last thoughts were of his nearly four month old son whose entire face lights up when he sees him.

Oh, the conversations they have! His son, spilling the secrets of the universe, the man ignorantly patronizing his son's mystical babblings. His son grows frustrated and starts threatening him. The laughter. The tears. The cries. The poop. This man'll never ingest buttered popcorn again. The man's eyes shoot open and he feverishly blinks. No one noticed, he tells himself as he rushes back to finish the waiting task monotonously and arbitrarily staring back at him from his screens.