Placecebo, I am completely and irrevocably captivated by your work. Your hand is controlled by the Devil himself when you create, I think 😅 I return to the first part of the first chapter again and again, rereading it, noticing each time another, and another, and another precise parallel, and marveling at how all the little details fit together into a single picture. Like a puzzle. All those oral themes that permeate their every interaction… The Honeowner, who dreams that his own male physiology has become the trigger for his death. The Pale Visitor, who knows no bodily shame and whose only fear is someone else's hand pulling him by the back of the head during a kiss. It's all monstrously beautiful.
I can also vividly imagine how the Pale Visitor, judging by his casual "flick", was a heavy smoker in his past life, and how his new reproductive system said "Evening" when he habitually inhaled smoke to calm down after the transformation 😅😬 hehehahahehaha~… Because of which the homeowner's cigarette was destroyed with particular malice.
What you created literally lives and breathes.❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 Thank you. It's a cliché, but you helped me break out of a stagnant period in my life.
(I hope the translator won't distort the meaning of my message too much, as English is not my native language)
I get too flustered from asks like these!! Thank you very very much!!!! <3 I'm glad you're having fun and that you were able to get out of whatever funk you were in (I know those can be rough). The power of yaoi, and art, and all that!