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Welcome to the blog. I’m Dirk, and I regret taking this long to greet you all. However, I don’t actually regret it enough to promise that I won’t disappear again, because that could easily happen.

#terrorgolgothas #automatedruler #maintenxnce #equlne #featheredreject #Greetings.

terrorgolgothas Greetings, I am AR and I am currently on a dangerous quest to punch an android in the jaw and strangle someone with their own innards. How are you?

#despite the nature of this greeting i am actually somewhat harmless. a simple meme with a ridiculous amount of birds.#i am not going to pretend i am even a little frightening.#terrorgolgothas #strangling mention #death mention

terrorgolgothas { x }

Quickly finding a towel, you pull it out of the pile of clean laundry and return back to the front door, holding it out to him. "Not at all, dude, don't sweat it. Come inside, it's gotta be freezing out there," you say, gesturing into your apartment with one hand. "I can make some tea or something to help warm you up."

#terrorgolgothas #{ ftf }#{ not at all man. length is never really a concern of mine. write however much you're comfortable/capable of! }

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You're just sketching in your sketchbook with one of your cats curled up next to you, the storm outside providing a nice, peaceful ambience for you, when the knocking on your front door calls your attention. Sir Vincent lifts his head and looks right at the door, while Madame Catzpaw freezes across the room to stare a moment and bolt down the hallway.

You're surprised, not expecting visitors, but you quietly set down your materials and rise from your comfortable position on the couch, quickly grabbing a pair of sweats from the pile of clean clothes on the dryer near the front door and pulling them on over your boxer briefs. You're not even wearing your binder and that makes you wary as you approach the front door, unlocking it and opening it only to find a stranger standing there at your door step, soaked to the bone. At first glance, he looked familiar-- but the person he reminded you of carried himself differently, and they were assuredly not the same person.

"Uh, shit, hello. You look like you could maybe use a towel?" Tentatively, your eyes wide behind your aviators, you open your door more for him and quickly step back toward the dryer to look for a clean towel.

#{ ftf }#{ y ells #ok here i wrote a novel........ }#terrorgolgothas