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Registered: May 23, 2023 05:28
✨2001 model✨androgynous✨too stressed by my dayjob to have a sexuality✨multilingual✨severe case of special interest abound✨
I live in Norway so HMU if you do too and need more poor role models irl. Trying to go to more conventions when I have the time and such. My skillsets include wilderness survival and first aid, gong fu cha, being a manager without a chain smoking habit, and uninhibited dancing at gay clubs.
I live in Norway so HMU if you do too and need more poor role models irl. Trying to go to more conventions when I have the time and such. My skillsets include wilderness survival and first aid, gong fu cha, being a manager without a chain smoking habit, and uninhibited dancing at gay clubs.
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My story is now live!! Monsterfuckers rejoice!
5 months ago
LINK https://www.tumblr.com/irreverent-s.....78569590489088
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In order to be labelled a witch you only need two things; to be a spinster, and a mysteriously rotting garden. Idun finds this out the hard way as food becomes scarce and her peers refuse to help. They’re too scared of angering the being that has cursed her. Worse yet, some view it as a punishment from God himself. Either way, she would rather not starve, and soon her only option is to venture into the Deep Woods.
The Deep Woods don’t care much for the laws of nature. It’s lush with food and treasure at all times of the year. Its trees are as tall as mountains, its weather is always like a sultry evening. It’s a realm as abyssal as the oceans, and just as likely to swallow you whole. Mythical beings lurk about. They range from mischievous to malicious, and none of them are particularily fond of people. Most feared of all is the Jotun. Massive, primordial beings. Inscrutable and chaotic, Equal part person and force of nature. Swords cannot rend their flesh, and muskets only seem to irritate them. They have little regard for petty things like morals and convention, and find humans most agreeable when paired with a light beer.
Dravad is a bright young man with his whole life ahead of him. He has finally settled down to cultivate his passions; heritage crops, hedonism and screwing with people. Although his past was turbulent, he now finds himself in a rather comfortable spot. He’d almost have a perfect life, were it not for the arrows and bullets fired at him from every direction. An unrelenting terror has invaded his home. They come in huge numbers, and don’t take no for an answer. These tenacious creatures seem to want little more than to slice his throat and turn his antlers into a trophy, so when a desperate woman quivers in fear at his mere presence, he has one question:
“Can humans be more than cold blooded killers?”
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Well, my story that I can only describe as a freaky, dark, northern mythology themed pulp romance is now live. If you like weird folklore based speculative biology, illustrated paintings, monsterfucking, women slowly going insane from their own repressed feelings and the oppressive gaze of the townspeople, and flamboyant love interests that that have a lot of heart but little sense, then this story is for you. Enjoy. Hey, it’s free.
For Mature Audiences
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OKAY so here you go. Monster smut, on the house. It is a slow burn with some dark themes, but the actual romance is pretty wholesome once they get past the inherent hiccups of….all of this. Very much a freak4freak story, if certain people manage to be honest with themselves..
READ IT HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/irreverent-s.....78569590489088
Desktop has navigation, otherwise it’s in chronological order starting with the first post. I’m also considering uploading chapters to FA once I toggle some stuff
Copied from tumblr:
In order to be labelled a witch you only need two things; to be a spinster, and a mysteriously rotting garden. Idun finds this out the hard way as food becomes scarce and her peers refuse to help. They’re too scared of angering the being that has cursed her. Worse yet, some view it as a punishment from God himself. Either way, she would rather not starve, and soon her only option is to venture into the Deep Woods.
The Deep Woods don’t care much for the laws of nature. It’s lush with food and treasure at all times of the year. Its trees are as tall as mountains, its weather is always like a sultry evening. It’s a realm as abyssal as the oceans, and just as likely to swallow you whole. Mythical beings lurk about. They range from mischievous to malicious, and none of them are particularily fond of people. Most feared of all is the Jotun. Massive, primordial beings. Inscrutable and chaotic, Equal part person and force of nature. Swords cannot rend their flesh, and muskets only seem to irritate them. They have little regard for petty things like morals and convention, and find humans most agreeable when paired with a light beer.
Dravad is a bright young man with his whole life ahead of him. He has finally settled down to cultivate his passions; heritage crops, hedonism and screwing with people. Although his past was turbulent, he now finds himself in a rather comfortable spot. He’d almost have a perfect life, were it not for the arrows and bullets fired at him from every direction. An unrelenting terror has invaded his home. They come in huge numbers, and don’t take no for an answer. These tenacious creatures seem to want little more than to slice his throat and turn his antlers into a trophy, so when a desperate woman quivers in fear at his mere presence, he has one question:
“Can humans be more than cold blooded killers?”
———
Well, my story that I can only describe as a freaky, dark, northern mythology themed pulp romance is now live. If you like weird folklore based speculative biology, illustrated paintings, monsterfucking, women slowly going insane from their own repressed feelings and the oppressive gaze of the townspeople, and flamboyant love interests that that have a lot of heart but little sense, then this story is for you. Enjoy. Hey, it’s free.
For Mature Audiences
————————
OKAY so here you go. Monster smut, on the house. It is a slow burn with some dark themes, but the actual romance is pretty wholesome once they get past the inherent hiccups of….all of this. Very much a freak4freak story, if certain people manage to be honest with themselves..
READ IT HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/irreverent-s.....78569590489088
Desktop has navigation, otherwise it’s in chronological order starting with the first post. I’m also considering uploading chapters to FA once I toggle some stuff
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Okapi x Lammergeier. Mules and fishes are important to the lore as well.
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Folk funk, reggaeton
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Kill Buljo
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(and I highly respect your art vision, love this old paintings vibe!~)