horrible men enjoyer

just kind of re-testing the waters back on here. hi there. i was formerly @bolshoycorvid, where i would write primarily in the sfw g/t space. i left that blog behind and have been puttering around on twitter (remember twitter? i remember twitter) and now bluesky. i've decided to come back to see what's happening nowadays. you're free to go to my old blog and read my backlog of older works, but there is a slim chance i'll be writing about any of those characters ever again. first and foremost. THIS IS A NSFW BLOG AND SPACE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED MERCILESSLY AND WITH PREJUDICE IF THEY INTERACT WITH MY POSTS. i write primarily queer, transmasc giants. because i am queer and transmasc and buddy is this market niche. not gonna be a lot of frills here, people! i'm old and tired. i follow from @taylense cus this is a secondary blog and i cant be bothered to make an actual account again. ask box is open! you can find me on bluesky, where i'm probably going to be more active here's a carrd featuring my ocs my sizefiction profile where i'll be hosting my writing TLDR:

(hi this is the thing that’s been on my mind for months, in which morgan looks at his top scar surgeries for the first time after waking up from being in the mech. there really isn’t a warning here, save for mentions of nudity and scars. this is just pure self indulgent gender euphoria.) Rain was the only way to be a semblance of clean in the arid wastes…well, at least when you were sixteen times the size of a normal man. Humans had the privilege of being able to spend a fraction of their meager water resources for a towel wash, maybe even a full on bath for the children…Morgan had to wait until the blessed day when the skies darkened and spat out a river for him so he could wash off all the muck on his person for the first time. As he watched the little people milling below him run for cover in their tents, he rose to his feet and plucked Nick up and off from the ground below. He squirmed between his fingers, briefly alarmed but ultimately annoyed by the sudden movement, easily clamoring onto the giant’s shoulder when brought up, up, up to it. Little hands pressed gently on the skin of his neck, and Morgan could hear the whisper of a kiss, feel the most miniscule scratch of his stubble–he couldn’t help but smile. Did Nick think he brought him up there to cuddle? “Come on, you. I’m finally getting out of this bloody monkey suit.” He grumbled as he rose to his feet.