kelpo

i am also a selfshipper/yumejoshi, and selfship with eiland!! i like to call him ‘my wife’, ‘my beloved’, and other pet names of the sort and will occasionally use she/her on him, as i hc him to go by he/she ~ if this makes you uncomfortable, you’re welcome to not interact.

my main interest as of writing is fields of mistria! i engage with/draw for other fandoms as well, but this blog is centred around FoM and my love for the game .. though keep in mind i may post fanart for other games or oc art (aka never). i’ll change this when my interests shift!

tags ~

#kelpo art → art made by me!!

#kelpo asks → answering the pigeon mail !

#kelpo rambles → talking about what’s on my mind … i’ll try to use this cautiously!

#eilandmaxxing → me posting literally anything to do with eiland . i dunno i think it’d be cute

#eikelp → my selfship with eiland !!

socials / links

art twitter | selfship side twitter | instagram | strawpage

thank you for reading !! much love to you 💕

friend also pointed this out but its also really funny how his resolution to not having us sue him (is that the right term?? something with legalities whatever) is just to make us an honorary member so we forget ❤️‍🩹 oh eiland u have a heart of gold .. we all forgive you

Would their effects cancel each other out, leaving nothing but empty space or a 0-degree sun?

what if...

you guys are all...

just cake...

the thought bounces around in my head. I can't take it for long, so I turn to my computer for entertainment.

I walk over and push the power button. My hand sinks into a bread-like substance. My computer is cake.

I scream, and run to my door, reaching for the knob. it crumbles in my hand.

It is cake.

My feet begin to feel sticky. I realize... my floor is now cake, the carpet, frosting.

I push my door and it crumbles, for it is cake I yell out "is anyone here!!!???" there is no answer.

I wander around my house and find my dog on my parents' bed. I run to him and reach to pet him for comfort.

My hands sink in... for he is cake.

I scream again and run for the door. This time I just charge through it, for it is cake.

As I continue on, the porch stairs (that are now cake) give way under the pressure of my foot. I fall to the ground, except it is not ground. It is cake.

I get up, and turn towards the street hoping to find something... someone that isn't cake.

As I make it to the street, I trip. And as suspected, the street is cake.

I try to get up. and fail.

I look behind me, and there is my foot.

I gasp and a feeling of dread washes over me.

Then a new feeling, or more accurately, a lack of it.

I raise my arm, and it falls off, just below the elbow. I stare at it.

Cake.

"I am... cake?" I say as the rest of my body begins to crumble. I try to cry but cannot, for I am cake.

I give in to the cake, and fall over.

"I am cake." I say.

"All. Is. cake."

Everything around me fades, as I feel myself fusing with the street cake.

I cease to feel. My senses dissipate but it does not matter to me.

I am cake.

Cake is all that matters.

There is only...

CAKE

Then, I have this thing here that opens up, and that's where I would keep all of my Yaoi. It's empty now because my mom went through it and she got rid of all my Yaoi. She didn't even say anything about it! Now I don't even know what I'm going to do, because I would read it to myself every night. Every day when I got back from school, I would read some. Sometimes it was wholesome, sometimes it was toxic, depending on the mood I was in.

I don't know what to do because it’s been part of my routine since I was in middle school. I don't want to cry because I spent so long doing my eyeliner. My Yaoi was so expensive! And even worse, I had Yuri in there too, because I like an even balance of things and the Yuri's gone too.

Now I have no Yaoi, no Yuri, and no money because I’ve been saving up for so long to buy all of it. It was completely filled to the brim. I had a Yaoi heaven. My brain is mush now. This is the most soul-crushing experience I've ever gone through. My Yaoi was my everything. How am I supposed to fujo out now?

I can't tell her to give it back because she donated it to Goodwill. Now someone else is going to have my Yaoi, and it's mine! I want it back. If you are at Goodwill and you see a Yaoi collection, give it back to its rightful owner! I'm losing it. I had to take my Klonopin to calm myself down, but it's not working. I don't think anything will work.

Please show some love for my fallen Yaoi and Yuri. The Yuri is equally as important. I feel like my life is just falling apart; I feel hopeless and lost. I was freaking out so much that my mom was going to check me back into the mental hospital. I don't want to go to the mental hospital. I just want my Yaoi back, and she doesn't understand.

Whoever has my Yaoi now, please take care of it. Please give it love. Whenever the uke gets it right, please go "Aww!" that's the appropriate reaction. Please give it the respect it deserves. That reassurance is all I need right now because there's nothing I can do to get it back. So please, just promise that you'll fujo out while reading. That's all I'm asking.