Kiyo ` Pest

I am intersex, and my gender is entirely made up of filthy, bloody, fleshy and genderless terms, some leaning masculine. I suppose if this account ever becomes something suggestive, you will not get a definite answer as to what my genitalia is, thats for you to decide. Either way, you are not to force the idea of "bottoming" onto me, im strictly a side or top.

I am devoted to my spiritual beliefs, I do not take kindly to people saying it is delusions, as i do experience delusions and are aware of the differences. I may or may not speak of my beliefs, but its leaning on the "not" side, i believe i should probably keep quiet about it.

As for transids, I can be apathetic towards them at times, but anything to do with being gross and harmful, i do enjoy. I am always open to more suggestions. I am transnethermare, they are a species i highly identify with.

Paraphilias, yes, theyre beautiful to me at least. The beauty in attraction, you truly feel free when you allow yourself to feel it. But anyway, onto mine. I am panparaphilia, i am attracted to most paraphilias.

Boundaries, I do not have a lot, but if you speak of heavy zoosadism, i ask that you do not interact with my account, and do not be surprised if you are blocked. (The tone here is not angry nor am i attacking anyone) If you speak poorly about animism block me.

Do not be afraid to send in asks, i am not as mean as i come off. Be aware my personality is bound to change ->very<- frequently, and i may not behave the same as i did in the last post. I am very bound to lashing out at people, typically for good reason, be aware of this.

My personas name will be shortened to “S.” In a world where nothing makes sense, nothing has any purpose other than to eventually collapse, there was S. He had learned this world was as cruel as it came off by now, almost always masking how he truly felt. Meeting Stefano was either the worst or best thing to ever happen to S. He met his lover, but it was then he lost him as well. 

S. had been roaming around this earth, barely surviving the disasters and creatures out to get him. Finally reaching the mansion, S. had found Stefano’s legacy, the very thing that defined his life at this point. His face remained unchanged, but something sparked deep inside of him at the sight of this artwork. It was disgusting, blood soaked and twisted. But, something about it was so raw, articulated in a way that evoked true feelings from him. The sight of someone truly appreciating his art had brought a completely new feeling to Stefano, in contrast to the wretched feeling of others looking in disgust or disapproval of the art he put so much effort into.

Stefano had decided in his mind that he would like to keep this living being as a muse. The admiration for each other became entirely mutual, S. had gotten to admire someone and somethings that would help him feel truly human again, and Stefano would get his approval and inspiration for his art, while having someone who he can study. S. had begun to love things again, one thing in particular was watching Stefano partake in his photography. For Stefano, it was in his interest to find a moment in which S. was showing raw emotion, whichever it may be, it would be beautiful to him regardless.

This relationship went on for a while, and it did not die down, in fact it had gotten even stronger, even beginning to become unhealthy in its nature. S. had begun to become dependent on the validation and admiration of Stefano, needing it from nobody but him. S. would remind Stefano from time to time that nobody truly appreciated his work like he did as to not remove the spotlight on him. Stefano would teach S. the beauties in art, little by little corrupting a mind that was never pure to begin with, the disciple even indirectly thanking its mentor for the eye-opening knowledge. Stefano being much older impacted the relationship, giving him the idea that he was much more knowledgeable and powerful. He could snap S. without struggle, but he never did, because deep down he craved the attention. 

Of course, sick people had their ends, they always do. The time had come where Sebastian wanted his daughter back, he would've done anything for her. A day in particular came, Sebastian had gotten into contact with S., asking where Stefano was. By Stefano’s order, S. told him exactly where he was located. S. had no doubt in his mind that Stefano would get rid of the threat, he had all the power in this world, at least that's what he believed. 

A long fight took place, full fledged emotion could be seen across the battle field, this especially sparking interest from S. The fight was drawn out, but it finally came to its end, resulting in Stefano’s body collapsing onto the ground. Blood seeped into his suit, staining the high end materials with a red shade and metallic smell. The sight of this was devastating to S., darting out from where he remained the entire time. His knees dropped down next to Stefano’s now weakening body, holding his shaking hands out to Stefano’s face. Tears immediately fell from his eyes, mixing with the semi-dry blood on Stefano’s suit. Cupping Stefano’s face, he turned it to look him in the eyes, desperately trying to find the man he’s known and looked up to. Stefano found this particular sight beautiful, this was the raw emotion he had always searched for in the photos he took of S. The last view of S. he ever saw was the desperation and fear of loss of a loved one, the very emotion he loved to capture in his artwork. Both Stefano and S. knew that Stefano was now becoming a masterpiece himself, this bringing a sense of miserable joy to them both.

Stefano’s body now limp, S. decided the fight was not over, not until he fell too. Looking down at the sight of Stefano next to his cracked camera, one of the bits of evidence of his existence, the only thing S. could now feel was anger. S. was angry at so many things, Stefano for leaving, Sebastian for ending their relationship, the world for being this cruel, and more. S. stood up, his body shaking, furious by now. A blade drawn from his garter, he would attempt to fight Sebastian if it meant the pain he felt from his now deceased lover would be relieved. 

A long and drawn out fight took place, S. never being a good fighter, running being his only skill. Sebastian had taken a shot to his side, causing S. to slow his movements, before finally giving up. S. fell onto his backside, leaning on his arm for support. Sebastian held his gun to the boy's head, threatening him so he wouldn't get back up. This one choice destroyed everything, as S. saw the opportunity, he snatched the gun from Sebastian's grip. Sebastian froze for a moment, before he could realize what happened, S. had already been crawling his way to Stefano, blood smearing onto the floor. Sebastian called out, telling him to stop, asking him what he's going to do, but it did nothing to stop him, he was set on his decision. S. finally fell next to Sebastian, a slight smile forming on his lips, deeply pained, but also in relief from what's to come. Sebastian watched in confusion as S. pressed his lips lightly onto Stefano’s cold ones, before gripping the gun tight. Sebastian knew what this meant, despite S. being entirely an enemy, he wasn't a threat, he couldn't let this happen. Sebastian jolted forward, yelling out for S., only to be met with the sound of a gunshot bouncing off of the walls. Sebastian paused in his steps, taking in the brutal sight.