divine malfunction learning to be human

odds are you followed me after a surprisingly lucid fandom take. those are rare; cherish them.

should you stay, the landscape looks something like this:

☪︎ occasional lab/anatomy updates ☪︎ thoughts you did not bargain for but will receive anyway ☪︎ OCs in distress (oc protection services patrols sometimes, ignore them) ☪︎ casual mentions of silver nitrate blotches; we’ve all been claimed by the silver gods at least once ☪︎ WHMIS continues to haunt me. i continue to ignore it. ☪︎ monoyume/gachikoi : there is someone i love in fiction; his silhouette lingers in the tags. ☪︎ Murakami and Dostoyevsky are my favourite authors. that probably tells you something too.

✧ also: i'm a sociologist by training. biopolitics and necropolitics appear without warning. i’ve written papers about them. i apologize in advance ✧

important:  every so often, I will have a sudden, unstoppable need to talk about vore as a metaphor for intimacy. if that’s not your thing, I kindly suggest blocking the #tw vore tag. for your peace. and mine: 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖

if you're into softer prose, you can find that on my writing blog: @themoondustfaerie 

misc links:

✧ ao3 ✧ Fire Department Proximity: an Autoethnography

feel free to send asks or dms; i enjoy chatting when my brain cooperates. moots can ask for discord if they want somewhere quieter :]

this is a permeable membrane; enter and exit freely. take what you need and leave the rest, we're all stardust anyways.

Not straight. Not gay. Not bi. Not ace.

He experiences romantic and sexual attraction exclusively toward:

quests

swords

dramatic wind gusts

and people who threaten dragons on sight.

If you aren’t a medieval narrative device, he cannot see you.

He doesn’t fall in love; he undertakes a sworn duty.

Pride is a spectrum, and Arthur lives on a wavelength shaped like a longsword.