Me, (taken from my submission into The Lovesick Bakery)

♡ ⸺ Names: The Cryptkeeper, Tristan, Trissy, The Garf Pope, Crypt, Wolfgang, Turkey, and Wolfie (Only my Doll can call me that♥️)

♡ ⸺ Birthday: The April rains wrought me.

♡ ⸺ Age: 26

♡ ⸺ Gender Identity & Pronouns: Man (He/Him)

♡ ⸺ I am (Yandere/Darling): Yandere

♡ ⸺Taken forever by, my mans, @cadavalier 💜 They're mine, all mine ❤️

♡ ⸺ Small details about myself: I'm a writer of sorts with so many ideas that I never quite finish unless I put them on hold and come back to them. I do Doctor Who stories mainly. I adore My Faris, Doctor Who, Star Trek (TOS, TNG, DS9, VOY, ENT), Godzilla, Planet of the Apes, Alien vs Predator, Star Wars, horror movies, sci-fi, or pretty much any good story. You could hype me up to watch anything if you speak about it passionately enough. I was an English and Writing Dual Major, so I'm also quite fond of the classics like The Great Gatsby, 1984, etc. I listen to all kinds of music like first wave, dark wave, prog rock, irish folk, newretrowave, big band, and above all else Zeuhl. Games I enjoy are Morrowind, Skyrim, No Man's Sky, Monopoly, UNO, Godzilla Save the Earth, Alien vs. Predator (2010), etc. I'm also a dandy, so I very much have the second best eclectic fashion sense there is.

♡ ⸺ Extra information: I'm a divorcing dad. I have a chronic medical condition that's also caused me to be very anemic so I don't get to see my child too often. I got health insurance now so I'm getting medication to change that! I live in hell at my parents house with my cat, Nessie. I'm also an apestivist and atheist, so big on truth, skepticism, and science.

I'm also a Googledebunker, shout out to my boy, Milo, Miniminuteman. I got that hoodie as a father's day gift and it's still my only hoodie. Fuck conspiracies and pseudoscience, it's on sight with me. Same goes to the transphobes, sex and gender are not the same and I have the peer reviewed medical journals to prove it.

(Minors do not interact)

Wurdah doïa ïtah

Do I subdue the emotions which cause me to desperately chase after love which I will never have in the pursuit of pure logic or do I continue my emotional path of destruction because it makes me human?

I can't be constantly rejected if I don't try, but I'm already a suppressed pervert and if I go through with t'an sahat, I'll be denying that side of myself. But what's the point if my emotions only hurt me, and I can never even explore that side of myself.

I still want calm love, I still want passionate lust, but where is the logic in yearning if I'm never perceived that way? If I'm always alone. Kolinhar, if achieved on a journey of t'an sahat, could purge these pointless wants from my life bringing me peace... Finally accepting the fate I hate.

What purpose do I serve if I have no god to serve, no voice to talk to, no one to praise, protect, and devote my time to? What fate is there for the nameless, hopeless, wreck who survives the severing of their wings and are tormented not by chains, not sulfur, nor by brimstone, but the unending silence of her absence.

No lover's passion, no hope that for once, just once, someone understands you for you, and loves you in that same body and mind consuming way you love them? What worthless wretch be I, so lowly as not to be deserving of a name, of even a moment of time in anyone's mind, to be so insignificant and unworthy of love.

Welp, goodbye separation of church and state and other beloved founding values. The Christians got their dream come true. And I'm fucking stuck, so like, zoinks. I ain't pretending to believe anything, if I'm about to get targeted by an anti-American theological campaign, so be it. But quite frankly, the second that wall of separation is demolished, it's the second it stopped really being the US as the founders entailed. The dream is dead, the experiment is set to fail, it was great while it lasted, but of course the big red flags weren't enough to dissuade anyone apparently.

Did we really forget what happened 4 years ago? Are we seriously this blind to our past that we will repeat our mistakes? Ffs this guy ran his campaign on tariffs... Literally the worst tax reform anyone can plan as shown by history. This is literal insanity. We had a chance to fix things. But this? Really? This is the solution we chose? Someone who doesn't even hold a Bible correctly as protestors got trampled by a cavalry that was oddly absent the following Janurary? Someone who has very clearly fed into the desires of the Christian Nationalists with past picks like Betsy Devos for secretary of Education? Someone whose partner quite literally participated in a lengthy worded document detailing the empowering of the executive branch?

Is our constitution not sacred anymore? Does anyone even really care what bold minds like Thomas Paine, Benjamin Franklin, and the likes stood for or what they envisioned for our nation? My disgust in the current state of affairs is immense, my hope is diminished, wurdah ïtah officially.

On this day, let it be known that America saw the plight of itself, of its own children, of the plight of the children of both Israel and Gaza, that America saw the burning fires of the forests of Colorado and California, saw the relief that international programs like NOAA can bring to Hurricanes like Helene, and even saw the privileges, which really should have been rights, stripped of them by an out of control supreme court...

And America said,

"I don't care."