i like to write stories, develop ocs, and daydream about fictional men. most frequently found bludgeoning my favourite characters with a comically oversized hammer.
you ever write something so sick and twisted that only your most trusted eunuch court adviser (see: friend whom you subject to your writing) can ever be allowed to read it lest you be hung drawn and quartered and the remaining pieces of your body flogged publicly in the town square for all to see. yeah
