interests

A3! Homare Arisugawa, Sakyo Furuichi, Omi Fushimi, American McGee's Alice dualogy, anthropology, architecture, Attack on Titan Hange Zoë, Bertholt Hoover, Bangya Simulator Hitsugi, Buck-Tick, Coin Locker Babies, Dadaroma, A Date With Death, Der Zibet, Don't Eat the Cashier Deiran, Frankenstein, the GazettE, the works of William Gibson, Gloomy Bear, The Grim Reaper Dispatch, hide with Spread Beaver, Homicipher Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Silvair, Hypnosis Microphone Jyuto Iruma a.k.a 45 Rabbit, Matenrou Division, Jyushi a.k.a 14th Moon, Ikebukuro West Gate Park, In the Miso Soup, Jiluka, Kagerou, kendo, KMFDM, Ladytron, Love Curse: Find Your Soulmate, Love and Deepspace Zayne, Malice Mizer, Mamireta, Mejibray, Merzbow, Monchhichi, Mononoke, anything by Sakaya Murata, Yan Lianke's mythorealism, The Phantom of the Opera, Piercing, PIG, Sion Sono films, Snakes and Earrings, Stardew Valley erm... I modded it... so... Hange, Touchstarved, Twisted Wonderland Dire Crowley, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt, X Japan, Yakuza 0, Zi:Kill, 1Q84, 14 Days With You

photolog

—260423: No comment.

—260421: Miis in love.

—260415: So true wife, whatever you say wife.

—260407: He eated it.

—260402: Worlds tiniest Hange & an oreo cold brew.

—260329: Pictures taken moments before disaster (the Battle of Trost).

—260322: I felt bad so I went to the beach in flip flops even though it was freezing cold. Then I read this book about the origins of computers based on a loom.

—260309: Big day for aquatic life enthusiasts.

—260224: Fox-tail hair! Done by my boss.

—260216: I love the shade of brown that muddy water makes.

—260123: Zayne girl 4 lyfe.

—260110: The botanical gardens. (❀◡‿◡)

—260106: Oshikatsumaxxing.

—260103: Matcha with star sprinkles.

—260101: Mr. Crawling (Homicipher) deco.

—260101-A: Vorpal blade, in the flesh (literally).

—251125: Matching my matcha.

—251104: Saw Frankenstein in theaters... Jacob Elordi I was not familiar with your game.

—250922: Girls who don't play about 45 Rabbit.

—250907: A pink-themed oshikatsu attempt.

—250907-A: Human animal (Zhang Huan).

—250830: Oshikatsu is always better with friends! >_<

—250809: Dinner after a bag sewing class! I was so hungry... I ate that entire bowl of ramen, and it was GIANT.

—250806: Gone fishin'.

—250729: A sculpture of Saint Sebastian. I took this after seeing pianist Kotaro Fukuma perform at a local museum. He was so cool!

—250729-A: I love the way meat looks. Just don't ask me to cook it. (BLEHG!)

—250729-B: Performance art by Zhang Huan. I love his work.

—250718: Just me.

—250713: This horse was named Tank!

—250703: Sun waves.

—250529: The Haruki Murakami art exhibit!

—250424: Extremely cool library with a glass floor!

—250311: The best impulsive decision I've ever made: buying tickets to see Jiluka, day of the show! I ended up making some friends, and got to pull my first cheki.

—250217: Self-explanatory.

—241117: PIG, one of the best shows I have ever gone to. I got to speak to Raymond afterwards, which was an amazing surprise! He was very kind.

—230611: Hideism.

journal

04/01/26 — “Your nose is bleeding.” She followed the line of his extended pointer finger aiming crosshairs at her face. She felt the first ruby bead drip down her lips. “Well, help her, you dumbass,” his roommate gave them a taunting look. “Otherwise I will.” He glared at him, hand dropping to his side. His long-legged stride brought him in front of her within two steps. With two fingers, he smeared the blood onto his hand, clenching it into a fist. She stared in shock, eyes flickering from his bloody hand to his smiling face. He gave her a warm smile, and with a faint blush dusting his cheeks, guided her towards the bathroom. The tips of his non-bloody fingers rested on the small of her back and only lifted to lock the door behind them. Her head was tilted back, blood running freely down her throat. She moved blindly to the sink, letting her head fall forward; and with it, the blood that had been coagulating in her nostrils. She groaned. “Wow. You get them bad, don’t you?” “No shit,” her voice rasped. She listened to the creak of a door as he opened the cupboard, presumably to look for paper towels. She eyed him in the mirror. He raised the bloody hand to his mouth, unfurling his fingers, and she watched in mild horror as his tongue flicked out to lap up the blood soaking into his skin. She averted her gaze back to the spatters of red in the bottom of the sink, head swimming. “Here,” his sweatered arm appeared, holding a handful of one-ply paper towels. She took them from his hand, setting them on the opposite side of the vanity. His watch glinted in the yellow-tinted warmth of the vanity lights. It drew her in like a crow to a coin, and she pressed forward, passing over the sink, letting her mouth hover millimeters over his palm. A few drops of blood slipped from her nose into the cup of his empty hand, forming a perfect crimson pool. He inhaled sharply as her tongue collided with his callused palm, his spit mixing with her own as she traced the blood into the embedded lines of his hands. She looked back at him, lips glassy and rose-tinted. He was looking away, red in the face, biting his lip. “Hey… do you like this?” He didn’t answer. Instead, like a cat avoiding being pet, he arched his neck to lean even farther away from her.

04/09/26 — “It’s okay.” It was the softest she had ever spoken to him. “But, uhm, I don’t want you to get blood all over your clothes.” “Just get rid of them,” she suggested with a shrug and a smile. Blush crept up his neck, encompassing the slopes of his features. He fumbled with the buttons of her flannel, fingers trembling. “Be careful, it’s literally white.” “It’s literally so big it could fit me,” he grumbled. “Well, I chose it because-,” A strangled gasp left his throat as he pulled the flannel over her shoulders, revealing the top of her bare breasts. “-beacuse I didn’t want to wear a bra.” He covered his eyes with his hands. “Are you… not into girls or something?” He peeked through his fingers. “N- no. I mean yes, I’m into girls- uhm…,” his voice faded as she shimmied out of her shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She held out her arms in offer of an open embrace, the slowing blood dripping down her chin. He watched intently, hands trembling as they dropped from his face. The single line of blood carved a path over the muscles of her neck, flowing between the valley of her breasts. “Come here,” she said finally, exasperation evident in her face. She gasped as, instead, he fell to his knees. His hot hands gripped her hips, warm breath fanning over her stomach. He pushed himself up, licking the stray drop of blood that had made its way down her belly. She arched back into the countertop as he followed its trail all the way up to her neck. Her eyes shut as he reached up, never losing his grip on her waist, and pressed sloppy kisses to the delicate flesh of her neck and shoulders. She reveled in his attention: his hands, so large they could meet each other around her waist, his short, well-maintained nails pressing into her skin. Her focus broke as his teeth nipped her collarbone. “Ah-,” her hands clenched around the fabric of his navy sweater. He pulled her to him, his fuzzy hair tickling her bare chest. She felt the last of the blood trickle from her nose as she leaned forward, stroking his hair. It dripped over her cupid's bow and onto her lips just as he looked up at her, crystalline eyes blazing. She smiled, and the drop of blood fell over her bottom lip, landing on his cheek. His eye crinkled shut, for just a moment, to protect itself from the splash. He had pretty eyelashes, long and dark. She looked beautiful. Her teeth were stained with red, her nose blooming with an array of color from the dried, drying, and fresh blood. “L- let me taste you…,” his fingers pressed against her chin. “Okay,” the words were less than a whisper as they left her lips. She crumbled, back pressed against the fake wood of the sink. Even on his knees, he completely enveloped her as he took her lips in his. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into her mouth, drinking up the iron flavor embedded in the gaps of her teeth.