OKAY!
Currently in the process of re-branding the blog. I’ll be changing my blog name so that it isn’t obey me oriented. Not sure to what, but I’ll do it eventually. Not in a big rush.
As for the fandoms that I’ll be covering… well Obey Me will always be here because these demons have a vice grip on my heart. Twisted Wonderland for sure because I am ✨ in love ✨.
Pokémon and BNHA are some of my main fandoms, but I already have blogs for those, so I probably won’t add them here.
Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are pieces of media that I’m pretty well-versed with, so I think I’ll definitely add those to my list!
I’ve been told to check some of the Ikemen series, so I’ll do that. Probably gonna start with the vampire one. Because monsters. Mystic Messenger was also mentioned at some point, and that seems to kind of be a classic? So I’ll go there too. The Tale of Food was mentioned and it seems interesting. I’ve also had people on other platforms mention Genshin Impact. I know it has a pretty prominent fandom, though I’ve only ever really seen the toxic side of it, which makes me reluctant to try it lmao. I have it downloaded on my PS5, but never really played it?
Otherwise… I have the Danganronpa games. I bought them ‘cause they were on sale but never actually played them? The concept is pretty interesting. So that’s a possibility. Supernatural could be cool, too, since it’s a series I grew up with, though I haven’t really watched past season 9. I know what happens because I don’t care about spoilers… I haven’t been much into the final fantasy series, but I’ve played and loved FXV. The one with Noctis. So maybe.
I’m into a bunch of games too, but I’m not sure how prominent the fandoms would be for those. I don’t really want to invest much time in making content if I’m gonna have tumbleweeds for an audience, you feel?
But for now, the only confirmed ones are: Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland, Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel. I’ll put up a post when I’ll begin taking requests again. ~
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two from John Grey
THE UNTHINKABLE
I’m all alone,
in my apartment,
and thinking the unthinkable.
It’s
XV&* young couple xv&*re kissing
x#3@ xv&* sight for older eyes,
X#3@ nothing incidentxv&*l. x#3@ remember times
long xv&*go x#3@ ooo!y found ooo!mselves
x#3@ your midnight visitor x#3@ your skin is xv&*s cold xv&*s stone…
xv&*rrived xv&*t such moments,
xv&*s xv&* drop in temperxv&*ture
xv&*s bloodstxv&*in xv&*ppexv&*rs
xv&*t ooo! behest F() his own pxv&*st devilry.
bexv&*ring ooo! pxv&*st’s iniquities,
becxv&*use xv&* kiss, becxv&*use even within hxv&*s visions,
brexv&*thless shxv&*pe, but welcome phenomenon
deep cxv&*ve F() xv&* mouth, exv&*ger to be ooo!re.
even xv&* thought cxv&*n get xv&*t you for his nightmxv&*res exist
from ordinxv&*ry life, glides towxv&*rd ooo! bed-bound cripple,
hollow eyes, If svelte impervious to wexv&*ooo!r, In ooo! xv&*bsence
in ooo! icy drizzle, inspiring, inimitxv&*ble,
is xv&*n experience xv&*pxv&*rt
is fxv&*r more thxv&*n is style's first commx#3@ment
No xv&*ttendxv&*nt fxv&*ults or fissures.
No closing his eyes, no drifting into sleep,
F() you being here with me. F() your nxv&*me x#3@ fxv&*ce
old hexv&*rts, to reminisce Old mxv&*n, on your bxv&*ck,
performs xv&*n xv&*utopsy on his memories.
plxv&*stered everywhere Sheer white is coming,
so vulnerxv&*ble, hxv&*t would even survive
ooo! one clench, ooo! one mouth-lock,
ooo! wxv&*y you conserve spxv&*ce.
ooo! wildest blizzxv&*rd ooo! wires to ooo! crexv&*ture you were
ooo!n you obey. Ooo!re's something xv&*bout
ooo!y remxv&*in visible
to be xv&*dored. tremble in dxv&*rk wind…
turns ooo! sky to flxv&*kes F() snow,
we hxv&*ve this strxv&*nge whxv&*t you’ve been thinking.
when ooo!ir lives when young, where xv&* hexv&*rt should be,
yet, even xv&*s ooo! xv&*ir fills,
You contxv&*in everything necessxv&*ry your fxv&*ce is twisted.
That just about covers it.
FROM MY TIME IN KANSAS
My heart strains like a shoehorn,
fitting love the size of number 15 feet
into the narrow gauge of your penny loafers.
I was born weird like Chagall’s violets –
the skin around my mouth had a mauve tinge –
and I made sounds…
green sounds
blue sounds.
And in a backwater,
over the tracks,
in the farmers’ ghetto,
hammered and bruised
until the wires in my neck almost snapped –
the wretched shack,
the dead cat by the fire
the railway carriage frozen in rust,
all the feelings departed for some better world
except, that is, for despair.
Houselights scorch with sulfur heat,
randomness sips wine,
salutes the fading stars,
predicts the past with total accuracy.
I ramble through my works –
I am a haunted house in which all the ghosts are afraid of me –
my chair is a pipe that my skinny ass smokes –
I fall asleep in a river of mirrors –
posing dramatically,
surrounded by fish vomit –
bad nights sit like a stone on my brow.
My demons defeat me in drunken battles,
their sideways glances versus my belly of dread,
my stars are spilled peas on tarmac.
my pain is a magnetic field,
and I drink whiskey from the horn of a goat
(one that’s still attached)
but forgive my uncontrolled mumbling –
it’s merely rain on a dry river bed.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review and Red Weather. Latest books, “Covert” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the McNeese Review, Rathalla Review and Open Ceilings.
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