You got up from this floor because of a holy vow you made sixteen years ago. With *me*. To wake up exactly 07:30 every morning until the day you die.
june's website – Right away, there is something strangely familar about this website, despite the obnoxious new signs and symbols, bits and bobs around, such as:
name; june/juniper/rancid
pronouns; he/him
things i do; draw, write, code
current hyperfixations; baldur's gate 3, disco elysium, land of the lustrous
june of raining cats – Upon this weird imitation of a website sits a strange, strange person. "Hey... What's up..." he mutters from his place atop the page. His back is turned away, back impossibly hunched to compensate for the size of the sketchbook in his hand.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Failure] – What do you *mean* I can't just yap about cum and cock and balls on the school wifi? This is seriously infringing on my rights as the resident horny bastard here.
volition – Okay chat, what's up with this guy today?
Like, seriously, what's up?
- (Stare at this weird creature.)
- "Uh... Hi."
- What about... twinks? Maybe you could ramble about twinks instead of old men for a change. (Twiddle thumbs.)
inland empire [Trivial: Success] Something is *seriously* wrong with this individual -- you. Proceed with caution.