the baku will always return to the scene of the crime

The only thing I’ve ever wanted is to have total power over a single life.

wait nobody knows who I am on here I do not need to keep my dignity at all I can post the sk8 bullshit in my sketchbook to my hearts content

myth of the bare palm

text:

Our kind used to be hulking things of feathers and claws,

more gods than animals, roaming the snowed planes endless,

until we found each others

and in jubilant relief reached out

claws retracting,

feathers shedding,

so the moment of contact branded heat against bare skin.