Damien

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping...

Open the door

Picture: Arles, Cloitre St. Trophime by Edouard Baldus French, ca. 1861

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

Explore the mystery:

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Quoth the Raven:

  • 23 y/o. Born on November 8th.

  • Pronoums: they/them | he/him

  • Very autistic and adhd

  • Non-binary (agender)

  • Pan and demisexual | panromantic

  • History major | Brazilian

  • Scorpio | chaotic neutral | enfp

  • The Eye has claimed me

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;

I like

  • cats & birds

  • snakes & rats

  • horror art

  • purple & yellow

  • windy days

  • scarfs & overcoats

  • reading & music

I dislike

  • hot weather

  • cooking sometimes

  • most meats

  • certain noises

  • the french

  • having to go out when it's raining

general interests: history, languages, politics, literature, cinema, music, games, witchcraft...in media: bastille. the mechanisms. jurassic park. musicals. the untamed. many different games. the magnus archives.

Leave this door if:

  • you're a radfem, transphobe, anti-mogai, etc.

  • you're a fascist, conservative, ancap, etc.

  • you like jk rowling and harry potter too much to hear anything against it

  • you don't like lots of rt's on your tl

  • you don't want horror, creepy stuff and nsfw on your tl (although I don't usually rt the last one, I just don't know if twitter's bluesky's gonna show it regardless).

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”