Brokeback Mountain Vibes

This is Oliver. My second of my main 2 ocs I've recently redesigned him and have been obsessing over his new design. The tldr of his story (which I will post later) is that his father burnt him alive in a house fire later being turned into a ragdoll by a witch doctor having rotten organs and blood stained polyester filling him to the brim.

Just realized I never did an intro here so...

Hi, I'm Kryo :3

I use he/him pronouns, and I am trans 🏳️‍⚧️

I will post occasionally when I have the motivation but don't expect much of anything good

Things I like; sims 4, fortnite, minecraft, Pjo/Hoo, adventure time, Star Wars (especially tbb(cf99 my beloveds)), anime (naruto, aot, etc), Cookie Run Kingdom

Things I don't like; proshippers, commshippers, Maga, problematic people, pedos/maps/groomers.

Things I will post; responses to asks, oc stories and art, Fandom related things

Anyways, welcome anyone who stumbles upon my lair. Don't be rude and have a cookie

who can relate

I hate Palpatine

I hate Palpatine. He bad

Reblog if you hate Palpatine.

Oc story;

Tw - execution, possibly gruesome death

(Medieval time) The king looked down from his throne at the court fool who had been accused of sleeping with his son in a homosexual relationship. He had just declared that the jester would be put to death on the rack. That evening, when the whole kingdom had gone to bed, only the executioner, king, and court fool was awake. The jester's ankles are fastened to one roller, and the wrists are chained to the other. Their neck had been chained, too... then the process starts, their body is stretched and pulled, first their arms and hips are pulled out of socket, then their spine separates to its limit, their neck stretched until their head popped off and their torso broke open from being stretched to the limit.

It had been painful, extremely painful, but when Laffy Taffy had woken up next to that underground river that reeked of death, nothing hurt. It felt as if a million pounds had been lifted from their shoulders. They weren't scared when an old raft of pale wood floated up to the riverbed. The driver of the raft held out his old weathered hand for passage on his ferry, Laffy had none, or thought they had none, but then they felt two gold coins in their pocket and handed it to the ferry driver giving them passage to where they'd be judged and sent to their afterlife in the realm of Hades. They were sent to the Elysium, on the outskirts of the heavenly place but there they were able to still bring smiles to peoples faces becuase, even in life they had been a great contortionist and entertainer but with how they had died its like they had no bones at all and could stretch and stretch and stretch to no end... so even with the end of their life, they kept living happily as the Underworld's entertainer.

Laffy Taffy

I hate men who yell at women

smh.

best thing ever is to repeat one song for hours or days.. it tickles my brain so good

MEOW 🫣

Bro, this new Midas has me going feral, I am begging my mom to buy me the battle pass next season so I can have him (I missed the last midas variant, so I NEED him)

I'm gonna rip him to shreds

Sitting by the small window in his basement chamber, trying to get at least a little bit of sunlight in this dark dreary place. It was a daily occurrence, sitting by the window feeling the UV rays brush his skin and humming softly a tune he barely remembered but it's all he really knew other than his name, how to function and his father. Speaking of his father, that wretched man just tossed something down the stairs, the item making quite the ruckus as it tumbled down the creaky steps. Oliver hesitantly crawled over to see what had fallen into his damp and sicken abode. It was a canister of some kind, a red plastic one then he smelled the stench… it was a canister of gasoline, it was open and pouring its contents across the floor. The shiny liquid coated Oliver's hands making it hard for him to back away; he could only think of the possibilities of what's next to come after this. From the top of the rickety wooden staircase was the gentle click of a match being lit, then the little flaming stick was tossed down landing on the puddle of gasoline the liquid quickly igniting and spreading. Fire got on Oliver's pale little hands, spreading up his sweater sleeves and scorching him. All he could manage to do was scream, the pain was unbearable but since his body was so small his end came fairly quick.

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As the arson investigator and his team rummaged through the charred house, he found something interesting, a boy's body in the pit that used to be the basement. This kid was gone too soon… he thought taking the body carefully, that was surprisingly still intact with all the burnt skin and embers surrounding it. Instead of taking the body to the coroner on scene he hid the body in his trunk, having connections with a witch doctor had its perks and he'll use the favor the witch owes him to give this boy a second chance on life. He spent the rest of his shift that day with the boys crispy body in his car trunk going straight to the witch doctor's 'office' after clocking out for the evening, the doctor's office was really just an abandoned funeral home, they claimed that the spiritual energy of the mortuary there heightened their powers. The body got placed on a table lined with crystals and herbs, wrapped in an old blanket. The doctor was informed of the predicament, and once the investigator was gone, they got to work. Forming a body made of cloth to look exactly like the boy's, shoving fragments of salvageable bones into places like the hands and feet, knees and elbows, but polyester was put in every other place, the rest of the work was on organs. All his organs were salvageable with a bit of a magical push, his heart and stomach now held together with twine, lungs healed to just barely meet the requirements for working and other organs made the same way they all got put back in their respective places within his torso finishing with a stitch horizontal on his stomach and a vertical one of his chest. With the final additive of his brain, new hair made of the most beautiful mint green synthetic hair, a sweater which was way too large for his small body plus a pair of brown, and green button stitched over his right eye he was complete and living. With a short hour of teaching on how to live again, he was sent out to wander the world with fuzzy memories of his past and who he was…

SAVE A HORSE. RIDE A COWBOY 🗣