GreyTheFatass

Honestly I'm looking at this now, and I think I need to stay off the internet for a while, cause I'm pretty sure I was having some kind of psychotic episode typing literally all of this.

Ehhh this day and age? It’s better to not go to conventions, I wouldn’t want to risk getting shot by right wingers.

please kill me

I didnt say I wanted it, I just know its very likely.

Reposting gorey popping to further thin my audience down to just the people who are both turned on by pain and torment, and the ones that can ignore my mental breakdown posts. I must have so many posts dedicated to me on Kiwifarms...

Joke's on them, their ridicule is my fap fuel.

I sometimes imagine a world where the ultra rich can get away with things like this cause organ transplants are great and easy but still incredibly expensive.

that’s just my uncle Andy, he’s a weirdo

And No I don’t give a shit if he sees this along with the other obsessive shit I put on Bluesky. I don’t care if he knows I like morbidly obese men. That’s my kink and I will wear that on a T-Shirt in public JUST to make people uncomfortable.

He didn’t even play Naboo in the Mighty Boosh, he was Vince. His brother played Naboo. So i’m all mixed up. Quite the dream though and if I had the chance I’d definitely play chess with Noel Fielding and FUCKING KICK HIS ASS AT IT!

I am sleep deprived, trying to make it through my job, guys. It’s hard.

I accidentally dozed a bit and had a dream that Noel Fielding invited me to play chess in “the park” and I was like “Does Noel even fuckin’ play chess?” and Why Noel fielding? And why is he dressed up like Naboo?

heckin' sexy eyes and smoth sexy gray skin. God damn ugh just wanna hug em' wanna bury my face in em' need fatter, need more. Need so much more...

Ok i'll just honestly just enjoy your art without all the context then. I mean, if they writers didn't give much of a fuck, why should I?

Hfff mandibles and arms and huff <3

-is mostly sergals. So.... ehhh?

Should I play the games? Or would I just be lost? Can I just enjoy the hot Sangheilis without consuming the relevant media?

Well if my love for sergals is anything to go off of, I never read the Gold-Ring stuff, I barely know the lore, yet 3 of my characters are sergals, and my commissioned art-

I've never played a single Halo game and yet your art makes me kinda badly want to. Are there any characters in particular that are actually pretty sexy/ fat (same thing in my opinion)?

Or like, do you just wish there were curvier sangheilis and therefore started drawing them?

Awhey why you delete the post???

Trying to teach my brain “unknown ≠ unsafe.”
One assumption at a time.

Every label = one emotion: fear.
Fear of rejection, humiliation, or pain.

It’s not hate. It’s self-protection masquerading as judgment.
My brain thinks, “If I assume everyone’s dangerous, no one can surprise me.”

That’s the real loop I’m trying to break.

Guy with a dirty, used truck → racist, religious, maybe violent.
Roughness = unpredictability = danger.

Anyone confident / loud → arrogant, dominating, unsafe.
Visibility = control = danger.

Anyone quiet / detached → secretly judging me.
Silence = disapproval = danger.

Guy with a clean/lifted pickup → superficial, womanizing, fake worker.
Display = deception = danger.

People who look like me/ act like me → annoying, embarrassing, not worth being around.
Similarity = reflection = self-disgust = danger.

Typos / bad grammar → unintelligent, careless.
Error = incompetence = danger.

“Plastic” woman → shallow, cruel, status-driven.
Artificial = untrustworthy = danger.

Dyed hair / visibly queer person → politically rigid, ready to attack.
Difference = scrutiny = danger.

Feminist woman → would hate me for being cis/white/male.
Ideology = rejection = danger.

(Even though I’m gay, I still think this way — not by choice, but by reflex. I know it’s a shitty perspective. That’s why I’m writing this.)

Frat boy → dumb/aggressive.
Group = mob = danger.

Muscular guy → bully.
Strength = dominance = danger.

Pretty woman → emotionally unsafe, judgmental, out of my league.
Attractiveness = rejection = danger.

I was never diagnosed with BPD, but I seriously think I might have it. The way my brain sorts people is wild.

I don’t “decide” to think in binaries — it just happens. The world around me falls into absolutes.

I label people instantly, based just on how they look to me:

I use it to organize my thoughts. Specifically, parsing my rambling word vomit and trying to put it together in a way that makes more sense. Then I take that and edit it further.

CUPCAKE OF SUSPENSEFUL CORPULENCE

My initials are now G.O.D.