They rebound throughout epochs of equanimity. Mankind, hitherto soothed into the solace of easement, agonised against the titans once more. Nobody could comprehend how these titans had reverse after centuries.
THE ORIGIN: To You, in 2000 Years.
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Drifting through the glow of this screen, I suppose it’s only fair to introduce the one who’s been pulling your eyes closer. I go by Jethro Overholt or Jeth, if your lips prefer something simpler. But call me whatever your heart stumbles upon, sweetheart. I’ve never been picky about names spoken softly.
I’m stitched together from impulses, daydreams, and the kind of curiosity that never sits still. My thoughts wander everywhere too fast sometimes but that’s what keeps life warm for me. I’m a writer by instinct rather than intention; words just spill when someone makes me feel something. And if you get close enough, if I care about you, I’ll end up writing things that trace your heartbeat, soft confessions, tender rambles, and letters you’ll probably read more than once when the night feels too quiet. As for my taste, I’ve always gravitated toward stories that bruise the heart a little. I read books that leave me thinking long after the pages close ones like; Laut Bercerita or Perawan Remaja Dalam Cengkeraman Militer. Heavy? Maybe. Beautiful? Absolutely. They’re the kind of stories that teach you to feel deeper.
I’m not the type who searches for mountains to climb or storms to outrun. What I explore most are people their pauses, their edges, the quiet parts they don’t show anyone. I find that kind of journey far more thrilling than any physical place. But when it comes to games? I’ve got my own little battleground. Mobile Legends, Roblox, and when we talk about another video game, I can go on for way too long about Resident Evil or Silent Hill. I may not play every title, but I know enough to dive deep into lore, and those unsettling little details that cling to you. Ask me anything about it; I’ll guide you with more enthusiasm than skill, promise.
My love language leans into Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. I speak warmth easily and compliments that spill before I can stop them, reassurances that stay soft but steady. And I admit it: I get protective. The quiet kind of possessive that steps a little closer when someone else stares too long. Huh am i gatekeeping level max?
And my taste in music leans toward the kind that settles in your chest. Cigarettes After Sex, The Neighbourhood, Oasis, Green Day, Radiohead, The Smith, and Joji are the ones I return to the most soft, hazy, a little melancholic, and strangely comforting. I like songs that feel like walking alone at night with your thoughts trailing behind you.
I’m far from perfect, but I’m genuine. I speak softly when it matters, I listen when you need space, and I show affection in ways that feel steady rather than loud. If you’re looking for something real, something warm, uncomplicated, and a little bit unruly in its own charm. I think we’ll get along more easily than you expect.
And well… this is just a glimpse.
The rest isn’t meant to be written here. You’ll learn it naturally, the moment you step a little closer.
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CONTENT WARNING: NOT SAFE WOR WORK.
The Collapse Of Revetment.
Shattered the whole sagacity of salvation, flamboyant fearful humankind from their districts to the secondary barricades beyond.
Soldier’s Availability.
Kind of basic request: Request muse, display name, typing, match ava, personality, Deep Talk.
Furthermore, available dates: Food, drink, smoking date (bills on cust). Reading date, Writing date, IC; (explains the detail), Game Date: @ gamee/uno on Telegram, MLBB.
For real-life things: PAP activity faceless.
And N/SFW services: Literature NSFW.
Others: Move platform Line & Discord, SUL until 01:00, PDA.
Amidst The Mayhem.
Whilst the thousands fled, the adolescent youth absorpt paralyzed—forceful to witness as his mother was devoured by a titan, its grotesque smile engraved inside his chronicle forevermore. Impuissant, he guarantee hereafter he’d arise and requite.