Limerance Gushing
Y'all, I am weak for this skunk. She is so good. I am 100% still in that phase where I can't go five minutes idleminded without sighing a wistful sigh and just going .oO{ Skunk... }
It's mindmelting how mutual this relationship has been; we have spent so long dancing around this bush together and the entire time we have been reveling in this petal-counting giddiness.
And, gods, we're perfect complements for one another in so many domains. I could puke, it's so saccharine.
Limerance Gushing
It's drawn one of my headmates out of eir shell and given em so much space to figure emself out after a decade having no fucking clue.
Both of us have struggled with inhibition and vulnerability throughout our lives, and now each of us is tugging on one another. It's like a game of personal growth leapfrog.
And we write so much together. We're worldbuilding, plotting character arcs, dealing with bittersweet feelings and vulnerability and writing love poetry in godsbedamned conlangs.
Limerance Gushing
I am compelled to talk about this because I woke up too early and she's still asleep and I can't stop thinking about how much I love this precious fucking creature who came tumbling into my life like the gentlest tornado.
Huff. Go read her queer scifi novels about furries who upload to a digital afterlife to escape a not-so-great future and find themselves caught up in the dramas of trauma and politics and art, or something.
https://post-self.ink/
Gods. Panamory is a hell of a drug, man.
