Sunnyjack
Moon
- Joined
- Jan 26, 2025
It’s been a long night, hasn’t it?
And a long day after it.
And another long night.
And a longer day still.
The sun screeches over the horizon, its rancid breath gnawing the land into nothing. Then, the moon dances, baring its sinful shoulders, and dragging us all into oblivion with it.
And throughout it all….
I’m still here.
With that opening, I introduce: the insomniac’s ballad, a 24 hour thread playing off of my own chronic habits as an insomniac. The idea is that any time, you can step into the den of “the insomniac,” a masked nobody who exists beyond space, time, and reason. What is most curious about the insomniac, and what most notice, is the velvet-laced reminder that hangs around them:
“ANYTHING GOES.”
Leaving your discretion at the door, the insomniac will indulge even your guiltiest pleasure, your deepest sin. You see…the insomniac seems to feed on them, absorbing your indulgences, and in turn, rewarding your candidacy. Play a game of cards, tell them your woes, or take his odd abilities for a spin and let him whip you up a fantasy forged from your simplest pleasures, to your most base desires….the insomniac’s den is always open.
✩☽ THE 411✩☽
As the above suggests, “anything goes”. This is a way not only to brush off my rust, kill some time, and get to know my fellows, but also to test out limits and a get a feel for the style of those around me. As a result, go as hard, or as soft, as you like. There will be no set kinks, limits, or anything else—come exactly as you are, with your heart on your sleeve…or not, the insomniac doesn’t mind them coin. For a bit of fun and immersion, (if you want to, that is), approach me in character. For example, “Dear Insomniac, I’ve been having this reoccurring dream of being tied up in a ruby red room that’s been driving me mad….they say you’re the best at what you do—can you help me resolve these dreams, and the sweats they cause me?”
I’ll, of course, answer as the insomniac, the mysterious never sleeping weaver. Of course you can just approach me normally too, no particular skin off my nose.
With all of that said….
✦Would you kindly have a drink with a poor sinner?✦
And a long day after it.
And another long night.
And a longer day still.
The sun screeches over the horizon, its rancid breath gnawing the land into nothing. Then, the moon dances, baring its sinful shoulders, and dragging us all into oblivion with it.
And throughout it all….
I’m still here.
With that opening, I introduce: the insomniac’s ballad, a 24 hour thread playing off of my own chronic habits as an insomniac. The idea is that any time, you can step into the den of “the insomniac,” a masked nobody who exists beyond space, time, and reason. What is most curious about the insomniac, and what most notice, is the velvet-laced reminder that hangs around them:
“ANYTHING GOES.”
Leaving your discretion at the door, the insomniac will indulge even your guiltiest pleasure, your deepest sin. You see…the insomniac seems to feed on them, absorbing your indulgences, and in turn, rewarding your candidacy. Play a game of cards, tell them your woes, or take his odd abilities for a spin and let him whip you up a fantasy forged from your simplest pleasures, to your most base desires….the insomniac’s den is always open.
✩☽ THE 411✩☽
As the above suggests, “anything goes”. This is a way not only to brush off my rust, kill some time, and get to know my fellows, but also to test out limits and a get a feel for the style of those around me. As a result, go as hard, or as soft, as you like. There will be no set kinks, limits, or anything else—come exactly as you are, with your heart on your sleeve…or not, the insomniac doesn’t mind them coin. For a bit of fun and immersion, (if you want to, that is), approach me in character. For example, “Dear Insomniac, I’ve been having this reoccurring dream of being tied up in a ruby red room that’s been driving me mad….they say you’re the best at what you do—can you help me resolve these dreams, and the sweats they cause me?”
I’ll, of course, answer as the insomniac, the mysterious never sleeping weaver. Of course you can just approach me normally too, no particular skin off my nose.
With all of that said….
✦Would you kindly have a drink with a poor sinner?✦