Hi, I’m Spaghetti and I’m currently 16 (November 18th), I go by they/them and I’m autistic.
𝜗𝜚 - I love making art—from drawing, to painting, to music, to writing and more. I’m a bassist and I’ve been playing for nearly 5 years now.
𝜗𝜚 - I enjoy lots of music genres, and my favorite musician ever is David Ellefson!
𝜗𝜚 - Currently really interested in renaissance art, Greek gods and seals.
I do take requests, but under the following rules:
. No incest
. Nothing related to piss, poop, vomit (kink wise, other that is not related to that, I’m fine)
. No romanticized pedophilia (nor anything ending with -philia)
𝜗𝜚 - other stuff that is nothing related to any of the above statements, I’m completely fine, as such as: smut (with/without kinks), fluff, hurt/agnst, I’m not sure if I could write murder? I could always try, and also age gaps.
( ၴႅၴ art & main: theunfrgiv3n (Instagram)
( ၴႅၴ writing: Spgheteee (ao3)
( ၴႅၴ general: theunfrgiv3n (TikTok)
My link tree for all my other socials here !
My discord is also @theunfrgiv3n !
God watches with teeth. Every breath I take feels peeled, every thought a trespass. I was born already wrong, wired for fire, taught to kneel before love that punishes. My sin is entrenched, carved into me by hymns and eyes that never blink. I don’t pray anymore. I implore. And even then, I wait for the slap, not the pity.
I love Him like a blade to the throat, beautiful, agonizing, inevitable. My chest splits open at the thought of Him, ribs pried wide for a light that burns more than it warms. I whisper His name and taste ash. I tremble not from doubt, but from the awful ache of knowing He sees me, every flaw, every filth, and still demands my adoration. I would crawl to His altar with bleeding hands, if only to feel worthy of the terror.
I rot for forgiveness and understanding, pleading for acceptance, and yet, my pleas are only answered with silence.
PHIL AND DIMEBAGGGG AMBATAKUMMM,,, i have another phil/dime fic idea, might post this week as well. Now, real freaky pantera yaoi bellow
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrell
Summary:
After Phil loses a fight in a bar, him and Dime head back to Dime's place to patch up and cool off. After a little talk, the sight of blood on Phil's face is a real turn on for Dime, and one thing leads to another and they end up getting caught fucking in the kitchen by Vinnie.
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1990
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65984050
David looks bonita
I already posted this on X
Gay LA Metal 💄
Byzantaine (Dave mustaine byzantine)
Still a wip