NameGRIM
Age18
Pronounsany
Time Zone-3:00
Star Signvirgo
CountryBrasil

ABOUT ME ⊛ ⌨

A highly distractible furry with an endless supply of internet knowledge, hyperfixations, and way too many open tabs. Expect niche lore, unhinged tangents, and an undying love for the weird corners of the web.My fursonas are like the three voices in my head, inspired by a Chonny’s Jash Album. Kiiro is the heart, emotional and impulsive. Talbain is the mind, overthinking and cynical. Tanya is the soul, pure chaos and creativity. Together, they’re a messy, contradictory balance—just like me.Oh yeah. And there is also The Vessel. Grim. That weird ass Maned Wolf.

⸺⸻⸻ INPUT: 1000V-2040V 0.75A-0.4A 〠 50-60Hz ⸻⸻⸺

⸺⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✙ OUTPUT:12V == 3A ✙ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸺

LIKES 🖒

  • Listening to music

  • Deep internet dives

  • Late-night conversations

  • writing and talking about oc's

  • you!

INTERESTS ☺

  • psychology!

  • arts of all sorts

  • philosophy

  • books (da good ones)

  • ficction in general

FUN FACTS 𝌭

  • I have 4 fursonas

  • im neurodivergent

  • you can chat with me!

  • T4NY4 w4z h3r3

  • Bananas are radioactive

⟺ STAMPS & OTHER THINGS! ⟺

⟺ WHY IM I AWAY ⟺

Hey, Talb the Mind here. I figured I should clear the air about something, especially for those who’ve known us for a while. Kiiro—the heart of this whole mess—isn’t gone, but he’s been through a shift. A deep one. He’s in the middle of a revival, a personal rewrite. You know how sometimes, after everything burns down, something calmer and clearer grows in its place? That’s where he’s at. And part of that shift means he’s realized he’s aroace—aromantic and asexual. That hypersexual, flirty energy that used to bleed into everything he did? It probably won't show as often as it did.And if you’re someone who used to bond with him over that flirty or freaky energy—please don’t feel rejected or like the friendship is any less real. He’s still here. He still wants to be your friend. He still loves goofing around, still has too many feelings, still wants to hold space for the people that matter. This isn’t a door closing—it’s just a door shifting to a different room. One with softer lighting and way less chaos.Also, on a completely unrelated note: our phone is absolutely fucked. I was on a mid-existential thought spiral, tripped over my own overthinking, and the phone got yeeted into the street... just in time for a car to flatten it like it owed someone money. So yeah, if you messaged and didn’t get a reply, blame the road.so yea.