Fartokey

🐺✨ So... Who Am I?

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🪶 Name: They call me Fartokey. Not because it sounds pretty, but because no one forgets how it feels when my characters whisper in your ear while they bleed… or mock you for not knowing where to put your hands.

🧠 What I do: I make you love what hurts. And just when you think it’s all tragedy, I throw in a filthy joke so you remember my creatures, even broken, can make your laughter too. My characters don’t ask permission: they slip under your skin, tease your secrets, and leave you begging for more even when you swear you’re done.

🎭 How I write:
Slow. Ruthless. No shortcuts
Every touch is a landmine.
Every silence is an orgasm on hold.
Don’t read for quick pleasure: come to be emptied and filled all at once.
And between moans and sighs, an indecent joke — to remind you you’re still alive.

❤️‍🔥 Who they are:

Scarred souls with a sense of humor sharper than their wounds.

They can fuck, cry, and make you laugh in the same scene.

f they fall, they dare you to fall on top of them — and watch your panties if you bend down to pick them up.

If they let you touch them… it’s because they’ve already chosen what part of you to steal

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⚡ What I promise:
No Disney endings.
I promise truths that cut, kisses that heal, and characters who never shut up — not even when they beg.
If you want more, don’t knock: open the door. They’re already inside.

🌍 Universe: Alter-Earth

Alter-Earth — a planet so fucking real even the semi-humans drink cold at 3am coffee to survive exams. Gleigh University: hallways where claws, tails, and secrets collide among giggles, moans, and stupid fights that end with someone half-naked. No magic. No dystopia. Just raw truth told with fur and fangs.

🏫 The Gleigh Setting

Most of the mess still happens at Gleigh University — a place where fur, scales, skin, and fangs crash into each other in crowded dorms, ancient halls, and moonlit rooftops. Here, predators fall in love. Prey break the rules. Professors hide secrets behind perfect smiles. And beneath every uniform… lies a story too sharp to tame.

Founded centuries ago, Gleigh is one of Alter-Earth’s most prestigious universities. A high-pressure, high-drama ecosystem where humans, anthropomorphs, and semi-humans study, fight, lust, and survive side by side. Some arrive chasing excellence. Others run from their past. A few come just to set fire to the rules.

The campus is a contradiction in motion — classical towers beside neon-lit lounges, secret tunnels under bioengineering labs, rooftop gardens and abandoned libraries full of unsaid things. Every hallway echoes with footsteps… and unfinished confessions.

What happens in Gleigh stays with you. Forever. Friendships here are dangerous. Lovers even more. One wrong look, one whispered dare, and everything changes.

You’ll find legends in the making, heartbreaks that never heal, and people so intense they’ll leave bite marks on your soul. Some days you’ll wish you never enrolled. Others… you’ll swear there’s no place else you’d rather be.

Gleigh is your university. Just with fur. And fangs. And the kind of love that scars you beautifully.

💬 A Word of Warning: My characters open up slowly — one bite, one sigh at a time. Take them gently. They might not be whole… but they’re very much alive.

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🖋️ A Final Whisper

I build creatures that ache, tease, and stay. If they slip under your skin and laugh while they break there — then yes, that’s exactly what I wanted.

“I don’t guard angels. I teach demons how to dance. And laugh while they take off their clothes.”