#blogger lore

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Honestly what's keeping me going in this very moment is the idea that someday relatively soon I will absolutely inundate your dash with pictures of literally every single pokemon and it won't matter if I do it in the least obtrusive way possible because that's still 1025 (one thousand. TwenTy Five (enunciate that)) individual crochet works of art that I will Make You See. Imagine the chaos.

[iamdyeing]

Another unfortunate incident where the tumblr accent/dialect shows; I told this guy I'm seeing that if he keeps it (complimenting me) up, I was gonna have to get him pregnant. Got him hootin' and hollerin' with that one

[fridaynightgrimmdark]

So fun fact I've got dementia in my family for much the same reason, my grandma and her older sister developed it at about the same time which says it's environmental exposure and not genetic.

Now, the dementia on its own sucked, but they also had 3 other problems

1) they hated each other

2) they were escape prone

3) we live in a smaller area with only a couple dementia care facilities.

What this ended up meaning was they briefly landed themselves in the same "Maximum security" dementia ward, before spotting each other across the room and running after each other with steel folding chairs WWE style.

We had warned them in advance that they hated each other but I don't think they fully understood the gravity of what that meant.

They did after that night and they had to be put in two separate units across the county from each other.

They both passed away in 2020 but it was a wild ride while they were still in unit.

when doctors ask if i have any history of cancer in my family and i have to say that yes my grandmother had 2 types of gastrointestinal cancer and they're like oh wow okay so we'll keep an eye out for that but i'm like no it was probably just all the nuclear radiation and they're like ok hm ok what the fuck do you mean and it's very weird seeing the look on american doctors' faces when you have to explain to them that believe it or not atomic bombs were dropped on this earth 2 generations ago and it did have consequences

[imafuckinstar]

sorry for the inactivity on the blog today i just accidentally made out with an internet famous hot firefighter purely because he was giving me percy jackson vibes irl

[littlemissshifter]

just got a random memory from my better cr???? I was just trying to sleep????? Someone tried to knock me off my hoverboard and then I cursed him six ways to Sunday?????

[fridaynightgrimmdark]

Don't forget, you can be plus size and also need mobility aids. Both are totally normal. I've got ehlers and PCOS, so does my mom and she's in a wheel chair. We have to fight constantly for her to be comfortable in public spaces, which is made even more difficult by her also having agoraphobia problems. Our area is notoriously ableist for people with mobility issues, and she has been pushed, shoved and nearly run over more times than I can count.

If you are in a situation where the place you are in was not built or designed with you in mind, THAT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. The built world is meant to accommodate all bodies, and I'm sorry it can be an issue for some of us.

Stay safe out there💛

As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."

"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."

It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

Bro really said ":O"

you would too if u had all this happen to you

[mxmorbidmidnight]

⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹

𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑃𝐸𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅

ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛋ ᛗ ᛏ ᛜ ᛚ

I greet thee dear, welcome to my blog. I am The Shapeshifter, The Wizard Goose, Plague upon John of England *menacing honking*. I am a Witch and a feral beast. I spend these days in which I suspend casting runes, spitting tricksome prophecies and harassing the English monarchy. How I have come here I know not, but joyous I am to converse with thee. I hope thou may find a thing of sorts here, whether it be comfort, whimsy, disturbance or perhaps the cup of dice.

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I am called many names. Shapeshifter. Versipellis, Gestaltwandler, ilcruthach, Vormveranderaar. All words meaning Shapeshifter. As well as Werewolverine, Lovecat, Dracaena, She-wolf and Jackalope Hare. These names I did snatch into my claws while doing historical, mythological, folkloric and etymological research. If you wish to know the etymology and history of these names look upon this post

🕸️What art thou to call me? however you please. Choose one in the previous list or assign me thine own title. As long as it is done with respect I shalt answer. To be given a name is a great honour. 🕸️

⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹

I fall under the definition of nonhuman, I take many forms. Most notably a goose. Much of the posting thou may see upon here is I, The Mighty Goose, Plague upon John of England violently honking or screeching in Shakespearean. I often find myself taking forms such as that of a siren, Dracaena, Wolverine, Harpy, Jaguar, Bin Chicken, Hyena and jackrabbit. The forms in which I might take are boundless as the ways of water across this sphere. For I am whatever I please.

ᛐᛜᚢᚦ

☾ I bear connection to mythological and folkloric shapeshifters, as to be they are ballads of myself or perhaps a close friend ☽

My gender is fluid. The pronouns I do favour art he/she/it, preferably alternating between the three as I cannot be confined by one singular. I am polyamorous and queer. OOooOooOh hOnK hOnK

As of now I am writing The Shapeshifter. A ballad describing my identity. Here you may find what of it has been released. For the past four years I have been crafting a novel series. It is influenced by folklore and mythology, containing queer, nonhuman and disabled characters.

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑆

The Shapeshifter's lament (part of the Shapeshifter)

The Shapeshifter

Vivamus Moriendium Est

Fight Dog

The Verdict

𝑀𝑌 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐿

Lore

Character intro

I am disabled and neurodiverse. I have FND, tourettes and POTs and I am a cane user (in need of a wheelchair but unable to access). I have OCD, ADHD, sensory processing and likely autism. I will often post about disability advocacy on this blog. I am apart of the goth subculture (my favourite bands art The Cure, Inkubus Sukkubus, Sisters of mercy, Bauhaus, Scary Bitches, Coctaeu twins). I am interested in classical literature, History, Folklore, Paganism, vulture culture, Etymology, Shakespeare and gothic horror. I will on occasion post images of my goth makeup upon this platform. I art a minor, be freaky and thou shalt be CURSED I say! grime of a chicken hearted mutt upon thee for thou art liver bellied and foul as a cattle foot in a yew stump.

ReQUESTS (honk)

The Challenge of the goose, tis a challenge where I the tricksome goose shalt grant thee a riddle. Simply request for one in mine ask box or say "I call upon the challenge of the goose". I will trial thee with a riddle I have written, if thou does succeed I shalt grant thee an honorary goose title.

In addition if thou art curious about my writing, identity as a shapeshifter or wish to ask me any questions, do so. Tis no reason for shame, inquiry and curiosity about what we do not understand is a wonderful thing.

Goth resources

Boundaries:

I AM A MINOR!!!! I will not private message with adults, adults can interact with my blog but private messaging is off the table. DNI: perverts and bigots. I don’t mind images of dead animals as long as it isn’t a dead goose. Please don’t send me pictures of dead, injured or cooked geese.

Tags:

#the shapeshifter's riddles : my poems

#morbid lore : to do with my ongoing ye olde goose feud with the entirety of Britland.

#challenge of the goose: answering riddle requests

#morbid memes: memes I have made myself (as seen below, mostly to do with geese)

#morbid's gaggle : interactions with moots

#morbid midnight : I tend to tag all my posts under this tag.

#morbid Reblogs

And now I must return to unionising the cows under lesbianism against John of England. Upon thee I wish plentiful fruit, soft sun upon thine cheek, much bounty and many adventures to seek. May the skin of your palms be coarse to the Strike of a bramble. So says The Shapeshifter

[vixxensvoid]

lmaooo I love YouTube comments

The fucking betterhelp one is so ironic 😭 they suck ass

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Not that I think you can accurately psychoanalyze someone based on the art they make, but there's something to be said about the fact that in games I tend to play summoner types (has a bunch of minions, controls many creatures, that type of thing) and in real life I am here with my. Hundreds of yarn pokemon.

[alaskavanesightings]

Marked // Yeso , NM

[horrordollmortuary]

archived material from the morute pipeline

i was unwell on bumble and fully leaned into my delusions

this is historical documentation

[smalltownsylph]

Trisha paytas was and will continue to be a motherrr form me cuz she’s just so real and honestly like? Bffr her story is so inspiring and also…

After all she’s been through she like literally deserves this so much…and also I hope that I can be as real and unapologetic as her. There are so many girls/ppl like me that don’t have the privilege to let their voices be as heard as much as I do so I take this opportunity that I got as a mission to always speak my truth and be as unapologetic as possible. Want my advice? Be warned in advance cuz im not playing arounddddd babe. (Also don’t be scared … unless you’re a boy)Anyways … whole ass rant bye

Xo sylphette

[sisilovespink]

my lore is lowkey fucking diabolical

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

Sorry but Metal calling Sonic "Flesh Sonic" is just too funny

:3

[dailypokemoncrochet]

When I'm crocheting, Saturn my cat likes to rest her head in the crook of my arm. A lot of the time she will end up just resting or wiggling on my arm while the strings of yarn I'm working with slide above her. She sometimes watches them very intently, but she knows not to bite or paw at them and seems to understand that these are MY strings and not hers to play with.

One of her favorite ways to play is I have a very long string that I throw past her and drag it slowly back to me while she watches it go by. Occasionally she will bite at and smack it when the end gets close to her. Eventually she will start actively chasing the string, but for a long time she will just want to watch it slide past her. She meows and gets in my face when I stop, but as soon as I resume the throwing/dragging string, she goes back to her spot to loaf and watch.

So now I wonder if she thinks of string-watching as an activity we both enjoy and that me crocheting is my version of playing by myself.