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Writetober 2. Disguise

I wrote a cutesy one about Lucifer and Crowley.  This is shortly after Crowley discovers what Bathtime is.  He is still adorable.

Anyway.

Word count: 50 words.  I did it?

Lucifer couldn’t disguise his horror when Crowley splashed him with water.  Even with the cute squeals from Crowley, Lucifer hated water.  Lucifer groaned as Crowley did it again.  Why did he agree to supervise bath time again?  Oh yeah, because if left alone, Crowley liked to flood the bathroom.  Shit.

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Writings of 2020

Here be all the October 2020 prompty post things.  Brain no worky - brain fry.  Take some links instead.

Writetober 2020

1. Scroll 2. Disguise 3. Cricket 4. Key 5. Bow 6. Orange 7. Journey 8. Found 9. Tree 10. Whisper 11. Eternal 12. Boat 13. Sacrifice 14. Spell 15. Wolf 16. Vanish 17. Map 18. Cheer 19. Entwine 20. Millennium 21. Crave 22. Cup 23. River 24. Ephemeral 25. Fall 26. Forbidden 27. Bloom 28. Listen 29. Monster 30. Hill 31. Moon

Inktober 2020

1. Fish 2. Wisp 3. Bulky 4. Radio 5. Blade 6. Rodent 7. Fancy 8. Teeth 9. Throw 10. Hope 11. Disgusting 12. Slippery 13. Dune 14. Armor 15. Outpost 16. Rocket 17. Storm 18. Trap 19. Dizzy 20. Coral 21. Sleep 22. Chef 23. Rip 24. Dig 25. Buddy 26. Hide 27. Music 28. Float 29. Shoes 30. Ominous 31. Crawl

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Writetober 1. Scroll

Ah-ha-ha!  I told you I’d be back with more nonsense writings.  This one comes from the day 1 prompt for Writetober 2020.  I will make a meta-post in a bit with a link to all the prompts as I complete them.  For now, take my submission for Writetober day 1.  I have a backlog of Inktober ones to finish, but I have almost caught up for writetober.  Whoops?

Anyway.  Words.  Here.   Word Count: 50 words on the nose.  Yey!

There were no books on how to rule Hell, and there certainly weren’t any manuals.  Lucifer didn’t really care about either, personally.  He mostly just went with the flow.  What he wished he had a scroll on right now, however, was how parenting worked.  How was he supposed to know?

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A Few Thoughts

First: If you’re here for more of Inktober or Writetober soundbites: they’re coming.  This past month has been horrifically chaotic and I haven’t been near a computer.  Pain meds make my head loopy and stringing words together that aren’t this is a bit too hard still.  I’ll post some tomorrow or the day after, hopefully.

Please allow me to take a few minutes of your time on this day after National Coming Out Day. It has taken me until now to really put my feelings into words my feelings surrounding this day.  Please excuse me if this seems a bit train-of-thought, but I feel like if I let myself edit it too much I won’t be able to communicate the struggles (and joys) that have come with being part of the LGBT+ community and similarly, staying part of a church. To begin: To all my LGBTQ+ friends who feel unsafe in partaking in this day, I love you, and please stay safe.  If you ever want to talk away from people, I’m here and I’m all ears.

For those of you who don't already know, I'm bisexual.  I'm a bisexual Asexual.  I'm married to the beautiful Tiffany, and I'm happy.   I've known since I was young that I didn't just like boys.  Growing up in the Christian bubble like I did, I never said anything until I was in college.  At University of Cincinnati, I met this boy who was very kind and open.  We talked about everything, and I finally admitted to feelings both ways.  It was absolutely freeing.  I had a safe space with that small group of friends who didn't judge me for my sexuality. I spent six years in that relationship and I feel like those who surrounded me at the time with love helped me to this day understand myself. I'm not going into how I've come to terms as Ace, but know it wasn't until last year that I finally stopped feeling absolutely broken and that something was wrong with me (thanks to a small app called Tik Tok where people get strangely open about these things). Near the end of my relationship, I was part of a children's camp for inner city youth to help bridge the gaps in summer reading.  That was when I met Tiffany.  Tiffany had a son and was assigned to assist in my room at the camp.  I swore up and down she was older than I was (she had a kid, my brain was like "I don't have a kid therefore she must be older), and it was solidified by the fact she's a wee bit more mature.  I just chalked it up to life experience.  It wasn't until later that year I realized she was four years younger.  She and I became fast friends (once we started talking) and stayed friends over the school year.  When my trip to Israel came about, I spoke to her almost as much as my boyfriend at the time. Shortly before Christmas, I broke things off with my boyfriend of six blissful years.  I had grown a lot in that relationship, and I'm still so happy I found both him and his group of friends. I stayed at college and spoke exclusively to about two people back home in Cincinnati.  Tiffany was one of them.  When I left Asbury and got a job at home in Cincinnati, I started spending more and more time at Tiff's house instead of going home.  By February of that year, I just stopped going back to my parents altogether and basically moved in.  By April that year, we started dating.

Yeah.  April.  She and I are coming up on six years together.  Surprise!

At the same time, I was still working at my church with the children.  I honestly felt like I was living a lie - coming home to a same sex relationship but working in a house of God.  It was a toxic situation since I was hearing from a few sides that there were people that I was working under were strongly against the inclusion of LGBT+ community within the church.  I was terrified of anyone finding out so I didn’t talk about it and eventually stepped away from my position and left the church for a lengthy period of time (I have still been attending a church in my neighborhood, don’t get me wrong!)  Honestly, I’ve still found it hard to return just from some of the toxic tales of people (even though some of them are no longer there).  

If you’re wondering what getting together with Tiffany was like and what led me to realize I liked her?  That’s a funny story.  I didn’t know I was crushing on her at the time.  It was one late night drive that I finally realized.  She was telling me about a new crush she had without using names, and I felt my heard drop into my stomach.  I HAD NO IDEA UNTIL THEN I LIKED HER TOO, Y’ALL.  Love is weird.  Love is strange.  But we fit together so well.

A few weeks later, I got a random text from her telling me that the person she was crushing on was me.  I felt elated.  We proceeded to start dating a few weeks later.

Fun Fact: I broke up with Tiffany a month before Christmas a few years ago.  I moved out, and into my own apartment (those of you who remember the apartment, I broke up with her a week before I officially moved in there).  I ended up staying there maybe two weeks over the year my brother and I co-owned that apartment.  I felt strange when I moved out though.  I was incomplete, I was sad, and I hated having Tiff by my side.

I couldn’t live my life without her suddenly.

So come Christmas, I bought a necklace and a teddy bear and asked her to marry me.  (Forget just getting back together.  I went straight to “Will you marry me?”)  Obviously, she said yes.

We got married a little less than six months later.

I guess what I’ve been trying to say is being part of this community has it’s highs and lows.  I’ve found a soulmate who I can’t live without.  I’ve found love and I’ve found I’m not broken.

However, I have seen some horrific discrimination and judgements within the community itself and outside.

If you take nothing else from this tale, then please understand this: It is not a choice.  Love is Love, and love who you were meant to love.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.  I love you all!  (And you’re all safe here on this blog.)

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Inktober 2020 (Fish)

After almost a year, I’m back at it with more Inktober writings.  I’ll also be posting Writetober prompts as well.  So that’s two updates a day or I might work both prompts into one story.  I dunno yet.  Either way, I hope you enjoy what writing comes at y’all.

As a preamble, I’ve planned to turn Lucifer Rising into a Trilogy.  It’ll make sense later, but this prompt itself is from the third as of yet unnamed book, focusing on two “new” main characters who play side characters in the other two.  So now you get to meet one of the two.

As it is, I hope you enjoy.

Inktober Day 1: Fish

Word Count: 51 words. I ALMOST MADE IT THIS TIME.

Alister admittedly didn’t like water very much.  In fact, it brought nothing but foul memories of a past life.  However, he was always drawn to the streams and waters in Nero’s gardens.  He watched as a pair of fish swam by, and wondered if he’d ever have a companion as well.

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in case you ever wanted to know what mambo number 5 sounds like with all the instruments (including the drums) replaced with bike horns 

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Did I just make a story concept using a bag of bugels and Snapchat? Maybe.

Considering making this my story for nano this month or November. What do you think tumblr?

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Sorrow and Grief

An unedited thought poem by Larsa.

I can’t seem to process.

There’s a party going on downstairs

Drunk and high

I’ve done both today- very uncharacteristic of me

I can’t eat

I can’t breathe

My wife puts a child to bed

I want to scream

I’m all alone

I’m always so alone.

Fuck. I miss you.

I want to wake up

I want to feel numb

Instead I grieve

Sorrow alone

Guilt will follow me

A call not made

I sob alone

Fuck. I miss you.

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“Breathe looks like a thin, cropped tank top with mesh panels to keep the user cool. While it’s normally tight fighting, Breathe contains a smart alloy material called Nitone that, when electrified, loosens the garment. It’s battery operated and can be adjusted with a remote controller, so the user can discreetly change how tight the binding is – there’s no need to change their clothing or go into a private space in order to take a break. There’s also an optional feature that will automatically loosen the device when the user is playing a sport.”

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The best kind of fishing!

“Beam me up, human”

(via)

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Time to make bread.

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Car sex just got a helluva lot easier.

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So I've been working on a campaign for a D&D knockoff. It's only my second actual game of the rpg style and my first time as a DM. I have questions I'm working through if anybody is willing to lend a helping hand to answer a few newbie questions I'd be forever greatful! Thanks!

Especially combat mechanics and character creations (how do I calculate my starting health???)

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I made these in response to hate crimes in my community. They are full size and free to download and print if you’d like to use them, too.

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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.