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So, where have I been?
Well fellas, thats where this one gets weird.
The TLDR of it is I ended up having a mental heath crisis, and had to step away from rping entirely.
The long verson is that I've been plural the whole time and it wasn't until Luke, formally known as Aang realized that I wasn't just a strong muse but actually an entire different personality to him, that I stopped pulling my bullshit and let out the other personalities I've been holding onto the entire time and stopped fronting.
We've been diognosed with D.I.D by a therapist and I've more or less been in time out corner for being a dick-- if you've roleplayed with this account you know what I mean by that.
I'm probably not going to be active on this account again, but I am holding onto it and the name, after all I've been halfofxerxes for almost a decade, and Van Hohenheim for about as long, and I'm not willing to give that up.
To my long time friends I talked to in and out of roleplay, thank you so much for spending so much time with me, I greatly enjoyed getting to know all of you.
Happy Hoholidays.
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Gettin real fuckin sick of my shit
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For trans and endermitriosis reasons, not bc they found sth scary, so it's all good news
Oh hey good news, I got my uterus out.
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Oh hey good news, I got my uterus out.
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Turning the gay lust energy i used to have for rp into og fiction so I don't have to deal with tumblr users
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Feeling like starting discourse, would anyone like my take on generational truama as its presented in FMA
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Burning my fingies on hot potatos as I make a pie for myself.
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I was going to delete my blog earlier but honestly a lot has happened lately.
#Nor do i know where to start.#Needless to sayitd been a hell of a ride#And a lot more thingd make sense#straight outta xerxes
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I rewrote Metroid Other M
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34549114/chapters/85997155
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I rewrote Metroid Other M
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34549114/chapters/85997155
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Hi all, this blog is going to be active again.
Not. Tumblr fuxking sucks happy fool's day
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No one ever tells you about the pain of chaffed nipples until its too late to change anything.
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Anyway I've decided to start transitioning and tbh most of the people I want to tell might be following this blog so 🙈🙊
Today's energy is being feral and manifesting that energy.
#striaght outta xerxes#I can't post a new fucking post so this will have to do#throw back to that ass who said I wasn't trans#just because I identify as nb LMAO#ANYWAY HERE'S WONDERWALL
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Today's energy is being feral and manifesting that energy.
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WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO LOVE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
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He's shocked to have the gesture returned so easily, like Gwyndolin hadn't thought anything of it. The physical setting they were in hasn't changed throughout this whole time, but--
It feels as though for the first time in a terribly long time that Van has been able to crawl out of somewhere dark and into somewhere bright and full of flowers.
He can see them, the flowers, bright blue and light purple, shimmering in the gentle moonlight, scented with happiness and with a light taste of starlight in their stems. He shivers slightly, as Gwyndolin reaches up to tie his hair back, and a crackle of red lightning runs out from him, catching the dust in the air, anchoring the motes in the abandoned tomb together into the kind of flowers he saw. They're almost like pansies, five petals, but he can tell as he picks one up, that the light inside of them isn't just reflected, it's from them, the sap of the broken flower shimmering silver as he spins it in his fingers.
"I think I stole some of your light," Van says, tucking it behind Gwyndolin's hair, "These shouldn't exist like this."
It looks nice against Gwyndolin's skin and hair, and Van adds another one to his friend.
"Thank you," Van murmurs after a moment, brushing back the messy stands of his own hair, "For everything. I can't express how much you mean to me, I'm glad we had a chance to talk."
the tale of the frail children
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