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[transdid]

Welcome to transDID central!

This blog is for everything and everyone transDID! Transplurals, Transsinglets, TransOSDDs are also covered on occasion, but the focus here lies on transDID.

Call us Jester (it/ae), we'll mostly be infodumping about our own transition and any transDID related resources we can find, feel free to send us asks about your own transition and resources!

Collected resources:

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⛓️ABOUT ME & RULES ⛓️

🩸25 years old

🩸Straight

🩸Dominant

🩸I'm single

*not looking for a partner or permanent submissive at the moment- just here to express myself, enjoy some play, and make some friends along the way that enjoy the dark things I do.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None mostly. Goldfish slander, some minor injuries resulting from clumsiness, mentions of events from the show. Layla is here! We stan a healthy, happy divorced couple in this house >=\

A/N: There will be multiple chapters like these in this series, mostly dialogue and filler to help facilitate plot.

Taglist: @shirukitsune @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @bad4amficideas

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Chapter 4:

Old, Unhappy, Far-Off Things

"You guys can't keep doing this." Layla said over the phone.

"I know, I know." Marc sighed, running his hands through his hair. He haphazardly sprinkled some fish flakes into the tank to feed the ever chubby goldfish; looking at the glass to see Steven's reflection staring back at him, a frown creasing his features.

(Marc, you're going to make 'em pop!) Steven scolded.

"Well, how am I supposed to know how much to feed three goldfish?" Marc groaned.

"Steven told you the fish were gonna explode, eh?" Layla laughed softly.

"Yeah. Almost exactly that. I swear, I've never met a man who needs an emotional support fish." He replied, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, screwing the lid back onto the tiny container of nasty-smelling flakes.

(How dare you! Gus and his friends are members of this family! You're going to hurt their feelings!) Steven said, absolutely aghast at Marc's summary of how the little aquatic creatures fit into their lives.

(The other two don't even have names yet, hermanito.) Jake finally piped in, coming to co-front to see what all the fuss was about.

"But seriously, Marc. You have to take it easy. Just tell Khonshu to shove off and ignore his bony ass for a few days!" Layla sighed. Though they weren't married or intimate anymore, Layla still cared deeply for "her boys"; even Jake, to a point. Even if she didn't fully trust him, he was a part of Marc and Steven. Part of their system. She knew Jake was the protector. She knew that he was only violent when he absolutely had to be.

Or when Khonshu sent him after fresh targets. She still didn't like that.

"You think I haven't tried that?" Marc flopped onto the sofa, his hand resting over his face as he sighed.

"He's a god, Layla. It's not so easy to just say no."

"Taweret doesn't seem to have a problem with boundaries." She pointed out.

"Because Taweret is a big softie, Layla. She literally mothers you." Marc retorted with a grunt.

"Well… she is the goddess of motherhood. One of them, anyway." Layla conceded.

"And Khonshu is the god of being a tall, harping asshole who refuses to let me rest." Marc leaned back, closing his eyes as the leather on the sofa softly groaned under his weight.

"You think we like working for him, still? We don't. We need the suit, and people need to be kept safe..."

"Have you considered just… giving it all up? Telling Khonshu you're done? Just hang up the cape?" Layla hummed.

Marc could feel Steven and Jake fade into the background of the headspace, leaving him alone to his conversation with Layla, not enjoying the current topic at all. And it would be smarter to prevent a possible argument between Jake and Marc, right now. They had enough headaches.

"I already tried that, remember? Khonshu just used Jake before we knew he was here and had him kill Harrow."

"Right…"

"And besides…" Marc said, conspiratorially. "...I think he already has his sights set on another person to be a Moon Knight. And I don't know who it is, but I know he's going to hold it over my head. Steven, Jake and I would rather be dead than let some poor, innocent person see the shit we have."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"Okay… You obviously need a mental health break. Anyplace in particular you can go to get away from everything?"

"Well… there is one place. A little shop Steven found that's nearby." Marc replied.

"Is it a bookstore?" Layla laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Marc chuckled. "Some woman runs it. American, if you can believe that. Apparently the store was her aunt's or something and she inherited it from her when she died. Steven's built a bit of a rapport with her. Me too. Kinda. She also sells stuff like coffee, tea, snacks… kind of like a one-person cafe."

"She runs it alone?"

"Yeah, impressive actually. But, it's not always safe, I saw that the other day." Marc nodeed.

"Oh? What happened?" Layla asked, wholly invested now. They had a friend? She likely didn't know about their DID, but Marc, and by that extension Steven, and possibly Jake having friends was a win in Layla's book.

"Some abusive drunk ran in after his girlfriend. Apparently she hid his girlfriend in her flat upstairs when she came in covered with bruises and freaking out." Marc said, smiling a bit at remembering your tenacity and urge to protect somebody you didn't even know. Even Jake respected you after that. And Jake respects very few people.

But it proves you were a protector, like he was. Not to the same extent, but close.

"Sounds like a good person."

"She seems like one. I just hope she doesn't get herself into trouble with anymore–ah!" Marc hissed, dropping the phone and waving his hand in the air as pain whipped through his fingertips.

"Shit!" He cursed, picking up the phone again with his other hand. He glared at the red marks appearing in his palm.

"Marc? Are you okay? What happened?" Layla asked, her voice just a hair above worried.

"Yeah, just my fucking hands again. Last week it was my shins." He grunted.

"So either you're getting old," Layla teased. "Or a certain someone hurt themselves again."

"Yeah, just wish they'd quit it. It's really inconvenient."

"That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"What?" Marc asked, his brow furrowing as he watched the burning red marks blossom on his skin. Pretty, almost, if you were into that sort of messed-up body art.

"Marc, please don't tell me you haven't considered that every time you got hurt, your soulmate felt those pains, too?" Layla deadpanned with a sigh, most likely pinching the bridge of her nose. He could picture it now. She was probably pacing in the kitchen of her flat in Cairo; the sun illuminating her figure, making her curls glow in an amber light, highlighting her jaw as she frowned.

But the thought she triggered in his mind sent a stone dropping into his gullet. Had he really not considered that? He thought that maybe, being Moon Knight would… would dull the pains, or maybe negate them entirely. Or… was he just stupid and didn't put them into consideration?

If they can feel his pain, and he can feel theirs... what about when he…

But sometimes it felt redundant to think about and worry for someone he never met, but at the same time…

"Fuck." Marc hissed, wiping at his face.

"Oh, my gods! You haven't been careful at all have you?" Layla gasped.

"I…"

"Marc! You and the other two need to get it together and take it easy. You think you don't understand things? Imagine how your soulmate feels. They're probably going about their normal daily routines and feel it when you get shot! Oh gods, what about when we were in Egypt and you got impaled?" Layla murmured. "Gods, I almost forgot about… what about when you died? I don't even want to imagine what they felt."

Marc dropped back into the cushions staring blankly at the ceiling. She voiced the very thing he himself was hesitant to mention.

"I… I forgot about that, too." Marc said, his voice almost flat.

"I imagine they must have been confused when their mark reappeared."

"Fuck…" Marc groaned, feeling exhaustion suddenly creep into his body. But then, he jerked, gripping the back of his head. "Damn it!"

"Another pain?" Layla mused.

"God–yeah. Right in the back of my head." Marc grunted.

"Yikes. Your soulmate must not be having a good day." Layla chuckled.

"Whoever they are, they're accident-prone as all hell!" He grumbled, pouting as he rubbed the fresh sore spot.

"Pot callin' kettle, Maaaarc." Layla sang softly over the phone.

"Yeah, yeah. You sound like Steven."

"Good."

"Ugh, please don't say that." Marc said, a smirk cracking his mask of discomfort. "He's already nagging me."

"Okay, okay…" Layla quieted for a moment. "Hey, Marc?"

"Yeah?"

"I might take a trip to London. Maybe if I'm there, Taweret and I can run interference for you to give you a break." Layla suggested.

"Layla… You don't–"

"Already looking at plane tickets." She interrupted.

"Of course you are." Marc smiled. That was one of the things he loved about Layla when they first met. He was drawn to her. Her snark, her determination…

"Yeah. I'll pack a bag and hop the flight that leaves in a few hours."

"Wow, okay." Marc said, his eyes widening. "You're serious about this?"

"Who else is going to babysit you three and get Khonshu off your back if me and the Hippo Mama don't?" Layla jabbed playfully.

"Oh my god, you do not call her that." Marc snorted, shaking his head.

"She thinks it's a cute nickname. And she agrees with my plan, so…"

"Oh great. You two gonna just harp me and remind me to take my vitamins, too?"

"I mean, if we have to…"

"Ugh. You're impossible."

"But that's why everyone loves me!" Layla laughed.

"Sure, sure. And Layla?" Marc asked, looking at the mark on his wrist, a soft fond look in his eyes. It was blooming today, the rose.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, Marc. Go hang at that bookstore and get a coffee or something, yeah?"

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You hurried up the stairs and rushed to your oven, frantically cursing with each step as you hauled yourself up the stairs and into your flat.

You practically ripped the oven door open, coughing as smoke filled your nostrils as the burned pastries greeted you.

"Damn it!" You whine, slipping your oven mitt on and grabbing the small pan with one hand.

Your phone started ringing and you spun on your heels to glare at the offending object secured to the wall.

"Oh, shut up, you–"

You felt the pan tip when you turned, the blackened treats threatening to fall to the floor, and without thinking you reached out with you other, unprotected hand and gripped it, before making a sharp yelp and throwing the pan onto the counter with a loud bang, blowing air over your burning and blistering hand.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You hiss, turning to your sink and hitting the tap for some cold water. The stinging subsided, if only minutely.

The phone rang incessantly again.

You dropped your shoulders and rolled your eyes with a groan, and pulled away from the soothing coldness of your tap.

But, of course, as your natural "luck" would have it… You trailed water onto your floor, and slipped into it, cracking the back of your head on the tile. Not hard enough to knock you out, no, but it was just enough to hurt, and leave a rather nasty bump.

So. There you lay, flat on your back, water still flushing into the drain of your sink, smoke detector now going off, and your house telephone ringing impertinently.

"I didn't do anything! Why're you guys always giving me the short end of the stick?" You shout at nothing in particular; maybe whatever gods could hear your lamentations and rueful words.

For extra effect, you flipped the bird with your uninjured hand.

Yeah.

Fate was a funny thing, all right.

Chapter 5: Link

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 10

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

While the topic of packmates was brought up and it was confirmed that we are indeed packmates, Enid and I have yet to define it's parameters. I plan to discuss the matter with her prior to her accompanying me to my appointment. I shall have to remember to record our agreed upon definition upon my return as I have found my current affliction to cause me to forget things, along with temporarily losing my ability to converse in English.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up my LGBTs! And by that I mean Lycans, Gorgons, Babes, and Transylvanian Transplants! Today I'm here with an update on Nevermore's hottest slowburn of the century: Wenid Watch! But seriously guys, we need to come up with a better ship name than that. Moving on! What's new with everyone's favorite golden retriever good girl and bad tempered black cat? Let's find out!"

"And while we're on the hunt for our clueless couple, our would-be werelovers, let's check in with chat. Scales_of_Sapphire says 'You're going to get a stake to the heart.' Hey, that's the price of journalism baby. Ston3dGaz3r says 'That's my ex' frowny face. Oof sorry Ajax but the people want what the people want! And it looks like we have time for one more-! Oh shit, my girl just texted me. Give me one minute chat… DIV! You can't send me these kind of pics during a livestream!"

"Chat if only you knew the kind of tail I was getting. Let's just say this fruit bat has a thing for sashimi if you know what I mean. Wait, hold on chat, I think we've spotted one half of our hapless duo. There she is, the one black cat you certainly don't want crossing your path, Wednesday Addams. What's she up to? Let's sneak over while still maintaining a safe distance. Goth girls like these could go off at any moment without the slightest warning and- Shit! Sorry! Almost didn't see you there Enid!"

"What are you doing Yoko?"

"Just showing the lovely people of Nevermore the latest drama around the quad. Isn't that right chat?"

"How do you have so many viewers right now?"

"Ah, well, you know how everyone loves the latest gossip."

"What gossip? Wait. Oh my god-! Did Cario and CC get back together?"

"Girl, who-? Nevermind. Hey, I saw Wednesday sulking off in the corner over-"

"Oh, she's not sulking. She's just waiting for her mate."

"…Her WHAT? Enid! Get back here! Chat, you heard that too, right? What in the-?"

"Hey Willa."

"Enid."

"Oh my god. Chat, are you seeing this!? Did these two actually find a map to navigate themselves out of denial? I don't believe it. I've got to get closer."

"I hope that was an adequate enough greeting."

"More than adequate, silly."

"I see. Dos besos. I shall commit it to memory."

"So what did you want to talk about? Don't you have your appointment soon?"

"Sí, I mean yes, that is precisely why I must discuss this with you. It was my assigned homework and I do not wish to return with it incomplete."

"Okay, so what's up?"

"Our… relationship. I must request your assistance in defining it."

"Oh!"

"What is it that you require of me?"

"Require of you?"

"Yes, what duties shall I be expected to complete?"

"Willa, I don't… I'm not expecting you to do anything other than being yourself. That's what I like most about you."

"…"

"…You want a checklist, don't you?"

"That would be greatly appreciated, yes."

"Okay, well, um, what do you think you need to do in our relationship? Maybe we could go from there?"

"Ah, yes, I assume that is as good a starting point as any. I believe I have a duty to protect you to the best of my abilities."

"Okay and?"

"And I should bring you sustenance, seeing as you have for me."

"Fair."

"And I shall continue to demonstrate my hunting prowess, perhaps with prey larger than the current ones I have been offering."

"Wait, you've been hunting?"

"Yes, I- Have the spiders really been so unsatisfactory?"

"That's why you've been bringing me spiders!?"

"I- I apologize if their size has been too meager, if you do not even consider them prey. I can-"

"Willa, I'm going to stop you right there."

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, so we don't have time to unpack all of that. Maybe that's something you can do at therapy today. Anyway! Wednes, why do you think you need to hunt for me?"

"I… Lo siento- I am deeply sorry for offending you, mi loba- Enid. I understand that you are perfectly capable of hunting greater prey than the pittance I foolishly deemed fit to bring you."

"Willa…"

"How may I make up for this egregious error on my part?"

"You don't."

"Pardon?"

"Wednes, you didn't make a mistake. I mean, you did, but not in a thoughtless or mean way."

"But I have incorrectly assumed-"

"Yeah, you tend to do that a lot without checking."

"Please, help me understand my misstep. I want to know exactly where my misplaced presumption lies so that I do not make it again."

"Okay so, uh, let's see… First of all, you don't have to hunt for me. And not because I think you're bad at it or because the 'prey' isn't big enough because, holy shit Willa, some of those spiders were massive! But that's not the point. I don't need you to hunt for me because I don't need it. I don't hunt."

"But the night of the Hunter's Moon-"

"That was like, uncontrollable instinct. I don't hunt. I don't need to. Everything I need I can just get here."

"I see."

"But I think that it was a very sweet gesture, you hunting for me and everything."

"Than I shall-"

"No more spiders! Willa, please, if you have to hunt for anything please let it be like chocolate or steak tartar or cute plushies."

"Noted. I find it fascinating that you are able to consume chocolate despite your canis lupus genetics."

"Yeah, well, I can't have as much of it the closer it gets to the full moon or I get really bad tummy aches."

"I shall keep that in mind, mon loup."

"Hey Willa? Can I ask you something?"

"But of course."

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Speaking in different languages when you get flustered?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"No, no! Don't get upset! I think it's really cute!"

"Muy linda! Me insultas! Qué he hecho para merecer esto?"

"Willa I have no idea what you're saying but you look adorable."

"Adorable? Je suis tellement en colère que je ne peux même pas parler!"

"Aw, Wednes."

"Cosa fai? Liberami, lupa crudele!"

"Let's get you to your appointment, πουλάκι μο."

"…?"

"Wait."

"…!"

"You don't know Greek?"

"…"

"Really?"

"…"

"Well, maybe I could teach you some Greek words on the way and maybe you could teach me some words in… whatever language you slip into the most?"

"…I find your terms agreeable, mia lupa."

"Holy shit chat! Did you catch all of that? Wait, what do you mean I'm muted? Fuuuuuck!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

[lunarmoonanons]

The Queen’s Daughters

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Aemon tries to speak to his mother bout something very important

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Masterlist 

Aemon adored his younger siblings, moreover he loved his baby sister YN as much as he loved his own daughter, Rhaenys. Today of all days he was in a well mood, planning to visit his daughter as well as planning his assault on the Myrish pirates, Aemon had just the right amount of time to spend with his younger sisters who always looked up to him. Aemon walked quickly past the nobles who bowed to the prince of dragonstone. 

Soon he burst into his Gael’s room smiling at the sight of his two sisters playing on the floor. His mother smiled and sat up from her embroidery to hug her oldest boy. Aemon smiled and returned the hug earnestly. 

“Mama.” Aemon smiled and placed a kiss to his mother’s cheek. 

“My boy. Your sisters and I are glad to see you. Aren’t we girls?” Alysanne asked and turned to the two girls. 

The youngest smiled and jumped up from the floor, racing to hug her brother. Gael simply kept playing, her mind focused on the toys that the 10 year old was holding in her hands. 

“Aemon! I missed you. Where’s Rhaenys? I haven’t seen her in sooooo long, she doesn’t come to play or spend time with me anymore.” YN rambled, keeping her tight hold around her brother. 

“Whoa, whoa YN. I can hardly understand you.” Aemon laughed, picking up the 8 year old before he turned to Gael who still remained focused on the toys. “Hello Gael.”

“Gael won’t you greet your brother?” Alysanne urged her sweet simple daughter. 

“Hi. I’m playing princesses with my toys.” Gael said, her eyes focused on the toy princess. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Aemon nodded holding YN close as he made his way to sit. His mother sat beside them. “So how does it go with you and father?” 

“We are fine, he’s been so busy lately that we found few things to bicker about.” Alysanne teased and went back to her embroidery. “I’ve been so busy with YN and Gael that I’ve had little time for anything else.”

“Ah. Have you been a handful, sweet sister?” Aemon teased his baby sister, who laughed as he poked her sides. 

“Yes!” YN laughed and decided to have fun by playing with his hair. “I’m so bored, I’m not allowed to play with Daemon. Daddy says he’s a bad infulence.”

“Influence, YN, Influence.” Aemon tried to correct her. 

“I said that.” YN pouted, squirming away when he went to poke her again. She managed to worm herself out of his grip and went back to playing with her sister. Alysanne smiled at the two before she turned her attention to her son. 

“I’ve heard you are going to fight pirates.” She attempted to pull more information out of him. 

“I am. I leave soon in fact, but there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Oh what is it?”

Aemon sighed and spared a glance to his sister. “You know I love YN. I would do anything to protect her.”

“Yes?” Alysanne grew nervous. 

“Baelon has mentioned how he’d like to engage Daemon and-”

“No.” Alysanne cut him off, an angry expression on her face. 

Aemon sighed and grabbed his mother’s hand to calm her, but her stiffness made it clear she didn’t want to discuss the question. But he had promised his brother that he’d broach the topic with his mother as his father was a stubborn old fool. Baelon had intended the first moment he’d set YN and Daemon as playmates that they’d be wed. All their sisters had been married or betrothed save the last two, who were now set as their mother’s companions. Aemon loved his little sisters, he particularly felt protective over YN but he didn’t want her to be locked away in the keep for the rest of her life. 

“Mother.”

“I won’t speak of it.” Alysanne focused harder on her embroidery, stabbing at the cloth with her needle. 

“Mother, listen to me. YN will not be a child forever, you cannot keep her locked away with you-”

“I can and I will. I will not lose my daughter as I’ve lost my other girls.” Alysanne tried to hold black her tears at the thought of losing her daughter. “And I’ve lost so much Aemon. I won’t hear of letting YN get married. I won’t hear of it.” 

“Mother…”

“YN will not leave me. Gael will not leave me.” She stated as a matter of fact. “If that is what you’ve come here to say then you may leave.”

Aemon sighed and kissed his mothers cheek. He stood and gave his younger sisters a hug each. “I don’t want YN to grow up either, but she will one day. We need to think about who’d be the best and strongest to protect her. I love you mama.” 

Alysanne responded in earnest and gave him a kiss to his cheek. She watched him leave before kneeling down next to her daughters. Hugging YN close, she drifted off and dissociated all the while keeping a tight grip on her daughter. She wanted to keep a tight grip on her smallest daughter for the rest of her life. Soon she would start to lose her sons too.

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🌕✨ The Beginner’s Guide: Moon Magic 101 Navigating the Basics of Moon Phases ✨🌑

Hello again! Today’s topic is the Moon 🌙✨ Ready to dive into the enchanting information of moon phases? Let’s unravel the magic of the lunar cycle for all the beginner witches out there! 🌌📜

🌑 New Moon:

• The lunar cycle kicks off with the New Moon—a blank canvas for new beginnings! Perfect time for setting intentions, planting seeds, and manifesting your dreams. 🌱✨

🌓 First Quarter (Waxing Crescent):

• As the moon starts waxing, energy builds! Time to give a boost to ongoing projects, refine goals, and gather momentum in your magical workings. 🚀🌒

🌕 Full Moon:

• Ah, the radiant Full Moon! A powerful peak for manifestation, releasing, and charging crystals. Perfect for any magical workings needing that extra lunar oomph! 🌕🔮

🌗 Last Quarter (Waning Crescent):

• As the moon wanes, it’s time to release what no longer serves you. Reflect, banish negativity, and tidy up loose ends as the moon gracefully dwindles. 🍃🌘

🌌 Dark Moon (Balsamic):

• The Dark Moon is a quiet, introspective phase. Ideal for inner work, divination, and connecting with your intuitive self. Embrace the cosmic stillness. 🌑 🔍

🌈 Practical Magic Tips:

• Charging Crystals: Lay your crystals under the Full Moon to infuse them with lunar energy.

• Casting Spells: Align your spellwork with the corresponding moon phase for added potency.

• Journaling: Track your moods, dreams, and magical experiences throughout the lunar cycle.

📚 Moon Magic Resources:

• Check out books like “Moon Magic: Your Complete Guide to Harnessing the Mystical Energy of the Moon” by Diane Ahlquist for in-depth insights into moon magic.

🌙 Begin Your Lunar Journey:

• Whether you’re a moon-gazing novice or a seasoned witch, embracing the moon’s phases adds a magical rhythm to your craft. 🌟🌙

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When I was in school, there seem to be a camp of two types of girls when it came to literary choices. You had the Twilight/vampire romance girlies and the Hunger Games/dystopian gals, and you would have thought these two groups were the two families from Romeo and Juliet. Yours truly was part of the Hunger Games camp, and middle-school me was obsessed. I’m talking book and movie premieres, Team Peeta shirts from Hot Topic, wearing a mocking jay pin publicly, the whole gambit. God forbid if you read Twilight, that poorly written, low-brow, dumb, vampire romance. We were the readers of dystopian fiction, which was superior because it made you FEEL things about capitalism, broken societies, being true to yourself, etc. etc. etc.

It’s been over a decade since 2008. To all my Twilight girlies, I would like to offer you my most sincere apologies. I should not have judged you so harshly.

Recently I watched Twilight for the very first time as an adult. A friend of mine came over for a painting/movie night, and Twilight was our featured film. I knew the memes, I knew roughly what the plot was, but I wasn’t ready for the experience that was to come.

So without further ado, I’d like to offer my thoughts and review on the 2008 masterpiece, Twilight. If you aren’t familiar with the Twilight story, go read a quick synopsis and then come back.

🌘So, did you like it?

I had an absolute blast watching this movie. Would I say it’s a good movie? Probably not. Did it age well? Nope. But it was delightfully cringey, as you had to suspend all believe of realism. You couldn’t take this movie too seriously, because this movie took ITSELF way too seriously. It’s like they cranked the drama/teen angst meter up to 100 and everything seems so life-or-death…even though the main characters, Bella and Edward, are 17 year old juniors (ok so Edward actually isn’t 17 because he’s an old vampire but you get what I’m saying). It was very much that kind of relationship where “they can’t even bear to be apart or they will DIE” oh no how tragic (I think we now call that co-dependency).

When I was 17, I sure as heck didn’t know what love was. But again, this story is based in absolute fantasy, not realism, and that’s the fun part. Oh to be swept off your feet by a mysterious, handsome, brooding vampire that you met in your biology class!

🌓Favorite part of the film?

The script for this movie is pretty bad, I’m not gonna lie, and that’s part of the charm. It’s so bad, that it’s kinda good. Here’s some of my favorite quotes:

“You better hold on tight, spider monkey." -Edward to Bella because he can jump really high and run really fast. I about peed my pants from laughing when Edward said this.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella." -Edward to Bella because vampire skin *literally sparkles* in direct sunlight. Again, almost peed my pants.

I will say that I love Edward’s family, the Cullens, as a whole. This vampire family tries to cook a regular meal for Bella, Edward’s human girlfriend, and oh my heart. Vampires don’t cook because they don’t eat normal food; the Cullen family had never used the kitchen in their house. The fact that they would go out of their way and attempt to do something so foreign to them in order to make the human girlfriend feel comfortable? Um, wow that’s actually really sweet.

Also, shout out to Bella‘s dad, Charlie for actually trying to connect with his daughter. Bella and Charlie have a bit of an awkward and tense relationship but this doesn’t stop Charlie from trying to be a good dad. I will say that one of my other favorite scenes was when Bella asked her dad if he wanted to meet her boyfriend Edward… while he was cleaning his shotgun. When he said, “sure, send (your boyfriend) in” and loudly snapped his shotgun shut, I about lost it. What a dad move! A national treasure.

🌒Would you watch it again?

Under the right circumstances. I would need either anesthesia or a large sangria. If I ever showed this film to my children, it would be for a study of what not to do in a relationship. If your significant other says “I can’t live without you” when you’re 17…that’s some big creepy co-decency energy.

🌑Team Edward or Team Jacob?

Um Team Charlie all the way. Hands down the best and most sane character in this whole film. We love to see a dad do his best and love his daughter…even when she starts dating a super weird pale dude.

🌘Conclusion

Watching this film made me think about guilty pleasures. We all have them, and they all look different at unique stages of our life. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is watching Judge Judy. My 70 year-old grandmother used to watch the Bachelor. For a friend of mine, it’s those cheesy Hallmark Channel movies. Others enjoy vampire romance novels. Are these things high-quality and sophisticated? No. Are they of good taste? Meh. But they are meant to be enjoyed, and that’s the whole point.

Twilight is the same way. Is it good? Not really. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s a cringey/angsty teen fantasy that’s meant to be enjoyed.

You can be both a Twilight girlie and a Hunger Games gal, and still have a pretty darn good time 🖤

[normystical]

I would ask you questions about your ocs but unfortunately idk them could you tell me about them in detail

in detail??? all of them??? i mean jeez idk that's a lot but like i can try

you already liked the post about 🌒 and those relevant to him tho so i won't explain that again

uhhh this one oc group is more shitposty. like my ocs range from deep edginess to silly nonsense. james is the only responsible one in the household. everyone else — rixel, zerose, kybit, and volta — just kinda fuck around all day doing nothing. rixel is the one most into video games, he's an arrogant mf lol, uhhh idk how id describe zerose but she's one of the nicer ones and is the type to regularly go to hot topic,, volta i still have yet to work on and solidify but she does have violent tendencies and has stolen one of the roomates' liver before in secret, and kybit i kinda flanderized bc my fuckass bff liked the silliness too much so now he's just. idk. idek man like i have reasons for each one's nicknames and his was that one day he forgot and made somethin up and they just kinda went with it. he cannot be trusted around orbeez he WILL eat them

another oc group uhh they all have elemental powers. ❄️ has ice powers and antlers/horns/whatever on his head made of ice that change by category of emotions. 🍒 bends juice like one would bend water and she's kinda insecure about it bc she thinks it's dumb. they escaped a kingdom in backstory and now they're hanging around wherever, which happens to also be where 💎🪨 resides. 💎🪨 is very similar to licorice cookie, master frown, sir pentious, dr doofenshmirtz, that sort of pathetic villain. in fact i solely made him bc i loved the trope(?) lol. im also considering adding more to it? 💎🌸 acts sweet but is more of a risk, for instance. very judgemental of 💎🪨 ofc.

uhhhh malori has a whole story arc ish thing with her. i even have two designs to represent the two different eras of her life. she starts off as a bully alongside 🦎, 🥃, and 🪶, but at some point falls on love with jasmine. she eventually tries to befriend her and also she's stuck between her reputation and her love and idk other stuff happens im still working on it tbh. tho i am considering having jasmine's younger brother play a role in the whole redemption thing,, i might change my mind but she did used to bully him probably. before she ever even laid eyes on jaz. and also i might put him into a coma for reasons and also oc-havers just kinda do that lol teehee

uhh there's also some im less attached to, like ones i abandoned and/or am still working on. you can still ask about them tho. like frutiger, with the fish inside a tv box as a head and the long fish tail that i stiLL HAVE YET TO DRAW. or the fishbowl head furry and her mutual crush. or the group of furries from a long while ago, two of which i am keeping mostly the same, the other two i am changing drastically lmao

p.s. iirc 🍒 sometimes lies to others that her reddish color scheme is due to fire powers and not, yk, fuckin juice of all things

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hiii alej :3 twirls my hair

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03.19.2021

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide

I remember that I was sitting at the back, in a classroom, looking out the window. It was raining, and I observe the cars passing by the roads; across the building where I’m at, are different malls all spaced out evenly apart from each other. I imagine that I’m a passenger on one of the passing cars and that I could see the passing establishments as we move along.

My day dreaming was interrupted by our rambling professor as he enters the room, visibly distressed and annoyed at something. This professor was someone who actually was my teacher back in 5th grade. He wore a pastel pink polo and black slacks, and he paced around the front of the room, ranting, and seemingly projecting his anger at us. He asked all of us to stand up, and I think he was about to do a pray over or something. On my left was my work friend, we’ll call him R. So R stood beside me, and he stretched his arm, and traced the side of my body. It was definitely odd, but I couldn’t say anything out of shock, and it seems that he too was in shock about what he just did. So then he moved a seat away from me, but as we were asked to all take a seat, another work friend of mine comes in and takes R’s seat; we’ll call him S. So now I’m sat beside S, but oddly we we’re way too close and he kept on snuggling his head against my head, like, the sides of our heads if that makes sense. I could feel his stiff hair, like there was a ton of hair product in there.

The class then gets dismissed, and we transition onto a different part of this chapter. We cut to my older work friend, we’ll call her Y. Y was struggling with her home life, and it was a really bad situation because they don’t have cable (yes it was super dramatic). There was suddenly a flashback of her with her 2 sisters, working in their family-owned restaurant. Everything was going well, until their dad went insane on them. He started shouting at them and threw them out of the restaurant, which apparently was also their home. The dad pushes them outside, and slams the gate on them; one the sisters had the key, but the dad swiped them off of her hands. So now, the sisters had nowhere to go except their tiny tree house just outside the restaurant. It was literally 5 feet away. The sisters go up the tree house, and I follow, but I couldn’t go further because the tree branch supporting the tree house’s weight looked like it was about to break off, so I slowly made my way down. It was weird because as I was looking at the branch before I made my way down, someone was narrating in my head, that that tree has seen so many suicides that it was so ready to break any time.

Then I met up with a girl who led me to a house where I could talk to officials who could grant Y cable. Behind this operation was apparently R and S because apparently they were the children of the Mayors governing the neighboring cities where Y lived literally in the middle of. They really wanted to help Y get cable. So I had to get a full red, jester kind of mask before I could step in the officials house, so did the girl that I was with. When we got in, the very first room was the office. Seated on a couch were three elderly ladies who also wore full masquerade masks. We get into the business of discussing the cable for Y, and they present me with options. It was a lengthy discussion where the topic of cable corruption was brought up. Apparently the bigger cable companies would pay them so they’d dominate the area or something. I couldn’t see the discussion through to the end because my partner called my mobile phone. I politely tried to excuse myself and said that I really had to take the call, but one of the old ladies said that, once I step out of the house, the deal would be off. I went out anyway, and my partner met me outside the house. I suppose that was the right time because the discussion was starting to go down a quite dark route. We walk along the alleys and met up with R and S. S says that the old ladies had some people looking for us, so he offered for us to stay in his house for the time being. He led us to a narrow alley, and he pulled up a hatch from the ground, and asked all of us to get in.

We climbed down a few steps, and it was apparently where S lived with his family. It was very homey and modular with different books and toys stacked neatly in their individual shelves. I was about to enter a dark, narrow hallway, but then I woke up.