#message and musing

[cymplified]

And then..., Cymplified!

And then the new year arrived. Welcomed it with flu and an anxiety episode. I made a poem and some decisions.

2025 begins And then, it’s the new year. It’s now the year 2025. I drank whiskey, and then it’s time for the fireworks. Light rain fell down, while smoke rose up. We arrived at the relative’s house, and then, it was time for dinner. Lasagna, fried chicken, sushi rolls filled my disposable plate. In between were conversations, words from a story, and a game of Bingo. And then, the holiday break…

[idliketobeatree]

i just know for a fact that charles has a tragic, chronic giggler disease in bed. like, yes of course, crying during sex beautiful and true, but have we ever considered him smiling so widely that they literally cannot proceed with anything, because edwin keeps asking him "what made you laugh this time? what is so hilarious?", and charles needs to duck his head because how can he explain that he's incandescently happy and it's not going away. "sorry we can't kiss, i can't control my joy long enough to relax my mouth. oops." and he's like "okay, okay, i got this, for reals this time"; it takes edwin palming both of his cheeks to pull charles in and charles just. grins. again. teeth clinking in the middle. he would be mortified if this was anyone else or if edwin decided that's enough and maybe we should play cluedo instead.

he's doing neither, because edwin's a good person like that. he finds a way to tickle him along the sides so that charles has a reason to have a chuckling fit at least.

and it must have been a complete shock to edwin too. if he dared to imagine it at all, he never would've guessed intimate relations could be so... freeing. that you can laugh yourself to tears and still keep going, that your lover can have such a wonderful time exploring everything unknown about you that he's glowing inside and out. from what he's gathered, sex is supposed to bring a certain level of seriousness and it's like, the exact opposite with charles— frankly, it's just more of charles, everything about him distilled and intensified, his normally warming smiles are blinding now, the way his limbs move thrice as graceful as when he's on a case. you know edwin has a list of favourite charles sounds, and somewhere near the top lands the breathy, unabashedly happy huff which morphs into a quiet moan by the end. he loves it. he'd be lacking without it. edwin is the luckiest ghost on earth, it seems.

[floridianfireflyfaith]

A Quick Analysis of Roz's "Heart"

This took me a few viewings to piece together, it was very "show and don't tell" and I appreciate that. It started when someone on here postulated that Roz's brilliant orange/pink light when she first held Brightbill was her experiencing joy/love, and I legit think they're onto something with that.

I would say it's the physical manifestation of her programming being overwritten.

First, look at what happens the MOMENT Roz scans the egg and sees life inside.

Those little streaks of orange and pink. I don't think we EVER see any other time where her eyes show more than one color. Almost like some instinct was set off that made her feel like she needed to look out for the egg.

It isn't until she's actually holding Brightbill and he nudges his head against her that that pink and orange light flares up.

Not only in her eyes again, but practically engulfing her. Lighting up all her panels, looking like it's warming her core. But, still being very task-minded, she's quick to dismiss it at the time.

We next see it when Rummage runs her diagnostic. Roz once again lights up like a disco ball in pink and orange, and whatever Rummage was seeing on her end, it quickly became clear that "you overrode your programming??"

It all builds up to the last time we see it, when it seems as though Roz's memories have been purged and Brightbill forgives her - even if it seems she can't hear him.

ALSO IT STARTS RADIATING OUT FROM WHERE HE'S NESTLED INTO HER AAAGH.

She confirms it later on, but it's ultimately her "humanity" and her bond with her son that saves her in end. This light that has been building in her since she first found an egg in need allowed her to not lose herself despite technology's best efforts. And yet she couldn't have done that without Brightbill.

I JUST THINK IT'S A NEAT EXECUTION. 😭😭

[yourfaveisintersex]

Happy Pride Month 2025!

Fun fact, I scheduled this post in advance, and this is being posted at/around the time I got my first testosterone HRT shot! Yes really, I started Pride Month 2023 lol. Now anyway, to account for the poor-pissers first and foremost: We should celebrate everyone under the queer umbrella, don't think I'm not saying that. However intersex individuals are the focus of this blog, and the content of this post by extension.

Please recognize, remember, and support your intersex siblings as we celebrate this year. Intersexist sentiment is unfortunately disturbingly common, this hellsite included. The intersex community and its members face a bucket list of problems (that I couldn't possibly list out in full in the body text here)— including but not limited to extensive medical abuses (notably intersex genital mutilation, or "IGM" for short, referring to unnecessary surgery performed on intersex people (often infants!) solely because doctors believe the individual's external genitalia don't "look right", and a majority of the time are purely aesthetic and cause functional issues; and let me remind you that this is just ONE issue under "medical abuse".), discrimination due to one's sexual characteristics or lack thereof, fetishization of (highly inaccurate and often fantasized) intersex bodies, hyper-invisibility and erasure, blatant misrepresentation of intersexuality plastered damn near everywhere... etcetera. I happily invite others, particularly other intersex individuals, to elaborate on my list with more examples and details in the notes.

We are the I in LGBTQIA+. While not every intersex individual may be or identify as queer, we are still included under the umbrella, often due to the oppression we share closely in tandem with other queer individuals. We are complex individuals that are worthy of being seen and heard. If you are perisex ("not intersex"; there's synonyms like dyadic and endosex you might hear as well), please educate yourself on what intersexuality means, correct others when misinformation is shared, and most importantly of all, LISTEN TO OUR VOICES. It is distressing how often I see our recalled experiences and opinions blatantly ignored, or claimed to be falsified, or whatever-have-you, because we do not align to perisex ideals and comfort.

Also if you're going to take ANYTHING away from this post for the love of everything stop fucking saying hermaphrodite if you aren't intersex. It's a slur, and you seriously need to start calling perisex people out for saying it (+ other intersexist slurs). Yes even in a scientific context it doesn't matter stop using a slur to refer to snails. Cosexual, monoecious, gonosimulistic— all exist and function the goddamn same WITHOUT the terrible history.

[thesensteawitch]

IF YOU WERE A MUSE TO A POET 🍁💌

~This Is What They Would Tell You!

Pick A Pile Reading

(Left To Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, Senstea Souls!💖

I hope you're doing well. Here's a collective reading about what a poet would tell you if you were their muse! ✨

TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND PICK YOUR PILE INTUITIVELY.

In case you would like to BOOK A READING with me then I am sharing the links below for the same.

BOOKING FORM 💌

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You can also DM me in case of any query.🫶🏻

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Pile 1

You have so many sides to you, and yet you hold space for more. I am directionless. Where should I lead this poem about you? Or where are you leading me? There’s so much to you that I want to express, but I fear I’ll end up looking like a fool. You’re like the universe—mesmerizing, intriguing, and frightening, with layers and layers of mysteries. You are divine to me. Being a poet feels like a boon when I look at you. Only fated souls get to write about someone so infinitely charming. I sense the never-ending wisdom you hold. I’d forever be your devotee if you’d let me drink just one drop of what keeps you glowing like you do. You’re sharp, kind, wild, and a dream that only slips away. Where are you looking? What inspiration do you need? Come on! You walk to your own rhythm, your shadows delightfully dancing to your beat. The sound of your steps tells me stories of places you’ve been and people you’ve met. You hold no regret, no grudge—only lessons. You think, reflect, and cry for being mistreated. But when it’s your turn, you choose to destroy the weapons that bruised you so deeply, instead of hurting others with them. The venom couldn’t kill you but made you wise. Following your footprints, I find the earth swallowing the shed skin of your old self. How can I define you when you’re constantly transforming? Every time I think I have finally known you, I find something new revealed. My hands fall short of holding your grace, my mind loses the words to portray it. As I said, you’re sharp—you’ll never let me read you. You take me to the end only to throw me into a new beginning. It’s not your fault; I understand that’s who you truly are. Sometimes, while falling asleep, I wonder who would be so lucky to fall in love with you? Or who would you fall in love with? But then again, I don’t feel you’re deprived of love, because YOU ARE love. I look at you the way others look at stars. Everyone attempts to count them at least once in their lifetime but eventually gives up, knowing it’s an attempt they will fail. But I am not tired; I am taking a break. I would like to admire you for now, knowing that maybe I too will never fully know you, but I’ll keep exploring who you are, just like scientists cannot give up on SPACE! Ah! See, I cracked something! Your lover must be someone like you—infinitely charming and holding mysteries as vast.

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Pile 2

You know what? I am mad at you! Because either you attack or you run away. See? You just revolted back. Or perhaps hid in your closet, knowing that someone knows your little secret. You’re that 22° in astrology. Kill or be killed? You’re neither a prey nor do you need to triumph over someone or something else to keep yourself safe. All I am trying to say is that you’re not meant to just survive; you’re meant to thrive. But hey, I do see your heart. The life around it has withered, and you’re surviving on memories. For how long, may I ask? You’re not a coward; you’re afraid. I heard someone say, “The one who is capable of love is capable of being saved.” At this point, all the love is leaking from the corners of your heart. Make the best use of it, or it’ll go to waste. Life isn’t at the extremes; it’s in the middle. That’s where you find your balance. That’s where you will shine bright. I see you singing to yourself, making stories in your heart but never writing them down for the world to taste. You don’t need to say ‘NO’ to something you want. Openly say what you want and to the person who can give it to you. Don’t keep whispering your wishes into the ears of God. He’s even giving you a side-eye now, haha. You’re the leader! If you don’t take the lead, you’ll never have your pack. Do you get it? Why am I even writing about you? It seems to me that you’re an artist too. You know the depths of your pain better than I do. Gosh, you need a hug! Whoever you’ve lost in this physical world doesn’t like to see those tears rolling down your cheeks. Every time you try to make sense of your emotions, you only make your heart heavier. Love keeps dripping and draining into the river of unexpressed emotions. You’re about to be granted a new life, a restart. But this won’t be handed to you until you decide and do what you’re supposed to do. The pain demands to be felt and yada yada yada! We’ve all watched *The Fault in Our Stars*. But come on, there’s an expiry date to feeling it too. I told you, you’re an extreme case. Pain won’t leave you until you leave it. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. And I know you don’t believe it, but from where I am seeing, all your wishes are about to come true. You’re just ONE decision away. And I am here watching and waiting for you to make that move. Go where your heart is; that’s where you’re supposed to be. Don’t run away from your destiny. Remember, you’re not the same kid who froze at the point of a horrifying sight and couldn’t do anything about it. You’re grown up now. You can HEAL yourself. You’re not hopeless or helpless. You don’t even need to find your potential; it’s just there, waiting for you to see it and accept it.

***

Pile 3

Excuse me, miss/mister? Do you even have time to read what I have to say? You’re too busy figuring things out. Huff! The amount of mental and physical work you do is commendable. Are you waiting for something or someone? I am not surprised to see your spiritual side. What side, huh? You’re SPIRITUAL—IN & OUT! You’re wise, extremely intuitive, and resourceful but haven’t learned how to avoid burnouts. Can something ever be hidden from you? From where I see, it seems you’re new here but not naive. You’ve completed a tough journey filled with passion, rage, excitement, and burnouts (again!). Life has been preparing you for something bigger than your destiny! You’re heavily protected from the forces that don’t want you to be where God is taking you. But we all know who’s more powerful, don’t we? I see you bumping into your past sometimes, but you quickly realize that’s not where you’re supposed to be. The price you would have to pay to return to the same place or people is quite heavy. You don’t feel comfortable in the old stories anymore. You’re grateful but not greedy to go back. I laugh at those who think they can lure you with temptations! Lol! You are ten steps ahead of them. Stay where you are. All this silence around you is a blessing. You’re about to win. You’re meant to win in this lifetime. This is not your first time around. I have seen you somewhere—not here, but in a different lifetime. You’ve lived all those lives to WIN in this one! The smoke of your burned karmas surrounds you. You’ve cleansed! You’re not in the dark; you’re rising from the ashes. I see the wings of a phoenix on your back. YOU’RE THE CREATOR OF YOUR OWN DESTINY. Evidence of your faith and intuition follows you in the forms of birds, butterflies, feathers, and angel numbers. One day, you may share your story, but you know that day is not today. God, you’re mysterious, and all those stories are tattooed on your skin in a language no one can decipher. Your presence is enough for people to turn around, pause, and reflect. You raise the temperature of the room and melt the ice away. People open up to you naturally. Everyone just wants to experience a drop of you. But you’re not easily accessible. Your magic is sacred and can’t be put on sale. You’re magic. The path you’ve walked on shines so bright. That’s how I trace your past life because you leave glitters behind.

[pushing500]

Ivy's first night away from home by herself!!! Ahh! She's growing up so quickly. The world needs to see her artistic talents, so off to the Annual Expo she goes!

We love a hodge-podge of stalls at the art and culture expo.

The sculpture they gave Ivy as a reward for her storytelling only had a beauty rating of 2, so we sold it to the first traders who would take it. It didn't match our aesthetic anyway.

And then Jut got a title from The Empire. I'm not sure why. We didn't do any quests for it or anything. Maybe they just heard that he has pretty green eyes now and decided they wanted him in their ranks? Who even knows with The Empire? Those guys are weird.

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[speakofshinee]

TAEMIN - 'Eternal' Track List ♥︎

[theweightofdivinity]

The same reason why I stay is the same reason why I go. Because the light keeps telling me. The light keeps telling me. And I’m learning the truth that roots you is also the truth that recruits you.

[cogentranting]

Genuinely so funny to give Daredevil a Serial Killer Banksy as a villain.

Muse is out here begging for attention like "look at my art! look at the statement that I'm making! See what it says about society."

And Matt is just "You can't really understand how truthful I'm being when I say it means absolutely nothing to me."

[cymplified]

A Little Life, Cymplified!

Each person's life is composed of milestones and moments. A little life that we might miss if we don't pay attention, if we just blink.

A Little Milestone One day in late May, the last time we set foot in the academy as the previous school year wrapped up was my youngest’s Graduation. The day before that, my eldest kid had her Moving Up ceremony. These were milestones that we celebrated with food. On to the next level! Soon, all my kids will be in high school. Ruminating on it now, I think each person’s little life is composed…

[10yearsofdnp]

January 10, 2015: He jokes, but this was literally him in 2009 🥹 Nice to know that some things never change!

[whaliiwatching]

the flower (reprise)

[unironicallycringe]

pondscum back at it again with the incredible string of words in my DMs

[cutthroat-service]

WHO: OPEN! (5/5 + 1 Reserve) CLOSED! WHEN/WHERE: Early evening, Khàos Grand Opening

“No sign of hostiles”, Shiv muttered under their breath. “Still on high alert. Remain on standby. Over.”

The longer Shiv lingers in Khaos, the more they are convinced that this event is nothing more than what it is advertised as. Booze, music and magic. 

Yes, there are several supernatural individuals of a higher threat level but their mere presence is not reason enough to call upon a hunt. If that were the case, Kennedy ( @drownholywater-kennedy ) would have run her surveillance van through the front doors by now. She was on high alert nonetheless, having ranted at them in said van over cups of coffee moments before. In exaggerated summary: Leeches, beasts and witches, all potentially conspiring in one hedonistic cesspool. A party.

Its going to take several more hours of eavesdropping on conversation via earpiece to ease Kennedy's anxiety and give the go ahead to leave. So here Shiv is, hovering from group to group, from magical attraction to frat ritual with little commitment and even less direction.

Tonight is supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. But a lone hunter on the prowl is bound to draw attention.

[dramaticals]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABESSSS!!!

for the event i thought 🎧 for theo + r u mine? (or do i wanna know? or i wanna be yours honestly just any AM song especially the AM album is too theo coded i think im gonna chew on him like a pencil)

thank you lari!! ♡

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all i wanna ever say is, "are you mine?" / well, are you mine? (are you mine tomorrow?) / are you mine? (or just mine tonight?) / are you mine? (are you mine tomorrow?) / (oh, ah, or just mine tonight?)

Your heart pulses in tune with the music; melodies swirl around you, the bass throbs in your ears, and the feeling of knobby fingers digging into your hips.

There's a lazy curve to your lips as you sway to the music against someone you don't know the name of. They smell like sulphur and sweat—a clashing scent to the smoke and mint you've grown accustomed to during these parties. They're too clumsy and too handsy, but you put up with it because it's the only way you know how to draw Theo out.

As cyclical as the moon, you feel rough, calloused fingers envelop your wrist and tug you away from the dance floor and the sweaty stranger. You hear a distant grumble of protest before the music fades and the crowd thins, and all you can see is Theo.

"Took you long enough." You tease.

Theo scoffs. His eyes roll, and if it wasn't for the tightness in his jaw, the whole night would be going on as-scripted. But you notice it, and your forehead crinkles, and you can't help but reach out for him, breaking out of the unspoken roles the two of you assumed on nights like these.

Your hand moves to his jaw, soothing out the tension with your thumb gently. His eyes flutter shut at your touch. "What's wrong?"

Theo inhales sharply. When he looks at you, his gaze burns. Icy, blue eyes feel cold and hot at the same time, and it almost stings to hold his gaze. It's unlike the way he looked at you last night—bare and cuddled in his arms, eyes wistful and sated. You had just spent the hour in his mercy, pleasured and sore in every place he'd touched and claimed. Your voice had been brittle from the incoherent nothings and everythings that spilled from your lips. You had promised him that you were his, that no one else could ever compare. You sealed your impulsive promises with languid and heated kisses. The spur of the moment made your words feel easy.

"Nothing." Theo mutters. He drops your wrist and pulls away.

[mental-mouthful]

hello terrorheads, i have a number of wips in my drafts that i will never finish unless i decide on which to focus on.

so, given the choice, which of these fanfic prompts would you most want to read? they are all smut of Course (if the answer is multiple, choose ur #1 and add in the comments ur other choice(s) )

in a perfect world i would finish all of these but rn i just need to choose one or two to focus