#nonbinary folks really have the name thing down they are GOOD at that shit

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I am going to make maia arson crimew CEO of this webbed site, as it deserves to be. This is both a threat and a promise.

[danielfosseyart]

Daniel's She-Ra Watch-Along Blogging

I'm making this post to announce that there will be She-Ra Live Blogging happening now. It does include art tho so it's still art related but yes hi hello spop fandom it's nice to finally meet you.

Hi, my name is Daniel Fossey.

I'm 23 years old, bi, nonbinary, an artist, & also I'm a fucking idiot too.

I've never seen She-Ra.

Okay, well, I HAVE seen the original 1980s She-Ra show.

But we'll discuss that later when relevant.

I have.....vague nostalgia I guess?

I did WATCH both the original He-Man & She-Ra as a kid.

But I only did so if I didn't have a better option.

As for the reboot:

See, I've never seen this show. But I decided this year, I want to experience the whole thing. So, instead of binging it, I've decided I want to keep track of my experience going through this entire show. Episode by episode. In order to see how I feel as the show goes on, to see what effect it has on me, & it's also an excuse to get myself practicing art in a cozy way. How so?

Okay let me break it down.

Every single episode will be watched & then have a blog post made discussing my thoughts on the episode, & along with that:

Each time I watch an episode, I want to draw an art piece to go with the post, so it'll get me drawing consistently & maybe I'll grow as an artist in the time it takes me to watch the whole thing.

When this show first came out, I was still stuck in my 'anti-sjw edgelord white boy' phase, I had yet to realize that I was bi & even less aware that I'm nonbinary. It was a dark period of my life. I passed on this show largely because I felt like I wouldn't be a good human or whatever. Well, I'm still depressed & sad but I'm much more matured & no longer in the garbage angsty idiot teenage white boy mindset I was once in. & Idk, I know this show means a lot to a lot of folks.

I want to see how it affects me, understand what made this reboot click with so many people, understand why there was a lot of idk, 'controversy' about it? Idk why but I know there was a lot of shit spewed & I guess I'll see what the fuss was about there.

And ultimately, look I think I'm repeating myself now so just:

I wanna take this journey. And I hope you will accompany me on this journey. Maybe by the end, I'll have grown, maybe you will too.

Grown both as an artist & as a person. So-

BY THE POWER OF-Wait, wait shit wrong show.

Ahem

FOR THE HONOR OF GREYSKULL....

I HAVE THE POWER (to watch a cartoon about some lady with a big sword who hits things really good with said sword)

I will be making a proper pinned post later that will keep track. So this is just the "hello" post I guess

Wish me luck, I hope you enjoy the journey.

[sicklyworm]

Monster cans and reading bans!

Ao3/Anon Hackers <3333

Prologue :

Ao3 tiredly took a sip of his fourth monster of the day, his hands typing as fast as he could make them. He knew better than to procrastinate for so long, after all this project is 30% of his final grade, but the patrochilles fanfic he was reading was just too good for him to read it all in one go. Now a full 26 hrs later than that horrible decision and he still isn't done with the fic due to his favorite site being down and the project is due in 7 hrs. Now Ao3 would say he is pretty good at pulling shit out his ass when it comes to school but he really had underestimated this project. fuck. He should have known this class was going to bite him in the ass eventually. After all, getting a credit for just thinking critically would be far too easy. Ao3 bit his lip in an attempt to stay awake but his brain wasn't just wasn't cooperating. Sighing Ao3 closed his laptop and started to type in the number he swore to himself he would never call. That number he got from the very one and only Anon Hackers or as Ao3 likes to call them dickface.

Hackers was a pretty popular person on campus, but considering that they live in florida that might actually be the biggest red flag of all time. After all, everyone in Florida could possibly be replaced by SCPs in very bad disguises and the rest of the world would be none the wiser. Hackers themself was known for their… well lets just go with passionnet one sided arguments on things like religion. Which were really just Hackers angrily spouting whatever conservative talking points were popular at the moment at anyone who looked even slightly left leaning. While Ao3 himself had never actually been on the receiving side of Hackers ire, his friends have and that's enough to make Ao3 despise them with the fury of a thousand suns.

So when profesor Fanfiction.net assigned them as partners on such an important project and Hackers was forced to give Ao3 their number, Ao3 elected to just do it by himself so he would never have to use the damned thing. It's just one silly project after all, how bad could it be? Oh how much ao3 wanted to strangle his past self for not starting this project earlier because right now in a desperate attempt to at least completely fail he is going to do something he said he would never do… he is going to ask for Hacker to save his ass.

Hackers was fucked. Not by procrastinating school like Ao3 but because they have been lying about having a boyfriend to his parents for the last 3 months and now they want to meet him. Their parents are christian evangelical extremists and even Anon got uncomfortable at times about how they talk about queer and trans folk despite being christian themselves. Hackers never came out as nonbinary to their parents either so whenever they have to visit them it is a pain. They barely get away with using they/them pronouns at school and if one of his 'friends' were to learn his dead name they would never be referred to by their chosen name ever again.

Their habit of just saying whatever their parents did the day before whenever they felt uncomfortable has also driven away anyone who would still use their right name even after hearing the old one.

Hackers turned in their bed so they could scream into their pillow. This whole situation was impossible, no way to win, just ways to lose. "I did this to myself, I guess-" Anon was cut off by their phone going off, their jolly ringtone mocking their desperate situation. Peeling themself from their bed Hackers grabbed their phone, the number had no id but the area code was the same as theirs so they decided to answer.

[farmergilesofham]

Okay so imagine this: a classic horror setting with all the creepy bells and whistles - a gaggle of twenty-somethings sneak into an abandoned sanatorium, which is said to be haunted, etc. Some creepy shit happens, then a few of them disappear.

Then, the others call the police and the police actually show up, kitted and ready because Most People Don't Prank Call The Police. The bolstered gang goes in, splits up, and so begins the demonic shenaneganery. In one perspective, we get the classic giggling ghouls followed by unsettling and eldritch scrawls on the walls, in blood of indeterminate origin, and The New Guy freaking the hell out, dumping a mag and getting his face eaten. Team A continues warily onward.

Meanwhile Team B seem to be doing alright until suddenly all of them are separated in the blink of an eye, and are slowly pestered by a sultry demonic voice. One of the original twenty-somethings is a closeted gay man in an unloving and emotionally draining relationship with another present lass who only sees him as a tool and/or object. This madam happens to be the one taken at the start of the film.

Entirely incongruously and with no real explanation we are treated to a jarringly tender, earnestly heartfelt lovemaking scene between the TSGay and a Spicy Hot Demon Dude, who gives some good life advice and seems genuinely invested in our Average Wardrobe Fan's development as a self-realising person. This scene is not brought up again until near the end.

Back to Team A, who have entered a hallway full of unsettlingly realistic child-sized porcelain dolls. They don't move or anything, but the framing and the way they're posed makes it seem like they're watching every move. The hallway ends in a door and everyone files swiftly through, but not before we see the head of a doll at the very start of the hall slowly turn towards them. It might have been the wind. It might have.

Team B have managed to get together again, although TSG is clearly distracted by the thought that It Is Quite Possible To Enjoy Being In A Relationship. They set off, and soon come upon some shuffling eldritch darkness with several more limbs than is generally considered decent.

We go to the two captured folks, being the Blizzard HR girl and a no-nonsense nonbinary person named Teb. They're in a dimly candle-lit room, filled with the faint yet persistent drone of someone chanting in an unknown language and the gentle glow of a bloodstained ritual altar balanced haphazardly on top of a comically small bookshelf. Being tied up, the Weinstein House Representative starts getting all 80s horror girl about the situation before Teb knocks over the bookshelf, grabs the bloody knife and cuts them both free. They're still stuck in a doorless and windowless room, but it's a start.

Team A has filed into a larger chamber that seems totally out of place: a large ballroom. Music starts and in twirl two lines of fashionably-dressed dancers, except they're all in varying states of decay and studiously ignoring the living, to the extent of bumping into one of them and literally falling to pieces over it. There seems to be the sound of talking, and indeed the dessicated jaws are moving, but it's all one voice doing different impressions and accents and speaking of things that never really happened. Team A moves on, thoroughly disconcerted.

Team B is having a rather harder time, as the shambling horror turned out to be a great many shamblings horrorific which chase them gloopily down the crumbling halls. The tension is somewhat ruined by the fact this sounds like someone rather vigorously stirring cooked Mac n Cheese.

They finally burst into a room, locking the door behind them and look ahead to see a floating thing made of four eye-covered golden rings, about the diameter of a mid-size sedan, chained to the ceiling and floor. It tries to spin, but the chains halt it jarringly. One of the police guys pulls out a set of bolt cutters which he used to cut open the door to that room when escaping from gloopy mcgloopface. Everyone looks on in stunned silence as he takes to the chains with those bolt cutters, and with an unexpectedly loud "CRACK!" the chain breaks. One ring can now spin, and the force of the Ring Thing trying to speak makes half of Team B's ears bleed, including Bolt Cutter Boy. He moves onto the next chain, and the floaty blacksmith's puzzle glows brilliantly the moment chain no. 2 breaks.

We return to the not-so-dynamic duo, as Teb paces back and forth, stopping to try and scrub the summoning circles off the walls with the knife, which unfortunately happens to be both rusty and slick with blood. Meanwhile, Little Miss Independent flips through a book that fell off the lectern and reads that sacrifices are to consist of one woman and one Untethered at 12:00 midnight, sharp, or else the demons get annoyed and might threaten to call the manager. It is approaching 10:30 pm, according to a wall-mounted clock, and Princess Beetch gets a funny look in her eye. With unassuming casualness she saunters over to Teb, and in but a short moment tries to put the moves on them, reasoning that they might as well enjoy the few hours they have left, and that clearly all this about being NB must mean they're just packing some serious heat and don't want to be bothered about it. This approach has about the results you'd expect - Teb is extremely insulted and in no small measure disgusted by the utter shamelessness of the suggestion, and goes back to walking about the edges of the walls and trying to glean some extra knowledge from them. Madame Too Bold briefly tries again, but after a withering glare just sulks instead, flipping through selfies on her phone.

Team A now enters what might have been the foyer, except it's now full of vaguely mumbling and badly scarred cultists, who take one look at the team and start chanting all manner of creepy shit in unison, which doesn't seem to have any effect until two members of Team A train their weapons on the rest, and stand looking quite blissful as several cultists start taking whole bites out of their flesh. The rest of the gang backs away as best they can, and look on in horror.

Team B's Cutter Of The Bolts works hard on the 6th, second to last, chain while the incomprehensible voice of the Creature seems to oscillate back and forth through time, and side to side in space besides. This chain cracks like a whip, scoring deeply the skin of Cut Your Chains Into Pieces, This Is My First Resort. The final chain shatters with a sound like a thunderclap, and the Ezekielian Angel rises into the air, its rings spinning properly now as an incomprehensible language echoes throughout the room; [[FEAR THIS NOT. BEAR WITNESS.]]

A swathe of the seals in the windowless box vanish, or rather just stop glowing, and amongst them resolves the shape of a door, through which the Hag Tag Team dashes, with only the sacrificial dagger for protection.

Team A is moments from being fed on by cannibalistic hoodwinkers, when through the floor bursts the Messenger of Jod, singing His praises in biblical Hebraic and banishing the darkness from the room, including the souls of the cultists, whose bodies flop suddenly to the ground and stay there (for once). The angel then says something that might have been construed in the 2nd century as reassuring and flies through the ceiling, leaving a perfect hole right out into the open sky.

Unfortunately not all the cultists get taken out by the Grace And The Might Of The Lord, as the Perturbed Pair find on sprinting headlong into the cult break room. Sex And The Shitty immediately breaks down and gives up, but Teb goes down swinging, cutting two cultists and giving a third a black eye so bad that his whole face swells up. It takes half a dozen of the rest to restrain Them, this time with significantly more rope and an actual padlock. The glyphs in the box room are a botch job at this point, but hey, what can ya do.

It is here that Team B finally meets up with A again, having communicated quite effectively through The Hole. Off the Gang traipses to find the Lost ChillThem, and the tension rises and rises as the time ticks down to midnight, the first peal of the clock bells ringing out as the knife plunges down, only to be very heroically shot out of the cultist's hand. Along with the hand itself. And the wrist, and a good bit of their arm, as this particular bit of surgery is performed by an 8-gauge shotgun blasting the door's deadbolt clean through about an inch and a half of hardwood, 6-odd feet of air and 123cc of human(?) flesh. In bursts the Gang, finally making a regular-ish arrest and saving if not the day then at least its penultimate fifteen seconds.

Here we get the classic "Oh, you saved me!", followed by a passionate kiss that quickly stops as Homoenlightened Sapiens pulls away and firmly states they're quite done, steps back, and leaves the room. Everyone including the Cat Out Of Hell is dumbfounded, and only properly touch base once outside the building. Or at least they try to, but the sanatorium is suddenly bathed in Holy light and is burned away with extreme prejudice, leaving only a hole where the foundations used to be. The players part ways, and the film ends.

We get a post-credits scene where Mr Self-Discovery is eating a sandwich with another guy, and though it's only seen through the window and so not heard, he looks to be enjoying himself very much.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

Pick  one  of  your  muses . Fill  in  the  questions/statements  as  if  you were  your  muse  in  a  new  post Tag  five  people  to  do  this  meme   

Swiped from: someone else TAGGING: @nykrose @magioffire @bastard-basket @distoretion @jiaolong-rp

1. What  is  your  name ? Cairi

2. What  is  your  real  name ? I’m nae giving ye my full name. Nor me witch name.

3. Do  you  know  why  you  were  called  that ? Because me Ma wanted tae name me that.  

4.  Are  you  single  or  taken ? Single.

5.  Have  any  abilities  or  powers ? Healin Magics mostly. I can cure poison an cleanse the earth and water. I can conjure a wee bit of lightning intae me hands in self defense. An a few other things. Mostly plant related. I can sense poisons too.

6. Stop  being  a  Mary Sue.  Excuse me??

7. What’s  your  eye  color ? Bright Green.   

8. How  about  your  hair  color ? Darker browns but also lighter browns further down.

9. Have  you  any  family  members ? Me Ma, Me Step-dad, Me Brother Connor, me 5 step brothers... various aunts an uncles and cousins. Some niblings. Me Grans. The rest of me clan.

10. Oh ? What  about  pets ? I’ve me Familiar. He’s an Albino Raven I hand raised.

12.  Do  you  have  any  hobbies / activities  you  like  doing ? Baking. Reading. Takin a ramble through the woods fer berries an mushrooms. I also like tae do a wee bit of sewing. Oh! And I can’t ferget Arranging flowers. That’s half me shop.

13. Ever  hurt  anyone  before ? Aye.

14. Ever …. killed  anyone  before ? Aye. What? Ye think I’m some namby pamby pony? I’ve been in some messes, let me tell ye. Actually nae. I’d rather nae get intae it.

15. What  kind  of  animal  are  you ? What do ye think?

16. Name  your  worst  habits. I drum me fingers when I’m stressed. I work meself till I pass out lately.... I drink too much coffee right now. Connor an the other lads tell me i’ve become a wee bit spacey. I can’t think of any other’s at the moment.... Me Gran used tae say I’d argue with a wall...?

18. Gay,  straight,  or  bisexual? I’m... nae sure. Me last lover was non-binary. But the one afore that was very much a man... I know I’m attracted tae Lad an nonbinary folk.... really I’m too busy tae really put much thought tae it.

19. Do  you  go  to  school?  Not anymore. Finished me Witchery schoolin a while ago. Then took a few more years tae really understand curse breakin after that.

20. Do  you  ever  want  to  marry  and  have  kids  one  day ? I... I was hoping I’d have been married already. I was goin tae propose tae me last Lover. But shit hit the fan an now I’m burnin meself out tryin tae fix a mess I did’nae even cause.... I don’nae if it’s in the cards fer me. But t’would be nice tae have someone who thought I was special again...

21. Do  you  have  any  fanboys / fangirls ? ... What now? I guess...? If ye’d call me toxic first Ex a fanboy.

22. What  are  you  most  afraid  of ? I’m nae a fan of spiders. I respect them an let them alone... unless they’re in me house! .... The curse takin everythin from me... like it already is startin tae... I’ve seen how me family line has ended up..

23.  What  do  you  usually  wear ? Somethin comfortable. A Blouse an some pants. Or a plain skirt.

24. Do  you  love  someone ? I still miss me Ex. They were so easy tae love an be around... Until they weren’t.. But I guess I can’t say I love them still...

25. When  was  the  last  time  you  wet  yourself? Excuse me?! What kind of question is that?? I don’t know. When I was 5 maybe?

26. Well,  it’s  not   over  yet! Of course it isn’t.

27. What  class  are  you ? That... is a complicated question. I’m a Princess by blood... but I live in a cottage in the woods. Living off what money I earn through trade of me services an the bounty of me garden an the forest.

28. How  many  friends  do  you  have ? I’ve one I’m still in contact with right now. I had tae give up quite a few when I was relocated here.

29. What  are  your  thoughts  on  pie ?  A good pie is always appreciated.

30. Favorite drink? Stout. Herbal Tea. I make a nice raspberry lemonade in summer.

31. What’s  your  favorite  place ? My garden. A cove I remember from when I was a wee lass. Or the reading nook I’ve set up in one of me windows.

32. Are  you  interested  in  someone ? I’m so tired...

33. Would  you  rather  swim  in  the  lake   or  the  ocean? The ocean.

34. What’s  your  type ? Someone who’s nae going to stab me in the back at the first chance they get. An won’t mind I might be completely blind in the not so distant future. Someone ho’s nae going to make me feel worthless every minute of the day.

35. Are  you  wanting  the  quiz  to  end ? Aye! Off with ye now. I’ve things that need doin.

[stoneworldsimp]

what’s mine is not yours —a request

platonic senku x reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety, talk of insecurities and worries, gender dysphoria

your name!

your name!

YOUR NAME!

your hands slapped to your ears, eyes shut tight. i can’t take this so early in the morning.

the voices from your dream had lingered longer than you would have liked. it reminded you it was time to face another day, to endure another long long day and night of hearing the wrong things.

maybe if i went and lived on my own again…i wouldn’t have to deal with it—no. senku needs me. he needs me…what does he need me for again? you rolled onto your stomach; your pillow rustled as you flopped it on top of your head. he doesn’t need me. i’d rather be lonely than hear everyone say some bullshit about me.

everyone in the village knew you as a miss. yuzuriha made you more neutral clothes upon request, but everyone assumed you were tomboyish. luckily, no one read more into it; it was nice to dress comfortably, but it was like no one else understood. why were they still calling you a girl? and the older folks, you knew they meant well! but you couldn’t help but feel like their constant “sweet girl”s were making fun of you at this point.

i can’t do it, i can’t do it, they’re making fun of me right now, as i think. as i exist!

you felt a tear trickle down the side of your nose.

oh, you’re kidding. crying? again? is this—

a knock on your door halted your thoughts; you quickly flipped back and sat up in your bed on the ground of your hut, and wiped your face quickly. you lightly slapped your cheeks to stop yourself from continuing crying.

“yeah.”

“it’s me. can i come in?”

senku’s voice brought some sort of relief; personally you felt it was better for him to come in at such a time than anyone else.

you took a deep breath. “sure, but i just woke up. i’m staying under my blanket.”

senku laughed behind the door. a small shove was made and it opened, revealing a quite chipper senku. he liked to come early in the morning when the rest of the village was quiet.

his smirk faltered once he saw your face. you believed you hid your crying well; you didn’t think to check your red eyes or stinging cheeks.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, his words much gentler than when he asked to come in.

damn. how could i not realize i was so obvious?

with a deep breath, you whispered, “senku.. we’re pretty good friends, right?”

he snickered. “of course we are, way more than that asshole gen.”

his voice was closer. you laughed as well, and wiped your eyes clear. he slowly walked over and sat down on the floor next to you. senku was looking at you, really looking at you; it was intense, almost if he was making sure his closeness or anything about his presence wasn’t bothering you.

“okay…i’m about to say a lot of stuff. let me know if you need me to explain more, or if i’m talking too much. or—“

your words halted as senku put a hand on your shoulder, a smile light on his face. “all ears.”

you smiled back softly. “okay. so—back in..our time,”you gestured between the two of you with your hands, “i told my family and friends i was, uhm… nonbinary. like i don’t feel male or female, i use they/them pronouns; all that good stuff. still feel that way now. and, for quite some time, they didn’t believe me. not in a direct ‘you’re lying’ way, but more of ‘i don’t understand it therefore you shouldn’t understand it’ type of thing. i got a lot of shit from people who weren’t my friends, too. but with my friends’ support and getting more confidence after coming out, my parents were able to kinda see it. but yeah, it took quite some time. probably like.. eight months? even then, i had to remind them constantly, ‘not a daughter. please don’t call me she or he. please don’t call me a woman.’ but we were getting there. and right when we got petrified, right when it happened, i saw the look on my mom’s face.

“we were talking about me and my identity and it was like something had clicked in her brain. like, she knew exactly what i meant and how i felt when i said what it meant to be nonbinary. i don’t even remember what i said specifically, but i remember her expression as if she were standing in front of me right now. i was so hopeful i’d see her again, her expression got me through my petrification and even helped me break out of it. but of COURSE, i didn’t ever see her again after i woke up. and then i almost lost my own sense of self after being by myself for probably a year.. i was under the assumption i’d never meet another person again, so when i did run into your village—i had this gross feeling of dread. and i realized it was the same feeling that basically lived inside of me before i came out.”

you sat up straighter and looked away from senku. “it’s like, i have to rebuild my identity all over again. people always say you shouldn’t care about what other people say, but i can’t help it. i’m a sensitive person. i get hurt easily, no matter how hard i try to thicken my skin. they all, they all just use ‘she’ and ‘her’ and ‘that girl’ so often, it feels like they’re making fun of me, like they’re constantly telling me i’m not who i say i am. and i can’t tell them senku, being nonbinary was confusing for so many people in our time, i hardly believe they’ll understand it now. sure, my parents were fine, but it took a while before they got it. i can only imagine how long it’ll take for everyone here.”

senku was quiet. have you over explained yourself? was it too overbearing? in all honesty you’d only been good friends with senku a short while; you should have waited at least a little bit longer before letting him in on something so personal—

“it all, it all kind of makes sense now.”

huh?! “what?”

“what you told me, i think i get it now.”

you gave him a look up and down. it was possible, but you didn’t think there was much of a chance that senku would be so..cool with it. not right away. you expected some form of silent treatment for at least a day or two, so he could collect his own thoughts.

“i’m gonna say something, and i need you to listen. yeah?”

you stared at him like your brain short-circuited. what the fuck is he gonna say to me.. oh god, he doesn’t wanna be friends anymore. but he’ll be too nice to kick me out of the village. but it is his village—

“hey, hey…are you with me?” you both sat facing each other now, and his hands rested on your shoulders.

just hear him out. “yeah. all ears.”

he smoothed your shoulders with his thumb. “you’re just as valid as everyone out there. i know you’re scared, but believe me when i say they will not be mocking you in any way. sure, it might take a while for them to understand, but theyre not going to give up just because they dont get something right away. it took me a few months to fully convince this village i could help them, and even then, there were still a few who didn’t fully understand the experiments and contraptions i made until a while later. i know that isn’t the same as your situation… but what i’m trying to say is that they will try their best to know you, the real you. they aren’t going to mock you; if anything, they’ll have lots of questions to ask you.

“also, you have me, you have gen to help out in case you don’t have the capacity to answer everything yourself. i’ve a few things about gender before the stone world, and gen definitely knows a lot of things that are relevant to it as well.

“everyone here… they’re all so eager to learn, i highly doubt they’ll be unaccepting. they’ll be curious. and they’ll be happy you’re letting them in on something that is so important.”

tears had made their way down your face and on your clothes halfway through his mini-monologue; you didn’t notice him continuously wiping them away until he was finished. “it’s going to be okay. trust me.”

with a quiet sob, you pushed yourself into his arms for a hug.

“thank you.”

you knew he wasn’t particularly one for any type of physical contact, but he gladly accepted. for the occasion, he thought. his arms slowly wrapped around your slightly shaking body as you tried to calm down. neither of you spoke for a few minutes; only your soft sniffles were heard in the hut.

“senku, i think that was the most i’ve heard you talk about something that wasn’t directly related to science,” you laughed into his neck.

he laughed back. “i had a lot saved, since there were moments i could tell you were kind of uncomfortable. i didn’t want to force you into talking about it either, so i just waited. tried to figure out what i was going to say. it had to be good.. you are one of my closest friends, after all.”

both of you embraced each other a little tighter. “i hope all of this helped, i want you to live here with none of those worries. especially after so many months of having it bottled inside.”

you nodded in response.

today.. today will be the day i tell everyone not to use what they used to call me; that won’t do at all anymore.

today, i’ll tell everyone my name.

[edwardelricsrightarm]

Riza Hawkeye as a child/young teen but she's just this Annie Oakley ass prodigal sharp shooter little shit who cuts her hair off with kitchen scissors and runs absolutely buckwild in the woods on her father's estate terrorizing small animals (humanely hunting I'm just being dramatic)

Roy boy is just this awkward nerdy little cornball who wants to get along, but they also kinda have that dynamic from the Swan Princess when Derek and Odette were kids ya feel me? Just watch the childhood montage from that movie you'll understand- ☠️

They have like nothing in common at the time (so they assume) and yet they end up thick as thieves cause Riza hasn't had many friends that she can see outside of her education and had an extremely isolated upbringing, so this goofy sweet baby faced dork just got her like that, even if he sometimes drives her nuts a little bit.

Riza would get upset fairly often bc her neglected social and emotional upbringing would get to her (bc realistically,,,,we know that was the case), and Roy got extremely good at knowing when she's upset and would often be the one to listen to her air her thoughts out (callback to the phone call scene after her encounter with pride, this lends background to how he knows her so well and reads her stress levels like a book even over the phone)

Mundane headcanons:

Roy would transmute little clay/dirt doves and targets for Riza bc he was worried about her shooting glass bottles and other assorted not necessarily safe objects.

Roy is trans, I can't untrans him that's just who he is to me. Riza is a self declared tomboy who I hc as nonbinary/demigirl. They're also bi4bi it's canon Arakawa told me.

Riza didn't really know good birthdays, and when Roy realized this it broke his heart bc Chris always tried to remember stuff like that for him and she's not even his own biological mother. So, he made an annual routine of gifting her something (often transmuted and unique).

Riza loved being out in nature back then and knew the wooded areas around the estate like the back of her own hand, when she and Roy had warmed up more to one another she made a routine of showing him all the neat little spots she'd found in the area for one reason or another, just for the sake of sharing that with someone. These remain some of their fondest memories.

Riza would be more likely to go out to shoot targets when she was angry or upset, if she was having a good day and had the time she would be more likely to go hunting because she enjoyed the hiking and tracking but couldn't focus on it when internally upset. Roy eventually figured this out as well.

Riza climbed so many trees, rocks, outcroppings, etc- and was always scraped up from something she probably shouldn't have climbed getting the better of her.

Riza used to have a nanny birddog named Otto, but he passed away before Roy came around, so making a new friend in him after that loss was a big comfort to her. She was hesitant to have other dogs until Hayate.

They're both autistic.

Relatedly, Riza would go nonverbal and lock herself in her room sometimes. Roy, concerned, would approach this by slipping little notes under the door offering company if needed, while not pushing her to talk.

Riza would sing/hum while doing chores or out and about exploring and on every occasion Roy overheard this he'd turn red from ear to ear- if she caught it and realized he'd heard she'd be twice as embarrassed.

Riza would take Roy foraging and showed him some useful/edible plants, and safe berries and mushrooms that she knew in the region. He was honestly always pretty impressed, especially considering some mushrooms that are safe have toxic siblings that look identical.

Both of them are varying levels of nerd. Riza is the type who's full of trivia, especially weird facts about her special interests (animal behavior, guns, bushcraft, navigation and tracking stuff, etc), Roy started out neutral to this but over time infosharing kinda became their love language, and he'd start to infodump right back. They'd spend hours like that some days.

Riza knows constellations really well for navigational reasons, and there were times that she showed Roy a way to get onto the roof from the attic and they'd stargaze. She would teach folk names of constellations, regional lore behind them, navigational uses for them etc; Roy would tell her basic facts about space and astronomy that come with understanding of alchemy.

Riza typically stuck to small prey (rabbits, fowl, easy to retrieve misc.), but Roy had an awakening when Riza first killed a whole ass deer (albeit a young one) and came back with it thrown over both shoulders with the determined energy of a small lionness.

Riza is REALLY good at cooking and baking because she had a bit too much free time to fuck around in the kitchen. She also learned how to cure and smoke meats bc of her hunting. It certainly helped them stay well fed.

Roy developed a habit of cooking for the household pretty regularly in a swapped routine with Riza after only a while of being around because he saw how much she had to be self sufficient in almost every way and honestly just wanted to relieve her of the constant responsibility and self parentification. He'd also help with chores constantly.

Roy had major internal conflict even early on because he respected his teacher greatly for his intelligence and brilliance, but also kned that Riza wasn't being raised well, and that no matter what he does, Berthold can only decline mentally. This is the root of his protective and caretaking behavior with her, ultimately.

Roy doodled and sketched a lot back in the day and had a little booklet that he guarded with his life bc it started out random assorted things, but eventually devolved into a book full of cute little doodles of mostly Riza jammed into the last half of the book (She can never know-). He still has it stored away.

Riza could easily pick him up even then, this never changed. She got to show this once when he sprained his ankle on a hike with her and she held half his weight as a crutch with no strain to herself. He never quite recovered from that (but boy did it make his crush worse).

Roy would notice rarely he'd have a shirt go missing and never could figure out why til he'd find Riza wearing an identical shirt. (She told herself it's just cause they're cozy of course- she just likes boys clothes too! They look nice under overalls and are comfortable to sleep in! nothing more /s) They never said a word about it even though it was right in front of them, they couldn't dare.

Roy had a bike, and she'd ride behind him down some of the rural roads and paths that could support it for fun sometimes.

During winter the home would get pretty chilly because of its size and not enough stoves/fireplaces to fully warm the declining estate, so when snowed in on miserably cold winter days they'd usually end up reclined in the study by the space heater or in the loungeroom by the fireplace reading separately, but still occasionally talking back and forth.

Riza stopped hunting post-Ishval. She couldn't bring herself to derive that same innocent pride and appreciation for the circle of life she once had, and felt she no longer deserved to have that respectful exchange with the cycle of life and death after what her skills had been used for. She never stops going to shooting ranges, but it's either for standard upkeep of practice or to vent.

[casualwriters]

Cupid Love Arrow | Steve Harrington. |

Summary - You never thought in ten million years that you are going on a date with fucking Steve Harrington, you were never the type who like the little Miss perfect of Hawkins, but one night out of no we're Steve asked you out and maybe you enjoyed it.

Type - Fluff

MASTERLIST

Paring - S1 Steve Harington X Nonbinary Reader. ( for male or female readers.)

unnecessary Tags - @peakyrogers @princess-kaija @iwannadeletemyself @suchababie @comebackjessica @motherofdicks

A/N - Hope yall enjoy I was in the mood for some cute fluff (:

Walking up to your Locker the fresh start of your new day in

Hawkins, You and your family moved here only a couple months ago, your mom wanted a fresh start away from the City and away from your old life so now you are here, stuck in this small country Highschool. Shutting the locker after you shoved all the books in your locker you closed it turning around to walk around the hall because there was still some free time before the Bell ring. "New kid watch out!" You heard the screaming and when that happens you turned your head to see what all the commotion was going on and before you could even move the football hit your face gulping for a second, not noticing how embarrassed you have gotten you cover your face "What the fuck?" you question turning around to see a couple boys you wiped the blood that was dripping down your noise the football still in hand, one of the guys was cute but they all looked stupid. "Here you damn ball back" You threw it at the main guy with mid force hitting him in the chest making the other boys chuckled and laugh nudging the Alpha male. "Idiots" You whisper under your breath hearing the Main male walk over to you "What your name?" The male asked he was handsome, but his hair was bigger than most of mine and god his cologne. "What do you want?" You moan hearing the bell knowing that be a good way to ignore him but he was still following you like a stalker. "Steve, um Steve Harrington" Turning around now in front of your class "y/n, now I am going take my noise that is still in pain and leave bye Steve" You scoffed entering your class.

The day had gone fast sitting on the side cigarette hanging on the left side of your lip, you were annoyed and had a shitty day getting hit by a football and all the teacher were just dicks, now putting the cherry on all of it missing your bus your mom would not be off work for another hour, she would not be happy. The door open next to you hearing A male and two females talking Oh speak of the Devil. Stomping out the Cigarette standing up to not be stuck with Prisses and Captian jock Pass for sure. Now I just got to figure out if I want to walk the five miles or call mom and wait. "Later You Two, Hey Y/n Wait up!" He yelled across the parking lot. "What Do you want? The bothersome was clearly shown on your face and You think Steve could tell but it was almost an hour after the buses left so Steve wonder why you were here all alone. "Why you all here alone?" He was actually not trying to be Cocky or an ass which was a shock for both of you. "Miss the Bus," You say swinging your bag over your shoulder Steve followed you as you were walking to head home, he was hot on your tracks and stop in front of you. "Steve do you have anything better than harass me?" You questioned ur folding your arms so you do not end up strangling the poor kid. "Why don't I give you a drive home and in return why don't you let me take you on a date" Taken off guard wasn't the only thing you felt the red crept up on your cheeks now your ending up looking at the top of your combat boots. Looking back up " A month of you being my Taxi driver and then I will go on a date with you" You said bluntly hoping he says yes because you do not want to ride that discussing bus again. Steve was a bit taken back about blunt you were but he thought it was kinda cute He smiled "I pick you up tonight It a deal! let's go" he says making you rolled your eyes "I am fucking coming," You yelled at him.

The snap of the seat belt and looking around in the car was a sweet ride but you did not want Steve's head to get too big. Sitting in there in quiet with glances from Steve part could not stop you from smiling but hid it well the day was long watching Steve pass the trees and watching the Fall leaves get crumpled under the wheels you heard Steve say "When did you come to Hawkins?" Steve asked Sitting up from laying your head down "Couple months ago from the City, mom wanted a new start so dragged me halfway across the state to Hawkins" Steve nodded "it gets a bit lonely here when you do not have any friends." He chuckled " It seemed like you are Mister Popular" Steve turned on your road but he looked at you shaking his head and he said nothing, you decided not to push him so you stayed quiet and just talk about yourself. "Don't need to answer" you smiled at him seeing that he had stopped at your house, You Grinned "see you Later Steve?" you say hanging in the window and walked inside to get ready for the date that was weird to say, maybe you don't hate him that much even if Cupid screw up a bit.

"I will be home at Ten sharped okay" You smiled at your younger siblings brush their hair out of their face and kissing them goodbye walking over to your mom with a worried glance, she has been working night shifts since we moved here and she been passing out every time her body hits the couch. "Love you, Mom." Walking out the door shutting it softly to not wake her up waving to Steve in the car but he was already out there with a bouquet of flowers, they were lovely the shock was on your face smiling "Such a romantic" You say plucking the bouquet out of his hand they were red Roses how cute. "I Adore Roses now hop in were losing the night" He teased.

"Steve, why do I have to keep my eyes closed?" You asked Steve had told you to keep your eyes closed since you got in the car and you were curious why " Oh do not ruin the surprise And no it not a party" He says with a small smile you knew Steve seemed to be Mr. Hot guy, at school and fooled all the woman but this was another side of him that you saw even if you guys just met, it not that hard to pick up on things. "You going to be the death of me" Steve poked your side making you squeaked. "Jerk," you mumbled playfully at him.

Hearing the car stop "Okay just hold on okay?" You were quite confused and wondering if this was gonna be how you die, like in one of those horror movies, you really hoped it wasn't "Is this when I die Steve?" You heard the door open Steve chuckled "If your lucky you won't die." Steve help you out of the car feeling his arms wrapped your race goosebumps came across your arms and He smiled "Open them" You were taken back you could see all of Hawkins from you, "Steve it stunning" you say You Lean on the car saying "My worries seem to be gone when I am up here and of course with you" you teased. "Is your mother okay" Steve could tell it was not just the nerves of the date that was bothering them and the drapes were open. "She been working a lot, Me and my siblings have to take the bus to school I am sorry you did not hear to listen to this.'' A shy whisper came from your lips Jumping to sit on the front of the car Steve shakes his head sitting on the car with you, Looking at you seeing that you were wrapping your arms around your shoulder, "Come here you idiot" He teased taking the demi jacket off and t slipping it over your shoulders. "Tell me what up?" He asked knowing that since you got in the car ride you have been deep in your head he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Taking a large sigh "My mother lost our farther only three years, ago but he always treated her like complete shit" You grew angry just thinking by it your fists curled Steve seeing that has he moved closer putting his hand over your red knuckles. "He drinks too much, I always had to take care of my siblings, my mom was working two jobs and my dad was out at multiple bars." Huffing thinking this was the normal laying On the car. Steve just stared at you in Awe you looking at the stars he was content this way and that was okay. "Steve come lay down" you Snicker at the young man tugging at his hand like nothing you just said bother you. " My Folks are never there I know it was nothing like what happens to you but staying in that big house all alone fucking sucks". Nodding keeping your eyes on the stars pointing to one and another. "It, not a completion every story has a their tragic story" Steve saw you leaning your head on his shoulder seeing you relax in his arms. Wrapping his arm around you nodding and enjoying the silence. "Maybe we should do this again," Steve says looking toward you.

Smiling at Steve " Maybe we should Uh".

[the27percent]

———  BASICS  !

(PEN)NAME:  Eh. I answer to a few - starting Kyrian is fine, tomie is fine, rumi is fine.

PRONOUNS:they/them or xe/xyr

ZODIAC  SIGN:  Sagittarius

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE:  single.

———  THREE  FACTS  !

Big horror nerd. Part of me wants to explore writing horror poetry - is that a thing? That has to be a thing. I want to write some specific horror poetry like pieces. So that may be what I try to do a personal writing front

I’m a sucker for any rice and veggies based dishes. Love that stuff. So much. I will try any and all variations of it and be very content with it for the rest of my days.

I honestly considered a PhD - maybe in critical data studies or science of technology and society. but.. I’m not doing that. I’m still very interested in those fields though because the implications of all this shit is something I do spend a lot of time thinking about.

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr, I have discord as an option, i mess around on twitter now and then (because of some friends more than anything else really lol) and i used to like forums a lot. Sometimes I like the idea of emailing rp replies or something idk.

I’ve been writing since ...2010, so it’s been about 12 years now. That’s... that’s really something else. But I do enjoy my characters a lot so it is what it is.

I sometimes do some original fiction and other writing. I don’t have anywhere really to host it .. outside of an occasional newsletter I do.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER: My muses tended to end up some kind of nonbinary even if they didn’t start as such originally. That’s just how it is for me. I am not sorry about it at all.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S):Uh. I mean. I have ones that I don’t like but I don’t.. care enough about fc in general to talk about it too much. It’s partially why I’m like at this point fc are besides the point a little bit. I have them but.. eh.

MULTI OR SINGLE: Single for now. If I had more muses that I wanted to write on this platform maybe I would do a multimuse. I like the idea. I’ve even considered just doing two of my muses on one blog and the other standing alone because two are close in universe to each other and their interactions vs the one. But like.. I’m not doing all that work. I just move between accounts as I need to.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !  ♡    

FLUFF: Fluff is fine. I enjoy writing it - but like it’s hard for me because I don’t consider muses just interacting and getting to see what people are about to be fluffy necessarily. It’s just part of different interactions. I don’t know. I think fluff can sometimes be a misnomer for what I like to write. I do like cute stuff, i really do - but like there’s often more to it - there’s usually a surfacing of other things that may not come up.  It’s cool though, I’m not opposed to it at all.

ANGST: Open to angst although it’s really dependent on the nature of the muse. And angst once again doesn’t feel like.. the term that I would use. Like fluff/angst - I’m not one or the other. I’m more interested in adventures, conversations, random encounters, things that emerge from the interactions that may not be easily placed into one thing or another. So I guess I struggle with these kinds of categorizations.

SMUT: Open to it - I think I genuinely prefer it in more private settings but if folks are okay using read mores or whatever.. I can do that. I think this is just another element of characterization that can be interesting. How do characters get to that point? Do they struggle with it? If so why? Confronting issues with desire is .. something that I find myself curious about. Or working through acting on it is .. interesting to me. But it’s not necessary for a good interaction. It’s just an option if the dynamic seems to be appropriate for it.

PLOT  /  MEMES:Always good for light plotting just get a set up of what’s happening and where is this going potentially. I like having room for things to emerge from the things that our muses do together. Also down for winging it. And please do send all the memes, they are solid starting points- if only to get a sense of how muses respond to each other.

tagged by: @viopolis @cosmicnexus

tagging: you

[ambassadorquark]

here’s a long post about a bunch of webcomics i love and recommend. i’ve certainly read & liked other ones and have just lost track of them somehow but these are like, mostly classics that basically anyone who reads newer webcomics will recommend to you and a couple i’ve found more recently that i loved. tried to limit it to FAVES that update pretty regularly or are already completed so you can get quality stories out of it but it still ended up mammoth so uh, it’s goin’ under a readmore

namesake - super long-running comic with beautiful art, consistent and frighteningly frequent updates, made by Webcomics Pros. it’s about people who have the ability to enter the worlds of essentially any fairy tales in which the protagonists happen to share their name, and the lore only gets more intricate from there. this one is a very engaging archive binge as it’s been running for about a million years

gunnerkrigg court - honestly if you’re not already reading gunnerkrigg court i'd be very surprised since this is another one that’s been going easily since the invention of webcomics (not really, but THAT ARCHIVE!). i don’t know how to summarize it beyond saying it STARTS as a story about a girl attending a quirky boarding school and is now kind of a sweeping epic about the intersection of technology, nature, and divinity. there’s time travel or something in there now?! you will love renardine. i love renardine

paranatural - another one i’m sure you’re already reading and if not, WHY? it’s a fun li’l action-comedy about middle schoolers fighting ghosts with the help of other ghosts. has been running for a good while and gone through some weird changes but is also probably one of the funniest serial comics i’ve ever read

he is a good boy - a super weird, cerebral, since-finished comic by online comics vet KC Green, about a little acorn finally leaving the tree he grew on after it dies. this one has more “adult” content than any of the previous ones, but if you can handle some cartoony gore and obscenity it’s really funny, strange, and worth checking out

anything by evan dahm tbh - these come recommended by absolutely anyone with taste because evan dahm makes beautiful fantasy comics. rice boy and order of tales are both completed and have a bizarre, super-unique setting and bittersweet approach to these delicate, human stories (despite having no actual human characters). vattu is still currently running and is a slightly more grounded fantasy comic about a little girl from a nomadic hunter-gatherer culture getting caught up in the machinery of the empire that’s moving in on the land where she was born. cannot recommend these enough TBH

also anything on johnny wander - this site contains a bunch of comics by a couple of married comics pros; a big backlog of their really funny, charming autobio comics, the entirety of their graphic novel lucky penny, a whole bunch of shorter comics you might have seen around, and also their new, longer-form webcomic barbarous, which is about a wizard school dropout who’s appointed as a super at an apartment building full of weird magical folks. recommended because there’s a lot of quality stuff in there for you

the sword interval - on webtoon, completed. legit my favorite thing i’ve read in a hot minute. modern fantasy about a young woman who tracks down a legendary, but retired monster hunter for help on her quest to find and kill the lich-like being who killed her parents. gorgeous art, super awesome monster designs, twists on twists, characters you will never want anything bad to happen to ever. reggie the golem.

widdershins - a pretty well established comic i only just read recently. a series of connected stories following different characters from a big ensemble cast and their various adventures in a magical town in victorian west yorkshire. full of fun old-timey shit and wizards. i read it obsessively in like a day. super funny, super long archive. extremely endearing characters who you also will never want anything bad to happen to.

the last halloween - abby howard is a godly horror artist who’s been doing this comic since her style and sense of humor were almost completely different, but the story really does grow as it goes and is both very spooky and very funny. book one is about a little girl facing the potential extinction of humanity after the spontaneous appearance of billions of monsters. it’s currently in book 2, which is a direct sequel about different characters that actually updates sporadically at the moment because the artist is making other cool stuff. definitely still worth it though. gets intense as hell

string theory - this one got back into regular updates pretty recently! i’m linking the about page, not the homepage, because this one is about nasty people doing nasty things and there’s a few CWs that the author mentions right in the summary. it’s an alternate history sci-fi set in a near future where the USA was devastated by nuclear weapons after the cuban missile crisis but is mostly a character driven story about a jerkhole scientist having a terrible couple years. i can’t explain this one at all. if you like terrible men as much as i do you’ll probably enjoy it

tiger, tiger - a beautifully drawn maritime fantasy about a young noblewoman who impersonates her sea captain brother in order to launch an expedition to study sea sponges. there is a sexy nonbinary sea monster character if that sweetens the pot for you any. awesome, subtly integrated worldbuilding. super funny and charming. i love this one a whole bunch

bybloemen - i’m not just recommending this because i’m vague internet acquaintances with the author, it’s ALSO an extremely one-of-a-kind comic about the dutch tulip mania, and also demons. the art is gorgeous and the character designs are some of my favorites out there in newer webcomics. just kind of an extremely good concept that i think everyone should check out. and it’s funny, duh

mare internum - completed. an extremely affecting sci-fi set on Mars. you really just have to read this one, honestly. i’m also linking to the about page on this one because it contains CWs to keep in mind; it’s an incredibly well-constructed character study of some flawed, complicated people and also awesome if you like space aliens.

ozzie the vampire - another supernatural action-comedy because i know what i like, about a recently turned vampire girl and her best friend defending their small new jersey town from demons. super funny, super exciting, and really grounded and realistic for a story that’s about a vampire punching demons. the artist is also a superhuman wizard who draws a whole other comic, a shounen inspired action story called station square that you should check out if you end up liking ozzie.

[yejixan]

[ CHAN LEE, HE/THEY, NONBINARY ]  —  [ YE-JIN AN ]  is a child of  [ ZEUS ]  with the power of  [ ELECTROKINSES ] .  they were born in  [ 1997 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2009 ] .  with the change, they  [ GRADUATED FROM ]  the  [ BUSINESS ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ IN THE SQUARE OR WORKING ON THEIR THIRD CUP OF COFFEE OF THE DAY ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ SUN ]  building . 

putting on my clown makeup bc alphonsine was supposed to be my last muse,,,, im the biggest fool around i fear

name: ye-jin an

age: 24

pronouns: he/they

birthday: june 4th

track/job: business & the rec’s lead

sexuality: queer

ethnicity: korean

He’s the product of two selfish and irresponsible individuals, Zeus and An Hyeri. They met on a random night, both with wild and unpredictable nature. One thing led to another and he was born, no tears, just a look of annoyance. Because he had to be brought into a world where he shared the blood with two careless individuals.

He never learned of his father ( better yet, sperm donor ) since his mother didn’t know him. Not like she cared, she was such a flimsy and go with the wind type of woman that it angered Ye-Jin. Constantly coming home late, always drinking, always sleeping, such a messy person, God why him. It was like Hyeri was the child and Ye-Jin was the parent. Her complete opposite, Ye-Jin was strong willed, upfront, mature, and independent. Even as a child he caught the eye of many adults who complimented him for his maturity, saying how they wished their own children were like him. He never liked those compliments because it wasn’t like he was like this on purpose, he had to be. He much rather be outside playing with the other boys his age, he just couldn’t.

Despite his annoyance about his mother and her childish personality, he did love her and couldn’t just leave her. She was a terrible mother but she was still a good person. Her cooking was horrid but it was thought that came with it. She was never around when he got out of school but she always made sure to buy his favorite ice cream every Friday. They couldn’t always hang out but she made an effort to show up for all school events. And whenever the two were spotted in public together, everyone always believed they were more like siblings than a mother and son. Ye-Jin also felt the same way. “Ye-Jin,” she would slur his name after a night of drinking. “You’re a good kid. Mom wouldn’t know what she would do without you.”

Hyeri needed him and in a way he also needed her.

However, their relationship soon collapsed as he turned twelve. Hyeri took the next few days off to go on a camping trip with Ye-Jin. He always wanted to go on one when he was younger but never could because his mother was always working. Until that week where she promised to dedicate all of her time to him. Things were going great, the two were having fun, they were smiling and acting like a normal family. He was at his happiest moment until it transformed into one of his most tragic ones. It was a monster that showed up and attacked the two. Luckily heroes arrived to save them but only when it was too late. Hyeri had been badly injured and Ye-Jin lost his right leg.

After taking the two to the hospital, the heroes told him that he was a demigod just like them, that was why he was attacked. He figured that he was something different after an incident a month ago occurred. Where he learned of his ability on a simple accident from messing around at home with the light board. He never told Hyeri of it because he didn’t want to worry or scare her, unfortunately, he ended up doing just that. When his mother awakened and was told of this new information, she looked at her child with pure horror and fear. As if he was the monster that attacked her. He couldn’t even stay in the same room as her without her shaking uncontrollably or screaming for him to leave. An Hyeri no longer needed him but he needed her more than ever.

The heroes brought up Nemean Lion as a safe haven for him, he’ll receive protection and be surrounded by fellow demigods. He accepted it right away, only to protect his mother from any more monsters. Unfortunately he had to wait a few weeks before boarding a plane to America, a foreign place where he didn’t know the language at all. All he had were the heroes who rescued him and the Greek language that came to him naturally.

Not only that, he had to continue with his rehabilitation in America. He felt even more distant and alone throughout this process, the one parent he used to rely on no longer wanted him. Then there was his father Zeus, the bastard who cursed him. Ye-Jin believed that if it wasn’t for the God’s selfish and reckless nature, none of this would’ve happened. His mother wouldn’t be in the hospital, she would be fine and healthy. As for Ye-Jin? He wouldn’t have been born and he was okay with that. He had given up on life, there was no need for him to continue living anymore. Only one other demigod gave him the hope to keep on going, the reminder that he was needed and that Hyeri will always love him. That soon enough, others will need and love him as well.

That was all a traumatized twelve year old needed to hear before getting his life together.

Once reserved and unable to speak, Ye-Jin snapped back to his usual straightforward and organized self. He made friends, learned how to control his ability, more about the Gods, the monsters, and how to coexist without his right leg. A temporary prosthetic leg was given to him, just to see if he’ll be fine with it. At first, he didn’t wear it unless told to, he kept to the wheelchair given to him. But as the months went on, he was seen using it more before deciding on getting a permanent prosthetic leg.

Ye-Jin never left NL, he had nowhere to go and he really didn’t want to leave. He stayed there and helped out, spending his years as an RA before aiming even higher by running the rec. Some of the money he gets, he would send it to Hyeri. He hasn’t talked to her since, the last he heard of her was that she was staying with his grandparents. An urge to pick up a phone and call her was always there but never enough to actually go through with it. He’ll be fine just sending her money and keeping his distance from her.

wanted connections : : 

the heroes that saved him (1/2) : : ye-jin is very much in debt of these two! they protected not only him but also his mother, so he owes them his life. in his eyes, the can do no wrong. like ever. 

the demigod who gave him the will to live : : now he holds this individual on a high pedestal because when he was at his lowest, they were there for him. literally has their back no matter what

best friend / a trio : : everyone needs a best friend or two, which includes ye-jin. i just want a group who he goes to whenever he’s feeling down or exhausted because of work 

demigods who are on his shit list : : he’s a perfectionist who needs everything to be in the right order, that includes everything that happens in the rec. and knowing the crazy demigods we all have, i’m sure one of them has pissed him off a few times. so he literally has their on his shit list ( it’s in his room! )

hookups : : ye-jin gets around during his freetime, he deserves it tbh 

literally ANYTHING! i’m down for whatever folks

[fansofvow]

im here to clear up some things.

edit: just scroll to the bottom for the tl;dr cause this is a lot but i think its necessary so it doesnt seem half assed or glossed over.

if you can’t tell by the perpetual lowercase here, its mod galen! i figured i should address the drama coming on here from a different perspective. no, this isn’t mod atlas dumping all her problems on me, she’s already tried talking abt it herself - its me deciding to speak up on my own accord after seeing the shitfest my dash has become.

keep in mind - i will be happy to discuss any of this with you guys civilly, but im not going to be kind to nasty anon hate. dm us, or just send us a polite ask, and we can sort things out! if we’ve done something ignorant, i promise you we will educate ourselves and apologise sincerely.

the galen thing

first and foremost - i saw some people saying its sus that i, an nb mod, was added to the blog right after the galen debacle. it was not to save face or hide behind me! ironically, the reason i got added now of all times was because mod atlas and i were discussing what was going on, i gave my thoughts on the matter, she asked me if id be interested in being a mod!

mod atlas then thanked me for my insight and educated her on the issue and figured it would be a good idea to actually have someone in the lgbt+ community on the blog - that way, these silly ignorant mistakes will not happen again. i wont let it happen. not to mention she’s getting pretty busy in her personal life so she thought itd be a good idea to bring someone else on board.

i believe that people can learn from their mistakes - i was also hurt by that misgendering galen post. i bitched about it too. but i saw that everyone involved apologised, genuinely didn’t mean it, and promised to do better. and i’ll hold them to that! but im not gonna start talking trash abt them on other peoples blogs just bc they made a rly ignorant post. if you’re cis, i really don’t want you speaking up on this matter anymore. its not your fight. youre not in the position to forgive nor condemn any of these people. trans folk, im not going to tell you that anyone deserves your forgiveness, that’s up to you, but what they do deserve is your decent respect. unless they say theyre blatantly against trans people - aka make a deliberately transphobic statement rather than one made out of pure ignorance - in that case, all bets are off lmfao. i dont take that shit lightly and ill come for you too.

to the person who made the misgendering galen post - you know who you are, i dont want to send you any more hate than you’ve already been getting so im not going to @ you, but please. reupload your apology about the post, cause i scrolled through your blog for ages and didn’t find it - if i didn’t see it reblogged on this blog, i wouldn’t have known you apologised. i wouldn’t have felt like your blog is a safe space for nonbinary folk. its important you own up to mistakes and keep the apology there.

the nahara thing

look. im poc. im also straight up sick and tired of lovestruck’s mistreatment of dark-skinned characters, especially black characters (why do half of them look like recoloured white people....?) like nahara. its important for our representation that she does well! that way, we can get more diverse li’s on our roster in the future instead of every skinny white person getting the spotlight and 9238428903 seasons. (i love you onyx and juliette, but what the fuck.)

that being said - i dont think what mod atlas said was that bad, especially considering it wasn’t here on fansofvow, the only thing reblogged onto here being her english lesson on galen’s route with a relieved comment abt how thats a series started right.

please understand - we’ve been afraid of the new characters’ routes ever since the strike. a lot of writers left, a lot are likely to be leaving, and we’re concerned about the status of the app. this wasn’t to shoot down nahara, but out of pure relief that we’re not seeing a downwards spike in the writing quality post-strike.

that being said - if you think nahara’s route is well written, and great - thats awesome! please give her all the love for us, cause we do want her to do well. she’s just not our cup of tea. can we please respect that instead of slamming this blog’s name? nahara is still doing well, im seeing hype for her everywhere- one or two negative opinions wont change that. we’re not even going to a leave a review in-app, which is the most important form of community feedback to lovestruck.

the posts have been deleted. please, give it a rest. keep loving nahara. quit the drama.

the nikolai’s route in school thing

all the students that saw the screenshots were 18+, and none of the examples were sexual in nature. teenagers get shown romeo and juliet in school, a play ending in a double suicide, but showing adults a few lines of good writing from a 17+ app is bad? its not like she showed them a scene from a straight up porno, its just a story that happens to have sexual themes in it. its up to the students whether they read the whole story or not, and they’re mature enough to handle it. that’s all im going to say abt the matter, cause im no teacher,

and lastly...

i see a lot of people saying that we, fansofvow, need to “set an example” cause we think we’re a “fandom leader” or somehow think we’re on some high horse cause of clout? i have no idea where this started because ik for a fact mod atlas has never referred to herself as a “fandom leader” or anything like that, and guys, we’re not that up ourselves. we don’t even have tons of followers! we’re just doing our thing to support VOW. please don’t put words in our mouths.

with all that out of the way, i hope we can move on and make the community a happier place for everyone.

-mod galen

tl;dr: people make ignorant mistakes sometimes. mod atlas has apologised for reblogging the post abt misgendering galen, wants nahara to do well, only showed non-sexual writing examples of nikolai to 18+ students and never called herself a “fandom leader.”

[rpbetter]

Hey there, check out this pinned post first!

Thanks for visiting Roleplay Better, where I believe that you can fucking do better! That kind of language, however, is why it is important for you to read this post before proceeding.

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I have that rule because this blog can/will/does address topics inappropriate for a younger audience. Those can include, but are not limited to:

not safe for work - violence, injury, sexual language, smut, substance use

“dark topics” and themes like violence, unhealthy relationships, mental illness, trauma, graphic injury, dubious consent, substance use, and so forth addressed realistically

foul, sexual, and otherwise “Adult” language

 unpopular opinions and approaches about writing, RP, fandoms

“negativity” since literally anything can be, and my whole point here isn’t about holding back; it is likely that, at some point, in some post or another, a shoe will fit you-you need to be mature enough to handle that without taking it as a personal attack on you

images and links that may contain things inappropriate for a younger audience

this blog is founded upon the idea that fiction has reflections in reality, but that fiction does not utterly equate to reality. You should write with realism, your characters should be people in their own right, and you should absolutely be addressing many popular topics responsibly, which is to say realistically. I do not support or otherwise condone purity culture, so while realism is a big deal here, fiction = reality arguments are a no

seriously, you have no idea how fucking salty I am! I try to be fair, reasonable, and mellow with everyone, but it can and does come out.

This blog tags for common, major triggers, but it is not for those easily triggered or particularly sensitive. By proceeding, you take responsibility for yourself...like a mature adult. I expect you to utilize blacklist, unfollow, and block. Tag format is simple, it is literally just the word in most cases, with “cw” and “tw” added to particularly common things. Example, a post containing a breakdown of forms of dubcon will be tagged #dubcon #dubious consent. If that was specifically of a sexual nature, since tumblr is unfriendly to using Not Safe For Work now, I will be using #notsafe for sexual topics. In the event that this needs to change, it will be posted about, the previous tag left intact, so that you may update your blacklist.

You are always welcome to send me an ask or private message requesting a particular trigger be tagged for you. I try to check blogs I see following, especially if I follow back, so that I can tag what you require. However, I’m a person, I’m an ND, ill, busy person though, I do make mistakes!

If you find yourself desirous of telling me to tag in a hateful way, don’t. You will not be responded to with an apology and kindness. Do not be rude, it’s uncalled for when informing someone of a problem or making a request.

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Don’t tumblr message me. Use the inbox or submit.

Due to recent events, I am changing this rule. It’s hard for me to receive messages unexpectedly, and I hate to imply that I’ll be able to get to these quicker because it isn’t the truth. Quicker, better responses come from the inbox. However, there have been too many incidents lately in which people needed to speak privately and had to make that a request. If you’re having a problem and need to vent, request sensitive advice, etc.? It’s alright, go ahead and drop me a PM, y’all. I’ll get back to you as soon as I am able. Please, do not be angry with me if I respond to inbox things or my queue is running! You’re important to me, I just might not have the requisite social cognition and energy you deserve at that time.

Aggressive inbox messages will be responded to in kind. I don’t care if you are on anon or not, if you haven’t an ounce of polite communication skills, I won’t have them either. This is not a “we don’t publish anon hate” blog.

I highly encourage asks and submissions on any and all RP topics, and it’s perfectly alright to be salty as fuck in them, you can totally vent here, but don’t take out your frustration on me or be demanding of me. I am always happy to help with information, advice, or just a response to your venting-it’s important to know someone is listening. However, it may take me a few days to a week to get to you, be patient. 

If you are going to vent, leave out usernames. This isn’t a callout or burnbook blog. It’s fine to state characters and fandoms, but if this becomes a problem, it’ll have to change. I don’t want this becoming a salt blog for one or two fandoms I very likely can’t even stand. Practice the fine art of alluding to things, its good experience for your writing! Besides, RPC problems are RPC problems, I promise. It might feel like it’s just your fandom, but there is something relatable in all corners.

I will not overly police comments. Keep the slurs and shit out of it, though. If there is an issue going on pertaining to a serious instance of hate speech, or behavior I, personally, deem as too inappropriate and/or immature to be taking place on my post, I will step in. Otherwise, I expect everyone to be adults in the comments and reblogs too. If you want to argue with each other, that’s your business. If you want to argue with me, I’m not sorry in advance.

Addition to the above: this is not a blog in which it will be tolerated that commentators or those submitting with the URLS are targeted for callouts, shaming, or other instances of bullying. No, I cannot make those people stop bothering you by blocking them, but the least I can do is address that by shutting down their access to this blog and it’s posts by blocking on the URLs I have for them. And I will. Fuck that “we can’t be responsible for” shit. It’s my blog, it’s my content I’m putting out there, I’m not going to just ignore shit like what went down over on COAR, thanks. Not. Cool.

This is definitely not a place for:

people who think giving muses labels, including top/bottom “dynamics,” is a good substitute for character traits, personality, and development

those with no reading comprehension skills

folks dependent upon aesthetics and aesthetics-based purple prose as filler for actual writing

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y’all who see writing as an obstacle to getting down to action, be that smut, drama, or fight scenes...it’s literally a writing hobby

politics, any manner of phobe or ism, violent/non-inclusive feminists, purity/rpc/fandom/content police of any manner, and exactly any manner of racism, sexism, or religious intolerance - I give not a shit if it’s popular to hate the straights, for example, I neither believe in nor tolerate reactionary classifying of any group as blanket-statement evil

people who are going to tack onto my posts shit like, “it’s okay, OP, you can say x character.” Trust me, if I were talking about one character, I fucking would name drop them, don’t bring me into your fandom drama, I doubt I know or want to know who that anime guy is who looks like 12 other anime guys to me.

About Vespertine

You can call me that, Vespertine. I’d rather you didn’t go with Vesper, but as it is unfortunately so likely to happen, I won’t feed you to the dogs over it either. RPB Mun is also acceptable.

I’m alright with either she/her or he/him, they/them is also fine. Apparently, that was big enough clue-in for the poor reading comp crowd, so while I feel it is not of importance, I’m nonbinary, yes.

Late 30′s, chronically ill but still working adult with neurodivergence. I’m both busy and Busy, and always sick. This limits my brain power and ability to be here. I have an active RP blog that I won’t be sharing to keep responsible distance. That is always going to be my priority, it is my primary hobby.

Please, don’t tumblr message me totally random things if we don’t have that kind of relationship! I’m too ill and busy, and it really fucks my nerves to have a bunch of messages/have to suddenly interact socially with people. Don’t do it. Use my inbox, use the submit, comment on posts. I cannot do random messages of “hey” and so forth.

I only do written RP, don’t expect me to understand much of anything from tabletop. I’ve RPed for the last 23 years consistently, on every platform from AOL chats to forums to messengers and here. I also don’t do RP in discord, so I’m sorry, but I can’t advise you much on anything with a word count, except to stop it for serious RP. Other than that, I promise you that I’ve seen the trends, the drama, the fandoms. I can give a lot of advice and perspective on a wide range of topics, situations, and characters! When I don’t have a clue at all, I’ll try to do enough research to give you an answer.

Do I come off as a horrible, strict asshole? I do! I’m not going to say that I am just a shy bean who is more scared of you than you are me. I’m not. I’m honestly feral, but have common decency, compassion, and sense. All of which are lacking in the general RPC. So, if you can inbox/common/otherwise interact with anyone else on this site, you can totally handle me!

Honesty and openness are policies.

And in the spirit of that, I repeat; you can fucking do better, tumblr RPC!

[yikesharringrove]

its been months since you got the pastel punk prompts but I had an idea so. what about pastel punk steve going "oh shit im nonbinary" nd them talking to billy about it. or just. punk boys cuddling 👉👈 ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO i hope you're feeling better hun nd hope you feel happy nd get the best vibes 💝 lov u

This picks up the day after this one

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Billy had invited Steve back to his place after the show and late night dinner the night before.

He lived in a tiny studio apartment with chipped paint and no heat, but it was a cozy little place, and all his, which was something Steve envied, sharing a three bedroom apartment with four other people.

Billy had let Steve borrow some shorts and a shirt to sleep in, so Steve decided to return the favor, make him some eggs and coffee to wake up to.

But of course Billy was up and at ‘em at six in the morning, listening to music in big headphones as he worked out quietly, lifting weights.

Steve’s mouth went dry, waking up to see that, Billy’s muscles bulging, his golden skin slick with sweat.

He set down the barbell, startling when he saw Steve watching him.

“Like what you see?” He smirked as he flexed, Steve’s eyes going wide. Billy laughed, moving to the small kitchen.

He stuck his face under the faucet and drank loudly.

He and Steve had spent hours in the twenty-four hour diner after the kid had been picked up, talking about the punk scene, their experiences with assholes and shitty parents. Billy had invited Steve up for a drink, had winked and said nothing implied, unless you want something.

But they ended up sitting smooshed together on Billy’s little couch, talking about music, and punk philosophy, and religion, and everything under the fucking sun.

“You wanna grab breakfast or something? There’s a good spot down the block.” He let Steve raise his closet before getting dressed himself.

They slid into a table together at the little cafe. Steve tossed his jacket in the empty chair next to Billy.

“I like that you wear this pink jacket. Makes you stand out.” Steve smiled softly.

“I got it at a charity shop, like years ago. It just felt really good. It’s a bit of a security blanket now. I almost never leave the house without it.”

“People think being punk is about being hard, and rough. But its’ really not. Soft colors have their place in punk too.”

“That’s what I think, too! I’ve always really loved pastels, and the color pink, but my dad would be a dick about it, call me names and say Steven, men don’t wear pink. Jokes on him, ‘cause I’m not a fucking man.”

“What do you mean?” Billy sipped at his coffee.

“I don’t think of myself as a man, or as a woman. I’m somewhere in between all that.” Billy nodded sagely.

“I know a few folks like you. Pick and choose their gender types.”

“I mean, it’s less pick and choose, and more I don’t understand what a man is supposed to feel like, but I’m pretty sure it’s not this.”

“Oh, I never really understood the nuance of it.”

“I mean, why would you? A doctor looked at your dick when you were born, said you were a boy, and you were just like, cool. I don’t mean it as a bad thing, but unless you’ve felt it, you don’t completely get it.”

“No, I understand. I mean, I’m really open minded, and I’m never gonna negate someone’s identity, but I know that I’ll never get it.” Steve smiled at him.

“My friends all use they to refer to me, by the way. I mean, I don’t really mind whatever anyone uses, like if people call me she, or he, I don’t really care. I feel like part of me is a woman, and part is a man, and part is nothing at all.” They shrugged. “But they is the easiest for me.”

“I mean, whatever makes you feel best. I don’t mind.” Steve beamed at him.

[kny111]

I’m Living Under Government Watchlist for doing ProBlack + BLM work

I’m not sure many of you know this and with what I’ve seen I doubt this will get attention considering how deeply sabotaged tumblr has become. But I’ve been doing activism for about as long as we’ve been yelling things like “HandsOffAssattaShakur“ to protesting what I thought was religious corruption when we did so against scientology to #OccupyWallstreet. I’ve been protesting and doing activism online and offline depending on my mental and physical health which has limited me as time goes by. It’s finally got me burnt out, not from the protesting and activism, but from those whose job in the past and present been to sabotage and destabilize Black lead/ Poc led movements. I’m in a continuation of this. Don’t let my lack of energy in speaking out fool you into thinking I gave up. I have just gotten worn out by them.

The things they’ve done to my mind and body while in this area since moving. They’ve been surveilling me since before I could even remember. Every single day that goes by they’ll have some way of making their presence on my health in a debilitating way. They’ll mess with the internet, phone, my contacts, infiltrate them, infiltrate my family, they’ve messed with the job search process and made difficult for me to enter any job without said job making some offhanded comments showing their solidarity to the corrupted country I protest. They’ve had people I trusted right here on tumblr infiltrated my circles of friends and myself and make it very well known that they feel beyond reproach.

This has all been in coordination with the NYPD and other government agents of defense. They’ll make themselves present in just about any space I try to go. From the forest, parks, to just a simple walks outside. I basically was lead into an area of Manhattan that is mad pro-cop, pro-surveillence capitalism, pro-militarized. Any time I make blog posts or whatever that don’t put em in a good light I get some kind of mental or physical health debilitating action against me like they’ll have mad loud noises at timed intervals like what the agent upstairs does all the time which messes with my breathing due to social anxiety and depression. They’ve had cars roll dangerously close to me, whether im biking or not. They’ll have people walk mad close to me during social distancing measures. I know it be them because they tend to use sensitive information they got through surveillancing me all day and night. Like fam I could be trying to take a piss in peace at like 3am and they’ll still be bumping away and making all types of sound to give the impression that they’re always watching. And they are. And I think the fact that those UFO/UAP objects appeared on my 17th  (11/10/2004) birthday added to their obsession with me. The other fact that I ended painting a similar craft under the context of destroying colonialism I believe gave the government more understanding on what they’re really here about. I think that being the end of these oppressive regimes that have made so much out of us. I don’t want to sound superstitious but since then I’ve felt a connection with those UAPs that I only learned to name recently. I no longer think it’s coincidental that about a month or so AFTER I painted those native, queer sisters dancing to bring forth help from their future descendants, the navy posts those videos of the UAP that become well known. They’ve never done that, and yet just a few weeks after I painted this, not only does the gallery I exhibited this in Harlem catches fire unexpectedly, but these things become a topic of discussion in ways we’ve never seen before. I think them UAPs are here for our freedom. But that’s for another post. Too much to unpack into this. I’m just letting yall know what they know of me. So now imagine. This nigga aka me, tied to UFO, fortelling the future (I know what I sound like, but believe me, I can definitely tell the future) AAAND fighting for black lives? Of course they gone be on my ass like a probe. In fact, I think one night they even broke into our apartment (not the first time they do so) and did things against my will as I slept since I woke up feeling violated. Waking up with strange markings and having objects in the crib go missing. But I’ll leave that there. There’s so little ya’ll know about what they’re doing to BLM activists. So much I’ve omitted from here for my own sanity and to process things. This has caused my body a lot of debilitating stress down to my breathing having been shortened. I’m lucky if I have the will power to eat more than 2 meals. I don’t even bike anymore. I can barely run anymore. I can barely speak like I used to anymore. They stole so much more from me than they’ll ever imagine. Even saying all this to yall, whomever listening, feels pointless. Why? because they’re very good at making it seem, even if and when it aint true, that your people don’t fuck with you no more except for those they deem acceptable. As you figured, this would have anyone under 24/7 watch. The government be lookin at me and them UAP and the lands and non government natives as a force they don’t wanna reckon with, so they’ve put a lot out to shrink me as they do to so many of us who choose to fight for the rest who can’t. And this has all been while trying to raises my baby Quinn with my partner. So we’re all dealing with the state and federal terrorists in one way or another. If they not trying physically fuck with me, they’ll be running psych warfare on me, shit thatll have me doubting myself despite the facts. Luckily a nigga still bout that scientific literacy so it’s helped me a lot in spotting them and trying to keep some semblance of a distance. But again because of what I’m tied to: bday 111, UAP/UFO, native resistance and the spirits of the land and those this country murdered for white supremacist ventures, predicting/ESP type of abilities on the daily while telling them how useless their surveillence capitalist tools are knowing we can do this has likely mad them other me, dehumanize me and made me feel less human. Since then I’ve noticed they’ve been limiting my posts and activities on just about any site that has favored white supremacy, neocolonialism and capitalism in some way or another. They’ll mess with my facebook feed, who my posts get seen by, they’ll mess with my IG, they’ll mess with my tumblr especially. Basically any way they can limit who I may say this to and wear me out from even speaking about this and bringing yall hope like that. And remember, the information that they share amongst themselves as surveillance capitalist is the same information hub/database that infiltrated white supremacists and antiblack/antibrown folks in governments tend to us and share with their own hateful ass people. With this in mind, I really think they look at me as some would be leader to those movements since I’m queer and nonbinary so not as easy to trick into the outdated oppresive politics they try to have me on. Since I haven’t shown interest in being with them in any real way and have stuck to my activism and abolishing these systems they’ve continue to in a way torture me. Through sounds, denial of physical services, or when I go out to eat in places that have ties to law enforcement or government agencies, they’ll mess with my food, just about anything you need they’ll fuck with. What would that do to you if you experienced that? Hence why my bloggin changed a bit, not as attached due to energy fatigue and their constant harrassment and obsession with me. Many times, even with the fact that I may be linked to those UAP in some special way I still be feelin like dyin to not be around em anymore.

To add to what I said on how corporate own websites like tumblr have joined them; After having spent a good amount of time blocking my posts and blaming their algorithm. From blocking drawings of normalizing fatness to pro LGBTQ and Black Lives Matter posts like the Eric Garner videos I uploaded. For a few months now I’ve noticed my scinerds blog has been inaccessible, in a way sabotaging my communication with yall. And they would fix my blog posts by limiting who sees my posts, so now most if not all of my posts on this website and few others have been. When I try to use it I’m not allowed, but I’m still able to reblog, so I’ve been reblogging there less science and more activism as a way to protest the racist, white supremacist of tumblr. Be they black or not, they still acting the same. I’m mostly posting this for a future people who understand me and believe me. I get the sense that this post will also be sabotaged or muted in some way. Thanks for reading, in case we don’t link.

[morhath]

how does your garden grow

So this one is actually up on ao3!  I’ve been working on it for years on and off--it’s fic for the webcomic “Elsewhere University”.  I keep putting it down and wandering off for long periods of time for one reason or another.  I last updated it in August of last year, and then I drafted like three more chapters, but then I realized that I needed to totally rewrite those.  I hate redoing things so I have been putting it off for ages.  Anyway, here’s the first chunk:

When people she didn’t know very well asked Wary how she’d picked her name, she laughed them off or gave them a non-answer, like, “Oh, I just chose it, you know?” One time she stared into the distance dramatically and told someone it was a “reminder” but then they got worried about her, so she decided not to try that again.

When new friends asked her, she admitted that she’d originally chosen the name “February”, but that her first-year friend group had quickly shortened it to “Wary” and now that was the only name anyone used.

When her best friend Nye asked her, she laughed. The two of them were partway through their second year, and they were sitting on Wary’s floor at 3 am, working their way through a pile of junk food while she tried to bleach Nye’s hair. The window was open just a crack, to keep the fumes down, but that made the room chilly, and they were both wrapped in blankets.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” Wary said.

“Wary,” Nye said. “I panicked and picked Dionysus because I’m a nonbinary Classics major. There are six other nonbinary Classics majors with the same name. It’s taken over a year to get most people calling me Nye instead!”

“Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill!” Wary chanted quietly.

“Oh fuck off,” Nye said. “But listen, it can’t be worse than that. I remember you told me it was originally ‘February’, but I wanna know how you picked that in the first place.”

“Fine, fine,” Wary said. “Okay. So you know how a lot of girls have a vampire phase in middle school? And sometimes high school too? Well I had a… you know… phase.”

“A ‘you know’ phase?” Nye said.

“You know!” Wary said, gesturing around vaguely. “The Kindly Ones or whatever!”

“Wary, that’s Greek mythology,” Nye said. “That’s what you call harpies.”

“Well for all we know, there are harpies around here too,” Wary said. “But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, fine, so you wanted to fuck an elf when you were thirteen,” Nye said.

“Shh!” Wary said. “Don’t say the e word!”

“I think ‘elf’ is fine,” Nye said. “Or else the tabletop gaming club wouldn’t still be around.”

“Good point,” Wary said. “Anyway. Elf, uh, boning aside, I learned a lot about folklore through reading all those books. So when I applied, I read about some of the weird traditions Elsewhere has, and I looked at some alumni blogs, and I thought wow, isn’t it weird how so many of these line up with what I’ve read about the Fair Folk?”

“Except with less elf-boning.”

“Except with less elf-boning.” Wary shrugged. “At least as far as we know. I didn’t believe that it was actual magic with actual, uh, Fair Folk, but I thought it was interesting. So when we had to pick names at orientation, I was thinking about how that also lined up with what I’d read, and I thought it would be funny if I picked something thematic. There’s this book series I really like—I only got into it recently and it’s more ‘murder mystery’ than ‘dramatic teenagers’, it’s actually not YA, but it does probably qualify as ‘elf-boning’—and a bunch of the characters are named after months.”

“So you picked February,” Nye said.

“There aren’t any characters named February yet,” Wary said. “And it’s my birth month. But then it ended up shortened and no one’s ever gotten the joke when I tell them it was originally ‘February’.”

“Who shortened it, anyway?” Nye said.

“I think it was Adelaide,” Wary said, and that killed the mood, because Wary’s freshman year roommate had been missing for two months and there hadn’t even been a replacement.

And the link is here if anyone’s interested!  You don’t really need to know anything about the webcomic to read it, TBH, the premise is just “university where fae shit happens regularly”.