#t-xen

[ryanyflags]

tneu anon

it's indeed shorthand. however, see these flags

https://radiomogai.tumblr.com/post/729494946335358976

https://www.tumblr.com/rabidbatboy/749121881962053632/tboy-flag-a-flag-for-transboystboys-in?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/vampitsm/734780025752190976/tmasc-tfem-flag-remakes?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/revenant-coining/753296604494184448/flag-rqs-tfemt-fem-also-tfem-tmasct-masc?source=share

they have their own flags and they can be used interchangeably if the user wants I guess

t-nbine/t-enbine/t-nonbine/t-nonbinarine

t-angi/t-androgynous ✦ t-genderless ✦ t-neu/t-neutral

t-mav/t-maverine ✦ t-ilyagine ✦ t-aporine

t-outher/t-outherine ✦ t-keno/t-kenoine/t-kenous ✦ t-xen/t-xenine

T- flags (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧

[here] ✦ [part 2] ✦ [part 3]

Original t-neu ask for context.

My understanding of t- terms is that they are both a shortening/alt to trans terms, can represent other terms starting with t (ask here), as well as be their own standalone terms (which makes sense, sometimes people feel described by one term, but not another, even if they are for the same definition).

Just wanted to state my ideas behind these terms. I mean for these flags to be inclusive, so if anyone connects to this in a way not really included by the definitions I listed, I think you can still use them.

Also, I wrote all the names with a dash, but they can be used without the dash, or different capitalisations too.

The flag formats are based off of @revenant-coining's tfem & tmasc flags. Which I assume are based off these trans flags, going by the colours. So I took various trans-gender-quality flags, without the white stripe, and mirrored them across the middle. (The removal of the white stripe is just for aesthetic/formatting purposes, not to take away from any meaning.)

For the sources of the middle colours, see this post. See also this post for keno/kenoine/kenous trans/tris/cis flags. (They weren't included in the first set post.)

Also, only t-neu was originally requested, but I saw the flag format, and it just works so well. I do really like making sets of flags.

[mogai-headcanons]

icon id: 4 icons in 2 pairs. in each pair, both icons have the listed flags in order in the background and the left icon has an image of the listed character with a white outline and a black shadow. end id.

banner id: a 1500x150 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting’ in large white text in the center. end id.

Miku from MATRYOSHKA by Hachi is a human nonconforming numbhuman casutomboy matryoshka miku masc+neu+xen-presenting aroace-hyperose dykefag schizic subtliden transmeadow genderflicke ninverique xenxari schizoneutral neutgender ninxip t-dude who is diagnosed with autism and SZD bipolar type, is neopronounfluid, and also uses it/its pronouns!

Gumi is a futch twink masc+fem+xen-presenting loveful aro hypersexual-ace dykefag schizic finenboy translotus adxenine nbiavir genderavire janegirl who reclaims the terms hefab and tucute, is diagnosed with ADHD and SZD bipolar type, and uses any neopronouns and he/him pronouns!

The two are platonic soulmates in a mestric wavership!

dni link

[cloudcountry]

aux cord please it hasn’t even been a few weeks since your last rapture 😭😭

RAPTRUE??? WHAT

[theblackcubeofdarkness]

HAPPY B DAY

THANK YOU!

[officialdaydreamer00]

Pomegranate.

Pomegranate chapstick. Pomegranate kisses, mate.

i'll assume this is for my guy idia ^-^ not that i told u abt it or anything

reader isn't yuu, gender neutral reader, shorter than my usual brainworms bc i need sleep

so you got yourself a stick of stained lip gloss, pomegranate in both shade and scent.

you were eager to try it out on idia, so you went on your way to ignihyde, fully intended to tease him.

idia definitely smelled the faint scent of pomegranate, but he decided to ignore in favour of his current campaign. you picked that moment to surprise hug him from behind, scaring him out of his wits.

after a while of apologising for having scared him, you asked if he noticed something different about you.

he had an inkling about that pomegranate scent he noticed before you came, but he hesitated because he didn't know for sure.

he shook his head in defeat and asked you what it was.

you grinned mischievously, and before he knew it, that familiar scent invaded his system yet again as you held him still by his shoulders.

idia felt his mind short circuited. he wondered if you knew the myth about pomegranates, how significant it was to the people from the island of woes.

he looked at you, seeing your soft smile, lip gloss smeared from the sudden kiss you initiated. so you did know, but you still did that.

and idia felt his heart raced, filling his ears with beat after beat, and your whispers sweet as honey were the only thing he could hear at that moment.

"c-can... can we do... t-that again...?" you took for time drinking in his shy reddened face. of course, you obliged his request.

and with your lips still stained a pomegranate red, you closed the distance once more, swearing an oath of eternal love for him, and him only.

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[discardead]

···　✧✦✧　···　Eldritch Abomination Horror NPUT

Requested by Vulture anonymous!

Abysmethe. Voideath. Voriethotep. Vessuriathi. Liforiaunth. Anomazoth. Horrogitha. Aliyath. Elridothe. Aliexeth. Azathoth. Horrofie. Abomina. Vessauri. Nyahumina. Chalsidraan. Nyamune.. Ixtravaen. Ultharax. Drig’thonal. Vorathis. Azaleth. Lissythra. Syrathrune. Morvathen. Krylothen. Velkier. Xelith. Xelinen. Inhumine. Elithar. Xyrr'thalis. Kaelzoth. Qaldrithon. Sythralyx. Vyrithar. Myrkalos. Nyxorithe. Krithanol. Zorath. Aervora. Kaeline. Kaeria. Kaeristh. Sawthe.

xe/xen. xe/xer. ze/hir. sh?/h?r. h?/h?m. th?y/th?m. ?t/?ts. sae/saer. sie/mer. szi/szr. thi/thim. thy/thym. vae/vaer. ve/vem. ve/vis. vy/vim. zu/zur. su/sur. xe/xir. xey/xem. xie/hir. ze/zyr. zhe/zhim. kie/kiem. chu/chur. ve/vel. vy/vyr. gut/guts. sca/scare. fe/fear. fie/fier. zo/zor. gor/gore. fle/flesh. ix/ixs. ayr/aym. chr/chrm. zie/zym. az/aze. hor/horror. te/ter. hue/huem. zzt/zzts. ky/kyr. kry/krys. ki/kill. fri/fright. lu/lurk. lur/lurk. az/azr. xa/xas. hu/husk. hi/hiss.. blo/blood. ga/gash. mai/maim. maw/maws.

eldritchoid. eldritched. eldritchbf. eldritchgf. eldritchorror. eldritchrr. eldrritches. horrorifying. abominorror. eldritchiing. horreldritch. [prn]haunting. hauntingful. scaryfcce. horrysmal. horrisma. terroranic. terrortowne. terrorfests. bloodritch. horroritche. dreadnaw. dreadingful. blwdybf. blwdygf. jjmpscare. abhorroring. fearisme. lurkedritch. dismayesth. dismay4all. griefs-nhorror. abwminated. abhorringed. devourror. devouredall. eyessmal. maimedritch. horrorfilled. horroright. frightffest. miasmiccc. spinechilled.

The Absolute Horror of [name]. Prn* Life as an Eldritch. This Abominable Thing. The One / Thing beyond Human Comprehension. Prn* from Outer Space. Prn* Unfathomable Figure. The Creature of Horrors. Prn* Indecipherable Language. Prn* of the Crawling Chaos. Prn* of Impending Doom. The Call of this Eldritch. The Lurker from beyond. Prn* who brings Doom to All. Prn* who Speaks in Tongues. The Thing that strikes Fear. Prn* who strikes Fear to All. The Damned Being. The Eldritch of Horror. Prn* ever-haunting Existence. Prn* Hostility (in the Air). Prn* Hostility lingers. The Bloodthirsty Eldritch. Prn* who yearns for Blood. The Ever-Hungry Eldritch.

[midstpodcast]

A LITTLE MORE THAN EXPECTED OR INTENDED 👞 💥

The #MOONWARD finale is here! MIDST co-creator Sara Wile kicks the action up a notch as she joins fellow MIDST maestros Xen and Matt Roen - plus Liam O'Brien and Marisha Ray in the mind-bending Part 4!

➡️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwrARWlQYl8&t=3s

[py6oto]

tumblr is doing the thing where it bugs out and doesnt listen to me again. sorry if this post gets weird of the images are out of order. i did not do that on purpose !!

XEN, PS+, SWEET VOICE, BATTLE, CHUCKECHEESE, GOODBYE and FREEDAY!!! FREEDOM!!!!

these are the remaining aitober prompts !! yes it's november. the universe did not want me to finish these on time ( T --- T )

but whatevs. here you go !!

i also wanted to thank you for all of your love and support. we just hit 700 on youtube and we're very close to 300 here on tumblr !!! if i could scream i would !!! unfortunately i designed my character to have no mouth. i never thought my art would be seen by such a large public. let alone be seen by a public at all !!! and such a supportive and lovely one at that !!! thank you all, really. if i could hug you all i would. or i could give you a pat on your back if you don't like hugs, or a little heart sticker if you don't like touch. or a

(sorry for the super long post and unorganized images. it seems that me changing these is whats messing the big posts up ... )

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Aftermath

After waking up from a ten year stasis, Gordon finds himself back in the ruins of Black Mesa.

Notes: Hi half life fandom this is my first fic posted for HL. Also this is the first reveal of my HL au: Aftermath! So thats pretty neato, anyway hope you enjoy this short little prologue thing

Blackness was all he saw; darkness for miles, with pure nothingness filling the gaps. He couldn’t feel, see, or hear, and even trying to think of a single thing was proving to be a greater challenge than he’d expect. His thoughts blurred together into a sludge of meaningless ramblings, leaving him unable to process where he was, or how he got here. He had vague memories flashing in his mind, glimpses of concrete corridors and alien fauna. It was maddeningly barren, with the silence being enough to drive a man mad. How much time has passed since he arrived here? Has it been seconds? Days?  Time itself felt nonexistent at that very moment, simply a construct that meant nothing in this place. It felt as if he was in a dream, trapped in his own head as he traversed his own subconsciousness, floating in a vague void, unable to act or react to anything that could possibly be in there. He all but gave up hope of escaping this dark Hell he had found himself in, until he felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, and abruptly, there was light.

Gordon’s senses came back to him as fast as a train crash, the feeling of barely healed fractures and lacerations coming back to him as his nerves fired. Ringing flooded his hearing, with the HEV’s computer voice, an artificial voice he came to despise, sounding muffled and making it hard to process any of the words being said to him. He couldn’t move, his limbs feeling as if they were being pinned down by a massive weight, as if he was on the bottom of the ocean. The numbing pain shot up his legs and arms, though despite his wishes, there was no way he could even scream, with his throat tight and his vocal cords useless. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, with the weakness draped across his body making even that menial action nearly impossible. He began to wonder if the infinite void he was in before would be better than reality, with the idea of feeling nothing rather than feeling everything to a painful degree seeming like a better option than what he was forced to bear.

As he laid on the rubble, he began to hear something new past the waning ringing; footsteps approaching him. Gordon desperately wanted to move, to protect himself from the new danger, yet as much as he tried, his limbs refused to budge. Soon he realized it was multiple sets of footfall coming near, and soon, he began to make out a voice.

The words slurred together in his mind, making the message hard to decipher, but a few words cut clearer than others:

“Breathing. Freeman. Alive. Help. Out.”

Gordon felt his limp body being moved, raised from the ground by someone, or something, being dragged across the concrete floor to somewhere else. Despite his foggy mind, Gordon couldn’t help but consider the worst; Xen creatures dragging him elsewhere to slaughter him as he did to them, and Military personnel taking him somewhere to question, torture, or even execute him were among the possibilities his short-circuting mind had come up with. However, before he could even do anything to try and prevent whatever fate might befall him, he felt himself drifting off, falling unconscious yet again.

He slowly stirred awake once again to hear the sound of an engine running and tires rolling across a gravel road. He was almost afraid to open his eyes, yet when he gained the strength to do so, his eyelids opened and he took a brief glimpse around. Through his blurred vision, he saw he was in the backseat of some sort of vehicle, laid across the seats. His metal HEV pressed against his body awkwardly, making any movement he could make uncomfortable. His head was supported with a wadded-up hoodie, and his body was covered by a thin blanket that had been thrown onto him. It was strange to see simple kindness extended to him, though he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trick to make him let his guard down. He glanced towards the front seats, seeing the back of the drivers head, but not who was in the passenger seat. They were speaking to one another, but yet again the words fell out of Gordon’s grasp. He felt himself beginning to drift off again, and despite his wishes to stay awake, he grew limp as he fell unconscious yet again.

When Gordon next woke up, he was greeted with cold air around him. As he was pulled out of unconsciousness, he began to hear rhythmic beeping beside him; something he immediately recognized as a heart monitor. Gordon felt as if a weight was taken off of him, and when he gained the strength to open his eyes again, he saw the reason why. His HEV suit was missing, and he was instead wearing a pale blue hospital gown from what he could gather. He was laying in a bed, with its stiff mattress, albeit uncomfortable, feeling like heaven compared to laying on the cold concrete floors of Black Mesa. He saw bandages covering parts of his body, old blood seeping into them. Past his bed however, he could barely make out anything, with everything being blurry and hard to make out. He must have lost his glasses somewhere, but it was the least of his worries as the pain began to seep in. 

All his limbs felt sore, making it hard to move a single finger. His leg had a throbbing pain in his knee, and he felt as if he was being slashed with knives whenever he attempted to move his arms. His heart felt heavy and his lungs stinged with every breath. When was the last time he took a break to breathe? It felt like the days worth of fighting for his life hit him all at once, making him feel nearly paralyzed, and too tired to do anything to fight it. He began to wonder if it was best to be asleep; at least he wouldn’t have to think or feel. He began to wonder how he got here, racking his brain to try and bring up any clue of what had happened. The last thing he remembered before he woke up was being knee-deep in what he could assume was blood, staring up at something…he couldn’t even begin to describe. He killed the thing keeping the portal between earth and the border world open, so why did he feel so…empty? It felt as though his accomplishment meant nothing, as if he was missing something deep inside. He closed his eyes, attempting to fetch his blotted out memories for a shred of explanation, all before he shot his eyes open, a single image returning to his consciousness.

The man.

Gordon’s memories became clear as day when he remembered the man in the dull, navy blue suit. He remembered its unnaturally piercing eyes, staring deep into Gordon’s very being as if it was examining his very soul and regrets. He remembered its face, with it looking aged, yet it felt ageless at the same time. He remembered the unnatural way it stood, as if it was being held up with strings. He recalled the way it spoke to him as if it never spoke in its entire life before that very moment. He never got its name or its motivations, but something about remembering the man and its almost human facade caused his heart to skip a beat. Paranoia crept up in his mind, and the feeling of being watched began to be overwhelming. Something wasn’t right, as if something he didn’t see was coming after him. He needed to get out of here before it arrived.

Gordon forced his arms to move as he sat up in his bed, wincing before he turned to step out of bed, clasping the side of it with one of his shaking hands. As soon as he put weight on his leg, however, he collapsed onto the linoleum floor, ripping his IV out of his arm in the process. He let out a small squeak; the closest he physically could get to a scream, a pathetic noise that reminded him just how helpless he truly was at this moment. He pushed himself up as much as he could, arms shaking at the exertion, but he couldn’t get back onto his feet. As he tried to get off of the floor in vain, the door to the room opened, and a person appeared in the doorway. It was a nurse, coming into the room only to be greeted by Gordon unsuccessfully escaping his bed. She appeared surprised, immediately approaching him to help with getting him back onto the bed, despite his best tries to escape her grasp. She said a few things to try and comfort him, but Gordon couldn’t process the words before she quickly left the room, coming back with another doctor, presumably for help.

Gordon hated the fact he was back in the bed, with a new IV being attached and bandages being replaced. He wasn’t sure when the next threat would rear its head, and he needed to be prepared for when it did. Yet, he was all but incapable of doing anything of use, and he had to accept it. He could barely even move, less shoot a gun or swing a weapon at anything. 

“Dr. Freeman?”

Gordon was surprised to finally make out what someone was saying, looking up at the doctor who had just finished reattaching his IV. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” He stated, almost smiling slightly. It was unclear if it was to try and make light of the situation or if it was relief. “Even more lucky to be awake right now. Though please, don’t try getting up again, alright? You might reopen stitches.”

Gordon stared at the doctor’s face blankly before leaning back and staring at the ceiling as the doctor continued talking.

“A couple of scavengers found you back at the ruins of Black Mesa, or, at least that's their story. You’ll have to speak with the police about the entire situation.” the doctor continued, “The Vortigaunt said you were lucky to be found in there, apparently had to drag you out of there.”

Gordon’s brows furrowed, not recognizing the word “Vortigaunt” despite the doctor bringing it up so casually. He looked back at the doctor with a puzzled look on his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you’re alive,” The doctor chuckled, trying to make light of the situation despite Gordon not reciprocating the cheerful atmosphere. “You’ve been gone for a long time, so a lot of us thought you would never return.”

Gordon’s puzzled expression turned to a look of borderline anger, wanting to ask so many questions but being unable to; he didn’t even know if the doctor knew sign language, and he didn’t have paper to write on, that is if he had the strength to hold a pencil.

“You look…upset,” The doctor said, his smile fading, “I can understand why, but if it brings you any comfort, you have hundreds of thousands of people who were wishing for your return. You’re a hero, you know.”

Gordon doubted that sentiment.

“We…believe you were in a coma, sir,” The doctor glanced at his nurse, as if he wanted help breaking the news, “...one that lasted ten years, so you're...lucky to be alive at all.”

The doctor continued to explain the situation, claiming that Gordon was lucky to have his brain still functioning despite being asleep for that long, but the words went through one ear and out the other. Gordon didn’t process the doctor trying to speak to him, only staring into the wall behind him as he leaned back in his bed. He didn’t even blink once as reality seemed to become meaningless, dissociating as his brain wouldn’t even allow him to process the time lost. To him, he was gone for a few mere moments, but an entire decade had passed in the time it took him to escape the void he was in for a brief, yet agonizing time. He wondered if his friends had forgotten about him, if they were even alive after the Resonance Cascade; they almost certainly believed he was dead at the very least. Gordon had been dead to the world for so long, he felt surprised anyone came to rescue him at all. After all, who would rescue the man who caused so much death in the span of a few days? Was he supposed to go back into normal society after everything? Was he supposed to be praised as a hero, despite the fact he was just a lowly scientist who just wanted to survive?

Gordon wished to go back to sleep. Being awake felt more agonizing than the temporary stasis ever did.

[the-bi-library]

Here is the part two of my bisexual BIPOC books posts!

Part 1 here

Books listed:

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea The Relic Spell: Book 1 of the Phyrian War Chronicles by Jimena I. Novaro The Warlock Snare by Jimena I. Novaro Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert The Aurora Circus by Viano Oniomoh Rescues and the Rhyssa by T. S. Porter Far Sector by N. K. Jemisin and Jamal Campbell Xeni by Rebekah Weatherspoon Flip the Script by Lyla Lee A Scatter of Light by Malinda Lo The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson Shatterproof by Xen Sanders The Fall of Whit Rivera by Crystal Maldonado Scavenge the Stars by Tara Sim Zara Hossain Is Here by Sabina Khan When Tara Met Farah by Tara Pammi Royally Yours by Everly James For Sizakele by Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene More To Love by Georgina Kiersten False Hearts by Laura Lam Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany Tim Te Maro and the Subterranean Heartsick Blues by H. S. Valley Ace of Shades by Amanda Foody Becoming Dinah by Kit de Waal Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose The Black Veins by Ashia Monet Hearton by Amy Jo Cousins

[casp1an-sea]

It wouldn’t be art fight without the amazing attacks artists did to me. I was lucky to get so many good ones, Guys pls check out these artists they are amazing!

My OC Sunni Toka and My OC Sludge (accompanied by Nymie), Art by @stealingpotatoes

My OC Sunni Toka, Art by @orcamywhale

My OC Hideaki Fukumaru, Art by inkit

My OC Casper Bat, Art by @kittysboba

My OC Hideaki Fukumaru, Art by @xen-blank (him and Daiki will forever be in my heart)

My OCs Sludge (Accompanied by Sprice) x2, Sunni Toka, Orahlaa, Airic Tevat, and Reese Tal, Art by @kira-mortham (Three attacks is insane man, also just realising how many of my characters have T last names)

My OC Airic Tevat, Art by @not-so-allegiant-general

My OC Digits, Art by @hermitmoss

My OC Reese Tal, Art by @arsonisticpotato

My OC Casper Bat, Art by @ajaxbleachishere

My OC Sludge, Art by TinyShimmer

My OC Casper Bat, Art by SunnyStreets

My OC Caspian Sea, Art by Creativa-Artly01

Design me a Star Wars OC x2 (now named Dhohdi Jcix and Rithi So’Tu), Art by @yanderedile (bro snuck up on me on the last day I was impressed)

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[yourstrulysims]

♥️ Love Day ♥️ | Double Date Night 💋

We are kicking off Love Day with a double date at L’Avventura with our favorite couples, Q’s treat of course!

Bri (her fine self) was having some struggles with the zipper so Q (his fine self) came to help.

Not without a lil nibble of course! Q can’t help it yall! Red. Really is Bri’s color and he can’t resist her even when they’re facing some trials!

They’ve arrived at dinner ! Everyone knows who Q is so the restaurant had Q’s favorite bottle of wine waiting for him at the table. They drank that bottle till it was gone chile 😂

Sigh, the downside to having famous friends. The paparazzi wouldn’t leave us alone.

I hate that I forgot to save the restaurant with my version of the menu with custom food so EA food for now, ugh! 😑

Jarrod thanked q for putting Xen Wang on to his nectar for his Art Showcase tonight (we will see him later) Xen loved the aged Nectar so much he wanted to sponsor Jarrod and gave him a huge payout for it! Cha-Ching baby!

The girlies took some pics while the guys spoke in a distance. I do t know yall I can see Bri and Nic being really good friends!!

Continue for more Jarrod, Q and Bri

Previously (Q & Bri)

Previously (Jarrod)

[xen-xiv]

Xen XIII

Xen recounts their time spent on Redna's fishing ship after the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

This is the first fic of Xen I've written. It effectively just functions as her backstory. This takes place between the end of 1.0 and the start of 2.0, but does make use of lore from later expansions. There's no explicit spoilers but some things probably won't make sense if you haven't finished Shadowbringers.

Features @frogliftcertified's OC Nova, and @goblin-gal-pal's OCs Ariah and Ella (though their names aren't said)

My name is Xen, Thirteenth of my line. And this is the end of my story.

It was all a blur at first. Darkness. A battle. A meteor falling from the sky. A huge winged beast bursting from within it, raining destruction all around. And a sad cat watching the lights from a ship far away.

.....

My head was pounding. My chest felt heavy. The whole world felt like it was moving around me. Rocking back and forth. It actually was.

I was on a ship. In bed in what looked like the captain's quarters. I stood up from the bed and nearly fell back into it. It was a struggle to stand, my body wasn't moving like my mind thought it should.

I managed to get myself to a window on the back wall. We were out at sea, I could see the open ocean behind us. And I saw that sad cat in the window staring back at me. She looked just as confused as I felt. She was me. It was clearly my reflection but-

The door opened behind me. "Oh good, you're up. You gave us a scare, kid." It was an older tall cat woman. She gave me a brief smile before walking over to her desk. I asked where I was and she looked back with an eyebrow raised. "You're in my quarters. You've been out a couple days. Hit your head hard when that big wave rocked the boat. So I gave you a more comfortable bed to rest in. You're welcome, Rahks." She smirked and began to search through a drawer.

Rahks? That wasn't my name. I corrected the captain, and she gave me another confused look. "What do you- Oh! You picked a new one already, eh?" A warm smile. "I like it, Xen. Got a new surname too?"

That just confused me more. I asked Captain Kairisch what she meant by-

How did I know her name?

A sharp pain in my head. Unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind. Home. Family. The forest. That terrifying first hunt. Running away. The professor. Learning magic. Then the moon began to fall. War. A request for help. Fear. Running away again. The captain.

When I came to the captain's hand was on my shoulder, she'd caught me before I fell and helped me back to the bed. "Easy, Xen. I'll get you somethin' to eat. Just get some more rest for now." The hrothgar woman gave another smile before heading out the door.

I laid back down and collected my thoughts. Things made more sense now. I remembered I was on the Liljefisker, captained by Redna Kairisch. A fishing vessel that had docked at Limsa Lominsa. I remembered signing up. Thiking that I couldn't stay in Eorzea, not while the red moon was hanging in the sky like that. A week after we set off it fell. I remembered seeing the lights even from out that far. Someone shouted that a big wave was coming, and then I blacked out.

I went over it all in my head a few times. It felt off at first, but the memories eventually settled back in. But where did my name come from? Redna was right, I remembered having the name Rahks before. I remembered wanting a new one but not having any ideas yet. But since waking up my name being Xen is the thing I was the most sure of.

Redna came back with a hot meal. She told me the chef and some other crewmates who were around were all fans of my new name. I decided not to worry about where it came from.

We were still about a week away from the next port. It was Garlean territory, but the captain was sure we could find out what happened back in Eorzea once we were there.

I finished my meal, and Redna got me a change of clothes, and we went out on deck. I remembered not talking with the rest of the crew much since we set sail, but they were all happy to see me up and about again. Captain Kairisch insisted I take it easy for the day, and offered to let me take her bed again that night, but after food and time for my head to settle I was feeling better.

I slept in my bunk that night. I remembered sleeping there before but it still felt unfamiliar. It had been a strange day, I tried not to worry about it.

My dream almost felt more real than anything else.

Things were back to business as usual for the next week. There was some unease about Eorzea's fate (though some said the mood was improved with me awake again) and the crew talked about what could've possibly happened with Dalamud.

The captain recruited from all over. Two others, both refugees from Ala Mhigo, had signed on at the same time as me in Limsa. There was a former Ishgardian temple knight who joined the last time Redna stopped in Eorzea. Folks from Doma, Dalmasca, Thavnair, even someone from the New World was on board.

I quickly realized I was the youngest one on the ship. They all certainly treated me like a child. I wanted to argue against this, but I remembered having not even seen twenty summers, so I saw their point.

Eventually we made it into port, and we learned the news. The elder primal that was inside the red moon, and how it razed the land. They were calling it the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

The Garleans suffered heavy casualties, and while there wasn't concrete news it seemed the Eorzean Alliance didn't fare any better.

I remembered some people who would have been fighting with the Alliance. I didn't feel like I knew them, but I hoped they were okay.

We sold off our catches, stocked up on supplies, and after a couple days we set off again.

Things continued like this. We'd spend a few moons out at sea, catching what we could, then we'd pull back into the nearest port to sell and stock up.

Out at sea we'd sing shanties, and at night everyone shared stories. Stories of what they'd done before joining up with Redna. Obrelle the former temple knight told us of the time she fought dragons alongside the Azure Dragoon.

Redna's stories were some of the most exciting to hear. She talked about her time as a pirate in the Far East, under the flag of Captain Kairi Kuroyuri, the Black Lily.

They asked me to tell stories of my own. I was hesitant. The memories still felt unfamiliar, and there wasn't much to tell, but they insisted. So I told them about what I remembered from my time at the school, learning magic from Professor Nova Dubois.

I remembered coming to Ul'dah after leaving home. I heard rumors there about a Gyr Abanian mage whose body had been transformed. I remembered following after these rumors and finding Nova. She taught classes on thaumaturgy and I somehow found myself attending them.

I remembered when I was finally able to ask her about the rumors. She explained that it had been an accident while she was working with some experimental alchemy. I remembered her telling me that the mixture needed more work to be complete, but she couldn't exactly test it on herself more.

I remembered thinking that she looked beautiful and comfortable with herself. I remembered wanting to feel that way too. So I offered to be a test subject to help her perfect the potion.

I told stories of what I remembered of the years that followed. I remembered the time in Nova's classes, doing my best to keep up. I remembered the time I misfired a blizzard spell and froze Nova's dessert in a block of ice before she'd taken a single bite. I remembered continuing to test the potion. My body changing and finally feeling comfortable in it.

I remembered Dalamud starting to fall. How Professor Dubois told me she was going to join up with the Eorzean Alliance to fight againt the empire to stop it. She asked me to come with her. I remembered wanting to help. But that would mean fighting. Lots of it. I remembered being terrified. I remembered her telling me to take time to think before answering her. I remembered leaving Ul'Dah the next day without saying anything.

Some of the crewmates wanted to see my magic. I hadn't been practicing at all, but a simple thunder spell would be easy enough. But when I tried to cast it nothing happened. I didn't understand. I remembered Nova's lessons. I could do the movements off of muscle memory. But it's like something else was missing. I couldn't get my aether to react like it should. The crew told me not to worry, and to keep at it to show them another day.

Most days were peaceful. But there was still occasional danger. Every so often rather than fish someone would pull up a monster from the sea. Redna was quick to handle any I caught, and the rest of the crew always kept weapons close.

Time passed, and we told more stories. Naapyonye, the shetona from the New World, told us a story about the time he saw the Dawnservant himself fighting a terrible beast. He called it a Vidraal, some of the strongest beasts you could find in Tural.

Redna told us more about her time with the Black Lily. Of fights, sacking pleasure cruises full of rich folks coming from Kugane, of engaging with Garlean ships, doing whatever they could to sink them.

I'd told all the stories I remembered of my time learning magic, so I looked further back.

I remembered my time living with my family in the Black Shroud. My mother and three older brothers. I remembered coming out to them. My mother helping me pick a new name. I remembered her being excited to finally have a daughter that could take over as matriach. I remembered that she never asked if that was what I wanted to do.

I remembered her teaching me to fight, using two swords. A style that my great grandfather had brought with him from the New World, and taught to his children and their children.

I remembered watching my brothers leave, one by one, to see the world. I remembered wishing I could've gone with them.

I remembered the first time my mother took me on a hunt. I'd barely seen sixteen summers, but she was sure I was ready. I remembered us finding a wild boar. It was big, but she insisted. I remembered drawing my swords and running at it.

I remembered it being over in an instant. The boar's cry, the smell of blood.

I remembered looking down at the boar's bloody corpse. Thinking that it was just a wild animal trying to live its life. I remembered my mother praising me, saying that with power like that I could destroy anything in my way.

I remembered running away from home the next day.

Naapyonye spoke up again after I told my story. He mentioned that the Dawnservant fought with the Viper style, which sounded just like what I remembered my mother teaching me. He told me it was created to fight dangerous threats like a Vidraal, and using it for hunting normal wild animals was overkill.

I hadn't remembered my mother ever telling me anything like that.

One day, almost a year and a half after the calamity, we saw another ship coming towards us. The captain could tell at a glance that they were pirates. While the rest of the crew prepared for a fight, Redna had me hide below deck. We were clearly a fishing vessel, so they weren't likely to fire on us, but they'd certainly try to board and take whatever we had.

Crouched behind some crates, I could head muffled conversation from above as they tried to negotiate. Sounds of fighting broke out quickly. I wanted to help, but remembering my fear of fighting kept me in place.

I heard someone coming down below deck, and peeked out to see. A hyur I didn't recognize. One of the pirates must've snuck under during the chaos. He hadn't noticed me, I could probably stay hidden until Redna or someone else came down.

I saw blood on his dagger.

All those memories of being afraid of fighting had never felt less like my own.

I stood up.

Once the pirates had all been routed, Redna came down to check on me. She found the hyur man out cold on the ground, laying next to his teeth. And me standing over him. Cut and bruised, muscles sore, knuckles bloody. But still alive.

The crewmate he'd attacked turned out to be Obrelle. She was keeping pirates away from the stairs down and he'd snuck up and stabbed her in the back. It looked like nothing vital was hit, and she'd be up again after a couple weeks of rest.

I was still sore for most of that time. A cut I'd taken across the bridge of my nose seemed like it was going to become a scar, and everyone told me to be proud of it. A trophy of battle.

Once we made it into port we turned the pirate over to the local authorities before getting to usual business.

Before we left Captain Kairisch asked me to come into her quarters. She had a gift for me. A pair of quality knives. Light, and easy to use. She offered to teach me how to use them, a fighting style she learned when she lived in Doma. I accepted.

A few moons later, the next time I hooked a monster, I was able to take it down myself, to cheers from the entire crew.

Time kept passing, and more stories were told. Avaldr and Borgar the Ala Mhigans told us about fighting in the rebellion against the Mad King. And then fighting the empire after.

Redna told us more about Kairi Kuroyuri. How they met in Doma. How Redna fell for her. How the two of them were married out on the open sea.

I was almost out of stories that I remembered. There was one left. I told them what I remembered about the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

I remembered it was after I left Ul'Dah, and Nova. I'd come to Limsa Lominsa to look for a ship leaving Eorzea. As I wandered the city I heard someone singing. I remembered following the melody to its source. And then I saw her. I remembered she was an Au Ra with black scales. She had shining purple eyes, green skin that looked so soft, and an absolutely beautiful smile.

I remembered overhearing her talk with a hrothgar woman. They were adventurers, and they talked of their time seeing the world on their way to Eorzea.

I remembered thinking how exciting that sounded. How traveling as an adventurer sounded fun. How nice it would be to spend time with her, get to know her.

I remembered hearing them mention Carteneau. That they would fight against the empire to protect Eorzea.

I remembered deciding not to try talking to her. Wandering Limsa more before running into Captain Kairisch.

I tried casting magic again a few times over the years, but could never get it to work. Eventually I decided not to worry about it. I could handle myself fine with the knives and Renda's lessons.

We only had two other run-ins with pirates. The captain of the first crew recognized the feared Redna Akairi, and left peacefully. The second crew weren't so lucky, and we fought. I tried my best to keep the fear I remembered down in my heart, and fought them off bravely with the rest of the crew.

The crew told more stories. Most everyone had dealt with the empire in some way. Fighting in rebellions or just living under imperial rule.

Redna told us about her last night with Kairi. Garlemald was coming to Doma, and her wife couldn't stand by and not help. Redna offered to join, but Kairi refused her. Said that Redna's life was meant to be out at sea. She never saw Kairi again.

I didn't have any stories left. I'd told everything I remembered of my life. The captain told me I could tell the same stories again. Or I could even just make something up. A story's a story whether it's real or not.

I decided to tell them the story from my dreams.

I dreamt of another world. Of being a different person entirely. A hyur with red hair. A hero who fought with their comrades against the darkness.

Horrible monsters threatened the land, created by villains from the shadows. But the hero and their comrades fought them endlessly. They could take the fallen monster's strength and turn it back against the fiends.

I didn't know the ending. Had never dreamt of one. But the crew loved the stories regardless.

Four years had passed since the calamity. My time on the Liljefisker may not have been what I remembered expecting, but it was a great time nonetheless.

One day we found ourselves in a vicious storm. It took everything to keep us afloat, we were thrown far off course. Even after the skies calmed we were stuck in a thick fog.

As Redna tried to get our bearings, someone called out that they had seen what looked like a lighthouse's beacon in the distance. A couple other crew members saw it too, but the rest of us didn't. Redna said it was all we had to work with, so we sailed in its direction.

After an hour or so, there was a crashing sound and the ship stopped. We'd run aground on an island that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Everyone was okay, and Redna had some of the crew check for damage. We couldn't see much of the island from here, so Avaldr and Borgar volunteered to disembark and scout the area. See if this island was inhabited.

Hours passed. The hull had some damage, and would take a while to repair. The scouts never came back.

Redna decided she would go out and look for them. I wanted to come with her. She didn't want me in danger but I insisted. Obrelle offered to come as well, and Redna asked her to stay close to me.

The thick fog gave the island an oppressive atmosphere. There were no notable landmarks, but we kept walking.

"Wait." Redna put a hand up to stop us and kneeled down. There was a sword on the ground. It was Avaldr's.

Obrelle called out his names, and the captain hushed her. "Somethin's here. Stay close to me, we have no idea-"

There was a shout from behind us. "Captain!!" It was Naapyonye. He was running to us from the direction of the ship. He stopped, panting. He was holding his side. There was blood.

Redna rushed over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy now. What happened?"

"Th- the ship. We're under attack. These.... Things jumped out of the water..."

Redna gritted her teeth. "Damnit. I'll go and help. You two stay here with him. Tend to his wounds." She turned to face Obrelle and I. "Stay- BEHIND YOU!"

I heard a thunk, and a crash as I turned around. There was a huge monster. At the ends of it arms were two massive sets of claws, burning with dark energy. One had just batted Obrelle aside, into a rock wall fifteen yalms away. And the other was actively coming down on me.

I didn't have any time to react. It tore into my chest, the pain was unbearable. I heard the Naapyonye scream, heard Redna drawing her gunblade. And then nothing. I blacked out.

The pain didn't stop. It only got worse. A burning feeling that went deeper than the wound itself. It was a familiar feeling.

I realized what the monster was. A voidsent. Creatures of darkness. And its claws were coated with dark aether. The same dark aether that was now flooding into me. Bleeding into my very soul. Threatening to overtake it completely. It was a familiar feeling.

Why was it so familiar?

It all came back to me. My life.

Not the life I remembered. The life I dreamed.

I was Xen. The thirteenth of my line. A line of knights who fought the darkness.

Monsters not unlike voidsent plagued our world. The legends said that villains clad in black created these monsters and set them upon the people. They were powerful. Unstoppable. Even when they were killed the aether left behind would form into a new monster.

The legends said that one day a group of knights, my ancestor among them, were apporached by an emmisary from the gods, clad in white. He taught them how to use the monster's power against them. To take the aether of a dead fiend and reforge it. To solidify it into weapons so they could fight back.

So they fought back. They taught their children how to forge from the dark aether, and those children taught theirs.

I fought with my fellow knights, my family, against these monsters. We took their aether to make our swords, our shields. And we used it to build our cities. Homes to live in. Walls to protect us.

And one day we were confronted by a villain from the legends. Clad in black, with a red mask hiding their face. They told us the end was near. But we defied that end and fought them. They summoned monsters before our eyes and we cut through them. One sword would snap against the fiend that would become the next.

My comrades fell, but we kept fighting. When the last monster fell I confronted the villain alone. I said I'd stop them, and they made one last fiend, more powerful than the rest. I cut it down, and took its aether to forge one final sword to end this villain.

But it was too much. I couldn't control that aether like normal, could feel it building into more and more. Like a dam about to burst.

The villain laughed. They thanked me and vanished. The darkness exploded out. It was so much. I felt it overtake my body and soul. It felt like enough to overtake the entire world.

That was the end of my story.

.....

"But it wasn't the end."

?

I opened my eyes. I was in an empty white space. And I was myself again.

"No, after all that you got to run around in my body for four years."

A voice from behind me. I turned around and saw myself sitting there. The me I wasn't.

The sad cat.

A bitter laugh. "Yeah, that's me. Meow. I really hate when you call me that, y'know?"

What? She heard that?

She nodded. "I've heard all your thoughts this whole time. It was more like you were speakin' out loud." She stood up, turned to me and crossed her arms. "But you haven't heard a word I've said 'til now."

The whole time? You mean...?

"Yeah, Xen. For four years I've been here, watchin' you live my life from behind my own eyes."

I had no idea. I-

"I know. Ever since you woke up after the calamity I haven't been me. I yelled and screamed from here but you never noticed. I watched you take on my memories and think you were me. I watched you spend time with everyone. Watched you see more of the world than I ever had."

Rahks, I'm-

"Don't call me that either. I wanted to find a new name for myself. But you changed it without me. You changed me. Ignored my fear and learned to fight. You told stories from my past, things that I just wanted to push away and forget. I wanted to run away from it all but once you showed up I couldn't run anymore. I couldn't do anythin'."

I'm sorr-

"Shut up! I don't want to hear you apologize. I was so angry at you all this time. I've been terrified of the idea of spendin' the rest of my life like this, trapped in my own body, not able to be myself. I thought a lot about what I'd say to you if you ever started hearin' me. But now you're here. And all I can really say is. Thanks."

What?

She turned away and sat back down. "The life you had me live was better than what I would have lived by myself. Even thinkin' you were me, havin' all my memories, fears, and anxieties, you did things I didn't think I could do. Sometimes I'd quiet my mind. Try to blend myself into your thoughts, see if I could just be the me that you were..." She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head between them. "More than anythin' I'm upset that I couldn't live any of that life."

I sat down next to her.

You still could. It's not too late to try.

We opened our eyes.

Everyhting hurt. We were still on the island, laying on the ground. Our chest had been wrapped up. It was bloody, but we recognized Redna's coat.

The fog was thick, but we could see one figure, crouched on the ground, drawing something out. It was Redna. She looked injured. We couldn't see anyone else.

"C-Captain..." I hadn't said anything. She could talk. I stayed quiet.

Redna perked up and turned around. "Oh thank the kami." She rushed over and put a hand on our shoulder. "Xen, you're still with me, good. Don't worry, everythin's going to be okay." There were tears in her eyes.

There were tears in our eyes too. "I'm glad... I could be me again... Before the end..."

"What? Xen what are you...? Look, don't give up. You're not goin' to die on my watch. I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. No matter what it takes."

I could feel us smiling. We reached a shaky hand out to Redna's on our shoulder. But then the burning came back. The darkness.

Everything went black again.

And we were back in that white space.

"Yeah. It was worth trying. Thank you, Xen." She stretched her arms out and laid down, her eyes closed, with a forced smile on her face. "Now I can die without regrets."

Without regrets? What are you talking about, you've got plenty of those. Don't you want to see the world? Don't you want to see what happened to everyone in Eorzea? Your family, Nova, those adventurers? You heard the captain, you can't give up. That can't be enough.

She gritted her teeth. "Of course it's not! Of course I want to see them. I want to be able to live my life like you did. But there's nothing I can do. Even if Redna gets us out of there the darkness isn't stoppin'. I can feel it burning in my soul too. Dyin' with one less regret will have to be good enough."

It doesn't. It won't. I'm not going to let you die either.

I stood up.

"What are you goin' to do?"

Darkness. I spent my whole life fighting it. Forging it into something else. I'll pull it out of our souls, and forge it into something else.

"Will that work? I saw your memories when they came back to you, but I never saw you forgin' darkness that was inside someone like this."

I don't know. But I have to try.

I took a few steps forward and closed my eyes. Reached my arms out to feel for the darkness around us. Inside us. It was only just starting to bleed into her. But it was deep inside me. It had nearly overtaken my entire being. I knew I had to work fast.

"How do you do it?"

I opened my eyes and looked behind me. She'd stood up.

"Your whole life you had to fight. You didn't have any choice. But you kept goin'. Even when you were the only one left. Even now, when you might tear apart your own soul."

I turned back to her and smiled.

You're right. I fought because I didn't have a choice. Not because I wasn't given one. But because there's no other choice I would make. I fought to protect my world. My family.

"But that's all gone now."

It is. But I can fight for its memory. And find new things to fight for. For the Liljefisker. Redna and the crew. And for you.

I fight to protect the things I care about.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I could tell she couldn't find the right words. In the end she just smiled to me and nodded. She understood.

There's not much more time, but I want to ask. Did you ever decide on a name for yourself?

She looked sheepish. "No... To be honest I do like your name."

I reached my hand out to her.

Then keep it. If this really is the end of Xen the Thirteenth's story, then it can also be the start of Xen the Fourteenth's.

She wiped tears from her eyes and took my hand. "Thank you, Xen, I-"

A binding light. The moment our hands touched something happened. I felt a surge of strength. That darkness that was moments away from overtaking me suddenly felt like nothing. I could forge it with no effort. So I did.

"Xen? What's goin' on??"

I felt something pulling at me. It was familiar. Not to any of my memories, or even to any of hers. But to something somewhere deep in my heart.

It felt like home. Like open skies. Like the sun's warmth.

...

Xen's head was pounding. Her chest was sore. The whole world felt like it was moving around her. Rocking back and forth. It actually was.

She was on a ship. It wasn't the Liljefisker. She was lying in a bed, one of several in the room.

She sat up and looked around. Empty beds to one side, and to the other one bed with one occupant, who had just jumped out of bed to hug her.

"You're up! Thank the kami. How are you feelin'?" Redna was holding her tight. A little too tight.

"Ow."

"Sorry." Redna let go and took a step back. She looked tired, there were bandages around her head, covering her left eye.

"We're- Uh. I'm okay. I think so, at least. What happened?"

Redna frowned. She sat back down on the bed and was quiet for a moment.

"Voidsent. They were all over the island. Tore the 'fisker apart. Chased us deeper inland. We were the only ones who made it out."

Xen wanted to cry. She'd watched herself get to know the crew the last four years. Had wanted to know them again herself. But they were gone.

Redna reached out and put a hand on Xen's shoulder. "I managed to find a lifeboat and got us off that damned rock. We drifted for a few days before this merchant ship found us. Their chirurgeon patched us up. That was about a week ago."

Xen started to stand up, and quickly found herself falling back into bed. The hrothgar woman caught her and helped lay her down gently.

"Easy now. They patched you up, but you were in bad shape. We're a few days out from port, they'll get you to a proper doctor there. I'll go get the chirurgeon, just hold tight for now."

Redna stood up and started towards the door, before stopping.

"Xen. Do you still... Feel like you?"

Xen smiled. "Yeah. More than ever."

"Good." Redna turned around, a smile on her face too, and then she left.

Eventually the ship made it to port. Xen would need a couple moons of rest before she could be up and about, and a few more after to get in shape. For the time being Redna worked with the local fishermans guild.

Once she could walk again, Xen asked Redna to teach her to fight. Her body certainly remembered how to use her knives, but she needed to be sure she could handle things herself.

A few moons passed, and Redna was ready to leave. She needed to start saving up for a new ship, and had plans to fight as a gladiator in the Bloodsands at Ul'Dah. Xen saw her off on the next ship. She wanted to take more time here, and someone had to take Redna's spot at the fisherman's guild.

Xen trained with her knives. And though she was rusty, she practiced her thaumaturgy. It wouldn't hurt to have a backup option. Being an adventurer sounded like it'd be a lot of work.

Some nights, while lying in bed, trying to sleep. She'd quiet her mind. Silence her thoughts as much as she could. Just to see if anyone else was there, trying to talk to her. But she was alone. Only she was herself.

Eventually it was time. Medical debts had been paid, she'd done plenty of work with the guild, and there was a ship that came from Sharlyan in port. It was bound for Limsa Lominsa. She gathered her things, bought a ticket, and went aboard.

She thought about Eorzea. It had been almost five years since the calamity. She'd heard about the destruction it caused, and how the land was recovering.

She thought of her family. Of the professor. Of that beautiful adventurer. She didn't know if any of them were even still alive, but she hoped she could see them again.

She saw some of the other passengers. A bearded hyuran man who waved to her as she boarded. A pair of elezen children who didn't seem to notice she existed.

She sat down below deck and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long trip, so she may as well rest now.

She slept, and dreamed.

Dreamed of light. Of a shadowy figure. And of three words.

"Hear... Feel... Think..."

[theprawnprince]

Dear Xen, @xensmells

Ya know, I would never have guessed that day we were randomly forced to sit next to eachother on a coach, that you would end up being one of my best friends. My beatie even, so we call it xD! You have never failed to make me smile in all the time I have known you. You constantly put up with my blabbering and also blabber right back, so our conversations are basically NEVER boring. Reminiscing a little, thinking back on all the things we’ve done together, I don’t think we’ve ever fought. We’ve totally kept stupid secrets though, like the time I accidentally killed our Minecraft pig, Piglet, with a command block when I was still figuring out how commands worked. And then proceeded to keep it a secret for the next 4 years and blame it on the House Party magic 8 ball. (Because that makes a lot of sense). I sincerely apologise. Or when Sage and I made u that BANGING t-shirt and we wouldn’t tell you what it was for months and tried to convince you it totally wasn’t a t-shirt even after asking for the size t-shirt u like to wear. Or when we accidentally killed Sage’s Minecraft parrot and spent like an hour trying to find a replacement but apparently our acting skills were not up to par. (Sage was not happy). And then there’s all those memories we have, those animation memes we used to make together, the horrors on the set of The Pig Games, the drawings we made and the characters and stories. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, happy birthday dude. I love you so so so sooooooooo much. Thank you for making my life so much brighter everyday. KEEP BEING SUPER AWESOME. And maybe we can try and stop killing various Minecraft pets yeah? XD (sorry about Larry!) 💜 Love ur bestest beatie Nella :)

[xenoeatssalad]

Hi! My names Xeno. You can also call me Xen.

I am a huge fan of the PBS series WordGirl, and I am also just WordGirl herself.

I also like Sonic, BATIM/Other horror titles, and more.

DNIS:

Lewd

Pedophilia

Lolicons

Proship

Incest

Etc

If you break any of these, you will be blocked.

Socials:

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Discord: xenoeatssalad

RP accounts:

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Breaking the 4th wall

In which Irene Lovejoy left her creator a happy birthday note

Pairings: Irene Lovejoy x Author insert (Platonic)

Content: Drabble, letter based, tooth rotting stuffs, Irene without trauma, a dash of angst, just some self love for my chaotic mind :3

Taggings: @identity-theft-101 @cloudcountry @xen-blank @esmerulia-chantelle @dove-da-birb @cookiesandbiscuits @vioisgoinginsane @siren-serenity @loser-jpg @aqua-beam @axvwriter @shinysparklesapphires @jaylleoo14 @the-v-lociraptor @ceruleancattail @siphoklansan @edith-is-a-cat @minimallyminnie @thehollowwriter @taruruchi @enigmatic-pers @cyanide-latte @unfictinalnightmare + others :3

T o m y d e a r e s t C r e a t o r .

Another year has passed since you created me, hasn't it? Time flies so fast, I never got to blink twice.

Not that I know what happened before you drew me anyways. But that is a story for another time.

You have grown so much, Creator, both physically and mentally.

I wonder how much we will shine this year, and the next, and all the next following years.

One day, you will have to let me go, leave me behind in the boxes of your childhood interest as you continue on with your life. Following your dreams, travelling the world, even opening a shop with your best friend as you have ranted while doodling me at one point.

I remember that, of course. You seemed so happy when you thought about it as you were designing myself in other universes.

But until that fateful day when I am of no use for you anymore, continue drawing me, will you, Creator? I would love to see you shine just as brightly as your creative mind.

Happy birthday, Creator. I wish you an eventful year of positive endeavors.

Your lovely creation,

Irene Lovejoy ♡