#basically i just feel like my presence on all my accounts but especially on here and my main are incredibly performative and the

[writing-whump]

I love your OCS! Can I request something where Matthew is sick, but it's not his shadow, is just some good ol' human tummy bug and he's all over the place not knowing what to do? With Seline as caretaker? - 🎃

Aww thank you for the request, nonnie! My first for the werwolf story, I'm so excited. Here you go.^^

Contains emeto and mentions of scat.

Stomach flu

Seline wasn’t sure how or when it happened that Matthew now accompanied her from classes back home, but somehow it had become routine before she even realized. Since the day he stumbled upon her and pretty much tore himself to pieces with his shadow to protect her from a random threat, he basically made it his mission to be around in the afternoon hours. How it fit his schedule, she had no idea. Somehow he was simply there - and she suspected he didn’t follow his classes nearly as reliably as he did hers.

So she didn’t wonder or say anything. She didn’t feel obligated to make herself especially available - it wasn’t as if she invited him over - but she didn’t protest his presence. But evenings suddenly became their evenings, with her sitting by the central dining table connected to the living room, working on her laptop and Matthew dozing on her couch or flipping through her Netflix account. When she was done studying or no inspiration came to her for new songs - self-made songs were the most effective for magic - she would sit a few meters away beside him and watch as well. 

Seline only realized how much of a routine it had become when something disturbed it. Like today.

Matthew was restless. He was shifting on the couch like he was sitting on a bee hive and he had that angry scowl on his face she associated with difficult days with his shadow. Except he was cautious with his shadow around her - they didn’t have an incident inside her apartment. As if her defensive magic woven into the floor now worked more in his favour, clearing his mind. Which was a good thing, natural thing, since witches usually provided comfort and calmness to their wolves. But they weren’t a pack and she wasn’t his witch or he her wolf - here they were just two students, bounded by a secret they never talked about. Somehow it mattered very little here and she liked it that way. 

Seline was biting her lip, looking up from her laptop occasionally. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but didn’t know how well he would take it. Maybe the best she could do was give his discomfort privacy, no matter what it was.

Suddenly Matthew stood up, expression drawn and uncomfortable, hand on his belly. Then he bolted to the bathroom. Seline watched him go, concerned.

She watched out for gagging noises, but none of that came. Maybe she was reading too much into this. Would he tell her if he was sick? Wolf and witch relationships aside, if her stomach bothered her, she would rather die of emberassment than admit it. It was an intimate, awkward thing, stomach issues, so she bet he would rather be left alone if something was wrong.

You can only offer what you would like yourself. She was aware she wouldn’t know what would help him. How can you spend evenings with a person each day and not know this?

The bathroom door opened abruptly, but the followed steps were shuffling and slow. Matthew dragged himself on the hallway to lean against the wall across from her. Her gaze flickered to him, trying to be inconspicuous. 

Matthew was sweating buckets, dark red hair plastered to his face. He was usually pale, but now he was glistening, freckles standing out on his cheeks and nose, his arms wrapped around his stomach. He was swaying, bending forward a little.

“Seline.”

She turned towards him immediately. “Matt? Hey, what’s wrong?”

He gulped and ran a hand over his face. “Ugh. I-I don’t know? It’s just-” he looked away, flushing, “my stomach really fucking hurts.” 

“Did you throw up?” she asked, eyebrows drawing together. 

“No. But it feels like my guts fucking exploded,” he threw a sheepish look toward the bathroom. Seline noted he closed the door behind himself, which he usually wouldn’t bother with. “...and it didn’t help at all.”

“Oh.” Seline nodded, trying to figure out a sensitive, emphatic way to talk about this without embarrassing him or getting squicked out herself. “You know what? I have these herbal drops that help with indigestion? They are a miracle thing, I swear.” 

She brushed past him towards the kitchen for her yellow bottled drops. Learned to use the herbal things from her mother and knew a really good doctor who made herbal drops from his own garden. Her whole family used it for years for all kinds of issues. It was always her go-to before any hard-on medication.

Counting 30 drops for herself and adding 20 more for Matthew’s weight into a bit of water, she swiftly returned with the glass.

Matthew slid down the wall on the floor, pulling his knees towards himself and hugged them close, face hidden in the crook of his arm.

Seline crouched down beside him, her heart swelling up at the sight. “Come on. Drink this. Maybe it will spare you from throwing up.” 

He eyed her with glossy eyes. This close to him, the smell of sickness and sweat hit her senses, and she suppressed a grimace. Matthew took the glass of water and took a tentative sip. “Hmm. Is this a witchy concoction?”

“Just regular human medicine and traditional herbal knowledge,” she snorted at him. “If it worked for them a few hundred years ago, it will work for you now.” 

Matthew nodded and emptied the glass. She took it from him before he could drop it on the floor, hunching over himself. 

“You will feel better in a minute,” she promised, doubting words immediately. “Come on, up from the floor. Let’s lie you down on the couch.” She wrapped her hands around his arm, coaxing him to stand. He swayed unsteadily as he got up. Better get him sitting down now, or he might not get up on his own soon. 

The redhead sprawled on the couch, but then moaned at the movement and curled up on his side instead, shivering. Seline noted how he hugged his stomach protectively and pulled his hoodie up, nuzzling his face into the couch’s decorative pillow. “I just don’t get it. What’s wrong with me?”

She sat down across from him on the edge of the couch. “You have been handling your shadow pretty well lately, right? Keeping it down so consistently. Ever managed that before?”

Matthew took a shuddering breath, his bleary eyes focusing on her. He squinted against the light of the living room lamp over him. “No?”

“Well, there you have it. Congratulations! You managed to keep your shadow down enough to catch a stomach flu. It’s been going around the campus, I hear.”

“Congratulations for sure,” Matthew grumbled, huddling further into himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Seline didn’t really have a reason or good excuse to stay beside him, but she didn’t feel like leaving at all. Shutting off the light, she brought her laptop to her lap, sitting cross-legged beside Matthew. This way, she could keep an eye on him all the time. 

The noises his stomach was making didn’t get any better, though. If anything, they grew worse with each passing minute, gurgling and whining. Matthew wasn’t asleep either, hiding his face in the pillows and rubbing his stomach angrily. 

A burp sneaked past his lips. Matt’s eyes flew open and he coughed a small “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay. Do whatever you need to,” she said. She couldn’t focus on her work at all, watching all the telltale signs of oncoming sickness. 

Closing her laptop resolutely, she threw it on the nearby table and fetched a trashcan. Better be safe than sorry.

Matthew looked horrified at the trashcan, sitting upright to lean against the backrest. He scowled at her and then burped instead whatever he wanted to say, pushing a hand over his mouth. 

“I’m-m not gonna throw up,” he declared, a fighting glint in his eyes. He was radiating heat. She could feel it even standing up. She cracked the window open and then sat beside him, pushing the trashcan nearer with her foot. 

He glared at her and then belched. A shiver ran through him and he swallowed hard. His breaths came in short, panting huffs.

Then he pitched forward with a painful-sounding retch. Seline quickly grabbed the trashcan and brought it close, just in time for him to hunch over it. Another retch wracked his body and he lurched violently over the trashcan. Nothing came up. Only a few drops of saliva hang from his lips.

“Mattie. You are doing fine. Psshh. Just let it happen.” She pulled his hoodie down and dared to put a hand on his back, rubbing gently.

The movement coaxed up another burp. Matthew panted over the trashcan, eyes opening and shutting hard. He grimaced and spat into the bag, looking offended and angry to boot. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Seriously, you don’t-”

“For real,” he interrupted, looking at her from the side. “I didn’t mean to come to your place to hurl. I never mean it and it somehow always happens and I’m really sorry. I can leave if you-”

“Oh, shut it,” she said with a small grin. “It’s okay. I’m not letting you leave like this. So stay put and get better.”

He smiled slightly in return, then grimaced. “Seline?”

“Yes?”

“I hate this.” 

She laughed softly at that and leaned closer. Matthew took the trashcan from her hands and buried his head inside it. Putting both her hands on his back, she felt his whole spine shake with the next lurch that finally brought chunky liquid out. She winced as it splashed against the plastic.

A slight pause came. Matthew lifted his head hesitantly. His nose was running and there was vomit hanging from his lips and chin. 

Seline patted his arm. “Be right back.” She hurried to get a paper roll from the kitchen before sliding behind Matthew. He had his feet planted on the floor, trashcan between his knees, head hanging low over it, looking helpless and lost. But he sighed at her touch.

She offered him one of the papers, but his grip on the trashcan didn’t loosen one bit. She gave up and wiped his chin herself, catching all the droplets and throwing the crumpled sheet into the trash. “There you go. You are alright.” 

Matthew stayed silent, blinking hazily. Then his back arched and he was heaving again. She raised herself on her knees with his back in between and rubbed at the sweaty pullover. 

When he pitched forward with a loud throaty gurgle, she sneaked a hand under his hoodie, over his stomach. Seline wasn’t sure what was allowed or not, but he didn’t protest her administrations, so she went with the feeling. His middle was bloated and tense under her hand, puffed out despite all the emptying his body been doing from both ends. 

Matthew moaned against her and she could feel his stomach muscles clenching against her hand. She kneaded against the gurgly organ, which ushered a burp out and a handful of milky sickness. At least it was more watery now, coming easier.

Matthew gagged and heaved, a torrent of liquid rushing out. He was left coughing and catching his breath for a few more minutes, even when he came up empty. Then he let go of the trashcan and tipped back, unknowingly leaning against her chest. She squicked quietly and laughed. “Okay, okay, easy, big guy.”

Seline slid from behind him and helped him ease against the couch until he was lying down, propped up on two pillows. When she stood up to get rid of the stinking bag, she felt a tug on her sleeve.

“Where-...are you…?” Matthew blinked sleepily, dazed and confused. It wasn’t fair. Why did she suddenly feel so protective of him? His dark brown eyes looked like big chocolate cookies, lost in his ashen face. 

Taking mercy on him, she twisted the bag shut and pushed it aside, sitting down next to his head. “Shhh. I’m not going anywhere.”

They sat in silence as Matthew took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling irregularly before evening out. His eyes slid shut and he reached out a hand towards her. Seline could do nothing but take it, holding it over his shoulder. Effectively trapped beside him. 

Pretty sure he would never allow himself such a touch if he was fully coherent. But with the fever raging against him and with how dizzy and exhausted he was after the bounds of vomiting, she could see a completely different side to her gruff red-haired protector. Protector? She still thought his shadow was more of a hindrance to him, but he was getting better. This human weakness was proof.

She slipped her fingers over his forehead, pulling the sweaty strands from his face. Then she combed them through his hair.

Matt grumbled softly, sounding content.

#ask #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #whump #my writing #emeto writing #hurt/comfort #stomach flu #werwolf wip #hey it took only 4 days #I'm happy ^^ #finally writing a bunch #Matt

[sea-creature-things]

This is my first fanfic so be nice pls. I've been sitting on this story ever since Thanks to Them came out. It's the first fanfic I've EVER made and I was kinda scared to actually put it on here.

But now i really want to share it. I don't care if its cringe, it makes me happy. So maybe it'll make other people happy too?

Read on AO3 or below.

How Vee and Hunter became friends

Vee didn’t like Hunter. Not just that, she didn’t trust him. He had been in the Emperor’s Coven after all. He was the golden guard! He was the physical embodiment of everything she ran from. She knew it was unfair, they crashed here searching for help, but it felt like her past had followed her.

No, she definitely didn’t trust him. Luz said he changed, but she couldn’t believe it. Even then, it didn’t matter if he changed! She just didn’t feel safe with him. His mere presence reminded her of all the things she’d rather forget.

Vee especially didn’t want to be alone with him. But even if they were both with the group, she made sure she wouldn’t be next to him. The few times she had ended up walking next to him, she’d increase speed to be next to anyone else instead. She didn’t care who saw.

If they were all together in the living room, she would rather sit on the floor then on the couch, just so she could be on the other side of the room from him.

If they were all in the kitchen for dinner, she’d quickly claim the farthest seat away. By now the two of them basically had assigned seats on opposite ends while the others changed places every day.

If they were in the old house, working on a new portal to the demon realm, she'd rather help Camila with chores. The portal wasn’t any of her business anyways. And it’s not like she fit in with the group. Yet. Hopefully.

Hunter wasn’t stupid, he could tell she didn't like him. But he didn’t mind. Actually, he thought he deserved it. Luz, Gus, Willow and even Amity had all forgiven him so fast. At least someone was still holding him accountable.

He tried his best to avoid Vee as well. She clearly didn’t want to be near him, so he wouldn’t force her to be. The house was big enough to give her space.

After the first night, and Vee saw his sigil, he knew he would have to walk on eggshells. He also remembered the first and only time they were alone in a room. Saying it was a disaster was probably an understatement.

~~~~~

Flapjack had been relentlessly chirping in his ears. The little bird insisted he should tell someone about the pain in his stomach. There was nothing wrong he just... always seemed hungrier than the rest.

“Miss- I mean Camila, could I maybe have something to eat?” Hunter asked sheepishly, his voice barely loud enough for the woman to hear. He didn’t like asking for things, especially from their host. He didn't want to be a burden to her. Anymore than he already was.

But Camila had just smiled and sweetly told him: “Of course! Don’t worry about it dear, you’re a growing teen after all. There should be a bag of chips in the pantry.“

“Thank you.” Hunter had said, quickly standing up and resisting the urge to bow. Camila wasn’t Belos, he had to get through his head already! He walked towards the kitchen, but stood still at the entrance.

Vee had been standing at the counter with her back towards him. She must have heard him, because she looked over her shoulder. Hunter was already used to her looking at him annoyed or suspiscous. But this time, she looked scared. She turned around completely, eyes wide and shoulders tense. Her back now pressed into the counter, like she was trying to move away and stand completely still at the same time. She was scared of him.

It was like something clicked in his brain. Hunter slowly backed away and walked back to the living room.

Luz had looked at him puzzled. “Could you not find it?” Hunter didn't want to lie, but the others didn’t know about the issues between him and Vee. And they wouldn’t understand, or at least, they wouldn’t just leave it alone. “Umm, I’m not hungry anymore.”

~~~~~

So now he avoided Vee like the plague. He was determined to never invade her space again.

Camila wasn’t stupid either. She noticed the strange behaviours on both sides. But she didn’t understand it.

She'd been alone with Hunter plenty of times. He was a sweetheart! Clearly he was still recovering from whatever this Emperors coven thing was, but there was nothing but compassion in his heart. Camila saw how he treated everyone, especially Gus. Even just a week after their arrival, she felt like she knew this kid.

Camila also knew Vee. Sometimes it felt like she knew her better than Luz! The little demon had been impersonating her daughter of course, but after the truth came out, Camila got to know Vee better. She opened up a little. She was calm, kind and always willing to help. So, why was she being so cold towards Hunter?

“Do you know why Vee and Hunter don’t get along, Mija?” Camila asked as she entered the kitchen. It was just them, so she felt it was okay to ask.

Luz looked up from her phone. She had not expected this question. She thought back to her first night back home. Their crash landing in the Human realm, the long dinner-table-explanation and the 'fight' between Hunter and Vee. The little basilisk had noticed his sigil, Luz had seen that she noticed, Hunter had seen both of them noticed, but nothing really happened in the moment. At night, when everyone else was asleep they had a very awkward and very difficult conversation.

They had both promised to keep things civil for the sake of not stressing out their friends more than they already were, but maybe that ship had sailed.

“Oh umm, I think it’s because Hunter was the Golden Guard. Vee just doesn’t trust him.”

“Mmmm” Camila had to think for a second. What was a golden guard again? Luz had called him a ‘child soldier’ and ‘ridiculously brainwashed’. Whatever Hunter had done in that Coven wasn’t his fault, right?

“We should probably leave them alone Mami."

What? That didn’t sound like her daughter. Luz always wanted everyone to be friends, ever since she was a little kid. This wasn’t the first time she looked so hopeless after coming home either. Perhaps Camila could kill two birds with one stone. Making Vee and Hunter become friends could also cheer up Luz. Yup! She’d made up her mind.

“Vee, Hunter! Could you come here for a second?” Camila shouted in the general direction of the living room.

“Mamiiiii!” Luz looked betrayed.

Hunter and Vee arrived in the kitchen at the same time. They looked worried, as if they knew what was about to happen.

“I have a list of groceries here, could you two run to the store and get them for me? Here, I’ll give you some money.”

Hunter and vee looked at each other. Both of their faces showed extreme discomfort. Here come the excuses…

“I actually don’t feel so good. Can I stay home?” Vee gripped her stomach. But her face revealed her lie.

“Vee, I know going outside isn't your favourite. But I need these groceries and you know your way around.” She changed into her human disguise, a sign of acceptance.

“Ummm I’m not very good at those grocerie thingies. But Willow is! She could go instead.” Hunter smiled hopefully.

“Nonsense Hunter! You’re great at running errands for me.” He nodded, a sign of defeat.

No mercy! Camila put the list in Vee’s hands and 60 dollars in Hunter’s. Then she practically pushed them towards the door.

“Alright good luck, have fun, buy yourselves some snacks and be back before dinner!”

The grocery trip was awkward, but uneventful. Vee and Hunter hadn’t said anything to each other on the way there. She still refused to walk next to him, being blatantly clear about that now. At times Hunter wasn’t even sure she was still behind him. He decided to leave Flapjack home. Maybe if he was powerless, Vee wouldn’t feel so threatened.

At the store they talked as little as possible. Vee told him the next item on their list and then they would debate which brand to buy. But this ‘debate’ would consist of: “This one?”, “No, this one.” or “Sure.” and “Let’s take the cheaper one instead.”

Hunter was pretty sure that last one was a new record. 6 words.

At the checkout they were quiet again. Vee was loading in the groceries while Hunter paid the cashier.

“Have a nice day.” The lady said while handing him the receipt. Hunter ignored the weird look she shot at his scar.

“Thank you.”

Vee was done gathering everything, but she was clearly struggling with the bag.

“Do you want me to carry that for you?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Hunter knew he fucked up.

“No. I can do it myself.”

Her voice was like venom. Hunter couldn’t help but shrink. He knew his feelings would show clearly on his face. Did he really forget who he was dealing with that easily?

On the way back Vee was in front, the heavy bag was causing her to walk weird. And slow. But Hunter refused to say another thing about it.

Vee was getting extremely fed up. This bag was killing her shoulder! Even worse, she felt Hunters eyes on her like heat rays.

The look on his face when she snapped at him earlier was still on her mind. She didn’t mean to be that harsh. But excepting his help, would be admitting defeat! He didn’t think one little trip to the store would make her trust him, right?

She could still feel those eyes. It felt exactly like the look of a Scout. Watching her carefully. Making sure she was only doing what she was told. She felt herself getting angrier. Even worse, she felt like she needed to explain herself, tell him exactly why she had been so mean. She stopped dead in her tracks, dropped the bag and turned around.

“Look! I’m sure you’ve noticed I don’t like you.” Before Vee could defend herself though, he said something.

“You have every right not to."

He didn’t even look surprised at her sudden 180. How could he say something like that so calmly?

“I understand”

What? Is he serious?!

“No, you don’t understand. You don’t know what I’ve been through!” Wait, why did she want to tell him anyways? She didn’t need explain shit!

“No I- I don’t. But I know the Emperor’s Coven was horrible to you and … I can relate? … I guess."

Vee was too stunned to speak. What? WHAT?!

Hunter continued, “I’m just trying to say-.”

“You think you can relate?!”

She shut her eyes. Painful memories flooded her mind.

“You were the golden guard! I was a prisoner! You’re a witch! I’m a Basilisk!“ She didn’t want to tell him. Why was she telling him?

“ I- “

“You don’t know what’s it’s like to be made, just to be used as a tool! A throwaway! A pawn!!”

“Actually I do know what that’s like!”

Vee’s eyes flew open.

Hunter was angry. She’s never seen him angry before. She’s never even heard him raise his voice. But it didn’t scare her like she thought it would. His expressions changed very quickly. He seemed shocked by his own words.

And scared.

“You really do… don’t you?”

She knew he was telling the truth. He had the same hurt in his voice. The same look in his eye.

Those magenta eyes.

“What are you?”

Hunter sighed, he couldn't not tell her now. Maybe out of everyone, Vee would understand. Besides, he wasn't worried that she would come to hate him, she already did. What did he have to lose?

“I’m a Grimwalker and technically I shouldn’t exist.”

A long silence fell between them.

This time when Vee looked at Hunter, she didn’t see her past. She didn’t see the coven or the scouts. She saw herself.

Alright fine, she was admitting defeat.

Vee picked up the bag and held it out in front of her. Hunter was confused, but he took it quickly. In case she would change her mind. Did this mean she trusted him? It couldn’t be that easy, right?

“Let’s go home”

“Right.” He waited for her to move first. So she could walk ahead of him. But she didn’t move.

“Come walk next to me.”

“Oh okay.” It was that easy.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you.”

…

“Sooooo… what’s a grimwalker?” Hunter couldn't hear any animosity in her voice, which was... new.

“Uuuuuuhhhh”

“Legally, you have to tell me.” He couldn't tell if her tone was playful or not. She was probably right though. He should just tell her everything.

“I don’t actually know. I think I’m like a clone? Belos made me, but I don’t know how... or why.”

….

“So I guess we were both made in Belos’s basement.”

Hunter had not expected that. He couldn’t help but laugh at it. Just a little bit.

“That’s horrible!”

“Yeah… but true tho. Just two test tube babies walking down the street.”

Hunter couldn’t hold it anymore. Vee was giving him that mischievous look. He’s only ever seen her look at Luz that way. Alright, he could try to ‘pile on the funny’.

“Look at us, two runaway pet projects”

Now Vee burst out laughing. Had he ever heard that before?

They kept going for a while. Trying to one-up each other in the most absurd ways.

Hunter couldn't believe it. Telling her he was a Grimwalker, out of all things, was what made them friends? That couldn't be right. But she was being so nice. He didn't want to push it, but a part if him wanted to test the limits. They were almost at the house. He need to know, one final test: sass.

“Ya know, this bag really isn’t that heavy.” He smirked.

“How dare you.” Vee said dramatically. It was fake offence. Something Hunter has seen her do many times, but never with him. He smile was wide and genuine and it didn't fade when they walked through the door.

Yup! They were friends now. It really was that easy.

Epilogue:

Camila and four out of six children were sitting on the couch, watching old cartoons. They heard the front door open. Luz and Camila immediately looked at each other, this was the moment of truth.

But to Luz's surprise and her mom's delight, they heard Vee and Hunter talking. As they passed the doorway to the livingroom, she realised it was goodhearted banter.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hunter chuckled.

"I'm just saying- Oh hey!" Vee noticed everyone on the couch and waved. "We're back!"

They were met with a lot of greetings. Only Luz reacted a little confused to her enthusiasm.

"Did you find everything?" Camila asked.

"Yes. We found everything on the list." Hunter reported to her. Vee pushed her elbow into his side. "Give her the change."

"Oh right!" He smiled and put the bag down, then proudly presented the leftover 7 bucks and the receipt.

"Thanks dear."

"We'll go put these away."

Vee picked up the bag with determination, or tried to at least. Her shoulder dropped under its pressure, making her entire top half slanted. She took slow and careful steps towards the hallway. Hunter laughed and took the bag from her shoulder.

"Try not to break your spine." He teased. Vee puffed her cheeks and poked him in the side. "I'll break your spine." She mumbled. As they disappeared around the corner, Vee giggled.

Camila looked on proud. She saw Luz looking dumbfounded, before a sparkle came into her eyes. She jumped up and ran after the two.

"I'll help!"

Camila smirked. Victory.

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda #hunter the owl house #vee noceda #vee owl house #hunter and vee are siblings #you cant convince me otherwise #noceda siblings #luz noceda #camila noceda #best mom

[ghost-of-a-system]

sorry if this is kind of crossing a line, but how do you guys deal with thinking you're faking? ive been having more issues with it recently and its affecting my system,, i dont mean to but its an unfortunately common intrusive thought

no worries, it's definitely a common thought a lot of systems seem to get from time to time (at least from what we've seen)! i know we have, though for us it was usually less of an "i'm faking", and more of an "i'm gaslighting myself into thinking i have this, by acknowledging symptoms". we mostly got these thoughts in the first year or so of for-sure knowing about our system. while we met the criteria and general experiences of someone who has OSDD1, we found ourselves obsessively comparing our system to others we'd see online, or others that we knew. we saw systems who had things like inner worlds or extreme differences in skills & knowledge per alter. things that aren't specifically required to be one, but seemed so awfully common that we just thought they were unspoken guidelines we were missing. so, we were afraid we were "faking".

i don't know how much this can apply to others, but we can remember a good deal of indicators about having OSDD1 when we were younger, especially from the ages of 11-15 or so. (mainly, dissociative episodes, the presence of potential alters.) we obviously didn't know what it was then, nor did we really think it too out of the ordinary. but they were things that we were able to start connecting the dots with the more we learned about systems and ourselves later on.

looking back, our concerns kind of fizzled out with the more dots we connected. kinda hard to be gaslighting yourself into symptoms you don't even know are symptoms, right? the fact that we experienced these things for a long time prior to even learning about OSDD1 was usually enough to help us. but i can understand if it might not be safe for others to try to delve into their pasts like that. isn't really for me to say or speak much on.

this may also not apply to many others, but here's another way. ever since creating this account, actually, we've started to stop holding ourselves to these ridiculous standards in order to be a "normal system". we're learning to respect ourselves for the way we are, and we have noticed that since then, our life has gotten, clearer, almost? whereas before, i think our anxiety and paranoia about the way we functioned clouded a lot of our symptoms. we were always over-analyzing and overthinking everything, so much so that nothing felt genuine. and, like i stated at the beginning... basically all of our concerns over faking stemmed from comparing ourselves to others, personally.

i don't know if that makes sense, but we just stopped caring so much and acknowledged our symptoms as more of a passing thought rather than one we need to grab and study as soon as it occurs. i'm not too sure of the correlation, but i think our experiences/symptoms just. stopped feeling like something we were 'secretly, actively inducing', if that makes it any clearer? and, these things were happening on their own, and to degrees that simply could not be explained by anything other than OSDD1 or something similar. it's really hard to put into words so i'm sorry if that makes zero sense hah, but that's just what we've done. we haven't really had such thoughts ever since.

-skye

#ghost of a sys asks

[witchofthesouls]

So, I’m not sure if you’re taking emergency requests or not but I could really use something. I’m not sure if you know but parts of northeast Florida are basically underwater.

I’m visiting from college and I’ve been trapped at the Fort Lauderdale airport for a day and a half, soon to be two. My parents are trapped in their home (they live in an apartment but their garage is completely flooded) and can’t get to me, so I have to hold until the water levels here and there go down enough for me to get home.

I’m tried, cold, haven’t showered in almost two days, sleeping in shifts between rock hard seats and the floor to charge my phone and avoiding downstairs like the plague because that’s also flooded, I’m stuck with other people, my period tracker says in due to start any day now, and I want my moms home cooked meal. I have the feeling I’m gonna bawl my eyes out the second I’m out of this god forsaken airport.

Could you do a headcanon on how TFP Optimus, Megatron, and Ratchet would react to their human daughter being trapped in an airport for two days due to horrible weather and finally seeing her when it’s clear?

(Oh wow, anon, I didn't know about the storms flooding Florida. I had to look up news for it. And yikes, it still isn't over yet. That's a severely rough time, especially at a stopping point. Here we go with a different style: )

Optimus would immediately be in the vicinity when the weather subsides enough for him to safely transport you. Nature on Earth, he finds, is beautiful, but also devastating, especially on small beings without innate protection. Before you see his alt-mode, it's worn-looking, yet relieved "Leo Cullen" that greets your eyes. He takes extra care with his holomatter, so when he hugs you for a long moment, it's warm and solid. You feel the leather and flannel, the scratch of his facial hair, and roughened fingers. There's the underlying smell of sun and storm, and it feels like home.

The sleeper cab would be ready because, between the size of his alt-mode and root-mode, it's easy to transport a mattress in his subspace. Freshly laundered with your favorite road-trip snacks. The road back is long with pit and truck stops to stretch your legs, eat meals, showers, and look at the scenery, but that's because these trips are the only time between you and him and no one else, barring an emergency.

There's nostalgia over the radio, cassettes, and CDs. Podcasts of shared interests and audial books he listens on his spare time. He sings a little off-key to get you to smile and "Leo" smiles right back. He names the constellations visible in the sky and talks about the ones back on Cybertron; his voice lulling you to sleep as he steps through the mythology of Thirteen and their legendary battle against Unicron in the sky.

The one that fusses the most is Ratchet. His time at the base is a mix of complaints on such a chaotic nightmare of a planet and hyperfocus on things that need his attention. Otherwise, he'll drive himself up the walls with the continuous onslaught of new reports and in-and-out communication from you. (He wonders if he can simply take over your post-secondary education. Ratchet has mentored factory fresh new-builds, and he can learn his lesson from the science projects to take account of the planet's educational framework.)

You're stressed, so it makes him stressed because all he wants to do is bundle you up, keep you tucked away on his shoulder, and yell at everything that got you to that point. He can't fight the weather, so your 'old man' of a father picks you up with faded red hair and a severe frown as he impatiently waits. "Haiden Ratcliffe" looks like he just got off a double shift in his scrubs, and it looks to you that he hasn't been sleeping well with the presence of bags under his eyes on his holomatter. But now you two are a father-daughter match in exhaustion.

Despite his appearance, he's powerful and the force of his hug takes your breath away and skews his glasses as he lifts you up. He's tutting and grumbling in his usual, grumpy way as he gets you inside his alt, so he can run passive scans and get you more comfortable because he has everything on hand. "Haiden" doesn't make frequent appearances, unless it's necessary (and the PTA and school board would like to keep it as minimum as possible), so it's a nice moment to rest on his shoulder and he runs warm as large hands run through your hair.

On the opposite spectrum, for a mech known for his eloquence, Megatron has the hardest time providing soft comfort. He intimately knows bitter ones, harsh ones, wrathful ones, and heavy-handed ones. Cordiality is one thing, but gentleness is a beast that's foreign to him. It's not even a luxury he reserves for himself.

He gnashed his denta, bleeding them, opening a few scars on his face, and his fists clenched until the muscle-cabling and joints strained as he monitored atmospheric reports and potential damage. It isn't an enemy he can turn his fists and fusion cannon on, his rage cannot cow a storm or defeat tornados. Strength is what he knows and what he has, and he loathes how it fails him in this instance, even as he demolishes the training forces and simulations.

Nor can he hide easily. Even if he takes on a more appropriate Earth alt-mode, there's no way he can simply fly his way through the airport, especially if he wants to keep your presence beneath everyone's sensors. (Even if he stares at the blueprints of the infrastructure to casually find spots that could reasonably cover a ground bridge to get you immediately back on the warship. It's child's play for Soundwave to down the security systems and continuous storms could mask the power output, right?) He sends Breakdown to get you for the mech's thick armature and his ease with softer manners.

Megatron's care is more subtle, in some ways distant, because he struggles on presenting a kinder face. Your alarms are shut off as you're excused from practices. The showers are well-stocked with quality spa accessories and treatments. He says nothing when your pet drone slinks its way into bed and curls around you.

Food is a language he can understand and compromise on. Fuel was important, something close to sacred, to those deep in the mines and shackled in the Pits. Compared to what he's used to, the cuisine on Earth is nauseatingly overwhelming: diets and lifestyles and so many little, yet important factors that contribute to your health and wellness. What is edible and non-edible is not a hard line; it's a shore where it depends on the preparation and methods and cultivation. It's nothing at all like harvesting Energon crystals. And he vaguely wonders how humanity hasn't killed itself in its infancy between intentional poisonings of rotted or fermented food and accidental death by a simple mistake when foraging.

You can't drink directly from his lines, so he takes it upon himself to provide in another way and he tackles the culinary arts as a challenge to overcome. And, to him, it's a satisfying one.

Megatron cooks meals and balances your nutrition. Styles of all kinds and the world in his grasp. When you return, he makes your favorites, the things that comfort you the most as you and he sit down to fuel together. Your expression is all he needs to be pleased as he savors the warm purr of satisfied sire-coding.

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[stormblessed95]

Hey there! I hope you’re having a great start to your weekend! Wanted to get your thoughts on why you think JK has gone completely radio silent ? My personal thoughts are that he is just done right now with the level of toxicity out there over every little move he makes. I feel like he’s in protective of mode of himself, Jimin, and the other members. I can’t even imagine being under that big of a microscope with so many just waiting to pounce the moment he says/does/posts something. He’s damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t. It’s got to be crushing not to be able to show his support for the members, especially Jimin, publicly. It makes me so sad. He’s always been so vocal with his actions about his feelings for him 💜💜He’s such a good guy, a kind and caring soul. I know sometimes he appears aloof and spaced out but I don’t think this is one of those times. If he felt he could post without causing distress (because of haters) to Jimin I think he would do it in a heartbeat 💜

Hi! I know you are new. So I'm not going to get into a ton of everything your said. You weren't here, so you won't recongize the pattern. But both JK and Jimin have been the least active members on social media since 2019. When they first started their official Instagrams, JK had a lot of fun playing with the new app, especially using it to connect with ARMYs and keep entertained during all of their times being quarantined. But otherwise he hasn't ever been super active. Jimin was pretty active pre 2019, but since then, has slowed down a lot. You could come up with a million theories as to why, including just, he has gotten older and it's not a priority at this point. JK was super active towards the end of 2022, as he was promoting his different activities and was garnering attention for it (different Collabs, Dreamers, etc). Jimin is now super active as he has been promoting his own stuff and making sure he keeps his name out there as his projects drop. Dior, W Korea, Vibe Collab and his new album coming soon. When it's JKs turn for album promotion, you'll start seeing him pop back up all over SM too. And when Jimins promotions are over, his presence on SM will slow back down too I'd bet. JK even said the last time we saw him on a live stream, that after he finishes up with Dreamers, he doesn't have much of a schedule or projects to focus on. So social media promotions aren't something he is going to worry about. And not being on social media is not the same thing as not showing your best friends support for what they are doing. I'm positive all the members have wished Jimin and Jhope well on their Paris trip and were super excited for them. No matter if a post was posted or not.

In 2017, Yoongi (who has taken to Instagram and loving it lately) was so avoidant of social media and their Twitter account that Jimin once even posted a photo of him saying "he's alive" since ARMY hadn't seen him in so long and Jimin saw lmfao

Basically, being absent from SM is not abnormal. And while we might miss them, it's not something worth theorizing over. It's normal, especially for JK, it's fine. It's something newer fans might not always remember as they showed up during a time where JK was making ARMYs question their sanity over how active he was being. Lol man basically barely posted at all in 2020. There are tweets from 2019 about how much ARMY misses JK but they understand his perceived "break from SM" that they assumed was a break since the man barely posted. Lol he posted a jikook selca once, a gym photo once, in 2021 he posted a monthly Selca and everyone was celebrating getting to see JK more than ever 😂

Basically I don't think he is worried about it either way, and therefore neither am I. I do miss him though! Just like I missed Jimin so much last year too! BTS solo careers and their presence online during them will be a new thing we have to get accustomed to I guess lol

#jikook #kookmin #jikook on social media

[dalishious]

Running Commentary: The Masked Empire Ch 13 & 14

TL;DR: Gaspard finds Mihris still alive, and they agree to work together to catch up to Celene's party, with Mihris desiring revenge against Michel. Briala decides Celene isn't to blame for the genocide she committed, If You Really Think About It™. Weekes is a blood quantum supporter, apparently.

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Well folks, we're 5 chapters + an epilogue away from finishing this shit, and I kinda wanna try to burn my way through the rest of it while I have the drive to do so. My goal is to do at least one chapter each night. We'll see how that goes lol.

Anyway, let's get to it...

Celene, Briala, Michel, and Felassan find the nearest eluvian in an ancient elven burial chamber, but decide to get some rest before venturing into it.

Something of note: I wonder if the pools described here are of the same nature as the vir'abelasan? Celene assumes they are bathing tubs, but describes an uneasy feeling about them: "Whether it was the runes etched into the metal or the hard angles and corners, something in the shape of it said that this was not meant for her." It's nothing important though, as the pool is empty. Just a thought.

Meanwhile, Gaspard is on Celene's trail, though he is slowed by the sylvans with the help of his employed apostate, Lienne. Remache is nervous about working with the mage, but Gaspard eases his fears by promising to kill Lienne if necessary.

Eventually they come to the Dalish camp, or rather, what's left of it. All the elves have been killed, save for one: Mihris. Mihris explains what happened to the camp, and also that she made a deal with Imshael to be able to track down Michel, who she wants to kill in revenge for the destruction of her clan.

I think it's interesting that Mihris blames Michel for the death of her clan, and not Imshael. Because she does not see the demon as capable of full sentience, perhaps? It could be interpreted as insight on Dalish perspectives on spirits/demons, if this is what Mihris was taught. Comparing it to what is written about Dalish beliefs in spirits in WoTv1, it does add up. Don't get me wrong, I think Michel absolutely shares responsibility, because he was the one that freed the demon--just like if someone were to assist in a murder, you'd still hold them accountable for that assistance--but ultimately the deaths were at Imshael's hand.

The next morning, Briala reflects on Celene's mass murder, and has fully accepted that she is to blame more than Celene, because... *checks notes* right, because she wasn't there to stop Celene from doing it.

What had happened at Halamshiral was a still-painful ache, but the elves had rebelled. Celene had done what she had to do. Had Briala been there, she might have been able to turn Celene to a different course, but Briala herself was the one who had left.

Jesus fucking christ, Weekes. Like, I'm all for fucked up relationships if they are fully intentional and acknowledged to be just that, because juicy drama and all... but this does not feel like such a case. Especially when taking the fact that the player can actually put these two back together in DA:I and they are celebrated as a happy couple. And so all it does is gives me the creepy crawlies, reading this.

Anyway. Celene's magic ruby unlocks the eluvian, and they venture forth. Immediately, it's described that for elves, the Crossroads (though it's not called that in this book) feels like a wonderfully magical place that loves their very presence, while humans find it revolting and fatiguing. Felassan explains that this is because the land was made for elves, which Celene... and Michel... aren't.

Excen't Michel IS an elf. At least, just as much an elf as he is human! So basically Weekes just stumbled ass first into a fucking blood quantum argument, considering that elves are a metaphor for Indigenous peoples, in support of the idea that you are somehow less of a person if you are mixed.

ANYWAY. Felassan takes the opportunity of he and Briala being able to travel much faster through the Crossroads to plant the seed that Celene will not honour the deal she made to free the elves. Briala at this point still defends Celene, though. While Felassan and Briala talk, so do Celene and Michel. Michel asks if Briala can truly be trusted to follow Celene's needs.

“This wretched place makes my eyes ache, Majesty, but for her, it is the dream of elven greatness come to life. Do you expect her to come out of this land and put her servant’s mask back on?” “I do.” Celene spoke with confidence, but she squinted up ahead all the same to where Briala and Felassan walked far ahead. “Bria has helped me play the Game for years, Michel. I doubt that an enchanted path will change that.”

This scene to me is the first sign that Celene does not, in fact, have the heart to keep her promise to Briala, because at the end of the day, because she doesn't think she'll have to. She believes that no matter what, Briala will always be there to serve her.

Discussions come to a halt when the group face walking corpses. Michel takes the lead, and is able to defeat them, but by the time he does so, Gaspard's party has caught up to them. A fight ensues, but with all the magical casting from Mihris and Felassan, more walking corpses awake.

#dragon age #the masked empire #tme commentary

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for almost making someone die?

ok ik thats a lot, so ill try to start at the beginning. i (17nb) have been working with this one environmental organization since it was started when i was 12. ive devoted a lot of time to it n to seeing it grow, n when the group got big enough that we could rly expand to more places than just my country i was actually assigned to be in charge of running things here. i dont do it alone or anything bc i do have help from our real leader (40s m) n the people who run the branches in the 2 other countries we operate in, especially the one whos also been here since the beginning (30s nb), but its still a rly big responsibility n its important for me to b able to focus n not let other things distract me from my job.

a few months back, i thought it mite b nice to make my own account on the social media site where our group has the most presence so i could post abt personal things. i didnt mention my connections though (the stuff we do is kinda a bit illegal). it went rly well, n i ended up talking to this one person (20s f) who was rly nice, n we became friends p quick. the big problem was that she didnt like my group at all bc she was rly mad abt some of the stuff we'd done in her country, so there was kinda a conflict there. but some stuff happened, she ended up finding out who i rly was, n surprisingly she wasnt rly that mad at me? n she promised to keep it a secret, n it kinda went well from there other than it being kinda uncomfortable that she liked me n not what i do.

i mean, it did for a while. eventually though it became rly clear that talking to her was distracting me from my work, so my boss n coworker asked me to cut her off. n it hurt kinda a lot, but i did it. n thats where the story shouldve ended.

then i kinda fucked up. i was feeling rly weird bc of of smth that had just happened, n my boss n coworker weren't able 2 pick up the phone. my other coworker (??? i dont even kno this persons pronouns) isnt rly good w emotional stuff, but that was the last person i had to contact for support. n that person wasnt there either.

n i kno it was a mistake. i kno i shouldnt have done it. but i was kinda desperate for someone to talk to, n i ended up calling the friend id cut off even though i knew i wasnt supposed to. n she answered, n we talked. n i tried to go back to normal after that, but she started texting me again, n eventually i broke n answered her.

fast forward to today, n i just found out that my coworker had to try to kill my friend bc i couldnt control myself w her. the person who told me says it wasnt my fault, but if id just been able to resist the temptation to contact her again there wouldnt have been any messages for them to see in the first place. n on top of that, i kno that caring abt ppl too much makes them die, n i still let myself make that connection w her in the first place.

i mean, i think its p clear im the asshole here. basically the whole posts just been stuff i did wrong. but i kinda want to get confirmation, just so i dont have to keep thinking abt the thing the person who gave me the news said.

#aita #am i the asshole

[skiiyoomin]

hi! i was wondering if you'd ever write stray kids reaction for when you have endometriosis? <33

hii, of course!! Im so sorry i didn't post sooner, school has been keeping me really busy! Also, i had to do research on this so if there's anything wrong please correct me! I know it's not much but I still hope you enjoy this!

What is Endometriosis? Endometriosis is a disease in which tissue similar to the lining of the uterus grows outside the uterus. It can cause severe pain in the pelvis and make it harder to get pregnant.

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You have endometriosis

Chan

He immediately drops what he's doing and faces you to listen to what you have to day.

He's a GREAT listener and super understanding and supportive!!

His initial reaction was obviously worry, he wants you to be ok after all

Once he gets past the shock though, he'll ask about your condition to be as aware as he can and sho he can learn what to do when you're in pain.

All in all, he loves you too much and wants you to be in the least pain possible

Minho

He's a man of few words, and truly, there's not much for him to say here

Pulls you close and presses a long kiss to your temple

He wants you to know that he's there for you and he'll always do his best to help you

Asks you if he can do anything to relieve your pain somehow and if you're in pain at the moment

Basically, a very supportive bf !! 🫶

Changbin

Instantly pouts cause he doesn't want to loose you :(

You explained you wouldn't die rather it was just very painful

If it's even possible his pout would grow if more cause he hates seeing you in pain

Tries to distract you from it!!

Kisses and blows rasperries on your stomach to make you laugh 🥹

Hyunjin

Was a little confused at first cause he didn't know what it was

Once you explained he'd pull you in for a hug, making you sit on his lap so he could nuzzle his face on your neck

He doesn't really wanna say anything, simply be in your presence, not just to comfort you with your pains but to comfort himself

The last thing he ever wants is for someone as special as you to suffer from something so horrible :((

Han

I feel like he'd get weirdly emotional, but because he starts overthinking the situation!

You had to calm him down for like 10 minutes explaining how you won't pass away

He's still really upset tho

Gives you LOTS of belly rubs or literally anything he thinks might help ease the pain

It's the thought that counts after all

Felix

VERY supportive and understanding overall!!

Wants to learn as much as possible about your disease and find solutions on google to help take your mind off the pain

This calls for an imediate cuddle session in his book

And a long and warm one at that

Even if he can't do much he just wants you to know he's there for you at all times!

Seungmin

I feel like in general he's lowkey a protective bf, so learning about this just boosts it even more

Asks you a million questions so he's informed, it might be overwhelming but he does it all from the heart! He worries after all

He especially takes into account any specific boundaries you might need to put or if there's anything in general that helps you

That way he knows what you need!!

Jeongin

My poor boy is lost as hell

You gotta explain to him in the simplest way possible cause to him the math aint mathing

Nah but in all seriousness, he geniuenly panics cause he doesn't really know what to do or say

Once he kinda gets the gist of the whole situation, he'd gently scoop you up in his arms and baby you for the rest of the day

Starts forming the habit of belly rubs if he finds out the help you

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[luxaltare]

On days when their schedules were kind enough to complement each other, Ares liked to make the walk to the classrooms with Lene. They would meet around the pair of stairs bridging the two halves of the dorms, just as the morning sun was beginning to spill over the sides of buildings, and bask in the warmth of each other's presence every step of the way.

Typically, today would not be one of those days, but Ares' tall and dark figure was unmistakable. Emerging from beneath the shadows of the dorm buildings, a handful of brisk strides was all it took to bring his hands to Lene's face.

"Happy birthday, my dearest."

Gentle fingers caressed her cheek as he breathed the words softly into her ear, curling and then coming back around to trace her jaw with his knuckle. Its riding to the tip of her chin was his small invitation for her to follow upwards, and the other hand slipped around her hip was to keep her steady while he bent low to meet her at the lips.

While nothing longer than a small peck, the extra pause he took before pulling away represented the promise of a much more intimate kind to come later, if she wanted it. For now, he still had other gifts to present.

"I've thought much about your account of our time apart." Or more specifically, how it made her feel. How his letters he'd prepared to assuage the loneliness he knew her to be so prone to proved to be a poor substitute. How they were then further marred by unforeseen meddling, and then left her with nothing but empty halls. The half-distant haze that briefly clouded his eyes suggested he was thinking of these even now, as he reached back around to grab at something on his belt while adding, "And it led me to this--"

From behind his hip came a simple cloth sack which, when placed into Lene's hand, would reveal a surprising bit more heft to it than one would expect. It was akin to a heavy coinpurse, and whenever Lene decided to open it, she would quickly discover why.

Armor, even small enough to fit a stuffed animal like this, was something that would add some weight to anything, and this bear had a fair amount on its little body. It was still nothing comparable to a real, human set though -- simply enough to add some pleasant pressure to the hugs its adorable plush face would surely tempt many to give. Stuck between its stubby paws was a letter, with her name written in rather rough and basic but clear print that instantly distinguished it as Ares' handwriting.

Its contents were simply words of comfort and reassurance, insisting that his promises to her were just as unbreakable as his love was. Never did it occur to him that this could easily pass for engagement vows, for he didn't know enough about the intricacies of marriage ceremonies to catch the similarities, but it wouldn't have changed what he wrote if he did. Its goal was to ensure Lene would always have one pure and untampered message summarizing what she means to him, written by him and meant solely for her, to fall back to when he couldn't be there to say it himself.

But of course he now knew that a voice alone was not going to satisfy her, especially when his writing was already so mediocre that it could never properly bring his heart to the page. Thus, the reason for the bear became apparent. Cute, huggable, and specifically given by the love of her life, it was the part of his 'body' to the letter's part of his 'voice' that could help fill the space in those empty rooms.

"Should circumstances force us apart again, I hope that will do more to keep your sadness at bay until we reunite…"

He let a beat pass so she might study her gift, searching and hoping for signs that his knowledge about her preferences wasn't mistaken, but it wasn't long before he nudged her back to the present regardless. A soft, "But right now…," was paired with a tilt of his head that lined his gaze with hers. That other hand, still wrapped around her at the hip meanwhile, gently pulled her in close to remind her he was here as he presented his final gift: "…All of my time is yours today."

Come what may, that was the current, undeniable truth, and it was one he was proud to be able to say to her, so much so he had to stop and play it back in his thoughts.

To have the power to simply…pause the world around them for a day --

To meet with her so regularly that he could dare call it a set schedule --

--Ares could only stop and marvel at the simultaneous familiarity and disbelief of this feeling tickling him right out of his skin as he could confidently declare:

"Wherever you would like to go, whatever you want to do, we can spend it together however you see fit."

This strong sense of idyllic peace that was already pervading this morning, it wasn't a bad thing at all, but it was one he'd tasted very rarely. Such pleasure was still so new that he didn't know what to do with it, and in absence of being able to draw on something more fitting, he simply fell numb from its wonderful warmth.

"…We haven't had this much free time since we met, have we?"

The thought trickled out absently as his lidded eyes briefly glanced at the floor to reflect.

He spoke of Dahna, of course.

Back before everything went so terribly wrong again, it was there that he began to remember what it was like to be right. Wandering the streets of Dahna til late into the night, having long conversations on the castle steps, discovering a rare sense of comfort and understanding in each other's experiences that they never thought they'd find…

What he felt then was the same as now, suspended in some kind of dream that, no matter how deeply he drank from it, he could never have enough of. And at the center of both, at the very beginning of the end of those long years of darkness, was the same woman who stood before him now despite everything thrown her way.

Several years already spent together, and yet a touch of blush still snuck across his otherwise stoic expression that had now fallen back into the twinkling light in her eyes -- something he once feared was lost forever. Further and further he drifted, until noses and foreheads were no more than a hair's breadth apart, as he added:

"I can think of no better time to have it back."

In the morning sunlight, Lene stretches her back and stifles a yawn. Early starts were the bane of her week but at least it meant she could spend the whole day by Ares side. A blessing more than worth getting up at the crack of dawn for. Now, if only her eyelids would stop being so very heavy...

They flutter back open the moment warm, calloused hands cup her face. Had it been anyone else Lene would probably have jumped back screaming for dear life. She recognises his touch instantly however, knows immediately she is safe and sound. A smile spreads across her face as she drinks him in.

"Mornin' love. You're chipper today, huh?" Ares' hands are so gentle as they hold her face. His fingers move deftly and she follows, seeking his warmth. Their eyes and lips meet almost simultaneously. Her eyelids drift shut once more, savouring the moment's bliss.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

The cloth bag takes her by surprise. It seems heavy and her stomach stirs uncomfortably. Lene adores him, wants nothing more than to spend time with the man she loves beyond words. She prays he hasn't wasted money on things she cannot possibly hope to give back in return. Relief floods her when she sees the adorable stuffed bear inside.

In full armour. A very Ares touch. One that delights her to the very core!

Tentatively, she takes the letter it carries and opens it. Pours over every word as if she is lost in the desert of Dahna and this is her oasis. Each letter, carefully penned in Ares handwriting is more precious to her than any jewels or gold could ever hope to be. She reads them slowly, as if terrified that once she gets to the end they'll disappear into smoke and ash.

The words read almost like wedding vows, a little less formal and formulaic but just as heartfelt. If not more so, knowing they were penned personally, by Ares own hand for her to keep close to her heart. She hears his voice, asking her to keep her sadness at bay and lets out a loud, inelegant sniffle. Her tears stay back though, glittering in her eyes as he nudges her back to reality. Lene grins, smiles as though she's trying to outshine the sun and laughs. Laughs into his chest as she pulls him close.

"I can't promise not be sad without you, silly! But I'll try my best, should we be separated to focus on cherishing times like this. To smile everyday, even if it feels like you've left a very tall, handsome hole next to me." Her arms wrap around his waist and she doesn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. Impractical, she knows, but if home is where the heart is, he is her home. Safe, kind, passionate, loving Ares - he's all she could ever want, ever ask for. "Is that a fair compromise? You better do the same too, okay. The thought of you hurting--"

Lene decides not to finish that thought aloud. Instead she stands on the balls of her feet, leans up closer to him. They're a hair's breadth apart when she closes the gap of her own accord, lingering for a moment in which the world seems to stop. Time freezes around them and she could swear they were the only two people in the world. Her heart feels effervescent and beats so fast that Lene wonders if it's trying to fly right out of her chest.

She pulls away, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

"Well, if you're not too busy maybe we could take a wander into town for brunch? It would be nice to share a meal together away from prying eyes."

#s:ares #lionscion #((IM SORRY i cant match this perfection kusa i gfdsgdfg i loveeeeee him i love theeeeey))

[blackwoolncrown]

OK so heads up I’m using a dictation service for this lately I’ve been doing a lot of stuff with voice work and typing is just a bit too tedious because a lot of my work involves typing as well so when I’m not directly working (although I will say that like my online presence is work since I work for myself) I don’t want to type lol

Anyway if you didn’t know on my other account @iamthatwhich I talk about spiritual stuff, intentional living stuff, etc. and over on the Instagram of the same name last year or the year before that I had done a series on polyamory versus non-monogamy Specifically because a lot of people were promoting polyamory as if it was a one size fits all superior by default option and that monogamy was inherently evil which is not true. Luckily by now the conversation has started to shift, I have noticed that one of my gifts being an overlap of sight and speech, Is that I tend to be able to see and name a problem before most other people do so I am one of the people who starts conversations or is at the forefront or creating wave of discourse

(Remember when I was bitching about the anti-indigeneity of veganism 4-5 years ahead of mainstream discourse…? Yeah.)

ANYWAY This is such a ramble because all I wanted to say is that check out that account if you would like to follow the things that I talk about- It’s going to be mixed in with other more overtly spiritual stuff but if you like philosophy or that kind of discourse I would say to check it out because the next thing that I want to tackle is talking about courtship versus dating.

One of the things that stands out to me so much right now about main stream/allistic relationship talk is that people HATE dating. And It’s weird because a lot of people don’t seem to know that they hate it, which I see a lot with allistic people because a list of people just do what they’ve always done or what they think is normal and are not quite as sensitive to their own reactions to things.

The thing about dating culture in the west or the US or whatever is that it’s actually really really recent we used to court and I think that as we normalized dating, dating and courtship began to mean the same thing which they absolutely do not.

Anyways so I’m gonna be doing a talk about why dating is a normal culture here and how we’ve exported this to other countries, how this is an extension of assimilation, and what are the basic foundations of court ship.

I know that in our current culture we are really very much into everything that’s progressive and anything that seems to have more boundaries or more expectations or more rules, we hate it. However I feel that it’s also true that sometimes as a culture especially as younger generations we want to throw the baby out with the bathwater and we lose the plot. Additionally for many of us having an option away from the things that are deemed normal or liberated in this culture because they are not always necessarily liberating, is actually a means of cultural reclamation.

I also think that it’s really really important that as many people as possible way in on discussions like this because unfortunately we live in a largely binary world where everyone who is more progressive more liberated, we lean a certain way and don’t want to overlap at all in other directions, and then everything else is left to religious fundamentalists. Like I said before the problem that I have with that is that Christianity does not own courtship. And in the current day and age I don’t think they should be the only people talking about it or weighing in on it.

Honestly I feel like there’s another binary where like we’ve done well to be more understanding and open with people who are aro ace, But I wonder how excepting we can be of people who are making certain decisions rather than having an inherent sexual identity.

Because every single day I see more and more people especially women which is an important factor, talking about how they hate dating, how dating exposes them to people that they wish they were not exposed to just in order to find a partner, how it just feeds them more and more disappointing memories, and how they feel like they’re wasting their time. I see more and more people of all sexes complaining about how they can’t find somebody who is willing to commit, complain about people who are pretty casual in their approach, and part of that problem is that dating can mean many things, but courting does not.

And I know that I’m rambling here but my point is one of the biggest problems is that I would say about 20% of the people who date genuinely want to date, a.k.a. have a casual open ended experiences with people. Another 15 or 20% of those people don’t want any partnership at all and maybe don’t even want to date I feel pressured to do so and are probably aromantic. And most of the rest of them, Whether they fully realize this or not are only looking for committed partners and only want to meet with people who are looking for the same but they’re wasting a lot of their time and energy running into people who do not meet that same mindset.

And the best thing for those people to do is stop putting themselves in positions well where they will meet people who don’t want the same thing as them. Which is why they need to be courting, not dating.

Anyway the talk come out soon and I will update on my blog follow me there if you want to know when it comes out.

@iamthatwhich

[25ofsalvatores]

Greeting.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ────────୨୧────────

۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 春の花びら 舞い散る中で ۰

Oh my... you find me here. Glad to see you again. Shall we in hurry to getting more about me? 🩰

Greeting, soon to be my fellas! :D the name is Serene Jane Simone. Usually everyone addressed me with Serene, Sere, Sera, Rene, Nene, Eren or Jane. I know it's a lot... but, I'll leave it up to you, so call me whatever you want as long as it's not in harm way!

A little #.fun_fact INFJ-T is my MBTI {it hasn't change for almost more than 2 years until now} I got Sun Scorpio, Moon Gemini and Rising Leo as my sign. Also, I go with my feminine pronouns! I aready reach my legal age {19+} but no need to worries, my acc is safe for minor and either minor still can be friends wimme {not under 16 y.o}

DNI & BYF.

Same as basic information, before you follow I DO NOT WANT TO INTERACT with someone who racist, do not respect and mocking over some religion, culture and community, 🏳️‍🌈phobe, 18+ / NSFW account, non-cyber acount, or whoever someone who make me uncomfortable. I'll do soft block-unblock, either you can too!. Then, already find our common things?

. . . . Or need to dig in more about me?

Talking about something to dig in more, I also found interesting to dig in more about self-improvment, poetry, history things and literature, especially books! Oh... historical fiction and action are my top tier genre to read! ☆☆☆☆☆

☆ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚

My interests.

👩‍🍳👩‍🍳👩‍🍳 cOOKING!! Almost every day I cooks for myself {and my family sometimes} spicy food and a little bit of salt you name it!

Let's just say I do really loOoove listening to the music! 🎧 you might know the feeling when you jamming to the music while you on your daily activities. Yes, that's my hobby! Anw, I'm a massive listener of KHH and KRNB. A little sneak peek with my spotify wrapped, R&B, Rap, K-Pop, K-Rap, and KRNB are my top five genres all of the time! 📼 Leaving aside, my ears also fair enough to listens old music, as a rule with 50s-90s jazz, rock and classical music! So perhaps if you like it too, we can talk mooore about that! Trust me, I like to talk about music! {wink_wink}

I do really LOVE talking or whatever about fashion, especially with grunge fashion. As a young soul who trapped to chase over dream and academic in college. I always thinking about my appearance to look more fabolous. So mind me if one day I like to post about {not so} my #.ootd :D

Reading, writing and being clown in my cyberspace are my side jobs as a college students. Seeking a little serenity for my feels when in my hectic schedule life lowkey hard tho. Not really maniac of bookaholic, I just read and write some light on romantics, poetry parade, comedy-drama, and a taste of hardly action. Sometimes I write what inside my head and my thought. So, mind me if that's kinda weird things.

What else... what about movie? I actually not that fan with that. But, if that comes with action genre, I can even make a list about the movie that I likes, and almost all movie that I likes are have a kind of actions!

Lately, I've been in intrested with playing a game PC! 🎮🎮 Counter Strike, Call Of Duty, GTA, The Sims, Point Blank, Tekken are the most played game in my PC. AnnNdddDddDD last but not least ‼️👊 I also a new learner with a electric guitar. Not so long ago, I bought my first and ever my electric guitar! But, I'm still a new learner and still noob, so please mind me and remembee that! :D

Well congrats, you already in last page! {clapping} so here, I hereby you to take a look for a while at the {not that quite of fetching} my autograph and all my linked account.

𝐂𝐨 — 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫: @𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞.

[thotsforvillainrights]

I want to be buddy buddy with Deidoro so bad and I can only account this to two reasons: despite the fact I hate alcohol I think drunks are fun company and I love volunteering to be the sober party with anyone but also thanks to some factors I know while under the influence of things that would make a normal person dizzy, sick or off balance I have a knack for walking in a straight line and if I really push it or practice I can appear well balanced no matter what and appearing relatively level headed if silly so if it's no trouble can i get some headcanons to Deidoro being work partnered up with someone who wants to be his friend and can stand to be in his presence especially with his quirk in mind bonus points if it can end in a snippet of him getting a crush

(I wish I had the same opinion on intoxicated people but as per awful experiences my whole life I won’t go into detail/or trauma dump on ya’ll here. I will say that some drunk people are kinda funny to interact with. Luckily I headcanon him as being somewhat tolerable if you haver a sense of humor. Very annoying to some of the other precepts but it’s to be expected lol)

~New Member~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up  

-I can’t see this being rougher on anyone than Nemoto. This is considering that you were placed on the team with him and Deidoro. Since then it’s been like babysitting for him. Sometimes you were able to help keep Deidoro in line but other times you were only caught egging on his behavior. When you first arrived you seemed to meld into the small team pretty well. You took Deidoro’s jokes and put your own out in place of them. After a while, Nemoto stopped feeling the need to apologize on the drunkards behalf. The two of you got along more and more until you’d nearly become inseparable. It was hard to walk around the base and see one without the other. 

-Whenever there was a large get-together at the end of the month to celebrate a successful month within the Hassaikai, you usually remained sober so as to play the part of the designated driver and/or baby sitter for Deidoro of all people. Lucky for Nemoto he was able to take a break with you being there...even if you were the one causing him to make annoying shrill laugh of his. After a few more minutes to an hour, he was feeling really good. He was definitely sloshed and with his quirk he had a few of the others feeling the very same as well. However, you were nearly immune to everything which is why you were the only one who could drive him home. 

-Sooner than later you began sticking around more often after taking him home. He wasn’t complaining of course. You seemed to be slowly wiggling your way into his life when eventually he started wanting you there more instead of less. Then everything he liked to do in his lonesome became something he preferred doing with you instead. The two of you spent more time outside of work together. At some point you stopped visiting each other and you were basically at Deidoro’s house nearly everyday of the week. He even cleared out a special drawer for you to put all your items into at his house.

-He’d pretty much fallen for you by then end of the year but hadn’t really gathered the courage to ask you out on a date just yet. Oh well, perhaps he would find the time later tonight when the two of you clocked out of work together? Yeah...that sounds like a good idea.

#Headcanon #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #sakaki deidoro #shie hassaikai #yakuza #eight bullets #Eight Precepts of Death #eight expendables #eightfold cleansers

[icharchivist]

how many more 4kishi events its gonna take for lamorak to come home? what do you think?

ouuuh good question good question.

I think it'll depend only on if Gawain will be there or not to body him and basically kidnapping him back to his senses. In Gawain i trust. Lamorak's brothers are too lenient toward him, they'd see Lamorak escape again and they'd just smile like "ahah that's so Lamorak :)". While Gawain would just go "the fuck you're letting him go" before throwing his axe at the hybrid Lamorak is flying on in order to drag him back home. I see it in my mind.

*coughs* sorry i got carried by the high of "Gawain is a disaster when Lamorak is concerned", now, the more realistic answer.

Lamorak still wants to help out Merlin if only to save him from his own folly. I feel like Lamorak will not be distracted from his goal by now, especially after he almost took Aglovale's offer to come back and ended up not doing so because he has Dindrane to protect as well now.

It's really just "unless people get really cool about a brunch of things (helping war criminals) really soon-"

So i feel like we'll need to advance more into the Merlin plotline for Lamorak to eventually turn to his family again.

I feel like next kishi event might be either Siegfried or Vane centric, if only because i believe their Grands are in preparation and a kishi event will be the best opportunity to drop that (like they did for Percival).

The two directions it could take, is either

1) a Siegfried story coming more to term with Fafnir's presence in Feendrache, recontextualizing the lore around Fafnir like the lore around Sylph got back in focus, while also probably giving a resolution/upgrade on Siegfried's "poisoned by his dragon blood" plotline. Could also be an opportunity to learn more about the fairies we've heard have awaken in Lancelot's Grand FE. This could also work more into establishing the past sins of Feendrache and perhaps even more of an understanding of how the betrayal of Merlin's country went on. An opportunity to establish more of his past as well (though it could be redundant with SIEGFRIED so i wonder if it would be the direction)

2) a Vane story perhaps setting more as the outcome of Strength to Wield. More researches on Excalibur and the Sheath, more establishing of Vane's place in all of this and why he would be essential to ground the people around him when everything is going to come crashing down.

(because i could imagine that once everyone learn about Merlin's motivation Lancelot and Siegfried might temporary be shocked (but they prepared themselves for that in Grandcelot's FE), but i genuinely fear for Arthur and Mordred's mental health and i could totally imagine them getting into a rift by behaving really differently due to the reveal of what happened. As such, Vane would be the best to ground them back in reality.)

THEREFORE I'm like strongly believing next event either won't have Lamorak in it, or if it does, it'd be in a secondary plot where he's trying to get back into Merlin's graces.

a lot of people have been talking about a possibility of a 10th anni event being a Kishi one, where everything have been built up to this, the same way HSM was for the Society saga. Personally i admit i'm not too hot with that idea bc i feel like a 10th anni should further the overall lore of the game, but if theories about it are possible, i think the resolution of Merlin's arc could come here.

If we assume the anni events are not to take into account, i could see maybe that the event next year would be the one to actually set things in motion enough for Lamorak to eventually come back in the picture. Especially if Merlin makes a move that could eventually target the kids, i could see Lamorak return to his brothers specifically so he could share the information he has about the kids's past by trying also to barging for Merlin's life.

so personally i would say i don't believe this year will be the one, but i believe next year might be.

I rambled a little bit. i'm really excited about what's going to happen next so DLKFJDLKFJDFLKJ

I just can't wait to see what granblue will do. maybe i'm totally wrong too and i would be delighted to see how granblue will surprise me.

In the meantime. so we wait.

#ichareply #anonymous #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging 4kishi

[tolkien-feels]

@cuarthol made the mistake of encouraging me to share my headcanons about Beor and Orodreth so here they are. Some of them.

While of course Orodreth has Minas Tirith to take care of, canon very much establishes that the princes of the Noldor left their kingdoms all the time to have fun (mostly hunting), so I find it plausible that Orodreth would visit Finrod often enough, especially if Finrod specifically invites him, which brings me to my next point

I like to headcanon that Finrod, who knows Beor's family so well, would want Beor to at least meet his immediate family if at all possible, and "I'm back home after a year! We should all get together to celebrate 🥰" is a convenient excuse

Finrod is a very approachable elf, but his siblings are... intense. All of them. Beor wouldn't exactly find them intimidating but he'd just not be entirely sure how to act. They don't seem to particularly want his friendship, but that seems like a cultural misunderstanding of some sort...?

Anyway, Orodreth. Orodreth, who is old enough to hold land on his own, but also young enough that he just doesn't feel like the same age as his father, uncles, aunt, and a lot of assorted Nargothrond elves. You know who else is around that age? Beor's sons

"What?" you say "No, 22 and 19 are younger than Orodreth's elvish equivalent!" Well, yes, but I headcanon that while Beorians were still traveling west, life was hard and children were considered adults very young, so Beor sees his kids as having been adults for a while now, so once you account for race and culture, the vibe Beor gets from Orodreth is "son-shaped" basically

(To be entirely honest, Beor had initially kind of assumed Finrod was younger than he is and never quite manages to get past that, ergo Finrod's younger brother's son is probably Young™️)

More importantly than any of that, Orodreth is friendly. If it's important for Finrod that his mortal friend feels welcomed into the family because Finrod had been welcomed into his family, then Orodreth will do his very best to play his part

Finrod is Finrod so he's like... Quietly taking note that they Got Along™️ and although he only understands the fleeting nature of mortality in a very theoretical way, he makes sure to invite Orodreth to Nargothrond way more often than he needs to

So basically, this ties back into my headcanon that Finrod would actually have been very close to, and protective of, Beor's sons - which I got from Tolkien's initial idea that Bregolas and Barahir were Beor's sons

In this scenario, Orodreth is to Beor what Baran and Belen are to Finrod. If ever there was a case where a mortal looked at a fully grown elf and decided "Oh, this elf is mine to look after" it'd be this one. Not in a patronizing way, though - it's not babying

Like most relationships I like, there's nothing flashy about it. They're not walking around delivering speeches about being Like Family™️, they just... Enjoy each other's presence in the years they have together, without making a fuss about it. Just. They like each other.

And this isn't quite about their relationship but - I headcanon Orodreth is actually a major source of support for Finrod once Beor's death has its devastating effect on him. Orodreth not only provides genuine sympathy due to being very upset himself, but also shows he's quite capable of helping Finrod rule Nargothrond when ruling is the last thing in the world he cares about at the moment. Because you know I can't help myself when I see foreshadowing opportunities

I'll shut up now, but just to reiterate, I have spent way too much time thinking about them

[houseofchimeras]

This blog belongs to House of Chimeras. This blog focuses on our personal experiences, especially in regards to our alterhumanity in general, therianthropy, plurality, neurodiversity, being queer, and occasionally a few aspects of our identity, experiences, and/or our interests. For a blog run by us that is more informational about these topics (especially in regards to alterhumanity and plurality), see @liongoatsnake

:: What’s Up With This Blog? ::

Throughout this journal you will see personal perspectives and opinions from the author that uses plural pronouns: we instead of I, our instead of my, and so on. Unless stated otherwise, usage of the words “we” and other plural pronouns should not be taken to mean anyone other than those here within the House of Chimeras. This is because the author of this journal is multiple and is part of a plurality.  

 Plural referring to the phenomenon of where a single body is “more than one” rather than being alone; a singlet. Being multiple means a single body contains a marked presence of more than one distinct and separate persons; a group of individuals sharing one single body together.

 Along with this multiplicity is the added complexity that each of us is nonhuman. Us being “nonhuman” is not a statement regarding our physical body. That part of us is completely human (thus why we experience species dysphoria). Instead, this nonhumanity of ours is non-physical. It is something we just feel and know on an intrinsic and innate level.

 No amount of critical thinking over the years has been able to explain away this understanding of ourselves. We know all of this is “all in our head,” but that does not take away from the stark reality we are faced with in relation to our identities and the experiences we relate to such.

   :: ABOUT US (To Make A Long Story, Short) ::

We are a large mixed-origin nonhuman multiple system that goes by House of Chimeras. Most of us are either therians or fictionkin.

 We are an adult and were born in 1989. (As of this edit [27-October-2022] we are 33).

 We received a diagnosis of DDNOS from our 1st therapist in 2010. When the DSM-5 came out our 2nd therapist reassessed us & found we did not meet all criteria for DID or OSDD with the DSM-5 (though we once did). While every mental health professional we’ve seen since then has acknowledged our plurality, we’ve never been re-diagnosed.

 Our multiplicity is caused by several factors. In brief: we believe er were born already predisposed toward multiplicity due to neurodivergence, were born with more than one soul, had trauma that directly messed with our identity development, various negative childhood events pushed us to maladaptive daydreaming which led to the creation of tulpas/thoughtforms, & an animistic predispositions leading to spirit possession/walk-in practices. It is more complex than that, but that is the basics.

 Our system consists of a wide array of nonhumans. Most of us are nonhuman animals that exist or have existed on Earth. Others are creatures of a more mythical or fictional sort. Some are fictional characters (human or nonhuman). A few of us are plants. A handful of people are nonhuman but don’t easily fit into any other category.  

 Our overall spiritual beliefs can best be described as pagan with an undercurrent of pantheism, hard polytheism, and animism. A major part of our spiritual practice is heavily inspired by historical accounts of groups like the Benandanti. Our practice is heavily focused on local nature spirits and, to an extent, aiding the nonhuman dead.

 We collectively call ourselves queer. We label our collective as transgender, nonbinary, and genderqueer. We have made several alterations to our body to appear more androgynous. Collectively our pronouns are they/them/their but individually our pronouns vary. Our collective sexuality is demiromantic (asexual to bisexual) but our individual sexualities vary.

 Our general hobbies include reading (both nonfiction and fiction), writing (essays and stories), arts related stuff (mostly drawing and crafting) participating in various outdoor activities (hiking, wild-life watching, and learning wilderness survival skills), and collecting (namely books and animal bones). We read or listen to, on average, 70 books every year.

   :: Our Website & Projects ::

The Chimeras Library - https://houseofchimeras.neocities.org/

 Our website is home to many of our completed projects. Most of which pertain to alterhumanity and plurality.

 It includes: documents that contain timelines regarding the therian community, the fictionkin community, the alterhuman community, and more; links to our past lectures; our personal essays regarding our nonhumanity and plurality, information about our system and our individual members, and much more!

   :: Our Stances ::

 This is FAR from an exhaustive list. It is merely a list of things we feel are relevant to point out regarding ourselves and anyone likely to come across our blog. This isn’t a “Do Not Interact” (DNI) so much as a laying out our stances so readers can make their own judgements on if they want to interact with or follow us.

 We do not Support / Are Against (are “Anti”) :

- gatekeeping & fakeclaiming (in the alterhumani communities, plural community, queer community, and more)

- plural exclusionists / system medicalists

- zetas/bestialists

- transmedicalists

- queerphobes (including transphobes, biphobes, and acephobes)

  We are Support / Respect (are “Pro”) :

 - all good-faith self-identification

- all systems regardless of origin (including tulpas and endogenic systems) and diagnosis status

- all good-faith self-diagnosis  

- all genders (including xenogenders)

- all transgender, nonbinary, and gender-nonconforming people regardless of if they experience gender dysphoria or plan on transitioning in any form

- queer as an identity label

#plurality #multiplicity #otherkin #alterhuman #therian #fictionkin #fictionkind #pluralgang #endo safe #mixed origin #fictherian #theriomythic #therianthropy #phytanthrope #phytanthropy

[girltomboy]

On another note, my mom texted me an entire novel on Saturday evening (after she spoke to grandma on the phone, of course) telling me how disappointed grandma is that I'm still dating my bf (??? I thought we've been over this for ages now, but apparently it's a sisyphean task getting my family to see me as an adult and respect me as one). This is coming like 3 days after my mom was bragging to me about standing up to my stepdad's ugly comments about my relationship with my bf, and telling him to stop talking about us, etc. Like, she was my ally then, but switched after talking to grandma? Really cool how my relationship with my mom is like a game of red rover now. But I can't even trust her when she pretends to be on my side. She also wrote about how grandma doesn't want me visiting her next month/potentially on Christmas (I hadn't even decided yet) since I'm an independent adult able to make my own choices, which gives them zero control over me. So they manipulate me with their presence in my life now, which doesn't really work but I fw them for trying. And I suppose I'm not welcome in my parents' home either, which again I'm not even gagging about. So I replied to her texts as politely as I could, basically shutting down any attempt of hers to emotionally manipulate me, and I mentioned that my love for my family is not conditional, unlike theirs. She hasn't replied yet, or texted me at all since then, but she did take some time to send my boyfriend ANOTHER friend request on FB (he told me she had also sent him one last week, my impression was that she must have impulsively removed him that evening after she talked to grandma and texted me, then cooled off and realized she still wants to stalk him, so she re-sent it). And last week she sent his mom a friend request, so she's really on a mission. With evil intentions, probably.

Yeah, another thing she complained about in those texts was that I had a FB account all this time, and I never told her about it or never added her (or other relatives) on it. Which is false because I did tell her I had an account but never used it, which is the actual truth. I do update it here and there, but the main purpose of it was to use it for school & college, and now that I'm done with all that I literally open Facebook every other month or less. And I only have a bunch of friends and some teachers in my list. Plus I just never wanted to add her because I know how she gets about my personal life, the whole letter I received from her on Whatsapp this weekend is proof of that.

Anyway, that's how things are going with my family currently. Well, seeing as I'm used to them going through these phases I don't feel any type of way about it, but if my mom does come around soon I'll try to tell her how I feel about her switching up on me, trying to manipulate me, especially seeing as she told me stuff that grandma did to her when she was a teen or around my age, how she literally blackmailed her into breaking up with any boyfriend that grandma didn't approve of, etc. and now she's doing the same thing to me. Like, you said you would never do that to your child/daughter, and now here you are? How am I meant to trust my own mother when she's this volatile and two-faced? Idk how she thinks she can go on like this.

Mercury in Sag was definitely conjunct my natal Pluto and square my mom's natal Pluto AND squaring our moons when she sent me those texts. In fact, I think this transit had been building up since last week when she sent my bf and his mom friend requests on FB.

#anyway i haven't told my bf abt any of it #i kinda don't want to burden him but he already knows she's not trustworthy and stuff