IMAGE ID. 3 rectangular flags. The first flag has stripes angled in 45°. The stripes are, in order: light pastel yellow, light turquoise, dull blue, purple, hotpink, purple, dull blue, light turquoise, light pastel yellow. Theres a round in the middle with a person thats hotpink and light pastel yellow. The second flag is the same but the stripes are horizontal. The last flag is also the same but has no symbols. END OF ID.
୨୧ • aocab / assigned OC at birth
︵︵︵︵︵︵★ ꒱ explanations :
a neoagab for those who were assigned original character at birth!
PT. aocab / assigned OC at birth. explanations. a neoagab for those who were assigned original character at birth! END OF PT.
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Nimonakin | Nimonastel
A flag for those who kin Nimona from either the book or the movie!
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A constel term for those who stel Nimona from either the book or the movie!
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Apricot wings
Back when I was still figuring myself out, I felt pressured to find something. I felt as if I needed to figure it out so suddenly. I felt weird, and uncomfortable. And although I felt close to my skunk and weasel brethren, they didn’t not feel right to me. I couldn’t understand them, and my body couldn’t connect. But my body always felt connected to the supernatural. The skinwalker parts of me would creep out, warming my skin and deforming my mind, allowing me to feel me.
And when I thought I was fictokin, it felt true. I could feel like my characters. But at the same time, it wasn’t anything I was. My body didn’t feel okay. I felt like my characters, I felt like fictional characters, but my body felt otherworldly and old, like time itself. My body felt enclosed with my clothing, my shoulders aching from nothing as if being squeezed tighter just by a loose shirt. I feel wings and loose eyes, but I didn’t feel like any of my characters. I said I was, but at the same time, I didn’t feel like it or like saying it was a fictokin shift. Not at all.
I feel like a god. An angel, trapped inside of how a human should be by restrictive chains, bounded down to earth. And although I’m stuck in such a body, sometimes I feel like a male angel curling into a ball, hoping to fly again some day. As if a soul was stuck in this mushy body and wants to break free. Tear the flesh that I am stuck in, spread my tail and apricot wings, fly up to the highest heavens to stare down at all humans.
Though I’m not human-feeling, I’ve always been interested in human behavior. I want to know how they interact. I don’t get their feelings, I want to learn from them to appear human. I want to fly down to a forest, climb upon trees and dart around, laughing and cheering as my wings smack against the gentle leaves. But I fear if I do, my non-human body will be hunted down and torn apart for research. So I’ll stick up here, sitting on roofs and clouds with my apricot wings curled beside me.
Written by me
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i am a little prince
that walks among deserts
where the sun and the moon dance
but no one is around to see it.
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Cw//PTSD, panic attacks
Whenever Clockwork gets PTSD flashbacks she immediately finds Toby and they hang out until she calms down, they usually fall asleep by the time her mini panic attacks end.
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Hate seeing character analyses of myself and then feeling really embarrassed about doing something I barely remembered until now. Like.
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