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First of all: This is not a discourse blog, and that will not change. If it looks like I'm going there, it's by accident. This is a blog mainly about living with the shit I do and being a chatterbox. Getting involved in anything beyond an honest and civil conversation would distract me from healing and being active in my community in the offline world.

If you're visiting my blog, please send me some music recommendations. Give me a bit about why you recommend any particular song or artist/band, too. Tell me about your favorites and why you enjoy what you do, in as many or as few words as you want. Language and genre are not barriers for me, I promise (it's actually part of the point). I want to explore the whole world through music. Just no hate on marginalized people, and we should be good.

Ask Me Anything about my disabilities and path of recovery. This includes Trigeminal Neuralgia, DID, and ADHD, etc. I don't mind weird questions, as long as they're in good faith. That's the one rule I have on this. Keep things in good faith. Open indefinitely.

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Welcome to the Magicat Hive, we are Legion, also known in real life as Cari. Call us whatever, we don't really mind. We're an actively recovering polyfragmented system with more issues than Marvel and DC comics combined. Feel free to ask us things or send whatever fun stuff, anon is on if you prefer that. The idea of this blog has really just been various parts of myself expressing themselves more, and being as weird as we want to be within the relative safety of an personal blog. This is going to be both silly and personal at various points. (As an example, space theme stuff is a convergence of my interests in astronomy in general, astrology as a personal tool, and Sailor Moon as inspirational media.)

This post is updated as time goes on, because I don't want to be making a new pinned post. I'd rather just edit my original. It's easier, because the changes are usually small.

Also keep in mind that I'm legally an adult in my early 30s. I will tag my stuff to the best of my ability, especially if my topic is more mature, but I'm not going to censor my experiences. And those do get extremely traumatic. Filter what you need to (foster care/hell, face pain, self harm, vent tags, (Christian) cult tags, new age bullshit, etc). And a lot of my healing has also involved sexual liberation, so I try to make sure that's properly tagged.

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Occasionally we still have moments of open mouth, insert foot. I think that's true of everyone at some point. I will always try to own up to my mistakes. Please just talk to me because otherwise I may not see it right away.

I'm historically socially awkward, but it's getting better. I didn't get a lot of very good socialization in my early childhood. A lot of my childhood was spent in very rural communities (one was literally the middle of nowhere, not even a village), as well as being generally socially isolated from my peers. So all I ask is you be polite and respect that people are not perfect. Purity culture is just toxic nonsense and I'm not going to tolerate it.

I also don't tolerate bigots. Bigotry is my main DNI. I don't believe in being a jerk to people just because they're different. You will be told to basically fuck off. I literally don't have the patience for it. This entire blog is colorful and fun because it's the only way half the shit I deal with doesn't just completely wreck me. One of the best cures for pain is having as much fun you can. If you have a problem with that or think I'm fake, you can always leave.

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If you're interested, we do have other social media. You can find us at LunarMageSilverRose on Instagram, same username on Threads. We share whatever there sporadically, kind of like a photo journal. We've also begun writing poetry again, and have started sharing it over there, which is increasing my post frequency lately. We are pretty consistently on the app because we follow a bunch of cat/animal accounts for the warm fuzzy feelings they give us, though.

We follow from @lmsr-lilitu-sephiroth Other sideblogs are exactly what they say on the tin. Am a sideblogs georg. @magicclanofcats @magicatbirdwatchers @magicatsloveallcreatures @magicatfloramode @magicatartgallery @magicatshinycollection @magicatmusiccollection @magicatfoodieworld @magicatfashionwatch @magicathauntednest @magicatadorespokemon @magicatevilious @magicatkingdomhearts @magicattarotresource @magicathordeofwritingtips @magicatartstuffdump @magicatdivineshitpostcollection @magicatdrone-unit1384 (this is not to be turned into anything but a fun roleplay; do not expect this to be a sexual thing; please read the pinned post for further details if you're curious) @leatherlaceandrope (this is my actual NSFW sideblog where I have fun with kinky adult stuff; it goes without saying that if you're under the age of eighteen, stay away; just wait until you're legally an adult I promise there are other things for you to do)

@sweetredjuices (the cannibal theme blog of cope because the thing with my face is some real extra bullshit to live with but I survived to thrive)

Small thing before we get to the actual list of parts/alters, though: United Workers is a Maryland state grassroots human rights organization based in Baltimore. These are the folks who have supported me in the last few years that allowed me to heal even more. They've helped me find the strength to make my life happier and get back on my feet. We've also launched our Right to Health campaign, the right of everyone to good health and affordable medical care. Please consider supporting us however you can.

If you want to support me directly, you can send money to me through PayPal and Cashapp. I sincerely appreciate any money sent my way.

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revizyonist

med people are so annoying "This family's 8 year old child who was about to go through a major surgery and kept crying that she was hungry so they pitied her and gave her food, she then had a heart attack in the surgery. They're so stupid 😒" girl they didn't know that could happen or why it happens. it takes so little time to explain to them that will happen instead of telling them "no food" with no explanation 10 times

revizyonist

"Before surgery, your body’s reflexes that protect your airway are relaxed by anesthesia. If there’s food or liquid in your stomach, it will near certainly come back up and go into your lungs, which can cause choking, a severe lung / heart infection or even a heart attack. That’s called aspiration, and it is life-threatening. It's hard, but it's only a single day to prevent near certain death. Not eating or drinking beforehand massively lowers the risk and helps prevent these life threatening situations under anesthesia." <- TIP: patients have brains which allows them to receive information just like you

ancelineonline

I have four kids. I’ve had one or another of them need some kind of surgical procedure that requires anesthesia four or five times over the past 15 years.

This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.

I’m not stupid. I understood that just fine. Hell, my kids would have understood that just fine. But no one bothered to tell us.

bowditch

i did know this before having kids (i have six). we have a kid that's needed multiple procedures requiring anesthesia. and every single time, i am asked multiple times if i'm sure he was not given any food or water after a certain point.

every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.

not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.

"maybe some people will get nervous and refuse surgery" okay so they need more counseling about risks and anxiety, not less information in a way that actually does endanger their child or themselves!

arctic-turtle-cassiopeia

Reblogging to save a life and teach medical professionals basic communication skills

draconym

i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer

Yesterday, for the first time in I don't know how long, I was staring at myself in the mirror and actually smiling. Well, grinning and just short of laughter. It was an extremely emotional thing while I was getting my hair ready for the shower. I have to use baking soda to clean it because of my allergies, so I was back in the laundry room at the utility sink.

And honestly, I was just making sure I got my hair thoroughly powdered. But since I was also still processing everything, I guess it was just the perfect moment for everything to hit at once. This was also all before going out to play Dungeons and Dragons with some friends.

Like, I used to really not know anyone in town. I also know more people outside of Maryland than I used to. For someone who grew up with mostly cats for friends, that's so amazing that I barely even believe I really got to this point. The feeling is something I can't really put into words.

But that time in the laundry room of me being emotional was something special, sitting between the sink and dryer. I didn't start really crying until I got in the shower, though. It felt a little stereotypical, but it was also cathartic and exactly what I needed. I can finally look at myself and feel overall happy with what I see.

I didn't know if I'd ever be able to do that. So this is amazing. I feel like I'm actually anchored in reality for once. I feel pulled together, like I finally managed to make myself whole.

And it's really weird, too. I didn't really care if it was functional/thriving multiplicity or whole fusion in the end. But it's funny, because I don't know if there's really much of a difference. Following some others, I know what they've said about the process. It's just something I guess you don't quite get until you go through it.

Right now, I'm just me. I'm not perfect, because that's impossible. And I'm happy with that. At least for me, the point is growth.

I really love this sideblog. It's been a great way to figure a lot of things out.

#dissociative identity disorder #did system #alters #fusion #mental health #recovery #healing

Oof, I'm still tired from the weekend, and it's Friday. But I did a lot. And then running around on Monday, and an appointment on Tuesday. Unfortunately, after my meeting last night, my face exploded with pain. But I think I was dealing with a delayed flare or something, since I'm currently fully processing it all.

And had a Catholic priest highly compliment my writing skills multiple times. Both my speech (my story about my face) I gave Saturday and my poetry. This guy is cool enough to come out as queer to. He wants to give me a platform to speak, too. I may not be technically Catholic, but it fills me with pride to realize how much people value what I have to say.

So very eclipse season, huh? I joined Zoom church services for the first time ever on Sunday. It was actually really cool, too. We were from different backgrounds, and so sharing that space was amazing. I haven't felt comfortable going to most churches in forever. But I was invited to join by that friend, and I don't regret it.

And I realized afterwards something I kinda already knew subconsciously the whole time. I'd rather hope and be disappointed, than never hope at all.

Being cynical all the time is exhausting. My whole life, I've been in a mental state of constantly ready to cut my losses and run. Or at least trying to. But I found both a family and a movement, and that's much more than I ever expected even four years ago, when I'd really just settled into where I live now.

I've heard that if something comes or goes in your life during the eclipse season, you should believe it. Well, I think I do.

#Rhodes 🗝️😺#weekend event #public speaking #poetry #disabled #trigeminal neuralgia #nerve pain #chronic pain #pain flare #christianity #church service #online church #eclipse season #queer christian #religious queer #religious trauma

So I finally got to see my neurologist today, and he's back from his family business outside the country. I can't put into words just how worried I've been about him with everything going on.

#Rhodes 🗝️😺#doctor appointment

eerie-discordant-archives

Apparently my last ask got eaten? Figures, I guess. Most I sent before summer apparently did.

I think I don't care about being on anon anymore when I say hi. Tired of acting shy and awkward, I guess. Emojis are fun to sign with on anon, but I like getting notifications that you answered my ask. So yup. Besides, I'm gonna be speaking publicly in just over a week and I really, really need to mentally prepare for that. I'll also be reading poetry in front of a lot of people I probably won't know very well. I don't totally know how going off anon factors in, but there it is.

Also all the pics make me blush at least a little. I think you've been helping with my trauma-fueled kneejerk reaction to blood somehow. Such a magical girl-like thing.

ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 im glad you’re not feeling so shy anymore, it’s nice seeing you pop up.

Oh shit, that’s awesome. Have you been practicing your poetry? Whenever I would get nervous I’d always record myself and watch it back. A lot. It’s awkward, but really helped me with flow.

So many amazing things in this one. Happy to help, especially with this one. I have a shit ton more bloody pics to post and with Halloween coming up, it’s gonna be a horny gorey time in the cult commune. We should be able to speedrun the steps from ‘desensitized’ to ‘sexualizing’ real quick. You’ll have a blood kink soon enough if my corruption kink has its way.

eldritch-queern-magicat

I have recorded myself some in the past for social media, which does help some. A lot of it's just learning that if I've got the mic, I'm presently entitled to everyone's attention. I'm just not quite used to being the center of attention because it used to be a bad thing a lot.

Did I ever actually say I didn't already have a blood kink? If that even got implied on accident, that was a severe mistake on my part. I was painting vampire bite marks on my neck with makeup my senior year of high school. It was fun. Vampires just make me really horny, and hungry.

The fantasy is the easy part, but it's the complicated medical trauma that has me running into a wall every fucking time. It's been something of a standoff between the two feelings. The lust, and the repulsion. I'm too interested in taboos, anyway.

One thing you should remember, I started tasting my own blood as an infant. It's strangely sweet for being so metallic. I've never been quite able to stop, so it's finding a way to be chill and hopefully in a way I can maximize the fun reasonably enough. Of course the sexy is gonna win over much of my trauma that way.

But yeah, you absolutely helped speed things along. So I don't feel so bad about my sweet scary fantasies like before. Feel free to sexualize my scars, if you want (well, you can, but not sure I'll explicitly say others can have that fun). I think it's the only way I'm actually coping with it, myself.

#Avery 🧄😺#chatter #blood #nah you can totally enjoy imagining my face half bloody because scratch scratch srcratch at the pain #ha ha ha fuck trigeminal neuralgia though it still sucks so fucking bad

So one of my closest friends finally published a book of poetry recently. And I have to share it, because I've known this was a dream of hers since shortly after we met in 2012.

https://a.co/d/2NLOBWu

She didn't ask me to share it, but it just went live last night. And I'm excited to see her start selling copies. So, you know.

#Avery 🧄😺#best friends #poetry #poetry book #new books

eldritch-queern-magicat

I only really know two songs by Akon, and both mean something really important to me. The first came on a secondhand Windows XP desktop my mom bought off someone so I had something to work on. We were in buttfuck nowhere, so the new selection of songs was fun.

That first song that was on the computer by Akon? Gunshot.

It technically didn't help my already cynical view of the world, but that's only part one of this little tale. It got a lot better, it's just that I can't really tell you about the second without making it clear why the first even matters. I was about eleven when I first started using it. Other notable songs were Iris by Goo Goo Dols, Bitch by Meredith Brooks, and Counting Bodies Like Sheep by A Perfect Circle.

The second song came to me a few years ago, actually. But it came in a very different way when it did. I was actually in a Zoom meeting for this workshop I was part of, and we were on break. This is my United Workers organization, and the people there I know personally are all really good people. Someone usually starts a song over our meeting breaks. It's also where I first heard Hello Bonjour by Michael Franti and Spearhead, which I have as part of my pinned post for all the reasons.

One day during our weeks of study, it was that second song I finally got to listen to. And that song was Freedom.

Thinking about the sheer duality of it makes me very emotional. I can't even think about it without wanting to cry most of the time. Putting exactly what it means into words that make sense is hard. I'm not so sure I really even can. But I am sure that if i played them back to back, I'd burst into tears.

eldritch-queern-magicat

I think all it really comes down to just a single word I really love: Hope.

It might just be my favorite word these days, as difficult as it may be of a concept to stick to. It's what I came home with after my first membership assembly in December of 2022.

Our mística that year was to take a river rock and write our name on one side. We had this big spiral sheet on the floor of the timeline of United Workers. So we put our rocks down when we joined, and Melissa and I had just joined in the prior few months. At the end, on Sunday, we took our rocks back and wrote a word on the other side to describe what we were taking home before sharing them in a literal circle.

Hope was my word. I wasn't the only person who wrote it down, though.

The next year, we did another rock for our mística. This time, we also wrote a word for what we were bringing with us. This came a week after I was a complete wreck over all the consequences of my face being as such. Scroll back far enough, and you can even watch my breakdown in action. So I wrote the one thing I had to give myself, which was compassion. We did the back again, and then since it was a much larger assembly, given the option of explaining or not.

So I ended up writing down the word courage, and explained that the hope I'd gained the year before had grown into it. I ended up getting involved in a complicated situation Friday at dinner, and I came back to my plate only to be thanked for taking action. That's when I heard the word I wrote down at the end.

Both rocks went on the small altar in my room, but I took the first one with me this year. Last year, we had an altar for our movement ancestors, and I'm almost sure I'm somehow related to at least one of the rednecks of the Battle of Blair Mountain. I just wrote them down on a sheet of paper a little too last minute.

This year, we brought something to represent why we joined the movement. I didn't only take the first rock, though. I also took my mom's old bifocal glasses. Mom was one of the biggest reasons I joined in the first place, of course. But the people I've met, and those in the movement we've already lost, are the reason I stayed.

They're my hope, and my freedom. I really wouldn't be where I am without them. They're the biggest part of why I was able to pull through that terrifying last week of November 2023.

#Caelum 🌹😺#reblog #mística #right to health

That first song that was on the computer by Akon? Gunshot.

One day during our weeks of study, it was that second song I finally got to listen to. And that song was Freedom.

#Caelum 🌹😺#music #akon #personal shit

Well, I'm about to cry, for both sorrow and joy. Sorrow, because I still can't access my current flash drive with so much stuff on it. My laptop stopped recognizing it (this one specifically, none of the others) on August 11. The day after I got home from my membership assembly. And I'd yet to back up anything new that wasn't already on the old drive.

But joy, as well, because all that effort that gave me over 175 pages in libre office that i thought was nearly all gone? I just found it in my user backup folder on the laptop. I managed to save an actual copy of one very queer scene that I've since expanded further, but it was the only thing still open when the flash drive goofed on me. I also still had access to some work on my Microsoft OneDrive account, so I pulled that. I also found the original flash drive with the original versions of a lot of stuff.

At this point, I'd decided this was a good opportunity to start over on some things. It's not even like I could forget the majority of the series. I've been working on it off and on for over thirteen years. I started writing up the sequence of events from the longest one I'd been working on, with enough accuracy that I probably could have written it all mostly the same if I had to. I'm just glad I don't now.

Yeah, that really happened as Mercury stationed fucking direct. At least now we're out of the post-retrograde shadow. And Saturn (my chart ruler; but was also retrograde, if in Aquarius, when I was born) is still exactly conjunct my ascendant in Aries. Feels like a fucking exam, if I'm being totally honest. But if getting all that writing back is any of indication, I think I'm doing alright.

That being said, since Saturn is currently retrograde, that still means he's gonna hit 00° Aries again later on. I don't even hate this, but come on. It's giving me some big and pretty damn heavy exam feelings, all the same.

#Quentin ☄️😺#creative writing #original fiction #computer stuff #setbacks #miracles #mercury retrograde #astrology

So I've been gone because I dived right into one of my stories, and worked on a few new ideas along the way. All for what I've been calling my sandbox series. Turns out, since I've been working on it for over a decade, it's become the one I'm most passionate about.

I got back into the one specific story on May 17, after not touching it since 2017. I was using Microsoft word back then, but libre office now, so I can actually look back and compare. I had less than nine pages back then, barely over 5,200 words. Now? I have under 104 pages (word default margins) and well over 63,500 words.

It's the middle of July, and I'd ask how the fuck I did that, but I already know it's because I haven't touched that specific story in so long. And the main theme is family, both blood relatives and found family. That probably has more than just a little bit to do with it. I'm just sitting here kinda shocked at how much I've done in two months.

But like, my characters are my darlings. I love putting them in situations. And I really love a good redemption/growth story. My characters tend to be flawed in some way or another because they're where I started actually understanding myself better.

#Terra 🫐😺#creative writing #original fiction

Hi from my local Pride festival! I bought my first flag, since the bisexual one I'm crocheting has sat unfinished for over a year.

#Avery 🧄😺#pride month #pride festival #lgbtq #happy pride 🌈#trans pride

Apparently I'm changing characters around a fair bit, both in terms of mostly family names and certain reincarnation fun. When I started out with my personal sandbox setting, I barely kept most things consistent. And a lot of ideas I had, I seem to be scrapping out of a sense of having been really clumsy with them.

I made my original goal to be both dramatic and funny. But then as time went on and I learned more about social dynamics in the real world, I decided I wanted to work at least some commentary over injustice into my work. Then I started running into the problem of how I should actually try to make this work well. It's a big reason I stopped writing my stories shortly into the pandemic. My mental health was the other primary reason.

So there's this one character that's really special to me who is now gonna to end up with the married name of Katz. Initially based on a friend in high school, she's now her own fictional entity in my mind. And dear God, writing her is so much fun since I've set her up to be a not reincarnated and yet highly knowledgeable part of the whole found family. Eventually, there's nothing in town that happens that actually surprises her.

Then there's one of my true undead characters, a guy named Roy. He's one of the character Cari's cousins, and is supposed to be a follower of Loki. For shit and giggles of course, since he's basically trying to be an agent of chaos. Can't decide where I'm totally going with that, though, because the idea of him is very slippery. I do know that if I wanted him to be a pop culture pagan, I'd have him worshipping Bugs Bunny.

I also have a character named Petunia, who is a witch. She's already so fun to write, and drives the worst parts of her family insane because of how not bigoted she tries to be. And there's so many fun ways to play into her last name, which is Janus. If you're familiar with Roman gods, you'll probably get where I'm going. I like making my characters' names meaningful in some way, even if it's simply for a good joke.

And now I've also got this new gay couple, Adam and Steve. It's pride month, I kinda couldn't resist doing that. As Steve jokes in their debut story (which is also when Petunia shows up), God made them first when making gay people. Unfortunately, I probably won't finish it before the end of the month. I'd love to, since a story that's sat untouched for years, but I'm not gonna push myself.

Actually, I have a lot of previously finished stories that I'm looking at tweaking or rewriting entirely. There's a lot of characters I still want to introduce, but if I don't fix some things, the setting will still be inconsistent. So I'm not really even sure what's gonna get finished first.

#Avery 🧄😺#original characters #original fiction #character names #ramblings

When I started writing stories after high school, it was mostly fanfiction. So inevitably, especially with my character crushes, I just made my main character use my name, Cari. It was about the easiest thing to do, despite starting in fandom spaces with the name Rose. Because, of course, my username was wanderingsilverrose (sometimes with 13 at the end, like on Quizilla something I'm still learning hard lessons from given shit I did and said). I started with Kingdom Hearts, and my biggest crush at the time was Zexion. At the end of my one completed really long fanfic, I kinda just gave them kids: the twins Jeanne and Jason.

When I transitioned to writing more original stories, I kept all the original characters I made up and stuffed them in the sandbox wherever I could find a spot. This led, later, to new original characters being created. I made up a character named Aster after I got used to the idea of being bisexual. After the fanfic I introduced her in, I put her with Cari in my original series. Aster took her place as the twins' other parent. I'm still working out some details for their hair to have always been blue, because it's something of a plot point at times.

The sandbox series, called Interlocked Lives, started in February of 2012, and I posted the first story on Valentine's Day. It was a romance between Cari and Aster. It was initially going to just be that, but I'd fallen in love with all my characters by then and found I couldn't stop. They're such a bunch, so I kept adding more weirdness. By the time I got into my great epic of a fanfic, as both Mom and Dad called it (including the epilogue, it was 130 chapters), my characters were doubling as alters. They carried all different aspects of myself.

Before covid, I started thinking about how to play with everyone's genders. I had made most of them queer somehow, and had thoughts of at least making a few of them genderfluid. It was the point I'd reached with understanding my own gender at the time, and I was getting more comfortable with it. I just never really got to it because my mental health went down the drain.

Back in 2023, I came up with the idea of writing transgender characters. I was going to take two of my second generation who I thought I could still get away with it for, even though I'd already been writing with them for a few stories. The first I decided on was Sora (trans man), already genderqueer and nonconforming. Then I picked Gwen (trans woman), one of his first close friends after moving to the main setting I write in.

Well, I finally started writing my first transgender coming out story yesterday, but not with either of them. They'll be canonized in this story, but they're not the focus. The main character for this one is, again (somehow) Cari. And it started with thinking about why this one character decided to live her/him and family, because he's a prince from the ancient civilization I made up and needed a place to live at least while he integrated into modern times. I decided that he was going to be gay, and was originally going to be mainly with a werewolf/former human named Carl. I guess my mind just started churning as I got used to being trans.

Cari's pronouns literally change in the middle of a scene, after an unexpectedly steamy moment with Drell. The gay fairy who can't stop wondering what it might be like if Cari was male. So I put together a scene where he pulls Cari somewhere private and decides to see what happens if they kiss. Turns out he triggers a second coming out, and gets the joy of playing closet key.

I'd love to finish it before pride month is over, but I'm not going to push myself too much. I am still really happy that I was able to actually start it during pride month. It feels great to sit at the computer and just write something again.

Anyway, happy Pride!🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

#Quentin ☄️😺#dissociative identity disorder #did system #alters #creative writing #fanfiction #original fiction #original characters #transgender #transgender characters #lgbtq characters #transgender stories #pride month #happy pride 🌈

kasaneteto

im getting really fucking sick of all this “it gets better!” bullshit. im going to have depression for the rest of my life. it’s not going to “””get better””” fuck you

kasaneteto

i have really great news guys, despite it all

scootsyboots

creature-wizard

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#Quentin ☄️😺#looking at myself way back then when op first posted i was several months away from spiraling into one of my worst periods of delusion #even during the early days of covid i was still better than back then in multiple ways #i crashed out hard a few times but somehow still didn't end up at the same low i hit by 2016 #and while it fits me the best as an individual part i really still mean this collectively

I'm writing again. I forgot how much I love Caelienn as a character. I absolutely adore her.

Flirting for her, apparently-> "no, you deliciously spicy one, the gods forbid you be domesticated by anyone other than me."

This is after a comment about being kept on a legal leash (because they're fucked up, but also really good at what they do, so they've managed to stay out of too much trouble).

#Terra 🫐😺#creative writing #original characters #flirting

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