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@oathofmeaning
Tick Tock is a Xelif (catboy alien species made by my fiance) who's always down on his luck. In debt, loansharks always on his tail, he took a job for a Chryl (alien species of mine) company, only to find himself deep in years-old drama centered on him, because he looks just like his boss' ex-lover.
A more detailed bio (and perhaps later, a short story about him) can be found on my ko-fi.
Clan Makaya Seers
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Makaya is one of six Great Clans of Kisikoki, economic-judicial-kinship systems. They are the Clan of Paws. Their Kemono (a non-agent living being or the things symbolizing them) are Black bears, wolves, foxes, dogs, wolverines, pine martens, weasels, and all else pawed, in addition to any "pawed" vehicles, like tanks, automobiles, anything with soft wheels. They are a democracy with some mythic oaths that constrain their government and lay out their conduct, one such oath being the
Oath of Paws:
All people are entitled to medical care free of charge
All Makaya are entitled to free association and free speech.
All Makaya are entitled to declare war between individuals
All Makaya are entitled to food, water, and economic mobility.
You can read more about them on my ko-fi for $5
All of this to say, my current operational goals are to get that bag (to fulfill the basic needs) so that I can one day focus on myself and my greater chosen purpose (meaning)
I've spent years trying to become someone I am not, trying to maintain an illusion of peace with others that did not exist, and over the past two years or so it has begun to unravel. Where once I had a close relationship with my grandparents, it was exposed to me that they did not care for me, but for the money I brought them by being the son of two people who received social security benefits, and as such, did I. Where once I thought I was outside of the tangle of decolonial movements, the relational web of activism, culture, politics, crime, and religion, it was revealed to me that I was not. Where once I thought that this world could be fair, it was revealed to me that it can not. Fairness is a metric for those whose lives do not depend on the whims of a faceless organization, a metric for those who work to maintain their life, not build one, a metric for those who live for enjoyment, not struggle to survive. I can not afford to "become" anything, that is now clear.
When I was 13 years old, I decided to kill myself. I tried several times and failed. I was in therapy before I decided to do this, and I lied, misguided, or misinterpreted my own inner states to keep myself free. Agency, you see, is very important to me, beyond my own rationality. Because I could not bring myself to pull the trigger, cut deep enough, whathaveyou, I began to throw myself into danger. I started fights for no reason, fucked people's girlfriends to instigate on occasion, went for "ride-alongs" that I knew were just going to be drug-deals and dead-drops, and very often was put into true life-or-death situations. After 3 years of trying, I threw myself into the woods for what I believed would be the last time. Where fire nor steel nor rope could kill me, that which has taken the lives of most anishinaabe would - the land itself. I spent three days in the bitter cold of march out there, warmed by fire and unfed, drinking what water I brought for the first two days. By the end, I was delirious, and I saw a great being. The same great being that I saw during my fasting at the onset of puberty, the same great being I see in any time of danger. Whether it's real or not doesn't matter, for in that moment, he did not comfort me, did not scold me, did not attempt to change my heart or my mind nor save me, instead, he asked a question:
If you could choose what to live for, what would it be?
I chose meaning.
Fancy Shawl through the decades
writing is the most insane hobby it's like,
is it easy? no
is it fast? also no
but is it fun? well,
why is basically everyone in the world normal except your family who are always like guaranteed to generate as the most level 1000 crazy people in the world
Crazy to see how many guys online hate women and blame them when their problems extend from being unfuckable losers
I love death note if you have never seen death note you should watch it immediately tbqh
Even if you have seen it you should watch it again
its probably a good thing that it exists but sometimes the inherent distrust of new ideas that every human exhibits really bothers me
with everything going on I think we've earned indoor smoking again
whatever happens the rest of my life at least i will never again be 15 years old out at dinner with my family trying to talk my internet friend who i fully believe my parents will kill me if they find out about out of killing themselves while my parents keep asking me what im on my phone for
hey so like whats going on ?
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