Kestrel Daniel || they/them || 21+ || autistic || non-binary || white || writer, artist, musician || anarchist || no queue we die like men || i do NOT take bad things happen bingo fill requests
We’re a recently-uncovered system. We’ve dabbled in a little bit of a lot of things, currently work a full-time job, and are trying to slowly work our way back into writing and creating art.
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-don’t ask us about our system origin
-don’t ask us when fics are going to update/beg for fic updates. we’ll get there when we get there.
Headmate intros beneath cut
Kestrel [they/them]: host, would really like to go back to napping in the headspace
Daniel [he/him]: protector-persecutor, really poggers at taking care of us, really shit at emotionally connecting with anyone outside the system at all whatsoever
Genesis [she/they]: caretaker, also a teenager, where did you get all this boundless energy and enthusiasm from
The Facilitator [they/them]: records-keeper, if it sounds like we’re writing you an academic essay about ourselves it’s probably them
Hawthorne [he/him]: avenger, wants us to shave off all our hair again
Percival/Percy [he/him]: fictive, introjected from tlovm/cr c1
Virgil [he/they]: fictive, introjected from sanders sides
Elise [she/her]: little, please don’t ask to interact with her
sourcemates and doubles of our fictives are a-okay!
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
OKAY OKAY OKAY so when I realized I was going to have to write a lot of space battles, I did two things. The first was put a sticky note on my laptop that said THE ENEMY'S GATE IS DOWN (which, ugh, fuck OSC into the SUN), to remind myself that direction is both 1. important, and 2. relative, and then I watched approximately a billion hours of bait ball footage in David Attenborough documentaries, which helped me write battles in which all directions are possible.
(A bait ball, btw, is when teams of predators work together to eat small fish like anchovies, sardines, or lantern fish. Tuna, seals, sharks, dolphins, etc corral the fish into a ball at the surface, and then pick them off. Sometimes rays get involved. It's like a toothy, toothy dance. Gannets and boobies dive down from above. They can go 20m down! And then sometimes a whale comes up from the deep and swallows the whole thing. It is my favourite part of any nature documentary.)
I consistently get compliments on the clarity of my space battles and my number one trick is just to stay in close third person, as tight as I can get it. I may know all or most of what's going on, but what I'm telling you is very much just what this one person is seeing and thinking -- I'm going there, I'm shooting this guy, I'm noticing that my squadmate said or did this.
(My number two trick is that I think of a lot of the action in terms of hockey games: this character is always three steps ahead of the action, that one hangs behind ready to cover an opening, and so forth. Probably any sportsball that ranges all over a field would work: basketball, soccer, etc. The point is to differentiate out how each character relates to the battlefield, which gives me a lot more ways to be specific instead of just "he's evading their shots and shooting back".)
"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
my biggest White Collar Office Joke is when someone thanks me for doing part of my job, or says they don’t want to bother me (to do a part of my job), I tell them “it’s no problem, that’s why they pay me the Medium Bucks!” and I’ve never had that joke fail. it cracks people up every single time.
Being a calm, gentle, non-reactive person is really hard work, which is probably why many people are none of these things. Personally I think it’s worth it but sometimes one does want to just roll around on the floor wailing at the top of one’s lungs
People in my notes who think I’m repressed or dissociating: you will feel better when you learn emotions are not a binary of Not Feeling It vs Being Overwhelmed By It
the club moss I got for my terrarium is dying, despite being lovingly packed into organic soil with oven-fried leaf litter and bioactive springtails and isopods, and meanwhile in my fridge my fuck ass onions are sending out bright green shoots as happy as could be in their cold dark box of fucking nothing
A three-circle venn-diagram where the circles are "sex workers", "the furry community", and "people working in morgues". I don't know what the overlap parts are.
