I go by Prophetic Fire. Phire for short. Queer. Ze/zir or she/her or they/them, relatively in that order; honestly though it depends on the day and my mood. I am hardly prophetic, and honestly not even that fiery lol. I'm a nerd. I don't always fit into neat categories. But none of us do, really. I am a fucking gorgeous dragon slayer. Metaphorically of course. We don't kill dragons in this house. This is what I live by: Find some new wonder every day. The core of my being is Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Star Trek, and that will always have a place on this blog. Come scream at me about Jeffrey Combs. Special shoutout to my first tumblr fandom, Deep Dish Nine. I write fanfiction. Sometimes. I'm always hoping to write more. If you'd like, you can check out my writing on AO3. Currently posting a lot of:
- my hero academia (how we feelin' about this one, folks?)
- jujutsu kaisen (how we feelin' about this one too?)
- baldur's gate threeeeeeee (3)!
- just random shit Here's my aesthetic blog! Check out my (unofficial) Dragon Prince voice acting project, Ask Viren's Ex-Wife!
Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
A watercolor painting of a swimmer encoutering some sapphic mermaids, edited slightly for tumblr. (The titty-out version is over on my bluesky at juliedillon.bsky.social )
idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.
romans: conquer a shitload of the known world, including parts of africa and the middle east
romans: institute a policy that says that conquered peoples are allowed to gain citizenship by military service, but also can’t serve in their home areas (because armed native soldiers + angry locals = revolt), thus requiring everyone who wants to be a citizen to work abroad for years of their lives, creating diversity.
racists: a single black person in an educational video about rome is unrealistic and i feel attacked.
And a lot of times legionaries settled down not far from where they served once their service was up. Some brawny Libyan kid signs on with the legions and gets stationed on the Rhine frontier. He learns to fight but also how to build roads and walls. After his service is up, he finds work as a mason, settles down with a sandy-haired German lass, and has a couple half-Libyan, half-German kids.
It ends up being a multi-generational thing when one of the kids also signs on with the legions. He gets stationed in Iberia, protecting Rome’s silver- and steel resources. He falls in love with a Celtiberian woman and has a couple quarter-Libyan, quarter-German, quarter-Celtic, quarter-Iberian kids.
Libyan kid’s grandson keeps the family tradition going by also signing up for the legions. He gets assigned to the Parthian frontier and after retirement settles down with a Syrian woman to raise a bunch of eighth-Libyan, eighth-German, eighth-Celtic, eighth-Iberian, half-Syrian kids.
And this is just from the legions. This isn’t counting trade fleets and caravans, the tourist industry, the slave-trade, or migration to Rome and provincial capitols for jobs or political reasons.
Stop clutching your pearls, racists. The Roman Empire was problematic in many ways, but racism wasn’t one of them. (They did occasionally act bigoted toward people of a specific nationality, but that was about culture, not about appearances.)
A poster boy—literally—for this diversity: black Egyptian kid grows up in Thebes (where there were a lot of people of color due to Ethiopia being next door), joins the Roman army, rises to command his largely-black home legion, and is sent with them to Gaul to deal with an uprising.
Cody: I used to think I had generalized anxiety disorder, and now I've learned that I'm just good at worrying about stuff before everyone else realizes they should be worrying about that stuff too.
Rex: mm. you're a trendsetter, dude
Wolffe: always ahead of of the curve
Cody: thats the point I'm sick of being ahead of the curve! I had enough curves! How about this road goes straight for a little while so I don't have to be ahead of the fucking curve?!
From my comic series Confessions of a Small-town Priest
Father Eugene finds his quiet, closeted life thrown off balance when troublemaker Cliff starts attending church, with questionable motives. Eugene wants to bring the lost sheep back into the fold, even if he risks losing himself to temptation. But could the reward be worth the cost?
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Part 1 pdf also available on Itchio
Happy Pride all the queers in my phone. But an extra happy pride to all the bisexuals in straight passing relationships. To the trans people still living in the closet for their safety. To the nonbinary people getting misgendered. To the ace and aro people who sometimes feel like Pride isn’t for them. To the BIPOC people who face discrimination in the queer community. To everyone who feels like they aren’t queer enough.