#i was just practicing clouds and... well...

[v-wind]

[veilbornmoon]

𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𓆩 𓆪 an independent & highly selective portrayal of the original character 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 — an assassin raised in legacy, killing with the grace of a spring breeze and the silence of the moon. Her name is whispered like a forgotten prayer: beautiful, terrible, and inevitable.

Born in Busan to a South Korean father and an American mother — both assassins trained in rival guilds — Chunhee Selene was the child who should not have been born. Instead, she became the perfect hybrid. Her father, once known as the “River Fang,” trained her in precision and bladework, while her mother, a psychological operations specialist turned hitwoman for the U.S. government, taught her the art of disappearing — into systems, into masks, into silence. Chunhee never had a real childhood. She memorized poisons instead of poems, and practiced kill-forms before she could spell her name. But in her journals, written in a delicate mix of Hangul and cursive English, there are flowers pressed between pages and haikus about rain. She is lethal, but she is not heartless. At 22, she faked her own death in a staged betrayal to leave the family business — only to become a ghost killer operating across borders, taking contracts that serve justice rather than coin.

𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𓆩 𓆪 : blades kissed by moonlight ∘ mercy mistaken for weakness ∘ ghosts that bleed quiet ∘ daughters shaped by duty, not love ∘ red ribbons tied to broken things ∘ silence sharper than any scream.

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[stop-calling-me-jarchivist]

fun lil story, not really relevant as a statement but here goes.

so i was doing weed with two friends (avatars of the vast and spiral respectively) (not including their names but they will be V and S) with S chaperoning (S does not drink, smoke, do weed, drink tea or coffee for reasons i have never asked. we keep her around as a ward against bad trips. she thinks this is hilarious.) and then i spotted blood on the floorboards and was mildly curious about that. turns out V had dropped a kitchen knife on their foot 20 minutes ago and hadn't noticed. bc weed. V also zones out to the intergalactic when theyre high. S and I giggled for a while about it (it just went right through? how do you even fuck up that bad). but even so it was up to me, who was slowly coming down, and S to take them to a hospital.

Fun context about S. This is a woman (?) who saw the line between genius and crazy and thought "yeah i can trace that." She cannot. The line is weird and squiggly and randomly pauses for fun doodles and the odd formula, courtesy of her quantum mechanics degree. This also a woman with sensory issues that make it difficult to focus on streetlights and the like. I suggested that we drive for a while and then intentionally crash the car, since we might reach the hospital faster that way. it's not like any of us can die. S considered this for a moment before V mumbled some existential crisis inducing shit about the Milky Way being like tiny gossamer silk in the wind and we both instantly decided we did not want to be in an enclosed space with a tripped out Vast avatar. so S grabbed her walking stick and went "fuck it any time is a good time to learn how to drive". before we left we gave V an extra edible in case they come down and in their pain bring down the wrath of the falling titan upon us. and so we set off.

i cannot put into words how bad of an idea it was to let K drive. she got onto the roads (relatively empty since it was 2 am) and instantly accelerated to 120 kmph. it was a transcendant experience, for me and my stomach's contents. i just knew the seatbelt would be the only thing that would save my nose when we stopped. i got a bit bored after a while so i opened chess.com and started playing 2800 elo chess, hoping that the mental stimulation and the wind would drown out V's mumbling. i won about 4 games before a cop spotted us and S slammed the brakes. the seatbelt saved my nose. V, tall mf, was not afforded the same grace.

The cop sprinted up to S, harried and terrified and clearly inexperienced at the god forsaken psychopath that is S. Before he could say anything S went "whoa you look awful, are you doing ok?" and i guess her spiral abilities make people more emotionally vulnerable and willing to talk about their issues bc the cop actually answered. it started from "yeah work sucks" but somehow reached the cop's childhood trauma? and how his relationships are ghost- governed by his controlling mother? At some point his girlfriend Jessica came up and S was like "yeah shes supportive but your need to seek validation from your mother for every decision you make is negatively impacting her too." and then "maybe your mother thinks you're weak because you listen to her every word. family is complicated but from her perspective she likely thinks you cant even stand up to your mother, how will you face the Real World?" and "some people will cling to the version of you they have the most control over, and you don't have to remain that way." And i know S was Spiral Avatar-ing the fuck out of that poor man because she was doing NormieSpeak. generally she sounds like if a ransom note could glitch out. it was impressive tho. some real klingon-therapist speech shit. the cop left afterwards, too emotionally exhausted to remember to give her a ticket. and S sped back up to 120 kmph instantly. later i asked her how she knew Jessica and she said "yeah i gave him an imaginary gf. seemed like he needed one". which. yeah.

anyway we reached the hospital (i won 8 more games ) and had to get V wheelchaired into the waiting room. id completely forgotten about his nose so. double tap ig. we were there for 2 minutes when S started texting someone and after a while went ahead to talk to a receptionist. i dont know what they said but we got moved to the vip room and soon after people came to take V in. i did not ask at the time because i was occupied by these fancy cookies they had in the vip room. but soon after this red haired woman in scrubs stormed in and started yelling at S, which is a relateable sentiment. she was very, very obviously Flesh aligned, a surgeon (cardiothoracic i think?), and also S's girlfriend situationship ex wife ex-wife romantic partner of some sort. those two were being so sickeningly sweet i almost considered pausing my live game to install a dating app. thank goodness i didn't. acid trip nonwithstanding, i could not allow chesselo_gamelo_67 to ever think themself worthy of elo 2809.

at some point they both left, to calm down from their argument or to snog, i dont know. but then i saw it was 6 am and figured i might as well go look at the early morning sun for the first time in about 6 years. S was out there looking at something on the ground. it was a dead bird. asked me what kind of bird i thought it was, it could be a common babbler, or perhaps a thrush. i told her it was very obvious that it was a Dead Bird, Birdus deadus .Me. S did not appreciate this. S hit me with her walking stick. repeatedly. it hurt.

in hindsight, maybe the reason S drove so fast was not "deep and tender concern for our beloved friend V" and more "S really wanted to see her girlfriend situationship ex wife ex-wife romantic partner of some sort and figured vehicular manslaughter was worth it" . In further hindsight, according to F, under no circumstances is weed a reasonable approach to first-aid.

Further context, apparently S and F are not and have never been romantically entangled. they are just Like That, and have been for 2 years now. Quizzing them on this caused F to change the subject with suprising finesse and S to temporarily glitch out of reality after turning turning her shadow bright magenta and causing ferns to sprout from places ferns should not sprout from, realistically or ethically. Send help.

- Sincerely, E, avatar of the End.

@arscynic

This was... a pretty funny story, honestly. Refreshing from all of the horror statements about flesh and screams and the sorts. Thank you.

I'm glad your friends are okay. I suppose weed can sometimes be medicinal, but... not if you cause them to see the eye of god.

(Storytime in tags.)

[7fff00]

you absolutely never have to hand it to transphobes or transmeds even a little bit; but having said that, there is something unsatisfying (To Me, Wrt My Own Understanding of Myself & Only My Self) abt the various nebulous overlapping ink-clouds of unanchored meaning that remain once you abandon the bioessentialist binary

to be clear, it’s not as though the trad model was any more satisfying, even were i capable of setting aside the part where it's, you know, prohibitively bigoted and out of touch with the reality of human variation and desire

but especially as a person who hasn't pursued any aspects of medical transition, and hasn't ruled them out but also hasn't definitively settled on wanting any, it's like. well. what does it even mean to ""be"" a gender at this point, right

like—some of it, i guess, has to do with yr feelings abt yr body as it is in the present, whether changed or unchanged,* comfortable or uncomfortable; some of it has to do with yr feelings abt how you might like yr body to be in the—near? far? hypothetical?—future; some of it has to do with other people's feelings abt (-> behavior towards) yr body and/or presentation, which is sub/culturally dependent (i historically got gendered differently in eg upstate NY than i did in NYC, because different places accept a different range of possibilities and assign a different range of signals to each binary box); some of it maybe has to do with yr feelings abt social roles/stereotypes, at least a little bit, but also maybe doesn't; probably i'm forgetting some other things…

i mean ultimately i guess it's enough to be like. well if my assigned gender means something social then i don't think i want it and have in fact already declined many aspects of it; if it means something ~material~ then i pretty definitely don't want it and, again, am currently continually declining many aspects of that; and if it means something else then—i don't know what that is, so i absolutely won't be accepting it, thanks

hashtag genderqueer in the sense of Resisting Categorization ig. genderqueer in the sense of Resenting The Idea That One's Body Must Necessarily Mean Something, & Not Just Function As An Arbitrarily Assigned Vehicle for Embodied Experience, Which Its Pilot May Or May Not End Up Bothering To Alter. & so on & so forth

unfortunately that isn't always massively satisfying as a place to land

because as much as anything it's like. i often am mentally like 'well i'm still basically physically/culturally/&c the very model of a modern major gender' until i like. actually move around in the world and interact with people and ~materially~ encounter all the ways my presentation, at least, has ~materially~ rejected that assignment and gets bounced off by strangers in a variety of ways that generally make it quite clear i'm not actually doing the assigned thing acceptably: but unfortunately a generally-negative reaction or ten don't exactly a positive identity make…

⸻ * it has been said—& i agree—that All Life Is Change, but. ykwim here.

[whatudottu]

Do y'all think object heads have a peculiar vision? Well I certainly do!

If DJSS is actually a supernova then assumption probably brings with it the idea they were a star, and being a star where it sends light in every direction and vision is directly correlated to light, what if that means omnidirectional vision?

[notecapn]

so. Faruzan was in Liyue at one point

[tiktaaliker]

ok I know I'm already in the process of writing an extremely long video game retelling/au where the protag is a nonhuman who gets suddenly and unwillingly put in a situation where they have to pass as A Normal Guy by the threat of harm/death while also being put into a role where they're the Only One capable of saving the world. but what if I started a DIFFERENT one too

[cloudsrust]

Mighty.. need of comfort.. ngh-

..Spider!Sozo time.