#x speaks

[lordsfromelsewhere]

peter capaldi being a doctor who fan for ages and then suddenly playing 3 entirely separate characters across the show like when you press print fifteen times and they come out all at once

[cigarettescandals]

Me : *puts headphones to help focus when I write*

Me : *writes three sentences*

Me :

Me : *starts jamming to the music for 5 hours*

[xnihilosays]

my favorite thing about rancher duo is that they are both pathetic little meow meows, but tango is the kitten who would trip over himself trying to attack the curtains and then start screaming and jimmy is the kitten who would somehow fall into the water bowl and then look at you sadly until you did something about it.

[bright-system]

A Reflection on 2025

(skip to the end for a poem)

2025. What. A. Year. 2025 has to have been one of our most difficult years yet. Here's a brief, whistle-stop tour of our year:

We were able to escape from a… let's say less than ideal living situation 

We started seeing our new therapist who has helped us massively to figure ourselves out and eventually get us into a relatively good bill of mental health 

K realised it wasn't a transgender woman but was non-binary, and later genderqueer

K realised that the reason it identified as genderqueer is because it's also a wolf, and wolves have been known to have a disdain for the gender binary

Our headmate count ballooned from 2 to 7

M, our assigned mental health manager, was able to step back a little from permanent crisis management mode and do some soul searching for themself

We have begun to feel creatively fulfilled for the first time ever, with a few different fiction pieces going, some poetry and a zine (and with more to come!)

Our headspace has grown from one little room to a few different and more complex locales, and it's only growing more and more

Not captured by that summary is the sheer difficulty of this all. It took us a long, painful few months to learn to be happy again, now that we've escaped our previous living situation. We're still learning, to an extent, but we have weathered the worst of the storm now.

It's also been a year for a lot of personal growth. Not just in discovering more about ourselves, about our myriad otherkin identities and new headmates, but also in our collective resilience. A hundred and one events have conspired against us this year, daring to suppress us, and yet here we are, standing strong. It's on this note that I've written our last poem for the year, to encapsulate as best I can our struggles and our triumphs.

They stood once, long ago, in a field

Whose crops were burnt and earth salted

And observed, helplessly,

The surging storm on the horizon

But between eternal deprivation

And destruction with a promise of rebirth,

Whatever that may look like,

Was there truly a choice?

They, the changeling child and its stray,

Spotted their opening, a gap in the storm

The eye visible through the twisting clouds

Finally, the opportunity for escape

It was now or never

And they chose now

Hold your breath, count to ten

Hold my hand, I am with you

The cyclone battered them

Bruised them

Broke them

The worst part of finding new hope

Is abandoning your cold, detached ambivalence to your own suffering

To be happy after so long is to be vulnerable

You must trust it is worth it

To hurt now and heal later

Broken, damaged, but not unsalvageable

Their cracks to be filled in with gold

They were whole again, but different

Not as heroic as the phoenix, born from the ashes

A chimera stumbled out of that storm

Holding onto anything they could

Two faces became seven

Greater than our sum

Someone, before, had clung to the thought

That all our pain must be shaped

Into something new, something transcendental 

Else what was it all for?

We are here, now, looking at ourselves

We stand tall, strong, and proud

I am glad to be able to look back and say

“This is it, we are what you had wanted”

Chimera, hydra, Theseus’ ship

A constellation of a thousand stars

Call us what you want

What matters is what we are

We are alive, our heart pumps its blood

We are alive, our lungs breathe the air

We are alive, our feet pound against the ground in a mad sprint

And we fucking refuse to die

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I'll leave things on that note. If you've had a rough year like us, we hope that your 2026 leaves you with fewer bruises.

[twistwhisker]

not to vague but (part of) the entire point of mapleshade is that she actually was, at least in part, responsible for her kits' deaths, yet she can't accept that she played a role in their demise so she strikes out against anyone and everyone else that was even slightly involved, and some of those she attacks were also responsible but others were only tangentially related. that's literally the entire plot of mapleshade's vengeance.

if you read her desperately bargaining with herself to absolve herself of blame for her kits' deaths and pin it on anyone and everyone else and thought "so true queen" that's a you problem.

[xxpoetryxxxxx]

Rain

A poem by me

In the rain I was walking. Deep in the forest.

Strong was the storm.

Strong were the drops falling.

I shivered in the darkness of the trees.

The forest whispered, the falling rain sang.

Cold and numb I was, but yet, I walked.

The storm was long and hard.

The world was a river of glass.

Where I went, I didn't know.

But the darkness wavered on, and the rain kept falling.

And I walked and walked.

I still don't know where I am going. Back to the hell I came from? Back to the pain of the cutting sun?

I can't feel the warmth of my mind

The world is pitched darkness

It swallows me whole

I don't know how much time I have walked

In this ocean of ice

But my legs are numb now. And my eyes are full of fog

The wind screams, as I walk with no direction

It pushes me forth and back

I don't know where I'm going

But the forest of darkness does

[starfallenx]

What's something you're guilty of doing as an artist?

For me, I tend to draw most heads angled slightly upwards, regardless of the perspective.

...I also regularly forget how chins work.

[v3553l]

on todays episode of osdd/did isn’t glamorous: one alter is singing along to na na na (by mcr) and another alter is singing the similish version of na na na at the same time and it’s making me dissociate