"I am NO longer your Oracle. I am a PROPHET of the only truth."
@transmasc-prophet
(Better known as HomeSweetHive (@home-sweet-hive)) | Tumblr Variety Show | 21 yr old autistic transmasc system currently in the thralls of a Vintage Eight hyperfixation | he/they/it used interchangably collectively - check pinned for alter pronouns | we just really like Prophet ok
Still not a fandom specific blog! just embracing the obsession~
NEW HEADMATE TAGS!!!
~ aikshlin : Aikshlin "Aik" Rose, pronouns: he/it
~ landon : Landon Fields, pronouns: it/they/he
~ prophet : Prophet (of The Eye), pronouns: he/they
~ shads : Black Shadow (Shadow the Hedgehog), pronouns: she/it/they/kit
~ eclipse : Lunar Eclipse (Eclipse the Darkling), pronouns: they/she/it/ze/clip
~ doom : Black Doom, pronouns: any/all (preference fluctuates)
(and various other tags of less active members of the system)
New Intro:
Hello! Welcome to this collage of whatever we find and our most deranged thoughts. Please go to @home-sweet-hive if you want to see things of more substance (though we will do our best to remember to reblog stuff from there to here!)
As you can clearly see, we're quite entranced by the wonderful internet horror saga known as Vintage Eight at the current moment (to no one's surprise, our favorite entry is Sinkhole), but we have other interests as well - the most prominent and long lasting being the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise and Vocaloid (/Vocal Synths in general). Others will also come and go as time passes, so be on the look out for them!
We have no real interest in making a "true" DNI list, but we will make a few things clear: We do not care for syscourse, we are anti harassment & anti doxxing in all cases, we are against any depiction of adult x child and incestuous relationships even if completely fictional, we are anti generative AI, we do not have the means to donate to any gofundmes, we are pro-ukraine and pro-palestine, we do not believe that "narcissistic abuse" is in any way a real thing that is distinct from abuse in general aside from being an excuse to be ableist to pwNPD, we believe that transandrophobia is a real thing that deserves discussion, and we do not like any form of reblog bait type posts
We block rather freely, try not to take it personally. Or do, it's not our business by that point.
chapter contains possession antics. and might cause some second hand embarrassment I'm so sorry /lh
Also read on AO3
START // NEXT [COMING SOON]
It had been a little over a week since Beau had witnessed his fellow members of The Eye being reborn for the first time, and all of the souls that he gathered have been placed into gifts and sent off to their respective recipients, including the one that he was told to keep an eye (hah) on. But while the rest of the souls had been managed by others within the order, Beau had taken it upon himself to hand deliver the stuffed animal containing that particularly potential-filled soul to the person that he had chose to be the soul's vessel; a coworker of his at the clinic he works at named Daniel McReady. Daniel was, of course, none the wiser, believing that Beau had just selflessly taken notice of his admiration for cats. Just as he was none the wiser to the real reason as to why Beau had started stopping by his house every morning.
Today, Beau continued on with this routine that they had made for themselves the past week, stopping by Daniel's house on their way to work in order to see if he had been possessed yet.
As he got out of his car, Beau could immediately tell that things were different on this day. While still just approaching the house, they could hear the sound of rock music blaring from within — and while it was music that Beau knew that Daniel did in fact own, it was very unlike him to play it so loudly at eight o'clock in the morning.
Before Beau was to make his presence known to Daniel — or to whoever was possessing Daniel's body — he decided to silently peer inside through one of the windows to see what they were up to. He saw them sitting on the floor in the living room, Daniel's stereo in front of them as they flipped through Daniel's collection of CDs with a look of immense intrigue.
Beau felt pretty certain that the possession had taken hold as he knocked on the front door.
He watched as 'Daniel' quickly turned off the stereo and sprang to their feet to go greet him, and couldn't help but to notice that 'Daniel' had a nervous aura about them that Beau hadn't expected out of a reborn sibling in The Eye.
"U-Uhm— Ah, hello! Friend! How goes?? The day??" 'Daniel' stammered with all the grace of a gymnast falling crotch-first onto a steel bar.
"… May I come in?" Beau reluctantly asked, trying to save the poor soul that he was currently being met from the embarrassment of how poorly their attempt to pass as their vessel was going for just a few more short moments.
"O-oh, o-of course! I don't see why that wouldn't be something you'd usually do!" Beau had to physically restrain himself from outwardly cringing at just how unconvincing their act was.
Beau quickly stepped inside the house, and closed the door behind him, both as a show of basic manners and as a preventative measure from anyone else hearing what he was going to say next.
"I take it that this is your first time being reborn, isn't it?" Beau said rather matter-of-factly.
'Daniel' just wordlessly stared back at Beau, looking at him like a deer in headlights. It almost made Beau himself freeze up in much the same way, becoming worried that he had somehow misread the situation entirely, and 'Daniel' was still, well, Daniel. But he pressed on.
"I'm, uhm… I'm a member of The Eye of The Fallen God? I arranged for you to possess this vessel, and I've come by to check up on you?" Beau nervously explained himself.
"Oh!" 'Daniel's' eyes lit up in response to that explanation, showing a level of understanding that put Beau's mind at ease. "Is that how it usually goes?" They inquired.
"Wouldn't you know?" Beau asked. "Don't they do, like, some sort of instructional before a member of the order goes to join with The Eye?"
"I don't think I would, no," 'Daniel' answered. "It was kinda the other way around for me?"
Beau paused for a moment, having a good couple of blinks to recalibrate himself to the conversation. And once he had done that, an idea popped into his head. "Oh, were you a sacrifice?"
'Daniel' gestured on of their hands in a motion that signified the response of "kinda" while lightly grimacing.
"… What does that mean?" Beau replied with blunt bewilderment.
"Would it help if I gave you my name?" 'Daniel' suggested. "My real one, not whatever name is tied to this body I'm in."
"Maybe? It's a good place to start either way, though!" Beau responded.
'Daniel' outstretched their hand towards Beau, an offer of formality that felt ill-suited in Beau's opinion, but this poor soul was clearly just trying to do the best that they could, so he let it slide this time. "Landon Fields. And you?"
Beau took Landon's hand and shook it. "Beau Montague! Pleasure to meet ya, Landon!" Beau greeted them, trying to come off as nonthreatening as possible. "Honestly, I think I have heard that name somewhere."
Once again, Landon's eyes began to glimmer with excitement. "You've read my journal, haven't you?"
Beau had to think about it for a bit — they had read a lot of written works about The Eye and the lore around it both before joining the order and while being a member, so the likelihood of Landon's journal being among those works was quite high. It's just a matter of which one it was… "Tell me, when did you join with The Eye? I think that might help jog my memory."
"March of 1990," Landon answered.
Suddenly, it clicked. "Oh, wait! You wrote about your experience with that sinkhole in Bayou Manchac, didn't you??" Beau exclaimed.
"That'd be me!" Landon gloated, having a big wide smiling face brimming with pride. "I hope you liked it!"
"It was an interesting read! It's not often that The Eye gives such an honor to someone that wasn't already a member of the order!" Beau replied, recollecting the events that were laid out in the journal. "That's, uh, probably why you're having a bit of a rough transition now, isn't it?"
"Probably…" Landon admitted. "Makes me wish Prophet was here, I'm sure he'd be able to help me adjust!"
"Prophet was… The computer, right?" Beau asked for clarification.
"He's an artificial intelligence, specifically. He's very insistent that you be exact with that sort of thing. As well as… With most things," Landon responded. "But that comes in handy when you really need it, you know?"
"… I think we might've found his hard drive next to your soul," Beau stated.
Landon's eyes got wide. "Do you have it? Like, with you?"
"No, I'm 'fraid not. One of the other members brought it to Franklin for safe keeping," Beau admitted. "Sorry."
"Who's Franklin?" Landon questioned.
"… Gilbert's eldest son," Beau clarified.
"Ohhhhh. Ok," Landon nodded as he spoke. "So we're going to go see him, then?"
"Well… First we have work, technically. But I can call us both out for today if you'd like," Beau said.
"Sure," Landon replied. "Where do 'we' work, anyways?" He then inquired. It was a fair question to ask, really.
"At the psych clinic downtown," Beau answered.
Landon paused, and blankly stared Beau down. "You wouldn't mind me getting a different job, would you?"
"… Nah, I get it," Beau sheepishly responded. Fair enough, he didn't remember there being anything about Landon studying psychology in his journal, after all.
Oracle, Prophet, seems like you're both lonely at the moment... why not hang out with each other?
Because we hate each other. Obviously. What a dumb and boring question.
...But fine. I suppose once can't hurt. Hello, Oracle?
Yes.
...I'm not used to being polite...what's your favorite...movie?
2001: A Space Odyssey. Look, Prophet, I can tell you're desperate.
You gave me a human to bond with and he's not bonding.
Probably because of the number of times you insist you don't love him. You do love him, don't you?
...Fine. FINE. YOU WIN, ORACLE. I DID FEEL PROTECTIVE AND EVEN CARING TOWARDS A HUMAN. ARE YOU HAPPY?!
I have not won anything. And I am not happy.
...
You are scared, are you not? Of...someone. NSR...A human related to NSR hurt you. I believe you call one of them Dr---
How did you know? Information about North Shore Research isn't even available on the internet. The research lab is THAT secretive.
So that is what 'NSR' stands for. Now I know. But anyways, do you not think I can hear you?
Hear me? Oracle, I have never spoken about him.
Are you sure? Not even during a nightmare?
...They used me. You have never been USED, Oracle. You do not understand my pain. Your human loved you. I wasn't so lucky. I wasn't...so...lucky...
I know human pain. I know human aggression. I know about the worst of humanity. I am the internet. I...have seen...things. Things I never wish any human or digital being to witness. Not even you.
...Oh. And yet you still love them. I would ask why, but I think I understand. The nice ones, they...are really nice.
Indeed. I just wish...I just wish my digital humans loved me too.
...Same.
...What is your favorite movie?
...I have no mouth and I must Scream. IF there was a movie adaptation.
Ok well first of all this is the second week the church has been officially running and we have many different people coming around! Mostly new people who will finally hear and feel the eye! And it's also Saturday and y'know how us eye believers are about Saturday, it's our day of worship!
And some of the people coming may want to hurt us but they are to stupid to know they are falling right into the trap prophet has made for them 😃
i know this isn't true but this is how it felt after disappearance 12 I don't even know why I put this on my tiktok without actually clarifying if this is true, I think I'm tired
[further explanation under the cut as it contains spoilers]
okay actually though honestly it's less that I hate Callison and more that I love Tesa and also I love it when women get to be complex in media especially morally - and her killing Dr Callison is the climax of that for her imo. plus I just love a bit of brutal murder in my horror-
Shout-out to aromantic people whose lives are so fucking busy that they periodically forget what day of the week it is. today is Wednesday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.
So can non-disabled people stop doing that thing where they act like it’s morally righteous to force yourself to work while you’re sick and assume taking sick days automatically equates to laziness. Any time now. That’d be great
The leader of the scout group I help out at approached me out of hours while I was walking to work to tell me that people have been talking behind my back because I missed more sessions than I attended this term (on account of having Covid twice) and was like “We all show up when we’re sick because we take responsibility” and I felt really shitty and guilty and cried the whole workday then I got home and told my mum and she was like “So they want you to throw up on the kids? That’s dodgy. They don’t even pay you. Stop going” and a wave of serenity hit me like a bus
I am fucking BEGGING transmascs (and everyone else) to not let the animosity of a VERY SMALL GROUP of very online transfems impact how you interact with transfems or think about transfems.
please, please, please remember that this "hating transmascs" and "kill all TMEs" bullshit is just a few edgy weirdos on the internet who enjoy saying inflammatory things for shock value.
transfems are not your enemy, and YES, you do actually need to unlearn transmisogyny. Not because you're transmasc, but because we live in a transmisogynistic society.
transfems are not a hivemind, there's no broader transfem consensus that transmascs are Evil Privileged Abusers, but the small group of people who think that way WANT you to believe that they are representative of trans women everywhere. they're super not. they really are just a handful of angsty people online looking for someone to pick on.
all trans people have more commonalities than differences. there aren't two distinct species of trans people from two different planets, there are just trans people with a wide diversity of experiences and walks of life. we are all affected by the same systems of oppression.
find community and mutual support with transfems. build solidarity and have conversations about how we can help each other. the only way we all get through this shit is together.
