I like many many webtoons, fics, books, and video games ❤️ just a queer lil menace (any/all pronouns) Oh you like the life series/hc? You’re my friend now :3
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A bit about me:
I am fem presenting but I accept any pronouns, so use whatever you like. I am queer and demiromantic, and would prefer if you didn’t refer to anything more specific than that. I go by either Aspen or Leah and respond to both, just use whichever you prefer. I like music (like, a lot) and have a rather odd mixture of music styles i like, so if you don’t judge me I won’t judge you.
ENA SHINONOME........😔 Ena Shinonome killed me..........
(I screenshotted this bc she's just real asf.... and its hot as HELL where I am)
ok uhmm tags... (/nf): @lesboy-frostdawnn @the-rizz-to-my-ler @stuffiekid @essl-bluebell @nixierain @phoenixrosewriter @candle-ame @deskadoesstuff21 @splitter-girll @dmc-112 ; (trying to tag more of my mutuals so if u dont like being tagged lmk ^^)
Heyy
(Damn didnt realize ena was real, len just says goofy stuff)
... Depression... Yay...
(Dont ask, I was talking to a friend, either way common knoledge im depressed soo)
If I did my downloads id be my own fucking webcomic...
Anyway Tags free Also nf
@deltablythe @sweetashe @lemonteaadict @projectcolorsys
Please read this because it is EXTREMELY important me (a transgender man) and to other trans individuals.
The US Government is currently trying to pass an incredibly dangerous national law for trans youth called HR 2616.
This bill would ban all Federally funded schools from teaching about gender identity or sexual orientation, prevent teachers from using the correct pronouns and names for trans students, remove books with any trans representation in them, and even go as far as to prevent teachers from acknowledging trans identity AT ALL.
Any school that does not follow this will lose all federal funding. This bill would also require teachers to forcibly out trans students to their families, which would be fatal to any trans student with a transphobic Family or just hateful family in general. Trans people are already a group that already has some of the highest rates of being victim to suicide, domestic violence, and sexual assault.
This bill actively makes teachers put those innocent children at such a big risk. This bill has rapidly passed the house this week with support from all 209 republicans, as well as 8 democrats. But, it's still being voted on in the senate, which means there is still time to help stop this.
To help stop this, you can visit 5calls.org (look up 2616 in the search bar), one of the most top issues filed Oppose Attacks on LGBTQ+ Students. Once you put in your general location, it will pull-up contact information for your senator, and give you a script for calling them.
If you are a minor and/or do not feel comfortable doing this, PLEASE repost this on here, or any other platform you are on/can find! This needs to be heard and fought against.
As someone who is genderfluid/genderqueer and lives in America I cannot stand for this for both myself and every other trans person here. Please keep rebooting and get as many people as possible to help us out, even if you don’t live in America!
@starryeyedseraphim @bi-r-a-r-a @onealonelynumber @itsbeeugaymers @friendshapedbeing @bluetbluish and anyone else who wants to reblog! This is very important (and I don’t have a lot of people to tag so I need your help)
I'm demigirlflux(might be apagender but I want to present androgynous and I experience chest dysphoria so maybe not?), demiromantic, asexual, nebularomantic, and sapphic(haven't found my label yet but women🤤)
I use they/them/xey/xem/fae/faer/star/it, but she/her is usually okay!
@hawkflame999, @pufferishofpeace15, @randomfic, @sharktaco901, @4nt1soc1al-bl0b, @yuritadami10akayurihoshi, @merthaevelynk, @djyapyap33, @somestrangestone, @justalilgremlincreature, @iburntthenoodles, @xen-isnt-here, @mcwhoremic, @tox1ctraits, @ranchersghost, and open tags! /nf
Calam is a creative writer of over eleven years and an enjoyer of food since birth. Her favorite foods are Droëwors and chicken tenders. She can be found zoning out in the middle of any room, imagining story concepts that she will never write.
take this quiz, then make yourself with this picrew based on what kind of bender you get :3
I always knew I was meant to be a waterbender XD
tagging @thestoryteller-thedreamer @the-ellia-west @elronthemage @loftwingofcrimson @deltenner @crowleys-mortalcounterpart @ilikecarousels @sunflowerrosy @thewritingautisticat + anyone else who'd like to join in! absolutely no pressure, I understand if you don't like/don't know atla.
this was fun! i almost went with a different jacket that looked like the fanfiction sweater but this one was just too cool to pass up
i get fire a lot on these tests... it's funny because i honestly vibe with the others just as much, but now that i think about it it's probably not normal to like fire as much as i do
it's pretty! let me have my fun the only person i've burned by accident is myself and that was a one off
i think i have issues
yeah okay fire is making a lot more sense the more i think about it
uhmmmmm let's see who do i think would like this
@phoenixrainsfire413 @starlitnight864 @deyna-d @genderless-spiderlily @strawbxrrypies (how you doing after the last few chapters) @peskybirdonyx uhhh that's everyone i can think of off the top of my head who does these things/would probably like this but idk
I haven't even clicked on the emoji part of the keyboard and I already know I'm cooked
👌🙏💔👆🎉
So my summer was normal at first then I got kidnapped into a Facebook mom catholic group that hates praying emojis with red sleeves, I'll get my heart broken because I devoted too much time into the Facebook cult and willingly agree to use my heart as an experiment, I go up up up but it's just a mad of nothingness and I realise death is boring so I go through 1000 trials to be resurrected just in time to confetti to pop into my face right as school starts and I realise I should've just stayed in that nothingness for a while longer
So I’ve been working on my fic quite a bit and while the first chapter is nowhere near done I’ve been working on bits and pieces of other chapters as the ideas come to me, so in case you want any big spoilers here’s a big one below the cut
Tw: death and burns
Scar was dead.
He could tell immediately from the level of pain and dizziness that even if he wasn’t already dead, he wasn’t going to make it much longer.
Oddly enough, the thought seemed to comfort him. The thought of not having to worry about anything anymore, the knowledge that there was no one to mourn him, no one to grieve his loss and carry that pain, soothed him, and he let himself drift into a state of unconsciousness that slowly eased the pain until there was nothing at all.
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Surrounding Scar was a field of sunflowers. He lifted himself up until he was standing and looked around, but that was all he saw. Endless sunflowers. He took a step forward, and then another. Was this the afterlife? If so, it was oddly pleasant. Not at all what anyone imagined it would be like. And yet, looking around some more, he noticed there was no one else around. Surely, if this was the afterlife, then everyone else who’d ever died would also be here. If anything, this place should’ve been crowded to the point he shouldn’t have been able to walk. But instead, it was lonely. Scar was alone. He tried to call out for someone, anyone, but no sound escaped his lips. How disappointing. He looked around once more, and if he could’ve let out a laugh, he would’ve. Oh, the irony of this place. Of course the one person with no friends would end up alone even after dying. He tried to scream, but of course nothing happened, and he fell down to his knees. This was what he had to deal with for the rest of eternity, wasn’t it? This was his punishment in the afterlife, to be left alone in isolation until the end of time and then beyond. He fell to the ground completely, letting his body slowly get absorbed by the flowers until he fell into nothingness.
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You only get one shot at life. Scar knew this.
And yet he couldn’t help but be a bit sad at the prospect of not being able to do anything more with his life. He had his whole future ahead of him, and who knows what it held. He could’ve formed a family, made new friends and created new memories.
He could have fallen in love, moved to a cozy little cottage in the middle of nowhere, far away from the withering and lingering threat that nowhere was safe, far away from the pressure of his tasks.
Then he paused. Wasn’t he supposed to be gone by now? Surely death didn’t last this long. Unless this was the afterlife, he should’ve been gone.
With a bit of effort, Scar tried to open his eyes to what he expected to perhaps be purgatory, or maybe hell, who knows. Some sort of afterlife, considering he hasn’t faded yet. The only telltale sign that there was something after was the fact that he had consciousness.
When he did open his eyes, what he didn’t expect to see was Grian.
He was standing about 30 feet in front of Scar, talking to himself. There were drastic hand waves, angry motions, and at one point he simply froze and keeled over as if to be sobbing.
Beyond there being Grian, there was only nothingness, an eerie void that threatened to Scar away into true darkness, and take away any afterlife there could be.
Then Scar realised there was a figure in front of Grian. He was speaking to the figure, who replied with a calm, sympathetic voice. Scar strained his ears to make out what they were saying, but it was all distorted mumbling.
He tried to lift himself up, only to realise he couldn’t. He looked down to his body, only there was no body. He had no form. There was only more darkness.
With a bit of concentration, Scar managed to get his conscience- at least, that’s what he figured he was at the moment- to float up and over to them so that he could hear what they were saying and get their attention.
Using all his focus and effort, he drifted wobbly over to them, and when he made it, he couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying. It sounded as though they were speaking another language entirely, but Scar simply couldn’t tell what it was.
He realised the hand movements by Grian were a sign language that was likely relaying the same message as the words being spoken. As the figure replied, their hands moved too, in a much smoother way, less erratic and panicked.
To describe the figure would be almost as difficult as describing how it felt to be in the state Scar was in.
They wore layers of long, wavy, cloak-like clothing, folding in and over itself like waves of water, completely hiding their form. A hood was pulled over their head, obscuring their face entirely, but there was a glow emanating from what Scar assumed was the figures eyes, and with a bit more focus, he realised their entire figure was glowing a faint purple.
There was something- no, several somethings- hovering around the figure, but Scar couldn’t quite make out what they were, only that they too emanated a faint glow, as if they were trying to replicate the figure.
They had 2 massive pairs of wings stretched partially out behind them, and even partially folded, Scar could tell just one wing would be roughly twice as long as the figure was tall.
And the figure was roughly 8 feet tall, if not taller.
It was hard to tell due to Scar’s distorted vision, but compared to Grian, the figure was huge. They held themselves with authority, as though their mere presence demanded respect, but Grian did not back down. If anything, despite their authoritative presence, they seemed to lean away from Grian in a way that made it seem as though they thought he had even more power than they.
And yet when Grian lashed forward at them in an angry motion during their conversation, which Scar had not been paying attention to while he inspected the figure, the strange things hovering around the figure shoved themselves in Grian’s face and looked down at him with the threat of power.
The strange things grew as they stared, and Scar finally realised what they were- eyes. Large, separate glowing eyes that looked like they were made of pure magic, which scar suspected they might be. Grian flinched back, but did not stop speaking in a tone that shouted anger. Scar could tell that much even without knowing what was being said.
When there was finally a pause in the conversation, Scar carefully floated a bit closer, to see if Grian might notice him, but he didn’t.
Rather, the figure noticed him, and Scar did not think that was a good thing.
The figure said something to Grian, who turned and looked in Scar’s direction, but judging from his face, could not see him. He turned back and said something back to the figure, his hand movements as hesitant as his voice, and the figure simply shook their head in a display of what scar realised was sadness.
Then, without warning, they lifted their hood and stared directly at Scar, their features so incomprehensible that the only thing he could process was their eyes. Terrifying, glowing eyes that radiated power and raw magic energy so strongly that Scar could feel himself fading from the force.
They stepped toward him and seemed to cup him in their hands, before making a strange symbol around him and snapping their fingers.
Scar turned towards Grian, who’s eyes widened in recognition as he saw scar for the first time, right before he vanished in a flash of pure, blinding white light.
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When Scar finally came to, all he saw was bright light with shadowy figures above him. The sight of anything at all was enough to make him dizzy, and on top of that he was in pain. Subconsciously he knew he was in an in-between state, not quite alive but not yet dead, not fully awake but not asleep either, and he fell back into uncomfortable unconsciousness as his mind faded into darkness once more.
When he awoke again, it was dark this time. He could vaguely hear whispers and the sound of the nighttime forest, but his eyes refused to open like they did when he last awoke. He let out a small grunt as he tried to adjust or do anything with his body, but it refused to cooperate, and the whispering stopped. He was aware of one specific voice, one he felt he should be able to make out, to but a name to, but his muddled conscience couldn’t quite process it. The effort of trying to do anything was enough to exhaust him once more, and yet again he faded into darkness.
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“-ar. Scar.” A voice nagged, bringing Scar back once more into semi-consciousness. This time, he felt something different, a sort of buzzing sensation in his mind that spread down into his chest and left a sort of tingling in its wake, slowly creeping down his arms and legs until suddenly he was awake.
He opened his eyes and jerked up, the movement causing him pain, but he didn’t care. He looked around almost hungrily, as if his very existence relied on him soaking up his surroundings. He was in the Southlands, sitting on a table, Mumbo standing next to him with a concerned look on his face.
“Oh! You’re awake!” He jumped when Scar sat up, his eyes wide in surprise. “I suppose I should go tell the others. Welcome back to the real world, buddy.” As he turned his back, Scar reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Wait,” he croaked, his throat sore from the effort of using his voice, which he imagined hadn’t been used for a while. “What-“ he coughed, “what happened?” His entire body was sore and hot, and he felt like he was actively being burned alive. He looked down at himself, not releasing his grin on Mumbo’s arm, to see he was covered in blisters and bandages from head to toe, his only form of coverage a pair of burned, tattered shorts that he only vaguely remembered wearing before… before he-
“I- don’t really know how to explain it…” Mumbo stuttered. “Let me go get the others and I think one of them will have a better job explaining it to you.” He pulled his arm from Scar’s grip and walked off, and Scar was alone.
He lightly touched one of the bandages on his face only to pull back immediately when it flared in pain. He heard voices and turned his head to the side to see Grian and Martyn rushing towards him, Jimmy and Mumbo following shortly behind. Impulse was nowhere to be seen.
