asphalt_halo

I go by either Soph or Zeke (or you can just refer to me as my username, idc).

I'm a minor. I'll avoid saying my exact age to keep creeps from targeting me or something because that's disgusting, but I will say I'm above the age of 13.

My birthday is May 24th.

I primarily use they/them pronouns, though any are fine (I believe my gender identity is genderfluid, though I haven't quite pieced out the right label yet).

I'm berrisexual, which for those of you who don't know, is a sexuality in which someone CAN be attracted to all genders, but feels a stronger attraction to women, female-aligned, or androgynous genders, while attraction toward male-aligned genders is far less frequent.

I love forests and nature and all that, I think they're cool and interesting and just generally aesthetically pleasing. Also mushrooms, for obvious reasons.

I have watched a LOT of shows, including (but not limited to, since I'm only listing my favourites): Star VS. the Forces of Evil, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, Adventure Time, Hilda, The Dragon Prince, Bee and Puppycat, The Amazing World of Gumball, Sweet Tooth, Arcane, Stranger Things, The Amazing Digital Circus, Murder Drones, The Gaslight District, and Yellowjackets. If you know everything, I love you. If you know some but not all, I still love you, just not as much.

My favourite colours are mossy green and a few shades of purple. My favourite colour COMBOS (since everyone always forgets about those) are said greens paired with rusty oranges, dark blues paired with dull red, and any sunset colourschemes.

I practice eclectic witchcraft, meaning I don't stick to just practicing one witch religion and incorporate bits of different ones into my craft.

My favourite book series (again, not limited to just these) are Keeper of the Lost Cities, Throne of Glass, Shadow and Bone, His Dark Materials, anything within the Riordanverse, The Raven Cycle, and yeah that's all I can think of at the moment.

Hobbies of mine include reading, writing, drawing, frolicking, and researching random topics I find mildly intriguing (which I will happily infodump on you if you ask).

Interests of mine are astrology, mycology, microbiology, anthropology, mythology, dendrology, space, the ocean, and psychology.

Some of my favourite music artists are MARINA, Cavetown, Neoni, AViVA, Melanie Martinez, Hozier, Mother Mother, Lorde, My Chemical Romance, Elio Mei, adrianne lenker, Jack Stauber, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Sleeping At Last, Bella Poarch, Fail Sake, Alex G, Radical Face, Sir Chloe, Radiohead, Rabbitology, Mitski, and Solya.

My favourite 'cores are Goblincore, Crowcore, Nostalgiacore, and Weirdcore.

I can play the clarinet, ukulele and a bit of the guitar.

My favourite webcomics are Souris, Nevermore (!!), Countdown to Countdown (MY FAVOURITE OF ALL TIME), To Be Honest, The Moth Prince, The Croaking, Eldritch Darling, Everything Deprived, Handjumper, and The D!ckheads

I find dirty jokes funny and the rest of my humour is absolutely broken (I laugh at any random stuff but also anything pertaining to dry humour)

I have two cats, my lovelies: Willow (female, grey-and-white tabby with green eyes) and Noodles (male, black cat with yellow-eyes).

So uhh, yeah guys that's me. If you want I also have a Pinterest account, ｡▽.ﾟ+ ･asphalt･ + ﾟ.▽｡, if y'all wanna look at my boards or something (though I don't know why anyone would WANT that), and an ao3 account, which is also asphalt_halo (I only have one thing posted so far which is a fic for CTC)

It's called Who Shot the Bird Boy? and is very loosely based off of the song by Rabbitology with the same name, as that is what sparked the idea for this back when it was my hyperfixation song. It's a gorgeous song btw, I heavily recommend it if you like whimsical music.

It centers around Caleb, a semi-avian being living in a world where his kind are hunted for sport and for the value of their wing feathers. While he's in the woods, he runs into the prince, Idris (thanks to some of the lovelies in the CTC discord who helped me decide on that name), and the rest of his hunting party while they're searching for winged folk. Rather than killing Caleb, Idris decides to let him go on the condition that Caleb helps them find and kill other bird people.

It's also really gay.

That's as much as I'll say for now to avoid spoiling the whole thing, but that's how the story starts.

I will be posting on ao3 once I actually finish the first chapter. There will be three versions available: One with everything that was in the original idea (smut, lots of body horror, bad stuff, etc), one that is smut-free for any asexuals or aromantics (or both!) who would rather not read that stuff (will be replaced with fluff), and one that has the smut but in which the *ahem* STUFF that will happen a bit closer to the end will not be included, for anyone who is sensitive to the topic (I won't say what the topic is unless anyone asks me about it personally to avoid triggering anyone).

I can't tell

If it's better or worse

To know that life will continue after you die.

To know that even with your absence,

Nobody will mourn forever, not truly.

After all, why would they?

Being stuck in a constant loop of sadness isn't good for anybody,

Even if that sadness is for you.

And while it could be seen as comforting

To know your death won't be the end of everything,

There's melancholy in it too.

To know that you'll eventually be forgotten,

Like all the other people in the graveyard.

And personally,

I find it cruel to place flowers above those graves,

Because while to the softhearted it could be seen as honouring them,

It's like taunting the dead with life blooming so close above them,

Just out of reach,

When they'll never get to live it again.

Sometimes I think cemeteries are gardens built for the living.

Pretty stones, trimmed grass, fresh flowers,

All arranged to make death look gentle.

As if dressing it up changes anything.

Underneath all that beauty

Are people who once had favourite songs,

Arguments they never finished,

Plans that ended before they even began.

Now they're reduced to dates and names carved into rocks

That sit above graves nobody cares to visit anymore,

While strangers walk dogs above their skeletons.

Maybe being forgotten is unavoidable.

Maybe that's what time was designed to do.

But no matter how natural death is said to be,

There's still something deeply wrong

About a world that keeps growing flowers