Reason And Love Keep Little Company Nowadays

Shout out to the trans boys who will never be called the right name.

Shout out to the trans boys who’re told they aren’t trans because they haven’t acted that way all their lives.

Shout out to the trans boys who are constantly beaten down by family.

Shout out to the trans boys who contemplate and attempt suicide because of this.

Over. Under. Over. Under. Loop. Tie. Done.

Nick Bottom looked at the basket in front of him with a broad, pleased grin.  It had turned out even better than expected. It was his largest creation yet.  In truth, it was meant to serve as a basinet for a half-fay child but no one had to know that. Anyway, he set the finished product aside and stretched, yawning as he did so.

The yawn came out as a bray and he quickly looked around making sure no one heard, but only finding one person in direct earshot.

Cactus had escaped from bossy Zinnia and whiny Amaryllis and the watchful eye of Queenie for a time. She caught a little lizard fairy the creak and sunk her many pointy teeth into its neck and feasted on its insides. Its meat was soft and slippery, not at all like its hard outsides. The dragon-fae hybrid sat on a tree branch enjoying her small meal when something rather odd hit her ears. At first she thought it must be one of the singing fairies celebrating but then she realized it was certainly not in Faerie tongue. In fact, she could not much tell what it was in. It sounded like what the Queen would call “gibberish.” Cactus rather liked “gibberish.” She made it up herself.”But she heard a few human words.

She ran her tongue over her fangs and listened more closely to the obnoxious singing for clues. She put on the mask of invisibility as the voice drew nearer. She did not want to be seen yet. Especially not in all her golden-scaled glory. Most human-folk ran from her in her dragon-fae form. Only children ever really opened their mind and this loud voice was a man’s, definitely. 

She looked down and saw him. Yes, an adult. What Zinnia would call a “doofus” she thought. She giggled and flew to the ground and shadowed him, listening to the song. If he was attentive he might hear her light footfalls but most would not. She was a predator after all. A master of stealth. She folded her leathery wings and prepared to drop her invisibility. She wanted to talk to the doofus. It would be more funny-like that way. Also, he was bound to be eaten by one of the trees or one of the hungrier or meaner fairies if she did not warn him soon. So she put up her human glamour, a woman of long black tresses and light white skin, tall, with dark eyes. The invisibility faded.

She spoke at last.

“Funny man sings funny song. But he draws attention to himself in a dangerous forest. Soon he will be eaten if he is not…careful…”

‘AAAHHHH.” 

Nick Bottom fell to the ground.  This is the first he had seen anyone in this forest since...since it happened. “Eaten?” He staggered up, brushing off his shirt. “Nonsense! I could never be eaten. I have wandered this path many many times before.”

As he spoke, he swore he felt something different around his head. A sensation which, at this point, was common. But, just the same, terribly, terribly inconvenient, unless....No, surely this woman was not one of them.  He remembered Titania’s fairies.

“And hey! I’m not funny!” He protested eyed her. “Unless that was a compliment?”

Twitch twitch went the ears.

When Nick wandered, he sang.  Often loudly.  Both in the presence of others and alone.

“Sumer is a cuminin, wunder sing, coocoo. Groweth sed and bloweth med and spring the wunder-nu.” A pause for a breath.  “Sing COOO COOOOO.” This part came out as more of a bray than anything else, but Bottom did not even flinch.  Instead, he  kept singing.

The forest, as far as he could tell, was empty.  And, like the nights that came before, this was more a disappointment than anything else.  Everywhere he sought glimpses of silver and the sound of bells but not once did he see her. His faerie queen.  His Titania.  But just the same he trekked forward.

// bully-bottom is back!!! Hooray!!! 😄

                                 I Have Had a Most Rare Vision

Indie RP for Nick Bottom from A Midsummer Night’s Dream (not affiliated with the fantastic Something Rotten).

-RPs with Everyone

-Mun and Muse are 20+

-Play-based

Nick had been wandering, singing loudly as he did so, searching for her, his Faerie Queen.  That was how it was.  In the weeks, months even, following the incident that unfolded that midsummer eve, that was how his nights played out.  The voice took the weaver by surprise and he jumped, staggering back. Was she human? He couldn't tell.  Fae? Something else? Nick Bottom strode to the sound of the voice.