WanderinginotherWorlds

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

What if the lesbians lived happily ever after and nobody had to die or become a cop

no you do not need to hold fictional characters "accountable". they are not real.

all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

this and that, eventually, we can be happy again

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

You're a dragon shifter and your boss has given you a new assignment - be the summoned Chosen One's partner. You're fine with this assignment as the Chosen One seems to be a naturally talented rider and even takes care of your tack at the end of each day. And you think their cheerful conversation is interesting and fun even if it is one-sided in your dragon form. But soon you realize that there's been a misunderstanding. You've always thought the Chosen One volunteered to be summoned and to fight the Demon King. And the Chosen One clearly thinks that you're just a dragon and incapable of understanding the truly vicious diatribe they unleash against your kingdom every night.

I had a baby blanket in these colors that my grandmother crocheted for me. Apparently it was a popular tricolor yarn (at least in rural USian South, I'm told) for baby blankets, back when you didn't know the baby's gender eight months in advance. Maybe I'm just weird but somehow I like how that all fits together, that before there was a trans flag the flag yet existed, as a warm embrace that said, welcome to the world, you beautiful child, whomever you may become.

the best thing you can do to a character make them averse to touch and absolutely starved for it

Hey…. Hey… Characters covered in blood, okay? You remember characters covered in blood?? You used to love characters covered in blood