#edderkopper

But why oh why would you post this here where ABO shippers can see it?

i mean i kind of think Donne would be okay with this: 

And though it in the centre sit,    Yet, when the other far doth roam,                                 It leans, and hearkens after it,    And grows erect, as that comes home.

Thank you Eddie. 

Sad but true that this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced this kind of thing, though most of the time I get misgendered, it’s usually from gay guys who see me throwing up an introduction in a dating group, ignoring the fact that I’m Bigender and therefore partly female, sometimes completely female, and choose to focus on the Bisexual thing instead, thus becoming agressive and refusing to take no for an answer when I decline their advances due to not possessing any interest in their offer. 

I think this is the first time I’ve been misgendered by a woman though. 

Like I said, it caught me completely off guard. I think part of the reason why I was caught off guard, well besides the fact that the conversation we were engaging about the morality and goodness of people who end up going to Valhala, along with me sharing the reasons why I refuse to trust much of what is said or take seriously what is said from a particular Lokean on Youtube, was the fact that this whole thing took place on a Lokean Facebook group. I guess I was suprised because I expected something like that to never happen in a Lokean space. Heh, that’s me going and making an assumption though, which I try and mostly succeed in avoidind, but it happens sometimes.

I was triggered for a bit by this whole thing but I’m doing alright. Though I’m still having trouble finding the energy to get back to work on catching up on Shufflemancy readings for the day, along with planning out tomorrow night’s session for the Dungeons and Dragons campaign I run on Friday nights. Hopefully taking a break, laying down for a bit, and listening to some music will help and give me the motivation and inspiration to get back to work and salvage something of this shitty day.

You get a TREAT!

Okay. Story time. 

(Stories have been both tricks and treats by now but who even keeps track. Believe me, this one is definitely a treat.)

It was August 2018 (yes, the timeline is going to be important. I only remember it though because I looked it up in my journal) when I had a dream. The dream was I had to go back in time and relive a part of my life when I was about 13 years old (No don’t ask me about this part I have no explanation for it either). I was still living back in my hometown, and precisely during this period of my life, I got acquainted with this guy, who owned an antiquity store like two streets down from where I lived (the store doesn’t exist in real life, only in my dream-memory, but the street does). This is not out of character for me as I’m obsessed with antiques and flea markets IRL and I would often visit them still when I have the time and means. It very likely could have happened.

The owner of this particular store was an indescribably peculiar character. He had the fashion sense of a 18th century vampire who last left his castle in the 70s and no one has told him in the meantime that that era has already ended. The framework of this dream was surprisingly realistic for the most part, so I didn’t think he was a vampire, but I did have a suspicion that something about his age just doesn’t quite add up. His hair was white as snow, even though based on the rest of his appearance he rather looked like someone who is not a day older than fifty, just maybe smoked a lot or once led a very stressful life; and he always walked with a cane which I doubted he truly needed, as he seemed extremely spry and energetic, even flexible, at all times.

Oh, and he looked like this. 

It’s hard to find one thing about him that didn’t seem odd. Most of the things he would say were bafflingly cryptic. Never did I once see him take his glasses off, nor did I ever see him coming or going anywhere - whenever we would meet in the open, he would just sorta appear in the vicinity while I wasn’t looking or at the turn of a corner. 

So he was extremely eccentric, surely, but once you gave him a chance it was hard to say anything bad about him really. I found him an endlessly amusing character with a good heart that very few cared enough to discover. If people even bothered with him, they seemed somewhat respectfully, yet suspiciously wary of him; but I thought that was because he was so obviously queer and outrageously bougie that these two things merged together in people’s minds resulting in a weird mix of disgusted shunning and envious reverence as a reaction. I was under the impression that he must be extremely loaded because he looked rich enough not to care what people think, and the whole antiques business seemed very much like a side gig. I barely even remember anyone else even walking into his dusty, stuffy shop other than myself where I would frequently hang out when I had the time, until I eventually moved out of town to go to university, after which we never met again.

That is to say, until I went back in the past for some reason. 

I did not just time travel but literally skip backwards in time, being a younger version of me in the flesh but same old me in mind. I was walking up this street (which exists in real life too) not too far from the abovementioned shop, on my way to do something that seemed way more relevant to the plot of the dream but funnily enough I don’t remember at all - when suddenly I saw him, walking down in the opposite direction (even though just a moment before I didn’t see him where I should have) and since I already had all the knowledge I didn’t have when I was 13 but I have now, the memories that my dream planted in my mind immediately flooded my brain, and as I put two and two together, I screamed out loud in the open street:

“LOKI?! WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT WAS YOU!”

He stopped dead in his tracks for a second, even a bit startled, and looked around as if he had heard the voice but not known where it came from. I ran towards him and he finally noticed, his steps gradually slowing down as we approached - and as we saw eye to eye, he slowly raised a hand, and did this:

Me: sees a thing that I think @edderkopper or @anaisnein would like and tags them

...I don't remember if your stubyblr is named smartallec but if not it should be