#probably human

cigarette daydreams (cage the elephant): staring at the ceiling, legs dangling off a rooftop, music playing faintly in the background, anxiety attacks in bathroom stalls, hearing laughter in the distance, skateboarding down a street while the sun is setting, constantly refreshing social media

is there somewhere (halsey): neon lights, watching movies in a dark room, jealousy, intense waves of loneliness at 3am, romanticising bad boys, laughing after crying, making spotify playlists as a form of escapism, piercings, fear of abandonment, pushing friends away

line without a hook (ricky montgomery): postcards from all over the world, arms swinging while holding hands, lopsided glasses, handwritten letters, highlighting quotes in books, memoirs in wallets, loud laughter, brown eyes turning golden in the sun, playing hide-and-seek as adults

meteor shower (cavetown): fingers touching, staring at the night sky, whispered conversations while everyone else is asleep, catching the bus home while the sky changes colours, finding shapes in clouds, the sound of windchimes, lying in soft grass, eye contact, sharing secrets

runaway (ziggy alberts): watching clouds move across the sky, the sound of the ocean when everything else is quiet, cuffed jeans, making eye contact with someone beautiful and thinking about it for the rest of the day, coffee, lazy afternoons, beaded anklets, bikini tan lines

human (the killers): standing on the edge of a cliff, confronting fears, sudden waves of nostalgia, looking through old photos, lack of motivation, wanting to cry for no reason, staring out the car window on the drive home, tangled headphones, being the only person on public transport, ticket stubs

I stared at the computer screen, my eyes filled with Tumblr blue, deep in really deep thought. 

“Hey Maine.” said Patty as she passed by the couch, carrying a red belly dancer outfit and a stormtrooper uniform, “What’s up?”

I rolled over onto my back and sighed. “Been trying to figure out my fanwalker.” I explained, “I want to write stories with him in them.” 

Spread out on the floor near the couch were all of my Magic decks, from my favorite Blue/White time-themed deck to my new artifact factory deck. “Why not your time deck?” she asked, “You use it all the time, get it?” 

“Very funny.” I laughed sarcastically, “But that’s not what I’m having trouble with. What race should he be? What about his home plane?”

“I dunno, maybe you should ask everyone for advice.” Patty deadpanned, growing bored of the conversation and leaving for our room. 

I thought about what she said for a moment. Advice, eh? 

I started my journey where I was; on the internet. I scoured the internet for info on different, obscure planes. Then I looked into the philosophies of Blue and White in the color wheel. Afterward, I read through a popular fancomic with a little red-headed goblin and a very blue merfolk. 

“Weren’t you suppose to be out asking people for advice?” Patty asked, standing in the kitchen with a bag of burgers.

I shot up from my screen and quickly looked around, confused. I could hear the evening traffic outside, the cold white light of night shining through the window. “What year is it?!” I screamed. 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Patty said as she divided the bag of burgers into two plles. “Just make a sideblog for that character and do what you usually do.”

Now, normally I’d just follow that advice. But my writing usually features characters from other blogs to fill the world in a realistic manner, plus it’s always fun to involve others. How was I going to do that in Magic?

“You worry too much.” Patty continued, handing me a plate of burgers. “Just write, maybe create a few extra characters, and other fanwalkers might start popping up.”