Yeshans: Friendly Neighborhood Eldritch Horrors

I never get used to dogs dying. I've seen so many dogs pass away of old age. Dogs that I knew from pups, Dogs that my friends grew up with, and it's devastating every time.

Mordred. They/Them.

Having a lot of thoughts lately about Mordred as the protagonist of a story. Allow me a tangent, if you want to keep reading:

The bastard of Arthur's half-sister, Mordred serves as a knight in their uncle's court. Vicious rumors surround the court. Some say Mordred is the incestuous spawn of Arthur. Others say Mordred has ambitions to take the throne, or that Mordred is an evil sorcerer.

According to Mordred themself? They do not know their father, but they are sure it is not their uncle. The King's silence is a matter of "maintaining dignity" or so they tell. They've no want to rule the land, though it is true that they know a little magic. Nothing dark, just some simple utility spells.

For the most part, Mordred minds their own business. They do as they're told and they serve the realm loyally, enduring the jeers of their peers, dubbing them "traitor", "bastard", or worse.

Like I'm out here, doing the therapy. Doing the exercises. Reading the books. Participating in the events.

But am I being the best me I can be? Did I overstep anything? Did I talk too much? Not enough? Am I actually boring you? Am I more interesting than I think? Am I annoying?

You think I can read the room? That I can recognize tone? Subtle hints? Guess again, buckhowser! My anxiety showed me a million timelines and in all but one of them everyone hated me and thought I was annoying.

And yes I know like, everyone is different and some people might enjoy your company and others will abhor you but at the same time how am I supposed to know which one is which if you don't tell me?

Even if you hate me being around you could easily remedy the situation by simply telling me that you hate me and I will almost certainly respond with either "Understandable, sorry to bother you, I'll show myself out." Or "Cool! Me too, wanna talk about it?"

How are you supposed to accurately better yourself if you grade your own test? Are we not all capable of making mistakes!?

PLEASE TELL ME WHEN I MAKE A MISTAKE

Do they not realise that making new friends is just like catching Pokémon.

Bear with me.

You like going out to eat, right? But you hate going alone, and dating apps were designed by the devil as a way to trick people into paying money to have more sex and commit adultery.

So heres what you do: put on your best hat, and go catch a wild friend.

You want a nerdy type? Go to a nerdy store or convention.

You want a sporty type? Go to a game.

You want a normal type? Bowling alley.

You want to make mistakes so you can learn and grow as a person? Go to a bar.

Movie theaters, Galas, Cookouts, anything really.

I passed someone in the grocery store and they said sorry as they squeezed by. I tried to say "Sorry" and "It's okay" at the same time.

Found my original Yeshan art. More importantly, found the original artist I commissioned it from.