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Just for clarification

We’re called Maya not Mayans. When you’re talking plural, it’s still Maya. Mayan is our language family/group.

I’m Maya. They’re Maya. The Maya calendar.

There’s roughly 30 or so different Maya ethnic groups with their own languages, traditions, clothing, culture, etc. just like the many different Pueblo Native groups in the southwest.

idk can we stop…treating a.ce disc.ourse like it’s some haha funney cringe compilation or whatever the fuck because it fucking destroyed the entire ace and aro communities. there is no solid aspec community on tumblr anymore (which was by far the biggest number of aspec ppl). exclusionists took our community and fucking smashed it to pieces and y'all treat it as this fucking stupid joke when they traumatized, gaslit, and abused an entire group of queer people back into the closet. fuck every single person who doesn’t take that seriously.

You knew she was following you again, she always did when you entered her forest. Silently she would linger just out of sight, never interacting, but always watching. You’d lost count of how long she’d been doing it now.

Normal people would have been justifiably terrified by this, especially given what was known of this forest in particular, and the creatures that roamed it. But you? you had always been just as fascinated by her, as she was by you. It seemed perfectly normal to start leaving behind small gifts for her after a while, and thankfully she seemed to enjoy them, as you soon began to come across gifts that she had left in return, happily accepting them with a smile.

Still, despite the years that had passed, you’d never pushed things further than that….Not until today at least.

Humming quietly to yourself, you laid out the large picnic blanket beside you, carefully unpacking everything inside your basket, a mix of both her favourites and your own. You could feel her curiosity as she subtly lingered closer, vaguely visible behind a tree in the very corner of your eye. 

You knew better than to try and look, focusing instead on finishing setting everything up, before you finally spoke up.

“Will you join me today?”

You called out softly, calmly settling yourself down on the picnic blanket, even as the forest seemed to grow silent in shock around you, even the breeze seeming to hold its breath for a moment. Patiently, you focused on opening the pre-made treats up, giving her time to think and decide.

A large part of you expected her to turn down your offer, something you were prepared to accept graciously. As such, it was no surprise that your heart started to pound the moment you heard the gentle rustling of her approach.

With a racing heart, you focused on the treats as she slowly sat down beside you, the scent of the forest somehow seeming so much stronger now, her body so close that you could feel her warmth. It was only once she had settled completely, that you lifted your gaze to meet hers for the first time, heart skipping a beat at the otherworldly eyes that stared back at you.

For a moment you sat there and simply took in the sight of each other, her powerful gaze slowly roaming over the features she had already come to memorise so well, seeing them up close for the first time. You’d caught faint glimpses of her out of the corner of your eyes for years now, but seeing her up close was a new experience entirely, one that only emphasised her inhuman nature all the more.

She almost appeared as though she had cloaked herself in nature itself, her long black dress slowly turning into trails of moss dotted with small wild flowers, towards the ends, bark and vines adorning her body as though they were the finest of jewels. It was her horns however, which truly caught your attention. 

Arching up high above her, they curved to mimic the twisted and gnarled branches of a dark tree, small blooms growing amongst their slightly shifting branches, where a small shimmering spider had made its home, its web perpetually dotted with small dew drops. Though the spider moved, you had the distinct feeling that it was a part of her, just as the gown that cloaked her skin was. 

You were breathless by the time that your eyes met her own again, and without hesitation, you spoke your thoughts honestly.

“You’re beautiful.”

Much to your delight, you were graced with the sight of her own flushed cheeks, flowers blooming more fruitfully in response to your flattery. To provide both of you a moment to recover from your sudden bashfulness, you held out the lovingly crafted box of treats, willing your heart to finally calm it’s rapid beats.

This picnic was going to be the death of you at this rate.

Bob

Note: HGK477, if you do not hear from me in a long time, post this guide.

I am Bob. It is my job to write guides for those who wish to explore the extraordinary. My job is dangerous but do not worry. I am Bob.

Faes have breathed life into my lungs. Humans have hardened my soul. The Lady of Darkness kissed my forehead. I am human. And I am not.

I have made deals with beings promising all sort of things. A mistake. Sometimes.

In reference to the note. Chances of me being dead: unlikely. Chances of me almost dying: very likely.

I probably need your help at this point. A rescue mission will soon commence. If you want HGK477 to come pick you up tonight and help search for me, reblog this guide. I owe you.

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