So Theres A Plague. Theres Cowboys. Theres Hidebehinds And Cactus Cats. Theres Plague Doctors. Quarantined

So there’s a plague. There’s cowboys. There’s hidebehinds and cactus cats. There’s plague doctors. Quarantined towns and cities with walls. It costs so much money to keep a doc in town that it leaves most towns unable to afford other decent things. But there needs to somehow be minotaurs. And I am not sure how to do it....

I had a decent wip going. And now I have the NEED to give the main character a minotaur child. And I…I do not know how to make this work. But she must have this child. I love him and he shall exist.

A Blackbonnet Poem

In another life,

We would never have met.

I, Edward Teach,

Born on a beach,

Would have stayed

Untouched

By Stede Bonnet

I wonder

Would it have been better?

My head says no

My heart says yes

And then they trade opinions

In this life we have met

I have touched my foot to yours

Your hand has held the weight of my head

Our lips have met in long overdue

Confession

I wear fine things well, you told me

And forgave me for my backstabbing plans

We had fun together, you and I

Co-captains, such a rarity, but it worked

With you

I loved you

I love you

And you

Left

Did I really make you happy?

In yet another life,

I’d have killed you on sight

With no need to keep you alive.

Or I would have done it when I should have

A jab through the right,

Hitting all the important bits.

I would never have taught you otherwise.

Or a knife between the ribs to make it quick,

If I still had waited too long.

But I would have killed you

In this other life

Stede Bonnet would have laid dead at my feet

And I could have felt nothing

God, to feel nothing.

I do not like the Blackbeard of that life

He is more Kraken than Edward,

More beast than man,

More legend than reality.

But he would never have been hurt by you

Fallen for you

Crumbled for you.

To think a gentleman, the Gentleman Pirate,

Could damage me so badly

It was an honor to be damaged by you

To be swallowed

Whole

By happiness.

I will become the Kraken

If only to protect myself

Protect the heart I wish I didn’t have.

I will be him

Because he

has never

loved you

And lost you

And lost

Its hilarious to me that I have followers who aren't even slightly interested in the occult but hang around just to watch the ouroboros train wreck of insane shit that happens on this blog

Guys I have spoken to teens on this website and it never occurred to me before but

How are the kids finding us these days

Y’all seeing the memes and posts on other platforms and just following over? Are we “cool” again? I’ve only been back since mobile was a feasible option but I find this fascinating from an anthropological perspective

I’ve got a decade on most of my cousins and I doubt any of them have even heard of tumblr but they’re hitting 20s now so have we looped back around?

Guys is tumblr retro????

Please do not tell me your actual age just give me the vibes

I have been writing stories since I was eight. I was trying to write a novel by the time I was in fifth grade. It is an integral part of my being and life. I can’t imagine giving it up. While I may sometimes hate my writing, it’s sort of like if I hated my neurons firing. It is a part of how I exist, so apart of me that it cannot be separated from me without damaging me forever.

I'm curious... How would you describe your relationship with writing?

I never had people draw fanart for one of my fics or write something based on it, but I just know that that is such a high honor and show of love. I once had someone ask me if they could translate my fic in Chinese and I was like, wow, they love it enough to want to put time and effort into it to show it to more people.