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Here is the obligatory pinned reference I will probably be changing from time to time :3

Please refer to me as Enigma or Lumen! I go by They/she pronouns and currently identify as Arospec

This account will be posting:

Character designs

Fanart for a multitude of fandoms

Possibly commissions, once I figure that out

Doodles and shitposts

Responses to questions

Personal headcanons for my comfort characters

Ramblings and writing

What I won’t be posting/allowing on my page:

Lewd art

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism

Self harm

This account is mainly just for fun, but also as a way to see how my art improves and get good feedback! Baby Ramsey be upon ye fellas

It’s been a couple of months since I’ve been here but I never said anything. I stayed completely silent. Not even a comment or repost.

So hello I guess

Here's my mildly controversial opinion of the year

Reading on and finding stories on ao3 is superior to every other site I've read fanfiction on

BUT

Editing and proofreading is like 10x easier to do on Wattpad and I stand by that

Last night I started thinking what if we stop using words like femme and masc and girl and boy.

What if we just said colors?

Like "femme" would be blue and "masc" would be red and neutral(nonbinary) would be yellow

And if you're fluid you can use purple

I made sure not to put pink in the mix to avoid baby shower stuff

So in my case, instead of saying I am a girl I would say that I am cerulean

I was thinking for purple-genderfuid like

And someone who is ultra manly as we would say now would instead be called crimson or scarlet or maroon or something

If someone said fuschia it would mean they're gender fluid but usually identify more as a boy. Something like violet would mean they usually identify as more of a girl.

I'm just using femme masc and girl boy as a way to explain the spectrum but the goal is that thise terms be eradicated

This will take a good deal of time though to get used to though.

I'm also concerned now with the affect it will have on art, clothing, flags, and any number or things

Like a tree is green so does that mean that tree is in between feminine and androgynous

No it's just a tree

Pr some art teacher will say 'this artist used chartreuse as a representation of themselves" which may not be the case

Chartreuse can just be a cool color

I thought this would a cool way to dismantle the way gender relates to sex because colors are on a spectrum and so is gender <3.

ANDRO

In between. In between

Feminine. Masculine

-------------Gender fluidity------------

It's kind if like a semi circle in my head but this is open to change

an open discussion

i picked up Brave New World by Aldous Huxley today for my literature class, and i was curious to hear some of yalls thoughts about the strange and honestly sort of twisted way the Lost Generation authors and artists handled the horrors of WW1, followed by the prosperity of the 20s, only to then be plunged back into turmoil and darkness for much of the 30s and 40s, and over and over this cycle repeats (especially in american history, unfortunately i cant speak much on other countries). if youve read Brave New World feel free to add any extra insight, but if not then you're still welcome to add to the discussion <:

disclaimer: this book was published in 1931, so no, it probably doesn't have a tumblr seal of approval. proceed with this understanding and we'll have ourselves a gay old time. we (as a human collective) can read old literature and criticize it and know we know better now, but we dont have to burn it or throw it away, it's still important to learn and read.

I'm likely to redraft the first chapter; however, I'm just as likely to erase it completely. I don't actually have any idea whether it's worthwhile.

A first chapter should introduce the protagonist and set the stage for the rest of the story. But the reality is that, the first chapter takes places a couple hours before the inciting incident, with chapter 2 skipping to right after.

Elijah is (initially unknowingly) saved by his mother, hence the chapter title "Goodnight Elijah."

The story involves uncovering what happened. The inciting incident is that Elijah's people (the Wilsics) have been exterminated.

We don't introduce Hayden (second trio member) until chapter 2: "that's a friend," and Xander is teased in chapter 3: "for girls."

Trio De Hearts: Dust & Ashes

Sample from: Chapter One

Story by @ayaisokay (main blog)

A trio of unlikely friends embark toward neighbouring lands, hoping to find answers about the attacks against a warrior clan native to their land. While united with differences, will they find more similarities than expected?

The following sample is being redrafted, this will soon be outdated

"I'm not gonna lose to you again!" Elijah told his cousin, rushing past Tiago as he tossed a thick ball of snow at his head. Tiago stumbled, but he wasn't beaten just yet. He had longer legs that came down hard with a loud crunch against the snow.

Elijah was much smaller still; but he wasn't above finding ways to compensate for his shortcomings.

"There's more where that came from." He warned the older boy with a ghastly grin, scooping up more snow and balling it up in his stiffening hands. He turned back and found that Tiago was already gaining on him once more.

"Try it again, you little cheat." Tiago warned him, working to close the gap. He'd have probably managed it if he wasn't being pelted the entire time. The first strike scarcely missed his knee, the second strike, to his hip, almost sent him face first into leafless trees, but the third was better. Another headshot. Tiago was left struggling for footing after tripping on a rock he'd missed while temporarily blinded. He went down, lightly enough to roll and resume running fast, though he'd still wasted enough time for Elijah to create a large gap.

Yelling and making all manner of noise, the cousins soon found themselves breaking free of the forest's trees and into a short stretch of open plains.

Almost every blade of grass had been concealed in a thick layer of snow. Luckily, the cut out path remained illustrated by horse-tracks and their prior steps.

The boys had been at the race for 12 minutes already— this was the returning and final lap. They'd undergone this race countless times, but their return was always a test of their stamina— and yet, unyielding against his depleting reserves of energy, Elijah pushed on where he would often falter. Tiago wouldn't give up either. With two winters more growth, his strides made up for lost time— he was rapidly closing the gap between himself and Elijah.

They’d traversed roughly 2.4 kilometres already— there was barely 800 metres left to run.

Committed and at their limits, the rivals quartered the remaining distance in about a minute and a half. But, they’d fallen into silence. Only the sound of faint pants and the soft thud of snow crushed underfoot escaped them. Neither dared to utter a word, as they advanced onward, adorning the path with frantic steps.

Determined as he was, Elijah could only maintain his leading position for about a minute longer.

In the short stretch of plains, Tiago was unstoppable— Elijah had no branches or roots to help slow Tiago to his pace.

He passed Elijah with a grin, making sure to tilt his head back so that his rival could see it.

Unphased, Elijah stared dead ahead. The family estate was in sight, just 200 metres ahead. His objective: the well. It was visible through the open gate. He'd make it there first, he told himself, pushing to keep going, much to his aching legs' displeasure.

He'd noticed something his opponent had not. His legs just had to hold out long enough to take the advantage. "You're forgetting to keep your eyes forward," Elijah thought to himself, with a smirk forming on his face.

In close to 30 seconds, Tiago passed the village's gate first, triumphantly pumping his fist. Anticipating victory as the well sat just 20 metres away, he began to yell and cheer. "You're gonna lose ag—" he started, only to stumble on the latest coat of ice while Elijah slid past him. He'd happily embraced the opening, dropping to his knees and letting physics take control. For the first time, he attained victory against Tiago.

"Again?" He asked, "I wouldn't count on it." The proud boy exclaimed, taking his seat at the well.

"No way you won. You're as slow as a blind scribe writing lore." Lyra claimed, yelling from her house opposite the well. She was a meek girl with the voice of a Lion and the kind of attitude that would get boys into trouble.

"Leave him be," Tiago told the girl between breaths, tossing a snowball as he rose. Prepared, she dodged it quite effortlessly, surprising Elijah who watched as he caught his breath. "I'll be back to winning tomorrow." He claimed, tossing a second snowball bounding toward a red faced Elijah.

The hit almost knocked him into the well, but he couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah, if I freeze to death in there," he proposed to Tiago, who dragged himself over to take a seat at his side.