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A bit about me!

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I’m Isaac, I’m a baby polytheist born and raised Christian in the PNW! I’m pretty scarred from Christianity and the ablism I suffered in my upbringing as a result of autism and ADD, and the “special” schooling I received as a “treatment” for it. I am cautiously re-exploring spirituality, inspired by my 75 year old neighbor who is a witch! I’m starting my journey with Hellenism, Celtic Paganism, and Norse paganism and they have always been a fascination to me. I’m deeply connected to the earth and nature and always have been, and would love to become more spiritually in twinned with it.

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A GUIDE TO MY POST COLLECTIONS: (find tag in bottom of such posts to find collection)

#agodtoconsider = secondary deities and a basic breakdown of their known lore, and family trees, as well as relevant stories to them and their role in the epics, and other general information to familiarize yourself with them, and maybe even consider worshiping them!

#Isee = 5 ways I may interact with or notice the presence and influence of a specific deity in my day to day life as a hellenist.

#Symbolismof = a comprehensive guide of the mythological and historical symbology associated with a specific god. This includes things such as sacred animals and food, commonly associated herbs, crystals, and flowers, as well as the explanations for why they fit this gods symbology.

#subtlewaystohonor = a collective list or guide on various ways in which you can worship or honor a given deity in subtle or non complicated ways on a day to day basis, without necessarily having to devote too much to it, whilst also effectively honoring them.

#Analtarto = a comprehensive guide on how to set up and decorate an altar or shrine space dedicated to a given deity. This includes going into the symbolism and attributes associated with that god and how it can manifest in an altar, as well on tips for how to use said altar when you have completed it!

#Aprayerto = an idea for a prayer or hymn to any given god.

#Eoffering = an aesthetic board E-offering collage I made that I’ve dedicated to a specific god.

#Shitpostofthesus = a shitpost or shower thought style text post poking fun at certain aspects of Hellenism or Greek mythology.

Non-spiritual posts:

#antiqueoftheday = a piece of antique jewelry, an antique item, or any other of the many antiques from my personal collection displayed once a day for my Victorian and old soul witches 💙

#Marine biology = informative posts from my encounters with sea life as a marine biologist!

#Serioustalk = serious posts about world events, politics, or humanitarian activism I sometimes involve myself in.

#Other = posts about my other interests and hobbies

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I am white, and part ethnic Jew, with most of my ancestry based in Norway, Germany, England, Ireland, and Some in Semitic basis. I am strictly anti fascist and anarcho leftist. Nazis, terfs, transphobes, Homophobes, racists, antisemites, Zionists, islamaphobes, ect. fuck off 3>

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The gods I worship right now are:

Artemis 🏹

Antheia 🌸

Demeter 🌾

Pan 🏔️

Poseidon 🔱

Freya ❤️

The gods i wish to learn more about rn are:

Apollo, Brighid, Cernunnos, Freyr, Ares, and Hephaestus.

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I am very much still a baby witch and currently still getting a hang of things, so be nice, and know I’m always open to tips or corrections in how I practice or can practice my spiritually! Thank you for checking out my blog and gods bless 💚🌲🧙‍♀️

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Oh yeah, and FREE PALESTINE, DEFEND UKRAINE, AND LIBERATE THE CONGO MOTHERFUCKERS 🇵🇸🇺🇦🇨🇬

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Virgin incel looking for love 💕

Tomura shigaraki x chubby fem reader noncon smut

A/N: this fanfic is to celebrate 800 followers on tumblr, thank you everyone who supports and loves reading dead dove content y'all are the best!! So this one is a bit long and tomura doesn't speak english in this one so he's talking Japanese while reader speaks english (technically since I don't know how to type Japanese 💀) anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one😉💕 ( this was taking too long so I'm sorry if it's bad and I was super tired asf. ) DNI: minors and antis you have been warned 18+ blog.

Warnings: sex trafficking + smut with no plot + dead dove do not eat!! + noncon + black market + creampie + unsafe sex + dry humping.

You were at a bar drinking your sorrows away as you got dumped by your partner, you sigh softly as you get up.

You could barely walk as you walked out of the building. Your head is spinning and your mind is filled with emotions and thoughts.

You were walking on a cold chilly night as you're heading home.

" Hey sweetie, come here. "You turn your head to see an older woman as she's waving her hand towards you in a dark alleyway.

You didn't think much, it's a sweet old lady after all.

You follow her as you watch her from behind as you continue your clumsy walk. Suddenly you feel someone come up behind you, quickly using a wet rag on your mouth.

You didn't have time to process this as you feel heavy and sleepy as you watch the old woman turn around and give you a devilish smirk.

You're blinking fast and groaning out in pain.

Your head is hurting as you try to rub your head only to realize you're unable to move.

Panic set in as you look down to see chains, you're breathing heavily.

" WHERE AM I?!??? " you scream out as you begin to cry out. A man comes in and speaks to you but it's a different language, you don't understand what he is saying.

You're shaking up as you keep screaming for help, the man has a syringe in his hand as he moves it to your thigh, penetrating your skin.

Your salty tears flow down as you try to move, your eyelids getting heavy by the second soon you're losing consciousness again.

You're waking up again to see you're in a different cage, you were in a very revealing elegant white silky lingerie. Expensive jewelry covered your body nicely showing off your goods.

The position you're in is vulgar, your legs are spread out, your crotch barely covers as you whimper.

You were looking around to see the place look to be a fancy underground hideout.

You watch different people in nicely fit outfits as you hear them speak in a language that you don't understand.

There were other people in cages as well, different ones with their height, body size and ethnicity.

As your eyes move along but stop in their tracks as you're staring back at a man that looks very out of place, his outfit was fully black, the hood over his head. 

The light pale blue shaggy hair covers his face but you can see his striking crimson eyes stare back at you in the crowd of people looking at your cage.

You felt a chill running down your spine as you were holding your breath.

The blue haired man smirks at you as you're hoping someone will help you from this situation.

You watch the stranger as he waves another man over as they begin to have a conversation. You watch them and their hand suggestions, judging this you're assuming the man is gonna buy you off.

The man's eyes wided with joy as the hoodie man gave him a stack of cash, nodding in your direction.

You're breathing heavily… no no please no, I don't want this… I don't wanna be here. You need to leave and escape this hell hole.

You're shaking up as the man come to your cage, start to unlock it

He's quickly removed the chain and has you standing up roughly but put new cuffs on your hands.

You were pushed up to your new owner who has the biggest smirk on his face.

It was unsettling having this strange man carass you, you felt him grope your thighs and chest area inappropriately in front of others but no one stopped this behavior or did something to help you out.

The hoodie man dragged you out of the place as you pushed out of the exit and were greeted in the back alley.

He keeps pushing you up against a wall as he begins grinding behind you, you hear his whiny groans as he begins to nip at your earlobe. Hearing his hot breath near you makes you squirm in fear.

" please… stop.. I don't want this. " You whimper at his assault, the man clearly has no clue what you're saying but he can tell you're uncomfortable by this situation.

You turn your head to see him quickly remove his pants but not fully off, his pants are around his knees, your eyes wide as you stare at his cock. You never seen a dick in person the reason why your partner dumped you was because you always make excuses and never went further but in reality you were scared and you were a virgin, that why you didn't take the next step but you gasp out loud as he shoves his hard on between your thick thighs.

He continues his assault as he roughly thrust his hips fast and harder from behind. You sob softly as you try to remove the cuffs but it's no use. Where are the damn keys you thought, you could try to look for his pocket but it would be way too obvious and you don't know if he has a quirk or not.

You hear him make a high pitched squeak as you look down to see his red tip between your thighs and his thick semen sliding down so lewdly.

He sighs heavily as he begins to remove himself.

You heard him say something but it's still difficult to understand. You turn your head to see his face reveal, you shouldn't have looked back.

He looks a lot scarier without his blue hair covering his face, he was flustered and his breathing calmed down but he started to pull his pants up. 

He grabbed your wrist again as you're seeing a dark misty portal in front of you, you keep struggling and move away but he was a lot stronger than you.

You whine out by his strong grip as you are pushed again into the strange portal.

Blink the tears away as you were greeted by a whole different environment, it looks to be someone's room.

It looks a bit childish since you see some action figures and a desk that has two big moderators. But you don't have time to look at it more.

He puts his fingertips on your cuff as you watch it slowly decay in the process.

You begin to cry more, you should keep on walking and mind your own business… stupid old lady.

His finger started to trace your hand all the way to your breast, you bite your lips from the moans, you didn't realize your chest was so sensitive. He begins to pitch at your nipples, you watch the deadly hands play with it roughly like he was making dough.

His other fingers were away; only his pointer and thumb caressed your perky areolas. you felt his drool land on your shoulder as you felt a shiver run down your spine. He starts pushing you more on the desk.

He removes his hand away, you turn to watch him decay both yours and his own clothes.

He leaned in to whisper." Tomura.. " you think that was his name, so you repeat the same word as he groans out, grinding his manhood from your behind.

" shigaraki.." he continues to bite your ear softly as you repeat the words back, he nods his head as he begins to cuddle with you.

You feel strange, you never understand him nor his language but you had to guess it.

You say your name to him why maybe he will understand what you are saying.

He started to purr at you and said your name back in his language.

It's going to be hard to communicate. You felt his hand on your neck as he grabbed his thick cock to your entrance as he began to tease you.

You grip the edge of the desk as he pushes inch by inch inside of you.

You whimper out, feeling your hymen break once he shoves more of his cock inside.

The feeling was uncomfortable, the stretch felt overwhelming as you keep struggling with his size.

" please stop… i-it hurts.." you tried to push his hips away but tomura quickly grabs both of your hands as he puts it behind your back.

He ignores your pleas as he starts off slow and shallow deep thrust as he starts to bite your shoulder area to stop the cries but it's getting possible.

Tomura let out the most pathetic whines and whimpers, you never thought you would hear a man make those types of noises.

The heavy balls slapping your outer lips as he begins to get faster and harder.

It's hard to get comfortable when this man is lying on top of you, you can't breathe.

Your eyes rolled back to the heavens as you began to drool onto the desk, you can already feel yourself dripping down your thighs.

The slapping increases, getting more volume, you start to notice that you're reaching your high. You don't want this to stop but your mind is screaming at you to escape… you on other hand don't mind getting dick down by this strange man.

Your brain couldn't think straight as you start to chant his name, turning to mush by his powerful thrust, he starts to play with your hair and whisper other things that you still don't understand.

You hear him chant your name as you hear the familiar squeak from him, the throbbing cock inside of you, begins to release thick white cum covering your walls.

You cry out his name, squirting in the process. Milking him for his worth and you start to feel shame all over, you know that this man didn't wear protection, making it a high risk of getting pregnant.

You didn't want this and hoping you don't get pregnant too soon. Shigaraki kisses your neck as he begins to remove you from the desk and towards the small dirty bed.

You were pushed again as you start to realize he didn't pull out of you, his cock is still inside.

You cry out as he pushes your back down, he roughly grabs hold of your hips. You hear the loud skin slapping skin echo in the room as tomura growls and acts like an animal.. Feral animalistic instincts cloud his mind as he thrusts your abuse hole, you feel his tip hitting your cervix.

The fingertips dance on the skin of your thighs to your belly, he begins to caress it lovely. His hand gripping your chubby waist as he dragged you towards his heavy thrust.

You can't tell how many times you orgasm but you started to babbling and mewling at this.

The sheets are already ruined and you feel the wetness sliding down your thighs, you throw your body backwards meeting his hips. Tomura grabbed your hair putting you into a lewd arch position, the tears sliding down your cheek from the overstimulation.  

He leans in to lick the tears away as he growls out.

His thrust becomes more sloppy and you can tell he reached his end but his pace wasn't slowing down any time sooner.

You start to see blackness around your eyes as you start to lose consciousness as you try to blink again to keep awake.

He finally slammed into you one more time to shoot more of his own semen into your walls.

You collapse breathing heavily as he keeps grinding his narrow hips on top of you, he lay down but didn't remove himself.

You can feel his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you close, you feel his cock soft a bit but it still didn't slide out of you, you sigh softly.

The throbbing feeling begins to hurt and sore between your legs. 

Your heavy eyelid falls close as you start to feel sleepy and take hold of you.

Hearing soft snoring and humming relaxes you a bit but you're not escaping anytime soon when he's madly in love with you and wants you to have his first child and life together.

[rozeliyawashereyall]

♡Lynette Vega♡

Here it is!! The lore post about my girl!! @aspenm00n @ccstiles

Full name: Lynette 'Artemis' Vega

Nicknames: Lyn. Annette. Pretty bug. Star eyes. Bed bug.

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual/demisexual

Gender: AFAB

Realm: Al'terra

Hometown: Montell

Ethnicity and Race: middle eastern/human

Birthday: 29th of October

Age: 24 years old

Height: 5'5

Weight: 164 lbs

Disorders: Synesthesia and dyslexia

Job occupation: wandering doctor and an altruist for halfbloods.

MBTI: INFP-A

Family members

Believe it or not this girl's family is both alive and healthy.

Lynette was born in a loving home with caring parents and 3 older brothers. They were all followers of Kel.

Her brothers—from oldest to youngest, are: Aayan (33 y/o), Elias (27 y/o), Rowan (26 y/o). Lynette has a strong bond with all of them, they all have occasional hangouts where they catch up on everything they miss.

Aayan is a doctor, he was what inspired Lynette to become one as well. Elias is a temple guard, and Rowan is an architect!

Lynette's bond with her parents, Salma and Samuel, is just as strong as the one with her brother—if not a little more. Her parents were strict but loving, making sure Lyn and her brothers are living comfortably and happily.

Nadia used to be a wandering doctor, but now is a stay at home mother, while Samuel is a famous architect

So yeah—the Vega family is both functional and loving

Important backstory events

TW! Implied SA, slight gore description, and suppressed trauma.

Lynette mostly had a normal childhood, the first major thing that happened..

I. At 7 years old. Lynette and her brother, Rowan, were attacked by a wolf halfblood. They weren't sure if he was drugged or just violent towards humans, all they knew was they were in danger and bleeding profusely. They were both saved by a dawnbreaker, unfortunately it was a little late for her brother—his vocal chords were completely destroyed, beyond saving. Rowan went mute after that, and Lynnette was both guilty and traumatized by this incident..

II. At 9 years old. Little Lyn had to stay with a distant family member that she didn't really...like. It was all going okay, up until the last day. She was stuck in a room with 'snakes' wrapping around her. It felt wrong, it was wrong.

Lynette never felt clean after that incident.

But she never spoke a word.

III. At 13 years old. Lynette meets Tony! Yes, that Tony. It was a slow developed friendship, but a loyal one. They were both great friends to each other, having hangouts every weekend where they pulled pranks, made makeshift jewelry for the other, and gave comfort when one of them was sad.

Lynette also started learning first aid from her big brother, Aayan. He taught her everything he knew, and little Lyn was a very fast learner. Memorising all the medical terminologies in less than a week.

IV. at 15 years old. Lynette officially sets her goal to be a doctor, and help everyone, including halfbloods. Her family was against it..the helping halfblood thing, especially after the incident with her brother. But they let her be, as long as she stays safe, that's what matters.

Her friends were confused about her decision.. especially Tony. Why would you help what hurt you? But they trusted her enough to not get too involved with halfbloods..

V. At 18 years old. Lynette graduated! This was an especially special day in her life! She can finally get started on her medical degree—and she does!

Another event that happened here..a day after her graduation, Tony confesses, and boy was the feeling mutual. And so..Tony and Lynette were officially a couple from then on!

VI. At 20 years old. Her goal to become a doctor was annoyingly slow..so, she decided she'll finish 2 more years, and become a wanderer, only to learn about all the different methods of healing, the different cultures of it. Her parents weren't too worried, her mother did the same thing when she was her age.

VII. At 22 years old. Lynette and Tony unfortunately decided to break up. Their views were far too different, it was like they were strangers to each other rather than lovers. So, they decided to part ways, and pretend they never knew each other.

This was also when Lynnette discovered the sanctuary, they were short on medical supplies and she offered her help—but of course, they were all extremely suspicious of her, but as time went on, she would gain everyone's trust.

VIII. At 23 years old. Lynette meets..Marco.

It was an interesting friendship..a halfblood and a human. Lyn found him injured in a forest, of course she had to help him, and she did.

And slowly, it turned from a friendship to a relationship.

Lil facts about Lynette.

-The nicknames Lyn and Annette were from her parents, pretty bug was from Tony, star eyes from Marco. She doesn't mind which nickname others call her.

however! The nickname "Artemis" was given to her by the halfbloods in the sanctuary. Since she'd take the role of both a protector and a healer for the younger creatures.

-she can speak Arabic! Also very soft spoken.

-she's mostly a complete mystery to all cities and kingdoms in all of Al'terra, but her life story is surprisingly very well known in the sanctuary.

-the scar on her cheek is from when she was attacked by the wolf halfblood.

-the owner of Maria's raven boyfriend /hj

-she still has a good relationship with her family, even after wandering away.

-Lynette is a very shy and quiet person, but she's extremely adventurous.

-Not really a talker, she speaks in actions. But give her some time, and she'll be more open with you.

-she helps halfbloods in rehab, ones who were stuck in the arena and addicted to Malasythe. She's always patient with them, even when getting yelled at and continuously insulted.

-she's very observant of others emotions, reading everyone like a book.

-Lyn's a decent fighter..but really only fights when there's no other choice.

-while very into medicine.. she's also very into poison. Sometimes even making her own special brew of them.

-does not sleep.

-she hasn't met Bodie and Timmy....yet.

-her timeline takes place in the same universe as Warren x Bodie /srs

That's all! For now. I'm definitely remaking this soon after I flesh out her story more.

[aahanna]

The Story of Solah Shringar

The Indian bride is the epitome of grace, elegance, and beauty. Her attire and traditional Indian bridal jewelry catch every eye and leave a lasting impression on everyone. While her wedding outfit accentuates her best features, her Indian bridal jewelry adds a subtle shine and a touch of sophistication to her entire look.

As per tradition, the Indian bride embellishes herself with 16 adornments on her wedding day. These adornments are called Solah Shringar. This ritual has been practiced since ancient times and is an integral part of bridal preparations.

The story behind the Solah Shringar features Rati, the wife of Kamdev, the Hindu god of love. Rati engaged in severe penance to appease Goddess Lakshmi. She was then blessed with the 16 adornments from Lakshmi and wore them to impress and marry Kamdev.

16 adornments (16 sringar)are

1. Sindoor

The first adornment is Sindoor, also known as kumkum or vermillion. Sindoor holds a special place as it marks the beginning of a woman’s new journey as a bride. Sindoor is applied by the groom on the forehead between the hair partition of the bride. The bride then continues to wear sindoor throughout her married life.

2. Hair care (Kesh Sringar):

We now focus on the ‘Kesh’, or hair. The Indian bride embellishes her hair using fragrant flowers and glittering headpieces. Traditionally, the bride made three braids that represented three holy rivers, Ganga, Yamuna, and Saraswati, and the trinity of the Hindu gods Brahma, Vishnu, and Mahesh. The fragrance of flowers keeps the bride fresh throughout the day and her Indian bridal jewelry embellishes her hairdo, adding another layer of elegance and beauty to her overall look.

3. Maangtika

The part of the forehead where the maangtika rests is believed to be the home of Ajna Chakra or the third eye. When the bride wears the piece of Indian bridal jewelry on her special day, she is believed to be connected with her third eye and has the ability to control her emotions and activate her knowledge, wisdom, courage, and willpower.

4. Bindi

The bindi also takes us to the third eye. Bindi comes from the Sanskrit word bindu, which means ‘point’ or ‘dot’. The bindi is closely associated with improving concentration and retaining energy. It is one of the most popular adornments worn by the Indian bride and is known internationally.

5.Kohl or Kajal

From the forehead, we move to the eyes. Kohl, kajal, surma, kanmashi, kaadige, kaatuka, and kan mai are some names for one of the oldest natural beauty products in the world. Kajal accentuates the eyes of the bride and is believed to ward off the evil eye in various cultures. The darkening around the eyes also protects the wearer from the harsh rays of the sun.

Kajal is an essential element of the solah shringar and makes the eyes look more prominent. It is undoubtedly a beautiful way to enhance the natural beauty of the bride.

6 .Karn Phool or Earrings

A wedding day look cannot be completed without a set of dangling earrings. Karn Phool is a Sanskrit term that translates to ‘flower of the ears’ and is an essential part of the solah shringar.

7 .Nath(nose ring)

The nose ring is another beautiful element of the Indian bride’s attire and is a symbol of valor, fertility, and spirituality. The large nose rings hooked onto the hair with a chain take the bride a step closer to creating her ideal look. It is one of the most ethnic elements of Indian bridal jewelry and a wedding day look is surely incomplete without it.

8 .Haar or Necklace

The one thing that brings the whole look together is the necklace. Necklaces are said to represent safety and abundance and are believed to help the wearer control their emotions better. Some necklaces feature specific motifs or gemstones that are believed to bring good luck and ward off evil spirits.

9 .Bajuband

This element of traditional Indian bridal jewelry is worn on the upper arm. The bajuband is believed to keep evil spirits away and protects the wearer. The Indian bride can embellish her wedding outfit with all sorts of armbands that are encrusted with diamonds and other colorful gemstones.

10 .Bangles, Bracelets, Choodiyan

Bangles and the Indian bride are inseparable. They’re a part of traditional Indian bridal jewelry that a woman always wears. It is believed that bangles and bracelets bring health, luck, and prosperity to the wearer and are more than a jewelry item or accessory for the traditional Indian woman. There are various wedding ceremonies related to bangles and bracelets across cultures that show us their significance in Indian culture.

11 .Hathphool and Aarsi

The hathphool is a clever mix of a bangle and a ring. Bringing the best of both together, this element of traditional Indian bridal jewelry embellishes the hand and wrist of the bride. The interesting crossover of the two pieces surely adds more flavor to the wedding day look.

A thumb ring known as Aarsi is also worn by some brides. Aarsi contains a small mirror. This mirror allows the bride to catch a glimpse of the groom since she is covered in a veil and cannot see the groom’s face.

12 . Mehndi

Henna, commonly known as mehndi, is undoubtedly one of the most amusing parts of a traditional Indian wedding. It is believed that mehndi brings good luck and joy to the bride. The darkness of the mehndi represents the strength of the bond between the bride and the groom. The solah shringar of the bride is incomplete without her hands and feet embellished with beautiful mehndi designs that add to her overall wedding day look.

13 . Kamarband (waist band)

The use of the kamarband, or waistband, is scarce in North Indian weddings but it is an important part of a South Indian bride’s trousseau. The piece of Indian bridal jewelry is adorned with gemstones and is used to accentuate the female’s body and keep her bridal saree in place.

14 . Anklets and Toe Rings

Commonly known as payal and bichhu, these elements of traditional Indian bridal jewelry embellish the feet of the bride. Payals can be recognized by the beautiful chime sounds they make whenever the bride walks. Toe rings are seen as a sign of marriage and a bride wears them until the death of her husband.

15 . Itar

Itar is the perfume that a bride applies to freshen her aura and stay fragrant throughout her special day.

16. Wedding Outfit

Finally, the one thing that clubs every element together and brings the bride’s imagination to life is the wedding outfit. The traditional Indian bride wore the classic red wedding outfit but with the evolution of Indian weddings, other colors have started to take center stage as well.

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[oh-sweet-mama]

I don’t think anyone understands how much Francisco Morales plagues my MIND. Idgaf if he’s a drug dealer with PTSD.

(CW: mentions of being a swiftie… sorry, and possibly either being female or liking feminine things)

I don’t care because, in my mind he’s the most perfect man that would call me “baby” and pet names in Spanish.

Francisco Morales would beg for kisses and slap my ass even when I pretended to be annoyed.

Cause he’s a handy man, when he’s fixing something around the house, and I ask him if he needs help with anything, he’d say yes, but then he’d make me “stand there and look pretty”

Frankie Morales would let me make my ethnic food for him and fucking love it because he loves me. (Even when I accidentally add too much of a certain sauce and it’s strong; because that’s how I was taught).

Frisco Morales would hold me so hard while we slept that I wouldn’t be able get up for a midnight piss and he’d cling to me just as hard during heat waves when his body heat is unbearable.

He wouldn’t care that I’m too fiercely independent for my own good. He’d just smile and shake his head as I tried to do something wildly out of my bounds of rationality.

He’d make fun of me for liking my coffee overly sweet, but steal sips of whatever overpriced iced latte sits in the cup holder.

He’d let me play whatever Taylor Swift song I wanted in his truck… because he loves me. And overtime he’d find himself humming along or drumming his fingers on his steering wheel to the overplayed albums that I force him to listen to.

In fact, after all those days in the truck with his passenger princess, he would give me his spare set of aviators when it’s too sunny out, because I forgot mine.

We spend so much time together in that truck because in the warming months of spring and into the hot months of summer, he likes to frequent farmers markets to buy me fresh flowers and locally made jewelry.

Francisco Morales would love my body at any season of life, because he’s Francisco Morales

Fuck I could go on and on

Someone help me. HELP ME!

Also note: sorry if this wayyy to specific. It was supposed to be a short post but then I couldn’t stop. Also I’ve been obsessed with Francisco Morales for over a year, so these little head canons have been brewing. 🥰❤️

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[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 12: Name me Dragon

I filled out my forms, I submitted them along with the administration fees. I did that over a week ago.

Today is my court date.

I find it fascinating as I enter the building and cue up to the metal detector that this is the first time since dracomorphosis that it occurs to me that I’m naked. I’m going to court naked, except for my purse.

The purse goes in a basket on the conveyor, to be examined more closely by the little boxy x-ray machine. Rhoda helps take it off for me, before dealing with her own stuff, because she’s accompanying me.

Today she’s my emotional support human. That’s what she told me. And I appreciate it.

But then she says that she just really wants to be there to see me get my new name.

She seems more proud of me than I am.

And I appreciate that, too.

It’s really nice.

The guards are cordial and usher me through, and I set off the metal detector.

There are sighs all around, and I’m directed to step aside while one of the officers examines me with a wand. And the wand doesn’t stop humming. There is not an inch of me that doesn’t set it off. I’m wondering if this isn’t telling me something about my physiology I didn’t know. But I’m also getting nervous about it.

Another wand is used to the same effect. Then both wands are tested on Rhoda, who rolls her eyes, and they don’t buzz.

The guard lowers his chin and looks at me through furrowed brows and says very straight faced and sternly, “Do you swear not to breathe fire or eat anyone while you are in this building?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Okay. That’s going to have to do. Do you know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Courtroom A,” Rhoda supplies, reaching over to put my purse around my neck again. “Judge Nguyen.”

“Excellent. That’s name changes today, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Congratulations, I hope it goes well for you,” the guard says.

“Thanks.”

“Thank you,” Rhoda adds.

“The elevator’s that way,” the guard gestures.

And we go.

For some reason, I half expected a recreation of the Matrix lobby scene. I don’t know what makes me more rattled. That there was the one glitch that caused the extra hullabaloo, or that it went so smoothly anyway.

When we get to the courtroom, we’re early. But it’s open, and people are filtering in from the thin traffic of court goers, lawyers, and petitioners headed to other places. Most people in this building are regular citizens taking care of unfortunate or hopeful business, dressed in everything from a yellow windbreaker and a hoodie to a Men’s Warehouse suit. The people with more expensive clothing, if they are here, are already in the rooms they want to be in, few and far between.

In this courtroom, there are a handful of women of different ethnicities and ages in either their Sunday best or professional work clothes befitting a restaurant hostess, and a couple men accompanying their teenage children. And one couple that look like they’re feeling all newlywed. Presumably. For some reason, besides the children, I’m gendering everyone based on how they look, and I’ve been trying to avoid that.

I can’t sit in any particular chair, but we find a space that’s usually set aside for wheelchairs and I use that. I’m not exactly mobility impaired, but I am disabled in other ways, and I’m certainly space impaired. I’ve definitely gotten bigger.

I’ve been hoping I might be the Artist of transformation, just so that I could change my own size and shape, to avoid the day I wouldn’t be able to enter a building like this. But, Chapman’s agreed to work on another piece of jewelry for me, to reduce my size back down to where I started when I wear it. It just won’t be ready for a couple years, is all.

And as I sit in that spot, I feel my tablet buzzing in my purse while I wait for the Judge to join us. I resolve to ignore it through the whole process. Nothing is as important to me right now as getting through this court hearing.

And then the bailiff announces Judge Nguyen’s entrance and tells everyone to stand, which I do along with everyone else who is capable of it. By the time this happens, a few more people have joined us, including someone in a wheelchair who is across the aisle from me.

Nguyen enters looking slightly less like a judge than I expected. She’s dressed very professionally, but for some reason I expected a robe. But, maybe that’s for fancier courtes. Or just for photos? I’m going to have to look that up. 

But she carries herself like a judge, and pushes her glasses up as she casually and cheerfully says, “Hello. Thank you for attending today. This is one of my favorite functions as a judge, and I hope to make this process as smooth as possible for all of you. You may be seated.” Then she sits down. “Now. When I call your name – your new name – I’d like you to come forward with your identification ready, and answer my questions. And when you and I are done, you may either be seated, or you may leave. If I award you your name, I will hand you your signed court order, which you should take to the clerk’s office to get it stamped and recorded. And the public list of name changes will be displayed in the hallway tomorrow morning. You won’t need to check that, because you’ll already have the paperwork you need verifying your new identity.”

She pauses to look around the room to see if everyone was listening.

“If you have further questions, the clerk can help you with them. Now, I’m going to go about this alphabetically by last name,” she says. “Can Corin Ascalia please come forward.”

I do pay a lot of attention to what is said, to make note of it and know what to expect, but my emotions and thoughts are occupied by how cool it is that I seem to be going through this procedure with other trans people.

Corin looks so happy, and they are bouncing a little bit throughout the whole interview, which is short.

And when Judge Ngunyen is done, she signs the court order, then hands it to Corin Ascalia with a hand shake, saying, “Congratulations. It is my honor to serve you with your new name, Corin Ascalia.” And she’s beaming with her own smile.

As Corin leaves looking pumped full of endorphins, Judge Nguyen calls forward the next person, who I guess is a single young woman who is probably changing her last name. I don’t know if it’s due to a marriage or a divorce, or to distance herself from her family. But she seems satisfied with her decision and pays extra attention to every direction.

With my new last name starting with a “D”, there are only two other people before I’m called up. I do my best to appreciate each of them in turn, to try to remember who they are. But I’m getting too nervous and dissociating a little.

Then Judge Nguyen says, “Can Meghan Estragon Draconis please come forward.” And she looks directly at me over her glasses, and everyone else follows her gaze. She smiles. It’s not her first smile today, but it’s directed at me and it looks genuine.

Rhoda pats me on my shoulder, then hands me my ID and birth certificate, which I take gingerly in my mouth.

And I get up and walk down the aisle to Judge Nguyen’s bench.

My tablet buzzes, and I continue to ignore it. It doesn’t seem Judge Nguyen heard it.

“May I see your identification?” she asks.

I place it on the bench, and she picks up my card and then my birth certificate and looks at them reverently and carefully, comparing them to my file, which she’s just opened in front of her. She nods, placing my items back on the bench in front of me. Then she speaks some more.

“Meghan, do you swear that you take this new name in good faith? That you are not using it to evade responsibility or debt? And that it represents who you feel that you are and want to be moving forward?” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply, in my own voice. I gathered from all previous applicants that I wouldn’t need my tablet for this. I’m proud to use my own syrinx to speak these words.

“Very good,” she says. “Then it is my honor to sign this court order stating that you are, from this day forth, to be known as Meghan Estragon Draconis.” She doesn’t offer to shake my hand, but she does carefully bundle my identification with my newly signed court order, and files it in a folder with a paperclip, before holding it out to me. Her eyes are sparkling, as she adds, “I’m proud of you for this. It’s a good name. It suits you.”

She obviously saw my deadname. She knows I’m trans, not just a dragon taking on a new draconic name.

I’m a little overwhelmed.

“Thanks,” I say, wishing I’d learned a more formal version. I could add “you” now, but “thanks you” would sound even weirder.

Then, I smile as I take my paperwork.

I take a step back and bow low, lowering my shoulders and my head, rising quickly enough after a beat that she doesn’t have much chance to comment. Then I turn and walk proudly back up the aisle to Rhoda, my head held as high as possible.

My tablet is going mad with buzzing.

Dammit, what the fuck is happening?

I can’t deal with it. I need to go to the County Clerk’s office. That’s next.

—

The clerk’s office is just annoying simple bureaucracy with a line and more paperwork. But short paperwork. Mostly paperwork handled by the person behind the counter.

And then we’re done and making our way out of the courthouse.

It’s Thursday, September 19th, and I’ve received my new legal name on Talk Like a Pirate Day. I kind of want that to be special, but it really mostly feels kind of funny.

But the clouds coincidentally move just as I step out of the building to uncover the sun, which shines down on me with as much warmth as it can muster, and I’m struck.

It literally feels like the Earth, the mother of all dragons, is blessing me and my new name, and it’s like the blessing is warming my heart, gizzard, and fire sack directly. And for quite some time after that my very soul feels larger than my body and visibly radiant.

Rhoda lets me see her tears, crying about something happy.

She pats me on my shoulder again, and then manages to gasp out a question, barely able to talk from emotion, “Maybe you should check your messages? Or should I do that for you?”

I look at her, partially closing my eyes, and then I look down the street toward our coffee shop, which is just two blocks away.

“Yeah,” she says, more strongly. “Let’s go do that over some tea and cookies.”

—

There are a bunch of things I do not think about as we walk to our actual home, our coffee shop. But it’s probably a good idea to review them here anyway. Things that might matter.

They are certain to occur to me fairly soon, in any case.

I’ve not been particularly attendant to my groups of people, humans or dragons. I set them up. I pushed them in directions I wanted them to go. Or, rather, I stated clearly what I hoped they would become. And then I found myself forgetting about them.

I’ve only delved into Discord, for instance, to deal with the things I’ve wanted to deal with, and I’ve found it hard to look at or review many of the notifications. I’ve been pretty good at private direct messages, but there haven’t been very many of those directed specifically at me.

I’ve treated my group SMS chat fairly similarly, though I’m more engaged with that. Until today, obviously. I was busy today.

I did post that document of advice for direct action and group security that Rhoda gave me to my discord and to our group chat. But then, I didn’t really do anything more than that. I’m not sure what I expected of myself or others there. I just did what I felt I could, and then I got distracted by other things. And then I didn’t hear from the Arboretum Klatch, as I’ve continued to call them, since.

Everything seems to have been fine and operating smoothly.

And I also haven’t really been paying a lot of attention to the local news, even though my situation seriously depends on it. I guess I’ve been relying on Rhoda and Chapman to keep tabs on that and alert me to any issues. But it means I don’t immediately know what’s going on in the government or what’s about to come down. I don’t know who has said what, and I’m not as familiar with the local politicians and their stances as I really should be.

I’ve been scared about Daniel Säure, and his influence over the local law enforcement and his demonstrated ability to kidnap me in my sleep. And so I’ve been focusing on addressing that directly by searching for that big gun I can use against him. My innate, inherent power that I’m maybe supposed to have, having been the center of the dracomorphosis.

I’ve maybe been a little too focused on that, but I still don’t know what I could have done differently, except maybe take time to write more letters with the help of the other dragons? It seems silly, though. I don’t know if our letters are even read.

Except the Mayor had been impressed with the one I sent her.

And this is saying nothing about national or even global politics, because fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. The tidbits of news I get about that from other people’s conversations and memes on the internet are terrifying and too much to handle.

Really cool things are happening with dragons around the globe. Really surprising and wonderful things. Individual people are praising and lauding the dragons in their lives. And dragons are reporting how surprisingly wonderful their humans are. 

But then there’s the violence. The legislative violence and the physical violence. The words that people in power say on occasion.

Before August 24, the global focus seemed to me to be on trans people, and that was bad enough, and it was one reason I was still in the closet.

Now, it’s all about us dragons.

And I’ve been doing my best to ignore all that and focus on me, my people, my territory, my block, my building, my coffee shop, my two Artists and their weird stories and theories, Rhoda, and my name. And mostly on the latter three, because that’s where I seem to have the most strength, potential impact, support, and joy. The most agency.

I think I’ve been following the common old advice to do the easier things, the small things, to make sure the fundamentals are taken care of first, and work outward from there as possible.

But I’ve definitely been avoidant, too, and I should fix that.

I have also been feeling like I’m forgetting things, losing track of little details. But since I’ve forgotten them, I can’t do anything about them, and so I brush the thought aside and move on.

And since I’ve gotten my name changed to what it feels like it has always been, for those two blocks of walking with Rhoda in the late Summer sun, I’m simply blissful.

If I’m thinking of anything else, I’m maybe wondering if my soul is as old as Wentin’s.

—

As Rhoda opens the door for me, and I strut into the coffee shop all ready to utter my full name with my own syrinx, which I spent the last week and a half teaching myself how to do, I see the look in Jill’s eyes.

They are wide with alarm and eager to get my attention. She’s shaking behind the counter, and Cerce is carrying that nervousness too as she tries to work the espresso machine to fulfill orders.

The rest of the shop is very quiet, despite how many customers are in it. They’ve all been looking at their phones, tablets, or laptops. But now they’re looking at me.