I was born into a fairy tale

Prompts and writing commss/journals. There was supposed to be other things too but it's mostly prompts and writing lists at this point.

( Writing projects )

So, I was bored and listening to podcasts and I've not done this in a while. I'm not a huge fan of labels but I understand that sometimes, they are...not necessary exactly but they make lives much easier.

So I thought I would open up a post for you to come out/list off your labels.

Mine are as follows:
Fluid
Genderqueer
Polyamorous
Demi-sexual
Kinky
Submissive
Pet
Otherkin
Not alone in my head
Writer
Fan
Geek
Creator
Muse

I'm sure there are others that apply to me but those are the 9nes that for me to mind first. How about you?

Things of note:
- I am back from New York.
- There is a new kitten in the house.
- Morgan will be here in less than a week.
- My mother has been tolerable.
- She also has an opportunity to move to Costa Rica for a year (possibly two) and wants me to come with her.
- I am...still not sure how I feel about that.
- I am nesting in Gin's personal playlist for no real reason. I'm iffy on a lot of her music and yet here I am. *shrug.
- I bought a book of old folk music to play around with last night. I am looking forward to having that to play with.
- I have no plans for today except maybe sleep and try and take care of my tags.
- If I may steal from Seanan McGuire, zombies are love.

And leave me prompts. Ideally for original proomts but if you'd like to know my fandoms, let me know and I will drop off a list.

onefortheroad

For Road Music, sine that seemed to be the most popular choice. I'm probably going to work on telling these stores on and off while I try and do other things as well but we will see how that goes.

Notes: Nothing to be said on this one other than I kind of missed doing all dialog pieces, so this got to be one of those.


"Where were you just now?"

"Hm?"

"Where were you? You weren't listening."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Keep talking."

"No, what were you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, really. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention."

"It's fine, I just want to know what's on your mind."

"I..."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking about mistakes."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just was. I was thinking about if...If we were distant from our mistakes. If we could compartmentalize better and examine our mistakes with a critical eye, would we be likely to make those same mistakes again."

"Hon,--"

"No, wait. Just...Okay, what if it was like a museum. What if, in your mind, there was a special place you could go and just look at your mistakes without the emotional weight they carry."

"It's a nice thought but you know that's not how it works. Hell, that's not even how museums work."

"I know but what if? What if it was like that. Would things be better? Would we make less mistakes?"

"No,"

"Why?"

""Because we would make new ones instead. It's not a bad thing, it's just the way things are. We have to make mistakes so we learn. We'd be smarter but we'd still make mistakes."

"But there's not an infinite number of mistakes out there, is there?"

"As long as life keeps going? As long as we keep evolving? Yeah, there probably is."

"Oh."

"It's not a bad thing."

"It's not?"

"It's not. Because as long as there's new mistakes to be made, there's new experiences to be had. There's a life to be lived."

Notes: This came from thinking about Goblin Markets and parades and dancing in the streets. I don't know. I feel like I need an excuse for this one but I feel like that is counter-intuitive to the writing itself. *shakes head* Who knows.

What do we need?

Passion!

When do we need it?

Now!

What do we need?

Love!

When do we need it?

Now!

What do we need?

And it goes on and on, chanting and cheering a whopping into the sky. You dance with your firends, with people you've never met. You cry out to the cluds about healing and love and hope.and joy. You cry and dance and sing it to the world around you.

because that's what the world needs right now. It needs healers and hopers and dreamers and believes.

It needs storytellers and singers and creators of all kinds.

It needs people to dance on top of it, shake the ground with the stoping of their feet. it needs hearts racing, hands in the air, shouts of joy and laughter. It needs people like you and people like the ones you love and people like the curious onlookers and people who are being more than curious.

It needs so much and you can't give it all yourself, so you grab the nearest prson who is simply standing and you kiss them on the cheek, tell them they are beautiful and twirl away. You hope to everything they pass along the little bit of joy, the delight and happiness you tried to send to them.

You hop it infects them and it spreads like a virus. You ant to infect the world with the way you feel, with the joy and wonder and brilliant light inside you.

Someone near by wears a fox mask and you giggle as they meet with someone else who wears a coyote face instead of their own. You think it's beautiful, the way they dance together in the street, how they shed their human skin for a while in place of something else.

You wish you'd thought to bring a mask but all you've done is write on yourself, scripted out words that make you happy, words of comfort and desire and words that leave you nearly delerious with joy.

You move through the crowd, watching it, as it moves down the street, people spilling everywhere, spreading out into shops and resterautns. It's like blood, like water, like the rushing of emotion once the walls have been knocked down.

And you think to yourself "Yes, yes. I could live like this. I could exist here, in this momentk, for the rest of time."

And although you know yo9u can't, although you know that time will pass and the world will change and people will take of their masks and pretty clothes, you can still chant to yourself, you can still tell the strangers they are beautiful. You can still dance.

Lots of people need lots of things. Sometimes it’s just someone to listen to them, sometimes it’s a bet reader. Sometimes it’s a job or cash or someone to go practice tarot readings.

This is a post to help people find what they need.

Leave a comment with what you need and then look through the others and see if you can’t help. Even if you just need friends to talk to, that’s fine, say something. You might just find what you’re looking for.

I won’t tell you I love you, never will. I don’t have the words for it, don’t have the vocabulary because I was never taught. The words stuck in my throat and get fuzzy in my brain.

I don’t understand this feeling, even though I know I should.

But I can touch you. I can sing songs into your skin, play you like a treasured instrument. I can make you feel the best you’ve ever felt and I’ll not regret it for a moment.

I want to, I want to know every part of you, to touch and feel you, to run my fingers through your hair and k9iss you on the mouth. I want to play you, to make you sing with the feelings of joy I pull out of you. I want that, all of it. I want you to be the most beautiful instrument I’ve ever played.

And maybe that’s not quite love, maybe that’s something different but it’s what I want, what I can put into words.

So maybe I can’t say i love you and for that, I am sorry, but I can do this. I can help you, I can make you sing.

So, ofr the next few days, I am offering $10 three card draws and am willing to do other kinds of spreads for those who may need them in exchange for donating to this nice group of folks over here

If $10 is too much for you, I will do one and two card draws for however much you are willing to donate.

The decks I have on hand are:
Cats Eye Tarot
Tarot Of Trees
Halloween Tarot
Fallen Angel Oracle
Faerie Oracle

Pleaseplease signal boost this and help me A) get better with my cards and B) help out a brilliant group of people who shine like stars.