Thinking Of When I Had A Dream I Was An Aging White Father Of 3 Kids And My Weeping Wife Was Begging

It's that time of year again

you ever notice how dogs get along just fine without magic

Tch, you don't even know about the dog wizards

Day 5 (Five)

Gender Identities

Characters: “Flynn ‘Puck’ [he’s just called Flynn :) | SHOA], Hosah Azriel Elderhallow [D&D Campaign], & Kolimai [doesn’t need a last name | Disaster Crew]

  [Image Description: The first character on the left is a young (seemingly) masculine person who named Flynn. He is sitting on some object with one leg tucked under the other as if trying to balance something in his lap. He has light colored that is extremely thick (so much so that it is extremely fluffy and poofy) and has heterochromia, with his right eye being dark colored and his left eye being light colored (his eye colors have not been fully decided). Flynn has large black wings that are semi folded behind him. Flynn has a darker skin tone. Flynn has several scars visible, namely one slash on the right side of his face, a slash scar on his neck horizontally, a large burn on his left knee, a few others. Flynn is wearing a t shirt that says “Great Sage Equal to Heaven” on the front and the initials “SW” on the sleeve that are supposed to be a reference to “Sun Wukong.” Flynn is also wearing shorts with boots that are not the same color.

  The second character is near the center of the image, he is named Hosah. Hosah has light colored eyes and hair, though their hair is darker than Flynn’s. Hosah is wearing high waisted pants, boots that go up to the calf, and a button up shirt with a bola tie (I think that is the term for it but it doesn’t have the gem that bola ties seem to have). His hair is long and straight, it is in a loose pony tail that is draped over chest. They have several small scars and are wearing a band on their left arm that says “Druid,” there is also fire coming from their left hand in a ball. The is a small halo over his head, though Hosah is not dead, they are simply of celestial heritage. 

  The third character is only a head that is on the right. They have glasses and smooth hair. Their name is Kolimai.]

  [Text in Image: Flynn; Genderfluid (Flynn); He/They/Em (Flynn’s Pronouns, the last one is a neopronoun); Hosah Azriel Elderhallow; Demiboy (Hosah); He/They (Hosah’s Pronouns); Kolimai; Agender (Kolimai); They/Them (Kolimai’s Pronouns); Little Fae Jerk (an accurate yet oversimplified summary of Kolimai’s character); June 5th (fifth); Gender Identities; All three (3) are geniuses]

  Flynn can be simply described as Flynn by everyone, or some people describe him as a genius “Cotton-Eye Joe” (which he has no idea why they call him this as he has great vision and isn’t named anything close to Joesph) as no one knows where he came from or where he goes in his free time. Flynn was extremely quiet at first but then suddenly started to socialize, one day he behaved as if he was an observer then suddenly the next day, he blended into the class perfectly. Everyone thought that was just some kid but the more they talked to him the more they realized he was anything but a normal kid. The main thing everyone figured out quickly, he somehow knows almost everything to know about math and science but has never heard of anything related to pop culture. He didn’t even know what ice cream or soda was. 

  Hosah is an Archdruid of the highest order, who spends his days helping the small town he helped found with an old school friend and managing many businesses. Well, most people don’t think he’s a druid, due to the fact that never shapeshifts, he is always Good Ole’ Hosah. He often pays his friend Crypt visits in their forest.

  Kolimai is the leader of the odd jobs business they run with Stephan and Nicoren. They also have an OBSURD amount of doctorates, because what else are immortals supposed to do? Stephan and Kolimai met when Stephan was 10 during the aftermath of the garlic bread incident. And Stephan & Kolimai met Nicoren at the same time. While the Kolimai knows a decent amount about the other two, they don’t really know a lot. They know Kolimai is cursed, and they know that their immortality and eternal youth aren’t curse... but other than that, they don’t know sh*t.

  Image drawn on June 5th (fifth) or 6/5/2022.

Honestly, I do not know. I can only assume that it is either the name of some saint I don't remember or just another name for Jesus.

not to sound like a confused jew (which i am) but who the fuck is noel and why is he christmas

Y do u hate when people say "previous tags"

Etiquette.

Dude has a death wish

Computers are very simple you see we take the hearts of dead stars and we flatten them into crystal chips and then we etch tiny pathways using concentrated light into the dead star crystal chips and if we etch the pathways just so we can trick the crystals into doing our thinking for us hope this clears things up.

A New Level of Hurt 

Logan's friends keep letting him down

Logan Sanders angst

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, self deprecating thoughts 

Word count: 778

Incoming text from Virgil: 

Hey! Sorry that this is so last minute, but we have to cancel, Lo :( Something just came up… We’ll see you next time tho 

His phone hit the bed with a soft thump. Again? His friends usually canceled the plans he made, but no matter how many times it happened, he was still let down. Why did he even try anymore? 

Collapsing back onto the mattress, he stared at the ceiling. They had no problem following through with the plans they made, but when it came to him, there were so many painfully comical excuses. What was it about him? Was he actually as annoying as he thought? Was he a damper on their fun? What was the problem? 

Mustering up just barely enough politeness to reply, he picked up his phone. 

You sent: 

No problem, Virgil. See you another time. :) 

He couldn’t identify the feeling building in his chest, but he knew it was uncomfortable. Picturing them all sitting around Virgil’s phone, laughing at how gullible he was, the feeling grew worse. 

“Logan’s so fucking stupid! I can’t believe he actually thinks we want to hang out with him.” 

“When is he going to stop inviting us over? I’m starting to feel bad for him.” 

“I’m surprised he keeps believing our excuses, they’re getting pretty bad. But he’s so naive, I bet he actually thinks something happened!” 

His breathing was becoming heavy, and the room started to feel like it was closing in. His friends must hate him, that’s the only explanation, right? 

“No- logically speaking, anything could’ve happened, they’re most likely telling the truth, there’s no need to get worked up.” He thought. 

However, even as logical as he was, nothing could stop the negative thoughts from overtaking the rational ones. 

Tears were collecting in his eyes, but he was trying as hard as possible to resist them. This was such a dumb thing to get upset over. He should’ve known. How could he have been so stupid? 

If Roman, Patton, and Virgil abandoned him, he’d be alone. They were his only friends. Would he be able to deal with being friendless? 

He suddenly remembered some advice he’d once given to Virgil. If you’re anxious, you should find a healthy distraction. 

Looking around his dimly lit room, desperately trying to find something to take his mind off the disappointment and hurt, he came up empty handed. 

His phone made a noise, pulling his attention toward the spot where it had been abandoned. That could be an adequate distraction, right?

Scrolling through the various apps, he opened Instagram. Bad choice. 

The first picture on his feed was of his friends together. It hadn’t been posted today, but last night. 

They were standing in front of an old building downtown, dressed to the nines. 

The caption read: 

Friends who slay together, stay together. 

He didn’t even have to look at the user to know it came from Roman.

Logan figured they hung out without him, and that was okay, but actually seeing it in front of him was a different story. 

Without even thinking about it, his fingers scrolled to the next picture. Thankfully, neither Virgil nor Patton had posted pictures, but he still wished he hadn’t seen it at all. 

He envisioned them mocking him again. Walking around downtown in suits and ties, talking about how glad they were it was just the three of them. 

It was safe to say this “healthy” distraction was not working. He put his phone on silent, shoved it into a drawer, and sat on the floor. 

He’d never been so uncomfortable in his life. That was the only word he could think of to describe this horrible feeling that had made a home in his stomach and now his chest. As he laid back, he realized he’d been shaking and sweating. The hardwood floor felt benevolent on his bare arms, so he removed his shirt in hopes of cooling down faster. 

The thing was, he was let down constantly. It had been happening his entire life, this was something he’d gotten used to. Why was this time any different? 

Did this confirm everything he’d ever thought about himself? 

Maybe he actually was a horrible person who wasn’t worth anyone’s time or attention. That’s why he was always alone. 

He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of those thoughts. 

“I think this is a new level of hurt.” He whispered to himself while watching the ceiling fan spin circles over his head.

Watching the fan spin, he was growing sleepy. 

His eyes closed and he felt himself begin to fall asleep.