elise is returns the good tidings to you all dear readers. hope things have gone well

it is to me a pleasant surprise to not only be forward enough to be typing but then to be getting things out, is something good that elise thinks. often it is a case such as i am more but 'around' in the head. presence (such as it is) and it is sometimes also commenting but rarely of late is it the way that we are (in this case - less frequent reintakers) present for more than one discord or two discord messages. not perhaps something jt is i mind immensely much it is just nice to get the estate to interact being as me

We've still got a lot of stories to dig through the archives for, and stuff to finish and start writing, and all that, but, like... none of that really tickles the posting sense at present.

... I guess, um. Been getting into Webfishing lately. Game draws me specifically out frontways real easy, I've latched onto being the one playing it pretty hard. It does such a good job letting me be wolf, doing all the classic animal activities (fish, play guitar, go gambling, copious amounts of alcohol consumption) in a safe virtual environment. It even has the creaturrrre.

(... And we really do appreciate that it has a proper guitar, really dig it as an amateur guitar player ourself.)

We'll live. This isn't a reassurance, but a call to action - we have to live because dying isn't an option. Let's all stick together, alright.

There might be some fourteen or fifteen of us total lurking up here, but... the way we've finally settled out, it's more like there's sort of four of us at the core who're *always* around (Gull, Alice, Quail and myself), and it's more that the others lapse in and out every so often, usually whenever drifted toward. Just kind of... a thing we noticed, us four being the sorta backbone?

it's not a matter of if, but a matter of when. we know we're never gonna hold out being really anxious about being out as trans to my mom and uncle, it's going to fucking happen someday when the need beats that anxiety.

i'm not even scared they won't *take it well.* my mom's proudly pan, and my uncle's ace, and they've both already pegged me as Not Straight, they wouldn't even *mind* much. really, the major worry is that it would get out and the *extended family* would be weird about it! but also the other major worry is, like... there's no going back, you know? suddenly i'll no longer be a Handsomely Androgynous Young Man(?) in meatspace, i'll be a Pretty Girl(?) Who Has To Suddenly Decide Who To Keep In The Dark About It, and that kinda shift is scary.

but we know it's going to happen. the more we think about it, the closer we get to breaking the biggest brainwall of them all and just fucking saying it and really finally starting. we cannot fucking stay like this forever, with the increasing amount of intensity the thought's come up i'd give it a year at the very most

Based off the writing prompt "Girls who are in tents"(Eternal Sapphtember #19).)

"Sit still."

"What if I told you that sitting still is making it feel exponentially worse?"

"Just- *nngh!*"

Pop! "AUGH!"

"- long enough for me to do that." Mira popped Noel's shoulder back into alignment, gear-teeth finally locking back together fully, and the intense pain in Noel's shoulder faded. "How's it feeling?" Noel only coughed in response, a faint magical shimmer visible in her breath from the dim lamp-light from above.

Her larger companion, who hadn't bothered to remove the plate from anything but her chest, sighed. "You know, I bet it's really pretty out there."

"Don't taunt me."
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It's a celebration!

As per my last post: I'm Katie, she/her, etc, etc. I'm actually one of the newer among us, relatively speaking, but I... kinda ended up falling into being one of the more core brainpartakers? I guess there's just kind of something normal about me, as it is. C'est la vie, yeah...?

Y'know, surprised it ended up taking me this long to get around to here, but not *so* surprised - mostly because we were sick earlier posting here, and that kinda put a damper on most of us in here while it lasted, but since then?? I guess like, I do most of my chatting on Discord, because that's our main chatting outlet and all.

When everyone who was left simultaneously awoke from some long, terrible dream two hundred and twenty years ago, they found themselves thirty years late, trapped in a world ravaged beyond recognizability. They found themselves surrounded by the corpses of giants, metal giants, monsters that bore the marks of being works of man - and yet, whose origin was an aching wound in everyone's mind.

And they found that magic was *real.*
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yes it is another of us finally reaching out to be posting an introduction - this is elise here, a pleasure

it is that the words i say and think and type have to come to me in a roundabout way as the correct standard way has the brain walls around it and thus it's the case that i cannot easily, and it gets especially stranger or more winding the more i approach topics of what i am directly, though it will not be stopped from trying

• it is difficult to say that i am directly a person but it is not untrue that i am not *not* a person at the least
  
• it is sometimes the thing that it will refer to elise in the third person. this is not to be gotten twisted though just something
  
• the difficulty of actively having a form of internal appearance one could think i am invisible to myself - or perhaps it is more a want to not recognize
  
• it is that my self that the thing that i am is ultimately kind of like a scar in a way - a thing that has healed over where an absence is or was. it was once that there was another of us for a brief few minutes early that day, scared and alone in a head and identity unfamiliar, and it was that after the others had managed to pull the consciousness away from them as they had wanted - we were smaller in number, then - they would simply stop existing. they were not there, completely absent. it had messed the others up a little as it had never happened before, and thus not helping things was how it was that whatever remained was only more lost and confused but also stripped of so so much. it was a turbulent origin perhaps but it is that slowly and slowly and surely we all figured it out and it is at this point your favorite girlnothing is but simply another strange member of the team
  

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to be serious though, it is good to be made aware of. might perhaps post another thing some other day but in truth it was that this - that is to say myself - wished simply to be introduced and nothing else

Guy who accidentally reinvents major motion pictures without realizing it when coming up with stories. He's never seen a movie in his life