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([staff profile] mark posting in [site community profile] dw_maintenance Feb. 3rd, 2026 10:25 pm)

Hi all!

I'm doing some minor operational work tonight. It should be transparent, but there's always a chance that something goes wrong. The main thing I'm touching is testing a replacement for Apache2 (our web server software) in one area of the site.

Thank you!

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([personal profile] voxel Jan. 29th, 2026 09:30 am)
I belong to a feathered people. We have cloacae and little reproductive difference. Whosoever wishes to lay eggs might do so. Whosoever wishes to produce sperm might do so. That means we don't have any concept quite like human sex/gender. We certainly have individuals whose personal sense of style aligns more with my human cultural ideas of masculinity or of femininity or of androgyny. Don't mistake them for men or women though.

It's funny—I'm Grian, but that has less to do with my life in EVO and Hermitcraft and more to do with what "Grian-ness" represents to Us: avian humanity, casual and flexible masculinity, Minecraft prowess, storytelling, bringing people together, a penchant for harmless trolling, the scary side of therianthropy and plurality, a connection to the divine.

We perceive gods. An athiest does not. Neither& of us are wrong. Gods exist in our perception and in a space outside of perception or lackthereof. The truth value of a god's existence is not comparable to that of anything tangible. A god is a social construct that retroactively creates its own history. Gods, existing in a realm outside our own, are more real than anything tangible. They predate us and will outlast us. Men create gods. Gods create men. All is chicken. All is egg.
Explanatory note: there is a later entry that explains this paragraph's contradictions.
Inspired from a writing exercise on tumblr that requested for student to write on a theme of their life in 10 sentences, again and again, never the same exact way. The author mentioned it made for better writing as it went on, so I am curious to apply it to such a theme. Don't expect very good writing.

1. I am a bird. 

I was born animalistic.
Throughout my life, I experienced instincts my peers did not, I felt wings my peers did not, I felt like my body was not fitting right in a ways other children did not. I drew self-portraits dressed in scales and feathers, and I viewed myself through the eyes of dragons in stories I read. For very long I thought I was alone in this and prayed for something to put me rightfully back in another skin. While a teenager, I discovered communities of people who thought they were dragons and wolves and many other beasts. I also discovered many of the ways what I thought was wyvern-like was strangely bird-like, but not like any bird I knew of. I met many birds, from crows to falcons to cormorants and macaws. I met many other things too, flying and swimming and running but unlike me. I searched for something like me, cross-toed and sun-loving and feathered and fast.
Geococcyx californianus. 

2. Absence of a bird

Today I woke up with no feathers to preen and no wings to splay to soak up the heat.
I did not need to chase movement to catch an insect or a careless reptile in the stones. 
I did not coo, I did not clack, for there is no one who can answer. 
I do not leave cross-toed tracks in the mud, nor do I see the warm toned dirt, the joshua tree or the red tailed hawk. 
I feel no breath through my whole body for I am half choked by this strange body of mine. 
I cannot raise my crest at you or pin my eyes, so forgive the impoliteness of my absent design. 
I am the bird that lives in the negative space left in the corner of the eye.
I exist only in what I lack and what I miss;
But do not feel sorry for me, for I will still exist just fine.
With my nowhere-beak and my nowhere-calls, I am the nowhere-bird in human-shawl.

3. Are you even human?

Define human. I am a person. I am bodily Homo sapiens. I have two prehensile thumbs, I wear clothes, I listen to music and I make art. I love, maybe, I try. Yet I do not feel human. Can you feel human ? Does anyone feel human ? Is it not, by design, a human characteristic to be able to choose, to reject, one's species ? The question passes; I am a bird anyways. 

4. In Memoriam

On March 2020, or perhaps 2021, I tried to kill myself. My view of time has been somewhat hazy ever since. It was an act of rebellion against life, against god, against every prayers I'd made to wake up in a body that is mine and a life that feels real. I stubbornly live and I stubbornly continue to refuse my body. I will hack at it and I will distort my skin and bones until it feels right, I will bring the scalpel to my skin in mock autopsy until I reveal all the synapomorphies that connect me to what I should be. Do you hear me ? I say to nothing and no-one, to what never answered. Do you hear me ? In another book, Sappho says "someone will remember us I say even in another time". Do you hear me? 

5. Xerocole

It is 40°C out, and I thrive. The air smells of burnt dust and heat, the air is heavy against my skin, almost like swimming in water. My tail sways left, to right, to left, to right. I can feel the top of my crest startle up as a lizard skitters past, fleeing. I hesitate, but do not follow. There are plenty of things for me to chase here. No one can tell, that my beak is half open in a gape, that my wings flutter as I perch upon a stone. It is my secret. I pause, cock my head rapidly, as all birds do. Here, in the summer heatwave, for a minute, I feel whole.

6. Play pretend

I am twelve at the time. I boot up minecraft. I create an egg in beige terracotta, filled with water. I lock my character inside it, and start holding my breath as I switch the game mode to survival. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 8, 9, 10... I imagine myself in my eggshell, my lungs aching for a breath of air i've never taken, burning, instinct taking over. I break the shell. I gasp. My lungs hurt. I do it again. 

7. Taxidermy

As a child, I was fascinated with parasites. I still feel fondness for them, who can survive only through other things. Later, I would start collecting feathers, almost by compulsion. I'd stare a little too hard at dead birds. I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart when I saw them. Perhaps curiosity. Perhaps jealousy. If I cut you open, dead bird, will I learn what's inside of me? Will you become part of me, dead bird, I feel like a patchwork of ill fitting things, can you replace the parts of me that were never meant to be? I can only know you in death, I harm any of the wild things like you by touch only, but perhaps, in your stillness, I will learn how to live as only me. 

8. Brood Parasite

I have a brother. It is curious for a bird to be born in the nest of a human, but
Greater roadrunners are occasionally brood parasites, say ornithologists. I search articles upon articles to explain how a bird can be born with human skin. I learn of Ceyx and Alcyone and of the Swan Maidens or Philomela and Procne. At 7 years old, I wonder if I must die to gain my wings. At 23, I still do not know. I look at my brother, and I do not recognize the traits he shares with me. I wonder what he thinks of me, if he understand, on some level, that I am not human, or if I have him duped as any good parasite should. Can a nest parasite feel guilty, of the family it has duped to be born? I read articles.

9. "Truth"

I am a therianthrope because I am. I do not need to explain it. Even if I had never written a word of it, even if it had been my most well kept secret, even if I had never known the word, I would have been a therianthrope. I cannot imagine a way for me to be alive where I am not a therianthrope, because I was always a therianthrope, and the yearning in my chest has been a constant throughout my life. I will be a therianthrope when I do groceries as much as when I stalk lizards. I will be a therianthrope even if I die a human. I will be a therianthrope even if everyone I meet deems me a liar. I will be a therianthrope even if I give up one day, and decide to bury it in shame, because I was a therianthrope even before I learned that I had the option not to be ashamed. Therianthrope, therianthrope, therianthrope. I will be a therianthrope  even if i repeat it until it loses meaning. 

10. Finale 

I am writing words on a screen. It is very much not what makes me feel most bird-like, yet it is the majority of what anyone else will be able to consume about what it means to be me. How do I transcribe into words things I struggle to even explain logically ? It is an obsession, to be able to capture what I mean when i say "I am a bird", into a way that someone who is not a bird could comprehend, to be heard, to have someone say "me too!". Would I even accept someone saying they were also a roadrunner, 23 years into being the only one ? Does it even matter, to think about it. Three sentences left. Two. Once this is posted, I will get up, and I will go outside, and I will sun myself. I will feel my feathers ruffle in the wind, and I will feel happy. 

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([personal profile] lb_lee Feb. 2nd, 2026 05:02 pm)
Hey everybody, it's that time again: time to vote for which stuff gets the LiberaPay/Patreon money this month! We've got some new zines/comics on the pile this month, because I finally sold my last copy of Rumbleghost!

As always, anyone can vote (please do!), but LiberaPay and Patreon patrons get double weight for their votes.  (Due to Patreon's porn purges, I really encourage you to use LiberaPay, if you get a choice.) If you want to see the blurbs for any of these works, those are here!  (You can also leave your requests there; requesting a story or essay is always free!) If you don't have a DW and so can't do the poll, that's okay; just leave your vote in the comments below; anon comments are turned on.

Which works gets the money, and thus posted this month?  YOU CHOOSE, readers!

Poll #34175 2026 February Fan Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 18


Did you toss LiberaPay/Patreon money my way last month?

View Answers

Yes (my votes count double)
5 (100.0%)

What writing gets posted this month?

View Answers

Infinity Smashed: Born Lucky
5 (29.4%)

Reverend Alpert: the Traveling Exorcist
3 (17.6%)

Henchwench for Hire (F/F supervillainy)
2 (11.8%)

Rutless (trans omegaverse porno)
4 (23.5%)

Crazy Boys Get Money (autobio heist)
10 (58.8%)

The Battle-Axe and the Blood-Eater (pseudo-Greco-Roman blood sports)
4 (23.5%)

What art/comic/zine gets posted this month?

View Answers

Cult Comix
4 (25.0%)

Death Watch
5 (31.2%)

Protection
2 (12.5%)

Thrown Away
0 (0.0%)

Sneak Attack!
5 (31.2%)

Barred from Pokemon Forever
11 (68.8%)

Possessions (Rumbleghost)
2 (12.5%)

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([personal profile] gillman Feb. 1st, 2026 09:02 pm)
 I do have to wonder if I am a minotaur because of how often we are in a state of transition. Transition has always been very hard for me. As a child, transition meant I was leaving a place of comfort (my mother) and going to a place of stress (my father). When it comes to my sensory issues, a transition means going from one sensory experience to another, which may be unexpected or unpleasant. In school, which I have not yet left, it is always a transition from one grade to the next. I bounce between science and the arts, in both curriculum and career. There is a never ending application process, constantly looking for a new place to live and new roommates. And within myself, I am in constant transition between someone I want to be (queer, expressive, a bit strange) and someone I have to preform as (straight, a good sorority girl, keeping up appearances for my family.), or between a version of myself that I have crafted to keep me safe (the fictional gillman) and the version of myself that remains untouched (the wild jersey devil). My gender, my family history, other things that I won't dive into here....

Much of this is because I'm young. My childhood was unusual in that way, but adolescence and young adulthood is nothing but transition after transition... 

The Minotaur is about transition, about that state of being In-Between, unable to fully pull myself up onto one bank or the other. I think about being a gillman and a jersey devil, about how I struggle to draw lines as to where one ends and the other begins. There is such a distance between them, the things that they embody and experience, but they are just two points on my spiderweb. I remind myself that in being a Minotaur, I will likely never be able to draw clear lines within myself. 

I'm sure adulthood will sort itself out and I will become more sure of things. I'm sure that my reasons for being a Minotaur will eventually fade into the background and become just a small pebble on the mountain of identity-formation. But right now the yolk is heavy, and I haven't gone to the gym in a few months. 

All of this being said, I don't think being secure in things would make me happy. Knowing things such as housing or grad school results would ease me, of course, but within my identity? I don't think I could ever wish my complexity away. I think wishing and washing and tumbling along is apart of it. I think that being still or stationary or sure in anything takes away a bit of the allure. I am in a bath of ice water, and it is good for me, and I just need to dunk my head in and relish in it. I am generally good at relishing in things, so long as I remember to try. I think about one of my favorite songs. 

Slouching towards the sky's extent
From the edges of a waste
With something darker than a hope
Something brighter, still in fate
In the saddle of my tauntaun
Is a sapphire studded ring
And I keep it to remind me
Who I am and what I'll be
 
When true simplicity is gained
How much then is lost?
I invested in them feelings
I paid dearly for them thoughts
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([personal profile] voxel Jan. 26th, 2026 10:40 am)
Many act as if basic decency—not being racist, not bullying, seeing fascism for what it is, sharing instead of hoarding, etc.—is the greatest virtue there is. While a person who learns decency after being taught only dishonor should be encouraged, these sorts of behaviors are only the first step. Real improvement comes not from recognizing that there is violence and dishonor, but from concrete planning and action that leaves room only for honor and justice. We often see people behaving this way online. They take such gradeschool knowledge as "Do not bully" or "Do not be bigoted" for profound, revolutionary wisdom. We seek true change to Our world—change for the better—but are met only with repetition of the same simple knowledge over and over. Even an in-person talk We recently attended showed similar problems.
Clarifying notes: We do expect this kind of behavior from children—they're still learning—but We see it all too often from adults as well. That's the real problem We're trying to get at.

We need to tell others about the tribe—especially those who seem to feel the call as well. That is the first sort of person who belongs. It seems that they are especially receptive to the ideas and that they dream big. There will be other sorts of people who shall reveal themselves. Keep an eye out always for them. We shall be lovers, we shall be dreamers, and the world we build together shall be right here, on the far side of the rainbow.

We've been getting visions. We are a wolf running through a forest. We are a wolf running down into a vast, grassy valley. It is overcast, perhaps drizzling. This valley is, or was, or will be, a battlefield. Sometimes Our pack is there and sometimes they are not. The forest is joyful. The valley is beautiful but dangerous.

"/ - geek spirtuality" - Animal Quills — LiveJournal

The lovely [personal profile] caninecorundum found this and shared it with Us on discord. It puts into words something We've been trying to articulate for a long time.

Wondrous Tr*nny Life - Thesis Film 2026 - YouTube

This animated short film about a transmasculine creature really spoke to Us when it appeared in Our youtube recommendations.

Read this first: “A Cultpunk Manifesto” – CULTPUNK

Xylia (of Wonderlight) shared this in her Transcosmia discord server. Coming to Us at a time when the gods are calling Us to a journey, it felt very empowering.

The Ratpile Resource

We haven't investigated this one Ourselves, but it's a new resource site from a tulpamancy system. It was shared by Phosphor of NinethLions in the Otherconnect discord server.

Nortantis Fantasy Map Creator — J. and J. Heydorn

This is sort of like a simpler version of that Inkarnate website, but it's a local program. We found it while looking for map makers to draw Our internal world.

North + South Passenger Rail

These are plans to build a new rail line across the lower peninsula of Michigan! Arcade (of [personal profile] vitaanteacta) shared this in Our Great Lakes Alterhuman+ discord server.

Creature Rigs | Creature Bionics

This company makes body attachments for animal-like movement. The examples they give are motion capture (for animation), stage performance, and exercise. Felid/Smolpaw sent a couple videos of their mini arm xtensions in the Otherconnect discord server, so We sought the website out.

What Fantasy Gets Wrong About Sacred Groves | Nebula

This is ReligionForBreakfast's latest video. I'm not sure what compelled Us to share it here, but I feel like it ties in nicely with other things We've been doing. (youtube link for those who don't have Nebula)

osteophage: Arguments Against Wikia/Fandom

Whenever We ask people to avoid fandom.com, there's always some curious soul wondering why. Well, here's why. mord (of allium house) shared this in the Otherkin Wiki discord server while we were discussing finally sending our leaving-fandom message (apparently we haven't actually done this yet in the 2 or 3 years since we jumped ship).

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([personal profile] gillman Feb. 1st, 2026 09:07 am)
 I've done everything I can do. I've paid all the application fees and turned in all my resumes and writing samples.... and two of my three letters of recommendation have been submitted. But half of my grad school applications close today, and one of my recommenders hasn't submitted hers. 

I've sent follow up emails and the like with success, her email is correct in the system. I don't think there is anything else I can do, she just has to do it. I don't know if applications have closed already of if they're due tonight. None of these websites clarify. I'm just sort of being eaten alive by it right now. I don't know if recommendation letters are on the same deadline that I'm on, either, so maybe I'm stressing out for nothing. Maybe she'll do it and everything will be fine. I don't know. I'm just frustrated. 

She's my strongest one, too. I've done my best work by far in her class. Not that my others are weak, but man.... If she wasn't going to do it I wish she would have told me so that I could find another professor to write one. 

I'll try and go to her office Monday. She doesn't check her emails on the weekend, so any attempt to reach out now wouldn't be seen until tomorrow anyway. 

The ones due today (last night...?) aren't my top choices anyway. If I get into at least one of my other options then it wouldn't matter at all. But what if I don't get into those and I've lost my other chances by no fault of my own? 

Frustrating! Not enjoyable! I want to go on a walk and get some coffee but it's below freezing and my amphibious ass can't stand it. 

Edit: I spoke to her today and she said "they don't care!" so I'm trusting her with it! She turned them in just now, so I guess I'll be fine. I would really appreciate if there was more clarification about when letters are due, as well as if she'd had said something about that previously. She was the professor who really helped me prepare for this process, and as far as I had been told, the deadlines were hard. But I guess there is wiggle room for recommenders. It makes sense. But boy did it stress me the hell out. 
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([personal profile] voxel Jan. 25th, 2026 09:47 am)
Growing up on the Internet has taught Us nothing if not the inevitability of ephemerality.
When we first encounter her, I couldn't understand her. Lady speaks fully and only Korean, and while in some strange way Akumu can speak to her whilst speaking only in Japanese, Lady somehow can converse back. Yajuu, meanwhile, having similar trouble but actually nonexistent in language ability, downright dislikes her. Their first conflict is forever etched in my memory.

Because I'm the main and often sole person in charge of my side of outer world business, I'm often not around. Added on to the fact me and Lady can only communicate one way since she understands English, I don't really get to connect with her.

I relied on my fellow dream dragons a lot in terms of dealing with the inner world happenings. I guess I sort of let the matter of taking care of and hosting Lady to the two. This was a problem when the two aren't here (for the time being). I was grieving, and I still couldn't understand Lady, we were never close to begin with as well, I suppose this is when Lady learned to entertain herself.

By the time there was a new void creature, when I have Crowley and Aziraphale showing up, and met the Doctor and TARDIS, Lady is already fully self sufficient. She still comes back to her nest to rest or take care of whatever private business she have in there. After the celestial duo did some miraculous auto-translation, I started greeting Lady daily, and interact with her semi-regularly.

One day, she got herself a tiny dinosaur. Lady went Beyond the Floating Island often, exploration and excursion. During the time when Doctor was around, him and Lady was a explorer team. I also figured out that Lady got fruits from the Beyond. Through the others, I know there are expanding jungles and wild dinosaurs out there, and I suspect a lot of what's out there would be Ark: Survive like, what with how much me and friends played it for a long time, I suppose it all trickle down to my subconscious and created a whole world out there.

The dinosaur Lady adopted was featherless, and very screechy. The most likely species is probably the compy. Lady proudly showed it to me. She said it's a friend. I told her to make sure it doesn't bother us, especially me and Crowley, as I can't promise that the tiny dinosaur won't get eaten. Lady doesn't really seem to show much emotion beyond cheerful and joy these days.

Although I remembered, when asked for heart's desire, "I want to go home".

She could not, her home is gone.

She affirmed me that she will take responsibility for the little critter. Really, that should have been a sign, or omen. Although not necessary a bad one. But definitely not a good one either, no matter the presence of Crowley and Aziraphale.

Later on, when I asked her about its name, my mind perceived something along the lines of "gaga" and "gazi" or some such. Either way, life goes on.


One night, she did not come back to her nest. I panicked as I wont to do, worriedly telling friends and communities of Lady being gone, and also asking the supernatural duo to help me look for Lady, and call for my help should they run into trouble.

Later on, I would think on my overbearingness. These two are powerful in their own right, all of my realm denizens are. The giga was a unprepared jump-scare and not indicative that they couldn't handle themselves.

Couple hours later, Aziraphale grabbed my attention.

"Um, Ryuu, we have found Lady. Though perhaps you should be here."

You can hear the trepidation clearly. I quickly rush into the inner world, honing in on where they are. When I got there, the scene in front of me reminded me that maybe, just maybe, I really should pay more attention to the foreshadowing of universes. In front of us is Lady, all fine and healthy and safe, and surrounded by a massive pack of compsognathus. The thought that "Lady is their queen" crossed my mind at that moment.

Lady noticed us and visibly brightened. She greeted us and told us about her new friends, then started introducing them one by one. Crowley checked out very early on, I only managed to catch a few, with only "Sparkles" left in my head after the whole ordeal. I just know Aziraphale memorized them all very carefully. He's kind like that. Lady's first compy also happen to just be Gaga-gazi.

With Lady seeming fine and happy, we leave her be. I can't remember if I offered her explicitly about connecting the compy nest to the Den, but I had the active thought in my mind.

Really, really, Ryuu, why do you do this to yourself. Sometimes I am oblivious in the most awkward way. Because really, what possible next step can there be? It isn't paranoia if thought-leak to the world do happen and things following suit do happen, monkey's paw without even the wishing part. Mostly. Since I avoid actively wishing for anything, the outcome are usually manageable. And also, just general sign pointing to things.

A day or two later, I just had this sudden sense of intensity, white noise, pressure, something hard to describe. But this time I was able to decipher it correctly, it was a "uh-oh." I was right. The moment I drop down into the inner world, there is a massive amount of compy inside the Den. I don't see Crowley or Aziraphale anywhere, so either they aren't around, or they decide to avoid this whole mess. I would too, but no, I gotta take care of this. I miss Akumu.

I found Lady, who seems to be showing the little nightmares around, I even recognized Sparkles and Gaga-gazi. Catching up to her, I asked what she's doing with all these compy. See, Lady and I, while she is auto-translated, I don't know if she really do just speak that much, or if it's the translator's capability, she always do short sentences that are rather simple. So imagine a complex situation like this and I'm trying to figure out while she gave me basically spark notes. It is to no fault of her own, just something for me to work around. Either way, near the end I put my foot down for this, she cannot have the whole pack here in the main Den. She can have her colony inside her own subden, I vaguely know there's likely a growing tunnel system within Lady's subden (just like there is a whole Garden worthy of Eden's name in Crowley's and spiraling bookshop that is really a library in Aziraphale's). She'd cleared them all out since I no longer sense anything while I'm in my outer world, I just know the pack is there in Lady's subden and it's likely connected back to the compy pack's original nest. Oh well.
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([personal profile] dreamdragon Jan. 17th, 2026 11:13 pm)
We are trying out various personal terms for categorizations. Comet is for Travelers--those who are not Residents but may be given  ways to find the realm again should they leave, and Visitors--those who got here but were not given a means to return should they leave.


Near a week ago, the Doctor and the TARDIS are just gone one day. 

It took me that near week anxiously agonizing over it to came up with a theory. 

Maybe the Doctor knew or sensed something about me offering him a permanent residency, regardless if he can still leave or not. Or the TARDIS figured it out. They did leave right before I solidify that decision in my mind, and I occasionally am telepathically linked with at least the TARDIS. 

I can still hear the TARDIS sometimes, never anything long, just a short sound and impression or two. But she's out there with her Doctor. 

I also recall seeing the 11th Doctor. And I've always been a bit confused and largely given up with confusing events or time or if something actually happened or not within the Dream Realm. Some I have better grasp if it's something that did happened, some I can tell is more my imagination scenario. But that event of 11th Doctor showing up, I could never tell whichever way it was.

What if the Doctor I'd had stayed around for a bit did came back in his next generation once? That seem a Doctor thing to do, just like it's a Doctor thing to do to leave if someone's about to invite them to stay.


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([personal profile] dreamdragon Dec. 25th, 2025 12:53 am)
I was reading a fic about Crowley and Aziraphale showing off a little of their True Form to Adam. I got curious and asked how big Crowley can get since there is no limit within the Dream Realm.

He filled up the mouth of the Den, head and neck poking out. It was pretty cool. Think his head reached the top of the mountain.

Lady fly up to the mouth of the cave from elsewhere, all awed and intrigued, the Doctor follow behind, greeted us and ask what we are doing.

“I asked them how big they can get.”

I had momentary uncertainty with the pronoun. It kind of just slipped out. Crowley doesn’t seem to mind, I had to check via sending a mental question.

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” Doctor then proceeds to take out his sonic screwdriver to scan Crowley.

“Oi, watch it with your fancy stick, face-stealer” Crowley is not amused. He’s always a bit weird with the Doctor. Understandably so. He’s talking about how the sonic screwdriver can break, not calibrated for supernatural and pure magical beings like us. 

“Oh don’t worry, the TARDIS has been working on adapting to here. Should be able to—“

“It’sss not like you can find anything you couldn’t just ask about.” Crowley is all for asking questions, even if accepting question from the Doctor.
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([personal profile] dreamdragon Dec. 28th, 2025 12:49 am)
After seemingly endless time of nonstop Popular or Popular Song looping in the broadcast radio in the inner world, partner suggest a song, Rhythm of Love by Plain White T's. Playing it on discord's own Rhythm apparently came with its own shuffle and find music features. 

Songs that are soft and cozy pop continues to play. There is no longer Popular playing, easily pushed away, which no miracle nor sonic screwdriver or sheer will seem to be able to disappear the repeating song. 

A moment of peace. The music now playing provides a gentle sort of tranquility. 

Crowley, appearing on my right, gave my shoulder a pat, I gave him a nuzzle in turn. 
Aziraphel, appearing on my left, give me a gentle head rub, I press into his side softly too.
Lady came up, and we rub our snout against each other a little.
Doctor walks up, gave me a beaming smile, faintly our minds touch, threads and whisper of abstract thoughts and concepts flowing back and forth. 

Everyone settled down, one by one, as I lay myself down on my side and grew big, grew long. I allow a pair of front limbs, and will away the hind limbs. Aziraphale and Crowley cuddled together, laid back against my chest. Lady curled up right at my tail, while the Doctor settled between everyone, back against my belly. We feel, for a moment of peace.
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([personal profile] dreamdragon Dec. 23rd, 2025 12:36 am)
There was a sudden flash pressure that is nearly a headache for me. Localized. There is a sense that is tied to the inner world, so I went and checked.

I found the void creature outside its cave. It is extending tendrils up into the sky, making me think of Mononoke Hime’s scene with the forest god when his head got cut off. It’s slowly spreading across the sky too, the tendrils.

I try to get it to stop, talking to it, and it continues to ignore me. I still can’t sense any malice. In panic, I grew bigger.

The Doctor appeared with his sonic already scanning, I couldn’t parse or perceive if he is trying to say something, or if he couldn’t get a result. 

My mind flashed to the Doctor talking about my lack of internal organs. Put that thought on hold for another day.

Slowly, Crowley and Aziraphale showed up in sleepwear on my right, and Lady flew up next to my left. I can’t let them be hurt, they are under my care and protection now.

I grew big. And I shift. More wings popping out—one, two, three, six, eight pairs—I lost track. My neck grew longer, horns elaborate and ornate, bigger. There are two more head sprouting from my shoulders, I know they are echos of Akumu and Yajuu, I miss them, but the heads feel like husks at the moment. It feels like I’m attempting to grow more eyes, but it’s not in my being’s essence for many eyes, so instead my eyes, just the two of them, turned slit like. I don’t need my eyes to see, my nose, and my senses for the ethereal, they are strong. No legs though. Arms, I think I have one pair, but I also grew many. There are a lot of tails swishing around.

“Oi.” I called out towards the void creature. Urging it to best not hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt it either. 

It slowly opens it’s wing-like structure, and, it floats up. I have momentary scene in my mind where it went towards my chaos cloud to be absorbed by it. 

It went up instead. 

Not wanting to wreck my barriers, I open a hole to let it pass through. It’s just gone. 

I feel exhausted. 

Shrunken back down to smaller amphithere form, I bid everyone a good night. Turning to fae to alight on the Doctor’s shoulder, I almost asked him to bring me with him, but I just blink myself back to the hidden alcove in the Den. Going to sleep this off.
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([personal profile] voxel Jan. 23rd, 2026 11:01 am)
The veil is not a barrier between this world and a separate, more magical world. It is a mental barrier that prevents you from seeing the fullness and magic of this world. There is magical potential in all things. Europe's Enlightenment period separated magic from science. It is our duty to restore their bond. The veil will not fall all at once in some great cataclysm. It will happen bit by bit: person by person, community by community. You must rend the veil in your head and help others rend theirs. There is no higher world or power that can save us all at once. We must build Heaven on Earth, together. While there are almost certainly gods & spirits and heavens & hells in some form or another, it is not they who have the capacity to reshape our societies. It is only us.
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([personal profile] lb_lee Jan. 30th, 2026 04:51 pm)
Since the Vice articles apparently got taken down, this Mashable article by Raksha Muthukumar, "Adult creators are still getting debanked — but it doesn't just impact them," is the best summary I have of how a bunch of middle-men can get between you, a consenting paying customer, and a willing seller of legal work. (Back when itch.io banned AllFam, I likened this to being jerked around by the guys who made the cash register.)

AllFam is still banned on itch.io, and if Payhip/Patreon goes down next, we'll probably end up on Ream. But just so y'all know, this is an ongoing problem, and for a lot more people than just us.

EDIT: also, Apple's on their Patreon shit again, so please, please, if you want to support our work, do it through your browser and not some app that allows yet another middle-man to chokehold our business. I swear, I'm this close to just taking checks through the damn mail or something, because then at least we only have to deal with the post office and the banks...
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([personal profile] lb_lee Jan. 30th, 2026 12:57 pm)
We Will All Go Together When We Go
Summary: a failed stand-up comedian walks into a bar at the end of the world. What’re you having?
Series: none (stand-alone)
Word Count: 1400
Notes: Winner of the January 2026 fan poll, originally written 1/2/2020… and man, I don't know how I feel about posting this story considering what's happening politically right now. This is a rare case where I’ll be quoting liberally from a real song, because Tom Lehrer, who made “We Will All Go Together When We Go,” put all of his music and lyrics into the public domain in 2022. (https://tomlehrersongs.com/disclaimer/) You can listen to the song and read the lyrics here: https://tomlehrersongs.com/we-will-all-go-together-when-we-go/ He died July 26, 2025.

A funny thing happened today, on the way to Armageddon. Buy me a drink and I’ll tell you all about it!

Because I was there, that’s why. No, there, there. In shitting distance when it came down. Amazing I wasn’t killed.

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Chuckles. Everyone’s a critic nowadays. You buying or not?

That’s better. Okay, so it went like this…

Down by the old maelstrom, / There'll be a storm before the calm... )

Written by Gavin Reed-Machina on January 30th, 2026.

See, the problem with fronting, being embodied, being the person who’s talking and thinking and feeling in the main self-space of our skull, is that - honestly? Genuinely? I don’t want to be honest with people!

Well, obviously that’s a simplification. I’m a pretty honest person when it comes to everything besides me. I’ve written a couple of essays about my humanity and personhood and an earlier post venting about in-system caregiver burnout. All of those have real, sincere opinions I’ve held.

Read more... )
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([personal profile] voxel Jan. 22nd, 2026 10:59 am)
A tribe of animal-people, of shifters and trannies. Curiosity and knowledge are great virtues. It takes a village to raise a child. Are our children shifters as well? It is Our calling to start this tribe. We will go out into the world & find its members. They might be anywhere and they might look & sound like anything. They might not even know yet who they are. Once We find the first few, they shall be sent out to find more. It might not be possible to find all of them—there will forever be people newly discovering that they belong here.

Do not mistake today's advice or worries for tomorrow's wisdom or prophecy.

Computer is much more fun when it is recognized as Computer. It's not like the analog world & you shouldn't expect it to be. Minecraft is an Earth simulator, but sometimes its terrain generation behaves strangely. We call them uncanny hills because they have Earth-like composition but alien shapes. They reach to the heavens and the hells and they soar & twist. They are fantastical reminders of Minecraft's digital nature. These hills have been in the game at least since 1.7, probably even earlier—Beta or even Infdev. That would mean this feature has be retained through a generational overhaul, or even upwards of three or more.

The calling involves a vague notion of stars falling. We are all made of start dust. Does that mean we are fallen stars?
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([personal profile] lb_lee Jan. 30th, 2026 07:32 am)
(Everyone else can just ignore this; this is specifically for the one who emailed me using the name Thor.)

Hey, sorry to be a bother, just responded to your email about a week ago and heard nothing back, and I’m just making sure my new email worked for you and things didn’t disappoint into the void! Let me know!
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