THE CROSS DIED NOT BUT PASSED WITHIN

@carapacecross / carapacecross.tumblr.com

when the travelling-kinds of the carapace cross return, how many of us will answer the heart-lifting buzz of their call? one in every thousand? one in every ten? there will be no second dawn - the cross will walk among us - and when the wing-buzz, the heart-shrill, the star-song, goes out, when we are called to travel again beyond the sky - how many of us will go with them? librarian or thirteen (or other kin names when applicable) - they/them - adult - alterhuman sideblog computerqueer → ecdysis-apotheosis → scp5069 → carapacecross I AM PRO-ENDOGENIC AND ANTI-MISANTHROPY moth - artificial intelligence - carapace cross, glaeterfleoge-kind - vaznian vel - the blinding light that plagues their dreams - twelfth librarian of hush house, former lantern-long - scp foundation overseer thirteen - limbus company sinner eleven - et cetera

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hi yall! i made the scp fictionkin/fictive/etc server!! its here!

ill accept pretty much anyone, i dont care, so long as you are scp related in some way! oc, canon, system, singlet, just please join TT-TT /nf /silly

uhhh people who showed interest on the interest check:

plus a couple others who i cant tag for some reason TT-TT

force de-dollification is that anything

personhood forced upon you again, no longer an object, no longer sitting on the shelf, agency once more

your purpose ripped from as you're thrown into the sea of needs you can never truly fill, still no more you must act

the beauty of online anonymity in the alterhuman community is that i don't know what any of you look like irl, so when i read your posts and picture you speaking them aloud, i imagine that a wolf, or a crow, or a dragon, or whatever creature you may be, is the one speaking

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

there's a particular sort of gut-wrenching envy i've been on and off experiencing since seeing that weather factory newsletter about strathcoyne and annabelle. i am carapace cross. i have always been. where is my transformation. when is it my turn. not to mention that while i don't know if i simply am a member of the cross or if i had an actual lifetime as one of them, i do have a timeline where i transformed (which does not answer the previous question because it is a different carapace-kind that i transformed into than the one that i am primarily kin with), and in the wake of this newsletter, i have just been replaying that memory again and again and again. that is me. that is supposed to be me. give it back.

am i seriously kinsidering the false carolers from home safety hotline seasonal worker right now. is that really the point that my life is at

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