"because what are we all but ticking time bombs? everything dies anyway. we were all born of stardust, and by the end of our lives, we will return to it. the cycle is everlasting."

- statement of ivy burgess (unpublished)

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inky / sen -
queer - greyromantic demi-aegosexual - nonbinarythey / them / themselves
ê / el/elu / e

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Too nervous to ask? I feel that. Here's my information.Nonbinary: a term referring to individuals whose gender identity does not exclusively fall into the binary gender classification of "man/woman."
Verangender: the person can almost never grasp a gender, as it changes soon after it is recognized.Greyromantic: people who feel low amounts of romantic attraction, rarely feel romantic attraction, only feel romantic attraction under specific circumstances, or are not sure if they experience romantic attraction.
Aegosexual: those who experience a disconnect between themselves and the subject of arousal.
Demisexual: those who do not experience sexual attraction to others unless they form a strong emotional bond with someone first.I consider myself under the umbrellas of nonbinary, aroace, and queer.Most people online know me as Inky, and that's completely fine with me; I love using that name online, it makes me very happy.
I'd like to start trying to use Sen offline, and have listed it in my carrd as a way to start getting familiar with it.Please note that if you know me irl, I am not out. Please refer to me with my real name and she/her pronouns. Thank you.

"confrontation was never the best course of action, he knew that.
but he was furious and terrified, and sometimes confrontation could at least make you feel better."

- good boy gone bad (unpublished)

• Quotes

Since this is technically my writer's carrd, here's a list of some of my favorite quotes that
I've personally written, selected from a variety of fanfics!
(This is strictly for fun, I've had this doc sitting in my drafts for a while and
thought it might be neat to share. If you'd like to share your favorite quotes of mine, feel free! >.>)PUBLISHED QUOTES
People may change, but they're always consistent.
_{[the syndicate at night / dsmp]}The one thing Jon couldn't save Sherlock from was himself.
_{[no matter what they say may you hear (the daybreak's near) / sherlock holmes chapter one]}There was a pause, filled only with deafening silence and unspoken questions.
_{[what’s this? (the consequences of my actions now) / generation loss]}Another person he'd trusted, only for them to cut him off without a second thought.
Roier was starting to sense a pattern.
_{[you gently remind me that this never was nor will be true / qsmp]}The coat felt like a relic, a memory of times long ago that neither of them could nor would want to go back to.
_{[daylock / dsmp]}His mouth tastes like ashes and regret, and it's all he can do to raise a hand to his head as the world blinks in front of him.
_{[no matter what they say may you hear (the daybreak's near) / sherlock holmes chapter one]}Sehyoon shuddered. Dealing with these two was like handling two loaded grenades. Any small movement could jostle the pin and cause them to explode.
_{[when we look at sunsets / a.c.e]}"I never claimed to be," Dream said quietly, "you all were the ones that assumed that. And, hell, it made my life easier, so why argue? No one ever questioned it."
_{[void / dsmp]}The stars seem to sing, their gentle melody of time weaving with the unpredictable night air and the waves from the fountain below them to create an enchanting tune.
_{[the syndicate at night / dsmp]}Scar nodded intently, listening close. He didn’t want to miss anything. (He still avoided eye contact, though. Neither of them had ever been very good at that.)
_{[take me home where i belong / hermitcraft]}"So come at me. I dare you. But if you intend to send me to hell tonight—" He stared at the other man from over the blade of his saber "—you had best be prepared to go with me."
_{[viva la vida / skz]}Silence greeted his questions. Undeterred, he continued. “Why him?” he asked softly, voice threatening to tremble. “Why him again? What, was my self-inflicted misery not enough for you last time?”
_{[the witness of life / double life]}No one could touch the stars. He knew that now. No matter how close they seemed, they were always just out of reach, dancing tantalizingly further with every breath. What was the point of even trying to touch them, if you knew you'd never make it there in the first place?
_{[daylock / dsmp]}The next, the world shatters, splintering into a thousand little pieces. And Jon is shattering, too—slivers of him breaking away, pushing at the edges of his body. He suddenly feels, with a distinct certainty that gives him a sense of dread, that he is very much not real, and it terrifies him.
_{[no matter what they say may you hear (the daybreak's near) / sherlock holmes chapter one]}"Please. You're not the first person to tell me that." Hyunjin laughed again, coldly this time. He was starting to lose feeling in his feet, but he tried to ignore it, shaking his head. "Why do you think I liked Minho so much?" he retorted. "At least he told me when I was being an asshat."
_{[viva la vida / skz]}Ranboo's eyes were smoldering with pure hatred, glinting with fury above the rim of the metallic mask. The rest of his expression was sealed away under the wretched thing, but Charlie didn't need to see it to understand that his friend was no longer the same as he had been when Charlie had known him.
_{[what’s this? (the consequences of my actions now) / generation loss]}Person after person, time after time, people left Roier. And yet there he stood, in the middle of it all: stuck in place, forced to watch time revolve around without him. His family moved on, his friends left for bigger things, and he stayed the same. Still trusting people. Still offering his heart on his sleeve, when all anyone had ever done was
stab it.
_{[you gently remind me that this never was nor will be true / qsmp]}Scar felt a twinge of hurt in his chest. He knew Grian was teasing him—or, at least, he thought Grian was teasing him—but it was getting harder to tell. For a few breathtaking moments, they’d actually felt like a team. They’d felt like real soulmates. But now they were back to the same disjointed pair they had always been: Scar and Grian, walking chaos. Scar and Grian, destined to destroy each other.
_{[pushing the spear into your side again / double life]}"I'm not gonna leave you, guapito."
And for once—for the first time since he's set foot on the island, for the first time since Spreen threw a spear through his chest, for the first time since Quackity laughed in his face, for the first time since Missa walked out the door, for the first time since Bobby's death—Roier lets himself believe it.
_{[you gently remind me that this never was nor will be true / qsmp]}He lifted a shaking hand to his chest, fingers clutching carefully at his heart. He could feel the organ pounding heavily; through his rib cage, through his flesh and blood, the edges of a panic attack rippling through his limbs. Not only had they been the reason for Sneeg and Charlie's multiple deaths, but they hadn't done a thing to save them. He hadn't even tried. All he'd done was stand there and help.
_{[you wake up (and thank god its over) / generation loss]}Scar groaned in frustration. “God, Grian, why won’t you just tell me?!”
“Because I can’t lose you again!” Grian snapped suddenly. Then, just as quickly, his eyes widened, and he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Scar, in the meantime, was stunned. He blinked at Grian, a million questions racing through his head, but the only one that made it out was, “...what do you mean, again?”
_{[ashes, ashes / double life]}Their relationship is built on lies, white and otherwise, and Sherlock is slowly peeling them back, one by one. But when you remove the basis of a foundation, how can the building still stand?
It can't. And they will fall apart, just like a shoddy piece of architecture. Because Jon cannot exist without lying.
_{[no matter what they say may you hear (the daybreak's near) / sherlock holmes chapter one]}Junhee blushed. "When we look at sunsets, let's not think about the past," he explained. "My mom always told me that sunsets were a way to look into heaven, but as I got older I thought it was actually a way to see the future." He shrugged. "Either way, we shouldn't dwell on what we can't change, whether that be the past or fate. Instead, let's think about what we do have control over, and appreciate every second of it."
Chan nodded slowly, staring out at the sunset. "When we look at sunsets, let's appreciate, not reminisce."
_{[when we look at sunsets / a.c.e]}They were the first words Sneeg had heard them say since coming to, and the rush of concealed sentiments in their voice hit him like a freight train. Concern and horror mixed with apathy and laziness to create a cocktail of audible emotion. Just then, a flash of something new shot through his best friend's gaze: pure fear. He was afraid. Was he even in control of his own body? Then the mask flickered, and as quickly as the emotion had slipped through, it was gone again, replaced with that cold, impassive, controlled look of confusion from moments ago. “Of course.”
_{[another week of action (another hypoglycemic reaction) / generation loss]}He still smelled smoky, and the tangy scent of regen still clung to his clothes—but Richarlyson didn't care. He was there, right in front of him—not in pieces on a cavern floor.
"Tudo bem, Richas?" There was a faint note of worry in Cellbit's voice as he squeezed the boy a bit tighter; he must have noticed the way Richarlyson had wrapped his arms firmly around his pai's neck, with seemingly no intention of letting go anytime soon.
Reluctantly, Richarlyson pulled back, nodding as he gave his pai a small grin. Tudo bem. Never mind the way his hands still trembled, never mind the way his nose still tingled with the smells of explosion and death, never mind the way he could still see the flames when he closed his eyes. He wasn't hurt. He was fine.
_{[you were made from scars to live a life you’d rise above / qsmp]}

UNPUBLISHED QUOTES (oooooh secret)"Khris, we have had so, so many differences in the past—big differences—but I am trying! And it is not easy."
_{[unpublished / khris arg]}"I have no money and no power to bet."
"Then let's bet something else: say, your allegiance?"
_{[unpublished / original fiction]}Because what are we all but ticking time bombs? Everything dies anyway. We were all born of stardust, and by the end of our lives, we will return to it. The cycle is everlasting.
_{[unpublished / tma]}Fey kings and queens were not supposed to have more than one child at all, much less outside of marriage. In that instance, Min's very existence was an aberration, his presence in this room a laugh in the face to all the royalty that had come before him.
_{[unpublished / txt]}The line rang three times, and Taehyun ran a hand through his hair. This was, without a doubt, a terrible decision. Confrontation was never the best course of action, he knew that. But he was furious and terrified, and sometimes confrontation could at least make you feel better.
_{[unpublished / txt]}The rational part of his brain was slowly returning, but Minho didn't want to hear it. His heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest and then subsequently stuffed back in, but facing the wrong way and missing some pieces. He wanted to kick, scream, cry, be violent—damn it, he didn't want to be rational.
_{[unpublished / skz]}