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  1. Me too. My parents found my Quotev profile which has outdated info about my queerness. So they think that I'm genderfluid and bi, but they avoid the topic so...
  2. Bot?

    1. Through the Living Wrath

      Through the Living Wrath

      What do bots do when their names are taken?

  3. I just saw a bumper sticker that said, no joke, "I can't help that I'm homophobic! I was born this way!"
  4. That's what I used to think too! And now look at me... I'm a freaking lesbian.
  5. Hello! Have you read WoF? If so, what is your favorite character? And what is your opinion on Cricket?
  6. We all made it to 2026! That's super weird for me because it feels like it was 2020 just yesterday!

    Alright, I'm going to make a tradition of an end of year roundup of the best things that I've seen on the shard!

    Here we go! 

     

    First I want to start of with LG109: Lords of Luthadel. It was an incredible game and I really want to thank everyone for giving me a chance to participate! It was one of my favorite things.

    Of course I want to thank @The Unknown Ookla and @TwinStorm for being such incredible hosts and I would like to thank my teammates, @IcedOutPenguin and @Ookla the Newt, for their help when I had no clue what I was doing.

     

    Next, of course, I want to thank the Certified Gay Disasters thread and everyone on there for being such amazing people. If you haven't seen it, you should!

    I've also really enjoyed our Queer Tales of the planet Moc, which we need to work on bringing back.

     

    And finally I've really enjoyed working to bring the Alleyverse back!

    Thank you to @Koloss17 and everyone who helped me bring the Alleyverse back! 

     

    As always I want to call out a few of the most outstanding members of the shard (in my opinion)

    @Honors Ghost, you are always really positive and fun to interact with!

    @Hmmm lies, you were always there for even the most obscure of my questions!

    Thank you to @Kansas Stormcursed, @Ryn, @Ink and Embers@KnightSkye Reforged, and @Sarcasm spren for being incredible people!

    @Chaos, this list wouldn't be complete without the incredible person who keeps this whole place running, so we have to thank him for being such an incredible moderator!

    And a lot of thank you's to @Choirnull who is just an incredible friend.

     

    Make sure to tell me what your favorite 2025 shard memories are! Tell me if I should add anything to my list of favorite people and my list of the best things that happens on the shard!

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    2. Ink and Embers

      Ink and Embers

      Thank you so much for everything you do! You bring such a positive energy to the Shard. Thank you for running the Alleyverse; it's so much fun!!!

    3. Chaos

      Chaos

      Thanks for the kind words, but it feels like I don't do that much in day-to-day management here these days!

    4. Keke

      Keke

      Feel free to join and play around in either roleplay or fgars if you get bored! 👀

  7. Well, I can work with you because my character doesn't really need a specific time frame and I don't think anyone else does either. What would work best for you guys?
  8. Well, he's the mayor in the sense that he is the most "powerful" person in the area, so he's trying to get the mistwarrens to be it's own district, and he decided that the best way to do so is to show that they are a community. Other than that, he's really just a crime lord who wants more power.
  9. Cecillia, Mistwarrens, Main Street Cecillia skidded around the final corner of the Mistwarrens’ central plaza, her boots kicking up a spray of damp, grey slush. She didn't slow down as she reached the makeshift "Town Hall"—a repurposed warehouse reinforced with rusted sheet metal. She burst through the heavy oak doors, a cloud of cold mist clinging to her orange hair like a halo. She was still swallowing the last dry lump of her waffle, nearly choking as she began to speak before her lungs had fully recovered. "My apologies for the temporal discrepancy, Mr. Mayor," she chirped, her voice echoing off the corrugated metal walls. She didn't wait for a greeting. She was already at his desk, leaning forward at a precarious forty-five-degree angle. "I was waylaid by a fascinating auditory data point regarding illegal cargo at the docks. Did you know the resonant frequency of a wooden crate being dragged over Elendel cobblestones is markedly different from the sound it makes on Mistwarren grit? It’s a compelling variable for your district's logistics reports." The Mayor of the Mistwarrens, a man whose face looked like a map of every bad decision made in the slums, stared at her with a mixture of exhaustion and genuine alarm. He opened his mouth to bark a reprimand, but Cricket was already moving. She began burning Tin. Suddenly, the dim room flared into high definition. She could see the individual pores on the Mayor's nose, the slight tremor in his left pinky finger, and the faint, sweet scent of cheap gin masking the sour smell of stress sweat. She could hear the frantic scratching of a clerk’s pen three rooms away and the heavy, rhythmic heartbeat of the guard standing behind her. "You're breathing at twenty-two inhalations per minute, Mr. Mayor," she observed, her hazel eyes darting across his face like a hummingbird. "High for a sedentary position. Are you experiencing a cardiovascular event, or are you currently engaged in intentional obfuscation regarding the Survivorist cell I’m here to discuss? Because honestly, the latter is much more useful for my encyclopedia." "Alstom," the Mayor growled, slamming a meaty hand onto the desk. "You’re twenty minutes late, you smell like a bakery, and you’re currently violating three city ordinances regarding the interrogation of public officials." "Social hierarchies are such a fascinating, if inefficient, barrier to data acquisition," she replied, completely oblivious to his rising anger. She reached back and absentmindedly fingered the scar at the base of her neck. As she did, she began storing the exact layout of the papers on his desk—including a partially covered map of the sewers—into her Copper spike. "Don't touch that," the Mayor warned, noticing her hand near her neck. He, like many in the district, had heard rumors about the 'spiked girl' and found it unnerving. "It’s just an archive, Mr. Mayor. Efficient, if invasive," she said dismissively. She tapped her Chromium metalmind, a tiny spark of Fortune flowing into her. I need him to be cooperative, she thought. At that exact moment, the heavy door behind her creaked open. A young messenger, looking terrified, stumbled in. "Sir! The Constabulary... they’ve just detoured to the North End. The path to the 'safe house' you mentioned is clear for the next hour." Cricket’s eyes lit up with a terrifying, effervescent glow. "A clear path? What a remarkable stroke of luck! That must be where my Survivorist is hiding." She turned back to the Mayor, her satchel already swinging as she prepared to bolt. "Thank you for the data, Mr. Mayor! Our 'study group' session was most productive. I’ll send you a transcript once I’ve cross-referenced it with the extremist's testimony!" Before the Mayor could even stand up to stop her, Cricket was a blur of orange hair and leather straps, disappearing back into the mists with a relentless, forward-leaning urgency.
  10. Cecillia, Mistwarrens, 1483 Aspen Row Beep Beep Beep Her sleeping form jerked up in bed as her alarm went off. She looked around her room, frantically searching for the source of the noise, before she realized it was the alarm clock she recently bought. Rusts, that thing is loud! The quiet murmur underneath her room tells her it must be at least 7am, as customers were already downstairs in the shop. "7 already?" she mumbles to herself. "I must be missing something." Suddenly she sits bolt upright in her bed as she remembers that the mayor wanted to meet with her at 7:30. "Nonononono! I can't be late! Thirty minutes. I can make it!" She rushes to her closet and quickly gets dressed, grabs a waffle and runs out the door hoping she can still make it in time
  11. Alright everyone! Here we go! I should have the thread up soon! I have @KnightSkye Reforged @Argenti @CoderDrag0n8 @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @Mistfallen Soldier @Hoid Slayer @Ink and Embers @Ookla the Mistborn @Steel Speedster as my players so far. Let me know if I missed anyone!
  12. Katoris sat in the captain's chair. It was rather comfortable. She decided that for the rest of the trip, she'd only sit in this chair. So she traded her stool from her room for the chair. Katoris settled back into the captain’s chair, feeling a deep, spiritual satisfaction. It wasn’t just about the padding—though the padding was world-class, the kind that made you feel like you were being hugged by a very wealthy cloud. It was about the trade. See, the universe liked things to stay level. You couldn't just take a chair; that was thieving, and thieving was for people with no morals and bad hats. But trading? Trading was honest. She’d left her stool in its place, and that stool had character. It had a wobble that kept you on your toes, which was arguably more valuable than comfort if you were planning on being attacked by pirates. Really, the ship’s owner had gotten the better end of the deal. They got "vigilance," and she got "lumbar support." She adjusted her seat, leaning her head back. She could feel the "Captain-ness" of the chair soaking into her through her coat. It was a heavy sort of feeling, like a good thick stew on a cold night. "Right then," she muttered to the empty bridge, her voice taking on a husky, gravelly Importance. "Set a course for that big glowing bit over there. And someone bring me a snack. Something crunchy, but not so loud I can't hear myself being in charge." She frowned, looking at the empty console. It felt like something was missing. A captain shouldn't just have a chair; a captain needed a look. She eyed a nearby clipboard. It wasn't a hat, but if she balanced it right, it could be a very avant-garde visor. It was all about the "disguise" of the thing. If she sat here long enough, the ship wouldn't even remember she was Katoris. It would just think she was the part of the furniture that gave orders and occasionally raided the galley for pickled limes. That was the trick to life, really: finding the right chair to hide behind until everyone forgot you weren't supposed to be there.
  13. My favorite part about writing this was the looks my English teacher gave me when she was grading it...
  14. I had to write a poem for my English class, so I decided to write about being queer. But it's nowhere near as good as @Hmmm lies's
  15. Our plans are working! @The Bagel Boy, before he wouldn't even listen to us even try to convince him to use any other pronouns. In a years time @Ookla the Knight, you'll be as gay as the rest of us. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA
  16. Finally! Someone gets it! Are we still waiting on that shipment of capes?
  17. There aren't any more I can request from anymore *sobs*
  18. I am going to pass out. I have read almost every queer book in my counties freaking library and I'm still not satisfied. ThEre HaS tO Be mOrE soMewHerE.
  19. Sure, sure. Tell yourself that I approve of this action
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