
But a woman is a changeling
Florence Welch, King.
Always shifting shape
Just when you think you have it figured out
Something new begins to take
What strange claws are these
Scratching at my skin?
In the immortal words of Peter Parker: who am I? Are you sure you want to know? Though I'm not secretly imbued with the speed, strength and agility of a spider, I can identify with plenty of other traits found across the Spider-Verse, real and fictional. I avoid humans quite a lot, live in a routine that suits me perfectly, coffee can make me more hyper-active than I usually am. I also have a tendency to make bad jokes to lighten the tension, I want to fix everything, I'm sensitive to light, and I'm a tad neurotic about things like responsibility.
But the longer answer to "who am I?" is a weird one, so drop all previous notions of what a person can be before you continue forth. Or, if you're the judgmental sort, kindly see yourself through the door and flee. I wouldn't think less of you, it'd probably work better for the both of us.
I am: a fairytale heroine, a space mermaid, a fictive-but-not, a resistance fighter, a spider-themed vigilante, a best friend, a life partner, a cat, a dreamer, a witch, and even more than that. I am multiply-disabled and pretending this doesn't affect my ability to work (does), I'm queer and figuring that out, I'm the host of a plural system named the Starlight System after my in-system husband's mother's starfighter squadron.
what else do I love?
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I am familiar with the fae; of such, I have had many names and titles*, such as: Tea, Nym, Nymie, Bee, Princess, Starshine, Honeybunches*, Dear Heart, Nymothy, Beetholomew, Dearest, Patron Saint of Poe Dameron, Jean, and more. *many of these are for the usage of my life partners alone