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Slowing down
General | Posted 2 years agoTo the wonderful folks reading this,
with me resuming my studies alongside a part-time job, time for more creative outlets has shrunken significantly. I am still going to be around, but had to step out of some of my writing commitments. Posts will be less regular then they have been and certainly less than I would have liked.
Have an enchanted time my friends.
All the best,
Ruairi 🧡💚💜
with me resuming my studies alongside a part-time job, time for more creative outlets has shrunken significantly. I am still going to be around, but had to step out of some of my writing commitments. Posts will be less regular then they have been and certainly less than I would have liked.
Have an enchanted time my friends.
All the best,
Ruairi 🧡💚💜
Werewolf in the Archives
General | Posted 2 years agoGreetings to all visitors!
This entry is to inform you of a new occassional series that I may be writing. Recently, I have been approached by
vixyyfox Vix from 
thursdayprompt writers group, asking if there was any interest in joining their efforts to improve writing. My usual output is in poetry, but my background lies in worldbuilding and writing short entries, that gradually build up to create something larger.
I plan to build on that with the 'Werewolf in the Archives' where the main character takes you through the various entries and records of the Town Archives where he works. Genre-wise it is meant to be more of a Dark Comedy series featuring rather Horatian sense of humour and writing, with occasional drop into classical gothic horror. Connall MacUlfie, is a fellow in his late twenties working in a coastal town in Scotland. His position as a city archivist leaves much to be desired, as his insights 'behind the curtain' in the inner workings of the City Council make him cynical and grumpy. Dealing with people was never his strong suit, which is further hampered by the fact he is hiding a more monstrous side to him. He finds refuge in the tomes of his workplace, where spectres whisper the stories of their past lives (those that don't try to eat your soul out...). Meeting humans and other cursed creatures throughout his 9 to 5 office life, he writes his own diary, with a dream that one day it will be found in a dusty corner of the Collections he works at, revealling the experience of supernatural and anthrokin peoples to the rest of the city, united in 'true local spirit - utter contempt for the city administration'.
So watch your shadows - for someone may be hiding in them. And worse, the same someone may write an entry about how paranoid you can get 🤔😝
Till next time!🧡💚💜
This entry is to inform you of a new occassional series that I may be writing. Recently, I have been approached by
vixyyfox Vix from 
thursdayprompt writers group, asking if there was any interest in joining their efforts to improve writing. My usual output is in poetry, but my background lies in worldbuilding and writing short entries, that gradually build up to create something larger.I plan to build on that with the 'Werewolf in the Archives' where the main character takes you through the various entries and records of the Town Archives where he works. Genre-wise it is meant to be more of a Dark Comedy series featuring rather Horatian sense of humour and writing, with occasional drop into classical gothic horror. Connall MacUlfie, is a fellow in his late twenties working in a coastal town in Scotland. His position as a city archivist leaves much to be desired, as his insights 'behind the curtain' in the inner workings of the City Council make him cynical and grumpy. Dealing with people was never his strong suit, which is further hampered by the fact he is hiding a more monstrous side to him. He finds refuge in the tomes of his workplace, where spectres whisper the stories of their past lives (those that don't try to eat your soul out...). Meeting humans and other cursed creatures throughout his 9 to 5 office life, he writes his own diary, with a dream that one day it will be found in a dusty corner of the Collections he works at, revealling the experience of supernatural and anthrokin peoples to the rest of the city, united in 'true local spirit - utter contempt for the city administration'.
So watch your shadows - for someone may be hiding in them. And worse, the same someone may write an entry about how paranoid you can get 🤔😝
Till next time!🧡💚💜
Furry Convention Experience (Retrospective)
General | Posted 3 years agoDramatized inner monologue, feel free to ignore, or if you are feeling kind, provide some of your own perspecitves, all are greatly appreciated🧡💚💜
I attended a Furry Convention for the first time on Feb 4th, (Scotiacon in Glasgow) and it was genuinely quite an experience.
A lot of good things happened, mainly I got to see that we are indeed everywhere, in all shapes and sizes, genders, species and identities. And looking back, it is indeed heartwarming that a community is indeed as inclusive and welcoming as it presents itself. Enjoyed the relative lack of drama, though I have been out of the convention hotel so I might have missed something (thank god XD). There was quite a bit of fun when things went wrong during certain events. Not to dwell too much on the meme, but let's just say I am switching to marmelade in my breakfast, especially around pieces of technology.🤣
However, I am writing this in a state of post-con depression, something that many people can struggle with. The causes are varied, be it burnout, stress and anxiety from being constantly on the move, or the resulting balance on one's bank account - trust me I know them all. But what I think I want to mention (and apologies if it is crying into the ether) is how these beautiful moments feel so fleeting in retrospect.
Now, this is not to say it was not worth it. The fact that there is only one convention in Scotland (and pretty much none in Slovakia), makes me feel extra grateful for even having an opportunity. Getting to see, meet (and hug💜) all the amazing suiters was incredible. Seeing that there is a market for furry items here and that there are incredible people who want them, is incredibly validating. But now the con is over, and all of it, seems distant yet again.
I make no secret that I am struggling to find company. Hell, my surroundings would surely greatly appreciate me not whining about it. I have some amazing friends, and even they must be rolling their eyes at me at times. And I have been told, and accepted, that being in a relationship does not make one happy. But I keep coming back to the time when I did have a boyfriend, and admit that yeah, I used to be pretty happy back then. Probably even more so than at any other times. And my mind drifts back to the people I met at the con, chatted with quite a few of them, and some even giving me their compliments. But the con is over, and I may never see these people again.
"So I stare into the gold-tinted full moon, spreading over the night as I am staring out of the windows of my home - thinking, was it all just a sweet dream?"
I attended a Furry Convention for the first time on Feb 4th, (Scotiacon in Glasgow) and it was genuinely quite an experience.
A lot of good things happened, mainly I got to see that we are indeed everywhere, in all shapes and sizes, genders, species and identities. And looking back, it is indeed heartwarming that a community is indeed as inclusive and welcoming as it presents itself. Enjoyed the relative lack of drama, though I have been out of the convention hotel so I might have missed something (thank god XD). There was quite a bit of fun when things went wrong during certain events. Not to dwell too much on the meme, but let's just say I am switching to marmelade in my breakfast, especially around pieces of technology.🤣
However, I am writing this in a state of post-con depression, something that many people can struggle with. The causes are varied, be it burnout, stress and anxiety from being constantly on the move, or the resulting balance on one's bank account - trust me I know them all. But what I think I want to mention (and apologies if it is crying into the ether) is how these beautiful moments feel so fleeting in retrospect.
Now, this is not to say it was not worth it. The fact that there is only one convention in Scotland (and pretty much none in Slovakia), makes me feel extra grateful for even having an opportunity. Getting to see, meet (and hug💜) all the amazing suiters was incredible. Seeing that there is a market for furry items here and that there are incredible people who want them, is incredibly validating. But now the con is over, and all of it, seems distant yet again.
I make no secret that I am struggling to find company. Hell, my surroundings would surely greatly appreciate me not whining about it. I have some amazing friends, and even they must be rolling their eyes at me at times. And I have been told, and accepted, that being in a relationship does not make one happy. But I keep coming back to the time when I did have a boyfriend, and admit that yeah, I used to be pretty happy back then. Probably even more so than at any other times. And my mind drifts back to the people I met at the con, chatted with quite a few of them, and some even giving me their compliments. But the con is over, and I may never see these people again.
"So I stare into the gold-tinted full moon, spreading over the night as I am staring out of the windows of my home - thinking, was it all just a sweet dream?"
