(Ancient Greek) men suck. Here’s who doesn’t!

I don’t know if you guys know this about me but. I like Greek mythology. Surprise!! Shocking, right? No one knew this! Anyways, this is another Greek Mythology blog except it’s just going to be me bashing the same two guys over and over because they’re everyones favorites and then I’m going to tell you the ONLY correct answer for who your favorite (male) Greek god should be, out of the main 7~ ish.

Most of the time, when people hear “evil death guy, god of the underworld” they get scared. And, don’t let me lie to you, my dude Hades gets a bad name most of the time. He is actually NOT death, that is a separate entity known as Thanatos. Hades isn’t even the god of the dead. He’s the god of the underworld. Not just the bad parts but the ENTIRE underworld, including the Greek equivalent of heaven, Elysium. This makes Hades the god of not only the scary fire torture place, but the place where they feast and party and have fun for the rest of forever and literally everything good ever happens. He, in his roman form of Pluto, actually receives a lot more credit regarding this aspect of him because of how militarized the romans were. They didn’t want to fear death, not how the greeks did, so he morphed into a GOOD guy who… kinda also was super duper death or whatever. And also riches. Shouts out to Pluto, by far my favorite Roman God (somewhere near hygiea)

On the flip side of the same coin, hehe get it because riches, Hades is absolutely NOT a “good” guy by moral standards. It’s impossible to hold a god, if you believe they are real, or metaphorical beings, if you don’t, to OUR mortal standards. However, people do. People LOVE to bash on deities like Poseidon and Zeus for their actions, and then don’t extend the same ideas over to HADES. Who’s most known myth is HADES and PERSEPHONE. Like. THE myth Greek mythology was so popularized by.

(Hades, Persephone, and little tiny cerberus)

Y’know, the general myth in which Hades sees the beautiful Persephone in demeter’s garden, decides he wants her for a wife and opens up the ground to catch her, brings her down to the underworld refuses to let her leave. She gets super hungry, goes out and finds a pomegranate and eats like six seeds, leads to us and the changing of our seasons because something something deal with Zeus. Kind of the blueprint for most “Dark” (read: kidnapping) romance these days. Bad boy who really wants you but you cant have him because of some external force (usually the law).

Yeah, shut up. Hades Kidnapped and, LITERALLY, assaulted Persephone. In ALL tellings of the myth. He literally snatches my girl out of her garden. The OG myth was actually more focused on Demeter, and her journey in finding her daughter and how different seasons were divided into where, blah  blah. But, no. It’s all about hades and Persephone. People like to call them some big metaphor for devotion and unconditional love, rebelling for what you want, but no one has been able to explain to me how they are a metaphor for that.  Because they aren’t. Most tellings of the myth have Hades putting the pomegranate tree out there to entice Persephone because she was refusing to eat for him, because he was trying to trap her down there, and some have him plain deceiving her because she’s, get this, young and doesn’t know. People tend to villainize every other male deiety for the exact same thing, but somehow hades gets a pass?? Somehow?? Also somehow theres a telling of the myth ive heard in which he was DEVASTATED that Persephone ate the seeds and was now forced to be with him, as he wanted her to “choose” him. That telling was GREATLY popularized my Dark Romance today. That literally would not ever happen ever. Where are you guys getting your information.

I’m sick of the hades glazing. Theres a few other bad things here and there, though most of those were “but zeus told me to!!” and not of his own free will, so whatever. A god that is NOT bound by anothers free will but is still so deeply loved and adored by all is APOLLO.

(Apollo and Daphne)

Apollo is a JERK. He’s an INCEL. He’s TERRIBLE (not really ily apollo). Most of his myths, if not pertaining to prophecy in some way, is him screwing up so bad with the ladies (and men, on occasion) that they beg to be turned into trees, throw themselves off cliffs, turn themselves into plants (happens like 3 times) and genuinely so much more. The amount of minor myths that are just “apollo wants girl. Girl says no. Apollo then chases girl. Girl then finds some new insane way to die just to get away from him.” I actually cant believe I just called a god an incel im giggling. Apollo in most media is perceived as this “great happy sunny poetry and music” guy. He was initially the god of PLAGE. And DEATH. And TERROR. The music and poetry and all that other good stuff, like medicine, came WAY after his origins.

You know who you SHOULD like though? Who your favorite male god SHOULD be, if you want to hold ANY of them to mortal standards? Not Hades. Not apollo. Not Poseidon, or Hermes. DEFINITELY not zeus.

(My goat Ares bowing to his girlfriend Aphrodite)

Ares. ARES is one of the only gods who, as far as im aware, has NOT greatly wronged a woman. Googled it just now. He’s like an angel. Also, he is younger than Athena and not a technical biological child of Zeus (or something, probably a Romanized myth). Which makes sense, weirdly. Anyways. Just a few points on why Ares should be your favorite.

  • Is the father of the first amazonian queen and patron god of the amazon warriors
  • Had it out for Heracles for years after he killed said amazonian queen, and when a later amazonian queen died in battle (some time during the iliad im pretty sure) he came down and actually just. Killed an entire army. Love you Ares.
  • One of his daughters, alcippe, was bathing by a river when a son of Poseidon came and tried to assault her. Literally took that guy out on sight. No hesitation.
  • He, as far as im aware, has a VERY clean record of ONLY consensual relationships with EVERYONE.
  • In reference to the last point, Aphrodite is his most known lover, and in almost all tellings of it he is referred to as “Aphrodite’s Lover”, instead of the other way around, which absolutely flips Greek gender and intimacy roles.
  • The entire cult of Ares Gynaecothoenas
  • Actually never read this one, one of his daugthers died during childbirth and he saved her baby by allowing him to breastfeed from her, uh, body, which is kinda gross and dark but he didn’t want his daughter to die AND for it to be in vain
  • Yeah no EVERY relationship he’s had is consensual. Shouts out ares for the bare minimum among modern men, above and beyond for Greek men.

This is really long.. I’ve been cutting it up for like 10 minutes.. guys… I love ares… he isn’t even my favorite god… the god of medicine is. Oh, that guys really cool too. Sigh. Someone buy me a “I ❤️ Ares” t-shirt for my birthday. July 19th. I want it in the style of those “I ❤️ my girlfriend” t-shirts. Ares is my girlfriend.

Snakes!!! My favorite Snakes!!!

A little fact about me is that I LOVE snakes. Probably more than I should. Probably more than anyone else ever (this is a lie), but I love love LOVE (mountain goats reference?) snakes so much. So much so that I fully plan on owning several in the future, as well as fully intend on getting a massive snake tattoo that I probably love more than I love like. Idk. Eating.

A common misconception about snakes is that they’re low maintenance pets. They are actually a COMPLETE and total opposite of it. While I don’t claim to be an expert on snakes, I do know that the reason I am not is because there are so many species!! With so many different, complex needs! Different species have different temperments, and sometimes even patterns can effect temperments on snakes!! As a start I’m going to talk about my three favorite breeds of snakes, why, and if I plan on getting them in the future… Then I’m going to talk about the best snake channel ever ever on youtube that you should TOTALLY watch if you like snakes too!!!

  1. Ball Pythons

This!!! Is a ball python, named that because they roll up into little balls or whatever. They’re kind of THE snake, and also some of the most common pet snakes for people to have. They are medium snakes and come in all sorts of colors, known as morphs. They are constrictors, meaning that when they strike their prey successfully they’ll wrap around them and squeeze to either hold them in place or, y’know, squeeze them to death. They eat smaller prey (such as mice) and typically are very picky eaters. People suggest having set routines for them, such as removing them from their enclosures to feed them, so they know when exactly meal times are and don’t just not eat!

                A few ball python morphs in order of appearance – Axanthic, Albino, Super Pastel (pastel on it’s own isn’t extremely visible), Banana, then Butter all as base morphs.

These are absolutely not all of the ball python morphs that exist, especially considering that none of these are designer morphs, but it’s a few of my (favorite) morphs because im tottalllyyyy not biased

Tangent: There is a gene in Ball Pythons known as the Spider Morph, which instead of effecting color effects the thick dark brown/brown bands you see on the ball pythons above!! It makes the bands very thin and offers some beautiful visuals, but however this morph is kind of like the “wobbly cat syndrome” for snakes. It tanks a snake’s cognitive (?) skills and makes them very uncoordinated, making it hard for them to eat and live. It is my FAVORITE morph for visuals, like 10/10 every time, but sadly it is not ethical to breed or distribute these snakes, as most owners do not know how to care for them. There is, as far as im aware, a man trying to breed the spider morph to be better for snakes as a whole, but he is not selling until he is sure he’s made a successful spider morph lineage.

Spider Morph Ball Pythons here

II. Bull Snakes

I actually do not know a lot about bull snakes. I will not lie. I’m actually having to google stuff for this one. Bull snakes are large snakes found in the Americas, typically north America. They can grow to be 6ft long, that’s taller than Lela btw. I actually discovered TODAY that bull snakes come in different colors. I seriously thought they came in like just the wild type and nothing else.

The main things I can say about bullsnakes is that they have dumb faces and they’re very VERY angry all the time. I would be too if I was a wild animal in America. They also have the loudest hisses of any snakes (in this size bracket)

A couple morphs I discovered (the generic two) for reference, in order of appearance — Albino, Hypo

Choosing this specific picture to show you just how meaty these guys are

For this next one I would like to mention that small snakes just aren’t my jam. I’d be scared of them getting out and then getting lost in like a bowl of noodles or something. We’re going Medium, Large, then Reticulated Python.

III. Reticulated Pythons

This image does nothing to show you just how huge these snakes are.

These pythons are just. Ridiculous. Why does he need all that. This is also a REALLY fat reticulated python.

These pythons are also (?) constrictors, and native to south and southeast Asia. A few have been introduced into the wild in florida, as a direct result of pet importation. Kind of like how those other snakes are all over the florida keys who aren’t even the biggest snakes ever (put some respect on my girl’s name) except im (fairly) certain that Reticulated Pythons aren’t AS invasive as like. Those other ones. Man I should be talking about boa constrictors right now.

Anyways, these snakes are the best, whatever. Its just huge. Like three Lelas. They get to 15 feet long and that’s SMALL, some have been up to. Oh my gods the biggest one they’ve found was 29 feet long. It was almost 30 feet long. Guys what the flip.

Do I plan on getting any of these snakes?

Ball Python – Yes

Bull Snake – Maybe, if I can get one as a baby and properly socialize it to me

Retic – I am 5’0. That Snake is, literally, over three of me. At it’s smallest. No. It can and will eat me and I’d rather not freeze rabbits in my fridge for the rest of my life, because it lives to be 50+.

That’s all!!! I thought I would have some times to talk about my FAVORITE youtubers ever but I don’t, but do NOT worry I’m fully capable of talking for a really long time about a lot of random animals and probably will next blog. Bye Bye!!

Morph List – World of Ball Pythons

Snake Discovery – YouTube

Zoo – Snake Discovery

My New Obsessions with Superheroes

So, I know my last blog was about Superman, but this is so important guys. I’ve fallen in love with superheroes 18 years into my life, like both Marvel and DC, which is weird because I’ve always only liked DC since it felt like they had more cartoons, and for all my life I’ve ONLY ever watched cartoons, but this all started with Superman… And Deadpool, which isn’t that surprising.

My Grandma never had cable while we were growing up, so she collected movies. She had X-Men, Spiderman, Superman, Batman, and Wolverine. So, my interest in Superman was already talked about, and I watched Man of Steel and the Newest Superman movie. Along with the Dark Knight movies (I cried at the end of Dark Knight rises), and the newest Batman movie. I was so scared that I would watch them and not like them, so I procrastinated it for months until Christmas break because my grandma bought me the new movies for Christman! (Love her) where I binged them all. I even have Superman Vs. Batman which I haven’t watch yet, but I have some memory of it for some reason.

Superman (2025) | BeenamaThe Batman - Superando todas as expectativas - Crossover NERD

I also watched the Deadpool trilogy, which encouraged me into Marvel, and I also watched the Spider verse movie for the first time a couple of weeks ago! Watching Deadpool & Wolverine encouraged me to search my grandma’s house for the Wolverine movie, which I haven’t watched just yet. There is also this youtuber named Mike’s Mic who I love watching. He made videos on both the Fantastic Four, which I forgot how much I loved them, and videos on the X-Men, and for some reason the movie my grandma had disappeared in her abyss of movies, but she will be found soon…Fantastic Four (2005) summary & plot - Spoiler Town

Prime Video: Deadpool & WolverineSpider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - All The Tropes

Now, I have huge plans to collect comics and physical DVD’s because not only has my love of superhero’s grown, but my love of having physical copies of things has a well. Soon, I’ll dust off those Spiderman movies, and I’ll live my dream of actually liking superhero’s. Growing up in a household that loved superhero’s and not liking them was NOT for the weak. I have to make this my whole personality for as long as I possibly can.

Being into superhero’s has also like done something to my morals. I’ve always had subjectively good morals, but this really opened my eyes. Especially like watching the lives of these fictional characters who feel so real. I cried during the Superman movie when he talked about how he was more human than most humans, and I cried when Alfred told Bruce that all he ever wanted was for him to live his life in the Dark Knight Movie. And Spoiler, I guess?? I sobbed during the Batman when Alfred died, and had been dead for almost two hours, and Batman couldn’t do anything about it. It’s like unlocking this secretly sensitive side of me. I’ve always been an empath. Most people are, but it’s usually so hard for me to actually feel for someone, but these movies have encouraged me to continue to do my best to make big changes in this world. 

Be like Superman who lived most of his life being a hero, and even though it wasn’t what he was meant to do, he continued to!

Be like Batman, who doesn’t have powers, but still fights for what’s right even if he has to make sacrifices. (Also, he’s so freaking rich, so get that bag too)

Be like Spiderman, who even when his life got flipped upside down, he still did what he could to prove himself and be a hero.

Be like Deadpool who cared for his family so much, that he fought battles that he didn’t even think he could win.

Idk smth about being Punk rock…

"Deadpool" Is A Genuinely Funny Action-Comedy - San Francisco News

 

Hair Colors!!

Yapperism

My hair journey!!!

Lil different of a blog today, but I’m feeling like I want to talk about my hair and, yeah!!! We’re talking about hair!!

For most of my life, up until I was like 12, I was convinced that I had straight hair. Like, when I was a kid it was PIN straight, with absolutely no wave or curl or whatever. My mom had straight hair as a baby, then she hit puberty and allll of her hair curled up so tight, kind of like those overly defined princess curls. My dad’s entire family, on the other hand, had around 2C-3B hair and REFUSE to take care of it at all, and to each their own (I guess) but danny LOVES curls

I always wanted colorful hair as a kid. Black hair, to be specific, with blue highlights and a peekaboo before it was cool. Specifically around #73bfb8 (Yes, this is a hex code. Little danny was very specific) but my mom WOULDN’T LET ME!!! She told me that when I was 10 I could dye my hair, and boy was I ready. We bought my first batch of hair dye and dyed the underhalf of my hair blue. Using a monstrosity. Splat Original Complete Kit, Semi-Permanent Hair Dye with Bleach, Blue ...

I don’t remember what the box looked like then, honestly, but It was so dark on my hair because we didn’t bleach it that you could only really see it in the sunlight, which I did not get much of.

Later on, when I was, like, 11, shortly after coming out as trans, I decided “Y’know what? I told my mom and I want a haircut!” I begged and i beggeddd, then she eventually told me NO anywyas, but she let me put blonde dye over my hair that made me ginger. I wish I still had pictures from that time, because it was something for sure. My hair was so long that it was to my mid back and I decided, y’know what? I want a BUZZ CUT, with a super secret third stage that will travel with me to the grave. It was bad getting my mom to agree to cutting off ALL of my hair, and I haven’t spoken of that in-between haircut since I was eleven, and I will not go searching for pictures.

My buzz cut was kind of the start of me taking care of my hair, and it’s been 5 years since I got it cut!! I used to get my hair cut shorter, like barely above my shoulders, but I eventually decided on letting it grow out. It’s hard to focus on things like growth, maintaining my wavy hair, AND coloring it at the same time, but i wanted nothing to do with ACTUALLY letting my hair heal to let it grow out.

As it was growing out from the buzz i realized it wasn’t as straight as it was before, and was actually a lot curlier when it first grew back out. It was pretty long, about the length it is now, before i finally got a haircut and had it shaped a lot, then i INSTANTLY bleached and dyed half of it. Also red.

I dyed it black for school, then instantly swore off of dyeing my hair black ever ever again, then some time towards the end of that school yeah i dyed my entire head pink. This was like the first time i was ever allowed to dye ALL of my hair, and i was super excited, even if it turned out really bad. I really liked the color that i ended up with, but it only looked like that because of an uneven dye lol.

later that year, like within the same school semester, i dyed my hair bright red right before going to Universal as a class trip. I think out of all of the decisions ive made in my life, dyeing my hair red is absolutely top 3. Dont take that seriously ive made more than that.

I feel like my hair color is such a big part of my personality, kind of like a trademark of mine. Sometimes I consider dying it another color, or doing maybe black on the longer parts, but I’m also so happy with my hair being red (Like one of the best colors) that I don’t wanna have or try anything else.

That’s all I have to talk about this week, weirdly. I’ll see what I can whip up for next blog that’s  (hopefully) something more put together!!

The Glorification of Serial Killers and why that’s BAD

TW: Discussions of serial killers, danny complaining about bad businesses

We all agree killing people is bad. Not to get political, but I feel like this is a pretty standard worldview, so I’m gonna generalize a little bit. Killing people is bad. Good. Great. Now that we’re on the same page, lets talk about serial killers.

Now, while I can pretty proudly say I am not disgustingly educated on serial killers, I do know quite a few. Like, the general few mostly. Big names like Ted Bundy, Jefferey Dhamer, Ed Gein, ect. I’m just not a big fan of true crime, which fascinates a large amount of people, and I just don’t get it. I don’t appreciate how victims and their families are reduced to a notch on a timeline in a 25 minute youtube video. Now, imagine that entire 25 minute youtube video is actually an hour and a half visit at a museum dedicated to death as a whole.

When I walked into the museum I expected, oh, I don’t know, the iron maiden and how it was actually not a real thing ever. Or mourning rings from the Victorian era. Or, in a city with such a rich history and culture surrounding the celebration of life rather than death, an exhibit on the actual city you’re located in… but, no. I got thinly veiled racism, sexism, and the glorification of Charles Manson of all people. An entire wall dedicated to the man, actually.

I’m not here to talk about the actual museum itself, but rather to talk about how bad it is to talk about serial killers like they’re the best thing since sliced bread. There was barely anything to actually educate someone on the Charles Manson wall, just dozens of pictures of his face and followers. It was more like a good three walls that, oh, I don’t know, could have been used for the 9/11 attacks that were shoved into a corner.

Now, don’t get me wrong on what I’m about to say. As a dear friend of mine put it, if your special interest is serial killers don’t hang pictures of them on your walls, and definitely don’t become one. If you’re interested in learning about serial killers I will not crucify you for it. It’s interesting to me, and I would love to learn more about it, but the problem is that I cannot find a singular source who cares to look into who the victims are, or are not deeply disrespectful to them and their families. A lot of the serial killer.. fandom? (gods, that sounds horrible). Changing my wording. True Crime listeners and people who feel drawn to learning about serial killers (too wordy, I’m using true crime fandom from now on) tend to forget that, hey. Real people died. Real people killed real people. This isn’t some funny, ha-ha. People died. People mourned them; people are mourning them. Owning a cardboard cutout of Charles Manson is weird. Calling Ted Bundy hot is worse. Writing cutesy poems about serial killers, even if bashing them, is WEIRD. Go through the process to sit down and recognize that real people were hurt and are hurting.

This is kind of a jump from what I usually post on my blog I think, and I really tried to keep it as non-graphic as possible, but I genuinely am sickened at how some people can idolize creatures that decide to kill others. It’s weird. It desensitizes us to things we need to be sensitive about. I’m angry because victims are so deeply ignored and discarded because, oh, they’re not important, right? I don’t know. Stream Shauna Dean Cokeland on spotify.

Greek Myths!!

I’mmmmm gonna talk about Greek mythology.

(TRIGGER WARNING: a VERY brief mention of abuse, Everything that goes along with the Medusa Myth (Sexual Assault), and generally just stuff that happens in Greek mythology. Please read at your own risk.)

This is going to be a very very unorganized post about how to properly interpret myths, or at least the way EYE interpret myths because that is the only possible correct way because I am always right and everyone should listen to me!

READ THE OLDEST VERSION OF THE MYTH.

A LOT of myths have lost their meanings over time, including figures throughout the story, meanings, details that change the ENTIRETY of the myth, they’ve been romanized (heracles/Hercules, and MEDUSA, for example), or they’ve been changed to fit perspectives for modern retellings (Icarus, Hades and Persephone, the Minotaur… ect, ect.) A good rule of thumb (not-so-fun fact: the term ‘rule of thumb’ comes from either an old law or just a general rule from the olden days, when women were more objects than people, that a husband could not beat his wife with a switch thicker than his thumb, lest it be unlawful/cruel (more cruel than unlawful)) is to just look for the oldest version you can find, because that’s. like. The source material, and you can do whatever you want with that.

I’m going to go over a few (ish) myths and MY interpretations of them, vs. what people get wrong in general.

My personal favorite: The Myth of Icarus

(I had to give my girl a shirt, but this is my FAVORITE piece of icarus. it’s called Icarus’ lament, or the lament of icarus or something like that. It’s so good. Please look it up.)

People LOVE to throw my boy’s good name around when talking about a fall from greatness, or your ‘pride getting the best of you’. I hate this. I actually despise this.

The myth of Icarus (Ἴκαρος (Ikaros) is his original name. Fun Fact: Greeks did not have a letter for C. they used S or K. Be more like the greeks.) follows a young boy, who people depict being from literally age 8 to 17. The only source I could find that could possibly talk about his age said he was 7, but it was also a deepdive into how the myth of Icarus relates to gaming and how we should all play valorant because of it. I’ll pass.0

Icarus’ father, Deadalus, was a great inventor trapped in a tower by king Minos, ruler of Crete, because something something labyrinth, something something Minotaur. Don’t care. Irrelevant (extremely relevant). Long story short, Daedalus fashions wings of feathers and wax, a pair for both him and icarus, and he and Icarus jump from the top of the tower to escape. They manage to fly with the wings. it’s more like gliding but I digress. He tells icarus not to fly too close to the sun or too close to the sea, because the wax would melt or the wings would get too heavy to fly with.

This, of course, is where the myth splits off. Most Greek myths are cautionary tales, yes, to warn of the Gods’ wrath. Fire. Love to see it. The most common telling of this myth is that, when Icarus gets out there, he gets so excited and overcome with joy for being free that he feels like a god. He looks at the sun and flies to it, believing that he is better than the gods. He scorns them. But as he flies to the sun the wax begins to melt and he falls, laughing the whole time. He dies, and Daedalus had to keep flying knowing that his son has died. This is a cautionary tale to warn against  believing you are better than the gods, “flying too close to the sun” aka aiming too high and falling hard. It warns against hubris and unchecked ambition.

That’s literally not what happens. That’s the ROMAN version of the myth. Ancient Romans ruin everything.

What REALLY happened (Homer told me guys, trust) is that, while Icarus was flying, he was so overcome with joy that he felt the best he ever had. That’s, like, it. However, while Daedalus warns him not to fly too high or too low, he also warns Icarus not to fly too slow. The sky is like the gods’ airspace. They’ll be really mad. Daedalus was right, of course, because Zeus sees them flying and gets REALLY mad. He sees Icarus being happy, sure, but it’s Daedalus who has violated him and the gods by fashioning those wings. Zeus, set out to punish Daedalus, either gets Aphrodite to curse Icarus or Zeus does it himself.

They curse him to fall in love with the sun.

“IT’S GAY!!” I scream as they drag me to the padded room. “IT’S ALWAYS GAY!!” I scream as they put me in the straight jacket.

Not only is the sun, like, a male god (Both Apollo, the god of the sun, and Helios, the embodiment of the sun, are male) but that has NOTHING to do with pride. Icarus flies up to the sun, because he’s enchanted by it’s beauty and in love or whatever, and eventually crashes and burns and dies. The end!! Proper punishment for his father, because he, like, still has to live with knowing his son’s death is his fault AND fly back alone. This is me paraphrasing like crazy, the actual myth is incredibly beautiful, but this is a LOT of words as is.

Next myth, actual most popular: Medusa.

(I cannot find a picture of a statue of her that isn’t her beheaded, naked, being attacked, or AI. I am so sorry. However, the most popular statue of her is one where she’s been beheaded by perseus, and it’s SO beautiful. one of the pieces i’d love to see in real life one day. An artist made a parody of it where Medusa is holding perseus’ head as well and it’s just beautiful art. Beautiful art. oh em gosh.)

She was a gorgon. She was. Like. Born a gorgon.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the Medusa myth. I love how we have, in modern times, changed it to make it better and more heartwarming. Pretty sure everyone knows the Medusa Myth. Poseidon, in his anger towards Athena and in some tellings after rejection of his advancements by the virgin priestess of athena, medusa, begins chasing after the priestess. Medusa, in fear, runs to temple of Athena and begins praying for protection, but Poseidon enters and sexually assaults her anyways. Athena, having been prayed to, sees this and curses Medusa to be a gorgon who turns anyone who looks at her to stone.

That’s a really horrible myth, and Medusa has become a symbol of sexual assault survivors worldwide. That, however, is the ROMAN version of the myth. Again. The writer of that myth was a man, who I’m pretty sure was post cathlioc takeover of rome, who wanted to scorn paganism in all forms by depicting all of the Greek gods in horrible ways. Like Athena punishing one of her own priestesses for being assaulted. Or Poseidon raping a woman. Though, I personally enjoy the modern telling of the myth as well, In which Athena sees what man does to woman uses the “Curse” more like a blessing, allowing Medusa to protect herself. And, in the original telling either way, Medusa’s ability only worked on men or whatever.

The GREEK version, though, she was just born a gorgon. And could turn people to stone. She had, like, two gorgon sisters. Perseus really killed her for points. The ability still worked only on men, though.

That’s two myths of, like, four that I mentioned? You get the rest next week. Bye bye!!! PLEASE ask me questions, literally ANY question!!!! I HEART INFODUMPING!!!!

The Author and the Protagonist

I, like any passionate writer, really love characters. And before I wrote tragic backstories, draining developments, and colorful personalities, I actually drew them! I wasn’t serious about drawing and writing until fourth grade, but drawing was definitely my first love. I wouldn’t say I was any good until eighth or ninth grade, but I was unbelievably passionate and I think that’s what really matters here. I would draw countless characters and somehow intertwine them with crazy storylines. I would make comics, animatics or animations, and fill my sketchbooks with shocking speed.

Eventually, when I did try my fourth grade hand at seriously writing for a personal hobby, my first vivid memory of this was in my math class after I finished my morning work. I opened my composite notebook and wrote about three full pages throughout the whole class with a story where I was the main character and I described my adventures as a famous Youtuber. Honestly, it was really cute. I was nine years old writing about being best friends with my favorite Youtubers and living out my dream (that may or may not still be my dream eight years later).

With my first experience of seriously writing being, more or less, self-insert fanfiction, this started a deep connection to my protagonists. I mean, my first protagonist was literally me. I was writing from my perspective, what I would do, and how I would react. So when I did, thankfully, move onto original work with characters that I didn’t suspiciously share a name with, I found myself exploring the main character a lot deeper than I thought I would’ve. I absolutely believe that this was because I wanted to match my knowledge of my protagonist to my own knowledge of myself. It was a strenuous method of developing my characters but it’s definitely helped me later down the line. 

As I write more short stories, more little worlds to dive into and explore, I’ve been admiring the art of creating a fictional world. It’s an unbelievably beautiful process and, at least in my life, it’s not talked about enough.

Of course, there are many different ways of creating a fictional world. Creating a fantasy world from scratch is completely different than a modern day story in the U.S. but the only thing that’s different is (insert random event here) never happened. Worldbuilding is still a craft that I haven’t learned much about. The thing that I’m really interested in is character.

People say if you base your characters off of people you know in real life, it makes them seem more real. Regardless, you’re still creating a new character. This is a new life you’re breathing into from an idea in your head. 

The relationship between the author and the protagonist is something that’s infested my mind for a few months now. The protagonist, if we’re excluding metanarratives, doesn’t know of the author’s existence. And the author knows everything about the protagonist. The protagonist goes on about their life, perhaps believing in another religion in their world not knowing their real creator is, for (totally not a specific) example, a teenage girl in art school sitting on a unicorn blanket in her dorm… 

There’s something specifically intimate about being someone’s creator. Outside of art and religion, there’s not many areas of life that reflect this. Motherhood is the only one that comes to my mind and, yet, as someone’s mother, your child will eventually grow up and become their own person that you can’t control and may not know the full extent of. Creating a fictional character does just that. You can control them, know them more than you know yourself, and you get the privilege to say they’re yours.

I love creating new characters. My favorite ones usually come from stories that I haven’t even fleshed out yet or stories based on my favorite games or media. As I’m preparing for national novel writing month and even getting ready for a personal project in December, lots of characters have been on my mind. And, of course, I’m trying to get to know them better than I know myself right now (which shouldn’t be hard). Some ways I do that is through making family trees, Pinterest boards, Spotify playlists, and “headcanons” even though they’re my own characters so it’s just… “canons” even though that’s not very fun. One thing that I haven’t been doing, though, is drawing them. Hopefully I can return to visual arts again when I have more time. I miss my first love (drawing).


I’m so glad I was able to finally talk about this idea. The relationship between the protag and author is something that’s been rotting my brain since the beginning of this school year. It took a lot for me to not research for this blog and use my own input because I was afraid I would unintentionally rip-off someone’s ideas. So this is completely from my own head and I’ll probably research more for my own sake. This blog was a lot more laid back than I thought it would be but diving into the anxiety-inducing intimacy of being someone’s creator just isn’t what I want to talk about so I substituted that for how much I love making characters.

Life of an Aromantic

I don’t really know what to do for this blog, and I’ve been mulling it over for a few days, so I decided. Hey. Let me talk about myself!! I like doing that.

I hate to say something like “the world revolves around romance” or “all everyone ever thinks about is boys/girls” because, while that may be true, it kind of doesn’t reflect my experiance as a person. It’s a quick way to say that I don’t like hearing about romance, I guess. I just don’t agree with putting people who experiance romantic attraction down and suggest they’re childish or stupid for feeling that way and wanting to be loved.

With today’s current culture the world does very much revolve around love. Which is a cute thought, at first, until you realize it’s not so much of “love” and more of “lets tell little girls that the only way they’ll ever be something is if they’re loveable, and tell little boys that the only way they’ll ever be something is if they can provide and protect” and other gender expectations that are just… weird. Throw in a little purity culture, other gender stereotypes, beauty standards, mix it all together then you get, and I am REALLY dumbing this down to not include queer dating culture just yet, girls who don’t feel like they’re enough and boys who feel like they could do better. Or, sometimes, vice versa. The world a little bit revolves around who’s dating who, and it doesn’t so much as make me uncomfortable as much as it makes me sad. I’ve seen people I genuinely love and care about go to extremes because they dug a hole for themselves and now they’re not the same person I knew three weeks ago.

I’ve had people tell me that I just “wouldn’t understand” and that I should “stop talking about something you’ll never experiance” which, ouch. I don’t feel romantic attraction, but that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of loving people. I just don’t really get the hype about finding someone to date, I guess? I joke a lot, and I can say i’ve been influenced to feel like I can only have “the one” and like???? ???? I won’t be correct unless I have someone who loves ME, who wants to date ME, ect. I guess that’s just me being greedy or idk. 

I don’t really understand the whole actively look for someone to date thing, i’m gonna be so honest. It confuses me when i meet people and they only talk about people they find hot, or pretty, or want to date. It frustrates me when i see my friends genuinely being upset, angry, pushing people away, then hurting themselves because of someone else not liking them. I genuinely had a friend come to me and say “no one loves me, no one has ever loved me”. I told her i loved her and she told me “That’s not the same.” and i just dont get it. How is it not the same? Whats the difference between romantic and platonic affection? The only way i’ve seen it is that it’s socially acceptable to kiss a romantic partner and not a platonic. Other than that i don’t have a clue. Why do people talk to date and not talk to be friends? Am i crazy? It makes me FEEL crazy every time someone talks about it, so i just avoid the subject.

Whichhhhhh is why I’m so happy with the Aromantic label. I’m fine with a romantic relationship, great with one, even, but the queer community is a diverse place with lots of people who feel the same or similar ways and it’s so, so fun. I’m not going to go into a bunch of detail on different terms, but i found one that kind of just sums up my experience with somehow (????) convincing myself REGULARLY that i have a crush on people, when i definitely do NOT. 

The term is “squish”, and it’s like the aromantic version of a crush. Crushes are when you want to be closer to date someone and a squish is that but “I REALLY want to be that person’s friend.” And i get that soooo much. If anyone has had a conversation with me i promise that I’ve mentioned like 5 people that i think i talk about like i’m a little insane and i SWEAR im not it’s just i really really wanna be their friend!!! 

That’s enough of that, because i’m sleepy and writing this superrr late because i forgot to in class, so kiss kiss!!!!!! And i’ll see about like actually posting something informational next time we have blogs



Undertale’s 10-Year Anniversary and Growing Up

September 15th, 2025 marked 10 years since Undertale’s official release. And over September 20-21, Fangamer hosted (not one but) two special streams replaying the game with new additions and development insight from Toby Fox, the creator. 

I want to be clear about how there’s not a lot I can say that hasn’t been said before in a high quality video essay or lengthily written forum post. So I’ve decided to discuss my personal experience with Undertale. But I’m worried I won’t even have enough to say since I barely remember my time in the prime Undertale fandom. And now I’ve had an entire month to move on from all of my feelings I had writing my last blog. 

“Steph, you seriously don’t have anything to say about the 10-year anniversary or the Fangamer stream?” I theoretically ask myself for the sake of transition.

It’s hard to say that… I didn’t feel much. And maybe, that means whatever I’m feeling is too much for me to process right now so I’m indifferent to it. Or maybe there’s so much else going on that I don’t even have time to process 10 years since the most influential game to my existence was released. I’ll probably feel it in a couple of months.

I’ve always had an extreme fear of growing up. And facing Undertale’s 10-year anniversary is like facing that fear directly. Of all of my fears, because of course there’s a lot, I’m always able to avoid them. I get my dad to kill spiders, I sit out on tall rollercoasters, and I stay far away from the deep parts of the ocean. But growing up is the one thing I can avoid. And, obviously death because I’m scared of that too. I’m growing up a little bit everyday. No matter how long I watch kids shows, color with crayons, or pray to God to let me be a kid for at least a little longer, I’m almost 18 already.

I’m not original by saying I don’t want to grow up, quite the opposite actually. I think everyone, especially my peers in my class, has felt this way. But I want to dive into this feeling in relation to Undertale’s 10-year anniversary. 

When I was 7, I had just moved to America, I struggled to interact with kids my age, and second graders are mean! When nothing else was consistent in my life, the internet was, surprisingly. I think I’ve mentioned before that I got my first laptop when I was 4, so I was familiar with the internet at a young age.

That’s where I was first introduced to Undertale through Jackcepticeye’s Let’s Play. Not sure when I found it exactly, but I know it couldn’t have been long after the series first started in October. I have a memory of talking to a friend about how I couldn’t wait for the next episode and she had no clue what I was talking about. After I dove into the Undertale fandom, I was able to find some comfort at the end of the day. It was like this for years, long enough for me to have a physical reaction when I hear the soundtrack. 

So now, 10 years later, as a 17-year-old, I’m under completely different circumstances. I’m somewhat comfortable where I live, I have some of the best friends I could ever ask for, and art school kids are actually a lot nicer than you would think. So why does it physically hurt me to listen to the soundtrack or play the game again? I think it’s because my life has completely switched over the past 10 years. 

I’m not looking for comfort at the end of a hard day of being a confused and lost kid anymore. I’m almost a teenager who already has comfort and support. It’s like I’m actively looking to be confused and lost again. Maybe that’s why I’ve been making some brash decisions recently.

In all honesty, watching the Fangamer stream felt weird. For one, I watched a reaction stream of the original so there was a layer of separation that I didn’t even realize until the whole thing was over. Secondly, I was really overstimulated with the mix of an extremely emotional game, Fangamer’s elaborate set, props, and commentary, and the new content they mixed into the game. I almost lost my mind. But I enjoyed the stream and it ended on a beautiful note:

“The world

is as big as you

want it to be.

Where will you go next?”

That quote actually hit me harder than anything else. Recently, I’ve been rethinking my plans for my adulthood. Through my journey to heal my inner child, I’ve rediscovered my distaste for monotony, staying in a box, doing what is expected of me. I was always told: go to college, get a job, get married, have kids. That order, every single day. Going to art school halfway through high school was my first step outside of the pre-established path. 

I want to make decisions that were never options to me before. I want to find what makes me happy rather than follow what people think makes me happy. I want to disappoint people because I’ve never done that before.

“So Steph, how big is your world?” I theoretically ask myself to lighten the mood.

Right now, it’s small. It’s almost completely limited to the state of Mississippi. I do not want my world to be that way, especially coming all the way from Indonesia. Big decisions are being made currently and I certainly wouldn’t have the courage to make them if not for Undertale. 


I didn’t expect this blog to be so sad. I knew it would be emotional for me, but I wasn’t expecting to just be flat out sad. I think this rainy weather is getting to me. I wasn’t expecting to be able to discuss my current feelings in this either, I just thought I would be celebrating Undertale’s 10th birthday. Glad I’m able to find a way to make everything about me I guess??? On a lighter, dorkier note, I recently submitted my senior quote. Just like I said I would, like, 5 years ago, I made it, “Despite everything, it’s still you.” I felt silly submitting it, especially after having to explain it to someone who had never even heard of Undertale before, but 7-year-old me would think I am so cool so that’s literally all that matters. Yes, I did include that “not one but two” bit in the beginning just so I could insert both stream links thanks for noticing. And thanks for reading if you did.

Who is Aphrodite?

Aphrodite, her name meaning “from the seafoam”, is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, passion, pleasure, lust, among other things. She is a fiercely protective deity, a majority of her myths relating to protecting her children and guiding them.

                As you can probably guess, her birth was from seafoam. I believe everyone has seen “The Birth of Venus” by Sandro Botticelli, a painting in which a beautiful woman rises nude from a seashell.

Well, yep. This is the birth of Venus, Aphrodite’s Roman variant. The birth story, and overall creation myth, is typically the same between the two groups. No standing on chairs or shedding genuine tears this week, guys.

Aphrodite’s birth is one that I enjoy a lot, but it has quite a bit of misconception around it. In Hesiod’s account, Aphrodite was born when Kronos castrated his father, Uranus. There was this whole thing with the Titans holding the primordial beings’ legs and arms, while taking a scythe and yada yada yada. Not important. What is important is that when they were done doing the do Kronos, this big genius, threw the separated bits into the ocean. The blood of a primordial being (and in some version other excretions as well) mixed with seafoam and ocean water and boom! We got a goddess of beauty!

(This I really like, because literal BEAUTY and LOVE came from a guy’s junk being cut off. More specifically blood from a violent, necessary act mixing with another primordial force.. Greek Mythology is so chaotic and then such good things, like the mother of eros, THE god of love, come out of it.)

Well, we technically got her a long time after that. Some myths suggest that she was actually residing in the ocean for a long time, which would make sense. She needs time to mature, because like she was still born at some point, just like the goddess Athena (though where Athena got her armor is beyond me). She was born during the time in which Kronos overthrew his father, but there is a long time between that and Zeus throwing over his father. Theres a lot of dads eating their kids in Greek mythology. Seriously. Like it happens a LOT.

Aphrodite actually spent a long time in the ocean, even after the Olympian gods were like.. coming into power??? Question mark question mark question mark??? Look I never claimed to be an expert (don’t listen to anything Nick says). There is a myth around the early days of the Olympian gods’ rule, before they became the Olympians, that goes something like Poseidon had a lover Nerites, a young sea-god. He was also known as Poseidon’s charioteer, or the guy that drove him around. In other versions of his myth he was a lover of Aphrodite (potentially he was both), who refused to go with her when she was invited to Olympus. Which, she only really rose from the seafoam WHEN she was invited. Both versions of Nerites’ myth ends with him being turned in to THE first shellfish, though in his myth where he is the lover of Poseidon (because the gods were raging bisexuals, the lot of them) the god of requited love was actually born from.. their love. I guess. In other myths Anteros, the God of requited love and avenger of unrequited love, is a child of Aphrodite and Ares.

(This is like THE statue of Poseidon btw) 

Nerite Snails: Your Guide To Lifespan, Care, And Reproduction | SnailPedia

(NERITEs was turned into a NERITE snail i actually havent ever seen any pictures of the snail he was turned into this is great)

 While, yes, she did rise fully grown from the seafoam (it would be weird if the incarnation of pleasure and sex rose from the ocean as a child, would it not?) she actually spent quite a bit of time in the sea, and there are several myths involving her IN the sea. Love my girl. Aphrodite you mean so much to me. That’s this week’s blog, I SWEAR I’ll get back to the ATLA blogs soon guys I miss them Greek mythology is driving me insane