A brief-ish history of what the fuck is happening in this journal. Alec is rather free with his history. Half the time he makes it up as he goes along. Inhabiting this journal are several versions, or alternates, of Alec. One or two are sort of meta-aware of the others. The rest exist on their own. Also as this journal is for a character who is actively having his history built as he's a character in my novel series, facts about his past, present and future change. For Alec aware of these things, all of them are true and he finds it mildly amusing.

The best example of this is in regards to his love life. Currently he's had several lovers since the start of this journal. It began with his wife, Verra verra_rose, and Lorac lorac_seriph (Yes, I know real creative journal names.) Lorac was/is his insane soul-mate as it stands currently, though this is in flux. Then there was Jono cutting_visions, Alec's old lover. In several RPs back listed, he's been shown as an abusive and possessive lover. However, in writing the novels, he just didn't work like that, and I discovered that he was actually madly in love with Alec and while being an utter prat he's still not abusive. In fact he took over Verra's role who while they were friends I couldn't really feel any romantic chemistry with. (But this is a very recent development)

With me so far?

Then! In the course of the Role Playing Alec met a fire god name Kairos who was played by someone else and they started up a relationship. And it was good. There was much sex. However, Alec being an utter flake, flirted with anyone who came by (male and female) upset Kairos' player and she retconed their relationship. Alec wasn't too happy about it and he cried for a while, but got over it. And he met another nice man named Michael and they dated for a while and then shit happened and they sort of didn't break up. I tried to restart Alec's continuity.

It didn't work. The bastard refused to restart. This is what you get when you have a meta aware pup.

SO! Currently Alec is back to his beginning state of being marvelously self aware of the fourth wall to the point of ignoring it entirely. However, never fear, he'll not break it for your pups in a role-play. He'll just present himself as a rather spazzy individual with too much power; which he'll freely admit to having, and somewhat of a (sort of homeless) drifter through the multiverse.

He does have some homes per-say. There's the Passages Inn, which he doesn't really use any more and then his canon home which he acknowledges its existence but doesn't really live there because he as he is now doesn't fit.

He is trying to start up a relationship with Phoenix ashes_ascending and if things go well, try and crash there. So far things are going well.

There will probably also be bits and pieces of story bits that I throw up here as they occur to me.

See, I could totally see this. Except I don't remember who the_brain_man is.

Getting trickle down bad icky vibes from mun.

Feeling sad.

Snuggles wanted.

I'm a handsome looking devil, aren't I?

Um. I blame Ash.






It's Phoenix! Can't you tell by the Halo?!



From here.

You know, I see a lot of those anonymous confession posts and things where you go to this other post and comment with your name. Then people anonymously comment about you. I don't think I like them very much. I know I've rubbed a lot of people the wrong way over the years and I like to think that I've rubbed them the right way too. The thing is, no matter which way I've rubbed them, I'd rather tell them to their face as myself or have them tell me to my face as themselves.

Any other way just seems cowardly.

I'm not saying that this makes the people who do them cowards or anything like that. This is just my own feelings on the manner and why I'm not going to do them or answer them.

This is just coming up because I'm seeing them all up and down my friend's list.

And then the house.

The house held memories of a life pruned. The path this house held in his life had been cut away. Pruned to nothing as it no longer fit. It was no longer relevant. He no longer had a wife and children. In a way, it was a relief.

He never cared for them. He'd never, ever, ever admit that out-loud. It's not something people said. They had been given to him because, of all things, a Hercules the Legendary Journeys episode. The one with the baby dragon who'd been caught and made to burn villages as extortion. At least, he thought that was the plot. The episode was only seen once. But the baby dragon caught his writer's fancy. As things did. So, he became the dragon's father. It worked, because his writer wanted it to work. If he fathered a child, then there must be a mother. Thus Braxious and Verra Rose came into his life.

Ah, Verra Rose. Alec reached up to touch one of the many orange roses that grew on the side of the house. He'd planted them for her. She loved orange roses. But he didn't love her. Not like a person loved a lover, the mother of their children. The emotions he felt towards her were just ... friendly. If at all. Not that he'd ever admit that either. There were somethings that shouldn't ever be said.

Saying them gave truth, even if it was a lie.

Their love was just placed upon them. Because that was how the world worked. At least until his writer discovered slash.

He laughed softly. He could remember all sorts of ways the writer tried to have him have sex with other men when they didn't know it was possible to do it as two men. Usually he ended up getting turned into a woman. Gender-flipping at its finest. Naivete. Maybe even the unconscious realities of the writer's gender-queerness.

Once it was realized though... that branch had to be cut off. The heterosexual one. He could no longer go against his character, right? How else could he grow properly?

Sitting down on the stoop he looked out at the large oak tree in across from the house. There he'd buried his family.

Their deaths had been violent.

It had to be. It had to be final. No going back. No retcons. No miraculous back from the dead. That part of his life was over. Done.

He mourned properly and then moved on.

What else could he do?

Which left only the house.

Should he keep it or should he let it go?

He didn't know.

Shamelessly I have brought Trey back from oblivion. Maybe he and Schnozz can play.

So, I'm shilling my soul out here for Kips.

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