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Antifa Orpheus "Tempest" Wren 🏳️‍⚧️
@probablyacryptid.bsky.social
1.8K followers 730 following 23K posts
37, trans, physically broken, AuDHD, C-PTSD. Still wearing masks

Single but still married (bleh)
NOT dating

Keybard author

he/him
Discord: (mutuals only, DM me)

Ko-fi books/music, get something free on me 💚: https://ko-fi.com/orpheusandeli/shop
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Crested bullhead shark. I must learn about them
A screenshot of the crested bullhead shark, a knobbly, stripey bro
January 5, 2026 at 6:13 AM
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My nephew and I have been taking walks in the morning around dawn and also at sunset sometimes and anyway he takes some amazing pictures, that kid
A picture of a very glutted Mojave River a little before sunset with the water electric blue and the reeds glowing gold and the hills a yellow to spring green. The sky above is robin's egg blue fading into almost white down by the horizon
January 3, 2026 at 7:08 PM
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Someone got me this as a winter holiday gift a y'all I can't fucking wait
A chainmail choker with a dagger and spikes pendant on a knee covered by a fluffy white polar fleece trouser leg
January 2, 2026 at 2:02 AM
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Apparently I am a dryadoligist

(Emily Wilde)
A green square with white text reading: You are now forced to have the same job as the main character in the last book you read. What is the job?
December 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
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Tempest hanging off his hammock a bit wearing his trans squirrels shirt and laying on a fuzzy pillow. His hair is cut in a fade with the previously mohawk part cut shorter. His hair is feeling a bit more lively today!
December 25, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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Tempest relaxing in his hammock, wearing the wrong glasses. He looks less exhausted than he feels and doesn't understand how. He's shaved his facial hair but not the sides of his head recently. With whose energy?
December 23, 2025 at 2:56 AM
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I've ALWAYS been this color, there's just a lot more grey in it presently. The first thing ever said about my hair was directly after I was born and it was that I needed a haircut already 😂😂
A picture of a picture of lil baby Tempest, maybe 3 months old
December 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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By Lucas S Jones from his book "I Still Believe In Miracles"
No matter what you buy, you're only ever renting Everything's on credit No matter how you spend it And we should hold it gently And gratefully and tight You only own a home As much as you own light You can wear the clothes But only for tonight
December 17, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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By the way, this is Fred and Damien, my two successfully pirated pineapples. Fred is from the gas station, Damien is a Del Monte pineapple from the grocery store
A frilly, vibrant green pineapple plant in a hanging basket in a bathtub. His name is Fred and he's doing AMAZING A somewhat ragged, darker green pineapple plant with a short or altogether missing inside crown that is growing back. His name is Damien and I am so happy he's doing great these days. He is also in a hanging basket sitting in a bathtub
December 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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If anyone was wondering how the brain aneurysm PTSD has been lately

...

Well I still have it, that's for sure
A Swallowed Scream by Orpheus Wren I know now why I cannot ever find the words How do you translate such a helpless scream, A muted shriek of terror, swallowed long ago? It still rings in hollow pathways of my mind Where once thought and sensation flowed Before blood poured in to clog the channels But while the dank sludge was cleaned Fear moved in to fill those channels instead “I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid,” it calls A useless lesson for a time I could not control The doom has passed for but today only And the swallowed scream in my mind cries Drinking up every word to describe that horror Buried behind the sound of a survivor sobbing So I am left with nothing but numb silence I try, I try, I try to find the words to speak of it But all I can hear in my heart, my mind, my soul Is a person whose terrified screams for help Were never heeded, never heard, never seen I know now why I cannot ever find the words For how do you translate an unspoken scream?
December 10, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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There ya go

(it was DELICIOUS, almost orgasmic)
A picture of an heirloom tomato salad with fresh terragon, cheddar, and chopped pecans as well as a terragon vinegar and wildflower honey dressing
December 9, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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I think I'm getting back on my bullshit y'all
History Rhymes by Orpheus Wren I don't know how to tell you this But WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME History, no, doesn't quite repeat But you can hear it slam a near rhyme I don't know where we should even go But I know we don't want to stay here Freedom always loses the ground When people cede it out of mortal fear Don't you want to stop this terror? What would you do to find some peace? Who is it you want that peace for? When will the hate and violence cease? Have you been herded in your thinking Like a lamb into the slaughter’s den? Will you let them treat you like clay? Why do you think I pick up my pen? People always say that things need changing Then never change a gods damned thing Hey, change is a VERB, it thirsts for ACTION Not just one march, but a song we often sing There's more protest in small and daily actions A smile for a neighbor, a voice of hope We're standing on the gallows together Maybe try loosening your neighbor's rope I don't know how to tell you this But we are running on borrowed time I'd like this pattern to finally end For history to run out of this rhyme Call this poem your sign if you need one (It's not like you haven't had your choice) But the only time you should stay silent Is when they rip out your fucking voice
December 6, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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This

It was all so delicious and it made everyone so happy, but most especially the kid
Side view of a pumpkin cheesecake that came out absolutely perfect on a table A picture of a thanksgiving feast of turkey, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, ranch mashed potatoes, biscuits and gluten free toast, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, dressing, egg nog, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, pumpkin cheesecake, gravy, and apple cider with my nephew lighting candle for the autumnal display in the background
November 29, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Do you think we have enough cranberry sauce? There's 4 of us

Also, please admire my pumpkin cheesecake, which I made without a recipe. It tastes amazing
Three bowls of cranberry sauce, one the jellied can stuff, still in can shape, one regular and bright red, one with blueberries and darker red, next to an as yet still in the spring form pumpkin cheesecake on a wooden table. Also visible is eggs being peeled The pumpkin cheesecake out of the spring form pan looking decadent as fuck
November 28, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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You've just died.
The 6th picture in your phone gallery is what killed you.

... this tracks. Still, next time I go to trim the tree, I'll be extra careful
A pile of mesquite branches on the walkway after I cut them down on Saturday
November 27, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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I trimmed a tree today, so joining you in grunge land

But in some weeks after this stuff cures, we'll have some nice firewood after I break it up a bit!
Mesquite branches half on the walkway and half in the dirt
November 23, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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Co-Star, you have nooo idea
A screenshot from Co-Star reading "No one could accuse you of being fake." above Tempest's profile picture
November 22, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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The thought "miracles are like craft herpes" came into my brain and 30 minutes later

#poetry #poem #writingcommunity #miracles

Love y'all. Go look for some miracles today
Miracles are just like craft herpes, glitter They're fucking everywhere if you look, honestly Sometimes people send you packages With bags of them stuck to the tape So when you open the box they explode All over you, your lap, the room, the table And you will never stop finding them As long as you remember to keep looking They get in your hair, on your skin It takes days, weeks, years to come off But you'll find some under the couch later Then you'll have miracles on you again It gets in your food and you'll carry it inside you It gets in your eyes and makes you want to cry It gets in your heart, your lungs, your brain Flows through your blood, gets in your bones Gets stuck in your kidneys, your liver And nothing ever quite undoes the impact Of having a miracle come into your life You will always, always, carry that impact Finding it in strange corners of your life In unexpected moments or specific searching Until you start to see them elsewhere too In small interactions with a stranger at a store While watching your garden grow and change Laughing with friends and family over dinner Listening to music or watching an old movie Or even just sitting down to fold your laundry You see the miracle of everything you are now Glinting at you like shining motes of glitter In every single breath you are still taking With every beat of your still beating heart In every morning you wake and are still waking Beating in every single nanosecond of every day There is a reminder of that miracle around you Miracles are just like craft herpes to me now I hope you will start looking for them too For there is a miracle in every single moment In every single person's life, no matter what Every day we live, every moment of breathing Every touch of a friend or a stranger or a loved one Miracles are not always large and loud The most important ones are the smallest things May all find healing and may all learn peace And may you find those miracles in your life The ones you are sitting, standing right next to May you wonder at their existence in your life Before you need a larger miracle to make you see Every moment is a miracle because you are a miracle Enjoy the craft herpes of joy all around you Do not take your miracles for granted, friend For the smallest of miracles can save your life That, my friend, is why we call them miracles The craft herpes of life, around us all the time Waiting to step in, step up, and keep us alive Like dazzling stars in life's unending night The miracles all around us wield glittering light I'm so glad I can see, taste, smell, feel, hear this fight When you look for it, my friends? It's a beautiful sight
November 21, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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Hey @floregonian.com apparently I grew a tennis ball in with the beans while it's been raining. Weird weed, but it looked ripe so I brought it inside

Today it's a back massager, but eventually it'll probably be a cane tip
A Penn tennis ball sitting on a pair of teal rompers with a fox pattern. It's obviously synthetic and Tempest is being a silly
November 19, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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@nixostorme.bsky.social you CAUGHT ME IN THE BATH

You heard the man, it's selfie droppin' time!
Tempest looking askance at the camera, clearly up to his nips in the bathtub and likely naked except for his jewelry.
November 13, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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logging on
A green, road sign-esque picture reading "[inside a ribbon] Welcome [outside ribbon] to AUDA CITY population: this bitch"
November 8, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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I love this in so, so many ways
November 7, 2025 at 2:28 AM
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My new psychiatry office's website has its quirks, but I think my favorite is that apparently my race is Legally Separated
A screenshot of a dropdown menu for race with the selection of Legally Separated
November 5, 2025 at 8:39 PM
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Some people need to hear this and will be angry about it. Some people need to hear this and will feel hurt or depressed or afraid. And some people need to hear this and are ready to hear this and start to do something with and because of this

Please, be the latter, if you can. We all need to be
November 2, 2025 at 12:28 AM
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I dunno if I can explain properly why, but this
November 1, 2025 at 11:08 PM