Erika Savage
Bio
I was born and raised in Alaska, and after moving here in 2011, am now an Australian citizen. I am queer, neurodivergent, a computer gamer, and a country fan. If you think you're confused, you should try spending an afternoon in my head.
Stories (9/0)
When The Ether-Net Goes Down
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Fuck, seriously? G'Varth checked his scrying table again. He'd rolled the dice, translated the corresponding runes, and sure enough, this is what The Ether had generated. He couldn't run with this! This was like... Cats can't talk!
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Fiction
Being Roger
We all know Roger; this cartoon has been around since the '80s and has circled the planet more times than the ISS. At one point or another, in all of our lives, we have been Roger. No matter how much we prep ourselves for the big moment, no matter how much we psych ourselves up, no matter how ready we are... *dull thud*
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Psyche
Fashion Assassin
I do not understand fashion. I don't follow it, or even try to keep up with what's popular; I never have. I'm really good at recognizing what's NOT popular and manage to avoid that. I am also bold enough to attempt some things that are just starting to come in, and what might be just on their way out. I believe my taste (read: what I would LIKE to be wearing) is known as Classic and Boho Chic. My style (read: budget) is probably just Basic Bitch Classic. Who the fuck can argue with jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, and well-fitted jackets? Especially if you accessorize correctly. And Ruby Rose* is a whole "next-level jeans and t-shirts" aesthetic I strive for.
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Styled
I swear She Was Fae
There is a hierarchy to Public Transportation in Melbourne. Any of the three modes can take you anywhere. The more obscure, specific, or remote your destination, the greater the chance you will need to use a combination that involves the less sophisticated, more occupied, and much more uncomfortable versions of transport the farther out you get. The Bus, being the "illegitimate bastard with a surname befitting the region" of the three transportation modes, will take you anywhere. They go everywhere and can be in places that their larger siblings have access to but would rather not be associated with. This also means that anyone can access them, from anywhere, and so you get the most colorful smattering and varied cesspool of life on Melbourne's buses. When all else fails, when the wheels come off, and the other modes come off the rails (literally. Not even joking.) they shove us all onto buses. They smell, they're loud, they're often damp for no reason, and the air con doesn't work when it should. Nor does the heat work when you want it to. The posted capacity on a bus is 60 people. The actual capacity has been physically proven to exceed 150. It is a mode that every Melbournian ends up having to endure at some point in their life, for one reason or another; it immediately ends up becoming a life goal to never, EVER, find yourself in a circumstance that will leave you having to possibly rely on a bus for any reason, EVER again, so help you, God. Yes, my time relying on the bus as a regular mode of transport may have been short, but it left a fucking impression. I will not speak of that here.
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Fiction
The First Time I Came Out To A Stranger
I have never been good at picking up. I joke that I should trademark my flirting style as "Epileptic Cat"; it's tragic and awkward, and I am more likely to fall off of something in the process than not. However, I will recover as if nothing happened and give you a piercing stare that will make you forget anything you just witnessed 5 to 15 seconds prior. Suave? If I want to be. Graceful? If you're looking at just the right time (it will be the 3rd or 4th time I've done the same thing, just so I can make sure you saw me being graceful). Witty? Oh goodness yes; if you like really messed up, sarcastic, dark humor, quoted mostly from Archer, Rick and Morty, Lord of The Rings (Oh come on; "a little late for trimming the verge"?! *snerk*), or you like your Shakespeare in original Klingon (*makes note* - this is the 2nd decade you've promised yourself you'd learn some Shakespeare in original Klingon - get your shit together).
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Pride
Stevie Lynn Savage-Rodgers
How annoyingly beautiful is this dog? She permanently has perfect eyeliner. I’m pretty sure she can lift more than I can. And she eats better than most people’s kids. I can speak to her in full sentences and she completely understands me; if I ask her if she’d rather go to the bathroom now or after dinner she will actually choose. I sing to her about being an amazing doggo and she rolls her eyes and huffs at me. Although she might just be annoyed at my singing voice...
By Erika Savage2 years ago in Petlife