#Al-Suli

[twig-gy]

ok 👍 mi sama pipi jan li ken ala moli e mi

[adhdo5]

Officially giving up on MTPVR tbh . mi weka ale tan ona. mi lon kulupu lon tenpo suli li awen pilin weka tan sona, li kute ala e toki pona mute . ni li kulupu poka musi pi toki Inli. mi lon ala poka pi jan mute ni. mi pilin ala e musi pi ilo Wijasa. mi wile ala lon. mi wile toki pona a. mi wile lon poka pi jan sama. mi wile ala awen pilin weka, li wile ala awen alasa insa e mi lon kulupu pi jan mi ala, li wile ala awen pilin sama mi pi tenpo pini weka...

[epicdogymoment]

mi moku e sina :) mi pakala kepeken kiwen uta e sina :)

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Disney supported Israel and boasted about it

Warning, random rant:

Fucking "Vote Blue" liberals when the blues provided weapons to Israel and on August 10th 100 Palestinians were killed because of your fucking weapons, you fucking bitch love Harris because she's a fake bitch like you

You are as fake as radical feminists when real feminists fight for women's rights, fuck you liberal, you are a piece of shit, you don't even respect the victims who died because of her and her party, but clearly your American privileged white ass is more important than these Muslims, right?

I have no respect for you when you tag in about Palestine the day after 100 people were murdered to force people to vote for your Zionist blue bitch

You fucking idiot, you vote for Zionists and create posts forcing people to vote for her a day after 100 people were murdered and it was because of weapons provided the day before by your heavenly ones, you liberals have no reason and no human dignity, you are complicit in these crimes

Don't try with these "Because Trump is worse" or "Russian troll" lines, the truth is that you are using these lines to feel unpunished for your crimes, you fucking piece of shit

Yes, I'm pissed at you

And no, I won't be polite to these bastards, because they themselves have no respect for the victims when they enter tags about Palestine and write their shit about voting for the blue Smurfs

Now that I have your attention:

Knowing life, liberals will still call me "Idiots" and other shit, but they had no respect for the victims if they force people to vote for someone who supplies weapons to the country that did it

[mondainelife]

mi wile pali mute lon toki pona. taso, mi wile pali lon toki Inli kin. toki pona li musi suli tawa mi. mi wile wawa lon toki pona. mi olin e toki pona.

mi pilin monsuta tan ni: jan ante la, toki pona li nasa. tan ni la mi toki lili lon toki pona.

lon ilo ni la, mi pilin pona lon toki pona. tenpo ni la, mi toki e toki pona lon ilo ni taso. mi wile e ni lon tenpo kama: mi ken toki e toki pona lon ale.

[fireofbomb]

JAN ALE O SONA E NI A!!!! ALE LI JAN SULI LI UTALA A!1!

[towersofviolet]

v's sfth toki pona translation #1

i decided to smoosh two hyperfixations together and translated one of shoot from the hip's improvised sketches into toki pona. this is "heinous crimes of treason" from "completely improvised sketches #11", a.k.a. luke as a draconian monarch sending people down into the crocodile-infested waters below. it's literally just a transcript so won't make much sense without the accompanying video.

musi sin nanpa 11: ike a tawa lawa

jan Ton: tenpo ni la mi pali e musi tawa sina. musi nanpa wan la mi wile e toki open. ken la ni li kama tan ma ni. ni li toki open.

jan mute: [kalama mute]

jan Ton: ni li seme?

jan: a! mun li len e suno. ni li suno a!

jan Ton: a! mun li len e suno. ni li suno a! pona a. o pana e ijo tan ma ni.

jan ante nanpa wan: mi moli e waso.

jan ante nanpa tu: o tawa e ona lon anpa.

jan ante nanpa tu wan: mi kama mama.

jan Ton: “o tawa e ona lon anpa.” ni li toki sina anu seme? lukin sina li pana e suno. ni li nasa a. “o tawa e ona lon anpa.” ni li pona tawa mi. ni la jan ante li jo e nasin ante mute. mi open kepeken ni:  “o tawa e ona lon anpa.” jan ale o kalama luka suli tawa open!

jan mute: [mu]

jan Lu: o tawa e ona lon anpa!

jan San: [mu]

jan Lu: [kalama musi nasa]

jan San: ona li anpa, lawa mi o. jan sin li tawa lon lupa pi akesi suli.

jan Lu: [kalama musi nasa] ni li pona tawa mi. ona li pali ike a.

jan San: jan ni li seme, lawa mi o?

jan Lu: mu… ona li kalama musi tawa mi.

jan San: lon.

jan Lu: sina pana e sona seme kepeken nimi “lon”?

jan San: taso… mi kute e toki sina. ni li lon.

jan Lu: mi lukin e ni: sina sewi e linja pi sewi lukin sina.

jan San: [kalama musi]

jan Lu: sina kalama musi tawa mi. ni li tan seme?

jan San: mi kalama musi ala tawa sina. mi pilin ike tan ni. mi-

jan Lu: o tawa e ona lon anpa!

jan San: a! o tawa ala e mi lon anpa! o tawa ala e mi lon anpa! o tawa ala e mi lon anpa!

jan Ese: [mu]

jan San: [mu]

jan Lu: [kalama musi nasa]

jan Ese: jan sin li moli, lawa sina- mi o.

jan mute: [kalama musi]

jan Lu: sina toki e seme?

jan Ese: mi pilin ike tan ni. tenpo mute la nasin toki mi li kama… nimi ante. mi toki e ni: jan sin li moli, lawa si- mi o. ma mama mi la…

jan Lu: o tawa e ona lon anpa!

jan Ese: ala, ala! o awen! o awen! o awen! ala!

jan Ton: [mu]

jan Ese: [mu]

jan Lu: [kalama musi nasa]

jan Ese: [mu]

jan Ton: ona li moli, lawa mi o.

jan Lu: lon! ni li pona tawa mi. ona li pali ike a.

jan Ton: lon, lawa mi o.

jan Lu: sina lukin e mi tan seme?

jan Ton: mi kute taso e sina, lawa mi o.

jan Lu: ni li pona tawa mi lon tenpo ni.

jan Ton: ni li wowa* ala tawa mi, lawa mi o.

jan Lu: ni li seme tawa sina?

jan Ton: ni li wawo* ala tawa mi, lawa mi o.

jan Lu: wowo*?

jan Ton: ni li ike tawa mi. mi wile e ni: mi ante e ijo. taso, mi sona e ni: mi pakala!

jan Lu: o tawa e ona lon anpa a!

jan San: [mu]

jan Lu: [kalama musi nasa]

jan San: [kalama musi sama] lawa mi o, mi pali tawa sina. ni li pona tawa mi.

jan Lu: jan sama weka o!

jan San: lon! mi lon! tenpo sike mute pini la sina tawa e mi lon anpa. sina sona ala sona e ni? [kalama musi nasa]

jan Lu: [kalama monsuta]

jan San: [kalama nasa]

jan Lu: sina li lon sin tan seme?

jan San: weka la mi pilin ike, jan sama o. ni la mi en akesi suli en jan meli mute en jan lili mute en jan awen mute li lon. ona li lon tan ni: sina tawa e ona lon anpa. mi pilin ike tan ni: mi ken ala toki tawa jan.

jan Lu: a! sina walo tawa mi. sina monsuta tawa mi, jan sama o.

jan San: ni li tan ni: mi monsuta.

jan Lu: [mu monsuta] a! ala!

jan San: mi la sina sona e wile sina.

jan Lu: o tawa e ona lon anpa!

jan San: sina ken ala tawa e monsuta lon anpa. mi tawa sewi. [mu]

jan Lu: lon.

jan San: sina ken taso weka e mi tan ni: sina lukin e sijelo mi. sina kama jo e… sijelo moli mi.

jan Lu: o tawa e mi lon anpa!

jan San: … mi monsuta.

jan Ton: ni li tenpo pini! o kalama luka tawa ona!

jan ale: [kalama luka a]

[martinshep]

Intro post!!

󠁗󠁨󠁯󠀠󠁵󠁰󠀠󠁷󠁵󠁮󠁧󠁬󠁩󠁮󠁧󠀠󠁴󠁨󠁥󠁹󠀠󠁨󠁯󠁧󠁻󠁷󠁵󠁮󠁧󠁬󠁥󠀠󠁴󠁥󠁸󠁴󠀠󠁥󠁮󠁤󠁳󠀠󠁨󠁥󠁲󠁥󠁽Hi I go by Martin, Shep, or Riley (they/them, but it/its to friends) I'm 21 and from Australia.

Autistic with ADHD, huge nerd. Agender anthro dog therian!

I make art on @martinshepart

Make sure to check out my alterhuman dictionary project here!

All my posts or reblogs where I say something are tagged #martin originals

More details under the cut!

Martin Schäfer

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Item condition:

Slightly damaged, still working

I'm autistic and ADHD and still struggling with executive dysfunction. Still learning how to recover from being a former gifted kid and never learning how to socialise. If I'm being annoying or obnoxious please tell me!

Agender because I do not understand gender, although unsure if it's just the human concept of gender I don't understand. However I actively encourage gendering me for the bit!

Therian and transpecies! Specifically an anthro german shepherd mix border collie, possibly with some other herding dogs in there. I also identify a lot with becoming a virtual/uploaded consciousness? Not sure what to call that. Also I'm thesean. If you don't know what that is here's my post about it.

Demisexual and platoniromantic/flectic. Not exact labels but the closest I can get without using an encyclopaedia worth of text to describe myself.

I'm an artist and I'm open for commissions! Check out the pinned post on @martinshepart for details!

Tags

#martin originals - all my posts where I say/ask a thing #poked beast - asks answered by me #martinshep's art - my visual art #martinshep's music - my auditory art #martinshep's languages - my languages related art

Other blogs

@martinshepart - my art blog, I put all my art there @martin-schaefer - my alt nsfw blog that I'll probably rarely use

Current special interests and hobbies:

(Note my knowledge of any of these is not as exhaustive as most people's)

Illustrated art

Cartography

History (esp cultural and economic)

Linguistics (esp lexicography and orthography)

Semiotics

Cosmology

Quantum mechanics and general relativity

The most horrid music you can imagine (breakcore, mashcore, dariacore, dancecore)

3D modelling

Fursuit making

Kandi bracelets

Game design/dev (once I get my shit together and learn C#)

Music making

Furgonomics

4D games

Languages I know, am learning, or am planning to learn:

If you speak one of the languages I'm learning and are willing to help me out please let me know :D

English - I'm a native speaker and specifically speak australian english

Auslan - Taking classes on it and soon will be taking a tafe course on it.

Toki pona - mi kama sona, kepeken tenpo suli. mi pilin e ni: sona toki pona mi lon meso. (I'm learning, slowly. I think I'm at an intermediate level.)

Hindi/हिंदी - मैं बुनियादी हिंदी वाकयों बोल�� सका। मैं कोश में शब्द मिलना बहुत अक्सर। (I can say simple sentences. I have to look up words in the dictionary very often.)

German/Deutch - Ich kennen en bisschen deutch, aber jetzt ich lernen nicht. (I know some german, but I'm no longer learning it.)

Dutch/Nederlands - Ik spreek een beetje nederlands. Dezelfde als duits echter. (I speak some dutch. Same as german though.)

Spanish/Español - Estudiaba español. Sé mucho poco. (I'm learning spanish. I know very little.)

Croatian/Hrvatska - Still getting around to learning the basics.

I also want to learn arabic and mandarin at some point but I'm waiting until I'm learning fewer languages.

Me↓ (art by snowflake-sage)

Me↑ (art by snowflake-sage)

Feel free to message me if you want to hang out in vrchat, infodump to me, get help with art or 3d modelling, lust over my fursona, or just chat! I'm an attention whore so don't think you're bothering me!

I also have a discord server:

I like to listen to fucked up horrible awful music

Here's a google doc (currently under renovation) with a bunch of recommendations that's still a work in progress, I plan to add more to it as time goes on too

I'm like a year late to make this but whatever

[jan-silan]

toki a! mi wile sona e ni: sina pali e seme lon tenpo poka? :3

sina toki e "tenpo poka" la sina toki e tenpo ni anu e ni: tenpo musi/tenpo pi ijo ale?

tenpo ni la, mi lon li kepeken ilo nanpa mi

tenpo musi la mi kute e kalama musi mute, li kama sona e toki, li pali e toki, li tawa ma kasi suli :3

[kasilitawa]

kalama musi "Planet of the Bass" lon toki pona

kalama ni li musi a! tan ni la mi ante e ona tawa toki pona

sina ken kalama uta e ni:

oni ale ona li seme kalama li pona la pilin ike ala tawa musi luka suli lon ale pimeja la kalama anpa lon li moli ala meli li mije pona unpa! mi wile a o pini e utala kute pi kalama ni sijelo la o musi ilo li jo e mute jan ale o tawa!

mi ken ala pini kalama e ni a

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

Content warnings for this chapter: implied sa references, violence, trafficking references

AO3 link

Chapter 13 - Nina

Nina left Inej on a bridge just North of the Slat, and began to walk towards West Stave alone. On the way to the Barrel they had watched the world come awake with the final dregs of sunrise - black-suited merchers, mediks, and lawyers appearing and disappearing as they rushed between the streets on their way to work, runners moving back and forth like lightning between the Exchange and the Financial District to update on the earliest news of the day - but here there was no need for the slow progress of early morning; here the streets were as bustling as they would have been at midnight and every hour after, performers and players and tourists shouting and cheering and exchanging that beloved coin. It was perhaps quieter than it would be this evening, but the only true lull in the Barrel came with the lazy hours of mid afternoon. Nina watched the outline of the White Rose growing on the horizon as she darted in and amongst the crowds, lavishing the thought of curling up on her little chaise and closing her eyes for the rest of the day. She didn’t doubt she’d be working this evening but hopefully being back unexpectedly early would mean there was little time to schedule and she’d have a lighter day. Nina didn’t make commission on her work altering moods, so unless there was a good Tailoring job lined up she didn’t feel the need to take on any more clients than was the minimum for her monthly quota. Her percentage cut of the Tailoring was upsettingly low anyway, but she’d take it over nothing. Money was too tight to complain; there was a tiny stash of kruge beneath one of her floorboards, on its approach to two hundred and fifty, and if she didn’t remain frugal for the next month she may be forced to dip into it. She really didn’t want to. That money was earmarked for other means, but if she got any closer to falling behind on her interest payments to Per Haskell she might have to temporarily prioritise her survival over Matthias’ freedom. 

“Nah, I swear!” someone in the goggle-eyed mask of the madman shouted, as Nina slipped by, “I saw it, all splayed over the steps outside the House of Exotics,”

“You’re a damn liar, Al,” laughed his companion, her face hidden beneath the veil of the Lost Bride, “She’s ashes on the Reaper’s Barge by now,”

The same Suli girl from the Willow Switch was performing over the canal again - the swings this time, partnering with a lithe Shu girl in scraps of green silk. Neither of them could have been more than sixteen, and the only section of their arms not covered by glitter were covered instead by the dark ink of the Willow Switch tattoo. The Shu girl flipped in the air and landed upside down on the next swing, knees hooked tightly over the bar. Her long hair came loose as she twisted and fell in a black wave, dangling into the waters of the canal as she swung back and forth, the glittering pins that had held it in place flopping into the water with tiny ripples. The crowd gasped and Nina couldn’t tell if it had been an accident or part of the performance, to hold their intrigue. She hoped it was on purpose, but the brief flash of fear in both girls’ eyes made her doubt that it was.

For no real reason - and she probably shouldn’t have done - Nina stopped and watched the end of the performance. The Suli performed another trick and her hair fell from its tight spiral as well, spinning and shimmering as it unfurled, but Nina was pretty sure she’d seen her loosen the pins. Maybe she thought it would look better if they matched. They finished and landed on the side of the canal, bowing deeply to the crowd and accepting their applause. No-one seemed to notice that, once they’d finished their bow, they did not release each other’s hands. The Shu girl, eyes still frightened above the smile of an actor at the stage door, tightened her grip and mouthed something to the girl next to her, her lips barely daring to move. Even from this distance, it looked distinctly like I’m sorry. 

Nina kept walking. 

As soon as she was through the back door of the White Rose she saw Adrian and Elodie leaving the little kitchen, and as soon as they saw her they faltered. She didn’t notice straight away.

“Hiya, is Feliks in?” asked Nina, shaking the Ketterdam mists out of her sleeve cuffs.

She was already thinking about her nightdress and her blankets as she set down her trunk to briefly stretch out her arms, but if Feliks was at the house she’d let him know the job was done before she went upstairs. 

“Not for another hour yet,” said Elodie, softly.

Her face was slightly hidden behind the silver tea tray she was balancing on her palms, but even so Nina could see that her hair would soon need Tailoring again. Elodie was one of the few in the house that Nina knew for certain was there on indenture - even the salaried staff generally slept in the building just as Nina did, so it wasn’t always easy to tell - because she’d told her so the first time she Tailored her. 

“Will my eyes ever be blue again?” she’d asked quietly, looking up at Nina.

She could only be about twelve. 

“They will,” Nina promised her, “And if I’m still here when you leave then I’ll undo it for you, so you don’t have to wait for it to fade,”

Elodie had just stared at her blankly for a moment, then said “Oh”.

“What’s wrong?” asked Nina, gently coaxing the girl’s head back so she could continue working on her eyes.

Elodie gave a sort of shrug, as best she could from the position.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever leave,”

Now she was teetering slightly and Adrian caught the edge of her tray to level it.

“Go on,” he said, nodding towards the door as he helped her rebalance, “Mister Norell is waiting,”

Elodie’s cheeks flushed for a moment, and then she hurried on her way. Nina rolled her shoulders.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” she said to Adrian, “But would you mind bringing me a cup of tea?”

“Yeah, Nina, but-”

“I’ll make sure to come back down in a few hours, but could you let Feliks know that I’m back when he gets…” she finally took in Adrian’s anxious gaze and fidgeting, “…here - why are you looking at me like that? Oh Saints, don’t look at me like that,” 

Adrian blushed a little, but the nervous energy didn’t leave his twitching fingers or those wide, unnervingly pale eyes.

“Don’t tell me,” she sighed, and then a second of fraught silence: “Okay just tell me,”

“Five clients,” he all but squeaked.

“No,”

“And then the Geldstraat job again,”

“No,”

“The first client is going to be here in twenty minutes,”

“Adrian my love, I’m sorry but if you say one more word I will be forced to shoot the messenger,”

Adrian pursed his lips and Nina noticed that the colour was returning to them; she’d need to Tailor him again soon too. She tried to leave it as long as possible between sessions because Feliks charged them no less than he charged any of the other Tailoring clients would get charged for such a long job, and in the case of Elodie and several others it was added to their indentures. 

“Brekker hasn’t paid him yet,” Adrian but his lip, leaning the teeniest bit farther away from Nina as though she might actually lash out of him, “so he’s going to take it out of your cheque,”

Nina closed her eyes and took a very slow breath. 

“Saints give me strength,” she muttered, just on the off chance the old ghosts might be paying attention. 

“I’m sorry,”

“Not your fault, darling. You got a copy of the schedule?”

Adrian nodded. 

“I’ll bring one up with your tea,”

“You’re a star,” she turned towards the stairs, “See you in a minute,”

There was really very little time to prepare for her first client but luckily it was the third appointment with Langen, a merch from the Zelvar District who visited her once a month - she knew what the plan was, and he wouldn’t have complaints about her recent absence. Nina flung her travel bag into the bottom of her wardrobe, then changed and thrust herself into the uncomfortable fake kefta as quickly as she could manage. By the time Adrian knocked on her door she was sitting in front of the vanity, Tailoring the dark circles under her eyes as best she could in such a rush and running a brush through her slightly tangled hair. Even as she set herself to rights her mind was not yet on work - it was too busy being furious. Kaz must have already told Feliks that she was coming back early, which honestly pissed her off more than knowing he hadn’t paid him yet. But then again, why hadn’t he paid him yet? It seemed a very un-Kaz thing not to have done so. It probably had something to do with whatever money Feliks already owed Kaz; Nina didn’t know or care about the details.

Ah well, she told herself as she gratefully accepted the tea that Adrian had brought her, you can’t change it now. You’ll just have to keep Kaz’s money hostage until he’s settled everything. If there was one thing she could use to bend Kaz Brekker’s insanity to her will, it was cold hard cash. 

Nina had bare minutes to read through the schedule for the rest of the day and she salvaged every one of them. It wasn’t quite as bad as she’d thought it might be; a two hour season now, then no-one until four bells. Plenty of time for a cat nap. Why did they want her back at the Van Eck house so soon though? Nina might ask Inej to follow her again; she felt better knowing where she was going and why she was wanted, but the whole experience had left a strange sense of rotting in her stomach. And she’d have to watch herself now - no saying her name, as little talking as possible in front of Wylan. There was every chance he’d already recognised her voice when they were at the university, but if he had then he hadn’t been obvious about it. 

Nina sighed, finished the last gulp of her tea, then straightened the cuffs of her kefta and flicked her hair over her shoulders. Time to put on a show. 

Or it would have been, if the plan hadn’t gone out of the window very, very quickly. 

Nina glided down the stairs and into the lobby, hand poised on the bannister, mysterious wise Grisha smile setting into place. Langen was sitting on one of the white sofas, an untouched glass of near-colourless wine in front of him on the table. If he drank at all he had never done so in front of Nina, though she always offered and he was of course always given something whilst he waited. His eyes were drifting through the room but she knew that he had seen her, and she gave him a slow nod as she approached. He finally looked up when she was just a few steps away, and stood to meet her.

“Nina,”

“Mr Langen,” she gave him a brief, polite bow of the head, and the next step should have been to ask him to follow her upstairs.

As Nina lifted her gaze back to meet his, she stopped. Across the room she could see Elodie, still with her tea tray as she refilled the bone white teacup of someone who, though he had removed his mask to sip his drink and eat his pale little cake, was dressed in the distinct cape of Mr Crimson. What had actually caught Nina’s eyes was that the man had leaned forwards, close to tiny little Elodie, and his hand was slipping down her back. Elodie gasped and stumbled a pace backwards, then cried out as tea spilled from the pot and onto her hands. She almost dropped the thing and set it hastily down onto the table, rubbing her hand repeatedly down the front of her skirt. Attention turned vaguely towards her and then drifted away again just as quickly, but Elodie’s cheeks had turned scarlet and Nina’s head was crying alarm bells. She stood quite still for a moment, aware of Langen watching her, her eyes on the laughing Mr Crimson as Elodie apologised profusely and tried to reach back to the teapot with shaking hands. He said something Nina was too far away to hear, and then leaned forwards again. 

“Excuse me sir,” Nina said to Langen, “I will be right with you,”

Her tone shifted quite irrevocably as she marched across the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Mr Crimson looked up at her, grin not even slipping.

“Just a bit of fun, eh pretty girl? Why, you wanna join us?”

“Sir, I am going to very politely ask you to leave but I am only going to do that one time,”

His eyes flashed. In an instant he had grabbed Elodie’s wrist and pulled her towards him, the cup still in her hand spilling over her shoes as she gasped. 

“Well now I’m just intrigued what happens after that one time,”

“My patience wears thin quick,” she didn’t risk using her power - not yet, at least, though she wouldn’t hold back if she had to - but she clamped her hand onto the collar of his stupid cape and yanked him close to her, “And then things get ugly,”

He shook away from her, shoving Elodie to the floor and advancing on Nina.

“You think your boss’ll be happy with you talking to me that way?”

“My boss isn’t here right now so you will have to deal with me,” she hissed, raising her hands ready to make good on the threat if she needed to, “Get out,”

He made a fumbling grab for her shoulder and she dodged easily, then twisted her arm around his so he was stuck in place as she kicked him hard in the shin.

“Nina!” someone shouted in panic, she wasn’t exactly sure who. 

Everyone was looking at them now. One of the house girls had helped little Elodie to her feet and one of the other servants was looking at the burn on her hand, but Elodie was staring straight at Nina with wide eyes. 

“You get out of this house,” Nina hissed, releasing the man’s arm, “And you don’t fucking come back,”

He glared at her for a moment, eyes wilder than black seas beneath a storm in the night, and then marched through the open doors with a swish and billow of his ugly red cape. Nina breathed. Everyone was still staring at her. 

She took Elodie upstairs - Langen could wait - and sat her down on the little chaise. 

“Are you okay?”

“I ruined my shoes,” she whispered.

“Did you burn your feet?”

“No,”

“You can get new shoes. Are you okay?”

She nodded, a little shakily. 

“Can I see your hand?” 

There was a brief pause before Elodie slipped her hand into Nina’s, and Nina ran her fingers over the reddened skin until it healed. 

“Thank you,”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Nina told her, smiling.

“Not just my hand,” she whispered, “Thank you…”

She trailed away, but Nina nodded.

“I’m always here for that too,” she promised.

There was a brief pause and Elodie’s voice was anxious when she ventured:

“Will you, though? Nina… are you going to get fired?”

“I…” Nina tried to control the shake in her own voice, the real weight of what she’s just done finally hitting her over the head like a sack of bricks, “I don’t know,”

She had attacked a client. She had attacked a client. Oh Saints, she was cooked. What was she going to do if she got fired? Would Kaz be able to find somewhere else for her, or would she be stuck running deeper and deeper into debt with Haskell until… until what? There was no way out of this, not without going back to Ravka - maybe not even then, what money did the Triumvirate have to bail her out? And she couldn’t go back anyway. She couldn’t abandon Matthias any further than she already had. 

Elodie shuffled closer and Nina offered her an arm so she could lean in.

“I don’t like it here,” she whispered, resting her head against Nina’s side.

“I know you don’t, poppet,” Nina murmured, “I’m sorry. We’re gonna figure it out though, yeah? You and me,”

“Really?”

“Promise,” 

What a stupid fucking thing to say. But if it made Elodie smile, even for the briefest moment, was it okay to lie so terribly?

[kitsumo]

TOKI A!!!! POKEMON EN TOKI PONA LI KIN PONA TAWA MI

(sorry if grammar is poor :'( )

aaaa lon.. pokimon li epiku tawa mi kin :-]

okay switching to english i'd end up making some insane sentences in tp if i tried to use it for this lolll

anyways YEA i love toki pona & pokemon so much.. to the point i had the idea for a fangame/fan region based after and written in toki pona a while back.. i called it "pokimon" (poki + monsuta.. monster capsule!!) and ive been doing work on it off and on though havent made a ton of progress in terms of making anything out of it lol :-P

in other words, mi pali e pokimon taso pali mi li lili :-[

tenpo kama la mi wile pali e pali suli tawa pokimon, li pana e pali mi tawa jan ale :-]

(also, its okay! my grammar is a bit rusty lol, though here since you already used "en", "kin" should be left out :-P)

[adhdo5]

SO I'M OPENING TRADITIONAL COMMS

Purchase today, at your whim, a 5.5"x8.5" watercolor or a classic Pencil Doodle On Graph Paper for a relatively small amount of US dollars

I WILL DRAW: your OC. Your TTRPG or Balding Gate or Minecraft Roleplay character. Your favorite guy from your shows as long as she won't get me killed. Robots to some extent. Minecraft guys. Creatures. Aliens. Furries/anthros. Gore/body horror. Love and endearment. Possibly more -- just ask!

I will send you any pictures that you request of the image, and if you buy a painting and feel like sending me your address+the shipping cost I'll mail the physical copy to you if you really wish

10% discount if you commission a StarCraft character, an SCP character, c!Ranboo, or c!Technoblade. sina toki pona tawa mi la sina kin li ken pana ala e mani pi mute sama a! (sona sama pi toki pona li lon anpa)

TERMS & CONDITIONS (BOTH)

up to two characters, waist up only

proship shit, gore of minors, etc fuck off; no real people you don't know; no NSFW/fetish, sorry; reserve the right to refuse service for other discomfort

no resellage, no crypto/NFT/web3, keep my name ~roughly in vicinity, please negotiate any AI/ML use

MI WILE PANA ESUN E SITELEN PI LIPU LON A

tenpo lon la sina ken kama jo a e sitelen ni kepeken mani pi suli mute ala! sina ken esun e sitelen pi kule mute e sitelen pi kule ala kin. sitelen kule li lon lipu pi suli 5.5"x8.5"

mi ken sitelen e jan musi mute! sina musi toki la mi ken sitelen e jan musi sina! mi ken sitelen e jan soweli, e jan ilo, e jan monsuta; mi ken sitelen e olin; mi ken sitelen e pakala sijelo. kulupu esun o pakala ala e mi; wile sina o pakala ala e wile mi ni; ni tu li lon la mi ken sitelen e jan musi ale!

mi pini e sitelen ni la mi pana e sitelen ale pi wile sina kepeken ilo; sina wile jo e sitelen kule lon la o pana e sona pi ma sina e mani tawa ni

LAWA MI: mi wile ala sitelen ni: jan lili li kama pakala. kin, sina wile e sitelen pi jan lon la, ona o sona e ni: mi sitelen e ona. kin, mi wile ala sitelen e unpa. mi wile ala sitelen tan ijo ante la mi ken toki e ni li ken esun ala. o awen e sona pi nimi mi. o pana esun sin ala. o kepeken ala tawa nasin mani ike. sina wile pana e sitelen tawa ilo la o toki tawa mi lon open

[tokiponavr]

pona tawa jan kama ale pi tenpo kulupu suli ni! mi ale li musi sitelen - musi mute a! o kama sin pona!

Thanks to everyone who came to our Projekto Babel crossover meetup! Powerpoint Karaoke was lots of fun. See you soon!

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

It depresses me how many collections move so slowly or do not want to move at all…

Now that I have your attention:

So close...

[kon-lin]

tenpo suli la mi lon ala lipu Tanpala. kin la, mi toki ala kepeken toki pona lon tenpo suli sama. ni li ike a tawa mi. ona li tan ni: ike mute en ante mute li kama.. taso tenpo ni la mi wile toki sin lon toki pona. ken la mi toki sin lon lipu ni. sina lukin e ni la...pona tawa sina. kama la ale li kama pona