#i am having fun. this is enrichment for me.

[azuresage]

Chapters: 1/42 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Original Characters, Original Legend of Zelda Character(s), Various Legend of Zelda Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Action/Adventure, Blood and Violence, Generational Trauma, Character Death Series: Part 4 of The Aurum Flow Summary:

At one time, there were heroes in Hyleigh. When the Realms were threatened, the Hero of Spirits rose to the challenge and saved the land. Now, two thousand years have passed, and the place he protected stands as a ghost of its former self, hanging on by a thread as a mysterious entity threatens to resurrect the long-sealed Demon King Malladus. Sitri Beldine, descendant of the Hero of Spirits, tries to defend her land by mirroring the path of her ancestor. In the Mystic Realm, the Demon King Mikhaeyla honors her family line and upholds a pact of peace between demons and humans, and she worries for the land her forefathers came from. The Lokomo, too, do everything in their power to manage the Physical Realm and keep it from the hands of monsters. And in the midst of all this, voyagers from a distant sea stumble their way onto Hyleigh’s shores, looking to build a new Hyrule kingdom. When all of these forces come together, it will change Hyleigh’s fate forever. ---

Finally got the start of my new story posted! The previous three I uploaded were already finished, but now this is one I just started. Hope I can pick up some new readers for this and my previous works since they’re all connected...

[firethekitty]

post-canon vashwood that can’t keep their hands off each other. post-canon vashwood that follow each other around like shadows, to the point where people will ask where the other is if they’re alone. post-canon vashwood who are constantly hugging and prefer each other’s laps to a chair because they are not going to lose each other again. do you get what i’m saying

[necrotic-nephilim]

Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Omega Dick Week (DCU), Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Tim Drake (DCU), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Reverse Robins, first heat, Tim Drake is Red Hood, Dick Grayson is Robin, Damian Wayne is Nightwing, Porn With Plot, Mildly Dubious Consent, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Bratting, Dirty Talk, Begging, Pre-Flashpoint (DCU), Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Batkids Age Reversal, Imprinting Summary:

Dick doesn't expect to have his first heat like this. He doesn't expect to have a first heat at all.

But when he presents around Tim Drake, the Red Hood he's been clearly warned to stay away from, he imprints on Tim and Dick will do anything to be near him. Sometimes, flirting with danger is worth the price.

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Omega Dick Week 2024 - Day 1: Reverse Robin | First Heat

[shift-shaping]

the rats

solas follows lady volant on her tour of wycome with duke antoine. something is very, very wrong.

rating: t

pairing: solavellan

warnings: blood, canon-typical racism

previous fics | 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

map of wycome below the cut, with districts explained here

Solas met the Duke of Wycome in humble servant clothes, hands held behind his back, comfortable in his role as an invisible aid to the Inquisition’s ambassador, Lady Guinevere Volant. He didn’t quite have the look of an elven servant, what with his height and broad build, but Enaste’s friend had been right: no one paid much attention to elves regardless of their size. 

The Duke of Wycome looked for all intents and purposes like the Duke of revelry that he claimed to be. He was older, and short, with a rotund body and much more hair in his beard than on his head. His clothing was expensive, extravagant and tailored, the colors rich in the mid-morning sun. He had a booming voice and an even louder laugh, like the master of ceremonies at a grand carnival. He had an odd way of walking, something between a limp and a shuffle, perhaps the result of some prior injury. 

He introduced himself to Lady Volant even though she had told Solas they met before, and his small eyes showed no hint of recognition. Looking at them carefully, his eyes showed little emotion whatsoever: they were unfocused and distant, possibly due to vision loss. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, as if he was used to holding something that was no longer there. It gave Solas the impression of a man pretending to be younger and sharper than he was, to the point of foregoing aids like glasses and a cane, presumably to seem more capable in front of his Inquisition allies.

Six armed guards accompanied him, a decidedly large retinue for a city tour, and like Lady Volant, an elven servant hovered behind him. The servant was a short young man, almost unnaturally thin, and wearing what was obviously a wig. The black locks were so long they covered the servant’s neck and shoulders, and the heaviness of the wig made Solas uncomfortably warm looking at it. The day before, with Enaste's clan, Blackwall had suggested Solas wear a wig as well, but Enaste’s very pregnant friend –Harea?– had vetoed the idea when they brought out the only wig the clan apparently had: a literally dirty blonde thing with an uneven cut that Enaste had been fairly sure was actually a dead marmot.

That the servant saw fit to obscure his appearance was extremely suspicious. Was he someone the Duke thought the Inquisition could recognize? Why bring him along at all if that was the case?

The guards seemed bored, even more so than guards usually were, and thoroughly distracted. They wandered, kicked at random rocks on the ground, and shot each other irritated looks whenever the Duke spoke. They paid no mind to Solas, and only barely registered Lady Volant. 

An odd smell danced in the air: metallic, damp, and sweet. Like blood, but brighter.

"It is so wonderful to finally show you the most lively city in Thedas!" The Duke said, gesturing towards the city. His arm fell to his side, harder than was natural. "We start here, in Castle Magnolia, which you've hopefully had the opportunity to observe over your time here, my Lady."

"Of course," the ambassador responded with an easy smile. "The apartment you've so graciously lent me has such a wonderful view of your estate." In fact, the estate was the only view the apartment had; from every window, from the balcony, from the front steps, the only sights were of the carefully maintained Castle Magnolia, the sprawling home of the ruler of Wycome. "I’m eager to learn more about what else the city has to offer. Do you spend much time in the other districts, my lord?"

"Oh, well, naturally I visit the Old Orchard from time to time. The Conservatory is always so lively."

Except it wasn't. Lady Volant had told Solas of the city's history and culture the night before, and he and Wisdom had explored it in the Fade. Just months earlier, the music of Old Orchard Lane would have been so loud it easily reached the apartment they stayed in. It ought to have been full of young people playing music and enjoying their youth late into the night. In fact, the location of their apartments meant it had historically been the guest residence of visiting musicians and dignitaries who could appreciate the late night noise.

"Will there be students there, at this time of day?" Lady Volant asked.

The Duke gave her an odd smile, like it was carved out of wax, and Solas felt a chill. "They should be in class. It's nearing finals, I believe."

"Oh!" Lady Volant put her hands together in front of her chest, as if in prayer. "How wonderful that you are aware of their schedule. It’s so rare to find a leader in touch with the youth nowadays."

"Mhm," the Duke replied, still wearing that wax smile. "We should get started, my lady. There is only so much time in the day, after all." The elf behind him twitched. For a moment Solas thought he and the servant made eye contact, but the thin man was looking past him. His eyes were cold and unfocused, narrowed slightly, staring into nothing.

Solas exhaled and closed his eyes, feeling first the salty sea air on his skin, then the warm sunlight, then the brush of the Veil as it shivered and shifted. He recalled how it first felt to wake beneath its weight, to breathe and see and move as his own vast web smothered him. Since then he had come to some miserable symbiosis with it, using its voids and densities to sense when another mage was willing substance through it. 

He felt it now. The Veil was pulled taut, stretched thin so that magic could slip past its fibers. 

The servant was a mage, and whatever spell he was using, it required more magic than he could provide on his own.

At the servant's hip was a noticeably large flask, ringing softly into the Fade. The metallic smell he’d caught earlier wasn’t blood: it was lyrium, and the servant had enough to scaffold something heavy. If Solas was quick enough he might be able to swipe the flask, but then what? The consequences of disturbing the spell now could be worse than letting it continue.

Instead, he watched, and he waited. 

From the Duke's residence they passed through the first of several gates Lady Volant had pointed out to him on her map. It lay at a junction of walls separating Castle Magnolia from the lower elevation fish market and the hills of Old Orchard Lane, where the Wycome Conservatory had taught musically-gifted sons and daughters of wealthy Marcher families for over a century. As he and Lady Volant had observed, the Conservatory and its accompanying grounds were noticeably quiet. It was a green campus, aptly named in reference to a number of very old pear trees. Wisdom had been smitten with them the night before, and taken the opportunity to tell Solas about the many varieties of pears grown in the Free Marches. According to the spirit, this district was home to one of the oldest continuous orchards in Thedas, even if now it was mostly for show. The heirloom variety from Wycome was the Violini Tan, and its visage graced the entryways of the Conservatory buildings.

It surprised him that the Duke relayed none of this information, as it was exactly the type of trivia one would expect from a tour like this. Instead they walked in awkward silence through the oppressively quiet campus. Lady Volant attempted small talk with the Duke, but he offered little for her to work with. She tried asking him more specific questions --about the buildings, the trees, the alumni she'd read about-- but he gave only friendly, polite responses of little substance.

Solas caught something in one of the windows: a face, gaunt and pale, staring out from a darkened room. Then it was gone.

They reached the end of the street. Before them was one of the city's tall stone walls, and a staircase up its side to the walkways above. To their left was a narrower street that circled an ornate well of carved stone and colored glass. "I would like to--" the Duke began, and then stopped suddenly, as if choking on his words. Lady Volant tensed, moving closer to him, but the servant intercepted gracefully. He put his hand on the Duke's sleeve and whispered something in his ear, then retreated, leaving a confused Lady Volant. The guards gave no reaction to the Duke's sudden outburst.

Lady Volant glanced at Solas, making eye contact for the first time since they'd left the apartment. She quickly redirected her attention to the Duke, but Solas understood the signal, and their host's behavior was not the only cause for concern. The well had a sickly aura to it: a corrupted, pulsing magic. Solas was tempted to go to it, to see what festered within, but he knew he couldn’t approach without the servant noticing.

"My-- my apologies," the Duke said, tired but jovial. Sweat gleamed on his face, and he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief.  "How unbecoming of me." He smiled at Lady Volant. "Never let yourself get old, my lady."

“Are you certain you're alright? We could rest a moment, there are some lovely benches over there." She gestured towards the well and the stone benches it shared its clearing with. 

"No, no, I'm quite alright. Here," he waved his hands to the staircase in front of them. "Our city walls provide an excellent view of the Beacon Hills."

As they headed up the stairs, Solas caught the servant taking a drink from his flask. He hung back, waited until they were the last two to enter the staircase, then spoke in what he intended to be a friendly and unassuming voice. "It was smart of you to bring something to drink, lethallin--"

"I do not speak your tongue," the servant cut him off coldly, paying him no mind as he followed the rest of their group up the stairs. There was something strange about the elf's voice: his words were clipped with annoyance, yes, but also strangely controlled and stiff, and slow.

Hiding an accent?

From atop the walls they could see much of the city. Whatever the servant's spell did to the Duke, it loosened enough to let him point out the different districts. To the south and west lay the noble estates of Beacon Hills, and further west still was Fort Garahel, named for the hero of the Fourth Blight. The Duke, Solas noted, made no mention that Garahel had been an elf. By some half-forgotten accounts twisted in the Fade, he was not.

Due west of them was Parade Street, and then the city sloped into the lower districts: Dockside, the Alienage, and Gadus Market. Dockside was a large collection of wooden homes and warehouses leading to the titular docks where most of the city's human population made their homes. Adjacent to it was the small, densely-populated Alienage. Even from a distance it was unique from the other districts, with tall, crumbling walls and towering roughshod buildings packed tightly together. To its east was Gadus Market, the city's largest fish market and home to a handful of restaurants and permanent storefronts.

It was difficult to gauge the impact of the so-called plague from this vantage point, but the silence of the Orchard was telling. The lower-elevation, lower-class districts to the north had some activity, especially compared to the much quieter noble estates to the south. That could be a factor of population, but where were the servants? Where were the guards? In the Fade he'd seen a much livelier district, slower-paced than its neighbors but certainly not empty, not like this.

They continued their tour along the city's walls, tracing the border between Beacon Hills and Parade Street. The cool, salty sea air stirred the servant's wig, and he adjusted the hair around his neck. Solas felt the thinning of the Veil that surrounded the servant. Perhaps he didn't need to break the spell entirely to determine its effects; it should be enough just to make it harder to maintain.

They descended another flight of stairs, nearing Fort Garahel and the western edge of the noble district. Solas shed magic into the Veil, thickening it around the servant, reinforcing the barrier between worlds. Immediately the servant took another drink from his flask. In front of them, the Duke spoke stiffly of the city guard, his voice tight. Lady Volant went along politely, asking him questions that went essentially unanswered.

The pressure of the Veil increased, smothering now in its thickness. It was frustrating that this required so much effort, that Solas couldn't manage such a simple effect without sweat beading on the back of his neck. He kept his focus on the Veil around the servant and clenched his fist behind his back.

The servant paused and took another drink. Sunlight gleamed on his forehead. That wig had to feel hot now, just another pressure on the servant's body. Solas willed warmth into the suffocating magic weighing on the servant. In response, he reached up and lifted the hair from his neck.

In the bright sunlight, nearly-hidden even when the servant held up the wig for a heartbeat of relief, Solas saw a ring of bruised, pale skin around his neck. For one sickening moment he recalled the bruises on Enaste's neck, the pain in her eyes, the shame in her voice. It still stung, still stirred a nauseous mixture of guilt and rage and impotence in him. 

He couldn't let it distract him. He had seen the imprint of fingers on her skin, each one distinct and dark, the blood close to the surface and already turning purple. These markings looked different; an even ring, like a collar worn far too tight for far too long. 

Like a slave collar.

The servant's eyes met his. Why are you here? Who are you? He recalled the servant's strange manner of speaking earlier, the accent he was trying to hide.

Solas wrenched the Veil tight around the servant's body. All at once his spell came undone. The servant doubled over in shock, choking, sputtering.

"I..." The Duke mumbled. They stood at the bottom of the stairs. The guards looked concerned, glanced at the servant, but Solas kept the pressure on. His own magic shivered with the effort and a tight pain burst behind his eyes.

"You should... you should see," the Duke managed. He was still smiling, and his eyes were unnaturally wide. Lady Volant stayed calm and kindly asked him what he meant. "There." He pointed down the road. "In the well. My advisor, he... insisted it stay a secret." He cleared his throat. He wobbled on his feet. Lady Volant offered him her arm and he gripped it so tight she flinched. "But it's so good, Ambassador. The water is so much clearer now. With the --with the red crystal."

"Shall we go together, my lord?" Lady Volant asked, her voice strained. She tried to pry his fingers from her arm.

The guards looked to the servant, who was struggling with his flask. The stopper fell to the ground and the servant hissed: "kaffas!"

"Yes," the Duke nodded quickly, stiffly, and limped with Lady Volant to the well. Solas backed towards them, staying focused on the servant. He felt the same sick magic emanating from this well that he'd sensed at the previous one. The flask shook in the servant's hands. His will pushed violently against the Veil, struggling against the full force Solas buried on top of him.

Lady Volant gasped. Solas's back hit the well. For just a moment he turned, already knowing what awaited him.

Down, at the bottom of the well, creeping and reaching up the walls, was a mass of red lyrium crystals. They glowed sick and hot and bright, bathing the stone walls of the well in pulsing, twisting light. "Don't you see?" The Duke asked. His knuckles were white spikes around the ambassador’s sleeve.

"M-my lord, I am happy to help you but your grip is too strong," she replied, and her voice was so even and polite that Solas was impressed even through the spear of pain in his skull.

"Don't you see?" The Duke asked again. He pointed down the well. "It --it purifies the water. It makes them stronger. We don't give it to the elves, of course, just the people, they can... they can be so much stronger." He shook her arm. "It makes them stronger, my lady."

The Veil snapped. Solas inhaled sharply, leaned against the well, and forced his own magic not to release the full force of its pressure all at once. He grasped at it, pushed it back, squeezed his eyes shut with the effort of forcing the Veil carefully into place.

But it wouldn't return to its former shape. Something had sliced along its surface, like a knife gliding over skin. Solas looked at the servant, breathing hard, pain firing behind his eyes. 

The servant panted, sweat coating his forehead. Blood dripped from his clenched fist.

"Wh-what were we..." The Duke let go of Lady Volant's arm and shook his head suddenly. "A-as I was saying, um..."

Lady Volant stepped back from him, straightened her dress, and cleared her throat. "You were telling me about the new water purification methods you installed in the wells." She rubbed her arm and winced.

"Of course, I was... yes." He nodded slowly.

"If I may ask, my lord, there have been rumors about some sort of sickness in Wycome..."

"Oh, that's just-- that's all rumors!" He said quickly, redundantly. Solas watched the blood from the servant's hand fall to the ground. "Very overblown, it's hardly a cold."

Lady Volant smiled. She ran her hand over her hair, easing a few stray strands back into place. "I figured as much. But surely, if there were a disease of some sort, these new installations would be most beneficial."

"I --well --perhaps." The Duke sputtered. The servant's shoulders rose and fell rapidly. Even the guards noticed the blood now, and made no move to apprehend what was obviously a blood mage. "But the water in our city is very, very clean. It has always been so clean. Especially now though, now it's especially clean." He nodded quickly, unevenly. "If anything is causing a problem in my city, it's --it's the rats."

"Really?" Lady Volant replied, a bit nervously. "I daresay I've not seen a single rat since my arrival."

"You have," the Duke said, steadier now, eyes boring into hers. She took a half step back. His voice dropped. "You've seen plenty. And we'll be rid of them soon, my lady."

"Oh... well, I must not be very observant then," she tried.

"You've seen them. They're everywhere. You have seen them. We'll be rid of them soon. We'll be rid of them all soon." He kept nodding. "My advisor swears it, Lady Volant." His words fell, so low Solas could barely hear over the ringing in his ears. "You should meet him, you know."

"That sounds lovely!" Lady Volant glanced past the Duke, and for only the second time that day her eyes met Solas's. "Who might this be, your new advisor?"

"A man from Minrathous." The Duke smiled that hideous wax smile. "He has so many wonderful tales to tell. I think you would get along just grand."

Solas stared at the servant. His blood dripped into a puddle on the cobblestones. 

Lady Volant's voice was tight, and Solas felt her eyes on him. "Yes, I imagine we would."

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[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[starmagnets]

attack of ten billion rats be upon ye

[skitskatdacat63]

I feel uninspired and lack motivation for art again so I thought of an ask game for me :)

Send me(or comment) a number from 1-34 and I will draw my corresponding oc

I mentally struggled over whether I should make this post, because ik ocs are niche and probably not many people care for it, but I realized I could have been using those hours to y'know. Actually draw something. So I might as well just post it

[mycological-mariner]

2nd night watching Poldark and 1) they’ve mentioned the riots and they’re showing the unrest, I just really hope they don’t bungle it. Like, somehow the Poldark Mine is the only sustainable one or something and all the miners love their work so much, that kind of story, ya know? I don’t think they will because that would be ridiculously dishonest and I’ll just be pissed off. Also, once it starts moving along, I REALLY REALLY hope they make mention of the St. Just Liberty Tree and the taking in of French refugees and giving them English names and suchlike so they’re not deported. Also there was a lighthouse in one shot and I had to look it up because I could’ve SWORN it wasn’t built (at least not to that shape and height) until much later on. That’s just me being nit picky though

2) Verity continues to be my fave and by god do I want her to just snap and break her brother’s nose or something.

Honourable mention goes to the physician friend because finally the show mentioned in passing mine illnesses (that’s it’s whole other post though I’m already in my wormhole)

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Me: Maybe I should ask for some opinions in the Music Man community... Imma do that!

Me, on mobile: Oh wait no I won't never mind

[boxwinebaddie]

Miss Ninaa!! When are you free for the summer???

hello, sweetling! and good morning, good afternoon or good night wherever it is that you are. <3 regardless of the time of day, please just know that the world around you is brighter bc you're in it. c':

so i just want to start out by saying that i know i say this a lot...but i cannot tell you what it means to me that you guys care enough about me to be curious about the trajectory of my offline life.

...like, i really just have the sweetest anons in the world, huh? ;-;

i feel unbelievably blessed and count my lucky stars everyday because of each and everyone of you. thank you for being your lovely, lovely selves and caring not only about me as a person but my silly and strange au styles from hell.

speaking of, i am aware that it does not seem like it because of how sporadically i post ncu related content ( if at all ) but i am trying to work on some stuff...as you know well by now, i like to really take my time putting out my work because the quality of the content that you read is paramount to me. you are all far too near and dear to my heart to receive lame, rushed, unclear boof ass content from me.

like...i simply will not do it. thank you for your paitence.

( i will say that i am specifically working on an ask about the greenhouse kiss which AAAAAA giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet, like it is SOOOOO satisfying, holy shit! it's also very, very important to the plot which is why i have been taking my time on it. i do hope to put it out today but i am trying not to make promises that i can't keep, get your hopes and dreams up just to dash them and most unfortunately, i do not have a great track record in that regard. i know it's kind of a bummer...but i like to be honest w/ y'all. )

ANYWAYS!

without further ado, here's a little glimpse into my life. xx

again, thank you for asking...that is very cute of you. c': <333

( this is lengthy and lowkey irrelevant. you can absolutely skip this but i think that i am pretty informative in here, so it might be useful? idk. )

so actually, my summer is pretty busy and jam-packed for the most part! or, the first two months are, at least. because i decided to take on summer camp here at the school i work on! camp counsellor nina!

i decided to nab a summer camp supervising position for a couple of reasons. like, obviously, teaching does not pay that much, so really, i need to make all the money i can while i can. don't worry about me tho, guys. bc actually am doing extremely well for myself. <333

( i am a very lucky person, haha -- god nerfed me by being mentally ill, but did make me pretty and personable...which gets me far in life. on the topic of mental illness [ of which i am very ] today i should fare quite well bc other than having a mild headache and being lowkey naseous because my mood stabilizer has that side effect for me...it is worth it when i rem(ember) to take it because it makes me very calm and level, so i am better at responding to my asks/doing my tasks. )

another reason is it keeps me busy...when i am not constantly busy, i get very depressed and fall into gnarly sprials. my job has a lot of downtime and when i am not running around like crazy because a bunch of teachers are out, i'm bored as fuck and i get lazy or restless.

very lame...this summer, i will be looking for a different job ( fml, if you are my boss, don't read this ) and i am a bad procrastinator so i missed the deadline for a fuck ton of teaching positions, but hopefully i can find something in the realm of associate or assistant teaching because....lmao, point and laugh but i am still a little too nervous to teach a whole class by myself. if kids get disadvantaged academically because i am too incompetent at teaching, i will die.

but yeah...if i am still babysitting fourteen year olds after this ( they did grow on me, but it's really not my speed ) please also point and laugh because i would rather go back to retail...yes, i am desperate.

on the subject of teaching kids that are in my wheelhouse and doing stuff my speed, summer camp is actually all k-5 so i will FINALLY being doing a majority of my teaching in the age group that i have my literal credential in. YAY! it's going to be hot as shit where i am over the summer, probably also tiring as shit ( have you seen how little kids act in the summer? ) but i am so fkn exCITED to work with the littles HEEEEELLL YES, BROTHER! uncle nina will be Vibing! <333

so for the first four weeks i am doing general camp stuff, getting a feel for stuff and wokring with all the grade levels...but the LAST two weeks, i get to specifically associate teach in the kindergarten classroom and AAAAAAAA!!!!! I FKN LOVE THE KINDERS!!!!! i visit them every other day because, again, i am bored as shit and they need help over there so i usually hang out with them in PE and play hula hoop tag with them...rn they are learning how to jump rope. soooo stinking cute, oh my god.

-- BUT YES I AM SOOOOO FREAKING STOKED YOU GUYS LIKE I WAS MADE FOR THIS BROTHER. i am gonna wear so many crazy outfits and do such weird makeup pray it doesn't melt off my face.

also, during camp, they go on little field trips and things, hopefully swimming, ( uncle nina is mermaid nina ) and feed you the same stuff as the campers so i get to eat like a nasty frat boy and have pizza and pasta and stuff, which, let me tell you, i am genuinely stoked because they cater a free lunch for the faculty here everyday and it's supposed to be all fancy and shit...but there is a reason it's free because it is SOOOO mid. like it really is kind of ass. i don't know how they do that.

but, sigh, camp is only six weeks so i have to fill my time with other stuff ( also i guess that means in six weeks from when school is done on june...14th, i think? i am free? ) i hope to use that time to structure the fuck out of my life, planf or the future because i am hella bad at it and i hope to do a lot of writing! kind of a pipe dream at this point becaue all my stuff has been *british tolkien vc* actual shite and i can't finish anything...but maybe when i feel better, writing will come easier? when i am less busy and stressed? i hope so. and i hope you guys are still around if i am here but i Completely understand if you are not! it's been a long, bumpy ride. you did your dues and you are free to step off at any time. again, i do not blame you. i am annoying.

BUT YEAH! that's my summer for you! summer camp, hanging out with my cat ( her name is lily, she is very beautiful, very kind, very fluffy and dumb as rocks but she is my babygirl ), getting lots of sushi, going to the thrift store, doing self care stuff, doing less self harm in various odd forms specifically in the form of self sabotage, getting my life together and organized, finding a new job, bettering myself and the world, being kind, entertaining all of you and hopefully writing again! yay! i'll update you as much as i can.

and please, please, pleeeease update me on your lives! i know i don't always respond, but i read everything. my friend who won FIRST PLACE for her raven sculpture, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY. my friends who unfortunately went through breakups, i am so sorry, please know it is their loss, you are stronger for it and i hope you heal, but if ravesey can...you can baby. also proud of my various friends going to college and my friends that are not! my friends toiling through their lame jobs and my friends who are dipping their toes in the world of creativity through writing, drawing expressing yourself! i love, love, LOVE you! thank you for sharing your lives with me.

( speaking of friends, i am specifically hoping to spend my summer bonding with my rant girlies and we made a little group chat and we are being so funny and chaotic and unhinged. i love them all so bad. )

BUT YEAH! thank you for asking my love! look out for some important in character asks, hopefully some finished or more distinguished writing and know that if i am not responding or posting, it is not because i lost interest...as you can see, i am very busy, especially as the school year approaches an end, my summer is a little busy, i fall into ugly manic/depressive cycles and am working on taking care of myself...offline. thank you for understanding.

and thank you for being here! you are troopers, forreal! you are angels and saints for putting up for me and enduring me never posting or posting really chaotic weird stuff. i love you. thanks for caring. <3

i love you and i hope you heal,

uncle nina, future ceo of glamour girl summer camp <3

P.S. i am specifically working on developing and post more about my other aus because i want to give you some variety and challenge myself to do stuff out of my comfort zone! so if you are excited at all about the tsot/tfbw nina stuff, please make some NOOOOISE! lol and if you are not i totally get it, but if you could give me gentility and grace, i would appreciate it because i'm insecure abt it. MWAH!

[jimmystrudel]

5 year dog plan updates: I think I've identified a breed (and 3 potential breeders), I have more clearly figured out what I don't want and what my life style will not fit and most important I need more experience with dogs in general

[stuffedsand]

four and sixteen for milgram? :3

4- what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Ok imma be real I've never blocked a person,,,,, I've blocked plenty bots tho

I've gotten reeeaaaallll close to blocking someone but like. I like seeing people's opinions even if I think they're unreasonable. It's a mix of a strange type of entertainment and kind of to keep me open minded? Cuz if I have to look at it and I wanna talk about it I gotta read it through in detail to make sure I'm reading them right so yeah I don't have anyone blocked 💥

16- you can't understand why so many people like _______

............ok I won't that theory because I have another ask that I'll do that for....

Maybe how some characterize yuno as just "girl boss" n not much else? Honestly jokingly it's totally fine but c'mon there's still a bit of girlfailure and inability to let others in there yk it'd be fun to talk Abt it more

Alternatively I do have things I don't understand about what people DISLIKE in this case es milgram I've talked to quite a few ppl (on disc mainly I don't think Ive seen it on tumblr much) who despise es and like!!!!! Bestie that's my silly lil guy you're talking about what'd they do to you!!!!!!!!!

I mean I understand why but also,,,,,they're just a lil creature man they're 15 and in a position of power with no memories of course they're gonna be a bit egotistic in this situation

[lonepower]

for shits and giggles (and also just because i kind of hate the official steam version lmao) i am slowly working my way through my own translation of noel the mortal fate (even though i can BARELY read japanese. like i can read hiragana and approximately four(4) kanji. and that's. it asdf) and man. it is SO interesting from a source/target perspective

obviously there's the fact that japanese grammar is NOTHING like english grammar and its... information density?... is a lot higher, so a lot more connotation can fit into a much smaller amount of sentence and there just... Is Not a way to translate it without taking pretty significant liberties

but also i'm learning so many fun idioms. cybilla says that stella stage "entered the competition with their shoes on" when she's talking about them tampering with the results, which is just. a very japanese idiom. (I suppose the English equivalent would be "dragging it through the mud" which isn't That different conceptually?)

anyway tl;dr i love translation theory

[cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n]

story analysis when i need to do it for school >:{{{{{{{{

story analysis when i am suggested to do it for blorbo 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[babygirlcowboy]

I have horrific blisters on my feet and the most painful acne breakout of my life on my forehead but at least it is Friday,,,,at least I get a small reprieve from the horrors before Monday,,,,,,,,,,perhaps I will shower,,,perhaps that will fix me

[aliensaresupergay]

gnawing at the bars of my cage I NEED TO WRITE THE 5+ IDEAS BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD