#nisa rambles

[cuntressgoingdigital]

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i feel like abby would thrive with a really annoying pestersome girlfriend. a yapper with no off button. 

at first she found your endless chatter a little irritating. to you, silence felt cold and awkward and you were trying hard to befriend her. when patrols were uneventful you’d start on your little tangents, analyzing the philosophy of whatever book you’d read recently. she never understood what you were talking about, but never had the heart to tell you to be quiet. you always took her nods and “mhms” as the go ahead to keep talking. you weren’t too good with social cues. it took some time, but abby started to find your observations endearing. 

you loved to be big spoon and lay in the dark with her. when her insomnia acted up and her thoughts grew too loud, she knew you didn’t mind being woken up for a bit just to chat. 

“would you still love me if i were a bug?” your eyes were still closed, the need for sleep hanging on your eyelids. you rubbed abby’s back trying to coax her into relaxation. 

“yeah probably. i think i would keep you in my pocket.” 

“would you still love me if i was infected? like full blown fungus face, completely out of my mind, nearly unrecognizable.” 

“i would let you bite me so we can be together forever.”

“what if i were a shambler?”

“i would happily breathe in your spores. can’t be any worse than you smell right now.”

you playfully bite her shoulder. 

[barneswilsonrogers]

loustat brainrot got me reading Anne Rice's books and watching the old movie (which feels weird, LOUIS IS JACOB AND JACOB IS LOUIS) can we skip to October I think I'm ready for Halloween

[vam-piritz]

Stares at you lovingly

Hello<3

[remnantsofthepast-if]

Monthly Update - August 2024

Well, this month we finally started Act 2! I'm excited to show everything I have planned for this story, especially after hearing this song that made me take notes upon notes about the ending of Remnants!

A bit early, I know, lol! But I've always had a clear idea of how it would be, and that song created a vivid image in my mind of how it will turn out :D. In fact, the ending of the whole story and each character is already written ;)

But that will have to wait a bit until we get there. For now, let's focus back on Act 2! I’ve already written the beginning of Chapter 2. It was supposed to be something simple, but the characters got a bit rebellious and wanted longer scenes for each of them, so that’s what I did. After all, they’re the ones telling the story, I’m just writing it down, haha! That said, we're close to a scene I've been eager to write for a long time. It’s a silly thing, but it makes me laugh a lot because it’s not just comedy for the sake of comedy, but the characters would genuinely act that way in that situation! You’ll see when it’s published, and I hope it amuses you as much as it does me, xD

By the way, I’ve started using the option to schedule posts on Patreon and now I regret not doing it sooner, lol! I’m really bad at social media :’). But anyway, I’m happy because I’ve got all this month’s posts, and part of next month’s, prepared and everything is more organized.

This weekend I’ll keep preparing stuff for Patreon. I want to publish a couple of Q&A sessions for the characters, but since I already know everything about them, it’s hard for me to come up with questions to ask them, ^^’. But it’s all right, I’ll think of something. And if any of you have questions for the ROs, Enid, or any other character, don’t hesitate to let me know! The characters would be happy to answer :D. Just be careful what you ask Belicar/Nisa… that could go very wrong xD

Without further ado, I’ll stop rambling and let you enjoy your weekend. I just want to end by thanking all of you for staying with me on this adventure, for reading, sharing, and buying this story. Thank you all for the tremendous support you’re giving me, it means so much to me <3

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Have a great month, and see you at the end of September ;)

[vespertin-y]

i think we in this corner of the v3 fandom (and i am very much including myself in this!) have a bit of an unhealthy tendency to treat the JP version of the game as some kind of a mythical promised land, where nothing is ever poorly-written or problematic, and all would be at peace if not for the horrible crimes of NISA. and this breeds a horrible environment where blatant lies run rampant and people will just. claim their headcanon is actually in the bible the original japanese, because who's going to correct them?? not me! i don't fucking speak japanese! almost none of us do!

and i'm not saying the game isn't poorly translated (it is. it's one of the only times i have clocked poor translation as i was watching something) or that the translation issues aren't worth talking about (they are. tumblr user oumakokichi we miss you), but like. 'atua' being 'kami-sama' does not actually make angie less of a racist caricature, you guys. the game still has issues!

and anyway, like it or not, this is still the game that we have. you'd probably have more fun if you cut out the middleman and started yelling WHAT IF IT WAS GOOD THOUGH instead of I BET IT WAS SECRETLY GOOD.

this is kind of rambly nonsense, sorry...i just get tired of seeing people be uppity about a text they Have Not Read and never will. come frolic with me!!

[annisa--adler]

How's it you look even more gorgeous? The words instantly sent a flush to her cheeks and Annisa couldn't help but notice the difference in herself when receiving this compliment. Really, it was quite strange--usually, when people complimented Nisa, especially her looks, she'd change the subject or shy away. For so long, she'd struggled to see herself in any sort of positive light, let alone beautiful. And even though she might not use that word to describe herself, for once, she didn't feel like pushing off the compliment. Perhaps it was simply because it had come from Hermione--maybe they were magic, suddenly allowed to give her compliments when no one else was. But maybe, it was also because of the work that she'd done for years and years in a desperate attempt to fix her fucked up relationship with herself. Maybe it was a little of the two. Either way, she couldn't help but giggle and say "Stop, you're making me blush."

Annisa had also felt that closeness when Hermione had been helping her with her brand new necklace--she'd felt the actress' warm hands and for a brief moment, she'd felt the urge to turn around and kiss them, but she didn't. It felt too forward, too...much. But was it? Jesus, Annisa was so bad at this kind of stuff. How about they start off small? Gently reaching for her date's hand, she said "Thank you so much for the necklace. Yours looks amazing on you as well--I hope the drama masks aren't too...cliché." She let out a small nervous laugh and looked down at her lap before looking back at Mione. "I'm really happy that we're doing this," she said with a smile. She was about to continue to ramble on but thankfully, the waitress had come back with their hot chocolate to share. Nisa had so much to say and yet, she didn't know how to say any of it--though she was grateful for the distraction. Looking at the drink, she said "That looks delicious." While the thought of the drink made her a tad nervous, she figured it couldn't be that difficult to drink it--besides, they'd be sharing it.

This is so perfect. Hermione couldn't have agreed any more wholeheartedly. Possessing a million dreams, not in a single one did they ever predict they could've found this kind of mutual admiration. When they were younger, a precocious child, they displayed the upmost obsession with whoever had momentarily harnessed their attention; those people, however, never once returned the affection that pulsed from the heart that so inconveniently was all-encompassing enough that it lived outside of Hermione's chest. This, though, Annisa, she was another story entirely. She was fulfilling all of the wishes that ten year old sprite prayed for at their bedroom window at night, and effortlessly at that, which impressed and wooed the budding starlet even more so. Their heart was truly stricken with gratitude, something they had only experienced when it came to work and not any personal relationships.

"Thank you," they returned, a simple phrase made gentle and intimate by the quiet voice they found themselves adapting for the occasion. Normally, it was quite difficult for Hermione to maintain an inside voice, but with their date, it felt easier to allow themselves a moment of respite. They needn't perform for her, as she was interested in them for exactly who they were, not some marionette that theatrically articulated their every move. With a smile shining with full brightness, they slid the necklace carefully around Annisa's neck and narrowed their eyes so they could focus on securing the clasp. They tried not to think about the exchange of warmth between them as Hermione's fingertips coasted along the back of their date's neck; how much blood had surfaced on their own cheeks from the amount of giddiness flooding their senses. "Wow," they let escape once stepping around Annisa to see her in the necklace. "How's it you look even more gorgeous?"

[etirabys]

Reading Nisa: The Life and Words of a !Kung Woman.

I somewhat believe(d) that "historically not-quite-monogamous societies had less poly drama bc norms had adapted and people had cultural scripts on how to deal with competition" sometimes the script is that you chase away your rival with a knife

[nisafm]

🌻🌷💀

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you about...

🌻 - their father

kaan sunay is an unassuming man. he looks almost.. professorial, with his practical, if slightly disheveled, wardrobe. he’s warm and charismatic, with a deceptively easy going nature and a jovial sense of humor. 

however, he is anything but laidback. he’s an only child, and the first in his family to go to college. and he is brilliant. kaan considers himself a perpetual learner, always reading, and he often takes classes just because he wants to know more. he has two master’s degrees, one in business, and the other in english literature, just because he wanted to get it. and within all of this, he holds himself to ridiculously high standards. he’s a perfectionist, and has this great ambition, and it’s paid off.

in the business sense, he’s absolutely ruthless. he’s built his immense fortune from the ground up and has never been scared of making a hard decision that hurts someone else, if it benefits him. with his demeanor, no one quite expects him to be as cutthroat as he is, and he often uses how underestimated he is to his advantage. although, with how far he’s climbed and everything that he’s built, there aren’t many people that are still dumb enough to underestimate him. 

with the expectation he has for himself, he also holds everyone around him to high standards. he surrounds himself only with those who push him, who can serve him in some way; in a business sense or educationally, he loves being around really bright people. 

that being said, he sees his family through rose colored glasses. he’s incredibly tribal and his family is his tribe. he would do anything for them, no questions asked. 

which brings us to his relationship with nisa <3

no one could ever say that nisa is kaan’s favorite. she’s too detached from the things he cares about for him to like her the way he likes his wife and his sons, but he undeniably has a soft spot for her. he loves that she has his sense of humor, he loves how bright and full of life she is, and honestly, he loves that he has a daughter. he’s the one who was always cleaning up nisa’s messes, and he loves her no matter what shit she gets into, because she’s a part of his tribe. now, the difficulty comes in the sense that most of the interactions end up feeling like an intervention. there’s a quote that really fits them that goes like “then he said: don’t you know i’m trying to make you great. and i said: i do not want to be great, i want to be loved.” kaan pushes nisa to be less like herself; to be more driven, more motivated, to have ambition, because he assumes she has those traits because she’s a sunay. but she doesn’t.

kaan’s love is given freely, without condition, but it’s incredibly clear that it has very little to do with who she is, and more to do with her being his daughter. she knows she has traits he likes, but she’s heard him describe countless people who are more intelligent and motivated than she is as “charming, but ultimately a waste of space,” and she knows she would be in the same boat if she wasn’t his kid. 

also, kaan watches nisa’s bank account like a hawk, and every time it gets too low for his liking, he transfers money to her account. he’s terribly disappointed with her decision to leave home, but the only thing worse than her running away is the thought of her genuinely struggling. of course, the way to get her home would probably be to cut her off, but he can’t turn off his need to provide for her. nisa knows he’s doing this and won’t say anything because he will use it to guilt her into coming home. kaan won’t tell her this because he always makes her mother be in the room for their bimonthly phone calls and he doesn’t want ayda to know he’s sending nisa money. 

🌷 - their mother

ayda sunay (nee bolat), on the other hand, looks every bit the cold bitch she is. one of the things ayda and kaan bonded over were how similar their pasts are. she’s also the first in her family to go to college (though she’s not an only child, she has two younger brothers), and holds herself to high standards. the difference is, ayda is a woman in corporate law. she doesn’t have the luxury to be laidback and jovial, though even if she did, that simply not her personality.

ayda is super type a. she’s a planner. she wants to be in control of things, because she really trusts herself and she trusts her instincts. and she should! she’s passionate and driven, self-assured and incredibly stubborn. if ayda sunay can’t see a way to do something, she’ll make her own way; failure is not an option. she pursues the things she wants relentlessly. 

her life has very much been defined by a want of more; a life that is her own and that she has created with her own hands. and she got it! she has a (almost) picture perfect family, and more money that she could ever know what to do with, and is general counsel at some big corporation that i don’t feel like picking right now LKFJWEL. 

and she’s very proud. which again, as she should be. she has put so much time and effort and so much of herself into her work and her life, and she has so much to show for it. she places a lot of her identity in how hard she works, in everything she’s accomplished. which begins to lead me in to her relationship with nisa! ayda believes she deserves the world because she will work for it. she’s confident in her abilities because she has so much to back up her confidence. nisa, on the other hand, has self-assurance that is more... inherent. she deserves the world because she wants the world and she should get what she wants. she’s worthy of love and respect because she’s nisa! and that’s one layer of resentment that ayda has for nisa; the fact that she’s never earned, well, anything! even though kaan and ayda spoil their children, sure, but they have always been an example of the importance of hard work, and nisa is the only child that doesn’t see the value, the necessity, of hard work. so while kaan’s love is given freely, ayda has a tendency to withhold hers from nisa, because nisa hasn’t earned it.

moving right along, ayda is the parent that really vocalizes how nisa doesn’t meet their expectations. ayda feels that she did so much, worked so hard, to provide nisa with an incredibly place to start, but nisa spits in the face of that with her unwillingness to do anything with her life. she feels a special kind of disappointment for nisa, one that her brothers would never face even if they were anything like nisa, because nisa is the only daughter. ayda suffered in a very particularly sexist way, so it would be easier for nisa. now it is easier for nisa, and nisa doesn’t appreciate it. 

there’s love there, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a love born from obligation. nisa has never been neglected; she was a mouth to feed and a body to house, so ayda fed her and homed her. but ayda doesn’t like her daughter. she can’t get over the wasted potential. and ultimately, ayda doesn’t understand how her daughter came out this way. nisa is a reflection of ayda’s failure as a mother. nisa is perhaps ayda’s only failure. 

nisa feels the resentment and the lack of care, but unfortunately for both of them, she inherited her mother’s self-assurance and stubbornness. no matter how badly she wants her mother’s love, she refuses to change, so she’ll never get it. 

💀 - someone deceased

nisa didn’t know jerry gordon that long. she was only in woodstock for about a month before he died, so i would say she was working at high volume for maybe three weeks at most. 

a week and a half after she got hired, jerry took away her music picking privileges because she was played too many songs by boybands (nisa’s an *nsync stannie) and he took over. she whined, of course, but ultimately didn’t put up too much of a fight because she wasn’t mad about his choices.

she took her break that day because she got a phone call from her mother. she ducked outside to the alleyway out back to take the call, because she didn’t think it was going to be good. she was correct. they got in a pretty bad fight (this is the only time she’s actually spoken to her mother since she’s been in woodstock) about nisa’s immaturity and irresponsibility, and nisa couldn’t make her mom understand that she couldn’t be in new york anymore; this was something she just had to do. it didn’t go anywhere productive; nisa didn’t have the words to explain herself yet, and her mother knows how to make her cry like no one else on the planet. and if you put yourself through the torture of reading the above, you know nisa and her mom just don’t understand each other. but at least she knew she was the only one of her coworkers on break at the moment.

what nisa didn’t know was that jerry was out on a smoke break when she stepped out. she didn’t realize it until he was done, slipping past her to get back inside as she finished up the call. immediately, she knew he heard the whole thing and was humiliated. 

when she came back from break, he didn’t say anything. he didn’t even acknowledge her. instead, he turned off the stones and put on tearin’ up my heart. she teared up while she was re-alphabetizing the jazz section, realizing that it’s not so remarkable for someone to understand what another person needs.

[cuntressgoingdigital]

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rich! abby who spoils you like her little princess. she has so much money and no one else to spend it on. so why not spend it on her beautiful girlfriend whom she loves more than anything in the world? 

you mention breaking the strap on your favorite pair of shoes? new designer pair on your doorstep the very next day. she catches you online shopping? fill up your cart and use her card. after a few years of dating you’re running out of closet space so she buys a whole new condo with a walk in closet just for you. 

you’re at a restaurant or bar, she doesn’t even let you look at the bill. and trust this girl is taking you to the most luxurious spots in town! 

need your hair and nails done? she’s venmoing you for the cost plus an extra hundred with a transaction note that says:

get yourself something to eat on me <3

she asks you to pick one place, anywhere in the world, that you want to vacation to. the moment you answer she’s already buying tickets and organizing an itinerary. 

it was the second night you were there, sitting in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup when you notice abby was pacing around, clearly anxious. 

“you okay, baby?” 

she comes around behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. for a moment she just stares at your reflection in the mirror, completely in awe. 

“you’re so beautiful.” she softly kisses your cheek.

you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “so you’ve said at least a hundred times tonight.”

she was already dressed in her grey button up vest combo and slacks she had forgotten to get tailored before you two left. she felt stiff and stuffy in the outfit, but you had requested a fancy dinner and she intended to deliver. 

“fuck, okay i can’t take it anymore” she releases you from her grasp. “hold on, i got you a gift. stay here and close your eyes.” she practically runs off into the other room and you hear her shuffling through her bags. 

you raise an eyebrow, unsure of exactly where this was going, but oblige, nonetheless. “abby, can’t it wait until after dinner?”

"no!" she shouts back.

you couldn’t fathom what that girl had stowed away for you. she had peeked over your shoulder while you were looking for a new necklace earlier that week, so you could only assume that’s what it was. 

this was by far the most nervous abby had ever been in her life. every situation paled in comparison to this moment. 

“okay, turn around and open.” 

when your eyes flutter open, you see her awkwardly bent down on one knee. the sight wouldn’t have been so funny if it weren’t for the full suit with no shoes. 

for the rest of the trip, everywhere you went she couldn’t stop saying “me and my fiancée”.

when you eventually have the wedding ceremony she’s sparing no expense for her baby. want a destination wedding? you got it. custom designer gown? of course. live band, open bar, and a guest list of however many people you can think of. 

anything for her fiancée wife. 

just wanted to write something silly and fluffy! reqs are open :)

[annisa--adler]

Come to think of it, Annisa had never really understood any sort of pencil-to-paper, paint brush-to-canvas art and maybe it was simply because it wasn't their personal chosen art form. To be fair, they weren't one to just scoff at what was considered to be 'high art'--they did fucking ballet for crying out loud. Of course, ballet hadn't always been seen as high art but they were certain this stranger wasn't interested in the ramblings in their brain about the history of ballet. Still, they just really didn't get how seemingly throwing paint onto a canvas was...difficult per se. "I've just always wondered if... If they really have some vague, deep inspiration for these kind of paintings...or if they just tossed paint onto the canvas and insisted there's some deeper meaning to it that we're all just too stupid to even begin to understand." Once again, though, for Annisa to insinuate this type of art of pretentious was a bit hypocritical of them. "Still, it's not like I could do that... I mean, I could throw paint onto a canvas, but... At the very least, all the colors are vibrant and they all stand out from one another... If I did that, all the colors would probably just fade together to a shade of grey... But what do I know? I'm a dancer so this kind of art isn't really my forte..." It wasn't until then that Nisa realized they'd just spent the last two minutes rambling. To a stranger. Maybe they were learning how to get out of their comfort zone after all. Still, they felt a little embarrassed to have rambled so much. "Sorry, I... I don't know where that came from, my bad..."

Her head bobs in a slow nod, her high ponytail bouncing behind her with the movement. "This doesn't even have those… those…" Isra lifts a hand, rolling it in a loose circle about the air and pointing to the lower corner, where the details of the artist were plastered to the wall. "Those… little blurbs the other works have. Where the artists prattle off about whatever inspired them- you know? Like not even the artist can come up with something to defend this." She scoffs, folding her arms over chest. A couple that had been murmuring quietly to themselves over another painting- undoubtedly by the same artist, though this time they had used oranges and pinks and even a splash of green to create something that looked far too much like the inside of a playground's trashcan after a child's birthday party- cast both her and the unknowing stranger that had saddled up next to her a wayward glance before walking away.

Isra huffs, amusement coloring her tone. "It's all a bit pretentious. The only "meaning" I get from these kinds of works is... 'lookie here, I'm so amazing, I don't even need to try to make art'."

[barneswilsonrogers]

I love when I see people defending Sam in the ao3 comments.

Sometimes I would read fics (samsteve, sambucky, stucky, stony or whatever) and find myself being sad and dissatisfied with how sam was being portrayed. there would be like 100 comments like, 'i love this fic!' 'omg it was brilliant' bla bla but not one pointing out the flaw with sam's treatment.

i would do it, but im really bad at expressing my feelings and my english is not the best so i tend to hold back. i would just left and dont leave kudos, despite me liking the fic. (because sam's treatment is #1 priority for me, you can write 100k words about sambucky falling in love but if u dont do sam right i will not leave a kudos or a comment)

HOWEVER

sometimes i would find a fellow sam fan defending his rights and it makes me happy. they usually make a good point so the fic's writer don't get defensive and they even promised to fix things in the future. yay.

in the sea of shitty mcu fans, at least sam still have few people who would go to war for him. i love yall

[likethesword]

black and orange...

Black: you told me to watch you scan in medbay

Yeah c'mon man we don't have all day!! *Hides spear tongue very poorly*

Orange:

Whoaaa down doggo everything's fine buddy

[kaedesfleawaltz]

All thats left is dumb and dumber now I think. Busou should get away fine but I’m worried about Yamato’s name

[fandomsarepainful]

That ending just made me curious about what we could see from Jake.

I don't think he'll stay with the same dumb pranks- well maybe he might- but he'll be more wary of what he's doing on camera more.

This series makes me hope that all the bad blood between him and clout gang is cleared up and maybe he slowly grows a friendship with Banks. And maybe Alissa even though that would take longer.

Before the series, I didn't really bother with him cause his videos just don't interest me and now I'm curious about where his videos will go. Where he will go.

Shane’s series proves exactly what everyone was already saying about Jake Paul except now there’s a solution

The internet has been calling Jake Paul immature for so long, and it’s true. Jake is immature. He doesn’t realize how stunted he is because, well, if he did then that would kind of contradict the whole thing.

Jake is obviously more than capable of living independently and providing for himself. As Shane said, his immaturity is on an emotional level.

His family situation is obviously… not great. We still don’t know exactly what the Pauls are like but whatever his childhood was, it left him desperate for attention and unable to internally process his experiences, all while having a blurred conception of right and wrong.

This is clearly due to a lack of healthy boundaries in his early life (among other things), and, as a result, Jake has grown up to do a lot of shitty things that have created horrible situations for both himself and those around him.

What kills me is that people still think he’s purposely manipulating others when, all throughout this last video, he is literally BEGGING for some guidance. I get the impression that he sees Shane as this big YouTuber who knows what he’s doing and has it all together, and it’s totally transparent that Jake agreed to this series because he wanted Shane to help him clean up his messes. And that’s GREAT. It means Jake WANTS to be better.

He listens to Shane (even when Shane is telling him things he doesn’t want to hear), when Shane says he should delete the video, Jake does it right there and then, and he even inadvertently asks Shane to be the yes man on all of his videos. It’s played off as a joke, but Jake was serious. He wanted Shane to tell him what to do.

Jake actually just wants someone he can trust to come into his life and teach him how to be good. That’s usually the job of parents, but unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen. And when it doesn’t, you can end up with cases like Jake Paul.

I hope Shane and Jake continue a friendship. I think with Shane’s unlimited empathy and Jake’s need for a healthy role model, this could bring about some real change in character and help Jake to finally grow up.

[dengswei]

i love this drama

[agelessenigma]

Shiloh (@kunabee) and I just came across the term "aspecies", and while the term itself doesn't fit (I have a species; it's 'shapeshifter'), the experiences match quite well.

It's interesting. Shiloh intentionally created me, after first realizing they were a multiple system ("had headmates"; 'system' made them uncomfortable at first) and discovering tulpamancy. (Now, of course, neither of us use that term, as it's cultural appropriation). They realized I would determine much of myself, and they wanted to give me that chance - so I was a shapeless, amorphous blob (with a hat. For some reason, they did give me a hat) of air - a bit like scribbles, I suppose, and purple. They called me "Enigma", waiting for when I would make my own name.

I never did. 'Enigma' worked well. As did not having a form. Of course, in the headspace and astral realms, I do wear forms. I tend towards humanoid, with opposable thumbs (especially with opposable thumbs) simply out of convenience.

But the idea of not truly having a species, of not really being something - that fits, that is the experience I have. Oh, I can cofront with Shiloh perfectly well (and, eventually, will be able to front on my own if they ever figure out how to entirely exit the driver's seat) and any body works well enough for me. It is my dream (and Shiloh's) to eventually have a body of my own. In an ideal, this body would be what I am - shapeless, shapeshifter, able to determine every one of my features down to the minute detail according to my will and whims. But I would be satisfied with simply any body.

Any body, as long as it is a woman's body, or can be formed to be a woman's body. I know my gender; I am a woman. That was the one thing I decided on, took and crafted. They, not realizing they were nonbinary at the time, hoped for a feminine tulpa, to match their gender. They got the person who, in our system, most associates with being a woman, moreso than anyone else in here.

Azuri's realized he's a man. Nisa has never cared. Shiloh's gender is a mystery. And me? I'm a woman.

...Anyway, that's a bit of a... distraction, I suppose. The point of this post is to talk about the experience of not necessarily having a solid form, of not being human, of being a shapeshifter. Some of it is most certainly influence by Shiloh's view of the world, since this is and has been their body (which, saying this is bad practice, since we're trying to get them out of the driver's seat - the more they fall firmly in their body, the harder it is to get them out, although they'll share well with both myself and Nisa), but a lot of it is just... me.

Truly, multiple systems would be a fascinating study into nature vs nurture, and one aspect scientists have not looked into.

This is a bit rambling, and for that I apologize, but it feels - necessary? Yes. I'm the sole extrovert in a system of introverts, and after reading the post we did about "aspecies" and those who lack a specific species, simply knowing they are nonhuman, it resonated with me in such a way that I had to say something about it.