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[en8y]

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webicribe: a gender connected to being a old web scribe; this gender is connected to the old web, old web aesthetics, writing aesthetics, and being scriptorian!

reapewebic: a gender connected to being a old web reaper; this gender is connected to the old web, old web aesthetics, death aesthetics, grim reaper aesthetics, and DEiN genders!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian

[en69y]

hypersexulicribe + reapehypersexulic

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hypersexulicribe: a gender connected to being a hypersexual scribe; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, writing aesthetics, and being scriptorian!

reapehypersexulic: a gender connected to being a hypersexual reaper; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, death aesthetics, grim reaper aesthetics, and DEiN genders!

colors referenced from/inspired by @epikulupu’s hypersexual flag!

op is hypersexual, and is allowed to cope in silly gender ways. don't clown on this post.

[vulpixisananimal]

<Null> {Mal Du Pays} [Loop] (Siffrin)

[It's still raining.]

[You've stopped at the fork in the path, those two strangers just a few feet ahead of you. One tall, with dark skin, lightless hair and a stoic face. They were standing under the tree reading something. The other was shorter, with dark hair. He was sitting down, eyes closed with a smile on his face. Both had bonded earings to eachother.]

[Why were you filled with dread?]

"Loop?" [Mirabelle leans close to you.] "Do you think. . ?"

"Maybe." [You tug at the rim of your cloak.] "You start the talking."

"O-okay!" [Mirabelle took a deep breath, and stepped forward. You followed behind her.] "Uhm, excuse me?"

[The taller one looked up from the book. A slight, genuine smile on her face. They waved.] "Ah, hello! May I help you?"

[Mirabelle cleared her throat, then continued.] "W-well, there's been something going on at the homestead a little ways back, and, we wanted to check in! Make sure everything's okay, uhm. ."

[The tall one nodded.] "I understand. We're both just fine. Thank you."

"O-oh, well-"

[Okay, you needed to step in.] "We wanted to ask you a few questions if that's alright."

[They nod again.] "Of course, My name is Merlan, and this is Perci, forgive him, he gets lost in thought."

"That's okay! U-uhm, I'm Mirabelle, it's good to meet you."

"Siffrin, it's a pleasure~"

[Merlan raised an eyebrow.] "Ah, Saviors? Oh forgive me." [They leaned down to their partner and shook him.]

[Perci yawned, and stretched, and opened his eyes to look at you. Directly at you with a little, sly smile.] "Company? I just closed my eyes for a moment!"

"N-no it's okay! No need to worry about it!" [Mirabelle reassured.]

"Ah thank you, Lady Mirabelle. So, what can I do for you." [He seemed, charming.]

[You smell something, it was hard to tell because of the rain.]

[Mirabelle started talking.] "Okay, well, uhm, there's been a very, dangerous sadness in the area! So, so I wanted, to, to-"

[You cut her off.] "-To make sure that it wasn't going after fellow travelers. You two haven't seen anything like that, have you?"

"I'm not sure, have we?" [Perci turned to his bonded.]

"I've seen glimpses of it." [They were tapping their foot.] "A dangerous thing, to see a bonded sadness even after the Kings defeat is, curious."

[Bonded sadness? Was that like that pair of strong sadness on the second floor of the house? You keep smiling.] "And there's not been anything else strange?"

[Merlon shook his head.] "Nothing, nothing. Apart from randomly meeting the Saviors of Vaugarde! How'd you beat him, by the way?"

[Mirabelle held her hands close.] "I, reflected his freezing spell back at him, and-"

"Oh no no no! I know that! I mean more, how you got to him. That house full of sadness and traps. One wrong move and it's all over, so, well, how?"

". . . Uhm, luck?" [She responds. Yes, luck. Luck and not the time loops you were stuck in for hundreds or thousands of loops.]

[Perci's eyes are digging deeper into you. Why was he so intense?] "Must have been some wild luck. If the King was strong enough to freeze time. . ."

"An impossibility." [Merlon finishes. They were back to reading, writing, in a book.] "Time cannot be crafted without dying. Unless you had outside assistance."

[Like a wish.]

"It, it wasn't easy, at all. . ." [Mirabelle looked away.]

[Three floors of complex mazes and keys and traps that you had long, long, long ago memorized. It was a hell.]

<Be on guard.>

[HOW long have you- ugh, nevermind! You shrug, still smiling.] "Well, if you're sure you two haven't seen anything. . ."

"Positive!" [Perci is still smiling.] "Honestly we should be going, if a sadness is nearby."

"O-okay, well, we'll leave you too it, then!" [She glances at you, you nod.]

"It's wonderful to meet you both, take care Merlon, Perci~" <You turn to walk back, and wave. You were excited to get out of here, you didn't like this.>

"Goodbye Saiviors." [Says Merlon.]

"Hope we see you again, Mirabelle, Loop!" [Says Perci.]

<You stop.>

[You turn around, still smiling, looking right at the two of them.] ". . . Sorry?"

"I said. . . Goodbye, hope we see you again?" <Perci respond. Merlon quietly kicks him in the shin. They exchange a look.> ". . . . Mirabelle, and. . ."

"Siffrin." [Merlon interupts.]

"Siffrin! Ah yes right, hope to see you again-"

"No." <You smile wider, that kind of smile.> "Drop the act."

". . . Act?" [Perci says. Nice acting.]

"You said Loop. That's not my name. In fact, no-one knows that name." <You step forward.> "Why are you taking a rest here?"

"Well, because I was tired-"

"Because mind craft has a range limit." <You interrupt.> "Don't try fooling me, Perci, when it comes to acting I am of the best."

<There is a cold, tense silence. The rain giving the most dramatic of backdrops. Perci stands.>

". . . Bravo." <He claps.> "Truly, bravo."

<At this point, Mirabelle is standing by you. Hand on her sword.> "You two were behind this?"

<He bowed> "Forgive the misdirection, watching from the sidelines is much better for gaining information."

"What does that blinding mean!" <You were getting angry. You eye up your enemy, two swords, mind craft, how strong? Quick? What was his craft type?>

"People tend to lie, saivor. Not so much when you step back and let them open themselves up. Oh, scissors craft, by the way."

<?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!>

[?????????????????????]

"You're writing all this down, my love?" [Perci turns to his bonded.]

"Every moment." [They reply.]

"W-what?!?" [Mirabelle was getting frustrated.] "You, you're controlling our friends for information?!?"

"Of course! I'm not doing any harm, they wont notice anything different, I get to poke around their heads, and if anything bad happens I snap my fingers and it's all forgotten."

<You want to kill him.> "Did you do this to Ramos?"

"Oh Ramos? Oh they were such a mess, but they were raised by someone from a forgotten culture! I had to interview and poke around in that mind. And just left them with, a parting gift!" <He talked so casually, waving a hand.>

"They turned into a sadness!!!" <Mirabelle yelled.>

<Both were taken aback by that, and looked at each other.> ". . . Is that what happened? I felt some strange and strong emotions before the charm was broken, did they really. . ?"

"You didn't know?!?"

"No, but, that is fascinating!" <He turned to Merlon.> "Do you think we could replicate that? Someone turning into a sadness like that. . ."

"Oh I'm sure we can figure it out." <Merlon replies casually.>

"That's, that's horrible!!!" <Mirabelle exclaimed.>

"It's increddible!" <Perci turned back to you, a sparkle in his eye.> "A sadness created through strong emotions enhanced through mind craft? Aren't you just a little bit curious about it?"

"No!!!!"

"No? But isn't that what Change is all about?"

<You step interject.> "Stop talking. What do you want."

"Information!" <Perci said with a flourish.> "Lore! History! The truths hidden within the words and minds of thousands of people! Everything from the smallest story to the grandest legends! Even legends that don't want to be remembered~"

[Dont want. . Like, our home?]

<You ignore Loop.> "And so to get to it you violate a persons privacy? Their will?"

"Oh it's not like they'll notice, or remember, it's fine!" <He laughs, waving away the question.> "Besides, wouldn't you do something like that? For your home?"

". . . . . . . ." <You're reading our mind. Aren't you>

"I am! What a quick learner."

"H-huh?!?" <Mirabelle looked confused.>

[Oh if you're reading our blinding thought I'll tell you to jump off a cliff PERSONALLY!!! You BLINDING IDIOT!!!!]

<Our head isn't ready for one more voice. Get out.>

"Ahaa, very fascinating. Two voices? I thought I was going mad."

<Yes, two voices. You should be able to tell more, since you are using mind craft.>

"Oh no no no! From here I can only tell the most surface of thoughts. But just shake my hand, and-"

<Fooled you. Thanks for the information.>

[HA! HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!]

<You see Perci wince, then laugh, shaking his head.> "Oh tricky! I like you, Null and Loop, correct? In the body of Siffrin the nobody. Now, was that a craft? Or-"

"An identity disorder, love." <Merlon adds.> "Many types, all acting very differently, caused by trauma in childhood. Our hero has a dramatic backstory."

[Stop talking like we're FRIENDS!!!]

<You glance over at Mirabelle, she's looking confused between you and Perci.> "He's reading our minds."

"He's- no!! That's private!!" <Mirabelle exlaimed.>

"Oh! No this is fascinating!" <Perci looked like a teacher excited to explain todays lesson. You wanted to rip him apart.> "See, Lady Mirabelle, your mind is so cluttered thinking about every single possibility at once it's very hard to single out many thoughts! So full of anxiety and fear."

"But your friend, friends, here are so much different! They are having a conversation in their mind! Yes many people have an internal monolog but this is an internal debate! It's a breath of fresh air, honestly!"

<. . . . . . .>

[Disgusting, get OUT!!] "Why do you need this!! You've caused enough harm already!!!"

"Because!" <Perci waves his arms dramaticly in the rain.> "Because of that island culture! The island north of Vaugarde, it's history, it's people! They're yearning for home and I can see it. And I will deliver it to them, I will dig, and dig, and dig untill every bone, every word, every little tale is exposed for the world to see!"

[. . . . . . That. . .]

<Doesn't. . . . Seem evil. . .>

[No, it doesn't. But. . .] "But you're, you're just going to hurt people and poke in their heads for that?!? I never asked you to help with our home! How do you know others will!!"

"I asked." <Merlon says, flatly.>

<. . . .>

"I want to see the beach again. The forrest, the maze of water and winds. The darting stars whispering through the night sky, the clouds hugging the stone reaching for the lightless night. . ." <For the first time, you see some emotion on Merlons face.>

[. . . You look away.] "And you're fine with, hurting people to remember that?"

"Yes." [They reply, too quickly.]

[. . . . .]

"Haven't you see their faces, Loop?" <Perci steps forward.> "Other islanders begging for an explination for why they're like this? For their memories, names, faces? What about that man at the Inn? Polaris? What would he do to remember."

[. . . . . . . . You're done talking.]

<Agreed, you take another step, hand on your dagger..> "If you want to help islanders, stop using mind craft."

"Well, sorry, but no. It's too useful a tool." <Perci put a hand on his sword. He knows this talk is over.> "But. . . A wager? A one-on-one fight, if you win, I undo the mind craft here. I win, you let me poke around that brain of yours as much as I like."

"What?!?" <Mirabelle exlaims.> "That's rediculous! You can't just-"

"-Fine." <You interupt, drawing your dagger.>

"Loop?!?"

"Lady Mirabelle, let them fight." <Merlon comments.> "My bonded will not do any undue harm, if your rogue does the same."

"It's just a friendly match, Mirabelle dear." <Perci draws twin swords, stepping forward.>

[Yes, friendly. Very friendly. Extremely, friendly. . . Ha. Hahaha. . .]

<You're pathetic, Perci. You're a conniving snake, a crab, a bastard and betrayal to the concept of history and stories. I am going to kill you.>

<You see the corner of Perci's mouth twitch.> ". . Shall we?"

[Do we have a plan, dearest Null?]

<Yes. You rush in.>

<Speed above all. You step as fast as your feet allow you, aim low, avoid his touch, you'll win this.>

<He stabs a sword low to block your attack, and swipes with the other. You jump, dodging the blow by a hair. You swiped again now that he's exposed, but he twist around you knife, in the end you only get a small slice on the shoulder. He steps back.>

"Bleeding- Ah, my mistake for underestimating you." <Perci rolls his shoulder and gets ready to attack again.>

<You rush again, going for a strike from the left, you just need to figure out his patterns. He blocks with one sword, and slices with the other- too slow.>

[Not this AGAIN.]

<Every advantage must be used. You're mid dash, this time, you'll feint right. He's already ready to block your attack but you change course at the last second to strike his other side.>

<He blocks that as well.>

[. . . . . . . That's-]

<A fluke. Try something else, you let him come to you, running at you swords to his side. Once he's in striking distance, he swipes. You jump back in time to dodge one, but he delayed his second swing and catches you->

[You're going to kill us.]

<We will not loose this. He's rushing at you again, he delays his second swing, so block the first and jump over the second.>

<He lunges, you block the first->

[?!?!?!??!?!?!]

<He, swung with both at the same time.>

[He's CHANGING THINGS]

<Impossible, it's, it's a fluke. Rushing at you again, you, you- >

[You froze up, and got stabbed. STARS Null what are you-]

<SHUT UP!!!>

<You focus, you need to, to, to think. He's about to strike, you wait, step back from the first strike, second one comes in, catches your hand. It stings, it burns.>

"S-siffrin!!" [You hear Mirabelle exclaim. Your breathing is heavy, you were already exhausted from looping and THIS ISN'T HELPING!!!]

"Increddible, absolutley increddible." [Perci is staring at wonder.] "It's like your thought switch in an instant. Going from one plan to another faster than any mind should be able to!"

"Future vision? Perhaps?" [Merlon adds. You look over to Mirabelle, you share a look.] "No, not quite. . ."

"Oh!" [Perci snaps his fingers.] "Is that what that looping you keep thinking about is? Time looping back when you loose?"

<. . . . .>

[Percis face lights up.] "It IS!!! Oh, oh my, Merlon we have a lot of work to do."

<He rushes in again. Block, dodge- >

<Again. Jump, stab down- >

<Dash in to meet him, leap, craft- >

[IT'S NOT WORKING]

<He can read our movements. Can't, think them, just, focus on- >

<Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.>

[What are you DOING?!?]

<Stop thinking. Block, strike, dodge, block, craft->

<To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools.>

<The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,>

"Reciting plays to cover your thoughts?" <Perci says. Strike block lunge.> "It might work~"

"Your rogue is a very talented fighter, Mirabelle." <Merlon's voice.>

". . . ." <Mirabelle> "He, he is."

<Dodge, duck, jump, cornered. Block He looks you in the eye.>

<That struts and frets his hour upon the stage- >

< -And then is heard no more. It is a tale>

<Block, parry. Block, dodge.>

"No crafts, Null?" <Perci lunges.> "Focused too much on your footwork, perhaps."

[I can. Just-]

<No. You just. Needed. A dagger.>

<He's taunting.> "I can tell by your thoughts, you've already tried beating me quite a bit."

<Cut him. Jump. Hit, trip- >

<Told by an idiot>

<Your little wounds hurt. Legs getting weak. Looping, hard.>

"Stop it!!" <Mirabelle.> "Both of you!! They, S-sif you'll, you'll-"

<Jump, duck, parry, counter.>

<He's gloating.> "I'd call it cheating, but, it looks like you're only hurting yourself."

<He knocks your dagger away, you- >

<Full of sound and fury,>

<You collapse.>

<Your legs, arms, feet, chest, hands, stomach, it burns, it BURNS. It's all numb, it's all pain, it's nothing, eveerything. Null. Zero. Nothing. Nothing but pain, pain, pain- >

<Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.>

<You can't go on.>

<You lost.>

[girderednerve]

spent a merry hour weaving a little practice band on my backstrap loom & listening to a local npr station with my beautiful girlfriend, which was lovely but also made me feel sort of self-consciously old-fashioned, a feeling which relies in part on making a lot of assumptions about how other people spend & spent their time. the other thing that makes me feel old-fashioned is that i like writing in cursive, although i only really do it when my wrists are tired; cursive is usually treated as fancy or difficult but mine is very loose & vague, and flows easily if a little slowly from my elbow. i'm attached to the idea of an informal cursive because that's the classical approach: cramped cursive for letters & personal notes, clear sharp capitals for inscriptions, slow and meticulous book hands for important writing. it's cursive in the first place because it's fluid or running, continuous & convenient. lovelier styles take longer & anyway usually cheat with pen lifts

[waitineedaname]

the dashboard osmosis has zapped your blorbos into my subconscious bc despite not having read a word of svsss last night I dreamed about a musical adaptation of it. thought you should know. (the dream musical kind of slapped btw)

OH MY GOD??? that sounds incredible holy shit now all I can think about is which scenes would make good songs. this is amazing omg I'm so glad my dashboard osmosis powers were strong enough to do this to you

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads / storygraph

Foundryside

start of a high fantasy trilogy, set in a capitalist city run by four merchant houses that control the magical technology known as scriving: a language that codes commands into objects

a young woman who can sense scrived objects & survives as a thief steals something that turns out to be extremely powerful, and someone in the merchant houses would do anything to get it back

so she teams up with some unlikely allies to stop them & save herself

sapphic, interesting magic system, sentient objects, computerprogram..angels?? kinda

[terra-tortoise]

testing out a clan code (: moving it out of the tags, the template is by nimrook ive just wanted to use it for a bit!

[crowtongued]

{--Damn, ESO really wanted to grab me by the balls today huh--}

[dreamsrunfaster]

medieval french really is like we have (haure? haures?) no spelling yet. we can never decide which letters we want to abbreviate, we use the same signs for different things and different signs for the same thing, and we like to put capiTals in the middle of woRds. god forbid we do something consistent with i/j and v/w. We s[om]t[im][es] abb[re]uiate to .i. poi[n]t of i[n][com]p[re]h[en]sibility. There are only two cases and the verb tense is "hey, whatever you vibe with".

However.

There is a fully(e) fledged(e) gender(e) system(e) and you BETTER make it agree.

[top10statuesthatcriedblood]

its september im gonna need my state to do what it does best and stop being a consistent temperature because walking 2.5 miles in 90-100 degree weather EVERY FUCKING DAY IS REALLY GETTING TO ME like literally Grow up Face the Situation at Hand. @ The Sun

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has an icon of a white moon and two four-pointed stars, inside a dark purple circle, in the center. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: dark muted blue, muted blue, and pale blue. the second flag has these three top colors: black-pink, dark pink, and blue-purple. each flag has these bottom six stripes: bright purple, off-white, bright purple, medium purple, dark purple, and black. END ID.]

darkicribe: a gender connected to being a dark scribe; this gender is connected to darkness, dark aesthetics, writing aesthetics, and being scriptorian!

reapedarkic: a gender connected to being a dark reaper; this gender is connected to darkness, dark aesthetics, death aesthetics, grim reaper aesthetics, and DEiN genders!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian

[ibndeshret]

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I am a fictive. Call me al-Haitham, or Haitham. If you call me Al I will laugh at you and call you stupid. I’m 25 years old, this body is 24. I type like this, and I’m not mad at you. I just type like this. This is a side blog. I follow / like from archaicden.

I got together with Cyno in canon. My Kaveh was… awful, but I’m starting to heal from what he did. I can separate my past Kaveh from current ones, so I have no distaste for any other Kaveh’s. I don’t mind talking to others.

Do not talk about alcohol to me.

[once-was-muses]

anonymous | Ancient Egyptian Horoscopes

What about YOU, Birdy! What's YOUR's (and mun's if they're comfortable sharing)? >:3

"The full answer to the former is actually two in one. As an astrological sign, those born April 1st-19th and November 8th-17th would fall under. My own birthdate- somewhat hypothetical, and shifted over many calendars- would have me as Lady Mut."

"December 2nd; Osiris, king of the underworld, god of the dead, rebirth, vegetation. A being of two worlds, a constant state of 'before' and 'after,' prone to melancholic nostalgia for things that may have yet to even transpire- or never existed to begin with. A cold, dead exterior hides a tumultuous, eccentric interior."

[fogaminghub]

✨ Calling all Tamriel adventurers! The thrilling Elder Scrolls Online Update 44 is here! With awesome new features like revamped Battlegrounds, two amazing new Companions, and an expanded Scribing system, the adventure is just getting started! Are you ready to explore? 🏰⚔️

[psi-scribe]

Got my Army Painter Fanatic mega set and oh I'm going to enjoy using them. Only did some test swatches but these feel so much better than the old AP metallics I had (briefly).

That being said omg Oozing Vomit is fittingly gross and True Blood looks more blood-ish than Blood for the Blood God.

[nightingaletrash]

So I briefly saw some new shit for ESO and holy hell I need yo get back into that game

same!! I've not done much with it since Necrom, but I'm always a slut for new story content :D