Please Help Trans Woman Find A Home and/or Immigrate
Hi there, my name is Lyla. This wont be a long post but its one where I'm begging for help. So my beloved Rose will be unable to stay at her current place (cause the owner is selling it) and I need to find a place for her to stay from late June onwards.
She's in America, and I am searching for a place for her to stay. A room to rent. Yes, RENT. We're perfectly fine to rent and pay for the place within reason.
Please, PLEASE if you are in America and have an available spare room and are willing to be paid for its use send me a DM or reply to this post and we can talk about it.
The other option is if you are in Australia, Brisbane surrounding area. We have progress on bringing her to my country and just need to put her somewhere (I'm trying to get my own place but It's A Struggle). It also means I get to see her which is big!!!!! Same idea, place to rent willing to host the cutest most special woman ever to exist.
But yes please please help me and tell me if you are able to. You can also email me at [email protected]
A couple of months ago, I asked followers on twitter to send me AE NPCs they’d like to see me write drabbles about - the theme being those NPCs giving the Hero/Player character chocolate.
Forgot to post them here too, but better late than never!
If Tomix still had his hands, they’d be wrapped tight in bandages. It was the one upside to his predicament.
Heroes’ Heart Day was upon Falconreach, and Ash Dragonblade was kind enough to explain the festivities to Tomix. They were supposed to give chocolates to someone they appreciated or even loved.
Ash had given up on home-made chocolates, and writing a thoughtful letter. He kept wasting food trying to make pretty shapes and he just couldn’t find the right words to express his affection.
Instead, the generous young man handed the remainder of his chocolates to Tomix and decided to buy something nice for the Hero.
The Soulweaver felt bad about turning his attention away from his mission. He should be focusing on the Voidship and tracking down Envy.
But when was the next time Tomix would ever experience Heroes’ Heart Day?
Making up his mind, Tomix borrowed a book on wood carving from the Falconreach Libraseum, and hunkered down on a stump near the portal to Ravenloss.
He thought being skilled at weaving would naturally meld with the techniques used for carving chocolate. The many cuts and tears in his leather gloves said otherwise.
Birds were pecking at all of the chocolate shavings on the grass. Tomix was so focused on his project that he didn’t notice them hopping around his boots.
A card had to come with the chocolates. He had an idea of what he wanted to say, but there wasn’t going to be any room for a book inside a candy box.
By the time he finished carving the third gardenia, the Soulweaver pieces some of his feelings together.
Tomix wanted to continue his adventures with the Hero and discover new mysteries together. The greatest mystery of all was the future. He knew what they are and who they were to each other today, but the Soulweaver yearned to know what they could be.
He managed eleven intricate gardenias in total, arranged them in a box, and tucked his letter under one of the petals.
The Hero was at the Inn and Tomix managed to catch Ash on his way there too. He held the exact same type of box as the young knight. All according to plan.
Ash was the trusting sort, not noticing that Tomix switched their boxes when he pretended to bump into him.
Apologizing, Tomix sent Ash on his way, turning down an invitation to see the Hero together.
The Soulweaver just muttered that he was busy, wondering if the Hero would throw their arms around Ash and agree to head into the future together.
Silently, he wished them a safe journey towards the sunrise as he slipped back to the forest, returning to the shade of Ravenloss.
A couple of months ago, I asked followers on twitter to send me AE NPCs they’d like to see me write drabbles about - the theme being those NPCs giving the Hero/Player character chocolate.
Forgot to post them here too, but better late than never!
(I know this is MQ but she was fresh in our minds cause of AF2)
The motor roared asa the blades span, obliterating the pieces of chocolate. no knife work or syrup needed. The refurbished blender was powerful enough to puree a thick bar of cocoa.
Tek regarded the whirlpool spinning in the ice cream mixture behind her safety goggles. Then, it occurred to her that he milkshake wouldn’t be cold if the motor started to smoke.
It was uncharacteristic of her to scramble for the off switch. That being said, she was used to making weapons to blend metal. A homemade blender wasn’t supposed to be dangerous.
“Told you it’d take a couple of seconds.” Tek rescued the pitcher of chocolate shake and strode confidently towards her work bench.
There, her favorite customer had been studying several mech manuals. Tek hoped they wouldn’t notice the smoke.
“Happy Heroes Heart Dy to the both of us.” She poured the mixture into a mostly clean glass.
The GEARS student perked right up, dropping their pen to rush over to the mini-fridge. Gathering the rest of the ingredients they bought into their arms, the student returned to set about decorating the drink.
Shifting in her seat, Tek undid the jacket sleeves she tied around her waist and slipped it over her arms. the student was sitting awfully close, and Tek had worked up a sweat fixing their blender.
It reminded her of when she used to go to class every other day.
Her first job had been at her own family’s workshop back when she was ten. they were so short staffed having to compete with bigger companies that Tek had to skip classes to help out.
But on Heroes’ Heart Day, her parents urged her to go to class and share in the fun with the other students.
No one wanted the candies she brought.
Not from the stupid girl that got to stay home all the time. Not the one that stunk of grease and oil. Definitely not the one that cheated so she’d be top of the class when others worked so much harder than her.
Tek’s family was struggling and poor. Her chocolates would have been cheap and gross anyways. Maybe she accidentally dropped some lead in.
Years later, the GEARS student wrapped their arm around her shoulder so they could pull her in for a selfie.
The milkshake they made together was cute, with two striped straws stuck into the whip cream for them to share.
“Ha,” Tek flashed a peace sign at the student’s phone. “I’ll give you a freebie on the fix since you’re covering lunch.”
A couple of months ago, I asked followers on twitter to send me AE NPCs they’d like to see me write drabbles about - the theme being those NPCs giving the Hero/Player character chocolate.
Forgot to post them here too, but better late than never!
(I’ll post these twice each day)
Circe invited you over for a surprise. What could it be? Razorblades hidden in a cake? Perfume laced with parasitic Larvae? Or maybe it’ll be a good old fashioned beatdown with a chair.
It started with the tall blonde offering you said chair at her table instead.
“A little birdy might have told the Queen a few reasons why DragonsGrasp might want me behind bars. Certainly, it had to have been because this chickadee was concerned for my safety.” She sat within stabbing distance of you.
“Tweet.” You whistled, enjoying the sound of her nails tapping the table in annoyance.
A box was tossed with a flourish of nonchalance in front of you. It was about the size of a book but sounded too hollow to be filled with pages.
Curious, you tear open the shiny red wrapping and pull off the bow. Circe rolls her eyes as you stuck the ribbon to the side of your head.
Inside were six circular pieces of chocolates, garnished with blue rose petals. How thoughtful.
“Too bad for you, the Queen decided to keep her nose out of my business as long as I...make nice with you,” Circe lifted her shoulder in a shrug. “For once in their life, the little mp gets something expensive for Heroes’ Heart Day.” her lip curled, like she was disgusted by the holiday.
Without blinking, you ask if the chocolates were poisoned as you popped one in your mouth.
Circe began to stand in triumph, but your words hit her and she squints at you.
There was a slight coppery taste hidden in the smooth floral and milky chocolate. You recognized that the ingredient mixed in wasn’t lethal, though it would have rearranged your guts if you weren’t used to it.
“How could you possibly be immune? You should be coughing up your tonsils!”
After thoroughly savouring that first bite, you chomp down on a second piece.
As if Circe would be the first person to ever try to kill you. You explain as much to her.
Luckily, the other assailants weren’t as smart. Anyone under Sepulchure’s rung in the Shadowscythe ladder tended to be missing a lot of brain matter.
Thanks to their repeated failures, you’ve powered through many different poisons and built up an immunity. Or, you just have antidote ready hidden under the lint in your bag.
Disorganization hasn’t murdered you yet.
Expression souring, Circe slumped back in her chair and glared at the wall for a couple of minutes. You continue to eat her gift and compliment her taste.
She turned her glare to you, wishing dearly to slap that smug smile off your face. When you tap your cheek, offering a free shot, Circe consigned herself to the wretchedness of the afternoon.
A couple of months ago, I asked followers on twitter to send me AE NPCs they’d like to see me write drabbles about - the theme being those NPCs giving the Hero/Player character chocolate.
Forgot to post them here too, but better late than never!
On a calm night, when the starry sky was mirrored by the still sea, Captain Mazurek heard footsteps. They were heading to the deck.
Good timing. She would have knocked on their door if they weren’t already up.
With two steaming cups of hot, spiced cocoa in hand, Maz tracked the Hero down.
They had spread a blanket out by the ship’s wheel. Siting cross legged with their baby dragon dozing on their lap, the hero gazed at the twinkling night.
“The stars sparkle well-nigh as much as ye do.” Maz whistled, startling them. With a teasing smile, she nudged the Hero over for a spot on their blanket.
Gratefully accepting the hot drink, their eyes widened in surprise as they sipped.
“I like t’ keep a few peppers homegrown from Osprey. Thar’s more than jus’ coconuts ‘n blades in the sand,” She clinked their tin mugs together. “Keeps ye warm on a chilly night.”
The comment led to questions about where Maz grew up, and what the Hero did before they met.
As rough as their beginnings were, the poor landlubber had a soft heart.
The Captain took off her coat and draped it over both of their shoulders. Though the Hero was apprehensive at firs, they saw that Maz was encouraging them to lean closer. Nestling their head on her shoulder, they held her hand when she snaked it around their waist.
“My!” Maz laughed, delighted by how forward they were being that night. She squeezed their hand back and asked “Wha’ if ye took a vacation aft yer business across the sea? We could sail t’ this wee island I know. It ain’t bigger than half a farm plot wit’ naught goin’ on. But isn’t that somethin’ we needs every now ‘n then?”
She described how the Hero could show off their fishing skills to her, and maybe how good they’d look with a tan. Mazurek was no slouch roughing it with just the skin on her back either. That’s a true dashing sight to see, a real treat for the eyes.
It was such a dream of an idea that the Hero slowly dozed off. They drifted far away to that tiny island, where nothing in Lore could hurt them.
“Come back when yer business’ all done won’t ye?” I’ll be waitin’.” Mazurek whispered to them, running her fingers through their hair.
The number of messages I’ve failed to answer across all my devices and media platforms will be weighed against my soul on judgment day, and I will be cast into hell
