Welcome to the circus! I'm Nyx and I used to write for Genshin Impact/Honkai Star Rail. I'm not into those games anymore, but I want to keep my works online for those who enjoyed them!
Read more in the “rules” page before sending an ask. Likes and reblogs are more than welcome!
Do NOT translate, rewrite, repost or feed my work to AI.
Fixed error where punching Godey sometimes leads to a blank screen. Please continue to punch Godey.
You now have to have seen the mouse before you can tell Astarion about the mouse.
Clerics and paladins can now pray for help before resting. It does about as much as one might expect.
Fixed error where poking the Nightmare sometimes locks you out of resting. There was some poetry to that, but it also made the game impossible to continue.
Fixed Malarthi's extremely strange startup error. I think.
Non-rogues can now figure out how the tomb door opens and oil its hinges.
If you have Speech 3 or higher, you can now say a special, elf-specific greeting on day 161.
Astarion will now sometimes criticize your grammar.
Replaced the necklace with a burial shroud for Act 2 reasons.
You can now ask Astarion about the skeleton in the hallway.
Color coded the companions. I am accepting feedback on this. Feel free to argue with me about my choices about anyone except for Gale.
Added a custom response for the name 'Andar.'
You can now attempt to be Drizzt.
New feat: Vampire Enrichment
Added Options menu with Accessibility options to adjust Font Size and enter Color Blind mode.
Made the text in 'Practice Existing' more comprehensible.
Adjusted how the game displays on phones to make things more accessible and readable.
Adjusted how the game displays so that when you are inside the sarcophagus the text will now always be trapped within the bounds of the sarcophagus frame, no matter how much you resize the screen.
Minor typo fixes.
Please let me know if any of these fixes caused new errors!
I found a good number of Palestinian asks in my inbox, and instead of posting them one by one I thought of making a "masterpost" with all of the accounts to give the same visibility to all of them. Some of the people that have reached out to me are vetted blogs, others aren't.
I do not mean to accuse those struggling innocent people, but many scammers steal pictures, videos and names from actual Palestinian accounts. I tried to verify the autenticity of those in my inbox, but I'm afraid of brushing off some actual Palestinians, so I decided to write down all of them regardless of my suspicions. Donate at your discretion and be careful. Here is a post that helps with recognising fakes.
The ones in green are vetted by gazavetters.
The ones in blue are vetted by individual accounts (bilal-salah0).
The ones in yellow are not vetted.
Mosab Elderawi - mssbdr. i think this is the main account. I have received the same ask multiple times from blogs with a slightly different name, like "adfamily" or "mfamily/mofamily/mosabfamily", but with the same pictures. They all reblogged Mosab's post.
Momen Al Madhoun - momenalmdhoun. The ask was sent by nourelmadhoun.
Mohamad S. - adambinali. According to the masterpost, adambinali is a friend of Mohamand and they're reaching out on his behalf.
Shada Kassab - shadafaml.
Rewaa Amir - rewaaamir. Ask sent by rewaa-amir-family2.
Dima - demarasid.
Mohamed Rafiq Abdo - mohamedfamily80.
Asmaa Majed - asmaamajed2. They tagged el-shab-hussein, but they're not on the document of vetted blogs.
Esmaeel - som3a30i.
Khalil - khleelfamily.
hilda - hildanasr5.
Areej Kassab - areejfamil.
I hope I missed nothing, I wanted to be as clear as possible. I will keep adding links the more asks I receive.
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« 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 » I made some research before using Russian words. I did my best to understand their meaning and use instead of copypasting from google translate, I apologise if I still made mistakes. If you know the language, feel free to correct me! Also, let me know if you want me to create a taglist!
The bulky man in the arena crumbled as the wooden rod bashed his kneecap. His muscles rippled under the skin of his chest, his veins throbbing and his sweat pouring into more and more layers with each heave of his chest.
He balanced his weight with his own stick, but the second it seemed like he had gathered himself, another hit landed on his battered body. It resonated against his ribcage with a wet crack, probably breaking at least two bones before the blunt end of the weapon met his sternum.
The man tumbled backwards. Another attack flew his way, one that he managed to parry thanks to luck more than skill, but the next swing drew an unavoidable line from above— just like that his collarbone was doomed.
He clutched his shoulder with a pained grimace, and that moment of distraction earned him the final blow.
The rod collided with his jaw and Bulky Man was sent against the rocky, snow-sprinkled ground.
Pulcinella twirled his moustache without a care in the world, as if the two of you hadn’t assisted to such pathetic, gruesome show. He tugged his fur closer to his neck and his glasses briefly fogged up from his breath.
“Why are we here, you ask? I thought you might be interested, Solnishko.” He mused, mirth in his small, wrinkled stare. “Anyone caught your attention?”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning against the railing of the mezzanine that overlooked the training grounds. Snowflakes danced placidly in the air, obfuscating the midday sun and falling over the crowd below.
The arena was emptier than usual and the few people who had come to train were scattered all over the area, making it appear even more hollow and depressing. Some busied themselves with archery practice, others stretched and lifted weights, a few perfected their moves against training dummies while a group of rookies — who had been caught slacking, most likely — kept running desperate laps.
All of them were shirtless, clad in a simple pair of slacks and shoes as per regulation. It was an ancient Snezhnayan technique meant to train the body to withstand harsh conditions on top of physical effort, but the toll was harsher for some agents. Teens had it worse, usually. Like that one. His lips had turned a light shade of purple already.
You scanned the people with clear lack of interest, barely lingering for more than a moment on each figure.
Around 27, has a postural problem, he struggles to keep his back straight when shooting. Somewhere between 20 and 22, she’s still recovering from a deep injury, her shoulder sports a suture. One 17, one 19, they met in secret, possibly the night before; they avoid eye contact and keep their necks well covered.
And then there were them.
Bulky Guy and Prodigy Boy in the duelling circle. A few agents there had scurried to help the injured man, carefully lifting him on a stretcher while his opponent — as unscathed as the day he was born — wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.
Bruises had already formed over the defeated man's skin, especially in the area around his ribs and on his knee. He was haemorrhaging internally from the looks of it, but he would survive. He now needed a support for his injured leg though, and he would suffer from chronic pain for the first few months of physio.
“That man will need more than a couple weeks of recovery.” You hummed. “But the other agents seem in perfect health.”
“Seem is the right word, Solnishko.” Pulcinella fixed the glasses on his nose. “You see, an acquaintance of mine could use your expertise.”
“Delusion poisoning?”
“Precisely.”
You raised a brow. “And I assume they have special needs, since they haven’t contacted my assistant to make an appointment like every other patient?”
Pulcinella chuckled once more, his white moustache moving along. “Now, now. Consider it your old, tired deda asking for a favour.” He smiled. “But you are right. His condition is… Anomalous.”
The old man sauntered closer to the railing and — trying and failing to be discreet with it — stood on his tiptoes to get a better look over the area. He pointed to the boy who had crushed the other agent no more than a few minutes ago, as he effortlessly did pull-ups by himself.
You noticed that his colleagues eyed him warily, their glares nasty and bitter as they hauled the injured Bulky Man away. Maybe that was the reason why the grounds were emptier than usual.
You analysed Prodigy Boy with furrowed brows. Aside from the scars on his skin, some faded, some fresh, he seemed in great health; the fact he had started training more after an easy, though still tiring fight only made him look healthier.
But if years of treating people had taught you something, it was that nothing was what it seemed.
“He owns a vision and a delusion, and as you might have noticed he doesn’t lack prowess.” Pulcinella sighed, almost disappointed. “Yet, he somehow manages to overexert his body and neglect his health. One would almost imagine he fights against gods daily, with how much he uses that delusion of his.”
Your face crumpled in annoyance at the notion. Those were the worst type of people, the ones that made your job harder than it needed to be. Was it so difficult to stay in bed and rest for a while instead of running around like careless masochists? You hoped this guy would not fit the description.
“I can see him, but taking care of himself is up to him, eventually.” You responded drily. “He better not waste my time.”
“Oh, well, about that…” The old man cleared his throat awkwardly. He would definitely waste your time. “I will leave that to you two! Let me introduce you—”
“Send him to my studio, tomorrow night. I’ll see him once I’m done with my shift.”
You turned on your heels without sparing a second glance at either Pulcinella or his “acquaintance”, it was just noon and your head had already started aching at the thought of dealing with this boy tomorrow.
“Do you not wish to get to know him beforehand?”
“I’ve learned more than enough.”
You ventured further down the mezzanine, silently pondering your options as you headed to the door that lead inside the palace.
Of course "God's chosen people" think they own God's rain. Why should anyone be surprised at this LAW in isnotreal. Yes, you read that right. It is law.
hello oak nation and friends! life has finally slowed down enough for me to make this post - i will be participating in the @ficsforgaza initiative!! while i was initially very anxious about making this post, i realized that i want to do something meaningful and contribute what i can to the fundraising efforts for gaza. i highly recommend checking out their blog for more info + see the other participants!!
this post was last updated: 05.28.24 !
﹙🍉﹚HOW CAN I PARTICIPATE?
great question! i've outlined the process below.
the rate is $1.00 USD = 100 words.
make a donation to a vetted fundraiser/charity of your choice; you can find some here!!
screenshot proof of your donation. send it via ask to me with ALL PERSONAL INFO redacted and mention the fundraiser you donated to. (do NOT send me any screenshots you've used for other creators: they will be shared with @/ficsforgaza to verify.) i will not be publicly posting asks.
then in that same ask, just let me know which wip (out of the ones listed below) you'd like to sponsor!! i will be updating this post minimum once a week (hopefully more) with any updates to wc/donations/status etc etc.
example: hi oak! i've donated $x.xx to [chosen fundraiser] and i'd like to sponsor your vampire blade wip. thanks!! (attach your proof here!)
once a fic is fully sponsored, completed, and posted, you will be mentioned as one of its sponsors !! (you may opt out of this part, just let me know while sending your ask!)
﹙🍉﹚WHAT ARE YOUR RULES, OAK?
another great question! for starters, here is my blog rules post. i also have a couple more for this initiative below.
i am not accepting money directly. please donate through the vetted fundraisers!
since i am an 18+ blog, i am requiring that all asks should be sent OFF ANON and your age must be easily accessible on your blog. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO SPONSOR A WIP. your sponsorship is null and void if you do not follow this rule.
i am a slower writer, so it may be a hot minute before wips are fully edited and posted after reaching a goal. that being said, the main goal is to raise awareness as well as donate to an important cause!! i vow to do my very best to make sure everyone's donations are honored. this is my first time doing something like this, so lets all be kind here!
MINORS, BLANK, AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. nsfw + dark content is included in the wips featured below the cut.
﹙🍉﹚OAK'S WIPS AVAILABLE TO SPONSOR!
✩ you're so handsome (when i'm all over your mouth) — vampire!blade x f!reader
summary: your mother has always warned you to never to stay out long after the sun sets; the lord knows what may be lurking after night falls. in your carelessness, you are lost at sundown, with no grasp on your location nor the path home. time for you to learn just what kind of beast hides in the shadows.
-> sponsored wc: 0/10,000
-> written wc: 0/10,000
✩ little bird, won’t you sing a song for me? — yandere!sunday x f!reader
summary: you’ve lived nearly your entire life in captivity. you yearn for freedom, to escape your gilded cage, but your keeper urges you otherwise. he is adamant in his refusal to set you free, and you are all the more resentful of him for it. (or: you wish to leave the planet despite sunday’s wishes. this does not bode well with him.)
-> sponsored wc: 0/10,000
-> written wc: 0/10,000
✩ *take a bite — satoru gojo x f!reader x suguru geto
summary: your roommate, satoru gojo, always has his pretty dark-haired friend over to your shared apartment as a frequent guest. one night, when the three of you play a little drinking game together, things get much more heated than you could have ever expected it to. (no curses/modern au!)
-> sponsored wc: 0/10,000
-> written wc: 0/10,000
— if you've made it this far: thank you!! if you don't take interest in any of my wips in particular, i implore you to explore the creators featured on @ficsforgaza and see if there is something more your cup of tea.
*regarding the wc of these wips (take a bite in particular), i am unsure of how many words these fics will be. i will start with a baseline of 10k, but if i find that i will be needing wayyyy more than that, i will increase the donation limit. so keep ur eyes on this post!!
if you are struggling with choosing which fundraisers to support, please consider donating to the following places providing medical aid, food, and other supplies to palestine at this time:
donate to doctors without borders here
donate to careforgaza here, providing food, medicine and clothing
donate an e-sim to gaza today
donate feminine hygiene kits for women in gaza
donate to the palestinian civilian relief fund
donate to the palestine children's relief fund
donate to the world food programme
donate medical aid for palestinians
donate to the united nations relief for palestine refugees
donate to healpalestine
if you are looking for individual fundraisers to donate to but are struggling to choose, gazafunds gives a spotlight to fundraisers that are not close to their goal.
instead of watching and supporting eurovision tonight, please instead boost this post & donate if you can. keep your eyes on rafah.
Y'all I've been receiving asks from bots (I looked up the users after a couple days and the accounts were deleted already + their usernames were typical bot names) pretending to be people in need of money for medicines and whatnot.
Stick to the donation links you know, because 99% of the times it's just a scam. It's sad and disgusting that people take advantage of the Palestinian struggle like this. And not only that one, unfortunately.
arab.org - click once a day to generate funds for UNRWA in Gaza
gazaesims.com - purchase e-sims
gofundme.com/f/careforgaza - sends funds to displaced families in gaza
piousprojects.org/campaign/2712 - provides hygiene kits for women/girls
decolonizepalestine.com - learn more about the actual Palestinian history, culture and so on
Hello everyone. I haven't been using this blog for a long time, and I should've done a post about this far earlier, honestly. I've focused on my reblog account without realising that 300 followers is a small, and yet big number when it comes to spreading awareness. I apologize for coming around so late and I'm ashamed of it.
I've been reblogging posts about what's happening in Palestine, and I've seen tons of Zionist bots in the comments. Hence I'll be going through my followers to see if there's any there, or Zionist people in general.
I will NOT allow Zionists to lurk in my blog, even though I'm not using it much anymore (I'm not planning on shutting it down, though).
I repeat, ZIONISTS DO NOT INTERACT.
Feel free to unfollow or block me, because I sure as hell will block you. To justify a genocide and protect Israhell's actions is simply unacceptable, there's no excuses.
Any ask sent with the only purpose of spreading hate for Palestine and/or Zionist propaganda will be deleted, I'd rather focus my resources on boosting Pro-Palestine posts and such. And I'll reblog them on this main blog too, from time to time.
I'll also leave here the "Advocating for Palestine" booklet (available in multiple languages), and make an extra post with all the donation links I come across.
Available in 10 Languages: English, Arabic, German, French, Spanish, Hebrew, Italian, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Turkish
Download the pdf us
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. 🇵🇸🕊️
Mannnn I wanna go back to writing but Baldur's Gate 3 strangled every bit of interest I used to have for other games. Every single woman in the cast + vampire guy are living rent free in my mind, it's almost concerning
I'm not implicitly inviting whoever plays/follows the game to rant about it with me, noooo (please do I'd love to)
Tummy ache survivor winds up writing angst!! Wrio and Clorinde clearly besties, I need them to hug me tight and tell me I'll be okay :'(
Clorinde holding her gun to your head, and absolutely shattering from the inside out at the idea of pulling the trigger. She's so mad at you for choosing to go down this path, for forcing her to suffer twice as much and carry this burden, your blood on her hands. Every fiber of her being is screaming at her to stop, but she's known for her unwavering resolve. She'll regret it for the rest of her life.
Wriothesley staring at you, arms crossed and seemingly unbothered, professional- as if he didn't have the love of his life handcuffed before him. As the seconds tick by his mask of indifference begins to fail him, the crease on his brows betraying the silent ache tearing away his chest. He won't be able to help you the way he wants, because everyone is equal in the Fortress, and you're no exception.
Neuvillette, oh so distracted during your trial, his mind doing a back and forth between what must be done and what he'd like to do. For once the Iudex isn't struggling with gathering and figuring out his thoughts: it's clear this time, but it mustn't be voiced. His distraction won't stop him from handling your case with utmost care, though. So he can make sure, at the very least, that your sentence is the fairest of all.
