#intro piece

[fy-raaa-ga]

Yuri Week is upon us!

Halmarut and I are set up for a marvelous set of adventures together. I can't wait for us to finally be on the same scale, au'ra girl to au'ra girl. The Scions protest only because these moves continue to work! It's not my problem that they can't argue with success.

[octocurse]

ABT me !

I am a minor! i identify as a genderqueer aroace lesbian !

 I use it/its, that/thats, and several neopronouns/xenogenders - You can find the full list here < link !

 I am autistic and have other forms of mental and physical disabilities.

Please be patient as I am easily overwhelmed. I don’t have much energy but if you need someone to talk to I am always here! I can also just send you cat photos ^^

 Mutuals can ask for my disc + blacklist at any time ^^ but i won't ask you to tag things.

I have a fixation on Splatoon [SpIn], Sally Face, Warriors [SpIn], and cats! Mainly Splatoon. My favorite song artists/bands are MARETU, The Crane Wives, Mitski, Kikuo, The Front Bottoms, and Sister Sandy!

 I am always  open 2 discussion and CIVIL debate. Please be wary however, as i have a habit of needing to leave conversations early.

Wanna find my AO3 fics? Here!

[omegablacktiger-blog]

Mind Palace

Inside my mind palace are hung windows through which a Golden sun always shines,

Mixed with a gentle mist that surrounds the mountain upon which it is perched,

A majestic tree guarding the front, guiding and beckoning flying spirits to grace its halls

My mind palace is constructed like every great stone building ever was,

Like the Taj Mahal, but more Greek

Like the Parthenon, but more alive

Enchanted with endless activity,

Ideas buzz about the fire of creativity and passion,

Hearthed,

A breeze always whispers in measured and unmeasured beats

Syncopated and orchestrated by the Heavenly voices of angels, and Titans

So great and organized is my mind palace,

But creative works of art litter the walls,

In feng shui order

And rugs litter the floor

Brilliant Persian rugs

The smell,

Oh the sweet smell of flowers wafting in from the gardens that flank each side 

like ambrosia for the Mind gods carousing in the Fountain Courtyard

Except drunk off of material knowledge and spiritual insights

[happypolykitten92]

This is a place where--

I can be ecstatic. I can be utterly over the moon and happy. I can keep a little record of the cute things we do like days at the park with the kiddos or sleepy breakfasts in bed or utterly adorable little things said and done during snuggles. Mmm.

Or I can be terrified. I mean, I’ve been burned so many different times so many different ways and it’s not like my lovelies don’t have their own baggage. And here I am, teetering on the edge again, getting ready to fall so hard and so fast. Again. If there’s no cushion there at the bottom of this drop... I’ll shatter. Again. I can pick up the pieces, nothing new. But it’s hard and it hurts so bad.

A place where I can toy with the idea of being a coward, running away now, before I take a plunge again. Or running away later and vent the things that would make me want to flee. If nothing else, to compile my thoughts and feelings until I can articulate them in a way that they won’t hurt anyone and things can be ok. 

But ultimately, this is a home for lofty thoughts and huge dreams. For beautiful sexy dreams and date ideas. For little things that belong to us and always will, no matter what happens. 

[ifightwithcameras-blog]

Welcome to Photography (You're Going to Die)

My name is Laurita Rachelle Duncan, and when I was in high-school, I had the brilliant idea to join yearbook.  I did pretty okay for a while, and definitely enjoyed it.  There was setting up the pages, picking pictures to fit the photo boxes, and writing the copy to tie it all together.

Then my adviser brought out the kicker: taking the photos.

And here is where it all went downhill.  I couldn't get the camera to do what I wanted to save my life!  Really, weird issues.  Like pressing the button and starting a timer, and then handing it over to someone and having the shutter go off normally.  The flash wouldn't cooperate, the focus wouldn't change like I wanted to, and the battery was very fond of dying after only five pictures.

So, yes, my username is very, very true.  And then I reach college, and manage to pick the major that requires a photography class.  So now I can only hope to survive, and make some sort of peace with cameras along the way.

[divinejusticelloyd]

An independent Lloyd RP blog

NSFW threads are fine, mun is over 18

Prefers to stay within Tales of, but will do multiverse

Multiships are also cool

12+ years of RP experience, new to Lloyd

Relatively active

Open to crack and serious threads

[burntreviews-blog]

The Black Company

I decided to go into a bit more detail about the series before I actually delved back into the dismal world. I actually remember the first book of the series that I found. It was at the local library while I was still in Junior High. I had been looking for something new to read after becoming frustrated with The Wheel of Time, eh, book five-ish. Browsing the shelves, I remember seeing the book Bleak Seasons and wondering exactly what it was. It had stuck out a little bit to the others and when I pulled it down and saw the white Crow on the cover, I was curious. I checked it and a couple of other books out for the week. Sitting down, I actually put the book off until last, figuring it was bound to be another generic fantasy book.

Much like when reading Dune years and years later in High School, I tore through the book in one setting. The fact that Bleak Seasons is probably one of the weaker books of the series is something of a testament to the characters. Instead of reading about a bunch of knights in shining armor fighting the undead hordes of Lord Immabadguy, we had a bunch of soldiers desperately fighting off another group of soldiers. The company relied on dirty tricks, technology and whatever else they could for advantages. Fear, trickery, explosives, poisons, traps, nothing was below them.

In this world, I found myself sitting with characters bored of just sitting around, but when something finally happens, find themselves wanting to dive back to those quiet, slow and boring times. I saw characters in a bad place, working with what they had to win and most importantly, I saw actual characters.

As I started chasing down these books, I got to know the characters. Croaker, The Lady, Soulcatcher, Murgen, Goblin and One-Eye, Silent, Darling and others. I saw a bunch of people working for bad guys, switching sides to bad guys and realizing that the good guys really weren't any better. Do you take a strict dictator who is otherwise more or less fair or do you side with the rebels trying to depose her, funded by greedy nobles? Neither side is presented as particularly evil, but neither side is good.

We find villains with motivations and actual personality outside of two, maybe. We have characters who aren't saved by the plot. Everyone has a chance to die and it's safe to assume that everyone dies by the end. Even the weaker characters are usually interesting with the worst offender being Raven who's as close to a knight in shining armor as you'll get. Everyone in the Company distrusts him and Croaker assumes he's nuts. His progression is not really a happy one, becoming steadily worse as a person.

It's with that in mind that one of the reviews on Amazon had me laughing. The guy complained that a book marketed as a gritty, realistic look at soldiers in a dark fantasy setting wasn't accurate. They sat around all the time, bitched about being bored, bitched about being stuck in a fight and bitched about marching. They have long stretches of time without fights and the fights themselves are largely noted, but not shown in detail. We know who died and sometimes where, but not the brutal fights themselves. This isn't a bad thing, this is partially why people consider it somewhat realistic. The old joke is hurry up and wait after all.

So to close it off. This series is huge, spanning multiple decades and funnily enough, generations both in and out. My uncle had started reading the series before I was born. There are tons and tons of characters and most of them feel like they might have been real people. No one is safe, you're always wondering who survived. It's largely an unhappy ordeal lacking shining heroes, with super villains that barring a few examples, can be viewed with some sense of sympathy, or at the least curiousity. It ends on a bittersweet note at best and the journey to that end is a fascinating one. So, over the next while, I hope you'll join me as I go through my favorite series in fantasy.