The way I couldn't even finish a vampire novella in 4 months but I finished 2/3 books from Howl's Moving Castle after seeing the Studio Ghibli movie says a lot about my mental state bc I, for one, cannot be serious in my entertainment, I've got so much seriousness irl that the most serious thing I can produce/consume is my Tiefling Bard's monologue"for-bonding-around-the-campfire" purposes and only because I had the lovely idea a year ago when my life wasn't that shitty to make her half elf and a descendant of Asmodeus (who resembles my real life grandpa personality wise too) SOOOOOO LIGHT FANTASY IT IS.
Also I just love how movie Howl is just a slightly quirky male lead but book Howl is a fucking mess of a random, rather dense Welsh guy who has cracked the multiverse.
Anyways these books are slowly turning into comfort reads besides the Hobbit and LOTR and the Silmarillion and The Master and Margarita, from which I can quote ungodly amounts of passages in English, Russian and Greek, aka all the languages I speak with a semblance of fluency.
I need more light fantasy books, might as well try the one with the orc and the lattes which name I cannot recall.
Why the fuck are there so many rules about dating?
You start seeing someone. Talking to them. Spending time with them. Enjoying the affections they show you. And they seem to enjoy yours. So: why on earth are there so many rules about doing things? Like "texting should be continuous." You must wait before replying *insert time slots*".
"If he doesn't text back SOON, BLOCK HIM."
"He dares cancel plans, ONCE? BLOCK HIM."
What the fuck people. Have you considered, once, that some people like to get to know you slower, in a more authentic manner than just aimless banter on some texting app? Is it so strange that some people just don't need constant communication??? Or constant approval?
Social media has really twisted our collective perception of so many things regarding dating that it's legit scary.
My area is currently being in the middle of a very bad flood and I am in the process of moving out for studies as well! Not much studying done this summer since I needed a good rest after a non stop exam season that lasted for 2 years while also in the middle of Covid.
So I'll revive this account once my uni classes start properly and I have the ability to organize my own schedule. In the meantime you can keep in touch on my main blog @nerrissadevampyre
'Write a story about a place that no longer exists' - A Reedsy Writing Prompt
It's been almost a year since I subscribed to that writing blog called Reedsy and I suppose it is high time I started using their writing prompt emails so anyways here y'all go
'Find a pensive dragon and ask; is this the Path to the realm of Elland-dur?'
It has been said and told, told and said, that this world did not always look the way it does now; that there have been Resets; times three.
Before the Second Great Fall, when creatures of monstrous and great Stature rode alongside humans and their fire-breathing, war-bred stallions, stood the noble realm of Ellan-dur. It is more likely than it is not, that you all have heard of some variation or another of that name; Ellander, Ellandor or so on and so forth. It is of no matter, no real consequence, which name you use, exactly because your mind will reject the reasoning that it all refers to the exact same place.
And yet, your hearts will already-and always-know.
There is nothing to be gained by this tale, nothing at all by this knowledge. But Souls circle, in Dance Eternal in the grander realms of matter, particles and laws of Physics. Have you never wondered why some people seem to get these absurdly difficult math types, seem to have an inherent wisdom about what does and what does not consitute the Bounds of Reason?
These people are the products of their Age; the products of their World, where a Reset seems as insane of a notion as the existence of Magicks and Hexes and Jinxes.
If however, the Magick calls to you instead of Reason, then chances are, you once belonged to the learned and wise dwellers of Ellan-dur. The Fires Eternal, the Blood and Wine of the Birth, it all resonates, clearer and stronger than any math form, diagram or type.
But Reason is no Enemy of Magick, no enemy of the Ellan-durian, for they know one cannot exist without the other.
Long gone are the Days when the Hallowed Blood flowed through the Noble Sovereign of Ellan-dur and its loss led to its downfall, and eventual erasure of all modern memory; no traces left of the spiralling minarets reaching for the heavens, covered in diamond-studded moss; no traces of the Lemuriarn artistry of their jewels left to witness, of beauty so radiant lesser men had lost all sense at their sight. That is a tale for another time.
For Ellan-dur is no more; the Thyme-Burners to the Mother no loger burn; the shadow of its last monarch locked itself in the body of a bird of prey, unnable to sing of the loss, but only cry for wrath.
So, dear reader, should alive eyes be looking at this scroll, look for a Dragon; do not be discouraged at the lack of scales or cat-slinted eyes; make them Think. Then and only then, ask for directions to the Ruins.
AFTER YEARS OF TORTURE I CAN FINALLY SIT DOWN AND WRITE MY STUPID FANDOM OPINIONS ON A WORKING PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY (in all honesty, they all end up reading like minor treatises on ethics or loosely medieval inspired morality plays but whatever).
It's very funny how i introduced people to this hellsite but then I literally fucked off for more than a year AT THAT. Been through a lot of shit but I guess I am back? Y'all may come to regret it but here i am now lol
p.s. i have been through a Witcher hyperfixation since the end of February along with other minor fandoms like the one of my poor vampire Constantia and her idiot of a son that I have been torturing for entertainment since 2022 but oh well. I have written essays on Blood and Wine and Hearts of Stone DLCS AND BY MELITELE'S TITS THAT'LL BE EVERYONE'S PROBLEM.
Hmmmm so I was having a very nice book conversation with my closest irl bestie and at some point she had to actually tell me, like using words aloud, to continue to speak my opinion and I just realised how much of my daily opinions, like actually small, hardly significant ones I bite back for fear of upsetting what seems to me very fragile relationships of all sorts (romantic being the exception). So I might just return to writing fandom opinions (even though I am not sure if I have the strength to actually respond-most of the times I feel too dumb to offer anything of actual opinion that's not comedy). Exposure therapy of sorts, like the world won't end and I won't lose what little comfort I have in my day-to-day reality by just speaking my mind.
