Yeshans: Friendly Neighborhood Eldritch Horrors

We are the Yeshans and we have been given permission by the inevitable end to take control of this account. We are Yeshmakan. We are 444 in number, total. We curate all knowledge of Myrai. the year is 1066DE. Ask us anything.

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An OC for the ROOT artstyle, a wolf

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My book Dondorian is now available to read on Royal Road. It will be uploading one chapter every two days. Very short story.

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Very depressed that no one has read my book. It's not even hated it is just being ignored. Sad

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Me: What?! You've never heard of captain planet— hold on, no, I have to show you something.

The Medieval Peasant:

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My book Dondorian is now available to read on Royal Road. It will be uploading one chapter every two days. Very short story.

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Mordred (they/them) & Guinevere (she/her) art. Colored version.

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jpeg from an alternate universe where they have new yorker cartoons at camelot

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Mordred. They/Them.

Having a lot of thoughts lately about Mordred as the protagonist of a story. Allow me a tangent, if you want to keep reading:

The bastard of Arthur's half-sister, Mordred serves as a knight in their uncle's court. Vicious rumors surround the court. Some say Mordred is the incestuous spawn of Arthur. Others say Mordred has ambitions to take the throne, or that Mordred is an evil sorcerer.

According to Mordred themself? They do not know their father, but they are sure it is not their uncle. The King's silence is a matter of "maintaining dignity" or so they tell. They've no want to rule the land, though it is true that they know a little magic. Nothing dark, just some simple utility spells.

For the most part, Mordred minds their own business. They do as they're told and they serve the realm loyally, enduring the jeers of their peers, dubbing them "traitor", "bastard", or worse.

The realm is suddenly brought to chaos when news arrives that the mad wizard Merlin has escaped his imprisonment. Previously sealed within a tree by the Lady of the Lake, Merlin has taken the bride-to-be of Arthur and fled to his hidden lair. The wizard's intentions for her are unknown, and the King's finest knight Lancelot is missing as well. Arthur decides to muster his bannermen in order to confront Merlin and take back his bride, but Mordred protests. "There is no time!" They shout. "By the time you arrive, she may be gone!" Their words fall upon deaf ears, "Merlin would not dare harm the Kings bride. She is but a hostage." The knights assert. Mordred decides to defy the crown. As they leave the castle, the Lady of the Lake appears before them and instructs Mordred to take Clarent from the mantle. "Move with haste," the spectral shape whispers to them "Her fate now lies within thy hands. Thine own is sealed."

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Mordred (They/Them) & Guinevere (She/Her)

Made this today because my heart was full of yearning.

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"Cleanliness is next to Godliness"

Show me one time in the whole bible that God washed his ass.

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Yknow what? The elves that say "its just a human you get used to them dying all the time" are dicks.

I never get used to dogs dying. I've seen so many dogs pass away of old age. Dogs that I knew from pups, Dogs that my friends grew up with, and it's devastating every time.

If an Elf is like "It's just a human what are you crying about?" Replace the word human with dog and maybe you'll understand the Orcs a little better.

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Mordred. They/Them.

Having a lot of thoughts lately about Mordred as the protagonist of a story. Allow me a tangent, if you want to keep reading:

The bastard of Arthur's half-sister, Mordred serves as a knight in their uncle's court. Vicious rumors surround the court. Some say Mordred is the incestuous spawn of Arthur. Others say Mordred has ambitions to take the throne, or that Mordred is an evil sorcerer.

According to Mordred themself? They do not know their father, but they are sure it is not their uncle. The King's silence is a matter of "maintaining dignity" or so they tell. They've no want to rule the land, though it is true that they know a little magic. Nothing dark, just some simple utility spells.

For the most part, Mordred minds their own business. They do as they're told and they serve the realm loyally, enduring the jeers of their peers, dubbing them "traitor", "bastard", or worse.

The realm is suddenly brought to chaos when news arrives that the mad wizard Merlin has escaped his imprisonment. Previously sealed within a tree by the Lady of the Lake, Merlin has taken the bride-to-be of Arthur and fled to his hidden lair. The wizard's intentions for her are unknown, and the King's finest knight Lancelot is missing as well. Arthur decides to muster his bannermen in order to confront Merlin and take back his bride, but Mordred protests. "There is no time!" They shout. "By the time you arrive, she may be gone!" Their words fall upon deaf ears, "Merlin would not dare harm the Kings bride. She is but a hostage." The knights assert. Mordred decides to defy the crown. As they leave the castle, the Lady of the Lake appears before them and instructs Mordred to take Clarent from the mantle. "Move with haste," the spectral shape whispers to them "Her fate now lies within thy hands. Thine own is sealed."

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Yknow sometimes I wish people would just give me honest feedback.

Like I'm out here, doing the therapy. Doing the exercises. Reading the books. Participating in the events.

But am I being the best me I can be? Did I overstep anything? Did I talk too much? Not enough? Am I actually boring you? Am I more interesting than I think? Am I annoying?

You think I can read the room? That I can recognize tone? Subtle hints? Guess again, buckhowser! My anxiety showed me a million timelines and in all but one of them everyone hated me and thought I was annoying.

And yes I know like, everyone is different and some people might enjoy your company and others will abhor you but at the same time how am I supposed to know which one is which if you don't tell me?

Even if you hate me being around you could easily remedy the situation by simply telling me that you hate me and I will almost certainly respond with either "Understandable, sorry to bother you, I'll show myself out." Or "Cool! Me too, wanna talk about it?"

How are you supposed to accurately better yourself if you grade your own test? Are we not all capable of making mistakes!?

PLEASE TELL ME WHEN I MAKE A MISTAKE

Rant over.

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Hot take but if you didn't want new cultures to emerge and replace your old culture you shouldn't have procreated.

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Why is it that nerdy folk have trouble making new friends??

Do they not realise that making new friends is just like catching Pokémon.

Bear with me.

You like going out to eat, right? But you hate going alone, and dating apps were designed by the devil as a way to trick people into paying money to have more sex and commit adultery.

So heres what you do: put on your best hat, and go catch a wild friend.

You want a nerdy type? Go to a nerdy store or convention.

You want a sporty type? Go to a game.

You want a normal type? Bowling alley.

You want to make mistakes so you can learn and grow as a person? Go to a bar.

Movie theaters, Galas, Cookouts, anything really.

Now just walk around in a circle until you encounter someone. And if they don't beat you up and take your money, you might make a friend!

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I think the only reason people don't learn checkers theory the same way people learn chess theory, is because theres a lot less variation, and after only a short period of study you would never lose a checkers game to anyone ever again, and you would be miserable.

And checkers, unlike chess, is meant to be fun

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I have a pun but it only works if you understand english and have prior knowledge of a certain scandinavian tradition.

See in my stories, there is a historical figure. A monk named Father Alan Alanlai, or just Father Alanlai.

Some called them Hop-father, for they were known to have fantastic beer brewing skills.

Hop-father Alanlai was a fervent anti-war protestor. In their free time, they would write songs for the children of the monastery.

And when Father Alanlai got drunk, they would incorporate a bit of violence into their lyrics.

"Hell and Gore, sung Hopfather Alan Alanlai."

It should be important to note that I do not speak swedish very well, so if you hate this, please complain in swedish so I can learn to speak it better. Bless.

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A fun fact about Father Alanlai, they are the reason that the Church of the Divine Triad banned He/She pronouns.

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I did the thing today

I passed someone in the grocery store and they said sorry as they squeezed by. I tried to say "Sorry" and "It's okay" at the same time.

Ended up saying "SORK" at them.

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Found my original Yeshan art. More importantly, found the original artist I commissioned it from.

Betina da Lua

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