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forreasonswretchedandivine · 4 years

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Tagged by: @kimchi-fried-ice (feel free to say hi whenever! I LOVE your blog, and you seem very nice I’d love to be friends!:))

Nickname: it’s practically my actual name, but it’s tidge. When I was little my basketball coach would always say my name as tish lol. Then my family started calling me that because they thought it was hilarious, and my mom said it in front of my theatre friends and they started doing it too. It’s honestly grown on me, and I let just about everyone call me tidge BC it usually leads to me telling them where it came from. Also I think it’s cute:):)

Height: 5’5?? 5’6? People always say I should know this but I just never do🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.(side note: if you’re taller than me and also a girl who likes girls HMU😚)

Hogwarts house: I’m like the only one of every person I know who’s consumed 4 Harry Potter things( read first book, watched first 3 movies) but I took a quiz and got slytherin? Sounds about right from what I know lol. I’m nice, but I’ve got major RBF and I’m ALWAYS down for a little drama

Last thing I googled: “where to catch dreepy in Pokémon sword” that elusive motherfucker has a 2% chance of spawning in the wild area and I almost exploded after 2 hours of running in and out of like 3 different tall grass areas. Didn’t find one BUT I found it’s evolved form, which was fine because looking any longer may have killed me

Song stuck in my head: From Eden by Hozier and high five by Sigrid. They are both bangers in their own respect, and the are playing ln my head at the same time right now. It’s kinda nice!

Following:253! Though a few of those are inactive now, I’ve had this account since middle school

Followers: 27 total but 10 are inactive, and I’m pretty sure one is just a spam account that was VERY convincing

Amount of sleep I get: I try for 7-8 and get it most of the time, but some nights I get hit with that good self hate™️™️ and stay up later because why not? Or I’ll be up till 3 in fugue state trying to finish homework/ projects that I procrastinated on lol. I take lots of naps too BC they are soooo great

Lucky number:13! I have no basis behind this, other than because I want it to be, and because people say it’s bad luck. So far it’s been pretty great to me!!

Dream job: 😬😬😬 welll over the past 2 years, especially since I transferred colleges and had a bit of an unexpected major chance( technical theatre> studio art) My career path has been pretty unclear and I’m still not really sure what I wanna do. I’d love to get back into something theatre related because I’m pretty good at it, but lately the art I’ve been doing makes me very happy and gives me a personal sense of accomplishment that theatre never gave me. I’m hoping to find some sort of intersection between the two, so I can be able to make something for either a play or musical, then when I’m done just go chill somewhere for a little while and take a nap. Or like make some cool painting or drawing, make some money from it, then take a few weeks off of doing sutff, repeat. So I guess the short answer is: make art that I enjoy, get paid, not work every day:)

Wearing: what am I wearing?My, my, how sexual!! Just kidding;);). Black boots, high waisted skinny jeans, an button up shirt with a stranger things demegoron pattern, tan cardigan, and a little trans pride pendant I made to remind myself I am valid, and to signal other trans people!

Favorite song: (TAZ balance spoilers) idk if this counts but any version of lucetia’s theme from taz, written by one GRIFFIN TEAR MY HEART OUT ANDREW MCELROY. It’s just so beautiful, and it always makes me feel such strong emotions because every time it plays on the podcast there’s like a major plot development or moment of growth for lucetia, and I JUST. I literally ascend when it plays during the finale when she’s about to stop the hunger, just ugh so good

Instruments: I played the baritone for like a year in middle school. To summarize how that went: I was not very good:/:/

Random fact: I’m always telling myself that this probably isn’t something I should be so casual and open about, but then I tell people anyways. When I was 3-4, my sister was getting on my nerves and we were both on the kitchen counter for some reason. So to get her to stop, I took a knife and cut almost completely through her finger. Needless to say that got me in a bit of trouble with my dad, and to this day most of my family gets on edge when they see me with a knife. Which I find funny because In my teen years and now, I’ve gotten really into buying knifes and swords like some sort of blade gremlin. All of that probably made me sound very unstable, but I promise I’m not, just like sharp things. Im like 30% unhinged at all times AT MOST.

Aesthetics:????? I’m really into symmetry and matching colors of that counts as an aesthetic. My room is probably the best example, because everything in it is organized in a weird messy kinda way. I know where it is but it’s not where you’d think(ex: The sword I have hung next to my window) again I am very much a gremlin girl, and while I keep a lot of weird stuff, Im also very organized and creative so I end up using some broken things to make something new(ex: the bow and arrow I made out of a walking stick, some rubber bands and a 5 mechanical pencils). This description is probably also a good example of my aesthetic, which is to say messy, and slightly incoherent, but prepared and practical. In terms of clothing, it’s a sliding scale between “ For all intents and purposes I was not planning on leaving my room or being perceived physically by others today, but a friend wanted to hang out, and I love my friends so here I am looking like this” And “ I am an ethereal being of pure beauty and elegance, but watered down a bit so I’m still very well dressed, but minus the elegance, and plus a lil slut and probably some black boots”. It should also be stated that my gayness is part of both of these in varying degrees of intensity

I tag: @rosebudyke @negative-ghostriderr @sunshine-nb @severedned @seraphlesbian (y’all don’t have to if you don’t want to tho,but if you want message me! You all also seem very nice☺️)

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letterstosestrilles · 5 years

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Dear Tyko,

Today felt almost like a normal day and not like a normal day at all—working on tech in the morning, shopping in the afternoon, and it all sounds like I'm back on Sestrilles, and then I remember that I'm here on Kirim and everything gets a lot more complicated. Well, the tech does anyway. The shopping felt like shopping always does, lots of fun until from one second to the next it becomes exhausting.

The tech was starting to get files off my earring at Khama's house. She brought out a box of neatly stored machines, and a computer that she assured me they should hook up to, and I went hunting for one that looked like it had a port the same shape and size as my earring, while asking Khama a few questions and getting distracted by the tech (a lot of it seems to be iterations of the earring project, but there are a few other machines in there that could be hard drives themselves, or something else entirely). My distraction put me behind, and it was Maliah who sorted through everything and found the right machine.

Getting it hooked up and working with the software on the machine so we could see the file directory took some time, and then I was left with a file list a lot longer than the few files Drixam Vimning could extract. I scrolled through, trying to figure out Hanai'fe's file naming system, and found an image file of one of the pictures Vimning did find for me, the one of me as a baby that had some corruption at the top and bottom. To my relief, it was clear, with a better resolution to boot, and my worries that all these years of constant wear had maybe corrupted the files beyond complete recovery were assuaged.

The machine, being old and not the final prototype (which presumably came on the Procyon with Hanai), was whirring alarmingly, so I made haste to find a way to get the files safely stored on Khama's computer. She pulled out some work notebooks of Hanai's, which I really want to go through more fully sometime, and after a little while we found some command prompts that would let us do it without moving all the files manually, and set it to work. That was going to take some time, so we sat back to talk a little.

I asked about how Hanai got the tear in the first place, wondering if it was a gift or a purchase, and Khama told me that they were working with a team on data storage, including some elementals, and she doesn't know many details, but an old co-worker of Hanai's has been in touch with Khama asking about me, so I have the contact information for a Yavhiz'reen ni Ganib desh-Nuraah who may have more of those answers for me. That aside, I asked Khama about herself, since talking about the dead all the time is exhausting and she is my aunt, after all. She's a legal clerk, it seems, putting cases together but not arguing them in court. Her and Hanai's parents lived elsewhere when they were alive and are gone now, and there were no more siblings, and Khama has no children, so she's that side of the family for me, the same way Tidge is his—and I suppose Am'elyn is hers, though I haven't actually asked her specifically to confirm that (I know Kadan was an only child, but maybe Am'elyn herself has siblings yet living or something). Maybe all of them needed family just as much as I have, and in some ways, I'm luckier—I had you, and Alion and Tiriel, after all.

Maliah also bragged about me and my gloves, so I showed them off, and it took Khama a minute to understand (probably because I was tripping over myself) and then she was delighted to hear more (and, I think, a little sad that Hanai couldn't be there to see what their daughter has made, but we didn't talk about that). I gave her a little performance of a few verses of Perrick's ballad, and while she said she doesn't know much about music, she'd see what she can recommend to me around town, which I'm excited about. I haven't run across any street musicians yet, but I'll find somewhere there's music soon, and play some.

And find some more excitement for Maliah and Cloudleaper too, they're both very politely bored out of their minds.

At least Maliah (and Squirt along with her) got some more excitement in the afternoon. We both wanted to find gifts for people, and after saying goodbye to Khama and having some lunch, we went off in search of some shops.

We stopped at four in the end, before we got tired. The first was really lovely trinkets (there were beautiful windchimes in the window, which brought me in in the first place, but I don't really have a home to hang them in, so they remained there to tempt someone else), where Maliah found a pretty puzzle box and I found a crystal box that unfolds into a mirror that I think Tiriel will love and a flute that plays different birdsongs for Loren. Then, inspired by that, we went looking for a toy store for Jesson and Kikun, and found one. Somehow, I'm continually shocked by the size of gnomish children and the things made for them, maybe because on Sestrilles child-sized things were my size, in general.

We did find a few things for Jesson and Kikun, though—a game with counters for Jesson, and a few gnomish children's movies for Kikun, which I will admit is at least half to aggravate Pika by giving him my dialect rather than hers. There's one movie that seems to involve a princess and a griffin that Kirim seems to share with the Prime Material Plane and a curse, and another about two children lost in the woods making friends with some magic involved that seems to be a Kirimi folktale. We definitely intend to watch both, especially since we have to get them in a file format that LICDs will read.

Our next stop was an antiques store that Maliah picked because there was a framed map in the window, where she bought a stunning array of beautiful maps of Kirim and its skies and I bought a little set of plays from Kirim that I think Alion will like to practice their gnomish with. With that done, we started wandering our way back to the hotel, but Maliah made one last stop to buy some jewelry for her mothers, some really lovely nature-inspired pieces. At least one of the maps (maybe more) is for them too, so they'll have a very nice gift whenever we manage to see them.

(I'd like to meet them at some point if only so I know them to Send to, for future instances like this when Maliah is taken out of contact from them.)

Maliah was ready to be back at the hotel, and Squirt was bored of standing without wagging his tail in shops trying not to knock anything over, so once I was sure they knew their way back, I went in search of my last errand of the day: a stop at a temple of the Lady of Stars.

I'm not sure why I felt compelled to. I don't really have a god, other than maybe Aluarashi, who I've only left offerings for since it's only polite with deities you've met, I feel. But so many people—Matrai of Thricusi's Horn, Mayor Miroya, Am'elyn—have said the Lady of Stars must have been watching over me. If it's true, I don't think it's wise to leave a god unacknowledged, and if it isn't, well, I'm sure no deity would object to credit for something they didn't have a hand in.

The temple I found was in a quiet part of town, and it's a place I wouldn't mind exploring or learning a little more about, if I pluck up the courage. Am'elyn seems to be devout, at least to some extent, so maybe I'll ask her someday. There was a little green space with a path, and a stone door worn in a way that shows it's been touched a lot over the years, and inside, the device from the Procyon's wall inlaid in the floor, and a statue of the goddess herself up a little set of stairs, with bowls of fire in her hands to represent starlight.

People had left offerings—flowers, stones, candles—and since I'd come on impulse, I didn't have anything, but I knelt anyway, and prayed as well as I know how, which isn't very. But I thanked her, if she had a hand in me surviving, and said what I felt I needed to say (no, I didn't insult her, or at least I really hope I didn't, though she doesn't seem like a very testy goddess), and I think she heard me, anyway. I felt heard, at least, and isn't that the point of praying?

And then, feeling as disconcerted as I always do when I have anything to do with gods, I came back here to the hotel, where we're planning on watching one of those movies we got for Kikun, and where I got to ask Gaizka a little bit about how things are going on their end. The introductory work seems to be wrapping up, and now they're into the point of Kirim, city by city, needing to make a few decisions about how much it wants to reintegrate with the Prime Material Plane. I've offered my help again in whatever ways they might need, and we'll see where it leads.

Still no idea how long we're going to be here. I could stay for months and still not know everyone as well as I want to, but I think that process is going to have to happen a few weeks at a time over a longer period, once there's transportation between the places that doesn't require an archmage. (I wonder how far they are from the portal that took them from the Prime Material Plane and if it's a stable one. Maybe in the long term there can be a shuttle to a small station right through the gate with a Transportation Circle set up in it? Gaizka will know better than I do what's possible, and I should ask.) Maliah and Cloudleaper can't sit here twiddling their thumbs forever, and while I want to get to know my family, I also want to keep adventuring. Though another week or three on this initial visit certainly wouldn't hurt. I'll just have to look for something interesting for all of us to do while we're here.

I'll Send again soon, and hopefully I'll find a good present for you as well. And Pika and Devon! Kirim seems like a good symbolic place to buy presents.

Love,

Elyn

#in character #in character: letter #letter to: tyko #episode 85 #location: kirim #person: maliah #person: khama'air ni udyati sul-saani #feelings #seeing the sights #the search for the procyon: earring #godly business #deity: the lady of stars

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anajaylis · 7 years

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Thursday

I think our second-newest lawyer - the former public-defender-assistant-district-attorney - regrets a little the fact that I’m currently holding down the paralegal’s desk. For one, I’m a tidge more efficient than the previous paralegal (he spent the better part of a day convinced he’d left a trial folder on a bench somewhere, when in reality I’d simply filed it). For another, I have a good memory for my co-workers’ foibles (more on that in a minute). But mostly because I have no shame about laughing hysterically when someone does something comedic.

Case in point. Our newest lawyer is a born-and-bred desert rat - she likes heat. And we’ve got a damn cold office most days. She whimpered, and brought in an electric kettle, and I duly stocked the office with boxes of tea and canisters of cocoa for her (well, and me, and the rest). The second-newest lawyer naturally took advantage, and after quizzing me about whether we had any milk (no) since the cocoa instructions said use milk (water will be fine), he turned on the kettle and went looking for a spoon.

In short order, he (a) discovered the boxes of cutlery in the credenza in the hall didn’t include any spoons (b) found a spoon loose in the drawers (c) dropped the spoon, caught the spoon, fumbled the spoon, grabbed wildly for the spoon, dropped the spoon again -

- then looked down the hall to where I was, as it happens, watching with great amusement and, yes, laughing, and demanded to know why I had to be sitting there.

“Because your last paralegal couldn’t hack the workload and sulked back to her former agency where they wouldn’t ask her to try.”

“That’s not what I meant!” he declared.

“Because you obviously did some stuff in a previous life that necessitated karma being a bitch in this one.”

“Yeah, okay, you may have a point there.”

Forward to this morning, when the Deputy Fearless Lawyer asked where the fancy coffee mugs now sitting next to the boxes of tea and such had come from.

“For the third time,” I declared, ambling toward her door, “although you weren’t here for the last two recitations, so that’s okay,” and I explained that we’d had two spikes of coffee mugs three Fearless Leaders ago, which had ended up in various out-of-sight-out-of-mind storage places. With the newest lawyer needing a coffee mug, and the second-newest having Aesthetic Issues with his, I’d gone and dug them out.

“Aesthetic Issues?” she asks.

“Well,” says I, “while I did get a certain measure of entertainment watching him pour his coffee into his coffee mug, and then pour the coffee from his coffee mug into a styrofoam cup, because his mug was dirty enough that he didn’t want to look at it while drinking out of it, but not dirty enough to actually contaminate his coffee - “

From the next office, the second-newest yells, “Are you still telling that story!?”

To which I countered, “Did you remember to take your mug home to wash it?”

Moving on.

I made the critical error this evening of getting my food and my wine and sitting down without first taking the knitting photo for the day. Almost as soon as I was in the chair, the Lap-Sitting Tortoiseshell climbed into my lap. And you know I’m a damn sucker when it comes to not disturbing cats in laps. So, quick verbal: I’m finished with the back to the underarms, and starting one side of the front, and done with the first set of neckline increases there. Although...

Crap. I should’ve been doing seed stitch on the inside border as well as the outside.

Gonna have to rip it out and re-do it.

Crap.

And I’m going to need at least one more skein, which should be interesting, because while I know it’s Lion Brand Homespun, it didn’t come with a ball band, so I have no clue what colorway it is, or even if the colorway still exists (with my luck, it’s discontinued).

Crap.

Oh, well. I can drag Himself up to the yarn store this weekend and make him help me either identify the colorway, or pick out something complementary. He’s got a good eye for color.

(Yet Another Reason I have this blog. Typing up the “what I knit today” portion of it really helps me identify issues with the projects. Like the fact that I totally freakin’ forgot a major design element six freakin’ inches ago. (Crap.) Also, it keeps me honest with myself (see: and frogs).)

Unrelated: on the alarm clock front: unplugging the veteran for three weeks has cured its time drift. So when we finally get the kid’s room set up for her, she can have the new one (she likes very much that you can make its face light up purple or pink or alternating).

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