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hello all of you 💚 i miss you so much, so here are some life updates!

- i moved in with my gf 💚 i am gonna marry her 💚

- after applying to 277 jobs, i have started a new one!

- i am taking digital art commissions and getting a modest amt of hits!

so that is why i have been awol! now that i have a job, i will have less stress and be able to be around more. thank you for sticking around!!

#( ooc // mobile. ) #( whispers hello here also )

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i’m listening to a podcast about the case files of a particular exorcist, and he says one of the questions he asks demons is “who is your enemy in heaven?” and a lot of the times they will name very specific saints.

if that’s not the funniest shit you’ve ever heard, i don’t know what to tell you.

#`` DEMONS HAVE SPECIFIC BEEF I GUESS LMFAO. #`` that being said: who has beef with nahia. i wanna KNOW. #`` the idea that a demon is like 'THOMAS BECKETT IS MY WORST ENEMY I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM--' #`` and toms just out here like 'who? oh god not this guy. ZAP.' #( OOC: COVEN MOTHER. )

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kisses all of you gently on the forehead.

#( hi i miss being here but my life is…..insane rn ) #( but i love you all mwah )

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what do you wish you could say?

everyone else is more important than me. you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.

tagged by: @glacierfront​ tagging: you!

#`` can we get an F in the chat ............................. #`` my girl :( #`` one of those answers really did come for her -- the 'testing' thing. WHOOF. #( STUDY: THE PILGRIM. )

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In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

#( MEMES. ) #`` yeah here too

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@glacierfront​ sent: [ text ] value living, maybe

[ text: Julie Sandgren ] - What do you mean? I do value living? [ text: Julie Sandgren (DRAFT - UNSENT) ] - Did Odysseus say something to you? 

#GLACIERFRONT #( MUSE: THE PILGRIM. ) #( THE PILGRIM: MODERN VERSE. ) #( FEATURING: WHINEDARKSEA. ) #`` nahia fuckin white knuckling her phone!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ PRYCE AND CARTER'S DEEP SPACE SURVIVAL PROCEDURE & PROTOCOL MANUAL / PAGE 521- 600 as texts this time bc why not. tenses and wording have been altered slightly for ease of sending! always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

[ text ] how can you be judicious with your stubbornness? isn’t that like, by definition not something you can really regulate?

[ text ] you need to take a long, hard look at yourself.

[ text ] reputation is everything on earth.

[ text ] value living.

[ text ] psychological experiments never go up the chain of command. they only go down.

[ text ] everything will go fine 83% of the time.

[ text ] plan B is not automatically plan A but with twice as much gunpowder.

[ text ] faith and reason are incompatible.

[ text ] stress is not a disease that you can cure. believe me, i’ve tried.

[ text ] ‘ive got my fingers crossed’ is not considered an acceptable contribution to emergency maneuvers.

[ text ] The Chain of Command is absolute, as are the Chain of Respect and the Chain of Subtle, Muted Awe.

[ text ] the constellations can either be used for navigation, or can be interpreted as underwhelming Pointillism.

[ text ] never underestimate the power of electromagnetism.

[ text ] is it better to be loved or to be feared?

[ text ] if you’re making it look effortless, you’re not putting in enough effort. get cracking.

[ text ] anger and frustration can be powerful motivators, but ultimately they are unfocused ones. cold, steely resentment offers many of the same benefits without any of the mercurial drawbacks.

[ text ] measure twice, amputate once.

[ text ] a second opinion never hurts.

[ text ] newton’s laws don’t make jack a dull boy - but floating indefinitely into the abyss of space will.

[ text ] if it looks like you’re screwed, just remember: that can be your plan.

[ text ] hoarding is considered ungentlemanly.

[ text ] natural disasters are natural. unnatural disasters are interesting.

[ text ] there is a difference between being very clever and very bored.

[ text ] the will to survive often comes down to simply refusing to give up.

[ text ] RESIST TEMPTATION.

[ text ] shakespearean considerations should be saved for another time.

[ text ] fear not the fire within.

[ text ] spacesuits are a privilege. privileges can be taken away.

[ text ] you’d be surprised what you can live through.

[ text ] bubblewrap is not an appropriate sealant.

[ text ] if the thought of something makes you smile for more than twenty seconds, assume it has been banned.

[ text ] smoke bombs are always less effective than you want them to be.

[ text ] when in doubt, whip it out - 'it’ being hydrochloric acid.

[ text ] keep no secrets. you may be told lies.

[ text ] heavenly bodies are for scientific study, not hippie fortune telling.

[ text ] brevity is also one of the cornerstones of yielding, unquestioning obedience.

[ text ] no, seriously: always read the manual.

[ text ] knowing when yo close your eyes and power through it is an invaluable skill.

[ text ] they say there is no rest for the wicked. if it helps with your productivity, i highly recommend you think of yourself as wicked.

[ text ] you will be surprised how far your brain can push itself if it genuinely thinks it has no other choice.

[ text ] mercy is such a 20th century value.

[ text ] it is, however, best to beg for mercy.

[ text ] PULL YOUR WEIGHT.

[ text ] yes, you could have tried harder.

[ text ] the opposite of love isn’t hate or fear, it’s indifference. if you didn’t hate or fear what you’re doing, there wouldn’t really be anything there, you know?

[ text ] have some confidence, for god’s sake.

[ text ] all personnel are thoroughly vetted for the possibility of evil identical siblings.

[ text ] don’t try to be a hero.

#( MEMES. ) #( !!!!! ) #( nahia will either text you immediately or like. days later. no in between sorry. )

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WHINEDARKSEA:

     He smiles back. There you are.

     “Then let’s have this conversation in Spanish, shall we? And I’ll ask you again. ¿Qué quieres de este, Nahia?”

     When he was on Kalypso’s island, she told him once that he didn’t, against all his words of protest, want to go home. He wanted — she said — to pretend it would be the same as the Ithaka he remembered, with a place for him and no ax or blade waiting for blood, and as long as he stayed with her, it could be. As long as he never went home, he could want to go back.

     What do you want out of this? A bow? A purpose? A mother? Worth? Nahia may not even know.

     People lie to themselves. They lie to each other. But she cannot keep lying to him.

       WHEN HE SMILES, she looks away. it’s hard enough for her to look people in the eye in a normal conversation, let alone doing it with someone who is actively trying to pick her apart like a cadaver on a table. that’s what it feels like, anyway. tears are warming the back of her eyes because it feels like odysseus is digging up things living and dying in her that she herself has never seen.

        she shrugs, now hunching her shoulders so that their line is smaller. what kind of a question is that? isn’t it obvious? doesn’t he know the answer? her sleeves are already pulled over her hands, but she pulls them further, her fists stretching the cheap fabric. even if he doesn’t know, he doesn’t actually want an answer. he doesn’t care about an answer.

        oh god. what is this world you’ve made where we are all so afraid? don’t you remember how it felt?

        her jaw clenches, and she has to swallow the tightness in her throat before she looks at him with those ever-level brown eyes, red-rimmed and sad. ‘ ¿quieres saberlo? ¿de veras? ’ the cuffs of her shirt will never regain their elasticity. ‘ o solo quieres resolverme como un puzzle? ’

#( MUSE: THE PILGRIM. ) #( THE PILGRIM: MODERN VERSE. ) #WHINEDARKSEA #`` translations are: do you really want to know? or do you just want to solve me like a puzzle? #`` nahia gritting her fucking teeth not giving into his shit #`` the most stubborn teenager.

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improvise.

i don’t make the rules, mediaeval baebes just releases a version of personet hodie with a “we will rock you” beat and i’m yanked back into nahia land.

#( IMAGES: THE PILGRIM. ) #`` peeks in here. Hello.

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waking up late, i feel demotivated everything's wrong, guess my thoughts escalated when i'm alone, things are under control when i'm alone, i can turn off the world

#`` ouch! ouch ouch. #( MUSIC: THE PILGRIM. )

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hello, i am jumping into the world of commissions! feel free to dm me or send me an ask if interested <3 more examples of stuff under the cut!

Keep reading

#( hello!! i’m being obnoxious and reblogging here too 💖 ) #( let me draw all your wonderful OCs !! )

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i don’t write enara nearly as much as i want to, but i am thinking about her dragon age verse in which, as a bard whose coping mechanism and entire identity is wrapped up around playing instruments to tell humanity’s stories, has to lose a fucking arm.

#`` wanna beat up my characters at all times <3 #( OOC: COVEN MOTHER. )

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 WHINEDARKSEA:

     Odysseus sits back again, leaning on one elbow in a posture of contemplation. His eyebrows lift.   “Sometimes a talking bird is actually talking to you,”   he says, not terribly concerned with sounding normal.   “Sometimes a dream is an omen. Or a message. Or a memory.”   And they both know all about memory, don’t they.

     He would love to be surprised to hear that she fights battles in her sleep. That being the case, he’s not at all surprised that she doesn’t wake up rested.

     “Are these dreams becoming more… particularly…”   He pauses to find the right word, something that usually comes to him instinctively.   “…vivid?”

        NAHIA’S BROW FURROWS a little and she shifts in her seat. sometimes (often) odysseus and his questions make her feel like she’s being interrogated like some little kid caught in a lie. it makes her head spin, and she would be lying if it didn’t make her feel stupid, too. she knows he’s not doing it with any malicious intent, but knowing is not enough to smooth down nerves beginning to fray under so much scrutiny.

            ‘ um. i guess. maybe. that, or i’m just remembering them more often. ’ she pushes some hair behind her ears. ‘ why? am i-- are you worried about something? ’

#( MUSE: THE PILGRIM. ) #( THE PILGRIM: MODERN VERSE. ) #WHINEDARKSEA #`` odysseus; looking for an excuse to beat up morpheus: what are your dreams like. are there birds. who are you fighting. #`` nahia; about to cry: is....is this a test. can i have extra time. can i have a calculator.

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OFPSALMS:

 Nico appreciates the other’s silent assurance, so much so she nearly opened her mouth to speak again. Nearly. How could she explain a dying empire’s politics? How even despite her education, her family would have preferred her a bride to another statesman rather than a hunter for the church? That such a duty had been the only way of escaping their grip? Escaping a centuries old foundation that was crumbling? No, the subject of her family would be a discussion for another day. For now, her teeth clench, and she rolls back her shoulders as though bearing a newfound load. 

But the young saint’s words draw her back from her troubled thoughts. It always surprises her how the younger knows what to say, brown eyes meet Nahia’s features, and her eyebrows briefly crease together in astonishment. A human girl that held such ancient holiness in her facade, she wonders for a moment if her forefathers had witnessed the same thing when they came across Peter and the other apostles. She wonders how much is terrified them.

Though a darker part of her equates penance with misery, she knows Nahia is right. Does she not trust in God’s mercy? His promise of forgiveness? Perhaps His Mother has sent the girl to remind her.     

❝ Yes, I would like that, very much. ❞  

For his part, Aureus let out a soft whicker, tugging at his reins as his ears prick forward. Nico’s gaze shift towards the direction that occupies the animal’s attention. The dusty road the two have set out on has been empty, Nico supposes most other travelers have paused in order to rest or shelter from the approaching noon day heat. The Roman squints her eyes against the bright landscape to see a cloud for dust a few hundred feet away. 

❝ Other sojourners? ❞  Nico asks softly. 

        NAHIA’S SEEN THAT look before, that look of stricken reverence -- she doesn’t like it, but she understands. if she had encountered someone who had communed with a goddess face to face and slayed monsters in her name, she too would be amazed. but even if the bow in her hands was bestowed by the queen of heaven herself, nahia still feels like nahia. and when people whisper the word “saint”, she feels like sinking into the earth. she still doesn’t know what it means exactly, but it feels heavy. like a crown of which she will never be worthy.

        in truth, there’s a part of her that wants to be left alone. more than a part. and she feels guilty for it. the roman carries a strength she never will, and has been patient and kind with her broken latin. she’s a real soldier. a real fighter. and sooner or later, the hunter will realize the girl she’s staring at is simply that: a girl. unrefined, unprepared, unworthy. and the rest of the world will follow suit. 

         even so, there is work to be done.

         nahia turns her head in tandem with aureus, feeling a slight prick along the hairs on her arms. nothing so serious as a great demonic best, but a sensation just vague enough to pull nahia’s brows into furrowing. it’s very possible that her imagination and her lack of sleep is simply getting away from her, but...

           ‘ perhaps, ’ she replies, clearly distracted as she takes deliberate steps forward with fist curling tight around her bow. three shapes are visible in the cloudy horizon, humanoid in nature and with no mounts. she’s most likely right -- other sojourners. but the slight prick on her skin is difficult to mask. ‘ we should speak with them. to eh...to be sure they are alright. ’

#OFPSALMS #( MUSE: THE PILGRIM. ) #( THE PILGRIM: PILGRIMAGE. ) #`` HEHEHEHE !!! #`` also i figured these guys can either be like. low level demons possessing some poor bastards #`` or HIGH level demons capable of masking their Rancid Vibes somewhat.

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HARVESTSHOPE:

“It is whatever I require it to be. But there are rules.”   he should not like to close borders between dominions used to dreamers coming and going at will. moreover, it will impoverish them to do so. it is not given to him to be a tyrant. despite mervyn’s complaints to the contrary.

“Come.”   the word is more a courtesy warning than an order; they leave the palace instantaneously, the sands of the shores of dream shift and blow under their feet. a half-finished nightmare kneels in the lapping tides, mirror-faced and slick as ice. jessamy is here, too, using a scraggly piece of driftwood for a perch. he invites her to fly to his hand. still addressing nahia:   “Shall I make help for you?”

          ‘ no, no, i... ’

         THE REPLY IS automatic when someone offers help, and it’s paired with a mild shot of fear through her person that is easily quelled. people offer help all the time, out of courtesy, but nahia figures most of them are a little relieved to not have to put in extra time or effort on her behalf. it’s what makes her easy to handle and good at her job.

            this habitual train of thought, however, is slightly derailed as nahia looks at jessamy, a soft smile creeping on her lips. she loves jessamy. she’d like to pet her some day, but if one cannot tell from how absolutely young nahia looks at the moment, she’s too shy.

            ‘ ...thank you, i don’t need help. ’ her gaze returns to morpheus, more than a little distracted. ‘ forgive me, i should have only said something when i had more substantial evidence than simply a...feeling, but i would have felt much worse if i did not tell you. i will make twice the patrols i usually make, sir, and keep you informed of any details i find regarding this. ’

#HARVESTSHOPE #( MUSE: THE PILGRIM. ) #( THE PILGRIM: SAINTHOOD. ) #`` every time nahia's insane age ambiguity skews Young Kid i :'l !!!!!!!!!!! #`` she's a lil kid who loves animalssssss #`` pointedly Not paying attention to the nightmare lmfao

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thoughts i am having about nahia: if she were given any context / educations for pronouns, would she like going by they/them sometimes?

alternatively: how would that look in spanish / basque …

#( also: is she autistic. ) #( i don’t know if i can open that door bc then i would have to look at … Me LOL ) #( ooc // mobile. )

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA?

HICKORY

felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark rooms. your essence is hickory: your intensity brews beneath your sensitive and melancholy exterior. you lose yourself in the ideal of how things should be rather than how they are; reality seems to disappoint you. you craft together your identity out of pieces of others' that have inspired you. you are the cobbler. you are the shaper. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, ashen, umber, and noir, who share your aspirations of a better future. you are also drawn to the vibrant amethyst and bronze, who will help you grow and learn to appreciate your own happiness. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of indigo and garnet who are stubborn about their own perspectives.

tagged by: no one. tagging: already tagged a bunch of people on my other blog but people should definitely steal this and tag me!!

#( AESTHETICS: THE PILGRIM. ) #`` YOU BITCHES BETTER DO THIS BC I AM DESPERATE TO SEE IF ANY OTHER COLORS SHOW UP #`` IN THE LIKE / DISLIKE THING. #`` HOLDS GUN TO YOUR MF HEAD.