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oheck-trainwreck · 1 month

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The last good day...

#this stream lives rent free in my mind #i had to watch the end of it to see what children were awake that day and it made me ill #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp pomme #qsmp dapper #qsmp empanada #qsmp tallulah #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp eggs #(this was me practicing using my little paper house to draw backgrounds)

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ehlnofay · 8 months

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Efri thinks she’s found the library.

“Woah,” she says, letting the door swing shut behind her. (Loudly. The doors here are so heavy.) Her voice echoes off the stone walls. She feels like she’s stepped into some story, like an exaggerated version of what a mage’s college would be.

It’s not that she’s never heard of a library before or anything. She understands them, conceptually. But the most books she’s ever seen at once was the small set of shelves in Rorik’s manor, and even that blew her away the first time – all the pretty bindings and close-written words. This is –

The College library is something else. It’s a lot bigger than a set of shelves.

Winding, narrow hallways bend and squiggle around like a set of earthworms trying to squish together to make a solid shape with no gaps, and every single wall is lined with books. Each shelf is like a rainbow of covers and colours. Half the spines are thick as at least two fingers put together and written over with words she can’t read. Efri has to bring Sissel here. She’d lose her mind.

“Woah,” she says again, and steps further in to look at the books on the shelves. All the bindings in blacks and blues and browns. One has the title written down the spine in gold lettering that shines. She brings up a hand to touch it.

“What are you doing?” someone demands. Efri stops. She looks.

It’s a grumpy-looking orc man in a bright yellow tunic, glaring at her much fiercer than seems necessary for the crime of looking at books in a library. He looks like he might be old – his hair’s white enough that his beard’s the same colour as his sharp sticking-out teeth, and he’s wrinkly. Efri wrinkles her nose and tells him, “I’m looking at the books.”

“Wash your hands first,” he barks, turning his much-too-angry glare on Efri’s hovering arms. “You look like the sort of person to have grubby fingers.”

It’s true, but Efri is offended anyway. She wipes her palms hard against her orange wool skirt. (The skirt is grey at the hem from playing in dirty snow. It does not make her any cleaner.)

“Who’re you?” she asks the rude man. “I haven’t met you yet.”

He does not stop scowling. Maybe he’s perpetually angry. Maybe he just has an unfortunate face. But he says, “I’m the Arcaeneum archivist. Urag gro-Shub.”

The Arcaeneum, that’s what the library’s called. Very fancy name. (Sissel will love it. And has Kazari been here yet? They might like it too. She’s pretty sure they can read, though probably not these fiddly little paper books.) “What’s an archivist?”

“I maintain the library.” The archivist Urag gro-Shub might be grumpy and not very nice but at least he didn’t do the thing where he sighed all annoyed at Efri’s question. “I choose when and to whom the books are lent, and I ensure they are not damaged. Hundreds of years have gone into assembling this collection, and it’s going to stay pristine.”

“Is that book hundreds of years old?” Efri asks, pointing to the showy tome with the writing in gold.

Urag barely glances at it, dark eyes flashing in the vague direction of her pointing finger and flashing back again. “No. That’s historical fiction written in 185. That copy was made within these last ten years.”

“You didn’t even look at it,” Efri says.

“Bejewelled Tragedy. Four hundred pages. Horrendously inaccurate. Frankly, it wasn’t worth acquiring in the first place. Feel free to look for yourself.”

Efri will take his word for it.

“This section is for the books that are up for purchase,” he tells her, gesturing. “The worthwhile ones – and the old ones, if those are what you’re looking for – are further in.”

Efri squints down the passages again, their bright lights and cosy winding walls. She can’t tell where this section ends and the next one starts. She feels like if she went any further into the library she’d get lost. She says, “Thanks. I’m Efri, by the way.”

“I know. You’re that kid who showed up.”

“One of,” Efri corrects.

Urag keeps talking, rolling right past like he didn’t hear her. “Don’t know why in the name of all that’s been called holy they let you in. You’d think this would be a step too far, even –” he huffs and snaps his jaw shut, tusks digging into his moustache. He says, “At any rate. You’re here now, and you’re subject to the same rules as everyone else. You treat these books as careful as if they were your own firstborn children, understand? And if there’s something you want to find – or especially take out of the Arcaeneum – you come talk to me.”

Efri nods obediently. What time would it be right now? The lecture Sissel went to was almost two hours, and it’s definitely only been about one. She asks, “Are there any books with pictures?”

She’s not sure if it’s just the shape of his mouth or if he’s sneering. Urag says, “That depends. Are you going to respect the books enough to try to read the words too?”

“That depends,” Efri retorts, nettled. (She gets that he’s protective of the collection, but there’s no need to be rude about it.) “Are your books going to teach me how to read?”

Urag stares.

“You can’t read,” he replies, sounding vaguely offended, as though she, at six years of age, had refused to attend the village school for the express purpose of spiting him four years later.

Efri pulls a book out of the shelf without looking at it, ignoring the way he huffs. There’s nothing embossed on the spine or the cover, but there’s a title scribbled on the first page. “That’s a B,” she says, pointing to the first letter of the first word, and then stops, squinting. Switches her focus to a different word. “That one says off.”

“Of,” Urag corrects over her shoulder.

Efri shrugs. She snaps the book shut and slips it back into its place on the shelf. “I can read a bit,” she says. “I know my letters and that. The books here are just big.”

And given that she’d failed to correctly identify of, even small stories might be a bit beyond her skill level.

Urag is quiet. Efri looks back at him, mostly expecting him to still be looking affronted, as though she’d stolen food out of his mouth and thrown it at a wall – instead he looks oddly, blankly thoughtful.

“We don’t have anything suitable for early readers,” he says, tapping his fingers against his leg. “That might be an oversight.”

Efri really doesn’t think it is. “It’s a big fancy library, right? I think it’s normal to just collect the big fancy books.” All the ones that are hundreds of years old, or about magic or important things, or both.

Urag’s knuckles rap against a buckle on his belt. He says, “No! First misconception. A worthwhile collection archives all the work on its focus possible. The Arcaeneum is a collection of knowledge in every form. Therefore, we have as many books as we can access, on all sorts of topics. Half of them aren’t even good!”

“You sell the bad ones,” Efri says, trying to follow.

“Some of them. If they’re wholly without merit. Mostly I sell duplicates. Or works no-one has ever used. There’s things to be learned from everything – if not now, later. I’ll think on it.”

He looks back at Efri, looking a bit like he might have forgot she was there. “Regardless. Do you need anything, or can I get back to work?”

He’s still all rude and prickly. Efri bristles a bit. “I wasn’t keeping you,” she says, flicking her eyes again over the strange and wandering walls.

Urag sighs again like he’s got any right to be annoyed with her, but then he asks, “Would you like a tour of the Arcaeneum?”

“Do you want to give it?”

“You’ve already distracted me,” he says. Adds less irritably, “And I enjoy a chance to show off the collection. Long as you don’t interrupt me.”

“I’m going to interrupt you,” Efri informs him. She doesn’t like to be told what to do.

She lets him show her the library.

#I need to post more of efri in winterhold... it's sooo much fun #I'm slowly making my way through the story still. figuring out mzulft rn #this piece I wrote a while ago but I like it #urag is going I cannot BELIEVE we don't have any early reader books. this is a grave archival oversight!!#and efri is going ok man.#(he is very earnest about this. he wants the arcaeneum to have Everything in it. the idea that it doesn't is not to be borne)#after this scene ends efri is appropriately impressed by the library contents #and urag makes her a shitty little booklet made of stitched-together scrap paper to help her learn to read #(man cannot interact with children for the life of him but he is very invested in literacy)#oc tag #efri #the elder scrolls #skyrim #tes #tesblr #fay writes #my writing #urag gro shub #college of winterhold #arcaeneum #microfic

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abhorrenttheorizer · 1 year

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So.

I may have accidentally discovered a thing (?)

https://www.space.com/27016-galaxy-supercluster-laniakea-milky-way-home.html

https://medium.com/predict/the-powerful-and-mysterious-great-attractor-710f353e809f

(Images sourced from the two links posted above, in the same order)

Turns out Megabird may actually be supercluster shaped!

#unoriginal content #brainlet hour #plunging straight into fandom hell #sky children of the light #thatgamecompany #sky cotl #megabird #currently filing divorce papers with skyblr but this discovery made me shit my pants #i just had to make a post

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clownsuu · 1 year

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Oh god how many DJs even are there now

I- have an addiction-

#And that doesn’t include aus and robot versions JDHHCHDHD #Forget aus iv forgotten half of em JDHHFHFUDDJ #And I need to make robot ones more the only designs iv made that iv really enjoyed is Dj Sun/Moon and Sigma JDHGFHHDJS #Mostly cause dj sun and moon are inspired by that one womp character from paper Mario that did that lil quiz game #And are still spooky LMAO they aren’t meant to look cute and quirky whatsoever #And sigma cause he’s a gentle giant 2.0 JDHFHHFDHHD #Accidentally commits arson cause nobody put fuckin safety measures on his pyrotechnics #And also has his lil ant marching band of mini music men #Anything that has to do with those lil cracked ipad Cheeto children gives me joy JDHFHHDHDH #edit: I need to limit my keyboard spamming my brain is so fried from doing it it’s basically a default action #edit two: I almost did it again while typing that

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 4 months

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Nothing pisses me off more than when people talk about my friendships with mid-support needs autistics and other people with differently-wired brains as if I am descending to help them because I’ve taken them on as a charity case. That is NOT true. Oh they’re a burden because they’re neurodivergent? WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT: SO AM I! THE REASON I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS WITH SO MUCH SHIT WRONG WITH THEM IS BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT WRONG WITH ME. WE ATTRACT EACH OTHER! WE LIKE EACH OTHER! IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND!

#How about I just start strangling ableists from now on?#Would THAT convince them I’m actually this person’s real friend?#Literally nothing I say to them is able to get through their dense fucking skulls—#as if it’s sooooo hard for them to believe I actually enjoy their company #Also (halfway unrelated): if I hear “It takes a special person to work with special children” one more time I am going to SCREAM #Tell me I’m calm; tell me I’m patient; tell me I’m creative— do NOT tell me I’m “special” for doing a job I LOVE #Can you imagine telling a quantum physics major “It takes a special person to solve special math problems?”#😂💀 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I’m gonna start saying that to people from other professions. To see how they like it.#The children are not a burden to me; the children are very enjoyable to be around #and I enjoy troubleshooting what is preventing them from learning and coming up with workarounds for them #I made a glued roll of paper for a kid who constantly peels their skin because I saw them peeling crayons #It works!#I made math problems into a Skibidi Toilet role playing game for another kid who hides under tables when it’s time to work. It works!#You know why I was able to come up with either of these inventions? Huh? You wanna fucking know?#1.) I peel my lips and mouth and palms of my hands and calluses and cuticles and scabs; and #2.) I have awful executive dysfunction and have to do weird stuff to engage myself #People talk to me like I’m one of the “normal” ones; little do they know I’m getting assessed for ADHD and score 142 on the RAADS-R #and I essentially self-destruct when I get mad so I don’t break valuable items or punch through drywall and oak doors #I give myself bruises that swell a half inch high and form hematomas under the skin #I think I’ve permanently weakened the blood vessels and a vein in my right thigh from beating it so much #because it only takes one well-placed blow on my right; but several blows to my left #And I can see the bruise pooling towards my heart along the path of that vein from day to day after the initial beating #and sometimes it just randomly aches when it’s not injured; so I have to shift my weight when the kids sit in my lap wrong #so with that and something else I did to it not super recently that I should have gone to urgent care for… I probably have nerve damage lol #so it’s gross when people say such things about other NDs to me as if I am above them #Just fuck off already

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korixae · 6 months

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my sister’s trying to finish doctor who before november 25th right and she’s fucking power watching, like she was literally on s10 LAST WEEK and tonight she’s just started s13. she’s been getting up at 6:30 everyday to watch it before school and then stealing the tv from the moment she gets home to the moment she goes to sleep. i haven’t seen her or the sofa in months