The Strange Realm of Slyster K

Zrishra: SASHA!!! NOOO!!!!

Zrishra bolted upwards, waking from her slumber in a cold sweat.

Yatra: Good morning :D!

Zrishra, still gasping for air, gives yatra a death glare

Yatra: What the hell did I do? I was just making us some food, leave me alone.

Zrishra: I mean, you could atleast pretend to care....

Yatra hands Zrishra a bowl of what can only be generously described as "slop"

Yatra: I mean you had a bad dream, it's fine isn't it?

Zrishra: I uh, I don't know. My dreams recently have felt more real than real life, like they skip my body and go right for my soul.

Yatra: Yea whatever that means, just eat your food.

Yatra: So, what was your dream about? You screamed out Sasha... That's the dravian, isn't it?

Zrishra: Yea... I had a dream about- about Sasha. I keep having dreams where something happens to her. It's always so, viscerally upsetting. Like I just want to scream and cry and break things. I want her to be okay and... She never is...

Yatra: You really care about her huh...?

Zrishra: I guess... I mean she was with me for the last week and a half. Always there, always checking on me.

She looks up to the sky, something she was so used to when interacting with Sasha.

Zrishra: It was weird, having an almost godlike being check on me. Making sure I was okay. I was so insignificant, compared to her. And yet she...

Zrishra looks back down, empty bowl in hand, she places it to her side.

Zrishra: It was weird, it was scary. Her entire existence is terrifyingly overwhelming. But day by day, that overwhelmingness...

Zrishra pauses for a second, thinking back to Sasha, thinking back to what happened.

Zrishra: Well I can't say it ever left, but it didn't bother me nearly as much.

Yatra: Yea. I'll be honest, even after all you said. I'm really scared to ever see a dravian. Even if they're the nicest things in all of Iskhal, there's just something like, terrifying about something so large, that it can crush you by accident.

Yatra: there's a stable near the edge of town, we should probably rent a ride there.

Zrishra: Do you got money for that?

Yatra: Hopefully... Plus we don't have to pay till we get back anyway.

Zrishra: I have, no idea how long that'll take though...

Yatra: We'll figure it out when we get there.

Zrishra: Yatra...

Yatra: I mean we don't really have time for preparing anyways. I wish we did...

Zrishra: I guess you're right...

Zrishra: Yatra I'm...

Zrishra gulps, struggling to think, scared and overwhelmed as she goes over everything that's been happening these past few days, or even this past week.

Zrishra: I'm really sorry for roping you into this.

Yatra: Huh? Girl...

Yatra gives Zrishra a firm pat on the back, enough to almost knock her over despite how much taller she was than Yatra

Yatra: I literally don't care. You've been through a lot, I want to help.

Zrishra: Th-thank you...

Zrishra: THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU

Yatra: YO WATCH IT YOUR GONNA BREAK MY SPINE

Zrishra: S-sorry I uh. I got really happy...

Zrishra lets yatra down, grabbing her wrist

Zrishra: I've been through a lot... My minds been kind of, all over the place...

Yatra: Yea.. I totally get that. Well I'm always here if you need someone! Anyways lets get some marafni

Zrishra: Have you ever ridden a rafni before?

Yatra: Uhmm...

she struggles to hold onto the rafni, feeling like she's going to fall off at any moment

Yatra: When I was a kid... I uh... Gods...

Zrishra: REALLY? I've ridden them all the time! I love rafni, I used to take care of them on the farm, did you know they live longer than faette do? can be 100's of years!!

Yatra: I-interesting...

Zrishra: The ones I took care of as a kid are still around. I visit the farm me and my sis grew up on once a year. Take the old girl out for a ride. She always got so excited when I came back... couldnt stop howling and licking me last time...

Yatra: I'm just... trying not to die....

Zrishra: Oh it's easy, the rafni is trying not to die too! So they won't do something stupid, even if you tell them too. so just relax! Don't stress em out too much or they're prone to running...

Yatra: th-thanks... I'm trying.....

Thank you so so much in advance

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But I promise you there's a fleet of good honest men who will see that and be sad they're not allowed in your version of queer spaces.

However it's important to recognise that there's clearly something in this message of tolerance that they don't want to get out, and foolishly by repeatedly reblogging versions of my post, they're actually raising the profile of the original message.

I'm quite weary of getting death threats, let's show them our compassion and unity will always overcome their isolation and hatred.

Reblog this post or any version of it that doesn't have the hateful messages attatched, spread the message further. If they didn't want to be a part of getting this message to see a wider audience then they shouldn't have started fucking with me.

Hi all, I don’t typically like making posts like this, but I am desperately in need of help right now.

I live in Nebraska, but came back to Texas to visit my sick grandmother, and my car has a pretty costly repair now that I’m here.  It will cost me $850 out of pocket, but I cannot work until I get back home, and I can’t do that without a working vehicle.  Currently, I’m on track to miss out on at least a week of pay.  I cannot afford this repair and my rent for this month.  I am desperate.

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A short half-canon story about Lyrr and his cafe, set as I had it thought out for my first D&D campaign. I'm not sure if I still vibe with the name these days or the inside aesthetic. It was still real fun to run in that game.

A weary adventurer walks down a flagstone street and stumbles through the door of a tavern. A tired office worker pushes through the door of a restaurant for a late meal. A spent smuggler weaves through the crowd and slips through the door of one of the space station’s cafeterias. The sign above each reads “The Good Knight’s Rest.”

“I won’t pardon them. For now, they feel like triumphing, they feel the reputation.” ”I’ll be their assassin, for I won’t tolerate the poison they left in my wine, but more, will make them swallow the brutality they made for me.”

-Astryah, Cafy.

“Roses, Mirrors & Iron” is a story I’ve started to write this same week, currently thinking about the story and character development.

I still have no idea where else to post it or ’publish“ it… In any case, I’m posting it here.

She's hungry. It's been days since she's talked to another micro. And the Silence of the forest is utterly maddening.

Then she sees something. A break in the foliage and Twin Trails of rocks lining out path.

Sized for a micro. Signs of settlement.

This brings great relief, but what she finds when she crests the hill is very different from what she thought she'd see.

A orchird. A giant's orchird.

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The department argued in its memo that key government agencies needed to adopt an explicit and uniform definition of gender as determined “on a biological basis that is clear, grounded in science, objective and administrable.” The agency’s proposed definition would define sex as either male or female, unchangeable, and determined by the genitals that a person is born with, according to a draft reviewed by The Times. Any dispute about one’s sex would have to be clarified using genetic testing.

For the last year, the Department of Health and Human Services has privately argued that the term “sex” was never meant to include gender identity or even homosexuality, and that the lack of clarity allowed the Obama administration to wrongfully extend civil rights protections to people who should not have them.

The administration is trying to argue that 1.4 million people should not have civil rights protections. This will only result in even more violence and even more brutality to trans people. 

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MUSLIMS ARE GETTING PUT IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS IN CHINA

MUSLIMS ARE GETTING PUT IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS IN CHINA

There is an estimated one million people in these so called “re-education camps”. Uyghur people are being forced to assimilate into Chinese culture through marriage. Uyghur children are forced to learn Mandarin and Uyghurqi, the language, is prohibited to be taught in schools. There is a lot of Uyghur unemployment due to ethnic discrimination. Uyghur people are routinely, unjustly imprisoned, and many die. An elderly Uyghur poet was imprisoned. An Uyghur couple my family knows was beaten, and the wife suffered a miscarriage. These are just a few examples of discrimination.

Rebiya Kadeer is fighting for our voices to be heard. She is one of many who was unjustly imprisoned, due to her political activism. She was put on death row and was told to keep quiet or her family would be killed. More than 30 of her relatives have been unjustly detained in the concentration camps. Read her book (Dragon Fighter).

My culture is forcefully being erased. My people are dying. Who is listening? Who can help us?

This is ethnic cleansing.

This is the coming of the second Holocaust. I know that that word cannot be used lightly, which is why I am using it. I hope you all understand the severity of the situation.

Please spread the word. Be aware of this. Tell your friends, your family, anyone who will listen.

Uyghurs can’t reach out for help, but you can on their behalf.

MUSLIMS ARE GETTING PUT IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS IN CHINA

MUSLIMS ARE GETTING PUT IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS IN CHINA

There is an estimated one million people in these so called “re-education camps”. Uyghur people are being forced to assimilate into Chinese culture through marriage. Uyghur children are forced to learn Mandarin and Uyghurqi, the language, is prohibited to be taught in schools. There is a lot of Uyghur unemployment due to ethnic discrimination. Uyghur people are routinely, unjustly imprisoned, and many die. An elderly Uyghur poet was imprisoned. An Uyghur couple my family knows was beaten, and the wife suffered a miscarriage. These are just a few examples of discrimination.

Rebiya Kadeer is fighting for our voices to be heard. She is one of many who was unjustly imprisoned, due to her political activism. She was put on death row and was told to keep quiet or her family would be killed. More than 30 of her relatives have been unjustly detained in the concentration camps. Read her book (Dragon Fighter).

My culture is forcefully being erased. My people are dying. Who is listening? Who can help us?

This is ethnic cleansing.

This is the coming of the second Holocaust. I know that that word cannot be used lightly, which is why I am using it. I hope you all understand the severity of the situation.

Please spread the word. Be aware of this. Tell your friends, your family, anyone who will listen.

Uyghurs can’t reach out for help, but you can on their behalf.