Elta's Scrolls

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Introduction

Basic Info

• Name: Eltafez
• Nicknames: Elta, Fez(zy)
• Born: 26 years ago
• Gender: Female
• Orientation: Straight
• Nationality: Belgian
• Spoken languages: Dutch, English
• Hobbies: Drawing, programming, reading, clicking and moderating on PFQ

Pokémon-Related

• Favorite: Poochyena, Mightyena
• Spirit: Spheal
• GBA games owned: Blue, FireRed, LeafGreen, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald
• 3DS games owned: Black 2, X, Alpha Sapphire, Moon, Shuffle

Likes/Favorites

• Dishes: Spaghetti, fish with mashed potatoes, Filipino adobo, menudo
• Dessert: Leche flan, crème brûlée, tiramisu
• Fruit: Mango, strawberries, maize
• Animals: Wolf, hyena
• Anime/Manga: Skip Beat!, Ouran High School Host Club, Kaichou wa Maid-sama!, InuYasha, Hanasakeru Seishōnen
• Music: Rock, Trance, New Age, Chillstep
• Games: Jak and Daxter, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Sly Cooper, Fable, Tomb Raider, Elder Scrolls, Ace Attorney

Dex

Art Freebies

The following images are free-to-use on PFQ only. For use on other sites, please ask my permission and credit http://eltafez.com

Entry #1

Nov. 12, 2014 Exhaustion and frustration. The first two words that pop into my head. I grew up with the notion to always respect your elders. But... what happens when it isn't returned? Would you stop giving that respect and stoop to their level? Try and bear with it with your head held high? Run tail and give in? It would've been simple for me: respect is respect, no matter what. But these past few weeks have been very trying, to the point that I feel like I'm breaking. I'd blame work and stress for my exhaustion, but that's only a partial truth. Trying to pacify your loved ones without losing yourself... I wouldn't exactly call that living, but it's something. Yet my grasp on things is weakening even further. Strings have been attached to my limbs, and the lack of control scares me. The outside world sees my usual self, but only those whom I call friends get the full story. My "chipper" self has become a mask, and that fact makes me sick to my stomach. What is the difference between control and guidance? The distinction eludes me as the line that separates them slowly starts to fade. Oh, it's easy enough to recognize when strangers try to pull on your strings. But what about the people closest to you? Would you cave in and do their bidding so they won't distance themselves from you? Or would you be the one to make that gap?

Galar Pairs

Rookidee: 98% Ponyta [Galarian]: 97% Cufant: 99% Dreepy: 99% Yamper: 98% Nickit: 99% Silicobra: 97% Indeedee: 98% Scorbunny: 97% Farfetch'd [Galarian]: 97% Sizzlipede: 99% Grookey: 98% Snom: 96% Arrokuda: 98% Morpeko: 98% Applin: 98% Gossifleur: 99% Eiscue: 99% Wooloo: 96% Stonjourner: 99% Sobble: 99% Chewtle: 94% Toxtricity: 99% Zigzagoon [Galarian]: 99% Darumaka [Galarian]: 97% Duraludon: 94% Cremorant: 98% Meowth [Galarian]: 95% Mr. Mime [Galarian]: 98% Blipbug: 94% Rolycoly: 97% Skwovet: 96% Pincurchin: 99% Corsola [Galarian]: 99% Numel [Arctic]

Spare Pairs

Rookidee: 97% Cufant: 97% Nickit: 97% Arrokuda: 97% Morpeko: 97% Applin: 95% Wooloo: 96% Stonjourner: 95% Sobble: 95%, 96% Zigzagoon [Galarian]: 98% Darumaka [Galarian]: 94% Meowth [Galarian]: 95% Gossifleur: 95%

Entry #2

Mar. 31, 2015 My parents are off to the Philippines for three weeks while my brothers and I stay at home. We've never been alone for so long before, so it kinda scares and excites me at the same time. It's a good eight hours since they departed with my car, to leave it in Germany for when they return. Before they left, I felt a little annoyed that they'd chosen to take my car. Hell, I don't have my driver's permit yet and I was feeling disgruntled. Now all I can think is "I hope they land safely". My dad works offshore. Six weeks back and forth from home to work. While I never stop missing him when he's away, that feeling's suppressed because I have mom, my brothers and my dog to keep me company. Mom drives me up a tree most of the time, but she has her fabu-moments. It's 1 AM. My brothers and my dog have long gone to bed. The silence is deafening and so I'm playing some music to keep the melancholy away. It doesn't prevent me from reminiscing, or hoping my parents are at least enjoying themselves on their travel. ...And here I was, thinking I could live on my own as soon as I had enough money to move out. Right. I'll keep that thought tucked away for another year or two. Or until my parents come back and the fights start. Ah, 'tis a bittersweet cycle.