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How Many Cakes This Year?
#I forgot to post yesterday#Backdated post#31#Getting older every year#But still just as stupid#Happy birthday
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I am infinitely entertained with the way some sims emphatically express basic needs and contort their faces (which is great, because she’s aspiring to be the next Bette Midler)
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12 // just your type
When the morning’s work was done, a gauzy mist still hovered over the sun-gold pond. Insects had just begun to buzz among the taller green stalks that swayed on the breeze. From the window, it was hard to see the shoots that failed to thrive, new leaves that grew shriveled and small, already beginning to yellow. From here, the fields seemed to promise a bounty that had only to bloom.
The front door creaked on its hinges as the house breathed in the sweet, crisp air. Bits of the still-wet floor reflected the dull flicker of the dying fire while I reset the rugs. Laundry dripped into the tub in a discordant rhythm as I paced the short hallway, around the kitchen table, and back again.
Tucked into a corner of a too-big frame, my grandparents watched over my worry beside the house where they’d lived. I wasn’t expected at the Mullners’ for another two hours, and there was nothing left to do. My feet carried me to the propped open screen—they itched to walk the length of the field again, to double-check, as if it could settle my mind about whatever the future would bring—and back through the hall, past the closet and the heavy wool coat hanging hidden inside. I should have returned it by now.
keep reading
razing doubt
#we're time travelin' bby#backdated post#creative writing#creativewriting#fan fiction#fanfiction#fanfic#stardew valley#stardew#sdv#stardew valley fanfic#stardew fanfic#sdv fanfic#stardew harvey#stardew lewis#stardew farmer#stardew female farmer#peach#mmarydee#read on ao3
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wait you can backdate posts?? (2024-03-20)
HOT DAMN YOU CAN
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Emo Rant
[insert my name here] is apparently a failure because she wasted her entire life because of her stupidity.
........ at the moment.
I AM ANGRY. VERY ANGRY.
having a heart attack right here, right now? ..sorta wished that.
running away? ..considered that..yeah
suicide? that crossed my mind too..
well guess what.
maybe THEY shouldn't expect so MUCH of me.
so FUCKING ANNOYING.
I AM NOT PERFECT, NOR AM I TRYING TO BE.
SO STOP TRYING TO SEE ME AS PERFECT BECAUSE I'M NOT.
I AM HUMAN.
I MAKE MISTAKES, JUST LIKE YOU.
STOP MAKING ME YOUR "SECOND CHANCE" AT SOMEWHERE YOU FAILED AT.
I AM NOT YOUR REPLACEMENT.
..trying to show your disappointment by guilt tripping me in you leaving?
..DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CARE IF YOU LEAVE?
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It's Sakura season~!
#魔道祖師#忘羨#mdzs#wangxian#my art#my art 2021#we sure are phrasing the caption like i posted it on time#man#looking back on this#early 2021 cheebs were a struggle#backdate later
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mer!haitham au
I do have a mer!kaveh as well but he's harder to draw.
---cerealiii
2023/01/22
#genshin#genshinimpact#kavetham#alhaitham#kaveh#mer!haitham#he's based off the silvertip shark#curious fellas like to follow fishing boats apparently#known to eat a man or two#backdated to twitter post
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greatshipters is backdating posts. And their aid post is stolen off Facebook.
(Screenshots show three posts dating March 2, March 22, and March 29th on the left side. On the right side, the same three posts are shown as actually being reblogged on June 3 from the same greatshipters user.)
Post that explains scam.
Edit to add: greatshiptersz is spamming asks calling me a scammer after I made this post showing their backdating posts. If you get an ask from an anon calling me a scammer, please do not take their words as truth. They are lying. And still won’t provide counter to my evidence here or any explanation on why their posts are backdated.
As of July 5th, greatshiptersz has been removed from the site! However unfortunately people still lost money.
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─★°࿔ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 ₀₁ .ᐟ
tw!! mentions of drug & alcohol use (fleeting), somewhat in depth description of a depressive episode, overall mental health tw, & familial issues. word count: 1477
(how's it going with the music art?)
(last i heard you’re going through it)
solstice was a strange concept to astrid; she’d never found herself to be a person capable of finding peace. there were only moments of rest and relaxation, where her mind would halt—the river quelled by a temporary blockade, the dam awaiting any number of mild inconveniences that would undoubtedly tear through both it and the moments of peace she never thought to treasure whilst in her grasp. still, when faced with her art, astrid always felt she could manufacture a semblance of that solstice: a sakura micron gripped in her hand, fresh sketchbook open before her, already marred with stains and idle graphite swirls lining the edges of the pages, ink seeping through the pages as her mind wandered—the pen still stuck fast to the paper, ready to tear her thoughts from her head and place them on display.
there was much she wished to place before her, to clear from her mind and move along with her days unfettered by guilts and nagging doubts chewing away at her from within; yet she couldn’t.
she found herself ensnared within a labyrinth, her ideas stagnant and thoughts wandering aimlessly, veiled by some impenetrable fog. it settled over her mind, bleeding through her bones; her limbs heavy, eyes ringed with red from tears or the comedown—she could rarely ever tell the difference. the fog was cold, unforgiving, and cruel; this wasn’t her first time encountering it, but they’d never gotten along. she’d go from embodying the mentality of a messiah—just a matter of days ago she’d be a concept of sorts, untouchable by the standards laymen had been forced to subject themselves to—and now forced back into her body she was just another ant. worthless. stupid. the stress-coating voices of her friends as they retold her grand adventures to her, worry still present in their eyes only added more adjectives. burden. just utterly insignificant.
she could feel the fog whispering the disparaging adjectives into her ear, the damp icy tendrils holding her in place. she’d been the one to drag herself out of her bed, ‘ you have to get up astrid. please ? at least talk to me. ’ the sentence repeated day in and day out. the voices and faces of the speakers melding into one dark mass. still, she obliged filled with unforeseen strength, determined to do something to lift a fraction of the weight from her chest. how stupid. to think she could outsmart it. it listened and laid in wait- draining from her the breaths she could barely even take. the pen finally falls from her hand, the state of the effectively ruined sketchbook of no concern to the woman. she rises to her feet, joints tight near unyielding but operative, shuffling back to her unmade mattress she falls onto it, the blaring fan fighting against the heavy blanket wrapped now around her head. this weight was comforting; it deterred the fog even if just for a minute or two she could breathe, she could think. with the clarity came a question: ‘ how’d it happen this time ? why can’t i remember ? ’
no, I can’t even remember
been on a year-long bender
destruction had always come easily to her. it was seemingly sourceless yet unyielding; flowing through her veins only facilitated by her unchecked rage often coming to fruition in blowout arguments with her father and messy late nights spent whirlwinding through grime-infested underground clubs fueled only by drinks too sweet to be legitimate cocktails and mysterious packets offered by fleeting acquaintances she'd swiftly forget. yet amidst the chaos, there was a peculiar allure to the destruction she wielded. she drew attention, feeling alive, irreplaceable. but the nights would end and dawn would break, sending her wandering along roads unwilling to return home. she'd have been a liar had she denied knowing she was unusual, a slave to the whims of her ever-shifting emotions; fears lacing the confidence she fought to exude. she’d mentioned it once to her parents; there’d been another bender ending with an argument, fire spat from her father’s mouth, her mother silent, looking on, disappointment coating the lines of face
‘ what is wrong with you ? oh you don’t know ? so you think i’m stupid ?‘ yes. ‘ i’m tired of your shit you know ? enough is enough. no more excuses. fuck up like this again and we’re done with you. ‘
a lesser person would’ve likely folded in the face of such pressure but astrid was her father’s daughter. vitriol met with icy stares as their confrontation escalated, each word dripping with venomous intent. ‘ i hate you ! i wish you were dead. ‘ she knew this had gone too far. for an active duty solider her wish could be made reality in a matter of days, but she didn’t care. he was evil. in her black-and-white world, the murky grey that most people inhabited didn’t exist, and she hoped the same would come to fruition for him. when enraged. break shit. it was the law of the land, she’d been driving a wedge between them since she’d been nine, with that final strike it shattered. she moved through her home as a ghost from then on out, her window becoming her door to the word it wasn’t as though they cared about her anyway. there’s another move. for once, her padlocked journal hears her thoughts on the matter. ‘ heard about a whirlwind that's coming 'round / it's gonna carry off all that isn't bound / when it happens, when it happens / i won't be holding on ‘
japan is different. she’s effectively emancipated, living in a boarding school with less patience for her then her former family. the freedom she’d so desperately craved at the tips of her fingers, begging her to just reach forward and grab ahold of it. something holds her back, and for a while, astrid finds the ever-elusive solstice. she still can’t regulate and gets into far more trouble than one her age should but the war raging within is at a stalemate, art turns into a more present outlet-poetry joining the ranks. she’s sure she’s cured herself, cutting away the tumor her parents had to be. but as with all good things, it ends, and her rage returns; burning from within eating away at all she’d built. hypomania feels like a blessing when it returns for her, bouncing from walls, she’s fine; no one with issues feels this way. no matter what school counselors try to feed her, she knows she’ll be alright. the envelope comes as a surprise: a check. her paperwork. a sealed letter with no return address. she thinks about burning it all, but a small unknown voice pipes up, ‘ maybe it’s time to get my shit together. ’
thought I'd get my shit together
but I blacked out all december
chile was supposed to be different, and in its ways it was, she’d stayed for the art, but the people, the places, found themselves worming their way into her heart. always careful to avoid forming attachments, she’d failed miserably. her attachments had to be all or nothing; with the way her closest friends had become enshrined in her chest and immortalized in her sketchbook, she could only fear it was the former. she’d put on a show for them, ‘eccentric astrid ‘, perhaps even for herself. even her roommate, her best friend, couldn’t know. shouldn’t have known. but as astrid does, she fucked up. ‘ why do you ruin everything ? ‘ it was back. hissing into her ear once more, she was so paper thin, unable to just be normal. it wasn’t her fault; she tried. but the cracks appear, hairline fractures growing into a massive spiderweb, shattering all she’d put together. soon she’d be abandoned, left to her own devices once more. no one to blame but herself, she’s still unwilling to do so. if only she could wait for nightfall and crawl away.
crawl in my skin sometimes think I’m paper thin
porcelain, tap tap, see the cracks are showing
but she stays in chile, and in her bed, unchanged, unmoved. viña del mar is her home, and the check is long gone. she doesn’t want to leave. she wishes to get better, the fallen stars and burnt out birthday candles carrying her hopes away. but how? how could she rid herself of this ailment, something that’d haunted her across countries, souring relationships, a beast rearing its head only intent on destroying her. she didn’t know. astrid didn’t know a lot of things. but she was sure of one. ‘ i’m so tired of this feeling. ’
all I do is sleep in
i’m so tired of this feeling
maybe a nap would make her feel better. at least she couldn’t hear it when she closed her eyes.
(don’t know what you’re supposed to do)
(way too old to be this confused)
#જ⁀➴ 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅 ꙳ ( 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 : 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈) ꙳#tw: mental illness#tw: depression#tw: allusions of drug use and alcohol use#tw: long post#srry yall leader of yappers anon here KLDSJKFLDJS#takes place post hypomanic episode! (backdated)#i did spell check it but i prob missed like 80 mistakes :/
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[NSFW fanfic]
Briefly returning to tumblr to say I wrote a new thing after 2 years and maybe you can read it if you want
#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#neil josten#aftg fanfic#if anyone’s on aftg twitter and wants to post this there if you like it that would be nice of you 🖤#the foxhole court#Andreil#I did that thing where I forgot if I don’t post it right away it backdates it or whatever
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thursday, june 15th, 2023 | 14/100 days of productivity
today's productivity:
dealt with finances for a bit
finished section 3.4 (I'm putting the lab off until tomorrow)
helped a coworker with a weird error
today's self-care:
hung out with my partner in the evening
talked to my dad on the phone for a while
#studyblr#studyspo#study inspiration#study motivation#studying#100dop#op#yet another backdated post woo lol
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Finally, the modern/band AU is more than idle coffee thoughts.
In which Shadowheart is part of a three-piece metal band that gets stuck in a town called Rivington. Where happiness and a much softer life is something that she doesn't think she deserves. Where she's always in danger of falling back into the relationship with her ex, the Avatar of the cult that raised her, who just so happens to be the band's frontwoman.
Featuring a modern version of my primary Tav, Asheera, as a mechanic who's just doing her job working on the band's broken down van when things get a little more complicated. You can peek at in-game shots and art of her here and here.
Rating: E for Eventual Smut
Category: F/F
Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav
Tags and AO3 Summary under the break.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Band AU, POV Alternating, Romance, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Cults, Abusive Relationships, past abusive relationships, implied/referenced past prostitution, Dissociation, Trans Female Character, Eventual Smut, in which a traumatized metal guitarist finds love in a small town, and searches for her cottagecore fantasy
Summary:
Shadowheart, the guitarist for a small-time metal band on tour, nearly crashes her band's van into an auto body shop in a podunk called Rivington. That's the least of her worries. Every day on the road revolves around the devolving relationship with her ex, the Avatar of her religion and the frontwoman of the band. Everything is Shar, and Shadowheart knows no escape nor if she deserves one.
At least until Ash, the head mechanic of that dinky garage, questions everything Shadowheart's ever known, digging into her life until they both bleed.
Ash told herself to forget about them. Forget about Shadowheart. She needed to make forgetting easy and turn her heart to stone to the attractive, enigmatic stranger.
That’s all Shadowheart was. That's all she should be.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#shadowheart#shadowheart x tav#oc: asheera#modern au#band au#nightsongs au#<- that's the tag I'm using for related posts#my fic#I promise there will be fun lil companion/NPC cameos that I couldn't help myself from adding#just because I'm writing this modern au doesn't mean I won't ALSO be writing in-canon stuff as well for the time being :)#if your subscription email shows it as backdated don't worry you didn't miss the post#ao3 was having issues posting the chapter >:(
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Title: so much that it hurts
Rating: G
Fandom: Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Relationship: Jin Ling & Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Jin Lin, Jin Ling & Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, background Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
Some Additional Tags: Canon-Divergent Vampire AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Confrontations & Reconciliations, Family Feels, Identity Reveal, Rabbits
Word Count: 11k [complete]
Summary:
“You can ask me anything, A-Ling,” he says brightly, crouching down so that they’re eye to eye.
“Um…they said that the Yiling Patriarch is traveling with Hanguang-jun and that he wears black robes and carries a dizi.” Shishu’s smile gets weird. It’s different somehow and Jin Ling doesn’t like it, but he keeps going. “They also said…they said that the Yiling Patriarch’s name is Wei Wuxian, but…isn’t that Shishu’s name?”
The pavilion is silent after his question.
Jin Ling meets his uncle and learns the truth of who he is.
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#mdzs fic#jin ling#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#lan wangji#wangxian#(technically but they're established/in the background)#family feels#because that's what I'm all about these days#(backdated for jl's bday bc that's when I would have wanted to post it)#wanderingflame fic
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Senior Year Madness
It all begins in the last month of your JUNIOR year in June...
they make you ALL excited because it was "going to be sooooo much easier than junior year" ..right?
WRONG.
but. u didn't know that then. so... u enter Senior year in Aug/Sept in that mindset.
then you're doing ok... that is until senioritis strikes BECAUSE of the "senior year is easy mentality"
....then your grades go down.
on top of that.. guess what. it's OCTOBER-NOVEMBER season.
....college applications abound!!!
..it all ends in November 30th...if all you apply to are public universities....
if private... that ends somewhere in january. if community college? u don't even have to worry about it till after graduation...i think.
anyhow. so i applied to public universities. and got done with all my applications on the last day of november.
cool right?
kinda. for me, anyhow.
some people.. who need higher SAT scores need to take the December SATs.... and sometimes the January ones too.
but I was lazy so.. I didn't. ..now I know I should have. but. oh well. that's life.
so... life continues. your 1st semester ends in DEATH. ..lol...well, close to it. at least mine did.
and u go on to 2nd semester.
then february comes and CSUs start giving their admission results.
..it seems EVERYONE got their SJSU admissions, but i still have no reply... guess that's how it is if you're financially disabled..yes. disabled. LOL.... [i finally got it in April..geesh, seriously? 2 months late? anyhow.]
so. end of february.... u get admission from one csu... but they request your 1st sem grade... of death.
..scared and confused.... u only send them your transcript without the 1st sem senior grade. and u complete your admission.
...but now u worry WHAT IF in July, when they see that grade of death they withdraw your "conditional admission" ?
...hmmm..oh well. that's life. so...you go and forget it for a while.
then March comes. and UC decisions are about. applied in 3? got in in 1... got in in the one that TOLD YOU they were gonna accept u EITHERWAY when u apply.
so. you're all happy and cool. right?
not really. because then your ENGLISH senior project kicks you in the chin and buries you alive for the next 30 days... until the 17th of April..when it's due.
yay. boo.
so. anyhow. back to the UC. you're happy and cool.
april ROLLS fast. with you digging your grave deeper and deeper EVERYDAY with all the tests [both high school and college].. and essays.. and projects.. and to top it all off... college pressure.
so. anyhow. you FINALLY manage to gather yourself and check your college things because the stress of senior project is done. right?
well. 'tis not done. college stress takes over.
so. u find out u need to update your grade in the UC website. the 1st sem grade. so u do... and u explain why you have the grade of death. and promise you'll do better.
so. FINALLY. cool, right? .....NOT.
coz then you have to decide on which college to say yes or no from...by May 1.
what's bad is you don't know what will happen if you say yes to the one that would reject you.
yet, u know u should start taking care of everything because u need to find the housing and stuff for the university.
TO TOP IT ALL OF.
April 21 -- English writing of some sort. Extra credit really. but you need it BECAUSE you want to cushion your grade JUST IN CASE your senior project will become the death of you in June at the day of the finals. oh. and math tutorial. yeah. takes time out of your sched too.
April 22 -- AP Bio test on ch. 43 AKA the test that would MAINTAIN your grade to a C....or doom it forever to a D... thus getting you rejected in the college. [cross your fingers now and PRAY i maintain the grade of get a higher grade or else....I WILL BREAK YOUR FINGER]
ahem.
anyhow.
April 23 -- Book report. Great.
April 24.. should just DIE. Why? hm..let's see. here are the following reasons:
a) Trig/Precal test... aka the test that you should get an A or B on... or you get rejected in all colleges u apply to. end of story. great. how to get an A or B when you've never gotten a C? ...miracles happen i suppose? yes. they will. u will make sure of it. [again. cross your fingers... u know the drill]
b) AP Government Research Paper...that nobody wants to write ANYWAY. you and your classmates simply do not see the point. anyhow. it's supposed to be 6 pages long.. blah blah blah
c) AP Biology PRACTICE AP TEST ...not really a hassle. since it will only be for you and your benefit alone. but the fact remains IT WILL TAKE 5 hours of your time away from doing other work.
...April 25 then:
1) part 1 of your SUPER ASS LONG AP Gov test. it's ok..... won't kill u much.... won't make u bleed either.. but IT WILL TIRE YOUR BRAIN. and from all that activity the previous day? you're already dead anyway.
2) LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG trip to LA for a WEDDING. 6-7 hours. car trip. looooooooong. uncomfortable. looooooooong.
3) ...you'll probably sleep late because it's the 1st time in AGES u and your cousins spoke to each other
April 26...
1) u wake up early. as part of the wedding entourage.. u need to prepare. oh. and the wedding is at lunch time. great. the fact your hair is STRAIGHT and LONG.. and you need to CURL it. great.
2) after the wedding = party. most likely till night when u can no longer lift any part of your body due to your extreme fatigue. or when everyone around u starts puking coz they're drunk. yay. [well... maybe the latter was a BIT exagerated. anyhow]
April 27....sunday
1) u get back to your car in that looooooooooooong trip back to north cali. great. again.
2) u have a gov test the next day. oh great. yay.
..and it seems your suffering is over?
..yeah. to yourknowledge at the moment it seems.
well. until May 1st..anyway. or at least April 30th. wow. 3 days break only? you won't be able to revive yourself in time. and u know it.
so. April 30:
you stress all day. thinking which college to say yes or no about. in the meantime, in school. ..panoramic pictures. yay. reminds u more of the impending college decision u have to do by midnight that same night.
May 1: u say yes. and say no. then u pray to god and all the saints to HEAR u. oh. and u get the cap and gown. yay. oh. and u need to sign up for that UC test.. if u said yes to the UC one.
so.
May 6th comes. = AP Gov test. the real one. cool. easy. but stressful nonetheless.
then May 10...
1) u WAKE UP EARLY. drag yourself to Los Altos and take the English writing test for the UC. just in case that it the one u said yes to.
2) the test will be over around 11:45. you'll be home by 12:3ish.
3) at some point. u call your friends. and u make plans. IF YOU DIDN'T ALREADY MAKE THEM. u better have though. so if your friends are reading this, they BETTER NOT PROCRASTINATE and help u more with your impending death.
4) prom. at 8. yay. another reason to make yourself a zombie. tired? very? well. who cares. it's a paaaaaaaaaaaaar-taaaaay.
5) oh. and u go home tired. and prolly late too.
...May 11. mother's day. u don't do anything coz you're a zombie in your deathbed remember?
May 12. AP BIO test. great. hopefully. u slept well last night. or your dead. your future depends on this test too. u better get a fucking five. oh. that rhymes.
then all is over....right? well. no. because u won't get your peace of mind because of the fact that it's international week. and the school will be loud all week. oh. and you're president of the french club. meaning u need to manage those crepes you guys will be selling. wow. good luck on that. just don't die..k? you're a bit young in my opinion.
ok. so. after that.. all stresses are gone. just anticipation really. and....lotsa sleep. u need it. u've been going at it for 3 weeks straight. surprise u haven't died yet.
hn.
so. last week of May. u go to your teachers. ask if you won't get the grade of death-- D-- in the end. if no.. then you're back in CSF. if not. well. fuck that shit. [coz that means you've ruined your future... at least till u think of a solution]
so.
if all went well. you're cool and happy and all. if not... well. u get snappy. then eventually u forget about it..right? well. we hope so. u can get pretty mean.....
anyhow.
1st week of June = finals. GAMBATTE!! <-- do your best
2nd week of June = rehearsals + beach day. ah. beach day. takes your mind off of things. yay. oh. and u graduate.
and pretty much. your stress returns. u fear for the college u said yes to. will they accept u? hopefully. they better. or you'll start packing and cross the ocean.
so. July 15 comes along. your grades are given top the college.
then if it's all good. u have more stress coz everything's changing and u need to arrange stuff. move out. all that.
if no. well. who knows. maybe a plane ticket. yeah.
and so....
if you're still alive by august. good job. you've survived senior year. you'll need the survival skills for college too.
if you've already died...well......... hopefully u come back to life at some point. but then naturally u do..u get over things rather easily after all.
so. the end?
meh.
transmission terminated.
i don't care if you're religious or not. pray to your God and help me.
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Books. You had left your hive for books. Dirk had asked, so kindly, and for such a gentle reason. How could you deny him his request when it was for his Valentine? When it was for--
That, however, is speculation. What is important is to acquire a few novels (and a bag of chicken nuggets, per another dear friend's request), and be home as quickly as possible. Less time out, less chance to see a familiar face-- "Well, look at who it is! If it isn't Nettles! Where have YOU been?" Ugh. You can hear your former colleagues' voices already. They'll have you back in your office in seconds if they see you. But that's speculation, too.
You've been in the capital city a few times since leaving Asidea, and you've made sure all your favourites were still in place. Favourite florist, favourite cafe, favourite tailor… And same as ever, favourite bookstore. There's joy in the familiarity, something soothing in knowing that somethings haven't changed. It may not be this way forever, but it is this way for now.
Finding the books is easy enough. Something with a pretty woman in green on the cover, a few romances, a singular historical fiction, a book of poetry selected separately for another… It's quick work, and even quicker work is made of groceries, a few extra ingredients to add to not-quite-Valentine's-Day party treat, and a passing glance at flowers for that same event. Simple tasks, quickly done. And aren't you proud of yourself!
You begin the walk home, brisk in your pace so you are not caught by anyone, eyes focused ahead, distracting yourself with a mental to-do list once you return to your hive. But something catches your ear, and, along with it, your attention.
"What the fuck is THAT thing?!"
The comment isn't directed at you, thankfully, but your hand is quick to flinch towards the dagger on your thigh. Two young trolls are speaking to each other, excited, and when you find where their voices are coming from, you see them, and several others, looking up.
You do the same.
Your heart nearly stops, the commotion on the street fading away from you, the dagger, your tasks, everything else leaving your mind. When you look up, you see the moons, pink shining fully and green slyly smiling, the stars blinking in a inky sky, and great white wings attached to a great white beast nearly blocking the heavens from view. A dragon, you hear someone shout. A dragon back in the city.
Two, you think. Two of us, here. Both of us in the city, together.
You can barely look away from him, eyes kept skyward so you don't lose him, jogging along the pavement, then breaking out into a full run. You can feel every muscle burning, your lungs full of fire, but you have to keep going. You've been tracking him for ages, and now he's so close-- every lonely hour poring over maps and records from sweeps you barely remember, every sobbed frustration over missed opportunities and a lack of understanding, every terror that crept into your mind because of sleepless nights, every day you have spent missing the one entity in any timeline who has always understood you… they're going to be worth it. You watch the clouds, you feel the wind, you wonder where he will land. You have your guess. You'll be fine if you're wrong.
You are a blur in your hive, throwing books on the couch, shoving food into the fridge, grabbing the bag you prepared for this exact event, and exit back out the door before you realise where you are. You check upward again, frantic. He's lower now, but still in view, moving away from the shore, away from the city (idly, you curse Treekat for being right about this, but swear you'll thank him properly, too.), towards the forest. You don't know if you can run again. But if you don't?
That's not even being considered.
A guttural cry leaves your chest, a roar in a language lost to most trolls, one you know will be recognised by who needs it. Again, again, again… the sound of an animal's young, desperate to be found by its parent. Draconian, shouted through tears you didn't know were spilling from you, as loud as you can manage, as loud as your can will your lungs, your throat to be: "Dad! Dad! Dad, can you hear me?" You repeat it, breathlessly, every few footfalls, panting hard as you try to keep him directly above you. The wings turn, and so does he, towards the edge of the woods you both know so well. He outpaces you, though, and he's sinking lower, lower. You cannot keep up. You lose him to the trees.
There is fear, immediately, that that was all you'd see of him. That this begins another hunt for who knows how long. You have kept shed scales and crushed leaves and singed bark, clues and keepsakes both. And here? You will keep trying. You will keep chasing him, however deep into the forest it takes you.
You don't know how long you run for. Could be minutes. Could be hours. The moons still hang above when you think to check the time-- even then, you don't register the numbers you're looking at. You're out of breath, voice hoarse from your continued hollers, sore from tip to toe. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think you should start running laps as part of your trainings, then feel immediately nauseous at the prospect of ever running again. You hold firm to an oak for support, eyes staring without focus in the direction of a bright red berry bush. But the flora hits something in your mind, and you bring yourself back to your surroundings. You're almost there. These bushes are ones you used to pick little snacks from, the tree you're holding onto has your initials, alongside your ex-moirail's, carved into the bark, and there is a heat you feel underfoot. It's not from the earth. It's radiating from something-- someone-- else.
Carefully, you press on, finally catching your breath, watching your footing and making sure to be noisy as you can manage, peering through leaves as you crawl under branches to an open patch in the woods. There sits your old hive, adorned with all its fairy lights and lanterns, silly wriggler's art on sideboards hidden under ivy, the trees surrounding it bending in gentle embrace. You've seen it recently, spending nights in it, cleaning it up to make it a place to love again.
The enormous dragon resting in front of it, curled up with smoke billowing from his nostrils, eyes bright and focused on you, is a new addition.
You can't move when you see him. You can't breathe, or think, or anything. He speaks to you, though, gently, kindly, warmly as ever, in the tongue that you made sure to never lose, to never forget. "Well, look at who it is. I've been looking for you for many moons, Advoca. Where have you been?"
In an instant, you drop your bag, and run (one more time, one more burst of energy) to him, arms flung across scales and holding tight to his neck as you sob. Claws come up to cradle you closer, gentle as they hold you tight. Just like how you've wanted for sweeps, just like you remember.
It's not where you've been, but where you are. And in this moment, held by your lusus, your dad, a dream you've held onto for eons? You feel like you are home.
#long post#sometimes julia writes#[[this is backdated two?? days.]]#[[was supposed to be on the 10th because. lmao. year of the dragon.]]#[[alas. not quite! pyralspite fashionably late and making his own entrance.]]#[[also not my greatest work but it's not about that!! it's about Getting Stuff Out sometimes.]]#[[anyway. Dad Search 2024 is over. now we move onto the NEXT arc. lmao]]
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Well, 2023 is nearly over, so I figure it's about time to upload my 2023 New Years card. I made it to send to my friends, and I did, and it was fun. In the future I'd think I need more contrast, it didn't print impressively.
#my art#my posts#word of honor#hanwenzhou#to those seeing the discrepancy between '2023 is nearly over' and post date:#I backdated it so my posts archive will be kinda chronological on creation date#pay it no mind
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