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Ah, yes, academic via...strawberry jam. Strawberry jam's chill. XD

3 Ships I Like: Nuzi (N x Uzi- or, as it's also called, "BiscuitBites") from Murder Drones, FunnyGummy (Pomni x Gummigoo) from The Amazing Digital Circus, and Ivy x Freckle (don't know the ship name) from Lackadaisy.  First Ship Ever: I was a pretty big fan of Tinker Bell and Terence (from the Tinker Bell movies) when I was a kid! Honestly, if I had known what shipping *was* back then, I 100% would have shipped them. XD Last Song: "Perfumed Letters" by Graham Kartna. It's a webcore-style instrumental that makes me so irrationally happy every time I listen to it-  Favourite Childhood Book: Please tell me I'm not the only kid who was put in an absolute chokehold by the Rainbow Magic series. Daisy Meadows was such an awesome author, man.  Currently Reading: ...A lot of manga. XD I'm currently working my way through both Sailor Moon and The Promised Neverland. (I know that's, like, two completely opposite ends of the manga spectrum- The Promised Neverland is rated "Older Teen" for a darned good reason- BuT hEy, MaN, pReTtY lUlLaBy Go BrRrRrR-) Currently Watching: A lot of indie animation (surprise, surprise), and some older cartoons that I've got on DVD. Garfield and Friends and the OG DuckTales will forever be favourites of mine.  Currently Consuming: Uuuhhhhh....I had peanut butter cereal an hour-ish ago. Does that count? XD Currently Craving: Summer! That's the only time I'm completely free nowadays. 

Feel free to jump into this, even if I don't tag you!!

@typicaltofe @claudiasommers @littlevioletartmain

Tagged by the lovely @jalapenobee!!! Hi Bee!! <3

3 ships i like: LoidxYor from Spy x Family and just all my OC ships who have been living in my head rent free for years. Mainly AdamxOlivia (EverHart), MarigoldxSolomon (MariSol) and HollyxNate (Hate). I could talk about them for hours so if anyone has time to waste...

first ship ever: Jeroen and Mara from Het Huis Anubis (the original Dutch/Flemish version of House of Anubis). The enemies to lovers was amazing!!! And then they didn't happen!!! It's been like 18 years and I'm still bitter

last song: Only Me When I'm With You - Taylor Swift

favorite childhood book: I honestly have no idea... But my mum used to read from a Winnie The Pooh book when I was small and there was this poem in there about Piglet going on vacation and going to England and France and Africa and all... And would still be back that evening and I still know it by heart :)

currently reading: My Vampire Plus-One - Jenna Levine

currently watching: A advent calendar unboxing on youtube. I haven't really watched any shows lately (if anyone has recommendations, let me know!)

currently consuming: Tea

currently craving: Some peace and quiet!!

Tagging the following lovely people!!

@silversoulstardust @actually-the-devil @currentlyinflames @keeeegs

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........A'ight, chat, this can't go without lovable retaliation.

@overwhelmedfernfrond @claudiasommers @samnnykat @typicaltofe YOU IDIOTS. YOU. GOOFY. AWESOME. IDIOTS. I LOVE YOU. TAKE MY LOVE. TAKE IT. T A K E I T . T A - You guys have all consistently interacted with me and given my randomness so, s o much darned love, and I cannot express enough how much I love ya for it. Godspeed to all of youse noirds. >:DDD

shoutout to willow, cati & rosie for being my favorite moots <3 i know i haven't been on here long, but you three have already consistently been my biggest supporters & my fave people to interact with <3 starting early last month, i was incredibly nervous about who i might meet and if anyone would even interact with my content. so, again, genuinely, thank you 💕❤️💕 - claudia

@doriansredroses @catiandchocolate @rosieathearthside

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Reblog if you've made at least one friend because of a fandom.

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We interrupt this program to give you a obligatory commercial break, in which your friendly neighbourhood Ros!e loses what is left of her ever-loving mind. Have a nice day.

Anyways, POP THE FREAKIN' CHAMPAGNE AND STUFF TURRONS IN YA FACES, BOYS, 'CAUSE ENA 👏 IS 👏 COMIN' 👏 TO 👏TOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-

DREAM BBQ THIS MARCH 27TH CONFIRMED!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey, guys, would you be interested in making “The Adventures of Rosie and Ichabod” an inbox-Q-n-A sort of story? You guys can ask me questions through the “penny for your thoughts” link, and I’ll answer them with little story installments- that is, if the question is within reason and the answer isn’t a major spoiler. I’ll make sure to message you when I’m working on it/if I have any questions/if I can’t answer it at the moment! What do y’all think? Fire away with your questions/comments/concerns, if you’d like!!

With Platonic <3,

Ros!e

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The Story Continues Whether You Like it or Not, Suckerssss (Rosie + Ichabod)

Ayy, look who finally finished that story I’ve been teasing (and not working on) for way longer than I should have!! Writers block hit hard with this one, chat, but I hope it’s still good nonetheless. <33

Also: this one is a bit longer than normal (about double the length of my average drabble, to be honest), and it has art ( y i p p e e ), so for those of you who don’t want the awkwardness of scrolling through an entire blog to read a story. I’d recommend heading over to Wattpad for this one.

This edition to “The Adventures of Rosie and Ichabod” is gonna take us back in time a little bit. Prior to Ichabod’s creation, Rosie- a six-year-old here- makes some…questionable decisions. We love her, though. She’s fine. She’s gonna be absolutely fine, and she’s not gonna face any consequences for her actions, and everyone’s gonna be FINE-

YouTube link (for a speedpaint I did) here!

Wattpad link here!

Was she going to regret this when she got home? Well, it was a possibility. 

But hey, when Rosie made a threat, everyone who knew her understood that it wasn't a threat. 

It was a promise. 

Rosie's student jumper matched the colour of syrup, shining in all its deviously-sweet glory as the sun meandered down the hills surrounding her home city. The lack of natural light, combined with the sheer amount of people buzzing about downtown, created an almost suffocating lack of light and air for our impish subject. Despite these hardships, though, she marched ever deeper into the sea of sweat and skin. Her waning energy was spent on making sure that each breath she took was as deep as it was calculated. Thank goodness Rosie knew her destination like the back of her hand; though her resolve was tough, it wasn't quite impeccable in situations like these.

To be truthful, Rosie had every right to be scared witless. Even if she was well over a head taller than the average child in her first-year class, she was still a mere dot compared to the foot traffic all around her. But, then again, why should she fret? She still had nearly an hour before she was due to be home; Mama and Father wouldn't suspect a thing if she were careful in her quest. 

Besides, if life had taught her anything in her six years on Earth, it was that spite was a most reliable fuel. 

Just as it always had been...especially this morning.

...Well. Let's slow this down a bit. 

You see, just after Rosie's birth, her father had received a government grant that would change their family's entire life. Apparently, it had been his lifelong dream to create some semblance of ease for their uber-industrialised city. The people here had always been up to their ears in ideas for helpful inventions, but with a severe lack of execution (and safety) to boot. It was because of this lack that Rosie's father set about creating a "companion" for mankind- an individual who could withstand extreme working conditions- and carry out the visions of man's imagination- all while maintaining a cordial, loving personality. 

He wished to create a robot.

Robots had already been created in the past, of course, the prototypes of which were older than Father himself. But their sentience was limited to their work and nothing more; emotions were mostly unheard of in the world of programming. That is, until Father stepped onto the scene. He vowed to the local government that, come hell or high water, he could make robots mean more to the town (no, the whole world) than just metal exteriors and high heat tolerances. 

And, by golly, they must have seriously enjoyed what he proposed. 

Six years later, and Rosie's family was more well-off than ever before. They had a fancy home all to themselves, along with a five-story, government-issued warehouse set smack in the middle of the downtown district. It was all Father had been able to talk about for at least three years after he received it. According to him, it was equipped with all the latest industrial equipment, more employees than he knew what to do with...and its very own welding workshop. 

The latter of these, however cutting-edge it may be, was the reason Father had banned her from stepping foot in the workshop until further notice. Something about extreme heat, glass…things that, frankly, she could care less about.

Thus, in that same vein, it was the reason she refused to listen to this ban. 

And the reason she found herself slowing to a stop now...right in front of Father's steel-and-glass sentry. 

Rosie felt a twinge in her gut at the recollection of her and Father’s squabble that morning, but it went away the second she remembered her threat. Her promise. She felt herself stand a little taller, as if she could touch the very stars, all without even standing on her tippy-toes!

Time to rub the rust off her platinum skies...once and for all. 

My gosh, how did Father find anything in this mess?

You would think that buildings run by government-men would be ship-shape- even Rosie, at her young age, assumed this- but this was not at all the case. Parts of random, yet-to-be-built robots, broken machinery, and other various apparati were strewn about as far as the eye could see. The lights had been dimmed, making the unknown ahead of her that much harder to analyse. In this dull chaos, there was hardly even room to walk, much less track down exactly what she needed...wait. 

Aha!

Rosie's heart jolted, but this time, she welcomed the emotion with open arms. Well, open blinds, rather- she had found a window in the way back of the workshop, and wasted no time in drawing it wide! The last remaining blades of sunlight grazed the mess before her, truly accentuating her father's...work. 

Hm. What could she grab? She wanted to bring home a trophy of sorts, something to present to Father like a prize bouquet, to prove that she could indeed step into danger and walk out unscathed, thank you very much. What scrap would do that job most efficiently...? 

She turned in a slow circle, the ribbons of her felt hat waving in the small breeze she created. Where could she...?

Wait. 

There. 

On an oil-stained table, just to Rosie's left, sat a propped-up robot prototype. It looked to be almost finished, save for a few parts to the robot's side, with notecards detailing their purpose scattered about between them. It was strong, with what looked to be dense aluminum for an exterior, and thick wiring between each sheet of metal. But to Rosie's untrained eye, the whole thing looked...highly experimental.

Well, obviously. She knew that pushing the boundaries had been Father's whole purpose, but gosh. This was a bit...much, wasn't it?

She glanced at the notecards for a moment. This side of the room still hadn’t received much light, so something as thin as handwriting was almost impossible to make out here...but she still recognised one word. It was scrawled, painfully emotional, on each and every one of the cards.

"Failed."

...Maybe...hm.

Rosie slung her school-bag off of her shoulders, surveying how much room she had to spare among her books.

Could she...? Possibly. 

Maybe Rosie could make this mission extend beyond just sheer spite. 

Call her crazy, but hey- she had already made it into the one place she was banned from, hadn't she? 

With Rosie- or any child, to be truthful- when there's a will, there's a way. 

And as the sun set below the hills surrounding her hometown, she made it home to plot in peace...and one small corner of the workshop was bathed in silver-plated starlight...until its window was finally raised.

- Thanks for reading!!

- Suggestions aren’t just appreciated; they’re encouraged.

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I EXPECTED NO LESS FROM THE BEST, GIRLYPOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP-

EVERYBODY GO SHOWER THIS QUEEN WITH LOVE; SHE FREAKIN’ DESERVES ITTTTTT-

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG guys my submission got accepted I’m gonna be publisssssshhhhed!! Getting paid and everything!!!! I’m so excited 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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Hey everyone, I know it's going to be a busy day for a lot of people, but Google enrolled everyone over 18 into their AI program automatically.

If you have a google account, first go to gemini.google.com/extensions and turn everything off.

Then you need to go to myactivity.google.com/product/gemini and turn off all Gemini activity tracking. You do have to do them in that order to make sure it works.

Honestly, I'm not sure how long this will last, but this should keep Gemini off your projects for a bit.

I saw this over on bluesky and figured it would be good to spread on here. It only takes a few minutes to do.

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Okay, miiiiight have to nix the whole "I-might-be-able-to-do-writing-commisions-sometime-in-the-future" thing. I apologise, guys. Let me explain.  Ya know how I said that it would be a big "if" if I was able to do it? Well, that "if" has come to fruition. Life got busy again, b i g -time, a n d I had to switch writing devices. The one I'm using right now isn't very Tumblr-compatible. But I still want to write little stories nonetheless! I've been working on one on-and-off for a few weeks now; it's another "Adventures of Rosie and Ichabod" drabble. The reason this one's taking a bit longer is because I'm gonna try to make a small piece of art with it! (That, and the fact that I'm trying to give Rosie a decent-looking school uniform. Worldbuilding stuff, people. It's fun. XD) I hope that you guys enjoy it when it comes out. Thanks again for reading, and as always, remember to never put popsicles in your coffee!! 

With <3, 

Ros!e

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~*Oh, Look; Yet Another Story I Completely Forgot About*~ (FANFIC SPOILERS)

I...really need to stop letting things rot in my Google Docs. That's the only thing I have to say for myself. o_0 This is a short poem I made for my story in the spring of 2024. I don't remember the specifics as to *why* and for what *chapter* I wrote this, but for one reason or another, it didn't make the final cut into "An Herb's Guide to Drowning". Feel free to enjoy it here, though!! <33 Wattpad link here! (ANGST/STORY SPOILERS WARNING. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR MY DREAM SMP FANFIC, "AN HERB'S GUIDE TO DROWNING", AND/OR YOU JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE BEIN' SAD TODAY, DO NOT SCROLL ANY FURTHER. COOL? COOL. OKAY; LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROADDDD-)

---------------------------------------------------- Just beyond horizon’s end,  Where ocean waves do snap and bend,  A young man’s heart  Felt warmth depart And found a home in drowning. There he found a lovely sight,  A love so deep, a grasp so tight. The heart did fill; His love did spill And left the land of drowning. This love and he; they made it far From fields of herb to shining star. Yet hearts grew null; Love took its toll  And sent their senses drowning.  Word tells us in the End they lay,  Poor love what doomed their banished fray, So torn and beat And bittersweet, Doused in the red-love drowning. ---------------------------------------------------- - Thanks for reading!! <3 - Suggestions aren't just appreciated; they're encouraged.

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If anyone clicks on here and almost has a mini heart attack because things have changed-

*puts hands on shoulders*

-don't. Just...don't. It's fine, I promise. XD

I'm just working on reformatting things a bit! I'm changing the colours/overall design of my posts to be more eye-friendly, per a suggestion I got for my writing recently. To the person who left said suggestion (who I'm leaving anonymous): thanks again! I'm sorry that I'm so late to getting to this, but I wanted to take the time to make wide-scale changes to my entire blog- not just singular stories- to bite the colouring bullet all-around, ya know? (And plus, it just looks more aesthetic and...flow-y. Flow. Flow's great. XD)

The default Tumblr link should be good; I'm gonna find a new layout for the custom site now.(Honestly, I've been thinking about doing *that* for a while now. This is a great time to go ahead and bite that bullet, as well! Kill..two bullets with one stone? Or keypad? I guess? I don't know, man; I need sleep.)

Thanks for understanding, guys!! Remember to never put popsicles in your coffee. >:D

With Platonic <3,

Ros!e

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Fav constellation? 💫✨🌌

Easy. The Dippers, both Big and Little. I know, basic as hell, but....Gravity Falls. I'm a simple woman.

:'D

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If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself, then send it to the last five blogs in your notifs! :D

Alright, bet. >:D

- I love to draw traditionally, specifically with charcoal pencils. I know a lot of people think charcoal is a nightmare medium, but hear me out- with a *soft* white charcoal pencil, a good sandpaper-ish shaving block (I forgot the technical term for it), and a good-sized blending stick, you can take on the freakin' world. XD

- I think that garlic bread smeared with Oreo cream, topped with Oreo cookie crumbles, and drizzled with honey is an absolutely heavenly dessert. (Take my word for it, guys. :'D)

- I've got a...rather concerning collection of Shopkins. They make excellent pencil tops. Millie the Mushroom's been a favourite of mine for years. >:3

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Writing References: Character Development

50 Questions ⚜ Backstory ⚜ Character-driven Story

Basics: How to Write a Character ⚜ A Story-Worthy Hero

Basics: Character-Building ⚜ Character Creation

Types of Characters: Key Characters ⚜ Literary Characters ⚜ Flat & Round Characters ⚜ Morally Grey ⚜ Narrators ⚜ Allegorical Characters ⚜ Archetypes ⚜ Stereotypical Characters

Worksheets: Backstory ⚜ Character ⚜ Kill your Characters ⚜ Antagonist; Villain; Fighting ⚜ Change; Adding Action; Conflict ⚜ Character Sketch & Bible ⚜ Protagonist & Antagonist ⚜ Name; Quirks; Flaws; Motivation ⚜ "Interviewing" your Characters ⚜ "Well-Rounded" Character

Personality Traits

5 Personality Traits (OCEAN) ⚜ 16 Personality Traits (16PF)

600+ Personality Traits ⚜ 170 Quirks

East vs. West Personalities ⚜ Trait Theories

Tips/Editing

Character Issues ⚜ Character Tropes for Inspiration

"Strong" Characters ⚜ Unlikable to Likable

Tips from Rick Riordan

Writing Notes

Binge ED ⚜ Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Identifying Character Descriptions

Childhood Bilingualism ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ On Children

Culture ⚜ Culture: Two Views ⚜ Culture Shock

Dangerousness ⚜ Flaws ⚜ Fantasy Creatures

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Emotions (1) (2) ⚜ Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Universals ⚜ External & Internal Journey

Goals & Motivations ⚜ Grammar Development ⚜ Habits

Facial Expressions ⚜ Jargon ⚜ Swearing & Taboo Expressions

Happy/Excited Body Language ⚜ Laughter & Humor

Health ⚜ Frameworks of Health ⚜ Memory

Mutism ⚜ Shyness ⚜ Parenting Styles ⚜ Generations

Psychological Reactions to Unfair Behavior

Rhetoric ⚜ The Rhetorical Triangle ⚜ Logical Fallacies

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Uncommon Words: Body ⚜ Emotions

Villains ⚜ Voice & Accent

More References: Plot ⚜ World-building ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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Classic wizardry, but the dragons are people and you scream. Like, a lot.

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Quick note, by the way: I don't have anything against people who believe in the theory of evolution or the Big Bang Theory, things like that. Honestly, in its own way, it's quite intriguing. This is 100% a fictional tale. And though I don't believe in scientific ideals, I'm not at all trying to target or attack anyone who does with this work. Just so you guys know, ya know? <33

Concept Story: *insert_future_book_name_here*

I don't know, man. This might be spun into something bigger someday, but for now, enjoy the drabble. XD (Wattpad link here!) ----------------------------------------------------

Too long, people have mused upon the moment man realised his purpose. Where did he first breathe life into the desolate corners of Mother Earth? When did the others of his kind rejoice at the sight of their reflection in the lake? Questions scream, yet answers are shied down to a mere whisper...if they even be at all. 

Yes, we ask when, but hardly ever how. Oh, there are theories abundant as the light's harvest that point towards science and evolution and the like. But these are all the purest form of poppycock. Hypocritical, nonsensical...and, when presented by the average "history-man," quite boorish. 

But I have a wonderful tale, one much more fantastical and engaging than all of this, I promise this to you. And its very heart and soul lies in the stars that are the subject of so many's waking wonder. Listen not to any man who speaks a tale of contradiction; they have never been among those fortunate enough to be graced with the love and light of creative muse.

They have doused my light for too long. But don't they know? It is impossible to douse the mind if the heart still beats. 

When one gazes to the northwest during twilight, they will find three stars, resting in the shape of a prism. They are all that is left of what was once a mere corpse, a shell of what was once wasted potential, left to rest six feet under the ground. But our gracious creator gave him another chance at life, if he swore by his own blood to breathe purpose into the lost people of Earth. They needed love, he was told, and a sense of gumption beyond the mere crumbs of what had been laid before them. 

And so he did. And oh, life was beautiful. Everywhere his love could be found glimmered bright as gold. Even the worst of the lost began to see hints of light, deep from the depths of their mind's abyss. And though it took longer for some than others, Mother Earth's lost children began to heal, and find an individual purpose to channel through the wisdom of their risen messenger. 

When it came time for our creator to join his aching bones to the powder of the dirt one last time, the memory of the message-man lived on in the people's minds for many years...but, alas, it was not for nearly long enough to do him justice. Five or six decades after he passed, one group- merely a trickle at its birth, but still enough to scatter the light- spread like a wave gone rogue all through the earth. "What do we idolise that old prophet for, anyway?" This was their battle-chant, one they screamed all the way to the bitter, sorrow-blinded end. "He was nothing more than a common salesman, profiting off of the misery of our mothers and fathers for his name to be cast in gold! We are men, are we not? We are capable of everything he rose to and more, no one to clasp onto all the way!" 

...And so is the state of our world. His only lasting memory can be found in the sky now, where our creator made that starry prism in his honour. Or...is it, as I like to imagine, the gleam in his eyes that shines so bright in our sky? Is he watching, waiting for-

"Foolish girl, how many times do I have to tell you-!! What are you doing up here again? And with metal to be mended, no less!" 

This strange, lovely girl, with her stolen parchment and quill, shoved the letters of her labour under her pallet-bed before the boss-woman could catch her ink-handed. 

...Goodness, the fire in her elder's eyes was enough to make her fist her hands white behind her dress. 

"Girl, get downstairs this instant! Lazing around like this, what were you thinking? You've got quite a bit of lost time to answer for; I'll tell you that much."

"...Yes'm. Yes, ma'am; I'll be right down."

...The embers burned long after the storm left.

The youngster looked towards her pallet one last time, where the papers were...well enough concealed. For now. She'd have to put them in her spot later, before the boss-woman (or anyone else) poked their nose where it wasn't wanted. 

Or needed. 

...She knew her stories were nothing more than a figment of the imagination. She knew that. Trying to sell them off as reality was something she couldn't even imagine doing...but.  Her inner people begged to laugh. To cry. To speak.  In a science-stifled world, she sighed as she walked down the creaky stairs, was it such a crime to let your mind wander to the stars? 

They have doused my light for too long. But don't they know? 

Right before the light broke from the parlour downstairs, she rubbed the ink on her palms into oblivion with a flourish...and a smile.

It is impossible to douse the mind if the heart still beats. 

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Concept Story: *insert_future_book_name_here*

I don't know, man. This might be spun into something bigger someday, but for now, enjoy the drabble. XD (Wattpad link here!) ----------------------------------------------------

Too long, people have mused upon the moment man realised his purpose. Where did he first breathe life into the desolate corners of Mother Earth? When did the others of his kind rejoice at the sight of their reflection in the lake? Questions scream, yet answers are shied down to a mere whisper...if they even be at all. 

Yes, we ask when, but hardly ever how. Oh, there are theories abundant as the light's harvest that point towards science and evolution and the like. But these are all the purest form of poppycock. Hypocritical, nonsensical...and, when presented by the average "history-man," quite boorish. 

But I have a wonderful tale, one much more fantastical and engaging than all of this, I promise this to you. And its very heart and soul lies in the stars that are the subject of so many's waking wonder. Listen not to any man who speaks a tale of contradiction; they have never been among those fortunate enough to be graced with the love and light of creative muse.

They have doused my light for too long. But don't they know? It is impossible to douse the mind if the heart still beats. 

When one gazes to the northwest during twilight, they will find three stars, resting in the shape of a prism. They are all that is left of what was once a mere corpse, a shell of what was once wasted potential, left to rest six feet under the ground. But our gracious creator gave him another chance at life, if he swore by his own blood to breathe purpose into the lost people of Earth. They needed love, he was told, and a sense of gumption beyond the mere crumbs of what had been laid before them. 

And so he did. And oh, life was beautiful. Everywhere his love could be found glimmered bright as gold. Even the worst of the lost began to see hints of light, deep from the depths of their mind's abyss. And though it took longer for some than others, Mother Earth's lost children began to heal, and find an individual purpose to channel through the wisdom of their risen messenger. 

When it came time for our creator to join his aching bones to the powder of the dirt one last time, the memory of the message-man lived on in the people's minds for many years...but, alas, it was not for nearly long enough to do him justice. Five or six decades after he passed, one group- merely a trickle at its birth, but still enough to scatter the light- spread like a wave gone rogue all through the earth. "What do we idolise that old prophet for, anyway?" This was their battle-chant, one they screamed all the way to the bitter, sorrow-blinded end. "He was nothing more than a common salesman, profiting off of the misery of our mothers and fathers for his name to be cast in gold! We are men, are we not? We are capable of everything he rose to and more, no one to clasp onto all the way!" 

...And so is the state of our world. His only lasting memory can be found in the sky now, where our creator made that starry prism in his honour. Or...is it, as I like to imagine, the gleam in his eyes that shines so bright in our sky? Is he watching, waiting for-

"Foolish girl, how many times do I have to tell you-!! What are you doing up here again? And with metal to be mended, no less!" 

This strange, lovely girl, with her stolen parchment and quill, shoved the letters of her labour under her pallet-bed before the boss-woman could catch her ink-handed. 

...Goodness, the fire in her elder's eyes was enough to make her fist her hands white behind her dress. 

"Girl, get downstairs this instant! Lazing around like this, what were you thinking? You've got quite a bit of lost time to answer for; I'll tell you that much."

"...Yes'm. Yes, ma'am; I'll be right down."

...The embers burned long after the storm left.

The youngster looked towards her pallet one last time, where the papers were...well enough concealed. For now. She'd have to put them in her spot later, before the boss-woman (or anyone else) poked their nose where it wasn't wanted. 

Or needed. 

...She knew her stories were nothing more than a figment of the imagination. She knew that. Trying to sell them off as reality was something she couldn't even imagine doing...but.  Her inner people begged to laugh. To cry. To speak.  In a science-stifled world, she sighed as she walked down the creaky stairs, was it such a crime to let your mind wander to the stars? 

They have doused my light for too long. But don't they know? 

Right before the light broke from the parlour downstairs, she rubbed the ink on her palms into oblivion with a flourish...and a smile.

It is impossible to douse the mind if the heart still beats. 

---------------------------------------------------- - Thanks for reading!! - Suggestions aren't just appreciated; they're encouraged.