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clavidy · 26 days ago
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oh i know the end phoebe bridgers we're really in it now.....
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elisedonut · 1 month ago
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I understand why some people get annoyed by focusing on a small thing mentioned about a character
but at the same time if we only know like five things about someone why wouldn't you??
like Colin's only mentioned as having a camera in COS because it was always just for plot convenience but you can pry him having one for the whole series out of my cold dead fingers because it's one of the few defining things we have about him and anytime I've ever seen him written without one he just feels wrong and like that is not my boy
Lavender only mentions rabbits once when talking about her pet binky dying but again that is now a part of her she will now never not have bunny rabbit associations to me
Percy is not in the little known about him category as much but I feel the same way about him liking Divination too yeah it's mentioned once and in a way you could technically argue against but nope he will always like divination to me now because of it
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nooling · 1 month ago
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In light of twitter being run by the human equivilent of a kidney stone, I am slowly pulling away from twitter and am now on Bsky. Depending on the ai situation I may also be deleting my old art from there.
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homo-house · 1 year ago
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re:hbomberguy, on the topic of citing sources, i want to say:
it is insane how many people on here don't even click the sources op links on their own post to learn more and just hit reblog saying "oh my i didn't know about this thank you for teaching me!". like guys CLICK THE LINK!! CHECK THE NOTES!!! CHECK THE SOURCE!.... i swear half the time the link is dead or takes you to a nonsense page (i see this a lot with art specifically???? and excerpts from magazines??) and some times the linked source disproves a claim the very post that linked it made and people just. don't bother to check, no one bothers to even reblog saying "hey that link is dead! here's a new, working link!" or "hey that link doesn't work, can you link the source again?" and when it comes to misinformation people just share without checking or looking at the notes where numerous people will (in the best case scenario) already be pointing out the misinformation
"OH BUT I CAN'T CHECK EVERYTHING I SEE ON THE INTERNET" there is a surefire way to prevent spreading this kind of stuff even if you don't have the time to fact check immediately. just accept it's fine to save a post for later if you can't look deeper into it right now!!!!! literally just reblog it in private or save the post as a draft so you can come back to it later and check. it won't kill you and in fact it will actually make your life a lot better lol
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wastedlands · 8 months ago
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like for me to send you some memes or reply with a 🤠 for plotting xo
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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 4 months ago
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i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do
#whole fkin campaign. idk still not sure how it was but man was in his peacock era for sure#n it's like i need to find a wife i need to make it in 2 (or whatever) months etc etc#but its like a bg task n he didn't speak bout it w others. like he just said that he needs to marry#also idk if i mentioned this but i wrote lauretta/carlo first meet long ago n she was w her fiance#i just listened to “pretty music” again sorry. i like that uh governor or tf this character is#changes his behaviour from one woman to another so real. n that fkin “but im a lucky guy who gets to dance w u”#and “since u know what i need i'll even take your lead” <- fr like im sure lauretta screwed him for several times#just to see if he's really serious good old manipulations w men nothing new nothing superstitious#upd. he probably made a mind budget for this (i mean finding a wife)#n bout lauretta screwing carlo its like in this ukranian song Ти ж мене пiдманула ти ж мене пiдвела#but since he's a strategist he's patient (like i wanted to accent this quality sm i wrote#that carlo started thinkin bout taking moretti's place back in 1932)#anyway. “Challenge accepted” situation and idk fr for some reason when it's carlo eddie lauretta it's always bout playing#so lauretta started playing n he entered this play too. i don't even think he was exactly mad (maybe only for the 1st time)#at this point i have a clear image of how they met n their first dates (cringe word) n how he proposed#ie how it started how it ended. ending was fast i believe (deadline is approaching 🤯)#what was in between i don't exactly know but i wondered just now if he also screwed lauretta (i think yes)#bc i don't knooowwww frrr all this is so bout playing to me#but bout ending its like. boss fight (<- sex) game credits (<- marriage) ((speedrun))#also i was thinkin if he even ever met lauretta's parents (i always thought that no but idk)#can imagine lauretta calling carlo a good friend. i also hm ok#i started to write a comic like a month ago just bout falcone polycule n it starts w#carlo who says that he finally needs to get married n lauretta's mother askin (in a pushing way) why#her n her fiance still aren't married like girl tf. she jinxed it i guess#upd. carlo/lauretta is funny in my head bc right before marriage he did fell in love lauretta didn't but guy's profitable we'll take him👍#she did only after marriage i think bc it was the time when u can finally relief bc it's over#u don't need to think bout no yes no no yes yes will it work or won't etc#woman was able to fucking chill at last. she got the money sorry i mean the man#he's not runnin away let's finally look who the fuck is even this man. why he won't shut up bout astronomy can i get a divorce <- jk#but yeah “�� тобi брехала” is so lauretta right after marriage to me (“i dont even know the color of ur hair”)
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dan-crimes · 6 months ago
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I love it when I'm not actually as invested in something as others are yet I'll still spend. 10+ hours just watching content about it cuz I still have to know about it like I might not have brain rot or anything but I gotta have that info in my brain
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artistfingers · 1 year ago
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I'm looking at ur store cus i wanna buy some dp stickers, and the holographic danny isnt available in my region? Is that intentional? /nm /gen
The other stickers are available, its just the holo one
(My region is the southern US)
It should absolutely be available - looks like I'm having an Etsy issue, because it's showing me that on my own page too, and I'd wager anybody else too. I'm not sure how long this has been going on. I'm sorry to anybody who may have been disappointed to come across this recently 😔 but I've contacted support and should have some info back from them in 24-48 hours. Thank you for bringing this to my attention!
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safyresky · 20 days ago
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Warm Milk
(remember this poll? I sure did! This is the original shit I was talking about! Takes place a couple of hundreds of years after the events of Crystal Springs, Into the Shadows, etc. Some context: The dimensions between planes are thinning. Rosehaven is seeping into the living world, magibeans long dead returning to the world of the living—but for what purpose? Not even they know...)
(enjoy!)
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Bianca padded down the stairs quietly. Eyes attuned to the dark, she trailed her fingers along the side table in the hall, gazing at the photos dotted about. Even in the lowlight, she could see how happy her daughter was in the photos she was in (laughing with Blaise, a little Jacqueline grinning in the bottom right, pointing; face pressed against those of the twins, the three of them grinning). And the ones she wasn't in (one of the twins stacked on one another, running down a beach; a candid shot of father and son caught up in a moment of laughter), Bianca could feel the love radiating from the photos.
She smiled to herself, continuing quietly down the hall. Every single bone and muscle creaked as she walked.
Bianca sighed, rubbing her lower back. I never thought I'd say this, but I do miss being dead, she thought to herself.
In Rosehaven, you didn't feel all the creaks of your bones and muscle pains and such. You felt fine. Safe. Okay. As young as you ever felt. As spry as Winter (senior) had been, despite looking as old as Bianca felt. Your body is there with you but it doesn’t age or degrade. You’re right as a flurry.
But back on this plane of existence…you felt it all and then some.
She sighed, turning into the kitchen. A light glowed above the sink. The dishes sat drying in the rack. A window was open, the sound of the wind rushing through the evergreen boroughs comforting. It was no mountain, but it was lovely regardless. It would do.
Quietly, she slid across the kitchen, pouring a glass of milk and staring at the contraption that supposedly warmed things with the click of a button. She squinted at it, rubbing her chin.
Perhaps she should wake her son-in-law? Or the grandkids? That is, the fiery ones, of course. It would be far easier for her to have them hold it for a moment rather than make the ruckus the. Contraption. Was sure to make.
She found the button to open the door. It went in with a deep crunch, the door swinging open with a loud bang that reverberated through the thing.
"Oh dear."
Straining her ears, she listened closely, hoping she hadn’t woken anyone.
Snores from upstairs. The wind. A soft voice? Murmuring?
Her ear twitched. She turned slightly, towards the right.
Her eyes readjusted. The table was empty; backyard door locked. The screen door, that is. The heavy door had been pulled all the way back, letting in the cold winter air. It smelt like the mountains.
Bianca made her way over, relishing in the breeze for a moment.
The voice was clearer now. She peeked outside; nothing and no one. Eyes travelling across the table, she peered into the cozy den.
A light was on.
Her ear twitched.
"AND he let me use his HAMMER MOMMA! The HAMMER!" said a delightful voice. Just hearing it made Bianca feel such joy. She crept closer to the den, head tilted towards the sounds.
"The HAMMER?!"
It was Jacqueline who was speaking now. Excited with a hint of panic. A tone Bianca found herself recognizing easily enough.
"YEAH! Hephaestus says I'm gonna make my own bow in NO TIME!"
"That's wonderful, sweetie!" Jacqueline replied, the smile in her voice loud.
"She's been taking to the change very well," a third voice said. Smooth and chipper, a hint of tired—but not quite. Hearing this voice made Bianca think of her Winter, wherever he may be.
Her heart panged.
"That's good! I'm glad," Jacqueline sounded relieved. "I'm really sorry about all this, love."
"It's okay! I'm just glad you're safe! We understand, don’t we, Joy?"
"Yeah! Safety is important! I learnt that today too," the child’s voice grew quiet, sounding proper chided.
"Did you now?"
"…yeah. I accidentally hit Hermes with a few arrows. He was a real good sport about it but I felt very bad and then Mater gave me the safety talk."
"We really should have done it sooner," the third voice spoke again.
"But! Better now than later, after she finds the lightning bolts! She was giving them the eyes earlier today."
Mater. Bianca ran the word through her mind. Greek, if she wasn't mistaken. For mother.
Jacqueline threw a hand up to her mouth, trying to mask her laughter. “Oh dear.”
This is wrong, Bianca, she thought to herself. Stepping back (having made her way to the arched entrance, lurking in the shadows), she walked towards the kitchen entrance, clearing her throat before reaching the den entrance again and knocking on the sideboard.
"Jacqueline?" she asked, peeking into the room.
He granddaughter shot up, pillows flying. "Oh! Hi Bianca. Everything okay?"
"I fear I've run into a problem. The contraption that heats things up? The little one."
"The microwave?"
She nodded. "How do you use it?"
"I'll be right with you. Just give me one sec!"
"Certainly. I'll wait in the kitchen." Bowing her head, Bianca backed up, keeping to the shadows between the two entrances.
The sprite curled back up, bringing the phone right up to her nose. The little display glowed, casting a dim light onto her face. The snow was gone from her hair, Bianca noted.
"Is that her?"
"Yeah. Technology problem."
There was a delightful giggle. "Off you go to save the day! My hero. I miss you.”
"We both do, Momma!”
Jacqueline smiled. “Awh. I miss you guys too.”
“I knew it!”
The loving voice laughed. “Alrighty, Joy. Say bye to Momma. She’s got a something cold to save.”
Jacqueline laughed. “It looked like it was a glass of milk.”
“She’s got a glass of cold milk to save!”
"Okay! I love you Momma!" the child's voice was filled with so much joy, Bianca could not keep back the smile that had snuck onto her face. It was hurting her cheeks. "I miss you! I hope I get to see you soon. I got a sword lesson and I wanna make one with you."
"Awwh, Joy! That's so sweet! I'll brush up on the blacksmithing just for you, okay?"
"Okay! I love you! KISSES! MWAH!"
"KISSES! MWAH! I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay! Bye Momma."
“Right, off you go! Go bug your grandad for a bit.”
“O-kay! Wee!”
Jacqueline laughed, watching the child run off, Bianca presumed. She pushed her hair off her brow, snuggling into the couch cushion. "She's doing okay?"
"She’s thriving! And wreaking so much havoc. That’s why we’re on Olympus now. Jupiter had enough so we’re hanging out with my mater’s side. Oh, Jacqueline, you’d be so proud! I know I am. She’s a hit over here!”
“Good! Good. I’m...glad.” Jacqueline’s smile dropped. She sighed, mussing her hair once more. “I’m so sorry about all this, Donnie.”
"Awh, babe, it's okay! You’re trying to keep us safe. We understand."
"I'll try to swing by tomorrow? If that's okay."
"Uh, duh! You're my WIFE! Why wouldn’t that be okay? I love you. I always want to see you.”
"And I you," Jacqueline smiled. "I'll see you soon, brown eyes."
"Not if I see you first, blue eyes."
Bianca tuned out, giving them space. Moments later, the blankets rustled.
"I know you’re still there, Bianca.”
Bianca felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She turned the corner sheepishly. “Sorry dear.”
Jacqueline smiled, leaning her head on the couch. "S’okay.” She pat the spot beside her with a slippered foot. “Come sit!"
Bianca obliged, sinking onto the couch. Her muscles thanked her. She sighed, falling back into the cushions.
"I miss being dead.”
"You WHAT?"
"Oh, sorry, Jacqueline. Sit back! I don’t mean it in a way that's concerning. I just…forgot how old and stiff my body was. I miss not feeling every single muscle every time I move."
"And warm milk helps with that?"
"Hmm? Oh!" she looked down at her glass of not warm milk. "Yes and no. It doesn't help my muscles. It helps my heart, though. Your grandfather said it was the cure for any ailment," she smiled fondly. "Lately I've been finding comfort in a warm glass of milk. It makes me think of him. But alas, your father went to bed before I could catch him and Lady only knows what would happen were I to wake your siblings."
"When they were younger, disasters! But now that they're older, they sleep like logs, for the most part. Just waking them up would be an impressive feat on its own!”
Bianca chuckled.
"You miss him, huh?"
"I do. And I worry for him," she admitted, bringing a fist up to her heart. "I don’t know where he is, or what he's doing. I know he's on this plane. But I can't…find him. And it hurts. Everything hurts. He'd love to see this. Knowing that your mother made a lovely life for herself? He'd be delighted! She found a love as true as ours," Bianca smiled down at her hands. "That's all we ever wanted for her. And I was so terrible! Afflicting you with the shard and sending you halfway across the world. Stealing her away from her family to try and bring back mine…and even after everything, you've all welcomed me here."
"Bianca. I gotta be real with you. In terms of blood relatives coming back from the far past? You're not the craziest we've seen."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Uncle Pyros is like, fifty shades of messed up. That guy is WHACK. But don’t tell dad I said that."
"Your secret is safe with me." Bianca sighed. "Those poor boys. I always hated being called to court. They never looked happy. Serafina was so strict; and Canicus was just as bad in other ways. I kept telling your grandfather, I said, you know, Winter, we could just snatch them up and take them home! And he'd say, he'd say, Bianca, we have our hands full with one, don't you think? Best not bring back old habits." she laughed. "We didn't, really. Your mother was a very calm child. Well. She was a child when we left; I've no idea how she was in later years, or for the rest of childhood."
Looking off into the distance, Bianca sighed.
"Well…from what I've heard, she's where we get most of our unhinged ideas from. The most chaotic of all the seasons as a kid. Still is to this day, if you ask my aunts."
"Oh, how delightful!" Bianca leaned back into the cushions, a soft smile on her face. "It's nice to see them both happy together. Your parents, that is."
"Makes you miss your hubby, huh?"
"We never did tie the knot, but yes! It does. Deeply. Achingly so, even.”
"I get it," Jacqueline wiggled against the couch, getting cozier. "I miss my wife."
That fond, loving smile was back on her face; so small and yet, filled with so much emotion.
"We did actually tie the knot. I mean, we were already referring to one another like that so we went, you know what? Frost it! May as well make it official! And then we did!" She shrugged. "The proposal went a little awry, but the wedding was nice! Especially since we found out we had a KID beforehand! Can you believe that? A whole entire KID. She was totally unplanned and I love her so much.”
“Oh, and I took you away from them, didn't I?"
Jacqueline nodded. "And I couldn't even remember them, because, you know, your mirror does that fun thing where it only makes you think of bad and sad thoughts? They were so fuzzy.”
Jacqueline smiled. "Magical objects just bring out the worst in people."
"I'm so sorry, Jacqueline. Really. I would never want to take anyone away from their families. That was a pain I'll never forget. Pain enough that it drove me to do that to you and your mother when I was shard-ed, just to try and restore my own."
"Indeed."
"Why do you even HAVE that mirror?"
"Cursed artifact that came into my possession when I was young. It splinters often, and the splinters get caught up all over the place, making people see only terrible, awful things. I used it in my younger years to do some truly bad things. Much younger, of course; I haven't been that bad since meeting your grandfather. I was glad it had come with me to Rosehaven. It wouldn't cause trouble ever again, I thought.” She chuckled coldly. “I thought wrong. Seems that was the worst place for it."
She opened her hands. The mirror appeared in them, empty but for two shards.
She sighed.
A warm hand landed on her knee. Bianca looked up.
Jacqueline was smiling at her, softly. Reassuringly. "We'll find him, and we'll find the shards.” She gave her knee a little squeeze. “I know you miss him. I miss my partner in crime, too! And I know you missed mom.”
"I'm glad to get to know her again. Odd to say but. Well."
"I kinda get it." Jacqueline pulled herself up a smidgen, phone clutched close to her chest. "Donnie and I had no idea Joy existed for about three years. She was born from the joy we both felt being reunited again after the proposal. I missed her baby years! Had no idea what she was like until recently."
"Hmm. I feel we have a lot more in common than just looks," Bianca mused.
"Indeed," Jacqueline replied, in an almost dead-on impersonation of Bianca's own accent.
She laughed. "I'm sorry I took you away from your wife and child. And still am, evidently."
Jacqueline shrugged. "This whole Rosehaven thing is weird. Scary, too. And after everything that happened to me? I don’t want to risk Joy. Or Donnie. She can handle herself of course, but I love her! I don’t want to see her get hurt. That's why I didn't mention them. I wasn't sure if you were…"
"Safe."
"Yeah.
"Wise. My reputation is. Quite terrible, really. Especially with children."
"Yeah, maybe gramps was onto something when he said not to bring back old habits."
Bianca laughed, looking at her granddaughter with a fond smile. "I'm glad you've found love, too."
Jacqueline scooched over the pillows, leaning up against Bianca. She put her phone in front of them, the screen blinking to life to reveal a photo.
There was a very tall, very strong woman. She was blonde, her hair tied up, laurels wrapped in the strands. She was beautiful. Jacqueline stood beside her. And between them, a small child, a tad darker than Jacqueline and a tad lighter than the woman. She grinned, a tooth missing, her strawberry blonde (emphasis on the strawberry) hair pulled up as well, falling right out of the scrunchie. Behind them was a big, feathery wing; and behind the girl was a smaller set of wings, looking more like butterflies than birds.
"That's the love of my life, Donnie. It’s short for Hedone."
"Hedone. That’s the Greek Pantheon…Goddess of…pleasure?"
Jacqueline flushed, nodding.
Bianca smiled. "And that's your little girl?"
"Joy. Embodiment of Joy. She's everything to me, goddess of the springs. The moment I met her, I was like, damn. I'd do ANYTHING for this kid. ANYTHING."
"I felt the same when your mother was born."
"Was she like, sick, or something?"
"Sick?"
"It's just," Jacqueline shifted, facing her grandmother with a look of placid curiosity. "I've heard that when she was born, there was something wrong? Or off, or something. I’ve only heard it offhand oh, once or twice. Nobody's ever explained it to me, and Mom doesn't even remember. So. I figured, you know, who better to ask than the person who birthed her, right?"
"Ah. Well, she wasn't sick. She was a miracle baby, though. See, I'd always wanted kids of my own. But I'd never managed to settle down with someone and have them."
"So you stole them instead?"
"Yes. And I used the mirror to do so. It's an ugly thing; it fell into my possession when I was quite young. It takes the beauty and love out of everything and makes you see only the bad. As you are, regrettably, well aware."
"You as well."
Bianca hummed. "When I finally did succeed, and the little boy's little friend came and found him, and saved him, I managed to cry the shard out of my eyes. And that's how Queen Frost found me. A pathetic, weeping mess in the highest reaches of the Nordic countries. She told me that I would find what I needed here in Crystal Springs; that it would heal the hurt. That I'd be safe. And…I was. But the hurt never left. See, the shard in my heart stayed put. And whenever a child would come near my domain, I'd keep them as long as I could, just to try and thaw my icy little heart."
"Oh. That's…how am I both heartbroken and appalled?"
"I am a woman of many talents, it would seem.” Bianca laughed, the laughter trailing off with a small exhale. “It's messy, I know. And it got messier still. Nothing worked. I was devastated; stayed up in the mountains with my storms and my lands and all that nonsense. I was there for eons…until your Grandfather entered my life."
Jacqueline watched as Bianca softened, her face lighting up. The mirror seemed to shudder; it did not like where her memories were going. It disappeared as she looked away, awash in them.
"Was it love at first sight?"
"Ha! No. I thought him annoying and irritating and all but blew him right off my mountain. But he was like one of your brother's stray animals. He just kept coming right back! One day, I found myself not blowing him off the mountain. And then I looked forward to his visits. And then I told him about the mirror and everything and he helped me gather the pieces and seal it away. And we fell in love, and one thing led to another and we found ourselves expecting. In the traditional way. By ordibeing standards, of course."
"Oh! So Mom was the first sprite to be born instead of made?"
"Yes, and no. It was the first any pair of sprites had managed to conceive a child on purpose. Emphasis on the on purpose. The only example they had to go off of was Fate-touched, so they had no idea how reliable that experience would be compared to this one.”
“That experience being?”
“The Twin Princes.”
“Oh! I didn’t know that! I just assumed they were made the way all sprites used to be made, you know?”
“The King and Queen tried, of course. Fate prevented it from happening like that. But it worked the other way.” Bianca shrugged. “Serafina was a rather clever warlock. She knew exactly what needed doing for a safe delivery and all, and got it done well before they were born. But your grandfather and I...”
“Would’ve had no idea, since it’s not like the monarchy shared these sorts of things. And given how sprites were made, it was probably to them like, one and done kinda deal, I’d bet. They assumed it would never happen like that again.”
“Ha! And your grandfather and I went and proved them wrong. They’d have hated that! They probably did.” She grinned. “At any rate, given the circumstances, healers monitored us closely; we didn't know what to expect. A sprite had never been formed like that naturally, you know. Lady only knew what would happen. But I tried very hard not to think about that. I focused on when I could feel her move about, and making a nursery, you know. All those things you do when you're expecting."
"I don’t know if I'd know that! We uh. We were NOT expecting at ALL when Joy showed up, dragging Jack Frostbitten Frost himself and Venus, goddess of frostbitten love, behind her, the three of them being pursued by the personifications of Despair and Sadness."
"Oh my."
"I know! I'd have loved to paint a nursery or have that whole build up to her arrival, but it was very sudden and violent.” She looked sheepish for a moment, running her hand through her hair and looking away. “I was very violent."
"Momma bear energy, yes?"
"Oh, big time. The moment Jack told me who she was and it all clicked and that connection was there, I just. I lost it. She's the personification of Joy, Bianca. Despair and Sadness wanted to consume her essence in the hopes that they'd feel something other than what they are."
"Oh. So you had a breakdown."
"Huge. I went feral. And in the end, as seems to be the case with this family, it was a hug that did it; Joy defeated Sadness and Despair with a hug."
"What an impressive child."
"She's so impressive. And she did that as a three-year-old. Which is HELLA impressive by sprite standards. Though she didn't quite age like a sprite? She is now, but she was aging like a human almost until she hit six. Regular six. Not six hundred."
"How old is she now?"
"Almost one hundred! I'm kinda relieved she seems to be taking after the celestial side more than the sprite side. I'm not sure I'm prepared for a century of trying to help her keep shape, followed IMMEDIATELY by a century of her keeping shape AND being a terror about it."
Bianca laughed. "The terrible two-hundreds."
"Mm. Mom and Dad say all four of us were pretty brutal, so I'm sure my kids will be no different. Sorry, I got so off topic. We were talking about Mom!"
"And then went into moms territory. Not off topic at all, sweetheart."
"But I wanna hear the rest of the story!"
Bianca laughed. "All right, all right. You don’t need to lose shape about it."
Jacqueline pulled a face. She lifted a hand, the entire thing AND her arm suddenly turning into snow as she tilted her head, crossed her eyes and went "BLARGH!"
Bianca wheezed. "Okay! I'm going! Pull yourself together, young lady!"
Cackling, Jacqueline's arm solidified. She curled up, snuggling back into the couch. "Okay. I'm behaving."
"You know, I don’t think you ever have."
"That's because you've been talking to Jack too much. He likes to play it up like I was the most troublesome thing around, but he definitely made it ten times worse."
"Now that I believe."
She giggled, her small smile reminding Bianca very much of a time when Winter was a child. A time well before The Call, before the repeat of her past mistakes, and before she was cast from Rosehaven for Lady knows WHAT reason.
"Bianca? You okay?"
She cleared her throat. Swallowed the emotion. Nodded. "As fine as can be, all things considered."
"We can stop if it's too much. I didn't mean to press."
"Oh! No. It's quite all right. Big feelings are big feelings. It's best we experience them. Least we steal children about it."
Jacqueline giggled.
"Where did I leave off?"
"Nursery. Prep work. That sorta thing."
"Right. Well…the time came, eventually. She was ready to arrive. And arrive she did. As a pile of snow and ice. Baby shaped, but lifeless. I…I sobbed. I sobbed, and sobbed, Jacqueline. I was beside myself. I refused to let her go, and your grandfather, bless his soul, stood by my side the entire time, and did not try to take her away from me. He did his own research; called Mother Gaia and her daughter, Tara. They came by and brought with them a life light. The thing you are given as a freshly made sprite to give yourself a form. They gave it to us, and it turned white as snow, and your grandfather and I placed it within Winter and she came to life, with the loudest cries. Oh, I was so, so relieved."
"She was brought to life. That was the miracle."
Bianca nodded. "And she was full of life. Very silly, a little goofball just like her father. And devastatingly savage when needed, just like her mother. She was smart and keen and we loved her to bits! It broke my heart, what we did. To think, fighting to keep our home safe for our daughter ended up with us losing her. And now I have that chance again, to know her, to love her…but it's been thousands of years. Thousands. Tara is far more her mother than I ever was. And my darling Winter Warlock isn't here to see any of it." Eyes downcast, Bianca looked at the cold glass of milk in her hands and sighed.
"Oh, here! Let me get that for you."
"No need, Jacqueline dear. I've got it."
Both winter sprites jumped a bit as Winter herself stepped through the archway, cloak draped over her arms. She placed it gently on the egg chair by the entrance, wiping something off of her cheek and cleared her throat. "Here. I can take it. I'll show you how the microwave works."
"Oh, it's quite all right, dear. I'm not even sure I really want it anymore—"
"Yes you do," both women said, in unison, in the same tone of voice. They looked at one another, giggling a little bit.
"You miss your boo thang, Bianca! Of course you'd want to indulge in something that makes you think of him!"
"I wouldn't argue with her," Winter agreed, gently taking the glass of milk out of Bianca's hands. "She's married to Cupid's successor. And has been having many sweets for the exact same reason you find yourself craving a warm glass of milk."
"Ah. I'm out numbered, it appears."
"And outwitted! Come on, up you go. Here." Winter offered her an arm. Bianca took it with a grateful look, gently prying herself out of the cushions. "Let's get those limbs of yours all warmed up."
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Bianca let her daughter lead her into the kitchen. She tried not to lean on her too terribly much, but the support was…nice. They made their way to the microwave, stopping in front of it.
"The big button here opens it." Winter clicked it; there was a crunch and a low thrum and the door popped open again, the little light flickering on. "Just place the glass inside and click start a handful of times."
"A handful?"
"The number keys are preset. The one warms it for one minute, the two for two, and so on and so forth. The start button does thirty seconds which is usually all I need. Though I will admit, I don’t often use this thing. Usually I bring it to Blaise."
Bianca smiled. "I'd do the same, were I you. I briefly thought about it, actually, but didn’t want to wake him. He seems so stressed about this all…and the younger two? Goddess above. I daresay whatever would happen after waking them would be enough to send us all back to Rosehaven."
Winter laughed. "Fino and Fiera certainly are characters. They were worse in their younger years. I'm inclined to say they've mellowed out at sixteen hundred, but I'm not entirely sure I believe that. I don't think any of the four of them are capable of mellowing out, if I'm being honest."
Bianca chuckled quietly, gently closing the microwave door shut and tapping the start button three times. The noise it made nearly shook her bones; her jaw was most certainly knocking about.
"Dear me."
"Yes, it's a little loud. And a little too fancy for my tastes. But Jack was very excited about it, as was Blaise. I figured I may as well let them have their fun."
Bianca smiled.
Winter smiled back.
The microwave hummed behind them as the silence pressed on. Comfortable, but with something unspoken lingering between them as the microwave continued to tick down the seconds.
"How long were you—"
Bianca did not get to finish her sentence. The words were cut very suddenly as Winter wrapped her arms around her torso and pulled her in, squishing her very, very tightly.
"Long enough," she said, muffled against Bianca's chest. "I'm sorry."
"No." Bianca wrapped her arms around her daughter, cupping the back of her head and tilting it towards her, kissing the very top of it. "I am."
"Goddess above, that sounded so awful, I—" Winter lifted her head, looking up at her mother. "I couldn't even imagine any of that happening to me and my kids. I'd be beside myself."
"I was. And still am. And even though this situation is so messed up…perhaps it’s selfish of me, but I'm glad. I'm glad to see you living, thriving—" she smiled, wiping the tears off of Winter's face with both her thumbs. "It's all we ever wanted for you."
"I'd be devastated if it were me, and Blaise wasn't by my side to see everything the kids have done."
Bianca's grip tightened. She laughed. "It hurts, yes. Oh, I love him so much. He was my everything. Is my everything. I—"
"WAIT, HOLD ON. GRANNY BEE."
Her breath hitched as Jacqueline came sliding out the den, phone in her hand, looking frantic in an excited way. She'd called Bianca Granny!
"Jacqueline, careful!" Winter let go of her mother and reached out, grabbing Jacqueline before she could fall forward. "You know the kitchen is slippery in those socks of yours."
"I know, I know! But I just! Granny Bee." She caught her breath. "Hey. Hi. Woah. You okay?"
She sniffled, wiping away tears. "YES. GRANNY BEE IS JUST FINE."
Winter and Jacqueline shared a look. "O-kay…listen. I got an idea. I just need to ask you a few questions."
"Sure. Sure. Certainly." Another sniffle. The microwave beeped. "How can I help?"
Winter opened the microwave, passing Bianca the warmed milk. She nodded her thanks, taking a sip as Jacqueline started explaining.
"My wife. She's Cupid. Well, next in line to be Cupid. Right. Anyway, uh, because of that, she's really good at love stuff??? So HERE'S the THING. Would you say that the Winter Warlock is the—"
"Love of my life? My soulmate in all senses of the word? Partner in crime? My person?"
Jacqueline blinked. "Yes."
"Yes. Oh, absolutely, yes. That man. He's. I just—" her fingers tightened on her glass as she tried and failed to find the words to describe their love.
But for Jacqueline, apparently, that was enough.
She grinned, feral, whipping up her phone. "I knew it. Okay, so, I have this crazy idea. I think I know how to find him."
"What?"
"You do?"
"Yeah!" She put the phone up to her ear. "If you're okay with it, Mom. I know things have been kinda tough? I don't want to throw the other parent at you when you and Granny B are still working sleet out."
"Oh! Yes! Of course! If you're comfortable with it, Winter dear."
Winter's brow furrowed as she thought about it for a moment. "Well. I think before I know how I feel about that, we'd have to see if we even can find him first. And then, given the state you were in, Bianca…what state he's in."
"And if he has a shard in his eye, or worse, his heart…I shudder to think what part he'd be playing in this mess."
"Oh?"
Bianca nodded. "He was a brilliant warlock! Is a brilliant warlock. His mind…I believe Fiera would call him a giant nerd. Given that, and how he was like back before he met me, before he met Kris, even…I both hope and fear that he knows more about what is going on than all of us."
"Then we better go frostbitten find him, eh? How do we feel about a ladies trip to Mount Olympus…"
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alinaandalion · 4 months ago
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trying desperately to get someone to tell me what exactly the transition plan is for me to move into my new role and am consistently ignored.
an absolute repeat of when i started working here but i can technically fiddle around with stuff under my current role until i know something.
i've just never been at a company where there is this intense resistance to communicate. email? teams messages? teams calls? the amount of times i've found myself just throwing things into the void and left hanging is too many to count
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orcelito · 1 month ago
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Did driving practice today. Actually did parallel parking practice this time, even tho I really didn't want to still. Finally got it into my head that I can maybe do this.
SO......
I have scheduled my driving test. For November 13th, 3 weeks from today.
#speculation nation#IM SO NERVOUSSSSS but i need to do it. i need to. worst case scenario i fail and have to try again another day.#i was actually gonna try to schedule for a week from today but they were full up for the next 2 weeks.#so. 3 weeks! my therapist is gonna be happy for me when i tell her haha#this is. something ive been avoiding for over 10 years now. but i decided at the start of this year that This would be my year.#Year Of Unfuck My Life. and im finally doing it. im going to finally get my license.#it's so. huge actually. a similar level of Holy Shit factor as me graduating.#which seems like an uneven comparison but honestly ive just been so so so scared of this driving test#an insurmountable obstacle bc i was stuck at school away from family to help me practice etc etc#very tied up with me being stuck at school for so long actually. the neverending purgatory of being Stuck In Place.#but my cousin lives closer to me now and hes been helping me out. and i am so very grateful.#augh augh augh augh. life is so busy and it feels like everything is happening at once AAAAAAAAAAAA#but im taking it all in stride. i am. oh god i might have to just practice and then take my audition video all on the same day.#bc i am too tired to deal with it rn and i have an exam tomorrow so idk if i can practice then. also i have to clean.#i will make it work. i will make something work. for the love of fucking god i will make it work.#no time to write barely any time to relax but thats okay i am Go Go Going and trying to keep enough time to sleep#(prior few nights being the..exception lol.)#i certainly wouldnt want to live this way for too long. but just a few more months. i can do it.#next semester hopefully wont be as busy. i'll have 3 hard classes but if im lucky they wont even have much homework.#i can do it. i can get through it. i will get my license in 3 weeks (manifesting) and i will get my own car.#i will find a new apartment to live in. i will Hopefully find a job.#within a year my life is going to be much much different.#my life is Already much much different than it was just a year ago. tho this year has been more... metamorphosis.#in a year's time. i will be 28 years old. and the pieces will Finally be falling into place (hopefully!!!!!)#for now. god i need to rest. will probably go to sleep early tonight. need to be rested for my exam tomorrow.#first tho i gotta shower and feed both me and the cats. yes.
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oflgtfol · 7 months ago
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i was talking to my therapist last week about how i'm kinda excited but also equally apprehensive about starting grad school this fall because yes, i so so desperately needed a gap year otherwise i think i literally would have killed myself and/or had a breakdown big enough to land me in the hospital, and even beyond that i just needed to figure out a more concrete plan of what i'm going to do with my life in general -- while all of that is true, and i'm glad i took the gap year for it, i'm also apprehensive because i genuinely feel like an entirely different person than i was even at this exact point in time last year, nevermind anything earlier than that. it's only been a single year of me being out of school but my life has changed so dramatically, mostly for the better, and my whole personality has flipped on its head, it's just going to be so fucking weird going back to the same school, the same campus, potentially seeing my old friends around. augh
#sorry i was trying to find a post in my music tag in my archive and i scrolled so far back i got all the way to april 2023#where i referenced sitting in a dining hall#and its like. DINING HALL ?!?!?!#im going to be sitting in the fucking dining hall again in just like four months. UGH#brot posts#it's almost similar to the separation between high school and college. where i feel like hs me was completely different than college me#and now only a mere year later i feel like. post-undergrad me is completely different than undergrad me#although now that separation is exacerbated by how short a time it was and just HOW drastic a change it was#like . a bitch goes on antidepressants suddenly theyre a whole new person.#like im lowkey excited to see my old classmates and friends again#but i also am dreading it bc like hi. hey. i have the same name and face as the person you knew but i'm someone else now. sorry#and also just the persistent fear that i'm going to regress or at least even just /feel/ like im regressing#just by being back in that environment again?#even if i'll be on meds this time and actually going to therapy and overall having so much more support than i did in the past#so as nostalgic as i am to be on campus again it's also like. hard to separate the present from the past#like despite it all. this bathroom was still the very same place i went to have a mental breakdown weekly#this bench outdoors was the place i sat by myself to eat lunch in the blistering cold bc i couldnt eat indoors during covid 2020-2021#this bench indoors was where my friends had an intervention with me and forced me to call the on-campus mental health services#just . idk. feeling a strange mix of nostalgia and also being haunted by bad memories#oh the woes of going to grad school at the same place you got your undergrad. While mentally ill#but alas i need to save money by commuting and having instate tuition
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a-murmur-of-a-prayer · 2 days ago
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Really incredible how every single piece of media I've latched onto over the past four years has some connecting thread. Like they're not all similar in the exact same way, but you can literally track my thought process through the years. I went from The Good Place to Arcane to Supernatural to the FNAF resurgence to The Hunger Games resurgence to Fleabag to The Magnus Archives. And also none of those go away. I maintain the hyperfixations by the sole fact that not one of them remains dominant for more than a few months, creating an endless cycle of dopamine - and the cycle will never stop because I'm sure I'll add a new one in January.
This is my most lethal hyperfixation cycle yet and I seem to have cracked the code by focusing on at least three at once, which never go away because every time I think they have, something about one of them taps into some deep part of my psyche. I have at least eight AO3 tabs open at all times and each one is from a different fandom. I could create a Venn Diagram out of these fandoms and how they're all connected. I'll probably have to edit this post in five minutes with more TV shows that I forgot. And it's so annoying because I lowkey feel like it's calling me out repeatedly - I really am just a basic bitch. But as my English professor says we all have themes I guess so that's what this is. My brain is hilarious sometimes
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theood · 2 months ago
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It might just be a lot of things. I really don't know. I don't like not having any energy after work but it staves off a lot of our thought processes but at the same time I don't love it. It's tolerable but I want to be doing something else. I wanna be in the dirt and I want to feel the earth under my feet and I want to know she's listening to me and telling me it's ok and I want to take care of her like she's taken care of me. I want to plant trees and cut back weeds and learn to identify our native plants and I just can't do any of that and make a living. It's not even a volunteer opportunity for me. I'm just some random citizen who didn't even go to school for any of it. And I'm so lonely. I'm the loneliest I've been. I love all my friends online I do. Truly and wholly but it doesn't help the fact that I have no one around me irl. And it hurts. And I'm scared. And I am so small all the time. And I just want it to change.
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baladric · 2 months ago
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feeling weird and bad about sex things is weird and hard bc i feel weird and bad about talking about how weird and bad i am feeling about the sex things and it's weird and bad, and also how tf am i supposed to get into the scene when events all happen after 11 pm and i'm fucking exhausted and don't have the fucking energy to track down someone to sponsor me so i can, idk, have access to any of the supportive community resources i need so i don't just. idk, reply to this rando's message on fetlife and get myself fucking destroyed (negative) bc i've neverrr done thissss and don't know how to negotiate safely with strangerrrssssssss bc haha reading and writing kinky smut & kink dialectics =/= having actual kinky sex and there are many very loud reasons that community's a big issue heeeeeeereeeeeeee
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keeps-ache · 2 months ago
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ohhh i knew i shouldn't have screenshotted that thing hhhhhouuuhr
#just me hi#so i'm trying to find the canvas that i drew this comic on that i Screenshotted cuz i thought 'oh yea i'll just go back if i wanna post#later' and i Lost the canvas ????#i can't find the dang thing!! i have looked and looked but it's nowhere in the project folder#so that means i have to check my misc folder. which is So Much it'll take forever cuz idek what i was working on when i drew it#ik i was taking a break from a bigger thing i think but i don't remember what it was ?? aaaauuhhh#which yea i could just post the screenshot but it's blurryyyyyy and it really really bothers meeeeee hkgfjsv#and i hate sharpening unless it's very deliberately for noise </3 Man lmfshv#it's not even that big really... i could just put a layer over it cuz i left the grey canvas underneath too lmao.....#i mean..... man it's annoying me hghfjhsv#//w/e w/e w/e though. in Other news hgfsj#i finished uploading my stuff to my player!! very cool very sick :D#took me until nearly 2 a.m. but i got it >:3#/mnmn also i commented on a fic a while ago and subscribed- the author responded and then like 10 minutes later a new chapter was up#does that feel like real magic or is that just me hgbhfhs#/and what else? uhh think i'm gonna do a big hid piece again :3 he's fun putting in Places so i think i'll do that lol#i am Dreading doing backgrounds but it must be done !!! for my. health or something hgkfhs#perhaps a grocery store.. or a park.... or the palace cuz the last piece i did for that didn't look too great pfsh#yea tho... things........#//i'm gonna go clean up that screenshot :( even if it makes me feel very itchy on the inside lmao :(#been getting very itchy-on-the-inside about stuff recently. hou- is that annoying or what lol?#/but YEA okay i'm on my way hfsh :3 toodlesssss
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