#IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS !!!

[only-by-the-stars]

46/46 CHAPTERS WRITTEN

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

BARRING MY USUAL EDITS AND REVISIONS, SONG OF A CHAMPION

IS

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE

[lunarriviera]

great, guess i'll just die then

[interpolationz]

when i first made an account with fallen london i didn't know you couldn't change your characters name again and didn't set one so now im stuck with my silly little set of random numbers and letters until i can fess up the $6

[thewickedjenny]

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My name is Jennifer and this is my craft sideblog. (Therefore I can’t follow back from this account, unfortunately.) I’m primarily a clay sculptor, which I paint with acrylic paints, but I may post other projects here from time to time. I love fantasy, animals, cottagecore, and occult things, so a lot of my work will probably pertain to that. If you have any questions, please DM me on Etsy. – Reblogs, likes, and follows are always greatly appreciated. Thank you so much if you take the time to say nice things in the replies or tags, you make my day! 💜💞

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[leucrotta]

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[omarfor-orchestra]

How are you all finding out about it now I've been blogging about that show since last year's palinsesti rai. It was supposed to be directed by Sandro Petraglia at first.

[jonathanbyersphd]

No because he is dead. We saw the body. Like Hopper we didn't see a body that's why he got to live. Same with El in s1. Will got to live because he's that girl. Hope this helps!

[pindl3]

Forget-me-not

It's been a while, huh? I'm visiting for the day ^-^* though it's almost over now. I've always been grateful for this community, and I thought maybe it was time to say a few hellos before I leave again. Happy thanksgiving!!!

[elsmaster]

I've had an idea for a Gale centric fic bouncing around in my head, with the general theme of it being isolation and how it affects a person long term.

I just remembered it's the very same idea I had for a Anders centric fic, at some point.

Why am I like this. Why are the characters I like like this. Why.

[nefkyo]

Y'know what?

The reason why Ghostbur and Revivedbur were so different from the other ghost characters was because they were the only ones who could be changed. Glatt didn't want to be dead. Ghostboo wanted to be dead. Tommy didn't want to die so bad he would hide and scream at anything that could harm him.

Ghostbur didn't want much, then suddenly he wanted too much. Rev wanted everything and then realized there was nobody telling him not to settle. They went through their own cycles. They were loved and they were changed.

[solemntempo]

this is what happen when you sudy art and drink too much coffee.

also all thanks to this wonderful exchange who inspired me to put my oc Vivian

translation:

Falafell: Vivian? what are you doing on the ground?

Vivian: I'm waiting for my hand to stop trembling so i can finish my painting.

Falafell:... How much coffee did you drink?

Vivian: sufficiently.

[bubble-jasmine]

I have no idea what I’m doing but I give them all 5 minutes before someone explodes and dies

They’re very, VERY happy about their temporary housing as you can see

[clacing]

RWBY DAY RWBY DAY!!!!!

[finalact]

also vic tweeted a 20 second vid teasing a new song today so i'm about to be very feral over here

[conkreetmonkey]

Fun story: My last job was at a restaurant. They hired me among many other workers all at once. This is because the kitchen had recently burnt down, thankfully after hours and without hurting anyone, so they had to temporarily close and rebuild; can't very well run a restaurant with no kitchen, after all. Presumably they'd laid everyone off and were completely restocking their labour pool in like a week. My first day was wonderful. People were patient about training me, the manager was sweet and made sure everyone was staying hydrated, and she even personally brought me a glass of water while I was on my break. Like any person would have, I took this as a good sign. Then, over the next few months, things began to devolve. There's like 5 stories in there about the extortion, ER visits, second-degree burns, and explosive stress diarrhea, but basically that once sweet manager slowly became a demon, and my once fun and kind coworkers began doing things like threatening to harm my work bestie unless I performed unsafe work that was guaranteed to burn me due to inadequate PPE, or yelling obscenities at me for asking perfectly reasonable questions. It went from heaven to hell over the span of a single damp, mild autumn. So, as you can guess, I came to resent the place. But there's another element to it:

in my time working there, I would come to learn that the fire that destroyed the place was entirely preventable; there was a known gas leak in one of the deep fryers, and management knew, but refused to shell out the $15 to patch the line (just like they refused to give us PPE, or generally fix anything ever). Quite a long time after they found out and after many staff reports of this gas leak, one night, it somehow finally ignited, and a $15 expense suddenly turned into tens of thousands of dollars. One night, while I was manning the fryers, I noticed one of them was producing bubbles of opaque white smoke from under the oil. My coworkers assured me it was "normal" and "just some food stuck under there." I've worked many a deep fryer, and had been working those particular ones for months, and never seen such a thing before. It was pretty easy for me to put two and two together on that one. The lifers weren't having it and insisted I ignore it and get back to work. A few weeks later, I quit on the spot after getting cussed out over asking if anybody had put an order in the oven yet. My work bestie was fired shortly afterwards, for what she claims was written down as "disobeying orders." She was very allergic to the fryer oil we used, it made her break out in painful, swollen hives, but the lifers kept insisting on making her clean the fryers, so it was probably that, I imagine. Who knows, though? There came a point where it was never enough, no amount of speed or cleanliness or quality. We were always understaffed, and now they'd fired one of their best workers. I met another one of the coworkers I'd bonded with working elsewhere. It was retail, under a notorious asshole boss, but at least it wasn't there. Her arms were covered in deep burn scars the day she'd walked in, so I imagine she's used to it. I hope she'd okay. I should probably try to check in on her, actually. I never asked if she left or was fired. I know they never patched the leak. They didn't the first time. Of course they didn't learn their lesson, the whole place was just a number in the bloated investment portfolio of some silver spoon fatcat from Toronto, he didn't give a fuck. None of us ever even met him, or learned his name. Fully hands off. We'd pull like $15,000 or even $20,000 some nights, but all made minimum wage, and were always one call-in away from total collapse. They kept cutting hours. They would send people home in the middle of dinner rushes because "we're spending too much money on labour." Schedules became mere suggestions. We were never given end times to begin with. 11 or 12 hour shifts weren't uncommon on my end, but sometimes I'd only get 3. It was a coin flip every night. My point is, the place was managed, on all levels, by people who'd drown if it rained. Thinking about how perfect the place could have been still makes my heart rate increase. It filled a niche with absolutely no local competition. Our profit margins were absurd. And yet the dullards filling the office chairs didn't understand that you need cooks to produce food, and the place began creaking under their weight. I left before something gave. I suppose me leaving was something giving though, in a way. I worked my ass off for that place. I made them thousands, IN PROFIT, every night. I feel like maybe that triggered the exodus that followed, idk. Don't want to aggrandize myself too much. As far as I know, the second burning hasn't happened yet. But it will. It's all but guaranteed to. I hope that, just like last time, nobody's there when it happens. But I also hope that, unlike the first time, this time the entire place completely, unsalvageably burns down to ash, reduced to a concrete foundation. I hope there's nothing left to rebuild. I hope the cycle finally ends. I pretty much never got to take my legally mandated break again after that first shift, btw. Should have seen it as a sign, but it was just one shift right? They needed me, they said. They needed me.

[icebl1nks]

yahaha!

hi! i'm yoon, 21, partially retired fanfic writer. you probably know me from ao3 or its side effects. i'm lowkey an art major but we don't care about that here. i'm just iceblinks. let's write again and be happy