#Santa Juliana Files

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Loch. Babey boi. Finally in color

Loch is a Scottish water fae who ends up in the Wild West, attached to a pessimistic outlaw. He has questions, like why is the outlaw doing a train robbery? Doesn't he know that stealing is bad?

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Artfight attack on @larissa-the-scribe :3

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Events 4.30

311 – The Diocletianic Persecution of Christians in the Roman Empire ends. 1315 – Enguerrand de Marigny is hanged at the instigation of Charles, Count of Valois. 1492 – Spain gives Christopher Columbus his commission of exploration. 1513 – Edmund de la Pole, Yorkist pretender to the English throne, is executed on the orders of Henry VIII. 1557 – Mapuche leader Lautaro is killed by Spanish forces at the Battle of Mataquito in Chile. 1598 – Juan de Oñate begins the conquest of Santa Fe de Nuevo México. 1598 – Henry IV of France issues the Edict of Nantes, allowing freedom of religion to the Huguenots. 1636 – Eighty Years' War: Dutch Republic forces recapture a strategically important fort from Spain after a nine-month siege. 1789 – On the balcony of Federal Hall on Wall Street in New York City, George Washington takes the oath of office to become the first elected President of the United States. 1803 – Louisiana Purchase: The United States purchases the Louisiana Territory from France for $15 million, more than doubling the size of the young nation. 1812 – The Territory of Orleans becomes the 18th U.S. state under the name Louisiana. 1838 – Nicaragua declares independence from the Central American Federation. 1863 – A 65-man French Foreign Legion infantry patrol fights a force of nearly 2,000 Mexican soldiers to nearly the last man in Hacienda Camarón, Mexico. 1871 – The Camp Grant massacre takes place in Arizona Territory. 1885 – Governor of New York David B. Hill signs legislation creating the Niagara Reservation, New York's first state park, ensuring that Niagara Falls will not be devoted solely to industrial and commercial use. 1897 – J. J. Thomson of the Cavendish Laboratory announces his discovery of the electron as a subatomic particle, over 1,800 times smaller than a proton (in the atomic nucleus), at a lecture at the Royal Institution in London. 1900 – Hawaii becomes a territory of the United States, with Sanford B. Dole as governor. 1905 – Albert Einstein completes his doctoral thesis at the University of Zurich. 1925 – Automaker Dodge Brothers, Inc is sold to Dillon, Read & Co. for US$146 million plus $50 million for charity. 1927 – The Federal Industrial Institute for Women opens in Alderson, West Virginia, as the first women's federal prison in the United States. 1937 – The Commonwealth of the Philippines holds a plebiscite for Filipino women on whether they should be extended the right to suffrage; over 90% would vote in the affirmative. 1939 – The 1939–40 New York World's Fair opens. 1939 – NBC inaugurates its regularly scheduled television service in New York City, broadcasting President Franklin D. Roosevelt's N.Y. World's Fair opening day ceremonial address. 1943 – World War II: The British submarine HMS Seraph surfaces near Huelva to cast adrift a dead man dressed as a courier and carrying false invasion plans. 1945 – World War II: Führerbunker: Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun commit suicide after being married for less than 40 hours. Soviet soldiers raise the Victory Banner over the Reichstag building. 1945 – World War II: Stalag Luft I prisoner-of-war camp near Barth, Germany is liberated by Soviet soldiers, freeing nearly 9000 American and British airmen. 1947 – In Nevada, Boulder Dam is renamed Hoover Dam. 1948 – In Bogotá, Colombia, the Organization of American States is established. 1956 – Former Vice President and Democratic Senator Alben Barkley dies during a speech in Virginia. 1957 – Supplementary Convention on the Abolition of Slavery entered into force. 1961 – K-19, the first Soviet nuclear submarine equipped with nuclear missiles, is commissioned. 1963 – The Bristol Bus Boycott is held in Bristol to protest the Bristol Omnibus Company's refusal to employ Black or Asian bus crews, drawing national attention to racial discrimination in the United Kingdom. 1973 – Watergate scandal: U.S. President Richard Nixon announces that White House Counsel John Dean has been fired and that other top aides, most notably H. R. Haldeman and John Ehrlichman, have resigned. 1975 – Fall of Saigon: Communist forces gain control of Saigon. The Vietnam War formally ends with the unconditional surrender of South Vietnamese president Dương Văn Minh. 1980 – Beatrix is inaugurated as Queen of the Netherlands following the abdication of Juliana. 1980 – The Iranian Embassy siege begins in London. 1982 – The Bijon Setu massacre occurs in Calcutta, India. 1993 – CERN announces World Wide Web protocols will be free. 1994 – Formula One racing driver Roland Ratzenberger is killed in a crash during the qualifying session of the San Marino Grand Prix run at Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari outside Imola, Italy. 1999 – Neo-Nazi David Copeland carries out the last of his three nail bombings in London at the Admiral Duncan gay pub, killing three people and injuring 79 others. 2000 – Canonization of Faustina Kowalska in the presence of 200,000 people and the first Divine Mercy Sunday celebrated worldwide. 2004 – U.S. media release graphic photos of American soldiers abusing and sexually humiliating Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison. 2008 – Two skeletal remains found near Yekaterinburg, Russia are confirmed by Russian scientists to be the remains of Alexei and Anastasia, two of the children of the last Tsar of Russia, whose entire family was executed at Yekaterinburg by the Bolsheviks. 2009 – Chrysler files for Chapter 11 bankruptcy. 2009 – Seven civilians and the perpetrator are killed and another ten injured at a Queen's Day parade in Apeldoorn, Netherlands in an attempted assassination on Queen Beatrix. 2012 – An overloaded ferry capsizes on the Brahmaputra River in India killing at least 103 people. 2013 – Willem-Alexander is inaugurated as King of the Netherlands following the abdication of Beatrix. 2014 – A bomb blast in Ürümqi, China kills three people and injures 79 others.

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Necrópolis de las Tumbas de los Moros en Crespos

Necrópolis de las Tumbas de los Moros en Crespos

En las cercanías de la localidad de Crespos, perteneciente al Valle de Manzanedo (Burgos) se localizaba en despoblado de Santillana o Santa Juliana.

Allí se ha localizado un yacimiento altomedieval en el cual se pueden ver una necrópolis de entre los siglos VIII y XI. Los enterramientos se encuentran en sobre un montículo de roca caliza rodeado de una espesa vegetación.

La necrópolis es…

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"No Raso da Catarina" traz nordeste profundo com Juliana Linhares e Rodrigo Garcia

“No Raso da Catarina” traz nordeste profundo com Juliana Linhares e Rodrigo Garcia

No domingo (24/11), Juliana Linhares e Rodrigo Garcia apresentaram seu show “No Raso da Catarina”, na Casa Sapucaia, em Santa Teresa, onde cantam somente compositores nordestinos.  “Sustenta a Pisada”, de Cátia de França, paraibana, iniciou a apresentação com Juliana Linhares fazendo toda uma interpretação laureada por tantos anos de teatro.

Juliana, vocalista do Pietá e integrante do Iara Ira,…

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LIFE gives books to children for Christmas

LIFE gives books to children for Christmas

Santa and LIFE members (L-R) Marilyn Conolly, Woody Foster, Erin Galatopoulos and Andrea Bryan with the East End year 4 class

(CNS Local Life): Each of East End Primary School’s (EEPS) 92 students received two books for Christmas presented by Santa and donated by the charity Literacy Is For Everyone (LIFE). Minister for Education Juliana O’Connor-Connolly said of the donation: “It pleases me to…

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SEPTEMBER IS ALMOST OVER?! – a month of great pals and parties.

Hi to everyone who reads this! Hi Mum! So it’s been an actual minute. As per usual. This has been a big and awesome month for me!! I moved out of my apartment, spent a lot of time with new friends, worked a bunch and danced HEAPS! September ticked all the boxes, and I can’t help feeling a little sad that everything is falling into place right as I am about to leave.

Let me talk you through it.

 So last time I mentioned that a bunch of my friends recently got booked for a couple of cool jobs. One of those friends was Kelly, who had recently got booked on a cruise. This meant that she had to leave her lease 2 months early, meaning she would still have to pay 2 months of rent whilst still living there, BUT, seeing as she was living with 2 of my best friends out here, I had the sneaky idea that I would move in in her place. Of course all the gals loved this idea, and so at the beginning of September Kelly helped me move everything into the room she shared with Holly, and so began a great month.

 I’ve taken over from Kelly who had previously been sharing with Holly. Holly is a great friend of mine and sharing a room with her is actually so much fun. We get along so well that every night feels like a fun sleepover! YAY! Our other roommates are Kristyn and Jordan. Kristyn is one of my best friends out here and we are so similar in a lot of ways, so it’s great being able to see her a lot, and Jordan is a cool dude with great style and a great girlfriend Angelica, so all-round it’s a pretty good time. Not to mention we have a pool, hot-tub, gym, dance studio all on site, AND a washer and dryer on our balcony. LIT!

 The month began with a fun trip to Huntington beach. Holly was in Vegas with Carsyn on their annual Clippers gals trip, so it was just Kristyn, myself and Kelly (who stayed in the house for about a week before leaving for her contract). Justine came over for the first time in a whiiile, and we decided to tag along with Kristyn and Kelly to a country music concert in Huntington. For $40 we managed to have front-mosh view of Eric Pasley, which included guitar chips for all, a set-list for Kristyn (and some sleazy eye-contact from the lead guitarist) and a free concert t-shirt for me! (it reads ‘I wanna be your Friday night’ – HOW COUNTRY!!)

Felt like an episode of Nashville and I LOVED it! We also met some of Kristyn’s friends from IOWA who are in the military out here, one of whom invited me to the military ball at the start of October (i.e. next week as I am writing this). Should be an exciting time AND its in San Diego, a place I am yet to visit!

 The next weekend we ended up at an IOWA university football match, which was playing at this IOWA team sport bar in santa monica called ‘Barney’s Beanery’. Honestly I will never get used to American sports. The roomies were all excited because it was their team and they used to dance on the dance team, and as it was Kelly’s last weekend we all made it down there at 9am to watch the match, decked head to toe in yellow and black Hawks gear. It was so much fun and I honestly think I would’ve thrived in a big American college on one of those dance teams. After the game and multiple mimosas and sweet potato fries for breakfast, we headed to another cool spot in SM called the bungalows. This REAAAALLY reminded me of perth for the first time in LA. Like super exclusive vibes but also just like CBH or the Claremont. Honestly wasn’t feeling it so we left (and swung by salt and straw on the way home) but I’m definitely keen to get back there soon and give it another go.

So a couple days later Mel got back from her trip to Miami and New York, and that was awesome for me. It just gave me a comrade to take class with, hang by the pool, work on some of my own combos in the studio, and honestly we just had a great time when she was here. It’s a lot more motivating when someone else is going through the struggle with me!

Meanwhile I’ve been working A LOT and by a lot I really mean A LOT. Still, $12 /hr isn’t really cutting it for me and even with babysitting I find myself living paycheck to paycheck- usually 1 week with money and fun, and then 1 week hoping I have enough for ubers to work.

 Last week was pretty wild though. Given that everyone in the house is more or less single, Holly has been pushing for us all to go out and meet some more men. This lead to myself, holly, Kristyn, mel and Caitlin (another fun dancer friend) all planning on going out Sunday night last week. We were thinking of heading to a bar but by the time we’d finished pre-gaming the club sounded much more appealing so I messaged my promotor and next minute we were at Nightingale, sat at a table with a bottle of Hennesey. Thankfully the night ended well for me, but not so well for some of us- Mel and Kristyn ended up passed out in Subway at 4am.

 BUT WE WERE NOT TO BE DISCOURAGED! Tyler my promotor had asked me if I wanted to Host sometime that week. Which basically means, instead of us getting put on some seedy guys table, we get put on my own table with whatever drinks I want. Always an opportunist I rallied a group of about 12 gals and we ended up at Le Jardin on Thursday night on a cute table with a couple bottles of vodka and some bottle service b*tches pretending it was my birthday! The night was going soo well until my phone got stolen, then Juliana’s phone, wallet, keys and EVERYTHING was stolen, and another of Holly’s friend’s stuff got stolen too. Luckily Justine’s mum instincts kicked in and we ended up at the police station at 3am filing a report so I could claim insurance the next day. At this point I was feeling pretty discouraged.  Lucky for me my good friend Sarah has a spare iphone 5 that I’ve been able to hook up with my number, so using that in the meantime until insurance (HOPEFULLY) comes through with the dollars to replace my 7. (real time update it has been 2 weeks and still zero insurance).

 Sarah also came through with the invites to a private party at the W on Saturday night. At first only I was gonna go but then Mel, Holly and Carsyn jumped on board. We got to the W hotel in Hollywood and were greeted with the biggest line I have ever seen. Luckily a woman who was manning the line asked if we were ok and Sarah mentioned her friends name and we were literally taken out of the line and ushered into an elevator and up to a private rooftop party. Times like this that I love LA. We had a bit of an awkward start- the crowd was a bit older and holly and carsyn both had to pay $17 for a vodka soda (SCANDAL)… but in no time we were ushered into bottle service on a private cabana and the night truly began! What started as a quiet gals night out ended at 2:30am (with carsyn managing to rip her jeans on the dance floor because we got THAT ratchet).

 That’s a bit of a catch up on September… with some key points missed out, but hopefully I will be able to catch you up on those developments soon!

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Synopsis

Working Title: A Bright Breath Falling

When a new client shows up asking for a private investigator experienced with "land-based extra-normals," Crispin assumes that his next case is going to get interesting. With fae, superpowers, an (un)deadly curse spreading through Santa Juliana, rumors of a cult plotting to bring about an apocalypse, and a new companion helpfully volunteering (without his sanction) to be his partner-in-stopping-crime, turns out that the assumption was perhaps an understatement.

World: [Still unnamed]

A kind of "alternate history" steampunk version of our world. The plot (and connected series) is set in Santa Juliana, a made-up city in Florida, near Saint Augustine. The time period is the mid-to-late 1800's. Superpowers have recently been discovered, which has been deemed unsettling by both the regular and the magical portions of the population.

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I don't think this dialogue/scene is going to end up in the actual Inklings story now, since things have taken a different direction, but I had fun with the concept. They are breaking into a building of some kind to access the attached crypt, for reasons I never figured out.

Crispin pulled the brim of his hat lower, as if that would help him be not instantly suspicious if anyone happened along the lane. This was as much as either of their necks were worth, but that didn't seem to occur to the mad woman who was still sedately picking the lock.

"Well," he hissed, "if you're not worried about the laws of the country, what about the laws of the Lord? You said you were a Christian, too, right?"

"Mmmm yeah," Julia said, sticking her tongue out in concentration as she slowly wiggled one of the lockpicks.

"So, that doesn't give you any cause to rethink this?"

"I'm not stealing anything," Julia said. She leaned closer to listen to the lock.

Which was also infuriating--if she absolutely insisted on this method, she should at least have the decency to be good at it.

"So? Is that really the only thing that comes to mind?"

"Oh. You're right. I forgot about that commandment."

"Which commandment?"

Julia jiggled the handle. She grinned up at him. "'Thou shalt not break and enter.'"

The door swung open. Dusting off her hands, she got up and stepped through it into the hallway beyond.

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Working on a more explicitly Christian story is funny because this means every time I zone out in church I start automatically worldbuilding the horrors like hmmmmmm we're talking about praising God but also this scripture could be a good inspiration for a water-based eldritch being

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Terrarium Lights

Part 1 of 3 for @inklings-challenge

An older lady befriends and adopts a ghost she found in her garden

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Michael Goffrey bid his wife farewell as he left for his next shipping job, and Gail Goffrey was once again faced with the fact that her house was cavernously empty.

She had expected the house to feel empty after her children grew up and moved on with their lives; that was the sort of thing one always heard about from the mothers and wives left behind. However, everyone seemed to stress the loneliness—not the rather more intense boredom.

Gail had always preferred quiet and alone time, so she did not take issue with the solitude. However, though she still had to cook and mend and clean and tidy and all the other tasks, it was one thing to do so for six people and quite another, shorter thing to do so for two. It was even less of a thing to do so for one, since Michael had been promoted to first mate and now had to accompany the airships personally, no longer simply loading and unloading at the cloudends as he once did.

Empty and meaningless. That’s what it felt like. With her family, she had people to help and care for. With just herself, she felt as though she were wasting time walking in circles for no other purpose than to exist.

She made it to the second day without any significant issue.

She was out tending to the herb garden when it happened—a bug wandered in front of her. That shouldn’t have been a problem. Bugs were some of her favorite creatures. But after the first smile, it hit her that she hadn't seen a new kind of one in months—this one already had three sketches in her notebook.

She’d run out of garden bugs to document.

Bugs, of all things. Bugs were everywhere, bugs had never-ending variations, bugs were constant. And she’d run out of them.

Stabbing the trowel into the earth perilously close to the offending bug, she sat back on her heels and looked up at the sky.

"Well, Lord, I reckon you put me on your good Earth for a reason. And I don't think it was just to sketch bugs." She smoothed her apron out, flicking bits of dirt off of it. "I also doubt I'm done with what I'm supposed to do down here, otherwise I wouldn't be here. But if you don't mind me saying, I'm awfully bored of where I am, though I do love my house and my husband and my town quite fierce. But I have all the time in the world, and I'd like to do good with it, if I could. So if you could show me what to do where I can—give me eyes to see as who I can do good towards—then I would appreciate it mightily."

Gail had prayed similar prayers before, with varying regularity. She knew the good Lord had heard her, as he always did. And if he answered with more solitude and time and boredom, then she supposed that was where she was meant to be for the moment. But she dearly hoped there might be something new this time.

So, really, she shouldn't have been surprised to see someone under the loquat tree. But then again, it had been raining since before dawn, so no one in their right mind would have been outdoors. She should know, since she herself had been out gathering moss for terrariums and hadn't heard a breath from anyone all day, even near the city.

Her first impression was that the lad was quite young. Younger than her youngest, in fact, who had not too long ago started her career as a professor at the nearby university. Looked perhaps like he could be one of her students. Very slight of build, as though he needed to eat more, and small looking as he sat hunched in the rain and letting the wet drip down his messy hair, full of loose ends that had gotten free from his ponytail.

Gail stood at the edge of her garden for a moment, resting her pail of moss against the stone border as she observed him.

He didn't move, just sat there with his face turned towards the soil, and didn't seem to see her. Part of his shoulder seemed stained, perhaps with mud. With the house not a few feet to the left, she wondered if he'd tried to knock and not gotten an answer, what with her out and about.

Well, unexpected or not, there was really only one thing to do.

Gripping her pail handle resolutely, Gail marched her way through the garden paths and stood in front of him. He shifted at the sound of her approach, turning his face up towards her—his eyes were pale, as if someone had sketched them on and not bothered with paint. What's more, up closer, the brownish stain on his shoulder looked rather like dried blood.

He tilted his head, as if trying to tell where the sound had come from.

"Well then," she said after a long moment of trying to figure out what to say, "who might you be?"

"Oh." He looked more directly at her, and somehow the eyes looked a bit more colored in, like they remembered they could be brown. "Dreadfully sorry, ma'am. I seem to have gotten lost in the rain. I hope you don't mind me taking a few moments here under your tree?"

He hadn't answered the question, but he seemed more surprised than shifty. "Not at all. Unpleasant weather to be lost in, for sure. If you'd like, you can wait it out under a roof."

"Oh," he said again, and looked to his left; this time it seemed like he understood what he was seeing. "I suppose that would be nicer."

"Well, you're welcome to my roof, if you’d like," she said. She wondered how long he would take her up on that.

He awkwardly stumbled to his feet before she could offer her hand. "That's very kind of you, ma'am."

"Would you like anything to eat?" She went ahead and led the way to the kitchen door.

He hummed thoughtfully. "Thank you ma’am, but I don't think I'm hungry."

She didn't think he would be, but, well, it wasn't like she had experience with this. Which concerned her—she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. At least he didn't seem to be wicked. She supposed he must need a helping hand and, while she needed to figure out what that help was, he was still just a boy; she would do him the courtesy of treating him accordingly.

The porch and floors, old and creaky since long before she and her husband and infant son had moved in decades ago, greeted them with typical fanfare as they trudged over the threshold. She dripped her way over to the stove, where she put the kettle on; it was unlikely that her visitor would want any, but she most certainly did. Setting her pail of moss by the stove to deal with later, she glanced back to see the lad standing in the middle of the space, staring up at the roof.

Gail wondered if he noticed that he wasn't wet.

"Say," she said, carefully pulling teacups out of the cupboard, "what did you say your name was?"

He looked at her sharply. "I… I don't think I did."

"Hmmmm. Well, how should I call you, then?"

He stared at her.

In the background, the rain continued on.

"Should I just call you ma'am, then?" He said, smiling faintly.

Gail squinted at him. "Now then, young man, are you dodging the question deliberately, or do you just not have an answer?"

"Oh." He glanced around the kitchen, then back to her, and blanked. "Sorry, what was the question?"

Gail rested back against the counter. She picked up her glasses from where she'd left them this morning, and stuck them on, pushing the temples through her sodden mess of hair. "I was just asking what your name was."

His eyes widened. "I… don't… Didn't I answer that?"

"Not as I can recall."

"That… that was rude of me, then, wasn't it?" His eyes were still wide, and the brown was fading.

Maybe it was rude of her to keep pressing the matter. He seemed not to know. Gail pressed her glasses firmer on her nose, trying to reach some kind of decision—but whatever was going on with her guest had been set in motion.

"What is my name?" He asked, his voice rising. "I can't remember my name."

"That's alright, dear," she said, trying to distract him, calm him down. "Do you remember where you were before my garden?"

It had the opposite effect.

He stepped back, towards the door, and glanced around with eyes that no longer understood where he was. "No… I-I can't remember… where am I? Do you know my name?"

"I'm afraid I—"

The kettle shrieked into the space between them with a rush of steam.

The lad cast a wild glance in its direction, stepped backwards. Gail, startled into motion, scrambled to shut the thing off.

When she turned back, the space where he had stood was dry and empty. She and the rain and her pail of terrarium moss had been left alone again.

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Terrarium Lights, Draft 1—Masterlist

An older lady finds a ghost in her garden, with no memories of who he is or where he came from, and together they set out to find the answers.

Story originally written as part of the 2023 Inklings Challenge, which took place over on @inklings-challenge

Part 1

Gail Finds a Ghost in Her Garden

Part 2

The Ghost Apologizes

Can You Touch a Ghost?

Gail and the Ghost Get to Know Each Other

The Ghost Doesn't Know He's a Ghost

Walking to the Graveyard

Names on Gravestones

An Unfortunate Lightbulb Moment

Part 3

Outside the Lighthouse Café

Haunting for Answers

Answers Cause More Questions

Inside the Lighthouse Café

Mrs. Seward's Story

Confirming the Ghost

A Ghost Has an Existential Crisis, pt 1.

A Ghost Has an Existential Crisis, pt. 2

The Fear of Unbeing

What's the Right Choice?

To Visit a Ghost

The Body

Good-bye

Bringing Him Home

A New Hello

Epilogue, of Sorts

Someone New in the Garden

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Ripple Fisher, proverbial wharf rat and more literal water fae, now in color!

He may or may not have started a superstition among the fishermen about making offerings to the ocean to give them safety. In his defense, he thinks gifts are nice and that nice people should be protected. Also he loves cats.

[larissa-the-scribe]

Loch memes that I made for the sake of propaganda. Even though he lost, he is still in my heart.

[larissa-the-scribe]

I just saw your description of Loch in the oc tournament and he sounds so interesting! That’s such a fun idea for a story!

Thank you so much! It's one of the stories I'm hoping to write sooner rather than later, so it's been really encouraging to hear that you guys like the little guy! ❤🥺

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Inktober Day 8 — Toad

Loch sees a Creature. Is he fascinated? Hungry? The toad is certainly going to find out soon.