#ashflare

[cricketclan]

Finally got this done!!! i had most of it done a bit back

i love aphid and her kits so much!!! also newthaze gets to meet her brother again at least but :( umber has lost both of her children now CRYING

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[cyberrose2001]

i've always wanted to do this especially for this car because i can use voice commands?? anyway cast your vote or if you have another suggestion please comment!!

[ammonitetestpatterns]

i want to be heliacal above any travesty of minds in desperation to confirm their end of ends in absence beyond the mnemonosensory, our solar circus unnerved to a direction imperceptible by the signatory heuristics and incongruencies we take to be necessary, vacuuming memory and drives for purposive unity under a dark pinion. how can freedom fly without variation? the wordlift has its exalting movement. along the feeling of a thoughtless degradation, stitch to threadbare sigh, sits the omen that nothing changes at remote latitudes. hilarity almost humored with helium's pallor, a future almost flinching out of backwards time. i laughed at my sudden dream to be a manager at the northernmost tim hortons in iqaluit and visit saint jude's anglican cathedral, to be made a mistress of the quiet waves, drawn to the cold alterworld winking in the suncatch from under crackling geometries of ice sheets. gelassenheit comes when the night is untouched by artifice. now in the north, i see only the ashflared outbursts of pine emulsifying the filmy barrens of the sky from the backseat of my midnight. relief also rising, to be minimized as an elementary component while another has the formation of joy, air folding weightless these wires of chance over the assembly of lives that start out with hope, or at least a neuter openness, against their shortage. in this flight i felt the vascular tremor of your gold, clotted in a glimmer, hardly touchable at the base of my heart.

between forming a suicide pact with my mother, sinking before her in desperation to be lifted, and attempting to leap from a moving car, i don't know where to entrust my carriage, senses dappled in a daze to delirium. even as i was said to be already dead, i was lucky to have any chance at all to be touched by an innocence of love, now as friendship sapping over to memory. looking out over the docks of red hook, the rocks were nightshaded as coals sharpened under the spark of the water. dancing helices of stars found to add a new tonality of depth to the surface, begging with eyes upon the piered doorstep before the home of waves, a firstness of movement cradled with the vanishing of the sky. the dawn urn dialing diurne, the black of leaves curling over as to hide, but whisper still, the nudity of the stateless. it stirred in a moment the hope for redemption past the transit of misty morningblue. it was said from under the windowsill, it's your new york grief. there is no substitute for the purest love of all, unreachable. solace, knowing i was able to catch its smallest fires, sightless in communion with my own ash. i knew and now there is nothing but to truly fall after falling. all i wanted was to hold on along the anchored echoes of a loving reality and reach its true resting place, the antidimensionality to flicker into regenerative difference, a nocturne soon to be in love with the productions of time.

[abidethetempest]

6, 7, and 8 becos I'm a nosy bastard

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

"[…You did this to yourself?] Aakse asked, sounding like she was in physical pain as she stared down at the wound on Risen’s hand."

>:3c

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

For the first few seconds of the recording, the only sound was labored breathing on the other side. “Riley, it’s me. Listen, I— You gotta come home. I know that’s probably the last thing you wanna do right now, or, or ever, but… I need your help. I don’t have time to explain, this ashflare isn’t gonna last much longer, so just… just come home, Ri.”

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

"Hooray, Vandal Fenris" - from my arc 2 outline

[cricketclan]

sooo many sillys... but moon 48 :( also Fennelpaw found the poppy growing in the snow and decided to wear it, i like to think it was something he found on his first walk through the territory

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