#dear dodo diary

[grouper]

Dolly and Wally "Play Shai-Hulud"

[mastererestor]

"Well, here at last, dear friends..."

There is a real risk the plug will be pulled on LJ soon. It will be a funeral of a long-deceased loved one; the illness started when Brad sold his baby to Six Apart and it became terminal when they hawked it off to Russian company SUP. I don't even know who owns it now.

I found my fandom home on LJ after Diary-X went the way of the dodo. (Does anybody still rememberf Diary-X? Yes? Well, welcome, fellow dinosaur!) I still mourn my loss of Elrond's Diary...

What you can see above is, in a nutshell, my fandom life from 2003 to - well, about five or six years ago. Before I got really sick and couldn't do anything that went beyond "staying functional". And you know, looking at these statistics now, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Laugh, because I met so many wonderful people through LJ and fandom. Some of them are still around. Some of them have passed on. Some - for good. Laugh, because I learned so much. Because I was encouraged to walk down roads I'd never considered otherwise. Because my life became better, richer and brighter for it. LJ, and fandom, have been a joy and inspiration and saviour of sanity for so many years.

And cry - because of what we will lose and what we have already lost. The people, the stories, the small daily interactions. These things don't happen anymore, not in that way. I miss it, I really do! I do not miss the drama - still getting a headache thinking of the infamous "House of Fëanor" wank or the "brocade wars", good grief - but you never get anything that's 100% perfect.

Perfection is boring. It's the friction that causes the spark.

So, maybe it's better if LJ just goes boom, rather than lingering for all eternity like a rotten apple, with its purged or abandoned accounts and deleted conversations, a fandom graveyard rather than a playground.

Important is that we keep on playing - there will always be a sandbox.

Edited to add: you can find me on DW at https://joyful-molly.dreamwidth.org/

[d20owlbear]

Caskets and Funeral Makers AU

“What’cha in for today, Mr Fell?” Crowley asked jovially with a sly smile that didn’t quite match his tone. It was far too flirtatious for that. 

“Oh, nothing much dear,” Mr Fell covered his mouth with delicate fingertips and smiled bright enough it shone past them, “simply thought I ought to put in an order.”

“Another one, Mr Fell?” Crowley grabbed up his notebook from the counter and the pen tucked into the bun at the base of his neck. He leaned over his counter at a right angle and peered up at Mr Fell over the rims of his glasses.

Mr Fell tittered a little and Crowley didn’t bother trying to hide the preening fingers over his hair, tucking any stray strands behind his ear, when Mr Fell looked him over. Nothing would come of it, of course. Crowley was just the mortician, the funeral home director, and Mr Fell... well, Mr Fell was his best client. It was, after all, how Mr Fell had kept up his custom of running a bookshop he’d never sold a single thing from at a rather nice front in Soho.

Not that Crowley would know, of course, he’d simply... noticed once or twice. Usually only when Mr Fell’s latest beau came calling and Crowley happened to be on the streets then, walking to or from his flat and his workplace (he’d never much liked horses, so hansoms were right out).

“Yes, another one, my dear.” Mr Fell’s smiled dampened into an angelic frown and he dabbed at the corner of his eyes for tears that weren’t there and wouldn’t be until someone of status looked at the funeral. “My poor Richard has, unfortunately, gone the way of the dodo.”

“Oh?” Crowley drawled and doodled some ‘x’s down the side of his diary and raised an eyebrow at Mr Fell, “Was that today? I haven’t seen any Mr Oglethorpe's in the obituaries...”

“Oh, well,” Mr Fell began, his eyes shining, “He had a bad card drawn by some fortune teller, you know. Predicted he’d die tonight. Richard hadn’t paid it any mind at all, doesn’t believe that sort of thing, but oh Mr Crowley, you know I do!”

Crowley snrked a snort under his breath and pulled a smirk onto his face, “Aye, I do Mr Fell.” His smirk faltered when Mr Fell stepped right up to his counter, forcing Crowley to either crane his neck to look up at his face or stare right at the catch of velvet waistcoat on the edge of his braces underneath, off-center and more disheveled than Crowley was used to seeing the prim, prissy Mr Fell. A better look at him and he seemed a bit too calm about this one, but then again, perhaps he always did and Crowley was simply looking for things to find.

Crowley cleared his throat and instead looked all the way down at his diary and notes for upcoming funerals to plan. “I’ll pencil you in for the day after then, won’t I?” 

“If you’d be a dear, thank you my boy.” Mr Fell murmured, not making any move to step back away from the counter and Crowley. 

“O’ course, Mr Fell. Anything for–” my best customer, no that was too much, “–for you.” No! Too much, too much! Crowley grimaced at himself and hoped his mouth didn’t get him into any trouble. He chanced a glance up at Mr Fell’s face and was delighted and mortified in equal measure to find disarmingly, charming grey eyes watching him intently. 

“Then perhaps,” Mr Fell asked leadingly, a little haltingly as if he weren’t sure he’d receive an answer he’d like, “Perhaps you’d take a nightcap with me. After the whole debacle, I mean... Perhaps Friday the one after next, at 7?” Crowley’s heart swooped and fell and dove into the cold, bracing sea and burned like underwater volcanos making new islands somewhere off the equator. He always asked and, as always, Crowley gave the same answer despite how he wished to do anything but:

“I would be delighted to, Mr Fell, only I’m not so rich as to be your husband.” And Mr Fell would always pause and smile very deliberately in response and nod his understanding before leaving his place of business to return home, or to his shop, to wherever men like Mr Fell went. 

Except this time he didn’t, instead placing a gentle hand—fuck so gentle, but with an underlying strength that made Crowley’s heart race up to his throat—on the crook of Crowley’s elbow and smiled when Crowley looked up accidentally making eye contact that felt all too raw and honest. Mr Fell didn’t say anything at first, only smiled in a way that seemed just a little wan.

“Alright, my darling chap,” Mr Fell said after a moment that was altogether too long and too short, “Not this time. But you must know, I have no need of wealth.”

Crowley tried to snort derisively but instead it only came out as a yearning, wistful sigh.

“Yes, you must know this, Mr Crowley,” Mr Fell repeated emphatically, looking suddenly desperate in the way his eyes creased at the corners and his irises brightened with a look Crowley couldn’t place other than to call it hypnotic, “I do not care for riches nor power, I care not for all the things in the world—which is where many, I think, go wrong in their assessment of my character, but I digress—I care for people. For people who prove themselves to be real, Mr Crowley, and can say the things they think and mean them still days later. Who can keep up with me when I say outrageous things or when I have dour days I– Mr Crowley, I am very sorry but I must impress this on you–”

Mr Fell took a breath that seemed a little shaky, if reality and Crowley’s deepest hopes were both true, and then continued to say one last thing, “You are the most real person I have ever met, solid in yourself. And I, sometimes, may even be a little jealous of it, I think. But not nearly so much as I am fascinated.”

Then the hand left his arm and Crowley could have cried for how it felt like all the warmth in his body followed it, and he thanked God, quietly and in his head, that the counter was there to keep him from following like some lovesick Apollo. He swallowed and tried to answer, but there were no such things as words in his head at the moment, only racing heartbeats and thoughts of warmth and wishes for a blanket over his shoulders and thick arms to wrap himself up in.

And then the bell on his door rang, and Mr Fell was gone.

Some time after Crowley wrote one more thing in his diary.

Mr Fell’s, Friday after next. 7pm. Don’t be late.

~~~

thank you @goodbyevanny​ for the inspo and @cassieoh​ for the addition that made this happen!

vanny: I bet Aziraphale would make a great rich black widow. I’d read the heck out of fic that just had a bunch of indulgent visuals of Aziraphale’s rich widow life and him being bitchy and clever only to accidentally fall in love with his latest husband, Crowley

Latest husband who never becomes his late husband

cassie: "oh no, he's definitely killing them all, but like, he's polite and he always buys the most expensive coffins. I gotta pay rent, you know?"

The AU in which Mr Aziraphale Fell marries rich men who somehow mysteriously die under equally mysterious circumstances and he inherits all their wealth and tends to use it in the acquisition of books and any upkeep for his “shop”, and Mr Anthony Crowley is a somewhat poor but impeccably dressed Mortician and Funeral Director who has seen a rather large number of husbands to Mr Fell come through his practice for funerary services and caskets...

[rainbowrider1290]

Back at it again with the beautiful prose and heartwrenchingly adorable concepts, mousiekosmos wrote the cutest fanfiction called "dear dodo-diary" where Klee tries to get Diluc to smile and I am a changed person after reading it. I am begging you to check it out here.

[moon--vixen]

Glimwood diaries

May 15th, 2020

we have a visitor at our campsite today!

I was so excited when I woke to this news. this is our 2nd camper I didn’t call myself, so it’s really exciting! I quickly put on something cute and ran out the door!

however, someone messaged me desperately, asking me what my shop was buying turnips at. I went straight to the store and I could hardly believe my eyes!!

I immediately opened my gate and sent out Dodo Codes™. I also realized I still needed to see who came for a visit, and apparently, Redd FINALLY came back to see me! it’s as if he heard me..

Redd had such a nice selection for sale. I found one I knew to be one I could donate, and headed out. as much as I want the winged statue, I can only buy one, and the walls of my museum are far too bare for my liking.

a new friend came to visit observing the proper protocol

and promptly dropped a bunch of items at my doorstep! I didn’t ask for tips, as it just doesn’t sit right with me, but it was certainly sweet to bring me so many cute things!

while my friends ran back and forth selling their turnips, I hunted down my fossils for the day. it took me a while to find them, because they all decided to appear on the one hill I’ve made it troublesome to get to...

as I walked passed my house, I found two large bags of bells in front of my house!

not only that, but nearby in the middle of town was a giant pile of even more turnips and bells!

I asked my friend what they were all for, if this was a way to make the multiple trips easier, but she said they were for me!! I could hardly believe it.

I tried to insist she take them, but...

I could barely believe it. there was...so much.

what a tip...

I decided to just go for it. to be debt free, even though I really don’t have to.

it isn’t right, to have Tom do all this work for me and not compensate him properly. especially after all he’s done for me. so I did it. I finally paid off my last loan!

after I went to visit a friend for a few things. fall is really setting in there!

I decided to change into something a little more seasonally appropriate. my shoes look a little funny, but that’s ok.

she called us all over to see the maple leaves! I had a few concerns, realizing that..if maple leaves are falling...how much longer will the mushrooms be around? I looked it up and apparently they’re only here for this month...now I fear I may not be able to get enough to properly cover my island before the season is over...

speaking of, she called me over to give me some mushrooms but...

she ate it...

she didn’t mean to, of course, but. as much as I wanted that mushroom, it was just the funniest thing.

she ran off in shame, I suppose. I found her a little later shaking as another friend arrived. apparently she hates mushrooms.

I found her again sulking in her garden around her museum, and that’s where I learned she only had the one mushroom to give me. that she ate.

I decided to pretend to be sulking, playfully rub her nose in her mistake for a bit, and stayed up in her back area fishing for some new fish I don’t have access to yet.

I spent a fair bit fishing, so I decided to check on her. I..found her sobbing fully dressed in the shower.

after...consoling the poor dear, I managed to catch another guppy for my home!

when I headed back home, I was in awe of how beautiful my mushrooms look. they truly are stunning. I just...wish it was a little easier to get more..

for now, I put my cute little guppy in my bedroom. it looks so nice!

after making dinner, my friend invited me back as we were all gathering around to share items we had that each other wanted. this time though, I went prepared, and changed into a proper seasonal outfit.

it was so fun getting to see everyone together.

even if they were all too busy listening to K.K. to wave at me..

after I got back home, I decided to finally lay down some stairs down to that little beach in the back. I finally figured out how to lay it down safely, so finally, I won’t need my little ladder to get to it.

and of course, I immediately paid it off.

I decided to go onto bed after that. it's so late, and I’m exhausted. tomorrow, I’ll put out a few more mushroom lamps I got in the mail, and figure out what I’m gonna do to get more...I just hope I have enough money or miles to pay people back..

[mistfallcrossing]

Day 2 in Mistfall

Day #2 - March 21, 2020

Dear Diary,

This morning, my house was built! I have chosen to to get a red roof since I thought that would look nice and I was right! I walked in and it felt so much better than the tent Nook had already given us. I may owe him a few bells for the upgrade but I think this is absolutely worth it. 

The first thing I did was to go greet Blathers since he now came and set up his own tent. He was a bit surprised to see me and that I already had things ready to donate. Since it was only his first day, he agreed to take only 15 of the creatures I had already. He had given me recipes for the vaulting stick and shovels in which I quickly made and explored the other part of the island. There’s still the higher levels I can’t access, but it was nice to be able to explore more. I collected weeds, woods, and fossils (in which Blathers checked for me!) and more ingredients for crafting. While exploring, I had discovered the double waterfall that I saw on the map and the reason why I chose this island in the first place. It was beautiful. I hope it never changes.

When I was done with the morning routine, I sold anything extra, bought more pocket space and new hairstyles (got a new hairstyle!). I also bought the tool ring to help me go through my tools better. There’s a lot of tools to go through so this helps! I was also asked to gather materials for a new shop and I’m still working on that. I suspect I’ll pass in the final ingredients tomorrow or the next day. 

Lastly, I went on a Mystery Tour with Dodo Airlines at Mistfall Airport since Tom Nook gave me a ticket to go. The weather at the island I went to was rainy, but I fished a little and gathered more ingredients for crafting. I also met Rodeo who loved the island. I wished him a good time and then left the island. On a side note, I caught a tuna when I arrived back home. 

I believe the rest of the day will be simple, so if anything happens tonight worth writing about, I’ll include in tomorrow’s entry.

Until then, Anthony

[acnhplayertwo]

Player Two's Diary.

Entry 1.

Dear diary,

Thanks Bobness I have this phone with me. Not gonna lie, I'd totally be going cuckoo without an outlet by now.

Why, you ask? Well, it's simple! Let me explain.

This utter mess began something short of one week ago, when my partner, let's call 'em S, presented me with an idea.

"Let's go away, buddy. Let's just toss this boring life behind and go somewhere new. New and fresh. Like... like the Outskirts, or-- or an island. A deserted one, maybe. Somewhere nobody knows us and none of our problems would ever be able and find us. Come on, buddy. Let's do it."

And, pal, I know not whether it was their enthusiasm, or the fact I was starting to resent my life as mayor of a lethargic town, or that we both had a glass too many of Wolfgang's homemade apple wine, but... I accepted.

I said yes.

Actually, I may have said something more than that. In my drunken haze, I remember yelling something like "OH MY BOB, THAT'S AN AWESOME IDEA AND I ALSO HAVE A FRIEND WHO TOLD ME HE'D TAKE ON A DEAERTED ISLAND BUSINESS AND CAN YOU BELIEVE THE COINCIDENCE HAHA, LET ME CALL THAT OL' RASCAL NOOK!"

And that was it, dear diary. In the span of an our we had traded our entire life's savings for a couple tickets to Nowhere.

But it wasn't that bad at first. I was actually psyched. "You go first, S!", I said. "You go and prepare a cozy spot for us. I'll reach you in three days tops."

And so we did. The next day, S kissed me goodbye, nothing but a backpack on their shoulders and hope in their eyes. "Plane's departing soon. I'll be waiting for you in our lives' next chapter, buddy."

So they went, while I stayed. I had too much stuff to do still, what with signing my temporary resignment as town mayor, packing up, saying goodbye to my citizens.

Then, 48 hours later, there I was, waiting to hop aboard on one of Dodo Airlines' rickety machines.

"Oh my, you won't believe how perfect it is here!" S' voice crackled assaulted my ears with a mix of squawking happiness and bad reception through my phone's speaker. "Weather is marvellous, and Sakura's are bloomin' and and and everything is just SO PERFECT!! There's so much stuff to do, and things to craft, and everyone is just SO DEAR!! They even threw a welcome party for the first residents, and there were confetti, and juice, and even a BONFIRE!!"

I found myself smiling as I left my old life behind and flew through the skies that would lead me to a brand new one. But my smile soon faltered as I stepped off the plane and onto Sleepwalk Island's wooden dock.

"Oh, you here. Finally. Fearless Leader's waiting for you."

"Allright," I thought as I followed Tim ad Tommy’s fuzzy shadows across the island and into a green tent, “they have never been the friendly type, but... is a hug really too much to ask?” I ignored my disappointment, telling myself that they must have been busy, like they always are, and let my face melt in a huge smile as I breathed in the familiar musk of wood and tanuki fur. 

“PT!! Such a pleasure to see you here, yes yes!“ Tom rushed towards me, paws extended, his eyes nothing more than a couple happy slits. “I heard of your arrival and boy, I couldn’t wait! Here, drink something and make yourself at home...“ He slapped a can of soda in my open hand and began explaining me the hows and whys of his new business venture, nodding with his usual verve. “... and from this terminal here you can order anything you want and have it shipped right at your door-- ahem, tent step! Isnt’ it great??“

I smiled, knowing full well there was nothing I could say or do to stop his tirade. “And look! This is my new workbench! You can use it anytime, and-- let me show you how it’s done!“

Twenty minutes later, I stepped back out into the morning sun, arms heavy with Nook’s patented survival bundle, head buzzing with info. 

“Awesome! I will repay this trifle of a loan by nighttime, and after that, this island will be mine! Oh boy, I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so rad!“ 

Or so I thought. 

Reality, in fact, was soon to smack me in the face. Hard.

You see, S had told me all about how they had been able to trade bugs and fish for much-needed DiY recipes. “And you’ll be able to craft lotsa useful stuff, like axes, and you’ll need those to find wood and get stones and iron from rocks and build so much amazing objects-- I just can’t even!!“

So, understandably, I was all set to seize the occasion and do the same. 

That afternoon, I stepped into Nook’s headquarters with a bucket of fish, looking forward to my bright future as Sleepwalk’s craftmaster, when...

“Oh. I see. well, buddy, I’m afraid I can’t help you at this time,“ Tom said, avoiding my gaze and preferring to stare at one of my flapping mackerels instead.

“What d’you mean?,“ I asked, wiping the sweat from my surprised face.

“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing, but...“ Tom scratched his head before continuing. “You see, every other person no this island came in here, trading their critters for recipes, and... there were more people than I expected and I didn’t take into account this possibility and...“ He sighed. “...I’m all out. I have no more recipes to give you, buddy. Sorry ‘bout that.“

I blinked more times than needed. 

“But... what am I supposed to do now?“

Tom shrugged. 

“You can still sell your catch to scrounge up a few bells, I suppose. Or you could keep some fish as pet, I dunno.“

“Yes, no, what I mean is...“ I looked around and gestured to the outside world.

“What am I supposed to do?!“

Tom cocked his head and bit his lip. Then, unexpectedly, he flashed me the biggest smile in the universe.

“It’s simple! ENJOY LIFE!“

He slid an arm around my shoulders and began dragging me towards the exit.

“You can fish some more, gather branches and craft a bug net, or-- or or, ehm, take pictures! Yes yes, pictures are nice, you can post them on Twitter and make all your friends jealous, and then Ireallyhavenoideaso GOODBYE FOR NOW!“

And just like that, he shoved me and my broken heart out of his tent and back into Sleepwalk Island’s untamed wilderness. 

Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. 

Still, I couldn’t stop now. I still had a debt to repay.

So, I took a deep breath and lunged into my activities. 

I spent the entire day fishing, and fishing, and catching bugs, and picking fruit, until the sun set, and the fresh night breeze began freezing the sweat on my skin.

I was beyond exhausted, dirty and disheartened. But I was ready, and, most importantly, furious.

The moon was high in the sky when I stepped into Tom’s tent, and found him alone, beer in hand, a stack of paperwork under his muzzle.

“Nook,“ I announced, voice low and gravelly with rage, “check your phone.“

“Oh, PT! I didn’t see you the--“

“Check. Your. Phone.“

I stared at him as he obeyed.

“Ah. Your debt is settled, I see! Now we can think about building you a home proper, yes yes!“ He was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a thin layer of businesslike enthusiasm, but I wasn’t having it.

“Yes, I want my roof blue, thank you. But that is not why I am here.“

I sat on a stool beside him and spread my fingers on his desk.

“Now listen closely, Nook. I did everything you told me. I spent the entire day chasing bugs and I caught so much fish I will stink like one for a month. Then, I took pictures. I took so many my thumbs are sore, and people are wondering wether I am planning to become a professional photographer. And now, here I am, same as when I started, doing ZERO progress cause guess what?!“ I could hear my voice raising in volume, but could do nothing to stop it. “There is nothing to do on this island. Nothing. I can’t craft anything, cause there’s no recipes. And even if I did, I couldn’t craft, or build anything, cause there are no materials for me to gather. But tell me the truth, Tom. This isn’t the same for everybody, is it? No... these things are happening to me and me only. Cause there is nothing for me to do on this island. Ain’t it the truth, Tom?“

When the raccoon looked at me, he did it with his saddest eyes.

“Alright, PT, yes. You want the truth, you shall have it.“

He drew a long, shaky breath and tossed me a beer.

“You see, bud, Sleepwalk is an island. And until not long ago, a deserted one at that.“ He cleared his voice before resuming.

“So, yeah. There isn’t much here. Literally. Resources are awfully scarce. And in order to thrive, you need as much as you can get your paws on, and at times, even that isn’t enough. Sure, people here might seem kind and friendly. But truth is, we’re all locked in a constant fight for survival. Every single one of us. Never forget that.“

“But... But I...“

But I am the mayor, I wanted to yell.

“You are the second human relocator, my friend. It’s a first come first served world, buddy... and you, I’m afraid, arrived a bit late.“

I do not remember walking out of that tent and into the darkness. 

I don’t even remember how I ended up on the beach.

All I know, is that I did not sleep last night, busy as I was hugging my tear-soaked knees, wrestling with that crushing realization. 

The realization that, on this island, I will never be anything more than... Player Two.

[deadscottblog]

Dear diary

Send me “Dear Diary” and I’ll share a single paragraph out of my muse’s diary for every one I receive.(you’ll love this)

July 8  four pm 

So today I tricked this dumbass out of 16 dollars talk about a guy with no brains.  at first he just barged over interrupting a moment  of my personal alone time to ask, “HEY MR!.  You look really cool and stuff can you teach me to be a man?” 

I was going to tell him to buzz off but then  I got an idea.  I  sold him my pubes.. this fucking. .dumb. .  kid.  bought my pubes. HAH . The best part he had a look of pure joy on his face yelling ,  “YAY! I’m gonna show my friends  I’m a man thanks Scott you’re the coolest..  “ Then he rode off as his baby bike  like a nerd.  

Sure his comments were flattering but gaining 10 bucks was a sweet deal.   At least it was until that brat came back bugging me to get it back. . Doesn’t he know there are no take backs its survival of the smartest and he’s dumber than the Dodo Bird . 

July 8   11: 00  pm

Could have walked away with a loss of 10 but nope he kept coming back he was just asking for me to fuck with him and boy was it fun. . the look in his eyes as I burned that money after making him dance. . Pure ecasty 

 but I hope he leaves me alone now he was such a pain in the ass and I don’t care to see his fat ugly face  again anytime soon.

July 9  4:00 PM

I get to see Radiohead tonight on a big projector I’m so excited. .  I hope he doesn’t ruin it for me I dunno I think he’s up to something ..since he told me about it. .yes he is def up to something.. .

July 9 10:00  pm

Poor Porky Pig never learns that he is dealing with a  genius! Recording his voice over Radiohead how desperate can you be? Luckily I kept hidden cameras to protect our house from perverts /robbers ..     He won’t be bothering me again. .   I think  its over.  

I sure hope so doesn’t this kid have a  life outside of bothering me? I have a life I have homework hell I just want to play some video games tonight. 

July 10  angry scribbles

FUCK! I  hope this is the end I’m sick of that little shit wanting to sick a pony on me? How fucking pathetic can you get ?   And since when can ponys eat wieners , i thought they were vegetarians.    . I’m going to spend the night at a friends house  I don’t think he knows where they life and I ‘m sick of him bothering me.. doesn’t he know he’s coming off like a deranged stalker?

July 11 8:00 am 

I DID IT! I came up with the most amazing plan to take care of that ugly piggy once and for all .      I put pubes.. in his chili.. from every kid in town (:    he’ll probably get sick and die.. hopefully.  Harsh sure but if he’s dead he won’t bother me anymore.  I’m sick of this kid he needs to get a life a  life outside of bothering me.  If I had knowing how fucking annoying he was I would have just dumped him in a trash can and sent his ugly ass to Cuba. .

God I hope this ends. . He’ll finally learn to leave me  alone and move on with his miserable existence… plus.. telling him he just ate all those pubes. .is going to be hilarious I’m going to be the most popular kid in town and all the single ladie are going to want a piece of Scott Tenorman.. .. 

 wonder where mom and dad are. . maybe a hotel    they didn’t come home last night..   

oh well doesn’t matter  I guess.. with no parents  I can throw a party to celebrate my victory tonight , can’t wait! 

July 11th  5:00 pm

..   mother and father..  aren’t coming back.. 

with that pony… . fuck..  oh god.. .. what . what have I done!?   

Sobbing

..

[ishgardian-lily]

There we reminisced on much, namely our chance meeting. A fledgling of a rogue boldly trying to steal from the many dodos of La Noscea afternoon. I do not know what made me stop that day and help burden the ire of the birds upon myself.

Since that day their training has taken them to new heights in such a short time. Making me even question the memory as real. They are so vibrant and kind, much unlike myself---*more words and thoughts following are crossed out*  I am glad they call me friend.

[leanpick]

‘My Children Often Call Me Old-Fashioned. I Prefer Traditional.’

‘My Children Often Call Me Old-Fashioned. I Prefer Traditional.’

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Cash and Carry

Dear Diary:

My children often call me old-fashioned. I prefer traditional. Either way, when they tell me that cash currency is going the way of the dodo, it is with reluctance and some regret that I must admit that they are right.

On a recent business trip to Seattle, I did not use any cash during my three days there. Car service, plane ticket, light rail, hotel, food:…

[canadaecodaily]

‘My Children Often Call Me Old-Fashioned. I Prefer Traditional.’

‘My Children Often Call Me Old-Fashioned. I Prefer Traditional.’

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Cash and Carry

Dear Diary:

My children often call me old-fashioned. I prefer traditional. Either way, when they tell me that cash currency is going the way of the dodo, it is with reluctance and some regret that I must admit that they are right.

On a recent business trip to Seattle, I did not use any cash during my three days there. Car service, plane ticket, light rail,…

[grouper]

deep thinkin dodo

ummm did u sleep girl:|

[grouper]

is there Drawing in class etiquette

the guy next to me said he liked it

anyways. wallace the Wyrm

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DOLLY DRAGON . THIS IS NOT A DRILL

listened to all of Terry Pratchett's the colour of magic audiobook yesterday and oh man. i just had to draw a dragon. and who better to dragonify than Dolly? Real ones know that was her original design heheh

Along that line of thinking, i really want to draw Dragon Dolly with Varanus the Wizard! Wow, i never thought those two OC universes would overlap but here they have in a fun way. Maybe she'll even get a part in the Cloak Fancy Prequel...

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Weird little plot my brain made

I think if dolly and gonzo got to talking they would hit it off but gonzo would get the wrong idea. Then dolly would have to let him down easy, but no hard feelings! They stay good friends.

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Also, these are done!

The final product of my first plaster casting test, glazed tiles! Wallace and Dolly look wonderful. I'm less pleased with the piggy one as the glaze separated a bit, but it is still darling.

I really love these tiles. I hope to add hooks to the back and hang them up in my bathroom.