#para: solo

[checkermallow]

Who: Briar Brooke Where: Wicked's Rest State Park When: Friday evening, 2/09 Warnings: A little existential What: New beginnings look like little valleys in unknown forests outside of an unknown town in the middle of winter. Briar is going to try, anyway.

“There you go.” Briar patted gently at the mud at the base of the checker-mallow’s stem. It coated their fingers and palms but they didn’t pay it any mind. It wasn’t quite right. The sediment was just a little different, the temperature was a little cooler than it had been over the past decade, the surrounding plant life didn’t know them, and there was a breeze that smelled like a different kind of pine than what they knew back home. The little plant shivered.

Briar shivered, and their chest felt too tight they almost couldn’t breathe. “Don’t be like that. Your ancestors would have loved this place.”

Perhaps, but Briar couldn’t be certain of that. There was no way to be certain of an impossible hypothetical. The little flower’s ancestors were long gone. Its friends and family stood wilting in a field all the way across the country. They were the chosen one, uprooted and carted into an airplane, deposited in a new field in a new state with new mud and new pine and new everything. No other Oregon checkerbloom had ever taken root in this soil.

Briar sat cross-legged in front of the flower and traced a finger slowly over one of its last remaining petals, still clinging on despite the mountain frost. The shivering slowed, and stilled, and they both breathed a sigh. The tightness in Briar’s chest eased just the smallest amount. It didn’t matter whether or not this was possible, or whether or not anyone had tried. They were there, and they had to do their best.

They glanced around at the little valley they had chosen. The morning marine layer was still making its way over the seven peaks of mountains Briar couldn’t name yet, the fog slowly giving way to a breeze that tossed the tall grass around them. One of the mountains towered to their left. It almost looked like Mount Stuart, if they squinted. The ground was wet enough that the mud dripped off their hands when they pressed them into it. They couldn’t hear anyone, but the occasional whir of an airplane passing high above could be heard.

There was a lot to be learned about their new home. There was a lot Briar would have to apologize for, a lot of compromises to be made, a lot of discussions to be had as they moved forward. Their hands weaved through the tall grass and they made a promise to share, to never overwhelm. They would have to explore properly once the checker-mallow didn’t look quite so pale. Maybe there would be another Leshy poking out from behind the pines.

Maybe the two of them wouldn’t be alone. They let it be quiet for another moment, two moments, and found their hope once more.

“It’s going to be okay.” There was a soft certainty in their voice, something Briar would cling to until the moment they couldn’t anymore. “Just…don’t be invasive, okay?”

The little flower shook, a laugh, and Briar smiled bright for the first time since they’d uprooted their everything and moved across the country.

[notninani]

stupid idea ends in stupid doodles

Extra:

[estigmxs]

Las peores decisiones las tomamos estando tristes, pero las mejores, también.

El dolor siempre será necesario.

[theroseviolet]

Another drawing that can finally see the light :D

I think I liked this way of making chibis

[zombyaru]

Autism be damned my boy can work a grill

[darymont28]

“Todos estamos solos, no hay nadie que vaya a estar ahí para siempre, por eso el hecho de pensar que una persona te pertenece es una estupidez”.

[ansiedad-incertidumbre]

No me interesa ser tu prioridad, por que tus sueños y tu salud mental deben serlo; prefiero ser tu compañía favorita y tu lugar seguro en el mundo.

[latinotiktok]

GRINGOS DONT VOTE

[signelindoff]

bingo ###

Había un pequeño problema con Signe cuando se trataba de orden: le gustaba hacer las cosas a su manera y que todos siguieran sus instrucciones. Ser la auto-líder y mantener a todos a raya no era un inconveniente para ella, aunque sí para algunos. Un problema para muchos, pero una solución perfecta en su propia visión. Tal vez por eso, en ese momento, se encontraba discutiendo con un anciano que se negaba a respetar las reglas del bingo.—Señor… —dijo con tono paciente, aunque su mirada afilada dejaba en claro que su paciencia tenía un límite—. Si sigue gritando, diciéndole a los demás que ganó y proclamando que este juego es una porquería, tendré que sacarlo. Y créame, no podrá ganar nada si lo hago. Mire, ya casi llegamos al premio mayor. Así que compórtese.—Sin pensarlo demasiado, llamó a otro voluntario, sin importarle en qué área estuviera ni lo que estuviera haciendo.—Hey, tú… ¿puedes ayudarme con esto? —soltó con naturalidad, como un mandato.

[kasiobite03]

oh jaiden

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Based exactas

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[dactesup]

buenos tiempos

[yukiyee-akian]

— Mi pobre niño, ¿qué te han hecho?— Su mirada cálida había sido ensombrecida por la tristeza.

— Mamá, ellos…

Llanto.

Tus rodillas cedieron, cayendo con un ruido sordo sobre la placa de mármol blanco debajo. Lágrimas claras iluminadas por la luz gris del cielo nublado recorrieron tus cachetes sucios de tierra, marcando un camino en su caída.

— Mamá… Ellos me abandonaron… Me dejaron a mí suerte.

Ella se arrodilló a tu altura, agarrando tus mejillas con una delicadeza que ninguno de ellos podría igualar nunca, tocando con la yema de sus dedos las cicatrices en tu cara, cicatrices que no estaban allí cuando ella cuidaba de ti.

— … Véngate, hijo mío…

Véngate.

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No está corregido/revisado, fue solo una idea fugaz que me gustó.

Si quieren hacer/escribir algo con esto, me avisan :3

[ritmos-eternos]

Espero qué este velo nocturno sea mi cómplice, que me ayude a llegar a tus sueños; espero poder entrar y ser parte, aunque sea por unas horas de tu mundo.

Papittafritta

[darymont28]

"Si no soy para ti, si no eres para mí, ¿Por qué tanto lió?"