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If anyone still cares I'm back @sighfineillcomeback

Good Bye

I'm just letting everyone know that I've decided to leave tumblr It was a good run for awhile, but it's not making me happy anymore. I've had this blog for nearly five years, in fact I made this blog only seven months after joining tumblr in January of 2015.

I know I've left some stuff unfinished on here and if anyone wants to continue it feel free.

Goodbye everyone it's been a good run.

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Good Bye

I'm just letting everyone know that I've decided to leave tumblr It was a good run for awhile, but it's not making me happy anymore. I've had this blog for nearly five years, in fact I made this blog only seven months after joining tumblr in January of 2015.

I know I've left some stuff unfinished on here and if anyone wants to continue it feel free.

Goodbye everyone it's been a good run.

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Loki: Why do I keep you around?

Thor: Because the alternative would be developing a conscience of your own.

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My arms sore, but no more than a pulled muscle.

Guess who just got her first covid shot.

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Guess who just got her first covid shot.

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On a different note can someone tell me where the line is drawn between violence and graphic violence, because I really don't know. I've been using "choose not to use archive warnings" for all of my fics because I don't know.

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

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reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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a good and sensible adventure story.

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Everyone seemed interested so here goes, Juicy Bits Fiction pt 1:

She still remembered the last time her mother dressed her hair. It was her fourth birthday and she woke to gathered flowers. Mother had her close her eyes and and sat her facing away from the mirror. When she was finished she turned her around and told her to open her eyes. She had woven all manner of lilies and blossoms into a lovely garland, with her hair braided into it to keep it on her head. Azula had been delighted. Children that age have no concept of garish or gaudy; beauty to them can only be beautiful. When she turned to get a wider view she noticed the flick of her head released some perfume from the flowers. The delicate jasmine and the peppery marigold filled the air around her.

"See these flowers that grew from my love," her mother had said, embracing her in such a way that their cheeks pressed together and taking in the starry-eyed child's reflection, reciting it from some story. "See now how I dress you in their petals," and she punctuated the quote with a kiss on the girl's temple.

She had run through the corridors, hoping to show her father the sweet-smelling crown. Looking back, she should have realized his posture and face reflected a sour mood, but then she was a child of four. She grabbed his hand and shook her head that he may better smell it, but he didn't draw her close or remark in surprised joy as she was used to him doing. He untangled himself from her tiny fingers and said: "You're flicking petals everywhere, my dear," as he swept a small mess of them off his sleeve.

That was the first, and not the last, time she'd heard him call her "my dear" in a stern tone. How empty it felt. He hadn't even kissed her forehead as he had made his custom. He barely even looked at her.

She walk back to her room then, suddenly burdened. Something she would come to know as shame weighed down on her and she started to unbraid her hair from the woven flower stems. Her mother found her, and seeing the beginnings of tears, helped undo the fastening braids and and apologized for not realizing that the flowers made her eyes itch. She had told her, in an effort to make her feel better, that the cook had finally relented and made ginger candies.

"They were always my favorite," she'd explained, "even since I was little as you. They're soft and sticky and you can even have one with breakfast."

But that candy had been left untouched. She didn't want to play with her brother or hear any stories. When she held the wreath, wondering why the flowers weren't worth the mess the petals made, her hands grew hot and she set it aside so they wouldn't burn. She kept it hidden in a drawer and the flowers dried. Years after that day she would look at it to remind herself that she was not her mother. She didn't make things that left messes and let them run free. It should still be hidden in that drawer, she thought to herself.

But here her mother was, on another birthday, having convinced everyone that restraints were unnecessary, pulling her hair back in an elegant, if provincial, way. No itchy flowers this time.

She had even come offering the same promised sweets as all those years ago, but this time they were made by her own hand with the help of her other daughter. They were rolled in a mixture of sugar, cocoa, and flour to prevent sticking.

"These ones are made with hot peppers?" she asked her mother, hovering her hand over one plate.

"Yes," she answered. "The ones in the middle are plain ginger and the ones on the other side are peach."

The flavor was sweet and spicy enough to surprise her, with just a touch of rich bitterness from the cocoa. She reached for another and her mother chuckled.

"Zuko and Kiyi like the peach ones more, but the hot pepper ones were always my favorite too."

"Well, it sounds like they have subpar tastes," she retorted, popping the next pepper ginger candy in her mouth.

Her mother tried to hold her reaction back, but a small "I shouldn't be laughing at that" sound escaped her in spite of it and the pressed lips betrayed a small smile in her reflection. Eventually, she quietly admitted, "I suppose, as long as we don't say it to their faces."

Azula realized something just a moment later. This warmth was not the joy of turning one enemy against another. It was gentler than that, and not nearly as dark or bitter. She made her mother laugh. She inspired laughter that was not spiteful or condescending, but full of fondness. Laughter at the idea that such little differences could be considered flaws or weaknesses.

For the first time in as long as she could remember, her mother smiled at what she had to say.

It was almost as if a curse had been lifted

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Long story short, Caesar ends up uploading his conscious to an AI unit when he dies. He totally can since AI is his specialty. “Death is a social construct” lol.

He also did this so he can spend more time with his brother.

Probably even helps out a lot when it comes to inquiries. (Kinda like Mimir’s head from God of War)

He can also travel to other devices and can even be transferred via USB.

Also first attempt at drawing future Rex ;w;

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Generator ‘we promise this isn’t a horror show’ Rex

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Rex: never microwave a capri sun

Caesar: what did you do

Rex: I microwaved a capri sun

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Rex: there’s and old man in nothing but his bathrobe in the middle of the street

Rex: everyone is having to slow down so he doesn’t get hit

Rex: he’s doing kung fu on the car ahead of us now. And I repeat, he is in nothing but his bathrobe

Rex: scarred for life dude.

Rex: Caesar is using his more colorful words. We’re crawling at 5mph

Rex: shit now the guy is karate chopping our car

Rex: sending you a video of Caesar yelling at him.

Noah: no don’t I’m crying of laughter

Noah: was sitting in one of my parent's meetings. they kicked me out

Rex: wow, he’s flexible

Rex: the guy is trying to climb onto the hood. Caesar is laying into the horn.

Rex: Caesar is asking me to intervene. I will not.

Rex: such language, Caesar. We’d be able to buy a steak dinner with the amount he’ll be donating to the swear jar

Rex: he just called Caesar ‘Clarence’

Rex: deliberately mooned us. Is doing kung fu in the car behind us now.

Rex: it’s just like Austin Texas all over again

Noah: you and I remember Austin very differently

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Caesar: how’s the mission going

Rex: terrible I want to stab everyone here

Caesar: ok, just don’t get any blood on your jacket

Rex: you really shouldn’t be condoning this

Caesar: don’t tell me how to live my life

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Caesar: when I was 7 I started putting that fake snow stuff in plastic sandwich baggies and giving them to all my friends and more and more kids would come to me asking for snow and one of the kids parents found it and thought it was cocaine

Caesar: so they called the police on us because they literally thought a 7 year old had created an underground drug distributing system

Rex: wow

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Holiday: why is Rex’s tongue burned

Caesar: he licked a waffle iron

Rex: I didn’t know it was on

Caesar: neither did I

Holiday: why on Earth would you lick a waffle iron?!

Caesar: I may have dared him

Rex: and I saw crumbs

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Caesar: I’m sitting at the kitchen table eating my rice as I write a report when Rex comes in, opens the fridge, grabs a two litre bottle of lift, says “I really shouldn’t drink this” and then tries to down the whole thing.