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i made these jasper and gold filled earrings to sell at a market!! :0

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[tiaramania]

* High Jewelry Tiaras *

Chiquitines Voladores Tiara by Daniela Villegas - multicolored sapphires and jasper set in yellow gold

[lets-try-some-writing]

So for teacher Optimus would there be rumors of him being a cryptid?

Absolutely. Previous part here.

Mr. Pax

The history teacher of Jasper Nevada Memorial High School always was an odd one in the eyes of just about everyone. He always turned up early to the point of it being a little concerning when he arrived before the doors were even unlocked. His classes were always so outlandish yet effective when combined with his homebrewed teaching methods. His mannerisms were strange and he always stayed late to help with clean up. Not to mention he was far more attached to his students than most thought possible.

There were many things about Mr. Pax that were brow raising, but a few key ones stuck out more than most.

He didn't eat, ever. His students watched and watched, looking for any sign that he might consume any sort of sustenance. But no, he never brought lunch, didn't go to the cafeteria, or otherwise consume anything. He didn't take any pills or even drink water for heavens sake! Even on the hottest of days he didn't stop to quench his thirst at all. Not only that but he never looked exhausted physically. He could run a mile and not break a sweat and that was startling.

Students did try to see if they could trick him into eating or just offer him food, but when they did they were greeted with one of two responses. The first was that Mr. Pax would accept the offered food with a kind fatherly smile and return the next day with something even better that was then offered to the student in question. The second response was that he would instead pass the food off to any student or teacher who looked hungry. He never took anything for himself, or at least he didn't eat anything in plain sight.

Of course that was not all. Mr. Pax always looked impeccable. Nothing was ever out of place on him unless he specifically worked to make it so. His clothing never changed much from his long-sleeved turtle neck and jeans with his signature belt. His multicolored hair was always perfectly styled and nothing ever seemed to really upset the peaceful and wise aura that surrounded him at all times. HIs eyes also seemed to have this glow to them that spoke of something more, something ancient.

He also just appeared at times. It was startling. One moment he could be in the staff room and the moment students began to get rowdy he could be in the doorway looking disappointed enough to make even the most aggressive student feel shame. Nothing escaped Mr. Pax when it came to his classes and students. He just knew things about students that shouldn't really be possible simply by looking at them.

It felt like he knew every single one of them personally, which was a tad odd despite how closely they worked with him and adored him. He always knew when the mood in the classroom was somber, and on such days he would sing. It was always a magical thing. His voice echoed and rang out in tones that shouldn't have been possible as he uttered an ancient song in a language long forgotten. Even Rafael could only parse out bits and pieces of the words Mr. Pax sang on those days. But whatever it was he sang, it never ceased to soothe the sorrowful hearts of struggling students.

His voice didn't just have an affect on his songs, no, it also gave him a way with words that could lull a student to sleep or demand attention at the drop of a hat. His way of speech was formal yet so very familiar. How he managed to put so much emotion into his manner of speech was beyond the students he taught. How could any human manage to convey so much in a few simple words? How could Mr. Pax show so much of himself yet also be so very inspiriting at the same time? It was something the students couldn't figure out even if they tried. Mr. Pax had a gift, or more likely some sort of divine gift.

It certainly didn't help their growing suspicions that he spoke of his family in a near mythological sense. He told tales of the old civilization he studied with great love and sorrow, almost like he was there. But that same way of story telling also applied to the rare instances where he spoke of his family. He never gave names, merely titles and spun stories instead of saying things in a straight forward manner. He spoke of his 'little warrior', a young man who was Mr. Pax's son based on what they gathered. The little warrior was told to have been harmed by an enemy cruelly long ago, rendering him songless, or mute based upon what the students could put together. There was also an 'old friend' who was just that, a companion of Mr. Pax who stood by his side even 'when the world burned and we were left to ponder extinction'.

There were others, the 'wrecker' who seemed to be some kind of old war buddy, and 'bluejay' who appeared to be another friend from Mr. Pax's past. They all had their own almost mythical stories so vast and long the students often wondered if these people were but figments of Mr. Pax's imagination up until he brought in something from one of them.

It was all so very mysterious. Thus the more curious students began to ponder and think, quickly coming up with only two possible reasons for Mr. Pax's nature.

He had to either be some fae from another realm walking among them for whatever purpose he had, or he was an Elder One, some sort of god-like entity from a time long gone. Either option would explain his knowledge and his nature. Both would also make his abilities and seeming untouchableness understandable. It made perfect sense, but they needed to prove it. As such the students gathered to try and make sense of their teacher.

There were three groups of students in the Mr. Pax mystery club, along with one teacher who was curious to see what would be discussed. The first group was given one mission, that being to dig into who these family members of Mr. Pax were and try to meet them through whatever means necessary to prove they existed. The second was to attempt to question Mr. Pax and draw more information out of him while testing out different things associated with the fae on him, including the concept of offering names. And the last group was obliged to locate where Mr. Pax lived and then try to figure out if he had powers to see if he was an elder god or something along those lines.

To the students, it was foolproof.

Thus the first group set off with their intent set in stone. They tried hard to convince Mr. Pax to let them meet his family, and to the surprise of the entire club, he let them. He just brought his entire family to school one day for show and tell and had them tell the class stories. It left the class flabbergasted when the 'old friend' came in looking like he should be a model with orange and white hair all while decked up in medical equipment. He did not look pleased to be there, and possibly due to being another fae, he too did the same things that Mr. Pax did. The 'little warrior' was even more fascinating in that he didn't speak at all and instead signed. He had the same mannerisms and was similarly brightly colored in black and yellow. The 'wrecker' and 'bluejay' did not come, but just seeing two of the four was enough to convince the class that Mr. Pax was either the ruler of a court of fairies with how respectfully his companions treated him, or he was an elder god and these were his lesser wards.

The second group were left similarly shocked when Mr. Pax didn't shy away from their questions and answered honestly, if a little poetically. He spoke of where he came from as if it were a place of magic. Great technological advancement at the cost of civil unrest, corruption greater than any other, slavery, abuse, discrimination. The dots connected rather quickly for the club after meeting Mr. Pax's family. They rapidly came to the conclusion that he must be some sort of deity or survivor of the old civilization he spoke of often. They hypothesized that the 'old friend' and 'little warrior' must be fellow survivors/gods, or were Mr. Pax's offspring gifted with long life. It was the only real explanation they could come up with, especially when team three set off.

Team three tried hard to follow Mr. Pax home every single day for almost a year but to no avail. A yellow sports car or a big red and blue truck would always be waiting to pick him up after school and then would disappear around a corner as if they were never there. When Mr. Pax walked the same thing happened. He would just vanish like air the moment he was out of sight. No matter how fast team three tried to go, Mr. Pax somehow managed to stay ahead and even smiled back at them at times before vanishing. It drove them up the wall with irritation, but in the end they reported back and the club came to a consensus.

Mr. Pax and his family were obviously some sort of mythical beings and they were to be respected. Best not to dig too deep into it.

[markrosewater]

Hey mark. Y’all in R&D infamously “avoid doing two-colour creatures which could be done in a single color”, like a creature with flying and vigilance, for example. I am not rehashing that argument, because I fully understand why the answer to that question is GB (although since vigilance is allowed in blue now that means that the UB option that was wrong at the time now is also a correct answer). That said, I do have some qualms with the premise of that question. We see multicolored cards that don’t need all their colors CONSTANTLY. Just in Thunder Junction, we got:

- Wylie duke, which can be in white or green, and doesn’t need to be both

- Vraska joins up, which can be done in mono green and doesn’t need black

- Selvala, which can be done in mono green and doesn’t need white

- Seraphic steed, which can be done in mono white and doesn’t need green

- Rakdos joins up, which could be done in mono black and doesn’t need red

- Miriam, which could be done in mono green and doesn’t need white

- Marchesa, who can be done in blue or black, and doesn’t need to be both, and DEFINITELY doesn’t need red

- Lilah, who could be done in red or blue and doesn’t need to be both

- Jasper flint, who can be done in Black or red and doesn’t need to be both

- Jem, who could be done in mono blue and doesn’t need white

- Form a posse, which could be done in red or white and doesn’t need to be both

- Breeches, who can be done in mono red and doesn’t need blue

- At knifepoint, which could be done in mono red and doesn’t need black

- Obeka, which could be dimir or izzet and doesn’t need to be grixis

- Vihaan, who could be done in boros and doesn’t need black

- Kirri, which could be in mono green, and doesn’t need red or white

- Yuma, which could be done in mono green (and maybe mono red?) but definitely doesn’t need white

- Olivia, which could be boros or rakdos and doesn’t need to be mardu

- Pest control, which could be mono white and doesn’t need black

I don’t really know what I’m asking, but I just wanted to bring up that unnecessary colors appear on multicolored spells VERY frequently; and I wanted to know if you have any thoughts about this.

That's why I say "we try" and not "we always do". When a multicolor card doesn't have abilities of two colors, we'll tag it in the Council of Colors pass, and the lead designer will see if hey can find an elegant solution. It's not a mandatory thing though, as it's hard to do without making cards extra wordy and clunky. Again, that's why I say "we try" to do it as it's something we do when we can, but often don't do.

[delivish]

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ypiac and werewolf bunny snippets here soon!!

His mom had bought him a fresh pack of multicolored rubber bands for his braces. 

Craig took his time picking out the colors he wanted (green, because green always reminded him of Tweek, and the orange was a no-brainer) and carefully applied them exactly where the orthodontist had shown him. He’d only had the braces for a week or two, and his jaw still hurt a little bit, but the deep ache he’d felt when he first got them had mostly faded, thank goodness. 

Dr. Shue — the orthodontist — had told him that some pain was to be expected, especially in the beginning and after every appointment to have them tightened. He could suck on ice cubes or popsicles or gargle warm salt water until he felt a little better, but above all, he needed to practice good oral hygiene, and Craig had been doing just that. Gargling salt water had struck him as a rather dubious method and was nowhere near as soothing as the popsicles, but, Craig had to admit, it’d worked. Dr. Shue was going to be so impressed with how well he had followed his directions. Dr. Shue was really nice, not at all like the “trumped-up quack” his dad had accused him of being. His mom had told him not to pay attention to his dad; “He’s just mad he had to spend a little fucking money. And on his own kid, at that. What else is new?” 

Craig bared his teeth when he was done, nodded in satisfaction, stuck his hands under the faucet, and ran his damp fingers through his hair to smooth down the flyaways. He was meeting Tweek in the park today, and he wanted to look his best. 

He dressed quickly: a pair of jeans with holes torn in the knees, his favorite Red Racer tee-shirt, a vintage-style bomber jacket with a NASA logo patch sewn on the back that his mom had picked up for 15 bucks at Goodwill. The bomber jacket was at least three sizes too big for him, and he got funny looks whenever he wore it around town, but his mom assured him that he’d grow into it. He had never loved his mother more than he did the moment she pulled that jacket out of the Goodwill bag. Craig started to reach for his chullo hat and thought better of it; spring had officially sprung in South Park. It was still cold enough to see your breath puffing in front of your face in the mornings, but the thick layer of snow that had blanketed the ground for the past three or four months had melted down to dirty slush, and there were hard, green buds on all the trees.

Craig turned to his desk and carefully studied the handful of semi-precious stones he had lined up there with all the aplomb of a sommelier preparing to sample wine. He had gotten a rock tumbler for Christmas and had been tumbling the rocks that had come with the kit for weeks now, polishing them until they were smooth and shiny. Craig picked them up one by one: a chunk of pink agate with milky eyelets, a thumb-sized piece of jasper so yellow it was like holding the sun in your hand, shards of quartz in a rainbow assortment of colors. He picked up the last stone almost reverently; it was a feldspar, ocean-blue, shot-through with swirls of white and green. Craig tucked the feldspar deep in the pocket of his jeans. 

He rode his bike hard to the park, skidding through puddles and crunching over last winter’s dead leaves. Craig slowed when he got to the playground, looked around, and saw Tweek sitting on the swings by himself, slowly kicking his heels back and forth. 

Craig paused. Tweek hadn’t noticed him yet, his gaze absently fixed on something in the distance. Craig gawked at the other boy, his heart slamming in his chest, breathless in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with his frantic bike ride over; he hardly ever got a chance to do this, because Tweek hated when he caught him staring, but gosh, he just couldn’t help himself sometimes. Tweek was so, so pretty — he’d thought so even before the Asian girls started shipping them together, desperate and helpless, filled with a shame that had been entirely his father’s doing. He wasn’t supposed to think other boys were pretty. If he did, he was a fag, and according to his dad, that was one of the worst things you could be. Thomas had come to accept their relationship — grudgingly — but sometimes, when his dad looked at him, Craig could feel him thinking it: fag.

Craig shook off those thoughts, admiring the wild strands of his boyfriend’s platinum blond hair, the way the early morning sunlight turned it to finely spun silver and gold; Tweek shivered like a Chihuahua in a high wind, kind of looked like one, too, with his large, deep-set eyes, but Craig really liked how big they were, how green they were, like chunks of uncut malachite, the way his dark circles only made them more vivid, the way Tweek was tall and thin and stoop-shouldered and angular everywhere, but had the most graceful hands. Tweek was full of contrasts, like holding a bit of unpolished rock in his hands, feeling all the interesting textures. 

Craig took a breath, got off his bike, and rolled it over to Tweek’s spot on the swing. Tweek whipped his head around, wide-eyed with panic, saw him, and relaxed by turns, gradually unclenching his jaw and lowering his shoulders. Craig smiled. Tweek didn’t, but that wasn’t unusual. 

“Hi, sweetie,” he said. Craig had a bunch of pet names for Tweek: sweetie, pookie, muffin, pumpkin (never baby or babe; he wasn’t sure why, it just didn’t feel as interesting). He liked the way the names felt in his mouth, the way they rolled off his tongue, filled with endearment: sweetie, sweetie, sweetie. 

“Hi — hi, Craig,” Tweek murmured. 

[jasper-pagan-witch]

what advice do you have for beginners of MTG both in the game itself and for magical/divination purposes?

(it’s okay if they’re the same advice)

please and thanks dear wizard

Overall:

Find a color that suits you mechanically. Each color, at its core, is good at a few things:

WHITE: life gain, damage prevention, vigilance, untapping permanents, combat, protection, enchantments, toughness increase effects, creature tokens, exiling, board wipes

BLUE: card drawing, counterspells, stealing permanents, library destruction, mimicry/copying, shapeshifters/morphology, power reduction, returning permanents to hand ("bouncing"), tapping and untapping permanents, evasion/unblockable/stealth, illusions/nonreality, technology/"artifacts matter", time manipulation, taking extra turns, hexproof

BLACK: discarding, reanimation/digging in your graveyard, evasion, first strike, regeneration, lifelink, sacrifice, life loss, creature destruction, weakness/power and toughness decrease effects, parasitism, removing counters

RED: card draw, combat, direct damage, firebreathing/power increase effects, haste, sacrifice at the end of turn, land and artifact destruction, mana ramping, randomness (such as coin flips)

GREEN: animating artifacts, anti-flying, artifact and enchantment destruction, enchantments, card drawing, creature tokens, fight (not related to combat), land destruction, luring/making things block your attack, mana ramping, playing additionall lands, mana fixing, shroud and hexproof, regeneration, temporary growth/power and toughness increase until end of turn effects, trample, uncounterability, untapping, venom, poison, deathtouch

Any color can do just about anything, but that doesn't mean it's good at it. Generally, when you're first learning, you want to stick to what two overlapping colors are good at.

I recommend taking a browse through the Color and Multicolored pages on the MTG wiki (but using a Breezewiki mirror so that Fandom isn't so damn hard to read) to see what appeals to you most. It'll also let you learn more about different mechanics and keywords. I recommend keeping it simple to begin with.

I also recommend immersing yourself in a pod of MTG players. If you can't access any in person, then feel free to come join us in the Magecraft Discord server! We're willing to help out.

The game itself:

Were this back in the mid-2010s, I'd recommend picking up a 60 card precon deck. Nowadays, all of the precon decks are Commander, which is a very popular format but not necessarily beginner-friendly.

Start learning the vanilla game (60 cards, no more than 4 of the same name except for Basic Lands, etc; we call this "Kitchen Table Magic" and it is not an officially-sanctioned format, but it's how most people play the game) and then get into more specific or different formats from there. If you're just starting out, you don't really need to worry about what cards are banned, but that gets a little more important when you get into formats like Limited, Commander, Pauper, and so on.

NEVER learn the game through the official rulebook. That is objectively the worst way to learn.

Magically:

*opens jaw and my MTG resource post falls out*

*reaches into a hat and pulls out @strixhaven-biblioplex and sets them down in front of you*

*points at literally any resource that talks about using literal cards, such as tarot, oracle, playing, or Clow, in magic and divination*

In short:

There's a lot to learn when you're coming into this game. I'd even argue it's one of the most overcomplicated trading card games out there once you get into the hot mess that is "any creature with more than three lines of rules text".

If all else fails, Murder is a great go-to card.

~Jasper

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs are given a bag. Inside is the thing they desire most- even potentially something intangible, like a potion that could restore their childhood innocence, or their pet that died 15 years ago. What do they pull out of the bag?

Oooh, fascinating! This is a good one...

Rae: Pulls out a huge dictionary of world languages, where upon reading it she will absorb the knowledge of any language she reads about. It's maybe not what she wants most in the world, but she's overall pretty happy and it was the first thing she could think of.

Robin: Pulls out a series of small charms - the sort that can be affixed onto a bracelet or necklace, or tucked in a wallet - that will offer protection to whoever keeps them on their person. She gives one to each member of her family, as well as Peter and his mother. She wants her loved ones to be safe, above all else.

Madison: Pulls out a pair of glass knives - the knives her father made for her, but intact and as sharp as they day he made them, without all the years of wear and tear. Included also is a letter from her parents, telling her they're still proud of her and don't blame her for what happened to her brother. She doesn't quite trust the letter, since she's pretty sure it's just a trick of the magic, but she puts the knives up on her wall so they'll never get damaged like her first set of knives did.

Ophelia: Pulls out a small vial of orangeish, cloudy liquid. If or when she drinks it, it will give her a set of superpowers of her own - superstrength, accelerated healing, enhanced reflexes. It's nothing extreme, since so much of herself comes from what she's built herself, but it'll let her keep up with the others without having to keep up with her rigid training and constant upkeep.

Jasper: Pulls out a small tub of lotion - when they apply it to Kyle's scars, the scars disappear along with any itchiness or discomfort they caused him. It leaves him feeling more like himself than he has in years, and there's nothing that brings Jasper more relief than to see him as happy and comfortable as he used to be.

Kestrel: Pulls out a normal-looking nametag, with the name "Kestrel" scrawled across it in permanent ink. Confused, they peel it up and stick it to their shirt - it disappears in a flash, but Kestrel suddenly feels settled into their body, like they don't have to fight hard to maintain their who they are anymore.

Katherine: Pulls out a small, moon-shaped charm, that she will later affix to a silver bracelet. It will allow Ahk (or anyone else in the museum) to walk in sunlight safely as long as they wear it, so they can enjoy the sunshine and a few normal days

Quinn: Pulls out an IV bag filled with slightly cloudy liquid. When she has Five (the resident doctor) hook her up and start a drip, the liquid knocks her out like anesthetic... but when she wakes up, she's pain-free and her back and legs are completely healed to the way they were before her fall.

Eris: Pulls out a set of dog tags, identical to the ones Rick wears around his neck. As long as Rick wears them, he won't age, and his wounds heal at almost the same speeds as Eris' own - he's not a metahuman, the powers are still tethered to the tags and he can remove them at any point to live a normal life (his life will continue from the point he removes them, the age won't catch up to him Mother Gothel-style or anything), but it'll give Eris the extra years they want with him if he chooses to wear them.

Nikoletta: Pulls out a necklace with a charm that looks like a crystal ball. When she puts it on, the crystal ball appears to fill with black smoke. When Abner puts it on, the ball fills with swirling, multicolored light - it temporarily removes any metahuman powers or abilities, including all side effects, without any ill effects of its own.

[heedra]

30 (AMA): What are some of your fave minerals/gemstones

I really like a lot of "false minerals", like amber and fordite, that have biological or anthropogenic roots; I also really love multicolored jaspers, especially bumblebee jasper!

[resisteverything]

I'm going to rewrite Steven universe. Part 1: pearl.

Pearl is the character I felt was the most hurt by Rebecca Sugar trying to outsmart herself. I love her, but her entire character concept was accidentally ruined and they never explored her nearly as deeply as they could have.

I'm going to start at the beginning. She is not rose quartz pearl. She is white diamonds pearl. And her backstory is like this. As a diamonds pearl, she knows all the other diamond pearls. But she has a special bond with pink diamonds pearl. Until one day pink diamond has a violent outburst and hurts pink pearl, causing her body to crack. This outburst also causes her to fall off of some platform down to earth, ending up in imperial Japan.

She stays there for a while waiting for white diamond to find her. She discovers swordplay and becomes deeply interested in it. They offer to give her her own sword, but she refuses. After a few days she reluctantly takes a sword and starts to train. She becomes a prodigy at it and eventually becomes one of the best sword fighters in the city, and finds a sense of liberation in it that she had never felt before. But she still waits for white diamond to come back. Until white diamond comes back with Jasper, specifically in the form of a puppet pink pearl.

Pearl is horrified by this, and when they try to take her she panics and slashes Jasper in half, poofing her. She fights puppet pink pearl to try to poof her so she can form a new, not controlled body but in the end they're both poofed. Pearl forms a non-white multicolored form, but pink pearl takes on a form that looks like a puppet. Pearl tries to convince her to leave since she deserves better than the diamonds, but she rejects her help. Pearl asks if Pink will tell white diamond where she is, and Pink says she'll say pearl got away while she was poofed.

Then Pearl wonders what she will do with her life now, and decides that since she's now a warrior pearl, she must be a pearl to a warrior. Then she comes across Rose Quartz and after learning about the rebellion offers to pledge herself to her. Rose is bothered by this, but accepts it because it's what Pearl wants and chose for herself.

Now she actually is a renegade pearl. This also improves rose/pink diamonds character since she no longer kept her own personal slave, and adds a level of real anti-hero complexity to their dynamic, rather than Rose being a romanticized slave master. And also space race makes sense now.

As for what will happen afterwards. One, pearl rescuing the other pearls. Maybe blue pearl becomes a singer for a video game, and then we hear her voice in the OST for a video game Steven is playing and Pearl is happy to see it.

Two, her reuniting with pink pearl, having an emotional moment where she helps her live with her trauma, and probably dating her. This would be one of the relationships that define her character, alongside her relationship with rose.

Three, pearl would ask herself hard questions about her relationship with rose. She would find out about the twist with the rest of them, and it would make her wonder what Rose even thought about her and if Rose was liberating her or using her. She would wonder if Rose would have ever hurt her the way she hurt pink, and wanting to know why she did it.

[barbariankingdom]

Late Acheulean Handaxe; from the Eastern Sahara, Africa.

(Multicolored Jasper. H: 122 cm.)

Michel Van den Dries Gallery

[noamuth]

Has Dal made his own jewellery? Does he put symbolism into it, or does he prefer the simple symmetry and beauty of a well-cut stone?

He has! Several pieces he wears, he has made.

Sometimes there is symbolism, especially if a customer has requested it in a commission. He would allow patrons to request certain motifs or shapes, and will even accept stones from them if they have a specific one they wish to have cut or shaped. This made his work a bit more complicated and time-consuming, but gave him an edge over others who only offered pre-made jewelry. He enjoyed it, and takes pride in the quality of his work, which brought customers back again and again.

For himself, Dalamus enjoys the smooth, symmetrical shapes of typical cabochons, and the beauty that comes from the natural colors within the stones that reveal themselves during polishing. He finds putting symbolism in the jewelry he wears, himself, to be mostly unnecessary, but might shape the metal parts of the jewelry into things like daggers, spiders or other animals.

He, personally, finds most faceted gemstones boring. Sure, they are shiny. But where is the variation? What about different shapes? What about multicolored stones? What is the fun of being able to see through a stone, when you could look at and appreciate the natural beauty and variation of the stone itself? Faceted gemstones are best used as accents rather than centerpieces.

Faceted stones are certainly beautiful, but are they interesting? Are they more interesting than the gentle looping bands in malachite? The crack-like lines in jasper? The stippling in gneiss? Dalamus thinks not.

[olaqueenbeeofastrology]

#brooch #vintage

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[the-crustation-sensation]

-I have lived- short story

Ok so my first tumblr post wow

i wrote this story as a narrative for my ELA final but I’m so proud of this piece and I think it needs to be shared!

WARNINGS: sad, mentions of death, mentions of sickness, mentions of spirituality

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The smell of flowers gently fills my lungs as I look to my bedside table, a wilting bouquet of lilacs rests in a dark blue vase.

Lilacs were always my favorite, the sweet smell softening the various sounds coming from the machines hooked to my body, the steady stream of medicine bound to my wrist.

Looking at the gentle rain pattering on the window adjacent to my bed I remember when this all started.

1 year ago i collapsed in my kitchen during Thanksgiving, i woke up in the hospital to my daughter Esther standing next to my bed, head buried in the blanket with misty eyes when the doctor told me about the tumor in my lungs.

That day everything changed, slowly i used the wheelchair more and more. Slowly my legs descended me further into the sheets of my bed, months of rest forming an indent in the mattress, and slowly my daughter left her home to help me. Esther tried, she tried so hard, but i knew i was too far gone, and the hardest part was seeing my daughter cry for me, her husband, and my family crowding around the hospital bed during treatment. My daughter tried to help me, thousands of dollars for the machine next to my bed, and the steady stream of medicine hooked to my wrist.

I know my time is nearing an end, but i do not cry for this, for i do not fear death, i feel my body slowly begin to fade, for she serves me no longer. I do not cry, for I have lived 64 long years, countless seconds, adventures, and moments I remember in my final moments. With a warm sense of joy and nostalgia, i think back to my time as a girl.

i remember kneeling in the cool water of the creek, mud crusted onto my shoes and fingertips as i cupped my hands in the water, watching tiny tadpoles scurry in between the gaps of my fingers.

I remember my best friend, Jasper, how every day we would meet at the muddy creek that ran behind our apartment building, his gap-toothed smile and curly brown hair move through my memories, the adventures we had, the small moments we shared by the creek, in the forest, and sprawled out on his frayed multicolored carpet with comic books we saved all of our allowances to buy.

I remember the sense of wonder I felt in my life, the beauty of the life around me. Feeling the warm sheets under my fingertips, and the cool breeze flowing in from the window. So many days, so many memories, so many experiences I had, and as I pass on, these memories leave with me, faded into the soil, where flowers will be planted next spring.

So much pain, so much joy, the scars of my life painting my soul with a bittersweet embrace. I remember meeting my husband George, how if I hadn't taken a shift that day, we never would have met, the small decisions I thought nothing of, I wonder how it could have gone differently, but I do not resent these days, these sweet days, these painful days.

  Do I have regrets? Plenty, I have suffered, I have laughed, I have lived.

I smile at our time together, the days I got to share with him. And the day I met my daughter, how I was so excited to see who she would turn into, how lucky I was to see her grow, how we lost George when she barely got to know him. The beauty of the cycle, of my consciousness, and how i slowly feel it begin to slip.

so let my mind be at peace, let my body rest, to become one with the grass and the worms, to let my bones be fertilizer for the flowers to grow next spring, i have served my time, my sentence, my life.

 I have existed, and this is not the end, my body will die, and my memories live on with my children and their children's children. I will be here, I will still exist, I will be at peace, and I will live again. I have scars, pain, and regrets, but they do not serve me anymore. At last, I am ready, not to forget my life, but to grow into another. I never achieved greatness, but I achieved prosperity. I appreciated the air I breathed, the ground beneath my feet, the blood running through my veins.

Slowly I turn back to the window as the rain clears away, washing away yesterday, and making room for tomorrow

Finally, i close my eyes and see darkness all around me 

I am at peace.

Before i open my eyes again, i see a blinding light, and cry

I am reborn.

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A/N

this was inspired by my nana, when I was little she had severe dementia and came to live with us in her late nineties. Sadly she ended up dying in her sleep when I was about 7, the few memories i have of her are good, and my dad tells me that she would have moments of clarity whenever I was with her, she ment a lot to my dad and I wish I could have known her longer, known her when she was really herself.

i wanted this piece to convey the theme of death not being the end of your existance, and that thoose who have died are still with us.

Anyways i hope y’all enjoyed! I’m open to feedback and constructive criticism, but please be kind :D

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[BuddyRhodes]

A frown on Buddy's face? Something but be seriously wrong for them to actually be upset for once. It was hard not to notice it when Rhodes answered the phone, the two having their usual video chat

"Hey Rhodes, has Charlie said anything to you recently?"

The worry in Buddy's voice was obvious,

"It's just, ever since that day you gave me lil France, Charlie has just been, weirder than normal - even more quiet and sad," Buddy points out, "I try and talk to him at school but he's sorta just blanking me, like, he just gives really short answers and won't even look at me...and he keeps avoiding us on the weekend!"

Buddy looked defeated, like they were out of ideas,

"I managed to talk to Jasper and Maple, but, they just told me to give Charlie time but won't tell me what happened," Buddy sighs, "I'm really worried somethings happened Rhodes...Charlie hasn't like, told you about anything that's going on, right?"

Buddy pouted at Rhodes response.

"I guess I just figured because we're his boyfriends he'd tell us about that sorta stuff..." Buddy paused, "You did tell him about it, right?"

| Muse interaction

Rhodes was sat on his bed phone sat beside him as he was busy taking out everything he needed, a gift bag, some tissue paper and a small little box. Looking over it a moment as it took the lid off to look over the sliver charm bracelet. Rhodes knew he find something more to Charlie's liking and he was right coming across a series of hand made charm bracelets and even better one with a Elvis theming. Setting the lid back on top he set it in to it's own gift bag meant for Charlie. Rhodes had a lot of hang ups going into this but he had to say he was feeling pretty good about it in this moment. Sure he hadn't really get to spend any more time with either Buddy or Charlie but he make up for it this weekend. Not to mention get Charlie's own gift to them since he hadn't be able to before. Rhodes hummed allowed to the song playing from his headphones he was wearing around his neck. The ear covering flipped so they would be more like a speaker hanging around his neck.

Going so far as to pull out all the blue tissue paper from the multicolored pack he had bought. Grabbing at the centered of the sheets and giving a quick and fast flick of his wrists so they were nicer looking and easier to set into the bag. He lowered that bag down once he was all finished with Charlie's little gift. Even if he had actually gotten sick after eating at that grease trap. Rhodes ended up having to bow out from the rest of the weekend and just stayed in bed. His mom pointing out this is why he shouldn't have ate all that bad food. Making up some herbal tea to help 'expel' that toxins from it out from his body. And to his request a very green drink that might as well just been nothing but grass and dirt. But it tasted so much better in his mind. Despite the fact Rhode would eat the exact same from from anywhere else that was Hamburger Hippo. But Rhodes failed to see why that fact mattered.

He set the bag down to the floor beside his bed before falling back, stretching out he just soaked in the comfort of his bed. Keeping his phone near by because he knew Buddy and Charlie would be calling soon for their usual video call. They video called pretty often more than a normal call, just a little way to be together he figures. Why he had to make sure the gift was square away thinking about it he let a leg drop off the side of his bed and carefully pushed it under so to keep the rooster from being able to spot it. Charlie may be expecting a gift since Buddy got one but Rhodes still wanted them to be a bit of a surprise after all. When the ringer went off he sat up right away and took a second to use the bit of refection he could make out from the screen to make sure his hair wasn't too messy from laying down. Accepting the call he waits for the cameras to connect before saying anything only to notice Buddy's frown?

"Hey up sunshine looking kind of cloudy today?"

"Hey Rhodes, has Charlie said anything to you recently?"

"Uh?" Rhodes took a moment to think about that, actually the last time he recalled speaking to Charlie at all was when he asked Charlie to come with him to Hamburger Hippo. He hadn't really spoken to anyone after due to feeling like he on his death bed afterwards. Rhodes tend to talk to the two them all the time but as he swiped to look at his messages, he did pay attention to the time stamp. When Charlie agreed to go with him so it's been awhile. And he barely noticed due to having a case of death. "Mm no I haven't heard from the big guy why?" Rhode did also notice Charlie hadn't phone in to join the call either. Something wasn't right here. Charlie wasn't really one to be late with out a text? and Buddy wasn't one to well ever frown. Recently uh? Has Buddy not see him at school? Maybe Charlie got sick too? they ate more if Rhodes was dying Charlie had to be worse off.

Luckily he would get that worry brushed away though the returning news wasn't any better to hear.

"It's just, ever since that day you gave me lil France, Charlie has just been, weirder than normal - even more quiet and sad,"

"Has he?" Rhodes answered with, in all fairness he didn't see them all that much outside on the weekend, why Rhodes couldn't wait for Summer break he be able to spend more time with both of them and his mom.

"I try and talk to him at school but he's sorta just blanking me, like, he just gives really short answers and won't even look at me...and he keeps avoiding us on the weekend!"

Rhodes went to their group discord where they all talked the most together. And yeah Buddy had a point anything they tried setting up Charlie kept backing out from. One excuse after the other that wasn't a good sign. Sure Charlie's a quite guy but not like this not at all like this?

"I managed to talk to Jasper and Maple, but, they just told me to give Charlie time but won't tell me what happened," Buddy sighs, "I'm really worried somethings happened Rhodes...Charlie hasn't like, told you about anything that's going on, right?"

Rhodes took a moment to think, was Charlie acting off when they hung out? He was too busy complain about the food. He was aware of his own dramatic but Charlie never seemed to mind that about him. So couldn't been all of that right? He invited him to eat with him Charlie wasn't picky like Rhodes was either so that couldn't be it either. Charlie seemed well like his usual self the whole time. Rhodes leading the conversation mainly between them but that was normal to. Though Charlie did seem to get a bit more so after he admitted why he wanted that jellyfish so badly that he order so many of those damn kid meals. Well he had a gift for Charlie lined up hell it was under his bed.

But even that seemed not right, Charlie's not like that after one to be mad over not getting a gift when someone else did. So, it wasn't the gift per say right? His lack of an answer might have been enough of a response for Buddy as they continued to voice their worry. But he answered anyway.

"I dunno Bud's Maple and Jasper may have the right idea, I mean ya can't make someone tell ya something after all. I mean I knew you guys for a few months hell you met my family before I finally told you about my Dad selling off my stuff." Buddy didn't seem to like that answer but forcing Charlie might not be a good idea.

"I guess I just figured because we're his boyfriends he'd tell us about that sorta stuff..."

"I know I know and I'm sure he will" Rhode answered thinking Buddy's pause was more an end to their thought.

"You did tell him about it, right?"

"Tell him what?" Rhodes answered back with it took a few more second for things to fall into place. Charlie wasn't upset he didn't get a gift he was upset because neither of them told Charlie how they felt about him! Rhodes hopped off his bed and started to scramble for his shoes, and wallet. Looking at the clock he vaguely knew the bus route if he ran he make it to the stop just in time. "we fuck up Buddy!" Rhodes wasn't taking the full blame here. "Look it's gonna take me like thirty minutes tops to get into town, it'll be faster if I just ride into the middle of the city not far from your Dad's coffee shop. You might get there before me but wait it's best we find him together, though he likely just at his place but still." Rhodes starts to talk already in motion only pausing to grab the gift bag for Charlie. Guess it's an apology gift now. Rhodes was out his room ignoring his step mom when she got after him for slamming the door against the wall. "Just start heading there and well get to Charlie and sort this all out alright?" Rhodes hung up easier to run when he didn't have to also talk.

Man he knew he would be bad at this whole relationship stuff he just thought it take longer before he fucked up.