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wormwoodandhoney · 1 year
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podcast: of slippers & spindles
for @droo216 & @intelligencehavingfun, inspired by @yourockthebeatofmyheart
for my favorite podcast, from my heart.
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Favorite podcasts: Of Slippers and Spindles (2020-2023)
“Listen, I’ve got a whole other point to make about the fact that this woods is apparently infested with dangerous wolves and they’re sending, like, a seven-year-old in unescorted.”
A message for @droo216 & @intelligencehavingfun under the cut:
Thank you to Drew and Cassie for this lovely little show that reignited my love of fairy tales and telling classic stories in new, original ways. I've learned so much about storytelling, the art of adaptation, and, of course, fairy tales through OSAS, and it's been a welcome distraction through some rough patches in my life. Thanks for the laughs, the wisdom, the heated debates, and for sharing with us your friendship, your open-mindedness, and your passion for stories. Much love to you and yours 💕✨
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droo216 · 1 year
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I haven’t been promoting the podcast on here lately but we posted our 100th episode of Of Slippers and Spindles a couple weeks ago and I’m so proud and amazed and extremely, profoundly grateful.
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spindle-and-nima · 2 months
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Lately he's been utterly transfixed by fuzzy slippers
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royalrebelpropaganda · 6 months
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guys. she did not “almost die to an apple and then named her child apple.” the apple was never going to kill her. she views it, symbolically, as when her destiny really started, because it was when she met the prince and got her happily ever after. it is like ashlynn being named slipper ella. it is like briar being named spindle. stupid, sure, but it’s about how apple was her entire life told by every person that her destiny was going to go exactly how she thought it would, down to her name. THAT is the point. it is nothing at all like being named gun after being shot. stop it.
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grandlinedreams · 5 months
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Hiiii!!!
I love your writings and I had this idea and I hope you can bring it to life <3
Maybe Law x Reader or a Zoro x Reader in a sleeping beauty situation???
Like reader got hit with a devil fruit that makes them fall asleep and they can only be awaken by true loves kiss??
Thank you<333333333
OOOHHH yes but also I picked Zoro for a change of pace and because I love him too so I hope I can do this justice for you in this way!!
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Zoro doesn't believe much in fairytales. He knows full well that the world doesn't work like that ㅡ that it deals in things far harsher than lost slippers and mermaids that turn back into seafoam.
But looking at you laying so still, he can't help but think about one that Chopper likes so much, one he's heard Robin reading to the little doctor in the evening. One of a princess, an evil witch, and a spindle that put her to sleep for years.
But there is no dragon to slay, no castle tower to climb ㅡ just the creak of the Sunny as it bobs against ocean waves, and the soft sound of your breathing. But you are asleep ㅡ that much is true. And because it's a devil fruit effect, there's little they can do besides wait for you to wake up.
"You can try talking to them," Chopper advises, "it might help."
But what can he say? What should he say? He's never been good with words, finds it too hard to get his point across ㅡ his swords make his intentions clear so much faster.
But he wants to try, because he misses you. He won't admit it to anyone else, but it feels a little less bright without you ㅡ his napping spots colder and less comfortable, training lonelier without you curled up nearby to watch him.
"Feels weird without you," he manages at last, reaching to take one of your hands into his. He thumbs at your knuckles, tries not to focus on how limp and cold your hand is. "The others miss you." Pause. "I miss you."
You don't answer, of course, and he doesn't expect you to. He doesn't believe much in magic, either. He sinks into silence, gaze slipping to the stack of books nearby ㅡ left by Robin or perhaps Nami, reading to you earlier this afternoon.
Zoro doesn't believe much in fairytales, but there's not much to lose, is there? At worst, it doesn't work and he can laugh at himself for entertaining something like this.
He leans over you, studying your features, how calm you are in sleep ㅡ and leans in. It's hardly a kiss as far as kisses go, the dry brush of his lips on yours ㅡ but when he leans back, your eyelids flutter.
It's a barely there movement at first, then stronger ㅡ and then your eyes are opening, and you're looking at him. "Zoro?"
He stares. You're awake for the first time in days, and the first thing out of your mouth is his name. (Take that, stupid cook.)
"You're awake," he says, watches your brow knit in confusion at why he sounds so relieved ㅡ and then you yelp when he all but yanks you upright and into his arms.
"Zoro, whatㅡ" He doesn't squeeze you tight enough that it hurts, but it's with enough pressure that suggests that you haven't just been the normal kind of asleep. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He holds you to him, relief in the steady thump of your heartbeat, the tentative wrap of your arms around him in return. His voice is soft, vulnerable in a way he so rarely lets himself be. "Just glad you're awake, that's all."
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violetlunette · 29 days
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The Secret of the Tower
Summary: Malleus has a grandson who is curious about what his grandfather has hidden in the tall tower.
Mallow climbed the winding steps of the forbidden tower, cloaked in shadows from the sun outside.
The tiny dragon prince knew he wasn’t supposed to be here, but his curiosity had gotten the best of him.
What was his grandfather hiding within this old tower? Why did he come here every night? Was it a magic mirror that could see all? Enchanted slippers that led one to their dreams? A powerful lamp that grants wishes? A rose that counted down a kingdom’s final fate? The possibilities were endless!
Still, it wasn’t easy, even for someone like him who carried dragon blood within him. The tower was tall, reaching past the clouds. The steps were thin and close to the wall, meaning every step had to count.
‘If only I could teleport like grandfather,’ the little boy thought, huffing and puffing with every step. Flying would be nice, too. Alas, he didn’t have them. (Though he had hope for the future.)
Therefore, if young Mallow wanted to know the secret his grandfather kept closely guarded, he would have to do it the old-fashioned way—through tenacity.
Had Mallow the observation skills and knowledge, he would have noted that the stones seemed to have been repaired, mended, and even replaced in some spots.
The tower had been around for several thousand years, becoming a known sight in Briar Valley. Often, the roof, shaped like a spindle, was the first sight anyone saw while traveling. (Once, there was a threat of planes crashing into it until Mallow’s grandfather cast a spell to protect it.)
Many rumors and tales surrounded the tower, but no one knew the truth. Hence, Mallow was determined to be the first.
Finally, his efforts were rewarded, as Mallow, at long last, reached the top.
“Huff...huff! Finally! Puff…” Mallow’s face brightened even as he wheezed, delighted that it seemed his efforts would pay off.
Taking a moment to regain himself, Mallow hurried to the thick oak door decorated in gold vines and roses. When he touched it, the roses on the door momentarily glowed red. However, the boy missed them as he was already pulling the door open.
He was met with a room brightly lit by the setting sun outside the large, round windows. In the room was a collection of strange objects that reminded Mallow of something his mother would bring from her travels. There was a training sword hung on the wall with a baton.
However, the main draw was the four-poster bed in the center.
Blue curtains danced in the breeze as if to beacon the young prince forward. Mallow gulped but approached, his curiosity needing to be sated. He hesitated and swallowed once more as he stood at the end of the bed, anxious to see what he might find. Then—he pulled the curtain back.
Mallow’s breath caught in his throat, and his gaze grew.
Lying in a peaceful sleep was a young man with hair that shone like moonlight. His fair skin had a luminescent glow, making the teen appear ethereal. His expression was peaceful as if he were lost in a dream.
Mallow stumbled back in surprise but regained himself through pride.
“Hey...Hey! Who are you?” he demanded loudly. When the teen didn’t stir, Mallow became annoyed. 
Mallow Draconia was a prince! How dare this mere human ignore him and continue to sleep?
“HEY! Wake up! I asked you a question, human!” There was still no response from the sleeping beauty.
Mallow’s cheeks puffed. As a prince and one constantly adored by his family, the young child was not used to being unheeded by others, who often jumped at his word. His shoulders hunched up as his pudgy hands curled into balls. He then stomped, stomped his feet.
He bellowed, “HEY! Do you know who I am?”
He tugged on the blue sheets decorated in gold, demanding the attention he was entitled to as a prince and an adorable child.
Yet, no amount of yelling or whining made the human stir. The only movement from the other was the silver bangs that fluttered slightly in the wind and—if Mallow cared to look close enough—the faint rise and fall of his chest.
Grr…!
Mallow’s soft brow wrinkled in annoyance as tiny green flames blew out his flared nostrils, the corners of his mouth sinking lower. The short fuse of his patience was slowly meeting its end.
“Hey! If you don’t answer me, I’ll set you on fire--”
“He cannot hear you.”
Mallow jumped at the familiar voice. He turned, eyes wide.
“Gr—grandfather?!”
King Malleus stepped from the doorway, his heels softly clicking against the marble floor as he dragged his cloak behind him.
Although Mallow called him grandfather, he did not look it. Rather, he appeared to be a young man, only a touch older than the one sleeping in the center.
His bright green gaze flicked to Mallow’s golden eyes, specks of Malleus’ emerald flame in them. His face became stern.
“Mallow. What are you doing here?” The little boy, subconsciously knowing he was protected by the fact that he was the baby of the family and therefore had no fear of harm, shrugged.
“I wanted to see what was here,” he said as he trotted over. He tugged at his grandfather’s robes. “Grandfather! That human isn’t paying me any respect!” Malleus closed his eyes, sighing in exasperation.
“This is a private place, Mallow,” the king told the baby prince, ignoring the complaint.
“But I wanted to see!” Malleus made a face.
“Your curiosity doesn’t excuse everything you do, Mallow." Even so, he lifted Mallow into his arms and held his grandson close. Any sense of annoyance he had with the boy vanished and was replaced with a warmth that flowed like a stream through the old dragon. Malleus would leave any scolding to be had to his daughter, he decided. It was his right as a grandfather to do so, after all.
After shifting a bit, Mallow peeked over back at the human.
“Who is that?” he asked, desiring to know who would dare to sleep in his presence.
As he looked at the form, Malleus’ content expression fell away, replacing it with regret.
“...That was my first knight and dear friend,” he stated, closing his eyes. “His father hatched and raised me from my egg alongside my own grandmother after my parents died.
“Then, years later, he found Silver and raised him as well.”
“Silver?” Mallow interrupted with a blink. “The one grandpa’s grandpa used to tell us about?” Malleus nodded, trying to keep the somberness down as he recalled the passing of his other knight, Sebek, centuries prior.
“Yes. This is he.” Malleus motioned to the sleeping figure.
Mallow’s face lit with intrigue. The young prince recalled the tales told to him of the Silver Knight, though there weren’t many. (Most of the tales he heard were of his ancestor Sebek and the bat warrior, Lilia, whom his mother was named.)
His head tilted.
“Why is he here?” The question brought shame to Malleus, who hid it well with centuries of practice.
“There...an accident occurred,” he stated after several long minutes. “Silver managed to save myself and everyone involved, but he—he never woke up. He couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t you wake him up?” Mallow said, not believing the possibility that his grandfather couldn’t. Malleus was the most powerful magician in the world, after all. The thought of him NOT being able to do something seemed impossible.
Malleus’ eyes closed before he shook his head.
“I’ve tried,” he said, pain seeping into his voice. “We all did. Lilia, his father, spent the rest of his life trying to find a way. But unfortunately…” The king trailed off, as there were no words he could find to explain his failures to the child.
Mallow glanced back at the sleeping knight, undisturbed by time. He shifted, knowing something was wrong but not understanding what.
“How long has he been asleep?” he asked, hoping asking questions would make the yucky feeling forming go away. Malleus sighed at the endless curiosity of children.
“At least...ten thousand years now,” he said, furrowing his brow, trying to recall if that was correct. Mallow’s eyes widen.
“Wow! That’s basically forever, huh?” The smile Malleus wore was hollow.
“You have no idea.” With that, the king shifted his grandson in his arms.
“Come now,” he said softly. “Lily is wondering where you wandered off to.” Mallow squeaked as Malleus turned.
“But! Grandfather,” he whined. “What about Silver? Will he ever wake up?” The Dragon King looked his age at this question.
“…I have no idea,” he admitted honestly. He hugged Mallow tighter to him. “But I have hope that maybe one day he will.” Then, with a half-hearted glance over his shoulder, he left.
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georgiansuggestion · 1 year
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Inspired by the Classic.
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cannedbabs · 1 year
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MAGIC ITEMS RECOMMENDATIONS NEEDED!
So im writing Bite the Hand that Feeds my Jack Horner x Reader fic!! And I severely need magic items (they are so ridiculously hard to find?? Or think of??) So!! If you can recommend any that’d be amazing ❤️❤️ I have a whole list of ones i already have + the ones in the movie so no copying!!
This doesn’t contain spoilers for the fic btw! Some may not even be mentioned in the upcoming chapter but id love more regardless for future reference! Heres the list of both canon and other contributions
The Phoenix
Gemini Stewart / The Ethical Bug
“Magic Nanny Bag”
Flying Umbrella
“Drink me” potion
“Eat me” Cookie
Fairy Godmother’s Wand
‘Pumpkin’
Excalibur
Poseidon’s Trident
The Magic Carpet
The Shrunken Ship of the Lilliputians
Baby Unicorn Horns
Crystal Ball
Midas’ Touch
Captain Hook’s Hook
Wizard Staff
Poison Apple(s)
Cinderella’s Glass Slipper
Sleeping Beauty’s Spindle / Spinning Wheel
Sorcerer’s Hat
Dancing Broom
Bastet Statue
Enchanted Flower / The Enchanted Rose
Unspecified Magic Potions
Three Musketeer’s Fencing Swords
Mjölnir
Pegasi Wings
Hedge of Thorns
Fountain of Youth
Rumpelstiltskin’s Gold Thread
Evil Queen’s Dagger + Heart Box
Magic Genie Lamp
Rapunzel’s Hair
Flora, Fauna, Merryweather (trapped)
The Singing Harp
The Singing Sword
Dorothy’s Silver / Ruby Slippers
Magic Mirror
The Golden Cap
Invulnerability Stones
The North Wind
An Alchemy Jug
A Golden Egg
Bag of Pixie Dust
Magic Beans
Pied Piper’s Flute
Ark of the Covenant (REALLY iffy on this one I think its HILARIOUS and my mom suggested it)
Mad Hatter’s Hat
He collects magic items from mythology too! Anything is accepted from specific statues to just stupid stuff! Like said anything helps!! Brownie points if he can use it in some shape/form! And like stated these aren’t spoilers unless I can find some use for them later 🤷‍♀️ but right now they’re just decor!!
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Adventures in chain plying featuring my 3D printed niddy noddy and turkish spindle from Snyder. The first lot of yarn on my niddy noddy is an experimental batch I spun up just to get a feel for chain plying, it still needs work before it's done but I'm already super happy at how it looks. For that yarn I spun the single before taking it off to ply.
The chunky yarn is very fun and exciting to spin for a few reasons, first off, it's the first time I've spun super chunky yarn on purpose and it's very different to what I usually spin, I tend to spin reasonably fine so this is a big depature from that. Secondly I'm chain plying as I spin, a technique I learned from watching a youtube video. I need to spin about 150g or so for some crochet slippers to make for my mum, I made my mum a pair a while ago and ever since she's been begging me to make her another pair but I never remember to get the proper yarn so I figured I'd have a go at spinning it myself.
Since I learned to chain ply, I don't think I can ever go back to two ply, three ply is just so much nicer
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saturnsbear · 6 months
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today I feel really good about it all!! things are looking good.. it is amazing just how *fast* things can turn around o_o and i don't know, i just feel like everything is going to be okay.
the problems are all the same, but i can see the possibility for living where i could not before, and i am working on things i care about, the option for getting out of here and supporting myself that landed in my lap that i am trying to nurse into reality is also very meaningful to me in and of itself, even if it were not presented as something that could save me from this.
it's so funny how things come together. the little "glass" slipper i was given as a kid went on the ancestral altar, i miss my great-grandma so much still, it's so very fitting that it'd go on there... along with my spindle, the altar is coming together nicely.
i am not dead yet!! 🎉
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wormwoodandhoney · 2 years
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books read in 2022: the bone spindle, leslie vedder
read for the of slippers & spindles bookclub. join the pateron!
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shmreduplication · 1 year
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recent memes
blorbo, a word that describes every fictional character
goncharov, a movie where anything can bappen because it doesn’t exist
“sorry your boyfriend [had bad but implausible thing happen to him, the type of thing that would happen to Jerry in Tom&Jerry imo]”, a series of unfortunate events that happen to ‘your boyfriend’ kinda as if he was a blorbo
#cecilsweep, where everyone agreed that a man who’s image is unique to each of our own imaginations, is the sexiast tumblr sexyman
vanilla extract, a specific thing that can be applied to any situation, giving it a blorbo-like universality 
they all have a juxtaposition of an extremely vague concept and an extremely specific situation.  And then vanilla extract is the opposite.  So like you could have:
when your blorbo eats the poisoned apple from the evil queen disguised as a crone :’(
remember when in goncharov, goncharov ate that poisoned apple? I loved that part
sorry your boyfriend got tricked by the evil queen, yeah he ate the poisoned apple
and then it’s like: best thing to give to a princess
glass slippers
a room in a tower that she’s locked inside of
a spindle
a poison apple
vanilla extract
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droo216 · 2 years
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✨ New episode! ✨
"Are people born wicked? Or is wickedness thrust upon them?"
We're nearing the end of the Yellow Brick Road! For our final week in The Wizard of Oz Month on Of Slippers and Spindles, Drew and Cassie discuss Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire as well as the 2003 Broadway musical adaptation with a book by Winnie Holzman and music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz, originally starring Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth.
Wicked follows the story of Elphaba, a young woman who was born in the land of Oz with green skin, chronicling her friendship with a girl named Glinda, her antagonism with the Wizard of Oz, and how she became known as the Wicked Witch of the West. The book and the musical are vastly different stories, so after discussing our personal connections to Wicked, we work our way through the plot of the book first and then the musical.
We discuss Maguire's decision to make Oz dark and gritty, the origins of Elphaba's name, some of the book's struggles, Maguire's intentional word usage, Chekhov's gun, some of our favorite quotes and lyrics, No Fly shows, the fun and obvious foreshadowing, Glinda's development, and we end it all by getting super emotional about For Good. Plus, we reveal which fairy tale we'll be talking about for the month of May!
Listen to Of Slippers and Spindles on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, or anywhere you listen to podcasts!
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spindle-and-nima · 2 months
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since we've seen spindle next to a slipper, how big is nima relative to items around your house??
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She refuses to leave the pen and free roam so best I can say is that she is spindle sized 😭
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risenwraith · 1 year
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#56 Twelve things that will get me through Chemo (because I say they will.)
So, the doctors would like me to do six sessions of chemo, but they say depending on how I react (if badly) it may only be four or even two – which obviously is far less satisfactory in the ‘never having to worry about this shit again’ stakes. That means this is going to be an endurance game. I am going to win because my reserves of spite and bloody-mindedness are deeper than the Mariana Trench. Also, because I’m not above cheating, I have a list of charms that will get me through...
Cadbury’s Milk Chocolate Little Bars. (Thin milk chocolate that tastes like childhood.) Do I even know if I can eat these when ill? No idea. Will the simple thought of them sustain me? Yes.
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Several audio books, including: The Locked Tomb Series (utterly mental, only just stared it and it's insane but good), Sandman (amazing AF - the audio is as good as the comics and and better than the NF series, that's saying something), Johannes Cabal (really good fun pulp fiction), Piranesi (so dreamy and strange AF), A Darker Shade of Magic (doom upon magical world-walking doom), Nettle & Bone (not read yet but sounds great), and Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel (Regency magicians. A little Austin, a little historical, a little faerytale, a long read or listen but it will enchant you either way and you'll never be free.)
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Ginger chews for sugar and anti-nausea properties. Also they are tasty and the packaging rocks.
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Anti-nausea wrist bands. It's very basic acupuncture / pressure point without needles, but it works very well.
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Warm socks and flompy comfy clothes (Yes I have those slippers, no I probably won't take them to hospital, but you get my point.)
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Cats, and plush purple cats. Only the small purple ones can come to the hospital, obviously, but I know the real ones will sleep on me as soon as I’m home. (This isn't Spindle or Treacle, I feel I should start some sort of call for all the little Bang On The Door purple long legged cats so I can give them more siblings - seriously please give me all the little purple long-legged idiots.)
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My Spell Coat scarf and paper stars. (If you don't know about Spell Coats, watch the Jim Henson's Storyteller for the aesthetics or read Diana Wynne Jones - you may know her from Howl's Moving Castle, but definitely read The Dalemark Quartet.) The point is, you can weave a story to make it true. This masterpiece was made by the amazing Cassandra-Kate. I shall wear the scarf and hand out the paper stars she crafted to anyone who looks like they need them.
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Protein drinks. Since I have no idea how ill I may feel or how up to eating actual food I will be, I’ve ordered some vanilla flavoured protein powder in case there are days where I have to rely on milkshakes.
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Creativity. When I can paint or write I will. When I can’t, I shall just splat and read or watch films. (I picked the first pic that came up on my hard drive to represent this and I do not recall what sketchbook that came from or wtf I was doing - I don't even think I have it here - but I guess it's sort of valid? Half-dead-alive-girl. Shit.
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Love Nikki Dress Up Queen. A free phone game where you pass challenges by styling different outfits. Very anime cute and pretty. (I’m Bedlam in game if you want to be friends, and my styling association is Witch House which you’re very welcome to join.)
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A new wig or possibly two. Two, in fact. One thanks to Kal and one thanks to DT - I am very grateful for beautiful feathers!
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Coconut water. It tastes like the essence of liquid biscuits - Digestive Biscuits - which if you aren't from the UK won't mean much. Let's say 'healthy cookie water' to you heathens I apparently live with now.
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