loll tonight ive had like a mini seizure every singlr time ive tried to fall sleep and i went to the hospital and they just looked at ne like an fucking alien and told me to leave after doing nothing.
i love being alive in america so much thiscountry jas NEVER failed me & left me feeling like the only good thing i can do for myself is die
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21/07/2023
today's bunnies are birthday boys !
cakeless version so you too can make them look at whaever you'd like o/
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9.2k wordcount for chapter 3, featuring more set up, some heavy handed chess and apple symbolism, and burgeoning plot progression
The Associate Crow Lord brought the mail in breakfast, which was an overall normal occurrence. Most of the time, none of them received any mail except for Ezran, which Opeli would swiftly put in a stack off to the side to be addressed post-meal, but occasionally there had been a couple of letters for Callum, largely in communication with officials from Xadia about certain texts or magical items he could get his hands on for studying purposes. A few times there had been proposals from other noble families that had snuck through, but those had been returned unopened even before Rayla had come back, and he certainly wasn’t going to open them now.
There was the usual assortment for Ezran, maybe a few more than usual, and then the Associate Crow Lord nervously held one out to Rayla. “For you, uh, my Ladyship.”
It was a title that had been bestowed only after the wrongful arrest, and Callum knew the only reason Rayla didn’t scoff was because she was too surprised.
“For me?”
“Is it from Evenere?” Callum asked. The seal looked Lux Aurean gold, not Evenerean green.
“No.” Faint, familiar light emitted briefly from the parchment as she opened it. “It’s from New Aurea.”
“Already?” Ezran inquired. “We just wrote them yesterday—”
Rayla shook her head, eyes quickly scanning the letter. She went paler with every word and Callum did his best not to stare; he’d never seen her like this. Fearful, yes, but not frightened . “No. They’re... they’re asking me about a Moonshadow folktale. It’s nothing.”
It was not nothing, but Callum wouldn’t push it. Not in front of everyone.
“If you say so,” Ezran said a tad uncertainly, sighing when he turned his attention to the stack of scrolls in front of him. He looked to Opeli. “Nothing from any of the elven representatives of the dragons yet, either?”
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Not going to lie testosterone neutered me . I don’t care anymore I’m not interested. Very strange.
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Not Gu Won asking if he has permission!!!!!
I AM NOT OKAY!
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the problem w the biweekly traumadumping on your friends discourse is I feel like ppl have different definitions of both what traumadumping is and also straight up what a friend is so we have ppl arguing about like 4 different situations at minimum and it goes nowhere
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Blitzbee proposal fic with a ringpop.
that’s it, that’s the post.
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it is not lost on me that bad has been the one lately going around and taking care of the other eggs when it's been late and no one has been on to take care of them. I haven't been watching his streams so I'm not sure what he says about it when he goes, but I can only imagine the stress he has. one of the few single parents on the server, doing everything on his own to take care of dapper, and then taking the incentive to take care of the others as well. because what other option is there? sit there and watch them die? after three of their siblings have?
not on his watch.
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