Creator: me :)
word count: 478
notes: Implied character death.
Basically, sometimes Cross has dreams that he’s living in a past timeline, and wakes up after he died in that timeline, and he’s unsure of his reality for a moment.
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He gasped, sitting up straight as he started at the empty training room.
He remembered taking a seat, just for a rest, but he must have fallen asleep.
“Damn it,” Cross groaned, trying to stand up. “I forgot to stretch.” He was sore.
But that was just a distraction. A distraction from the countless lives he just witnessed. Memories he didn’t experience. Times he never lived. Moments he never saw.
Deaths he never really felt.
How many timelines were there? At least ten… right?
Each time… he was overwritten. Sometimes painlessly, suddenly, without his knowledge. Other times though… not so much.
He was not hurt. He didn’t feel pain, but dream-Cross didn’t know that. Dream-Cross felt that pain. Felt that fear. Saw the blood. Witnessed the death. Faded into nothing.
Even when he woke up, completely physically fine, everything within him was screaming something was wrong. Something wasn’t functioning. Something shouldn’t be.
He shouldn’t be alive
He just died.
Or at least… that’s what he thought.
But looking around, trying to remember his techniques, the more he saw that wasn’t true.
The training dummies, the powered off lights, his own hands, the windows leading to the rising sun, his daggers tossed away on either side of him.
His light weight training clothes, the training room floor beneath him, the cold concrete wall behind him, his soul beating in his own chest.
Pots and pans clanging in the distance. Killer’s loud voice occupying it. The sound of his own breathing.
The reminisce of dirt and dust lingering in the air, faint hints of breakfast wafting in.
Blood.
He could taste blood in his mouth.
Wait….
No he didn’t.
That was morning breath.
He needed to wash up, a new day had started already.
Cross sat there a moment more, replaying what he thought was reality, over and over again in his mind.
He was dying. He did die. Didn’t he? Countless times. Over and over. Timeline after timeline.
Those were him dying.
He wasn’t just dreaming. He was remembering.
He did die. He has died. He was dead.
But… then how could he see the training room get flooded with light so easily as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feel the dirt between his fingers as he was reminded it was chore-day today. Nightmare walking downstairs to the kitchen in the old, creaky castle. The reminder of the old fluff that he tore out of the dummies last night. A reminder he went to sleep last night.
And he woke up again this morning.
He wasn’t dead.
He was alive.
He was living.
And he had to live today.
He groaned, getting up, sore all over. He steadied himself in the wall and dissipated his daggers.
He gave another deep breath, before he walked.
Walked away, out of the training room, and into his life.
He was alive.
Its come to my attention that a lot of people do not know how to deal with a hot car in summer. A lot of people will get back to their car, after hours of it being parked in the full sun, and will open the door to be blasted in the face with furnace-level temperatures, and you'll just clamber in and shut the doors and leave the windows closed and you'll start driving that thing, and you'll wait for the air-conditioning to battle and overcome the heat.
Thats. Insane to me.
The inside of a car can get up to 40°C/104°F hotter than the outside temperature. Why would anyone get inside that????? It's gonna take your air-conditioning at least half an hour to combat that and bring the temperature down to something even remotely reasonable, and in the meantime you're sitting there risking heatstroke.
Now, I understand that it's currently winter in the northern hemisphere, which is where most of this site lives, but a) I'm in the southern hemisphere and today was Lots Of Degrees, and b) y'all should read this now and commit it to memory or queue it to reblog in summer or whatever, because it boggles my mind that some of you get into a car whose interior is literally oven-hot.
So!!!! Some tips!!!!!
Get a sun visor. One of the big ones that goes inside your windshield. You will not believe how much cooler those things keep your car. Get one, use it. Leave it to bounce around in your back-seat on cooler days, but have it on hand for the stinkers. They range in price but two-dollar stores usually have them for pretty cheap.
Leave the windows of your car cracked open. It doesn't have to be much. Literally just the tiniest amount will mean that the heat building inside your car has a way to escape, meaning the interior temp will naturally be kept lower. The larger the opening, the better, but depending on the neighbourhood you're parking in, maybe it would be better to have them open just a sliver. Even the tiniest crack will help. Ever tried warming up an oven with the door open? It doesn't work well. This is the same concept. If there is a way for the hot air to escape, the inside of your car will stay a lot cooler than it otherwise would have.
If you're fancy enough to have an openable sunroof (that's the dream) then leave that open a bit as well.
Youve just gotten back to your car and opened the door, and its hot as fuck in there. Open another door, ideally on the other side of the car, and let the hot air escape. If you can open all four doors and the boot, then thats even better. A bunch of the hot air will flush out. Not all!!! But a lot. Give it anywhere from a few moments to a few minutes, depending on how much of a hurry you're in.
Get in, start the car, open all the windows. Yes, even if you hate having the windows open.
Put the air-conditioning on full blast, and make sure the recycle is turned OFF. This means it pulls fresh air from outside the car (hot, but less hot than inside) and pumps that into the car, further displacing the heat inside the vehicle.
Start driving, still with the windows down. Once you get up enough speed, the force of the air from outside coming in will blast the rest of the excess heat out of the car.
The temp inside the car will now be roughly equivalent to the temp outside the car. Still hot!!!! But MAJORLY less so, and majority more handle-able by your air-conditioner.
Put all your windows up, and switch the air-con over to recycle. This means it takes the air in the car and cools it, then spits it back into the car, meaning that with each cycle, the air gets progressively cooler a lot faster.
If you do this, your car will be a hell of a lot more comfortable a hell of a lot sooner than it would be if you got into a 60°C/140°F cabin and just.... endured that, until your aircon could overcome it.
This post has been brought to you by an Australian who knows not one but TWO people who get into 60°C cars and wait 15 to 30 minutes for their car to drop back down to a temperature that's even REMOTELY tolerable.
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{Self Ship, Fem! Dust Sans x My Sona [Eilidh]} {had to reupload because for some reason it was rated mature when it isn’t at all.}
I love them 🩵
[dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale, my sona Eilidh belongs to me, dividers are either by sister Lucifer or other creators dividers that were reblog and/or like to use, or free to use.]
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what is HAPPENING
Just gonna say I love all kinds of music and try to look for anything really. So uh- yeah- that's all I got to say.
i hate this sites music taste so much its literally Racism The Music Taste site. you guys dont like rap you dont like jazz you dont like country you dont like blues you dont like ska you dont like reggae you cannot CONCEPTUALIZE listening to foreign artists you dont even know what turbofolk is you cant conceive of music existing out of anglosphere you think that mcr is punk and its the end-all of definition of "punk" for you i hate everyone here like WHAT music do you people even listen to what the fuck is left
friends asked me to draw a bee with a binky here you guys can have it too
I don't need to say much do I? I'm against AI mostly as a whole for stealing art and such, as well as writing. It's wrong, and it decreases creativity as a whole. It even pushes people away from their passions, me included. I almost lost motivation for art. But I'll say this, I won't stop.
pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc
against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"
@elizakai yaaa hhem3jjwsnjsi yippeee I did it :D
Went an odd direction with this one but that's how I like goin' 'bout my dtiys(eeven tho I don't really like how it turned out-)
You can barely call these moths tho*squints* they're erm buttermothings😼 the top one looks like a moth though bc I actually used a reference sighs
The more I look at it the worse it gets so I'll just get to posting-
Erm also this this made me pull out my tarot cards again after.. like almost a year :3 XVIII-The Moon(upright) sighsss I lob my tarot cards💞
I'm debating on posting a wiki about a Sans Au I created. It's the only wiki I have rn on any of my Sanses. I'll probably come back and link it here sometime. Which means I have to check Amino again. I find myself not very active on it, but I may use it to create wikis. I'll probably end up moving the wiki over here- and just post it, maybe info dump too.
this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog
Just someone that does drawing, sketching, photography, singing, writing, and character creation; Such as OCS, inspired characters, or head canons. Please do not repost, copy, use in Ai, etc, unless you ask my permission. 20 years
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