I'm SoRrYyYyYy??!!!!!

I wanna sleep on Lady Marshmallow between quests.

I'm hungry. But I don't wanna eat. But I'll eat anyways cause I need sustanance to live another day! Yippee!

Farewell online privacy

my friend told me this funny joke:

"If bread in french is pain, then i own a bakery"

aw. thanks. :}

I dont know who needs to hear this but if your hobby starts to not be fun, put it down. It's a hobby, not a full time job or something, don't burn yourself out on something that should be entertaining. Physically can't bring yourself to draw? Put it down. Bored with a crochet project? Put it down. Dropped stitches while knitting and filled with rage? Put it down. It'll come back to you

Hey Guys,

I know this is very out of the blue, especially since I have been offline this website for a hot minute lol. But I find this to be very important to share:

Please try to listen to this podcast, "The Deck Investigates". Look it up. You can listen to it on pretty much any platform (I hope) or you can listen on their website thedeckpodcast.com.

If you choose to not listen to the podcast, I will not hold it against you. You are your own individual person with your own agency and I acknowledge that. The internet and marketing is very biased atm and I want to make it clear that I do not want to pressure anyone too much. However, I do encourage you to listen to what the hosts and family have to say about this case. It is a seemingly small case with huge holes; representing the so many unsolved and cold cases that could easily be solved if we were able to raise even a little more awareness so we can show how much these cases mean to the families, victims, and surrounding communities.

Anyways, I have to continue being slow here. School stuff is a lot and the amount of work is overwhelming, so I hope no one minds if the silence continues a bit longer. I hope you all have good present moments to counter the bad ones :)

Mine is the shower one

AXIS- Chapter 1

I pushed my way through the forest vines, sprinting as fast as I could towards the city. So close, so close, so close! I thought. Then the heavyweight of someone landed on top of me, and I started hurling towards the ground. As I struggled to find a way to land safely, a stray vine tangled around my foot and distracted me, and I faceplant onto the forest floor.

"You still suck at getting away from me," said a voice from on top of me. "You should be able to, at least, barely dodge me by now." Groaning from the pain, I try sitting up, but the person sitting on my back was too way heavy for me to move a muscle. So, that I immediately failed.

"It's not my fault," I shot back at the voice. "For one, you're a former general of the Eastern Army. So, how can I, a moderate rookie, be able to avoid you like that? And second, get off of me, Ray! You're as heavy as a hippogriff!"

Ray sat up, cleaned up the dirt off me, and heaved me back on my feet. He would've given off my father's aura if he weren't a former general and an airhead. But everything else was like my father. He was strict, vague, and a tough-love sort of guy.

"That's Captain Ray to you," he said. " And one, I don't believe hippogriffs are as heavy as they look. And though you admitted that you're still a little duckling, you've been training for two years. And ever since you started, you've been as slow as ever."

"It's not like you tell me what I'm doing wrong. And to make up for that, I've had to train on my own time." Ray lifted my bandaged arm that I hurt during my training as an example.

"Yeah. And every time you overdo it."

"So what?" I quickly whipped my arm from his grasp. And put my other hand on my hip. "It's not like I'm going to be dropping like a-" Then a yell hurtled down behind Ray and me. When I looked over at the person who fell, my teammate was on the ground nearby, on his back and not moving besides some shallow breathes. Indicating he was fine. "Well, it's not like I'm going to be dropping like Micah." I pointed out. I picked up a stick, walked over to Micah, and poked him with the twig. He loudly moans.

"Stop it, Fuu. I'm already in enough pain from my fall." Micah said. Okay, maybe I lied about him being fine. But he was as okay as he was going to get. I held my hand out to him and helped him up. Once he was up, I picked out some stray leaves in his hair as he dusted himself off. Then I stared up to where Micah seemed to fall. "How did you even fall? And from that height?"

"I was hiding up near the top of a tree. I saw you get caught and started to climb down, but then I slipped while setting my foot on a branch. And now here we are." Ray roared in laughter and slapped Micah hard on the back.

"Well, since we're all here and done with our 'Escape Exercise,'" Ray managed to say over his giggling fits. "Let's go grab a bite to eat, and then we can continue onto weaponry tomorrow. Since you two already learned hand-to-hand combat last year, we need you guys to start choosing a weapon to practice with."

"A weapon?!" Micah and I exclaimed. Captain Ray turned around and started walking off.

"Yeah. A weapon. No big deal, though. You both will suck as much as Fuu's running." He replied, then whistled his way out of the forest ahead of us. A little pissed off from Ray's nonchalant mood and the insult, I started to move to attack him from behind. But I was held back by Micah's strength. He grinned, he knew what I wanted to do, but he held me back anyway. So instead, we ran over to Ray and followed him to the city to eat.

Try. It might not work every time, but it's better to try than not.