You know what I just hunted out? My bloody flip-flops. It’s that freaking hot. IN SCOTLAND. THERE WERE FREAKING DUST AND COBWEBS ON THEM WHAT EVEN.
Hey i still have to wear a long sleeve shirt here, and im in bloody alabama
- From “Mousou Dairinin (Paranoia Agent),” directed by Satoshi Kon (2004)
Somebody should edit it and put feels..
attack hugs?
hello
hi everybody how are you today im sorry i have been gone so long i have been busy trying to write my book and ive neglected you guys for that im very sorry and i wanted to spend an hour just to rp with my bestest friends
Just gonna post this here
Katie wrote in her journal. The five hundreth journal i her life time.
’i watched a bee today, fascinating little creatures hurrying about thier short live. never stopping for a moment. i an not even sure that they eat.’
She was being escorted by a pair of guards through the forest,. She knew the dangers but the guards she paid off did not. It was a sunny day nothing too intresting in the lucious green forest. She had lived in and near the forest most of her life and was accustomed to it. Just a few short miles in front of her was a hot spring that rested just under a cliff if you knew were to lok. She had made sure that none others did. It was her small place of solace in the neverending struggles. Her small secret world were she could keep to herself.
‘To go into the forest is to face a dragon alone.’ She recalled a friend saying. She had seen so many friends come and go that it wasnt really of any solace to her anymore.
‘And what do you presume to know about dragons?’ she remembered asking.
’They are mighty and terible creatures bent on mayham and distruction. If you value your life it would be wise to be wary of them.
”What is the change of heart? Wasnt it you who sang praises of them?’
’My sweet dear that was a long time ago and many years past your time.’
She lingered on that last sentence. “dear” That word meant alot to her. She heard it from both those who wished to love her and those who wished to hurt her. It was true hoowever that the dragons had changed. They were once peaceful and they had a softer side to them that made them friendly. But that all changed when the dragon yuprising began. They rose thinking themselves better than the humans that they shared the land with. But they underestimated the mortal, and were soon wiped from existance, atleast the mortals hoped.
But she paid the stories and fables no mind as she removed her clothing and slipped into the hot springs. The guars leading a pile of nothing as they continued on towards the next village, victims of a spell that she had cast to keep them preoccupied. A spell she had worked many times to escape attention. She would sspend months. in some cases even years before returning to some civilization. She did not belong with the rest of the mortals. But as she looked into the pools at her reflection she stared at the bright white scales that covered her snout. and she smiled. Of course what dragon did?
Would any of my followers be willing to help me out?
I am currently trying to get my fist fantsy novel published. but nobody ive talked to irl has the time to read a first timers fantasy novel.
would any of my amazing followers like to read the first few pages?
