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encyclopika · 1 hour
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An update of sorts - and complaining on main.
I've been stressed out since about February. It's actually a wonder i still got chapters out for my fanfic and did art during this time.
I've been all over for work, from South Jersey, to Massachusetts, to Rhode Island and then to Barcelona Spain (where I am right now) - all trips and events that I had to coordinate alone for the most part, with presentations, permits, travel, you name it.
For the final kick in the ass, someone stole my luggage in Spain by breaking our rental cars window. Luckily, they only stole dirty laundry and shoes, but ffs! Now I gotta deal with insurance for both the window and the last shit. I'm so done.
It really sucks because I never had the desire to go to Spain (or much of Europe) and this now puts me at a 0% chance of coming back on my own accord. Can't believe I've been all over the US, Canada, Fiji, Belize - never had something even remotely like this ever happen.
So, I'm looking forward to going home tomorrow and resting and enjoying my time off.
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encyclopika · 6 hours
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encyclopika · 2 days
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the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window
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encyclopika · 6 days
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While looking for houses a few years ago, we were shown a house that took open floorplan to the extreme. Not only was everything open downstairs for the most part, but the bedroom was simply a loft space, so you could also see into the bedroom from the living room. Firefighter husband was NOT happy with that.
I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth
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encyclopika · 6 days
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encyclopika · 7 days
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a blue jay taking a bath 🛁 | source
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encyclopika · 7 days
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“I…don’t hate you.”
I would like permission to draw sekikai fanfic of @kittyk888
I have her permission!☺️
sekikai fanfic Emotional changes
I love every fic you’ve write! you write so cute 💕💕
I hope you like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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encyclopika · 7 days
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"We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved - but not for me.” (belated) izuocha week day 5, prompt: Scorching/Shiver
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encyclopika · 8 days
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Title: Cosette Rating: General Ship: Takt Asahina x Cosette Schneider Tags: Fix-It, Fluff, Confessions, Music Words: 3,542
Synopsis: Cosette had become Takt's muse, so he's going to write her a song that matches what she means to him. ~*~
When did those blue eyes catch his attention so completely?
He'd been drifting on autopilot for a while. Adrift in the melody of keys tapping taut strings, he'd been asleep, for sure. When was it that Cosette's voice awoke him from those dreams into reality?
“Do you want bugs? Because this is how you get bugs.”
Her words were harsh, but there had always been care laced in between as she got out the white trash bag and began cleaning up last night's tray of TV dinner. Naturally, he'd left the mushrooms to shrivel on the plastic. Takt wasn't sure he really had an opinion of them, but they always disturbed the harmony on the plate, so banished they were, and it was Cosette that'd been the one to take them away.
Nothing really mattered more than his music. Not the onset of rot surrounding him, not the great outdoors, the threat of D2s, not a damn thing. Everything was a gray monotone when the piano was silent.
That was...until Cosette shared in that interest.
And it wasn't just that she sat with him on some days and let him show her how the white keys were different from the black keys.
And it wasn't that she lingered in the doorway sometimes, allowing him to finish a song before barging in to clean up after him.
And it wasn't just that, after a rare instance of his leaving the piano be for a moment to attend to life's many annoyances, that he'd returned to hear her playing a melody she'd remembered from his playing. Her hands weren't as accustomed to the whole instrument, yet still she made the piano sing all the same.
She'd done that before many times, so...
When had Cosette stolen his heart away from the piano?
It had to be when she said she loved his music. That's when things changed. When he finally awoke from the lullaby in the piano keys and came to the realization that she was the one keeping a rhythm to his life. Her voice had become the song he wanted to hear. Those blue eyes were the silence he wanted to dive into.
Takt had never really had a muse before, not one for creating, anyway. He played other people's masterpieces, reaching back into time when music was as common as breathing, to times when his father would have been just one of many musical geniuses.
Surely it was important to keep those pieces alive. Surely it was important that he'd had the countless privileges to have their sheet music, to have an open space where he could spend his days at the keyboards and the piano gnashing away at getting them right, to live in a place relatively safe from D2s, to even have a piano in an age where people smashed them out of fear in the first place.
But...now Cosette mattered just as much. He'd catch himself in a trance thinking about her and noticeably not playing. Where, in the silence, he could hear melodies he'd never played weaving their ways behind images of her.
That was a muse, right? And his whole being was crafting a song from those feelings. Cosette had sparked this, so he'd indulge it.
Just for her.
KEEP READING ON AO3!
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encyclopika · 8 days
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encyclopika · 9 days
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LOL How could you not?! Thank you! 😆
you'd better watch what you fucking say to me my boyfriend has a 20 foot wingspan and he'll snatch you off the ground like a mouse if he hears you talking shit about me
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encyclopika · 10 days
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The secret wish is to write a fanfic that someone loves so much they make fan art of it, or to create a drawing that someone creates an entire fic based off of it.
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encyclopika · 10 days
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if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost
take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle
fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism
now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning
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encyclopika · 12 days
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That one art from OR/AS (first image) cropped a bunch of times to make some profile pictures + an attempt at alt text.
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encyclopika · 14 days
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me explaining to the other trainers that apricorns are unknown outside of Johto because of deliberate suppression by the Silph and Devon corporations to present artificial pokeballs as the only means of capturing pokemon and establish regional monopolies after they eliminate renewable sources
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encyclopika · 15 days
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A COMINT !!
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encyclopika · 15 days
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holy shit is this gorgeous.
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