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Somewhere in Ann Arbor ◈ solo

Timing: Christmas Day (December 25, 2021) Location: Ann Arbor, Michigan Summary: Anton leaves White Crest for the weekend to visit his daughter and her mother. Old wounds surface but maybe time has healed them. Maybe. Content: Broken families, terrible fathers, redemption (sort of)

Anton Grant steadied his breath, the fire of determination in his eyes burning as bright as ever. He knew deep within his soul that this is his only chance, their only chance. If he failed, if they failed, the repercussions could mean the end of them. With a deep sigh, he nodded to himself, knowing the risks and the rewards they could reap from this endeavor. He turned to the tiny human beside him, a little girl with his same set of eyes. “This is it. You ready?”

“I’m ready, daddy.” The little girl gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up before holding herself as tightly as she can. Anton couldn’t help but remind himself of the last time he had seen her all those years ago as a tinier baby that was snug as a rug in his arms, almost as snug as she was now in her cardboard box that was meant to be a sled of some sort, less snug than the small apartment he had with her mother. Less than a month later, she was crying out loud, snug as a rug in her mother’s arms, both staring at him disappointingly while he was behind bars. That was the last time any one of them was in San Francisco.

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Ann Arbor, Michigan. Christmas Day.

"Daddy?" The little girl was all grown up now, and that realization almost made Anton cry. He fought back those tears and instead focused on getting down on one knee and presenting her a stuffed toy in the form of a giant bee. "Hey, Happy! I brought you something."

"Aww, thanks! I love butterflies!" Happy, well, happily took the cuddly toy and hugged it as tightly as she could, not even realizing what it really was. Oh, well. Butterflies and bees are close relatives, anyway, right? “Mommy, mommy! Look what daddy brought me!” After a quick peck on the check, Happy unexpectedly nyoomed back into the house, excitedly snitching on her dad’s really unexpected appearance. “Wait, Happy, no…”

"Jesus…” A familiar startled voice came from the kitchen and Anton immediately knew he screwed up. He got back up to his two feet and made a fist before biting on that fist. Classic Anton. The same voice continued, asking the little girl to stay in her room through sugary words. “Hey, Happy, sweetie, why don't you take that...thing into your room so your father can see it later?" Of course Happy was a good kid, so she did what she was told. "Okay mommy."

As expected, the mommy came out to meet Anton, and despite the scowl on her face and the defensively crossed arms, he couldn’t help but feel a little enamored, if only by the nostalgic feeling that once was. She, however, was less than thrilled to see the father of her child, the man she once loved, poured all her heart and tears into, only to betray him by making the worst mistake of his life and getting himself imprisoned for years. The same man she had to leave to protect their child. "How did you find us?"

"Well…” Anton shook his head, swallowing air, as if he was caught red handed by his own mother. He gave her an apologetic look but it quickly turned into a mix of a grimace and a wince as he was already expecting her response even before he could explain himself. “I've actually known where you two have been for, like, a couple of months now. Remember Tracy?"

"Ah, yes, your detective girlfriend." As expected, her response was cold and bladed, just like her eyes, the way she was looking at him.

Anton tried to explain himself again. "We weren't... It was just one..."

"Why are you here, Grant?” But the woman wasn’t interested in his excuses. Not again. Not ever. He’s disappointed her, their kid, and everyone she’s ever loved more than once. The final straw had been years ago, and time has not healed this wound unfortunately. She bluntly asked him without any empathy whatsoever. “Are you here to ask me for money, is that it?"

"Jesus, Bee. I would never ask for money from my..."

"...the girl you impregnated and then left to fend for herself because you chose to go to jail instead?"

"...my baby momma." Grant thought it would be hilarious. On the spot. Despite the woman’s obvious body language, the seething disdain emanating from her entire being, and the fact that she had just continuously emphasized his unreliability and, well, betrayal.

"Fuck you, Grant." It was not.

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Grant Residence. A few days ago.

Hikari Narisawa was frowning at her shitty laptop in the middle of the living room, again, when a pair of keys was unceremoniously dropped on her keyboard. Furious at the rude interruption, she turned her head to find her usually scruffy with a large suitcase behind him. “Oh, are you going on a run because the cops finally realize you’re a no-good, stinky criminal?”

“No.” Anton heaved a sigh that was a combination of annoyance and disappointment. “I mean, well…” Technically he was a criminal, and no amount of good deeds will change that, at least that’s what he believes, but that was neither here nor there. He shook his head and tried his best to steer the conversation away from another argument, so they could focus on the task at hand. “I’ll be away for a while, but I’ll check in every and then if you need me…”

“Eww,” came Hikari’s expected response, having been nothing but an antagonistic tenant to Anton. “I will never need you. Gross.”

“...as your landlord.” You stupid fuck. He managed to restrain that last statement, keeping it from escaping his lips. He’d rather make this goodbye as short and as brief as he can. Anton didn’t really have any more time to fight with her again. “You have my number. Call me if you need me…” He started walking away and out of there. “...but here’s hoping you’re right and you never do.”

With a raised eyebrow, Hikari followed him leave with her eyes. As he disappeared, she felt delighted at the realization that the stinky exterminator was finally leaving her alone, going away, far from her. Slowly, however, she started feeling curious about the change in the man’s personal life. The past few days have been quiet between them, he was quieter and calmer than usual, certainly less into arguing with her.

Eh, humans always try to change every now and then, but they always get back to being who they were in the first place. That’s what being a human is about: Expecting and working for change, only to return to their roots. Sad.

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Ann Arbor, Michigan. Now.

“When my grandfather died, I left for White Crest, Maine, to take over his business, continue his good work and stuff…” Grant recalled his arrival at White Crest, him going over his grandpa’s business, the office, and his pretty great house at the Outskirts. Although his death was a tragedy, it offered Anton the greatest opportunity to correct his life since, well, ever. On paper, the set-up would’ve made any bachelor happy. Then again, after getting out of jail, Grant never really saw himself as an actual bachelor, not while he knew Bee and Happy were elsewhere. “But while I was there, I learned a lot, including about myself, the things I did wrong, the things I should’ve done better…”

It has been almost half an hour since Bee finally caved and allowed Anton to come inside her house. Despite the negative feelings she had for the bastard, it was Christmas and Bee didn’t really want to cause more negative feelings within two others, their daughter and her daughter’s father. While Grant didn’t want to impose, and he never actually expected for Bee to welcome him with open arms, he was glad that she at least gave him a chance to talk, to share things. He hoped she would give him another chance, the very chance that could save his life. What’s left of it, anyway.

“I’ve been doing good, a lot of good, and I’ve even paid my dues, Bee. I’m just trying to be a better man now, focused on being a better dad for Happy. I haven’t been on the wrong side of the law since all those years ago, and I’ve been working hard to keep it that way, so I was wondering if maybe I can get another chance? With you and Happy?”

Bee took her time to consider everything she could, even looking away, towards the stairs, where Happy had disappeared to. It hasn’t been easy, growing up without a father. Bee had experienced the same thing, and she didn’t really want Happy to suffer the way that she had. With a heavy sigh, she decided to try it out.

“Everyone deserves a second chance, so I guess…” She cut herself off, remembering words were just words, and she and Happy deserve more. Pushing herself off her seat at the dinner table, she crossed her arms yet again, stared daggers at Grant. “This is your one and final chance, though. Don’t make me regret it.”

She looked away, not sure she wanted him to know how happy she was that this was happening. All she ever wanted was a family with him, and although it was her decision to leave Grant and disappear with Happy, all that time, she never lost hope. But it wouldn’t be easy. This was just the first step. “Oh, and you can’t stay with us. Not now. Not yet.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much, Bee! You won’t regret this!” To say that Anton was elated at her response would be the understatement of the year. He rose up from his seat, clasped his hands, and grinned from ear to ear. The very thought of finally getting to see their daughter, and of course Bee, on a daily basis, becoming closer to them, was the greatest thing that has ever happened to him in recent memory. Plus… “Whew! I mean, I already bought an apartment here, too, plus an office space, so that would’ve been awkward if you had said no…”

“Grant…” Bee gritted her teeth, angered that he had already made purchases, changes in his own life, even before he guaranteed her agreement, but what else was she to do? This was Anton through and through. At least he’s trying. Maybe they can talk about that some other time. He’s been living alone for most of his life, selfishly, vicariously. Maybe with her and Happy, he could change for the better. Speaking of changes… “Wait, what about your grandpa’s business in White Crest?”

“Oh, well, it’s under new management.” Anton shrugged, feigning a cough. “I mean, I still own it, but I did promote someone as branch manager.” The image of his grandfather’s receptionist now owning part of the business, even though she technically needs to wait until she finally comes of age, made him a little worried. Her mother was a responsible woman, but she was still technically just a kid. “Hopefully she doesn’t set the place on fire.” She already did. Fortunately, it was just a small fire, and it was an accident. More or less.

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“Are you sure?” Grant asked Happy again as she grabbed the sides of her cardboard box with a determined look on her face. “Because when we start, you show any hesitation or fear, we’re done.” He looked at her with great concern but also great faith. Happy just grinned at her father, nodding her tiny little head. “I eat ‘fear’ for breakfast.” Anton kissed her on the same head, and before pushing her around the house, admired her bravery. “Wow, that is super cool.”

The next thing anyone heard from outside Bee’s place was the loud giggling of a young girl, followed by intense cheering, a few plates breaking, and Bee screaming at Anton for being such a terrible dad. But, hey, at least Happy’s having fun, right?

Anton’s time in White Crest was brief and tumultuous but it did allow him a respite from his past. Through the people he’s met—the other hunters, his grandfather’s clients that became his, the normal people of White Crest, the stranger creatures that inhabit the town—Anton has not only learned more about the world but also himself. If he can survive three bee people at the same time, he can damn well survive an attempt to better his life and relationship with his daughter and his daughter’s mother. It’s never too late to try.

Never too late… Outside Bee’s place, someone, or maybe even something, watches the family try to piece itself together, the figure standing behind a large tree. Heaving a familiar smoke from their mouth, they disappear into the shadows, humming a tune Anton’s grandfather used to sing to him and his cousins. Wherever you go, the past always comes back to haunt you.

[END]

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nicsalazar:

I haven’t been clicking anything, I swear. I know about the viruses and shit, so I avoid clicking on stuff I don’t understand. They just found me. Yeah, you also can figure out if I have an antivirus installed or shit that can block ads.

Overseas? Where do your friends live? Yeah, that’d be expensive

Oh. Yeah, yeah I can…I’m not sure if I’d be a good email pal I have it written down… somewhere I only have the one from work is that ok. Where are you planning on going?

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That’s good to hear. Some of them are really sneaky, though. I heard you don’t even have to click the actual link. Just pass by an ad or something. Yeah, I can help you with that, too. Anything for a friend, right?

To be honest, I’m not really sure. I think they were in South Korea a few months ago, but I don’t know where they are right now. They like to hop from one place to another. Just spontaneously. Hella expensive.

Remember that conversation we had at Dell’s a while ago? That got me thinking about visiting my kid family. I think it’s about time. Been keeping tabs on them through a friend but never really got the courage to finally see them again after all these years. The whole space worm thing, the fae kidnapping, and You made me think I should at least try. I’ve survived worse. Getting turned away wouldn’t be as bad as I think...I think.

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nicsalazar:

Yeah, weird. Cause I don’t know them and just wanna know how they keep finding me. It’s not my e-mail it’s…this thing, forum? Someone called them pornbots That’s a lot of clicks. Oh, that sounds really helpful. If you don’t mind, I don’t want to bother Thanks. But you can’t read my other Do people still e-mail eachother for non work stuff? I thought it was all texting.

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Oh, I see. I was going to say it might be those spam e-mails, but I’m not so sure if similar things exist on forums. Wait, what? Pornbots? Oh, man, what have you been clicking?! [user has attached the laughing emoji] That’s actually happened to me before, too. Accidentally clicked the wrong thing, got spammed by Russian bride e-mails from out of nowhere. Appreciated that they thought I could afford anything above a Happy meal but it was pretty annoying. If I remember correctly, I had to change accounts, but I think there may be better solutions. I’ll see what we can come up with when I come over.

Texting people overseas can be very expensive, so it’s usually e-mails between me and old friends. Pretty practical, too, when you don’t really want to reach out right away. Longer messages mean longer effort and all that jazz. Speaking of, let me know what your e-mail add is? I might, uhh, take a vacation from White Crest for a while, a few months maybe, years, so it’ll be a good way to keep in touch.

I mean, if that’s cool?

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nicsalazar:

I didn’t want to do this but

I was wondering if someone knows

Help,

Uh, I don’t know what to do with People have been leaving weird messages in my box? box

They don’t even have pictures Just faceless I’m not interested in glasses or testing games They keep saying I asked for videos when I Hot7332bob keeps offering me mistressleemah569 seems friendly but she says she’s horn Is this happening to everyone?

Can anyone

How do I delete block them, where’s the button I’m not very good with tech

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Weird messages? Box? Your mailbox? What kind of weird messages, Nic? Is someone harassing you? Hasn’t happened to me, but if you need help, you can hide at my place. Oh, wait, you meant on the Internet. I can swing by later, too, if you need me to, but your e-mail’s inbox should have one of those uhh block options. Just open the message from the moron you’d want to block. When you do, a button in the top right or something should appear. Click More, then click Block. That’s how I did it last time, but it was a long time ago. Been a while since anyone emailed me outside of work and hunting.

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humanmoodring:

The difference is there. Just gotta be searched for, you know? You’re probably somewhere on the nerd-geek sliding scale, for sure. Oh, sick. I didn’t realize that there was so many Spider-folks. Kinda cool, tbh. If you’re gonna start anywhere with mythology, I definitely recommend Percy Jackson. Itslkjaflkds fuck The series is great. Oh, yeah, totally. Kids’ve gotta dream, right?

Huh, no kidding. All kids are troublesome. I think that comes with the territory of being a kid. I do work at a library, but I’m hardly a stereotypically hot librarian. For starters, I hate pencil skirts, and I only wear glasses in the evening. I’m, like, a cool library who wears leather jackets and shit. Well, a single leather jacket that has seen better days. You’re not quite old enough to be a silver fox, but one day, bud. I believe in you. But do itslakjfls fuck grow the beard. Live your best life.

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For sure. Not that smart to be a full nerd, so more like near-nerd, more-geek for me. They’re like the Bat family: The more, the merrier, I guess. Hmm, would you also recommend the movie? Haven’t seen it myself but my sister won’t stop begging me to. I hear the goat guy’s funny.

That’s fair. Ever had a kid make trouble at the library? How’d you deal with them? Leather jackets over pencil skirts any day, ma’am. Maybe one day we can meet as the stereotypically hot librarian and the stereotypical silver fox? Now imagine if I became the hot librarian. Bestest life ever!

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humanmoodring:

I feel like comic book nerds fall under the category of book nerds, or maybe geeks. You’ll have to forgive me, my, uh, nerd/geek lingo is a little dated, I’m sure. I might also be a little behind. Four Spider-Men? I loved the Percy Jackson series! I read the first set of books when I was younger. I kind of aged with the main character. Maybe that’s what got me into mythology.

It was kind of lonely, yeah. I think my dad had a lot of expectations for me. It was fine, though. I was an anxious child, and I hated being around people, so I was always looking for solitude. I mean, I’ve yet to meet one of those stereotypically hot librarians, so who’s to say. Maybe they’re just as real as the silver foxes.

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It’s all right! I’m not too sure I even know the difference between a nerd and a geek. They’re all very interesting people to me. Might be one myself. I mean, I do have my grandpa’s DVD collection now, so it’s at least only a matter of time. Yeah, I think there were more Spider-Men than just Peter Parker? I at least know Miles Morales and the clone Ben Reilly or was it Ben O’Reilly but that’s about it. Oh, Percy Jackson is a great entry point into that stuff, I think. My sister wasn’t interested before she read that series. Just gotta love the fantasy of having gods as parents instead of what you get. [user has attached an inappropriate laughing emoji]

I’ve actually met one but she turned out to be a nest of bees a lot of work. Then again, we all are. Not a nest of bees but you get the idea. I blame our childhood. Generally speaking, of course. I can barely remember what I was as a child, probably just as annoying and troublesome as I am not, if not more. Don’t you work at a library? Maybe you’re the stereotypically hot librarians. Maybe I could be a silver fox, too! One day, anyway. Just gotta learn to grow a brilliant beard. And live that long.

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Spar for the Cup, Seek out Silas (Luis + Anton)

Participants: Anton Grant (Joe-Hunter), Luis Martinez (Tapir-Werewolf)

Summary: Anton and Luis spar in a community tournament. Local artists are recommended and both fellas are very normal without any murder and cannibalism undercurrents.

Trigger Warnings: Head Trauma, Allusions to contagious disease (Lycanthropy)

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humanmoodring:

You’re confusing book nerds with tech nerds. Tech nerds rule the world these days. Book nerds kind of drew the short end of the stick. Without a couple of degrees, book nerds can only get, like, jobs that have nothing to do with their book knowledge. Yeah, you know what they say: those wacky Romans! But yeah, yeah, Greek mythology’s kind of becoming its own thing, really popular with the kids. And the teens. And the adults, actually.

That’s awesome. No, no, I don’t have any siblings. Probably for the best. I, like, wasn’t the easiest kid. Lucky. The glasses are taking some getting used to. Old is the new dad bod? I mean, silver foxes have always been a thing, right?

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Huh. Never really considered the difference, but when you put it that way, I guess I can see it. Are comic book nerds a whole other thing, too? I love those guys, and if I didn’t get flamed online for not knowing the fourth Spider-Man ever or something, I would’ve thought I could be one. My receptionist’s so into this Perky Jackson books, I just found out last week. It’s like Greek mythology but for kids, I think. It’s hard to understand her summary when she’s shouting crazily about the characters like they were a famous band.

Oh, you’re an only child? That must’ve been...lonely. I mean, if it was me. My sister made my childhood bearable, to be honest, so if it was just me, I’d probably have never even tried...stuff. I mean, probably? As much a thing as hot librarians? I’ve never been into silver foxes, though maybe I just haven’t met the right kind of silver foxes. [user has attached a laughing emoji]

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humanmoodring:

I mean, I totally appreciate that, but you’re welcome to call it what it is; hella nerdy. I mean, if you’re remembering the Romans, you’re retaining something! Arthur is British. Like, early, early British, before Anglo-Saxons joined. He was fighting the Saxons, actually. And yeah! Greeks have sagas, legends, whatever you want to call them.

Listen, no one ever tells you how hard to cooking aspect of adulting is. Shit’s hard. But that’s sweet, about your sister. It’s good that she’s supportive. Experience it and the youths, dude. You won’t regret it. Damn, you’re so old lol. Oh, yeah, the back pains are killer. And I need glasses now. Haven’t found a gray hair, though.

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I’d take nerdy over anything else, to be honest. I mean, I should’ve. Way back when. Maybe if I did, maybe if I tried to be more nerdy than whatever I was, life would’ve ended much better. Nerds rule the world these days, and that’s a pretty good thing. I saw this show about Romans a while back, it was more about gladiators and everyone was always fighting and naked but, yeah, I remember they came after Arthur and his knights. Greek mythology is everywhere, too, I think, so it’s pretty...mainstream, I guess?

Yeah, I’m pretty lucky to have a sister like her. Probably the only good part of having a family. You have siblings, too? I’ll try lmao. I am. Still don’t need glasses, though, or have a gray hair, but those two would look good on me, I won’t lie. I mean, they’d look good on anyone. Old is the new dad bod. If that was ever a thing.

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natusvincere:

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Maybe your friend thinks that because they’ve never tried it themselves. There’s nothing wrong with solitude. Most of the time it’s less lonely than being with people, because you won’t have to face being let down or left by then. If alone is the norm, it’s impossible for it to feel disappointing.

I wanted her to be named something refined. It’s just too bad her name is where her refinery stops. She’s an entirely stupid creature, in the most endearing way possible. Whoever thought stupidity could be endearing? Not me. Eh, I suppose. It’s just always something I’ve enjoyed, honestly. There’s something peaceful about it. Like all the thoughts swirling in your head suddenly make sense when you’re allowed to transfer them to canvas. Or something. Wait- you have silk worms? I have to be honest, I’m pretty disgusted by that. Isn’t silk their… excrement? It’s mostly trash, anyway. You’re not missing much. Glad to hear you don’t partake in video games.

Just overwhelmingly average, then? Oh, I could never leave a mess without cleaning it up. I wouldn’t be able to rest before things were in order. To be fair, I don’t technically sleep, either, so… I suspect you and I would be poor roommates.

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Hmm, yeah, that sounds about right. If I remember correctly, she’s always with friends. Came from a big family, too. Never really had any opportunity to be alone, or rather never even found herself forced to be alone. I guess that checks out. It only really feels lonely when someone, or something, points it out. Otherwise, it’s just what it is.

Probably everyone who’s ever taken a shine to me. [user attached a laughing emoji] I’m a personification of stupidity being endearing, even though I’ve never really tried to make my stupidity endearing. I only ever try to be endearing, charming, but I guess I’m just brimming with stupidity that I can’t hide it when I want to. That is very cool! Painters are so cool! And hot. Oh, yeah, one of the things I inherited from my grandpa. Yeah, pretty much, I guess. If I remember correctly, though, they drink that in Japan. I’m probably not going to try it out for myself, like make that drink myself, but I’d be willing to try that Japanese drink. Gotta try something at least once, you know?

Overwhelmingly average sounds about right. Maybe, but to be fair, you’d be a dream come true as a roommate. I mean, it would suck for you, cleaning up after a grown human being, but it wouldn’t be for me, since you’d be cleaning up after me. The only thing I can put on that table would be humor, but then again, that’s...pretty subjective, so it wouldn’t be fair of a deal to you. Unless you like fresh honey?

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virgil-achyls:

[pm] It is in fact shit. That’s a great way of putting it. It’s just a little neighborhood somewhere nearby. I don’t really know how to get there, so I couldn’t tell you how far it is from White Crest. Yeah, sometimes mothers can be kinder than fathers. Mine wasn’t, though. She used to get into these destructive moods, and the only way to get her out of them was to let her kill the livestock. I don’t think she’s the type to just let a grudge go. I’ve got to make sure I bring her something big, or she might just turn on me!

That was a joke. But I do need to be careful about how I approach her when I do go back.

I could definitely cook you something. Living with just a few neighbors has taught me how important it is to help people out when they’re struggling. So if you’re struggling, I want to help you. I think the home-cooked meal would be a good place to start. I’m already in the habit of making things for my human housemate, so it’s not a problem for me to just make some more. I can bring some over if you’re injured. Sorry to hear about your back, by the way. How did it happen? Is there a good time for me to come by?

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[pm] Oh, you don’t know how to visit your mom? That’s... I won’t lie, that sounds very sad, man. I have this, uhh, office van I can drive you with, but I don’t know where that place is either, so I’m really sorry. I mean, to be fair, I haven’t talked to my parents for a while, ever since I ran away from home, but I keep in touch with my sister. Family’s a pain in the ass but it has its moments. Wait, kill the livestock? Man... Maybe, uhm, it’s not my place, but, maybe she should see a doctor about that? Might help.

Oh, wait... [user lets out a sigh of relief] She can be a violent person? Even to her son? Might still try to get some medical help. I mean, I’m not the best spokesman for that, since I’ve avoided medical help, mostly because when I can’t afford it, but it can really be helpful or something.

That’s very nice of you, man. I just recently picked up a tenant, so she’s helping me with my finances. Somewhat. She can’t cook, though, which is a bit of a let-down, so I’m down for that home-cooked meal. Gotta try something once at least, right? Healing it now but it’s still occasionally mildly painful. Just, uhm, a disagreement and I, uhh, slipped, so... Broke my back a bit. Oh, sure, you ever been to the Outskirts? Saturday should be fine, if you’re down? I live in the weird residence with the pool and box-like house. [user has attached his address] Can’t miss it.

#virgil-achyls #. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› c ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› dash ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ››› virgil achyls ˋ .

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humanmoodring:

Not to get, like, super fucking nerdy, but King Arthur actually predates the Anglo-Saxons. He even predates the Roman occupation of Britain. He has Welsh origins, but most well-known versions of the myths place him as an British king that fought off the invading Saxons. And, like, the sagas are sort of… family tales, in a sense. Some people use them to track the lineages, though there’s a lot of fiction involved in them. I personally like Egil’s Saga? Like, it’s not typical and kind of funny in places.

Food post, huh? I need all the help I can get with cooking, sometimes. Like, I was on it for a few minutes, but then couldn’t take it. Way too much. Okay, hey, I’m not that old. I’m 23 27 28? why is this so hard 28. Which, I mean, I feel older. I wonder if exorcisms negatively effect the body in a physical no I know they do.

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Oh, wow! Not super fucking nerdy at all! Pretty amazing, in my most honest opinion. Always love new information on this front but my brain’s too small to retain these things, so it’s probably going to reset back to me thinking they’re on the same period of something. I do remember the part about the Romans being much later though, for some reason I don’t even know. Must be the dragons before the Christ thing. Wait, so is Arthur Welsh or British? Or is he both? Greeks have sagas, right? Or am I being dumb again? [user has attached a laughing emoji to hide his insecurity behind]

Oh, I’m not that great with cooking myself, but I can try? My sister used to love my food, but, well, you know, she’s my sister! She loves everything I do, even if I did terrible things. She’s that supportive. Except for that time she got mad I got caught in jail during her birthday, which was well deserved because I’m an idiot. Maybe I’ll try it for myself, so I can relate. Oh, really? I’m only, like, a year older. Back pains, am I right?

#humanmoodring #. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› c ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› dash ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ››› nadia diaz ˋ .

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Oh- I hadn’t realize there were ties cut before you came here. So you’ve had QUITE the life changes then lately, it seems. I mean, I agree that you should know your limits, but knowing your limits doesn’t mean counting yourself out unnecessarily. You’re plenty smart, I can tell. Oh, a tenant… that must be a nice way to make money. I don’t know if I’d have it in me to be a landlord. I’ll look forward to it!

If you feel connected to him through them, maybe you should keep them with you for now. I need to do research to see if chunks of an old man’s soul can be trapped within VHS tapes. I think people experience all types of things in White Crest, so it’s not super far fetched to think you might be experiencing something someone else has gone through. I can ask around to see if anyone else has heard of it, maybe it’ll help solve your little mystery!

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I mean, it was inevitable. The way I was living? Those ties were going to get cut either way. That’s one way of seeing it. Thanks, that’s... I don’t get that a lot, being called smart, so I’ll take it when I can! [user has attached a laughing emoji] I’ve actually been working on getting a tenant for the past couple of weeks since my grandpa’s house is way too big just for myself and a couple of dust bunnies, but yeah, being a landlord can be quite taxing. Still not sure whether all this exhausting work and back pain is worth not being lonely, though.

Hmm, that’s a pretty interesting thought, though I guess that’s not wrong. He’s dead for a while, but I guess he’s still haunting me for some reason. Maybe it’s just me who needs to move on asap. Do you know anyone in the same headspace? Or do I just sound like one of those people who take years to move forward? God, I hope not. Would definitely suck. That would be wonderful, a lot of help, and I appreciate it!

#phoenixleah #. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› c ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› dash ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ››› leah ramirez ˋ .

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humanmoodring:

I’m really into a lot of mythologies, but I studied Norse pretty heavily in college. Celtic, too, but some of that was tied in with Anglo-Saxon literature as a sort of regional study. I’m also big into Icelandic sagas. You know? You’re right. As long as I’m doing good. That’s, like, what matters.

I think the tediousness is the main problem. TikTok? Even that’s a little too modern to me. I don’t know. I don’t wanna get on there as someone in my late twenties and, like, get run off by the kiddos with their weird dances and slang and shit. I don’t need to feel old. I think I had a midlife crisis starting college.

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Anglo-Saxon’s the King Arthur stuff, right? I’m not that great with literature, to be honest. I mean, outside of the mainstream stuff at least. Didn’t even know Icelandic sagas are different from Norse mythology. What’s a great starting point for someone new like me?

Yeah, I guess that’s fair. I know, right? I tried browsing it once but most of it is weird. The food posts are pretty good, though. My grandpa’s receptionist uses it all the time, even at work. Says she’s using it to promote the business but I don’t know. It just looks like a pretty chaotic place to me. Maybe I’m just as old as you, though. May not be a bad thing. Youth is wasted on the young.

#humanmoodring #. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› c ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› dash ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ››› nadia diaz ˋ .

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natusvincere:

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Yes, and I’d like to keep it that way. I think you just have to deal with them, truthfully. Nothing will make the hard things better, so there’s no point in looking for that betterment to come. It’s just buck up and move on, I guess. Admittedly easier said than done, but it’s what works for me. If you asked someone else, they would suggest therapy. I don’t believe in that.

Oh, Winnifred is a great protector, too. And she’s pretty entertaining, if I’m being completely transparent. Don’t let my enemies know how amusing I find it when she chases her tail. I spend a lot of my free time painting, gardening, or reading, mostly. But I do watch some television, too. What do you do in your free time, besides sleep through movies?

That sounds extremely specific. And it sounds like a problem. Is your home overwhelmingly dirty, bug man? Is your mind dirty and cluttered? Doesn’t it make you feel bad and wrong to leave messes sitting for days upon days?

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A friend of mine once told me that’s a lonely way to live, and some days I think I can agree with her, but there’s really nothing I can do. Even if I try to reach out, I guess being alone is just my fate, you know? It just is what it is. Yeah, I agree: Therapy’s just going to be more expenses for me, and I can’t risk spending for nothing. I can’t even afford it.

I love how your dog’s name is Winnifred. It’s not a name I hear or read often, so it’s a breath of fresh air. That’s a pretty cute imagery. I wonder what goes on in their heads when they’re chasing their tails. Painting? That’s pretty cool! You must be one of the artsy types. That’s really cool. Me? I guess, uhh, read and check on my bees for honey and sometimes silk worms for, well, silk. I don’t even watch television that much. Just takes too much of my time. Can’t sit in one place for too long.

I mean, it’s not overwhelmingly clean but that’s how the dust bunnies love it it’s not that overwhelmingly dirty either. I can’t speak the same for my mind, though. It’s, uhh, a work of progress up there. Not days, jeez. Just hours. I usually have a laundry day, which is on Saturdays. That’s the best day to clean up, mostly because I get busy on weekdays and Sundays are rest days. What about you? Don’t you get too busy to clean up right away or something?

#natusvincere #. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› c ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ››› dash ˋ .#. ˋ ◈ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ››› vinna eller do ˋ .

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