--- really sorry for my absence this last week and a half or so. suffered a MASSIVE ice storm that knocked the power out in the town i live in for literally five days and made the roads virtually unable to be driven on- so i had to stay at the hotel i work at for 6 days straight. additionally, there was no water at my actual house for the last two days of that as well because the pipes froze so.
--- things were...incredibly rough for a hot ass minute. home now. safe and sound and comfy with my kitties, so i'll get back into the swing of asks and drafts on my days off!! thanks everyone for your PATIENCE.
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Night and Day
A spectral drake, a terror that flies across the realms, with claws of poison and its toxic green flames, no dreamcatcher could best this unbeatable beast....However.... The sky is dark, void of stars or even the moon as the beast opens its maw and ethereal green energy forms, ready to breath a stream of fire to whoever is in its path until-
A fatal blow was struck, the fire dies out in the dragons mouth, coughing poisoned purple blood and the wound pouring to the ground beneath its feet. Shock and confusion across the nightmares face that a small creature could deal such damage upon it.
The creature is struggling to stand, blood continuing to pour from its injury and dripping past its fanged lips, claws sheathed away and its ghastly wings starting to fade. with little strength left in it all the nightmare can do is unleash a roar...
Before it falls to the ground with a heavy thud. the last of its life leaving in a green wisp from its nostrils in one final breath. THe beast beaten but its life doesn't end just there.
THe energy, its life left its body, forming into a glowing mass of energy. When the spectral dragon died, the sky lightened ever so slightly, and one by one stars returned. Its skeletal remains bare for the world before those too crumbled into dust and joined the ball of energy above it.
In its place, an egg that slowly descended to the grass beneath it, stars continued reappearing the night sky and the egg started to shake. Cracks already forming.
paws felt the outside air for the first time. a small form calling out of its egg and as the final star appears in the sky.
A new dream creature is welcome to the world. A luck dragon
Luck dragons are an interesting creature. Born from the defeat of a spectral dragon these creatures exist. Though very few in numbers they make up for it with their magic, bringing good luck and energy to a dreamers dream and keep nightmares at bay.... Just, be careful they don't get curious of the nightmare realm.
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i have done little except play zelda for the past week. i have no regrets about it. this game is so big and so good
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Ideal work schedule:
I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks
I complete the list
I leave immedietly
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I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.
Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".
Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"
I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"
Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"
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there should be more hours between 6 and 10pm. like even just two more hours. for my assorted hobbies & activities
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My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.
Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.
So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”
The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”
So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.
The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.
The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.
This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.
I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.
I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.
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