Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.
if this internet prohibition shit ends up happening yall can catch me in the woods makin wifi moonshine
((Oh! Sure! I don’t see why not UvU* It’s absolutely fine by me))
((I’m sorry for being so inactive, I suppose odd things are afoot in personal life or whatever
I’ve been drawing a lot of night furies though and, despite how unrelated they are, I’m mostly just glad I’m finally starting to get the hang of them
So… update I suppose and silly drawing??????
My head’s been throbbing a bit lately, it feels like my eyes are full of pressure too. Like they just… ache, somehow. I haven’t been straining them though, that’s what’s confusing me.
I asked Mir about it and she took me to a doctor, the best one ever! But he couldn’t find anything wrong, at least not with my eyes or brain.
Maybe its just a headache… I’ll try getting more sleep, then.
Ahm… well, I would suggest glasses then? Or at least try to see someone who has experience with that sort of thing? Of course I say that as someone who has little-to-no reliable knowledge on the matter, so I’m not sure how dependable I am other than the fact that I’m pretty prone to headaches myself…
I… don’t really have much to offer you but… I have some medicine that could help…?
((Judging by his attire, this probably takes place in the colder months or something. I’ll probably add Talmin to this or something because it’s really nothing new that Talmin can make Wallace uncomfortable and all that.
I remember everything *he says it as lightly as he can, trying not to be too specific about the whole span of life he remembers with startling and morbid accuracy. When Wallace mentions the bit about knowing him the man can’t help a chuckle.*
of course I did, why do you think I was so bizarrely interested in you in the beginning? Well I always have been but, besides that I hunted you down when the time was right. *a sort of smile plays on his lips for a moment.* You were a lot different, it seems you’re always so different every time I meet you…
*his voice grows softer at the hinting of the question neither wanted to really ask or answer.But he swallows down the sudden sickness in his throat and says very softly.* my brother is dead, as is Lucy, she died protecting me, but she has a family tree, quite a big one. I know one of her descendants, a girl named Suzanne Black, they’re quite similar.
but that’s not who you’re truly interested in is it? *despite himself Talmin stands up and gently pats one of Wallace’s hands, saying as carefully as he can.* Art is still alive Wally, she’s old as hell but she’s still alive *his smile turns a bit pained.* I think she’s waiting to see you again, she even has family named after her, god they look identical. *he wants to ask, and decides for Art he won’t let his nerves choke out his voice.*
would you like to go see her?
… I… I see. *He felt sick. A reaction that… actually somewhat surprised him. Perhaps in could have been a result of how emotionally charged he’d been up until recently and he’d (finally) exhausted himself, or it was just something was saving itself for a later, much less opportune time to have a more “characteristic” reaction from him, but the mention of Art nearly pushed him toward the latter. Brilliant…*
I- I mean y- you?? She?? But I- that’s not…
*Finding himself too dumbstruck to speak apparently, Wallace took a long, deep breath and sighed…*
Yes. I would like that very much. *His voice had come out more strained than he was comfortable with, but at least he’d managed to keep it level. He didn’t even feel particularly overwhelmed or emotional, so the fact that he was already doing… this was making him frustrated*
If 18 or 20 palettes wasn’t enough, I present to you: my 100 Palette Challenge! This is a collection of some of my favourite palettes from color-palettes and Adobe Kuler and I thought it would be really fun to have a huge variety of palettes to chose from
If you would like to participate in this challenge, I ask that you DO NOT repost this anywhere else, including deviantART; please REBLOG this instead! I have the challenge uploaded to deviantART as well, so please check it out there if you want to do it on deviantART!
((If it’s not too much trouble, I’d really like to do this! So please do feel free to send requests and colour scheme numbers and the like, I think it would be fun!))
Having begun to nod off on the swinging bench on the front porch, Wallace’s “sudden” clearing of his throat made her jump. A moment of confusedly looking around, she finally registered him in her gaze and smiled.
"Wallace, that would’ve been perfect if I had had the hiccups just then…oh, and happy fourth!"
"Oh yeah? Haha… Sorry…" He’d been taking a walk to shake off the mild PTSD he’d suffered from one of his neighbour’s kids lighting a firecracker right behind him not two hours prior, and it would appear he’d made the journey to Chai and Serenity’s house my force of habit.
"I’m uh… a little jumpy myself honestly.
Would you mind if I joined you?”
In a few hours, I’m leaving for Paris, where I won’t have any wifi what so ever, and a few days later to Geneva, where I’ll have wifi but no computer.
Which means, you’ll probably see me complain and reblog stuff, but I won’t be doing any RP (except if you’re ok to RP with me on mobile).
That’s all! I’ll be back Sunday 13 (but most likely won’t do a thing until the 14, because of the WC final.)
((Say hello to Victor Frankenstein for me.))
ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN, PEOPLE.
TIME TO PLAY,
"ARE THOSE FIREWORKS OR DID MY NEIGHBOR GET SHOT"
-Serenity looked up and all around at the mention of Chai’s name, catching a very pale blur in the process. Holding in her sigh, she flashed Wallace a small smile; she knew exactly who he was, and the predicament he was in.-
Close, but no dice! I’m her twin sister, Serenity. You must be… little Wallace, correct?
… I’m gonna guess my home’s pretty far away, huh?
*He’d forgotten what Chai sounded like, but Serenity’s voice was pretty different from anyone he’d ever heard before… except for movies. He was more curious than concerned anyway, but he was supposed to be doing his homework…*
Mum’s going to be really mad when I get home.
hI!!! My name is Chai Kitty Bell Fountaine, I’m three years old aaaand I’m here to fuck shit up! -PUMPS HER TINY FISTS-
*As Wally’s 8-year-old mind is completely baffled that he’d just heard someone so much younger than him say words that would easily put him in a world of trouble if he said himself*