Sydney | 22 August | Wiccan
Welcome to the mouse pile! We have a lovely selection of furry mice to cuddle with and they each come with a helping of feels. Please excuse any and all screaming about NO. 6, NICO DI ANGELO who must be PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS, TOKYO GHOUL, HAIKYUU!!, KINGDOM HEARTS, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, MY PERSONAL SHENANIGANS and ANY OTHER FICTIONAL WORKS, as the dork feeding the mice can be a bit eccentric.
I thought of something truly upsetting for the end of Destiny Rising, so naturally I had to write some sort of premise to it. You’re welcome.
Destiny Rising, pilot scenario
Closing my eyes allows for all the sensations around me to flood through me and allow me to experience them with a sort of calm that settles comfortably. The fire crackles in the hearth and its warm glow bathes the room in pleasant warmth that battles the chill of the night outside. It smells like smoke and, even better, the smell of the tea carefully prepared by father as he sets three mugs down on the table in front of me.
My friend is a witness to the mess I became after watching the newest episode of Tokyo Ghoul. Gods that was intense.
I was legitimately speechless.
My morning has been really amazing today and it’s really nice; I got to wake up at the time I felt like, I ate fresh fruit for breakfast and had some tea alongside it, and I had a conversation with this very kind person I’ve met about Nico di Angelo.
This afternoon’s going to be great, too: I’m preparing the pumpkin so I can bake all the desserts I have planned, I’ll have a pot of tea as I do so, and my room mates are leaving for the weekend so I’ll be on my own. Tomorrow, I’m baking pumpkin bread and some chaussons au pommes (I can’t for the life of me remember the English for it), as well as hopefully finishing a translating project I’ve taken up; and on the Autumn Equinox I’m baking cupcakes for my friends and cleaning my room, and just overall having a lovely weekend. Then, the binder I ordered should be in the mail on Tuesday at the latest.
Things are looking up, and I’m genuinely happy for the first time in quite a long time. I’m writing more, I’m drawing more, I’m reading more, and I just feel alive. Maybe the fall has to do with it - it’s my favourite season.
So in my photography class we went to do fieldwork, and my college shares a campus with the research and agricultural facilities of a university, and we went to the organic farm they have here to take pictures. I swear fruit has never looked more delicious than when it’s still in the tree and the best part is that I can bring a grocery bag and pay 20$ to have it filled with fruits, vegetables, spices, and herbs so guess who’s going to be doing that now? For the love of Zeus, motherfucking pumpkins and garlic braids.