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2 mos ago
Current sick! my brain feels rotton
2 mos ago
Committed vehicular manslaughter on my way to work this morning. RIP the squirrel who ran out in front of my car. You were very squirrelly
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*busts down door* I'm alive! *shocked audience gasps*
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3 mos ago
Contrary to popular beelief, bees are democratic socialists. --paraphrasing the Beeginner Beekeeping course I took online

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Hello! I'm...
🦋 Lu 🦋

she/her
23 years old

I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!






Most Recent Posts

In 3 Word Story 3 mos ago Forum: Spam Forum
the man began
Hey! Hey!
Why does it take pirates so long to learn their alphabet?
In Book Quotes 3 mos ago Forum: Spam Forum
I promise God does not care how you do your laundry.
KC Davis, 'How to Keep House While Drowning'

Anathema Dunn

Time: Early Morning, Location: Traveling to Dawnhaven / Communal Hotspring



She climbed off the stagecoach, weary from the long trip to Dawnhaven from her childhood home. She was still on the outskirts of town and would be walking the rest of the way. The stagedriver unceremoniously dropped her two bags on the ground beside her pointed in the direction of Dawnhaven with only an "umf". She was about to offer him her thanks when he whipped the horses in motion. Her clothes were rumpled, and her hair was unruly after the long trip. Anathema attempted to smooth her dress and coat, a new, blue-grey, woolen bulk to which she had not yet become accustomed, and attempted to tame her frizzled curls before giving up. She would just have to hope that her ruffled appearance would be forgiven today and forgotten tomorrow. Sighing, Anathema patted her journal, safely stored in the generous pocket of her dress, and gathered her minimal luggage.

She began to meander in the general direction of her new lodging. Anathema tried to make a mental map, tried to be aware of her surroundings, tried to know where her feet took her, and oh how she tried. She was tired and her body was stiff from the hours spent in the jostling stage. In a way, the walking felt good--restorative. She made no mental map, she was largely unaware of her surroundings, she wasn't sure where her feet were leading. She stopped. Her honey eyes surveyed her surroundings languidly, her feet had led her to a hotspring.

'Maybe...' the thought faltered and trailed off before its full formation.

The air surrounding the hotspring was warm and humid. For the first time since she had left Aurelia, the home of her birth, Anathema felt the swelling knot of homesickness catch in her throat. She wondered if Dawnhaven would become home. She promised herself to write to her parents when she settled for the night, they would like to know she arrived safely. They hadn't been happy when she had told them she was leaving; there had been tears, yelling, even begging. Anathema thought of the sunny, silken scarf her mother had gifted her at their parting. Yellows and oranges, trimmed in gold tread, to remember Aurelia--and them.

'Maybe my feet knew I needed to come here.' she finished her earlier thought, moisture beginning to collect on her brow.

She dropped her luggage and shedded her new coat, her shoes and stockings, leaving them neatly gathered on the bank of the spring. She stepped into the spring, rewarding her feet for having brought her here. Then, as she flexed her toes in the water, she noticed someone else at the hotspring not so far off from where Anathema stood now. Anathema's face grew hot from under her skin.

"I am so sorry." She balked, sweeping her dress up in once hand to keep it above the water as she waded closer to the someone else, "How rude of me! I am Anathema."



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Céline @SkeankySnack

Ooo, I guess she could just get there and be moving in?! Thanks all for getting thinking.

@The Savant@The Muse@PrinceAlexus
@The Savant, sorry for the delay in my reply and thank you so very much for your offer. I'm certainly open to any guidance, including a writing buddy. To be frank, I simply wasn't sure how to begin, went awol and spent a couple days just devouring books, and have just now revisited the site(oops).
In Book Quotes 4 mos ago Forum: Spam Forum
There is, of course, no such thing as a fallen woman, unless we are speaking of a woman who recently tripped on the stairs. One of the most difficult elements of this world is the way its social rules are simultaneously rigid and arbitrary. It is impermissible to engage in physical love before binding legal marriage, unless one is a young man of means. Men must be bold and assertive, but only if they are light-skinned. Any persons may fall in love regardless of station, but only if one is a woman and the other a man. I urge you not to navigate your own life by such faulty borders, my dear. There are, after all, other worlds.


Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

My favorite footnote thus far.




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