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And Iām not even sure yet what I want to share and donāt want to share.
But I can say that:
I found an apartment! Iām currently renovating it because the previous tenant didnāt do a thing, and what he did do is terrible. (Besides that, he probably had no clue how to clean either...) But Iām not paying rent yet, so I can fix everything up just the way I want.
There are a few little issues with the insurance company and the people involved in the water damage. But right now, I just donāt give a damn about any of it. The main thing is that Iāll finally have some peace and privacy soon.
Right now, Iām living with a girl from the building who was affected by the water damage too. We get along well, but Iām just not the type for roommates. With someone else in the same apartment, I just canāt relax the way I need to in order to focus on my hobbies. It really stresses me out.
On top of that, the internet service I have right now is just terrible. Streaming services work somewhat okay, but as soon as I want to play a game or do something on my computer, I keep having connection issues. I hate it. So much.
Things are already stressful enough right now, and not being able to unwind is really not cool.
All in all, I think that by the end of June, once the move is done and everything is somewhat set up, Iāll have a lot more mental space for Tu.mblr again.
I miss you all! I miss writing! And I never would have thought how much Iād miss making little edits! But with constant loading screens and sudden internet outages, itās just not fun right now...
Big hugs to you all! I hope youāre all doing well. I love you all, and I hope to see you soon! š«¶š»
I'm moving. Next week, I'll be moving into temporary accommodation (unfortunately, it's still not entirely clear where) and then into a new apartment. I have an appointment to view the apartment tomorrow and the conditions sound very good. (It's a little bigger than my current apartment, has a garage, would be managed by the same property management company as now, but not the same landlord, and I would even have an extra room). Keep your fingers crossed for me! Because I could move into this apartment as early as April 1 and hopefully settle down a bit. I could also move back into my current apartment. In about 3 to 4 months. But in times of crisis, people show their true colors, and I'm not going to stay here with my current landlord. Let's just say a lot has happened in the last few weeks.
My insurance will also cover all the damage to the furniture! So that means shopping time for me! As soon as I have a new apartment, of course, haha.
It's still a difficult time. I'm looking for a lawyer and there are still a few things that need to be clarified. But there is light at the end of the tunnel!
I hope to be able to reply to a few threads soon and I'll do my best to respond to messages. Thanks to everyone who is thinking of me! I miss writing. And of course I miss you all! Love you. ā„
I won't tag this text with TWs, but here's a general warning. If you're not feeling well yourself and heavy topics like other people's misfortunes upset you too much, then please don't read any further.
I can't sleep. There are five industrial dehumidifiers in the house where I live. They run 24/7, and even though the property management company advised me to find a new place to live as soon as possible, I decided to spend the night in my apartment.
I live in a very old house. It was built around 1530 and it's really beautiful. There are only three of us girls on three floors, each with our own apartment to rent, and life here is usually very idyllic. We get along well and have similar preferences when it comes to music, quiet hours, etc. It just clicked right away.
Unfortunately, that changed this morning ( February 2nd ) when a dishwasher that had been installed and set up by the resident of the apartment above me developed too much pressure and the connected water hose burst. Within about an hour, water was running from the top apartment all the way down to the basement. The water in my apartment was about 1 cm high, and I'm not lying when I say that the splashing of the water raining from the ceiling sounded like I was caught in a tropical storm. Many of my belonging have been destroyed. My couch, for example, caught a lot of water (luckily!) because it was in the right place. The couch is ruined. When we carried it out into the garden, it dripped all over the stairwell. It had really stored several liters of water and was damn heavy, even though we took it apart. A lot of things survived. Except for a few lamps and sockets, all the electrical equipment is completely fine. My books, games, computers, and consoles? Miraculously, nothing happened to them.
However, I was informed today that I can no longer live in this apartment. ( It's not official yet, which is why I was able to sleep here one more night. ) The entire ceiling has to be removed, the floors taken out, and some of the walls torn down. I will have no kitchen, no living room, and until this apartment is dry, I will have to endure constant noise from industrial dryers. I would also be living on a construction site. And that's a big no no.
The building is so old, it is a listed historic building. Most of the wood used in its construction is original from 1530, and as far as I know, the clay walls are also original. This apartment has survived so much. I don't want to tell the whole story because it would be very easy to find out where I live, but this building has seen a lot. And it was possibly destroyed by masses of water within an hour.
But I'm not just sad about the destroyed apartment. This is my home. Fortunately, it's only furniture that has been destroyed. As far as I know, there are no items that were particularly dear to me, and yet since this morning, everything feels like a dream. Everything feels... empty.
If everything goes smoothly, the restoration will take three months. But for that, everything has to go perfectly. All the workers who need to do something in this apartment would have to be available immediately. That's unrealistic. We're talking more like six months or more. Six months without a permanent home, six months living in hotels or vacation apartments. It will probably come down to me having to move. Basically right away. For me and for my peace of mind.
And the insurance? Well, of course, they won't pay until everything has been recorded and all parties have submitted what is necessary to determine the extent of the damage. My furniture alone will cost a few thousand.
Fortunately, my friends & my family were there for me right away. They helped me pack boxes all day and drive everything we could to my parents' house. So luckily, I didn't have to do everything on my own.
And yet, I still have a lot of work ahead of me. So I can't say how and when I'll manage to be here and write. And I know none of you would pressure me to write. I'll probably do it anyway from time to time. Sporadically, maybe put a few things in the queue. Whenever I need a break.
I just hope for myself that my life gets back on track as quickly as possible.
tagged by: @fireburial (I think my wardrobe is a little more colourful than yoursā¦)
tagging: @dragonul-de-aur , @narbenherz , @ghula-herz , @vergeltvng , @vcnenum , @shadowpunk , @ausgetrieben , @verflcht & You!
ā MOODBOARD CHALLENGE āā YOUR LIFE ( PROFESSION ) ā
Living in two worlds is difficult. I'm usually up all night, chasing after strange creatures and have to be back behind the counter at 9 in the morning to show the curious and unbelievers the dark sides and secrets of this world. The two go hand in hand and yet they get in each other's way. Would I wish for a different life? Definitely not!
15 ASSOCIATIONS ! repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.
I. ANIMAL :Ā Ā fox
II. COLOR(S) :Ā Ā chrysler cottonwood gray & amethyst smoke
III. MONTH :Ā Ā february
IV. SONG :Ā Ā hurricane by i prevail
V. NUMBER :Ā Ā 7
VI. DAY OR NIGHT :Ā Ā night
VII. PLANT :Ā Ā willow
VIII. SMELL :Ā Ā coffee & magic static in the air before it rains
IX. STONE :Ā Ā moonstone
X. SEASON :Ā Ā something between autumn and winter, when the days are warm and the nights are shiveringly cold
XI. PLACE :Ā Ā abandoned train station
XII. FOOD :Ā Ā dark chocolate
XIII. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN :Ā Ā aquarius
XIV. ELEMENT(S) :Ā Ā air & shadow
XV. DRINK :Ā Ā black coffee
š“ š¢ Ā· @unbindingpages said: ā Ā why involve me? iām nobody. itās my first day. nothing special about me. Ā ā | Vika & Rust
The fairy's gaze was focused on the flower wreath she was making. She turned it over and over between her fingers, reached for another flower, and wove it into a gap in the crown. āDon't be so modest, everyone has to start somewhere.ā A soft laugh escaped her throat, then her gaze darted from the corner of her eye to Rust. Then back to the flower crown. āDone.ā She grinned contentedly, turned to the newcomer in her garden, and placed the crown on his hair. āNow you look like you're part of the garden.ā She giggled again, then leaned against the wooden table in her garden. The flowers smelled enticing, the sun shone warm and friendly from the sky. One could almost forget that it was actually too warm for the season.Ā
āTell me why you came here in the first place.ā She raised her eyebrows. Curious to see if he could resist the garden's pull, or if the forgetfulness brought on by the scent of the beguiling flowers had already set in. āWhy Scotland? What drove you out of the States? And why are you visiting me today?ā She reached for one of the two glasses of water and held the wonderfully cool glass briefly to her forehead and cheek before taking a sip. āCome on, I'll show you how to make flower crowns, and then you can tell me everything in peace.ā
š“ š¢ Ā· @unhinqed said: "I am not convinced." | Dipper
The young man's jaw dropped. āWhat does that mean?ā His expression, his gestures, everything about him showed complete incomprehension. It suddenly emanated from every fiber of his being as he looked at the older man. āI explained to you why the hell I'm not a Supe, and now you're telling me you're not convinced?ā Dipper raised his hands and buried them in his hair as he turned away and took a few steps. āHoly shit,ā he muttered. His head was spinning. āHow the hell are you supposed to prove you're not one of those supernatural assholes?ā His gaze drifted upward. Dipper wasn't religious, but maybe there was something up there in the clouds that would give him the right incentive. āFuck. Should I tie myself up and throw myself into a lake so you can see I'm human once I'm drowned, or what?ā He turned to Billy. There was incomprehension, fear, and perhaps a slight provocation in his eyes. āTell me what else I can do to convince you!ā
š“ š¢ Ā· @unbindingpages said: āĀ thereās gonna be a fee, and itās gonna cost you double.Ā ā | Marcella & Murphy
The corners of her mouth twitched. But not with amusement. āOh, really?ā she asked, looking Murphy up and down. So intently, as if her eyes wanted to burn through his clothes, through his entire body. But so slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Apart from the risen dead, they probably did have all the time in the world.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, then took a step toward him. Her chin raised. āHow much?ā Her eyebrow also rose as she looked directly into his eyes. The smile that now formed on her lips was not friendly. It was brimming with contempt. āAnd why am I paying twice as much?ā
An idea came to her mind. He wouldn't go along with it. Or would he? She doubted it, and yet she uncrossed her arms. Her gaze changed as she moved a little closer to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder, but let it wander directly onto his chest. āI bet you're a smart man. We can negotiate.ā Her voice became a little softer, the smile on her lips more sensual, as her hand continued to slide down his body. āThis world has become lonely,ā she purred. āWe could forget that for a second.ā
The immortal looked down at the corpse at his feet; he felt dizzy and not yet as strong as before, having had to take the other's life. And in the strange way he did it. He absorbed the other's soul into himself. Then a battle ensued over who would ultimately take over the body. Even though Andrej's soul won, a part of the other person would now always lie dormant within him. Mostly it was strange preferences for food or a certain scent that he now liked. The person at his feet probably deserved it because he had hurt innocent people. And Andrej stood up for those people. Back then and today. The corpse now lay before him, and it seemed as if nothing had been done to the person. Only the corpse looked a littleā¦ dried out. The blood here was only from the previous fight. Andrej's clothes were now dirty and blood-soaked, but he knew that the wounds would disappear again in a moment. His body healed incredibly quickly, even though he could feel the pain pulsing through his body.
He fished for his cell phone, briefly told Abu Dun that he was still alive, and then dialed the number his companion had given him. Someone would come and clean up the mess here. The immortal plopped down on his butt after sending a message with the address. He wanted to know who was cleaning up here. What kind of person they were. And when the person finally showed up, he was struck. A dark-haired beauty stood in the secluded alley, laden with cleaning supplies (and even though they were in their packaging, Andrej could smell the scent burning in his nose). He didn't know exactly why. Whether it was her appearance or the fact that he was so emotionally distraught, but he had to blink several times. āRaqi?ā he whispered. His first great love had returned to him and was doing things like this? Andrej couldn't and didn't want to believe it. Trembling, he reached out his hand to the woman. As if she were the anchor of everything.
Charlie had armed herself with everything she needed. She often received spontaneous assignments like this, rarely knowing exactly what needed to be done, and when she found herself in an alleyway, she raised her eyebrows. Rarely, but why not? The blood didn't shock her. It would take a little time to find all the bloodstains that had been scattered here, but... Charlotte's steps slowed until she finally stopped. It wasn't the first time her client - that was him, wasn't he? - was waiting for her, and yet it always surprised her. She had already prepared a cheeky response, something to break the ice and make it clear what she thought about being watched, when a whispered name reached her ear. She paused, her mouth already open to deliver her cheeky response. But suddenly her head was empty.
Until he reached out his hand to her. Charlie immediately recoiled. āHey!ā There was a warning in that one word, even though there were still a few steps between them. And yet, that name, that gesture, completely threw her off balance. Pull yourself together! Damn it. When was the last time a man had thrown her off balance like that? Exactly. Never! āI'm Charlotte.ā Her voice wavered as she said this, but by the next sentence she had regained her composure. āYou're my client? Then here are a few ground rules. Ask whatever you want. I can't guarantee you'll get an answer, though. And then you leave and let me do my job.ā She blinked. Her words sounded harsher than usual, but something about this situation, something about him, made her want to leave. No. She wanted to stay. Or did she? For a moment, she looked back in the direction she had come from before straightening her shoulders and turning her gaze back to the man. Clean up and destroy the evidence. She wasn't new to the job. And yet she felt unsettled, as if she were seeing a crime scene and a potential murderer for the first time.
Cassie is now one of the muses for this blog. The alien farmer will follow soon. I just don't know when yet.
I've moved everything from my inbox to my drafts so that I won't forget anything.
I am slow with writing at the moment. I am even slower with replying to messages. I am so sorry about it. No one is being ignored. Hopefully, I'll get back to all your lovely messages soon! ā”
āVika, Vika, wake up.ā The dark-haired woman shook the other woman's shoulder; not violently, but it wasn't gentle either. She sat with her back to the other woman, her hands in iron shackles. There was hardly any freedom of movement. Just like Vika. A short time ago, they had been peacefully outside, enjoying nature together, but now? Now everything was different. She didn't yet know who had brought them here, but she thought it had something to do with the attack a few months ago. Normally, something like this would have a long-term impact, and it had obviously taken a very long time. Aine heard Vika moaning, so she turned to her friend, the chains rattling on the floor. Vika was bound in a similar way to Aine.
āGood, you're still alive,ā sighed the ghoul with relief, leaning back against the cold stone wall and closing her eyes briefly to take a deep breath. She didn't like darkness and didn't feel particularly comfortable in this space. Dark and damp, cellar-like and with no windows. The air was dusty, so this room wasn't used often. The door was also made of iron; Aine could tell by the smell. āIs the pain going away?ā she murmured quietly to the other, leaning over a little. Her night vision allowed her to see something at all. Various shades of gray, not complete darkness, and that was the only reason Aine had found the other without having to feel her way forward.
Darkness enveloped Vika. Normally she would have been dreaming, but today her mind seemed uninterested in images and memories. Instead, there was a voice. A voice that pulled and shook her. It seemed urgent, but unconsciousness held Vika tight, refusing to let her go, and the fairy almost gave in to the urge to simply sink back into this dreamless sleep. Almost.
But the voice continued to speak. Alive? Why shouldn't she be alive? Vika's eyes fluttered open, a movement went through her body, and even though she could hardly see anything, everything was spinning. She immediately closed her eyes again. She swallowed. But her mouth felt dry, as if she hadn't had anything to drink in a long time. She groaned. Groaned in pain, as she realized a moment later. Unconsciousness slowly released its grip on her until Vika managed to lift her head, only to let it sink directly against a cold stone wall. The cold pulled her completely out of the blackness of unconsciousness, but the dizziness was slow to subside. āShit,ā escaped her lips quietly and hoarsely. Normally, swear words were rarely heard from the fairy's mouth. She tried to swallow again. Her throat felt like sandpaper. āRight now, it feels like the pain will never go away.ā Hesitantly, she opened her eyes again. She blinked. āWhere are we?ā Her brain slowly recognized the voice. Aine. But when Vika tried to move, that information became irrelevant for the moment. āWhat...?ā The clinking of shackles echoed through the room. Her movements became increasingly frantic, and the last remnants of her unconsciousness disappeared. Vika was suddenly wide awake. āNo, no, no!ā She couldn't control the panic that was taking hold of her. Shackles. Darkness. No wonder she felt weak. What's more, her skin was sensitive to the iron. āTake them off! Take them off!ā Vika sobbed as she tugged at the shacklesĀ as if her life depended on it. And in a way, it did.
