#3.30.2020

[miwachan2]

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updated Kika Reference Sheet

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[wired-shadow]

2020 Quarantine Challenge - Week 1 & 2

Since I'm only a week late to the party, I decided to combine week 1 and week 2 into one week to catch up.

Week 1 - Questions

Mon - Have you made a study schedule to help you study at home?

I haven't made a study schedule. So far, I've been going with the flow, but I am starting to consider changing things up by having a clear schedule. Hopefully it will improve my productivity over the next month!

Week 2 - Pictures

Mon - Take a picture of your desk

Apologies about the lighting, it has been rather gloomy all day.

[you-are-my-neverland]

“Is the spot I'm filling the one the girl who died last year was in?” Ace asked innocently. He remembered that one, the news that had made headlines, the factor that had prevented the Oceanview Phoenixes from making it to the Cyclone second division finals last year.

The girl’s lips tightened into a frown and Sullivan sighed, tugging at the brim of his baseball cap. 

“Perhaps,” he admitted grudgingly.

“She was murdered,” Ace stated bluntly.

“Some of us are,” the girl answered calmly. Her hands were clenched tight around her arms, the skin white.

“Will I be?” Ace asked drily.

“Not if you keep your head down,” the girl said with narrowed eyes. “And follow the rules.” There was something ominous about how she said it that made Ace think she was being more serious than he had been.

“I didn’t think the Phoenixes were about following the rules,” he noted.

“There’s always time to be reborn,” she responded.

“Who are you again?” 

“Your new captain, if you sign.” She smiled, lips stretching, gum popping.

Ace chewed on his lip, worrying it between his teeth. He thought about it, looking down at the curve of his scratched up and dented helmet. There was nothing for him out there. He could leave and go home, that home in the slums with the caved in window that let the rain in when it poured. Maybe his parents would be home, but it wasn’t likely. He hadn’t seen them in a few days. He’d go and check under the sink, count the bills he had saved and know it would never be enough for him to get out of this town. He’d go back to this ice rink every night and run his body and equipment into the ground, until the helmet was nothing but a car in a wreck and the puck had finally broken in half.

Or he could sign and get out of this town. He could sign and walk straight into another type of trouble, trouble that could get him all twisted up and leave him for dead, but—

But he would be on the ice, where his body took him every single night, and he would be free. Free to let the viciousness inside loose. Free to play and be good at it, be better than good, be all of it. No restraints. No playing it safe. Oceanview’s Phoenixes might be wild and dangerous, but they played how they played and they made damn sure no one else could keep up.

“Where do I sign?” he asked.

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— unnamed wip 

[miwachan2]

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Maw Reference

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Updated Sasha Reference Sheet

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Airrock Reference Sheet

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[killedbycorona]

not panicking finally but still incredibly scared and sad. very much feeling the weight and trauma of this all and trying to see more than just the worst of things. very isolated and very gentle if I can be. How are you?

[sarahresponda]

A shell ebbs and flows with the tide

Just as we grow as we go with the changing times

This shell found me on the Nantucket seashore

And she finds you on the next wave of your beautiful life