Need to carry an aspirant or a neophyte around? Hide them so an honored brother doesn't 'adopt' them while your away? No longer must you wonder what you'll do, here is the new backpack for your armor.
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Need to carry an aspirant or a neophyte around? Hide them so an honored brother doesn't 'adopt' them while your away? No longer must you wonder what you'll do, here is the new backpack for your armor.
Starting the day with Nuclear proliferation and disarmament, indeed good morning to everyone.
I didn't really move on. I just crammed my life into cardboard boxes and let everyone call it "growing up." The goodbyes felt too small, too thin, for all the things we were leaving unsaid in the driveway.
Now the silence follows me everywhere, thick and heavy, like it’s waiting for me to speak first. Home feels different now—not a place, but a weight. Every corner of this room holds a version of me that I’m forced to leave behind, a ghost I’m not allowed to be anymore.
They say this is just how it goes, new city, new campus, new names to learn, as if starting over is as simple as changing clothes. As if "fitting in" is just a box I’ll eventually check. But I’m terrified of who I’ll be when I get there. I don’t know if I’ll find people who feel like a Sunday afternoon, or if I’ll just get used to the coldness of unfamiliar rooms.
Something ended without asking if I was ready to let go, and now I’m standing at the edge of a map I didn't draw, trying to figure out how to belong to a place that hasn't even met me yet.
Fandom: Cultist Simulator
Sample Size: 73 stories
Source: AO3
Throughout the castle are trash chutes where nobles may toss what no longer amuses them. Far beneath are the rot pits. King Cyprian once made an oath to the people there. His army would never set foot on their lands. They did not know the price would be their sky.
Almost all Hunters recruited
Doing one last run on Cult Sim with the intention to recruit the hunters. And with the exception of Dr. Dragon (accidentally killed her - WHOOPS 😅) THEY ARE HERE!
But then again it is a glorious run.
Saturday july 13th.
5 :03 AM
"DROP " when you drop something it usually means letting something go, but ironically in an aspirant's life it means to hold on to something, it means to hold on to the belief that you'll catch your seat this time ,it means you're not ready to let go off your hard work , the notes you stuck on your wall are still stuck in your head , the facts you mugged up you still murmur in your sleep , and most importantly you still want your dream to be fulfilled, you still have hope .
Sharon akodia