Jul 24, 2025
A bit different from what I normally post, but something cool happened to me last week and I wanted to share it!
Behold! Me and my friends (minus QED who was busy that day) accidentally terrorize local steamer in Splatoon 3!
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A bit different from what I normally post, but something cool happened to me last week and I wanted to share it!
Behold! Me and my friends (minus QED who was busy that day) accidentally terrorize local steamer in Splatoon 3!
It’s my birthday today 🎉 yay!
Sorry for kinda disappearing for the last few months- I’ve not been feeling up for writing lately. We tested my blood and the numbers are at quite bad (like, the level my blood was at before my first iron infusion) so I should feel a lot more up to doing things once I get my long overdue infusion. Sorry for the delay, and thanks for your patience. Regular updates should resume eventually.
Hands still aren’t fully recovered. I can type again, but it took so long to get to that point that I kinda gave up on meeting my deadline for the week. Rather then just writing the whole week off as a lost cause, I started working on a sequel chapter to one of my oneshots. Here’s an unedited teaser for that if you’re interested-
Ingo had no idea where he was.
But he knew he must be on the brink of death.
So cold. So tired.
Was he going into shock?
There were figures, people, just up ahead. It was dark, maybe just after dusk or just before dawn, but Ingo’s night vision was better than others. That was probably why they couldn’t see him, even though he could see them.
“Help…” He called out, his feeble cry carried away by the wind. “Help!”
He stumbled forward, desperate, unsteady, confused and lost and he needed-
“HELP!”
They heard him then, finally looked his way. Their voices muffled and scrambled, but very obviously alarmed. Several ran towards him, grabbing his arms as he stumbled and almost fell, his legs seeming to give out beneath him. How long had he been walking? How long had he been here, wherever here was?
“Have you seen my brother?” He asked one of the people carrying him, their normally burning touch numbed by the endless chill. “He looks like me, but he smiles while I frown.”
The person said something in response- but Ingo wasn’t sure what.
“His name is Emmet.” He continued, not even sure of what he himself was saying. “Is he here? Have you seen him?” It was so hard to walk forward, to keep up with the people dragging him along. Where were they taking him? Somewhere warm? To his twin?
Why was it so cold in the middle of summer?
THEY ARE HERE!!!!!!!!
@antidotesprout thank you so much!
Current oneshot is coming along, should be done this week.
😭 I have been unable to write for over a week now and it’s soooooooo annoying. I would like my brain to work again please. Preferably by tomorrow thank you
No chapter again this week. Maybe one day we can have a chapter two weeks in a row again