#entry one

[letters-to-revali]

Dear Revali...

Dearest Revali...

Revali,

This letter idea feels... childish and futile. Apart of me can't help but wonder if you would feel the same. After my memories returned and I was able to understand the timeline of events... I found myself more lost than one perhaps should. I lived and so many died-- you died. I can't change these events and pondering on what I may have been able to do differently only brings more heartache.

Zelda hopes that writing these unsent letters may help me regulate and grow, these were the words she shared with me. Now that there is no threat looming over Hyrule, the Calamity is defeated and you and the other champions are forever gone I feel as though I have nothing. This is not to discredit the princess as she does her best to keep us busy with the rebuilding of Hyrule. She does not put expectations of my help but it is easier to be around someone who knows the loss I feel-- who knew you.

It is difficult not to feel the breeze and wonder if you're in it. If you can even see me now... hunched over this paper that becomes more and more full of my writing that I wonder if you had even had the opportunity to obtain a glimpse of. The sky tonight resembles one of your favorites... it must be the reason why I mustered up the courage to finally start writing to you. I can't tell if it helps or hurts knowing you will never see this. This does not stop me from imagining what you may say. The jests you may toss my way as the curve of your beak upturns in what I always saw as your smile...

Do you miss me as much as I miss you? I wonder this and I wonder it often.

It is late and I fear I may spill too much at once... until next time, Revali.

- Link

[starrynightdays]

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what do you mean

shouldnt you know

the woods

Voting ended onOct 3, 2023

[deer-knight]

rapier journal - entry one

i’m going to start writing entries after sca rapier practices to document progress, notes, and thoughts about my swordplay journey! i’ve always wanted to do this, but never really had the proper motivation. we’ll see if i keep up with it. i’ll structure these entries as such: things that need work, things i did well, and things i want to try next time, as well as a note on each person i fought sprinkled in wherever it fits.

if you’re interested in following this journal, there are some fighters you should know. the frenchman (he/him), the captain (she/her), dustman (he/him), delorean (any pronouns, but usually she/her), and sir north (he/him) will be my pseudonyms for the folks i fought today. they’re regulars so the names will remain for further entries.

since these will be fairly long, i’ll put the actual entry under the cut.

today was a pretty off day for me, compared to other practices. it might have just been fatigue, but i felt myself fighting a bit slower and more defensive than usual. it reminded me of how i fought in high school, making minimal attacks and only when convenient. that tactic doesn’t work in the long run for me. it puts me in an insecure mindset, like i need to wait for an opening to get a shot in, when i really don’t. i need to actively make openings for counterattacks to work. as soon as i forget or ignore that, i lose my edge and fall back on old, ineffective habits.

i still need to work on protecting my head as well. i felt so vulnerable today for some reason. it felt like my defenses were weak and my movement was slow, even though in my bouts with dustman he complimented my tempo. perhaps i felt slower than i was, but i do feel like he landed a lot of shots i should have blocked.

i lost far more than usual i think to the frenchman, which might have thrown me off since he was the first person i fought today. he’s not an easy fight by any means, but he felt particularly difficult today. i dont fight delorean as often as the others, so my bouts with her are hard to track. she’s fairly new still, but has a fencing background and strong foundations. i feel i did okay in my bouts with her. sir north i only crossed blades with in the melee, but i’m not fond of fighting him as his calibration can be inconsistent and unpredictable. i took a hard shot to the head during the melee and was reminded of why i tend to avoid bouts with him.

i’m super out of practice when it comes to melees - coordinating as a team with others has never been a strength of mine in fast paced environments, and being teamed up with delorean was difficult as i didn’t feel i had any good advice or tactics to offer her. i also don’t have many opportunities to practice melees, so finding ways to improve that skill will be more difficult than others.

let’s see, what went well today... i’m forcing myself to find things for this section, knowing i don’t always recognize my achievements. i did well fighting inside and close i think. my bouts with the captain were exciting and fast paced, as usual. she’s probably the best fighter there, and is exceptionally good at fighting in close, but i held out for a long time in close combat with her today, even if i usually lost.

i only fought single rapier today, which is typical, but i do want to practice more with dagger. i should also play with parrying devices, case, and longsword much more. generally, i want to expand my arsenal. i’m proficient with dagger, but the rest need work. i want to have more bouts with the frenchman next time after finding him so much more challenging than usual today. taking more grounding breaths to manage insecurity and pushing more attacks rather than waiting to counter should also be on my mind.

mantras for next time: i’m a good fighter. i can do this. there’s no need to feel inferior. i am respected by my fellow fighters. i am aware of my body and i have the skills to defend it. 

~&

[paper-spells-and-tea]

I guess Entry One?

I’m learning to become a witch :) and I want to blog on information I learn and my process as smol witch. I’ve taken interest into being an eclectic witch, delving into a bit of lunar, green, and divination witchcraft!

So yeah, entry one!

[uglypages]

I see all of those people attempting to journal and doing truly beautiful things, and let’s face it: real people such as me are never going to do it as well.

So here is my fucked-up attempts at journaling. Also. I don’t think I really know what journaling means. Please, nobody explains it to me.

[luciferia-morningstar]

Tired Sleepy Writing Idea #1

The scene starts with two girls, a tall dark skinned Chinese woman with platinum hair dyeing it rose pink/rose gold, talking to another woman who's Not Short, but also Not Tall, she's mixed black and white and her hair is red with orange ends like the picture at the bottom

They're talking about Code Name: Daisy's first disguise mission because neither of them are supposed to be out of the country America or England? And Daisy is nervous about her role, fiery redhead, Code Name: Scarlett tries giving her advice, tells Daisy to forget who she is and become the flowery Daisy girl. Scarlett offers advice as the pink hair spy goes to sleep in the other room and leaves after patting her friend's ankle.

During the flight Daisy gets a little nervous, but luckily Scarlett is Daisy's wife and can calm her down by whispering sweet nothing in her ear joking about being better at target practice then she is until Daisy calms down

The flight lasts Long and a few hours in Scarlett starts flirting Daisy up at the bar, at first because some guy tried flirting with her wife, then because Daisy blushes very prettily.

In the end they sit on their bed in the lounge for a while, Daisy braiding Scarlett's hair and unbraiding it, a calming tactic, until Scarlett turns a little and says "let me help you with your dress"

Daisy and Scarlett both know Daisy doesn't need help.

Scarlett helps anyways.

They are seen getting off the plane with Daisy slightly more in the clouds than she'd been when they'd gotten on, along with the several well placed hickeys and smug woman walking next to her the entire plane and crew is aware what happened.

Guy from bar nods a little as if to say "that's fair" and "not bad"

They get their luggage and get into a taxi where they speak to each other in Russian and French, the driver asks where Scarlett learnt Russian from, Scarlett says her mother in a Manhattan accent even though her original cover was supposed to be Russian, she quickly makes it American without hesitation. Daisy's accent is perfect though.

They get to the hotel and take A shower wink and get ready for the party additional wink and decide the best way to get information is to seduce the bad guy's daughter yet another wink only they can't decide who, so they both go for it

However, their relationship is new-ish and they don't want the other to doubt them, in the end they cry in a bathroom a little and then start to make out, The Daughter walks in and sees them, she says "Oh I didn't realize you were in to that" Daisy blushes while Scarlett, without hesitation, invites her to join them back at their hotel room Super Wink

The next morning The Daughter Code Name: Apricot due to her apricot colored dress, says she knew all along and wants to help

Apricot is black, and although her mother, also black, remarried, her adoptive stepfather loves and spoils her, and vice versa

Her request is accepted and they all go back to bed no wink

That's all I've got so far, tho I've decided to just make pictures for all our girls. I'm contemplating making one of them trans and/or nonbinary but I haven't decided yet Scarlett is nonbinary and uses she/them/him pronouns when specified, she is used most often but not always.

Scarlett

Apricot

Daisy

[herxheimring]

7 / 18 / 2019                                                                    ENTRY ONE

It all happened so fast. This was my third year of college while also being my fourth at the same time. A semester behind my original class all because of the boat of life being rocked by these little spirochetes called Lyme Disease that may or may not have gotten there by those big flies the one time I attempted canoeing at camp. Though this past semester wasn’t at all what I had planned it to be like, so given how life works, nothing ever really goes as planned. I got really sick again. All the progress I’ve made with my specialist seemed to take about 10 steps back or more. Old New England buildings seem to have a sickness of their own that effects those with weaker immune systems, so I had to leave in the middle of the semester to finish my work from home. Not only that, but I wasn’t really going to be able to go back there. Some people see college as a bit of a nuisance when considering the work and effort. Other see it as an opportunity to let loose all of their reckless ambitions. I saw mine as a family. A home away from home. I didn’t get to experience the usual senioritis my friends did, because I didn’t know I was going to be walking in graduation until five weeks before it happened. During those five-ish weeks, I had to be home. I spent the last week of college actually at the college to take part in finals and actually have the time to spend with my friends before we all went separate ways. It was an exhausting week on a lot of levels. Physically, mentally, and mostly emotionally.

Yeah, sure, it’s the middle of July now which makes this a bit late in reminiscing my graduation but I suppose there’s a curious reason to this. God works in mysterious ways and that great fact of His isn’t going to change anytime soon. Yes, I cried during the ceremony, which was kind of embarrassing given all the staff, faculty, and board members of the school sat on the stage and could see me. Very clearly, might I add. I tried to hold it in, but usually when the Spirit moves and you’re all holding hands during the Trio’s moving song of friendship it’s really impossible. But I held my head high that day. At the end we had a receiving line. My knees hurt from the small heels I wore and my cheeks stung a little from the smiles. So many asked me what I was going to do next and I had half of an answer. “I’m going to finish my Bachelor’s online...” and “I’m going on a missions trip to Israel...” and part of the cruel reality of adulthood “Working retail?” Okay, maybe I didn’t mention the last one because it’s not very exciting. I let my summer expectations into God’s hands knowing He’d do something better than anything I’d think of. But I sort of forgot halfway, the fact that I’ve let God take control no matter how much worry I let fester in my brain. Because He always exceeds expectations.

Later in May I went on vacation with my family. It was there I was called saying I got accepted into the “sister college” of the one I had just graduated from. I would have a good chance with them, I thought. They were one of the only schools that could accept my credits the easiest, I’d become fully accredited and I could do it from home online. It seemed like the perfect plan. Stay home and work, get healthy, and finish my degree online. Apparently, it was more of my plan rather than God’s. The more I began the process of enrolling into this college, the more stressed I became over finances. A lot of unease grew under the surface. There was so much confusion in the back-and-forth of information, not to mention there’s now a hefty car maintenance bill sitting on my credit card while there’s only $22 left in my checking account. How was I going to pay for college? Or worse yet, what was I going to do if I had more than one year left to finish? I already had doubts, but they seemed to increase and all while I’m going “God is this really what I’m suppose to do next?” I kept asking Him this, asking Him to show me the way.

I went on my missions trip, which I’m looking to cover in another entry don’t you worry, and God did some things. One thing in particular was He showed me a direction. Coming home I’ve now based everything I’m doing on this one single goal of a direction. I’m going to Israel for a year starting sometime next summer, so what does that look like with finishing out college? I got another call, only half of my credits transferred. There was an odd sense of feelings that transpired: a punch to the gut, a sigh of relief, and a gentle nudge to my side. I would have to take two years to finish my bachelors, and spend a lot of money I don’t have. My opportunity for the mission field is so wide open, why would I abandon it to sit at home with my nose buried in a screen? I have other bills to pay aside from college anyways. So I’ve decided against college now. I have a diploma, from the college I still call my home and family. I’m proud to be class of 2019 and I’m ready for missions whether I have a bachelor’s degree or not. When you ask God for direction He’s going to give it, though it’s not always going to be in the way you think. He showed me, I have peace about it. Sure I’m a little disappointed I won’t get to finish, but the next opportunity is so beyond this world I can’t bear to wait for a degree that I might not even use.

Time to work and pay my bills. The basis of my summer is being an adult, the whole fun jam of trying to keep up with my health and work hours. I hope that sounded sarcastic. I may not be writing papers anymore but I’d like to keep my fast typing fingers in shape. So here I am starting a blog, getting the hang of it so I can process my thoughts and tell people what’s going on. Maybe learn a few lessons on the way.

                                                                                   --Amberthyst