#i'm back...kinda

[count-pudding]

bun

[studyaxis]

So I forgot the password for this account and it took me this long to finally sit down and click on "Forgot Password" and reset it. Oh, well.

In a very general, very open update: I passed GATE! I am doing my Masters in Communication and Networks (a bit different from my day as a CS undergrad) but I am genuinely nothing but grateful and thankful and all those things that I get to study at a college as good as the one I currently got into.

This is one of those things that strike you a lot later — Trust the work you put in. Trust your ability do difficult things. I have videos of me crying from frustration at this unnecessarily competitive exam prep and I also have the video of me getting my ID Card at my new college. The things you want will come to you. Trust the work you put in.

Happy Monday!

[notasolidone]

Casino Royale black paper fanart ♦♠

I still got Le Chiffre to finish...

[hellotweetygirl]

I'm so so behind on everything ;;;;;;;

[coraxstiles]

Stora prompt: Cora comes back when Stiles starts to lose his mind, she gets really worried about him and tries to help.

No one had seen Stiles for days. Everyone had been looking for him but no one could find him. His dad had every deputy looking for him round the clock but nothing. Scott was freaking out and even though she hid it well so was Cora.

She and Stiles were close but no one else knew about it. In the middle of the night she would slip out of the apartment and search for him until the sun came up. After a week Scott's dad got the feds involved but they didn't have any luck either.

Cora couldn't take it anymore, she felt like no one was doing anything so she snuck into his room to try and get some kind of information on where he went. It was obvious his dad had been through everything already but she wanted to mack sure he didn't miss anything.

Everything was thrown all over the place, which wasn't much different than the last time she saw it. It had been a few months since she saw him, they had spent the night talking in his room. Then it hit her, there was one place no one had even thought to look.

Stiles had told her about a cabin trip he took with his parents when he was little before his mom got sick. Cora headed out, ignoring Derek's constant phone calls. It took her half a day and she was beginning to think that she was never going to find it until she caught his scent in the woods.

She followed it to a cabin and could hear him inside. Relief washed over her as she walked inside but it was very short lived. It was completely dark and smelled stale. The only light coming in was from the opened door behind her. She couldn't see him at first but she could hear his heart racing.

"Stiles?" Cora kept her voice low and the door open. She could spell panic and fear and then movement in the corner caught her eye. "Stiles it's me, Cora."

"Cora again? That's six Cora, two Scotts, four dads and eight moms. Are you going to die or are we going to talk?" He moved into the light in front of her and stared at her. His eyes were wide and it was as if he was looking right through her.

She had no idea what he was talking about and part of her didn't want to know. "Stiles everyone is worried about you."

"Good. Talking is good, I don't think I could kill you again..." He turned around and walked back into the darkness. Cora looked around and there was hardly anything in the room; an old couch, a broken stove, empty cabinets, and a few boarded up windows.

"You need to go home Stiles." She carefully stepped inside but left the door wide open. It was going to be dark soon and she had no idea what she was going to do.

Stiles sighed and sunk back down in the corner. "We already talked about this Cora. I'm to scared to go back, okay? Just skip to the part where you go away, it's always the same routine."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, it was probably Derek again. She ignored it and walked over to him, sitting on the ground across from him. "Why don't you walk me through our routine?"

He was quiet for a while and started writing something in the dust on the floor. "You try and convince me to go home, call me names, make me laugh. I tell you everything that I've been seeing and we talk for a long time. Then I tell you I miss you and you smile then I start to feel normal again. I finally tell you how much I like you but when I look up...you're gone again. And after that you're probably going to be gone when I look up."

"I'm here Stiles. I'm not going anywhere, you can look up."

But he just shook his head and kept his eyes on the ground. "I can't trust that and I don't want you to go...even if you're not real."

"I am real..."

"No!" He shot up and went outside, not looking at her once. She followed behind him and waited. "I'm going crazy. I don't know what's real anymore, I don't know what's wrong with me." He stared straight ahead, concentrating on something in the distance.

Cora didn't know what he was seeing but the look on his face told her it was horrifying. "What do you see?"

"You...part of you, hanging in that tree." She looked, even though there was nothing there, trying to imagine it.

He walked towards the tree and she walked next to him and hoped she could bring him back. "It's not real Stiles."

"It feels real." He whispered, looking up.

Cora reached out for his hand but hesitated. She had gone all the way out to the middle of nowhere and probably should just call his dad and tell him that she found Stiles. "It's not real." She grabbed his hand and wove her fingers with his. "I'm real Stiles, you're real and that's all you need to focus on right now."

Stiles looked down at his hand, then up at her. "Cora?" She nodded and squeezed his hand. "What's wrong with me?"

"I don't know. That's what we have to figure out."

[theironbird]

Slowly moving back into action/activity

I am going to upload some artrades and comissions, and a few sketches for gifts. And I will upload and reblog and post some stuff here and in Deviantart. See you around, my friends!

[beautyful-mind]

It's been awhile

Since school is starting next week for me, I have been trying to keep away from tumblr and train myself in preparation for school. I have been doing well obviously. I've been thinking of a lot and I have a lot to say, but the question that is burning within me is how?...