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Just a lil something about Aether leaving for a short while.

Words: ~600

Pairing: Aether x Dewdrop

Warnings: None

Tags: confession, revealing feelings, soft babies

#wanted to jump on this bandwagon #been in a lil writers block hole #we gotta get back somehow #starting slow #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewther #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #fanfic #ghost fanfic #rat rambles

everyone is SOOOOO concerned about the girls having dirty hands…GUYS knee thing exists

#I stand by the knee thing #starting slow #shoni #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind

#jorah mormont #gotjorahmormont #got s5 #manigif #starting slow #been a while #might need to work on contrast

Caesar House: House tour

Sausage couldn’t decide which was more interesting: the house or fWhip. Maybe a combination of both. Probably both. Still, Sausage couldn't help but feel on edge. He didn't know fWhip, didn't know the House, didn't know how to navigate this new situation.

But he did know he wanted to try to make the best of it, so he tried. It wasn't like he'd quickly find somewhere else to stay.

fWhip led him through one of the openings, into the dining room. A grand wooden table stood in the middle, four chairs on either side. fWhip pointed out where Sausage would be sitting, on the far left, right next to fWhip and across from a girl named Katherine. She was nice, fWhip said. Sausage nodded - he'd have to find that out himself. Dinner was at six pm, breakfast and lunch whenever.

It was already two in the afternoon. In four hours, Sausage would meet the other five inhabitants.

fWhip pointed out a door to the hallway - pointless, in his opinion - and to the kitchen. This is where he could go if he wanted some snacks or drinks; he wouldn't be forced to put any snacks he'd buy himself in there. fWhip directed Sausage's attention to where the fruit was kept, but claimed it was only advised to go for fruit before any other snack.

From a door in the kitchen they went into the hallway with its weird checkered floor. On his left was the door to the garden - though it wasn't really a garden, it was just a clearing in the forest. The doors in front of him lead to the laundry room and Emma's private rooms. As this was all of the downstairs, it was about time to go upstairs.

Upstairs. Up those creaky stairs. Sausage thought it impossible to use them without making too much noise. It did lead to some sort of walkway next to the wall, some balcony looking over the entrance hallway, and right in front of them another door. That door led to the men's bathroom. fWhip stressed that it was the men's bathroom, and it made Sausage believe there had been an incident before.

A boy called Scott lived in the room next to the men's bathroom and fWhip mentioned in passing Sausage's door may not be locked - everyone seems to misplace the keys to their rooms, and only Scott managed to keep his. So, if the keys turn up, they'll hand it over to Sausage. Until then, Sausage added, he'd have to push something heavy in front of the door. He didn’t want anyone entering his home.

Then Sausage noticed there was a window in the wall to the hallway, across from Scott’s door, looking into a narrow room. The old office, fWhip explained. A remnant from the previous homeowner wanting to make sure nobody went downstairs in the night. Right now, a guy named Jimmy mainly used it and nobody knows what he’s doing in there. nobody asked him, and Sausage was given the advice to give Jimmy some space, he needed it right now. It sparked his interest, but Sausage didn’t continue asking.

fWhip pointed out the rooms. Next to Scott’s were Jimmy, Lizzie, Katherine, and a general storage room for spare stuff. Then, next to the office, there was Sausage’s room, then fWhip, Gem, and the women’s bathroom. Sausage let the names fly over his head – he had no faces to tie these names to, anyway, and he’d meet them at dinner anyway.

That concluded the house tour. fWhip would give Sausage some time to settle into the room, and he should call out if he needed anything. Sausage walked into the room – it was just as narrow as the office, and if two beds were placed next to each other, there wouldn’t even be an inch left to move around in.

Before fWhip left to let Sausage settle in on his own, he formally welcomed Sausage to the Caesar House.

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#empires smp #caesar house au #mythicalsausage #fwhip #starting slow #but necessary #at least i think it is #it's important to let tthese characters settle in #especially sausage #ao3 chapter coming later today #next time we meet the other inhabitants #if any questions arise #feel free to ask #i don't bite #in fact i'd love to answer your questions should you have any #inbox is always open

my bed’s a sacred place

roll over to see the past

once you’ve been in

you’ll never leave

#starting slow

Running in a vacuum

For the last week I’ve been trying to write a blog post about how isolating running has been for me.

I started 3 different posts about this topic. Each post felt super negative. Some posts I bitched about how slow I am. Or how fat I am compared to the college kids I’m around at the gym. One post was complaining about how I rarely go out anymore.

Those drafts are just sitting as in my bin, waiting to be picked apart, where I’ll harvest the witty lines and let the rest rot.

The thing is, I don’t want to blog to be about the shitty parts of running. I don’t believe running is a shitty thing.

Lately, I’ve felt really shitty about running. So its been hard to want to write about running until this afternoon.

This afternoon I spoke on the phone with one of my really good college friends, whom I haven’t seen in roughly 4 years. The last time she and I spoke on the phone she was pregnant with her son, who is now almost two and a half. I’ve not be the best friend at times.

You know how you have those friends in your life, that it might be years since you’ve talked but the second you do, its like nothing has changed? Yeah, that is what that phone call was like for me.

However, something really really valuable I got from our phone call was that my issues with running, are not mine alone.

I’ve been struggling with how time consuming running is. I am supposed to be doing 4 runs a week. 4 runs a week!!! That is over half of my week dedicated to running and sweating and showering and laundry and packing my bag to do it again! When do I get beers with my friends? When do I do my writing? Do I have to become one of those crazy people who run in the morning?

I’m not a morning person.

I’ve been bemoaning this to myself. I’ve been in this isolated pity party for weeks.

Then, like the sky has opened up, my friend tells me she feels the same way as I do. That I am not the only one who struggles with the time commitment of running and the weight lifted off my shoulders. I thought it was just me.

It’s not.

I thought it was just me who felt self-conscious running. It’s not just me.

I thought it was just me who doesn’t love running more than they love ice cream. It’s not.

I can’t tell you how good it felt to know I wasn’t alone.

The truth is, I do a lot of things alone. I eat alone. I binge watch netflix alone. I write alone. I reenact Hamilton alone. I sleep alone.

I run alone.

Lately I’ve felt like my life has been happening in a vacuum. Like I’ve been isolated, just me in a void.

There is a huge difference between being alone and being lonely. I didn’t know this difference for a really long time. Most of the time I don’t mind being alone. Alone is a state of being.

I know that running has been making me feel lonely. Lonely is a feeling in which no one relates or understands you. It’s been hard to justify running 4 times a week to people. It’s been hard to justify to myself.

However, I don’t have to be lonely and I don’t have to feel like a bad runner for having these thoughts.

I am not a bad runner. I’m not a fast runner. But I am not a bad runner.

And neither are you.