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tama & the number slide puzzle

i want to see a waft of falling snowflakes against the midnight sky, so i slowly look up. the air is static and dry, so still that if i were to lie down, the rise and fall of my chest would still tell me that i'm moving. i see small white dots drift randomly downwards. the sky is a deep blue-gray, and light grey stars peep through the frothy clouds. the dry air stings my eyes, so i blink them, slightly irritated and searching for a place to sleep. large rocks unresponsive and deposited lie next to a young birch tree to the right. i usually think that in those nooks and crannies i will find gems, like bells that ring so quietly that the air seems to fuzz, or thin strands of wampum. i can't make the wampum, and there's nothing i can do about that. so, these gems are miracles of the endless forest. i think my thoughts imitate a number slide puzzle, but...
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fancy title


Letter to an old friend...
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A letter

You all know who you are, I wonder if you still think about me. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you (all).

I used to be anxious every time I got a DM, but now, I particularly burst with joy when somebody boops me.
I'm in a much better place now than ever before.
Now I only think of the good stuff now.

The friends we've made along the way, the many fun, perhaps emotional experiences we've had, the jokes and belly-bursting gags I've had with others...
I hope y'all doing fine too. How are you all?

You may occasionally spot me with my dearest Cannibriel, Siddhartha or Torfastr in the forest.
(Don't be shy to poke me if you miss any particular character.)


i happened upon poppy flowers. it was like they were looking at me, and i didn't know what to do. i was going to sit beside them, but the ground was saturated, so when i stepped forward w my right foreleg, the spongy soil squelched, pushing rainwater up to my hove. i smelled petrichor; i thought it smelled nice with the poppies. i could've found hard ground, but i didn't want to move bc i thought i might offend the forest, poppies, dirt, etc.. if only the poppies' petals were dry, airy, soft like a finch's down feathers. i touched the tip of my nose to a petal, and i thought it's texture was velvety. "who's to say that they aren't?" i guessed. chirp. chirp. chirp. i caught a waft of another stag. chirp. chirp. when i turned my head left, i saw a snow white coat. its neck was bowed to reach a mushroom growing low on a sapling. chirp. chirp. its coat was brighter and more blue than other white coats, so i thought its dirt and dust might be falling to the ground. chirp. chirp.
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tsubaki | up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing

reposted because i want everything on this account more or less because otherwise i get tired of logging
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prism | blood and gore is all i get for being yours

i moved it here because i get tired of logging into accounts lmao
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