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Jashtober day 8: Tidal

The water pulls in and out...

That is how oceans work after all. I’m not going to regale you with an epic story told with far too verbose diction and a pension for self indulgent endings. What I will give you is a regalement of how to start your own life on the tides. Living upon a boat is not for the faint of heart. It takes sturdy legs, a strong stomach, and a touch of insanity in the brain. You have to learn to catch your own fish, because there’s no way in Davy Jones' locker, another member of the crew will share. It’s best not to start as a hothead. No matter how big you are and no matter how good of a fighter you are, there is always someone bigger and someone who’s a better fighter on your boat. It’s also best to ask a captain what their goal is in sailing before joining the ship. If they mention a whale, especially of the white variety, run. It seldom turns out well. Fishing boats are the safest bet, but they're also a dead boring choice and trust me lads, lasses, and lords, you don't wanna be boring. Now those hunting for some almost forgotten treasure are the perfect choice. Sure, there may or may not be the occasional mutiny, but danger is the spice of life. That's about it for living out on the seas. Oh wait, how could i forget. Invest in daggers. All right you scamps, get out there. I assure you it’s much easier than it sounds (after about 43,830 hours).

A little writing practice I did recently.

 There it was, the ancient item. It was almost unbelievable. I had heard rumors about it, I thought it would be a weapon of power or perhaps a garb giving you strength. But never did I expect to see a simple apple fritter. Casting magic on food was nigh impossible. If even a crumb were to fall off it could break the entire magic structure. At first my mind went to it being a hoax. The entire heist was now a waste of time and we would have risked prison and even death for a joke, but soon my imagination got the best of me, what if the rumors were right. Yes they were of the most ridiculous nature, but why would the artifact be a lie. I mean it’s not like the government would have to lie about having great magical protection. Maybe just maybe the gods did bless this item.

 “Barry, did you find it? We need some help here.” The voices of my companions made me realize something quite clearly. If they would get their hands on this there is no way they would share. They were thieves and criminals and a simple street rogue like myself would be no help in the future of their clan. “Barrington, I swear to the gods hurry up.” in a move of desperation and fear, I swallowed it in one quick bite. It wasn’t very big, perfectly mouth sized. I immediately felt a burst of emotions. It was delicious, but I felt no magical effect. How stupid of me it was just a lie of course. I mean if the government had some secret weapon that one new of, why would they tell. It was just for intimidation. A big lie. I opened my eyes in disappointment and….

Darkness then me, then my birth and my death, soon the death of everyone I knew then space, then magic, then wars. Every possible future, all of the conceivable past, and all the most tragic and beautiful of presents. My eyes saw everything, everywhere, and everywhen in a fraction of a fraction of a nano-second. Then darkness, nothing, it was a nothing that would horrify the universe herself. From the darkness came a light. First it was smaller than a gnat but brighter than all the stars combined. Soon it grew, getting brighter with every inch. As it developed, I could feel my mind shatter and my thoughts stopped…. “Barry is that the person who was going to steal the item while you distracted us.” asked the knight gruff and cold. “Yeah, I suppose.” I said not meeting his gaze. “Let’s see if he’s still in the tower.” he said in a small snicker. I can’t believe he would betray us. Suppose that’s what you get for trusting a street urchin. We entered the tower. All that was in it was a pedestal, holding a small berry pie. There was no sign of him anywhere. “Poor lad.” said the knight softly before taking us to our cells. 

Ms. Cosine <3. Love the concept

Miss cosine!! New OC ^

Okay bye

Guys guys guys (gender neutral!) please send me your chonny jash headcanons and thoughts. I don’t know how to ask this properly but uh. Headcanons and thoughts. On the Australian man’s characters and music. In ask box. Please :3

This is a fucking nightmare

They're right there

Literally me

To anyone who knows me, I'm sure I sound absurd

But I'm an egoistic queer under any definition of the word

Good god theyre multiplying

I'm just going to say it

Hokum, all ye faithful is super underrated. The only song anyone ever talks about from covered in discontent is the moss, and it's a crying shame. I get it to an extent. They aren't quite as well crafted as his covers from cccc onward, but they still got their merrit.

That's when you bust out, "word" synonym, on Google

I'll be there infecting it with Chonny >:]

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