Knack Division: Week 4 (ish) part 2

Week 4 part 1 is here

20+ pictures under the cut
Plus, words!

Knack Division: week 4++ (part 1)

click to see the week (ok, two weeks) of Tumblr pictures

click to read from beginning

Ummm...50 to 70 pictures under the read more, depending on how many I can bring myself to cut
Birthdays!
Cats!
Foal!
Cake!

Short update because there's too many pictures.

nalewrimo Week 3 in review

I never managed to write a major update this week.  The aftermath of having the flu seems to have wiped me out more then when I had it.   At this point I might as well channel my efforts into a week 4 update!   So until then...

Knack Division: Nalewrimo week 1.5

Tumblr week in review
from beginning

Note: I don't think you need to read both tumblr and here - especially since high speed legacy writing has a certain nonsensical backbone to it, but it will help.  Plus, I'd be thrilled out of my Halloween themed gourd if people actually looked at all the pictures. 

60ish brand new images under the cut.  Plus some words.   Not as well edited as I would like, due to not feeling 100%.  I am sorry - sometimes the best you can aim for is 'not too painful to read.'

NaLeWriMo

Do you NaLe?

Well, DO YOU?!?!?

Toni

P.S. Poida informed me that script blockers are preventing Disqus from showing up.  I guess I could either be sad, or be happy that I just got a free ticket to Trollbaitville.  Decisions.

Miliner Update: Maebe's Escape, part 2

Maebe stood near the training dummy, giving it the occasional tap with her foot.  It had been 2 weeks since she arrived, and the dummy never obeyed.  Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes turned away from the spectacular view.   When the wind blew her hair into her eyes, she blinked rapidly, her eyes watering.  She did not move the hair back to its usual place.

There were a few other sim fu hopefuls in the training area, but as they walked by she hunched her shoulders further.   One of the other neophytes achieved her white belt and paused to show it off, and as the others broke into a smattering of applause, Maebe slipped silently through the gate and down the path.

Miliner Update: Maebe's Great Escape, Part I

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The air of Shang Simla was only warm compared to the chilled and metallic air of the rumbling airplane that had deposited Maebe, minus airfare and associated expenses, into the bustling airport.  The airport was almost a tourist town in its own right, and the only difference between there and home was the plastic knick-knacks being sold.  Even the fast food places were the same.

Instead of there being a hostel in one part of town, and extravagant hotels in another, all tourists were isolated way up on high ground, struggling students and rich jet-setters alike.  It was beautiful, and felt extravagant, and certainly kept people too tired to complain.  Just getting up the stairs could make anyone feel like a sim fu champion.

The breeze, which was now decidedly cool, carried the damp scents of the city-town up and around the hills.   Home, Twinbrook, smelled swampy and green - Shang Simla smelled damp and green.   It was a difference that very few people could appreciate.

Familiar insect noises cried and fluttered, like a heartbeat.   The wind rustled the bamboo leaves, sounding like someone had thrown the next chapter of their book to the breeze.  From a distance, a tinny stereo belted out a local favorite, all strings and wind instruments, and the music wafted up to the hostel along with the scent of something that was obviously fried and also, just as obviously, delicious.

Maebe hovered on the porch.   She sighed, and whispered softly, "If only I hadn't sold my guitar..."  Gently, with pizzicato steps, she let herself in, found a bed, and dreamed of the next day and the wisdom and peace she would find.

...goods store on a fine collection of pain relievers and bandages.  She took as many hot showers as the hot water tanks in the hostel would allow.  She took to pacing rather then sitting down.

Maebe had yet to hear from her parents.  The last text message she received, before shutting off her phone, was from her cousin.  Toni had wanted to know why Maebe had stopped answering.

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Miliner Project: Mercurial Maebe

 

through the fruit trees and mystery bushes and overgrown lettuces and hid away from ears and eyes in