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Welcome, Dear butterfly Brain

Reality churned and tangled itself again. The emotions followed suit, didn't they? Fickle things

Here, weary traveler, dearest wander, set down your things, your names and your memories, and we'll watch the stars play amongst the clouds for a little while.  

This is a safe spot, safe enough to drown in the unknowable and night skies, filled with ramblings, fandoms, stories, pictures, metaphors and stories.

It's a place to nest, talk about the wild things, the weird and the science-y, the emotions that seep and spill and coagulate like a sea of honey, the ones that flavor my bones, the ones I cannot describe with a single word, the ones I must use a superfluous amount of words to convey. 

Play around with your own meanings or cast everything to the wind with reckless abandon. Nothing is expected of you here. Immerse yourself in wandering through wonderment or play around with a flower for some senseless hours. 

 In other words, please enjoy your stay, weary traveler, you deserve a rest, no 'doing' required. 

Anuli doll, child-like proportions, it's holding a little pinecone, with butterfly-like antennae, curly roots, leafy ears, a brown body that fades to green at the hands and feet
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Chose a quest

Anuli the fairy standing in front of a bush with red flowers, looking off into the distance.

 

The Land of the Fallen Fairies

Anuli, an overthinking tree fairy, doomed to burden others with faer happiness, rewrites faer villainous nature via getting possessed by godly renounced fungal fairies. In the quest for something as fickle as a happy ending, faer rewritten nature crafts a chase, a cycle that will tear Anuli apart.

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Current ramblings

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Watercolor cell

Welcome to the hoard... I cannot offer riches, but dolls line the cavernous, sunflower walls, whispering tales of their tragic backstories 

Anuli lays upon the grass (the horizon line goes diagonally across the picture), during sunset, looking at the sky as yellow-orange light soaks the treetops

IN which I retreat to the hollow beneath magnolia trees. (and invite you, of course. you can bring fairy lights)

ABOUT ME

Anuli holds a pinecone, sparkle catchlights in faer green eyes.

Curator of this hoard, stringing fairy lights and clothespins along the sunflower walls and petal-woven ceiling, Noor (or Noorie, if you're into nicknames) considers themself a collector of knowledge, a teller of stories, a crafter of dolls, and somehow that might become something consistent and rewarding. Who knows? The emotions never whisper truths anyways. 

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Pen Pal Pretense <3

Receive a message in a bottle whenever someone makes a post in the forum, or I battle the ~perfectionism~ and make a blog post. Emails! Imagine! That's so much more reliable than youtube notifications. (I just want to know when Alien Stage has a new round, please youtube)

Stories

The Land of the Fallen Fairies

The Biology Story

Teddy the Nightmare Warrior

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