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Given that all the people I cared to rp with have either moved on from the rpc entirely, are regularly in contact me via other means, or have forgotten I exist; and the fact that this blog is five years old now and I have other things to do like focusing on physical therapy and getting my art mojo back, I think now is a good time to say goodbye.

It was fun for a while. It's been hard these past few years, and I really hope it gets easier for everyone. See ya round maybe.

main is @lingermylingen

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Wikstrom has a tattoo on the fatty pad between his shoulders. It’s a simple thing, the coat of arms of his family. It was gotten when he was young, to commemorate his taking of vows of dedication. He had considered having more, to cover the scars on his back from his earlier years, but the amount of scars simply grew and he decided that would be a futile effort to waste on vanity.

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Dame Daphne with a unicorn latte and a cherry wood cane; ‘I will beat the shit out of anyone who says anything mean about my grandson.’

“Grandmamare, what if I am the one saying the mean things.”

'Did I fucking stutter? I’ll beat your ass too, Gampi.’

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"Mentally as well?" he inquired, smiling to have found common ground.

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Wikstrom ponders this question for a moment. Why did he specialise in steel? “Hmm.. Ah. Tradition. Traditionally the House was known in the past for its ironworks and steel mill, and before that for military strength. As such one came into adulthood surrounded by steel. Every member of the family bonds with a hondege by ten, though I started much younger than my cousins at four years of age.”

“I see! That is fascinating, and reminds me of us psychics who traditionally bond with psychic type pokemon from an early age.” The pokemon themselves differed from psychic to psychic, but all were of the psychic type.

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Wikstrom waved his hand and shook his head simultaneously. "I am afraid I cannot hear it unless it is very loud or through headphones, Sir Will."

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“Oh, there is sound? My apologies.”

“Yes, there is.” He then put on the sound for the other to hear. The misic in the video was very up beat, repetitive, and catchy.

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recent painting :D

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#petru npc

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"Oh, there is sound? My apologies."

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“That’s a nice island. Hmm..” He watches dutifully and tries to save his confusion for after the video. “I see. This is Krabby Rave.”

“Yes! It’s quite catchy, isn’t it?~”

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The knight flushed slightly and huffed through his nose. "My gratitude. It fills mine heart with warmth to hear you say such."

"Ah. Oui it was difficult, even without the obstacles of politics and dialect, my hearing and my neurodivergance created many uncomfortable situations... We have many years to grow from that experience though. Both of us."

Wikstrom frowns. "Forgiveness is for yourself. You don't owe it to anyone else."

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"I know....but I can feel nothing toward him but anger." Karen sighed curling her legs up to her chest. With a sigh she sort of looked away. She knew he was right since at the end of the day all she was doing was hurting herself. Still she felt her eyes narrow knowing he didn't even feel bad, Pryce still walked with no remorse for his actions. He was only sorry he was found out.

She hadn't realized it, but her hand had started to grip tighter on the ground under her. Ground being relative as she was perched just outside her window on the roof. It was her usual safe place for thinking, and when Wikstrom brought this up she had asked if he minded she go there. He could sit inside she just needed to see the expansive land around her to feel a bit more free of her own thoughts.

"I don't know how Bruno does it! HE just....he just isn't bothered by Rocket taking away parts of his mind, I can't even function around Pryce I just want to have a panic attack every time I see him."

She whimpered laying back to feel the warm roof tiles on her back. 35, that's how old she was and yet the basic thing called forgiveness still eluded her. Maybe it'd one day come with age?

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you are ready enough. that’s all you need to be.

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"That's a nice island. Hmm.." He watches dutifully and tries to save his confusion for after the video. "I see. This is Krabby Rave."

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“What is Krabby Rave?”

“You’ve never heard of Krabby Rave?!” He immediately takes out his pokegear, switching to the video app and pulling it up.

“It is time to expand your horizons, my friend!”

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"What is Krabby Rave?"

“You know, more people should appreciate Krabby Rave.”

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"Ah, hello." Wikstrom made sure to greet the beast, offering a hand to sniff when he'd settled in place.

"It is not flattery if it is but the truth. But I thank you. It is my hope to help, even a little." He sighs content with the fading warmth of the afternoon. "One had little choice but to learn. Much as you had to learn your ways. Thankfully there were actually manuals for the unspoken rules I was coming up against."

Wikstrom frowns. "Forgiveness is for yourself. You don't owe it to anyone else."

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"I know....but I can feel nothing toward him but anger." Karen sighed curling her legs up to her chest. With a sigh she sort of looked away. She knew he was right since at the end of the day all she was doing was hurting herself. Still she felt her eyes narrow knowing he didn't even feel bad, Pryce still walked with no remorse for his actions. He was only sorry he was found out.

She hadn't realized it, but her hand had started to grip tighter on the ground under her. Ground being relative as she was perched just outside her window on the roof. It was her usual safe place for thinking, and when Wikstrom brought this up she had asked if he minded she go there. He could sit inside she just needed to see the expansive land around her to feel a bit more free of her own thoughts.

"I don't know how Bruno does it! HE just....he just isn't bothered by Rocket taking away parts of his mind, I can't even function around Pryce I just want to have a panic attack every time I see him."

She whimpered laying back to feel the warm roof tiles on her back. 35, that's how old she was and yet the basic thing called forgiveness still eluded her. Maybe it'd one day come with age?

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"You are very much not crazy, my friend. You are in fact regrettably normal." He chuckles as he says this. He closed his eyes now he felt her relax some, however small the amount.

"Bruno is soft and I love him for it. His resilience and compassion are admirable qualities that I strive to achieve myself."

He grunted softly as she continued. "One would not oneself wise. Learned, perhaps. I have learnt things, through careful study and exploration. Asking questions of people who know more than I. Through the support of my peers and my friends. I am still learning now. You have taught me much."

Wikstrom frowns. "Forgiveness is for yourself. You don't owe it to anyone else."

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"I know....but I can feel nothing toward him but anger." Karen sighed curling her legs up to her chest. With a sigh she sort of looked away. She knew he was right since at the end of the day all she was doing was hurting herself. Still she felt her eyes narrow knowing he didn't even feel bad, Pryce still walked with no remorse for his actions. He was only sorry he was found out.

She hadn't realized it, but her hand had started to grip tighter on the ground under her. Ground being relative as she was perched just outside her window on the roof. It was her usual safe place for thinking, and when Wikstrom brought this up she had asked if he minded she go there. He could sit inside she just needed to see the expansive land around her to feel a bit more free of her own thoughts.

"I don't know how Bruno does it! HE just....he just isn't bothered by Rocket taking away parts of his mind, I can't even function around Pryce I just want to have a panic attack every time I see him."

She whimpered laying back to feel the warm roof tiles on her back. 35, that's how old she was and yet the basic thing called forgiveness still eluded her. Maybe it'd one day come with age?

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"No. You don't. You never have to forgive him. You can move on and continue to live with and despite thine scars but forgiveness is something one must earn through action, work, and recompense, and even then is not owed. " He turns to Karen's reclined form and lays beside her to equalise their positions.

"My lady Karen, The concept of forgiveness is thrown around a lot to dismiss the pain and anger of the survivors of abuse and neglect by those in power who have perpetrated the crimes upon those victims.

"Bruno is.. How did Petru put it.. 'Somewhat of a doormat'? He accepts things and let's go of things easily and hides his pain because there is not much he can grasp that stays permanently in place, as hard as he tries. He actively focuses on the good things that come. It takes a lot of work and effort to do.

"This is not ideal either.

"You do have such a problem and so you will hold on to those negative memories, as is normal for a human. This is an instinct all things have to protect themselves."

Wikstrom frowns. "Forgiveness is for yourself. You don't owe it to anyone else."

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"I know....but I can feel nothing toward him but anger." Karen sighed curling her legs up to her chest. With a sigh she sort of looked away. She knew he was right since at the end of the day all she was doing was hurting herself. Still she felt her eyes narrow knowing he didn't even feel bad, Pryce still walked with no remorse for his actions. He was only sorry he was found out.

She hadn't realized it, but her hand had started to grip tighter on the ground under her. Ground being relative as she was perched just outside her window on the roof. It was her usual safe place for thinking, and when Wikstrom brought this up she had asked if he minded she go there. He could sit inside she just needed to see the expansive land around her to feel a bit more free of her own thoughts.

"I don't know how Bruno does it! HE just....he just isn't bothered by Rocket taking away parts of his mind, I can't even function around Pryce I just want to have a panic attack every time I see him."

She whimpered laying back to feel the warm roof tiles on her back. 35, that's how old she was and yet the basic thing called forgiveness still eluded her. Maybe it'd one day come with age?

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Wikstrom had joined her on the roof, remarking that he hadn't climbed up here in years. He sat next to her now, elbows on his knees, as he stared off into the distance. "..Anger.. Isn't a bad thing. In this case it's particularly justified. You were harmed irrevocably and he does not care. This is something that warrants anger. Anger comes from hurt."

He sighed. "Neither response is wrong. Yours, Bruno's."

Wikstrom frowns. "Forgiveness is for yourself. You don't owe it to anyone else."

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"I know....but I can feel nothing toward him but anger." Karen sighed curling her legs up to her chest. With a sigh she sort of looked away. She knew he was right since at the end of the day all she was doing was hurting herself. Still she felt her eyes narrow knowing he didn't even feel bad, Pryce still walked with no remorse for his actions. He was only sorry he was found out.

She hadn't realized it, but her hand had started to grip tighter on the ground under her. Ground being relative as she was perched just outside her window on the roof. It was her usual safe place for thinking, and when Wikstrom brought this up she had asked if he minded she go there. He could sit inside she just needed to see the expansive land around her to feel a bit more free of her own thoughts.

"I don't know how Bruno does it! HE just....he just isn't bothered by Rocket taking away parts of his mind, I can't even function around Pryce I just want to have a panic attack every time I see him."

She whimpered laying back to feel the warm roof tiles on her back. 35, that's how old she was and yet the basic thing called forgiveness still eluded her. Maybe it'd one day come with age?

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"Sir" not in a masculine way but in a "heavily armored knight with an ambiguous gender and a very large sword" sort of way.