I'm so fucking devastated and there's absolutely nothing I can do to get back what I lost.
I use canva pro on my senior high school email cause it's for free.
They told us that after graduating shs, we have two years extra with it.
The expiration was last year... it didn't come. I went "oh my gosh!! maybe there's no gmail expiration!! i'll have my canva pro foreverrrrr~"
I got too complacent. I backed-up NONE of my projects.
They did an auto delete on ALL of us today. There was no one week warning. Nothing.
I don't know about the others but I lost. So. Fucking. Much.
I'm can't draw, I'm really more of a writer. But i LOVE to edit. I love making visual stuff. Putting things together, placing pictures and elements and playing with colors and font styles.
I lost a total of two AND a half years worth of stuff. A mix of stuff for uni, things i made for my parents, and most of all my personal projects.
Tons of presentations for classes (this goes back on grade 11 too,,,,, oh the memories)
Literally so much assignments?! Posters, presentations, AND EVEN MY FUCKING RÉSUMÉ
Moodboards on dozens of OCs (Layla and Dominic for Invincible, Devina for Elden Ring, Medina "DeeDee" for Trese, like 5 of my DnD PCs, Octavia and Marie for Nevermore, Lorena "Lorrie" for TOH complete WITH A WHOLE NEW SCHOOL I CALL MOONVEIL ACADEMY IT HAD A CURRICULUM AND CLUBS AND PRINCIPAL OC TECHNICALLY TOO)
Moodboard on the characters for my book (I got references for appearances AND outfits)
Presentations and notes on my ship AUs (mostly jaystephroy in the fashion industry, DnD style medieval fantasy, and this one 2004 movie with gerard butler)
Presentations and notes on my winx club reboot (so, so, soooo much fashion notes and references for the winx AND trix)
Presentations for silly fandom stuff that I was really excited to show to my friends and post here (potential of jaysteph as a ship, dilf ranking in invincible for that one anon, a very descriptive "what's in the bags" of cott seven, other rarepair ppts to get my friends to ship em GAH)
DnD templates for this campaign with my jhs friends (I had stuff printed out for my bard's SPELLBOOK and we could use so much of those edits for notes and extra character lore)
Personal stuff I made for myself (like that magazine style in landscape form about my life updates, a little modeling stuff I did to compile clothes inspo for winx club, this REALLY colorful and cute collages for my wallpapers)
Personal stuff I made for my friends (a couple of memes, birthday stuff, this really cute and sweet virtual scrapbook for "meet the members" with my college friend group)
TONS of invincible characters icon edits (they've been in there FOR MONTHS, the requests oh i am so sorry moots and anons)
A couple stuff i made for my mom and dad (they got to use them all so they're not wasted)
I'm just,,,,,, so sad I didn't get to back them up. I only posted some of them and sent even fewer wips to a few friends.
Honestly I think the biggest tragedy here for me is that I won't ever be able to recreate them. A lot of the texts and descriptions I made were written there DIRECTLY. I had lore. I had dialogue. I had details and stats.
Two and a half years of editing personal projects and assignments. Just. Gone.
There's absolutely nothing I can do to get any of them back. Now all I can do is grieve and hope that I can recreate them.
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It's Cold
Summary: Short drabble of Fireclaw & Sinestro on Levanixi for a holiday vacation, stuck in the house they're renting for the time being
Warnings: References to abuse, alcohol consumption
Characters: Topaz Fireclaw, Thaal Sinestro
Wordcount: 482
"I really should head back to Ebrax." Sinestro hears Fireclaw say sadly over the warm music playing and the fire crackling. He sighs as he finishes pouring Fireclaw's glass of wine, picking up his own as he rejoins the Levanixian on the couch.
"You said yourself, love," Sinestro starts as he sets Fireclaw's glass down on the coffee table in front of them. "This storm will be bad, near enough to stop even us lanterns from traveling." And Fireclaw nods sadly as he leans on Sinestro. "Why do you think you should go to your old home?"
Fireclaw doesn't answer immediately, instead reaching for his glass on the table and raising it to his lips, downing the bold red-violet liquid quickly. He hears Sinestro whisper a soft, concerned "Fireclaw…" as he finished the glass and sets it back down on the table, licking his lips and curling up under the Korugarian's arm. "Hazelfrost will yell at me if I don't..." Fireclaw admits, and Sinestro again heaves a sigh before he leans down and kisses the Levanixian's head.
"And she will yell at you if you do," Sinestro states, gentle words muffled ever so slightly by Fireclaw's fur. "It's better if you stay here, with me." The Korugarian continues, setting his glass on the table before moving to have Fireclaw lay down on top of him, guiding Fireclaw to rest his head on Sinestro's chest. "It's better to stay where you're warm and safe and loved."
The tired Levanixian nods as he settles, rubbing the side of his face against Sinestro's chest as he does. He finds comfort in the gentle warmth he feels slowly creeping over his body from the wine and the solid, firm, warm form of Sinestro covered by soft, forgiving Korugarian fabric. A purr rises in his chest, the noise a traitor to its owner. But, Fireclaw supposes he could forgive himself, hearing the gentle, soft, loving laugh come from Sinestro in response to the purr.
Outside, the storm rages on. The wind howls, and what once was a light snow had quickly become a blizzard, heavy and unforgiving. Something hits the roof, or the side of the house, drawing Sinestro's attention, eyes looking to the ceiling just before the lights flicker and then go out. He sighs, the music having gone with the lights, yet to the Korugarian's relief it seems that Fireclaw doesn't care, or hasn't noticed. Or, perhaps he's asleep, Sinestro reasons. The Korugarian watches Fireclaw's body rise and fall as he breathes, slow and relaxed.
Whether Fireclaw is actually asleep, or if he's just barely dozing off, Sinestro still places a gentle kiss on the Levanixian's head as he gently wraps his arms around Fireclaw and uses his ring and some carefully hidden constructs to pull a blanket over the both of them. "Sleep well, My Light," he whispers into Fireclaw's fur. "I love you."
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