#carnaltext

I promise I’m not dead. 

My sarcasm aside, it’s been ages since I’ve been active on here. I’m gonna bring ya’ll up to speed as best as I can. Lately, I’ve been getting messages expressing concern for my wellbeing (love you guys, seriously) so I’ll set the record straight: 

1: I had a writers block, minus doing a lot of poetry on Twitter (been active on there a lot writing up a storm!). I needed to take time away from requests, drabbles, etc. so I could recharge. 

2: I have been struggling to make money by doing odd jobs. Due to COVID and school restrictions, I lost my teaching career. It’s been difficult finding time to write anything lengthy like I normally do because of that. Jobs have been slim pickings in my area as well, so the struggle is intensely legit. 

3: The fires that ravaged the West Coast also affected the area where I live. Two cities nearby me are completely decimated. I’ve spent time helping friends recover from the ordeal and assisted in recovery of items. To say my heart has been heavy has been an understatement. 

4: I’m gearing up to get my peer support certification. Those of you that have been around me for a long time, know how important this is to me. Hopefully, it’ll open up a career and get me out of the poverty pit I’m in now and I can help more people. 

5: I’ve had health problems. Between fibromyalgia, arthritis, etc. I had a blood clot that was luckily caught in its beginning stages and taken care of. I’m doing good, but needed a lot of rest and recoup after that ordeal.

6: I’ve been working on a manuscript for a poetry project in which I interview folks over zoom and write about them (if you want to take part, please DM me!). This has been a huge passion of mine as of late and I feel that I am getting close to finally putting some of my work out there. 

There’s probably more, but that’s the gist of it. I’ve needed to take a break and focus on life. Nature is unforgiving much like the pandemic we are all dealing with. That being said, I’d really like to get back into taking requests for people. Even if its small, I’d enjoy making someone’s day a little brighter with my drabbles. I probably won’t be able to whip them out quick, but I’ll do my best. 

Thanks, hon! We’re gonna use “The carpet on the floor was littered like a birds nest.” from Howl’s Moving Castle pg. 96. 💙

Heartman snored on the couch in his office, trying to catch a quick rest before going back to the beach. True sleep, one where he wasn’t active in any sort of alternative reality, was a rare commodity these days. He cherished the time he had when his mind was nothing but a blank slate for a few moments, where dreams were void in full. The last month or two, it had been easier to succumb to sleep, so much to the point where Heartman had begun to neglect tidying up his office space. 

The carpet on the floor was littered like a bird's nest. Books were scattered around, and even some of his art collection was lazily lying about away from their respective homes. Heartman wasn’t a clean freak by any means, but he had things in a specific organization so that when his body gave out, he’d have a safe landing free from hazards. The couch had become his new bed as of late given how often he slept. 

Heartman’s body jolted on its own accord as he woke up from his quick nap, giving a yawn while stretching his arms. He checked the AED strapped to his chest, making sure the compartments were working before getting up and heading to the computer. He had roughly ten minutes until his heart would stop and he’d be on the beach. Adjusting his glasses, he pulled up his computer screen and began looking over tests he had conducted on himself. As much as Heartman was growing fond of catching some Z’s, he was concerned about the sudden change in his own behavior. Patterns were something he lived by, and his body had been steering off the course. 

“Heartman, are you available? It’s Deadman. If you have time, I’d like you to contact me at once. The President has something peculiar he wants us to take a look at.” Deadman’s voice boomed over the speakers. Heartman momentarily ignored the request, going over the data the computer was spitting out. He furrowed his brows upon seeing the results. 

Heartman sighed, shaking his head as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Unfortunately, the news shouldn’t have been shocking but nonetheless, even he was troubled by the revelation. 

“I’m available Deadman, give me a moment and I’ll pull you up on the Chiral Network.” He replied, trying to keep appearances up. 

As he put on his glasses, Heartman read over the results: Critical heart failure imminent. Estimated time-4 months. 

I had to take my kitty to the vet today. She was getting sick all yesterday and I was worried that the raw diet was killing her so had to take her in to see what was going on. Lucky for me it was only GI upset

I get back into boxing

I’m able to pay off one of my student loans in full

I can still afford my medications

I’m able to help others when I have the means

I get a cool job opportunity

I take more risks

I get my peer support specialist certification 

I get one of my books finished 

My bills are paid for and I have no struggles with money

My pets are loved 

My brother and I get joint custody of my nephew and get the little nipper away from his abusive mother 

I have new experiences 

My car doesn’t break down for a long time 

My chronic health stabilizes 

I finish up therapy for good 

The kiddos I mentor are happy and healthy and I can help them

�� awww gene. Was so excited to this update and cants wait to see where this story goes! Will we be meeting Sam soon?

aww higgs my baby and oh how i missed them ����❤️ thank you so much rhi ��

Ooo, I loved it! It’s so satisfying to read Higgs and Fragile bantering and smiling together �� I always wondered what would happen if Fragile didn’t leave him on the beach ��

U LOOK SO FUCKING ADORABLE I FUCKING CANT ❤️❤️❤️❤️