Spiralbound

“Easy,” the White Wolf rumbled, a warm hand settling on his shoulder to steady him. Dandelion stared at him with wide, nervous eyes. The Wolf removed his hand and pulled the large swatch of fabric slung over his other arm open. A moment later, Dandelion found himself wrapped in a large quilt. He made a confused noise as the Wolf lifted him into the air like a child. One of those rough, warm hands landed gently on the back of his head. Dandelion quickly found himself in the unique position of having his face tucked into the White Wolf’s neck. He swallowed heavily. “Someone get the door,” the Wolf ordered.

i made a drawing.

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

Stratt: "The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have on the boat. I'm letting them know it's private information."

Grace: "...."

Eva Stratt character study. Featuring angst, hurt/no comfort and qpr strattland. Enjoy?

Here's a little snippet of it:

Eva Stratt has a brother. Had a brother. The distinction is hard to keep straight. The distinction does not really matter. There was once another child who shared Eva Stratt’s parents and blood type and eye color. They were born almost twenty years apart, he in 1960 and she in 1978. They were born in the same hospital. Tended to by a different but incredibly similar doctors in the same run down hospital that her country did not have enough money to fix. He stayed in the hospital for three days after he was born. She stayed for only two. She reminded him of this often, when she was young and he was playfully arguing with her as if he was not twenty-five and she was not seven.

He died on the 17th of June, 1989. He was flying to Moscow to celebrate his thirtieth birthday with someone who refused to speak to her parents afterwards. Or maybe her parents refused to speak to him. The distinction does not really matter. Her brother was dead because of a careless accident that involved more mechanical engineering than she cared to understand. It did not matter. What mattered was that Interflug Flight 102 never left Berlin Schönefeld Airport and her brother left it in a body bag. Only 22% of the people on board died. Small numbers, for an incident involving an aircraft. But her brother was dead regardless of probability and the man he was maybe in love with never met him in Moscow. Her parents did not invite him to the funeral. Eva Stratt pretended to be okay with it. More important things happened in 1989, anyway.

A little under five months later, the Berlin Wall collapsed. She turned eleven three days later. She was still eleven when her country ceased to exist. She’d never been particularly patriotic, but it stung anyway. The country her brother had died in was gone. The country they had lived in together was gone. She went to the Netherlands to attend university, and pretended she was from the West, even if no one ever really believed her. They didn’t have to, as long as they were fine with pretending.

Grace: *is still alive and young because of science and or soulmate bond* Hey.

Leader human: What is he doing here?

2IC: Maybe they’re breeding them.

Rocky: Tried 🤩 it never seems to take 😔

Adrian: *elbows him* No no, this is our original model.

Leader human: THATS DOCTOR GRACE???

Rocky: ya 🥰

Grace: Hey. Did you guys bring potato chips? I can’t get the recipe right because we don’t have Lays potatoes. Wouldn’t have thought that trademark would have stopped Stratt, it’s weird…