𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅

I will never get people who want mental disorders to be qUiRkY

Idk, were the crashouts in my book valid? Especially my parents? Bc I am getting so confused, they are letting me stay home and acting....nicer?

Um, I am feeling better ig, I think I can post now.

I will very likely post my interpretation of the prophecy at some point, on my alternate account (@WillowBire) 

By the way, I just read your opinions on the AWTOK stuff, and to that I say is agreeable, the prophecy below was stated by my friend (a seer) during a (very chaotic) summonings rite. It is possible that that was a "trigger" of some kind. 

Take what I say with a grain of salt if you must, though I will confess this wasn’t prophesied by me, but a well-known acquaintance, who for obvious reasons will prefer anonymity. 
          
          
          
          The Prophecy of the Long Days Hunt
          
          When iron letters scour the plains and pines,
          And quiet roads remember old names,
          S.T.A.B. sharpens under borrowed stars,
          Turning maps into snares across the middle lands.
          From river-spine to frost-bright border,
          They count the breaths that do not belong.
          
          Mark the longest light, the sun that lingers—
          Midsummer’s crown upon the year unnamed.
          When fires leap and shadows refuse to rest,
          The Hunt wakes, sworn to daylight.
          Not winter’s teeth nor autumn’s rot,
          But Litha’s blaze will hide the knives.
          
          The old blood stirs in barns and under bridges,
          In basements humming, forests listening.
          Hooves and halos, scales and second hearts,
          The last of them learn to be smaller.
          Yet nets are woven for the young first—
          Cages measured in promises and law.
          
          There walks a Huntress with a ledger of grief,
          Ink fed by names she cannot forget.
          Her oath was forged before the sirens,
          A wound she wears like proof.
          She tracks by silence, smiles by habit,
          And calls it mercy when she does not look back.
          
          The clash is thunder without rain:
          Doors split, wards fail, old songs tear.
          Blood is paid, not spilled for show,
          A tally kept by those who win.
          The land holds its breath at each shout,
          Knowing some debts do not return change.
          
          One stands against the sun and breaks the line—
          A hero born of borrowed time.
          They fall where summer will remember,
          Buying minutes with a final stand.
          Hope bends, does not shatter,
          And the survivors learn the cost of dawn.
          
          So heed the fire and the quiet after:
          When longest day turns blade-bright gold,
          Hide the young, trust the rivers,
          Count allies twice and enemies thrice.
          For after Litha, after the Hunt,
          The world will ask who still remembers.
          
          
          (I presume it is a prophecy of a Hunt, as there are references to S.T.A.B. and Hunters) 

Reminder to take care of urself before others (espicially if your a magi lol)

Ugh....I wanna become a idol, but my parents say it's too dangerous...they might have a point...

Im sick I won't post for a while....

Why am I like this....