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How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

Mood

Remember the mushrooms are always watching. The gods can’t because they have things to do but the mushrooms do not so they see everything

OH MY GOD

Depression is like the system app that drains your battery but you can’t uninstall

Three new accents are up for pre-order! - Cloud Dancer - Trans Flowers - Non-binary Flowers

+ Bi Flowers coming soon! + Additional Pride Flower accents may be created if there is interest or on request!

Cyberlisk is expected to get approved (or denied) through the submission queue tomorrow! Pre-orders for that will remain open until then (two spots left).

Wavespun copies just went out. The remaining two copies will be on the AH shortly for 500g each!

Slimespun pre-orders are ongoing!

Feline Friends got rejected for not having dark enough shadows so it has been edited and resubmitted through the queue. At this time pre-orders are full, however a second run may be done if enough interest is shown.

It’s quite possible I may need to tweak the pride flower accents to darken the lineart/shadows some but we’ll see what I can get away with.

Accent Shop: https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/skin/3006014/1#post_3006014

Idaho Gothic

- The mountains seem so close, and you drive for miles on end, but the mountains never get closer or farther.

- The cities are large and loud like any other, but stay away from the small towns, it gets harder to leave each time you go.

- It’s the middle of winter, so why is it so warm outside? There hasn’t been snow for weeks. But the clouds are there, large and gray and ominous. Why won’t they leave?

- It snows for days. Heavy snow that’s colder than possible. The schools shut down for several days. Everyone is snowed in, and the drifts are piled so high you can barely see over them.

- You don’t go out at night. No one does. Nobody knows why, but they just don’t. Because something lurks in the almost impossible  darkness.

- You find yourself peering out the window. It’s dark and all the lights are off; everyone is asleep. The only light comes from the streetlamp across the street. You don’t want to cross that street, but you don’t know why. Maybe it’s the scratches and pits dug into the street?

- Don’t play in the canal. Don’t go near the canal. It is angry; it will swallow you whole.

- Nothing ever happens. No crimes, no murder, no one ever dies in a car crash. It’s almost like the city is protecting you. They say it’s one of the safest places in the world to live. But you don’t believe it. Because you remember the ghosts that whisper terrifying words and set off car alarms and swish past windows.

- No one every moves. Not to or from. They always return. You go to school with the same people you’ve known for years. But you always feel bad when some does move from another state. Because they don’t know the rules. The rules that nobody says, but everyone knows.

- It’s raining again. That’s not new or abnormal, but everyone still turns to gaze out the windows at the howling winds. To listen to the angry pit-pat of the droplets. The skies are upset.

-You’re in the foothills. You’re not lost, but the dead grass and dry brush goes on forever. You can’t escape. You’re too afraid to try, anyway.

- There are either no trees, or that’s all there is for as far as the eye can see. There is never a middle, it’s always like this.

- You’ve heard the legends of horrible creatures that live in the forest of your summer camp. You’ve even saw one, but you’ll never tell. It’s taboo.

- If it’s a desert state, why is it always snowing or raining?

- The summers are hot and boiling, always over 100 degrees. The winters are cold and frozen, always below freezing. No one remembers spring; they don’t know if it happens anymore.

- For a “potato state” there is a disturbing lack of farms, potato or otherwise. But nobody talks about it. They don’t want to anger the land.

- The roads wind for ages. Where do they end? No one knows, and they don’t want to, either.

- The missionaries always turn up. They smile and ask the same questions. They all look alike. And they always come back, smiling. Always.