My latest work:
Taking Chances
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Maerel Whitecrest has perfected the art of being invisible. The arctic fox navigates high school and her father's volatile temper by keeping her head down and secrets buried deep.
Pearla Stripenhart's tough reputation keeps everyone at a distance—exactly how she likes it. But beneath the white tiger's leather jacket lies a girl just as lonely as the one she unexpectedly defends.
When their worlds collide, both discover what it means to be truly seen. As friendship deepens into something more, they navigate high school politics, family trauma, and growing feelings neither expected.
For Maerel, it's a chance to step from the shadows. For Pearla, it's risking who she really is beneath carefully constructed walls. Sometimes the biggest chance worth taking is on yourself—and someone who sees past your scars.
A story of survival, friendship, first love, and finding home in unexpected places.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65882569/chapters/169713247

#AmWriting #Furry #SliceOfLife #StoryTeller #Reading #Writing #AO3 #OriginalFiction

the Ibby restoration goes quite well. New fixed bridge installed to make up for the absolutely wrecked one, all the hardware replaced with close to as original as possible parts as we could find, and the neck restored. Tech is having some issues with the frets but nothing he can't handle.

So the next question--what the hell should I put in her for new pickups?

It's an #Ibanez RT line, Japanese production. I've got metal shredding axes all over my studio, so I don't really need to stress that sound. That said, I do like high gain, with a bit of a punch and oomf. Wanna stay passive as we don't really want to go carving more cavities in the body after all the dancing around we had to do to get a new bridge installed.

So, #Guitar peeps; Thoughts, suggestions?
For recs, please include links to audio samples as well as to the product pages of pickup manufacturers.

Much love and thanks!

#Music #GuitarRestoration

Going to go cause some chaos. I would say here, hold my whisky bottle, but I'm taking that with me I'm afraid...

Happy Friday and stay safe y'all

Just remember the smell of this toy I had as a little girl. It was like this strange plastic picture frame thing, but it was hollow, and inside were these three different substances, each a different mass so the liquids were separate from each other. It was this amber color base with blue and red gels or something, and you could shake it up, and it would create these cool patterns of blue and red mixed in the amber liquid, and where the blue and red would overlap with each other they'd turn purple.

I loved that thing and would lay on the floor of my room shaking it up for hours and staring through it. It had this interesting smell, kind of chemical-like, but I just got a memory scent of that smell and it made me feel... things.

Anyone ever experience that? Like, where you smell something that's not there, but it's the exact scent of something that you remember from years and years ago? They say the sense of smell is the strongest memory sense of all, which is funny because I've destroyed the inside of my nose and have very little sense of smell anymore, but sometimes I'll get these phantom scents and they take me back to a time and place so vividly I almost can remember exactly where I was and the circumstances of where I last smelled or remember experiencing that smell in the most significant ways.

Watermelon, for example, always makes me think of a very particular time in my life that has equal measures of pain but also fond recollections too. Anytime I smell a particular version of the watermelon smell it puts me right back to that time and I reexperience so much emotional resonance as a result.