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Russ' Updates #099: Four Years

Good evening, everyone! Happy belated blogsary -- I know that I didn't really post anything mushy last Thursday, but don't fret: I'll be doing the mushy stuff in tonight's Russ Date. :'D

All that can come to mind is just -- thank you. Thank you very, very much for still sticking with me whether you're someone who just dropped by today or if you've been here since 2012. It really means a lot to me that people continue to stick around despite the lapses in activity or despite the days wherein I just don't really feel like it at all. 

I'll admit that sometimes, I wonder if this entire blogging thing is worth it. But then I remember why I started to do so in the first place: I wanted to do this simply because I wanted to share my ideas and my stories with the world. :) 

I hold you guys very close to my heart and am always, always thankful for the support. Breaking 25,000 views last month or so was a hella big shock, but it was a happy kind of shock either way. ^_^ I know that I haven't exactly been as active this year compared to the rest, and I'm working on that, I promise. I've still got a few tricks up my sleeves and I'm looking forward to sharing them with you all! 

On that note, expect a final blogsary graphic tomorrow and the closing post on the 31st. :D 

Again, thank you very much for everything! Have a fantastic night. <3 

"All of you are blessings."

Team Roles: Dream Team

Checking Up: A Blogsary Short

Atlanta, GA

United States of America

July 2017

Lysette reads Aaron’s group messages. Italy’s great, he shared a couple of hours back. There’s a lot to see and a lot to take in. It’s great for Instagram, he told them alongside a grinning emoticon. The messages following that were of Eugene complaining that Aaron was just ‘using the trip as an excuse to be a millennial’. Aaron neither complained nor denied it, but they all knew that it was true.

After sending a teasing message herself, she told them about how she was doing in Atlanta. Nothing much happened here yet. And no, I’m not going to pull off an Aaron and take pictures of the sky at midnight. I’m planning to go to HQ tomorrow; my initial interview will be in the afternoon.

Eugene shoots a message of luck but doesn’t reply after; Lysette assumes that he had managed to fall asleep, exhaustion quick to catch up to the male. She next assumes that all the way in Italy, Aaron was busy sleeping as well. She thinks of shooting Aether an email, but restrains herself. It was a surprise, after all, and she didn’t want to ruin the surprise—

Shifting in bed, Lysette couldn’t help but wonder how the entire trip in Atlanta would be. She didn’t know what she was expecting; despite having read up on Headquarters and Atlanta, it all still seemed like a mysterious blur to her. She had spotted police cars on the way to the hotel while inside the cab, but they were probably just normal police and not the kind of Headquarters’ own.

Exhaling, she shut her eyes.

It suddenly felt like she wasn’t ready. Lysette hated uncertainty; it was what made her suddenly stock up on research hours before leaving London. She wasn’t like Aaron and Eugene, who preferred going into things with a fresh mind—she simply just had to know.

Team Profile: Dream Team

Sources: A Blogsary Short

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Lysette turns to Aether when she needs inspiration. 

It’s something she’s always done since they were children; when she was bored out of her mind without much to do, she would roll over and stare at the other girl, who would be reading or studying sheet music. “Prompt me.” 

Aether wouldn’t look over at her, barely breaking contact with her sheet music. “That one boy in class you’d always stare at.” 

“No!” Aether barely stifled a smile. She didn’t have to look over at Lysette to know that the other was turning a light red. “Something else.” At that, Aether hummed and tapped her chin lightly for a few moments, suggested a couple of more prompts until Lysette took the one she found she could work with. 

“How about this,” Aether finally said. “Draw me.” 

“I—what?” 

She shrugged and tore her eyes away from the papers to look at her. Lysette sat up, peering at her curiously. “If you’re okay with it, I mean. Do any medium you want. Just draw me and do whatever else you want.”