Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

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Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Hi this whole thing of not being seen/feeling incredibly isolated is messing w my head a lot. So while I would patiently wait for tumblr support, I feel like it is easier for me to straight up just move blogs ;u; I want to write and if I let my brain cool down then it's even more difficult to get back to it.

Dunno who can even see this post (and I'll queue it for a week or so) but if you do and you'd like me to follow you over there, like this post so I can do that! Otherwise I'll just follow the usual people.

This is so very awkward re: timing but I must prioritize my own comfort instead of waiting on the whims of t*mblr support. If they unblock me next week great, I can go back to this blog. If they take longer I'll just be hanging out over there. I'll give it 2 weeks while I hang out over there, and if they don't do anything I'll just transfer my url over there </3

me chanting about how this absolutely sucks in the background until a guy drags me off the stage

Unsure if I make a new blog or if I just patiently wait for Tumblr to Not Shadowban Me :'3 I might just hang out on my secondary blog until then (tyraunt) and figure out what to do next week. Uuurrbegrgeghhhh why is it always when you're actually trying to write!!!

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🐣 for violette. but pf violette. i want to see him with his dad :)

"Let me go." He growls, knowing that armored hand grasps his arm tightly. It is not oppressive. It's just... overbearing. Overwhelming. Violette feels cared for, and that is frightening. Terrifying. It's not that different from how Octavio deals with the other kids that were unfortunate enough to be left to the Torrent, though most of them are just delivered to a safer place. A few decide on the harsher road, though.

To toss yourself into a path where no one returns from. Not the same. Not whole. Perfect, but not whole. Violette hisses, struggles until he breaks free from Octavio's grasp. Like that, he almost looks like a rabid animal. Desperate. Terrified. Cornered. Fangs bared. There is something to be said about lack of discipline, and a boy who has no hope. Something to be said about violence. It is all he knows. He would not have crawled out of that hole if people did not rescue him. And now here he is, surviving simply because strangers took pity on him.

Violette hates it. He hates it so much that all that hatred is pointed everywhere at once. Eventually it will hit something.

"What do you care if I want to leave? Obviously I am not a good fit. I can't wrap my mind around the way you all act. Or how you act. Or how and why it's important. It would be much easier for you if you did not have to look after me."

After a rebellious, traumatized child. Violette wants to explode again, to yell that all of this is bullshit. But he knows that this would do nothing for him or his situation. He can kind of... understand. The principles of it. Some of it. But it is too easy to see red, to let his own emotions take control.

He lacks that cold precision the other armigers possess. That the man teaching him possesses. It's infuriating, really. A reminder that he will never be able to turn his heart and feelings off. "I'd stop getting in your way. Isn't that great?"

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"You have only made things harder for you and yours. I'm— not worth that much trouble. Never have been." Blorbos post Emil realizing the past who knows how many years of his miserable life have been a lie :3c

"You can keep telling yourself that. Doesn't mean I believe it." Emil's words bounce off him with practiced ease. Ran slaps his back with more force than needed - or perhaps not. Maybe what Emil needs is truly someone to shake him until he feels real again.

"You've been sleepwalking for too long, y'know? Living a life that is not yours. That should not be yours." Another brutish slap, and he sits down with a toothy grin. Pushes some food forward. It's not much (it never was), but it's enough. "Listen here. You do not decide things for me. What is better for me and what isn't.

You tried. Tried really hard to keep me away. And if I thought it was really dangerous - if my men thought it was dangerous - I would have rightfully pulled back. Stopped talking to you. No matter our history, I need them to survive. They're kids, they're people who believe in a different future. But they agreed on my stupid, reckless plan. Some of them hate you, yeah.

Would be hard not to, after it all. They call you a backstabbing son of a bitch, insist on telling me that you will put a knife to my back because you keep switching sides. Well?

I usually tell them to shut the fuck up. Just like I am telling you to do the same right now. Enough of insisting I'm getting involved with things beyond my comprehension: I know. I know, and I don't care. And the people who are glad you are back don't care, either. After spending such a long time with me, you should at least know how I function... huh. Whatever. Eat. You look like shit, and we have things to do today.

I decide who is worth my time and who isn't. And I'm here with you. That should be your answer. Emil. Enough sleepwalking. Enough. Wake up and walk together with me."

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It's great that this person does not mind the way he behaves, but it seems more like because he is busy with something else more than anything. Dia follows Malleus' gaze until he finds out what he is busy with.

A magical item of sorts? Diamont has never seen anything beeping like that, this he knows. Probably another spell woven into it so it could produce noise--or--maybe--- -

-- he seems to lean closer with every theory, until he is basically glued to Malleus and the gadget he holds. A prized possession? While normally he would argue that there is no point in liking something with no power, he is... not that different. Abruptly, he fishes for something inside his backpack and extends his left arm. Holding out a small orb, floating above his hand. It emits a gentle light, magicked carefully by an expert artisan. It is obvious that is just a toy, or maybe a souvenir.

"Can I see it? I will not break it. You can have my favorite thing in exchange while I am looking at yours." It's a fair exchange. He is very curious about it, mind you. A glimpse at the screen revealed a... small dragon? Something like that?

And the beeping was certainly something he would ask the stranger about.

...

... Ah. His companions actually mentioned something about this. That he should say something before asking for a favor. Kind of pointless, but he will still follow it --- "Please."

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Would Adonia keep his most important people in the world from dying or being hurt if he had the power to do so? It’s very normal to warp reality and time itself in such cases right? Asking for a friend. ✨

"I failed to do that already, you know." The answer comes without much hesitation, but the half-defeated smile he shows to Malleus makes apparent how it still weighs down on him. The bundle of forget-me-nots is placed on the nearest table, while Adonia plays with the stem of one. It changes colors wildly from moody blue: too many simultaneously, then devoid of any.

"However... I remember being asked this question once. I would sacrifice anything to bring my people back, but... Death is its own journey, Malleus. You cannot will a flower to bloom forever: it is not in its nature. You can protect the flower for as long as it lasts, you can keep it safe as it blooms beautifully.

You could try to stop someone stepping on it, but you cannot prevent it from withering. Nature is its own cycle of rebirth. Life and death, and eventually... people go. Eventually, we will go. Even Gods know they shall face their end eventually. They go on to their long sleep, and when they open their eyes again... they might be somewhere else. Be something else. I will do anything in my power to protect the people I love. As I know you would do the same. I have restructured reality to become someone - something - else.

But if I did that in a way that would only benefit myself, would I still be the same person? Would I still have the same experiences, were I to turn back the hands of time? What would set me aside from the greedy spectre, the wrathful undead who never learned to let go?

Such is our responsibility to bear: to keep memories alive. With memories, souls are eternal. With stories, people are alive forever. It is why people tell stories. It is why even we tell stories. We are creatures who will outlive most of our peers, who will certainly outlive humans. Some despair at that. Death is not the end, but simply a momentary release. Instead of a goodbye, think of it as a 'see you soon'. People will return to you. And while they might not be the same, souls are eternal.

Think of the everblooming flower: if forced to exist, will it come to hate themself? Will they think of your blessing as a curse? Nature is to be observed at all stages, my dear friend. In life and in death, we watch over it."

After a while, Adonia finishes the flower crown that he has been working on. Gently, he places it on Malleus' head. This time, his smile is genuine. It is full of fondness. Of understanding. Adonia squeezes his hand gently. "One day a time. When you look back, it might not seem much. They will span centuries, millennia. Some memories will fuse together, but the people who touched your heart will stay.

Protect them, yes. But do not curse them with a fate they did not wish for. A blessing can turn into something much worse in an instant. And stories will always remember."