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I like when people like a character so way too much that it transcends even self shipping or kinning and becomes more of a patron saint that you pray to type of deal

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To my “loveless” wanderer, and my dear last galaxy : quicksilver ghosts

Two, maybe three years ago now, I thought I relearned the definition of love. I knew you two as separate entities in my world, the second prince and the lost boy. I never knew that watching through the window, I would learn of a love I do not understand. Eros, agape, philia, call it what you will. But the night sky blinded in an explosion of stars, the laughter of years lost danced on the wind that rushed past, quicksilver under the bridge roared, and it was but a moment. An instance of miracle, one that would be fleeting, breathtaking, and that I would spend the rest of my life chasing. We knew it would be unattainable, a fever dream that life would break to wake, a journey we could never write our ending to. This will always be an unfinished promise, with too many maybes, and the world as the river that keeps you apart. To my “loveless” wanderer and my dear last galaxy, what is the half life of a miracle? I’d think that it’d be a memory. As long as that memory lives vividly, the miracle lives on in you, invisible but burning. Even with your tapestry unwoven, your threads untangled and pulled apart. There’s wisps of thread that drift by in the sky still, I think they’re trying to find each other again. A magpie bridge made of lost dreams, treasured memories, and a burning will. My darling, my dear, you make my life easy to live, you save us both. To my “loveless” wanderer, did you know that you would drift into this galaxy? A galaxy that would burn so brightly it would light your journey for years to come even from afar, the glow that you would bask in and chase? You will always be more than what you think you are to another, an angel, a royal. To my dear last galaxy, did you know that you’d light the path of a wanderer, that even when he leaves your system and your stars nearly fade, his name would still be written as your brightest constellation? You might not know, but there is no fairytale ending for things like this. Your light will always reach out, and traces of stardust might linger, and that will not be enough to be home, not enough to save either of you. To my “loveless” wanderer and my dear last galaxy, you still haunt the abandoned theatre that was once yours to rule, and your legacy dies slowly. The stage is still standing, the play is over, the curtains are drawn. But in the fading lights, I think I see your ghosts glide across the abandoned set. Footsteps that chase in time, silver thread dance, lights flicker, clock chimes, then it’s all still again. The world rushes to the stage, but the only things left are the last tears of the sky you shared. You chase each other, and we are left to chase the last words whispered. But some words aren’t meant for us, are they? That was your silent encore, a gentle epilogue just for each other that you deserve. To my “loveless” wanderer and my dear last galaxy, you might not understand why, you think you do not deserve love, you think the time you are loved is limited. But is this not what the three forms of love in the flesh would be? An unfathomable experience, in equal parts tragedy and beauty and joy. A once in a life performance of an imperfect tomorrow, with a lost ending that you write just for two.

A love letter to Ruler and Lehends, a heat-haze fever dream that will never wake.

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My “loveless” wanderer : a window over the sea

To my “loveless” wanderer,

If my dear last galaxy was the vast sky and stars in my life, then you’d be my seas, my idol, my stained glass window. I look at you and it’s beautiful, in all the ways that you wouldn’t think matter. You haunt me in every thought I have, and the light I see you as is something you would think a lie. I see you, in the hallowed halls of the church borne in me. You, the stained glass window behind the altar, and I dance in the light you colour. And even the world preaches, the only words I hear are yours. To my “loveless” wanderer, is broken glass that has been reforged still broken? (Are we still broken?) Do you not see the beauty that you are? Maybe. I cannot claim to know. But I see you, with all the fragments of the past, all the hurt. But I am so selfish, and I am devoted to you. Even if the shards cut into my hands, I would allow my blood to be the base to hold your image together. And that too, is love to me. A stained glass window, shattered but whole, all the beautiful colours of a larger picture held together, tested by time and trials you’ve weathered so many places. To you, my loveless wanderer, you are my idol. I know you, yet I don’t, but I still cling to the words you say as if they are gospel and you are divine. “Thank you for giving me the love that I don’t deserve.” you said. Oh, my “loveless” wanderer, what have you been told? Do you share the same fears as me, the fears that one day have come true? Are you just as lonely as I am when the day ends and the church stays empty, with only a few devoted followers left? But I am looking through the seaglass, and when I listen, I hear the sea in your words. You push and pull, and you never stay long. The tide comes in and out and with it I hear your whispers in them. The sea flows through you and me, inconsistent and unforgiving in the things that come. And the people speak, the world preaches. They call you unreliable, they call you unforgiving, and only see your giving as their right to have. The world doesn’t understand that you are glorious in your prime, and beautiful even when the storms rise. To my loveless wanderer, you are love to me the same way the love of the sea is the moon. You bring me to rise and fall, and I watch you with adoring eyes as the world is your stage that you dance across, sometimes a waltz, sometimes a bacchic frenzy. Would it be presumptuous of me to ask for a dance, a waltz that would tell me your story? You once shared the stage with my dear last galaxy, and I watched with awe as the stars and sea danced, and the light fractured and showered you both. You were the sea threaded and wreathed in the silver light of the moon, and the stars that lined your hair. You bring out the beauty in others, and in turn, you too become ever more so lovely. Can I tell you a secret, my “loveless” wanderer? I watched you that day, the lights reflected in your eyes, and you were radiant in red and gold. In that moment, you were truly the only idol I could ever bleed for. I watched as gold rained down around you, and for a moment, the world saw your divinity in my eyes. Maybe you don’t think you deserve to be loved. Maybe it was too much, the pedestal too high. But that’s alright. You’ve left your galaxies, but some days I can still see them swirl in your eyes. And as they shine, they shine through the windows, dance on the sea, and illuminate your stage.

A love letter to Lehends, the “loveless” wanderer I saw through the stained glass window by the sea.

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My dear last galaxy : Galaxy Evermore

To my dear last galaxy,

Did you know? Did you know that I am in love with you? That between you, your galaxies, and the loveless and the things in between, I fell in love? Did you know that every time I think of those years I think of being young, believing in love? To me, you became love. The stars that might have lit my night sky, but you set it ablaze. You’re all the stars that shine, you’re the last light in my life. To my dear last galaxy, you shine as bright as the stars that shone before you. When 9 of the 10 sons fell, and the last star, the last son still stood, I looked at him with the same reverence I look at you. The sons are asleep now, their stars have gone out. And it’s been a long 10 years. It took 10 years for all their stars to go out, and slowly their light faded from my eyes. And maybe I’ll only have 3 more years that you shine in my life. Will you join them? Are the other galaxies and stars waiting for you? It’s been 8 years since those lights shone for you. I still remember you as the same beauty you were then. The second prince of Samsung, the young prince who made his throne from the stardust lost and scattered in the exodus, what will be your legacy? To my dear last galaxy, 8 years ago you shone so bright, and you brought the light back into my night sky after 3 years. But it must have hurt, it must have burnt, to watch the night around you shift, and watch the other galaxies go to sleep. What did you feel when you watched one of your galaxies leave your system? When you watched him burn without you, when you had to burn by yourself with all the stars that once shone for you now shining for others? That only 2 years after your sky was full, you had to rebuild your home? It must have been hard, but you tried. And it took 3 years until you would come close to a full galaxy again. I wondered how you felt a year later, when you watched your galaxies fill their sky in your absence. I wonder now if you’re still my dear last galaxy. Maybe a few years earlier and you would’ve been one of the blue and white stars, and maybe those stars have now become a constellation of tigers. But even after all these years, I think you’re the most beautiful as you were in that moment, as the brightest galaxy in my sky. To my dear last galaxy, please know I dream of you. Please know that even when the lights go dark and the curtains fall, even then, when I look into the sky, your name is written still. My world might not end with you, but it will grow darker, and I’ll be lost once again. Your name will not fade in my heart, my life. To my dear last galaxy, this is a love letter to you. To you and your light, to you and your galaxies, to everything you’ve loved and lost. And you will not last forever, not even galaxies can stop from burning out. But when you go out, please let it be with a bang, one last beautiful supernova that sears itself into our memory, that you were once the second prince of the Samsung, the bright last galaxy.

A love letter to Ruler, the last galaxy who shines evermore.

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o/ <- person waving

o7 <- person saluting

ol <- person raising hand

o1 <- person scratching head

\o> <- person stretching

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A MSI Lehends (in both ways) inspired by a certain fic on AO3 that I’ve developed an addiction to and has led me down the Lehends and Rulhends route

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Wuncaps

Micaps

Jankos/Caps

because our boy (caps) won the lec today

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Wunzork

Jankyx

Carzzynoid

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Mikyx my ultimate beloved <3

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My beloved might be Miky but Mata and MadLife were my first inspirations!!!

Clearlove was also one of my first watched players 🥺

You! Show me what’s your league main

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! (Has once again come out of hibernation)

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Lockscreens!!! I need to make a few more photo card styled ones those are fun.

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The hold that the suit up videos had on me. (And the amount of sleep I’m losing to watch both LCS and LEC)

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I need to make a DL Sneaky Meteos one soon with how many streams I watch

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When I first started watching esports I was like “nooo I can’t ship people it seems wrong”. Yeah well now it’s half of my guilty pleasure closet.

(Rewatched Stacked. Very feels.)

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Was edited at 3 am to a Broxah stream and severe confusion on what day it was. BUT I HAVE FINALLY GOTTEN A SNEAKY/METEOS ONE OUT.

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Weeping. I’m weeping.

(Rewatched VIT vs XL, then XL vs FNC)

Now facedown in bed on Copium.