#HERE have my thought process of today

[breselin]

@adenial​ ♡ hi

     It was a day like any other. Within the white noise rushing through the busy streets, with a sentence picked out here and there, enough for anybody else's concentration to be broken if not shifting that bit of deliberate attention to a task [ unknown to anybody else ] at hand. He had just sat there on an elevated place, eyes closed, dormant against curled knuckles of his right hand, arm placed on the finely crafted stone that was his rest for a moment. One would think of him drifting off in the warmth of the afternoon sun, nearly too tranquil in times like these, but would not many know so much better? [ would they not desire to experience it all? ]

    Approaching the man could have dire consequences, so left alone and to his calm he was. Listening. Listening. At least for today, the 'exercise' may turn out to be an entertaining one.

            " Where did she go?! She can't have gone too far! "

                    " What are you even talking about? "

            " I have to find her! "

    The single sentences made out amongst the crowd, screaming still silent, they might be for everybody else, but for him, it would bring up the reaction of a smile, placid as it was, near imperceptible, yet eerie for those that had the chance encounter to meet him [ to relay orders? ] right now. They would not step any closer. How quaint, should they disturb the Legatus in a moment's peace and solitude? A mission should certainly not be brought to halt just for their own emotions - mayhap their fears ---

    ---the following tumult was enough so that his eyes would open, nought but a hum leaving his lips in mild contemplation. They indeed had managed to draw him out of his moment of undivided attention, drifting to and fro just to gather information. Eyes sharpen, head tilted gradually to glance at whatever had thrown three grown and trained soldiers in his presence in such disarray.  Scurrying to move from whatever had set a sudden bout of near primal dread into their veins [ how laughable, and he knew about not only a few who would usher training just for such an idiotic and frantic display ].

    From him? Laughter, soft and low, before he moves and shifts from his comfortable position to lean down and 'catch' that uninvited guest.

                    " Why-why are you so upset? Just calm down. "

            " You said you saw her, just tell me where! "

                    " Okay, okay! I think last time I saw her,                    she was at the artillery building--- "

            " Why there of all places?! "

    The sound, as soft and pliant as the rustling of leaves, the fine movement of grass, now wanders up his arm, subtle and near imperceptible that whispy sound of fabric's brush higher and higher. One would want to question his behaviour around such a 'threat', for the soldiers had assumed it to be like that. Even so, himself held little to no interest in entertaining their queries and worries and was soon close enough to dispersing, near discarding off them, shall they make any more noise as it is.

    They know. For whatever danger they may presume to be of a primal instinctual habit, finding themselves in the presence of power would be their undoing taking one or the other wrong step [ even a breath would be enough ]. Hilarious. When the barely present glances, the near airy movement of a wave of his hand, was enough to send them to scatter and flee, leave the General to his peace and quiet yet once again. As it was, the message of this 'incident' would soon travel far and wide, the first notions of it already reaching his keen hearing.

    Mayhap, at least for a while, he could resume his 'exercise'.

    Could listen to the surrounding, pick out the singular voices, adjust them, trace them, follow them. It was a simple thing to do, one he had shown and taught not only one but numerous in his reach. But for now? He would wait, as if nothing had happened past the comfortable weight in his grasp, settling and - such oddly comforting.

            " She is not dangerous! "

    A reverberating sound to announce a presence long before perceived, the very first strings of conversation, they seemed as if they had broken the dull 'entertainment' of the day even hours ago, but spanning nought but half a bell to count. Steps, hurried, exclamations beyond what one would expect in approach, it all halted as if struck and grounded, be the sheer force of a lightning bolt.

    " Searching for something~? "     It was the first time in the last minutes dwindling away, maybe feeling like an eternity passing for all those involved, that he would truly speak. And raise his voice not beyond that back and forth the guard and himself would be able to share. Whatever there was for those attentive behind Lovek's back to listen to, it might get drowned out by crowded streets and uproarious voices. But for the one now near gawking and staring at him in sheer surprise, the mocking rhetoric of said question may ring as clear as a bursting crystal glass.

    Undoubtedly, the day had become far more interesting than expected.    " Ah! My apologies, Sir, she-she got away when I wasn't looking, I--- "     Quick, so quick, words poured forth near unfiltered.

    " I know. "     And halted they were by a simple reply. The 'she' in question? A snake, a ball python as much as he was aware of the 'breed', contentedly surely, curled up on the Legatus still sitting, waiting for whatever would happen, situated like a statue underneath a clear blue sky. She had moved in these few heartbeats they had shared, slowly sliding up and higher, as if desiring to curl around Sephiroth's neck, to be able to see a little bit better, before turning to the rightful owner in what could only be called a mischievous display.     " I heard about it. "     [ and those words were as simple as they were unforeseen ].     " Come now, she's yours after all. "

    So he does. Stepping forward as if each step had to be calculated. Orchestrated. As if anything that would happen from now on, could be a farce, a trick, a spiel but knowing it was none at all. Careful hands would reach for the pure white snake, now curled and poised upon the Legatus' outstretched hand. Waiting there to be picked up and cradled close, as if nought else had been her desire all along.      " Y-yes, thank you very much, Sir. "

    It was a few heartbeats, a few pulses, pushing and pulling and would feel like he had stared far longer than need be. Enough for his superior to react, to tilt his head, eyes narrowed and finally - after that pretty little being had coiled securely in place; a tongue flick as if to acknowledge that the adventure experienced and been sure an exciting one had ended -, he would speak a few more words. A question. One breaking the white, bursting, rushing noise, and crashing it all like a wave overhead.     " Hm~ What is her name? "

    As if there had been nobody else but the two of them in this city of steel and arms.     " Ah! Yes! Her name is--- "

[skitskatdacat63]

+ bonus :)

Thank you for all the votes on the poll :D unfortunately however I decided to follow my own destiny </3 also sorry if I forgot to include anyone! Was mostly going off mutuals who voted/are Fernando fans and others who reblogged the poll :)

[vraska-theunseen]

the bible is so boring what's the ideal size of paper for rolling joints

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

anyway shout out to other people in the dead parent club who are going through important benchmarks in life and keep wildly oscillating between celebrating and grieving

[permanentreverie]

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[mokacheer]

Do you guys actually enjoy my content and the things I reblog?

Feeling quite “rot away from all responsibilities online and in real life because I’ve been in a constant state of overthinking everything I do and say” lately

[saltpepperbeard]

you ever feel trapped? like you’re just treading water, waiting to drown?

[ereborne]

✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨

Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3

Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out.  His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.  "We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe." He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his— Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in.  Breathe out. Keep going. 

This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!

No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?

[00queasy00]

x rambles in the tags about my art struggles, nothing new to see :0

[flickeringflame216]

and if all the people who told you one day it won't hurt all the time and there will be a sunny day and you will be able to notice how beautiful it is were right. what then.

[cuteniaarts]

Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl

17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019

[daz4i]

i think my need to write is to make my emotions beautiful, somehow. to excuse their existence by making it something others can enjoy, and in turn distance myself from their rawness. but a good writer probably still feels their emotions as they come and go, and doesn't immediately think about how to turn them into a product, about how to make them useful for others. they just feel for the sake of feeling. but i don't feel (ha) like I'm allowed to do that

[realboutfatalfury]

finally got back to playing zero escape

[arthur-r]

(wrote this song before i left for college but it’s sure applicable to life right now!!!!)

lyrics: falling from grace, i’m a rusting lace artifact / tears down my face as i break my immortal pact / trust me, i want to be healthy / trust me, i want to be special and loving and sweet / trust me, i know that i’m broken / please, i just want one more chance to prove that i could be the— / best friends know how to reveal me / best friends know how hard i try to have something to say / best friends know that it’s not helping / can i just go far away to where there’s nowhere else to— / turn around, up and down, i’m melting!!!! / turn around, i have something to say!!!! / color bleeding, heartbeat leaving, need a place to lay my head / arms are folded, fine print bolded, everything is overloaded!!!!!!!! / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue, i’m coming undone / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue, i’m coming undone / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue / trust me, i want to be healthy / trust me, i want to be special and loving and sweet / trust me, i know that i’m broken / trust me, i know that i’m broken….

[magentagalaxies]

chatted with bruce on zoom today!! apparently in addition to announcing the buddy cole doc at his rivoli show he also promoted it in a sirius xm interview he did about the new sketch show he's executive producing (the dessert)!! which is so freaking cool like he's using his platform for a bigger show he's working on to promote a doc i'm directing??? omg???

[allylikethecat]

I'm so thrown off on my days because I have been traveling, but I did just realize that tomorrow is Tuesday 👀