#I know this is llate

[jymwahuwu]

imagine jing yuan hypnotized assistant!darling into believing that she should always go to work without panties... that it's perfectly fine for her to lift up her skirt and show him her fat pussy lips and her cute clitoris..... her job is to stand next to him or sit on his lap, looking all pretty while he playing with her wet folds, cockwarming him.....pumping her full of his seed..... until months llate, when he sees a tiny baby bump on her belly, jing yuan knows the hypnosis is no longer needed 🤤🤤

ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! :D

-CW: yandere, dub-con/non-con, hypnosis, forced pregnancy

🤤Hypnosis… To add to the drama, you, as the Assistant to the Seat of Divine Foresight, have the honor of working for General Jing Yuan. You never noticed someone's burning gaze on you as you sorted papers and typed, but you did notice the gentle touch of a hand on your waist.

You have rejected the general's confession more than once. Jing Yuan still maintains his tranquility, smiles calmly, crosses his arms and listens to your reasons ("Just want to work", "General, you are very nice but not suitable for me" and other reasons).

What you don't know is that the only reason Jing Yuan didn't put you on the table and penetrate you was - some fantasy about being a little assistant. Pulling down your underwear directly is, of course, fine and feasible, but… what if you pull down your underwear yourself? This conflicts with your will and reason. Jing Yuan knows. He was thinking of a way. At that time, Penacony's advertisement appeared in front of him. Penacony is a planet known throughout the universe for its reputation for vacations and festivals.

Some dormant memories were awakened. Jing Yuan remembers - there is a technology on that planet that is recognized as safe but dangerous. The danger is…the technique of hypnosis is no longer something that appears in dreams and dramas. This technique can hypnotize the other person into living a normal life, but impose certain "unusual" rules on them, confusing their perception of normality and abnormality.

What if…applied to you?

Alas, I was almost late. Luckily I remembered not wearing underwear. This is rude.

You patted your chest gently and breathed in oxygen, your legs going weak. [General Jing Yuan] smiled and ordered you, "It's time to check your clothing and appearance." "Y-yes, General."

Without any mental burden, you pulled up your plain, black work skirt for him to check. There is no covering, you are naked, and your pubic hair has even been shaved according to the "work instructions". "Um, good. Next." You used your hands to spread your slightly thick labia as usual, revealing the most private and charming view inside, which caused a rumble of laughter in someone's chest. "come over."

You complied, muttering about how today's daily check-up was completed so quickly. You usually have to show it for at least ten minutes… your butt is sitting on his lap, like an obedient and beautiful bird. And his fingertips stroked your wet flesh, rubbing and swirling the little pearl, leaving water stains on his fingertips. After [Jing Yuan] told you that your breasts were also on display, you unbuttoned your conservative shirt and took off your bra without any hesitation.

Of course, you haven't forgotten the important rules of reproduction! Don't forget to rock yourself as that cock spreads your tight, twitching vagina and spreads your thighs. Although occasionally pleasure controls your brain like an electric shock, and you can't help but be afraid of the possibility of pregnancy, you should not deliberately allow his seeds to flow. This is not only basic professional ethics, but also your commitment to [Jing Yuan].

After multiple reproductions, signs of pregnancy appear. Jing Yuan released the control of hypnosis, and you were shocked to discover the changes in your body and sobbed, but don't forget that you are his assistant and future wife 💖

[cheriecoke]

if we're asking for nanami thoughts then i just wanna know how he'd act if you came home llate from a mission or work jwjbsbs i need this rn

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAFE & SOUND — nanami kento

contents: gn!reader 🤍 heheh i didn't mean to write a whole little drabble but i cannot resist something like this ! sfw & a little bit of angst for kicks and giggles — 700

given the nature of being a sorcerer, nanami can't help but get worried when you're running late. he watches the clock tick, minute after minute passing while you still haven't answered his calls.

he's nervous, of course he's nervous. but he doesn't want to be annoying. he knows you can take care of yourself, knows you're strong and capable; and he doesn't want to seem like an overprotective boyfriend. even if it terrifies him that he can't get a hold of you.

instead, he'll just wait for your response, pace the apartment with his phone in his hands and pretend like everything's fine.

kento tries to stay calm. but 45 minutes have passed, and you still haven't answered him.

he's not usually an anxious man, not usually one to let his emotions get the best of him; but his palms are sweaty, his hands shaky, and he can't remember the last time he's felt so on edge.

the dinner he made earlier is already cold, even his own, which he can't bring himself to eat now.

kento's beginning to wonder if he needs to start making calls. there's no need for him to overreact, not when he hasn't been informed that your mission went awry. perhaps satoru knows where you are, shoko, one of the students.

or maybe not. if he doesn't get an answer soon, he'll consider going out after you.

he waits for ten more minutes. the seconds drag on and on.

kento's finger hovers over gojo's contact name. he contemplates.

but the door unlocks just before he can click it, and you're stepping through the threshold, shaking off your coat like nothing's wrong. your hair's a little wind-blown, but otherwise, kento can't spot anything off about you. there's no noticeable wounds, no pain in your expression other than exhaustion.

he's to you in just a few steps, dropping his phone back on the table to take you into his arms. you don't even have time to take your shoes off before he's crushing you to his chest, a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing it near his heart.

you can hear it hammering in his ribcage, an erratic rhythm that makes guilt flower in your stomach. already, you feel so horrible, you'd been in such a rush to get home.

"kento," you say softly, apologetically, and he swallows, kissing your forehead. he's trying to pretend like nothing's wrong, like he wasn't just scared out of his mind, but you can see right through it. "i didn't mean to worry you."

it doesn't take a genius to realize he'd been afraid, not with the way he can't take his hands off of you.

he breathes, kisses the top of your head. "you didn't call me back."

"my phone died. i didn't get the chance to." you feel so, so awful, especially since you know that this has always been his greatest fear.

time after time, he's lived while other sorcerers die, and you know, even if he doesn't tell you, that he's just waiting for it to be you next. for it to be you lying on that steely table, leaving kento all alone, hardened to the world, perhaps forever.

"i'm so, so sorry, kento," you say, pressing your hand against his chest, feeling as the rhythm of his heartbeat dies down. "i was going to call you back as soon as i finished the mission, and then–"

"shh," he squeezes you tight once more, reassuring, "it's okay. it's not your fault, sweetheart."

"i should've been more prepared." your features pinch together. "i should've charged my phone before i left."

"it's okay," kento says again, and you're not sure when you became the one that's being consoled. "the important thing is that you're home safe and sound."

you swallow down your guilt, kissing his collarbone, the closest part of him that you can get your lips on. "i don't like worrying you."

finally, kento pulls away. you can see the distress that's slowly fading, the way his hands stop their nervous shaking. he brushes a piece of hair away from your face, smiling softly. the expression is almost sad, but there's so much love there, so much affection that you ache.

"well there's nothing we can do about that," he says, kissing your forehead before slinging an arm over your shoulder. "i worry about you all the time."

you open your mouth to argue, but it dies quickly. your rebuttal is futile, hypocritical. you worry about him just as much.

"i'm going to be just fine," you tell him as he leads you to the kitchen, where the cold food is sitting there, waiting. "i'll always make it home to you."

he smiles, and squeezes your hand once. "i sure hope so."

[wrylu]

happy valytines day…..love…you……platonically……platonically in big bold letters…….platonically….underlined…

IM LLATE!!!!!!!!! BUT HAPPU LATE VELLIITNERTRAINS DAY!!!!!!!!!!! I love you too (Slash platonic also bold and underlined) I will never ever forget you dude I hope you know that <33

[apocky13]

APOCKY HELP I was llate to class and didn’t know what to do with my bike because I rode my bike to school so I took my bike and I put it in the disabled toilet because I was in a rush and late and then it was still there when I got back so I’ve been been using the disabled toilet as a place to put my bike but then school sent an EMAIL to say please stop putting your BIKES in the DIDABLED TOILET because it’s not a BIKE SHED and now I’m scared they’re going to KICK ME OUT please is there an elixir or a potion for this please

Habeneros and halapenios smoothie

[nosugarallspice]

Hello lovey!! ❤ it's the 😇 anon

Just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job on the idea I sent you! Absolutely killed it 🤭😘

Also I know I am a little Llate but still I am wishing you all the best for your birthday! Take care of yourself angel ❤

Hi bby! I’m glad you like it!! Thank you for sending it in:) // Thank you!🥺 that means a lot! Take care of yourself as well lovey🫶🏽🫶🏽

[frozen-odin]

Arcane Review

Ok I know it’s been a while since the show came out but this has been on my mind recently so I wanted to get some thoughts out. 

Premise: 

Arcane is a tale of two cities, but more than that it’s a tale of two sisters. Violet and Powder (later called Vi and Jinx) were orphans in one of the many civil wars between Piltover, the shining city on the hill, and Zaun, its irradiated underbelly. Both sides of the city are technological marvels in their own right. We even see innovations in this technology when Violet and Powder steal from a young Piltover man, Jace, who seeks to combine technology with magic. The ensuing devastation leads both cities as well as both sisters into a new conflict with no clear heroes. 

Overview:

  Arcane is a beautifully animated series based on the League of Legends video game. Don’t worry if haven’t played the games, I haven’t either. And as expansive as the world of Runeterra is, Arcane made the smart decision to go deep instead of wide. Almost all the action takes place in the split city of Piltover/Zaun and the show serves as a prequel to their conflict that happens in the games. It only ever starts to mention one other location in the latter half of the show, which we gradually learn more about through a handful of secondary characters. 

There were very few times I actually felt like I had to look up background knowledge from the games to understand the show. Even then it was mostly cameo appearances or hints certain characters may not be who they seem. The vast majority of the lore is exposited through the character of Heimerdinger, a two foot tall furry immortal who helped found the city of Piltover. As strange as he is, it’s clear that Heimerdinger and his history is meant to be as distant to us as the audience he is to the other characters, making it easy for them to dismiss his council to ill effects. 

Characters:

The team behind Arcane instead decided to focus on a deep character-centric story and was able to balance fleshing out many familiar faces from the games as well as adding new ones that are central to the story. The focus characters are of course Vi and League of Legend’s flagship character, Jinx. Despite their popularity, their in-game lore was largely left open to interpretation. The fact that they’re sisters was only speculation before Arcane came out. Both also underwent overhauls to their designs and story. 

Jinx has been the go-to mascot of League of Legends since her creation in 2013. In that time she had largely been a one-note manic pixie nightmare girl who takes Harley Quinn-esque glee from her explosions and the other pranks we see her play around Piltover. Her official bio hints at some dark tragedy in her past that drove her mad, it’s not until Arcane that we see her mental illness treated with respect and tgravity, especially as we learn what the tragedy was that caused it. Yes she still does grow up to be the manic explosives expert we see in the games, but there’s a lot more beneath that which she tries to hide. To see the difference in her character look no further than the 2013 Music video “Get Jinxed” and compare it to the promo-video put up just before the release of Arcane, “Enemy” which features Imagine Dragons. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9G1VOjN_84

Obviously not every character from the games can make it in the show, even those native to Piltover/ Zaun. However almost every character who does make it in are amazing in their own right and I can’t go into them all. Vi is one of the simplest as the archetypal big sister who retains her “punch first, ask questions later attitude” from the games, but now must balance that out as she’s put into a buddy-cop romance with the well-born enforcer, Caitlyn. The scientists that the sisters stole from, Jace and Victor, mirror much of Vi’s and Jinx’s relationship as the application of their technology and Jace’s new-found fame also push them apart. The show also features several new characters such as Vander, Silco, and Mel; all of whom give us more insight into the political turmoil that dual city is in, while protecting their own more personal interests. 

A few minor characters do stand out as  weaknesses in the writing though only by comparison to how well-developed the other characters get. Another fan-favorite from the games, Ekko, gets very little exploration despite one of the best fight scenes in the show. There is also one clear incident of fridgeing in this show, which is a low point in otherwise seamless writing. A good number of mysteries are left unanswered and which I hope to see better down in season two. 

Art and Music 

The French studio, Fortiche, did an amazing job with this series. The stylized 3D animation blends quite well with the the limited 2D animation used for the many explosions and other effects, helping to give the series that comic book/ video game look. Piltover and Zaun and very visually distinctive with the former being bathed in sunlight in almost all the shots and covered in gold and royal blue. Zaun by contrast gets almost no natural light, so it is instead bathed in the artificial green or bisexual lighting that helps display the irradiated nature as well as contribute to the feeling of a shunned society looking up to heaven. 

Bisexual lighting is hugely important as it also matches the cotton-candy blue and pink hair colors of Vi and Jinx. Most notably, the main two novums of this world are also colored blue and pink. By the end of the series the pink-haired Vi relies on hex-tech power sources made in Piltover which are colored blue. Meanwhile the blue haired Jinx gets deeper and deeper invested in the Zaunite drug, Shimmer, which is colored pink. 

I’ve already pointed out the fantastic music video prepared by Imagine Dragons, but sound track has plenty of other bops as well. “Playground” is great backdrop to our introduction to Zaun that makes us see the protagonists’ love for it despite all it’s flaws. “Snake” is a wicked action scene that furthers the since of paranoia and betrayal central to the series, and “Misfit Toys” is a departure that nonetheless reinforces the alternate views and the plurality of the series. 

Final thoughts: 

Watch this show. I don’t care what you think of League of Legend or arcano-punk settings. It’s a unique and visibly distinct world with very real characters leading it. The art is beautiful and the team did an amazing job balancing the huge cast into a comprehensive and satisfying character work even if it does leave a lot unanswered. Just be prepared for the darker tone and reinterpretation of traditionally more light hearted characters. There’s a lot of places season two can go, whether if it’s continuing the Piltover Zaun conflict or bringing in the Noxus setting we learned about near the end of last season. There’s so many more stories to tell. 

[coldkryptonitecupcake]

“Risen”, Ch. 18

  "So tell me again how you thought trying to stab an angry, magicked-up half-Ogre was a good idea?," Poppy inquired jokingly as she and Sienna did their best to relax in the Trickster's cave, each nursing their own wounds. "Or was it more of a spur-of-the-moment thing?"

  "The big guy said he needed a distraction, and that's what came to mind. Besides, it's not like I could strike up a conversation with the thing, I could barely stand to look at it," Sienna chuckled before wincing in pain. "Ah! Ooh, that smarts." She clutched her side and looked to Harrier. "Nothing you can do about that, little Light?" The Ghost shook his shell, a hint of guilt in his eye.

  The cave was silent for a moment, and the pair sat, each lost in their own thoughts. "Incoming message from Banshee. He says he's got something Narvuk might like, but he didn't get his feed earlier," Sonni piped up, snapping Poppy out of her daze.

  "Huh? Oh, thanks, Sonni. Tell him I'll be by to pick it up soon. Make sure he knows that it's me coming, not the big guy. Though maybe leave out the part about the Shore, yeah? We don't need him accidentally telling anyone about... y'know," she told her Ghost, who nodded and began composing the reply.

  "So what - nh! - what now?," Sienna asked as she sat up, looking around the cave like she was trying to memorize each and every crack. "Are we just gonna sit here and wait until Narvuk gets back here?"

"We don't have much choice, girl. He'll be back when he's done. Until then, we're kinda stuck here. I just hope no one shows up looking for trouble."

  "Too llate for that," a familiar growling voice sounded from the entrance. Narvuk leaned against the door as as though exhausted, a tiny smirk on his face. "Though the feeling iss appreciated, my friend," he said, walking down the steps to join his friends.

  They looked at him, puzzled and curious. "Your friend DeMarcus decided to stop by, some of his friends as wwell. Nothing to worry about." He shrugged as he seated himself at the base of the rock in the center of the cave, forming a triangle with the girls. "He and I had... words." Poppy and Sienna gaped for a full ten seconds, looking at each other and at Narvuk, before they launched a barrage of questions his way.

"What do you mean 'had words'?"

"How did he even find us?"

"He brought friends?!"

"Why didn't you call us?"

  The questions continued for several minutes before Narvuk threw up a hand. "Enough, please! My ears can only take sso much before I go mad!," he cried, silencing the others mid-sentence, their mouths, still open. "He found us through yyou, Sienna. You're the only one he got close enough to for it to make sense. I could not call ffor you because they threatened Zivath. Yes, he brought friends. The same ones from the hangar, before you ask."

  "Oh, cos that makes us feel so much better! You come back after almost two hours and tell us you were all but attacked, they threatened your Ghost, you won't explain what happened, and somehow they found you through me! And you're here just trying to brush it off?," Sienna exclaimed incredulously. "We haven't even been here for a day and we've already been discovered! We'll have to move you again, probably Nessus, Failsafe is good at keeping secrets..."

  Poppy laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Take it easy, girl. There's no guarantee anything will come of this. Hang on, what is" - she plucked something from Sienna's armor, a small red blinking light on it - "this... a bug. Of course. He had your coordinates the whole time." She crushed the device in her hand and let the pieces fall to the floor of the cave. Sienna balked at the pieces, confusion written all over her face.

  "Wha- how? I didn't even notice... guess I need to brush up on my counter-tracking skills. Wait, if he knows where we are, he could tell Zavala!," the Hunter realized, her head shooting up. "Hell, he could be telling him right now! Harrier, wipe the last travel data on the ship's warp drive, see if you can replace it somehow." Harrier nodded, and he turned away as he started working.

  "Sienna, there's no reason to think he'll tell anyone. If he does, he gets thrown to the Praxics for trying to kill another Guardian and all his friends are suddenly under direct Vanguard supervision," Poppy explained, gesturing for her friend to calm down. "Besides, the humiliation alone is enough reason for him to keep quiet. He'd never live it down." She turned to Narvuk, a question already on her lips. "Narvuk, you said Edal stopped DeMarcus, right? Or at the very least, he spoke up?," she asked, and the Knight nodded.

  "He also told me to call hhim if DeMarcus tried again. Perhaps we are still safe here. That is, I will be ffine for now. You two should get bback to the Tower, you'll be missed before too long. Besides I have much to think on after what we discovered," Narvuk explained, waving thegirls away.

  "I'll be back soon, Banshee said he had something for you. 'Til then, stay in here and try to stay out of any more trouble, yeah?," Poppy half-joked as she helped Sienna stand, pulling her to her feet. "I think there's been enough for a few days at least." Narvuk nodded, grinning. The girls left the cave, Sienna's limp not quite as noticeable as she went. After the sound of their footsteps had faded, Zivath materialized and turned to her Guardian.

  "Y'know, I had a thought when we were coming back here. If we can get ahead of the whole 'Great Disaster' situation, the reactions might be better than if we let others find out for themselves. It'll make a better impression, you'll come off as open about your past," she suggested, her shell shifting around her eye as she hovered. Narvuk's eyes flicked to his Ghost for a moment before going to his Cleaver. He was silent for a few long minutes, and Zivath was growing concerned. She was about to say something when he spoke.

  "On one hand, I think you're right about this. Openness is valued in Human culture, to a degree. Hhowever, we must consider consequences. To freely admit invvolvement in such a thing, one that, if Sienna is to be believed, left scars that have yet to heal..."

  "What're you getting at, Narvuk?"

  "Some might see it as a chance to avenge the lost, but my concern is for those like Eris. To take revenge is not her way, I think, but it might cause rifts between those who do not wish to fight," Narvuk thought out loud, the only visible sign of tension his fist clenching on his sword. "Perhaps it'd be better if we stayed out here."

  "What are you on about, big guy? The Vanguard need every Guardian they can get after the Red War, and it's not like you're completely without friends. Sure, some people might be angry. Let them! If even some can move on, the rest have no excuse. We've all lost people. Most of them weren't even alive for the Great Disaster! Shaxx and Zavala are probably the last Guardians who were, and they already made it clear that you're fine by them," Zivath half-lectured, her shell whirling in agitation. Narvuk huffed and waved her away, but it lacked any enthusiasm. "Look, I understand, I do. These last few days have been pretty hectic, and you haven't had a lot of time to process all the changes. Maybe... maybe we should stay here, at least until you can figure some stuff out. I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner, you've been all over the place--"

  "It's alright, little shell," Narvuk interrupted his Ghost's rambling apology. "We hhave time to learn from each other. Where shall we begin?" A small smile formed on his face as Zivath's shell slowed and stopped.

  "Wellll, let's start with the different political factions in the City..."

[devil1205]

The Untold Story

Before writing this blog please note its going to be written with no second thoughts, no Guilt and no re considerations.This is a real incident about a student from a college and what happened with him.

In 2010, a young student had decided to enter the Events Industry.After his graduation in 2010 he came across few colleges for the course and then came through EMDI. The student decided and told his mother. First she told her son that he should do MBA but that student was not willing to as he had set his heart for Event Management. Then began the process of enquiries and after going through brochures of EMDI the student got very excited as they promised 100% placement guarantee in big companies and also opportunities to work in prestigious events. The student joined the college EMDI without any idea what was stored for him.

Few months later say early October there was going to be an Event in Udiapur and interviews were going to be conducted by 70 Event Management which has a big tie up with EMDI. The student was little nervous but managed to give the Interview properly and later got selected for the Udaipur Event.His excitement knew no bounds as it was that young student’s dream to work on events outside city. He was on top of the world unknown of what was going to hit him. During that time Sahara cricket Awards event was also coming up but the condition was that only those students can take part who were rejected for Udaipur event.Till that time the student was still in the team for Udaipur event.But later around the third day of Diwali which was also a bhaubeej that student gets a disturbing Message. The Message  was that due to lack of budget you have been removed from Udiapur Event. We are sorry for the inconvenience. This message was like a big big slap to that student who had seen dreams to work in the event.

It was terrible because even sahara event was gone by that time.So he missed two big events.He went to reason out with EMDI immediately after receiving the message but no one was interested to help that poor student.Neither EMDI nor Seventy Events helped the student.Even the classmates did not help him and few students were taking pleasures in that student’s tragedy.

He decided to not give up and his family fully supported him.In that time his family was the only support he had.Mom,dad,sisters, etc everyone encouraged him to fight against EMDI but it was of n use. EMDI threatened that student because they had influential people and lot of money due to which nobody could raise their voice. Even seventy events scared that student. He was forced to give up and suppressed.

Its almost 8 years but that awful incident still scars him. Its a deep scar. The torture had not ended there he was made to struggle for placements in Interneship also. While others got internships earlier he got internship very llate and in an improper manner.EMDI tried to sabotage his image also but due to his nice nature and obedient quality he managed to create a  good image.

This was the story of that student who was promised alot but he got nothing and why?? Because as per EMDI he was not happening in looks,appearance,charm and many qualities which EMDI demanded.

Colleges like EMDI make tall claims regarding careers,placements,opportunities etc but when it comes to fulfilling them they only cater to influential students and they only choose which students they will help based on their preferences. On one side its always said that "nothing can stop you if you want to achieve it" but here is emdi and seventy events who consider themselves as Gods and think they are in control of everyone's lives.

Now comes the revelation....that student is none other than Me Deven Arora. I have written this blog without any fear or shame. When EMDI and seventy events did not shame in destroying my life why do I shame in naming them. Now I will be asked for proof by some people.I unfortunately have no hardcore evidence but truth without evidence is also truth. I would not have written this incident if it was not important to me or if I did not care.

Now after this i will be told to forget it,leave it or somethings like these. Its very easy to tell someone to forget what happened with them but put yourself in my shoes then you will understand what one goes through. Rather than telling me or lecturing me even at that time had people helped me in my fight I would not have the need to right all this today. But our society rule when someone fails its better to mock them and demoralise them.But when the person is successful he will be respected.

I suffered the same and I do not know how many other students may have suffered under emdi. There is no use of talking about morals as no one has them.

Finally I am not scared to write this down and if anyone wants to face me I am READY..

[svyxae]

to my fellow CCP players, is there a way to know how long you've been playing Cocoppa Play? I know i've been llating for years but I dont remember the exact date, and im curious to know it, is there a way to know?

From a fellow CCPPlayer ♡

[sweetside]

Okay! Time to go to bed. Sorry I know Ii got a lot of asks annd a thread but it's super llate.

[dryadalismagicae]

@endtablefororphans  ||  A Letter

There was no denying it – the past number of weeks had felt as if they were constructed of distant blurs and fearful living; chest pain and sleepless nights of which bled into one another; the moon and the sun merging to become a nightmarish reality. Life was never to be a fairy-tale, the elf knew as much but never did he ever think such atrocities could occur. Indeed, his heart had been aching terribly for too long, now – his ample regret had blossomed into a flower most putrid, his body withering from the damned weight of it all crushing from his shoulders downward. Very little had been spoken; Lyrian scarcely seeing Fenris around the camp – was he subconsciously avoiding him? It was possible, just as it was possible for it to be the other way around. The elf himself had hardly made much effort to mingle with the others of their gathering; his shame was shrouding him in a dark cloud, isolating, crippling, ostracizing. It was almost entirely self-inflicted for others would approach, be certain he was at least drinking something to remain hydrated, to offer him something to eat, a blanket if he was out late without any jacket. But there were others, of course, of whom questioned his choice from that fateful night as much as he did; and those were the ones that chose to remain away. That evening, the male simply could not take any more; he needed some variety of release and it was with a piece of parchment and a feather that he meandered away from camp, to settle near to the river, to make some ink from burnt embers from the fire.  Writing used to aid him in focusing his thoughts; poetry to remove the overloaded emotions from his consciousness; Lyrian simply allowed himself the freedom to write down exactly what came to his consciousness, whatever it. Fenris;

         Neither of us can deny the pain of the past number of weeks, be it physical or emotional. What occurred was a tragedy no matter the viewpoint one has of the happening; so very much loss has affected all in differing ways, some certainly far more than most. I admit, as most know by now, that my mind has been plagued by the seemingly never ending weight of guilt; so very many times have I played out what happened within my mind, and time and time again has it awoken me from sleep in panic and unrest. I cannot begin to recall the amount of times I have rewritten what occurred in my mind – slight changes to allow for differing outcomes – but none of that imagining or hopeful longing will change the course of the choice I made. The choice I made was one based entirely on my own selfish reasons; my mother once told me that feelings for another will only get in the way of important decisions in life, and if not made together, life would crumble. My father and her lived by such a rule, statement- I allowed my feelings for you to cloud my vision, to fail to see the bigger picture in all; I allowed the female to go because of my own mass fear of losing you. So caught up in it did I not see how important she was to you. And while, I admit, I am certainly relieved that you are alive, I am bitterly haunted by the loss of she of whom so obviously meant a great deal. I am haunted by your injuries sustained, I am haunted by our lack of speaking, I am haunted by all of it, harshly, fiercely; so worried have I been over all that my appetite has diminished, as a few camp members have noted. Logically I knew that we all needed you to survive – leaving you out there, injured, battling alone… it was bleak no matter what decision I took.   I need to understand that what happened will not change, but that weak belief has yet to stop the nightmares. I have promised, if only to myself thus far, that I shall make every effort to aid in regaining Daria’s company. So bitterly have I noted my lack of strength, my lack of mental preparation, my mental strength: I need to understand myself more, I need to grow, I need to reconnect with my roots and thrive on the gifts I have been granted. I am not a weak mage – I need to learn to use that to my advantage and not be a useless member of this encampment. But passion is one thing, drive and motivation are another and I find myself, as of late, fading further and further into the background, the heartache I have been feeling nothing short of crippling. Too intense have my emotions become to function correctly and I simply needed to get them out – and who better to than you – though I have yet to find the strength to tell you much of this face to face. Fenris, I adore you – I think this has been made clear already; though however many indirect actions, though however many whispers around camp. I miss the times where I would be able to glance toward you and see the entirety of the cosmos above in the beauty of your eyes; I miss when I could sit close and simply in silence, looking out toward the horizon, simply enjoying your company, watching the length of your hair tousle in the twilight breeze. Instead, now, when I close my eyes all I see is you in pain and the overwhelming understanding that it was my fault. If I had been stronger – I could have helped. If I was wiser, I could have seen that, understood that. I am sincerely struggling to get it out of my mind, though I know you understand that I did what I thought was best. And even after all of this, the other day in the forest, you protected me. And I cannot help but wonder just how you feel about it all; the happenings of the battle and all stemming from it. You have always been closed off in that sense, I understand, and I know and have seen you express yourself through training and battling. I would never change that of you. I long for a future where all is well; I long for a future where I earn your forgiveness and trust once more; I long for a future where bridges are built and success showers all in each day that dawns. You know – you remind me of spring; the waters as cool and clear only to turn to a llate rain storm, clinging to leaves, shaken by the wind. You are akin to a singular white lily among grass bathed in moonlight; a lone soldier, blossoming beautifully. My heart yearns for you – for solace – for repentance – for forgiveness – for triumph. I know not how I shall achieve it, but I shall one way or another. I must find an inner strength to continue to fight, to pick up the fight, to show I am no mere weak being of whom requires protecting. I merely ask one thing of you, Fenris; if you shall bless me with such, though I understand if not. Tell me how you feel, what you are thinking; I care not if it is in rage and anger or quiet muttering. My thoughts have been lay bare; think of them, think of me, as you will. -Lyrian. And with such a mess of words upon the page did he roll it gently (once the ink had dried) and quietly did he slip it into Fenris’ tent for his discovery at a later time. In the mean time, Lyrian himself made himself useful in brewing more healing draughts, remedies and things of the sort; with the incoming sense of rain it was highly likely a few chills would be caught.         

[snowdinmin-blog]

* c ongratulations and happy llate birthday to @prxphxt and @flapsinhands !! ill h ave to bring an extra special cake.. i mean to come over for valentines anyway but I. Got busy and didnt know it was also a birthday !

[thesoftestcloud]

favorite artists in music?

ooooohhh i dont really know but llately iv been listening a lot to sorority noise and julien baker adn PWR BTTM ans i love them all but idk if they’re my fav :o

[vaals-multiverse]

Ice cream and soup for all of em! (Or just the nmf if that’s too much!)

Ice Cream: Muses favorite dessert?Soup: What does your muse like to eat when sick?

((I think I’ll answer ‘em for just the NMF muses, if I don’t this’ll be loooong))

Manny raises an eyebrow. “… I don’t eat dessert very often at all. So I don’t really know.”

“C-c-c-cake!” Steward bounces with excitement. “Ch-ch-chocl-lll-l-llate c-cake!”

Markus huffs. “I don’ eat “dessert”.”

[asking-the-death]

Llately everything is getting worse. I am feeling horrible and litterally no one knows because I've been hiding it for the past 8 Months. I am drowning in stress and bad toughts but I can't seem to give a fuck anymore, which freaks me out. I am trying not to give up, but it is really tough. I am starting to get scared where this is going because I even started taking a knife and stabbing it into my wrist. There wasn't any blood yet...but I kinda really want there to be blood. Wha should I do?

You need to let your feelings out, you need to talk about them with someone.. As you should have already realized is that hiding them just makes it worse