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raitrolling · 2 months

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its late in every timezone but my own but w/e finally i have The Energy to write my annual quads day gift post

Nancor gave Gliese a bouquet of dried roses, as well as a dark chocolate bunny. he says that the latter isn't an early Easter gift, but boy do the Easter eggs seem to arrive in stores earlier every sweep!

Dismas gave Maidel half a dozen cupcakes, three of which are vanilla-flavoured and decorated to look like sheep, and the other three are black liquorice-flavoured and decorated to look like goats

Callan bought Gerrel a cheap fondue kit as well as some fruits and a lot of snacks perfect for dipping into the chocolate. as with any of his gifts, it's clear he just wants to eat fun foods with his moirail or have Gerrel do all the work for him. He's not expecting anything from Izuili, but if Izu surprises him he's got a back-up Chocolate Bar From His Pocket as a return gift. don't ask how long that's been in there

Ashe gave Cheran a box of chocolates shaped like anatomically-correct hearts, which he bought from Viltau so they're. um. let's just say Cheran will have no issue eating them without feeling ill afterwards. And he gave Jikiro a box of various chocolate liqueurs, making sure that at least one of the flavours is plum wine

Velour made Jamie a beanie with a subtle diamond pattern, and also gave him first pickings of any chocolate / quadrants day themed gift that was sent to him by his fans. he certainly isn't going to be able to eat all that chocolate on his own

Mikiel is still Going Through Shit rn so he did not visit Lyvere, but he has set aside a box of fancy chocolate truffles to say thanks for the care packages he's been leaving at Miki's doorstep. He's also got a box for Thrixe when he returns as well

Lucy was unable to give Anirus anything for Quadrants Day due to the situation in Vernrot, but he did enjoy spending time with them regardless and promises to make them a nice meal and also some cookies next time they visit

Sharle did manage to get the evening off work, but he totally forgot about a gift and picked up a box of expensive chocolates on the way to see Jamie. he's still new to this dating thing ok he's Trying

Viltau made Jikiro a box of artisanal chocolates with some unique flavours (like rose tea or macadamia + lemon myrtle), and will challenge Ji to identify every single flavour. If he succeeds, he will receive a prize: A chocolate tanuki statue that is holding a bouquet of chocolate roses, Amaury Guichon-style. For Kitaer, he made chocolates shaped like various body parts... All preserved in formaldehyde to resemble a murder mystery he challenged Kitaer to solving early on in their relationship.

Glasya bought Mikail some incredibly hot/spicy chili chocolates, but also made their own version as well. They want him to tell them which ones he prefers, and if he says the store-brand ones they will pout and pretend to get incredibly offended... But also ask him why so they can improve their craft and really knock his socks off next sweep >:3c

#ooc #spring and a storm #null and void #the prince and the pauper #art attack #lonely too long #dearly departed #starstruck #served ice cold #icebreaker #guiding you home #bluebirds #dressed to impress #kittau #mixed messages #if any gifts are repeats from previous years / 12th perigees no theyre not. my memory is a sieve #and we're just gonna pretend they're all fresh and new and exciting

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lightup0nlight · 4 months

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❛To keep going with a wrong decision is a weakness of intellect and poor management.

When you make a plan for something or another, and it becomes clear to you that you [have made] a mistake, don’t keep it going until the very end.

When you get into an argument in which you know you [have made an] error, don’t keep it going until the very end.

When you write a short piece [like an article], the defects and shortcomings of which have become apparent to you, don’t keep it going until the very end.

When you start a friendship which [has become] hard to put up with, and for which all possible means of continuing have become exhausted, don’t keep it going until the very end.

To keep [these matters] going until [their] very end would be failing here, and some failures cause suffering and pain.❜

— Sheikh Dr. Muhammad ibn Ghalib al-Umari hafidhahullah (Translated by Mikail ibn Mahboob Ariff)

#wise sayings #salafiyyah #deen #islam #islamicreminders

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lily-orchard-gossip-blog · 2 years

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There's an anon asking Lily not to rely on gender stereotypes when writing Rey as a him/he lesbian. As a response, Lily, in detail, talked about how hair cutting is a gender stereotype and misogyny. And how Lily had to reprimand Mikail for suggesting that Rey cuts his hair as a form of transitioning. Not only that, but She also found the idea of Rey and/or Aliana shaving their head to be disgusting and problematic.

How would it be problamatic?

If someone identifies in a masculine way, it would makes sense for them to try out a different hair style. Like, wigs are a thing. Just have Rey wear a short haired wig for a bit and experiment.

Aliana is the litteral ruler of the galaxy, are you seriously telling me she can't buy a wig for her spouse?

While I understand that Lily probably has personal trauma relating to her own hair, it doesn't mean that fictional characters cutting their own hair is problamatic. It just doesn't.

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opinated-user · 2 years

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I mean this is the woman that accidentally misgenders her wife despite knowing Mikail’s non-binary. The same woman that is petty towards trans content creators/ex friends. The same woman belittles you for being queer. Of course, she is gonna be is ignorant when writing Rey as him/his while making it all about Aliana. Aliana is Lily’s self-insert and always the center of attention. She wouldn’t make Alaina he/him due to dysphoria/internalized transphobia; all Lily’s self inserts are cis female.

you touch on a interesting about internalized transphobia or dysphoria feelings. the idea of a trans person wanting to only write cis characters because transness is still a very raw thing they are still dealing with is understandable and i'd never put it against them for just trying to write scapist fantasies for fun. the problem is that while we're trying to be compassionate and understand LO from this point of view, she's out there calling everyone "really, really bad writers" who can't be trusted to write nothng but cis characters and how you must be inclusive on all forms while absolutely not doing anything herself to try to be that. she's as much of LGBT+ advocate as arielle Scarcelle, a notorious terf on youtube, is one too.

#lily orchard

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iman2 · 5 months

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the uncrossing

the problem is the savior file. it could be anyone but...i've decided that it's you. mikail wants to do it. no, i will. only ME. i was counting on you. last year...i still haven't forgotten and...you ain't talking to me so i don't know how real it is. i can rock your body...rock your body all night...rock your body...🎵 i lit a candle for him yesterday. it's burning beautifully. his spirit just gave me a kiss. and what would my physical body do? what did you want it to be like? i didn't expect it to happen. i wasn't pretty enough but here. i would write something like that in my diary but i'd imagine that it was someone it would actually happen to. i like the song. it's more juvenile than she thinks. i want you to be starstruck. why? it's all i got. i e-fucked you once and i kept saying "omg, am i really fucking chr1sbr0wn right now? i'm your biggest fan!" as a joke. i can do it again. i want you to be young too. 10. so you're 15? i don't think it'll be a fuck. it won't. you want to be my neighbour? is that the plot you want? yes. but i'm still me. i'm lying about your age on run it. i'll have to think about it. i never imagined fucking him. it's the ugly girl trauma. i'm gonna eat some cereal like a poor bitch lmao. i stole shit from my sister that i'll pawn on monday. gonna buy me a pepperoni pizza with that. <3

#and nami?

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jmccannwriter · 1 year

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Healing and Empowerment through the Arts

Mikail Baryshnikov’s advice to dancers applies to writers, too. It applies to all art forms and vocations, really. #dancecommunity #writingcommunity #writetip #lifetip

My life has always been fueled by books and writing. It has also been fueled by dance. Much of my youth was focused on ballet and modern dance. Mikhail Baryshnikov, who defected from the Soviet Union in 1974, was one of my earliest inspirations. His 1985 movie “White Nights” with the late-great Gregory Hines remains one of my all-time favorites. In a recent interview with Pointe Magazine Editor…

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goddesstrolls-archive · 4 years

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Night one.

Since passing through the boundary of dense fog that encircled the city and surrounding areas, Mikail had noted several...Obvious occurrences.

Despite it being near midnight when he entered, it appeared to be dusk. And it remained dusk, no matter how much time seemed to pass. His watch had frozen. And neither his compass nor his phone would work.

There was a clocktower, however, that rang the hours as usual despite the constant dim twilight. That helped his timekeeping considerably, though he wondered how the clocktower ran if his analog watch wouldn’t.

He began with speaking to some of the locals...Most of whom were textbook insane, more often talking to themselves than him or just spouting what seemed to be nonsense. Mikail felt there was more to their ‘nonsense’ than what met the eye, and he documented every word after the interaction.

Many referenced the city’s curator, telling him he should go to see her as a visitor to the city. They seemed to adore, or some admire her. He spoke to one troll- He hoped they could still be called that- Who was twisted beyond recognition, but seemingly still sane, who spoke in fearful whispers and begged him to leave if he could.

He intended to, of course. Just not yet. But he’d promised the troll he would leave as soon as he could to ease their fear for him.

The concept of going to see the city’s curator felt far from right, a gut instinct that told him to avoid her instead. He chose the chapel instead, as it had been noted to house a collection of books. It had the clocktower too, and he hoped to catch sight of the clock.

He didn’t meet many trolls in the first floors of the chapel, and they were quiet, helpful even. One informed him where the chapel library was, and accompanied him part of the way. But they stopped at the level above, seeming too fearful to continue. Mikail discovered why upon going down the broken elevator.

It was crawling with what he could only describe to be monsters. Twisted, mostly unrecognizable creatures- Some troll-like, seeming intelligent enough to wield a weapon and dodge his attacks- But all exceedingly violent. With little choice, he slaughtered a path through them.

The library was in a similar state of monster-infested and many books were ruined. He didn’t reach it until what he suspected was night two- He couldn’t hear the clocktower from down here. And it seemed that, despite his attempts to block any eldritch influence, he didn’t need sleep.

He must have spent hours reading through the ruined books, taking advantage of his waylaid need for sleep or even food and water (He drank and ate anyway, in case such needs would hit him once he left).

He heard a step on of the circular staircase- A calm, leisurely gait, not the frenzied footsteps of the creatures he’d run into here- And looked up.

A young woman was descending, her head held high, blue eyes glowing in the dim. Her gaze pierced through him like daggers of ice even at this distance.

“So you are the source of the stench of blood here.”

Mikail’s brows twitched upwards. He had a feeling he knew who this woman was.

“Unfortunately. I left as many alive as I could.”

“You should not have come down here.”

“No, probably not.” Mikail closed the book in his hands with a small thump and a puff of dust. He set it down, as the woman continued to descend. “I need to do my job, though. I hope you’ll understand.”

She was silent, staring him down. It took Mikail some effort not to squirm under her gaze. The woman reached the bottom of the stairs, her hand resting lightly on the railing. “You are here to learn of our fair city.”

“Yes.”

“I presume you cannot be convinced otherwise.”

Mikail raised his gloved hands. “I don’t intend to do anything in-depth right now. If you could answer some questions, it would make things go faster.”

“I cannot answer your questions.”

Mikail opened his mouth to respond- But the woman was approaching him directly, and his witty remark died in his throat.

“Nor can I allow you to stay here.” The woman continued, drawing a dagger. Mikail tensed, raising a hand in preparation for a fight.

“I’ll leave--” He began- But the woman suddenly plunged the dagger into her own gut.

“Wh- What are you-” Mikail didn’t dare approach, not with her possible threat. But he stopped, just for a second. The woman whipped the dagger out, her cerulean blood forming a strange halo around her hand and the blade. She tensed as if to strike and Mikail held up a hand, a wall of ice already forming to block, but she was faster. Her form flickered from view and in an instant she reappeared in front of him, in the act of plunging the dagger into his stomach.

It was a short blade, but she drove it in with such force that it went in past the hilt and speared through his back, the bloody aura seeming to assist- It exploded outwards, her blood burning his skin with an intense pain he couldn’t describe. Mikail instantly collapsed, lips parted in a silent gasp of agony- But the woman caught him, other hand still in his gut as she held him.

“Sleep without dreaming, and do not return, stranger.”

Part two.

#bastet speaks #mikail writing #pheira writing #bastet drabbles #long post //

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toomuchdickfort · 2 years

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[It’s no longer raining.

Mikail hadn’t realized that it could rain, in whatever plane the Pools reside, but… evidently, it can. It has been for hours. And the event is… unnerving. Not that it’s the only thing to do that, of course.

The only thing that ever moves here is the blood pond.

But the rain had been loud enough that, wherever the distant storm was, the sharp sound of it could reach Kail from where they’re sat on the fuzzy grass.

They sigh and check the time- they’re only supposed to keep watch for another hour or so, but gods about, the time drags on like nothing else when they’re here. And maybe they’ve spent too much time under the same painted sky, but… it feels like the gold streaks through the wine-violet sky are staring at them. Caged in by a wall of trees, packed too tight to fit an arm between.

The still air starts sitting on their skin wrong, so they pull on their jacket, for what little that does, and lay back. If the sky is going to watch them, they can watch it right back.

And they wake to pain, coursing through their being.

And they wake on unfamiliar ground.

And they can’t so much as breathe, for a few minutes.

And when they try to teleport home, to reach for that tether, they find nothing.

And it takes a while for that to process, for the feeling of aloneness to settle in, but when it does, they scream.

And it resonates with something in them, like nothing else has so far, and… if they were a paragon of their kin, they could take this and do great things. They could cleave the earth open beneath them, and rend the air asunder, and maybe, just maybe, they could re-thread some of the universe to their whim.

But they’re not. And all that happens is little more than a hum in the air around them and a little kicked up dust, both of which are lost in the wind.

And then they just… sit there. Too tired to cry like they want to, and in too bad of a state to do anything about where they are.

And so they wait. For the pain to pass, or for their magic to reshape itself into something that doesn’t actively ache, or for something to just happen to them, they don’t know. But they wait.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal #mikail barne #shoutout to sith for reading this for me <3

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bastsoldtrollblog · 2 years

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Mikail: Read Another Report.

Mikail slid a folded paper off the slowly thinning stack of urgent paperwork on his desk. The date read yesterday evening.

He chewed a candy stick, rolling in between his molars, and then paused to rub his temple. It was early, those few silent and still hours before dawn. His eyes felt sore, and a headache loomed.

Yet, he felt restless. As he often did these nights. Sleep wouldn’t find him easily, not til he’d had some alcohol. He’d avoid that fate for a little while longer.

He unfolded the paper and skimmed the top. A witness statement? How did that make it onto his desk, much less among the urgent paperwork?

Mikail paused to rub the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. Yeah, that headache was really beginning to settle. Maybe this was his sign to stop.

He slid the statement aside as he straightened his back in the first motions to get up, making half a mental note to send the statement off to the logging office so it could be reunited with it’s case file.

Rubbing his temple and eye wearily with his palm, he took his leave of the office for the night.

The statement sat on his desk for a few more nights. He spent most of his time out of his office, chasing things around Headquarters for two of those nights. After that, reading paperwork was refreshing.

The name on the statement caught his eye, finally. He looked at it again and, recalled that it was in the urgent pile. The name of the troll who wrote it explained everything. Probably just Glasya teasing, he could hear it now; “You don’t think my report is urgent? Lame” or something to that effect.

He began to skim it. By (9), he had begun to slow, captured by the details from Glasya’s perspective. His brow knit in concern and, mild confusion as to how this was still a witness statement. He read (9), and then again, before moving on. As he read through (10), (11), and (12), the crease in his brow deepened.

Then he read (13). And he read it again, slowly.

He sat up in his seat and sighed, leaning his head back against the chair and rubbing at the bridge of his nose wearily. Still, a smirk crept onto his lips. What a harebrained idea. To think he’d nearly forwarded it to one of the logging staff, who would’ve read this. What a fucking hare-brained idea, Glasya.

Mikail read through the rest, and laughed quietly again to himself at the last line.

How the fuck was he supposed to respond to this? He wondered if they wanted him to respond at all. It was just- Just a letter. A vent.

Well, the cat was out of the bag, now. This was damn near a confession, wasn’t it?

Grinning to himself, he got to his feet, folded up the ‘statement’ again, and headed out to the Archival office.

#bastdrabbles #mikail ic #mikail avoran #mikail writing #raitrolling #;3

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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it was both honestly! forneus loves writing and is a good friend of mephisto, they helped mikail and mephisto become friends too actually!

their dislike for nearly everyone is bcs 1) i think you know it's kinda hard to love my version of obey me cast at this point and 2) they hate how quickly everyone forgot about mephsito with how hard he's worked for lord diavolo and devildom and the brothers got all spotlight by simply being.. there

Oh okay, so that works out for Forneus then! They get to help their friend and also do something the enjoy! That's always the best!

And yeah I definitely get where they're coming from on both of those of points lol. But the thing about Mephisto kinda just getting pushed aside is a thing for me, too. I mean people complain about canon Mephisto being kind of a jerk, but can you blame him? Plus I think it's cool when he's not fawning over Lucifer and the bros 'cause he's one of the few. Like yeah those guys ain't perfect!

Anyway, I'm loving Forneus! I tend to really identify with writer characters for obvious reasons lol. And I'm glad that Mikail has someone they can rely on too! Since they seem to be dealing with quite a bit when it comes to the brothers and their pacts.

#poor Mephisto I feel bad for him in general #obey me oc #avatar0fpr1de #cc mutuals #misc answers

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raitrolling · 2 years

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Glasya: Write a Witness Statement

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

You sit at your computer, feet on your desk, wireless keyboard balanced precariously on your lap. A mostly-blank document is on your screen; the organisation’s letterhead is already pasted on top, and you’ve typed up the heading.

Draft Report #20091522-E: Witness Statement of G◼◼◼◼◼ E◼◼◼◼◼, regarding interaction with R2-C3E class entity

You were not asked to write this report, nor is it expected to be included in the Ink Demon’s case file. But as official as this report will be typed out, your intention is not for documentation purposes. You just want him to read it.

Finally no longer feeling the pang of pain in your hands from the encounter a few nights ago, you begin typing.

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I, G◼◼◼◼◼ E◼◼◼◼◼, member of Gaia’s Investigations Department, say:

(1). I have been employed by Gaia for three solar sweeps. I began work as an assistant in the Artefact Storage Unit at the age of ten sweeps, and then gained a position as an Assistant Records Manager for the Investigations Department approximately four perigees after I began employment. I was promoted to Head Records Manager for the Investigations Department at the age of thirteen sweeps, which is presently my current role.

(2). On 15-09-20AC, I was granted permission to accompany the Head of Investigations (HoI.), Mikail Avoran, for an investigation into Report #20091522, the “Ink Demon” case. This information can be confirmed by HoI. Avoran, as well as Ms. Astera Ringoh, who witnessed me depart on this investigation. At the time, the “Ink Demon” was classified as a R1-C3B incident, and therefore it was deemed safe for me to observe the investigation.

(3). All standard safety protocols were followed to the best of my knowledge. HoI. Avoran conducted himself in a professional manner, and I followed all instructions.

(4). We arrived at the location the “Ink Demon” was reported to have been kept sealed inside at approximately 3:36am. A quick survey of the exterior was conducted, and then I entered the building with HoI. Avoran. We both noted no unusual activity outside the building, and it had appeared to resemble a normal hive.

(5). The interior of the building was dark, and when HoI. Avoran tested the light switches the power did not turn on. The furniture in the living room had been moved to the edges of the room, and a ring of a blood-like substance had been drawn in the centre. The fluid appeared to have been freshly splattered, as per HoI. Avoran’s observations via conducting a taste test. I did not approve of this method.

(6) It was not determined what the cause for the ring could be, but it was identified as being magical in nature. I believed it may have been utilised as a conduit for a summoning, however the method did not match any known summoning circle used for a ritual of this calibre. I was advised to not step into the ring as we could not determine its use or its properties. I followed these instructions.

(7) HoI. Avoran instructed me to stay in the living room while he investigated the basement, where it was last reported that the Class R2-C3E Entity had been sealed inside. I felt unsure about splitting up in case something were to happen to my investigative partner while confronting the Entity, however I understood that I was not trained in investigative fieldwork and therefore it would not be appropriate for me to be situated in a potentially dangerous location. I followed these instructions.

(8) Approximately 2 or 3 minutes after HoI. Avoran left the living room, I began to feel uneasy. I felt that the atmosphere of the room had changed, in a way that I can only describe as having “bad vibes”. I felt an urge to step into the magic ring whisper from the back of my mind, which I did not follow. The urge became progressively louder and harder to ignore. Based on previous experience outlined in the file for Report #17082720 (“The Book of Slaughter”, see also Report #08021519, “Ephrey Prelat’s Collection”), I recognised this as a mental attack by an Entity. I was not aware of the true nature of the Class R2-C3E Entity at the time.

(9) I recall panicking upon this revelation, which I believe may have worsened the situation. I tried to resist the mental attack caused by the Entity, however I cannot fully recall which protocols I tried to follow. I warned my investigative partner that something was wrong, but as we had separated he did not hear me. I recall the incessant nature of the Class R2-C3E Entity’s compulsions, which did not correlate exactly to my previous experiences with possession but did remind me of past trauma. I can best describe it as that I was marching to the Entity’s drum beat that was playing in my head. I knew I was powerless against it, but I do not recall the actions it made me take in order to lure me into the ring.

(10) I believe it may have also had access to either my memories, or was able to manipulate and twist my inner desires. I recall thinking of my Investigative partner, HoI. Avoran. I felt reassured that he would save my life, and that everything would be fine once he was here. These thoughts relaxed me, but to an extent that I knew the feeling was amplified by the Class R2-C3E Entity. It is at this point that I believe the “Ink Demon” began to manifest.

(11) I recall hearing HoI. Avoran’s voice calling for me at some point. I remember responding to him. Following this incident, he told me that he had been caught in an illusion, and I had helped him break out of it. I’m glad I was able to do something good for him. Responding to his call also caused the “Ink Demon”’s whispers to cease, but at that point I was already under its control and inside the magic ring. I do not recall stepping into the ring.

(12) My memory of the following sequence of events is uncertain. I recall being unable to control my body, which included being unable to leave the magic ring. I recall hearing the “Ink Demon” tell me to relax and let it take control, and while I recall being scared I also remember feeling unnaturally calm. I recall seeing HoI. Avoran return to the living room, and feeling concerned that he was being baited into the “Ink Demon”’s trap.

(13) I believe it was these emotions that allowed me to stay conscious for so long. I knew that you were in danger, and was fearful of what might happen if you also fell under its influence. I did not want you to get hurt, and while I knew you would not let me die, at that moment I was more concerned about your life than my own. I know everyone always looks to you for support, but in that moment I wished I was able to support you instead. I could feel it grinning when you approached me, and I wanted to plead for you to run away before it could possess you as well. I was terrified that you had done something reckless just to save an idiot like me, and my doubt that I would ever be able to do something good for you allowed that thing to fully take over my mind. I know you said it was not my fault, but I’m sorry I let my feelings distract me and gave up at the last moment.

(14) HoI. Avoran had reportedly placed me in cryogenic stasis in order to trap the “Ink Demon”. I do not recall this from happening, and was not present for the capture and defeat of the Class R2-C3E Entity. We were retrieved by two members of the NMCU Unit 3. My individual statement ends here, and further reports of this incident can be found within Report #20091522.

I believe that the facts stated in this witness statement are true. I do not intend for this report to be included within the case file for Report #20091522, but I wrote this so that you will understand how I feel a little better.

Signed,

G◼◼◼◼◼ E◼◼◼◼◼

Head Records Manager, Gaia Investigations Department

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It’s a stupid idea. It’s a genius idea. Your friends will be simultaneously immensely disappointed in you and also appreciate that you are trying to be more honest with your feelings. Still obscuring your intentions in a confusing way by dressing this up as a witness statement. It’ll blend in with every other document on the urgent pile on his desk, so he won’t even think twice about it until he reads the entire report. And then it’s up to him to decide what to think. Best of all, you won’t see his reaction to having to read your cringy and embarrassing thoughts. It won’t hurt if he takes the report and throws it into the shredder, and you won’t have to confront what would happen if he feels the same.

You send the document to the printer in your office, and stamp it with both a [CONFIDENTIAL] stamp and the date. Careful not to crease the report, you hold it in one hand as you step out of your office and head over to the office belonging to your boss. Thankfully he’s out on lunch break, so you can sneak inside, shutting the door behind you. You flick through a couple papers on the pile labelled ‘urgent’ to look at the order they’ve been laid out, and slip your report in between two other unassuming reports. Perfect. He won’t suspect a thing, you’re sure of it.

There is one last piece to your cunning ploy. You take out a small box from your modus and place it in the centre of his desk, to make it obvious that you did sneak into his office but to hide your real intentions for doing so. Inside are a dozen candy cigarettes; flavoured like hot tamales, with the end dipped in chilli powder to look like the filter. Just like he suggested.

#drabble #glasya elliss #mixed messages #in which glas finds a whole new way to talk about their feelings in the most roundabout way ever #please turn a blind eye to the fact that i dont know how to write a proper witness statement LMAO #i just read legal docs for a living ok

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