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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐼 𝒲𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒫𝒫𝐸𝒜𝑅

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Simone de Beauvoir, from "Inseraparable: A Never Before Published Novel,"

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in the company of kai'sa　一　 @psielapki “I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.” / from kaisa <3

a shaky breath shudders the weaver. she isn't spared enough time to brace herself for the words, to steel herself against the force with which they reach her heart. they swarm it like a flock of birds for which its confines are too narrow. the weaver's gaze pools and wavers like the desert horizon at midday.

" oh, kai'sa, " she manages through her tight throat, " you have it all wrong. "

her gaze is drawn to the open desert before them, the dunes and crags of stone beyond which her tribe's pastures and herds of goats can no longer be found, and may never again be ( the dream of it is but another dull ache gnawing at her. ) the horizon is a promise of monuments that seek to split the sky, caverns that carve the earth hollow. it is a bleak expanse, a path towards peril, and she'd have to cross all by her lonesome, were it not for the huntress' company.

she wouldn't dare to risk any of her students' lives, nor would her heart bear asking for the help of her friends. there is only kai'sa, set on the same solemn path, weaving the same terrible threads.

" I would have no light at all, had I not met you. "

tears slip past the weaver's lashes and trail down her cheeks, and yet the corners of her lips quirk. the sun glows through her closed eyelids, and when she opens them again it's dazzlingly bright, like all darkness was for a moment gone. the streaks left by her tears are warm, ticklish in the desert wind.

" you've certainly found a way to make me cry, " she half-laughs, turning towards her dear friend and taking her hand. she gives it a squeeze, smiling. " I will treasure your words forever. "

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

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ALSO FIDDLE IS COMING TO LOR???

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hello all! I've been on my multi writing avatar tlok / jjk things, but now that softie has been into lux and xayah, my league senses are tingling. if you want inbox things from taliyah or ez, poke here!

also, if any of you write atla/tlok, warcraft, hades or even bnha muses, talk to meee! maybe we could write something on my multi.

very slowly, i'm also planning to re-establish my league multi. I'd have nunu, fiddle, rakan, darius, jax and some LoR characters there, specifically from the card the smooth soloist, written as kind of a league OC since the info on her is so meagre -- only voice lines and flavor text to go off of!

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Taliyah sketch ❤️

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marlena by julie buntin

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Continued. 　一　 @lronwilled / Yasuo

The silence stretches, seeming to span the valley's length. The echoes in the earth have quieted, brief as the passing wind, giving way to the voice that might recall them. The weaver's gaze rests averted on the sun-soaked earth, patient, listening to her and her Master's alternating breaths.

Yasuo speaks then, and Taliyah catches the hint of something almost fearful, as if something in this place might be listening keenly to the words her Master chooses, intent on harsh judgement. It reminds her of the dunes and the pastures her senses could still feel beneath their weight, a memory from years past. She meets her Master's troubled gaze with kindness, one that has long-forgiven impossible things, like the earliest rays of dawn. " I think you have never been more ready. "

Her fingers play with the seed in her pocket, almost of their own accord as if knowing it is needed again. It is the acorn her Master gave her many years ago, the final and most fundamental lesson among the many he has taught her. She lifts it up and into the daylight, watching it with fondness that has come at a steep price.

" When I returned home and saw what had happened, the guilt was unbearable. Yet, if I had stayed, I may never have learnt to know myself or my power, because I wouldn't have met you. I would probably have died with the others. My tribe must've been happy that I was far away -- safe, in their minds. "

Her palm curls around the acorn and gently returns it to where she has harbored it all these years, from student to retributor to someone who seeks sense and understanding in all that has happened. Someone on the path of of healing, or something yet unknown.

" You may not have become my teacher, had your past been different. I would not have been able to save as many people as I did in Shurima, had you not taught me. "

She looks up at her Master, a wish painted over her features -- the wish that both of them can find peace in the sorrows and regrets that have come to define them.

" Whatever happened here... it is part of why you are my Master. "

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 [ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too　一　 @piltover-sharpshooter

Letters have always been something strange to the seasoned nomad. The rest of the world's reliance upon them is common knowledge even in the deep desert, but she only first understood that in the Noxian military, where her illiteracy had been a deficiency to be corrected with utmost urgency.

The waft emanating from Caitlyn's ink bottle is different to what her memories from Noxus lead her to expect. It's just as strangely pleasant, if not more so, mixing with the investigator's luxurious fragrance in their close proximity beside one another.

" I just need to learn to write your name and address, right? " the mage asks, somewhat overwhelmed at the sight of the blank sheet of paper.

The common alphabet is familiar to her, but Piltovean symbols not at all. The best chance to ensure her mail's arrival at the Kiramman investigator's house is to sign it in Piltovean, and that the stoneweaver wishes to learn before her fast approaching departure from the city of progress. Her future letters' contents, of course, will have to suffice in the common tongue, just as their many conversations during the weaver's time in Piltover have.

It brings a strange sense of hope to know that someone so far could still be reached, words shared long after the divergence of paths determined by fate. The desert has taught the mage that the horizon takes back those it gifts, yet the city wishes to contradict the lay of the land. Her world is not one of addresses ; where she sleeps, she is seldom to do so again, and so she has her doubts about this endeavor -- but if there is even the slightest chance to contact her new and dear friend again, she'll jump at the chance.

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Ursula K. Le Guin sentence starters

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”

“People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons.”

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” 

“When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.”

“This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”

“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.” 

“But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.”

“It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.” 

“Truth is a matter of the imagination.”

“Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.”

“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.”

“A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.” 

“There must be darkness to see the stars.”

“It’s always easiest to let yourself be governed.”

“A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.”

“Go to bed; tired is stupid.” 

“The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.” 

“If civilization has an opposite, it is war.”

“What good is power when you’re too wise to use it?” 

“To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.” 

“The wise needn’t ask, the fool asks in vain.” 

“One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies.” 

“What’s to gain by silence?”

“If you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.”

“No granite is so hard as hatred and no clay so cold as cruelty.”

“There are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.”

“It is not altogether a bad thing to have criminal ancestors. An arsonist grandfather may bequeath one a nose for smelling smoke.”

“What is more arrogant than honesty?”

“Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?”

“When you eat illusions you end up hungrier than before.”

“The counsel of the dead is not profitable to the living.”

“I will not take the counsel of despair.”

“To make love is to unmake power.”

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The Freljord Taliyah season is coming...

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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❝ In the name of someone really sore right now. ❞

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To-do list for today is some blog maintenance. Dossier is missing links and I've been setting up a multimuse on the side.