Fragments of hope

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[lightcreators]

Blogs link : rules / muses, heavily affiliated with @tiimecrash

Concerning the Umineko lore added to some muses

Casual reminder of reply speed ≠ interest in our things

Things to do:

- slowly bring each about for my muses, since it started !

- when I will have energy, redo my rules

- by a portable graphic tablet & learn how to use it

- buy more of a Japan professional brand of alcohol markers

-Phobos homeworks. Kaimon month focus in May-June, with all possible drawings + learn how to do an short Visual Novel as outlet concerning P:EG situation. Concerning P:EG situation, have negotiated with muse, but once will have official document & with some time passing, pick up the pieces, bring one lore document + one script + fanfic. Accidentally, get various CGs (get ordered basically to have an draft version of various what ifs & an semi-project to get official planned version somewhere in some form as kind of foundation as a claim of Phobos on one of his incarnations for doesn't care what Fates have said 😅). Sunshine Boy been whiny, also get requested to create in some way or form an Visual Novel with various paths because he wants to, when negociating for something simpler. Besides, Boy decided waiting was lame so will have to work on lore document earlier than intented 🫠 Fine demonstration of Phobos too enraged towards the Fates, but as I complete my assigned duties, it should get better, although intend explore it through drawing his Exhibit A Behavior.

- Shitdrawing collection over an particular connected lore I’m lot inspired. Catching up 17 drawings late of Umitober 2022.

-PJO Hades AU eating my brain already so casual reminder to explore that, and all ideas coming from it. Priority do Umitober 2025 x2 (Umineko + Interconnected Subplot) during year of 2026!

- Do Umitober 2023 & using prompts for Interconnected Subplot

- Clow Reed been a good motivation Focus primarily on Interconnected Subplot for developping all possible content, which will serve as accelerated training besides alleviate fifteen years of frustration. Current projects : Some scenes of interconnected subplot. Some scenes related to Ciel and Alois concerning evolution of their dynamic. Hades & Selene collection. Pre-preparatory work concerning lore of trio Anakin / Luke / Frodo. Carry on 50 drawings / week, more if I can. Challenging goal is reach 200 drawings/month. 

- write Watanuki Experience 2020 - 2023 from notebooks briefing

- buy a game console (since I have to replay & screams at SDR2)

- learn How To Do Gifs

Activity update:

Komaeda's luck timing : after 8 months without work, have currently 8 months inside an new job, just before rules changes concerning unemployment, and soon afterwards have met Dream™ ! An new organization need to be settled down, as I can for now, be present during the night & during the weekend. Nevertheless, these past few months, I struggling with physical exhaustation, and will take time for overcome it.

Even since April 2020, Watanuki Experience ( astral travelling & spiritual awakening) is filled of transitions. I am suffering some of them once in a while, physically painful & emotionally exhausting so quality is higher. I’ll be a snail. Priorities will be replies & slowly drawings-posted-later. 

[lightcreators]

It's midnight & finally time for hobbies. Will hide inside Clair Obscur for couple of hours with Endless Tower levels when would love finish clean level 3, bring wild replies & will finish night with drawings. 8h will look short.

[dciisy]

@lightcreators. DEAN WINCHESTER ft. ALLISON ARGENT.

❝ you're bleeding. ❞ she pointed out, her dark hues fixated on the gash he had on his forehead and inhaled deeply. ❝ let me patch you up. i've got a first aid kit. ❞ she added on. she knew how to patch up wounds and she knows how to stitch up a wound if the wound needed it. she's done it to scott before and she's done it once before for herself.

[lightcreators]

Physical  wounds  were  a  reassuring  reminder:  of  course,  painful,  assuredly  annoying  by  moments  but  there  was  that  remembrance  they  can  be  fixed  more  or  less.  Not  compared  to  an  uncontrollable  mind  that  can  becoming  a  sudden  mess,  in  which  blurry  memories  of  what  happening  will  haunting  his  mind.  Not  pressure  coming  from  his  own  brain,  forced  himself  to  face  other  part  of  his  personality  that  he  wasn’t  conscious.  Appreciation  of  the  gesture  came  inside  emerald  eyes  that  standing  for  a  couple  of  seconds,  merely  observing  her.  He  wasn’t  counting  to  take  care  of  himself  during  that  precise  moment  as  he  wished  having  a  recollection  of  his  own  blood  might  delaying  whatever  unexpected  trigger  ---  though,  nothing  in  which  he  could  escape  the  mirror.  ❝  Oh,  I’m  accustomed  of  that  you  know.  Though,  if  you  want  to  heal  this  wound,  why  not.  It’s  will  allow  some  chat  between  each  other,  right?  ❞  Wasn’t  like  he  could  expecting  his  brother  accept  his decision,  because  he  wished  in  one  way  or  another  taking  control  of  the  Russian  roulette  inscribed  inside  his  brain.

[say0ranarts]

i will decide the truth. 🐦‍⬛

[veinyan]

Happy birthday to crow<3

[dynastymuses]

@lightcreators comment on this post for a starter from galadriel (no longer accepting)

Galadriel looked at the young hobbit. She smiled, feeling a bit of guilt from this whole situation. She was thousands of years old, she should have stopped this, before a young hobbit had. Then again maybe that was the point. She had been too close to all of this for too long, maybe a new perspective would actually end this ❝you are the right choice frodo baggins. Never doubt that❞

[lightcreators]

It  was  consciousness  of  weight  of  responsibilities  failing  into  his  shoulders  that  scared  him.  Sure,  he  wasn’t  exactly  young,  regardless  how  much  inexperienced  he  considered  himself  (as  he  would  rather  perceiving  problems  of  higher  spheres  figures  that  finding  himself  the  one  solving  it,  in  which  with  his  limited  perspective,  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  have  all  elements  of  the  context),  nevertheless  had  that  rightness  to  achieve  success.  It  was  merely  beginning  of  the  journey.  There  was  also  slight  awareness  he  pushed  himself  inside  a  sacrificial  quest  ---  but  preferred  taking  action  than  pretending  he  could  return  home,  home  that  might  be  taken  over  from  him,  home  that  he  might  lost  all  the  same  …  possibility  of  it  burning  triggering  something  nauseous  inside.  If  other  people  around  him  believing  him  he  could  achieve  great  things,  almost  something  as  close  of  the  impossible,  it  would  be  allowing  him  to  gain  enough  confidence,  although  there  was  never  even  a  thought  about  giving  up.  If  that  reassuring  sound  that  he  could,  not  only  coming  from  an  outsider  third  party,  but  also  from  people  close  to  him,  from  people  that  learned  to  known  him  or  even  passing  presences,  he  would  have  that  anchor  to  remember.  He  was  once  more  scared  nevertheless  was  conscious  he  would  have  to  find  his  own  calmness  within  him  (again),  as  he  couldn’t  let  the  fear  determinate  the  result.

Inside  other  circumstances,  assuming  he  was  welcomed  with  same  pleasure  of  closeness,  he  would  be  perceiving  himself  staying  a  little  longer  in  presence  of  the  Elves.  Captivation  and  admiration  he  had  for  these  eternal  beings  stayed  unchanged,  in  which  he  wished,  even  a  little,  bring  their  legacy  around,  reassuring  them  their  world  wasn’t  completely  over.  If  world  of  Men  eventually  shines  inside  his  world,  it  probably  won’t  be  as  easier  and  less  complex  than  their  thoughts,  in  which  their  windows  and  long-term  experiences  should  be  missed  …  nevertheless,  this  wasn’t  his  choice,  neither  something  in  which  he  could  even  attempting  to  speak  over,  as  obscurity  of  that  world  remained.  (Knowledge  he  might  learn  from  other  places  would  simply  too  much  altering  his  reality).  Smile  he  offered  searched  to  bring  comforting  emotion  it  was  making  him  feel.  Although  same  weight  remained  trapped  inside  his  gaze,  as  desire  to  return  back  the  sentiment.  ❝  I  hope  to  be  so  with  all  my  heart  and  that  my  shoulders  can  bear  this  burden  to  the  end.  I  dare  not  imagine  what  your  eyes  hold  within  their  glow,  Gentle  Lady.  ❞  Concerning  his  first  sentence,  there  was  remembrance  of  these  third  parties  that  struggled  on  their  own  ways  without  imposing  too  much  within  a  painful  path,  outside  his  uncle  that  carried  away  an  secrete  legacy  for  a  long  time  …  which  caused  the  second  sentence.  Gandalf’s  stories  had  been  somewhere  an  indirect  lighthouse  to  refer  himself,  in  same  ways  some  of  Biblo’s  legacy  has  been  partially  his,  making  the  Ring  the  last  of  them.  Suffering  within  an  immortal  gaze  automatically  caused  him  sadness,  as  he  wished  appeased  it  (even  if  concerned  never  requested  it  but  didn’t  letting it  discouraged  him neither).

[wraekagemovedd-deactivated20260]

Violet's  life  was  far  from  easy.  Constantly  trying  to  prove  herself  wore  her  down.  She  was  stubborn  enough  to  keep  going,  but  it  was  growing  redundant.  Now  she  had  to  prove  to  Anakin  she  was  his  sister.  Whether  he  believed  it  or  not  was  purely  up  to  him.  If  he  didn't,  then  she  would  be  without  family  altogether.  Her  depression  was  already  growing  from  the  lack  of  any  love.  It  made  her  hate  her  uncle  for  throwing  her  to  the  wolves  when  she  was  only  barely  sixteen.  Trex  made  it  clear  he  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  her.  And  she  had  no  choice  but  to  carry  on  in  a  profession  she  was  forced  into. Ironically  enough,  she  found  out  she  had  loving  parents  who  would  have  done  anything  for  her.  The  reality  was  Anakin  was  the  only  one  left,  and  if  he  chose  to  turn  his  back...  she  didn't  want  to  think  of  it. She  pulled  out  the  holocron  to  show  him.  He  would  only  learn  the  truth  after  she  activated  it.  Violet  watched  the  holo  countless  times.  It  was  the  only  comfort  she  had  in  this  dark  world.  "I  don't  have  anywhere.  Only  my  ship.  It's  docked  at  the  spaceport."  Maybe  this  was  a  bad  idea.  Her  hopes  would  only  get  smashed  if  she  couldn't  deliver  her  end.  "Do  you  have  a  place?"

[lightcreators]

@wraekage

Anticipation  of  Obi-Wan’s  stubbornness  could  be  sensed.  It  was  impossible,  regardless  how  careful  he  was  searching  to  be  with  himself,  that  he  will  reacting  positively  ---   it  was  nothing  against  an  newest  found  sister,  it  was  nothing  against  another  member  of  his  family  that  he  learned  existence  along  the  way  …  it  was  about  all  implicit  misery  that  was  given  in  boomerang  back  to  his  face,  how  that  possibility  of  peaceful  happiness  needed  constantly  to  be  compromised,  it  was  remembrance  he  was  an  single  pawn  …  from  everything  around  him,  from  the  world,  from  puppeteers  that  he  didn’t  even  know.  Eternal  comedy  to  feeling  as  a  controlled  puppet  sun  as  it  was  amusement  of  it.  At  least,  he  was  able  to  controlling  that  current  frustration  for  not  show  too  much  unwelcomed  feelings  towards  his  new  found  sister.  He  couldn’t  pretend  he  had  perfect  example  of  a  family  regardless  how  yet  emotionally  tormented  he  remained  with  his  mother:  cannot  pretending  he  grieved  correctly  in  any  measure  since  whispers  of  a  dragon  would  remain  put  remembrance  on  him  everything  die,  cannot  pretending  knowledge  enough  mean  there  was  other  implications  …  He  honestly  thought  that  trial  has  been  passed  and  over.  Did  he  remember?   Yes,  for  one  specific  thing.  Sadly,  for  her  presence,  he  mostly  had  a  blur that  he  was loathing. Memories  had  been  what  saved  him  once, as reminder.

❝   I’m  conscious  it’s  not  an  easy  step.  ❞  He  searched  to  reassurance,  as  he  wasn’t  blind  towards  returned  emotions.  There  was  no  need  to  left  her  inside  that  uncertainty.  There  was  no  need  to  pull  up  more  anxiety  to  already  lot  she  might  have.  His  Master  would  be  the  first  to  confess  how  he  was  an  entire  mess,  often  has  been,  casually  was  today,  in  which  he  wished  he  didn’t  have  to  be  behind  his  back  all  the  time.  There  was  another  wave  of  emotions  as  he  listened  the  rest.  ❝ Quite  lonely  …  ❞  He  admitted.  ❝  I  have.  Within  time,  I  find  somewhere  to  be  alone  inside  the  Temple,  it’s  spare  other  people  to  see  him  inside  my  bad  days.  Less  explanations  to  do  also,  certainty  to  be  left  alone.  ❞  He  sighed.  ❝ If  I’m  frustrated,  forgive  me  in  advance,  it’s  not  against  you.  Existence  have  quite  a  pleasure  to  torment  me  in  one  way  or  another,  I’m  mostly  angry  towards  that.  ❞  For  someone  supposed  to  becoming  a  world’s  saviour,  he  had  a  pile  of  problems,  that  was  accumulating  little  by  little.  Oh,  with  of  course,  an  unsolvable  riddle.  As  he  was  finished  talking,  he  showed  her  the  way,  clearly  used  to  wander  around.

[wraekage]

Pushing  buttons  was  another  form  of  affection  when  it  came  to  her  loved  ones.  When  it  was  someone  else,  it  was  blatant  sarcasm  meant  to  cut  to  the  core.  Mainly  she  wished  they  would  come  rushing  at  her  to  give  her  the  opening  she  needed.  Violet  often  did  this  in  sticky  situations.  Considering  she  did  it  to  Han  this  time,  it  was  harmless.  Solo  didn't  care  to  take  instructions  on  how  to  fix  his  ship,  but  in  this  case  she  knew  she  was  right. "Maybe?  Definitely.  You  remind  me  more  of  your  mother  than  Anakin  himself."  Sometimes  Luke's  overly  patient  attitude  got  the  better  of  her.  Even  if  she  was  years  older  than  him,  he  was  teaching  her  a  great  deal.  "Lead  us  to  a  fight  if  your  friend  doesn't  listen...  Han,  I  said  it's  the  kriffin'  hyperdrive!"

@lightcreators

[lightcreators]

@wraekage

Distanced  perspective  turned  another  measure  of  events  around  him.  Though,  there  will  be  lack  of  explanations  about  sometimes  how  confident  he  might  be  about  some  specific  circumstances,  or  even  listening  carefully  another  point  of  view  before  turning  around  what  he  previously  heard  for  transforming  what  could  becoming  of  the  conversation,  as  it  wasn’t  inside  his  habits  to  even  disclosing  such  information.  As  much  there  was  no  doubts  Han  and  her  would  share  the  best  of  bond  between  each  other,  he  expected  his  best  friend  pondering  some  interest  concerning  in  which  manner  he  took  his  behaviour,  beyond  to  eventually  complaining  about  it.  Han  might  support  him  in  every  possible  way;  there  was  still  remnant  of  frustrations  when  he  decided  to  bring  some  surprises  around  (meaning:  understanding  implications  of  a  circumstances;  meaning:  lack  of  context  of  something  he  should  have  precise).  Although  not  completely  in  agreement  with  the  elder’s  perspective  (without  mentioning  somewhere  reason),  he  owned  them  deep  respect  as  much  as  he  could.  Hence,  he  won’t  be  here  doubting  her  words.  She  just  might  get  what  she  desired  the  way  she  wished  to  have  it,  when  it  was  concerning  to  gain  one  fragment  of  information  …  There  was  nevertheless  a  temporary  brightness  inside  his  eyes  showed  he  appreciated  the  compliment.  ❝  Concerning  my  idealist  manner  to  remain  calm  in  all  circumstances  without  be  tempted  of  the  anger?  ❞  It  was  expressed  with  playfulness.  ❝  How  my  gentleness  and  patience  are  dissuasive?  ❞  He  could  wait  all  necessary  time.  It  was  possibly  the  most  important  lesson  she  would  need  to  learn  about  him.  ❝  Leia  is  more  inclined  to  impulsivity,  and  yet,  it’s  came  with  a  thinking  behind.  ❞  There  was  another  amusement  inside  his  smile.  ❝  Living  with  a  Jedi  giving  him  a  headache  once  in  a  while  doesn’t  make  my  best  friend  inside  his  best  moods  all  the  time,  and  he  get  easily  frustrated.  He  can  be  very  stubborn.  ❞  He  preferred  than  Solo  confessed  himself  he  had  a  hard  time  to  convince  him,  that  making  him  really  jumping  when  he  was  realizing  people  around  him  would  pick  a  wrong  decision.

[dynastymuses]

Scott thought about it for a moment. There was nothing more than he wanted then just to be happy that she was alive. Hit always loved Allison even when he had feelings for someone else when he had moved on enough or so he thought, it had always been Allison. He never ever thought that he would ever see her again. And now she was here, it was like fate was giving them a second chance he smiled to himself. She had once mocked the idea of fate, when he said that they were fated to be together. And now if she was back from the dead and they could give them a second chance, at least a second chance at friendship. ❝let us start with just some coffee? Nothing crazy, nothing intense, nothing life-changing, but just coffee. What do you say?❞

[lightcreators]

He  always  has  been  inside  her  mind.  Nothing  surprising  about  that,  right?  Remembrances  of  an  unfinished  sentences  stayed  blurred  inside  last  memories  she  had  once  she  has  been  previously  living,  in  which  there  was  now  a  hanging  consciousness  how  her  presence  might  become  some  kind  of  triggering  aspect  for  someone  else  like  a  haunting  ghost  that  never  leave  his  mind  alone,  likewise  she  probably  haunted  Scott  for  a  long  time.  A  whole  life  would  need  to  be  catch  up  on  her  side,  somehow  wishing  that  newest  beginning  would  have  been  offered  sooner.  She  got  a  second  chance,  removed  temporary  of  Underworld’s  influence,  in  which  there  was  an  inner  desire  not  to  getting  it  to  the  waste.  In  which  she  wanted  becoming  some  anchor  towards  Scott  if  she  can,  as  they  built  that  new  existence  between  each  other,  find  once  more  comfort  of  a  best  friend,  and  if  possible,  avoid  a  troublemaker  to  fall  into  temptation.  Besides,  she  wasn’t  expecting  herself  of  fixing  everything  overnight.  ❝ Coffee?  I  really  love  that.  A  nice,  happier,  gentle,  romantic  coffee  between  each  other.  You’ve  had  many  stories  to  tell  me,  Mister  McCall,  and  I’m  all  excited  to  hear  about  it!  ❞   Certainty,  she  won’t  be  disappointed  with  Stiles  that  can  only  be  worse  even  since  she  temporary  disappeared,  even  since  he  had  got  possessed  …  A  whole  matter  of  concerns  that  will  remaining  her  silenced  burden.  She  wished  self-consciousness  hadn’t  been  made,  as  it  barely  has  been  there  for  her.

[sparklytimebun]

Soma grunts when the other's body falls on top of him. He's had bigger people (Julius) fall on him and has been crushed by monsters and crumbling statues and parts of castles---there is nothing that he has not been crushed by and not survived, really! Yet his cheeks burn when he feels their body on top of his own.

"I'm alright," he manages, sitting up and keeping an arm around their waist. The hallway was not lit and he could only see because of sharing abilities like Dracula.

How nice that the old man gave him something useful to use outside of battle. His eyes narrow as he looks around. It wasn't damp thankfully, but the air was so stale and he didn't feel another presence (thankfully) but one could never be too careful.

"Can you stand?" He asks softly, untangling themselves from him and moving to stand, before holding out a hand.

[lightcreators]

Perspective needed to be changed. Wasn’t their little exploration a little what was carried away inside the Memento to begin with, why consider it as something different? It was merely a shame it was most likely impossible to made appearance on a Persona inside that nice, unwelcoming, darkened reality. Nevertheless, there was awareness about his own self, regardless if such beautiful perceptions were less important unless one single remembrance to himself, than he might have inclination to harshness if he was relaxing too much … or doing actually criminal if there was an opportunity of it never to be found, which he would have to carefully investigating and quiet out. He wished coincidences not showing him another reason not to pull trust towards that cold outside world. Weakness, vulnerability would be even less inclined to showing up if he dared acting ‘as if he was into the Memento’, as he appreciated that perfected figure of the Detective Prince he created. Amusement, although with embarrassment, betrayed him as he noticed returned blush coming from Soma. ❝ Adorable when flustered~ ❞ He merited to tease him in return with opportunities Soma had.

Such circumstances remained less cozy than the ones he enjoyed inside the Metaverse. There was no Shadows to remove there. There was no potential fun he could indirectly get by unleashing himself as the unhinged self he was. There was less reasons to inner mockery. It was just the cold, darkened, underground space of a physical world. ❝ Good. ❞ There was expressed reassurance, as he was aware he wasn’t the one having upper-hands here. Amusement was found within human’s consciousness, when nothing can be perceived, when explanations can be left unclear, when mysteries didn’t have to be solved. He knew far too much darkness of his own world for request it. Besides, the whole asset owned by the other Kurusu-san cannot be reached by him. He was searching to perceiving clearly his surroundings for starter, besides to check on him. ❝ I can. Bit knocked though … Nothing broken. ❞ Realization there was a freedom of speech coming from his voice was acknowledged at this moment. It was good it was inside their relationship development when he had less worries to faking it, right? Best decision he made to diluted his true personality within lies. Some slip up end up easier to handle. ❝ You’re more experienced in the domain, Mister Occult. It’s other underground I have sometimes honour to visit anonymously. ❞

[creslune]

Serenity looked towards Kira, her arms remaining infront of her lap giving a small tilt of her head. ' Kira, Murrue will be mad if we are not on the ship before departure, and she is scary when she is mad.' She said as her hand reached out for him to take. ' Come on we'll head back and get some rest, we've been out all day.' She assured in a very soft voice waiting for him to take her hand if he wanted. She noticed that expression on his cute face, the one where he didn't want to return just yet, but at the same time Serenity had duties to perform and so did Kira as they were both part of the ship crew, even if she didn't like it, she had to do it as well and if Kira was having a hard time, she'd help him.

[lightcreators]

It  wasn’t  something  he  wanted  to  see  …  again.  Perceiving  her  frustration  was  something  he  witnessed  at  first  glance,  and  for  his  own  benefits,  getting  inside  her  bad  mood  wouldn’t  be  any  good  for  him  or  anything  little  he  could  request.  Nevertheless,  expressing  an  oral  complain  wasn’t  really  possible.  He  probably  won’t  be  alive  if  she  hadn’t  interfered,  if  he  didn’t  have  interfered  himself  inside  her  business.  ❝  It  would  best  if  I  avoid  to  drive  her  mad.  ❞  He  remained  a  single  gear  part  of  something  bigger;  it  wasn’t  his  unsignificant  influence  that  can  turn  a  larger  difference.  He  nodded  instead  of  the  compromise.  ❝  Until  my  responsibilities  got  to  catch  me  up.  ❞  It  was  something  that  happened  that  often  he  constantly  has  to  mentally  anticipate  the  next  time  he  will  have  to  return  into  the  Gundam  ---  instead  to  suddenly  having  the  reminder,  to  emotionally  knowing  he  will  have  to  return.  Passing  good  moments  within  the  ship  was  his  favourite,  especially  when  Serenity  was  here  with  him,  in  which  purple  eyes  illuminated  as  looking  forwards  her  eyes.  Beyond  space  landscapes,  comfort  of  the  Moon  could  be  found  within  a  person.  There  was  less  hesitation  as  he  naturally  took  her  hand.  If  frustrated,  it  would  be  remained  inside  private  doors,  in  which  maybe  only  Serenity  can  hear  him.  ❝  Stargazing  again  inside  the  ship  sound  looks  to  you,  all  alone?  ❞  There  was  consciousness  he  recognized  that  gaze,  hence  can  took  decision  to  invite  her to have their time together.

[creslune]

'' I will help you Kira, I promised I would I am not giving up anytime soon, not when you are still fighting.'' She said getting back to her feet, giving him a smile making her way back to his side, her hands infront of her lap as she closed her eyes to give a silent prayer before opening them up once again. ' Shall we head back? the ship is meant to depart in a hour or so Kira.' Serenity said towards him, turning around to walk back her hand brushing against his arm reassuringly as she did.

[lightcreators]

Warmth  inside  his  features  returned,  almost  amused  about  possibility  he  might  considering  given  up  one  day.  Wouldn’t  be  admission  it  would  be  the  end?  That  everything  that  has  been  done  until  now,  until  this  precise  instant  when  he  sincerely  cannot  take  it  anymore  mentally  and  emotionally  and  didn’t  wish  to  try  harder,  all  these  deaths,  all  previous  efforts,  all  good  wills,  all  attempts  made  towards  peace  would  have  been  for  nothing?  Personal  opinion  about  circumstances  never  mattered  for  rest  of  world,  and  many  reasons  were  present  for  keep  fighting,  regardless  how  uninclined  he  wished  it.  Purple  eyes  that  perceived  the  gravestone  for  a  temporary  instant,  before  focusing  once  more  towards  Serenity.  ❝  Can’t  we  stay  a  little  before  the  ship  departure?  ❞  There  would  always  have  a  reason  for  pressure  once  back  within  the  ship.  ❝  We  don’t  have  lot  of  calmness  we  can  enjoy,  rare  moments  wen  there  is  nothing  threatening  …  ❞  There  was  obvious  guilt  inside  his  voice  as  he  watched  around.  Reassurance  coming  from  her  hand  brushing  his  arm  had  been  acknowledged,  and  yet,  he  wanted  honest  feelings of them be  perceived  back.

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@lightcreators comment on this post for a starter from aragon (no longer accepting)  

Aragorn knew he had to protect Frodo and save Middle Earth. That was what was most important. Not arwen, a thought she was still his heart, of even his claim to the throne. None of that mattered if Frodo was not successful. Everything would be lost. He had to help him get to mordor. Would he take the throne? Maybe, maybe not. But what use was thinking about the future, when the present was here and he couldn't fail, or there would be no kingdom to claim. He thought he had heard someone behind him ❝it is alright frodo, do you need something?❞ he asked sincere 

[lightcreators]

Heaviness  of  a  heart  can  be  temporary  appeased  though  listening  ears.  There  was  consciousness  presence  of  a  best  friend  always  present  for  listen  every  time  remained  at  his  side,  nevertheless,  there  were  some  concerns,  some  conversations  that  would  need  an  outsider  perspective  …  or  even  feeling  necessity  to  having  various  point  of  view  before  defining  once  more  his  opinion  or  temporary  feeling  free.  Accidentally,  if  there  was  a  possibility  to  bring  person  he  will  confine  to  confessing  feelings  back,  he  would  be  glad  to  becoming  same  shoulder  that  he  received  beforehand.  Awareness  of  emotion  was  simple  to  be  understood.  There  was  a  hanging  absence  that  tormented  his  heart,  no  matter  how  much  he  could  pretending  ignore  it,  how  matter  how  much  he  might  searching  tracks  along  the  way  inside  his  uncle  fragmented  stories  stored  somewhere.  Eventually,  thoughts  might  even  diverge  towards  another  place,  in  which  calmness  of  an  existence  experienced  another  distanced  view,  in  which  oldness  of  a  being  was  searching  to  dancing  in  middle  of  circumstances.  Mysteries  eyes  handled  by  a  magician desired  confessions  to  open  up.

Well-being  of  the  Fellowship  was  present  in  his  side,  likewise  of  latent  curiosity.  Obscurity  of  the  world  of  Men  remained  attached  to  his  thoughts,  as  there  was  notice  about  how  a  silent  weight  was  owning  by  Aragorn,  although  not  something  he  counted  explored.  Himself  wasn’t  sure  if  future  explanation  wouldn’t  sound  off  for  him.  Handling  a  weight  inside  his  heart,  staying  inside  a  protective  silent  as  understanding  was  searched  to  be  reached  in  one  way  or  another,  it  wasn’t  the  first  time,  however,  had  consciousness  how  more  experienced  people  around  him  can  hide  their  own  struggles.  Hence,  as  much  there  has  been  a  desire  to  answering  immediately,  casual  embarrassed  that  happened  before  showing  up  again.  He  didn’t  know  how  he  was  supposed  to  react  towards  an  observer  role,  as  he  wasn’t  sure  himself  about  which  good  decision,  he  was  supposed  to  take  for  ensuring  everything  will  be  fine  for  them.  ❝  Feeling  thoughtful  recently.  As  I’m  not  the  only  one  suffering  of  such  disease.  ❞  There  was  even  a  clear  hesitation  to  starting  such  kind  of  bond  with  him,  not  because  lack  of  trust,  but  responsibilities  weight  it  will  be  imposing.  An  oppressing  burden  in  which  he  has  been  perceiving  same  unknown  sadness  inside  Biblo’s  eyes  that  eventually  reached  his,  that  he  was  scared  to  somehow  transmit  to  someone  else  …  ❝  I  would  love  to  talk.  Concerns  in  which  I  would  love  to  temporary  spare  Sam,  as  much  he  is  partially  conscious  of  it.  ❞  The  world  of  Men  wasn’t  completely  unknown.  ❝  With  innocent  curiosity about your world.  ❞

[trinketbird]

realized I dont draw faces all that often anymore,, rust prevention

[lightcreators]

Last minute decision would have been ... today as off day. Have convention for sure tomorrow when have train & would need to speedrun everything sole actor I need to see + have time to admire shops, but it will be pretty much all. Checked again : most likely bus for going into convention today when will be short margin, and other place can always see again one writer next year for might have return train.

Will focus on Clair Obscur gaming (might reach Persona 5 Royal level now into Arc 3 when like latter will clear game far too much OP 😂 will be funny later when Persona education helping Clair Obscur get returned about how Clair Obscur educated me for rest of Persona ), bring replies session & drawing session.

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@lightcreators comment on this post for a starter from samwise gamgee (no longer accepting)   

It have been 3 weeks since they returned to the Shire, and Sam always wondered if it ever used to being back. After everything they had seen and been through, he really just wanted to be himself again. But would he ever? Was everything they went through just too much? He wasn't sure but he knew that he had to try. He went to see frodo, hoping to be his gardner again, if nothing else than to have some semblance of his old life. ❝hello there Mr frodo❞

[lightcreators]

Nothing  within  his  home  has  changed.  It  was  the  same  as  before,  in  which  he  mostly  needed  to  recollecting  to  himself  all  the  little  things  he  left  behind,  unaware  how  long  it  will  take  for  him  to  coming  back.  It  wasn’t  really  the  first  time  neither,  right?  Going  inside  a  little  adventure,  perceiving  other  landscapes,  getting  interest  towards  that  outside  in  which  his  people  were  so  much  uninclined  to  put  a  step  within,  then  returning  inside  a  casual  comfort  he  always  knew  …  Nevertheless,  weight  within  his  shoulders,  remnant  of  pain  he  had  preferred  to  ignoring  back  then,  the  sudden  realization  of  the  burden  hanging  inside  his  mind,  transformed  a  perception  of  what  has  been  his  own  safe  place.  There  was  no  more  his  uncle  for  perceiving  something  might  be  wrong  inside  his  gaze  or  preferring  anticipating  his  sadness  …  in  which  part  of  him  had  wanted  to  find  back  fragments  of  stories  exposed  orally  before.  There  was  something  strange  for  him  to  hanging  around  back  inside  peacefulness  when  there  was  that  sentiment,  he  could  have  do  more,  should  have  do  more,  half-blaming  himself  for  weakness  of  his  own  mind.  He  wouldn’t  have  gone  so  far  without  Sam.  Concerned  that  he  had  left  finding  back  his  landmarks,  as  he  didn’t  doubt  Pippin  and  Merry  would  find  distractions  along  the  way  afterwards  the  quite  huge  adventures  they  suffered,  most  likely  ready  to  tease  Bilbo  eventually.  Time.  On  his  side,  he  would  need  time.  It  wasn’t  the  first  time  he  needed  some  time  to  simply  recollecting  what  has  been  happening.  Thoughtfulness  inside  his  features  still  were  unable  to  move,  as  he  was  searching  enjoying  himself  as  before  without  sensing  that  oppressing  pressure  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  at  the  remembrance  concerning  one  of  his  fingers  or  even  indelicate  pain  he  would  have  preferred  avoid  remembrance.  ❝ Hi  Sam,  how  are  you?  ❞  He  assumed  right  away  he  hadn’t  showing  up  without  a  reason,  and  was  rightfully  worried  about  him.  For  the  moment,  he  wanted  to  pretend  he  could  return  back  inside  his  old  life  …  although  it  seemed  all  of  this  disappeared.  Maybe  his  universe  avoided  to  be  destroyed  by  Ring’s  darkness,  nevertheless  sentiment  of  usefulness  and  strangeness  emotion  still  following  him  down,  as  what  has  been  previous  threat  didn’t  seem  to  be  gone.  ❝ Wanting  to  see  what  you  could  do  for  embellish  an  old’s  friend  garden  or  are  you  worried  about  me?  ❞

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@lightcreators comment on this post for a starter from elrond (no longer accepting)  

Elrond looked at the young hobbit, one task with such a burden. He felt horrible for him. It was not right, he should not be carrying this, and yet he was. This ring should've been destroyed thousands of years ago, and it almost had. The ring had corrupted so many men, that maybe a hobbit was what was needed to finally destroy it. ❝this journey will not be easy, it will take everything you have, but if the ring is not destroyed, everything we all love and hold dear will as well.❞ he explained. ❝you, are our last hope young frodo baggins❞

[lightcreators]

Uncertain  was  journey  that  was  ahead  on  him.  Previously,  mental  preparation,  wrapped  within  a  tiny  desire  of  ephemerality  of  the  adventure  he  passed  thought  has  been  made,  in  which  conversation  with  his  gardener  exposed  possibility  of  a  home  return.  Although,  there  was  consciousness  intensity  of  the  darkness  he  experienced  before,  remembrance  about  a  weight  he  would  have  temporary  hold  would  have  haunted  temporary  a  mind  that  won’t  find  easily  rest  …  something  that  eventually  he  wasn’t  sure  in  which  extent  he  might  have.  A  Ring  in  which  a  wizard’s  hand  cannot  imagine  embracing  the  settling  down  power  inside  one  single  thing,  in  which  a  neck  had  becoming  accustomed  during  this  short  journey  to  have  …  It  has  been  right  thing  to  do.  It  was  better  if  it’s  was  him  among  people,  that  partially  touched  this  darkness,  that  received  awareness  about  the  threat  among  their  head,  finished  job  he  started.  Innocent  thoughts  to  becoming  less  involved  within  the  storyline  would  need  to  be  pushed  behind,  as  there  was  no  coming  back  from  his  own  decision.  Holding  remembrances  would  appreciating  and  searching  to  recollecting  each  passing  seconds  around  the  Elves,  as  soon  enough,  inside  other  lands,  the  memory  might  fade  away  ---  along  with  everything  else  eventually,  as  to  hanging  towards  a  remnant  of  a  desperate  hope.  Even  silenced,  consequences  were  pondered,  as  he  wasn’t  really  alone,  and  would  have  to  keep  eyes  on  some  friends  that  were  coming  heart  innocent  inside  this  adventure.  ❝  It  isn’t  something  I  want  to  see  …❞  Calmness  remained  nevertheless  partially  triggered  by  the  mere  possibility  of  it,  as  there  was  sentiment  of  familiarity  about  such  circumstances.  About  an  devasted  world  in  which  there  was  nothing  else,  and  yet,  there  was  this  same  darkness  to  manage  to  take  away,  of  an  oppressing  Chaos  leaving  no  room  for  anything  else  of  lightness  within  the  world.  He  had  fallen  already  from  the  Ring’s  power,  that  caused  him  an  unhealing  wound,  as  reminder  pulling  him  back  to  the  fact.  His  mind  would  need  to  hold.  ❝  I’m  conscious  of  the  consequence  of  my  own  decision.  I  intent  to  bring  comforting result  of the  Quest.  I  will  have  to  fight  over  power  of  the  Ring.  ❞