#len tag

[teaboot]

An attempt was made

[m0r1bund]

Does moribund have any blorbos you like to torture in particular? If you can’t pick one, do a top 3

I was about to say “I like to put them all into situations” but actually, it’s more like I am a captive stenographer to which Sadren is dictating (unprompted) his travails in love and causing international turmoil. So I have to sit down and think about who I actually go out of my way to bother.

I guess Old Mora is one of my throughlines for Moribund. I drag her into every story I can. I don’t know how to express the function of her very well… But if Moribund were a video game, she would be the giant watchful death bird hidden in random corners of the world whose presence is never explained, really, but is constantly felt after you find her... if you find her... like, sometimes you just want to see what’s over the next hill. It could be anything. Giant Bird

She's not very personable and doesn’t like to reveal her interior world to me though. It takes a lot of time to figure out what she does or says, but it usually ends up expanding the world in an interesting way. I figured out the other day that she might have a part in keeping the East and West cardinal stars from falling out of conjunction. This also makes her an annoyance in the far South, because she brings the light out into the polar night when the Sun hasn’t yet returned. Catching sight of Mora dragging false suns through the sky is a brief reprieve from the polar dark, but also an awful omen. Everything she does to “help” (if at all she thinks she’s helping) seems to cause commensurate mayhem.

As for a more traditional blorbo… I think it might have to be Sinuk… Like, yes, this is the woman who I wrote into a black hole and annihilated. And her way of dealing with being written out of the story was to write herself back into the story, but imperfectly, like she had to cut and paste each letter by hand with safety scissors.

But more than that, I just think it’s fun to report on her post-post-doc activities. What’s she up to these days! She is good at taking up enough space to cause friction, but not so much that she steals everyone else’s thunder (not if it isn’t funny, at least.) I like to send her to distant corners of the world and introduce her to random characters and see what happens. My favorite kind of post-script daydreaming is goofy or mundane scenarios that are forever colored by the fact that these people went through hell to be able to have something as simple as this. I want Sinuk to have lots of those! … because of the black hole… and also because she’s a fun surface for other characters to bounce off of.

OK. I was collecting pictures of Sinuk bothering people but I lost the plot a little and so basically this is a Sinuk post now.

look at herrrrrrrrrrrrr

(feat. Coin - Talk Too Much)

Anyway, here’s Sinuk going over that next hill.

[northmountainpost]

To Sadren the Poet... do you enjoy a good beverage? What kind? Would you be open to grabbing one with a fan some time? (Return address is stated to be :just throw it bottled inta the ocean)

My friend,

What they don’t tell you about immortality is that your body forgets how to want. You won’t notice what you’ve become numb to until it’s too late. You will go months without eating or drinking and wonder why the things that once brought you joy have emptied themselves of meaning. My friends in the younger generation tell me that this is called “depression.” When I learned this, it came to me all at once, as if in a dream—why the gods of my ancestors slaughtered one another, why Old Mora chases disaster, why the Io must have their tyrannical heart devoured each summer. None of them have had a fruity drink in what I imagine to be hundreds of years.

It’s perverse, and wrong, and I won’t stand for it. I am a hedonistic street-rat at heart and I believe this is my only moral calling. The moment god forgets the taste of honey mesquite is the moment god decides all other creatures are meaningless noise. What awful delusions we suffer when eternity stares us down!

I am writing to you now while nursing a glass of non-alcoholic cidrecane. Addiction precludes me from the drink. I’m aware of the irony. After reading what I have written, my boyfriend sampled my cup and said “This is just apricot cider,” and then advised me to send this letter “without the diatribe,” which means that I will send it as it is.

I’m getting ahead of myself. I enjoy a little bit of everything. My latest vice is vaatlil, a fizzy juice of berries, bitters, and caribou blood that comes from West Scaiuq. This is what they serve foreigners who can’t keep pure caribou blood down. It’s delicious, but even still I can’t drink much, because I have the “thin stomach of a farmer” in the words of my boyfriend. (I’m not young anymore. After my last brush with lichen cheese, I know better than to try to prove my “Sarikote-ness” to him.) 

When I’m in the city, molchi and cha yen satisfy my sweet tooth. Herbal teas satisfy my need to seem sophisticated. I also enjoy coffee and maté, but I rarely drink them, as they cause me to become very stupid. I am now being teased because I drink “disgustingly sweet mocktails that would stop the hearts of lesser men.” This is untrue. I have made myself ill before and I will make myself ill again. “Spoken like a true masochist.” Can a man not write a letter without the dawn chorus crowing about his inability to distinguish love from pain?

I digress. These days I am spending more time on the East Coast, where I grew up. Many things have not survived these past hundred years, and what hasn’t died is doomed to meet a more mediocre end. My favorite teahouse, for example, serves a tepid mockery of what I drank in my youth. Nahe. I miss it, but only a little. This is the other thing they don’t tell you about immortality—what grows in spring is watered by your winter tears, and it will be sweeter than you remember. I never had Sati-Xanti food until an elderly couple opened a bodega at the end of the street. They serve a miawe-flavored molchi that would make me forgive Motu.

You must come visit sometime and try it. (The molchi, not forgiving Motu.)

[chericheribaby]

loops loops loops! hi!!!🗿

hi hello len!! ofc memes

and this one obviously I have all of those saved

[maranello]

So I just pics of Charles driving Gilles’s car around Fiorano and immediately thought of you… They did that for you ❤️

either ferrari or @derek.photography on instagram needs to drop high quality footage now or I will not make it to imola

[pyonzzz]

himeara lore. tell me

okay putting this under a read more because theres gonna be . A Lot . also disclaimer theres some implied nsfw but nothing in depth ? kinda ?? youll see its right at the start /lh

ALSO i use they/it ( vvv rarely he / him for meru ) just a note ww

so i cant tell you how or why but this started as a crackship fwb au HAHA but then i was listening to this song that gave me angst ideas so it is now :

himeara started as fwb likely because theyre close in age and similar in personality . they have similar enough interests and one day they just decided why not ( theyre both good at hiding secrets , they know everyone has their own lives and mysteries and they know enough about each other to know they dont know really anything , and thats okay ) !! they spend more and more time together and not just in That Way and they both realize theyre falling in love

but no , no that cant happen

arashi loves everyone , she cant dedicate herself to one person . she has to be there for everyone , but at the same time , she cant pull herself away . she cant push himeru away ( " i cant have that blood on my hands . i have to be strong enough to handle this " , thats what she tells herself . she has to do her best to protect herself , but also to keep himeru safe . from herself ? from their own feelings ? she cant say . she couldnt say . she doesnt know )

for himeru , they cant let themselves get close to anyone again . not with what happened before . they cant go through that again . it cant put anyone else through that ( " i couldnt protect kaname or jun . i couldnt do anything . i wasnt strong enough . if she needs me , if i have to save her , will i be strong enough ?" it lays in bed , haunted by this . its all they can think about . theyre terrified )

one day , its just them in the dorm , getting ready for the day . arashi says that being alone like this makes her feel like shes living with a spouse , and jokes that maybe she and himeru should try it out . but her tone is too light , shes too cautious , and himeru worries theyre too obvious about their potential love for her . it feels mocked , but it knows shes sincere . they quickly shoot her down , saying it wont happen , and arashi visibly gets dishearted . " oh " she says , and thats the end of it .

go forward a bit and their nights together have stopped , though theyre trying to act like nothing happened . so tetora doesnt worry . so their friends dont ask . so they can try to act like they havent hurt someone else again . they still do each others makeup on occasion ( it started as a joke one day when they were together , and became a weekly thing . himerus touch is so light , arashis hands are so soft . theyre so close together , but they couldnt be further apart ) but things just arent the same . but theyre trying .

its during one of these sessions , as arashi holds himerus chin and dusts a nice shade of pink across their cheek , standing on her knees on her bed to have some leverage as it sits with its legs crossed in front of her , when himeru opens their eyes and looks at arashi . not through her . not past her . their eyes meet and god , its electrifying . at the same time , " i love you "

theyre both scared . theyre horrified . arashi loses her temper sometimes and she tries to make up for the slightest negative comments with lots of gifts and praise . himeru sometimes clings to her as she sleeps because they need to listen to her heartbeat to make sure that shes still there and shell greet him in the morning like always . theyre both so weak in their own minds , they still have so many secrets they couldnt possibly begin to open up about , but to the other , there is nobody stronger or more brave

theyre so flawed . theyre so damaged . theyre hands fit each others perfectly

[1ore]

song lyrics of uhhhhh... dai hei tits. not the guy just. dedicated to the boobas

I was GOING to give this a jokey answer but actually. you know what. my mortifyingly sincere answer is 油菜花 / you cai hua [canola flower] by Jackie Chan, from the movie Little Big Soldier. Most of the versions of the song that are floating around on the internet are the bright-hearted studio version, but Jackie’s character, the Soldier, periodically sings it throughout the film, sometimes very tenderly

like yeah of course this movie and song had a stupidly formative impact on Dai Hei and Len specifically. But more importantly my point is: song hei sings to you while you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep🥺

[goalkepa]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @leqclerc ♡