#safe distance

[incorrectstsg]

satoru: i give up. i am so tired.

yu: get the emergency supply!

shoko: *carries suguru and places him in front of satoru*

suguru: *smiles*

satoru: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

[claire-de-lune-poetry]

Project & Protect:

In your comfortable walled off castle

You watch with binoculars from a safe height

For height is your advantage

Numb the feeling by belittling the ones below your stance

It's easier if you insult and mock

It's easier if you declare youre hard to reach

Harder to keep, for look at all these reasonings

Warnings or flags, matter it does not

You had already counted the loss before the start

And from this perspective we shall both learn

Well learn nothing about the other

But subjective assumptions and rumor

Disected words all to crinkle the paper

Toss it in the trash and go back to your comfort screening

Reminding yourself youre safe with this method

Safe and numb to the heart.

01/14/23

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Safe Distance

Narrated by Bane.

Smuggler A: Come on, guys! The client offered a very good reward.

Smuggler A: We dig it out, and we can relax for a bit, spending the money on whatever we want.

Smuggler B: It’s been a whole week. Does the Frost-Stone really exist? I’m so tired!

Smuggling Ring Leader: Everyone, take a break for half an hour.

Narrator: On the edge of the Pigeon Forest near Lake Bovaly, a group of smugglers were mining some ore.

Narrator: I was one of them at the time.

Smuggling Ring Leader: This time the client is an elf! They say he’s a Light Elf nobleman from the Pigeon Capital!

Smuggling Ring Member: What’s so fancy about elves? Except the wings on their back?

Smuggling Ring Member: No one worships those elf nobles who know nothing but pleasure-seeking!

Smuggling Ring Leader: At least they have loads of money, like our current client.

Narrator: The client they mentioned was my master, Duke Darrell.

Narrator: A month ago, the Duke received a secret report that someone found traces of a new ore near Lake Bovaly.

Narrator: It could be the legendary Frost-Stone.

Narrator: Legends say the Frost-Stone granted the Snow Elf the power to leave the Pigeon Forest.

Narrator: I had no idea what power the Frost-Stone has, but it seemed very important to Duke Darrell.

Narrator: He hired smugglers to dig out the Frost-Stone in secret, while ordering me to infiltrate into the group...

Narrator: ...as precaution to watch over their actions and make sure the real Frost-Stone was brought back in one piece.

Smuggling Ring Leader: You! What’s your name? Right, Bane! And Issa! Make sure the fire is still burning!

Narrator: Most of the smugglers were old friends, except for two newcomers: Issa and me.

Narrator: Issa was very handsome, with light blond hair and dark gray eyes.

Narrator: But he was always wearing a hat, expressionless, and didn’t talk a lot. I could tell from his accent he’s from Apple Federation.

Narrator: Issa wasn’t a part of these smugglers according to my investigation.

Narrator: Even now, I had yet to find out his true identity or purpose.

Narrator: Was he here just to earn a share of the payment? I didn’t think so.

Narrator: Besides, he was always wearing a scarf. I felt there was much more to it.

Smuggling Ring Member: While the elves look elegant and noble, they’re... as selfish as men are.

Narrator: Not far away, the smugglers were still speaking ill of the elves.

Narrator: Unexpectedly, Issa spoke to me first.

Issa: Bane, what do you think of the elves?

Bane: Elves? They are a noble and elegant race that contributed to the glory of the Pigeon Capital.

Issa: Do you believe in the legend about the Snow Elf then? That the Snow Elf represents the elves’ love for humans...

Narrator: I was silent, thinking about how to answer.

Issa: Those fools are correct about one thing: elves and humans are equally ignorant and selfish.

Narrator: Issa turned his gaze on me.

Narrator: On that day, I noticed Issa’s scent. It was the faint scent of an elf.

Narrator: And I believed he might have noticed my scent, too.

Narrator: I was a half-elf whose lineage wasn’t that of the noble Light Elves’. An ordinary Wood Elf and a human were my parents.

Narrator: I had no wings. My ears were no different than the ones of a human.The only thing noticeable was a faint smell of elven blood.

Narrator: But I was an orphan who never saw my parents. I learned my story from the old woman at the orphanage.

Narrator: She showed me a picture of my mother, a beautiful and gentle lady, as if she were emitting a holy light.

Narrator: Granny told me that half-elves are taboo and cannot be recognized.

Narrator: There was once a half-elf prince born to a Light Elf King and a human woman. Even with such prominent status, he was expelled from the capital.

Narrator: Ever since that prince’s disappearance, the Pigeon Capital became increasingly hostile to half-elves.

Narrator: Still, I was proud of my half-elven heritage during my time in the orphanage.

Narrator: I listened to the story of Ludwig the Light Elf building the Pigeon Capital and many elven tales...

Narrator: All the while imagining my mother’s face.

Narrator: But I couldn’t tell anyone or be recognized by anyone. Even I didn’t know whether I was an elf or a human.

Narrator: Until that day when Duke Darrell found me.

Narrator: He said he recognized me as a half-elf among the kids at a glance, that I was different from them.

Narrator: He told me he could make my existence recognized by all elves, as long as I follow his orders and complete his tasks.

Narrator: Even though I looked nothing like an elf.

Narrator: Despite the man in front of me was hiding his scent, I felt he could be the same as I.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[ilfascinodelvago]

[Shit storm]

[raccoon-is-my-spirit-animal]

This was made when the government was debating about how cafe’s could maintain safe-distancing. I’m sorry I know this is Dutch, but I thought it was hilarious.

Waiter: who ordered a beer? Customer: yes, I did sir! Waiter: here you go! Customer: Oh well, how much would that be? Waiter: €3,75 Customer: Keep the change!

[callmeanxietygirl]

Burlesque a la sana distancia

[orifice-torture]

There are no words... and yet so many. Dare we keep our opinions to ourselves? ...let them grind at us? Does anyone really care? Who are the real monsters? Do we let them in if it benefits us, or just bet on them from a safe distance?

Feeling enlightened? Counting chickens? Will they hatch? What color do you think they’ll be? Will they be welcome? Will it matter? ...Yes, a safe distance would be advisable for now.