#theblindsoprano

[addicted-to-his-knife]

Look what arrived 😄

Blind Mag's Christmas card!

Drawn, written and sent by the wonderful @theblindsoprano 🖤 The art is amazing, I especially love the mistletoe in Mag's hair 🤗

Thank you so much for doing this, it's very special and I was so happy when I opened it 💌

[countarganan]

@theblindsoprano from here

“You...haven’t seen a deer in that long?”

Arganan looked at the deer, then towards Mag again. “I guess its’ been a while since I last saw one too, but...why is around here now?” 

[two-alleluias-and-an-amen]

Either Way it’s a Leash isn’t it?||Closed to the blindsoprano

Michael ran a hand through his hair as he sat at his desk, looking over various files and other paperwork but his mind was pretty much anywhere else at this point. He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair to fix it once again as he felt a few pieces fall out of place in front and fall onto his forehead. He had been at this for the last few hours and by this point it was almost like all of the letters and numbers were starting to blur together into the same thing over and over.

A walk.

He needed to get out and into the, well not fully fresh air, but anything at this point was bound to be better than staring at the same papers or office walls for more hours on end. He stood and grabbed his jacket off of the rack by his door, the GeneCo patch on his upper left sleeve like a number of employees, and headed out and towards the street. It wasn’t often that he had a chance to just slip out of the office but Rotti hadn’t much had him at his beck and call today and there still wasn’t anymore news of the trio trying anything so... it couldn’t hurt to get outside right? It never seemed to fail though, he tried to take a step out of the building and something managed to pull him back in, this time in the form of someone calling his name.

@theblindsoprano

[slenderverse-remade]

🎶

hello!! if i do a shufflemancy based on this blog is it for you or blind mag? real questions >:-]

In Remission - The Menzingers

I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak // In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police // And I hate the things that I know about you // And all the horrible things that you do

putting this under a readmore bc its moreso just. huh. UHH i did another shuffle just to see and got 

“Read a Book...” - Fun Home OTS

which. is also about a shitty relationship and coping. [although theres no actual lyrics] SO UM. IM SORRY

[countarganan]

"Is that a deer?"

@theblindsoprano

Arganan nodded as he looked towards the creature. "Yes it is—wait. What is it even doing here to begin with?"

[countarganan]

@theblindsoprano plotted with me!

Another day, another class.

Another class, another lecture.

Another lecture, another chance at inevitable boredom coming from the rest of the class. Hell, one guy was even drooling during his lecture for some ungodly reason (though Arganan suspected it was because it was close to around when most people ate lunch).

“I’ll end the lecture early today.” Arganan finally relented, a sigh leaving him. “Please look at the readings I have on the class’ site before next week. And don’t forget that the midterm is coming in two weeks, so if you have any questions, please email me or come to me during office hours tomorrow!”

The nice thing about doing three hour lectures in the morning meant that Arganan didn’t have to rush off to another class rightaway to teach. The bad thing was that...well, it was during the morning. And for three hours.

A sigh left him as he packed up his things and left the classroom, only to nearly bump into one of his fellow professors. “Ah, Mag—sorry, I didn’t see you there for a moment. I was about to get lunch, would you like to join me?”  

[countarganan]

☹

@theblindsoprano

☹ : For a letter my muse doesn’t even the courage to send.

Dear Mag,

Are you okay? I'm really worried about you.

I know the whole thing with GeneCo must seem really weird, and it sucks that you don't get more vacation time, but I really, really miss you. So, so much.

And that Repo man sounds terrifying. I really hope they don't hurt you.

Just let me know if you're safe. Please.

-Arganan

[countarganan]

Mag comes over to Arganan. Her hand first come to rest on his shoulder, before sliding down and finding his hand, interlacing their fingers.

@theblindsoprano

Arganan had held Mag’s hand before, a few times, but it was always brief, mainly for guidance purposes. As he felt Mag’s hand on his shoulder, then slide down and lace his fingers with hers, he looked up at her with a soft smile.

“As much as I appreciate it, I have to ask...why?”