//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Take 100 of me trying to kick my writer’s block. After a couple of months of pondering this is my new plan. Lore has changed so much anyway, so I feel like a soft reboot is in order.
Come here to see me write yi things. I’m even drafting!!! a!!! thing!!! Woah!!!
//Worlds makes me want to do the RP thing
even though my brain has wholly forgotten how to do the RP thing
(If you do go though, lemme know where you're going!)
//Oh uh, I don’t have much of an internet presence beyond tumblr. I certainly don’t write anywhere else. I meme a lot on Flight Rising, and I am never opposed to more friends on there, so if you play it you can find me at AwesomeFish#119427. I also have a discord AwesomeFish#5088where I also basically just add everyone, so long as you tell me who you are. I’m pretty antisocial ahaha .
//Think I am done-zo with tumblr
Having the blog in the back of my brain does nothing but exasperate a writer’s block I’ve had for near 18 months now. I am forever excited about new league things, and new blogs to interact with, but I feel nothing but apathetic and lowkey anxious when I try to execute on my ideas? My creative apathy is so bad that I think I only survive in my english major by adapting my years of backlogged original work for assessment.
Don’t know if I’ll delete yet, though my brain’s telling me I’ll feel better if I did. I’ve backed up my blog in multiple places just in case. Shrugs Goodnight nerds. See you when I see you.
"Sona," Yi began, staring waywardly out of the nearest window. It was almost as if he was musing to himself, if not for the question to his tone, "What do you think of this world and it's petty squabbles? Do you ever wish you could make things right with flick of a wrist... only to think that your 'right' is no more correct than the 'right' of those who squabble?" His brow furrowed, lenses ticking along with the act, "Or maybe this is just me, thinking to firmly on things as they are..."
Well. That was certainly a heady question all of a sudden… though Yi seemed prone to that sort of thing sometimes.
she asked in turn. ‘Flick of the wrist’ and all that. With her music she could technically force people to behave. For a time. But that wasn’t right and she had always admitted to such.
she quirked a brow over her cup of cool water. Much too hot for tea for her.
The touch was so, so welcome. Even her eyes closed, the smallest breath squeezing through her nose. A silent whimper. He was being so kind…
<Maybe you’re right> she smiled, though somewhat sadly. <Maybe I’m looking for an excuse… you know how I feel about leaving this place. I keep saying I’m working on it, but have I really?> No, not really. A few paintings sold over the last two years was hardly anything compared to what she still had rotting in her basement. This had gone beyond honoring her mother and the Buvelle family legacy. This was… holding on to a corpse for comfort.
<… I want to go somewhere> she turned her body to better face him and turned her hand to gently hold his. <Somewhere that can teach me things. Where I can learn about music, about magic, about the Etwahl if at all possible. About myself… if at all possible. Or, failing all that, perhaps… to just learn something and hopefully not feel as powerless as I have the past few years.>
<I do… want to see Ionia again> she tilted her head to one side in consideration, <though it’s a long way away. There’s much to see in-between. But eventually I’d like to return… Ask questions a younger me couldn’t ask, look for answers to things.>
Lifting her free hand, Sona’s palm rested against his own cheek with her thumb brushing over the curve of it. <It’ll be difficult for me, but I think that’s what I need. You, however, always seem to get caught in my tailwind of dramatics. … |I’m sorry for that|. It’s not my intention, but I’m so grateful you’re here all the same.>
I love you, she wants to say. But that would ruin it. Surely. The feeling still manages to linger and sparkle in her eyes even so.
<… would that be alright?> she asked after blinking back the starlight. <I would have to make arrangements. I’m sure it wouldn’t take long…> Plenty of people would love to get their hands on the manse. And it’s not as if she could take all her money with her anyway. She could pay for renovations and upkeep while they were gone. And a few other little plans that were forming in the back of her mind already…
“I am in the tailwind.” He laughed. Geniunly, “In times gone by, I was stupified and indignant. What seems like not too long ago I was shot. There have been plenty of things in between. In a contest of dramatics, I think you would lose to me, yes?”
And Yi tollerated her touches if only because they’d grown on him over time, not because of the comforts they provided her. He was comfortable, quite so, and he wanted her to know it in his kneeling stance. Or, perhaps his comfort came from the conversation finally veering away from his wants, and his perogatives. He’d have to feel bad about that later.
“You need not my permission.” He went on, “In spite of my personal strictures, I place little of them on travel. I have also found, over time, that things that are hard... are usually the things that need be done. The things that we waylay, or make excuse for, are certainly decisions we have already made. I can make myself available to you as much as possible, though I hold little sway and not much knowedge of the particulars in leaveing this place.”
He opened himself a little, goading her for an embrace, though if she wouldn’t let him go that was fine too, “I could say many places to go, and things to see, and people to meet, but the journey is long to anywhere friendly. It at least starts here, with a thought that it can be done. I am here to help with this, and with the particulars that come later. How we cross the Noxian warlands is secondary, at least, to the desire right now to go... if that makes sense. I am just... pleased that you consider me good company for a year or so more.”
//you see now that the PROJECT AU is relevant again I get to shitpost all the things I think about often
//tiny grab hands at all project related content
“When all you do is fight for peace, you become so accustomed to fighting. Peace then comes, men and women grow bored with nothing to fight for, and eventually come to fight each other. I hope, then, that there is always a small ounce of turmoil in this world, if only for the benefit of many over few. As grim as that might seem, it is the lesser of two evils...”
//Constantly debating whether or not to add Snowman Yi to my AU page
"Well, someone seems to be in a sour mood."
“I am not in a sour mood.
I am just unafraid of my own opinion.”
"Sona," Yi began, staring waywardly out of the nearest window. It was almost as if he was musing to himself, if not for the question to his tone, "What do you think of this world and it's petty squabbles? Do you ever wish you could make things right with flick of a wrist... only to think that your 'right' is no more correct than the 'right' of those who squabble?" His brow furrowed, lenses ticking along with the act, "Or maybe this is just me, thinking to firmly on things as they are..."
Well. That was certainly a heady question all of a sudden… though Yi seemed prone to that sort of thing sometimes.
she asked in turn. ‘Flick of the wrist’ and all that. With her music she could technically force people to behave. For a time. But that wasn’t right and she had always admitted to such.
she quirked a brow over her cup of cool water. Much too hot for tea for her.
Fingers to her forehead and temple, Sona put her cup down in a more concentrated effort to calm her growing panic. Breathe. In and out. So much for ‘feeling better’… she was still a mess and would likely continue to panic over these things so long as she stayed in Demacia. Though it certainly didn’t help that only the most notorious ‘criminal’ in the mage confines had broken free and started a gods-damned rebellion.
She knew what most people knew of Sylas of Dregbourne. Undefined, uncontrolled magical ability. Murdered several men and a young girl. Sentenced to heavy chains in Demacia’s basement.
There’s no reason that couldn’t have been her.
If the guards didn’t come for her, would Sylas…? Given what she could do…
Trembling just slightly, Sona leaned her head down against Yi’s hand. She wanted him to hold her. Tell her closely it would be alright. But knowing him she would settle for a hand’s embrace.
<… It’s alright> she assured him. <You didn’t mean anything by it. This is just the way things are, now… … I can’t help thinking if mother were still alive what she would do…>
Would she have sent Sona away? Would she ask her to use the Etwahl to soothe the hearts of the rebels and bring them to justice? Lestara had always objected to the more violent capabilities of Sona’s music, but she was encouraging on all other fronts. What would she have done?
Heh. Lestara Buvelle shrunk before no man. She probably would have hunted Sylas of Dregbourne herself and dragged him by his hair back to his cell.
… but was that right? Hm. Empathy for a criminal. That was just like Sona.
However, it did remind her of something important… and in an unexpected way it almost made the decision for her. If mother didn’t wish her to commit violence, and there was a threat that might force her to do so…
<… Yi> she thought after a long pause for private thought, <do you wish to return to Ionia?>
Not well versed in the particulars of current goings on, Yi’s brow furrowed as he misconstrued all of her outward ticks. Too busy training, and strolling, and slowly being pushed out of the public eye by wary stares; all he really knew was that he wasn’t particularly welcome anymore in his regular haunts. If they were even still around, that was. So instead of a woman frantically considering the situation at large, he saw yet another person he couldn’t help but disappoint.
Swallowing audibly, as if words were stuck in his throat, he took a knee by her side. Even if there were a seat nearby for him, his natural instincts when faced with internal conflict was to get as low to the ground as possible. But this wasn’t a time for meditation. It was a time for placing a hand upon hers, and another on her cheek. It was a time to smile in the face of adversity, even if it had never served him well in his days.
“Your mother, from all that I know, was a strong willed woman. I am sure the first priority of all this would be to ensure you did not worry. Not for the sake of saving you from it, but because we tend to think best when we are free of doubts.”
There was that question again, though. What a damned thing. Ionia was a complicated subject, and not one he wanted in the forefront of his mind. It even broke his comforting facade, if only for a moment, as he considered what awaited him back there. The struggles of the populous, Vastayans on the rise, the untended dead. Now it was his turn for silence, until his pragmatism returned. What would everything be like there now..?
“... The real question I think you mean to ask however,” He began, finally letting his expression harden some, “is ‘Do you wish to go back there?’ Where I wish to go and not go is not a concern. If I wanted to be anywhere else but here, I perhaps would have left as soon as a need had arisen. It has not, and not even things as they are now persuade me to uproot myself again. This being said, you know that I have no arguments against travel in general, and I am always excited for an excuse to go. So this is why I turn this on you. I do not think you would be asking me of such a specific place if you did not have some interest in it yourself.”
“Complex and unpredictable, and yet straightforward in the same stroke. There are some who wish it to be simpler yet, and others whose destiny writes that they must struggle against the very chains that bind them. What do you think of that?”
“I think you need to acquire yourself a hobby, Shen. One that is not sewing together contradictions and expecting it to form a competent philosophy. Of all people, I would not have expected you to believe in the lie that is destiny, yes? Unless you are expressing yourself poorly, which I suppose is not out of the realm of possibility...”
