Moved, or something like that.
I won’t say this muse has left me entirely, but maybe it’s just me and the effort needed to actually think of something that has multiplied to exponential proportions. And the fact that I can’t do length now that I’ve school work piling up and all that.
Um, I’ll try to get him back sometime in December when the exams are over and I’ve time to really sit down and think this through, but if you’re interested in other roleplays or just keeping in contact, you can find me here, here and here.
How hard is it to write a time-travelling character without over-thinking the paradoxes and trying to resolve them without incurring a massive headache and lowered confidence in my abilities to think about serious concepts like time.
(Completely understandable. Best of luck with being head! C:)
[ Thank you! :3 Half of me is ‘ugh what happened’ and the other half is ‘yes let’s do stuff now’ and I’m just quite conflicted and all that. May things settle down soon~ -cuddles- ]
[ Apologies for persisting absence, but it has been unsettling to suddenly find oneself, after a startling rabbit-hole of events, ending up as head of a school club’s committee. Daunting, but my duties are piling up. Sorry about that. ]
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the young master and his butler
I found this old sketch on my computer. Although I usually abandon old drawings, I liked how this one turned out so I decided to finish it.
"It’s so hard, Violet. Every time I change, I see that fucking brand. I can’t bloody stand it. They needn’t have branded me, Father knew that I have perfect memory and can recall every bloody thing I have had happen to me. Every thought I have thought, every dream I have dreamt. I just can’t stop thinking, I should have known it was not Veronica, that cat never makes a sound." Gilbert took in a ragged breath.
"I will always find some way to try and blame myself, it is just my nature. I grew up being told everything is my fault. The only reason I push everything out and ignore my problems is because of Lily. I want her time here to be happy, how ever long she has…. When she is gone, I am not sure what I will do…" He looked at the prefect with pleading eyes.
"You will always need me, right? I will always have a purpose?" Gilbert needed a purpose, he was sure if he did not have one that he would succumb to madness. He hugged his legs just a bit tighter. He was beginning to calm down, just a bit.
"Yes, I will." A bout of hesitant silence proceeded from this gentle admission. "…And, don’t you know, it wouldn’t be imaginable for me to have — survived school till now without your help. …You know how I’m like when it comes to work, and, well…you deserve much credit for stopping things from becoming a mess, and getting things done. —Whether I liked it or not,” Violet added dryly.
"Also…I’ve never said this before, but… That means a lot to me. Especially this year. And…being able to trust you. —That, as well…was —is— important. I have very few — no, I mean… I am glad you are my fag. …Thank you.” The last statement was a fairly quiet mumble.
Violet withdrew, as if suddenly self-conscious, and crossed his arms atop his knees. “Not forgetting, you have musical talent. Isn’t that a good purpose in itself…?”
[ This semester I’m taking classes in Metaphysics, ‘Founders of Modern Philosophy’, Speculative Fiction (Science Fiction and Fantasy) and 19th Century Literature & Culture. The university I’m in comes with a bundle of motley requirements so to fulfill those I’m also in Introductory Sociology and Introductory South Asian Studies. ]
Imagine your favourite character locked in a cell, unable to die, having lost track of time and grown half-mad from the insistent rhythm of water dripping from a broken pipe somewhere in the darkness around them.
We think we procrastinate but the cosmos unfolds with immaculate timing. We are always exactly on time.
Arctic wolves, BBC’s Frozen Planet