「𝘕𝘪𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦」

your role has come to an end.

even when you're broken // there are always doors to open // new dimensions to explore // but you won't know until you're in a thousand pieces on the floor ♫

selfless

azem 🔆

such a good class...

Don't stare too long...

Lelesu says happy pride!

❧ post-endwalker, pre-dawntrail

Dear Diary...

The word I've been looking for is "yearning." I know not how much longer I can live my life like this. Mother says she wishes for me to take over the shop when she grows older, meanwhile father insists I find a fisherman to marry for that same purpose and I just...I don't know. I love them, but I can't lie to myself. I want more than this. The same rocky outcrops, the same white pathways, the same shop stalls, the same everything, every damned day...no more. I need adventure. I would go sign right up with the adventurer's guild but that isn't something I can do in secret. Everyone knows everyone in this strip. Mother and father would know of my plans before I'm so much as out the gates. Is it daft to wish for some dashing hero to come and simply spirit me away? To take me aboard his ship, sailing off to some faraway shores to adventure, to explore, to simply live a different life together? Mother would call me foolish for wishing for such things. Call me "irresponsible." Or even worse, "childish." But I'm allowed to yearn for more, aren't I?

It had been many years since Ashen finally allowed himself to read through his parents' old tomes and journals. Many of them were rather uninteresting; local nautical maps, journals about when to plant and harvest certain vegetables, market schedules, the like. But right when he had nearly given up on finding anything intriguing, he stumbled upon what quickly revealed itself to be his mother's old diary.

He was hesitant to flip through the pages at first, unwilling to learn any embarrassing details of his mother's youth, but after a handful of page-turns, he came across a rather lengthy entry. Golden eyes flicked across the worn pages, before reality finally dawned on him.

"A pirate lord, yearning for a life of adventure...mother, did you-"

He continued to read, before closing the diary, setting it on the table. Resting his head on his hands, he could do naught but laugh.

"I'll be damned, mother- a pirate's lover? Really??"

He laughed, and he laughed, and a tear fell through the laughter.

⚓︎

Happy Friday 💛🌼

If you could only forgive yourself

Ktisis Hyperboreia... Yet again.

(On our today's run The Most Honorable Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen decided that he has much more important things to do than dungeon mechanics... and ignored almost every stack-up marker)

My fav sage glam

just hold on a little lo-

i offer you a chuchula and azem wip 🤲🏻