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uninhibitedandunrepentant:

[WARNING]

Spoilers! Do not read if you have not finished ME3 or wish to avoid spoilers for the ending.

Alright. I’ve been toying with the idea of the Indoctrination theory for the ending of Mass Effect 3 that has been floating around the internet. And I have discussed many points with my housemate, who has also studied literature extensively. She knows how invested I am in the story, and has given me a seed of hope that has blossomed into a razor-sharp flower of abject disbelief. She has also been researching this purely to ease my troubled mind, because living with me when I am in the throes of anguish or the grips of rage is pure hell.

And I can safely say that this is either the most dick move that Bioware could have pulled, or pure. Fucking. Genius.

So, yes. I have been won over to the indoctrination theory, and I’ll share with you some of the reasons why.

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Aurulent

It can’t be… I have lost my muse to write even though my thoughts strays into the forest of stories that I have nurtured and cared for, for a considerable amount of time. The land is vast and has enough capacity to hold more trees for me to climb in, but the white bag slung over my shoulder is lacking the silver seeds to plant more of these beautifully golden trees. The rough and twisted edges of the copper trunks are comforting under the tips of my fingers and the golden leaves, that shimmers in the radiant sun, glimmers as they fall around me to provide me with ease. Most of them have not yet grown into into their full potential as of yet, but I continue to water them and shower them with sunlight no matter how long it may take for them to mature. I love these trees, but my time for them has grown dim as I am consumed by other realms which I must pay heed to. One day I will return to this realm with a bountiful amount of silver, glistening seeds that will make the earth come alive and produce another magnificent tree. But as of now I must concern my time with what will soon shape my future.

How I long to share this realm with someone who will understand the whispers of the rustling leaves as the wind comes by to dance with them and the life that stirs inside the wide trunk to maintain its growth. Every so often a group of faceless wanderers from different lands come to examine my trees and a handful would usually stay to continue watching it evolve. I try the best I can to formulate an environment that will please them and so the trees may catch their interests. Sharing this environment with these strangers, though, is not the same as sharing it with someone whom I deeply carry a strong devotion with. Only once has this adorable little weasel taken its precious time to observe one of my trees and it has never returned since that last visit. I wish to see it back here again more than anything so I can be sure that it really does care for the hard work I put into this aurulent forest.

Under the cool shade of a tree I sit upon its large, aged root and extend my legs out upon the golden ground. It strikes my fancy how the leaves do not whither and die once they detach themselves from their companion, the branch and glide to the ground without any remorse for its friend. It proves itself another purpose for the barren ground as it decorates it with a caramel field. A most promising feature that can most certainly pleas the eyes of anyone who beholds the image. Among the leaves in the distance stands the weasel on its hind legs, its round ears perked up. Out of curiosity and interest it wrinkles its delicately small pink nose before returning to all fours and carefully tread across the sea of shimmering honey. The lovely crunch of the leaves underneath its petite paws is subtle and gentle and even when its long form makes a small leap it lands in near silence. Immediately the white creature springs into my lap and observes the crowd of golden leaves above its head. My lips stretch widely with affection and my fingers stroke the soft fur of his back with care and tenderness. His brown eyes are wide with wonder and admiration for my works. These set of eyes are what I have longed to have attracted to my trees. Eyes that do not lack familiarity or attachment, but are warm and comforting.

Understand, my weasel, that what you see I do not share easily with others who I affiliate with or even claim I love to. This realm is sacred and it is where my inner most mind escapes to so that it may be free from any iron balls or chains that will delightfully pull me into its possession. You though, are special and whom I feel a strong connection with. I hope to share many more realms with you so that you may understand me to the fullest. Thank you for visiting and please, my love, come visit me again.         

Bliss

Three beautiful weeks past by and I am seeing things in a so much brighter perspective. The world doesn’t seem as dark and cruel as I may have perceived it in the past and I think I uncovered something that has been hidden away from my view for years. It has been by my side for as long as I have known it and I am ever so grateful to be with it to this very day. It is bright and warms my skin and holds me close whenever I am near. Its gentle pecks upon my lips are simple, but comforting and sweet and reminds me that I have a place somewhere- in its embrace.
It’s scent fills my lungs and soul with exhilaration just as the crashing waves of the ocean at my feet emits it’s lovely aroma. The large smile and the laughs that comes with it makes my heart leap with contentment and bliss as if I were leaping through oceans edges when it touches the sand.
My hair surrenders to the salty wind and sways with it as I myself stand with bare feet on the wet sand. The fragmented waves reaches my feet and I can only smile at its cool touch between my toes and the soles of my feet. So cool, so calm, so smooth, so nurturing, and so sweet. I love it. It’s like bliss.

Yep. That’s right. I have been side-tracked with other things, but really with only one thing (person) in particular. Sorry guys, but my stories may be on hold for a little while.  

Somethin’ Somethin’

Sorry, but I haven’t had any time for my stories these past two weeks and I wish I can be given more. I have actually gone around to editing chapter one of Vacant Soul because there were spelling errors I didn’t catch and I re-worded a few things. I’m going to be doing the same thing to my other chapters.

Last episode of FullMetal Alchemist: Brotherhood in America has finally arrived! It makes me so depressed to just even think about it. America was the only one who was keeping it alive but now… *sobs uncontrollably*. It cannot be! I really need to get the whole series on DVD.

I will miss you FullMetal Alchemist. You shall forever remain in my fullmetal heart :c

School is keeping me busy so please bear with me my peeps.