This post’s been a long time coming, tldr: consider this blog on an indefinite hiatus.
Lelouch is the one muse I’ve gotten so invested in, the one muse that resonates with me on a spiritual level in all my 9 years of roleplaying. I hate to do this, but I find that after what happened last year, I’ve been emotionally detached from everything, including my passion and drive to write this muse. Of course, I can still write him, it’s been two long years with him after all ( he is also my longest-lasting muse ) but it no longer gives me any form of excitement, or enjoyment, everything that made me stick on with Lelouch through ups and downs, through all the fluctuations in the fandom. I don’t feel anything anymore - but a memory of how I used to love being here. Everything’s changed, I can’t empathize with how strongly Lelouch feels anymore and it’s not because writing him’s grown stale, it’s because I’ve become like that with everything in my life. I can’t continue leaving people hanging and pretending to be enthused. I can’t continue writing half-assedly a muse who frankly, I have too much respect and love for. Again, I’m sad that I have to do this, and that’s a whole fucking lot from me as I am now, but it’s necessary. Hardly any of my friends are active here, so I don’t expect anyone to have read this far but still: thank you for these two years and goodbye, Lelouch vi Britannia.












