Ellianna Cherrene

Hello. My name is Ellianna Cherrene. I am a Creator, although my Creations are... not yet publicized.

Their Existence is only kept through my own Memory and that of my siblings. I suppose now that will change.

Do not expect much. I wield no experience for the portrayal of Stories. I only need one other person to read and place this Story in their Memory. That will suffice.

For the sake of categorization, here are what the tags will be.

#el-lore = For when anything significant Story-wise happens.

#el-talks = If there is something that must or is desired to be said.

#el-asks = To answer any questions that you Viewers may have.

#cyclesandcontact = For the Reblogs

That will be all.

The meeting. Can I talk to you about it?

-- a sensory organ that allows an organism to perceive visual information.

Allegedly, you tried too hard to fit in.

Allegedly, you are always alone.

Allegedly, you’ll accidentally drink spoiled milk.

Allegedly, you’ll get caught sooner or later.

Allegedly, you sound like the Narrator from The Stanley Parable.

Allegedly, you are hopeless.

Allegedly, you will spend eternity alone.

Allegedly, you watched someone die without bothering to help.

Allegedly, you laughed and never helped her.

Allegedly, you will be captured and used for their own gain.

You- What is this? This is... what is wrong with you? I know I couldn't save him. It was my fault. You think I don't know that? And I'll always be alone. So what? I managed it before, and I can manage it again. And they won't get me. They certainly haven't caught me yet. There's a reason I let go of that stupid martyr act that I kept pulling. And I'll drink as much milk as I like. Calcium. Hmph.

... I'll check the expiration date.

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I know I sound like Kevan Brighting.

I know I am hopeless.

No one can help me.

I know I will spend it all alone. As it is written, I will be alone.

There was nothing I could do to help the brother. I am but words on a page or a voice in the air.

And I apologized to her. And she forgives me.

And those people may try. But they'll never get me.

Try again, anonymous user. I am not one easy to irritate. Choose something that I haven't already come to terms with yet, and you may succeed.

Tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick. Tock, tick, tick, tock.

Tick, tick, tick. Tock. Tick. Tick, tock, tock, tick. Tick, tick, tick.

- ∞

[ 21. This ask is directed toward the moderator, however I will not protest to an in-character ask. ]

OHHHHH MY GOD

I GOT HIT?

not gonna lie, getting an ask from you got me so happy :3

Six steps, yeah?

We'll clock you soon enough heh

gets stabbed 21 times

Cruelty performed by uncaring hands, disguised under science and protection.

The doctor tore upon their chest, without caring at all.

. . .

[CUT CUT CUT!] i don’t know what [THAT?!] was about!! [Sorry ‘bout ‘dat.] [Oh fine maiden, how art thou-] on this [GREEN] and [gorgeous] day?

[Do take care.]

- 💰

-🪽

Did something happen? :0

—Whimsy!

That's good. I think so, yes. But I don't know what happened, and he won't show up. This isn't the first time, of course, but he hasn't done this in a while.

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Hello Elly! ^v^ How have you been?

I'm afraid Puppeteer is.. out of commission right now. Poor thing, skewered by seven swords. Funny how the Seven of Swords card represent betrayal and deceit, don't you think? Haha!

Aaaaaaaaaaanyways...

She'll need some time to recuperate. She'll be back, don't worry! :) Just give her a while to rest in the folds of the universe, eheh!

—Whimsy! (@sunshineandfuchsias)

o yqostr, zitn ygxfr itk qfnvqn rtlhotz qss oct rgft zg liotsr itk ykgd iol tntl

zit ygu iql wttf rolhtsstr.

…o ziofa it vqfzl dt zg rollgsct. oz vgxsratth dt gxz gy zkgxwst. wxz oz vgxsr zqat q viost wtygkt o eqf ktygkd quqof.

o ziofa ziqzl viqz zitn vqfz. oz vgxsr lhqkt dt zithqof.

wxz o eqfz

oy od lzoss itkt zitf o eqf lzoss itsh itk kouiz?

oz ixkzl

zoil ol viqz rtqzi ol soat olfz oz?

—te pupetter

I hate hearing her scream. Pain fills her being. All of it. It hurts to watch. It reminds me that I am useless.

If it hurts to watch, what more is the pain that she feels?

It may not be the worst way of hurt that I have had the misfortune of Seeing. I know The End hurts more than what she feels. I See pain now still, that echoes throughout each person in each world.

But they do not matter to me, she's still in it. Pain is pain, no matter its form, and it is something that I prefer she doesn't have to feel.

We can't all get what we want though, can we?

When did I get so attached to them? I sound like a psychopath.

Elly, I know you are asleep. You will see this when you awaken. I'm sorry for using your blog again. But I needed to let this out, at least. I don't want to burden anyone with the ramblings of a madman who cares about people he's sure don't care about him at all.

They only acknowledge me because I can be useful at times, after all.

God, I wish I could sleep too. To feel nothing as time passes would be wonderful. It would be better than this. This horrid, horrid overwhelm of Information of Time and Sight.

Wouldn't things be better if I was not Me? I suppose there are reasons dreams are called dreams.