Celestial

 That all aside, let’s talk a bit about the point behind a post on a blog that’s on semi-permanent hiatus; anon hate. I used to be annoyed with seeing it as someone who deleted an unreasonable amount of it during my time here. I hated seeing others get it more than myself getting it. It was annoying having to clear my ask box so much, but other than that it was more about how carelessly others would abuse the ability to anonymously hurt other people. Now however, I tend to find myself feeling bad for the people who send it on top of the person hurt by it.

 They’re too scared of losing reputation, following, possibly friends over how ugly they can feel toward other human beings. Since it’s a screen name we forget the person behind it, so their feelings aren’t real, they don’t matter. Their depression or life struggles and problems? It doesn’t matter to them. I feel sorry for their fear of confrontation, the fact they can’t allow themselves to simply talk to another person like a human being and being unable to relinquish the comfort the mask of being anonymous brings in their hurtful actions.  It’s all especially bad when it comes in on days like today or tomorrow. These are holidays for many people, and regardless of the holidays people participate in we shouldn’t be spreading hurt and harm. The person sending it wouldn’t want it back on days of celebration, but they’ll spread the pain anyway.  There’s an infinite number of excuses someone can give for spreading heartache to others, but no matter a person’s experiences, the excuses don’t justify anything. For those who read this, for those who made it this far, please, spread love. Spread communication, talk to people you have problems with and if you can’t safely do that do what you can to limit them in your life instead of hurting others. If you don’t like someone having a lot of muses and blogs, keep them out of your feed, we all know it’s almost impossible to get a multi off the ground let alone get people to properly respect the owners of them. If you don’t like someone’s portrayal then do the above regarding limiting them, no two blogs play a character the same and they shouldn’t be forced to. Writing is a release, a hobby, and other things for others as much as it likely is yourself. If your wishes to it should be respected, shouldn’t others be given the same?

Byleth slowly walked through the woods, tattered remnants of clothing clinging barely to her frame, chest unbound and breasts almost flopping, completely exposed, her nether regions no better off, though there were a couple strings hanging from her belt that almost made it look like she was feigning modesty……in truth she was simply not wanting to have to carry everything in her arms and the scabbards were still in tact, her shield remained latched on her belt from behind, making it so that her rear end wasn’t as obviously exposed.

Her entire body was riddled with cuts, and a few larger gashes, she had been in a battle, at least one, and probably a few. Still she wasn’t tired, but she was frustrated. The bindings weren’t cheap and the clothing was something she had gotten from Edelgard, so Byleth was mostly upset that they were ruined then anything because everything else was simply part and parcel with her duties……and they made her feel as if she had value and worth.

A face covered with blood turned dead eyes twords the noise, was she going to have to fight another battle? Were more people going to need to die? Well so be it if they did. “I’m giving you one chance to flee before I kill you as well.”

   Came the healer’s gentle voice as she came closer, staff in hand. It was clear the woman had been through a lot... Just a look at her clothing told her that much. Had it not been that Soraka’s focus was solely upon her health she would surely be blushing at the lack of clothing.

          “Come, my dear, let me heal your wounds.”

Star Guardian Soraka