#noblestson

agreed! sakura is one of my fav hoshidans so when she followed me i was like “!!!” i think her portrayal is really great from what i’ve seen!

same tsu | accepting!

Certainly. We are not trying to put you under fire for the same things-- just making everyone else aware that despite how you present yourself on here, you yourselves continue to vague, namedrop, and make fun of others. You are not guilty of everything that Howl has been accused of, but you are not completely innocent either. We are using you to refer to everyone involved with the callout blog.

We do acknowledge everything that was stated in the original post, and despite the lack of proof other than Skype chats, we’re inclined to believe it’s true. When the posts first came across our dashes, our initial thoughts were to block Howl and move on. The callout blog was not in the wrong here-- particularly not the first post, despite the lack of evidence. However, there seemed to be more aggression the more asks were answered. It threw up a red flag.

“No ill-will” is an interesting thing to say all things considered. What about all the hateful speech? Perhaps not specifically from you, just you, but I’m addressing everyone else who’s involved too. Including all of the mods of the callout blog. Twitter is a public space. Anyone could have seen that. In the original callout post, it is said,

  “i tried to be mature about this and move on” you’re implying that You’re Mature, howl? this classic zinger from problematic folks is 9/10 an arrogant, thinly-veiled copout when you don’t want to deal with your shit biting you back in the ass.

And this is not the only instance of very aggressive wording on the blog.

Howl has publicly apologized, and privately, for you to mock him on twitter. In a public space. Perhaps in the past, but now, the twitter threads almost imply you have no intention of forgiving him at all. Change takes time. Perhaps the callout thread was necessary for this to truly sink in to him, and I’m not saying that it wasn’t-- some people need things to go public. This blog isn’t about that, it’s about the hypocrisy of those of you behind the blog who are guilty of some of what you’re calling him out for.

I’ve already discussed our feelings on the callout post, so I’ll move on from that.

We stand by the fact that we haven’t done any harassing. Posting things that were already public in the first place, without individual commentary, isn’t harassment.

You don’t need to forgive Howl, but Howl has already said his piece. Where’s yours? Where are the apologies for the people that were posted about publicly on twitter? 

“All caps were saved at the time they were posted.” So you’ve been casually collecting these screencaps? For some time now, evidently. I won’t deny that we went back a week on several twitters. But we didn’t build this up and save screencaps on you for months.

I will black out the icons and urls of any minors that were capped (to my knowledge, this is just memikoto? If there are others, please point them out to us) and remove the links to their twitters, but it only takes a few seconds of searching to be able to be found, so I would also recommend making your twitter private. We did not go through anyone’s listography, so if that’s where anyone’s age is listed we don’t know.

  ✨ —  The garou were isolated folks. They could never hope to believe that humans would fully understand them, nor could they expect one whom initiated contact to have their best interests in mind. That was the understood code even for a youth who did not grow up amongst the pack but rather sheltered in a Deeprealm. It was in her blood, she supposed, and even when she had taken the steps outside of her wild homeland and into the ranks of her father's peers, she still found it to be the truth.

That was, until she met him.

She could remember the way he held himself. He walks like the paragon of society -- in fact, he still does, she notes, but she can discriminate something previously hidden to her sharp, keen eyes: the man who seemed so stiff, so proper -- he too has his moments where he falters, where he glances around nervously and with a subtle desperation, where he might fidget or struggle to stay completely idle like the statue of his visage that will no doubt one day be made in his honor.

Her lips curl whenever she sees what was once ignored. She is not a fool to simply believe that this is all brand new; no, she simply knows him better now. The heir with his pristine image -- the epitome of the kind of person she ought to avoid most, had breached the gap and locked the two into an air of familiarity, an air she welcomed.

He is willing to understand, and for the hundred steps he takes towards the effort, she must meet him at least halfway and in time be equal. Wariness is one attribute, but it cannot become an excuse.

And frankly, she didn't like lame excuses anyhow.

The date had snuck up on her. It was not as if she did not know. In fact, once the significance of the day had been told to her, she had made sure to commit it to memory, refusing to be flippant on the matter. The issue at hand was more of the side effects of the barrier she had enforced between herself and her human peers.

It had always been him to try and try again to please her, to prove his convictions. Failed gift after failed gift -- she had paid little mind to it other than to give him her honest review. Yet, when it came to her own turn to return the favor for his birth's anniversary, she no longer thought his attempts humorous and endearing. On the other side of the wall she had established, she gained knowledge of the trials and tribulations that came with preparing an appropriate token of one's feelings, how hard it was to convey that and know precisely what might brighten your intended's face.

A pre-preemptive flash of shame covered her countenance. Her teeth bite a bit of her lip, caring naught for damage, only instinct, and in seconds the object that had been tightly wound in her gloved fingers was dropped to the ground just a few inches from the prince's feet. Before him was a writing utensil, sharp in its point, and beside it a bag of some finely ground dirt ( was it dirt? no... it had to be something else, some other mineral, but she would call it not by its proper name for she found it too trivial in that moment to be able to list off ) -- no doubt both made by her. She tried her hardest to make it presentable, for even if she found it in where she roamed most comfortably, that did not mean that her wilderness was what guaranteed his happiness. He was curious, but he was not necessarily the same as her, and she had to think of his tastes too. She made no grand display of it, simply crossing her arms and looking slightly away.

    ❝ The idea is that you dip the pointed end        in the ❛ dirt ❜ a little and it'll write --        perhaps even better than those funny        feathers you use. ❞

Though she tried to explain it rationally and matter-of-factly as possible, her attempts to justify what might seem a silly joke of a present ( even despite her earnest efforts ) still produced a blush across her cheeks. She knows this is not her place, this is not her expertise. Had he desired sport, she might have delivered with more confidence.

But alas, here she was, and here she was trying to decrease the metaphorical space between them, for if he were to try and understand her, should she not do the same for him?

Rare enough was she “graced” by the Nohrian Prince’s presence. Their literal handful of meetings was enough to call them both acquaintances, but it was not enough for Syalla to suspect his true intentions when he came to see her with packages in tow. She had eyed Siegbert for a moment, then to the packages in his hands, then back to him, then back to the packages. What is the meaning of this? she seems to ask without so much as a word. She had found this to be quite... suspicious. For what purpose does he come with packages in hand? Does he offer himself as an assistant to her wares? That would explain the wyvern talons. ( Gods know that she had spent ages trying to get her hands on those to no avail. ) Was it to taunt her into carrying those boxes for him? No... cynical was her suspicions, but even she can admit that the thought was ludicrous. All that Syalla could do was look upon the packages in his hand curiously. Besides, it wasn’t like those boxes were actually for her, right? If it was, he would have offered them to her by now.

She notices the color rising in his cheeks as if it was timed with her thoughts, but it was what Siegbert has said afterward that keeps Syalla from sneering.

“...what?”

The boxes were for her then... it was for her birthday. How did Siegbert know about her birthday? Surely one of the other kids must have told him about it, since Syalla didn’t remember talking about the subject to him about it. ( Perhaps it was just mentioned as an off shoot comment of hers. It would explain why she couldn’t remember talking to him about it. ) Her hands wrap around the base of the bottom box before lifting it from his hands. The first, she now knew, were wyvern talons... finally. But it was the second that Syalla was curious about since Siegbert didn’t mention its contents. Placing her new talons aside, she unceremoniously proceeded to open the second box before the prince. And what she had discovered was... unexpected, to say the least.

A doll. How old did he think she was again?

Quirking an eyebrow at it, she picks up the little doll to her level with a rare delicacy to her hold. It... looked like her, once she has looked at it closely. A near replica of her. The wooden doll’s long dark tresses had echoed her own likeness, and the materials that adorned her were something that even Syalla’s own fingers can notice that it was well made. Was it custom made, she idly wonders to herself, to invoke such detail? She had outgrown the use for dolls long ago, but she isn’t cruel enough to denounce Siegbert’s effort in giving her these gifts. After all, he didn’t have to do this at all. So, she silently resolved to finding a use for little Syalla in the future.

I’ve been hanging on to this for like 7 months and glancing at it every time I open the inbox for motivation but it is time to let this beautiful message fly out into the open world