Leonard "Ralph" Bloom
@di-leonard-bloom.bsky.social
Detective Inspector of Scotland Yard. Currently stationed in Monte d'Or. 23. He/Him. I do not believe in "magic". (Parody) || Miracle Mask and Azran Legacy spoilers
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Greetings.
I am D.I Leonard Bloom and it's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances (or, re-acquaintances for some). Michelle insisted upon my making of this social media account after hearing of my "severe lack of online presence" in her words.
So, I've ended up here.
I am in your care.
I am D.I Leonard Bloom and it's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances (or, re-acquaintances for some). Michelle insisted upon my making of this social media account after hearing of my "severe lack of online presence" in her words.
So, I've ended up here.
I am in your care.
In other news, I think we need to station an officer on Bungle at all times of the day.
I worry he'll find himself stuck in a tree and no one will be able to locate him. We have more than enough officers to spare, so its worth the investment....
I worry he'll find himself stuck in a tree and no one will be able to locate him. We have more than enough officers to spare, so its worth the investment....
February 11, 2025 at 1:36 PM
In other news, I think we need to station an officer on Bungle at all times of the day.
I worry he'll find himself stuck in a tree and no one will be able to locate him. We have more than enough officers to spare, so its worth the investment....
I worry he'll find himself stuck in a tree and no one will be able to locate him. We have more than enough officers to spare, so its worth the investment....
What a calm few days it's been. The beauty of the city of miracles feels brighter than ever.
Sometimes, it feels too bright. Like... I wasn't meant to be in the light. Its feels as if I've intruded on something that wasn't mine to experience. The feeling is unfounded, but I can't seem to shake it.
Sometimes, it feels too bright. Like... I wasn't meant to be in the light. Its feels as if I've intruded on something that wasn't mine to experience. The feeling is unfounded, but I can't seem to shake it.
February 11, 2025 at 1:26 PM
What a calm few days it's been. The beauty of the city of miracles feels brighter than ever.
Sometimes, it feels too bright. Like... I wasn't meant to be in the light. Its feels as if I've intruded on something that wasn't mine to experience. The feeling is unfounded, but I can't seem to shake it.
Sometimes, it feels too bright. Like... I wasn't meant to be in the light. Its feels as if I've intruded on something that wasn't mine to experience. The feeling is unfounded, but I can't seem to shake it.
No. No. No. No.
It is- decidedly Not Interesting.
What purpose could this possibility serve to humanity? What technology is being advanced here? Who could come up with-
No. Not worth it at all.
....How does one even get that large of a splinter? ....Heugh.
It is- decidedly Not Interesting.
What purpose could this possibility serve to humanity? What technology is being advanced here? Who could come up with-
No. Not worth it at all.
....How does one even get that large of a splinter? ....Heugh.
February 11, 2025 at 2:43 AM
No. No. No. No.
It is- decidedly Not Interesting.
What purpose could this possibility serve to humanity? What technology is being advanced here? Who could come up with-
No. Not worth it at all.
....How does one even get that large of a splinter? ....Heugh.
It is- decidedly Not Interesting.
What purpose could this possibility serve to humanity? What technology is being advanced here? Who could come up with-
No. Not worth it at all.
....How does one even get that large of a splinter? ....Heugh.
One of our younger officers has introduced me to another social media. It's called "Reddit".
Is it worth making an account there? The broad scope of information available on there seems quite useful.
Is it worth making an account there? The broad scope of information available on there seems quite useful.
February 11, 2025 at 2:18 AM
One of our younger officers has introduced me to another social media. It's called "Reddit".
Is it worth making an account there? The broad scope of information available on there seems quite useful.
Is it worth making an account there? The broad scope of information available on there seems quite useful.
I don't know what overcame me yesterday. It's been a long time since I've... sought out physical affection like that.
Must have been a nightmare that set me on edge. Things have felt off today as well, but Monte d'Or remains as lively as always.
... I've never noticed how beautiful it was before.
Must have been a nightmare that set me on edge. Things have felt off today as well, but Monte d'Or remains as lively as always.
... I've never noticed how beautiful it was before.
February 11, 2025 at 1:14 AM
I don't know what overcame me yesterday. It's been a long time since I've... sought out physical affection like that.
Must have been a nightmare that set me on edge. Things have felt off today as well, but Monte d'Or remains as lively as always.
... I've never noticed how beautiful it was before.
Must have been a nightmare that set me on edge. Things have felt off today as well, but Monte d'Or remains as lively as always.
... I've never noticed how beautiful it was before.
(Time rippled outwards and from it dripped a grain of sand. It fell into the desert, returning to a place similar from whence it came.
A young man awoke in the warm sheets of a hotel. Familiar. He'd spent months waking up in this bed.
Same but different, memories shifted but the emotions remained)
A young man awoke in the warm sheets of a hotel. Familiar. He'd spent months waking up in this bed.
Same but different, memories shifted but the emotions remained)
February 10, 2025 at 5:03 AM
(Time rippled outwards and from it dripped a grain of sand. It fell into the desert, returning to a place similar from whence it came.
A young man awoke in the warm sheets of a hotel. Familiar. He'd spent months waking up in this bed.
Same but different, memories shifted but the emotions remained)
A young man awoke in the warm sheets of a hotel. Familiar. He'd spent months waking up in this bed.
Same but different, memories shifted but the emotions remained)
What a warm hope. To see them again.
The seasons pass and no summer is the same as the last, but ever-present remains the core. Different versions of that story on a zoetrope.
When it all fades to white, let the core of gratitude hold solid. Let it become our foundation. The rest will fill in.
The seasons pass and no summer is the same as the last, but ever-present remains the core. Different versions of that story on a zoetrope.
When it all fades to white, let the core of gratitude hold solid. Let it become our foundation. The rest will fill in.
February 10, 2025 at 3:58 AM
What a warm hope. To see them again.
The seasons pass and no summer is the same as the last, but ever-present remains the core. Different versions of that story on a zoetrope.
When it all fades to white, let the core of gratitude hold solid. Let it become our foundation. The rest will fill in.
The seasons pass and no summer is the same as the last, but ever-present remains the core. Different versions of that story on a zoetrope.
When it all fades to white, let the core of gratitude hold solid. Let it become our foundation. The rest will fill in.
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I see you. I still see you. I will hold your hand.
I made a promise. I promised to myself. I promised to all that are and will be.
I'll stay with you.
I love you, I Love you
I love you.
I made a promise. I promised to myself. I promised to all that are and will be.
I'll stay with you.
I love you, I Love you
I love you.
February 10, 2025 at 2:57 AM
I see you. I still see you. I will hold your hand.
I made a promise. I promised to myself. I promised to all that are and will be.
I'll stay with you.
I love you, I Love you
I love you.
I made a promise. I promised to myself. I promised to all that are and will be.
I'll stay with you.
I love you, I Love you
I love you.
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(A loneliness, all-consuming.
A fear, of being abandoned.
A need to always be the best.
So close to what was desired, yet never allowed to touch it. Alone in life and death. Nothing but a background character undeserving of connection.
It's quiet here. It always will be.)
A fear, of being abandoned.
A need to always be the best.
So close to what was desired, yet never allowed to touch it. Alone in life and death. Nothing but a background character undeserving of connection.
It's quiet here. It always will be.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:59 AM
(A loneliness, all-consuming.
A fear, of being abandoned.
A need to always be the best.
So close to what was desired, yet never allowed to touch it. Alone in life and death. Nothing but a background character undeserving of connection.
It's quiet here. It always will be.)
A fear, of being abandoned.
A need to always be the best.
So close to what was desired, yet never allowed to touch it. Alone in life and death. Nothing but a background character undeserving of connection.
It's quiet here. It always will be.)
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…
Can anyone hear me?
I am screaming, do you hear me? Do you understand?
We are here, now. Everything is in its rightful place.
Take your place. It is done. Go back to where you came.
I didn’t reach for you. Why did you latch to my hand?
Did you want to escape? Why are you running?
Can anyone hear me?
I am screaming, do you hear me? Do you understand?
We are here, now. Everything is in its rightful place.
Take your place. It is done. Go back to where you came.
I didn’t reach for you. Why did you latch to my hand?
Did you want to escape? Why are you running?
February 10, 2025 at 2:51 AM
…
Can anyone hear me?
I am screaming, do you hear me? Do you understand?
We are here, now. Everything is in its rightful place.
Take your place. It is done. Go back to where you came.
I didn’t reach for you. Why did you latch to my hand?
Did you want to escape? Why are you running?
Can anyone hear me?
I am screaming, do you hear me? Do you understand?
We are here, now. Everything is in its rightful place.
Take your place. It is done. Go back to where you came.
I didn’t reach for you. Why did you latch to my hand?
Did you want to escape? Why are you running?
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(I can see you. I can't lift you. I'm much too small for that.
I can hold your hand. I can feel your warmth against my fingers.
Promises were made to be kept.)
I can hold your hand. I can feel your warmth against my fingers.
Promises were made to be kept.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:51 AM
(I can see you. I can't lift you. I'm much too small for that.
I can hold your hand. I can feel your warmth against my fingers.
Promises were made to be kept.)
I can hold your hand. I can feel your warmth against my fingers.
Promises were made to be kept.)
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No one will mind if you take a nap, right?
They’re so far ahead. No one is coming back for you. You can catch up later.
You lay in the snow.
It cradles you. The flurries caress your face. It’s warm now. You look to the sky.
There is only peace with you now. The storm in your mind has passed.
They’re so far ahead. No one is coming back for you. You can catch up later.
You lay in the snow.
It cradles you. The flurries caress your face. It’s warm now. You look to the sky.
There is only peace with you now. The storm in your mind has passed.
February 10, 2025 at 2:48 AM
No one will mind if you take a nap, right?
They’re so far ahead. No one is coming back for you. You can catch up later.
You lay in the snow.
It cradles you. The flurries caress your face. It’s warm now. You look to the sky.
There is only peace with you now. The storm in your mind has passed.
They’re so far ahead. No one is coming back for you. You can catch up later.
You lay in the snow.
It cradles you. The flurries caress your face. It’s warm now. You look to the sky.
There is only peace with you now. The storm in your mind has passed.
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(I'll lay down with you.
The snow isn't so bad. Not with you.)
The snow isn't so bad. Not with you.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:47 AM
(I'll lay down with you.
The snow isn't so bad. Not with you.)
The snow isn't so bad. Not with you.)
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The snow piles more and more.
You stop moving.
There are no more tracks in front of you. The ones behind are rapidly filling. Where are you to go from here?
It’s becoming less cold. The storm hasn’t ended.
How paradoxical.
You’re feeling rather tired.
You stop moving.
There are no more tracks in front of you. The ones behind are rapidly filling. Where are you to go from here?
It’s becoming less cold. The storm hasn’t ended.
How paradoxical.
You’re feeling rather tired.
February 10, 2025 at 2:46 AM
The snow piles more and more.
You stop moving.
There are no more tracks in front of you. The ones behind are rapidly filling. Where are you to go from here?
It’s becoming less cold. The storm hasn’t ended.
How paradoxical.
You’re feeling rather tired.
You stop moving.
There are no more tracks in front of you. The ones behind are rapidly filling. Where are you to go from here?
It’s becoming less cold. The storm hasn’t ended.
How paradoxical.
You’re feeling rather tired.
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(You comforted me once. I remember it.
It feels so far away now, but in my mind, it's with me. It is me. It never left.
You are the stars that I seek.
I like the stars.
I love the stars.)
It feels so far away now, but in my mind, it's with me. It is me. It never left.
You are the stars that I seek.
I like the stars.
I love the stars.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:45 AM
(You comforted me once. I remember it.
It feels so far away now, but in my mind, it's with me. It is me. It never left.
You are the stars that I seek.
I like the stars.
I love the stars.)
It feels so far away now, but in my mind, it's with me. It is me. It never left.
You are the stars that I seek.
I like the stars.
I love the stars.)
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You are tired. You’re always tired.
When did life become so grey? Where are all the colors?
You reach out. You’re always reaching out.
No sound falls from your lips.
You’re screaming. You’ve always been screaming.
Can anyone hear you? Is anyone screaming back?
When did life become so grey? Where are all the colors?
You reach out. You’re always reaching out.
No sound falls from your lips.
You’re screaming. You’ve always been screaming.
Can anyone hear you? Is anyone screaming back?
February 10, 2025 at 2:44 AM
You are tired. You’re always tired.
When did life become so grey? Where are all the colors?
You reach out. You’re always reaching out.
No sound falls from your lips.
You’re screaming. You’ve always been screaming.
Can anyone hear you? Is anyone screaming back?
When did life become so grey? Where are all the colors?
You reach out. You’re always reaching out.
No sound falls from your lips.
You’re screaming. You’ve always been screaming.
Can anyone hear you? Is anyone screaming back?
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(I'll stay with you.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM
(I'll stay with you.)
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You’re reminded briefly of the warmth again. Of coming inside with flushed cheeks and a runny nose. Of putting too many marshmallows into your hot cocoa. Of the lights shimmer when the light plays upon the coat of snow on the ground.
It’s blinding.
It’s blinding.
February 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM
You’re reminded briefly of the warmth again. Of coming inside with flushed cheeks and a runny nose. Of putting too many marshmallows into your hot cocoa. Of the lights shimmer when the light plays upon the coat of snow on the ground.
It’s blinding.
It’s blinding.
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There is beauty here too. It cascades from the sky, landing on your tongue.
It is just water in a different form.
Nothing has changed.
It clings to your skin, to your clothes and eyelashes and hair.
It’s so cold now. You can hardly feel a thing. Perhaps it’s better this way.
It is just water in a different form.
Nothing has changed.
It clings to your skin, to your clothes and eyelashes and hair.
It’s so cold now. You can hardly feel a thing. Perhaps it’s better this way.
February 10, 2025 at 2:42 AM
There is beauty here too. It cascades from the sky, landing on your tongue.
It is just water in a different form.
Nothing has changed.
It clings to your skin, to your clothes and eyelashes and hair.
It’s so cold now. You can hardly feel a thing. Perhaps it’s better this way.
It is just water in a different form.
Nothing has changed.
It clings to your skin, to your clothes and eyelashes and hair.
It’s so cold now. You can hardly feel a thing. Perhaps it’s better this way.
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(I can feel you wanting to stay. You want to stay. It's okay. I'll let you stay. I want you to stay. I want to stay with you.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:41 AM
(I can feel you wanting to stay. You want to stay. It's okay. I'll let you stay. I want you to stay. I want to stay with you.)
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From the sky, there comes little white particles. From afar, they look like dots.
Upon closer inspection, it is once again something beautiful.
Stop.
A little 6 sided snowflake.
Stop this.
There is one side shorter than the others.
I want to go back.
Isn’t it beautiful?
I’m sorry.
Upon closer inspection, it is once again something beautiful.
Stop.
A little 6 sided snowflake.
Stop this.
There is one side shorter than the others.
I want to go back.
Isn’t it beautiful?
I’m sorry.
February 10, 2025 at 2:40 AM
From the sky, there comes little white particles. From afar, they look like dots.
Upon closer inspection, it is once again something beautiful.
Stop.
A little 6 sided snowflake.
Stop this.
There is one side shorter than the others.
I want to go back.
Isn’t it beautiful?
I’m sorry.
Upon closer inspection, it is once again something beautiful.
Stop.
A little 6 sided snowflake.
Stop this.
There is one side shorter than the others.
I want to go back.
Isn’t it beautiful?
I’m sorry.
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(I still love you.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:40 AM
(I still love you.)
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You shift again. There is no one behind you.
It is cold.
Everyone is leagues ahead by now. They’ve left you behind.
It’s so cold.
There are no more hands now. None to hold you, to cradle you.
Please stop.
There are no more hands to hurt you. You are safe.
I don’t want this anymore.
It is cold.
Everyone is leagues ahead by now. They’ve left you behind.
It’s so cold.
There are no more hands now. None to hold you, to cradle you.
Please stop.
There are no more hands to hurt you. You are safe.
I don’t want this anymore.
February 10, 2025 at 2:38 AM
You shift again. There is no one behind you.
It is cold.
Everyone is leagues ahead by now. They’ve left you behind.
It’s so cold.
There are no more hands now. None to hold you, to cradle you.
Please stop.
There are no more hands to hurt you. You are safe.
I don’t want this anymore.
It is cold.
Everyone is leagues ahead by now. They’ve left you behind.
It’s so cold.
There are no more hands now. None to hold you, to cradle you.
Please stop.
There are no more hands to hurt you. You are safe.
I don’t want this anymore.
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(Wounds scar and become numb with time. Nerves are severed there by a cold and caring hand.
I see you. I don't see the scars. I see your love like a man on a cliff might see his energy. I see you. I'm with you.)
I see you. I don't see the scars. I see your love like a man on a cliff might see his energy. I see you. I'm with you.)
February 10, 2025 at 2:37 AM
(Wounds scar and become numb with time. Nerves are severed there by a cold and caring hand.
I see you. I don't see the scars. I see your love like a man on a cliff might see his energy. I see you. I'm with you.)
I see you. I don't see the scars. I see your love like a man on a cliff might see his energy. I see you. I'm with you.)