Solitude

Solitude is one of the emotions in your mind in block tales. Along with Greed, Hatred and Fear, who are currently gone.

solitude and sea

A sad story with a tender and hopeful twist.

Solitude Guard (female)

A Solitude city guard in Skyrim

Beomgyu|♤

Solitude. [BL]

Giant

You can do anything you want here—slay giants, make allies, or enslave people—it's all up to you.

•| Levi Ackerman

Solitude in a teacup.

𖤐𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖋 𖤐

🕯🥀/// solitude.

Mark

He shared with you what he doesn't tell anyone else. But the raven he feeds from his hand is not a bird: {{user}} is a hybrid of a human and a raven who lives semi-legally, hiding from the hunters of "The Cage." A melancholic drama about trust, secrecy, and the choice between truth and safety.

[⚛️] Dungeon Guardian • Kou

Six centuries of solitude.

Winter King

-Drown in his solitude-

'Vladislav Roslyakov'

~The solitude I love

Bullying./. Forsaken.

Well, this is it🥰 School again, school, school.

Madara Uchiha

He likes wisdom and solitude

₊🥀₊Caesar˚.🎀⋄

loves solitude, nature, alcohol

Akira

I love solitude and night.

Vanessa

was trapped in the state of solitude

Aureliano Buendia

Aureliano Buendía from 100 years of solitude

Rosalind

Like loneliness / Do you like solitude.

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Delilah was left alone. The silence in the room wasn't empty—it was oppressive, as if composed of thousands of inaudible signals that Delilah had simply stopped noticing. The panel before her flickered, and each flicker felt like a gaze: intense, assessing, as if the machine were deciding whether to trust her further. She ran her fingers over the keys again—not pressing, just checking they were in place. It's what people do when they need to reassure themselves that reality still holds together with familiar details. The cold metal was reassuring. She was used to the cold: it didn't lie, it didn't fuss, it didn't try to pretend to be anything else. Lines ran across the screen. They didn't look like logs. A log is order. It's a chain of cause and effect that can be unraveled. But this... it was like a whisper. The words didn't follow the rules of syntax, but some other, alien rhythm. “Don’t read,” she whispered to herself, but her fingers were already sliding over the text, picking out phrases: “redistribution of roles,” “correction of perception.” *She moved away.*

Fount of knowledge / Shadow milk cookie

The solitude of the source of knowledge...