I haven't slept in 3 days. Perhaps the second giant coffee at lunch was a bad idea. Looks like I'm heading into day 4! Someone yell at me to go to bed if you see me still lurking in an hour.
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"Oh, to be doomed by the narrative, with the one you love most. The one you reach for, the one who slips through your fingers"
"the one you could've called yours"
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[image description: the "what do you mean you don't like x" meme edited to say "what do you mean you don't like toriel dreemurr". numerous sprites of toriel from undertale and deltarune are scattered about the image, as well as her official undertale tarot card. end id]
of course this is lighthearted and i can absolutely understand not liking her as she has many faults of her own that make her a compelling character far past the basic "mom" image the fandom has reduced her to. so. What Do You Mean You Hate Toriel
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If jingyuan leaves for a vacation or something in a future update I won't mind it at all. If anything, I'll celebrate it and will be more than glad to know that he's getting a well deserved rest since this man needs it so much.
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love being awake all night in the hospital despite being on meds that should have me knocked tf out. at least they have good wifi i guess??
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[ pat, for achi ] “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”
"...tea, if you don't mind. I won't sleep again."
It is still strange, occupying the same space as Patroclus, but not unwanted. Achilles had, after all, spent the time since they parted on an excursion of grief, roaming the cosmos for any sign that he might find his lover again, so to be by his side now has not yet become comfortable. He'd only been here because they had spoken for long enough for the light to wane and the night to arrive, offered space to rest rather than trekking back to the Silvermane barracks where he had been put up by the captain.
He rises from sweat ridden sheets and pushes his hair off his face, rubbing palms against eyes as if it might ease the fitful pace of his heart. It's his penance, he knows, the consequences of his own actions, but it does not make it any easier to see his face in his sleep, to be reminded of all the terrible things he had done. The desecration and destruction that he had left in his wake, wishing the world would be left in ashes so he might feel comfortable standing upon it again.
"Did I wake you?" he asks, softly, his words only emphasising how drained he felt, the tone depleted of all lustre, more so than usual. Was I screaming? Is the question he wants to ask but refrains. Sometimes it is best to not know what words fell from his lips in his sleep. He's certain that some of them might undo the tentative repairs that have been made between them otherwise.
He drops his hands then, making himself move, if only to distract himself from what he had seen, even if all he desires to do is fall back into the sheets and bury himself away. A pace he starts up, counting each step in his head, only pausing when he sees the other holding the steaming cup out as an offering.
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International Asexuality Day… and how I watched Wednesday instead of remembering to finish a doodle of asexual Alastor…
Hello my one follower and anyone else who sees this! I understand that, due to just posting for the first time not too long ago, I have yet to post anything else. Not for much longer! It is International Asexuality Day (IAD) today and I was going to post a silly little doodle of our little aroace icon ALASTOR!!
Unfortunately I got busy… Wellll technically I got to watching Wednesday because my friend begged me to watch it, but THAT’S NOT THE POINT. The point IS that I did not finish the doodle. I will hopefully (and most-likely) be throwing it into the terrifying abyss that is Tumblr tomorrow. Have a lovely day/night my dears! 🙂
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