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murk888 · 3 months
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YOOO I MADE SPAMTON SYMBOL ART
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lastoreadoras · 1 year
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Petplay.
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nicknelsonblog · 8 months
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nick and charlie
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softquietsteadylove · 11 months
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I know you've already written several of these, but I wanted to ask if you could write a nightmare scene. A scene in which Thena has a violent nightmare and lashes out wildly in her sleep. Gilgamesh tries to calm her down or wake her up without hurting himself or her.
Gil's eyes split open in the dark of his room. His fire was down to small embers, but it wasn't the chill that had woken him. It was faint, but it was a vibration that alerted him to something happening in the room next to his.
He looked up, waiting for another sign of anything. It took a few minutes, but he heard another thump of something. He pushed his covers back and prepared to make the chilly walk to the room next door.
Thena had always had nightmares, and the cold really wasn't helping.
Gil padded to her door, knocking gently before entering. He waited, but the fact that he hadn't woken her was a sign that she was quite deep in sleep, and whatever visions were plaguing her. "Thena?"
The room was a disaster. Blankets and sheets and furs slashed to pieces as if a battle had taken place. It would be easy to assume that an assailant had tried to sneak into the Warrior Eternal's chambers. But it was just her, tangled in what remained of her bedding.
"Oh, Thena," Gil sighed as he closed her door behind her. She was both sweating and trembling, which didn't surprise him, considering how cold she was here all the time.
The battle today had been long, and draining in a plethora of ways. Thena had just barely dragged herself back to the palace, leaning on him all through dinner.
"No," she panted, seeming feverish as her body spasmed in the bed, "please!"
"Thena, I'm here," Gil whispered, approaching the bed carefully. He jumped back just in time to avoid one of her blades.
She was made for war, and sleep wasn't strong enough to keep her from it.
"Please don't!" she whimpered, hands held aloft, sometimes still and sometimes twitching and clawing. Then they were fabricating a blade and lashing out. "No!"
"Thena," he raised his voice faintly, hoping to wake her gently. He didn't want to get hurt, but more importantly, he didn't want her to hurt herself in the process. He inhaled, pulling some energy into his palms, "wake up."
"Gil," she whispered, and sounded distressed when she did. "Gil, please help."
"I'm right here, Solnyshkuh," he attempted to soothe her. He didn't know what was happening in her mind, but he must have been taken from her by force. It was the only way he was ever parting with her.
"Gil," she mumbled out miserably, hands back to clawing at the air.
He swept forward, pressing his palms to hers. His energy met hers, the two fizzling and sparking against each other. He wove their fingers together, letting out a breath as her Cosmic Energy and its deadliness receded. Her hands softened, her fingers sliding against his to cling to him.
She stilled.
"Thena?" he whispered, still holding her hands together with his. He leaned down, nudging her head with his, "hey."
"Hm," she blinked as her eyes finally cracked open. They were hazy and unfocused--nothing like the Warrior Eternal. "Gil?"
"Hey," he cooed, pressing his lips to her forehead as he helped her sit up using his hands for leverage. He moved with her, only leaning as far away as strictly necessary. His head hovered close to hers, "you okay?"
"Wh-" Thena looked away from him around the rest of the room. Her fire was still reasonably stoked, and now with a few scraps of material in it. She looked around at the damage she had done. "Did I...?"
"Nightmare," he whispered, running his thumb along the bony ridge of her hand. "You remember?"
She shook her head.
"Okay." It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was awake now, and he could comfort her properly. He pulled her closer until she could settle in his lap, like she would when they went to the bath house together. "Never mind that."
Thena inhaled with her face pressed against his neck, nuzzling in to bury her nose in the collar of his sleeping robes.
She was shaking. Gil tightened his hold on her, pressing his much warmer cheek to hers, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
Thena said nothing, burrowing against him for comfort against an unknown, unseen enemy. Her fist closed around a handful of his robes, holding onto him with desperation.
"Come on," Gil said equally soft and decisive in tone, standing and hefting her - not that there was much to heft - into his arms.
"Where?" she sighed, although it couldn't be said that she protested at all as her arms looped around his neck.
"My bed," he clarified, as if it needed saying. He walked back to his room, leaving them to decide what to do about her bed chambers later. "It's nice and warm."
"And in one piece?"
"I was gonna say comfy," he chuckled, and felt her smile against his cheek as a reward. He leaned his head against her, "you need to rest."
Thena let him close his door and set her on the bed. She immediately snuggled into the spot where he had previously been lying, taking up half the space while on her side.
Gil chuckled, coming back to her after tossing a few more logs onto the fire. He slipped back into the bed, letting her take the warmest spot for herself. He was warm enough. He wrapped his arms around her, always happy to enjoy how cuddly she was when she was cold. "Better?"
"Hm," she purred, burying her face against his chest as she made herself comfortable.
"I keep telling you to come to bed with me," he reminded her as he listened to the sweet music of her dozing off.
"I'm trying to sleep, Gilgamesh."
"Okay, later," he promised, kissing the top of her head (since her face was pressed into his chest at the moment). "I'm just saying-"
"Shush."
"Yes, dear."
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Thingy I drew in class on our school tablets while I definitly should have been doing something else
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redflagsandbanners · 2 years
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Nancy Wheeler in last night's smeared makeup.
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hcneycrxsp · 9 months
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"......F........uck."
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ladydelaisol · 4 months
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GTI Munna needs a hug.
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fazcinatingblog · 7 months
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When your friend gets a photo with Angus but it looks like Andrew and then you realise all brayshaws look the same
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chaiaurishq · 7 months
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Robert Frost once wrote “a poem begins with a lump in the throat,” & i’ve swallowed enough words to know that if Dickinson had known we’d title her poems after she specifically didn’t, she would have sent strongly worded emails. If Hemingway knew we would disregard his own admission that there was no symbolism in the old man & the sea, he would have tweeted endlessly. If Shakespeare ever thought we’d doubt he wrote all he did, he would have blogged all of his drafts for the world to see. If Fitzgerald ever could have, he would have instagrammed a thousand photos of Zelda, each with a caption as fascinatingly juvenile & romantic as when he wrote ‘i love her & that is the beginning & the end of everything,’ only for Salinger to out do him by saying ‘she wasn't doing a thing that i could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.’ & these are the thoughts that remind me, these great minds & poets & writers of history would love to be as much a part of our world, as we do of theirs.
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sunset-peril · 2 years
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divorce-enjoyer · 4 months
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well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object
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loathsome-sickness · 4 months
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"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen
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punk-dad-sharkz · 4 months
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guy who says "FUCK!" to every minor inconvenience x guy who says "oopsie daisies" to earth shattering catastrophes
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