#i feel like i haven't slept at all

[benevolentvampire]

why am i so tired

[raycatzdraws]

ribbonwood

[longmaxsilvarg]

something about max being dressed in lighter colors at the beginning of the game vs her almost being dressed in all black / just straight up dark colors near the end just scratches my brain so good

[whenfatecollides]

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[actual-changeling]

Seasons pass and wither, and hidden within the slow, wet drag of London is a flame which remains unchanged in the face of winter. The heat leaves with a quiet exhale, and takes the colour of the world with it, stealing first green, then golden-browns from the trees, eternally growing.

As the winds pick up and uselessly attempt to erode the blue-white memory burned into a cream patch of carpet, the flame flickers despite them, growing and shrinking, defying the constant fall of rain. The sky opens above them over and over again, the lightning seen from the window a message, a plea. Painting condensation onto the glass, the flame watches the violet violent flashes with melting disdain and growing regret.

There has never been a path carved into the heavens they could have walked without extinguishing themself and being lost to the wisps of smoke drifting towards earth. Yet they breathe until the window clears and they can recount the song of a nightingale between lightning and thunder.

Storms pass, return, linger for hours and days, and the flame lives it through it all. Light comes in many shapes, they relearn, caught in the company of a tentatively flickering golden glow that is still adjusting to sharing space with more atoms and electrons than themself. They carry no warmth, only a probing curiosity for the charcoal smears the flame leaves on everything they touch.

I'm burning myself up, they say, flickering red, orange, blue.

Does it hurt?

Only if I let it.

Silence fills the smoke-riddled air after that, heavy with confusion and pity, blackened by the residue the flame grinds into the carpet whenever they try to extinguish themself. Waiting, waiting, waiting, through passing storms and snow, through melting frost and the return of sunshine.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, the flame flickers through it all, hoping for the return of their spark before they are nothing but smoldering ashes and slowly dripping wax.

[soliloquent-stark]

y'all it's my sweetheart's birthday today 🥹💗

[dbphantom]

How its been going if I'm being quite honest

[yohankang]

hiiii besties i'm back <3

[llondonfog]

me, a slut for feverish, sick whump prompts

also me, currently sick: if i can't breathe in the next hour im going to claw out my sinuses with the nearest blunt object-

[eepybubble]

the exhaustion is quite literally never ending

[oculusxcaro]

Home sick today so not sure what I'm going to be today and tomorrow, sadly. I was also requested to cover Easter this coming week so going to be busy at work on top of being unwell. Save me. 🥴

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm just so annoyed with myself

everything's fine. everything's good, even! I'm having a nice time painting stupid things and watching the x-files. awesome!

then. all of a sudden everything is just sooo bad again. like come on! I'm tired of this. it feels really bad. like. it goes from "everything is fine" to "guess I should just die" from one moment to the next.

[imwritesometimes]

I will not have a second cup of coffee. No matter how sleepy I am. Second cup of coffee is the mind killer. The stomach annihilator. The anxiety escalator.

[thereigning-lorelai]

i just want my energy back to create something. i've been sick for almost 3 weeks now and i can’t find any energy or motivation (or maybe even enough inspiration) to finish anything. i just want to feel better again. 😭

[pardonmydelays]

good luck at your new job!!! i hope you'll love it!

thank you so much edith!!! i hope so too!

[youngeditor1999]

OPE. 😳😶‍🌫️🫣😩🫡