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I’m probably the sleepiest girl you will ever meet 😴

send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

Who else up craving death at this fine hour of 5 in the goddam morning?

sorrey i am like. so embarrassing oh my god.

Sleeeeeeeeeeep (although it /is/ the weekend...)

ok i didn't go to sleep when i got this bc it was the middle of the afternoon on a saturday, but for all who see this, pls, i beg of you:

send me asks like this whenever you see that I'm actively reblogging posts (or liking, if i keep showing up in your notifs).

if I'm on tumblr, there's a very high chance im supposed to be asleep. that's why I made my url what it is. i literally am Supposed To go to bed at 21:30/9:30pm for health reasons. i DESPISE this. i love nighttime but They want me to sleep at least 10hrs.

idc what time it is where you are. send me asks like this. pls help a sleepy bitch feel rested thank u

I have been SO PRODUCTIVE for a tired hoe who woke up at 9am. I completely cleaned Genji's litterbox, took out the trash in time BEFORE the garbage people who have taken to coming at before noon when in the past it's always been closer to 2 so I keep missing them.

I've paid all my bills and made two medical appointment calls and got things scheduled. Now I really want to go back to bed or I could be smart and try and get some writing done instead before I have to go to the chiropractor at 2.

But sleeeeeeeeeeep

I don’t have a link handy, but google otters in Singapore. Those pictures!

Have you ever included any otters in your Everlark writing? Because that seems like a natural.

Dear Anon...

I needed this. Like seriously. I just turned in a paper right on time (meaning the very minute before the submissions closed). And of course, after I hit submit, I remembered three things I wanted to say but DID NOT. *face palm* And they were IMPORTANT. Bah.

Anyways, otters do me a great deal of good, so thank you for this. I found a link with news and video!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/singapore-otters-wildlife/2021/10/22/9e85c3ac-2afd-11ec-b17d-985c186de338_story.html

As for your question, I actually have not included otters in any of my Everlark writing. Shocking, I know.

But... @rosegardeninwinter once wrote a drabble that featured zoomorphic!Odesta as otters. I cannot for the life of me remember if Everlark were otters as well or another animal, but the Odesta otters were literally cute enough to murder me. Perhaps she might be kind enough to provide us with a link if we beg nicely?

WHEPHEW what a busy weekend. journal-blogging it up bc it was a Good one and i wanna remember it

friday after work started with the birthday party for the town multicultural center!! one of my housemates plays in a marching/brass band and they performed at it, everyone drank free margaritas and had chips/salsa/cupcakes, and then we tried to play a pretty unsucessful game of 4-square with some children and made me realize what a difference height makes in that sport (we had to play in like, Ultra Squat position to be on the same level as the kids, so basically Leg Day).

friday night was ALSO the first Bike Party of the year, where everyone puts on costumes for that month’s theme (this one was “safari”), meet up behind the bike shop and the guy with the solar powered speakers on a bike trailer starts playing a bunch of music, and then we bike up and down main st and wave to the tourists and then have a roving dance party around town. usually in the culverts below the roads, under the highway bridge north of town, or along the bike path past the campgrounds (sometimes picking up extra people from the campsites who feel like partyin). generally you get to an area, dance for 30-45minutes, then bike to the next, dance more, etc. VERY EXERCISE I always forget how tiring it is ;_; but this is the last time it’ll be on a friday for a while cause Tourist Season, so it’s probably the last one me and all my housemates could get to together. we wore our matching zebra onesies (that we got for our blanket fort house party back in february) and there were two other zebras also in attendance. another friend dressed up as “the jungle” and i’m jealous I didn’t think of that first. it was VERY COLD THOUGH like FUCK it snowed for twenty whole minutes in the morning. luckily the onesie is  pretty warm. but we didn’t bike home till about midnight and i was So Sore the next day

saturday!! i was lazy and slept forever which was Excellent and then in the afternoon, met up with another mermaid visiting from Salt Lake with her family! i met up with her at her hotel and we swam in the pool for like 40 minutes before Noping out because it was cold and just sitting in the hot tub to chat instead lol. it was fun though! i’ve never met up with another mermaid for swimming before (the other time i tried we were rained out, but went to the aquarium instead, which was also super awesome) so that was neat! she had a Kariel sequin tail, which i’ve never seen up close before (40,000 sequins!!!!!), so that was cool. 

after that i went to a friends bday party! which started out totally normal (chatting, lots of food, his dad was in town so talked to him a bit), then did a pinata (did u know adults trying to smack a pinata is even more hilarious than than when children do it), then chatted a bit more and at like 10pm people started dancin. except three dudes were sort of alternating selecting songs were like, trying to make the styles as opposing as possible (hardcore rap followed by slow lyrical ballad followed by bouncy disney) and it became kind of a competition to... keep dancing anyway??? no matter how weird the songs got?? culminating in a swaying Hug Circle to My Heart Will Go On, squiggling amoeba-like through the living room and kitchen to envelop Music Selection Dude #2 Who Hated That Song but was standing by the computer and we were worried he was gonna change it, and then everyone just... slowly grabbed his body and held it horizontally, then lifted him into the air and slowly spun him in circles just below the ceiling before gently lowering him onto the floor (where he remained perfectly motionless) and doing synchronized hand waving over his body. IT GOT REALLY WEIRD. but no one questioned it everyone was perfectly silent or singing along to the lyrics until the song ended. what the fuck. i haven’t been part of something That bizarre since college (tho to be fair, there were a Lot of those moments in college). anyway party lasted until a bit after midnight.

TODAY SUNDAY!! at 9am met up with folks to go WHITE WATER RAFTING! it was the going away party for a friend, so we got a bunch of gear together/a pal’s free boat rental for working at a river company, and some personal boats, so 3 boats and about 12 people. second time ive been on the river this season, the first was february and Very cold/total splash guards against the water, but today was the first decent day this week! about 50-60F all day, though the water was a lot colder (although what the fuck is going ON this is the DESERT we should be like in the 70-80s range this time of year). everything went great at first, the rapids were easy, we rafted for a couple hours and then docked at a winery with a helpful pier, and jumped inside for buffet lunch and optional wine tasting. which like, WHAT an excellent concept, i hear they’re doing brunches soon, and whitewater rafting into/out of a fancy brunch seems IDEAL tbh.

...buuuuut we got to the first rapid after the winery/last rapid we were gonna hit of the day and just. totally flipped. we lost back left paddler (who took a drink of wine from his beer can like RIGHT as we went into the rapid smh) almost immediately, and i turned to see what happened to him (i was back right), and noticed that our captain/acting guide was just ALSO GONE??? I still don’t know HOW he fell out i guess he just catapulted on the first big wave... everyone (sans myself) was pretty drunk and at high water level (~15,000cfs) you can go straight through (or, RDTFM, aka “right down the fucking middle”, thats ur whitewater lingo for the day), but it was only at like ~8000cfs today so instead there was just... a rock. so chuck (acting captain) pops up a second later and manages to grab the boat, i haul him in, turn around to see charlie (back left paddle) somehow on the other side of our raft now floating the rapid, and two of the front paddlers trying unsuccessfully to reach him.

 then i look forward and OH GOD there is ANOTHER huge dip in front of us leading to aforementioned rock, and I sort of leapt to the left side/charlie’s spot to try to paddle off it, but no one was paying enough attention to coordinate and so we slammed it and the boat went riiiiiiight over. like, the most dramatic long-ways flip i’ve ever seen, threw/shoved us all down into the water. mostly i was thinking “OH FUCK” but also “SHOULDN’T HAVE BOTHERED PULL CHUCK BACK IN”, was under for maybe 5 seconds total, then popped up right behind the raft. pretty much everyone managed to hold onto the tie line and somehow i guess we also landed on charlie again so he had a hold as well. until we hit the next rock anyway, which popped the boat up for a second/swept me underwater and under the boat, and i ended up hand-over-handing it out onto the front side. which was easier for visibility/expectations but also i could see 10 feet in front of me that my backpack had come unsecured and was floating down the river without me, holding my phone (thankfully in a lifeproof/very waterproof case bc i’m not a Fool who takes electronics on rafting trips with no backup) and driver’s license and glasses hostage. and like 80% of me was ready to dive after it but while i’m an idiot i’m not That much of an idiot so i held onto the boat instead and watched it get farther and farther off. the first of our boats that went through (a  dinghy with two passengers) was waiting for us downstream and seemed like they were gonna get it, but then one of our people got swept way downstream so they were on mission Rescue Susan instead. but anyway after a very charged minute or so that felt more like ten, we managed to kick ourselves into an eddy and get over to the shore. 

at which point i became very confused bc our group now had 3 more people in it than were in our boat??? which is when i realized that our third boat, whcih had been behind us, had also capsized and dunked all passengers. but theirs was still trapped in the current (for like 5 whole minutes just bouncing on top of the first big rapid) so they all swam sans gear to where we ended up. anyway i sloshed to a nearby beach where some concerned rafters were watching (turned out to be our #3 boat guide’s coworkers, who’s company we were renting gear from, whoops), and over a ridge, and saw that boat #1 had sucessfully reclaimed susan, and a kind kayaker had saved both my backpack and one of our paddles. we dried off for a bit and checked everything over miraculously, the only casualties were some hats and sunglasses, one item per every person who flipped. the river gods were kind in their choice of sacrifices today. then we boated the last mile out and lay in the sand warming up until our car shuttle finished, and my friend who’s bday party i went to the night before & his gf & dad boated up RIGHT after us (they were also all at the multicultural center event friday) and laughed at us for having flipped. ah tiny desert towns. you see Everyone everywhere all the time. and i’ll see them again on wednesday for D&D so more mockery inbound.

anyway i got home and me n my roommate (also on the trip) took some VERY long/hot showers, drank some hot chocolate, and then watched cop drama tv shows in bed under the covers for 2 hours before ordering takeout soup and laying in bed some more. now i am laying in bed and about to go to sleep bc i’m exhausted but apparently still enough of an insomniac to never go to bed before midnight.

tired... but... must write... fifth night

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Sleepy Snuggles (Tobin Heath x Reader)

After a rather BRUTAL game against Canada you’re tired, more than tired, luckily Tobin Heath is all to happy to hold you when you fall asleep. 

The game had been rather brutal.  

Not only did it start pouring down rain, but Canada had been as per usual, pretty violent.  

You hadn’t slept all that well the night before and now here you were, nodding off as the bus made its way back to the hotel.  

“Easy there.” Tobin laughs as she catches you when you nearly fall out of your seat.  

“Mmmm, I’m tired Toby.” You yawn and the forward grins, pulling you towards her until your head meets her shoulder.  

“Sleep Y/N, I’ll wake you up when we get to the hotel.” She whispers, leaning her head on top of yours, her cheeks flushed.  

You smile sleepily.  

“Thanks Toby...”  

                                                             ***

“You gonna wake her up?” Christen nods to where you’re fast asleep on Tobin’s shoulder and the forward grins.  

“No, I got her.” She yawns gingerly standing up out of her seat to get off the bus. 

After the bus is entirely empty, she takes you into her arms and carries you out of the bus, your arms slipping around her neck.  

“Toby...?” You mumble, nuzzling into her neck and the brunette’s cheeks flush.  

“Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got you.” She whispers and you grin, sleepily kissing her jawline, the woman stopping dead in her tracks for a moment before heading towards the elevator.  

“Thank you for always taking care of me.” You whisper in her ear and Tobin grins, leaning her head gently against yours as Christen punches the button leading to their floor, Sonnett and the other team’s youngsters slipping inside before the doors slide shut.  

“Someone’s sleepy.” Emily goes to poke you but her hand is swatted away by Tobin.  

“Don’t wake her, she’s really tired.” She whispers and Sonnett smirks when Tobin turns her attention back to you, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.  

“Careful Tobito, your heart eyes are showing.” Lindsey pokes the forward who growls.  

“Shut up.”  

The elevator doors slide open and Tobin makes her escape, moving down the hall towards the room she shares with Christen.  

“Let me get it.” The woman grins. “Wouldn’t want to drop her.” She winks and Tobin’s cheeks flush.  

Christen Press knew Tobin better than Tobin knew Tobin sometimes, the woman immediately catching onto the fact that Tobin had a crush on you the day you came to camp, you and the forward hitting it off.  

Tobin places you gently, in of course, her bed, grinning when you tighten your hold on her neck, not wanting the woman to let go.  

“Oh, you want me to get in bed then?” She teases and you hum, mumbling in your sleep.  

“Yes...” You give her a harder tug and the woman grins, tugging your shoes off and kicking off her own before slipping into bed.  

You shuffle towards her, yawning sleepily as you bury your nose in her neck.  

“Whoa!” Tobin laughs as you climb on top of her, your nose still buried in her neck as you settle on her chest.  

“Someone made their self comfortable.” Christen giggles, snapping a quick picture of the two of you and sending it to the others.

Tobin rolls her eyes, her arms wrapping tightly around you.  

“She’s tired, she had a busy day.” The woman holding you whispers and you let out a growl in your sleep.  

“Shhh, sleepy.” You grumble, cupping Tobin’s cheek, the woman’s brown orbs doubling in size.  

Christen snickers, when she’s able to snap a picture at that exact moment, catching the woman’s reaction.  

“What are you laughing at?” Tobin asks with a pout and the forward shrugs.  

“Not a thing.”  

                                                             ***

It’s well into the night when you wake, your brows furrowing, you let out a yawn, gasping when you realize that the bed beneath you is slowly rising and falling.  

In reality it’s not a bed at all.  

It’s Tobin Heath.  

“Toby?” You whisper and the woman grumbles.  

“Sleeeeeeeeeeep.” She whines and you smile, cheeks flushed as you nuzzle into the woman’s neck.  

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.” You whisper, Tobin mumbling incoherently under her breath before scoffing.  

“You’re cute all the time.” She mumbles, so tired she doesn’t even realize what she’d just said.  

You shake your head, tilting your head back to kiss the underside of her jaw before snuggling back into her neck.  

Tobin’s eyes suddenly flash open, brown orbs as wide as saucers.  

“Did I say that out loud?” She mumbles, and you snort.  

“Yes, and you said that out loud too.” You giggle against her neck and Tobin groans, cheeks blood red.  

“Can we just, forget that happened?” She whines and you snort.  

“Nope.” You laugh against her neck and Tobin whines louder.  

“Shhhh.” Christen growls from her bed and you stiffen, tilting your head back so your lips are closer to Tobin’s ear.

“Don’t wake the bear.”  

The forward giggles, meanwhile the woman asleep in the other bed growls louder.  

“Okay, okay. Night Pressy.” You giggle and Christen hums happily before immediately passing back out.  

“Night Toby.” You whisper against her neck and Tobin beams.  

“Night Y/N.”  

                                                             ***

You wake the following morning to a loud snore, your eyes immediately flashing open.  

You pull back, blinking to clear your blurred vision which eventually does clear, revealing that the loud snore had come from Tobin’s open mouth.  

“Jesus Christ, it’s like sleeping with a bear.” You giggle the woman’s brows furrowing in her sleep.  

You smile, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the woman’s nose twitching as it brushes her face.

You do it again, purposely this time, the woman swatting at her nose with a grumble.

“No.” She grumbles, her eyes fluttering open.  

Sleepy brown orbs peer through the small gap between her eyelids and Tobin grumbles.  

“Y/N. No.” She grumbles again, pulling you back towards her.  

"You know it’s 11AM right?” You turn to the alarm clock, noting that Christen is no longer in the room.  

Tobin scoffs.  

“Free day.” Tobin says simply and you blush as she pulls you back against her chest.  

“So, you plan on keeping me in bed all day?” You ask, ducking your head to bury your nose back in her neck.  

“Yeah, is that a problem?” She asks, grinning when she feels your arms slide around her, pulling her close.  

“Not at all.”

Prompt (please!): He very badly does not want to be the villain in Hermann’s story.

okay this is LITERALLY the sappiest thing on god. i can’t even.

When Newt is twenty-seven, he agrees to meet Doctor Hermann Gottlieb after spending almost four years writing to him.

By then, they've switched to email, so Hermann replies within the hour—even though he should be asleep—, and Newt can see that he's just as excited as Newt is, and it shows in his writing, and Newt smiles a little at it and thinks, like he has been every time this happens for the last two years, I love you.

And it goes terribly.

There's shouting—from both of them—, but Newt is definitely the bigger jerk here, because he's the one who started it, and in another world, or maybe just on another day, he'd say fuck it and never speak to Hermann again, but—

He very badly does not want to be the villain in Hermann's story.

So he licks his lips and swallows back the lump in his throat and dries his tears and writes an apology—on paper, because in the words of his father, "If you care about someone you'll take the extra mile to show them it", and he knows that an email will seem more dismissive to Hermann than a letter.

It's a tense few weeks until he gets a reply, and Hermann is—understandably—stiffer in his reply, but it still makes Newt sigh with relief, because—because it isn't forever. Hermann (probably) doesn't hate him.

They never get back to what they had before, though, and that—that hurts, yeah, but Newt's going to let Hermann take the lead on this, because honestly, it's the least he can do.

Hermann does mention that he's going to get transferred to the Hong Kong Shatterdome, though, and Newt nearly vibrates out of his skin with excitement because he's getting transferred there as well, and that means he'll get to see Hermann.

He's anxious—of course he is—but he just wishes Hermann good luck on the trip—the physicist is...not fond of planes—and spends the day pacing the lab trying not to scream, though whether from excitement or terror or both he doesn't know.

"Oh god," he groans, at eleven the night before his flight, "he's going to hate me. He's going to hate me."

And then he laughs, because, uh, this is a little bit ridiculous, honestly.

Newt gets there a day before Hermann does, so he gets to spend it unpacking his equipment and getting his stuff arranged and poking around the 'dome a bit to familiarise himself.

There's a pretty nice roof, and Newt thinks it'd be a pretty nice place for a picnic or a midnight smoke or something, and that, of course, makes him think of Hermann, who he knows smokes when he's stressed, even though the Shatterdomes all have no-smoking policies, which makes him wonder if Hermann's ever snuck out to take a smoke break.

Probably.

The thought sends him down a train of frankly embarrassing, domestic thoughts, and then he's blushing in the cool, evening air, the wind ruffling his hair slightly, and he wishes he could blame it on that but he fucking can't because, god, he's so gone on Hermann. Still.

He groans and leans against the wall, dropping his face into his hands. "Get a grip on yourself, Geiszler," he whispers, "Hermann's going to be here tomorrow."

He scuffs the toe of his boot on the ground and then opens the door and goes back down into the 'dome proper.

Hermann gets there the next day—Newt doesn't see him until long after he's all settled in, of course, and then it's only because he runs into him when going to dinner. He nearly does a double-take, too—Hermann's changed...a lot. And, uh, not for the worse.

His hair is longer than when Newt last saw him—he must have let the undercut grow out, and the top flops over onto his forehead, brushed to one side. It's obviously DIY, but really fucking adorable, and accentuates his sharp facial features. In short, Newt is in trouble.

"Hermann!" he exclaims, scrambling to catch up to the other. "Uh—hi! Long time, no, uh, see! How are you?"

Hermann looks startled for a moment before he says, "Ah—Newton. Hello."

"Hi!" Newt chirps again, and then groans. "Ugh, sorry, I'm just—excited to see you!"

He's just about to start panicking because his brain's caught up to his mouth and that's really incriminating, oh my god, Newton, seriously? but then Hermann gives him a smile—surprised, but genuine. "No, don't apologise," he says, "I confess, I am rather—pleased to see you as well, Newton."

There's a second where they just stare at each other awkwardly, and then Newt blurts out, "Uh, want to go for—for dinner?" And then realises how that sounds and backtracks with, "I mean—eating—it's dinner-time—"

"That'd be lovely," Hermann interrupts, putting a hand on his arm. "I am rather peckish, and...I'd rather like to, er, catch up—it's been years since we've seen each other."

"Oh!" Newt says, and chokes back a hysterical laugh. "Uh—uh, yeah, um, any—any preference?"

Hermann shakes his head. "No, I trust you to pick," he says, and he's still smiling at Newt and holding his arm and Newt thinks he's going to fucking die. He's going to fucking die and it's going to be Hermann Gottlieb's fault and somehow that thought isn't actually too bad, which, uh—

"It's a date then!" Newt says, and his cheeks heat up. "I mean—it's not—u—unless that's something you want, but like, no pressure, dude, seriously, ugh, just kill me now—"

"It is," Hermann agrees, and smiles even more widely, and, well. Maybe things are finally going his way.

Home from Gallifrey One and very, very, very tired, which is what happens when your body stubbornly refuses to adjust to Pacific time and then you get maybe three hours of sleep before a 6am flight. So here are a few photos with short captions, which is about all I’m capable of posting right now. Hopefully complex sentence capability will return tomorrow, after sleeeeeeeeeeep.

Nicole helping me pack.

View from the balcony I shared with @kiteplatypuswhatever​.

Badge on the first day, before ribbon-collecting began in earnest. (The top two are mine, and Gally once again made pronoun ribbons available for everyone.)

Fluevog fans unite! Clockwise from top left: @missperkigoth​ in Enneagram Peacemakers, Brewsternorth in Radio CBCs, @hideandsqueek​ in East End Kitcheners, @thetumblrofrassilon​ in Miracles, and me in Prepare Guides.

The Girl Scouts’ Dalek built out of cookie boxes. They put a Scout in there!

Appa cosplayer with plush cabbage YESSSSSS

Temporary Tattoo of Rassilon

The Marriott made and sold cookies printed with the beloved old carpet pattern, with $1 from each sale going to Gally’s charity this year, Children’s Hospital of Los Angeles.

Literally the best Gally swag I’ve ever seen: handmade matchboxes with tiny shrunken people inside, as seen in part 2 of Spyfall. The person who made these told me that she made 180 of them and that it took her 24 hours to do so. She printed out her new matchbox covers, removed the covers from existing matchboxes, and glued everything in place. I am still in awe and very pleased @kiteplatypuswhatever​ snagged me one.

Beelzebub cosplayer! @violetimpudence​ adored Beelzebub, so I had to take a photo.

time to sleeeeeeeeeeep

night yall <3

Shut Your Eyes, Kiss Me Goodnight, And Sleep

@lonelyboy-in-space

Done!

Title is from Sleep by MCR

Summery: Luther has has a terrible sleep schedule, so instead he tries to fix his body to the point of delirium and passing out.

No matter how many times his siblings made fun of him for it, the moon did do terrible things to Luther Hargreeves' mind. Total isolation for four years messes with a lot of things, like, I don't know, your sleep schedule. He would do his research, unbeknownst to him, for days. Time was wierd up there. On earth, that didn't translate well. Luther would spend his nights laying awake, memories playing on repeat in his head.

Momories of running through town, yelling Five's name. Memories of Ben bleeding out in his arms. Memories of watching Diego pack his bags and climb out his window a week later. Memories of the others following in his footsteps. Memories of the warehouse blowing up and feeling the life seep out if him with his blood. Memories of waking up in a different body.

So what else was there to do but train? Train until his muscles ached, until he could barely move, until he couldn't keep his eyes open. And still, he kept going. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept going he could fix himself. Fix this body his father gave him without his permission.

He hit his special punching bags with all his might, feeling the aching in his arms spread to his shoulders, up his shoulder blades, then to his head. The wprld around him was slow and out of focus. What was Vanya yelling? Something about a family meeting? She looked irratated. His eyes fluttered shut, and Vanya's yelling went from annoyed to concerned in a blink. The last thing he saw was his sister running towards him, then his vision went black.

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"WHAT THE HE LL WAS HE THINKING, WORKING UNTIL HIS BODY FUC KING GAVE OUT ON HIM? WAS HE F UCKING POSSESED?"

"Diego, if he was possesed by anything, i would know."

The conversation Luther woke up to was ridiculous, to say the least. Why did he work until his body gave out on him? To fix himself. He had to, because if he didn't, he would probably wouldn't let himself live much longer.

"GUYS!" Ben yelled. "He's awake."

All the sudden all eyes were on him, and his face felt hot.

"Great, now I can ask him." Diego said. "WHAT THE F UCK WERE YOU THINKING?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He said incredulously.

"Diego, calm down..."

"NO, IM NOT GONBA CALM DOWN. LUTHER, YOU DEPRIVED YOURSELF OF SLEEP, FOOD, AND WATER, AND YOU WORKED OUT UNTIL YOUR HEART NEARLY STOPPED!" He lowered his voice for a moment. "You scared the shi t out of me."

"I'm sorry... I just..." he said, before pausing.

"Just what, Luther?" Allison asked.

"I DONT WANT TO LOOK LIKE THIS ANYMORE! I couldnt sleep, and I thought that, if I tried, I could..."  he trailed off. " I just wanted to like myself again." He said quietly.

The silence following that statement made Luther feel even more upset than before. Blinking back tears became harder, and eventually, they started rolling freely down his face. His breathe hitched, and sobs started racking his shoulders.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

Klaus was the first one to move, wrapping his arms around Luther's neck and pulling his head to his shoulder. "There, there. Don't be sorry, please don't cry... guys I need some backup!"

Allison came to his rescue, gently rubbing his upper back. "Luther, we understand, but this isn't healthy! And I know thats rich coming from me, but there are better ways to deal with it. We could get Pogo to find out how to reverse engineer the syrum! We all would help, and we might be able to get you back to normal."

"Dont do that."

"What?"

"Give me hope."

They froze for a second, before noticing Luther's smile. They burst out laughing.

"I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE SHOWED YOU MEMES!" Klaus yelled in protest as Luther chuckled into his shoulder.

Once everything had calmed down, they dragged him to his room and pushed him onto his bed. The others said goodnight and went to sleep, exept Klaus.

Klaus kissed his forehead and firmly told him to sleep, before laying down next to him. "Klaus, what are you-"

"Shhh. Sleeeeeeeeeeep."

Dannng yttd is darker than i thought

Okay first off ima be talking about Your Time To Die chapter 1 and Danganronpa thh + sdr cuz i havent finished anything past that. So spoilers for thise three.

At first when i found out about the game (yttd) i was like

“Sweet, its free and its a murder game similar to danganronpa”

But BOI WAS I KINDA WRONG?

i think what scars me lol is that in danganronpa they have the choice to commit murder or live in peace. They dont need to kill anyone (but yeah i guess the funhouse in SDR was the only exception since they would starve?)

I mean they had proper housing, they were given food, in fact they probably could’ve lived on the island peacefully but of course i get wanting to return to their old lives and find out what happened to their loved ones.

Anyway, when a dr character comits murder and gets caught, well i feel bad yes but at the same time its still their choices that led to their death. They werent really FORCED to kill someone. And its not like they didnt mostly get along as seen in the segments between murders.

In your turn to die, they dont actively make that choice? Idk i mean im only on the first half of the first chaptor sooooo maybe im wrong but

Theyre just forced to vote even when they’ve done nothing wrong? Its so disturbing to me but at the same time i love the concept and game. Im just facinated by the differences and the moral dilemma they both put me through lol.

Infact i was playing through some of it when i was supposed to be sleeping and the jumpscares i guess? Scared the crap outta me and i couldent sleep so ive been awake since yesterday ayeeeeeeeee im sleep deprived! :D the stalker thing friggin got to me man

Also i guess that the cast in yttd are half kids/teens and half adults whereas in danganronpa everyone is a highschool student so technically they’re kids. Actually the second game kinda confuses my point since the sdr cast is actually older but they were put back in their “pre-despair” bodies so meh idk

And then theres that death march club? Game about kindergarteners murdering eachother or something so like i guess danganronpa : another episode but with more kids???? Lol idk anymore im so sleep deprived nothing rlly amkes sense yet everything is so clear rn

Welp thats my useless opinion k bai im gonna try to survive today with no sleeeeeeeeeeep

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Coffee mugs, teacups, or water bottles? I’m not crazy about liquid-holding stuff, but I’d go with water bottles if I had to pick. Bubblegum or cotton candy? As in, those two as flavors? Bubblegum. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I wouldn’t know but I wouldn’t be surprised if they found me unremarkable. I never recited, got average grades at the first half of grade school, and never really made an effort for the teachers to recognize me. I didn’t start taking stuff seriously till the second half of elementary. Do you prefer to drink soda from cans, bottles or cups? I prefer to pass on the soda. Earbuds or headphones? Earphones.

Movies or TV? Movie, definitely. Favorite smell in the summer? THE BEACH!!!!!!!!! And seafood being grilled at beachside, yummmmm. Game you were best at in P.E./gym? Table tennis. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? On an average day, I skip breakfast. But when my dad is home, he always makes me eat something, and usually that’s fried eggs and hotdogs with white bread. Sometimes he’ll fry rice and pair it with leftovers from last night. Name of your favorite playlist? Right now, it’s a playlist I titled ‘things I wish I said’ and it’s dedicated to Nacho. Lanyard or key ring? My key ring is attached to my lanyard, so that I never forget both my ID and my keys when leaving for school. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Fruitella. Or anything that’s chewy and fruit-flavored (which is still weird to me, considering I hate fruits). Favorite book you had to read for school? Dekada ‘70 and Without Seeing the Dawn. Most comfortable position to sit in? Improperly.

Most frequently worn pair of shoes? I think it’s my pair of Onitsuka Tiger sneakers, but not sure. I don’t keep count. Ideal weather? This question is on like 1 out of 5 surveys, ugh. I like bleak and cold weather. Pencils or pens? Pens. Obsession from childhood? The TV shows Hi-5 and Spongebob. And pogs. Favorite crystal? I don’t think I have any. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Sulk and complain. Unless I’m at the beach. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Sleeeeeeeeeeep in, take surveys, and stay in bed wrapped in a blanket. Five songs to describe you? I’m not feeling like anything right now, so I don’t think any of them would be able to describe me. Best way for someone to bond with you? Have samgyupsal with me :) Top 5 favorite Vines? “Come to Del Taco! They have fre...free sh...FREE SHAVACADO” “There’s only one things worse than a rapist – boom” “A child!” “No–” “T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TARGET” “Has anyone ever told you you look like Beyonce?” “...No they usually tell me I look like Shalisa” “Who the fuck is that?” “ME” “Ahhhh, stop, I coulda dropped my croissant” Ads you have stuck in your head? None of them because fuck them all. Average time you fall asleep? 10-11 PM. Sometimes a little later than 11. What is the first meme you remember seeing? Oh man I hopped on that train pretty early. I reached the very first batch of meme comics that came from 9GAG, e.g. the Y U NO guy, the FFFFFFUUUUU– guy, Forever Alone, Bad Luck Brian, the original trollface etc. Suitcase, duffel bag, or backpack? Backpack. I don’t use the other two. Lemonade or tea? Lemonade. Last person you texted? Gabie, I think. I didn’t talk to anybody all day because depression hit bad today, so I can’t remember all that well. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jackets, they’re usually more spacious. Favorite type of jacket? Windbreakers or hoodies. Favorite scent for soap? I don’t have a preference, soap should just smell nice for me lmao. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Honestly, none of these but if I had to go with one, I’d pick sci-fi. What clothes do you sleep in? Thin and short ones, because I like feeling more cold than warm. Favorite type of cheese? FETA!!!!!!!!!!! What saying or quote do you live by? I don’t like relying on quotes. What are you currently stressed about? Right now, nothing. I’m just feeling down in general. Favorite font? I use Proxima Nova for all my reviewers and school notes, because to me it looks pleasant. It’s actually the default font that my org uses to maintain our branding, and since I’ve worked on a lot of documents for the org, the habit of using Proxima just carried over to my irl files and I ended up liking it. What did you learn from your first job? Proofread every single goddamn thing you write 10, 15 times. From internship. I thought I was decent until my emails were bombarded with copy edits. Favorite fairy tale? None. Favorite tradition? Like, in general? My elementary/high school has a tradition of extending recess break and giving away either free ice cream or slices of our homemade tarts for the feast day of the Assumption of Mary. It’s always one of the most exciting times of the school year. Talent you're proud of having? Reading people. It’s more of a skill than talent, but still. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? I hate questions like this that force me to be creative, so I’ll pass. If you were an anime character, what genre of anime would it be? No thanks. Character you relate to? Monica Geller. Favorite website from your childhood? Y8, probably. And YouTube. Any scars? [trigger warning: self harm] One on my eyebrow, another on one of my toes, and I still have my scars from when I cut myself a few weeks back. Favorite flower? I like any except anthurium. Any good luck charms? Not really. Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Rootbeer/cola and buko. Left or right handed? Right. Least favorite pattern? I dunno if I have a least favorite one... I don’t really pay attention. Worst subject in school? Like, my least favorite among the ones I’m currently taking? Probably layout class. Favorite weird flavor combo? This isn’t a flavor but I’m willing to have mayo with a bunch of other food. When did you lose your first tooth? I was either in Kinder 2 or in Prep, so I was 5-6. Favorite potato food? French fries. Gas station coffee or grocery store sushi? I’ll take the sushi. The gas stations here look so filthy. Earth tones or jewel tones? Earth tones. Do you call them fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies. PC or console gaming? Consoles. I’ve never played on PC before. Writing or drawing? Writing. Podcasts or talk radio? Barbie or Polly Pocket? Fairy tales or mythology? I hate both. Cookies or cupcakes? Your greatest fear? Being humiliated in front of a crowd and losing my loved ones are two big ones. Your greatest wish? To have a lot of money later on in life haha. Who would you put before everyone else? G. Lamps, overhead lights, fairy lights, or sunlight? Overhead. Nicknames? Robyn, Byn, Reben, Rolayn. Favorite season? The season where it rains all day and it generally gets slightly colder. We don’t really have a name for it other than the wet season. Favorite app on your phone? Twitter. What is your desktop background? It’s one of the default Apple backgrounds but I picked the landscape that has a pinkish hue. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Four. Favorite historical era? I like all of them but in terms of social history, probably the Victorian era and the 1900s-1950s. There are some very interesting anecdotes about the way they used to live in terms of cuisine, sanitation, education, etc.