#beyond exhausted

[areyouwell]

lmao i kinda dropped that new title and dipped didn't i...?

where've i been? working, i'm afraid. however it should get better soonish, currently lookin for a new manager i can train up and step down. it was fine when i was in a writing slump for like, a year or so, but now im back in it i wanna balance my time a bit better <3

i won't have another day off for a while, and im slowly working on Ut Supra Sic Infra because im so excited for it, i made a banner and everything :(

[astraskylark]

Just made 40 momos cause we misjudged the amount of cabbage we needed I never wanna see another momo again

[diivineray]

I’m over today

[shannonofthezteam]

6.10.24 Exhaustion/Delirium

We flew overnight and landed in Reykjavik at 6:00 AM local time. Then, we jumped onto our connection flight to Helsinki, landing at 2:00PM local time.

It took some time to take the train to Helsinki's Central Station and to find our apartment. So, once we settled, we were completely spent. John and I took a 13 minute nap (I know it was 13 minutes because we set an alarm), and then it was off to dinner. After dinner, grocery shopping K Market for some breakfast foods in the morning.

Since we were exhausted and the kids have had quite a few "moments" today, my photos are not great. I promise to improve on my photos and storytelling once I get some ZZZs. Thanks for your patience.

[bowofbalance]

I just won at life, I want to go to bed and sleep for 5000 years

[spielzeugkaiser]

I did it!! I did it with quite the fever, shaking out of my skin because I had the fever shakies and half dead, but I got my degree! Wooo

[mmmairon]

Home was the only place left.

Prints

[petrichoraline]

[gomzdrawfr]

he doesn't like to share

[mamawasatesttube]

this might be mean but. it really ticks me off when people respond to authors and artists wishing for actual community and engagement with their works by saying "oh but you see im just so anxious i cannot offer you any kind words." with the optional "but do please keep making things for me anyway!" because like...

a) do you understand how anxiety-inducing it can be to pour a little piece of your soul into a work of art and share it publicly? i feel like you don't see the people creating these things as people like you and that is an issue. we are people who just really love a thing and want to talk about it with other people who also love that thing.

but moreover, and this is the part that might be mean, b) damn why doesn't your anxiety prevent you from making excuses to us then? i wish it did! like if you're SO anxious about a fic author blocking you for saying something nice, why are you not anxious about getting blocked for telling that author "okay but i don't want to comment on your works though"??? because i can tell you which of these two things is way more likely to piss me off and it isn't the comment.

like. idk man. if you really don't want to comment on and engage with people's creative works, no one can force you to. but also consider maybe not commenting on and engaging with those people's posts just to explain that you don't want to comment on/engage with their works. if you are so committed to staying quiet and being a passive consumer then commit to the bit and stop asking creative people who put way more of themselves out there than you are to pat you on the back and reassure you that you'll still keep getting free content even if you can't do so much as drop a "this was really good!" in the comments.

[delicioustarong]

Oof I finally have a few hours for myself---

Anyways! References! Here are the reference sheets for my AU "Beyond Reach" it's messy but it gets the job done :3

I have a few illustrations planned for this au, so stay tuned hehehe

[semisolidmind]

How long do you think Y/N was stuck inside playtime, saving the toys she did and defeating the prototype? A couple days? A week?

I imagine after all that, Y/N took a long and hot shower after all that. If not immediately passing out from the lack of proper food and medical aid

idk. the game makes it all feel like it's happening pretty fast. it looks dark outside in the first chapter, so the player is there at night or early morning. once they get deeper into the factory, you obviously can't tell time by daylight, and i don't think you can see any clocks anywhere.

id wager the timeline of the game takes place over about a week? maybe less? if each game only takes a few hours to complete, it's maybe happening over the span of only a couple days?

but yeah, regardless of how long it takes, the player would probably pass out as soon as they and any of their rescued toys are away from any danger. as soon as everyone is settled in the house, y/n is passing out and not waking back up for at least a day or two.

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

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[glitchdecay]

bakugo "great explosion murder god dynamight" katsuki really said "hell nah i ain't letting my homoerotic partner bestie since childhood rot in quirklessness for the rest of his life" and if that ain't peak gay shonen i don't know what is

[azaracyy]

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