#lie down. try not to cry. cry a lot.

[gamelpar]

keepsake /ˈkiːpseɪk/ noun a small item kept in memory of the person who gave it or originally owned it.

[misskriemhilds]

[sysig]

Can I request a pokemon drawing? Was thinking mewtwo but idk whoever whatever!

Day 11 - Quiet pls

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.2

Paul was gone. But I wasn’t heartbroken.

I was the daughter of a doctor, after all, and I knew that hearts don’t break.

Bones break.

But hearts?

Hearts are a muscle.

They tear, a slow agonising stretch of fibres fraying as they’re pulled apart under the weight of loss.

They rupture, leaving ragged edges in the tissue of our very being.

They bruise, the dull ache a constant reminder that something integral has been damaged, crushed by forces it was never meant to withstand.

Hearts don’t break.

Because a break sounds too clean, too easy, for what this was.

beginning / previous / next

[unstopable8000]

I didn't expect a cover of Supreme Ruler's Coronation to make me EMOTIONAL today but I gues that's what's happening now.

[byberbunk2069]

got it bad, friends

[leonelmolinari]

WAAAAAA I CAN'T!!!!!! (UNDERTALE YELLOW SPOILERS)

THIS IS TOO MUCH!! I DIDN'T WANT TO CRY THIS MUCH SINCE THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED OMORI WAAAAAAAAAA

"I'm gonna do a genocide route later"- MY ASS!!!

JESUS CHRIST HOW I'M GONNA BRING MYSELF ONTO DOING A GENOCIDE ROUTE AFTER THAT!??!?!? I CAN'T DUDE!!! I JUST FUCKING CAN'T WAAAAAAAAAA

[fuckitupconnie]

[honestlyobsessed]

Me when this webtoon:

[youngpettyqueen]

losing my goddamn mind over Stamets referring to Adira as his child

[daz4i]

man if anyone else was in my situation I'd tell them "noooo don't listen to the people in your life who tell you you're making excuses and just being lazy, it's clear that you're in pain, not to mention executive dysfunction makes everything so much harder and depression draining you immediately after one action, be kinder to yourself" however. i am not anyone else

[neobisexual]

had a very intense semi lucid dream last night where i was the daughter/acolyte of an insane cult leader/my dad who performed non consenual surgery on me and molested and raped me. it inspired me to start writing a lil sci fi novella but also to clean out my closet and find my vibrator cuz i was desperate for it after waking up lmfao

[pooklet]

me: well, at least the cakebreads work without traits. that’s annoying, but i only have a few generations left, so i think i can live with tha—

2 frames per second glitch:

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

Eternal Diva Fic (Part 14)

WE DID IT, WE HIT THE END BOYS. Augh god, I did not think it would take this long to post, but here we are: this is the final part of this fic! I can return to doing other things now (joke).

Trigger warning for a mention of stabbing (a picture was stabbed with a knife)

Also spoiler warnings for the whole prequel trilogy!

Word Count: 1.1k / Previous

I glanced up at the ladder and the escape hatch of the sub.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I would be racing to climb out of here if I knew where it was.  …Now I somehow was getting cold feet.

“They’ll think I’m holding you for ransom if you just keep standing there,” Descole joked.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I started to climb up, but paused right before the hatch.  I looked down at the masked man.  He looked inquisitive to why I stopped. “...Bye.  And… thanks.”

“...Goodbye.”

I guess neither of us wanted to drag this out, or could find a way to.

I unscrewed the hatch and popped the top open.  Thankfully, it was night time, so I wasn’t assaulted by the brightness of the sun.

I quickly heard a small chorus of my name.  There were Luke, Emmy, and the Professor.  I slid down the sub, and almost immediately after I hopped off, it took off for deeper water.

“No--!” Emmy tried to run after it and looked half-ready to jump into the water before Layton called her back.

“Emmy, we have Miss Clare back.  Let’s not do anything rash.”

“But--!  But that creep Descole kidnapped her for weeks!  If he even hurt a hair on your head, Clare--”

“N-No, he did nothing like that!” I tried to reason with her.

“How are you feeling Clare?  You truly weren’t hurt?  What happened after you fell?” Layton tried to direct Emmy’s wrath to worry over me.

“Well… I was pretty banged up.  I lost consciousness pretty much right after I hit the ground.”

“That’s terrible…” It was the first words Luke had said the whole time, and it was clear why: the poor boy was on the edge of tears.

“Apparently, Descole found me and brought me back to his sub to heal.”

“Did he feed you?  Let you sleep?  Did he torture you to try and get some ancient landmark’s coordinates?!” Emmy was still very fired up.

“Y-Yeah, he fed me and stuff.  And it was good food, if you’re worried about that,” I reassured her. “I was basically a guest.  And besides, I don’t think trying to get anything out of me would’ve been very helpful for him.  I don’t know anything about ancient history.”

“What I don’t get is why he’d do something like that,” Luke piped up.

“I concur,” Layton said, closing his eyes in thought. “Descole is quite the cunning and calculated man.  He does everything for a reason, for his plans.”

“All he told me is that ‘it’s what a gentleman would do.’” I made exaggerated quotation marks.

Layton hummed for a bit, and then opened his eyes again with a tiny smile. “Well, we can worry about that later.  I’m just glad you’re back safe and sound, Miss Clare.”

We started to head back to the Laytonmobile, chatting about things I’d missed while I was gone and getting more questions about my situation.

And that was where the story of the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia ended for me.  A happy, quiet ending, despite everything that had happened.

But this, of course, wouldn’t be the last time I’d adventure with Professor Layton… or the last time I’d run into the “humble” masked scientist, Jean Descole.

~

“How long until we reach Monte d’Or?”

“In just a few days sir, once we’re out of this sub.”

“Understood.  I’ll go look over everything again, now that this place is less… lively.”

“Sir… Do you miss her?”

Descole paused for a moment in the hall.  But it was only for a moment; he didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound as he continued down the hall.

“...Sir Desmond really does care for her.”

~

On the far wall of Descole’s makeshift office was a giant sort of tackboard with all sorts of places, faces, and other things stuck onto it.  The three biggest things were sketches of symbols: one for the Golden Garden of Misthallery (with a large X through it), one for the Eternal Kingdom of Ambrosia (also with an X, though this one was much fresher), and one that was a little harder to decipher.  It looked to be a giant pit of circles with squares at each corner.  It was labelled “The Nautilus Chamber of Akbadain”.

But Descole wasn’t looking at any of those.  His eyes drifted down to an extremely damaged photograph of a man.  It looked like it had been stabbed through several times with a pocket knife.  The name that was penned on it was still legible through the holes.

Leon Bronev.

The masked man found himself gritting his teeth just looking at the photo.  He forced himself to relax.

“...I am reaching the critical moment.  Everything that I have been working towards: every careful plan, every piece of the puzzle… it is finally starting to bear results.”

His eyes stayed around the pictures of people, and in the bottom corner… there she was.  His guest for the past few weeks.  

He found himself removing it from the board without thinking.  He stared at the photo.

A picture couldn’t compare to the real thing of course, but that warm smile depicted… that was the same.  It gave him the same little stir in his heart.

…He snapped himself out of it.  “No.  No, nothing would come out of it.  At least… not now.  When everything is so… Besides, what would she see in a man so terrible as me?  Darkness?  A dead heart?  That’s all there is to me now.  That doe-eyed fool is long gone. …I can’t cling to these fantasies.  I need to focus on my mission.”

He looked at the drawing of the Nautilus Chamber. “Monte d’Or… a new name on the map.  Nearing 20 years old now, if I’m not mistaken.  But it’s settled by such an ancient piece of history.  It’ll be nice to see some… old friends.” Descole chuckled to himself.

But… he still felt a little hollow.  She was still on his mind.  Descole let out a deep sigh as he looked at the photo still in his hand.

“...Clare...If you can hear me, somehow, some way… stay away from me.  Forget you ever met me and just… continue living your life.  This path will only become more dangerous and painful, and… I don’t want you to see it.  Enough people have been hurt-- have been lost-- because of… all this.  You’re too curious, too stubborn, and too… gentle.  You’ll be torn apart, and you won't be able to bear it. 

Do it for yourself.  Do it for your friends.  Do it for… Do it, please.  Run.  Leave this broken man and his broken world.  You can’t make a dead garden grow… just as you can’t make my dead heart beat.”

[savage-rhi]

Daily Highlights #14 (3/7/23)

3 Things That Made Me Happy

A friend checked in on me while I was flaring up and shared their art. 

My bearded dragon didn’t try to eat my fingers this time while I fed them.

My lover bought me a slice of cake just for fun.

3 Productive Activities I Performed

Productivity be damned. I slept most of the day so I didn’t deal with the brunt of the flare. 

3 Self Care Activities I Accomplished

Made my bed extra comfortable after calling out for work.

Kept interactions with others minimal so I could spend my energy on feeling better.

Went through a mental list of reasons why I’m not a burden and committed to said list.

3 Emotions I felt Today

Scared 

Troubled 

Elation 

Overall Day

7/10 Jeff Goldblum’s

[moonage-gaydream]

Bruh for real. That's what got me, man. That's what hit me the hardest. 😭