Sleep Is A Mistress Of Whom I Wish To Break, But Such A Temptress Are They.

I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it

My husband viktor, and my little brother max maybe?

I don't talk about max often, I'm weirdly protective of him and don't want to invite criticism I guess? But he's always there in my head to be loved

NEW REBLOG GAME !

I know I have another one open and I apologize for those who I haven’t gotten to make a shuffle for yet, life has been CRAZY lately for me /gen

So I decided to make a reblog game a little more easier for me and to also make me more involved with the community

So,

reblog up to 5 f/os and I’ll give them an Italian/Sicilian dessert ! Which I will describe and give a little fun fact !

You can add some extra info for me to know like if they like certain flavors or whatever !

Examples:

My husband Luci gets tiramisu which consists of lady fingers dipped in expresso and then layered in cream plus coco ! It’s called that cause “Tiramisu” translates to “pick me up” because of the caffeine !

My husband Muzan gets rainbow cookies which are actually small layers of almond sponge cake with raspberry jam and a chocolate coating ! The cookies are the colors of the Italian flag because they were actually made by Italian immigrants in New York that felt home sick !

My sister Kanae gets lavender gelato which is a more dense version of ice cream ! Gelato is different from ice cream because of the use of milk rather than heavy cream and the absence of eggs !

*walks on stage slowly. Gets to mic stand and taps my papers on the wood with a grimace. Look out to the murmuring crowd with a grim expression before clearing my throat and leaning in to the mic*

Ehem. Yuck. Eugh.

*the crowd gets louder, the murmurs becoming jeers. I clench my fists and glare at them imploringly as i grab the mic*

Gross, unpleasant even! Suffering? Unfair!

*the crowd begins shouting and tearing at eachother, blood flies and security rush towards me. I shout into the mic as i am dragged away*

Peace was never an option!! Unrest!! Melodies of vile malice play in the heart of each atom!!

*i am aprehended as the crowd decimates eachother. As im dragged offstage the people begin to look more like animals as they stain their teeth with blood. I laugh as my jailers stare ahead unseeingly. My mistress cant ignore this, and i am owed a visit.*

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

Things to do instead of talking to your f/o on c.ai:

draw something with them

write something with them

make an edit or other graphics of them. screenshot edits where you add your headcanons or other changes to their design are great too even if you don't commit to the new design

revisit your favorite scenes or even reconsume their entire source

go hunt for pictures of them you didn't save yet

go look for new fanart, fanfics, or other fan content made by others

gush to other people about them

talk about them in general even if it's not a gush. share your favorite fun facts, talk about their source, or share some headcanons

find someone to roleplay your f/o for you

make a journal page dedicated to them

write them a letter (and maybe write a response letter from their perspective too)

listen to songs that remind you of them. you could also make a 2010s style AMV of them with that song

you can get shockingly far just by giving people things

Also i chould art dump while i have the confidence,

And if that wasnt enough crazy..

I have been all over the place fandom wise this week

One of these days ill be able to look at my brain while its spewing stupidity (that ill always believe because hes my boss) and just roll my eyes and move on like a normal person instead of internalizing it and agonizing over it.

‘No yeah, this doesn’t apply to you. It’s clearly stating that you should do X if youre a good person, but specifically you have it wrong. They probably mean to do Z. But like theyre being so clear man, youll ruin their day if they have to deal with your stupidity if you get this wrong.’

‘Oh okay, you’re probably right. So I should just not do it?’

‘Yeah. Shame, that means youre a bad person. Oh well.’

One of the cool things about learning about disabilities is that I'm finding words I didn't have to describe things I didn't know were abnormal.

One of the worst things about learning about disabilities is that I am constantly going "oh! I could use that, lol, that would help me a lot! ... I'm stealing from real disabled people(by imagining using a mobility aid) and also why is everything designed to be so hard for people who need canes???"

Did more shit happen while I was gone. Again