chroma

digital drawing of three characters from dishonored games. corvo attano is sitting in an armchair with his daughter emily kaldwin on his knees, both of them sleeping. emily’s dreams are certainly lighter than her father’s, as she is slightly smiling in her sleep. she’s holding samuel’s carved boat in her hands. corvo is definitely tired as heck, as he definitely always is. his head is lowered down and his left hand is almost touching the floor. there are emily’s drawings and an origami steamboat on the floor below them. there’s a coat with a big collar fading down on corvo’s shoulders, and a silhouette of the outsider standing behind the armchair, like a suspicious guardian angel he is.

precious slumber

ok but joe pushing that guy onto nicky's sword with his boot... do me next

2 short 2 guard :(

maybe i'm lucky nobody's fucking hiring a writer if the first time in years i've been able to write at all (for fun too) and it's 1k words per week, only past sundown. get thee moving in the am worms i am obliged to be diurnal

oh godspeed! i found out via seeing reblogs of your frustration tolerance post with -deactivated url in the wild and wondered if i'd mixed up which of your blogs was the side † king shit dropping that into the ecosystem and dipping
yes i am an internet explorer i took two weeks to open bs 🕳

in parallel vein though, memory may be misleading me but i am doing so much better mentally than when these songs kept me company through shit. perhaps only bc i'm on some industrial grade copium rn but at least i have it. and i'm still here

nothing blasts the "what tf did i see in that ship" dust off like your otp anthem that half of your personality hinged on ages ago

ohh brother 2012 me is calling via f+tm ceremonials (2011) and i don't know if i'm strong enough to pick up

yes hi i heard we're ditching the shitbird for good so i asked the fox what my password to the lepidopterarium was. i don't do socmed much outside fandom but the dry spell i'd been having might just make a bitch post about other things. remains to be seen which

the irony is, of course, in me failing to fix that (ie killing my time off on that phone, waiting for the right moment to start on something i'd explicitly been looking forward to before my time off. and then it's 11pm and if i don't put myself in bed post haste my morning sucks an extra bit more)

ye olde peoples who counted twelve hours in a night and twelve hours in a day regardless how far from an equinox they got had it right to be quite honest. in november after the sun sets the stretch of time between seven and ten pm passes in about twenty minutes. can we get someone on fixing that.

The lady who never sleeps

#DiscoElysium #fanart #joycemessier

i love cat videos in languages i haven't learned because i get the full experience of a cat being talked at. no familiar words just tone of voice and gestures to carry meaning. i don't know what you're saying, thumb haver, but we're both quite happy about it. miau.

photo portrait of a scruffy black cat. he has one eye cracked just open enough to cast a scathing glance at the photographer. he is lying in the middle of a ruffled duvet. a tiny landscape painting hangs on the wall behind him.

hello bsky i'm mostly just username parking bc i used tweeter to post about fic writing but i'm in terminal writerblock and got nothing going on. also slinging follows at people i know from other platforms. have a good one and a cat picture bye