don't wake me i plan on sleeping in

I was too blunt I hope you feel happy That’s all I want That's all I want

[psybladed]

*:･ﾟ @cfnaptime​

*:･ﾟ POINTED fingers jab sharply into linhardt’s back.   she keeps forgetting if that’s his name … here.     but he answers to it all the same; and recognises lysithea in the same manner,   and so lysithea never bothered to check, nor ask.    perhaps it was careless of her to act so casually, not for lack of trust towards linhardt but instead …  a concern to what others may overhear.   ANOTHER JAB to confirm that she wouldn’t start a conversation to a waking corpse.      

  “ EARTH to Lin. I repeat, EARTH to Lin – -  if you’re going to ignore me i’ll just poke you till your black and blue.  ”  

[cfnaptime]

Linhardt eyes snap open with a pained groan following from his mouth. He turns back to give Lysithea an exhausted glare. “Do you have any idea how close I was to napping?” Linhardt replies before yawning and closing his eyes again. Oh how he hopes this conversation will be short enough for him to get back to his rest. “What do you need, Lysithea?

[viibechck]

   — IT’S ALWAYS COMPLETELY LIKE HIM TO DO THINGS LIKE THIS ; some things don’t change , even if your world is turned quite literally upside down & your thrown into a new life , new identity , new routine. But Casper is still Caspar , and if it’s one thing he hasn’t lost , it’s his scrappy attitude - throwing punches whenever he deems necessary , getting into larger fights than he can handle , and … always. Ending up , in some shape or form , injured. The bruised eye and busted lip is evidence of that today. He holds what looks like a plastic baggie of quickly melting ice to his eye , sighing as he looks up when another comes into view. And before they can even say anything , his first instinct to go off on is , ❝ Y’know , if you think THIS is bad , you should see the other guy … ❞ Which sounds cliche , but he generally thinks he was the one that came out truly victorious. ❝ He fuckin’ deserved it , is all I’m sayin’. ❞

[cfnaptime]

Linhardt lets his bag slide off his shoulder as he walks through the door, setting it down on the counter before he catches sight of Caspar. Linhardt may not be known for their speed but they’re at Caspar’s side in an instant. Linhardt carefully reaches out to touch to touch Caspar’s face, looking him over with concern in his eyes. “I don’t care about the other guy,” Linhardt sighs, though he does smile ever so slightly at the thought of Caspar’s victory. It helps that black eye and split lip aside Caspar does appear to be fine “You need to take care of yourself, you know. I can’t heal you like in the old world.”

[cfnaptime]

@linHEART: wow.....

@linHEART: i really do be moronoromantic huh

@shortking: @linheart whats that mean

@linHEART: @shortking [IMG: https://66.media.tumblr.com/e28ba75e343c73cba3c857931e6fa901/616aa441b7023a40-db/s540x810/eb1dcd9b584d770520bb5c51ea6da540897303ac.png ]

linHEART: @shortking don't worry abt it lol

[cfnaptime]

@linHEART: wow.....

@linHEART: i really do be moronoromantic huh

[bitterparamour]

          ❝ Oh,  come on,  babe.   It’s not like              that - and if it was, well,  we never              really talked about being together,              right  ?  So  it’s not  like  it  counts.              And  anyway,  I figured you  didn’t              want anything out of it.  Since you              never really asked about anything              besides the company.  Or will you              try to deny that now ? ❞

          She yells out, well, something - Sylvain has long since checked out of the conversation - before turning tail and leaving. Not that he’s any surprised. How many times has he had variations of this exact conversation, both from this life and his past one?

          Ah, well. He’s heartbroken now, he supposes. Won’t hurt to look for someone to… comfort him for a while - and he’s about to turn and leave to do just that when he notices a shadow, hears a footstep from behind a wall. Maybe they think they’re being sneaky, but he’s long since gotten used to the feeling of being watched, knows how to detect when someone has their eyes on him.

          ❝ You  have a habit of  watching  a              poor guy get his heart broken, or              is this just a one-time thing ? ❞

[cfnaptime]

Linhardt has to suppress their laughter as they bear witness to another one of Sylvain’s relationships failing in real time. It’s not until the other calls them out that Linhardt realizes there’s a chance Sylvain still might have heard them eavesdropping, though it would have been harder not to over hear with the way the girl he’d been speaking to was yelling at him. “Only when it’s you,” Linhardt replies calmly, smirk upon his lips. “Plus, it seemed much more like you were the one doing the heart breaking here, which makes it all the more unbecoming of you to be the one pouting when you’re so obviously as guilty of being a womanizer as always.”

[cfnaptime]

@radioremi: @bngwtr @djsleepytime guys

@bngwtr: @djsleepytime @radioremi hello Mom.

@bngwtr: @djsleepytime @radioremi i cannot beleaf this

@djsleepytime: @bngwtr @radioremi he started it :((((

@djsleepytime: @bngwtr @radioremi i am the one being bullied here ://///////

[cfnaptime]

@bngwtr: what if i started a twitter fight.

@bngwtr: @djsleepytime fuck you.

@djsleepytime: @bngwtr :///////

@djsleepytime: @bngwtr i thot weed was supposed to make ppl chill 🤔

[cfnaptime]

swcctcatastrophc‌:

&&  — WHAT HAD SEEMED TO BE A CRYSTAL CLEAR PERCEPTION OF THE WORLD had been shattered within the past month , striking through any amount of clarity he had on his own life. it was devastating - nothing could be the same after this, yet it seemed as if with every loop he was flung into , things were reverting back to the same. the same of something… something , they’ve yet to uncover. this conversation was no different , the stranger before him feeling like more of a friend than any one he’d made before. his words only go on to reassure him of his own feelings - hinting at something more that even he seems to remember , despite unable to recollect such an event. and it’s clear - crystal clear , at that , that he knows something , even if he’s not saying it aloud. “saved my life , huh?” a smirk turns at the corner of his mouth, a low snicker beginning from the depths of his throat. “somehow… i can recall such a thing. even if faintly.” & he knows - god , he knows there’s more than meets the eye to this picture. ever since that night at the ball , the visions that came to him in bleeding hues of red and black. he’s fully aware that there is more to the two of them than meets the surface. “tell me , lin… can you explain that night in the hallway ??” his eyes finally meet the masculine figure in front of him, chin raising as he crosses his arms. 

Linhardt cracks the slightest of smiles when it becomes clear that he is jogging Hubert’s memories. He couldn’t help but be relieved at the idea of not having to play this overwrought game of pretend around him for another day. “At the ball?” Linhardt inquired softly, frankly he had tried to shove that entire night towards the back of his mind. “I think... it was or worst memories or... nightmares. I’ll admit that sometimes it is hard to tell the difference,” Linhardt replies as he runs a hand through his hair. It feels hard to keep everything in order in his mind when he’s been reminded of the horrors of that night, and by extension the horrors of the war itself. “I don’t know what you saw exactly, but before this we were at war. It... I don’t know how much you already know, but there were eight of us Black Eagles. You, me, Ferdinand, Bernadetta, Dorothea, Edelgard, Caspar, and Petra, I’m sure you’ve met most of us here already.”

[cfnaptime]

# 4 ferdie or zelda uwu

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: ferdie 🧡

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: X

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Be Still - The Killers

my muse’s last text to your muse: sO...... my hand slipped

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: brain cell

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: X

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: We Are Who We Are - Ke$ha

my muse’s last text to your muse: i did all the dishes! don’t worry abt it

[cfnaptime]

# for laurie !!

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: the purple one

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: X

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: X

my muse’s last text to your muse: srry i was napping thnx 4 covering 4 me tho

[cfnaptime]

sacrilegiovs‌:

“  i  do  ,  understand  ,  ”  she  answers  simply  as  her  eyes  flicker  downwards  for  a  moment  .  “  i  have  been  feeling  like  that  for  a  while  now  with  certain  people  ,  you  included  .  ”  a  small  pause  .  “  at  first  i  believed  it  was  merely  coincidental  ,  but  the  familiarity  appears  to  be  too  reoccurring  to  ignore  .  ”  when  her  gaze  lifts  back  to  him  ,  edelgard’s  expression  twists  into  one  of  —  sadness  ?  is  it  sadness  she  feels  ?  she  thinks  so  .  such  an  odd  thing  to  not  be  sure  of  ,  yet  here  she  is  ;  oh  ,  what  she  would  give  to  know  what  she’s  missing  .  with  a  light  hum  ,  she  continues  truthfully  .  “  having  past  lives  …  it’s  an  interesting  concept  ,  and  one  i  would  not  have  thought  of  before  some  things  were  revealed  to  me  .  ”  although  edelgard  still  is  unsure  what  the  night  at  the  mansion  really  was  ,  she  does  know  is  it  left  a  sour  taste  in  her  mouth  and  a  growing  ache  in  her  chest  .  “  i  wish  things  weren’t  so  confusing  .  it’s  like  once  i  have  an  answer  ,  another  question  comes  with  it  .  not  to  burden  you  with  my  rambling  ,  of  course  ,  but  …  ”  her  words  trail  off  as  she  desperately  tries  to  find  what  she’s  looking  for  .  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  ,  at  the  forefront  of  her  mind  ;  she  sighs  .  “  admittedly  ,  i  do  not  know  what  lies  ahead  .  however  when  it  comes  down  to  it  ,  i  will  prevail  —  i  must  ,  for  them  .  and  ,  i  suppose  for  you  as  well  .  ”

“May I be totally honest with you?” Linhardt inquires though he isn’t truly asking for permission, which becomes transparent when he carries on regardless. “I remember many things, I believe more than you or almost any of our friends,” he continues, staring down at his hands and fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. “You were our emperor, but more than that you were one of my best friends. There were eight of us, the black eagles strike force,” he explained it as casually as he could. Though he was unsure if that was the right approach, but given the alarming information that was to come it was probably best if he did what he could to mitigate the effect any of his nervousness might have on her. “Ferdinand, Hubert, Bernadetta, Caspar, Petra, Dorothea, and the two of us of course. There was a war a... a terrible but justified war against the worst scum of the earth and we... we were together though it. Yet here, despite the presence of almost all of us, it seems most of our comrades, even you, have forgotten it all.”

[cfnaptime]

swcctcatastrophc‌:

&&  — HE WAS ACTUALLY ATTEMPTING TO BE HUMOROUS, something he realized very quickly went on deaf ears. “i have just happened to hear your radio show,” he adjusts himself, sitting up a little straighter. “no saint could ever say such things. though, it has gotten a chuckle out of me occasionally, even if i do not fully understand your humor.” 

“Oh, Hubert,” Linhardt mutters to himself as he glances towards the ground and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s just a funny thing to say to someone who saved your life, once or twice,” Linhardt says outright with a lack of tact that had so frequently been his defining trait. If he had wanted to he certainly could have stopped the truth from spilling from his lips, but he was so exhausted and sad and as much as he enjoyed Ferdinand’s company he wanted to be able to speak honestly again, at least with Hubert. Linhardt’s sad eyes meet Hubert’s once more. “You are not wrong, though I have never been one who cared much for the opinion of saints.”

[sacrilegiovs]

@cfnaptime​  //  “  whatever  here  ,  that’s  left  of  me  ,  is  yours  just  as  it  was  .  ”

when  he  speaks  she  freezes  ,  unsure  of  how  to  proceed  next  .  edelgard  swallows  the  lump  in  her  throat  as  she  attempts  to  find  a  reply  —  after  all  ,  it’s  not  every  day  she  hears  a  declaration  as  such  .  “  i  see  ,  ”  she  manages  as  smoothly  as  possible  .  “  then  i  should  not  take  you  for  granted  .  ”  although  edel  can’t  remember  anything  of  her  green-haired  company  ,  his  relaxed  voice  tugs  at  her  heart  .  she  smiles  at  the  thought  of  it  ,  at  him  ,  and  takes  a  small  second  of  silence  .  whatever  the  reason  for  his  pledge  ,  edel  finds  value  behind  it  .  “  but  i  would  greatly  appreciate  if  you  took  control  of  your  own  life  and  ambitions  ,  as  well  .  you  can  do  important  things  if  you  put  your  mind  to  it  ,  i  just  have  an  inkling  .  ”  (  what’s  the  significance  with  her  and  these  certain  three  ?  edelgard  wants  to  trust  them  —  she  does  .  she  knows  she  does  —  yet  it’s  such  a  terrifying  concept  of  not  being  self-reliant  ,  or  reliant  on  her  girl  friends  .  )  “  however  i  do  have  to  ask  out  of  my  own  curiosity  ,  what  exactly  did  you  mean  by  ‘  as  it  was  ’  ?  ”

[cfnaptime]

Linhardt can’t help but feel somber everytime he speaks to her, because as glad as he just to be able to see her, to speak to her once more, she is not quite herself and sometimes Linhardt almost wonders if that breaks his heart more than not having the chance to see her at all. Though even if she isn’t Edelgard as he knew her, she is still his emperor. Linhardt would like to believe that even if he did not have his memories, even if he was as lost as some of the other here, that he would be loyal to her no matter what the circumstances that were before him. And as she speaks he feels more certain of that fact than ever, because she still sounds so much like herself, even though this world has taken her memories, and has so thoroughly erased their bonds, the way she speaks to him rings so true that he must hold back tears. Linhardt is so caught up in this swell of feelings that he does not realize the slip he made by saying ‘as it was’ until she points it out to him. “First things first, you’re too kind to me,” Linhardt says, followed by a nervous laugh that betrays more of his heart than he would like it to with the sad and hollow way it sounds. He doesn’t know how to respond to her calling him on his mistake though, he feels that he owes her the truth and yet at the same time he fears the repercussions of that truth and the sadness it may bring to her. “I don’t know, don’t... do you ever get the feeling like you’ve met someone before even though you may have only met them recently? Like... you knew them in a past life or something? I don’t know, but I guess, I get that feeling when I talk to you, if that’s not too weird to say.”

[cfnaptime]

@swcctcatastrophc​ said: “I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint.” 

“That, H-” Linhardt pauses to remind himself of Hubert’s new name. “Henry is exactly why I would never proclaim to be one,” he replies calmly, but it’s clear from his expression that something about the others words have him lost in thought. 

[cfnaptime]

@finnbecker: @djsleepytime eh. i think i'll listen to your advice when it's actually relevant.

@finnbecker: @djsleepytime jog my memory. you are that dumbass that gets high on the radio every night, right?

@djsleepytime: @finnbecker lmao i might be a stoner but at least i can stay on beat. and i know you can't say the same for yourself XO

[cfnaptime]

@finnbecker: what if i just deactivated twitter and deleted the app.

@djsleepytime: @finnbecker god please do. youd finally be listening to the fans!!

[cfnaptime]

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@djsleepytime:@bngwtr no that's different u see it's not my fault the drummers a loser LMAO