Hi~∴⊰(❁´◡`❁) I had to make a tumblr account, cause I couldn't find you on any other socmedia. (Do you have any other, btw? I would love to follow you there as well) I really like your Running Away fic (much kudos btw!) so I came here from your ao3 profile to check out your blog. And also trick or treat! (*/ω\*) Kbai!! <3
Hello! ^w^ Yeah sorry I'm only really on tumblr and ao3 (I do have bluesky, but I don't post jackshit there. This is the best you'll get, I'm afraid) Also thanks!! I'm really glad you're enjoying my fic! Here's something for you as a treat <3<3<3
Meg, Achilles and Dusa were breakfasting together, as was becoming the new tradition between them. Oh well, Meg and Achilles certainly were. Dusa, meanwhile, was inhaling the porridge as if she was timed to set a record. She probably was, by herself, using the clock Hypnos made for her. It came as a rather confusing request from her just a few weeks ago. A clock so she could record how long she spends on doing various tasks. At first he was rather worried for the poor dear - she just got her job back and was already finding new ways to work herself into oblivion? But then he caught her and Zagreus chatting. And it turned out to be entirely Zagreus' fault. He had been telling her all about the Tight Deadline condition and how fun it was to time his escape attempts, comparing how long it takes to beat each region and reach the end. Dusa's nervous energy must have found a welcome outlet in this, giving her something to focus on besides just cleaning over and over again. At least the "optimisation strats" she has been creating left her with more time to actually unwind and rest properly, because apparently taking a break to nap and eat was, in her own words, vital for improving performance. Hypnos was not going to say "I told you so" to her, but he was definitely quite a bit smug. Not to mention relieved to not have to watch her work herself to what few bones she had.














