#subject13n1

[gearedvoices-archive-blog]

Arty gasped and nearly slammed herself out of her wheelchair, eyes widening as she saw Cana curled up on the floor. "Cana!!" She cried out as she fell to the floor, collapsing next to her brother. Quickly she pulled herself over to him, holding his shoulder gently. "Nurse!!! Somebody!!! Help!!! We need help!!" She yelled out to the hall, praying silently someone would hurry up and help Cana.

Cana's breathing hitched slightly when he cried out, the sound seeming to bounce off the temples of his head and cause more pain. Hitched and broken cries escaped him as squeaks and desperate grasps for some sort of release of the pain, shaking and twitching hands reaching for her's. He let out a sharp scream as it got worse, begging for someone to knock him out, if not just kill him. Just make it stop... Please just make it stop....

[gearedvoices-archive-blog]

ok friends i must sleep. it's 2 in the morning and i need sleep. imma just go cry myself to sleep bECAUSE NOCTAVIAN WAS SUCH A WONDERFUL BROTHER AND THEN HE LOST IT.

ok i shall reply in the morning and i love you all.

[sarcasmandleatherjackets]

((FOR THE WAKING UP THING BECAUSE THATS V CUTE)) Subject sighed as she watched her brother, she'd tried everything, from blasting music to bribing him with food, but he just wasn't waking up. Finally, after much plotting and scheming, had devised a plan and now both Jackie and herself stood at the end of his bed, on the count of three the two of them jumped on to his bed, their weight causing the three of them to collide in the middle. Subject laughed and smiled at him. "Morning sunshine!"

My muse is having a hard time getting up one morning. Your muse keeps waking them but, but they go right back to sleep a minute later. Send how your muse would wake them.

Brooklyn snuggled beneath his covers, sighing successfully as he finally got his sister to leave him alone. That was until he found himself flying up and colliding with two other beings, tangling themselves up in each-other and landing on the ground from the sheer force.

Laying on the floor with his arms splayed out, Brooklyn grumpily stared at the ceiling as his niece and sister laughed from on top of him.

"…I hate mornings…"

[neobloodyphyte-redglare]

Th3r3 4r3 so m4ny n3wcom3rs tod4y.. sorry 1f 1m not gr33t1ng you prop3rly, but pl34s3, dont h3s1t4t3 1f you w4nt to t4lk.

You half close your eyes, still with that tired expression in your face.

[ask-intern-mayfield]

subject-13n1 is illuminated by the lights

The subway's down...sorry. Look out for the cockroaches.

[hatteroflegend-blog]

Welcome to me shop.

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subject-13n1

entered the tea shop

[kitcapt]

'Bout time we met || subject-13n1

Just another day at work for Charlie, organizing books and hanging out at the counter. It was a slower day, and hell if she knew where Cafall was. She wondered if she ought to research colleges and degrees while she had the downtime. She wound up on some obscure recipe site instead, giggling at the odd names and wondering if she could get her friends to try them. She was pulled from her reverie all too soon.

"Caaaaaan I help you?"

[withpurewhitewings]

((*waves* sorry to come out of nowhere but hello, hi, sorry ajfksjfsdk hi.))

((Hi, it’s fine. Don’t worry about being all shy. I have to hold back a squeal when I see an ask, so your message is very well received.))