Feb 15
Something lazy I conjured up even though I've had like no motivation to really draw.
The best medicine is to force yourself anyways even if it looks like butt 💪
seen from Kenya
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Something lazy I conjured up even though I've had like no motivation to really draw.
The best medicine is to force yourself anyways even if it looks like butt 💪
The halls were too quiet compared to the roar of the common room.
Percy’s slippered steps echoed faintly, his arms wound around himself against the draft. He told himself he was only out here because he refused to waste his night waiting for someone who had no intention of showing.
And then he saw him....
Duke. ( @chucksonwithdukelaurent)
The smug silhouette leaning against the window, posture relaxed, head tipped at an angle that screamed: I own this place. Percy stopped dead. His chest twisted, his fingers flexing at his sides before curling into fists.
He didn’t force a smile this time. Didn’t put on that paper-thin mask of civility he saved for acquaintances. Duke was beneath that effort.
“…Oh. Of course it’s you.” Percy’s voice was flat, cold, the lilt of courtesy gone entirely. “If I’d known walking the halls would mean running into this, I might have stayed put.”
His amber eyes cut sharp in the low light, narrowing as he stepped closer. “You do have a talent for appearing where you’re least wanted. Almost like a… pest. I suppose rats are good at surviving anywhere.”
The words tumbled out before he could stop them.
He didn’t want to stop them.
“I should thank you, perhaps,” he went on, voice tightening, brittle as glass. “You’ve certainly made yourself useful; snatching center stage, all that jazz..."
His mouth curled, but it wasn’t a smile. “You must be soooooo very proud!”
For a moment, he looked away, jaw tight, before he fixed Duke with that sharp gaze again. “But if you think for even a second that makes you admirable… you’re sorely mistaken.”
nap was good
new job fucking up the hours im concious and becoming nocturnal is just perfect for my reverting to tumblring djfjsn
morning morning
My Morning Routines[unlucky days]
Yaaa
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Wwwwwww
nnnnnN!
3. Check Phone
4. Realise I'm late
5. Shout, "WHatttTttt?!??"
[and this happens pretty often...]
ok im sleepy im goint to bed
im UNPACKED (mostly) my wifi is FUNCTIONAL i am TIRED