i am so fucking done

i'm not a scheming eunuch i'm regular. a regular eunuch. i smile sinisterly because i'm cheerful and i love love. i'm sorry i started chuckling quietly to myself when you sipped from your goblet it's just that i was overcome with ecstatic joy at the idea of my ruler being properly hydrated. as is my responsibility. being eunuch and all. i whisper ominously in people's ears because im a little bit of a gossip. what about it. i'm delightful. a delightful eunuch who is regular and non-scheming don't turn around nobody is putting poison in your mid-morning tea

Sometimes it feels like nobody wants The Character to get hit so hard they cough up blood anymore.

Sometimes it feels like nobody wants The Character to get hit so hard they cough up blood anymore.

I bet on normal dogs that have an average chance of winning and it's really just a coincidence that they all end up losing so badly it's fine it's fine it is fine

Keep salting the wound I'm close

shoutout to AO3 authors who write 100k fics for free while juggling mental illness, academic burnout, 3 jobs, and a deep-rooted need to fix fictional people.

reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.

nice wound. Could use some salt though