you know that thing called common sense

STOP WITH THE NEGATIVITY HOLY SHIT

I’M AN ASSHOLE AND THIS IS GETTING TOO MUCH FOR ME. I FEEL LIKE A HELPLESS NANNY, WATCHING AS KIDS METAPHORICALLY TEAR AT EACH OTHERS’ THROATS.

( Emily voice ) Corvo, it’s a talking raccoon!!

so i guess that means i’m

GO TO AS S

tell that bitch to chill cause he acting desperate.

              [★] He’s exhausted —— this much is obvious from the way his hair hangs limp at the sides of his face, evident bags under his eyes. How does ANYONE sleep on this ship ? He thinks to himself, though sleep isn’t the main problem. It’s homesickness. Fear. Worry. Regret.       Ren yawns and stretches ——– immediately knocking something over, staring at the contraption as it sat in several pieces upon the floor.

❛    ———- Hope that wasn’t important.   ❜

          ❝well SURE, if you want to call nearly splitting yourself and this ship into itty bitty pieces ‘not important’.❞ he was HALF joking ; the device knocked over was incomplete, hence it being on the workbench in the FIRST place. thankfully, all of his finished works he placed in neat little boxes. SAFE little boxes.

                   ❝and you thought placing all the expensive stuff in                      a BOX was a bad idea. why is he chained to the                      bench, pray tell ... quill?❞