An overworker who so desperately wants someone to tell them to take a break, because they so badly want one and they know they need one but they can't give themself one.
They work themself sick, yet still, with a blanket wrapped around their shivering form, pale skin as white as the blanks that their foggy mind keeps drawing, and a crimson flush on their warm, tear-stained cheeks, they keep working.
Their partner checks on them.
"Oh...! Oh, honey. Oh, my baby. I didn't know it was this bad..." They rush closer and wrap their arms tight around their sick sweetheart and whisper, "Honey, please stop. You've done enough, you need to rest."
Finally given permission to have a break, they simply melt into their partners arms, practically going limp like a tired little ragdoll. "...okay..." is all they manage to mumble before sleep finally wins the battle that'd been going for weeks.
They're carried from their desk to their bed, covers are layed over them, they're tucked in nice and snug, and when they wake up, they'll probably cry. This is exactly what they needed someone to do.
I like to imagine a version of link and Zelda that have been told about the curse since they were kids and prepared for it but it never happened so they became quite dramatic about any and all attacks, Zelda likes to overplay her supposed damsel role in a theatrical way and link plays along cause they’re actually just pretty bored and enjoy role playing with each other tsssss
(no octoroks were harmed in the making of this scene,,,
he too was an actor)
growing up I always wanted to be poorly understood by science
@academia-lucifer
my love lasts forever unfortunately
lets all just start posting about diary of a wimpy kid
2020 sketches
cut it out with till death do us part. i will find you in this life and reality and the next one and the next one and the next one
unexpected, via magic. a sudden sharp pain through the nose into the skull, driven like a spike. the little gasp, hand curling up to touch but the pain continues, pushes, too scared to make contact. doubling over, stumbling back into a wall. friends calling their name, hands touching their shoulder, sparks in their vision. all they see is white.
overworking. days and days of no sleep. feet heavy and warm and legs buzzing. alongside the steady throb of pain against the forehead and eyes is a wavering lightheadedness, leaving them unsteady and seeking support against walls, tables, countertops, their friends. flinching when lights flick on or curtains slide open. short breathing, dizziness, spike in pain, sliding to their knees with hands over their face, struggling to think until darkness.
chronic. unable to get out of bed from a migraine. it's been... days, at least, if not weeks. greasy hair, labored breathing, one hand tangled in the sheet trying to ride the constant waves of pain. slick with sweat or maybe it's the fever. ragged, exhausted, holding back another run to the bathroom to puke for the second time of the hour. the door unlocks, distant voices, a cold hand touching their face and they whimper, leaning into the soothing touch.
Ladies.... 🥺
a little late but trans lives matter always !!!