Daily Routine??

Daily Routine??

It varies. My routine almost always consists of these elements: sleep, attending classes, doing coursework, procrastinating, or relaxing. The order is interchangeable and the frequency and duration of each of them is variable. And it's ironic that I listed sleep first, I'll say.

So… I’ve gotten basically net zero as my quiz result. “How mysterious,” quoth I skeptically. And apparently, I’m “suspicious?” Am I? Remains to be seen, haha. I don’t know what to make of that and I’m kind of unironically pleased that this quiz has managed to tell me almost nothing about myself—which is probably the most in character response (in line with the quiz) that I could’ve given. Victory?! Who could’ve guessed? (Me, I suppose. Sorry. Had too much fun with this one…)

Now for the tags:

If I forgot anyone and left you out, or you would like your tag removed, you can let me know.

@spirit-of-the-hollow

@discjude

@anobody277642

@wisteriaum

@therealrhian

@hyperfixating-chic

@fandomcavalier

@iamverynormalaboutsge

@bellatrixnightshade

@asinine-aspen

@joeykeehl256

@nothing-to-see-hi

@secretly-a-catamount

@heya-there-friends

@clockthing

@luannie

@starryskiesahead

@harmonyverendez

@wheretheoceanglows

alright babes, uquiz time.

find out who you would be in fantasy society. i’m reblogging with a link so tumblr doesn’t hide this. 

What's your guilty pleasure??

Taking scalding hot, incredibly long showers. My legs tend to look red afterwards.

How do you usually spend your weekends??

Usually, I stay in, do homework, and recover from the week. I often read or watch shows.

Something that most people don't know about you??

At times, I have nonsensical, probably stress-induced dreams.

In total, I've been the murderer approximately three times, endorsed an execution once, was a witness at least twice, and have been chased many more times.

The first murder was shooting some kind of long-barreled gun, perhaps a rifle or something more modern than a bayonet? Who knows? It was vague, and I don't really remember it.

The second was firing an arrow from below at a person descending stairs. The whole dream was very Hunger Games-esque and I had been peering up at my target from a swimming pool set in a ruined patio.

The third time, my murder was unintentional. I tried to help an unknown classmate(?) get unstuck from where he'd been caught under a large stone or snowdrift on the way back to a final exam, before the directions were given, and he just... tumbled down the steep, snow-covered hill? I have no idea what truly happened to him. I think all I had done was tug at his arm. I just ran the rest of the way down, took my seat in time, oddly enough, outdoors, at a table, and was given a paper. I think the prompt my brain came up with, before the hill event, from an earlier part of the dream, was something on environmentalism, or something about conditions shaping a narrative, which made little sense—much different from what the real exam's prompt was. I wanted to wash my hands, so I would stop feeling sticky, and I think I wondered if I had blood on them. A thought I had then or maybe after I woke up was that the prompt wasn't about Lady Macbeth, so why'd all that happen? I also worried over whether I had partly abandoned the poor guy or committed a murder. Yet I don't believe in dream symbolism because it's not fully scientific, and the directions in the dream weren't ever fully explained anyway. In that same dream, I also eavesdropped on someone who might've been my real-life, class dean and some old woman.

The one time I endorsed the murder in a dream, it happened after a whole convoluted, surreal, Coup d'état plot, not even founded in reality. I broke into a library, to catch my foe shortly before they arrived, and asked someone else to get ready. It wasn't just commanding an execution to happen; it was a (magic?) trick I wasn't fully conscious of, despite being the one to ask for it to be set-up and deliver the orders during the all-important moment. A professor in the library, who specialized in firearms, stage tactics, and sleight of hand, fired what seemed to be a blank at the traitor/usurper/criminal. And my criminal got covered in loose, non-compacted, burning gunpowder instead of run through by a bullet. By then, their skin was probably crawling with some sensation of being set aflame—but don't ask me? I couldn't sense that pov. There was nothing gory anyway. But somehow, they tried to shake the powder off, onto me, and I guess I woke up before anything became worse.

In the same execution dream, there were other previous events, and I was a witness to a different murder. That murder was this instance, with cool, Art Deco vibes, wherein, my (non-existent) friend sacrificed themselves for me. I had to lug the corpse through halls and to elevators, and I went up and down multiple times while on the run before I decided to leave the body.

In another dream, what I think was a hanging was visible in the background, but I'm not quite sure about that. It was more of a vague image.

As for the times I've been pursued by figures with unknown intent, one was notably in a labyrinthine place.

Also, to anyone who's read this far: Don't worry. I don't believe I could actually pull off any of these things as I think I’d pass out too soon because I have somewhat weak lungs and not nearly enough athleticism.

Busy lately??

Yes. If you’re wondering, I have other projects with real deadlines that take precedence over fics. I may post more at certain points of the year though. Not quite sure yet.