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Rhian, drop your morning/night routine!
Rhian: In the morning, I don't "wake up" like most do. Instead, I simply get out of bed since I'm usually up all night attempting to fall asleep. Repose rarely overtakes me, and my mind's always reeling. I may have to commission a sleeping draught from a witch one day.
At this stage of the morning, Rafal is usually still out cold, and it doesn't matter how loud I am, so I listen to the morning Kingdom Council spellcast reports from a mirror I've ensorcelled at full volume and review the Putsi market trends as I start on my routine.
The Gillikin Gazette's updates about its ongoing cathedral construction are my favorites though—its flying buttresses rival Camelot's dated, heavier Romanesque designs. I only manage to catch those reports on Saturdays though since I have to be out of the tower and on my way at an early hour most days. Oh, and I tend to cast a spell, so my bed makes itself while I busy myself with more important tasks.
Firstly, I need my ermine slippers and silk dressing gown. I shower and usually start with a facial, rosewater, or whichever magical cure-all I'm currently using to remove my under-eye shadows with.
Though, Rafal's been a bother about the cucumbers I go through. He thinks I'll drain the Woods' supply and that he won't have any left for his sandwiches. Mind you, that isn't true in the least.
I use charcoal imported from Akgul to remove impurities of the skin, and that's been rather effective as of late. I also ice my pores, page through Maxine's progress reports, and keep tabs on the lackadaisical performers. Tracking's very important at a School like ours, you know.
On some occasions, I do my own makeup, but really, it seems to me that only the Evergirls care if they notice at all. These days, I've been fond of whipped beetroot tinctures and orchid cologne. Then, I arrange my hair, dress suitably for the day's activities in whichever clothes I pressed the night before, and polish my boots. I polish Rafal's too. He doesn't notice or care—thinks we're immune to disease and scrutiny—but he's missing the point. It's about image, of course. And I worry that he'll bring bird mites from his Stymphs indoors, and that would not only be unseemly for a School Master, but a disaster of inordinate proportions, even if our health isn't at risk. Think of the parent complaints we'd receive, if we had an infestation. The picket-lines would never end!
When I head out, Rafal's almost always still asleep, so I bring us back breakfast, and wake him then.
Well, I say "wake him," but rousing him isn't as simple as I've likely led you to believe. By now, it's turned into an awfully elaborate burlesque. I switch mirror channels to the Jaunt Jolie Music Hall's Cricket and Brass orchestra production of the day. If that fails, I bang a ladle on our breakfast's silver cloche over him. And if all else fails, I shout "FIRE," "INVASION," or even "PIRATES" if I'm desperate and running late, and that does the trick. I still haven't figured out if he's been deluding me though, or if it's his dreams that leave him with those horrid little grins.
Yet, this particular song-and-dance of sorts has been more of a recent development. His clarion-belled alarm clock from Geppetto's broke last month, and he hasn't had the time to replace it. The flight's a day's trip, and this new class of Nevers cannot be left alone for more than a day because he's sure there'll be either an outbreak of some pox or of some general pandemonium since he doesn't think I'm capable of maintaining order. I'm more than capable in truth.
We eat then, he in his pajama shorts and shirt and black stockings with the runs I chastise him about throwing out everyday, and me in my typical smart attire.
At the end, I wash up, sit, and wait for him to set the dishes to scrubbing themselves, comb his hair, and dress. After that, we split off to our respective sides for the day, and I see him again at dusk.
"Bye." or "Morning, brother." is as talkative as he gets at this time of day before he vanishes into the Tunnel of Trees or crosses the Halfway Bridge into the smog, unless he has a storybook victory to congratulate himself over or another point to bolster his side of an argument with—arguments I naively believed we'd already put to bed the night before.
After a full day of overseeing classes, Rafal legs it over the window sill when he returns and showers immediately when he gets back. Then, he grades papers and exams. On days when he's exhausted by puppeteering mock battle raids or Storian knows what he subjects those poor children to, he passes out in bed fully-clothed without showering, and showers in the morning.
All the while, I perform my nightly skin- and hair care routines, snuff out the candles, and get in bed with an eye mask, in my attempt to get a good night's sleep, often sooner than he goes to bed because he reads news updates and whatever musty tome he's tearing through late into the night.
Sometimes, I wake in the middle of a night terror and realize he's still up marking or reading or scheming, so I confiscate the candles at that point and force him to sleep. Rarely does he listen, and I've stopped bothering most of the time as he reads by the light of his fingerglow instead, contrary to all sound advice. He doesn't view sleep as necessary seeing as the Storian sustains us, but he has no sleep troubles, so I suppose that's an easy conclusion to form if you're him. The latest remedy I've resorted to is tucking lavender into my pillowcase, but I've had not a drop of luck.
Morning bird this, night owl that, permanently exhausted pigeon whatever. Have you ever considered being a chaotic raven with no sense of time or schedule
Somebody tell the spiders in my walls to stop waking me up in the middle of the night by crawling up my pant leg and biting me, and scaring the shit out of me at 3AM when I can't sleep.
Tired
I'm always tired
Sleep eludes me
mocks me, makes me hurt
I am awake
dreams
scar, burn, haunt
I am awake
not for lack of trying
I need to rest
nightmares
often, clouded, haunt
I am awake
I hate sleeping
it's stupid
everything is mud
Trying DESPERATELY to not post something at night just because I think that tumblr algorithm is WAY nicer to me than any of my other socials :,)
I'm I most likely gonna post at night after this post because I'm bored with insomnia?????
Yeah (^^)
They say we won. They didn't say what we lost. Trouble sleeping ?
The Musings of an Insomniac
why is the night beautiful?
Is it because of the stars? that reflect the infinite galaxy
and tell countless stories- of passion, heartbreak and joy
Or is Diana to blame, riding her chariot
illuminating the unknown in silver
Maybe it’s the smoke that rises up from the electric monsters,
mingling with the wind, who is fidgeting for Ra to appear
Sometimes, the clouds deign us worthy of an appearance
swaying proudly against the inky backdrop
And there it is! the answer to our queries
it is Darkness which makes the night beautiful
allows for any sliver of light, however small, to shine through
gives space for sounds to blare and wind to howl
for minds to weep and hearts to ponder
unobtrusive, yet all-compassing
it comforts those who seek it out
and lulls its children away from consciousness
Then slowly, it dissipates, leaving promises behind
of assurance, of grace and gives up its form for the next day to break.
Why does everyone in my family have to be so fucking loud and animated? I'm trying to sleep and they're talking about what drugs they would take if there was no risk of getting addicted or going to jail for possession of said drugs.
Drawing daily for Inktober really paid off! Look how much I’ve grown as an artist. 🤤
I was planning to draw Joe Mansion & Kristin Cinnabuns portraits but feel a lil burnt out. Maybe next week.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CWHEhAZJnwG/?utm_medium=tumblr
Please I need drawings with this poses
Does anyone remember this?
having insomnia is the worst :,)
hoping that everyone w a sleep disorder gets some rest tonight <3
shout out to everyone with a sleep disorder or condition that affects the quality and quantity of sleep. i think it's incredibly unfair to be denied even the comfort of rest
yup. so exciting.
sleep is a competition
and i am losing
Hey y'all, I don't know what's going on in my life anymore but if like to make this blog into a public account of my life and struggle against mental health. I plan on posting my feelings and and vent into the void and hope it says something back. I plan on placing the necessary trigger warnings at the top of all of my posts. I will occasionally post pictures of myself and what little art that I have been up to.
The purpose of this is to hopefully raise awareness of mental health and to effectively post a public diary and track my personal progress through this crazy, wild ride.
