Oooh, Ahhh

Oooh, ahhh

Big mountains (my father for scale)

Happy End of Finals Week and the Semester to those celebrating!

Bonus:

the campus library

Those single-person study desks. Especially the ones next to the window, where you can watch the world pass by

A half-finished cup of coffee next to your laptop

Relaxing with your study group next to the fake fireplaces

Trying to find physical copies of sources and books instead of solely using digital sources

Fiddling with a pen while you read

Sitting in the corner, where its a bit quieter

Propping open a textbook. You didn't even have to pay for it!

Admiring the walls and shelves, stocked with academic knowledge from all fields of study. Every day academia progresses further, and we're unbelievably fortunate to live in a situation where we can dip into the wealth of knowledge before us.

I am the sword of the Goddess of Time

Since "Theo having a mental breakdown because of killing people" won the poll by a landslide, here's the snippet I promised:

trigger warnings: talking about killing people, brief mention of body horror (just one sentence, really), idk how to describe it simply but Theo is going Through It mentally à la "out damned spot" scene in Macbeth

She found Theo by the riverbank, in a silent part of the hills almost beyond the camp. She had a pile of clothes at her side, all white. She drew closer and sat by her side, but Theo didn’t notice. She was too busy washing her coat, scrubbing it incessantly against the washboard, with such force that the embroidered insignia of the Goddess of Time was starting to come undone. Her breath was quick and tense, in contrast with the calm sounds of that sunny morning. Hesitantly, Seth stretched out her hand. “Theo?” “He looked at me!” she yelled. Her voice shook as if she was holding back tears. “He looked at me! He looked me in the eyes!” “Theo…” “I killed him! I killed him! I killed him!” She started scrubbing faster. “And his body grew more eyes and they all kept looking at me as he died!” Seth didn’t try to call her a third time. “They all look at me! They beg me not to kill them but I kill them anyway because that’s what I’m supposed to do!” Theo stopped scraping the coat against the washboard and studied the fabric, leaning down to examine every thread. “And now his look won’t come off! I can’t wash it off! His blood is still here!” Seth looked at the fabric. It was perfectly immaculate, washed with such intensity that it had begun to tear. Not knowing what else to do, she hugged her, pinning her arms to her sides so she couldn’t wash her clothes anymore. She put her forehead against her face, her eyes closed, as if they were the only people in that vast expanse of hills. “Theo, please come home with me,” she begged. “Let’s go home and pretend this never happened. Please?” “I can’t,” Theo replied, still panting. “While the war lasts, I can’t.” “Forget the war. Come with me.” Theo shook her head and shoved her to the side. She still hadn’t looked her way since Seth had arrived. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the half-torn insignia on her coat. “These people can’t go home if the war doesn’t end. If I don’t end the war. So, I can’t go either. I must kill so people stop dying…” “They’ll continue the war without you. Come home.” “I am the sword of the Goddess of Time,” Theo said. The words sounded rehearsed, as if she’d spoken them millions of times before. “It is me who protects the souls of my Mother’s believers. Only I can end this war.” With a defeated sigh, Seth got up and returned to camp. Theo kept scrubbing her coat, already dried from how long it had been out in the air.

I hope you enjoyed! Because I did!

As I said, I'll get to the others eventually. This is just the first. Maybe I'll go from most to least voted. See how it goes.

taglist: @little-mouse-gardens and @wildswrites

(Please correct me if the english is weird, since tall my snippets are translated and I may miss stuff)