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flywolfwriting · 1 year
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Love is Pateint, Love is Blind - Ch. 5
For the second time in six weeks, Basira answered her phone to incoherent, frantic babbling. She was out of her seat and heading for the car before she could get a word out. Given Martin’s recent speech-drought, whatever his reason for calling, it wasn’t good. 
“Martin, calm down, I can’t understand you. Has something happened to Jon? Do you need-”
“He’s awake! He’s awake but he doesn’t remember anything and he-”
“He’s awake?” Basira interrupted, stopping with her hand on the car door. “That’s a good thing, Martin, settle down.” 
“He can’t remember, Basira! Years of memory gone! The last thing he can remember is the Distortion taking Helen, and-”
There was a muffled thump, then the clattering of the phone swinging into the wall as it was dropped. “Jon?” Martin called over the pounding of his feet on the stairs. 
Basira waited a moment, frozen. She could hear their faint voices but couldn’t make out any words. There was a sharp cry of pain and that was all she needed. She hung up and started driving, dialing Mayla as she went.
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It had taken Martin several minutes to get Jon back into bed and convince him to stay put - although this last part may have been solely due to the fact that Jon was too exhausted to keep fighting. Martin promised to return with soup, received a scoff, and slipped away. 
Basira had, unsurprisingly, hung up by the time Martin got back. He returned the phone to its cradle and headed to the kitchen. He started a mild broth warming, collected ice for his blooming black eye, and returned to the phone to redial Basira. 
“Martin? Are you okay? I heard you shout.”
Martin sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine. He… it was an accident. I’m okay.”
“Mayla’s on her way,” she said, and he could hear the frown in her voice. 
“Basira,” Martin said, feeling as though he might break apart. “He’s blind.”
There was silence on the other end. 
“Basira?”
“He’s what?”
“He’s blind. He can’t remember anything past Helen being taken, and he’s blind.”
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wombywoo · 1 year
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Thinking about “fistfuls of denim” 
-- from the latest chapter of @patiently-burning ‘s fic
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nijuukoo · 2 years
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"We're gonna find you. You don't give up, we won't give up."
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For @patiently-burning and the long awaited update to her story, Blind Man’s Bluff T_T
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flamboyant-king · 2 months
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Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.
I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.
I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.
So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?
#i was in there for a week and ill continue partial hospitalization for a few weeks#i hope i learn more and i hope i get specific help to my issues. because whay i learned there didnt directly pertain to me#but having structured daily life felt nice. but it wasnt all relaxing because there were still responisibilites on the outside world#tapping on the window or calling me on the phone. chose the best time for a meltdown. i have taxes and credit card bills to take care of#but if i stress about it now ill jsut be going back to the ER and thats no good. the hospital was so cold dude im glad im home with blankets#this is mr octopus again. im glad i broguh hom to work. i went straight to er from work and if i had no plushie with me#i probably would have stayed longer or be even more mentally unstable and distressed. its good to have comfort items#i dont think i want to know ehat if be like without some kind of companion or grounding item with me. i dont want to imagine me without em#its okay to have a little friend with you. i would be so distraught. everyone loved me there#the nurses the patients the residents yhe social workers the students#mr. octopus made them happy because of his big smile and mine too. the people there did not expect the mass amoutns of stress and depression#in this bubbly happy baby witb a happy pink octopus. one of the patients thought it was the meds the happy pills they gave me#no im jsut naturally like this. or artificially like this. i still dont know how to express or understand my feelings#if what im showing is real or not because i know ill be the happiest in the room wherever i go. maybe its a front or a mask#but when im like that kinda hard to know whats really underneath. they always ask me if im okay but i turn to myself#and its nondescript like ive put a blanket over how i really feel. its weird. the bubbly energy is blinding.#words#mr octopus#mental health#doodles
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seriousturd · 4 months
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Happy New Year fellow BMB lovers!! :D
All of the art belongs to the insanely talented artist @wombywoo
And thank you @patiently-burning for creating the beautiful masterpiece that is Blind Man's Bluff :')
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Arthurs’ a big history nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise ‼️
Why?? did he know so much about Carleon’s attack and retreat in ‘Castle of Fyrien’
And then he proceeded to happily geek out about it for Gwen 💀 (kinda adorable ngl)
Also he’s just generally very well-versed in Camelot history, ex: the deleted scene in s4ep1 where he just goes off! about the citadel of Daobeth with only minor prompting from Merlin
Exposition King 😌✨
And how does he seem be the kingdom-wide #1 expert on Wilddeoren? Hmm??
I rest my case
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bonafidehero · 2 months
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Photos I took of my pets as a child in the 90s
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#it’s so hard to look at these photos#I’m hoping maybe putting them here will help me face the pain and trauma associated with them#I think it’s especially painful because they were all such sweethearts#actual angels who were so gentle and patient with baby me#if i could go back in time and save all of them I fucking would 😭#max the malamute 🖤#best boy in the world he was such a good dog#my cousins family gave me him as a puppy#the torties were named Romeo and Juliet (even tho they were both boys 🤣)#(yeah boy torties are from the same litter! idk what happened! 🤣)#Garfield was the orange cat (and mama to the torties)#best girl in the world so sweet. she was almost completely deaf and blind#German shepherd was buddy#sweet playful boy 🖤#I didn’t get to know him very well because he (all my pets did) lived with my dad and at that point I stopped going to his house a lot#bear was the rottie#sweet boy he died really tragically my dad loved animals but was fucking stupid sometimes#and the black puppy… also died really tragically. never even lived long enough to get a name.#some of these might be pushing into 00-4 maybe#the ones of buddy are probably from then because I’m pretty sure we got him while I was in middle school#I drafted this post a few months ago and honestly doing this + writing about them really did help me process my feelings towards them#so now I’m ready to share :)#I just love the idea of seeing the world through a child’s eyes#this is what little me thought was important! lol
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mysteriousdragon2 · 7 months
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Art trade for @funkii-fox Requested me to draw N'Doul! Been drawing him quite a lot, along with Geb. But no complaints, drawing the two of them is always a treat- Geb especially because I get to mess around with how to draw water-like effects! Forgive me for the delay and mild inactivity, life's been a disaster BUT I will definitely post JoJotober in some weeks so everybody will get to see characters I don't draw often, or new characters completely! Thank you for the art trade chance once again, enjoy this N'Doul everybody ;p
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wigglys-dikrats · 1 year
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i will be blocking so many spoiler tags for npmd and may honestly take a partial tumblr hiatus and only post occasionally because i reeeeeeally don’t want npmd spoilers and am willing to wait however long for the show to come to youtube
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songbvrd · 1 year
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i’m sorry, jackie fucking sucks dude
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roses-and-elixir · 2 years
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flywolfwriting · 1 year
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Love is Patient, Love is Blind Chap. 6
Jon was quiet the whole time, staring blindly at the ceiling as Martin talked. Sometimes he’d make a face, or open his mouth like he was going to say something, but in the end the most reaction Martin got was the clenching of fists in the blanket. 
The silence in the room when Martin finished was the heaviest he’d experienced - and given his experience with silence, that was saying a lot. 
Jon finally began asking questions, most of which led back to his skeptical paranoia and he ended up accusing Martin of neglecting his work ‘as usual’ in favor of concocting this elaborate lie and taking advantage of Jon’s injury. He tried to get up again, but Martin was able to get him back down long enough for Mayla to give him a mild sedative. 
She gave Martin a little bit too. 
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Basira arrived in the middle of the night, which Martin discovered when he blearily stumbled down the stairs to make breakfast and found her sitting at the table with Mayla and Berritte. All three looked up as he hit the bottom stair and froze. Her narrowed eyes told him that the other two had told her everything. 
He didn’t have the energy to do more than blink at her before fumbling into the kitchen for tea. Mayla slipped upstairs and Berritte vanished through the glass doors into the garden. Basira leaned against the counter behind him. 
“Tell me what happened.”
The kettle was still warm. Martin selected a morning tea and poured the water over it, enjoying the ritual. Part of him hoped Basira would leave, let him wallow in his misery alone, but she was patient. 
“He woke up and panicked,” he said. 
Basira’s silence was daunting. 
He sighed. “He couldn’t see, and he thought… he thinks Michael stabbed him. That wasn’t long after you met us. You remember how paranoid he was.”
“He was right, though,” Basira pointed out. 
“But he’s not now,” Martin said, dunking his tea bag. “He just… it hurts, being reminded he once thought I’d lie to him. Especially like this.”
Martin hadn’t turned around so he couldn’t see her face, but Basira’s voice softened. “I’ll talk to him. He seemed to trust me at the time.”
He nodded mournfully, remembering when he and Tim thought she and Jon were hooking up. He heard her move towards the stairs and he spun around. “Basira-”
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dutchgp · 1 year
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rahorak-a · 2 years
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tag dump 04 : more relationships.
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mr-snailman · 9 months
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must edit stupid essay that's currently 219 words longer than it should be but y'see the thing is I really just don't want to.... I mean why do I actually have to come up with words for this. can I not just. abstract poetry perhaps? words are visual representation of meaning... could I maybe represent the feeling of finding meaning in helping my lab partner not fail chem by such a large margin through a large swath of amber paint. could I do that. would admissions people accept that.
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mourning-warmth · 11 months
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
This is just so I can find my stuff easier.
"D" Velasquez; Tattered Doll Waits Ever-So Patiently
Derik Velasquez; The Puppet Master Tied In His Own String
Rosa Velasquez; Blinded By The Future That Guides You
Hanami Okano; The Wilting Field Of Flowers
Nereus Cousteau; To Drown In Your Own Self-Made Loneliness
Carmen Sicat; Ever The Devotee To Be Bound By Your Love
Kenny Sicat; Shackled By Your Devotion
Krow; The Voracious Abyss Watches You
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