// today my grandma has been laid in her final resting place. she was 66 years old. at least now, she will no longer be in pain. i am grateful for every memory i have with her. my absence will remain as i try to process my grief. thank you for understanding.
steven stone. (hiatus)
@throneofstone.bsky.social
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،، a primal world, lost thousands of years in the past… a legendary pokémon of tremendous power became humanityʼs greatest threat… the terror aroused by that power is clear to see in this ancient artwork. [ roleplay account. art is mine. 21+ ]
// sorry for my absence, everyone. i have been dealing with irl stuff and it's a bit much on me right now. ill come back when im ready to.
// feeling conflicted so might take a break for a few days.
( cradily, on the other hand, looks a little too happy smothering steven with its petals. )
that is unfortunate. allow me to help with, one of those predicaments.
exhausted. what a day. all that travelling…
[Looking back at -reader- as they enter into the room that holds Proton. Did they put him here? Are they going to get him out? He assumes he's going to find out the answer to that in just a few moments.]
// trying to convince myself to do replies but i can only do small replies rn... rip
my seventeen beldums need enrichment, i fear.
good morning! it is time to seize the day!
// marius wants to draw steven stone but marius also wants to lay down and question life
// genuinely obsessed with the outfit i gave to mii steven in tomodachi life because it looks so cute on him…
is your thesis due at any moment in particular? because while i respect your dedication to your work, it is not, ehm, wise to lose sleep over it. no matter how important it may be. ( steven could really learn from his own words. he even sounds like his father, now. )
eheh...tired, my love, *tired.* i made the mistake of having a coffee around nine to try and finish as much as i could of my thesis. you can imagine how *that* went over... ( his hands writhe in his lap, soft shapes moving across his vision—his body settles for a low, rumbling yawn instead. )
( side–eyed for too long! retreat, retreat! stevenʼs eyes are quick to fixate on the rings on his fingers as he takes a long, slow sip from his tea. but he, inevitably, does nod along in response. ) …i really do not blame you, i am no better. although the word “knackered„ goes right over my head…
( ...a small, defeated sigh. that side-eye burns at his peripherals. he can't keep things quiet for the life of him. ) sorry for...always being up so early, my love. i really don't mean it. work's just had me *knackered* lately.
( t–tea time, of course… with a mildly concerned side–eye towards oliver. )
( shhhhhh. no need to worry about that. tea time. ❤️ )
the little angel and devil on my shoulders are speaking.
i feel like i should turn my phone off for the week.