#midnightmusings

[midnight-mourning]

Hey Tenna how's it going-OH SHIT!!! BUST IT DOWN TV BOY!!

Tenna breakdancing along with two other of my favorites from a doodle page, will share the full thing when it's done mayhaps

edit: finished doodle page is here

[juhnkit]

Chill n'Fill Episode 17

Seek and You Shall Find, Darkness Falls, and Worried Masterpieces   I arrived for my Wednesday shift at Chill n’Fill to find Bob wrestling with our one-eyed polar bear sign again. This time, he was carefully attaching what appeared to be a tiny telescope to the bear’s remaining good eye. The sombrero had been removed… “seasonal branding,” Bob had explained via text… and replaced with what looked…

[xpressionsbyritesh]

🌟 Welcome to My World of Words! 🎭✍️

Hey there, fellow dreamers, thinkers, and lovers of words! 💫 Whether you stumbled upon my blog by chance or fate brought you here, welcome to a space where emotions come alive, laughter flows freely, and stories take flight.

💡 Why This Blog?

I have always believed that words have magic—they can make you laugh, inspire you to dream, and sometimes, even bring a tear to your eye. This blog is my way of turning thoughts into stories, emotions into poetry, and life’s chaos into something meaningful.

Here’s what you can expect:

📜 Romantic Poetry & Heartfelt Musings – Because love deserves to be written in beautiful words. 😂 Comedy & Fun Observations – Because laughter is therapy, and life is too short to be serious all the time. 💡 Motivation & Inspiration – Because we all need that little push to keep going. 🎭 Thought-Provoking Stories & Perspectives – Because life is a story, and every chapter has something to teach us.

🎬 The Journey Begins… With You!

This is just the beginning, and I’d love for you to join me on this adventure. Feel free to follow, reblog, or drop a comment—let’s build a space where words connect us all.

So, are you ready? Let’s create something unforgettable together. 🚀✨

💙 Welcome to my world of words.

[naomimoorewrites]

Slow Sink

then

While you waste time barking at the moon… I’m dying which, as you know, means I’m dying as well. That is truth, not a perspective. Your fear is understandable, but groundless. We have no choice. Without you I am nothing.

No buts, I will do anything - against any odds - to have more time with you, anything. 

And if you die?

And if I die, I will find you in death. 

How terrible is it to love something that Death can touch. Old beasts have odd hungers. In somnis veritas; in dreams, there is truth. It is okay to be a little broken. 

Today, nothing makes sense. I get flustered, stumble over my words, and misinterpret their signals. 

Focus your attention on the sensations in your chest, your stomach, your shoulders.

Relationships contract and relax, get close and come apart. The more gruelling the struggle, the more spectacular the triumph. Figure out how to live your life being yourself. It’s okay to nurse your wounds, but don’t get stuck in a cycle of self pity. Anger was better than fear. Better than tears and grief, and guilt. 

How can I explain myself? It could all be so simple. But you'd rather make it hard. Loving you is like a battle. We both end up with scars. Tell me who I have to be. 

Let me go. Leave. I keep letting you back in. 

You, precious you. He clasps my cheeks between his hands. How can I explain myself?

Look. As painful as this thing has been, I can't just quit now. I know what I must do: you let go and I'll let go too. Listen, no one has ever hurt me as much as you, and no one ever will. 

When I try to walk away you hurt yourself to make me stay. This is insane. I know you care for me. You said you cared for me. 

No one loves you as much as me, and no one ever will.

now

Sometimes I lose myself. Lose the power to govern my own body. Lose the ability to even care. The loss is never obvious. Explicit. 

It's a slow sink until I'm miles underground. Alone. Left without a ladder. And I have to claw my long way back. And I suppose that's my fault. I should have known. But I didn’t need a ladder on the way down.

Is it to stay tucked away in the belly of the earth? Is it wrong to even wonder? To ask: who makes the decisions? The one who has the answers. That’s obvious I have so many questions 

My ability to answer is hindered by your ability to ask the right questions.

What do you gain from this sick cycle? This perverted carousel. More importantly, what have we lost? What were you willing to lose to be here?

with you             with me

Do you wonder if maybe you gave up too much? Maybe the prize was not worth the sacrifice.

Any part I lost I replaced with bits of you. Your smile was brighter than mine anyways. And what was my laugh worth? Now that I have yours.

There are no pieces of me missing that I can say I miss. I am not an incomplete being. I am better. What is gone has simply been replaced. I am whole, as long as I have you.

He was dead before he hit the floor. The dead are dead. The living grieve. I spent the last ten years expelling demons.

Be mad at me all you want. I am staying by your side.

Men are taught shame from the womb. Men are shown shame and then they are contained, kept in line, in the rigid masculine condition.

Adam was at Eve’s side when the serpent coaxed her into the first bite. Eve’s sin was curiosity. The damnation of women’s inquisitive minds. And man’s first sin? Cowardice. Adam, gardener, protector, stood by and did nothing. Eve curious and Adam cowardly. And from then on, both were casted away into a world of shame.

Who is the God that can deliver you from my hands? Who’s gonna save you?

[mariahakhunji]

In the depths of his sorrow, my father drowns, and I stand by, powerless, spirit crushed under the weight of his despair. If only I were a magician, I would strip him of his suffering and cast it into the void. But if the sacred order of the cosmos demands balance, if they forbid the erasure of even a fragment of his torment, then let us not defy them. Instead, I beg, let his sorrows be mine. Let the ledger remain intact, but let me be the one to carry his burdens. If the quantity of misery must remain unchanged, then let it be transferred to me, so that he may walk free, even if I must stumble in his place.

~Mariah

[theloulouge]

Life Lens- Entry 70

The Writer’s Struggle You know what’s going on? I’ve got this itch to write, like, my brain’s on fire with ideas. But here’s the kicker – I’m seriously, and I mean seriously, sleepy right now. It’s like a battle royale between my creative side, all pumped up and ready to roll, and my body that’s just yelling, “Give me some Z’s, dude!” I want to get these thoughts down on paper, no doubt. But…

[furminxceductress]

🌟 My disco nights don’t end. They echo.

[penthousedragon]

Fankid Commission for Midnightmuser on Inkbunny~!

My Commissions are always open, so if you’d like to commission me too, You Can Find My Commission Sheet Here~!    

[zymzafterdark]

Gothic Elegance

[midnight-mourning]

On Your Cue, Starlight

Ever the perfect performer, he'll wait for you~ (probably)

*please click for better quality tumblr nerfed this entire post >_<*

Hi @kibbits!! I was your secret santa this year, made you a lil something with your BAL fella! saw you ALSO enjoy the nutcracker and jumped on making something related to that hehe

I imagined this at a point where they're starting to test the boys out with actual shows, and a form of the nutcracker ballet would be perfect for it! Y/N (slightly nervously) takes the role of a clara-eqsue character, with Sun being the Nutcracker and Moon of course playing the mouse king which leads to, interesting, battle scenes haha,

had a lot of fun sketching ideas for this and making it overall, tried to incorporate a few little things from Sun's coat bc it's SUCH a fun design like asdkfhs (didn't know sun in a big coat was everything i needed in life but APPARENTLY, i was wrong)

also, wrote a brief little synopsis/drabble below to provide a little context ^-^

i hope you enjoy!! merry christmas & happy holidays!!!

(drabble & process pics below the cut)

The lights are bright, and even from here you can feel their warmth. Usually it would be more of a comfort to you, but at this moment it feels almost too much. The music plays from the speakers, having been given a recent touch up after months of begging for improved equipment. There's little chatter from the audience, they're far too invested in the performance, which again would be a great thing if your nerves weren't on fire. 

Your eyes flick back to the animatronic in front of you, not moving even a centimeter out of place, waiting for your cue. Though really, it's the shift in the song, you almost think that regardless of whether you were ready or not he would pull you into the spotlight to complete the scene.

He knows his role, ever the perfect performer, as he was made to be. The role of the Nutcracker is fitting, in a way, for him. While obviously not a prince cursed to take on the role of toy solider, you imagine being locked away in a closet for several years provides a similar experience. 

You take a deep breath, you've been preparing weeks for this. Months really, when you consider how long it's taken to get to this point, to an actual show. You can't let them down, can't let yourself down. All the hard work, the re-imagining, the late nights spent debating, sewing, painting, chatting, maybe even bonding—all of it leads to this. It's amazing how a few seconds can last for hours.

The song lifts, you take his hand. 

And so it begins.

hehehe, anywho, process and such is here for those who care to see it :D

close up & sun only version

lineart & flats

rendering pt 1

background & lineless lol

bonus: version with less hand cropped bc it turned out so beautiful~

[musicpromotionclub]

"Like You" by DeeVon is that late-night track you play when the silence gets heavy and memories hit harder.

[soulbluesvibes]

La Magie du Saxophone sous le soleil de minuit : Un voyage musical et émotionnel...

[eclipsewx]

last night, i texted a friend but hesitated. we've always had a diff type of bond depending on the phase of life we were in, it's always those late nights texts which you end up regretting after waking up lmao. and i hesitated that will i get a chill reply giving that we're now in the low maintenance friendship (which i love- btw, life gets busy. but she mah bitch) or will i be able to get the convo i wanted out of her. i hesitated. out of the thousands times when i held back i didn't this time and texted her. she replied and w talked about it and i adore her.

[naomimoorewrites]

For Your Amusement

Sour like thrown-up wine, acid on my tongue. It’s the taste that lingers, the kind that leaves a sourness stuck to your teeth. I don’t know why I’m still here, but here I am. Doing the best I can with what God gave me, which isn’t much. Not enough, certainly. But that's all I’ve got.

God takes what it wants. It doesn’t ask. It doesn’t even apologize. I’m not one for religion, but I think I get it now. My body’s not a temple, it’s more like an amusement park - littered with cotton candy and spilled popcorn, noisy, attracting people who are more interested in the cheap thrills than anything that might actually matter. I’ve got roller coasters of anxiety and a ferris wheel of regret, but no one’s coming to my rundown show. And the rides? They keep spinning anyway. No one’s stopping them.

No one’s stopping me. In the dead of night when there is no one around to see me consume consume consume There’s a light in the fridge, so what am I supposed to do? If we’re not supposed to have them, then why is the universe always handing me a little sweet treat, a little moment of distraction? And don’t even get me started on the microwave. You can heat up leftovers, no problem, but you can’t heat up your life. You can’t go back to that thing you screwed up three years ago and fix it. You can’t pop your mistakes into the microwave and hit “reheat.” That’d be nice, though. But if you’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, you’d know that the only thing reheated in this life is disappointment.

I’ve spent enough time staring at my reflection to know that I’m not special. If you had lived my life—if you could somehow do the thing where you get into my head and really feel it, front to back—you wouldn’t dare call me privileged. Or maybe you would, but you’d be wrong. Because the last time I checked, privilege doesn’t come with this kind of exhaustion, with this weight on your chest, with this sneaky voice in your head telling you that you’re nothing, that nothing you do matters. And that’s what I have. A voice. That’s all. The rest is just noise.

So, yeah, maybe I’m privileged. I get to wake up in a bed that’s mine and go to a fridge that’s stocked with food I can eat at 3 AM when the world’s asleep and I’m wide awake with nothing to do except stew in my own thoughts. Privilege doesn’t come with happiness. It comes with expectations. The constant sense that you should be better, do more, try harder. Maybe I’m tired of trying. Maybe I’ve been tired for years.

But I can’t stop, can I? Not now. It’s like being on one of those roller coasters that never ends. I’m strapped in, and the ride just keeps going.

I open my eyes to the same thing every day: the light in the fridge, the dark outside, the same dirty dishes that’ll still be there when I get back. It’s all so fucking predictable.

But if I’ve learned anything from living as long as I have, it’s this: you can hate it, but you can’t stop it. Not really. You can ignore it, numb yourself with whatever’s available - sleep, food, wine, Netflix - consume consume consume. But at the end of the day, it’s just you. And I’m not even sure who that is anymore.

So here I am. Still alive. Still here.

Doing the best I can with what God gave me.

[carloswritesooks]

🕷️ “The Mouth Beneath My Bed”

By Carlos Davila Medina Photo by Du01b0u01a1ng Nhu00e2n on Pexels.com There’s something breathing under there—Not air… but you.Not dust or creak or shadow-spun,It knows the weight of every shoe. It speaks in hunger, cracked and dry,Its tongue is stitched with baby cries.Its teeth are teeth,but not quite right—Too many rows.Too sharp.Too white. It calls me by my childhood name,The one no…

[mindfullybricked]

Night walk. Crop top. Star-chasing energy. 🌌✨ Some dreams are grounded… others are reached for with bare legs and bold steps.