#MidnightMusing

[chardaearchive]

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When the last light peaks at the grave of the horizon, and reality becomes unmasked by the suns glare,

the last bodies lay to rest,

buried in sacramental ceremony,

the tenebrosity of waning hours inspire acquiescence

light fragments turn to shadows in sprinkles

the night devours all in its path,

Nothingness.

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[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~

[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~!    

[senlair]

Heart shaped concrete

If words had power, buildings that never fall would have been built...

My words and thoughts have left no impact at all, but they have deeply wounded me.

If love had an impact, everything I never desired would have disappeared.

If I flew away today and traveled to all corners of the world,would any wind blow to remind the earth that I once stood on it?Do I own it?

Would the movement of the clouds toward your window, blocking your view, affect how your day goes?

All the buildings in my country are old and worn out; I've lived in them for twenty-two years.

Yet every word I spoke held a lofty meaning.

A weak earthquake can kill me and bring down the building.

What your love did to me is sinful and unjust.

I cannot hate you, love you, or forget you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I don't know why my winds blew in your direction.

You are an old, worn-out building, not even from my city,but you brightened my eyes that were not yet withered, though they are now.

I love the smell of jasmine in the early morning.

I love the smell of coffee and wet earth; I love every beautiful scent,but I hate the beautiful smells that remind me of you.

I hate your scent a lot, your scent is like the stench of the sea,like the smell of freshly baked bread,and the scent of reckless teenagers, as if you were all of this...When I first fell for you,Are you today a man I can rely on?Are you the same person I loved ?I don't really know because it's been six months since I last spoke to you...

I know you change a lot as the weather around you changes.

You heat up with the heat and cool down with the cold,but sometimes you are all the seasons at once...Your scent is the scent of my old perfume, and your looks are filled with disappointment.

I miss you most of the time,miss the you who made an effort to speak my language...

Then everything ended.

Now I only hear your loud voice as i write on my wet papers...and I get chills every time, feel discomfort,then feel love a few seconds later...

What did I do to love someone so far from me, yet so close to my heart like the soul and heartbeat...

Even when I stand before you and feel your anxiety,you are always above me and always avoid me.

You make me feel terrible for loving you,and also pour your anger on me for loving me...As if I'm the only one to blame that this happened

.But the truth is, no one is to blame; if you want to blame someone,blame the hearts.Or blame the Lord of hearts.

I left your matter to the Lord of your heart...If the Lord of hearts wants me to love you, I accept that; hate yourself for it or love it.

I love myself, whether I love you or not.

This is my fate in life,my soul has been roasted as it loves you,and I think I'm just a toy to you.

I want to see you all the time in front of me, I feel a strange euphoria when you are around me.

I love to see you do what you do even when I'm far from you and not involved in it.

My illness might be completely healed by your calmness.

I love to see you write,I love to see you speak or talk passionately...

If your worn-out building fell and the stench of the sea disappeared,if the teenagers ate all the freshly baked bread,I think I wouldn't stop loving seeing you around me.

I remember when you told me your life is empty without me; my life isn't mine without you.

My share of peace in this life is you...Your smile is my sunshine on a Friday morning.

The sparkle in your eyes is the anxiety that has become my only proof of existence.

The shine of your hair is my loud laughter, and your arrogant personality are the pillars of the buildings I built.

[zymzafterdark]

Gothic Elegance

[mindfullybricked]

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

[cyberpunkonline]

I Confess

∷ stuck in the loop ∷

[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…

[thetunesclub]

For the nights you can't sleep and the thoughts won’t stop — let this carry you. 🎧 'WINGS' by S1N — a soundtrack for the shadows and the stars.

[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.

[midnight-mourning]

As an engineer you have no idea how crazy it drives me that the back of their faceplate looks like this...

BUt I do like how this turned out! I added some flares of my own but this was a fun little 'study' I guess you could say

[simplymusicai]

Echoes of the Night

[stingscustom]

Introducing the "Midnight Muse - Boudoir Shadow Coffee Mug"—a perfect blend of elegance and intimacy to celebrate the magic of nighttime! As Valentine’s Day approaches, treat yourself or someone special to a mug that wraps both heart and soul in shadowy allure. What's your favorite nighttime ritual? Share below and inspire others! 🌙

[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