#at midnight o clock

[3-aem]

me on my day off: gonna draw so much soooo much

reality: sleeps half the day

[forecast0ctopus]

phoenix wright metal detecting what will he find

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Before reading AGIT id never actually fully considered that ghosts can just fuse with other ghosts, I guess I thought it was just a special case with Dan, outside factors lining up just right and all that. I think ghost fusion has interesting uses and implications I would like to know more of

Dan is the only ghost we've seen doing this which I think is interesting, technically you could argue Skulker and Technus fuse as well, but that I see as a mere teamup since they're both distinctly there are apart. "Proper" ghost fusion seems to end with only one combined entity

Is it a well known power ghosts have? Can all ghosts do it? How rare is it that this happens? How stable do most fusions turn out? How long do they last? Just how much of an outlier is Dan in this case?

Separate but related rambles, my own thoughts on this, and apolocheese for the fanon, but I tend to imagine Dan's core is just the two mashed together, strong and trying to make something whole but yknow, still ultimately gonna be fractured and cracked in some way, thus its capable of drawing more energy in and fusing with others, although they'll not be nearly as wholly apart of him as Phantom and Plasmius, as Clockwork didn't seem to effect his personality, more like a power up of sorts

I just like thinking it's something only Dan can really do, to the extent he does it, though I do enjoy other interpretation

Oh man I wonder what other ghost fusions would look like. Imagine Dan and Fright Knight or something. Ooo Dan and Frostbite? And of course other non-Dan fusions, man I love the potential here

[aseuki]

Punches out Phemus's Gijinka design because it was practically inevitable at this point--

Don't be fooled by her mysterious look she's still just as silly as always asdkfjn

[pavstars]

rohan x reader drabble

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades :3 ]

author’s note: first little drabble posted on here!! eeek it’s kind of embarrassing but i’m sure i’ll get used to it! pardon any ooc-ness and repetition, it’s super late right now. rohan is usually a bit of an asshole lol but i wanted to see him soft...

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You love your boyfriend, really wholly and truly but it’s times like these where you want to wring his neck out and bury him in your (quite huge) backyard.           Rolling over in bed you let your blurry eyes drift over the alarm clock next to your bed, the numbers were bright green against stark black in the darkness of your bedroom. The clock read 1:32 am. And you were alone in bed, big surprise. 

Thinking back to middle school, your math teacher always said there were three constants in life: death, taxes, and A squared plus B squared equals C squared.  But obviously your teacher didn’t know Kishibe Rohan because then they would’ve discovered the fourth constant in life. Rohan, your lovely and wonderful and totally not annoying nuisance of a boyfriend never and truly EVER came to bed before 3 in the morning. How he even survived was a mystery to you and anyone to ever know him.

Alas, there you were all alone, so cold, so sleepy, so dramatic. Having let your eyes adjust to the darkness, you pulled the soft covers back from bed and stood up with a yawn. He was most likely still hunched over at his desk, sketching away in utmost concentration unaware of the time. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you stepped into the soft house slippers next to your side of the bed and went through the door and down the dark hallway to where you could see the dim glow of the office light peeking through. 

    With a creak you pushed the door open and sure enough there he was, still in his day clothes and sat at his desk at the far end of the room. You quietly padded over to where he was sitting- you had your own chair next to his desk where you regularly sat and read, but that wasn’t your destination. You wanted him to come to bed. Now.

“Ro…” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.       Rohan hummed in response, still staring down at the half-filled page on his desk. It wasn’t often that he got stuck in his work, it always seemed to come so naturally to him. You’d spent hours sitting with him, doing silly poses per his request (did he really need them or did he just want to tease you?) and you knew how fast he worked, pumping out pages and chapters at an insane speed. So to see him staring down at the page with his brows furrowed, you could just tell he was getting sleepy. 

      “Rohan.” You tried again, this time leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His green eyed gaze broke from the desk and he let you move his chair slightly so he could face you.

        “Yes dear?” He questioned.

 “Rohan come to bed.” You whined, smooching his other cheek. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, eyelashes fluttering closed. You did look rather cute he supposed, all cozy in your fuzzy pajama bottoms and big designer shirt that was definitely his.

     “I’m tired. You’re tired. Come on.” You grabbed the hand holding his pen causing it to clatter on to the busy desk. 

“I’m almost done,” Rohan promises, tired eyes opening again and falling to where his pen had fallen. “An hour more, no more. Go back without me.”

    You groan and let go of him, stepping back from his chair and crossing your arms. “You’ve been working on this all day and I can tell you’re tired! You’ve been staring at that panel for forever Ro.” You pout. “I’m sleepy and I want cuddles.”

     He turns all the way to face you and raises his eyebrows, tilting his head. “You’re being a baby, (name). I’ll be there soon,” your boyfriend motions to shoo you out of his office. Ruddeee. Expecting you to comply and head back to the bedroom, he simply turns back around and goes back to his work, But you were never one to listen, especially not to him. 

      With a “hmmph” you uncrossed your arms and turned his chair back around. 

“Hey!” Rohan snarled, narrowing his eyes at you. But before he could say anything else you crawled into his lap, facing towards him with your knees on either side of his hips. If he wasn’t going to come to bed and snuggle you, you’d bring the snuggles to him and he could keep working as long as he damn well pleased. 

    Flabbergasted, your boyfriend’s mouth opened but nothing came out. You simply nuzzled your nose into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, trying to get comfy as you breathed in his scent. All he could do was scoot back to his desk and let you cuddle him as he continued to work, but he found himself finding the page far easier to finish when he had a reason to come to bed.

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      Time passed with you readjusting yourself in Rohan’s lap, mumbling here and there against his skin, and by the time he was actually finished with the chapter, he had found to no surprise that you had fallen asleep on him. The corners of his lips lifted in a smile and he shook his head fondly. You were quite the nuisance sometimes but you meant no harm, if anything you were a saint for putting up with his ridiculous schedule- but he would never tell you that, lest you have something to guilt him with.

    The clock on his desk read 2:40 am and he was sure you’d be getting a crick in your neck by now so he set his pen down and tried to carefully stand up with you still clinging to him like a koala, his surprisingly strong arms holding you against him as he carried you out of the office and back to your bedroom. He’d have to come back to turn the office lamp off, hands a bit too full of his sleepy significant other. 

    When Rohan leans down to place you in bed you whine and open your eyes, grabbing at his arm to pull him on top of you with surprising sleepy strength. With an “oomph” he lands on top of you and a giggle escapes your mouth as you wrap your arms around his lean torso and squeeze hard. “Sleeeeeeep!” You whisper. 

    An arm on either side of your head, he lifts himself off of you and straddles your hips. “You’re still in your daytime clothes!” You point out and sit up as well, giggling all the while. It seems you’d switched positions, as earlier you’d been the one in his lap and now he’d fallen into yours. 

      “Well obviously,” he muses. “I wouldn’t have changed into my pajamas mid-work just to keep working.” Rohan rolls his eyes. 

    Your hands drift up to his head where his headband is still on and your fingers slip under it, pulling it from him and carelessly tossing it to the floor. He groans as your fingers run through his dark green hair, weaving through strands and massaging at his scalp. He’s melting in your hands and you can tell you’re successfully pulling him towards the temptation of sleep. 

      Or at least that’s what you thought, until he fought against the enticing promises of sleep and head massages to climb off of you and slip out of bed. 

    “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” You groan at him, throwing your arms into the air. 

“I’m just going to turn the lamp off!” Your boyfriend raises his hands in defense and before you can accuse him of doing otherwise, he leaves the room. Now anything could happen. He could actually come back like he said, or he’d step into the office to switch the lamp off and let the demons win and pull him back to his soul sucking, time consuming, boyfriend stealing work.

    Too annoyed with your false victory, you roll over in bed to face away from the door and pull the blankets tight over your form. You weren’t that upset you reasoned, tucking your legs to your chest. It wasn’t anything new, but it was disappointing that you’d gotten so close to getting him to stay. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let sleep start to consume you and you’re just on the verge of passing out when you hear the door to your room open again. 

      Rohan assumes you’d already fallen back asleep so he takes his time changing out of his elaborate outfit and into something a bit more comfortable. Once he’d taken his earrings out and carefully placed them on the dresser, he slipped into bed on the opposite side from you- only letting out a huff of surprise when you immediately turned to face him and pulled him into your curled up form.

    “Hi.” You smiled, wrapping your arms tight around his waist and tangling his legs with yours. “I thought you weren’t coming back” the admittance falls from your lips and he frowns in response, but can’t really fault you for believing that. Truthfully, he was quite busy most of the time and he had been paying less attention to you than you really deserved. 

      “Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” Rohan’s hands slip under your shirt to rest against your soft skin and you quietly shriek at the feeling of his cold fingers against your stomach. 

“You’re so cold, eugh!” You wiggle away, pushing him half off the bed. 

    The mangaka scoffs and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back over to him and letting you squirm at the touch of his icy hands against your tummy. “I thought you were begging me to come cuddle you? You better come warm me up then.” he smirks, pressing a tired kiss to your neck as you squirm in his grasp. 

Eventually you settle with a few more kisses, this time on your collarbones, and then just below them as Rohan rests his head on your chest, letting a sleepy sigh pass his lips as you finally stop resisting and cuddle into him just as you’d been begging for an hour ago. Even though it was way too late (or early?) you happily let him settle into you and feel yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness. No matter, you can just convince him to sleep in with you the next morning.

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

hi hello there you are

WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM

[enchantedalexia]

every surprise song for the us leg of The Eras Tour *updated after each show

3/17 mirrorball & tim mcgraw

3/18 this is me trying & state of grace

3/24 our song & snow on the beach

3/25 cowboy like me feat. marcus mumford & white horse

3/31 sad beautiful tragic & ours

4/1 death by a thousand cuts & clean

4/2 jump then fall & the lucky one

4/13 speak now & treacherous

4/14 the great war feat. aaron dessner & you’re on your own, kid

4/15 mad woman feat. aaron dessner & mean

4/21 wonderland & you’re not sorry

4/22 a place in this world & today was a fairytale

4/23 begin again & cold as you

4/28 the other side of the door & coney island

4/29 high infidelity & gorgeous

4/30 i bet you think about me & how you get the girl

5/5 sparks fly & teardrops on my guitar

5/6 out of the woods & fifteen !!!

5/7 would’ve could’ve should’ve feat. aaron dessner & mine

5/12 gold rush & come back … be here

5/13 forever and always & this love

5/14 hey stephen & the best day

5/19 should’ve said no & better man

5/20 question…? & invisible

5/21 i think he knows & red (her piano broke during the last rain show)

5/26 getaway car feat. jack antonoff & maroon

5/27 holy ground & false god

5/28 welcome to new york & clean (again)

6/2 i wish you would & the lakes

6/3 you all over me feat marren morris & i don’t wanna live forever

6/4 hits different & the moment i knew

6/9 haunted & i almost do

6/10 all you had to do was stay & breathe

6/16 mr. perfectly fine & the last time

6/17 seven feat. aaron dessner & the story of us

6/23 paper rings & if this was a movie

6/24 dear john & daylight

6/30 i’m only me when i’m with you & evermore

7/1 ivy feat. aaron dessner & i miss you i’m sorry by gracie feat. gracie abrams & call it what you want to

7/7 never grow up & when emma falls in love

7/8 last kiss (on the koi fish guitar) & dorothea

7/14 picture to burn & timeless

7/15 starlight & back to december

7/22 this is why we can’t have nice things & everything has changed

7/23 message in a bottle & tied together with a smile

7/29 right where you left me feat. aaron dessner & castles crumbling

7/30 stay stay stay & all of the girls you loved before

8/3 i can see you & maroon (again)

8/4 our song (again) & you are in love

8/5 death by a thousand cuts (again) & you’re on your own, kid (again)

8/7 dress & exile

8/8 i know places & king of my heart

8/9 new romantics & new year’s day

—end of first leg—

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purple- guitar songs pink-piano songs blue- both

[hhoneycloves]

and one more for tonight:

I want to be the image that pops into yall's head when you hear ""maladaptive daydreamer."" "Oh isn't that honeycloves guy one of those. He spends hours daily basically larping in his head." I want the people who interact with me to Know. And more importantly, Understand.

I want to talk about how it's been affecting me lately. because it's strange. it's something i didn't realize affected me until rather recently.

Long, long ramble, Throwing it under the cut for those interested in hearing what my tired ass has to say. There is also a TL;DR at the bottom.

sometimes i don't really realize how much i do. how often i seek to avoid mirrors or my reflection because i know I'll see myself. That freakish, imperfect creature with the Problems. it's a vestigial comfort I developed years ago to escape a horrid reality, but now it basically just puts me in Compulsory Roleplay Mode half the time.

And it's been very strange and difficult being like this when I'm not in my own home.

It took me a solid 3 hours to fully process the fact that. today. I came home and put on my Soul outfit. I only just woke up from a nap and realized, holding this plush chicken:

oh god the mental illness got me again 🪦

and The Embarrassment hit me like a truck. God damn. You let yourself stay in that delusional, trance-like state of only being partially yourself for that long? in pseudo-public? AND you muscle-memory'd your way into a closet cosplay for it?

I understand that it causes no physical harn to me, with the biggest detriment being that it causes me to waste valuable time and energy, and that it's very comfortable and safe-feeling to do. But it's more comfortable in one's own space. I've barely been able to make space for myself in the past 3 months. Thus, I've been feeling notably increased feelings of Guilt and Hesitation towards existing in the daydream state.

It would please me to be called Soul for an hour. Even if it's only just once or in passing. But that is a LOT to ask of anyone, especially of those who are caring for you purely out of the goodness of their hearts. Especially of your partner, who has enough going on. It's a lot on others to basically be forced to roleplay with you because of your daydreams. Hence why I crave so much to go back to my house and the safety of my room where I can be Every Character in the story and speak their lines aloud in their voices and turn my music up above 20% volume and not be forced to explain or worry about being heard or judged.

I'm definitely too old to be ill to this extent. it's escapism by every definition. I see it happen when I'm overwhelmed and stressed. I shut down and open my sketchbook and stop being me. Because the Problem is for Noah to deal with. I retreat and move forward as somebody else. Even though I know It's still just Me. This behavior is frankly so ubiquitous to my existence that I likely haven't perceived all the detriment it does yet.

However, sometimes [but not often], it has it's benefits, strangely? Looking at something from the perspective of a different character, whether existing fictional or an OC, sometimes helps me consider a situation in a way I wouldn't usually. How would X do this? How would Y think about this situation? How would Z act if this happened to them?

It also. Y'know. Helps me as a storybuilder. And more recently as a writer. I think my stagnation on this chapter recently has been tied to my hesitation to Be Heart. to Think like him. To go act him out for a few hours, test the waters, see how he would react In Real Time, on the spot. It's not something I can consider passively. All of the other chapters [i do have existing finished chapters! I'm building a buffer!] were spurred by daydreaming Before I wrote them.

In conclusion/TL;DR sorta, because I Need To Go To Bed:

i have an interesting little Condition, maladaptive daydreaming. I feel kind of Awful about when I do it, but it's a sort of escapism addiction left over from past trauma. It's been difficult living with it recently because I'm not at home. I want to go home so I can go back to daydreaming safely. it has it's pros and cons in my personal life, many of which I probably don't even know about.

[grosserboyfriend]

redguytober five? i think? my bad im so fucking tired and burnt out but the people want red guy content so red guy content they shall have (even if its kinda shit)

puppet red + gender not specified reader + a little bit of breeding kink + theyre fuckin in the offiiiiiice

i wanna give a shoutout to twitter artists for inspiring me

MINORS DNI.

“ah-! fuck!”

red hissed through his teeth, head tossed back as you sank onto his cock, whining at the feeling of being so full as you bottomed out. he had the courtesy to stay still as you adjusted to the stretch, but as soon as you nodded he grabbed your hips, lifting you on his cock and thrusting back into you so hard you were sure you’d have trouble walking later.

you moaned, high-pitched and breathy as his cock brushed the most sensitive part inside you, but before you could beg for more he was putting a hand over your mouth. “can’t- let anyone catch us, yeah?” despite his apprehensions, he took advantage of the angle that you were at, using one hand to guide you as you bounced on his cock while the other hand kept you quiet and nearly suffocated.

his attempt at quieting you down was hardly enough against the way his cock filled you over and over, your thighs shaking as you kept your pace, desperate to cum. you didn’t miss the look in red’s eyes as he watched you, a mix of gentle adoration and raw lust that made your stomach twist with need. on a particularly affectionate whim, you reached forward, moving some of his hair away from his place to reveal his wonderfully inhuman teeth. turning your head to escape the hand muffling your voice. “you’re so lovely, red.” you gasped, fighting to keep your voice low as his grip on your hip tightened. “so good- ah, you’re so good for me-!”

at your words he choked on a moan, tilting his head to lean further into your touch as he forced your hips down, keeping you in place as he used you as a fleshlight. “just for you-” he whimpered, hips stuttering as you leaned over to kiss his face. “gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up-” he gasped, grabbing your chin and guiding you to meet his lidded gaze as he chased his orgasm. “can y’ take it? not gonna make a mess?”

you shook your head furiously, desperate for the feeling of his load inside you. leaning forward, you ground your hips down on him. “breed me, red.”

the noise that came out of him was positively feral, a guttural growl that reverberated from his chest as he came in you. the feeling of his cum filling you up made you moan softly as you came around him, clutching his arms as you shook in his lap.

after a long moment, he looked back at you, the anxiety radiating off of him a far cry from the man who had just grabbed your face and promised to breed you.

“y’alright?”

[suuho]

sitting here thinking about how junmyeon chose to perform been through as his solo song for exploration, a song that is literally about how to be resilient and persevere through the pain. a song that says, “i’ll get used to it, like catching a cold again. this isn’t the end, better days will come; at the end of that day, you’ll shine on me like this. without change, you shine on me forever. the quiet air, the warm wind, they’re all there, always in the same place. pain is just a passing storm to me.” a song that wasn’t a title track, a song that is on a winter album, it isn’t even part of their major discography. and he performed it while he had the members’ names written on his chest and back, and he exposed that for everyone to see, and he performed it all by himself. and the members made fun of him for the names but they were touched too, and junmyeon has always been so dedicated to them and to this group, and he’s always been so fucking resilient, he had to carry so much weight for them. and he fucking did it. and he put himself on that stage, and he said. i’ll get through it. again. because that’s what he always has done.

[aggressively-selfships]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY🥳🥳🥳

Even though I'm sick I'm gonna be celebrating at home with my f/os and they all have plans to make it special for me🥹 thank you to everyone who's interacted, supported and just hung around!! I appreciate everyone here and you all get a slice of bday cake🥳🥰

[sad-leon]

okay.. uhhhh

sorry for the spam lasjkflasdjf

felt like actually cleaning my inbox out for the first time in forever...

tumblr is still telling me i have 5 things when i only have 2 so.... idk what thats about ;-;

[autocorrection]

get in losers we're going shopping (tag game)

@dreamsy990 @phantommarigold @whole-bilk-milk @timetokrill @ridragon

[technovillain]

my geriatric ass will say some shit like "kids these days don't understand the joy of raisins" and mean it

[anonymouspuzzler]

now that it is officially New Years for me i will port over my little resolutions from the bird site!!

small: --get thru my second semester --leash train my kitty

BIG!! --make the zines i keep threatening to make --look into actual voice training to improve my range & control

Pie In The Sky I Probably Won't Be Able To Do This But I Am Voicing It Into Being Anyways: --try to create at least a complete start-to-finish plot outline for villain-coded (the buck 'n davey 'n minnie series that exists in my head) so i can try to make it into Something Real in the future!!

[tombwontclxse]

someone on tiktok a while ago gave all the presidents taylor swift songs to represent them and I’ve forgotten almost all of them, but I remember that they gave grant dear reader and now whenever it comes on I’m like. yeah this does in fact fit 18th president, best general the union had to offer, scruffy alcoholic, Ulysses S. Grant surprisingly well