#i know it's 3am but still!!!

[curious-chaosmagiic]

Me: Tithonus would you be ok if i also started working with Hypnos?

Tithonus: you won't.. forgot me will you?

Me: WHAT?? NO OF COURSE NOT IM DEVOTED TO YOU I DONT PLAN ON JUST RANDOMLY DROPPING YOU??

Tithonus: really? :D then absolutely i think you should work with him :D !

Me: Hypnos what do you think?

Hypnos: yeah sure let's make it official

Me: yippee!! i'll do a more in depth spread when i get back from my night routine

Me, later trying to opening his candle, it's literally locked shut: sigh, yeah i should be in bed sorry

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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[divorcedes]

circular narratives, passing the gauntlet, and boy kings // inspired by @mnyd 's tags on @drivestraight 's post

[seruadoric]

okay but ramming you headfirst w my brainrot but like jiyan(wuwa) probably a brat tamer right? tbh i cant really get into brat taming bc if my mans start being all mean to me i would /gen get upset esp in like the bed UNLESS its like done out of love. So like i can only imagine he ""brat"" tames his lover when they've done something he does not like and like i dont think jiyan is the type to get easily upset UNLESS you've like---say put yourself in harms way bc of him to like shield him from an attack or something then he'd fuck you meanly (after you've recovered obviously) anyways hello welcome to wuwa rot let us all go to hell amen

I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR JIYAN so many relationships/smut hcs for him 😔 afab!reader, slight voyeurism

personally, i don't see jiyan being too mean with you. rough as he is on the battlefield, he's much more tender and gentle with his companions.

but at times, he finds himself frustrated at your attempts to protect him ... he knows that you're coming from a good place, and that you really care for him — but he can fight for himself just fine.

so when he sees you injured for trying to shield him, his emotions just blow up ... ( nsfw under the cut )

"consider this your punishment." he growled into your ear, thick and girthy cock ramming into your cunt once more. pressing you up harder against the wall, he was not holding back. "i already told you i could handle myself out there, and you want to play hero?"

"look at yourself." whimpering and moaning against the wall, with jiyan's hand covering your mouth. you were a mess underneath him. "stay silent, or do you want someone else to hear you?" "j-jiya—" you managed to say, only for him to press himself harder inside you. "i told you to stay quiet."

another moan slips from your lips, and jiyan takes his hand off, instead exploring down your body. he felt your walls tightening around him, taking him in so good —

he groans, pushing himself deeper inside. "i'm close," he whispers in your ear, his cock throbbing against your womb. "do you want me to do it inside?"

with your nod, he plants his seed inside of your core, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. he gently pulls out, grabbing a cloth and cleaning the both of you up. "i hope you've learned your lesson, sweetheart." his demeanor was different than what you had just seen, as he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. "... don't do that again."

this is highkey shitty 😭 i don't have much experience writing smut, so please forgive me if this wasn't as good ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა this is actually my first time writing smut scenes, so eckkck 😿

i might also write this but for amab!reader ... but i need someone to tell me so, since i'm not so good at writing for amab 😓

[thejanisimiike]

rejanis thru text (pt 4/?)

(more parts - pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3)

[dragonlordofmiddleearth]

Why did my Merlin sim just fistfight Death himself

[sburator]

The painting is striking. Its presence alone takes Daniel's breath away, not just through its remarkable beauty but also the fact that it's been deemed to be lost for more than half a century, and now it's right there, in their living room. Daniel approaches it with reverence, respect and all the care of a man who's just woken up and is still having his first sip of coffee of the night.

Armand is engrossed in the details, looking at the painting in the way he does, with eyes soft and pensive, managing to be even more beautiful than the art itself.

“I’ve wanted to have this one for so long,” he says, barely taking his eyes away to look at Daniel. He smiles a small, nostalgic smile. “I like surrounding myself with old things.”

Daniel fucking chokes. He hardly has enough time to turn around to spare this priceless piece of art but the warm coffee's already spilling out his nose, making his eyes water. He spits whatever coffee he didn't get to swallow because between the laughing and the shock of having liquid up his nose he forgets how to breathe and his body panics.

“What?” Armand's beside him with the gentle taps on his back that don't help at all. Daniel is almost doubled over with laughter, whatever's left in that cup spilling on the beautiful carpet because he's shaking so hard with it. “I did not mean— Daniel,” says Armand, needlessly stern, which makes Daniel laugh even harder.

“No, you said what you said,” Daniel manages, as soon as he can talk. He wipes his nose on his sleeve, hands Armand the cup, then turns around to find some tissues or something.

He's in the bathroom, full of mirth as he's wiping the coffee that spilled down the front of his shirt. He can hear Armand knocking twice.

“Are you alright?”

He comes out a minute later, still smiling but looking and feeling less gross.

“You can be the most unintentionally hilarious person I know. I love you,” he states. A fact. “Please tell me I didn't get any coffee on the painting.”

“No, the painting is fine. What I wanted to say is that for someone like me—for a lot of us, I think—art from when we were younger, maybe even living, is a tether to our past. It's comforting, maybe there's a sense of schadenfreude there, at how the subjects in the painting are forever trapped in that moment while we roam for centuries, the world a whirlwind of change around us. Or perhaps it's kinship, how we both, art and ourselves, remain unchanged, fixed points in time, each of us suspended in our own way.”

“Mhm. You like surrounding yourself with old things,” repeats Daniel, in the precise tone to rile Armand up further.

[levemetal]

I am so late, and I couldn't even finish shit in time, so instead have this watercolor I made for a tgcf art contest that I've been itching to upload. They have my whole heart your honor

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[artbyfuji]

Hope you all had a frightful STRQ-o-WEEN 🎃👻

[tempestmothstorm]

Ok since Monika still has her admin powers in the side stories you think she could just discover them accidentally or use them without realizing

Anyways au where Monika and friends discover her admin powers but dont know about the wider context of what it means. So they just go around thinking Monika has magic and try practicing with a bunch of silly fun shenanigans because they figure it’s some chosen one bloodline stuff and not like. A product of their reality being a constricted digital science experiment.

This au will not end well

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

lublana 🥰🥰

[angelscrowbar]

Newdi mikus!

Isolated versions ⤵

[ratcandy]

3 straight hours of drawing and editing through a horrid migraine for a whole THIRTY SECONDS of self-indulgence beyond your wildest dreams. we call this being extremely normal

song is Bernadette by IAMX

[woodenfawn]

what a romantic outing, i suppose. it's just me, my contracted human companion, the girl he's fallen in love with, and her father

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.