#it is 4am

[celestielbeing]

buck looking so miserable he’s like those sad cartoon characters that have a little rain cloud 🌧️ above them that follows them around. full sad cartoon character. literally yay. buck and his little rain cloud 🌧️

[lizardbrainlabs]

sketched out all the human partners!!!

[azchetel]

Here we have two gremlins, having just begged an aki for food

[ghostvibesonly]

“used to say i’d make the storm clouds cry for you. used to say i’d capture wind and sky for you.”

and he did.

[the-liars-art]

The Night Haunter had a nightmare, similar to Leman’s vision of a “tamed” version of himself: raised on Terra, hair tied up, face smooth without distress, without the deep lines of pain night after night, or the occasional twitches or spasms. Those lips moved and he didn’t understand the syllables that flowed out.

He snapped awake from the dream, shaking violently. Crawling out of his hiding spot, his hands wouldn’t stay still. He kicked and clawed and he retched and he screamed, till he came upon a mirror in his own bedchamber. His twin hearts slowed.

He was horrified. He was disgusted by mere existence without being Night Haunter at all. Without Nostramo, its sins, and its end in a pour of molten adamantium. He clutched his own shoulders until his fingers gave out—not from exhaustion but from the excruciating hollowness that took hold. Then he lurched to his bed, which stood idle for most nights while he fell sleep in crevices of the ship hugging his scarred knees.

No lights were on but he saw perfectly fine. It was optically impossible and he failed to go deeper in that fact. Now wasn’t the time. He summoned Sevatar with the vox-caster fixed by his bedpost.

“My child,” he spoke in silver-smooth Nostraman, and left it at that. There were no tormenting visions of the future this night, but all strength has been drawn from him. He dramatically collapsed on the thick carpet.

Sevatar arrived quietly, careful with his steps since his lord had complained about the noises, but seemed to have run for quite some distance. Night Haunter let himself be taken back to bed.

They spent the rest of the evening reciting Nostraman names. Not the people who died from his claws, but ones of his own. He’d had several names like a classic horror story should. Collectively he was Night Haunter, but in some areas of the hive city he was also something else. In a particular part of the northeastern seaside, he was believed to be associated with a series of past murders hundreds of years ago. In many places in central city, children worshipped him and prayed for protection, for justice, to more than one of his names.

[minekidd]

I love waiting for paint and glue to dry

[sabo-torao]

this sequence moved me for some reason

[cypressblight]

Springtrap renaissance era

[radios-universe]

went to an aroace meet up at my uni and didn’t feel like completely shrinking up and dying the whole time Huge ‼️

[stiavest]

I woke up in the middle of the night and I dreamt of a meme

For some reason I am shaking in hysterics about this, it's so funny even though it's just not

[habitsbf]

i love HABIT so much i want to hit him so fucking hard with a frying pan because i hate him and he deserves it

[piss-off-erik]

my night routine so far has gone *can’t sleep because I’m thinking about Gideon the ninth* *read a different book to take my mind off it* *become sleepy* *decide to scroll on my phone for more tlt content just in case there’s something new* *can’t sleep because I’m thi

[himbo-in-limbo]

TW EYES N CREEPY ELDRITCH SONA!!

Pretty sure it’s still a part of ADUMA but also its own thing??? Idk I made another sona again lmaooo

Its nickname is princess….

[atsoine]

good morning america are you ready to be disgraced with my presence once again

[spitzular]

I just finished reading tgr

i can hear birds outside