#... i need sleep

[everything-lotr]

[missdynamighttt]

forcing myself to write bc MAMA DIDNT RAISE NO BITCH

[ch3rryp1es]

[ighostmyself]

Is that how God feels? Are we all just God's original characters?

been building a collection of posts from like minded individuals

[clumsynymph]

𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Synopsis : Your lover, plagued by thoughts, is afraid to fall asleep.

A short and soft Arlecchino x GN!Reader fanfiction.

a/n : This is my first attempt at such a short format, I can't tell if it brings as much comfort as I wanted it to bring but here it is in any case. May you have a pleasant reading ! Also, all of this emerged because I had a very specific image in mind while making a Playlist so here it is as well.

Word count : 609.

I do not consent for my work to be used in any way by AI.

Tendrils of dust danced around the room, illuminated by the Moon’s pale glow.

The Knave’s room, a stage on which the two of you thrived.

Her fingers were entangled with your hair, her gaze lingering on your sleeping form.

The events in Fontaine had taken quite the toll on her despite her unwillingness to admit such a thing. Yet, she couldn’t let her resolve falter. Project Stuzha was slowly coming to fruition; those accursed bureaucrats were probably jubilating. They were awaiting her and her children’s fall although they would never say it out loud. A sigh escaped her lips. Her free hand found its way on your back, softly rubbing circles on it in an attempt to ground herself.

How many restless nights has it been? How many would be enough? She was worried. Worried about the fate that might befall on the Children if she were to let her guard down. Worried that someday, you would lose all sense of self because of the erosion that was slowly but surely eating you away.

Yet, she would never admit to it.

Your head rested on her bare thighs, your form curled around hers, seeking her warmth. Arlecchino unknowingly started tracing the few scars littered around your back, oblivious that you were stirring away from sleep.

As her eyes drifted in the distance, seemingly seeking answers in the Moon’s shape, your hand reached her cheek, softly stroking it. For a second, you swore that she appeared startled. An unusual look and an unusual reaction.

“Arle… What is on your mind?”

Your unsteady, groggy voice, still heavy from slumber, reached her ears. She looked back at you, her hands stopping in their tracks.

“Everything is alright, Dear. You should go back to sleep.”

Although still somewhat disoriented because of your awakening, you could tell that she wasn’t telling the truth. To be fair, she hadn’t even answered your initial answer. Yet, there wasn’t much that could be done on your end. You knew that she preferred for others to know little about what was going on in her mind, in her life… to know little about her. This included you. You knew that you probably knew more about your lover than most but, despite that, she wanted to keep you in the dark about certain matters.

You weren’t exactly certain what could be done in order to sooth her seemingly cloudy mind. Tentatively, you got up and embraced her frame, guiding her head to your chest. Your hands found their way in her hair, stroking it, massaging her scalp. She remained unmoving for a little while, her eyes halfway opened, staring in the emptiness. Absentmindedly, her hands found solace on your back. Those hands, a testimony of her curse. There were times when - despite knowing deep down that it wouldn’t actually happen – she feared that the curse might engulf you as well.

You planted a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Would you like to lie down with me?”

Imposing sleep on her wasn’t necessarily a good option, especially since you weren’t sure exactly what made her so distressed, but you couldn’t bear seeing her this way while doing nothing. She hummed in response, and you guided her body against yours, cradling her in your embrace.

Your familiar scent, your mostly soft skin, your steady breath, your delicate touch…

Perhaps a couple of hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt in the end.

Her eyes, crossed by garnet, closed themselves for the first time in a long while.

For the first time in a long time, she has decided to succumb to the sweetest of temptations.

Your embrace.

Her lover.

You.

[idkyippee]

Touché Lucifer. Touché.

[jel-randombooth]

Georges Couthon appreciation post

[perorons]

Miku Miku Sleeeeeeepp !!

[attempted-laffs]

Excuse me as I cry to the falsettos soundtrack

Enjoy my sleep deprived drawing :’)

[rookofmoon]

[ilovemyfatdog]

i couldn’t fall asleep until 4am last night and i had to wake up at 7💔

I feel like I’m going insane girlies idk

[korwolfie]

Sleeping Black Cat

[neverthebabysitter]

Steve and Eddie being chaotic childhood friends, gaslighting everyone they know.

It started when one of their teachers wanted the students to make pairs with someone they didn't know or get along with; therefore, friends couldn't make the project together.

Of course, Eddie wouldn't pass the opportunity to be dramatic and annoy a little bit the teacher, acting like it was the worst thing to ever happened to him and throwing himself on Steve's desk, making the other roll his eyes in a fond way.

It was the beginning of the year, but in small towns most of the kids knew each other since before, so it wasn't that weird of a request; but the teacher was also new, so they didn't know the relationships of the kids very well.

That's why when a small kid with a rebel vibe, starting to grow his hair and going to a more dark look, annoys them and says it would be a nightmare to do the project with a preppy kid, clearly rich boy vibes and in his way to be popular, they knew who they were putting the kid with.

The teacher smirked, thinking they did well; meanwhile, Steve and Eddie were trying not to grin and communicating with their eyes to not messed up and go along with it.

They ended up having to act like they hate each other in front of the teacher so they could carry on with the project, but what about the rest of the class who knew they were friends?

They follow along.

Maybe it's to gain Steve's favor, maybe they thought it was funny, or maybe they thought it was about damn time they stopped being friends, that it was a good way to finally separate them and make Steve fully part of the jocks and Eddie less intimidating for the rest of the outcast.

Anyway, the whole class goes along with it, and Steve and Eddie, like the dorks and drama queens they are, decided it's a funny bit to keep.

At some point they were too deep into it, having to act for the rest of the year like that because of the project and somehow convincing the whole school. Their friends to enemies story becoming popular knowledge.

Steve and Eddie now just think it's too funny to stop, so they continue to gaslight everyone.

Eddie? Steve? No, thanks; I hate that guy.

Anyway, they going to high school, and the whole mess with the upside down happens. At that moment, Steve is so happy to being able to keep Eddie away from it.

I just love a clueless Eddie trying to figure out what's happening to his (finally) boyfriend at the same time the Party is clueless about the relationship between their dungeon Master and their babysitter.

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+Extra (imagine them being famous in the future)

[ijstwanttolive]

😔😔😔

I’m glad ppl on tiktok are doing ok

[backalleycatgirl]

Hey transfems who refuse to go to sleep because the evening has been the only time you have every had to yourself throughout your entire life and now you don’t want to go to sleep at decent times…

hai :3 im one of you hehe,,, also very bored so dms are open if ya wanna chat :3