#By My Pillow When I Dream

[sxyx]

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay so last night i had a dream that i was hanging out at this summer garden party with miles, and we were chatting about creativity and fashion and just generally having a great time - but then i went to get us more drinks and his mum pulled me aside and whispered “you’re upsetting alex” and i looked over and alex was just sitting there alone on a bench, gazing at miles with the saddest baby deer eyes ever. like. pining. full blown, heart wrenching pining right in the middle of a garden party. and i was appalled and immediately all “no no no it’s not like that with me and miles, i’m totally rooting for him and alex” to miles’s mum, and ended up talking to her for the rest of the party about what total fucking idiots they are. it was great, i wish my subconscious would treat me to little scenarios like this more often lol

[trunklewunjle]

Woe bone pile sheet be upon ye

Ink belongs to comyet

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

Cross belongs to JakeiArtWork

Dream belongs to Jokublog

[bfdifan26]

wait do you still take requests

Errr either.. pillow x fanny... or saw x gaty.....

If you want i mean totally not forcing you to

i havent drawn pillowfan in a little while tyvm for this

[whoops-lost-the-ranger]

Sweet dreams....

(credit to @govy9807 on Twitter for dreaming of this tigger)

Oop

[pixeldoodles]

Okay, but imagine how sick it would be if Pillow won TPOT

Picture this: It’s the finale, and Pillow wins. Two gives her the limitless power, completely unaware of her murdurous attitude, and she immediately starts causing chaos.

Everyone has to team up to try to stop Pillow from ending the world. Background characters, the failed debuters, even the post-split contestants show up.

It’s just this massive war of chaos and discord, which, in my opinion, would make an awesome finale.

I’m just saying.

[teddybeartoji]

Fem!Tooru is messy messy and gets sooo pink in the face and cums so hard when she tells you she’s gonna pee n instead of stopping, you just kiss her n tell her it’s okay to just let it all go while you’re fucking her 😞

Also begs you to piss on her cunt while you’re scissoring cause “‘s so nice n warm” ://///!!

FUSAIJDOHKJ3HFKFHKJGKAJEGFHKSEJFKJ3HFLSEKHFJAEHFKWHRIOH2QKJBDKDLQDHKQJHRHDKQJWDLKQHQH2KQ2FKJ3HFIU3HFKJ3BKFJQ3KJFBQ

YOU REALLY ARE FUCKING INSANE AND I WANT YOU SOOO BADDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCKKK SHE'S SO FUCKING CUUTEE AND SHE'S SOOOO FUCKING WHINEYY SHE'S TRYING TO PUSH YOU AWAYY BUT SHE'S JUST SOOO WEAK WHEN SHE'S LIKE THISS AND SHE GETS SOOOO FUCKING EMBARRASSED ABT THE PISS RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH TRIES TO HIDE HER PRETTY FACE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FORCE HER TO LOOK AT YOUUU

AND OHMYFUCKING GODDDD OF I HEAR HER SAY " 'SO NICE N WARM".. I AM. EATING HER. CANNIBALISM STYLE. YOUUUU CAN'T DOOO THIS TOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUUUCKFUCKFUKKKKFUCK FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

[patchwork-crow-writes]

96 - Silent Night

It's the night before Christmas and you cannot sleep.

No festive lights adorn your bedroom this year - there hasn't been the time or the will. The voices of your parents rise up from the kitchen like restless spirits, slurring through half-hearted platitudes. The empty space where your brother should lay yawns wide like a black hole, sucking in all light and joy.

All is dark. All is wrong.

You try to remember the feeling of being treasured, of being enveloped from all sides by great fluffy clouds, shielding you from all the world's cruel woes. It wasn't so long ago now, was it, that that used to happen… so why, oh why can't you recall…? A single tear, searing hot like a shooting star, escapes from under your eyelid. A sob wells up in your throat, heavy like over-whipped cream.

And then, you feel… something… brush up against your cheek. Something cool, something wonderfully soft… just for an instant. There was no more weight to it than a feather's delicate brush, so slight and so sudden that it could have been a dream…

You peer into the gloom, hoping to catch sight of it… but the darkness is impenetrable, total. Nothing but your fevered imagination trying to conjure up a holiday miracle. Selfish, wretched imp, that you should feel so sorry for yourself after everything your family has done for you…!

But then, you feel it again, and this time there's no mistaking it: gently splayed fingers webbing their way across your flushed face, tenderly wiping the moisture from your eyes. The weight of a cool palm presses into your cheek, an invisible thumb hooks itself under your dripping nose… and is that a sudden breeze playing across your forehead, or a silent breath issued from between pursed lips, a phantom kiss falling lighter than a single snowflake…?

Oh… what angel is this, who has deigned to bestow such grace upon your undeserving soul this night…? You reach for where their face should be, but all you feel is empty air - nothing there with which you can take hold of this loving shade…

Downstairs, the voices grow louder, acrid and harsh, curdling like eggnog left out too long. The world rushes in, sweeping your angel away, threatening to crush you with its sheer weight. You retreat into the stifling sanctuary of your duvet cover, to a place that is darker, yet darker, hoping beyond hope that it might muffle the accusations and the anger.

All you want in this moment is to be held, just like before. You want this, more than you've ever wanted anything in your short life. And, as if it has read your mind, the darkness responds.

Ghostly arms reach up towards your neck, wrap themselves around your trembling shoulders. You feel yourself being pulled, gently but inexorably, into a full-body embrace, and you surrender to it completely. The shadows beat against your body, a living, breathing darkness that grips you so tightly in its unconditional adoration of everything you are, no matter how different or twisted or wrong it may seem.

And there, just for that moment, the outside world ceases to exist. A shuddering sigh is coaxed from you, and at long last you permit yourself to let go of that tight ball you've held onto for so long. The tears flow freely and without shame, for you know that you are safe with them, this angel from the dark who has come in your time of greatest need.

You know, without being told, that none of this is real, that no-one is actually here with you. And yet, the love that washes over you now with such fervour, such limitless abundance, is so sweet, so nourishing to your wounded soul, that you can no longer imagine a world where you have not experienced it. How can you possibly do without such tenderness, however illusory it might be? Nothing will ever be the same after this, you realise… though you can't exactly say why that is, anymore.

At last, all is quiet. The darkness cradles you to a gentle sleep, watching over you always.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 96

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[cloudcountry]

i love how i come back to twst post about how much i hate idia for a few days and then leave again it's such a cycle

[sorrowsaint]

im going to bed

heres a song i like goodnight

[pawbeanies]

in a horrible embarrassing no good turn of events i woke up today squirming and grinding against a pillow between my legs ..?? was i doing it in my sleep ..???? it will forever be a mystery to me...

[onyourstageleft]

Why did I always think your icon was a picture of a cat😭

Here I made a recreation so you can see what I mean

I am genuinely shocked to discover that your icon is not, in fact, a cat.🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

that honestly makes so much sense it's a lot more likely for an icon to be a picture of a cat than an old selfie from a weird angle

now I'm wondering if I should have changed my icon to a picture of one of my cats bc they are arguably what I have the most pictures of. like either of these would be a solid icon choice

[thereissomethingunderthestairs]

10/19/2024 dream journal

Dreamt that my bedroom ceiling had bugs crawling all over it. but not bugs native to my area it was small tarantula-looking spiders, crickets (which for some reason in my dream-reality it was established that crickets couldn’t climb walls so it was weird that they were on my ceiling), and bugs that were nicknamed ant-eaters but resembled no existing species of bug that i can recall

and i was in my bed watching them when a spider detached from the ceiling above my pillow and landed on my head and then i woke up while screaming like i was being murdered

[hartxstarr-art]

together.

[meownotgood]

Hypothetically if I had Aki perfume I would spray it on my bedsheets and pretend me was there LMAOSITODID

I don't have to speak hypothetically because I actually do this with the aki cologne I got from otaku scents

[katierosefun]

ugh i love you stories about people who aren’t entirely sure whether something is real or not i love you stories about people who slip through the cracks and aren’t entirely sure how they got there ugh i love you stories about people who think that they’re pretty normal outside of that one interesting quirk they have and then they realize that they’re all abuzz in this strange new world where nothing makes sense but everything suddenly makes sense i love you stories that are about magic but also about real life i love you stories about the creepy-crawly things that tell you not to turn around for some reason, you know that feeling you get when you’re told you shouldn’t turn around, close the closet door, don’t open your bedroom door, don’t you dare turn around you know that feeling you get when you feel as though you’ve been somewhere before you know that feeling you get when you aren’t sure if you’re sleepwalking or not but your head feels detached from the rest of your body i love you stories that try to explain that specific feeling i love you stories about how the world is so much crazier and scarier and more beautiful than you could ever imagine but also more horrifying than you could ever imagine i love you stories where the ultimate conclusion is that the world is horrific and beautiful and you belong right into its disastrous, nonsensical fold