#My brain is sleep mush

[completelymindfucked]

Sam has never fully left those rooms. He has grown, versions of him splintering off left to rot in different motels rooms, different states. An 11 year old with shoes too big in Oklahoma, A restless bouncing 5 year old North Carolina with matted curls because a 9 year old forgets to brush his hair at times, too busy memorizing how to properly clean guns instead of the multiplication table.

Sam sees them still, when passing through visited states. Still sees the 14 year old in Maine with growing anger in the shape of his father, too big for his bird bone chest and sunburnt skin. They stare at him like ghosts, always in the corner of molded moth ball smelling rooms. The uncertain 18 year old about to ditch everything, stares at him with disgust. The 16 year old with defiant bangs and ripped up pants screaming insecurities, he stares in awe. While the clingy 12 year with the perfected annoying little brother voice just stares, he has yet to really entertain the idea of Dean. He has yet to see his 16 year old brother as anything other then badass who wears too much cologne, with a snaggle tooth and drawing looks from older ladies with ring tan lines on empty fingers and beer belly sweat smelling men. Dean is badass, he is cool and everything sam can’t seem to be. He has yet to realize, in 2 years his brother will be sun flushed cheeks and chick flick muscles, that he will be the main character in his story and Dean the one he’s after.

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Shut the fuuuuuck up

I've long suspected that Mt Eternal is where the Tower of Thorns rests (or what is left of it anyway) due to several factors- the biggest being how chapter 8 ends with Zayne on Mt Eternal either sealing or clearing (interacting in some way at least) with something frozen or buried in the ice and snow there.

However, last night I was doing some rereading, and this afternoon a very specific thing caught my attention.

That is DEFINITELY the exact same mountain peak. I grew up in the Teton mountain range in the Rockies, my stupid little lizard brain recognizes peak patterns before anything else lol.

Maybe I'm super late to the party and everyone else already knows exactly what it is Zayne is doing here, but this makes me feel like he's finally remembering who he is now, and he's trying to either gain access to the tower (for abilities? A prophecy? The staff?) Or he's bound and determined to not let whatever is in there out again if it's trying to reclaim him.

"Remains shackled to time" is also especially troubling when you consider the vines of thorns and chains that literally bound him, and the verse from his myth:

"Astra gifted one of his eyes to the Foreseer. By walking the winding path of time did the Foreseer understand its passing. This is the power of a god” -Philos: Tome of the Foreseer.

The eye of Astra quite literally shackled him to time. While he was boundless in the sense of existing outside of time, he was more constrained than anyone bound to death.

Idk there is a lot to dissect but I need time to piece it all together. I just needed to get this out before I imploded.

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[fastboatsmojito]

Nightmares - Scott Miller

| a/n; this isn’t technically for Moontober bc nightmares is day twenty seven and I have something different planned, but I woke up about an hour ago from a nightmare myself and this felt like the appropriate response tbh

| cw; just some angst and a little fluff, talk about nightmares, probably very self-indulgent idk what to tell you, one bed trope whoops, not super proofread as per the tags <3

| wc; 800

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You woke up suddenly, out of breath and sweaty, sitting up and trying to will yourself into thinking about anything else.

“Jesus, you alright?” There was an unfamiliar softness in his voice, probably just from being woken up by your panicked breaths, though you jumped anyway, shaky as you looked over at him, uncharacteristic worry on his face as he sat up.

“Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Just a bad dream.” You mumbled, words caught in the back of your throat proving difficult to come out, both exhausted from a restless sleep and energized from the pure panic and anxiety. That was always the worst part, being too scared of your own subconscious to go back to bed, involuntarily keeping yourself awake to stop yourself from drifting back into the personal hell you’d found yourself in before.

“Do you.. want to talk about it?” His voice still came out low, though the gruff from not having talked on purpose quite yet was peeking through. He wasn’t too sure how to comfort anyone at all - questioning himself more than you, you weren’t so used to it either; his words rather than his voice alone surprising you this time.

You shook your head, less responding to his question - though it sufficed, more trying to shake out the mental picture and get your brain to function correctly because it wasn’t difficult to understand nightmares but understanding why they happen didn’t seem to help much.

You had a sleep journal, you corrected them as best you could in your head after writing them down, you drank stress relieving tea and read articles and books on dream study and what it all means and it helps but it doesn’t fix the deepest, strangest anxieties that build up over time. The bizarre collection of everything you’ve thought about in the last month coming back to haunt you in a way that feels personal because it is.

Your brain knows the absolute worst combination of everything you’ve thought about or seen or heard, and if you eat too much fucking dairy or think about one specific thing for just the right amount of too much time, none of the rest of it matters anymore. And maybe you weren’t doing enough but maybe you just needed someone to tell you that it wasn’t real because hearing it from yourself so often was getting a little old and -

The tears were sudden - they usually are, soft and warm running down your face and you didn’t notice until a tear dropped down onto the hand still clutching your chest.

And then a warm hand was cautiously rubbing your back and your overly-worried coworker was trying to understand. Surprising himself again when a simply reassuring ‘you’re alright’ found its way out of his mouth, yawning quietly after and probably trying not to roll back over and fall asleep - bless him.

If it were just a few days ago you would’ve been shocked at the mere fact you were even in the same bed - a little mixup caused by none other than Javi, but sharing a room was excuse enough to get a little too comfortable for ‘professionalism’.

You gave up on the whole ‘oh I’ll just sleep on this tiny, uncomfortable chair for a few days until it’s sorted’ act days ago, diluting your dignity and climbing into bed with your similarly less than enthusiastic coworker who gave up on that shtick after the first night.

He wanted to go back to sleep - he really did, his eyes were practically closing themselves. But he surely couldn’t sleep next to someone actively crying and though he could be mean and - more accurately; a dick, he wasn’t completely emotionless. In fact he found himself scared that you were hurt or something was wrong and he had no way of fixing it when he woke up to your rushed breaths next to him. He still wasn’t sure he could really do anything, he didn’t tend to have dreams very much at all let alone bad ones.

There was no protocol to go over in his head about comforting a coworker-turned-roommate after a nightmare. He couldn’t exactly control your brain for you, though after a second thought he would if it’d help more than the apprehensive hand on your back.

Once you’d calmed yourself down enough and wiped the slowest string of tears from your cheeks you turned to look at Scott with something akin to a smile in the darkness.

Hoping that it made up for the lack of spoken gratitude that was clouded up in the panic in your head for the quiet comfort he wasn’t really looking to be thanked for anyway.

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[mothorcus]

ghghhgghhhghghgghh 2am doodles

[fluffyfangirl]

[merrymissmouse43]

Oh they want to do nasty things to each other!!!

[sgkjd]

me the minute i'm hit with over exhaustion: i need to die bc nobody needs me and im tired of pretending to be capable of being human

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 9 <3

Sakusa x begging

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"What was that? I couldn't hear you there."

He doesn't sound the slightest bit sincere with his hand around your throat, effectively hindering you from speaking any coherent words. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes while he lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in all the marks he has left on your collarbones and cleavage so far.

Blood rushes to your head when he releases his grip on your neck, and you gasp and cough before you take a deep breath and fill your lungs. "Kiyoomi- please- I said please," you still feel lightheaded, your desperation clearly evident in your face.

"Just 'Kiyoomi, please'? That's not enough," he mocks your breathless whimper and suddenly grabs your hips and brings you on top of him, effectively making you straddle his lap. You bring your hands to his shoulders and cling to him, the white number 15 feeling soft under your fingers when you roam one hand down to his chest. His heart beats steady and calm under your fingers, just the slightest bit faster than usual, betraying his calm demeanor.

"C'mon, you wanted me to fuck you, now show me how badly you want it," he taunts you, his baritone vibrating against your body when his lips finally catch yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands dig into his shirt, desperate to keep him close, but he all too soon leans back and rests his upper body on the bed, his dark eyes now focused on you. You sit there for a second, allowing yourself to admire the way he looks so handsome, with his messy hair and still slightly sweaty face after he had just finished the game.

You hesitantly move your hips until you position yourself right above his crotch, an encouraging sound leaving his lips when you slowly grind against him. "Please, Kiyoomi. I want you so bad. Need you so bad." You brace yourself on his chest and start grinding harder, feeling his hard cock between your legs, rubbing you just the right way. "Yeah? Tell me more, princess." His hands rub your thighs, the feeling his bare hands on your skin sending little sparks along the path of his fingers. "Want to feel you inside, Kiyoomi, please. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel your cock," your needy pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, as he still calmly rubs your thighs and doesn't make an attempt to take things further.

"I like the sound of that." He bucks his hips into yours, clearly intent on making you even more desperate. "Take off your shirt." You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing the black fabric with the matching number 15 carelessly to the ground, taking a mental note to take it home with you later. Your hands go back to support your body on his chest while you grind on him, his eyes now focused on the pretty black bra that you thoughtfully decided to wear today. "Kiyoomi, please- I want more," you whine, the friction feeling good, yet not enough. "I'm all yours, just take what you need, y/n." There is always something intimate in the way he says your name when you're alone, it rolls like honey from his lips, deep and rich and only serving to spur you on further.

You rub your clit along the length of his cock, the rock-hard outline clearly visible and impossible to miss under his sweats and providing you with enough friction to make you even needier. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, rocking you on his body more vigorously the longer you keep going. His name leaves your lips with a soft plea, the heat now surging through your body while you keep on dry-humping, just rubbing your bodies against each other and keeping intense eye-contact.

"Y/n- ahh- please-" a groan leaves his lips, his hips bucking against your body. The sudden movement makes you close your eyes from pleasure, the muscles in your thighs slowly getting sore and tired but he's helping you keeping up your pace. Your nails dig into his chest and your body tenses as you slowly build up more friction with each grind against his body. A needy whimper of his name leaves your lips, and you rut against him like you're in heat, the sound of rustling clothes and your moans filling the room. Your jaw drops when you feel yourself slowly working towards the edge, a last "Kiyoomi-" leaving your lips before your body succumbs and brings you to your high. Your thighs clench around his hips, your body rocking on frantically while you clench around nothing, the hard outline of his cock just perfect for you to grind on, the intensity of the slowly build up orgasm overwhelming to you.

You breathe heavily when you calm down from your high, now carefully sitting a back to not hurt him, and he catches your hands on his chest while he sits up, seemingly effortlessly and elegant. He brings one hand to your cheek and tilts your face upwards to meet him, and the way his eyes captivate yours makes your heart beat faster again. A slight blush covers his cheeks, a rare sight on him, before he connects your lips, deeply kissing you and inserting his tongue in your mouth softly. You move your lips, simply following his lead as he presses your barely clad chest against his and holds you close, his still hard cock clearly evident between your bodies. He parts slowly, his pupils wide from lust and a barely noticeable smile adorns his lips while he directs your body on the mattress, not caring about your whines of of being sensitive, but instead encouragingly patting your backside.

"Come on, princess. Get that ass up and face down. I want to hear you beg some more."

[equinox-pl]

ACK- HUH?!

Oh! How delightful, a prince have came for little ol me?

Original post this one is a continuation of

Here to deliver a little kiss to the cutest princess

[the-withering-system]

Wow shits gone crazy in the what, year or so We haven't looked at syscourse. Gonna throw my hat into the ring for those who care.

Genuinely with all the love and care in my heart, why do we care so much about how others live their lives? We all deserve to have somewhere to go, to talk, to be ourselves. The older we get the more hate for the sake of hate seems inane, why bother worrying about something that really doesn't affect us all that much? Genuinely going out into the world and being able to talk to more people has changed our world view so much.

Looking back on our old posts now makes us cringe, they're still there for anyone to see and judge, but those are no longer our thoughts. It's not our, or anyone else's place to say what someone is or isn't experiencing. And if what's happening is distressing that's between them and their doc.

Kindness and care go a long way. With how hard it is irl for most of us right now I hope everyone who reads this has some luck come their way

[magic101]

🥰💖💖 my commission by @ nokuybm (on twitter) came!!!

[hellishgayliath]

🎶 can't fall asleep no i can't fall asleep, my brain is all mush and it looks like to me like quite the potential all nighterrrrr 🎶

[doodlesdreaming]

Late night self indulgent drabble incoming. (Heavely inspired by @zoanluen 's Dance with the Dead AU)

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The boy couldn't believe it actually worked. He thought he'd get caught for sure, but here was Theo, experiencing his first live-in concert, while practically hanging from the rafters of the ceiling. His tail wrapped tightly around the steel beam to keep his balance.

The show was everything he imagined it would be. The band members themselves were just as spectacular in person. The lead guitarist, energetic and as wild as his massive mane of hot pink hair, almost seemed on fire thanks to the spotlights. The pianist, hyper focused and mysterious, his blue skin giving him an ethereal glow on stage. And there's the drummer, keeping the beat in robotic sense that made it very clear how much they rehearsed for the act.

Their music was as enchanting as it was heart-pounding. Rhythms of a time, of a world, long dead and buried. A ghost that refused to be laid to rest. It stirred an unexplainable longing in Theo's chest. A fire wanting to take wing and burn the night sky until the stars are as bright as the sun itself.

Watching the performance, Theo’s eyes burned its ember glow. The Firebird desperately yearning to rise her song, and to dance with the dead....

[failyaoi]

do u have any silly takeda headcanons 2 share? ^_^

YES. YES I DO I’ve been waiting for this moment

My #1 (not mk1 exclusive): he got his hair genes from Suchin. (this is why I colour his hair a more blue-black colour, bc that’s how I colour Suchin’s hair while I like to give Kenshi’s hair a more brown tone.)

Has like 3 missing teeth either from sugar or fights you decide

Kenshi helped him pierce his ears and accidentally stabbed him with the needle like 5 times

He got his tattoos pretty much as soon as he could, while Kenshi had waited until he couldn’t anymore- Takeda wanted his entire life to be surrounded by the Yakuza, even though he wasn’t very sure what he was trying to prove 

When Takeda was younger, Kenshi saved up to get him braces. A few days later Kenshi woke up to see Takeda plucking them off with pliers 

I like to believe he kinda always saw Kenshi as a somewhat “father figure” . or at least someone he could look up to until he got older . though Kenshi was more strict with him the older he got . he followed Kenshi around in his first few months of officially joining the Yakuza

Always been kind of a nerd. he’s a fan of badly written movies,  arcade games, and anime but only really started allowing himself to indulge in those interests after a while at the Shirai Ryu Secretly a JC fan of course Has TERRIBLE memory . it's BAD Chronic nail biter, Kenshi has had to shove his hand away to stop him and eventually Kuai Liang had to do the same After spending time in the Shirai Ryu, he started to actually process the trauma he'd been through in the Yakuza and because of this developed terrible attachment/abandonment issues . like it was present before but repressed it for years until he didn't need to anymore and it was like the floodgates had been opened Frequently feels nauseous due to anxiety, which he inherited from Kenshi :'( he toughs through it tho Actually really loves drawing and I like to think he has a cute anime style . Hanzo asks him to draw stuff for him Actually RESENTED Kenshi for leaving the Yakuza. he felt like he was being betrayed, left behind and abandoned. he thought the Yakuza was their everything, their family. when he found out Kenshi didn't feel that way he felt like he was being lied to. That's why he accepted to kill Kenshi, but when he failed (and almost died) realising he would get killed for failing, he felt that hurt Kenshi made him feel when he first left all over again. and for a Jinkeda one, they collect Pokemon cards together

[danieyells]

Ed feeds off of you and kisses you and you taste your own blood smeared on your lips

And he laughs and tells you how good you look with blood on your mouth, that means you'd make a good vampire you know?

And he teases you with offers to change you, scrapes his teeth over you. Has you 'practice' being a vampire by biting him. Smears your blood everywhere he kisses you, then licks it up again as if he were just that hungry for it

[soaps-mohawk]

that last anon that was like imagine the boys taking the omega out to paintball or laser tag is soooo funnyyyyyy imagine the look on the employees’ faces when literal SAS soldiers make the quickest work ever of their courses 😭 also something about Hunting the omega again in there …. running away while they’re all hunting her down oh hell yeah. (((side note i loved the earlier parts of the story where price was training the others by using the omega lmfaooo))

Lmao they'd be so surprised 😂 just these normal looking dudes absolutely destroying the course and they're just like..."do...do we need to make this harder?" 😂

Ugh they'd get so out of control. Good thing the reader runs fast 😂 she's gonna need that.

I do want to continue that bit, I'm just out of ideas on how to utilize the reader in their training 😅 that is not my forte I'm afraid