#cross posting my beloved

[soulidarity]

pearly tears

rafayel x reader / mc | 384 words | hurt/comfort

after rafayel wakes up from a nightmare, he cant find MC

His hand felt heavy, rapidly moving against the weight of the water. Fighting an invisible force. For what? He wasn't sure. He just felt a sharp pain and anguish in his chest as he went against the tide.

Then he saw her. Slowly descending into the depths of the sea. Her eyes closed, mouth open. He reached out to her, she was almost in his hold when his vision was covered by sea foam.

Rafayel jolted awake. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he took in his surroundings. Right. He wasn't in the water, he was in his bedroom. The covers were sticking to him, a bit of the moon light creeping in from the courtains and his beloved was sleeping right next to him. He turned to see her.

Only to find an empty space.

The artist's breath quickened, his hand gripping the sheets that were supposed to be enveloping her. He looked around rapidly, searching for her. It was hard to tell what was going on now, his senses heightened yet he felt numb. His eyes observing but his vision was clouded. He didnt hear the bathroom door open.

Suddenly arms wrapped around him, holding him tight.

"Im here"

He turned around, cupping her cheecks in his hands to make sure she was real. His love wasn't dead. She was there. Rafayel burst into tears while she leaned into his touch. Her hand made its way to wipe them away as her facial expression changed to one of wonder.

"You cry pearls, how lovely"

Everytime she spoke it felt as if he was in a trance, her gentle voice a contrast to his desperate and anxious demeanor. But the comment only made him cry harder, the pearls growing in size. Quickly, the bed was covered in the shiny and soft object. The sound of them rolling off and hitting the floor was all that could be heard apart from the man's sobs.

Slowly, with her affection he started to calm down. Slim hands playing with his hair as soft lips kissed his jawline.

He moved to her lap, head in the crook of her neck as his arms tightened around her. The pearls had stopped flowing.

"Please... dont leave me..."

She smiled as she patted his back.

"Wouldnt even dream of it"

[justa-regularuser]

The Disciple 🍏

[stressghoul]

when they go down just like holy mary

[orange-artblog]

a little gift for the amazing @zu-is-here !!!! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁💥💥💥💥 i was overrun by the sick (no ideas) but she pulled me out with this one 💥

heh i bet you didnt imagine that

the queen and her thrown on her own 💥💥💥🎀

also pdc family :p (ignore that cross‘s leg and arm have a chunk bitten out of them it‘s not intentional i swear)

[skippygoldfish]

Zhao just dropped these "azuma-jikin" which i assume are a cross between an oranda and a jikin. i find them quite endearing, and i love their robust shape (nicer than his jikins' shape imo) and fun colors. my favorites are the bronze, the red-faced sakura, and especially the last one which is a singletail.

[kamenridergaysex]

shrinks your best match

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[ph0enix-12]

Ichorverse - Chapter 1

~ Everlasting will of protection ~

Welcome to my greatest project. I am so very proud of this one, and i am happy to finally share it ^^. Please keep in mind that english is not my first language- and i promise chapters will get much lighter after the prologue. (cross-posted on Ao3)

CW: Slavery(non sexual), implied abuse, stavation, implied animal consumption

. Chapter 2 ->

He never remembered much of his life, even now, he still has problems with his memory, remembering even small things is hard thanks to injury to his head. A giant crack across most of his head that, of course, he didn’t recall when he got it.

His senses are what helped remember most of his life.

Far too clearly, he recalls the stink of death, the mold that grew on the walls, the dried blood on the whips and the rust of the chains that frayed under his fingers

He didn’t keep anything else from his early life,he always had only vague and fleeting feelings to latch on. Maybe he had a family once, maybe back when his skull wasn’t broken, but the result of trying to remember “the before” are splitting migraines, like his head is getting open all over again.

Pain also helped him remember. Like the pain collar around his neck that chained him to the wall of his cell. The pain around his wrists, where shackles dug into his bone as if to fuse with it. The pain of the cold and dirty floor that pricked himself sore back as he tried to rest.

Maybe he was allowed out sometimes?

He thought so at least, but all he seemed to keep from those times were the heavy weights that were strapped to his shoulders to carry. Maybe he was given crates, or stones, or some other material, but like everything else, he didn’t remember clearly, he simply carried what he was given in the direction shouts came from without really reminiscing about it.

The first thing he recalled clearly was a rat..a cute little fellow as hungry as he was that scurried around the cells when he rummaged up enough bravery to look for scraps.

During the first few encounters, the little guy had been cautious, watching him from far away as he tried to give him some crumbs from the stale bread he was given sometimes, scurrying closer only to grab them and run as fast as his little paws could take him.

With time, the cute fellow approached the trapped skeleton more often as he ate what little food he was given daily, which he always tried to give the small mouse somehow, even if it wasn’t a proper meal for them.

Sometimes, the skeleton would only be given peels, to keep him at bay and tired. It was pathetic, and he didn’t understand the reason for such small rations, or why he was kept away from other slaves. He was locked in a small cell to the very back of one of the hallways, he would thankfully never fully realize the real reason for such a thing.

He was being left for dead.

With each day, he was given less and less food and yet he still tried to share with the small mouse that visited him, but he was tired, he was tired and his bones felt like lead pulled down by gravity and the heavy chains that held him captive.

He didn't understand why.

He didn’t know that he was being left because they couldn't sell him fast enough. He didn’t realize they were letting him die.

If he had the strength to, he would have been angry. But his vision was clouded and his bones sore.

…It all culminated one particular day…or maybe it was night? He didn't know..it’s all still a blur for him.

The small fellow came to visit again, holding a small crumb of bread toward him.

The little one, who the skeleton had come to cherish so much, held in his little paws the piece like the skeleton himself had done many days.

And then the little buddy was no more.

To this day…he doesn’t know what happened.

The small one was sitting right in front of him..and now the crumb was discarded to the side, and the little fellow laid unmoving.

He looked down at his bloodied hands confused as blood spilled down his teeth and down to his chin.

There were loud noises outside his cell, like stomps of heavy armored boots, but all was muffled and confused..he felt flesh between his teeth and droplets of blood running down his sore throat, refreshing it like water would do.

Even if he didn’t understand his actions, he cried, tears he hadn't felt in a long time ran down his face. He only knew that the little fellow wasn’t going to get up anymore…“by the great crown of Reaper-” was the first thing he was able to make out from a pained and soft voice outside of his cell.

The captive skeleton turned to look at the voice that came from a strange man.

The man looked at him with a sad expression from behind the bars, holding onto one of them to look down at the prisoner.

He simply stared at the man unmoving and quiet like he always was.

The man stood before the bars that kept him in, staring at the chains that bound him to the walls.

He was small, a third of the size the prisoner was, but he still looked imponent and powerful, an old golden scar ran on one side of his face.

The skeleton couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but the way his deep seafoam eye grazed over him, almost made it seem like he was looking for something.

Then he suddenly opened the cell.

The captive skeleton tensed up, his instincts screamed at him, adrenaline rushing in his mana lines immediately once the man stepped into the cage. He heard him say something along the lines of a reassurance as he carefully approached him while showing his hands. But it didn’t matter at that moment, the captive was terrified.

Once the man was close enough, the skeleton leaped at him, biting down on his forearm.

He bit down hard on it. He was scared and his mind was clouded but he still heard his groan of pain and saw his golden blood spilled down onto the dirty floor.

Guards of his tried to approach, but he yelled back at them, ordering not to come close.

The captive skeleton didn't care, he still held his forearm in his maw..

As the adrenaline started to die down, he heard him speak finally.

“It’s alright…I know you must be scared…it’s okay” he spoke between his teeth and his voice trembled as he gently moved his free hand to the slave's back, “I startled you by approaching, didn’t I? I am sorry”

He slowly relaxed as he started to finally understand what he was saying. He felt his hand stroking his back as he kneeled down on the ground, almost hugging the slave as his teeth bore into his forearm, letting blood drip down in golden flocks.

He kept speaking softly, apologizing for scaring him …he was nice, and slowly, the jaw with a vice grip on him released his arm. The slave felt a small prick on his neck and he finally passed out in the man's arms.

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When he woke up again, he felt softness under his head first and his fingers grazed over a blanket that was wrapped around him. Was he in bed?

It was a struggle at first, but he was finally able to open his eye after a lot of tries.

He was, indeed, laying down in a bed.

The slave slowly ran the blanket between my fingers, it was a very nice ‘cottony’ material. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was.

The room looked like an infirmary, it was luminous thanks to the large window beside the bed he laid in, giving him a full view of the garden outside. He figured he was on the third floor of whatever place he had been taken to.

The sun was peeking behind the horizon and night was falling judging by the colors of the sky.

He looked around the other side of the room and he froze when he saw the man he had bitten sitting on a chair beside his bed. The captive skeleton calmed down when he realized the man was sleeping soundly.

He had dark circles under his eye and his forearm where he had been bitten was wrapped in bandages. He studied the man, he didn’t look relaxed even in his sleep, he held a rag in his hand tightly and he was slumped in the chair. Had he been awake all night?

His eye fell on his wrapped arm and he felt his soul tightened up…even if he had bitten him, he now had no chains on himself, his scars were wrapped and he was in a comfortable bed. The skeleton didn’t understand why, beasts like him that bit were discarded and never seen again..and yet, here he was alive and relatively well.

The man stirred and made a small noise, like cats do when first waking up. His gaze shot to the man in alarm, his eye was blown wide as he slowly woke.

The man noticed he was awake, almost relieved, “ah..there you are. How do you feel?” He stirred in his seat, fixing up his posture, “is there anything you need?” He kept asking with a patient and kind tone , his eye roaming over the sheets to check the skeleton without moving.

His throat felt tight and his voice came out raspy as he started to shed tears, “I….sorry-“ he wanted to apologize, but his vocal cords burned, “I..bit- i….sorry-“ his voice was barely a whisper, but he was thankful the man heard him.

His features softened, “there is no need to apologize..I simply startled you-“ his words didn’t hit him right away, he kept crying desperately, sobbing as he tried to breathe between hiccups. “So- rry..” he sobbed again.

The king’s hand moved to his skull, gently petting away from his old injury. “Please don’t cry, there is nothing to apologize for” the skeleton slowly calmed down, shutting his mouth as tears ran down his face. He moved the rag in his other hand to wipe away the tears, “do not weep, I beg you” he looked at me with pitiful eye still, like he had done when he was in his cell.

“My name is Nightmare. Could you tell me yours?”

His name? He didn’t remember his real name, did he even have a name? “H-Horror. My name…is Horror” he spoke weakly, that was what he was called a couple of times, he figured maybe that was his name then.

He smiled again, gently petting the skeleton, “It is nice to meet you then, Horror” he tucked in his blankets and he got up, “are you hungry, Horror?” He was making it a point to use his name for some reason.

Horror’s eye widened at the mention of food. Horror nodded uncertainty and Nightmare smiled. “For now, you will have a light diet, but I am sure you will soon eat anything you wish” he brought out a plate full of nutritious food for his and the skeleton’s mouth watered.

A bowl of hot porridge stood at the edge of the tray, next to it layed a scrambled egg, a couple of pieces of toast, juicy fruits and fresh vegetables. He settled down the tray and helped the skeleton sit up against the pillows, “there we go, dig right in” he smiled at him as he handed him the food.

He could only stare at it. It smelled like the greatest feast on earth and yet he couldn't move.

He remembered just then that the handlers loved to flaunt their food to them, the punishment for trying to sneak a bite was often a sound flogging to the back. The king stood beside me as he stared at the food…the man- Nightmare, seemed safe, but fear locked up his joints.

He sat beside Horror, gently taking the toast from the plate and decorating it with the scrambled egg. “Would you be more comfortable if we ate together?” He leaned the toast and egg toward him, “go on, no need to hesitate”

Horror trembled, but he still leaned in, following his order.

He took a small nibble out of the corner of the toast before looking at him uncertain again, his expression changed only to smile at Horror. He took a small bite as well before passing the bread to the freed slave again. He felt relieved to see him eat as well and so he took a bigger bite of both toast and egg.

The toast was nicely roasted on some walnut wood from what he could tell and the scrambled egg was soft and garnished with high quality herbs. He made a soft groan as he tasted the parcel on my tongue, it was the most divine thing he had ever tasted.

He took another hungry bite, and then another, and then yet another until the toast was no more. Nightmare smiled at him, handing Horror the spoon for the porridge.

He ate that as well, without hesitation this time.

The entire thing was finished, he made sure not to leave a crumb…but now he felt bad, looking sadly at the man beside him since he hadn’t left anything for him other than fruit, he simply smiled again.

“I am glad you enjoyed that, it’s good that you have an appetite” Nightmare petted him gently, “please do not worry. I promise I will eat as well now, but you need to rest” he nodded, all he wanted was for Nightmare to eat too now.

The king gently tucked him in again, making sure he was comfortable. “Rest now, I will come back to visit you soon” .

Horror looked up at the ceiling above once Nightmare shut the door behind himself. He didn’t know what would happen next, but for once, he wasn’t scared.

[soldearestsoulmate]

I suddenly want to do a little dark dive thought/theory into why Sol did what he did to the MC, even after they were sexually assaulted. Even though some people said it was "ooc" of him.

[milolovesbmc]

What if Doug and Kayleen Gpi were lesbians. Are you guys ready for this one yet. Am I too early

[fabaceous]

a fucked up shaunanigan cant be shauna doing something that has actual intelligible reasoning behind it. beating up lottie was not a shaunanigan because it was an understandable (if incredibly violent) expression of grief and anger. eating the ear WAS a shaunanigan because what the fuck? like a shaunanigan has to have an element of “hahah im so randommm teehee :3” and it has to originate from some ridiculously repressed part of her or else its not a shaunanigan its just like. a thing she does.

[earthlessghoul]

essay worthy vent:

guys help me I'm on my goddamn knees after both ghost mv's

TWO IN TWO DAYS ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

pls nihil and imperator's love story is so binge worthy I cant even omfg

i went with my dad to see RHRN in theatres, that kiss scene in the coffin literally had his face like "😲"

everyone was screaming and holding their plushias up-

I FELT SO LEFT OUT

NOT EVEN KIDDING

FIRST OF ALL. I left my plushia at home so shame on me you can bash me all you fkin want

and then, my dad is kinda self explanatory. I couldn't even scream copias name :(

AND THEN COPIAS VOICE IN A MOVIE THEATER ECHOING THROUGH MY EARHOLES AND THEN THE FUTURE IS A FOREIGN LAND TURNS ON AND ITS LITERALLY MELTING MY HEART UP TILL NOW I WANNA SOB SO HARD

also it zoomed in on papa's foot like it was half naked basically even tho it had a sock on it

it's so funny seeing peoples' dogs for some reason (not in a fetish way pls don't think that.)

the fact that it had so much screentime lmfao

[hopecomesbacktolife]

Star Trek: 765874 Unification (2024) / The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) / The Good Place (2016-2020) / Into The West by Annie Lennox, Howard Shore (2003) / The Lord of the Rings appendices by J. R. R. Tolkien (1955) / Starling by Sarah Kinsley (2024) / The Wild Swans On The Lake by Foy Vance (2016) / The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis (1952) / Like A Prayer by Madonna - Choir version (2024)

[passive-nightmaresans]

Master list because I feel it's ABOUT TIME-

Some stuff!! >:3

My name is Passive (obviously not my real name lol-) you can call me Passive / Night / any variation of Nightmare or Passive really :3

My new platonic spouse is @caretaleandotherstuff (You can't run Care. You said you would cosplay with me)

My (super cool) pronouns are She/they/it/we !!

My main focus is obviously Utmv! And that's mostly what I'll be posting!! >:3 my second account for headcanons is @nighty-learnedhowtotalk !! And da Discord server is https://discord.gg/uEpmC7n2

Heres the undercut!

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DNI!!:

Pr0shipp3rs, Z0ophil3s, p3d0s, you know the usual other gross stuff :(

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Stuff I won't do >_<

Before hand I want you to know I am a minor so that's some of the reasons I can't do these

Any asks for money, Nsfw things, commissions (though I doubt you'd like any lol-), any really personal asks, and any hate comments or asks will be publicly made fun of or deleted =)

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AUs I have!!

Hehehehhehe I've never talked about my AUs BUT YOU CAN GLADY ASK ABOUT THEM tehehheeh

I have a multiverse royal based AU that's centered around the Dreamtale brothers because they're obviously my favs <333 (it's still in the works and has no name-🥲)

And I have an another royal based AU- (I have too many ides you don't even know dude-)

Ehehehe this one is just Passive Nightmare being extremely feral >:)

New au THAT FINALLY GOT A NAME- It's called Radio wave verse! Or RW!Verse >:)

Its set after a Radioactive explosion of some sort post-apocalyptic thing y'know? Anyways I actually have stuff on this....

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Concept art 1 & art 2

Discord link!!

https://discord.gg/uEpmC7n2 !!!

Last updated Aug 3rd, 2024

[tripwiree]

Web world elementary AU poster thing

[assassin-artist]

blue moon weeds [WIP]