#entry at night

[yatamisakis]

Dallas Mediterranean Exterior

Inspiration for a huge mediterranean beige two-story stone exterior home remodel with a tile roof

[oshaskell]

and on today's episode of Eddie Diaz and the Sudden (but Wonderful) Absence of Personal Space

[pixdoodles]

"The Treachery of the Wolf" The pages of this book warn of a terrible danger.

(uncropped below the cut)

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Just caught up with Dracula Daily and it just tears me apart how desperately everyone loves Lucy, and how desperately everyone wants to save her, and how fully she loves everyone in thanks. From Mina running through half the town to rescue her from her sleep-walking, to Arthur giving all the blood he can and then some for her sake, to Dr Seward and Van Helsing giving blood themselves and keeping watch through the night, to her maids begging to keep watch over her, to her mother’s solicitude for her health, to the tenderness of her words in her diary. It’s all a labour of love and desperation, and it is devastating that the Count manages to snatch her away despite it all.

[slavhew]

jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere

[zooliminology]

Clusters of entities found deep within the Far Plane. Entities cling to the ceiling and emit luminescence.

[bratphilia]

endmdjdjkdk perv uncle william finds out reader sleeps wearimg only her oversized shirt and no underwear……

cw ; incest, somno, humping

WILLIAM AFTON who is sent up to your room to check on you. you've been up there quite a while; your parents were concerned. your door is open a crack and when he opens it wider, he finds you asleep on your bed. the glow of lights hitting your sleeping form almost makes you look angelic, which is when he notices you in a certain position. you're on your stomach, hugging a pillow to your head, oversized shirt that would normally reach just below your upper thighs had rode up to reveal your ass. william swallows, trying to wet his dry throat. like a man possessed, he finds himself stepping forward to sit on the bed. you don't even shift, you must be a heavy sleeper. lucky for him. he licks his lips and gets a brilliant, nasty idea.

he slowly slides down the zipper of his slacks down, careful not to wake you from the noise it makes. he climbs around to hover over you on his knees, cock in hand. he releases it to let it slap softly against your ass, making the flesh jiggle and you stir. it makes him harder than he already is. taking his dick back in his hand, he presses it against your pussy. it sticks out between your legs perfectly, presenting yourself to him. he debates putting it in but decides to save that for another time. he wants you to be awake for that. you'd moan so prettily, soprano voice, mouth in the shape of an 'o' as you grip his shoulders. maybe he'd be your first, the first to stretch you out and teach you every dirty thing.

he rubs his dick against your slit. from the angle your laying in, he can't quite hit your clit, but your hole is just enough for him to prod at. he smothers the tip against it, feeling himself lubricating it. it takes everything within him not to just stick his cock inside you. good things come to those who wait, he reminds himself.

"uncle will," you murmur. his attention is taken away from your ass, your pretty fucking pussy, and meets your doe eyes, squinted from sleep and adjusting to the light that bleeds through your room. "what are you doing?"

"shh," he whispers. "go back to sleep, darling. uncle will's just takin' care of his beautiful girl."

"okay..." you rest your head back down on the pillow. william's pushing against your pussy becomes more relentless as he feels himself get closer. your raspy voice, your something-of-a willingness really gets him going.

"'s wrong," you murmur, but your hips are grinding upwards almost desperately.

he looks at you, close to spilling over. he's breathless by now, voice a little louder. "mm, then why are you moving your hips, huh? you want this, honey. it's okay that you're tired, you don't know what you're saying."

"okay, uncle will," you say again, closing your eyes this time. with that, he cums. leaking cock making a mess of your pussy, your legs, and your sheets.

[yang-png]

yeehaw! now with color! cowboy yang you will always be famous

[biblically-accurate-dca]

for dca fandom members specifically: have you played and completed security breach?

when i say "complete" i specifically mean "played through it at least once and got to 6am", whether you got all the endings and/or achievements is irrelevant to the question

another additional note is that if you've played other fnaf games but haven't completed those then that still counts as you playing them and you can answer yes to that!

no shame towards anyone who hasn't played the games! this is just to see what the general statistics are among everyone here

please reblog for a larger sample size! thank you ♡

[uzurakis]

i constantly think about how yuuji would be a sucker for you playing with his hair

he’s sprawled out comfortably, his head resting in your lap, a content smile on his face. you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair, and he lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “you like this, don’t you baby?” you ask, a playful lilt in your voice. “mmhmm,” ur pink haired boyfriend mumbles, barely coherent, “feels niceee.” especially when you scratch one specific spot on the back of his head. if i vaguely recall, he has an undercut, right? so pls give this baby a nice messy ruffle on his head hehehe

aand this goes both ways! nonnie i just thought of this exact thing last night sfahshsh. now you���re lounging on the bed, your back comfortably leaning against yuuji’s chest. his arms are wrapped around you, and he’s gently stroking your hair, running his fingers from the roots down to the very ends of your locks. he gave you a quick peck, pressing his tender lips to the back of your head. “i love you,” he whispers against your hair, his breath warm and comforting

[drac-kool-aid]

Seward's bone deep desire to run away from the asylum is not exactly surprising. There have been a lot of really good meta posts about how the return of Van Helsing into his life is the turning point where we see the caring and good side of him and how we can interpret his life as a student in Amersterdam as one of freedom and happiness. How he is part of the tragedy of manners, how strict social expectations allow Dracula to persist, and how they only exacerbate the unhappiness of the characters.

And I think the tragedy of Seward is that, really, he should not be the head of an asylum. It's a job that brings him no joy, and he's BAD at it. We can all recognize that if your first reaction to going back to work is "What if I just leave it all." That isn't a healthy work environment.

Now, in the modern day, the ability to pick and choose a work environment, even to leave one that is damaging your mental health, is a privilege. (IT SHOULDNT BE, but it is). And, although it is definitely reaching crisis levels in modern times, major changes in your career have almost always been difficult (unless you are really rich, or a particular brand of academic in the 17th-18th century, or both).

Seward can't just leave and become a surgeon. To give up the lofty position of "Head of an Asylum" would be unthinkable in the 1890s, especially for a reason like "Being here is basically turning me into the Joker." Like, how would Seward explain that in polite society? Would they accept that reasoning? Would they create salacious gossip if they didn't? Can Seward leave his position without losing a great amount of social capital?

Probably not.

His rise to head of an asylum, as many have pointed out, was meteoric, to say the least. It has afforded him status and respect and also left him deeply, deeply fucked up. And he can't leave!

I think his desperate attempts to quantify Renfield's behaviors into a new mental illness are telling in this regard. Maybe he is too used to having to meet some sort of expectation, and now he thinks this is the logical next step (It's NOT, but I digress). The feeling of having to keep performing above expectations, grasping at straws to do so, and subsequently burning oneself out (as well as others around you) and engaging in unethical practices? Idk. It sounds like something that would happen today. (tbh there are probably a ton of Sewards out there today, as there are still systemic problems within the mental health system that allow for the dehumanizing and abuse of patients).

It doesn't excuse his behavior. Nothing he does to Renfield is excusable, but I think it does explain some of the *why*. He isn't just cruel for cruelty's sake.

So, tldr I guess: I think reading Seward as someone who got stuck on a career path that he realized was unfufilling and that he ends up hating. Social conventions restrict him from just quitting without and a (socially acceptable) good reason to do so, and a lifetime of being regarded as one of the smartest people in the room means he can not allow himself to fail. Unfortunately, this also means he can not admit when his actions or his ideas are wrong when it comes to his job.

(But he can show that uncertainty FOR Lucy, and TO Arthur and Van Helsing, which speaks his trust and love for them)

[julykings]

by candlelight

[lil-lemon-snails]

My silly entry for the DCAH art contest! A crossover I didn't realize I would love so much :'3

[toxi-works-at-culvers]

the evil of ignorance

dtiys for @glitch-1983 :)

[blakbonnet]

🥺🥺🥺 why must he go through this when he's so adorable

[officialdaydreamer00]

Marionette on a string

in which your significant other was dragged to a local theatre to see your performance on stage

pairing: (slight) idia shroud x actress!yuu/reader

contents: long drabble, lower case intended, the title should be used for my angstier ideas i swear lmao, a tiny pinch of fluff, reader is yuu and yuu is reader, gender neutral reader and narrated by you/yours, irene losing their mind over ride the cyclone (2016 cast specifically) and decided to add it in their fic, just idia and ortho reacting to the musical :D mainly idia

★ the daydreamer speaks — my third entry for my tumblr sister @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! disposing the worms bc they block my path to temporary shut down :D

do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @ferris-the-wheel @xen-blank @twistwonderlanddevotee @loser-jpg @lemonchuu @escha-evenstar @dove-da-birb

remember to comment or reblog if you enjoy my work!!

"Ortho, when will Yuu-shi show up on stage?"

"Should be in a few minutes, brother!"

idia briefly question his life decisions when ortho barged into his room, then proceeded to drag him out through the bustling streets of sage island. he could barely heard him mentioning something about you, what with acting and the local theatre.

well, he was about to find out.

as they both sat down in the darkened room, idia suddenly felt conscious about his fire hair glowing, a bit anxious with the judging eyes of others in the room, and pulled up his hoodie hood. he thanked the seven for the small amount of people in the room, which was less than he would expected there to be.

ortho whispered to him information he needed to know about the musical. about the summary, the characters, and the cast, to which he was pleasantly surprised to see you in the role of jane doe.

so an unidentifiable person, he noted, keeping an eye out to see your performance.

after a while, the narrator presented the final person, and you appeared in all your doll-lile glory, taking the spotlight. it was an unsettling introduction, he'd give you that.

the show went on, and idia's gaze never left you. your fellow actors and actresses did a great job with their own songs, which were quite a whiplash of emotions with how quickly the songs changed genres.

and then came your song.

and oh dear sevens, your voice.

"... Woah. "

"Yuu-san is amazing, aren't they, big brother?"

"Yeah... They really are..."

it was hauntingly beautiful, yet melancholic and painfully emotional, it sent chills down his spine. he couldn't imagine you could hit all those high notes, yet you did them so well. though, he only took his eyes off of you for a second, and you were already in the air, flying all over the place.

confusion was an understatement, but he brushed it off in favour of vibing to your, now that he thinks about it, kind of messed up song. he couldn't help but be enraptured by your stellar performance.

the show ended with a light and hopeful song, and a familiar melody as a callback to its opening. he was a bit disappointed that it was over, but he quite enjoyed it.

ortho noticed his brother's little smile. he smiled behind his mask, satified with the result.

mission "get idia outside" was a success!