#had a nice nap

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Pov: You wake up from your ethereal sleep, the only light is the pitiful glow from the moon above, dusk has faded into the depths of night now. Something calls you, like a siren out at sea. A single cup lays at your bedside. Red pools and stirs within. Reflective from the somber light outside your window. Why were you here? Foreign sheets scrunch under your fingertips. This wasn’t your home.

It calls you again, louder this time. Whispers surround you in a flurry. “Run, run run- hide, hide, hide.” There’s another voice, more prominent than the rest. Smooth like honey- with a serpents edge. “Drink from the cup dear, go on.” It urges you. The whispers grow louder, pleading you not to. There’s a fear laced within their tone. 

You tried to listen to them, you did, but it felt like the world was now moving in slow motion. You watched as your hands slowly slid around the cup. You heart raced as you listened to the voices plead you to fight. Another, called out to the darkness around you. “Leave the child alone! They have done no wro-”

“SILENCE.” A chill swept through the air, and your skin prickled at the plummeting temperature. The voices were all silent now. You felt their sorry gaze from the walls, slowly disappearing into nothing. Questions piled and overflowed as you tried to piece together how you got here- and more importantly, how to get out.

You had already tried to move multiple times now, but your body just wouldn’t listen! It was like you were frozen, or more specifically a... puppet. As if strings were attached to your every limb, moving this way and that only if the puppeteer allowed so.

The question now was, who exactly was this puppeteer?

Pieces of your memory flowed through, you winced at the oncoming headache as fragments slowly started to piece together. A stage, a creaking floor... you fell through it. You were running from something. It was chasing you.

“The tea.” You jumped at how close the voice was now. You snapped your head in the direction it was coming from, only to be met with a dark silhouette looming over you. You could make out what looked like spikes framed around their head, dark auburn illuminate by the moonlight, gold  irises stared back into yours.

Glove outstretched, cup engulfed by their hand as they slowly guided yours to hold the red liquid. “Drink it, it will make you feel better.” It stated, backing away to give you space. You couldn’t fight the entire time, your body almost going limp when it neared you. You glanced at the cup, bringing it to your lips.  A floral smell mixed with something else wafted to your nose as you became helpless to whatever pull or control this being had over you. In one last futile attempt, you tried to speak to it yourself.

“W-wait!” Your body froze, and you watched the being flinch slightly at your sudden outburst. “I.. uhm,” Think Y/n think! “Who... are you?” It was silent, but thankfully your body hadn’t moved an inch. It was holding you in place for the time being. “It doesn’t matter-” “Then how about just your name?” You pushed. You just had to keep it distracted enough for you to hopefully escape... once you figured out how to do that, that was. 

 It was quiet, contemplating. A silence overcame the two of you as you searched for an exit. A door! Barely outlined behind the tall figure, but there definitely was one. If you could just get past...

“Eclipse.” You blinked at the figure. Eclipse?... The Eclipse? More memories flooded your mind, along with the reason you were here. You were sent here! Your kingdom! You pushed your fear aside, more pressing matters at the forefront of your mind now.

“Please,” You started, “My kingdom- I...” You tried to move again, and much to your surprise you were able to- A sharp pain shot up your right leg, you yelped as you fell out of the bed, landing harshly on the wooden floor beneath you. Tears pricked your eyes, but not just from the pain. You had a job- a duty! And here you were barely able to stand, barely able you help your people, and crumbling in front of the sole person you were sent out to seek.

How pathetic. Useless... but-

“Please, Eclipse... My people need your help.” You had to try.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

you’d think after 800 years he’d learn his lesson about taking afternoon naps. / prev comic / follow for more sleepy xie lian

[lizardsarecute]

very late night korsica sketches!

[yangjeongin]

HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024):  ↘ D-DAY | HAPPY BIRTHDAY HWANG HYUNJIN❣️

[julykings]

summer’s end

[janebonbon]

[egginfroggin]

Hmmmm.

Yet another meme redraw for you all this fine day

It hasn't been officiated by Nintendo yet, but frankly, I do subscribe to the theory that DMK corrupted Sectonia via the mirror; I also think that Taranza has every right to knock him out cold for it

Tell me, which bin do you think DMK belongs in, recycling or trash?

Also I did the perspective after one in the morning on this, don't mind how skrungled DMK is

Also if anyone knows the meme this is based off of and can give me its name or a link to it, please do so if you wouldn't mind, I couldn't find it and had to do this all from memory

Have a good day, everyone ^^

(Program: Krita; time: about 3 hours [same time half the effort as the last one. huh])

[noxious-fennec]

Happy (re)birthday to the most guy ever! I come bearing a humble gift :)

[tea-time-terrier]

Pichael is a big cuddler with people and won't move if another creature comes to cuddle (kyle) but I think the only ones she's ever chosen to cuddle on occasion are her brittanies <3

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 23 - Honey

I wonder where the kids have gone...

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[gojonanami]

me: *wakes up from my nap*

you guys: *buncha asks*

me: …ok I will post the prof geto teaser in a sec hahah

[why-the-heck-not]

insomnia? do u mean my true crime podcast time

[ot3]

"a good swordsman never makes the mistake of letting his guard down plus i took a nap earlier" really great delivery on this line from the va

[dimsilver]

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