#i’m just complaining ignore me

[humblegoat]

we’re having some unanticipated visitors today and i’m sure it will be fine but the degree to which i have become unable to comfortably adjust to unanticipated visitors is really harshing my vibes rn

[alsofullofflies]

If Kaos has 1000 fans I am one

If Kaos has 10 fans I am one

If Kaos has 1 fan it is me

If Kaos has no fans I am consumed.

[malt-o-meat]

i don’t care if taylor swift is in the closet or not, or a mental health baddie like us or not, i don’t like her because she dates racists, pollutes more in a week than my neighborhood in 10 years, and held a concert in hundred degree weather, and killed a fan doing it. she’s not more special than any of the artists who are openly queer or openly struggle with mental health, she’s just a lady who writes pretty ok lyrics.

[dimitrscu]

need to take away words like broken, unbalanced and overtuned from gamers who really just want to complain they are finding something difficult. those words obviously do have a place, but just because you haven’t figured out the dodge timings on a boss yet doesn’t in fact mean the fight is an “unfair broken mess” i swear souls fans never used to be this annoying. these games are, for the most part, about trial and error. figuring out what works and what doesn’t. you’ll fail 20 times in a row and then all of a sudden something will click and you’ll go “holy shit so that’s how i avoid that!” idk, to me that’s one of the things i love the most about these games but each to their own

[castielsupernatural]

it’s actually soooo fucking annoying being in the closet how the hell do you guys just stop doing that

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

Can you write about Mika comforting Damien after he’s had a nightmare?

Of course! I’ve been busy and writing other stuff but I can do it now!! Hope you enjoy and sorry if it’s not so great. I’m not so great at writing Damien😭, but I Hope you enjoy :)💙.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated as always!!

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He didn’t understand why the nightmare kept happening. The Demon Lord was dead, gone, and wouldn’t’ve been able to hurt Damien or Mika.

Mika, his lovely wife. They both had fought the Demon Lord for her freedom, and got married once they returned a few months ago. He believed their life could be better and peaceful, but every so often a nightmare haunted him, and it was always the same.

He opened his eyes in the dream and was in the throne room, with the Demon Lord far from him. Damien looked up on instinct and saw Mika, his lovely Mika, held up in the air by the monster. He wanted to run towards her, and he always, always tried, but he was stuck. He was frozen like a statue and was forced to watch the Demon Lord stab her, and hear her scream.

The Demon Lord said something, something about him being a bastard and how it’s his fault, but it never really processed. The only thing that processed was the sounds and sight of her death. He stabbed her until she stopped responding, and threw her lifeless body to the ground.

It broke him out of his trance and he tried to run towards her, shouting her name, but he was suddenly stopped by hands pulling him away. The Demon Lord looked at him the entire time, smiling even harder when the hands drag him away to the dungeons. It changed so quickly, it always did, and suddenly his hands were placed on a stone wall, and he heard the crack of a whip followed by the pain on his back.

It cracked over and over again, the pain worsened each time, and just before he woke he heard someone whisper, “A demon till the day you die.”

He sat up with a loud gasp, the world spinning as soon as he opened his eyes. He took in quick breaths, eyes scanned the room to see any threat, but there was none. He almost screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, only to look over and immediately recognize Mika.

“Damien? What’s wrong?” She noticed his breathing and the slight sheen of sweat on his face, and had a guess of what happened. She moved up to lean against the headboard and gently pulled him with her. Like always, he moved with her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, laying his cheek on her shoulder, while she ran a hand through his hair. “Was it a nightmare again?” He nodded silently. His eyes were focused solely on her stomach, the places she was stabbed in, and almost missed her next question. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nothing was different. You still died and I was…”. He couldn’t finish the sentence, his throat felt too tight to continue. His tears fell before he could’ve stopped them, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, feeling slight embarrassment though he knew she never judged him.

Her hand moved down his back, rubbing up and down to prove nothing was there. No scars or cuts or slashes. No one had hurt him. She lifted his chin up to make him look at her, up into her lovely green eyes that always made him feel safe. “Damien, you’re here with me. We’re safe.” She took one of his hands and placed it on her stomach, proving there were no stabs or blood, and then placed it over her heart. “We’re both alive.” She then wiped a few tears away and caressed his cheek lovingly, making him feel the warmth from her body, and not the coldness he knew her body had in the nightmare.

He listened to her voice, felt her touch, and followed her breathing to ease himself, a routine he did after each nightmare. Her heart was strong under his hand, and alive. He let out a deep sigh and nodded. “Yes, we’re alive. You’re alive. We’re safe,” he repeated to himself.

She slid back down to her spot in bed, him following her, and pulled him to her chest. He heard each heartbeat and breath she took, reassuring him more. She then began to hum a lullaby softly, guiding him to a peaceful sleep. When he was on the edge of sleep, ready to fall back into the darkness and hope for a better dream, he heard her whisper, “I love you, Damien. I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. Forever.”

He believed her, like he always did and always would until the end.

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I hope you enjoyed! I’m open for many more, but forgive me if I’m not as good for Matthew and Damien but I hope you enjoyed and see this Anon💙!

[dressycobra7]

I forgot how much periods suck ☹️

[cheridraws]

see I often get conflicted because yes, I do want to watch things that will ultimately help myself, especially with an issue I have that I’m highly aware of. But also that fear of having the issue fixed is always there, and the issue is so convenient that I don’t wanna get rid of it, so,,,,, augh

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Golf is so dumb bc it’s like rich people invented the most boring and needlessly expensive sport imaginable just so that they wouldn’t have to interact with poor people at their sporting events and somehow expect us to take it seriously instead of just pointing and laughing

[chiefguideandcentre]

I really wish it was easier for me to create things, but I feel the need to plan everything out first. I need to know exactly how everything is going to look and is placed perfectly before I actually put it down permanently. It has to look good, look right or else! I wish I could just sit down and just GO, but I can’t. Someone I knew in college used to say to me all the time “don’t think, just do” and omg I’m trying but it’s so hard! That’s why I picked up this new hobby (basically a type of journaling, I might be lame but oh well) in the first, to make myself be creative without overthinking it and it’s kind of working, but I’m not fast about it. It’s weird (I have a few hours after work every day) so when I get home, I will try working on a page and it takes me hours, messing with it, trying to decide what I want, switching stuff and supplies around etc etc and I never figure it out the first day, never! So the next day comes along and that’s when I figure out what I want, what I want to use and how to place it on paper etc. (still takes me hours to create even the most simple page though), but that’s how it goes every single time. I never figure it out the first day, always the next. And it shouldn’t take me hours. Like a total of 7-8 hours for even the most basic page! That’s just too slow for me and defeats the purpose of “dont think, just do”. There’s like some huge mental block that I just can’t get past

[bpdamn]

not my mom giving me the silent treatment even now that i‘m an adult. lol but not so lol i guess

[heartsofminds]

being 21 is one of the most humbling ages ever like it’s always SOMETHING! literally always fucking SOMETHING!!! 🤩🤭

[skyward-floored]

it's okay I'm also insane about your writing (that fic was really really really good and I'm still thinking about it)

- hero-of-the-wolf

Thank you 😭

I always expect to get less of a response on stuff involving ocs, but it’s still rough when I write something I personally consider to be really good and only have it get a little attention ...Whereas if I spend ten minutes writing a dumb lu fic somehow it gets hundreds of notes despite me barely putting any effort into it...

...But that’s just me being grumpy. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my stuff, many thanks thank you 💖💖💖💖

[kentopedia]

i was going to watch aot with my friend but she ignored all my messages so it’s okay i’ll watch it alone ! <3 on another note though i’m almost home so i will answer asks soon hehehe

[godsperfectprincess]

sexy to someone by clairo save me

[floral-hex]

hi. I’m still alive (mostly).

still moving stuff from one apartment to the next. It sucks. Everything is a mess. I hate stairs and, for some reason, boxes of books are very heavy.

now I get why they call these the dog days of summer, because this shit is ruff 😰