#im asleep rn queue

[robinsroom]

I'm not nice I'm a meanie Tantrum - Ashnikko

[u3pxx]

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Abort! You clearly have not thought this through. You won't like what you will see there -- and you will never *un-become* it.

watching an lp where they didn't continue to look in the mirror, so just brain-empty playing around with that idea

[nevvn]

after a lot of internal battle,, im finally opening my commissions yay

i'll be doing chibis.. for now. just shoot a DM if interested!

[quailxcrossing]

who sleeps with the most blankets? who sleeps with the least? anyone who needs a whole stack of pillows in just the right spot to make them comfortable?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION SO MUCH i had to save this one bc its just. like. i love my characters sleeping so much i dont know why im just completely, genuinely enthralled with picturing them sleeping, it is how i get myself to sleep like every single night

it was so hard to pick just one guy for such category, so ill take the opportunity to talk about a few guys! okay i made a new rule i can only talk about 3 guys per category i'm yapping too much

SLEEPS WITH TONS OF BLANKIES KINDA GUYS-

- Caius! Caius gets cold extremely easily, even in summer nights, so they always have a nice big comforter and lots of throw blankets. PILLOWS TOO. He likes to have something on every side of him, be it a pillow or a boyfriend. Wrap them up

- Cian! She sleeps wrapped up in a weighted blanket every night, and then Turrie snuggles around that. She needs to be smushed. Turrie sorta falls into the sleeping with minimal blankets, as she often doesn't have a blanket, only a sheet. and she likes that! it feels good to keep her wings very outstretched in the night, and they can keep her warm in the winter.

- Louin! His bed is covered in big thick quilts which provides a great hiding place for him and/or his plushie collection if anyone walks in. He also likes to find blankets large enough to cover him during his shifts, but he won't tell anyone thats why he's buying them. Dude just wants to be snuggled and hidden when he's a big doggie

SLEEPS WITH MINIMAL BLANKIES -

- Ruse! Well, I suppose the better way to say it is that Ruse CAN sleep with minimal blankets. Even in freezing weather, she can get herself to sleep! She can sleep most anywhere really...she is first to volunteer for the floor when visiting others, and her friends gotta beg her to take the couch. She's a bit confused about it, she doesn't NEED anything, so why is everyone so concerned...she is very used to sleeping on the road when she was a knight, as well as any sleeping accommodations she received being stolen from her as she was very non-confrontational and an outsider of her troop who everyone just walked all over. It was very easy to take things from her; she didn't really feel like she owned anything, anyway. SO learning to sleep with nothing became a necessity. That's not to say she doesn't love blankets....she is quietly very grateful for what she has at Cradle's complex, although she would be prepared to forfeit it at a moment's notice.

- Goat! Goat sleeps warm and restless, his blankets always end up tossed across the room by morning. Sometimes, I mean that very literally- he wakes up from a light frustrating sleep and mindlessly tosses his blanket off to cool down or because its texture is bothering him (even if he loves the texture by the morning) and then zonks back out. What he NEEDS is pressure...and a fan

- Winnie! Winnie likes to sleep above the blankets, despite Cheriko's urging. Winnie feels trapped under blankets, which is also why she likes to sleep on top when Cheri is shifted. She's also really fluffy, so probably gets a bit too hot too. What she neeeeds is to sleep snuggly with her girl but also not feel too trapped by fabric

NEEDS THAT REALLY SPECIFIC SLEEPING CONDITION - (putting this in the category of who needs a whole stack of pillows)

- Maiceo! pillow guy <3 with all the growing pains of having their insides sloshed around and giant ram horns splitting out of their skull, they took to propping themselves up with lotttsss of pillows to get comfortable. typa guy who kept grouching around asking people if they had extra pillows because Hierophants aren't supposed to buy things they "want" (only need). Also a particularly semisoft one can be perfect for spooning, and they're just fucking miserable...

- Auï!! he's not so much of a blankets guy as he is a pillow guy. He loves his NEST!!!! he will get soooo comfy cozy with a pillow on every side of him. what will he do!! snuggle one on his side? lay flat on his back with one on his chest? lay on his stomach and cling the one beneath him? oh his possibilities these days are endless. Goat loves getting lost in his pile of pillows, if he's still enough you cannot see him at all

- Runo! okay he's a little special. He also is in the big-fluffy-blankets category, but his biggest sleeping tell is he needs pressure like Cian, but a LOT. He needs his wife using him as a bed, basically. He didn't always need this, but unfortunately, he can't sleep without her now...when Peony had a broken ankle and couldn't sleep on him, Runo didn't sleep. When the babies were born and it was her turn to check on someone in the night, he'd just lay there unable to get back to bed. he used to be normal....then he got married to me, it looks SO uncomfortable to have a person directly on top of you as you lay on your back, but to him, its instantly zzzzzzz's

[tricks-n-illusions]

[Reaction to this post] - [Lady Ombre belongs to @ask-noonescity]

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Silas pulled his hand away in response, he wasn't expecting rebellion towards his threats, especially one he said with such confidence. The sudden physical contact made him cringe, despite his face being hidden his body language made it obvious he felt discomfort at being touched. He didn't like that, not one bit, her lack of fear was unnerving and the sinister grin she gave made his skin crawl. It felt like the power and advantage he had over her was suddenly pulled out from underneath him. He didn't have control over the situation anymore and that terrified him.

As she leered back everything in his body was screaming at him to run, yet just as before when faced with something much scarier than himself he froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do and he was so confused by the situation he didn't even realize the unexpected stinging pain that was quickly starting to dig into his fur. It was only when he felt his mask finally beginning to slip that his panic and self-preservation finally kicked in.

"Please stop-!" Silas yelped out in fear, his claws were franticly clawing at the vines but he did little damage to them. It was like all his efforts to escape meant nothing to her, he felt so helpless and scared. Of course, he would die this way, a victim to his own stupidity. His breathing quickly spiralled out of control as he felt the vines begin to tighten, he didn't like this. It all felt so sickeningly familiar to him, the pressure around his neck, the way he gasped for air and panicked, it was all much too close to something from his past. This had happened before? Hadn't it? This was something he was acquainted with, something he knew well. She always did this to him, just another punishment on the long list.

And for some reason, everything in his mind couldn't stop him from melting back into those moments. She was here again, wasn't she? Back from the grave to torment him? Despite everything he knew, every logical thought denying her existence in the present he couldn't shake the thought. In one last ditch effort to ease his anxiety, he opened his eyes... But that only gave him a passing glance of a face he knew well.

Lady Ombre was truly gone, her words falling on deaf ears as she lectured the fox. All that replaced her was the terrifying memory of a ghost here to hurt him once more.

Silas franticly kicked and squirmed in the air, his tiny paws were desperately attempting to tear at the magical energy around his neck. Seance merely looked on in annoyance.

"What are you good for if not? You really don't know how to do anything, do you?" Seance scoffed, her magic was slowly tightening around the fox's neck more. Her grip easily constricted his airway. "I asked you to kill... one person." She held a singular claw up as the tiny Giratina spirit drifted around her, "But you couldn't even do that little fox, could you?" "Why do I even ask you to do things, what are you worried they're going to hurt you?" She laughed as Silas struggled. "You should be more scared of me than some stranger, did you not learn what happens when you don't listen? Was the tail not enough? Do you need another reminder?" "What's next, Hm..." The ghost hummed, pacing around the fox in thought. "How about an ear, or maybe." She suddenly grinned as her eyes darted back to him. "An eye? Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Every time you'd open your little eyes and realize you can't quite see the whole picture, you'll remember me and think about how much you should have listened... How does that sound, hm? Or I could finally just kill you?" Silas frantically shook his head in reply, the air he was able to breathe in was getting more scarce by the second. "You're right. That'd be too merciful, someone as horrible as you doesn't deserve mercy." With the last bits of air he could get the fox gave a broken plead. 

"Ugh, Seriously?" She groaned.

Silas hit the ground with a loud thud, the sudden allowance of air instantly threw him into a coughing fit. Seance however just stared down in irritation, her ears twitching with every sharp cough. "Are you fucking done now?"She asked in irritation, she obviously felt no remorse for her actions. "Stop the dramatic coughing fit, you're not getting any sympathy from me. You want sympathy then why don't you crawl your way back to your human, hm?" "I'm sure she's stupid enough to reward your misbehaviour with pets and kisses. You always did like being a little pampered pet, didn't you? Having a soft bed and food in your bowl~" She mocked. "Disgusting really, you pets are all the same." Silas only continued to cough before he made a weak effort to stand.

He only looked down in shame, despite her scolding, tears quickly began to fill his eyes. But there was no sadness, no emotion to go along with them all he felt was a disconnect from his surroundings as he drifted back into reality. [ . . . ] It seemed Lady had let go of him long ago, but he was too stuck in his head to have noticed. He only sat there in silence as his hand cautiously wandered to the place where the vines were. The presence of pressure still lingered even if the vines were no longer there. He seemed confused, unsure why Lady Ombre didn't simply kill him when she had the chance.

Just as she left the fox made a frantic scramble for his mask. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, all he could mutter out was faint repetitive apologies as he shakily took the kitsune mask in hand.

Once he felt it in his hands a faint calmness washed over him... He took a long moment to stare at it in silence. His claw was gently scratching at the smooth surface of the mask, a feeble attempt to help ground himself in the present day. He still seemed extremely shaken up from the interaction with her. His hands were unintentionally trembling, and he couldn't stop his tears from worsening as moments passed. He was so tired of this, he was so tired of showing weakness and letting strangers have power over him. He was getting so tired of people treating him badly, pushing him around, finding new ways to get under his skin and bring him to the pathetic tears he struggled to hide. "Everything is fine..." He muttered before he finally flipped the mask, completely set on using it to conceal any leftover tears.

"Why do I always do such stupid things…"

-> Oh? What's this? Seems Silas will remember this interaction. Lady Ombre has been added to the relationships page. -> Silas has been... slightly injured and will have minor scratches going forward.

[dailyedgeworth]

hiiiii i made a game for a game jam..... play it if you want and try find the incredibly well hidden edgeworth

here are some more details under a readmore

made in ten days for the Velox Fabula jam and with the theme of unreliable narrator, it's the first game everyone on the team made!! it was great to learn how to use renpy :)

ama me (in incisis), a latin phrase that can mean "love me" or, put in a sentence in between commas (just like this one, that's what "incisis" means), "believe me".

all according to my trusted dictionary.

reconnect with an old friend from high school in a very specific italian experience!

or don't!

that said i really am super new at this (i never programmed anything in my life before this) so while i appreciate advice on stuff, please be nice to me and my friends that helped me work on this!!

featuring:

content warnings:

around 5k words in total

partial voice acting (might jumpscare you... we had some issues)

a namable protagonist

one friend/love interest

4 endings

1 cg

squished saves

possible implied death

mentioned child neglect

[praesparo]

hey folks, im back from work (& very tired) but i'm gonna smash a couple drafts (& potentially answer a couple more asks hehe)

[arachnidiots-a]

SCREAMING & JUMPING & PULLING OUT THE FANCY LEMONADE AND AND AND HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!

[ria-starstruck]

hiii i finally finished that animatic! hollow knight gjinka designs by @foileadeux, and the song was actually something they originally considered for their hornet animatic!

[robinsroom]

hehehehehehemakesmybrainmelthehehehehe

@weekendbiblestudy

[honeybuckin]

overall psa ... sorry for the late responses . i can never get on top of these hoes and i really don't like dropping things . one day i'll stop hoarding responses but when will that day be ???? idek . ( alllssooo i feel like i owe starters but i can't remember so hmu <3 )

[pumakaji64]

I think the one thing I'll miss about my tits is that I won't be able to refer to myself as a big titty boyfriend in my own head anymore... other then that I'm ready to get these bitches blown clean off lol

[theoldsecretkeeper]

"Saddd girl hourssss.."

[frecklystars]

god... he's just so... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[vipermirage]

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜ ( fon )

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. accepting

mammon took a look at the empty bottle of fruit flavoured soju on the table, what a killjoy, they were just getting started. it wasn't like they were often out here drinking anyway, today just happened to be especially long "you know they're like 13% alcohol at best." they pointed out. if there was a person they genuinely wished to not see today, it would be fon.

"talk about what?" they asked, taking a few sips from a new bottle as they flicked the cap piece, their gaze fixed on the cap as a form of entertainment. "can't a guardian have bad days and tired days? i don't always need someone to talk to." they added on taking another small sip, as they looked away from him, trying to get their minds off whatever tonight. "mind your own business and do better things." they suggested, "get those muscle training, or punch some punching bags, don't bother me." they urged, wanting nothing more to be left alone, away from the noises of other people's head.

[i984]

There's no secret Nic.... *sneaks you out and whispers* It's procrastination and panic. That's the secret.

Thank you darling, you're really too good with your words. I hope you have an amazing day! 💗

In Sickness and In Health

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Soft! Wednesday Addams as usual, you guys voted on this even when I warned you it's rushed, stubborn! Wednesday Addams, Wednesday roasts even in sickness.

|Summary|: Wednesday has a cold. You are ready to be by her side.

|A/n|: Get well soon, Alex. A lil' drabble for ya!

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Wednesday is sick.

And when she's sick, she gets very clingy. And 100% more stubborn.

You had gotten worried when Wednesday didn't come to classes all day. Bribing Enid with a bar of chocolate during a lesson, you finally obtained her whereabouts and sprinted to her dorm room.

When you arrived and knocked, there wasn't an answer. Letting yourself in, you see Wednesday on her bed with her back against you. There were tissue papers scattered across the bedding, and if Enid hadn't told you your girlfriend was sick, you would've thought she was crying.

"Don't come near me."

You stopped in your tracks; the croak in Wednesday's voice was unusual. The sneeze that followed afterward was also unexpected. You sigh into the room before making your way to her bed. The girl grabs the cover over her head.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"No, and I said, don't come near me."

You pull the cover off her. Wednesday doesn't turn to look at you, but you can already see the deep frown growing on her face, too prideful to show you her weakened state. Your girlfriend's stubbornness perplexes you sometimes.

"Okay, then let me check," you put your hand on her forehead, and her usual cold skin was now much warmer and sweatier. "You're definitely sick."

Wednesday finally turns to look at you as she huffs, eyebrows furrowed while a slight pout grace her lips. "It's just a little cold."

"Your cheeks are flushed, Wednesday, and I hear you sniffing. You did it just now." You grab the tissue box on the bedside table, handing it to the ravenette, "Here, help yourself."

The girl begrudgingly takes some before blowing her nose quickly. "Don't you have potion-making class right now?" Wednesday asks, "I don't suppose you came here because you need to fetch any ingredients from this room."

"Well, I ditched as soon as I heard the news. I'd rather be here with you."

Wednesday scoffed at your words, but it was interrupted by another sneeze. "I don't need your help," she said while her hands reached to grab the tissue box from your hand. You pulled it away.

"Just let me help you."

"No."

The ravenette strains her arms as you step back, her jaw clenching as she realizes you're out of reach. Forcing herself out of bed, Wednesday ignores how her legs turn into noodles before throwing herself at you.

You hurriedly kept your balance and caught her just in time.

"If you don't stop this stubborn behavior of yours and let me help," you half-dragged your girlfriend back to bed, your other hand still holding the tissue box away from her, "I'll never come here ever again."

Wednesday glares at you.

"Ever." You emphasize.

She held a staring contest with you before finally blinking and turning away. "Fine."

"I'm gonna make you some porridge," you hand the box to her, "and we can cuddle afterwards."

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"—and your eyes were pulling me in with how they reflected the fire. So I had no choice but to kiss you, and it felt right. I couldn't help it."

The stubbornness has finally melted away.

"I have to admit I was expecting a vision of you doing something psychopathic, but I'm relieved there was none."

The unintentional bite in her words has not, though.

"That's sweet, love," you smile softly at the girl laying her head on your shoulder, "which is why you should drink the tonic. How else will your cold go away?"

Wednesday furrows her brow momentarily before a mischievous look takes over her face. "A kiss, perhaps?"

"Not until you drink the tonic," you chuckle, hands coming to adjust the blanket as she sits up straighter, "Deal?"

Wednesday nods slowly, nose sniffing for the umpteenth time that night. You take the glass of the herbal liquid and carefully bring it over to her lips. The ravenette takes one sip before pulling back, face grimacing.

"The cold must've impaired my brain because the bitter taste is no longer to my liking."

You raise your eyebrow at her challengingly, and Wednesday rolls her eyes, about to lean in for another sip. "You better keep your promise because this is torture. And not the good kind."

"Drink up, Wens, and we shall see."

Wednesday immediately takes big gulps, her eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper with each one. She pushes the glass and your hand away when she finally finishes it, head falling back to rest on the headboard.

"That was utterly gross," she grabs a tissue and wipes her mouth, "the taste is even worse than the porridge you made me eat earlier."

"You agreed to let me take care of you, remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't agree to subject myself to gustatory torture," Wednesday counters as she turns to look at you, "which is why I believe compensation is overdue."

"Fine," you disapprovingly tsk while turning off the bedside lamp before slipping down the cover, and Wednesday follows suit, wrapping the fabric around herself.

You always relent to her no matter what she does or says. Especially when she offers you such a view; her messy hair, dark brown eyes, chapped burgundy lips, and her porcelain face dusted with freckle galaxies are going to be the death of you.

"Good night, Wens," you lift her bangs, pressing a delicate kiss on her forehead. The smell of your strawberry soap still lingers when you pull back. "And you better get well soon, or I will force feed you the awful porridge you loved so much."

"Shut up."

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A/n2: I warned you guys this is rushed as hell but thank you for trusting me so much 🥲 also I will need to rewrite this in the future 🤸‍♀️ P.s. Uterus, I hate you. Go disappear.

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