#im too sleep deprived to think coherently

[viksalos]

i hope i am not only a mutual to you all but also a semianonymous benevolent presence that wishes you well when you’re online and going thru it <3

[autistic-sidestep]

re: that "human skin" reblog, is being the puppet not literally sidestep slipping on their human skin to talk to strangers though?

I MEAN

you're not wrong

[pepsiiwho]

ROMANCE REAL!

I'm a heinous, devious multi-shipper and I always have been and always will be but for now I won't get into sleep's harem. Right now I'm just gonna word vomit about my two biggest Hypnos ships and what im thinking of writing for them with the information we have currently with the new teaser.

If you don't like Zagnos, Arenos or Hypnos getting some well deserved loving (in which case, you can fuck off now) then skip this one. If you'd like to avoid spoilers for my next possible wip (not that this is nearly coherent enough to explain anything I'll write) run away. Now.

Okay. Anyway. Hi true believers.

So, the dynamics of both ships are different to me fundementally but on the outside they look incredibly similar (I have a type). the basics being that Zagreus and Hypnos is more a will they/ won't they childhood friend romance with a twist of like "you stole my whole family and I resent you for that" and "you're the one person in this literal hell hole I can't just fix and it's driving me crazy". Initially Zagreus was like, the one constant nice, polite and understanding person Hypnos had in his corner. Because of like 3 lines of dialogue in the first game (of which I shan't even speak!) I fell out of love with the ship just because of how jarring and heart breaking it was. But I have love for them and have worked in tandem with cano, for once in my life, and can fix it all.

This was a long way to say, Zagnos exs. They dated and it was great. Very puppy love but after a point Hypnos got comfortable enough that he felt discontent with the fact his boyfriend was more beloved in his family then he was. They clash over it, Hypnos gets upset that zagreus gets THREE sets of families, HYP'S INCLUDED, while Hypnos can barely manage one on a good day and Zagreus just does NOT get it. Eventually they break up because they're just too different. Hypnos bows out, in his self-deprecating way, and they're done. Considering the second game, I think this happens shortly before Mel is born/ or conceived. One of the two because news/birth is a whirlwind that takes all of Zag's attention so they have a lot of unfinished business.

Obviously the titans attack only like a year or so after Mel is born and then everything goes to shit and my scene of the escape happens. At this point, Zagreus is still very in love with Hypnos— he never really stopped oops— but their time has run out and it's too late. He goes into the fray. Womp womp. We're caught up.

Arenos, on the other hand, was always an escape from the mess of the house and the family drama happening there. Hypnos the forgotten and unloved son paired up with Ares the forgotten and unloved son. They are very different yet have a shared loneliness no one else really gets? It helps Ares has his weird fixation on the chatonic gods and their entire lineage. So they meet at the post game dinner and Ares is instantly smitten and wants to wisk Hypnos away. This is, surprisingly, the significantly more affectionate and fluffier ship in my mind. He wants to adore his god and obsess over him as Hypnos deserves. Ares is a lover boy to me and Someone who's been deprived of such love his whole life needs someone who's too enthusiastic about his mere existence. Anyway, when the titans attack and Hypnos gets out with Mel, he loses contact with Olympus because they go off the grid and he's too weak to reach ares in his dreams or anything. Until Mel begins communication with her kin up top, Ares assumes Hypnos is dead. He is not normal about it. WOO!

Which brings us to now. The scene I have in mind is post game or like later in the game? In this idea Zagreus has been freed and olympians can come and go from the crossroads without alerting the enemy faction.

The concept for both ships is the same: X goes to crossroads and finds Hypnos sleeping, unwoken for (long period of time here) and unreachable. Im imagining the scene from Snow White. X walks up, ruminates on Hypnos and their past together and then kisses him before crumpling on his sleeping form, overcome with grief.

Naturally, the grief is different. Zagreus for lost love. For another thing lost to him through this conflict but due to his own negligence, not the Titan's whims. He chose to ostracize his love, he chose to ignore him when they were all of 30ft away from each other at any given time. His Hypnos, his sleep, who protected his little sister and (perhaps) helped guide his family to safety/defeat the titans whatever. The fates were as cruel as ever.

Ares, in my mind, would find Hypnos earlier. Before the titans are defeated fully. Seeing his lord sleep, his beloved, his heart and dreams left comatose and out of his reach enrages him. He has a new resolve coming out of the meeting, unable to do anything but wish for the utter decimation of any and all against him and the head of whoever put his love in this position.

The crossroad I'm at though (ha) is If true loves kiss can prevail... I love happy fluff good ends but tragedy is so lovely... Id love to hear other's thoughts as well. Feel free to send asks to continue the convo or reply ... or tags of course... sigh... they're so important. Also more Hypnos ships soon.. first on the block: Apollo and Hermes!

[pixeechix21]

Theo nott x reader

Academic rivals and you really need to de-stress good thing great minds think alike 😋✌️

Ps im a wee bit tipsy n idk how to think rn so let use our ✨imagination✨ I love yall xxox

You're in the Hogwarts library and you're super stressed. So stressed you can't focus and this isn't the moment for you to get side tracked especially when he's studying as hard as you if not harder than you. 

In a corner nearby you hear a frustrated shout and the thudding of books being thrown. Getting up I cautiously look around the corner. By a set of empty tables is a hunched over figure running his hands through his hair. “Hey everything okay?” You ask shyly to walk up to them. 

“No.” his voice is all too familiar. The voice that haunts my dreams and fuels my fantasies. I pick up the books, setting them on the table. “I keep on getting distracted,” he admits. I can see the bags under his eyes, probably reflecting those under my eyes. In the low light of the library and the dark outside he looks like a ghost from the ancient times we study about. His skin glows warmly and his eyes are shadowed. I find my breath hitching in my throat as he looks up at me with a certain look in his eyes. 

“If it helps I'm stressed I can't focus either,” you say helplessly. He pushes his chair back, his usually neat clothes are wrinkled, shirt pulled out and tie slightly undone. There's a sudden urge to fix it for him. Without a second thought my hand reaches out and pulls on his tie lightly loosening it. His deep eyes look at mine, surprised at me cold hands working his tie. Lowly I whisper to him, “I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He chuckles lightly, amused his hand rests on my waist. His tie finally undone and I keep hold of him. His proximity is electrifying. In the quiet of the library I can't seem to keep my thoughts from him. 

As if he has read my mind he starts, “there's this. This. This thing, person, that I can't keep off my mind. Wherever I go, whenever I try to not to think about them they just Weaste their way into the very crevasse of my deepest-” his fingers dig in a little tighter, “-depraved parts of me.” I bite my bottom lip. “Your turn,” he says, eyes looking at my lips then back to my hooded eyes.

“Hmmm.” I hum, sleep deprived and drunk on the feeling of his possessive hold snaking its way under my shirt. His fingers holding on to my bare skin, burning that spot deliciously with his touch. “I feel, I don't know.. I feel tense and stressed. You see there's this guy,” his eyebrows prick up interested, “he consumes my thoughts to the point where I can't focus,” I aggressively plant my hand on his chest, smiling as I slip into his lap as he pulls me closer. 

“Tell me who this guy is?” It's barely audible with the pulsing of blood in my ears. 

“If I tell you you have to promise not to tell anyone, He's the only one that can help my dire situation,” I mockingly plead, a dark look comes over him. Underneath me he shifts himself holding me down to feel him securely.

“I can't promise anything,” his hot breath tickles my neck. Asmall kiss marks where his lips were. I try so hard not to moan in relife at the feeling of him. “But I can promise i can relive some of that… stress,” hes mi.iteres away from my lips. Our breaths are one and the same. I didn't have a single helpful thought before and I don't have one now. I kiss him. Our lips meet in a tangled mess of need and desperation. I needed this. His hands pushing me into him forcing all coherent thoughts of the test out of my kind for good.

[corviiids]

[Sorry if I sound undignified, it's currently 4 AM.] dude DUDE I READ YOUR FIC 'THEY BOTH DIE AT THE END' Holy shit it hit hard. WOW. WOW. Sobbing. I feel like you've captured how valuable life is [without sugarcoating it at all, and the lack of sugarcoating is part of the beauty], and I mean that in the least pretentious way possible. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA And of course there's the amazing characterization. Here's a scream for that: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AA!!!!!!!!!!! ;-; I love how you wrote their thought processes. I love how you wrote their interactions, especially with how difficult the circumstances were. Everything fit perfectly. And I love how it ended for both of them. And I love how the ending felt like it fit the theme of the story? I think there was a theme? But it felt so raw that it felt more like tears on the page rather than a theme [and I mean that in the most positive way possible]. Pain I'm so sorry I can't say anything coherent. You deserve my full thoughts. And you're also so good at setting a scene. The one with L sitting under the night sky at the park after Light dies, eating his pudding cup and thinking about how it tastes better than the things he ate with Light [with implications that he liked the shit food better because he ate them with Light. I have so many thoughts about that and a lot of them are tears] is probably going to be a clear image stuck in my head for a while. I was waiting before reading this one because I knew it would hurt. Probably shouldn't have read it when I'm sleep deprived. I wish I could more fully express my appreciation for every single aspect/little detail I liked about this fic. You better give yourself a pat on the back right now for this. And get a snack too, and drink more water. Actually, just do that in general. Hope you're okay.

😭😭😭 man, thank you so much. deeply flattering comment.

this fic is definitely the fic i expected the lowest readership for because it is such a downer premise, but i think it's also the closest to me out of all my death note fic so far and it meant a lot to me. cathartic and emotionally exhausting writing experience

anyway, thank you so much for giving it a chance, i really really appreciate it and im so glad you got something out of it. 💖💖

(fic in question!)

[underratedandoverit]

drain me of every memory

1,4k words hangman page/swerve strickland

im sleep deprived to hell and back but i couldnt sleep before i wrote this as i was finally struck with a vision i had to follow through. i also did not proofread this very carefully oops i have never written either of these two before so if they have terrible voices im so sorry also if this completely fucking sucks dont tell me please let me live in my tired ignorance lmao other than that i hope you enjoy it!! if its worth anything i'd love to know tho ;;

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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The night had absolutely not gone how he would have wanted. It was a very small comfort in Swerve’s mind that Hangman hadn’t managed to win either, that he was the one suffering the big loss in tonight's huge three-way match, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy the need. The hunger he had to see the cowboy suffer even more, making him feel the pain of those opportunities he snatched away from Swerve with his little tricks.

It wasn’t difficult at all to seek him out later in the evening. They had all stayed around until the end of the main event, everyone wanted to give Sting that one big sendoff together, and Swerve had spied Hangman in the crowd among the rest of the roster in the building tonight, easily. To say that the man looked uneasy and disappointed was an understatement, no matter how much he tried to hide it beneath the mask of a celebration in the moment.

Even past the mass of people between them, Swerve could see that those eyes still weren’t quite right, as they hadn’t been for some time now.

He didn’t even bother to knock on the locker room door, thinking the worst that he could do was catch Hangman changing. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a locker room before, like he hadn’t seen almost everything this man had to offer, nothing that could faze him.

It wasn’t like they didn’t share an unspeakable bond created by a spur of a moment that they had to live with separately together with forever. A bond that was much more intimate than anything a naked eye could see.

A smirk tucked the corners of his lips as Swerve watched the confusion quickly take over the entire face of the blond, though the obvious anger quickly rose back on Hangman’s features. Maybe Swerve was able to see even a slight bit of embarrassment radiating from him, if he focused carefully enough.

“What the hell do you want?”

Swerve’s hands shot up, in both a defensive and calming manner, eyes never leaving Hangman and his obvious distress. “Calm down. I’m not here to wage more wars if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah?” Swerve watched silently as Hangman stood up from his chair, staring daggers at him. “Well I’m not done with you, or afraid to kick your ass if I have to!”

“And fail at that task again? I doubt it.”

His calm demeanor was clearly agitating Hangman further, but the joy Swerve took in just watching his struggle to keep his emotions in check and his words coherent was immeasurable. Just seeing the small visual cues of Hangman’s eyes wandering as he tried to collect himself, hands squeezing into fists and opening up again, the way he almost, just almost wanted to start pacing the small room to calm himself down.

It was all almost too much, too good to be true. Too good to be a real thing he was witnessing with his own eyes, let alone causing.

“Well,” Swerve chuckled quietly, his low voice softly rumbling off the empty walls of the room around them. His hands dropped down again, finding comfort in the pockets of his jacket. “At least I’m not the one who lost that match out there. I think that gives me room to speak.”

That was the right button to push clearly, as Hangman’s eyes shot towards him again, narrowing almost dangerously as he closed the gap between the two men with just a few quick strides, both hands grabbing the front of Swerve’s jacket. He didn’t even flinch, just watched with a smirk as Hangman shook him slightly, his eyes burning with clear anger and frustration.

“Listen here, you little shit!” He wasn’t even trying to control the level of his voice anymore, the frustrations of the entire night pouring over in one fell swoop, manifesting out with a string of incoherent curses and hands trying to wildly shake the other man, whether to intimidate him or bring him to his senses, Swerve wasn’t sure. All he knew was that neither of those ideal options was working.

All Swerve needed to do, was to lean just a tiny bit closer to his face, to freeze Hangman on his tracks, quieting down, the sudden realization of how close they were washing over him. His eyes fixated on Swerve, who quite honestly looked like he was anything but hating this whole ordeal that he had once again managed to cause. Hands on him, his jacket, holding, pulling him close.

His first reaction was to look away, but Hangman clearly wasn’t done with him yet as the hands remained in their place, he just needed to collect himself to figure out how to proceed from here. Seeing his opening though, Swerve didn’t give him much time to think, soon a hand reaching for Hangman’s face, almost forcefully gripping his jaw, turning him back forward.

A soft blush dusted over the blond’s features. Just as Swerve had thought he briefly saw.

“What’s the matter?” His voice was taunting, clearly trying to push it even further than things had already advanced to. “I thought you said you weren’t done with me yet, cowboy.”

Hangman clearly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing without anything going in or coming out of it. His hands still had a tight grip of Swerve’s jacket, keeping him close even if neither would have wanted that, almost as if he was aware that if he let go, the situation would likewise disappear, slip away from his grip.

Swerve could see Hangman’s eyes wandering on his face, glancing down to his lips as Swerve licked them, almost as if giving him visual clues. Giving him ideas he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to act on them, to chase them, to realize them.

Thankfully there were two of them in the situation, as Swerve quickly closed the gap, pressing their lips together. Hangman let out almost a surprised gasp at the sudden touch, but it didn’t take a lot of persuading to pull him deeper into the feeling that he wasn’t going to admit that he had longed to feel for a while now. The blond’s grip almost tightened on Swerve’s jacket, just holding him close, holding his breath as he felt the pair of soft lips against his,  first just as a peck, slowly going for something deeper, more meaningful.

As the curious tongue slipped into the mix to lick over his lips, any thoughts of resistance were officially gone from Hangman’s mind as he gave into the temptation, the soft, deep kiss of a cursed rival.

Hangman still held him close by the front of his jacket, afraid of letting go, of potentially wasting this opportunity.  Opportunity to do what exactly, that he wasn’t so sure about. Swerve’s hand slipped from his jaw, up along it to brush a coil of rogue hair behind Hangman’s ear, finally slipping up his neck into his hair. He balled a good amount of his coils, giving it a firm, almost commanding tuck.

Hangman could feel Swerve smiling against his lips as he moaned quietly.

And almost as fast as the moment had begun, it was already over. Swerve pulled away with ease, leaving Hangman breathing heavily and chasing after those lips he wanted back onto him, but all he got back was a chuckle. The hand slipped away from his hair, grabbing a hold of his hand, still somewhat gently ripping it off from his jacket.

Hangman almost jumped as Swerve leaned back closer, lips brushing against his ear. A hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

“Maybe next time,” Swerve whispered to him, clear amusement in his voice over the state he had managed to put the other man in, “You actually try if you want to go for the gold.”

Hangman didn’t get a word out of his mouth, just watched, still stunned over the events that had transpired as Swerve finally fully pulled away, ripping himself away from the blond’s grip. Hands finding their way back into his pockets like before, Swerve just turned on his heels, heading out of the locker room without another word, without getting any resistance back.

At least Swerve had the mental victory over knowing whose name was living rent free in Hangman’s mind for the rest of the night.

[toadtusks]

I’m too sleep deprived to make a fully coherent statement but wow, the ending of downfall was so good. That classic “I know how this ends yet I still wish it didn’t happen this way.” Brennan nailed it yet again.

Really, for me, knowing all this only makes the entire situation more messy no matter whose “side” of the matter you lean towards. This whole thing was a tragedy that didn’t seem like it had a scenario where there was any sort of happy ending.

Knowing the gods are essentially just people in the end, a family, but with unfathomable power in comparison to their creations, who will they will always deep down prioritize less than their betrayer siblings no matter how much bloodshed they cause. It’s a great conflict for the story because so many people could see it in vastly different ways and be justified in that view. I really can’t guess how this is all going to end.

And based on what Pelor said, I’m also not 100% sure now if Exandria would survive without the gods? (In seemingly unlikely scenario that Predathos eats just them and nothing else) Like how much of the natural processes of the world do they control and keep in check, and how much of it is fully autonomous?

Would things continue as normal if they were to be destroyed or would it make the world itself unravel? As far as I can remember, Exandria has never existed without supremely powerful beings governing it, be it the Primordials or the Gods who took over. Maybe Ludinus knows or maybe he thinks it’s worth the risk, who knows?

Im so curious what his takeaway from all he showed BH will be, and what their responses will be 👀 Will this really shift any of their perceptions enough to think Ludinus’ plan is just? Will Tevin and Braius feel any different about their god now that they’ve seen his origin, his true relationship with his siblings, and the extent of his cruelty?

Is it Thursday yet?

[can-of-w0rmz]

……so believe it or not you’re going to have to trust me that this IS Frankenstein art but somewhere along the way of Will Wood’s Self-ish album coming on autoplay and being exhausted sick for like six months straight (in varying intensity, sometimes being just a heavy headache and runny nose I can power through and other times being. Hell.) without a single doctor’s appointment and my parents being essentially very insistent that it’s “just a cold” (Im not a doctor but I don’t think colds involve being near the brink of passing out at like 6pm and then going to bed and sleeping for twelve hours, as well as sometimes getting up from lying down and starting to shake so much you immediately have to sit down again, but hey) (and generally stressed for considerably longer, for example, the past five years), shenanigans happened.

I am far too sleep deprived and kind of on the verge of passing out to be totally coherent so apologies, but hey. I spent too long on drawing this not to post if even if it did turn out unrecognisable from the initial sketch. I should probably save this as a draft and correct and post it later but I won’t remember to and also can’t be bothered so here. Victor. Being edgy. Because the only thing I feel like I have the brain capacity for at the minute is just to project on a stupid little 18th century gothic man. Im going to sleep. Hopefully.

[dearmahiru-archive]

YOUR COMFORT CHARACTERS ARE SO SWEET snow white.. thats so lovely im gonna cry. im forever going to have bluebirds and apples come to mind when i think of you beloved mutual cinnamon

this was around midnight for me and you must understand my sleep-deprived attempts to coherently explain why snow white is the best character ever to exist. because she is. i love her!! (and therefore i went to sleep before answering this because it's what she would've wanted).

snow white gets so much flack for being a "bad role model" but like... she's not! she's absolutely not! i can't believe how much the narrative was rewritten because, at its core, the story of snow white is an abused child who's protected by the love she gives to the world.

snow white, on her way to the forest, hums the love song the prince sang to her as she picks wild flowers. when she expresses kindness to a baby bird that can't fly, the huntsman is filled with so much guilt that he warns her to run away.

snow white, sheltered and fourteen, is running through a large forest terrified of being killed. when she inevitably breaks down crying, she apologizes to the nearby animals for scaring them! after singing a song about learning how to smile, this is what compels them to help her find the dwarves cottage.

snow white finds the cottage in dissaray and is initially taken aback... but then she realized this house could belong to orphaned children without a mother. because she's an orphaned child. it's not out of a gender obligation that snow white cleans the house—she feels awful for the "children" and these are skills learnt from being a scullery maid.

and then the dwarves come home and a bunch of shenanigans occur. when the dwarves meet snow white, she's the sweetest little thing and offers to earn her keep. once again, there's no gender obligation, it's a bargaining chip for letting her stay!

and i could go on such a large ramble about snow white's relationship with the dwarves—the BEST part of the entire movie—but it'd be way too long to note everything. one thing i'll say though, i'm one of the few people who likes snow white's prince but it's the dwarves who saved snow white!

when snow white is poisoned by the evil queen, who scoffed at the idea of true loves kiss, it's the dwarves who refuse to bury her. that's the child they've come to adopt and they spend many seasons creating a glass coffin for her. the coffin is carved with her own name (like the dwarve's bed) and angels which bashful dotingly called her.

and it's this act of love that ultimately allows the prince to wake her up. and say what you will about the kiss (it was a good-bye kiss) but isn't this ending just perfect for snow white? snow white who's saved again and again and again from nearly dying by expressing her love, to be saved from literal death by love itself? cursed by her step mother and saved by her newfound family?

like how cinderella has been acknowledged as an abuse victim story (we love cindy in this house), i hope snow white manages re-emerges in the public eye in a more flattering light. there's so much to her character and film and i wished people would stop reducing her to a six-minute scene at the very end of the movie!

[mamaangiwine]

Hi, it's me again, i have another dream i thought you'd find cool! If you don't want to interpret it because you've done one for me before it's totally fine! Its just so wild i wanted to share.

I was God, or a God, and i came down to Earth. When i looked at Earth and it's people i didn't see a blue planet, i saw a giant room shaped like a cube filled with randomly placed, basically shaped, columns and platforms which people stood on. People looked like people, but they also looked like simplified shapes. It felt like i was looking at code when i looked at the world and people. I placed myself in an upper middle platform in the bottom left of the cube with some people, and when i did i became more human. I held onto a piller and looked over the edge and said something like "wow thats a scary drop" to which someone behind me responded "yup, I'd hate to be pushed of that ledge" i turned towards him and said "now that you said something im worried!" And we laughed, like a big laugh, and i physically felt my real body giggling and smiling in my sleep. Thats when i realized i was in some weird half asleep half awake stage. I could move and feel my real body but i was dreaming. At somepoint i ate some food that tasted SO good i swore it was real. Then i realized i had powers. Powers like whatever i wanted to happen, happened. Snaping away something in the blink of an eye, moving something with my mind, ect. So i decided to help everyone i could. With my powers i protected and saved people from evil forces. One guy had some evil thing in him and tried running right at me but i froze him in time and exercised the thing inside him. With every interaction i make, i made a joke and made myself laugh in the dream and irl. I was GENUINELY funny but don't remember what i said. Eventually these Spanish speaking people spoke to me and i actually understood them! They said something like "death is coming" i said "don't worry, buenos noches". Then a much bigger evil force started taking over Cube Earth, so i did my best to evacuate people. Thats all i remember of that phase. Next i was looking at tapestries, but they represented human souls, and changed everytime i looked at them even though it was the same soul. Looking at the tapestries gave me such understanding and clairty of that person, i knew them like i knew themselves. I think i was guiding them to the afterlife and said things like "i understand, i know you did your best, its okay" and i woke up all the way.

It may be fair to mention, right before falling asleep i was contemplating the afterlife, and my insomnia meds didn't work for a while so I've been up all night and waking up early so im pretty sleep deprived which might be the cause of the vivid dreams I've had lately. The night before was also a strange dream. One thing they both had in common was they were very vivid and actually very coherent and not just a bunch of random stuff.

Anyways, do whatever you want with this info, hope you have a great day!

Heya,

So, yes. This is very, very cool. The theme of "change" is very present here.

I get this too sometimes, especially if I'm having fitful sleep, lol. Anywho- oof. There are definitely some symbols that I think I would not be able to fit into the space of a single tumblr post.

Like, you know, the whole "God" thing. Too much, dude. Too much, lol.

Anywho, I think it's interesting that you said Earth didn't look like 'Earth' but rather a cube/room. Cubes have four corners. Four, in western occultism, is considered a perfect number because it is the number two repeated. It is a solid number of solid foundation. It also represents knowledge and so it makes sense to me that you would have this sensation of looking at things as though they were data. Four is also the number of the elements, and I find it interesting that you found yourself in the lower left corner because, at least in my rituals, that is the corner in which the element of 'earth' resides.

This makes me wonder if you currently feel as though you are growing more knowledgeable in terms of spirituality, or perhaps you're getting better at navigating your own life- the mechanations of your own "world". That right now you have a good foundation, or if you're on the cusp of that kind of experience.

With that in mind, I feel like the "I'd hate to be pushed off that ledge" then acts as a congratulations, and a gentle warning. This, paired with the element of "earth", makes me feel as though you are/have been approaching this knowledge, and stage of your life, in a very grounded manner. Aware of the "fall" if you are to get ahead of yourself, and careful not to stretch yourself too thin (as seen when we compare the exorcism of one man, in comparison to saving the world from destruction- in the first you are capable of the whole of the task at hand, while in the second you focus on doing what you can).

Regardless, however. There will be a change ("death is coming") and this moment will have to pass into the next, as seen in the ultimate destruction of the world itself. As symbolized by the evacuation, you must take what you can in this "world" and go forward into the next "world". To the next moment. Remain grounded. Remember that, no matter how careful you are, eventually you must fall, and that all things end.

Moving onto the soul aspect of all of this- a tapestry is cloth woven to tell a complex story, but yeah, even that can't capture the complexities of the human soul. It's too stagnant. It would have to change. I particularly like that you are so affirming to these souls that you are directing into the afterlife. For me, it feels like you are capable of taking on that change with an air of understanding and humor, as seen initially with you laughing about falling in the beginning. Knowing that things can't stay the same, that energies must be redirected without negating the beauty of what has already transpired. That the tapestry must shift.

Thanks for sharing this, friend. I know it's been a minute and I really appreciate that you thought of sharing this with me.

[jibble]

hello <333 i just binged all of Mercy-Freeform and i am obsessed to the maximum so thank you so much for your service because you have my eternal gratitude!!!

firstly i just want to say that the original fic you took the concept from was one i read but ultimately stopped reading because i just didn’t feel comfortable reading the dynamics between soundwave and jazz in that fic, so reading a fic with an older and more mature soundwave and a jazz whos (far) kinder was definitely something that was heaven sent for me!!! so thank you so much for that

and theres so many little things in the fic i enjoyed thoroughly that i don’t know how to list them all in a cohesive manner but i will try <3

firstly jazz my beloved!!! he is so much kinder here in this fic and that was definitely something i was thankful for, even if the end goal was the same (make soundwave his husband/autobot) i liked the gentler approach in this fic with the cassettes all warming up to him or various other autobots (MASSIVE SHOUTOUT TO WHEELJACK HE IS AMAZING) but yeah jazz! he works so hard and is so in love with soundwave i chuckled a little when prowl and optimus took a jab at his (and soundwaves) obliviousness. also jazz repeatedly mentions this belief that he believes he is the inferior spy to soundwave and i don’t think that’s the case but hopefully jazz will see that too :( poor jazz

soundwave now! soundwave has been my favourite transformer since i was young and im aware thats a very popular choice but alas he is cool. and so mother. anyway i like the realistic approach in the beginning of soundwave choosing to escape from the autobots even though the doubts have already been sown into his mind about the decepticons because soundwaves loyalty to the cause is definitely one of the most defining aspects of his character but i like that the thing that causes him to give that loyalty up is his cassettes, with the scene of him attempting to escape only to witness buzzsaw’s death and the truth of his torture particularly just so sad but a believable reason for him to defect

other recurring have been delightful to read including ratchet, the cassettes, optimus and prowl and all the other various autobots

i did quite like the decision to have a decepticon perspective every once in a while because i truly to believe soundwave is the backbone of the whole army so it’s interesting to see them in such a dysfunctional manner and of course megatron needs to have every bad thing in the universe to happen to him because he deserves it all

anyway! this is an incredibly long ask and i will end my rambling here as its late where i am while typing this up (specifically 4:59 AM) i fear theres a good possibility this ask is incoherent but just know i am so utterly grateful to have read your amazing writing <33 that is all for now,

sincerely,

sleep deprived anon

Hi Anon,

I'm happy to announce you stayed coherent. It is such an honour and a surprise to see this in my inbox. Thank you for breaking down in sections what you enjoyed about the fic it made it easy to read and understand your thoughts. Jazz and Soundwave specifically are some of my all time favourite transformers (only eclipsed by my love for the combaticons). A lot of my writing decisions were made from the stance of 'what would x do in this situation' and I'd try to write it as closely to the character as I could. Nothing bugs me more than ooc writing and that was a big sticking point for me about the original is how they broke Soundwave severely.

I know a common complaint about the original was the icky feelings it gave people so i get that fic not being everyone's cup of tea if they were looking for pure hurt/comfort and not a dark fic. I'm glad you enjoyed my take even though I believe I delve into similar if not darker themes.

The choice to include the Decepticon perspective was done as a way to flesh out the loss and show how Soundwave was important instead of just saying it.

Everyone is wishing for Megatron's demise and to that I say:

Mechs like him don't die neatly, they always find a way to wiggle out of the mess they made.

Regards,

The well rested Author.

[thegreatestheaver]

hi @randygrim . my yap

OK. I’m so sleep deprived so if this is absolutely nothing um. Just pretend it’s coherent ok? ♥️ okkk design explanation time

(Heart)

Ok so. Heart (purple guy) is physically blind right. No eyeballs. And that gave me the idea to give him eyespot mimicry on his wings and tail :p his tail functions exactly like a peacock’s basically. He also (talks like this) so I tried to reference that with how there’s sorta like .. backwards brackets on his wings when they’re folded up :] I feel like. Bleeding heart dove plumage is sorta self explanatory. Bird. Heart. Yeah I thought it would b neat. U PROBABLY noticed but he has the fucking heart aspect symbol on his hoodie lmao. Red and blue patches on his pants to reference Soul and Mind respectively :]

[Mind]

Ok so Mind (blue guy) is a fucking. He’s a bug to me ok. He’s a bug. Hard mechanical parts and hard exoskeletons kinda rattled around in my brain together u kno. The sometimes sharp shapes of bugs suit him I think. The beauty of a large machine whirring and moving is similar to that of a small bug chittering and climbing to me. Does this make like any sense at all. Idk. Whatever. So. He gets bug antennae :p also because it helps with sensory intake and data collection and stuff since Mind is all about living life as logically as pawsible, so of course he’d want all that extra data :p his ultimate legs also help with data collection BUT. Mind [talks like this] and so I tried to kinda reference the brackets with the shape of his legs. In his old design they used to be coattails and it was a reference to brackets then too. He bullies Heart lot (:c) and thinks that he’s STUPID AND EMOTIONAL AND NOT LIVING LIFE LOGICALLY!!! >:[ so I gave him a mechanical heart to kinda reflect that, get it, he’s. He’s heartless. Get it. Wink wonk. Sharp lineart to reference his mechanical nature. Cord tail so he can charge his mechanical parts YAY but also a little bit of jewelry cos he’s a fancy guy to me. His red and purple bands are in reference to Soul and Heart respectively :]

{Soul}

Ok so Soul (red guy) is the strongest of the three and he very much knows it. I don’t have a whole (haha) lot for him tbh.. he {talks like this} so I tried to reference that in his horn shapes. The jewelry on them is also in reference to not just Mind and Heart but to himself as well since he wants them to be Whole again :p oh he does have a Heart and Mind reference though. The sun and moon thingy on his chest :] idk what those things are called tbh but whatever.. he’s got like . Sorta. Prince / Royalish attire ?? To reference that he’s stronger than the other two like. He’s above them in a way :p

Whole !!!!!

Ok so whole (white guy) is . Heart Mind and Soul as . One person basically. They are parts of Whole,, but a bad thing(tm) happened and it caused him to split into three parts D: SO. I wanted him to be kinda. Special ? Pure white and shiny and bright, shimmering and desirable like an ultimate goal, u kno? Since becoming Whole is endgame. Honestly couldn’t decide if I wanted him to look as normal as pawsible or as strange as pawsible so. I drew two different versions yay !! Cos like on one hand, normal Whole is fun cos then it’s like oh yayyy everything is back 2 normal again we r a normal guy again yay ! Then on the other hand it’s like … 3 guys with lots of creature features … and they combine …? 🤨 CMON I WANTED TO HAVE FUN OK . ok I think that’s all my yap for now I hope I am not forgetting anything or im gonna. Do something drastic. Thank you for your stay at yappersvile today🫡

go my creatures

[treasuredcreation]

Okay okay okay, I'm half asleep but having emotions about Essek so. Take this post.

From what he said, Essek is actually willing to go into the ruins with them. Essek is willing to fight the Tomb Takers with the Nein, even after knowing everything that Lucien can do.

And the more I think about it, the more I kinda just wanna cry, because like. Allura and Yussa - they're both (or at least Allura is) good. When the Nein went to them this episode, we knew that they would help out in some way, even if they didn't help by physically fighting with them.

And sure enough, although they will come in as backup if things turn for the worse, both Allura and Yussa do not offer to come with them.

Essek, though.

Essek, who was selfish enough to start a war for knowledge, agrees to go with them. And you know, I actually don't think he's even as powerful as Allura or Yussa.

Yet Essek says he'll go with them, because they're his friends. Because he cares about them.

But also because he knows (thinks!) he's going to die soon. The Nein turned his world upside down, and now he feels guilty and ashamed, and before he dies he wants to do something of some worth - something good.

And what could be more good than fighting with, and laying your life down for your friends.

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

I guessed on like half of the questions in this exam, maybe read every other word, and only missed one. I’m hoping Roxanne likes the essay so I can finish up this class with a perfect score. If not, I might honestly just email her and be like, “Look...I gave you perfect performance up until this last one and it’s because I’ve been dying since Tuesday, Roxanne. Can you do me a solid and curve or something? Can I write you an essay to replace this one once I can think at a higher capacity than ‘oh boy those words sure do mean something but I’m too busy trying not to puke?’” 

In all actuality, I doubt it’ll get a bad grade. It’s frustrating, though, that this was a week when I could have done everything so well if it hadn’t been for my health. It’s been a while since my health has had such an impact on my academic progress and it’s worrying. The last time it had such a significant effect, I went on medical leave for two years. Prior to that, I missed out on the second half of my junior year in high school and had to homeschool for my senior year because I caught mono and was in and out of the hospital so much (we still don’t know how or who I caught it from, which is endlessly upsetting because someone completely ruined my grade school career and impacted my health for the rest of my life). 

Life is a nightmare and I am both the monster and the damsel within it. 

[daisyvisions]

Daisy my love its like 5am and i woke up because a fucking sparrow was yelling ourside my window and saw your post abt requests and im. Pls. If im not late. May I request (We will never speak of this ever again) hyunjae + 10

Iw ill leave b4 my sleep deprived brain gains coherent decision making skills and unsends this mwah

(My my my, fancy seeing you here Adonis 😏 I hope you enjoy the mess I made for you 💕)

All Planned Out

Member & Prompts: Lee Hyunjae (TBZ) + 10. “Spread your legs wider”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), Roommate! Hyunjae x Fem! Reader, Use of sex toy (vibrator) Oral (f. recieving), Power play? ish?

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka coercion) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

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It was a Friday night, and you were ready to call it a day and get right to your “self-love” routine. You had been preparing for this night for weeks since it was the only time you got a day off from work.

And you made sure it was going to be perfect and according to plan. Bubble bath, lit candles, jazz music, drink your favorite wine, order good take-out, and maybe even use that vibrator you had bought but forgot about over a month ago (yes, because you consider that self-love too).

Everything had been going so perfect, almost everything in your list was checked off except the last segment of the night: using the vibrator.

Just as you were already wearing said vibrator, getting ready to try it out, you hear a doorbell ring. You knew it had been your roommate’s food delivery since you already had yours earlier in the night. You ignored the sound since it wasn’t for you.

Ding… Ding… Ding! Oh my god, where the hell is Hyunjae and why isn’t he answering the door? You decided to put on your shorts and answer it yourself, your vibrator still lodged inside you and the remote on one hand.

“Hyunjae your food’s at the door!” You shout, hoping he’d hear you from wherever the hell we was. As you’re walking down the hall you place the vibrator’s remote on the kitchen counter so you could get the delivery outside.

While you were making your way to the door, Hyunjae emerges from the bathroom just having finished his shower. The moment he got out of the bathroom, he sees an unfamiliar pink device on the kitchen counter. Curious about what it was he decides to walk towards it and hold it in his hand. What the hell is this? He wondered as he pressed the button without thinking.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from the entrance of the door. Huh? He presses it again and hears the moan once more. He peaks out at the hallway to see you, holding his food delivery but frozen in place.

“Oh, y/n! Thanks for getting me my foo- are you okay?” He raises his eyebrow. Of course you’re not. Your vibrator suddenly moved while you were closing the door. “Yeah I’m f-fine”. It was a real pain trying to walk back to the kitchen and not make a sound.

“Okay, anyway do you know what this is?” You look up at Hyunjae, trying not to make it obvious of what was happening down at your core but your gaze suddenly whipped at the object he was holding.

“Wait Hyunjae don’t touch tha-” he pressed another button again, making the vibration increase in speed. You suddenly grasp the edge of the kitchen counter and let out a loud moan.

The look on Hyunjae’s face was in pure shock, he was practically freaking out on why you had made such a lewd noise so randomly. It took him a matter of seconds to realize that the device he was holding was the reason why you reacted that way, making him grin from ear to ear.

“Since when did you have things like this y/n? hm?” He presses a button once more, making the vibration at its highest setting.

“Fuck- Hyunjae stop!”

“Nah I’m good. I like watching you like this.” giving you an incredibly cocky smile.

“Jae- please! Oh my god!” You try to control your reactions, trying not to egg him on further.

“…and what if I dont?” he responds back. You were starting to feel out of it that you couldn’t even think straight anymore. “Please. Please stop” you plead.

“…Only if you allow me to replace that toy with my mouth instead.” He looks at you dead in the eyes. You knit your eyebrows in confusion and couldn't get any coherent word out of your throat.

“Answer?” He lifts up the remote in his hands, practically waiving it infront of you as he waits for your reply.

“O-okay! okay! Just turn it off!” He follows your plea and presses the button again, shutting off the vibrator. You lean over the kitchen counter, trying to catch your breath. You hadn’t noticed Hyunjae pocketed the remote in his pants and walked right behind you, up until you feel his hard on press against your ass.

He quickly turns you around and lifts you to sit on the counter. He suddenly pulls your shorts off and the vibrator out from your core. You whine at the sudden emptiness inside you. He quickly dives into your pussy, licking one fat stripe between your folds with the tip of his tongue grazing your sensitive bud. You groan as you feel your hips jerk towards him.

“Spread your legs wider.” He commands and you instantly place your feet on the counter, spreading your legs far apart as much as you can while leaning back on your bent elbows with your glistening core fully out on display for Hyunjae. Oh how he wish he could take a picture of you like this right now.

He lowers his head and starts eating you out deliciously, his hot breath and his glorious tongue moving inside you has you seeing stars. “Just so you know-” He pauses to look up at you and you look back at him with hazy eyes,

“You don’t have to use toys anymore while I’m around”. There goes your Friday night plans out of the window.

[dandorishipping]

hi sorry i was gonna send you a gif or something to destroy you but i have to ask what venom's weapon is. is it. a pole. does he. pool balls. please educate me. also i found this whatever this is

ok any time you send me anything game play-related i cant get mentally ill because i actually seriously play him in the game like also lowkey competitively (literally going to enter a tournament) so im going to be here explaining boring game terms ill try to make it simple so non fighting game players understand ok so

yes. that is a pool cue. guilty gear uses the most insane unhinged weapons ever for their characters like one of them has a yo yo and a giant scalpel and yes venom kills you with a pool cue and pool balls.

ok. so. there are four different buttons you use for attacks in the game but those two, h is heavy slash and s is slash so those are the buttons you press for those inputs. mapped to uhm god i cant even think of the buttons but you can map it to whatever buttons on a controller.

but that specifically is one of his special moves thats like the frame for it its uhm stinger aim its called that??? or carcass raid i cant remmeber what one im too sleep deprived to remember but yah if you press h or s ball goes out in that direction and bonks them and i actually really hate this input because you have to hold back and then press the button to do it and i suck at the timing yes i play competitively yes i suck (half joking i beat my friend like 30 times in a row one time as him he hated me he was so mad) but yeah thats the input sorry if you have more questions about him feel free to ask but if its a normal question i fear i will not be as coherent the only thing i am coherent about is gameplay frame data special moves etc etc etc

now please dont send me that gif to destroy me