#intrusion by night

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Just a man and his muse :)

A shameless plug for something I drew last night!

(I think I'll do a separate post for a proper Patreon update, cuz I've gotten so much support, and I've been doing a lot with it this past week and having a really good time!)

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Des clefs perdues sont la cause d'une arrestation," La Presse. June 19, 1933. Page 3. ---- Un nommé Louis Cohen, arrêté samedi soir dernier sous l'accusation d'avoir flâné la nuit, s'est avoué coupable ce matin devant le recorder Aimé Leblanc, qui a aussitôt suspendu la sentence après avoir entendu les explications du jeune homme. Celui-ci déclara qu'il avait perdu les clefs de la porte de sa demeure et qu'il se tenait sur le trottoir lorsque les constables l'arrêtèrent

[manincaffeine]

it kills me inside when i try to act cold just to protect myself, knowing that i have the sweetest soul you'll ever meet.

[m3lodyxo]

Alright before I go and start my essay I need to get this off my mind.

Mizu and Archer!reader where they're staying in an inn or brothel and they both sense someone coming to attack them but before Mizu can draw her blade and go for the kill reader leaps at her, pinning her down to the floor, straddling her lap and whispering "Don't, I think they carry guns." but before she can argue back and object, saying she's perfectly capable of dealing with it reader draws her bow and arrow, fully concentrated, ignoring her and STILL STRADDLING HER.

Mizu just gawking at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock. Girl doesn't even know if she should be insulted or thankful you're thinking about her safety. She definitely feels her stomach doing a flip. Her hands instinctively placed on reader’s hips.

Poor woman is loosing her marbles. Reader releases the arrow and a grunt is heard, followed by a body falling to the floor a few seconds later.

When they go to inspect the body she's just starring in shock because how the fuck did you manage to strike a fatal blow like then when you couldn't even see through the screen? Mizu is well aware of your talent in archery but goddamn woman, what kind of sorcery is this? She's impressed and maybe slightly aroused.

Yeah.... I think I need professional help.

[a-christmas-fruitcake]

HEY!!! YOU!!!!

YOU, WITH THE WEIRD INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE TO KEEP BOTTLED UP BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE MIGHT BE CONCERNED FOR OR AFRAID OF YOU

I FUCKING BELIEVE IN YOU AND WE'RE GONNA GET THROUGH THIS ALRIGHT

[mercymaker]

also, thanks to the chat with @tadpole-apocalypse we had at like.. 3am, my mind's been absolutely infested by thoughts of feral astarion

his vampirism showing its claws when he just.. relaxes and forgets about the need to pretend. when he's just being a lil undead freak. super still. eyes like two beads glimmering in the dark, focused solely on his beloved. on their blood.

no thoughts in his head, just the instinct. to bite and tear and feed. to feel the warmth of the blood against his cool skin, against his tongue. to feel it rush down his esophagus to fill his belly. warm and tasty and full of life.

how he lies awake at night, listening to his lover's heartbeat, focuses on their pulse. how sweet it would be to feel it against his skin. as he wraps his arms around them, the predator instinct kicking in, restraining, holding, suffocating...

how he clings to the last traces of his humanity, but the temptation to give in is always there. and how it goes hand in hand with his insatiable hunger. the gnawing deep within his stomach. the endless pursuit of relief.

and when mal stands at the side of the bed at night, washing her face in the basin of water, her back turned against him.. astarion watches her naked form in the dark. her skin seems so pale against the darkness of the room. except for a little line, a black snake slithering its way down her inner thigh. she's unaware of it just yet, but astarion? it's all that exists in that moment. the smell, the sight, the temptation of her moonblood... the unexpected reminder of that sweet blood that she's full of. the blood he could spill and release and bathe him. how all it would take is one pounce. catching her unawares. he could tear her neck right open, just this one time. a prize he's been denied for so so long. or maybe he could wait? let her drift back into slumber, right next to him. watch the calm rise and fall of her chest before he brings his fangs to her throat. maybe she wouldn't even wake..

[flowercrowngods]

the prompt: rest | rating: G | cw: non-explicit trauma-related insomnia

The steady thrum of the engine is like gentle white noise that not only fills Eddie’s head and smoothes out the frayed edges of consciousness, but runs through his whole body as a comforting presence. It spreads from the hands holding the wheel in a loose, easy grip up his arms and to his shoulders, down his chest where it settles in his gut. That feeling of belonging, of comfort, of familiarity. It leaves him with a smile as he shifts the gear, accelerating a little on the open street.

No one else is out here tonight, and there’s no destination ahead, but his goal has long since been reached.

Part of him wants to roll down the window to feel the breeze in his hair, allow November in just for five minutes, just for the duration of this next song.

Hey, little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone?

But he won’t, because this moment is not his.

He glances over to the side, catches the split second where the passing street lights make Steve glow golden, his breath even, his face relaxed. His eyes closed, his forehead void of pained frowns. He’s been asleep for an hour.

It mends something inside him, seeing Steve like this, but something splinters all the same.

“What do you need? What can I give you? Please, Steve, you need to sleep. You deserve to rest.”

He remembers asking, tears welling up in his eyes and desperation clawing at his insides, clawing to get out and tear at Steve, tear at him to find out what it is that Eddie can do.

“Can we just— Drive? For a while?”

“Where to?”

“Nowhere, just… Might help.”

And it did. It does.

It’s been a few months now, and sometimes it’s Wayne who takes Steve — or both of them — on a ride to lull him to sleep with a steady engine and a tape that Vecna never touched.

And every time, Steve wakes the second the car stops. But it’s fine, because he’ll smile, he’ll say, “Thank you”, he’ll say, “I love you,” and he’ll lie on Eddie’s chest for the rest of the night, listening to the steady thrum of his heart while Eddie hums a quiet melody until Steve is asleep again.

written for @steddiemicrofic, dedicated to @auroraplume because i can 🤍🌷

[spottedgardeneelstan]

it would be sooooooooo hot if sqq was taller than binghe. just imagine.

[copepodkisser5000]

this is for my selfshippers with insomnia; and/or a hyperactive mind, intrusive thoughts, all the other bad things too that can keep a person from resting...

you f/o holds you during the long, horrible, sleepless nights. when you feel so alone, kept awake by all the noise in your brain, they're there for you, all night long.

they're there to remind you to take your medication for it, if you have it. they help you form a healthy routine with it, they want to see you feeling better. they might even train you to have a positive association- maybe you get a kiss every time you remember?

and when you do get to sleep, and when you dream of your f/o, it'll be all the more sweet.

[slavhew]

[thecorvidforest]

your intrusive thoughts don’t make you a bad person. your intrusive thoughts don’t reflect who you are. your intrusive thoughts aren’t secretly your beliefs. your intrusive thoughts won’t send you to hell. your intrusive thoughts are not your fault. your intrusive thoughts are a symptom. you are not a bad person for experiencing them.

[monsoon-of-art]

You guys would tell me if my OCs looked like V*vziepop right. Right. You would tell me right. I would want to know so I could fix it

[manincaffeine]

You're still here in my head haunting me.

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Some villains are all your unspoken sins personified.

The sins you didn’t commit out of fear and better knowing, the sins you regret thinking about,

the sins that scare you.

The late night thoughts you fear, the fits of rage you’ve learnt to contain.

The words you never speak out loud, the things you could be but actively chose not to become.

You fear that part of you, and you’re aware.

That villain is you, what you could have been. You fear that thought… you’re frightened, but also curious. What does that say about you? Does it mean anything? Is that yet another part of you that should be feared, the curiosity?

The genuine interest, the questioning? The wonder?

You tell yourself you never want to find out what kind of person you could be, but is that true? Is it fear or excitement keeping you up at night? The voices in the back of your head when that one person did you wrong… are they truthful, are they right, are they wrong, are they even there?

Is this you? The madness hidden within, is that more you than the person you are now? Is it somebody else whispering these things to you, telling you to do things?

Does it matter? The real question is, are you going to answer?

Are you going to do it? Or is it safer to pretend that part of you never existed and never will?

The villains… are they to fear? To blame? Take a look on yourself, and answer honestly: the things you did and the things you never did, what do they make you?

And now, the villain… an active choice or a scream for help? Would you do the same they did? No, would you? If there was no control?

What do you know about the madness within and the thoughts before and behind the actions? What do you know about the motive and the great scheme of it all?

Who knows what you’re capable of?

Who knows if you’re the right person to come with such statements, blaming others… who are you to blame them? Who are you to blame?

Who knows? How would they know? Don’t let them find out. Take that as you will.

[izelandzero]

CONTENT WARNING: two half nakey ._.

Sequel from this animated meme short I've made from the several months ago, Which I haven't shown y'all this😞😭