#it's not 3am but leave me alone

[crowinkwriting]

Dragon Age modern AU college town with mage politics, Rook unpacking her trauma, and a Lucanis/Rook/Spite throuple!!!

SOMEONE TAKE MY COMPUTER AWAY!!!!!!

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

beel would stand over mc at like 4am in the mom i threw up pose, only to tell them he accidentally ate the snack they'd put away in the fridge. bros a full sleep paralysis demon.

"beel are you crying?"

"i'm really sorry mc i didn't see your name on the container and i ate it." there are actual tears because he feels bad, he pinky promised not to eat it and he did. "please don't be mad."

[glyphalodon]

alright here's a thing i drew yesterday at approximately 3am

yeah i almost cried while drawing it so what now. i swear it was because of how tired i was btw

[jouyato]

star-crossed..... or one might say, missile-crossed lovers

pose based off of this lol. my brain was like "brrrr burda dying in the missile" "and they were colleagues"

[thesketchystar]

Illustrated a scene from Chapter 9 of @binarybitex's fic Cardboard Castles. PLEASE give it a read- it's my personal favorite maxvid fic! ^^

[kikiwiwiz]

Not quite sure if im reaching/too late to this but Akane's plants are mainly leaves, even the bouquet he has for Aoi is made out of leaves with very little flowers, same thing happens with Aoi and her flowers. They complete eachother... Even Akane's bouquet, Aoi doesn't accept the flowers she accepts the leaves that complete her

[cadavercowboy]

Whispers

It’s been weeks since the last time you spoke to Eddie. No more greeting when you drag your tired feet through the front door. No acknowledgement at all, in fact. He hasn’t heard any funny stories about your day in what feels like forever. You don’t ask him what he’s doing or invite him to come hang out while you watch your favorite comfort movies. Instead, it’s been absolute silence. He knows how badly you’re hurting and he's hurting too. Perhaps it's a little selfish, but not hearing your voice is destroying him. You’re shutting him out and it’s torture.

Like a lost puppy, he follows you rather forlornly to your car. You climb in and shut the door without a word. Eddie misses when you used to spend the entire drive talking to him, endlessly chattering as if he might drift away from you should you stop. All that passes between you now is a pain that has become palpable and the unwelcome hush which he finds increasingly harder to bear.

Eddie stares straight ahead, unable to turn and look your way lest he see the devastation he knows he will find written like graffiti across the structure of your tired face. He doesn’t pay much attention to the passing scenery and he doesn’t need to…he knows exactly where you’re headed.

When you reach your destination, you exit the car with the mechanical and practiced ease of a person who has done this too many times. You still do not speak. Eddie resigns himself to the silence and follows. At your customary patch of grass, he watches you unfold a quilted blanket and flick it away from your body to spread it across the ground. He does not help, only observes. When you lower your weight to the soft earth and cross your legs, he joins you. 

Studying you as you gaze absently into the distance, Eddie aches to shatter the quiet. To force you to see him and hear him and to make you speak. But he cannot and so he doesn’t. 

Your eyes are sad, heavy with the burden of emotion. Your skin is dulled from fatigue and your lips pull down in a sorrow-laden frown. If only he could reach out and take it from you. This is killing him. Though it once wounded him to see you cry and scream and rage, he’d give anything to have it back. Eddie found a sort of gratification in your display of passion, even if it were borne of anger and pain. Because no matter the agony it caused him, it meant you still love him. He doesn’t quite know what your reticence suggests.

For a long while, the only sound around you is the high-pitched chirping of the birds and the wind blowing softly through the overgrown grass. Unable to help himself, Eddie reaches out and brushes his knuckles along your cheek. The movement causes a cool breeze against your skin and you inhale sharply, turning towards the gentle sensation. No, it isn’t words, but it’s just enough to please him for today. He has faith that you will speak to him again. You just need time. 

When the sun sets and the air grows colder, he knows you’ll want to leave soon. He makes no effort to initiate the exit nor urge you to consider going home. You’ll do so when you’re ready. He knows that from experience over the past several months. All the times you’ve come here, your routine remains unchanged. 

It takes only a few minutes for you to begin to gather your things and Eddie clambers to his feet while you do. Side by side you stand, each of you staring at the spot you’ve vacated before you sniffle and turn on your heel. Eddie remains a moment longer, observing the way the dusk’s pinkish glow reflects off of his black marble gravestone and in no particular rush to join you just yet. He’ll have the rest of forever to catch up.

[letsventstuff]

It isn't about healing. It's about what they did to me in the first place and how they have to pay for it, now.

[vgeta]

I see some people interpreting Laios to be super ripped but I'm here to tell you, you're all wrong. As small belly Laios enthusiast and CEO, I'm telling you he's definitely strong but he 100% has a little belly.

I do not accept criticism.

[ur-ghostgirl]

does anyone wna do this drive for me while i just nap in the passenger seat pls

[p-oisn]

interaction ( ! )

Play 5 songs in your language that you like.

Remember that it should only be in your language ♡

hhihiheiehi 😞

[shallow-between-stars]

Bellara, sliding up to Female Rook: I'm really enjoying this writing thing but there's a lot of stuff that I'm really not sure I've got enough experience of to write, y'know? Rook: Yeah? Like what? Bellara: Oh, y'know, nothing -really-, but there's a bit that gets a bit spicy and I don't think I'm really that great at describing how it feels. I think I need someone to practice with. Rook, an idiot: Bellara, you have fingers.

[diary-of-some-random-gothamite]

Day 47: WHY DO I KEEP RUNNING INTO BATMAN

[unbloodiedmartyr]

compared to some ive been around but i really tried so hard, that echo chorus lied to me with its hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

[sonicranger1]

Normalize adding a song to a character/OC playlist even if there's a few lyrics that don't fit 100%

[ozymoron]

i think people should engage with weird media and shit more like stuff that makes you thnik tahts really weird why would anyone make that if you find yourself clutching your pearls about it thats even more reason yo u should engage with it. free your mind art can be anything bwahhh