#its the insomnia
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I need a huge hug and for someone to tell me it will be ok.
But most importantly, I somehow need to believe that.
#the anxiety is so real right now#and nothings helping#not my normal distressers#not my breathing exercises#maybe it's time to be delulu#or learn how#but I've never been good at that#I've always just been a high functioning anxious wreck#but goddamn do I feel like I'm on the brink of a mental breakdown#it's the upcoming government#it's the fear of losing my rights#it's the fear of deportation#its the lack of a job#its my fear of flying#it's my fear of leaving my pets in someone else's care#its the insomnia#its just so much had piled on me this last month and I just feel like I'm drowning
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Why yes 3am is a totally normal time for me to be awake hahaha
#its the insomnia#idk why i havent slept thru the night since i was a little kid#anyways#ooc#mun speaks
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soporific
#almost didnt post this one bc its ✨️embarrasing✨️#comics on tumblr#artists on tumblr#diary comic#insomnia#corvid#davedrawsstuff#no image description
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The most important part of the Altissia chapter is when they're being questioned by customs and Ignis looks at their party of:
1) Him 2) A college age punk 3) A man wider and taller than a fridge wearing no shirt and with several enormous scars 4) The actual crown prince of a neighboring country, making no effort to disguise himself
and decides their best cover story is
"✨We are students of the culinary arts.✨"
And it works.
#im still not over this#how tired was that border patrol guy#literally why did ignis go so specific. he could have just said they were tourists#does he know about some secret altissian law of hospitality that means you cant turn away traveling cooks#I feel like we really glossed over the lunacy of this statement#give me the extended bit where all their obvious shit gets questioned#'you look a lot like the crown prince of insomnia'#*noctis having left the last of his fucks in cape caem* 'yeah I get that a lot. I think its the nose.'#'and you sir. how did a respectable student of the culinary arts come by such a large and deadly looking chest wound?'#*gladio‚ seriously wishing Ignis had let him make the cover story* 'Always. Make sure the lobster is dead before you try to serve it.'#final fantasy#final fantasy xv#final fantasy 15#ffxv#ff15#ff xv#ff 15#ignis scientia#gladiolus amicitia#noctis lucis caelum#prompto argentum
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neo warmup doodles from twitter
#rwby#rwby fanart#neopolitan#neopolitan rwby#my art#art#// its been so hard for me to draw recently not JUST because im sick but im also dealing with a bunch of stupid oomfs leaving me rip#also im like really tired because my insomnia came back#auhghgh ssave meeee
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do dead stars still shine ?
#mahiru shiina#milgram#was debating whether to use star by mitski or something my friend said once as a caption#its kinda rushed but im running off of grief and insomnia#gi pangandoy tika hinigugma ko
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to be reborn
#knives gave him a name. but not a number#been thinking abt them a lot lately#what the Fuck#legato makes me sick and gives me insomnia#again with the csh lyrics sorry i cant escape it#and knives literally named him Legato Bluesummers which is????/ my favourite trigun name i think. Its so beautiful#trigun#trigun maximum#trigun fanart#millions knives#legato bluesummers#millionsummers#knives millions#my art
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I could have sworn I posted this on here 🤔 I guess I didn't lol.
Anyway, this was a drawing from my laptop, I'm still trying to get used to using it again haha (*˘︶˘*).。*♡
#restinsodaroni art#its gonna be 2 a.m.#why insomnia whyyyyyyy#daycare attendant#fnaf sun#five nights at freddy’s security breach#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#fnaf sb#sundrop#sun x y/n#sun x reader#daycare attendant x y/n#security breach daycare attendant#daycare attendant sun#daycare attendant fnaf#y/n#officer y/n
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sayonara end roll 1mil views
'It seemed like there were quite a few people worried about bucchi, so I made a he's fine (he's not fine) drawing'
#guys dont worry he's literally fine👍 nothing bad will ever happen to him👍#fuchi sunao#otogiri tobi#eve insomnia#sayonara end roll#eve#p#tl#sorry to ryuuko i never tag her. she's there too#i just cba to make a new tag for her also she shares a name with another character#also its cute how mariyasu just has random pictures of him with ducks#thats his emotional support duck
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I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute
#my brain isnt working rn its 3am ive been reading fanfics while hyperventilating over the irreparable damage i managed with my limited life#tee hee im just kinda feeling moody tonight 🤪#somebody please ban me from tumblr between 1am to 11am i do not function as a stable person between those times#i schedule my mental breakdowns they work really well with my schedule#its multitasking cause I'll already be up from insomnia its really efficient in the grand scheme of things#ah i love the fact that nobody can stop me from writing the most deranged shit in the tags of a cute cat pic <3#animals#petblr#cat#cat life#cat lovers#catblr#my cat#cat photos#cat pictures#cats of tumblr#calico#calico cat#OH UH THATS WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY FOR AMERICANS THE REASON IM SAYING ITS NIGHT WHEN THIS IS POSTED DURING THE DAY IS BECAUSE ITS QUEUED#i queue most stuff because i dont usually have the energy or time to be active at good times#i get little bursts of post motivation and dont wanna flood my 9 followers (at least 6 are dirty bots) with my bs#im just a dumbass that never tags shit
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#sad#miguel spiderverse#insomnia#fangs#resident evil#gargoyle#but its not working#only fans#tw: somnophilia#idk how to tag yet#gender#goth bimbo#erin go brah
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lowkey planet dead wife coded themself by choosing to ban themself during the abyss arc except like ever since then bacon has Refused to be the guy with a wife who died for Chara Development so like planet is the not dead dead wife
#lifesteal#spacewaffles#planetlord#baconwaffles0#sorry. sorry. this doesnt make sense#its almost 4 am and my insomnia is kicking my ass LOL#ive Been busy the last few days and ill continue to be busy#so im gonna keep posting nonsensical shit like this#so like just be warned yk
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no cuz listen listen listen LISTEN TO ME Cole is so so so so good in Skybound he’s literally maybe the best part of Skybound for me the “don’t lie to me I know you too well” the way he’s supportive of Jay until he physically can’t be anymore the way he’s so upset that he’s been kidnapped the fact that HE’S THE ONE TO FIND HIM ON THE SHIP and he’s so soft and the fact that he saw Jay’s tortured state and had to FORGET HE FORGOT ALL OF IT WHY COULDN’T HE HAVE REMEMBERED IT I’m unwell
#I’m so unwell guys I’m so sad I wanna rewrite Skybound but like#entirely focused on Cole’s perspective#and then he doesn’t FORGET#AND ITS THE FLUFFIEST COMFORT ARC EVER#WITH COLE#BEING THE ONE TO HELP JAY#BECAUSE I NEED IT#yes I’m totally normal why do you ask#platonic or romantic I need more Cole Skybound content#I just#this is what insomnia does to a mf okay it’s like 2am#I have so many Cole thoughts#Cole#Cole Brookstone#jay#jay walker#ninjago#Skybound#spinjitsu screams
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A little Xavier drabble based on my earlier post. It's about 400 words
You'd be the first to admit that it had been a while since you'd gotten enough rest. What can you say, though? Hunter business was booming in all the worst ways.
It wasn't just you this recent increase in monsters had been affecting. Nero and Tara had been putting in extra hours and even Xavier had put in overtime. The latter resulting in barely there bags under his eyes, on his otherwise perfect complexion.
Speaking of your neighbor, he was right in front of your door as you opened it to rush to work.
"Ah, you're awake? Good," he says, the tone of his voice neutral, as always, yet you pick up on the sleepiness laced through it. There's no mistaking it, Xavier only just rolled out of bed.
"Hey Xavier, wanna carpool?" You ask, trying to step past him. He blocks your path, even goes as far as to wrap his arm around you to keep you from slipping past him.
"Jenna called. She told us to take the day off. Another unit will be filling in for us in fear of overworking the unicorns," he explains.
Unsatisfied with that explanation, you still try to push past him. "Well, I'm up now anyway, might as well kill some wanderers."
He leans against you, his weight paired with the arm keeping you pressed against him pushes you back inside your apartment, and he somehow manages to close the door behind him.
"Oh no," you can almost hear that sneaky little grin in his voice. "Gravity," he leans onto you with even more weight, and it's all you can do to stumble to the couch, trying not to fall to the floor. "It's increasing on me."
"Xavier!" You protest. "No, it is not!" You try to push one last time, but he just lets himself fall against you again, successfully making both of you drop onto the couch.
"Is too, (y/n), the same thing happened yesterday" with both of you laying on the couch, though with him still enforcing his 'increased gravity' on you, you could see his face again. He DID have that smug little grin on his face. "The wanderers almost got me because of it. You simply must indulge me and nap with me, or it may cost me my life."
With a huff, a frown, and a yawn, you end up complying. And with a heated and weighted Xavier blanket on you, you doze off fairly quick.
#Xavier x reader#xavier#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace xavier x reader#lads xavier#lads xavier x reader#ive got insomnia so what better to do than write about napping?#for real though what i wouldnt give for xavier to cuddle me to sleep#but yeah disclaimer this was written at 7 am after 2 days of barely sleeping so if its incoherent pls tell me lmfao
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There is a road that leads to home
Word count: 48.9k (yup o_o)
Relationships: GhostPrice, PriceGhost
Tags: PricGhostweek2024, Soulmate AU, Soulmate marks, getting together, second chances, hurt/comfort, fluff, they love each other, teeny tiny bit of suggestive themes but more cause Ghost is flirty as fuck.
Day 7 of GhostPrice week: "fate" and the title is from "A story never told" - Opeth
Everyone knew about soulmates. They were as much a part of life as birthdays or growing pains—inevitable, unavoidable, something you didn’t have to think about until the moment it happened to you. It was a rite of passage, or at least that was how the adults had described it. Like an appointment you couldn’t skip or a birthday you couldn’t miss, even if you weren’t ready for it. Sometime between the ages of ten and twelve, they’d said, your mark would appear. A short phrase, written on your skin, that would be the first words your soulmate ever said to you. OR A GhostPrice soulmate AU Read the first chapter under the cut and the rest can be found on AO3
Soulmates were the kind of thing Simon Riley had learned to think of as other people’s business. They belonged to the couples holding hands in the streets, to the kids at school showing off their marks with a pride he could never quite understand, and to the kind of life he couldn’t quite picture for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in soulmates—not exactly—but the concept felt distant, like a story he’d overheard in passing and never fully grasped.
He sat cross-legged on the floor of his small bedroom, his back pressed against the bedframe. The wooden edge bit into his shoulders, a faint and familiar discomfort. The worn carpet beneath him scratched faintly against his legs, its texture rougher where the threads had frayed with age. His jumper, stretched thin from too many winters and too few replacements, did little to shield him from the creeping chill that seeped through the cracks in the room. He tugged the cuffs down over his hands, the loose, unravelling fabric dangling awkwardly past his fingers as if trying to hide him from the cold.
The streetlamp outside cast a pale, flickering light through the gap in the curtains, slicing the dim room into uneven patches of light and shadow. One beam landed squarely on the carpet in front of him, turning the grey fibres an almost silver hue, while the rest of the room remained cloaked in a soft, unyielding gloom. He traced the edge of the carpet absently, fingers finding the loose threads with a practised kind of familiarity, tugging at them just enough to feel the resistance but never enough to unravel them completely.
Everyone knew about soulmates. They were as much a part of life as birthdays or growing pains—inevitable, unavoidable, something you didn’t have to think about until the moment it happened to you. It was a rite of passage, or at least that was how the adults had described it. Like an appointment you couldn’t skip or a birthday you couldn’t miss, even if you weren’t ready for it. Sometime between the ages of ten and twelve, they’d said, your mark would appear.
A short phrase, written on your skin, that would be the first words your soulmate ever said to you.
The idea had always sounded strange to Simon, the notion that a few words could mean so much. But people believed in it. They cherished their marks, carried them like tiny pieces of destiny etched into their bodies. The location of the mark was supposed to mean something too—a clue about your soulmate, like a treasure map waiting to be deciphered.
Marks on hands or wrists were common, the kind of places people naturally reached for when they met someone important. Others were bolder, etched along collarbones or resting close to the heart, symbols of intimacy and pride. Those with marks in unexpected places, tucked away on ankles, shoulders, or the curve of a rib, often spoke of their soulmates with an air of mystery, as if fate had hidden the words on purpose, just to make their story that much more compelling.
The one thing everyone seemed to agree on, though, was the moment soulmates met. When the words were finally spoken aloud.
It burned.
Not just a tingle, not even a spark, but an all-consuming, undeniable heat that branded itself into your very being. People said it wasn’t something you could miss, no matter how distracted or oblivious you might be. It was unmistakable. The kind of feeling that forced you to stop, to recognise it, to understand. You didn’t have to question it, didn’t have to wonder or doubt. It was how you’d know, beyond anything else, that this was your person.
Simon didn’t know what to think about that. At school, he kept his head down when his classmates whispered about their marks, their voices barely hushed, filled with a mix of awe and envy that rippled through the group. One boy had shown off the small phrase curving neatly over his forearm*—“You dropped this”*—with a grin that didn’t leave his face for days. He’d rolled up his sleeve at every opportunity, basking in the attention like he’d just been handed a trophy. A girl had mumbled something about hers being on her ankle, her voice shy but threaded with pride.
Simon stayed quiet. The air around him felt heavier in those moments, like their excitement might crush him if he lingered too long. He wasn’t sure anyone would ask him what he thought, but if they did, he didn’t have an answer. Soulmates felt like something too big, too distant, and he wasn’t ready to reach for it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.
The low hum of the television downstairs filtered through the walls, a muted backdrop to the sharp, cutting sound of his father’s voice. The cadence was familiar—anger that swelled and fell like the tide, unpredictable yet constant. The words were indistinct, but the tone was unmistakable—edged with anger, rising and falling in bursts that made Simon flinch. His fingers pressed harder into the carpet, his heart beating a little faster.
He leaned back against the bedframe, letting his eyes drift to the ceiling. Cracks ran along the plaster like veins, weaving patterns that his mind tried and failed to make sense of. Some of the lines intersected, forming vague shapes—a jagged star, a crooked branch—but none of it seemed to settle into anything real. The cold air brushed against his skin, sharper in the places where his jumper had pulled away.
Then it hit.
A warmth, faint at first, pulsed low on his thigh. It wasn’t the kind of warmth that came and went, like brushing too close to a heater or wrapping your hands around a cup of tea. He froze, the sensation growing stronger—tingling, steady, undeniable. His hands moved instinctively, fingers brushing against the skin just above his knee. It was smooth, unbroken, but… something was there.
He stared as faint lines began to form, like ink bleeding up from beneath the surface. It spread slowly, deliberately, as though the words had been waiting just beneath his skin all along. His breath hitched, a sharp sound in the quiet room, as the words took shape with deliberate precision:
“You’re early.”
Simon’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his heart thundering as he traced the mark with trembling fingers. The sensation lingered, a faint hum just beneath the surface, like the heat was reluctant to leave. The words were dark, neat, and somehow ordinary against his pale skin. But they weren’t ordinary. Not by a long shot.
Soulmates were supposed to love you, weren’t they? For who you were, not who they wanted you to be. The thought sent a flicker of warmth through his chest, but it faded quickly. He glanced at the door, half-expecting it to burst open. He could already picture his father’s voice cutting through the air, sharp and jagged as broken glass.
The mark was strange—its placement, its meaning. He knew the stories, the way marks appeared where your soulmate was supposed to touch you most often. It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t the curve of a hand reaching for yours or a place someone might rest their head. It wasn’t hidden or intimate, not like some of the others he’d heard about. Just… there.
His fingers hovered over the words. “You’re early.” Early for what? For who?
The door creaked open a fraction, and Simon’s whole body tensed. His mum’s voice filtered through the gap, soft but tentative. “Simon? You alright in there?”
His mouth felt dry, but he managed a reply. “Yeah.”
A pause. Then, “Dinner’s ready, love. Come down when you’re ready.”
Her voice lingered for a moment longer than usual, as though she wanted to say more but couldn’t quite find the words. He didn’t answer right away. His mum’s footsteps retreated, and he waited until the sound faded before letting out a slow, shaky breath.
She tried. He knew that. But trying wasn’t the same as doing, and the guilt of knowing he couldn’t help her—couldn’t fix anything—curled around him like a second skin. It was heavy, that guilt, weighing him down in ways he didn’t fully understand yet.
The mark hadn’t changed. It sat there, unyielding and permanent, as real as the cracks in the ceiling. He ran his fingers over it again, half-expecting the words to vanish, to smudge away like writing on a fogged-up mirror. But they stayed, stubborn and solid. Maybe he didn’t hate the idea of a soulmate. Maybe he just couldn’t imagine someone ever loving him.
For now, it was just a set of words on his thigh, a promise he didn’t know how to keep. He tugged his shorts down to cover it, his fingers brushing the fabric absently as he leaned back once more.
If someone out there was meant for him, maybe they’d find him. Maybe not.
But the thought stayed with him, quiet and warm, as he closed his eyes. It was a small thing, that warmth, but it was enough to cling to for now.
#cod#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#q writes#priceghost#ghostprice#priceghostweek#this was#an endeavour#definetly wish i took more time to refine and properly work on this#but i also dont hate it as it is#i can live with it pfft#but its definitely motivation to write another long fic#anyway its 7am#im ill and insomnia won today so#here we are
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