#nighty night everybody

[silly-goobr]

Lots of times I’ve gone “I wish I were cisgender” but no I think I just wish people would let me be transgender like being trans is fine and it’s acumtually so cool but when you factor in the ppl who hate us it becomes a nightmare that you have to survive everyday with no reward in sight and you feel like the minotaur imprisoned in that labyrinth below crete and you’re just

[monards]

I’m like the hungry caterpillar but with naps. I have taken several today; and I’m still absolutely so ready to go to bed

[yallstar]

the worstiesssss

[mintflavoredfemurs]

i got called he/him in a voice call without ever mentioning my pronouns and got offhandedly told that my voice sounded hot (i was very eepy and so my voice was tired and low pitched). i think ive peaked im packing up and going home.

[nights-flying-fox]

Rainy day!!

Day 13 of @rise-april-art-challenge - Umbrella

I got a bit burned out so all I could do was a doodle of Donnie 😅

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

I know you wrote for Kappa/Euro. Hear me out.. could you write for Euro/Dead from lords of chaos? No one writes for jack kilmer and it drives me insane‼️😭

Pure Fucking Armaggedon

Summary: In the midst of a heavy night of partying with the Black Circle, you crave your boyfriend's attention but just like so often lately, he's very much not interested, leading you to meet your needs somewhere else…

Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous

Word Count: ~3.7k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Talk About Depression/Mental Illness, Talk About Self-Harm, Very Angsty, Hurt/Comfort...ish, Alcohol, Smoking, Cheating…But With A Twist, Fingering, Unprotected P In V, Creampie, Pet Names

A/N: Hi, anonnie! Thank you very much for this ask <3 Before everybody jumps into my inbox about Jack Kilmer: Please don’t, okay? He’s not tickling my brain like Rory does and I’d hate to let y’all down by having requests sitting in my inbox collecting dust 🖤 However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having a lot of fun writing this chaos!

Massive thanks to @spookyorchid for endlessly entertaining my rambles and inspiring me!

Disclaimer: This is solely based on the characters depicted in Lords Of Chaos!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

Could you stomach it anymore

Could you stand to be a breath away

Can you feel the way your face distorts

Did you think that it could be this way

- Stomach It By Crywolf

Your upper lip twitched a little as your gaze darted right into your boyfriend's chestnut-coloured eyes. In a rather stark contrast to yours, Pelle's expression was indifferent whilst he stared back at you, face smeared with a now gray amalgamation of once black and white corpse paint.

"Sorry…" He muttered, his voice lacking the depth and sympathy to really sell his point.

"No…it's, it's okay, really. It makes no sense to pressure yourself when you're not in the mood, no." You shrugged your shoulders at him, very much meaning what you said whilst you still felt that massive rock of repeated disappointment settling down in your stomach.

"I'm gonna go grab another beer then…can I get you something?" Pelle shook his head lightly.

"No, but thanks. I think I should just go to sleep now." The Swede with the long blonde hair allowed himself to slump deeper down into the old, worn out sofa, crossing his arms in front of his chest and with that not just verbally but also physically blocking you out.

"Nighty then…" You mumbled, turning away from your boyfriend to hide just how hard you fought to keep your composure.

Neither the heavy leather jacket, the edgy metal studs and spikes all over nor your trusty Darkthrone shirt hugging your torso were able to shield you from the emotional hurt raging inside of you. It's been months since Pelle last touched or so much as kissed you on the mouth. You knew just fine that something wasn't alright with him, that he was going through an episode again and the last thing you intended on doing was putting any blame for that on him but fuck was it challenging you this time. It didn't go past you how the I love you's had become more and more scarce, how he turned his back to you at night whilst you stared at the ceiling hoping for the oncoming episode to wash over him in a few, swift weeks but his current black hole of depression was unlike anything before. You hardly recognised your boyfriend anymore and felt like nothing but an accessory to the whole band persona he'd put up to cover up how much he was actually hurting on the inside.

To not come off as a soft, little crybaby to everybody else, you stifled your breath and wiped the emerging gush of tears from your lower lash line as fast as you could before making your way out to the densely crowded yard again. Empty bottles of beer lined the way whilst partially smoked-up cigarettes laid scattered all over, the heavy smell of a raging bonfire filled the crisp night breeze. Whilst almost violently looking to the ground to avoid anybody seeing you being about to burst into tears, you rushed to one of the cooling boxes to grab a beer or preferably something stronger. A sense of recklessness washed through you as you dug a deeply green, still halfway full glass bottle from the cooler. Jägermeister would serve you just fine right now.

Armed with the strong booze, you went right back into the house, hiding yourself away from all the action to simply get drunk in peace and solitude.

"Ugh…" Your whole body quivered as the herbal liquor shot down your throat, drenching your mouth in its bitter taste.

Right after the sensation eased up a little, you chased the first swig with a second, deeper one, the alcohol burning its way through your stomach before you'd even reached the corner of the house that could be described as a guest room to slump down on an array of dusty mattresses. With the intense warmth of heavy liquor washing through your body, you curled yourself up, shoving an old pillow underneath your head and before you really realized it, vagrant, quiet tears trickled from the corners of your eyes, pooling at the tear duct to eventually swap over the bridge of your nose. If you were honest with yourself, you felt sick of it, sick of being ignored and pushed away but at the same time you just couldn't bring yourself to point the finger at Per. He simply didn't choose this way of being and feeling yet it felt like he wasn't even trying anymore…which, again, would just be another symptom. You sighed in defeat before treating yourself to another numbing mouthful of booze.

Allowing the tears to just run down your face at their very own pace, you simply wanted to get drunk as fast as possible but even that wouldn't be granted to you, a gentle knock on the slightly ajar door pulling you from your thoughts.

"Huh?" You muttered, sitting up straight again and wiping the wetness from your cheeks.

"Hey…are you okay?" The familiar voice belonging to Øystein asked.

His head peaked through the open door, a messy bunch of black hair framing his face in wavy strands.

"Saw you rushing through the yard and thought checking up on you wouldn't hurt…" He slid his lean statue through the small opening, stepping towards you before crouching down to meet your gaze.

"See? That's part of the problem…you, you care and Pelle just…he just sits there." The words blubbered out of you in an uncontrolled rush accompanied by a new surge of hot tears.

"Hey now…", Euronymous quickly sat down, tucking the frizzy hair behind his ears, "What's going on, hm?"

"I'm so sick of this shit, Øystein… I can't help him, I can't fix him and he just pushes me away time and time again. I'm so done with this bullshit." It practically gushed out of your mouth in a poorly choked-back wail.

"There's a whole horde of people out there, Euro, yet I feel so terribly fucking lonely all the time. Everybody's cheering for Mayhem and for Dead, going on about how fucking cool and true he is for what he's doing to himself on stage but you know what?", You tried to stifle your shaky breaths, "It's not cool. None of it. It's actually fucking terrifying…and it's me who's got to stitch him back to gether every damn time."

With every one of your words, Øystein's eyes widened a little more, partly in understanding about just how much his friend was dragging you through but also in plain sympathy for you.

"Come'ere, yeah? C'mon…if it helps you can squeeze me as hard as you want to, okay?" Euronymous spread both his arms, inviting you in for a tight hug.

Not wasting a second thought on it, you leaned in, wrapping your shaking hands around his shoulders to squeeze and press as tightly as you could.

"There you go…that's it, right there." Euronymous encouraged you, the palms of his broad hands resting at the back of your head to soothe you with gentle pets and strokes.

"I wish I could help you but none of us really gets through to him anymore…I'm so sorry." Øystein sighed into the curve of your neck, the tip of his nose almost touching the cold, black leather of your jacket.

"I don't even know what's going on with him anymore. Everything is just so terribly wrong and I don't know how much longer I can do this shit, Euro, I really don't." You sniffled, inevitably having the vastly different scent of Euronymous right in front of you sneaking up into your nostrils.

Unlike Pelle, he smelled like stale cigarette smoke, cheap aftershave and beer…maybe not exactly a crowd pleaser but you found comfort in it.

"It's okay. I don't judge you." He whispered to you in a soft tone and it threatened to break you apart from the inside.

"Thank you…", You croaked into his hair, your voice getting weaker with every letter, "I feel so shitty for thinking about it like that but…but I'm so goddamn tired. I-...I just wanna feel loved again."

"To remind you…there's a whole horde of people out there who love you." He tried to cheer you up but ultimately missed the point.

"Not…not like that. Ugh, I sound stupid…" You felt the need to take the words straight back and to just go with Øystein's attempt of calming you.

"No, you don't, seriously.", Euronymous led his fingers to get lost in your hair, fingertips softly stroking across your scalp down to the nape of your neck, "I can't imagine how you came up with enough energy to stay this long in the first place. We both know it's not his fault, neither is it yours or mine but we've all been watching you breaking away because of him. You're not smiling anymore, not screaming your lungs out at the gigs, you're barely even here anymore…he's eating you up."

"I can't just leave, Øystein…" You gradually loosened your death grip around his torso to lean back, your face wet with slowly subsiding tears.

"I know…all I'm saying is that it might be time to think about yourself a little more. It won't help anybody if you get lost in his chaos, too." Before you could raise your own hand to wipe the sleeve of your jacket across your face, Euronymous was already on it, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

Whilst taking a deep breath to steady yourself a bit more, the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. You followed how he slightly grinded his teeth together, jaws clenching, withholding something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Øystein?" You furrowed your brows a little, the feeling of something being violently off ebbing through your chest.

"I'm sorry…" That's all he offered to you before cupping your face with the full length of his palm and leaning in to press an anything but timid kiss to your trembling lips.

A part of you, the voice of reason within, practically screamed at you to pull away, to scurry back and to let this go down as nothing but an awkward, boozy, little slip-up, but you didn't move by just an inch as the pungent taste of smoked cigarettes and cheap beer swept into your mouth alongside Euronymous' daring tongue. You simply let it happen, allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and intoxicate you with the dangerously addictive feeling of being wanted, desired by someone.

"Fuck…" You groaned into the nearly bruising kiss, hands reaching out to claw at his utterly worn out Venom shirt to pull him closer to you.

Catching the notion that he had dared to make the right move at the right time, Øystein's palm left your face, both hands roaming over your back down to your ass to simply scoop you into his lap, your legs wrapping themselves around the cold of his bullet-shell belt as the hem of your washed-out, gray denim skirt rode up generously over your fishnet-stocking covered thighs.

"I got you…just hold on to me." Euronymous muttered, trying to catch his breath a little whilst his fingers dug themselves into the curve of your behind, causing you to whine out as you arched your hips impossibly close towards his crotch.

The aching need to feel just something again practically pulsed through every nerve ending and every muscle, pulling you into his tight grasp and for your hands to slip under the soft fabric of his shirt, skin against skin leaving you to crave more. Whilst one of his hands left it's place cupping your ass to hurry down between your bodies, awkwardly fumbling with the buckle of his belt before almost violently pulling down the zipper, a short but heavy pang of guilt jolted through your ribcage, nearly causing you to flinch on the spot. Nothing about this situation at hand was right or somehow, in some crooked way, justifiable to you and yet you made not a single move to stop any of it from happening. You didn’t grasp for Øystein's hand as it hushed from his unzipped pants amidst your legs, the sound of your tights tearing and ripping thundering in your ears, right before curious fingertips brushed over thin lace panties, no. The only reaction it pulled from your body was a needy moan.

"Right there, yeah?" You heard the smirk in his tone without even needing to see it.

Nodding softly, you placed your mouth back onto his, teeth teasingly grazing over his bottom lip.

"Bet that feels even better, babe." At first you didn't know what struck you harder, the endearing pet name or Euronymous' fingers snaking past your slip, dipping right into your soaked folds to draw achingly slow circles around your entrance.

"Please…" You hummed into the kiss, your forehead leaning against his.

"Please, what?", He inquired, fingertips prodding and nudging against your cunt, "Want me to fill you up, no? Such a greedy little thing."

You choked back a whine as Øystein withdrew his hand from your slip to shove the fabric to the side, fingers freeing his rock-hard cock from the confines of his shorts right before thrusting into you with a precise rock of his hips against yours.

"Oh, fuck…" Your moan got lost in his mouth, the delicious feeling of being stretched out so harshly rippling through you.

"How long has it been, huh?" He pushed, drilling himself into you until it threatened to hurt.

"I dunno…four months, maybe five." You couldn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut, the burning heat of arousal and shame creeping into your face in equal parts.

"Yeesh, couldn't leave a girl like you untouched for that long." Euronymous huffed, his other hand steadying your posture with his palm flat against your back as he started rolling his hips, practically bouncing you on his cock.

With your entire body flush with the sensation of Øystein spearheading into you in a firm pace, the last bit of your coherent brain busy muffling and holding back desperate mewls and whimpers, you rendered completely oblivious to what was happening around you…unlike the black-haired guitarist. From the very corner of his eyes, Øystein's attention got pulled towards the semi-open door, the old, wooden floor in front of it creaking treacherously. Just by the way a well familiar pair of thoroughly worn out combat boots barely peaked across the lines of the door frame, he knew that the both of you had been caught right in the act but he didn't so much as even bother to stop from guiding you up and down his throbbing hard on.

"You at least got yourself off here and there, no?" You shook your head.

"Didn't feel right. I- I just hoped things would get back to normal…" You groaned, the sensation of Euronymous' cock stroking over that extra sensitive spot inside of you sending cold, little shivers down your spine.

"Oh, love, then I better make sure to give it to you better than Per ever could…lazy fucker." Øystein scoffed more to his friend and singer hiding next to the door frame than to you but you didn't take any notice of that, your senses way too busy with just keeping it together.

For a moment, Øystein felt actual and very real rage gushing through him. Anger towards his friend for being such an oblivious prick regarding the suffering and all-round neglect he was dragging you through. It was a terribly self-righteous emotion, that he knew for sure, however, he couldn't help himself but to let it fuel the way he rutted into you, burying himself as deep as possible inside of your wet pussy.

The rather morbid thing both of you failed to take notice of was what Dead was doing hidden away in the shadows of the hallway, the crushing humiliation not only going straight to his heart but to his awfully throbbing cock as well, the bitter-sweet masochistic rush leading him to palm himself through his trousers whilst biting down on his fist to not let just one singular sound escape from his twitching lips. The Swede was shamelessly jerking himself off to you getting railed by his closest friend.

"Gonna take good care of you, babe." Øystein groaned in a lust-riddled tone, both of his hands now closing down around your hips to hammer your form onto his cock with every jut and snap of his hips.

It had you bashfully nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, the cigarette smoke soaked leather of his jacked cold against your cheek, whilst you still clawed at his sides underneath his shirt.

Your fingers dug into his skin as you felt your walls starting to flutter and contract around Øystein's hard on, the first crushing jolts of your pent-up orgasm rippling through your body, senses being sent into blissful overdrive.

"Good girl…fuck, pulling me in so hard now, huh?" Euronymous' voice cracked and eventually faltered just like the rolls of his lap against yours.

"Issok…", He talked you through your release, shoving himself balls deep into your spasming cunt before flooding your insides with white-hot ropes of his seed, a guttural groan ripping itself free from the depths of his lungs, "Just let yourself go. I gotchu."

The earth-shattering sensation of all the pent-up sexual desperation mixed in with shame and crushing guilt washing through your system had you biting down on his leather-clad shoulder, a fresh surge of tears threatening to swap over your lower lash line at any second.

"Aw, shit." A sore croak from outside the room led both of you to turn your heads so suddenly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

"The fuck?!" You shrieked out, practically jumping from Øystein's lap whilst he was equally busy with tucking himself back in and getting off the mattress.

"I got this!" Euronymous tried to calm you, awkwardly stumbling away from you before tearing the door open and vanishing into the dark hallway.

For a split second your overworked synapses tried to get a vague grasp on what was going down. Feet were hammering down stairs, noisy commotion erupted from inside the house before the sound of shattering glass and incomprehensible screaming and shouting filled the yard.

"Oh fuck no…" You huffed under your breath, wobbly legs nearly giving out as you tried to pull yourself from the mattress.

As soon as you stood upright again, you felt Øystein's load oozing out of you, soaking the flimsy fabric of your slip with every step you took. You dreaded the scenario that was unfolding outside because the yelling didn't seem to die down but much rather escalate further.

"You fucking traitor!" Pelle's raspy voice cut through the night air, hitting you as soon as you slid out the front door.

"Fucking traitor?!", Øystein spat right back whilst your eyes scanned the scenery anxiously, "You're the spineless loser, Per!"

"You fucked my girlfriend, Øystein!" Dead yelled and with his words you noticed Metallion and Jan Axel staring right at you, nothing but drunk confusion washing over their faces.

"And you pathetic fuck got off to it!" Euronymous had to duck down to dodge an empty beer bottle being sent his way.

"You what?!" You directed the question right at your boyfriend before you noticed a tell-tale damp and soaked-through spot right around his zipper.

"Yes, please tell her how you stood outside the room jerking off to your girl breaking down in front of me, Per!" Your bewildered stare rushed towards Øystein now.

"Huh? You…you saw him or what now?!?" The guitarist shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jan Axel tried to intervene but both Per and Øystein shushed him almost simultaneously.

"You shut the fuck up!" Pelle sneered, looking like he was about ready to throw one of the plenty empty bottles of beer after his drummer too.

"No.", You huffed, wrapping your leather jacket around your torso to shield you from the creeping cold, "He actually got a point, because…what the hell?!"

"Pumpkin, I can explain, I promise." Per raised his hands in a soothing manner but you didn't feel like having any of it.

"Don't you dare sweet-talk me now, Pelle! You've been pushing me away for months but…you get off to, well, this?" You indirectly confirmed all that had been happening between Øystein and you.

"No. Just no. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this shit. I'm not even remotely drunk enough to deal with this shitshow right now." To undoubtedly cement your point, you took a few swift steps toward Øystein who was looking at you with wide eyes as you fished for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, drawing one for yourself before deliberately putting it to your lips.

"Yes, I fucked Øystein.", You threw your hands into the air after lighting the cigarette, "Maybe I should've done that much sooner, who knows?"

The last sentence was solely aimed to hurt Per as much as he had hurt you.

"Fucking hell, I'm so sick of all this dysfunctional shit…", You just shook your head before heading back inside, "Better none of you disrupt the date I have with a piss-warm bottle of Jägermeister now or you fucking bet I'll cut your dick off!"

[tortillamastersblog]

ⴵ Mac and Cheese | Yelena Belova ⴵ

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After a brutal mission, Yelena lets you take care of her…

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“Ha! Suck it, Y/N,” Peter exclaims, slamming the Draw 4 card onto the table.

“Watch it, kid,” I warn playfully, which makes him cackle.

Wanda chuckles next to me and gives Peter a high five.

“And you,” I say, turning to her and pointing an accusing finger at her chest, “Don’t encourage him!”

“Oh, shush! Now draw your cards,” she counters with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and grumble my disapproval, leaning forward in my seat to draw my cards, when F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces the return of the rest of the team.

“Nooo!” Peter whines when I jump out of my seat. “You can’t leave now.”

I throw the rest of my cards on the table, and send him an evil smile. “I can, and I will, little one.”

Wanda laughs and sets her cards down as well. “It’s over, Peter. Better luck next time,” she says.

Peter groans and reluctantly collects all the cards, putting them back where they belong before joining Wanda and me.

We make our way outside onto the lawn just as the Quinjet touches down.

It takes a second longer for the engine to shut off and the back door to drop, revealing the team.

They look tired and beat, but at least they’re all safe and home now. Wanda goes to greet Vision with a quick kiss and Peter moves to embrace Tony in a hug.

I smile at the reunion, even though it’s only been two days since they left. Then, my eyes sweep over the rest of the team until they land on the person I’m looking for.

She’s one of the last ones to step off the jet. Her shoulders are slumped and she’s dragging her feet tiredly, but when her eyes meet mine, she perks up slightly.

“Hey,” I say softly as she approaches. “Tired, my love?”

Yelena exhales shakily and collapses into me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her face landing in the crook of my neck. “Yes,” she mumbles.

Poor baby…

I return the embrace, squeezing her waist for a second before pulling back slightly to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “How about a hot bath and some dinner before bed?”

Yelena leans into the touch and nods with her eyes close.

“Alright, let’s go.” I press a kiss to her forehead and lead her inside after the rest of the team.

From time to time they eye us with guarded curiosity, and at first I’m not sure why but then I realize they’ve never seen Yelena this openly affection before.

She’s leaning into me as we’re walking, my arm over her shoulder and hers around my waist, gripping my shirt weakly.

She’s usually not a fan of PDA, but when she’s tired she’s apparently not as opposed to it.

“Nighty night, everybody,” I say when we get to the door of my room.

A chorus of “good night” sounds through the hallway and before long, Yelena and I are alone.

I take her to the en-suite bathroom and guider her to sit on the closed toilet, moving away to get her bath started.

“Have you had anything to eat today?” I ask worriedly when her stomach grumbles a few moments later.

I turn to see her leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. “No,” she whispers.

I frown and sprinkle the rest of my epsom salt into the water before approaching her. I kneel in front of the toilet and take her hands into mine. “Are you okay?”

It’s not normal for her to be this quiet, not even when she’s tired.

She blinks her eyes open and I’m surprised to find them bloodshot and a little watery. “I don’t know,” she croaks, her bottom lip trembling.

I straighten up, alarmed, and taker her face in my hands. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head and blinks slowly, a tear tracking down her cheeks which I’m quick to wipe away with the pad of my thumb. “I’m just so exhausted, and today has been awful—I don’t know…”

I hum softly and run my thumb over her cheek a couple more times before getting up to shut off the water.

Then I turn back to Yelena and hold out my hands for her to take. I pull her to her feet and press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you.”

She blinks at me, looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her, and whispers, “I love you.”

I smile softly and raise her hands to my mouth, kissing each palm. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

She cracks the tiniest of smiles and pulls me in for a short kiss. I sink into it, loving how I still get goosebumps every time we kiss even though we’ve been together for a couple of years now.

When we break apart she sighs and rests her forehead against mine while I get to work on stripping her out of her suit. She assists every once in a while, but in the end I do most of the work. I don’t mind it. Not at all, especially because it demonstrates just how much she trusts me and I can’t help but feel a rush of affection for her.

“Alright, in you go,” I say softly once the suit and the rest of her clothes have been discarded. I lead her to the bathtub and help her sink into the water.

“Thank you,” she says, not letting go of my hand just yet. “For taking care of me.”

I squeeze her hand and run my thumb over her knuckles. “Always…”

She squeezes back and closes her eyes, sinking deeper into the water until the bottom part of her chin is submerged. I stay with her for a couple more seconds to make sure she’s fine before kissing her forehead one more time and leaving the bathroom to find something for her to eat.

When I get to the kitchen, I find Nat and Clint talking over a giant pot of Mac and Cheese.

They look up when they notice me and greet me with soft smiles.

“How’s Yelena?” Clint asks, putting his fork down to reach for his glass of water.

“Not so good,” I admit as I go to grab a bowl and a fork.

Nat’s brows furrow and she pushed the pot over to me so I can grab a serving of the cheesy goodness. “How come? I know she was quiet on the plane, but when I asked her about it she blew me off and told me she was just tired.”

I press my lips into a thin line and take a deep breath. “She‘s having a bad day, I think. At least that’s what she told me,“ I reply.

Nat hums in understanding and squeezes my shoulder. “Good thing she’s got you then.”

I smile a little bashful and excuse myself, wishing them a good night before taking the bowl of food and heading back to my room.

When I get there, Yelena’s already curled up under the covers of the bed. The soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminates the room just enough for me to make out the frown on her face.

I sit down on the bed next to her and place a hand on her hip which makes her open her eyes.

“Here, I brought you something,” I say, waving the bowl in front of her.

She sits up ties her hair into a loose ponytail. “What is it?” she asks, her voice raspy.

I smirk and hand her the bowl and the fork. “Your favorite.”

She sends me a small, grateful smile and takes the bowl while I get under the covers next to her. She eats in silence, leaning into my side and offering me a bite or two every now and then.

“Thank you,” she says once she’s done, placing the bowl onto the nightstand. She turns off the light and shuffles down on the bed, pulling me with her until her head is on my chest and her leg is thrown over my hips under the covers.

It’s only then that I realize she’s wearing my high school hockey sweatshirt and I can’t help but smile at the sight.

I run my hand over her back and slip it beneath the fabric and begin drawing soft circles onto her warm skin.

“That feels nice,” she whispers, nosing forward to press a kiss to my throat.

I hum and continue scratching her back. In moments like these it’s easy to forget that she’s a trained assassin.

“Could we maybe stay in tomorrow and watch a movie or something?” she asks, slipping her hand under my shirt so it rests on my stomach.

I chuckle softly. “Of course. Anything you want, my love.”

It’s not long after that that her breathing evens out and slows down, indicating she’s fallen asleep.

I sight, relieved she’s home and unharmed, and close my eyes, ready to drift off as well.

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[starastarship]

opening adoptables 1/4

gonna open adoptables here now! each of them cost 10$ each! The designs are all based on my AUs magic system of getting a kid! if you want anyone just dm me!

this is part 1/4 (and yes including the fanchildren of my OC Starchild too, but once adopted they won't have a connection at all)

Now to sum the first once up

Darinphant

Pendant: Risking is all this penadant about. Darin will get a sudden spurt of an idea they can do. Depending on how big the idea is, it chances of success increases or decreases!

A certain interest in stunts, they are daring to try out new things. But don't take them as just someone who just takes the risk. They calculate each stunt to bring the best outcome of it!

Moonhop

Pendant: Moonhop is already fast as is, but using their pendant, gripping it, they become extremely fast, leaving a trail of dust behind like a comet.

This Bunny-owl was born ready for any kind of competition! Having quiet the Energy, Moonhop is always up for a game, sport or not! Just don't be a sore loser if they win!

Thunderguard

Pendant: Whenever they are in danger, or need help their pendant summons a bubble around them and if needed all the critters nearby/ they want to protect.

They will protect anyone and everybody in need! Thunderguard will jump into action, if someone needs help and protection, not really having a regard for their own safety! Remind them always that their safety is important too!

Nighty Nightphant

Pendant: With the Power of the stars, Nighty can gain the wisdome and knowledge of the past, present and future for a short amount of time, thanks to the telling of the stars

A curious nature and a fascination with the night sky, Nighty will always tell you the newest thing they just learned from the sky. Carrying a big telescope whever they go, to see the night sky wherever they are!

Smarty Smartcorn

Pendant: If Smarty knows and remembers the scientific component of an object, they only have to think of it and the object will come out of their pendant. However the Pendant either needs to cool down before it can create another object or the object before has to be destroyed.

A mix between the logic and the creative side of the brain, Smarty uses their knowledge on things and their creative thinking, to find a solution to any kind of problem!

Dreamcat (closed)

Pendant: The pendant, when activated, can let Dream give everyone a dream of their choosing, good or bad, and let them look into the sleep of others.

sleeping for most of the day on their floating cloud, Dreamcat wishes all their friends a good night sleep wherever they are! A calm and relaxed nature, brings even the most insomniac critters, sweet dreams!

Cuddles

Pendant: This Pendant, bases the mood of a critters based on Cuddles. It works in a specific radius, which makes all the critters, feel the same emotion as Cuddles themselves.

Cuddles, with their un-bear-able love to give, will make sure that you will have the most amazing, active and loved day, everyday! Be it with simple compliments, getting you out of bed, hugs and more, to accomplish their goal!

Coolcaw

Pendant: Coolcaw has the power to change the weather in either direction. It could be a sunny day and the next thing you know it's raining cats and dogs!

Make way for this cool critter! Coolcaw will take you up on all challenges at once to show you who is the coolest and awesomest critter out there! But be warned they neither are a good winner nor a good loser!

Shelly Seashell

Pendant: Shellys pendant, let's them take control various little sea creatures for 5 minutes, before they start fighting the control off and regain themselves again.

Shelly can never pass onto some good seafood. They always brings snacks for their friends and some seasnacks just for themselves!

[bow-to-your-king]

☆ Greetings, Mortal ☆

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I am Nightmare, the King of Negativity. Do not bother to try and kill me- it's rude, for one.

Welcome to my castle. I recommend you treat me with respect.

You may call me:

☆ Nightmare

☆ My liege

☆ My king

☆ Boss

☆ Your majesty

☆ Night (if we are friends)

You may NOT call me "Nighty." EVER.

☆ OOC INTRO ☆

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This is a roleplay blog for Nightmare Sans! :) Please send in asks, they are more than welcome!

This blog is run by the Tulpar System (our main is @yellow-computer-mouse), and Nightmare is a fictive. Because of this, we ask you to respect some boundaries.

☆ Nightmare is aromantic, asexual, and demiplatonic. He is very slow to trust, and this trust can be easily broken. Do not be offended if he doesn't consider you a friend. He only has two or three, from what we know. (We also won't say who these friends are openly, to avoid hurt feelings. You can ask, but you might not like the answer. Know that his opinions on you don't represent all of us.)

☆ He REALLY doesn't like his authority being undermined. Please don't do that.

☆ It stresses him out when he feels like he has to worry about your health. Please don't make jokes about things that could hurt you (eating inedible items, jumping off of something, etc). If you're not sure, don't.

☆ We're pretty sure he's a prosecutor of some kind? He might be snappish or rude. Don't be an asshole to him for this. We're really sorry if he says or does something to upset you. He almost certainly doesn't mean it, unless you're being a dick to us on purpose.

☆ He also might have underwhelming or upsetting reactions to things. Again, please be nice.

We also have a very small DNI!

☆ Proshippers

☆ Anti-endos (we don't care if you interact, but we're endogenic and support all origins)

☆ NSFW blogs (we're a minor bodily)

☆ Radqueers/TransID (this doesn't count good-faith labels)

☆ Standard criteria. Use your heads!

Have fun, everybody! :)

- Curly

[cve-th3mvsic]

i honestly need a schedule

like… i need set days.

i need to have set days that are for certain things.

like, a certain day, i will allow myself to be on tumblr and goof around and not be as productive as i would like to be (meaning i’ll js get distracted on here).

i need certain days where i will draw. nothing else. no tumblr. just. draw. practice. get good.

and then days where i’ll be silly and play roblox and probably farm on royale high

ima do that. ima make myself a schedule.

i’m also gonna shower- nighty night everybody. sleep well, stay hydrated, eat enough, and stay hyped 🔥

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[oetter]

the cat has begun calling for me from my bedroom door so i think it’s time for me to retire. nighty night everybody

[hysteria-things]

guys since you guys love me sm can y’all give me angst idea on my acc since people on my acc won’t (im going through it and need some juicy ass angst) 🥲

-🎀

HIT HER UP PLEASEEE SHE’S IN THE ANGST MOOD AND I KNOW MOST OF YOU ARE ANGST FIENDS

i’m officially going to hit the hay nighty night everybody🤠

[the-himawari]

A3! Ikaruga Misumi - Translation [SR] BEYOND FULL BLOOM

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Misumi: Hey there~!

Comment: “Hello!”

Comment: “We came to watch~!”

Comment: “Great job on the special performance~!”

Misumi: Gee, thanks~!

Comment: “I went to watch since I’m from Hokkaido~!”

Comment: “I travelled there!”

Misumi: Wow, a lot of you went to watch us, huh! I’m super grateful!

Comment: “Both Misumi-kun and Hisoka-kun’s Josef were amazing!”

Misumi: Ehehe, thanks! Hisoka was cool as Josef too, wasn’t he! We couldn’t share the stage… But we had a lot of fun preparing for our roles together~. …Y’know, I kinda feel like talking to Hisoka now! I’ll be right back. Sit tight for a second, everyone!

*runs off*

Comment: “Ehh!?”

Comment: “Misumi-kun!?”

Comment: “Where did he go~?”

*comes back*

Misumi: Thanks for waiting! I brought Hisoka over~.

Comment: “That was fast!”

Comment: “Ah, it’s Hisoka-kun!”

Comment: “You brought him!?”

Hisoka: Are you streaming…?

Misumi: Yep! We were discussing the special performance and then I got the itch to talk with you. So, let’s chat!

Hisoka: Fufu. Sure.

Comment: “I feel healed by this interaction…”

Comment: “They have a unique air!”

Comment: “What did you two do after you arrived in Hokkaido?”

Hisoka: We… ah, we played with the cats in Hokkaido.

Misumi: Oh yeah! You also played with them the day after Muku and I did.

Hisoka: The cats were adorable. I had a good time.

Misumi: Even though we went to Hokkaido, we just did the same things as usual~.

Hisoka: …

Comment: “Is Hisoka-kun nodding off?”

Comment: “Is he okay?”

Misumi: Are you sleepy, Hisoka? Sorry for dragging you over all of a sudden.

Hisoka: It’s… fine… Zzz….

Misumi: Oh boy. It looks like Hisoka fell asleep, so I’m gonna end today’s stream here. Thanks for tuning in, everybody. Nighty night.

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[thenewfuture]

Guys check the time on your wrists and trust us when we say…make sure you don’t fall asleep against the monitors.

It's....almost up....

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Ruruka: Nighty-night!~ *She rubs his head*

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*yaaaaawn* We're gonna see each other again, got it?

You make it sound ominous like that....

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"Too a good night's sleep everybody!"

It's not even night time yet...

Nevertheless comrades... All we can do now, is to pray...

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You needn't worry Hajime, I'll be right by your side.

And give you a proper bonking on the head should you talk in your sleep!

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*Nod*

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Hmmm....

Be safe. Both of you.

Got it. And Kyosuke?

Hmm?

Hmmm.....

Never mind. I'll save it for later.

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*Beep-bee-boop!*

*The timer hits zero on everyone's bangles... And everyone falls asleep....*

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Mmmm.... That was it, wasn't it?

Mmmnnrrgghh... Yeah... Seems like the door held...

Good. Then we shall-

Ah...!

Hey. What's wrong?

Gah!

*Kyosuke and Juzo both wake up to a horrific sight... Laying in fron of them is.......*

Chisa...... No.....!

[rulerzzre4chf4n]

hi everybody!! im sorry for not blogging today.. to make up for it!! heres what i did tday..

had a sleepover with friends !!

cleaned room..

listened to a lot of music!!

read my fav books

watched a movie w my mama!!!!!

ik guys i did smmm!!! its so cool, i love hanging out w my mom.

im eepy, ill give song of da night and then eep.

song of the night ISSSS

best song ever debate me on it.

love u guys! nighty night,

maru 🫶

[nights-flying-fox]

Welcome back to Welcome Back, Doc!! It's time for the last chapter, where Bugs has his problems solved with a little help and the Warners have some fun. Featuring a few random fires.

It is finally here!! And finished!!