#anyway 4am gnight
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Hi hello take the world's tiniest sketches for the Break a Leg!AU
I wanted to give them a Big Coat! They lost their coat of the moment some time during storage, so they're pretty happy to be able to change costumes again once they find their old stuff, and do so often
They're always making big exaggerated movements that can be seen from afar. Sun takes SUCH big strides that you have to trot or run all the time to keep up
Also Big Coat for Big Comfort : )
Idk if I'm gonna go with a changing Y/N design, a generic, or a specific one, but I'll keep them fat either way.
Not enough fat Y/N's! : O
And a little surprise musical number where he "leads" you in a dance (read: treats you like a prop). As a treat.
Idk, I think it's neat that something can be both silly and whimsical, but also mildly threatening : )
#break a leg!au#fnaf sb#fnaf sun#fnaf y/n#my art#sketches#theatre!au#why yes i did build that hand in the headpat like that hand model fsdljsfd#i ended up looking at rococo costumes for that first one and The Marriage of Figaro opera#tho its giving me 6th doctor vibes and i might go with eclectic#anyway 4am gnight#kibsFnafStuff
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I wrote something inspired by the funeral scene from the new Winchesters episode.
How Dean prepared Cas' body.
Dean steps through the threshold of the quaint little house. The door had been left open, welcoming in a gentle breeze that smelled like pine and which ruffled the curtains. He imagines it would have been kept like that often. There was no fear or paranoia that would have kept it locked. Not here.
Cas would have liked the freshness, he imagines.
The thought halts him, just as he stands a few feet from the table. He swallows, thick down his throat. He watches just beyond what sprawls across and lets his mind expand on the image.
Castiel would have liked the breeze. And the smell of pine and the calming rushes of water. He would have kept the door open, the windows too, so that he could enjoy everything. Enjoy the freedom to do so especially.
He imagines the table adorned with cloth and trinkets. Cas settled with a book or maybe a writing set, hunched over in the stiff chair in concentration. He'd be rid of his coat and his shoes. He'd take small breaks just to look up and breathe, just because he could. And he'd smile from across the table, where Dean would sit, drawing or drinking his cup of coffee.
Dean closes his eyes and takes in a breath, his head hung low. Feels the shame and embarrassment of where his thoughts led him. How could he imagine those things, he thought. How could he insert himself into a life he was never considered for. Just perverted projections onto a dead man.
When he raises his head, he stares straight at the table, and the lifeless figure shrouded on top of it.
This is his life.
Dean clenches his bloodied fist. The sting from his ripped calluses helps ground him as he wanders closer, until he was eventually on the other side of the table, looking down.
He's drawn this out for too long now, he knows. Without another breath, he rips off the sheet.
Castiel looked like he was sleeping. He was still, eyes closed and holding no tension. Peaceful. Dean found no comfort in this.
He almost covered Castiel's face just as quickly as he had removed the sheet, but something caught his eye as he moved. There, right above Castiel's brow, was a smear of dirt.
Cas had been left on the shore of the lake through the night. Dean had went back for him the next morning; it was the first thing he did. He had been cold and colorless, hair and skin damp from the morning dew. Dean carried him into the house alone.
Now, Dean looks at him. Grains of sand littered his hair, some even settled on his lips. Grime filled the crinkles by his eyes and mouth, in the folds on his eyelids, in his ears.
Dean was brushing back Cas' hair before he realized what he was even doing, hand shaking as he did so. The first touch to the strands broke something deep in Dean's chest. He felt an ache that seized his chest so greatly it brought tears to his eyes, his face twisting into something awful and tight.
Overwhelmed, he slams his fist against the space unoccupied next to Cas' shoulder. Quickly, he straightens up, rubbing his hand down his mouth roughly.
For this next part, he doesn't think. He doesn't let himself feel anything other than a itch to get a task done. He just walks on autopilot to the kitchen.
He makes quick work in the kitchen. Grabs a metal bowl from a cabinet low to the ground and wash cloth that hung by the sink. Waits for the water to warm up before filling the bowl, setting it aside on the counter once it's done to scrub at his own hands. The water turns a rusty brown immediately but eventually runs clear off his skin. He shuts it off and takes the cloth and the now warm bowl back into the dining room.
Dean slows down a little once he reenters the room. Of course, nothing has changed in the few minutes he was absent. The breeze has turned colder, perhaps. Carefully, he sets the bowl and wash cloth down by where Castiel's hand lay and goes to shut the door.
For a moment, what he's about to do catches up with him. Flashes cross his mind like a silent movie reel where the film has been eaten at the edges, of him doing the same exact thing as he is now. With dad, with Bobby, with Charlie.
A hunter's funeral.
He shakes his head and pushes those memories away. Falls back on the safety of routine.
Dean makes it back to the table and drags the chair at the head of the table and takes his seat by Cas' head, shucking off his jacket on the way. At first, he just sits there.
There's a dead body in front of him. Technically, it's not even Cas' dead body, but one of a man from Pontiac, Illinois. A man who loved his family so much he abandoned them to house a cosmic power within his mortal body, just so that they would be safe. They hadn't been, in the end, despite his attempt.
When Castiel died, he burned away inside this body, this vessel, in a brilliant light. Like a star going supernova. That was the closest Dean would ever get to seeing him in his true form.
But trying to separate Cas from this vessel, to try and fully conceptualize that it was the light itself that was Cas, made Dean's brain feel like it was folding in on itself.
Because this body wasn't wearing anything that Jimmy Novak owned. It had wrinkles that Jimmy Novak didn't form, scars that he never endured the pain of. Ripped apart and made new again, this was Cas' body. His friend's, above all else.
So Dean sits up straight and rolls up his sleeves. He grabs the wash cloth and submerges it in the quickly cooling water. Wringing out the excess, Dean slowly brings it up to Cas' brow. Gently, he pats the smudge of dirt away until the skin there was clean again.
Dean repeats this process over and over again. Back and forth, he remoistens the cloth and brings it to Cas' face where he would pat or rub out grime, careful as to not pull or bruise, steadily softening his features again. He sits hunched over, his own face so close that his lips just barely keep from grazing Castiel's cheek as he works over his forehead and eyes. Water runs down his wrists and his fingertips became raw, but he doesn't pay it any mind.
His hands do not shake.
Not even as he reaches to turn Cas' head every few swipes of the cloth. His touch remains feather light, Cas pliant in his caress. Only once does he clench his fingers to his palm, in realization that of course it'd only be in Cas' death that Dean got to touch him like this. This is the first and last time he's ever kneeled down in reverence like he's always wanted to; to reach in with hands unclean, and bathe his beloved anew.
Cas' skin is warm from the water, but Dean pretends, if for a little while, that it was from a flush of blood and grace, and that Cas really was just asleep.
Finally, Dean tosses the wash cloth back into the soiled water and stands up from his chair. He barely looks at Castiel's face again.
Instead, he grabs the bowl and disposes of the water in the kitchen, drying off his hands while he's up as well. He grabs his jacket and throws it back on once he comes back.
Dean fiddles with his sleeves for a second longer than necessary before finally giving up. He looks down at Castiel one last time.
Even dead, he is the most beautiful thing Dean has even seen.
With this, his strength runs out. Looking away, Dean covers Cas' face with the sheet once more, and turns to rip off the curtains. He ties them tight around Cas' body, pausing at his feet to make sure he won't throw up.
He carries Cas' body to his pyre alone.
#destiel#destiel fic#ficlet#drabble#idk what this counts as tbh#13x01#anyway i have not proofread this and im going to bed now bc its almost 4am gnight <3#my writing
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PIKMIN 4 TMRWW AGGHHHH. AGGH !!!! im literally sooo fucking exicted im going to die. unless it arivies saturday bc of the whole next day delivarly mess then i will die of ANNOYANCE !!!! literally if thts happens it will be so unfair and cruel and i will blow up. but if its doenst i will still blow up bc PIKMIN 4 AGGHGFHFGHDGHGF im so so so so so SOO exicted i ltierally like OGMGG !!!!
YASSSS FOR REALLL !!!! sososooo excited for u to tell me abt it tee bee h i rlly do hope it does come tmrw like it neeeds toooooo !!!!!!!!!! and i am also excited to hopefully finish thee demo tmrw heeheheheee bcuz i have been having smmm fun playing it so farr >:3333
#i made it thru 2 days i think?? like im on day 3 so !!!#but anyway u need to tell me all abt how it isss!!!#also im so sorry i havent answered ur other asks or sent any of my own but it is. 4am w the headaches 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻#so yah but aghhhh i do wanna say that u are suchhhh an amazing friend my ladybird and u mean everything to me and i love youuuuuuu#sosoosooo muchhhhh !!! (hugs u gnight if u wld like that 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗) illlyyyy
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i have the old men brain rot i’m so sorry
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Would you mind if I asked you about your OC Ner Wanless? I'm a bit curious about what could possibly drive him so far down that Caine would raise his blade at him 🕺🕺🕺 Had he left the Shepherds by then? Did he become a vigilante? Where are the other Shepherds (Blade, Chase, etc.), and if they were still around and not, you know, Dead, had they cut ties with Ner? WHAT WAS HE DOING? 🗣🗣🗣
Staring intensely at your OC. Thinking. Rotating him in my head like a microwave. But a sleepy microwave. Because it's 4am and I fear I'm about to pass out, gnight 😔💔
cringe story blurb incoming
My story is just a lil au add on to shoh :))
This story happens when the whole magic ban by the autarchy is lifted akjdjdhd. Also, in my au, nobody in the Shepherds die ajjsjd i love them all. Ner cut ties with them instead.
The Shepherds were kinda just like a passing phase for Ner
(He knew he wouldn't stay that long, and that he would leave someday. Only for the protection from the autarchy and money). It was mostly a bad choice in his part to not say anything to anyone, except Caine and Blade. To Caine, whom he left a short letter (A letter in which I have already written out kajdjjd) and his weapon too. So he became a sort of vagrant (Wayfarer, traveler ect, ect. He prefers the life of never settling down.)
Along the way, he got himself some sort of curse that forces him to kill to sate the curse's bloodlust. Nobody could lift it because it's so old and archaic. So he starts taking mercenary requests, but I like to think the curse has its periods where it's strongest that he needs to kill more. But mercenary work takes a while. Him being good at psionic magic, he could dig deep inside peoples minds to find their wrongdoings that haven't yet faced consequences. He didn't find a fault in it; it helped him, and it rid the world of someone terrible, regardless whether the killed tried to repent for it or not. So in part, yes he became a vigilante, but to an outsiders pov, he's straight up just a murderer.
Ofc, a random, dangerous Aetherai-Psionic mage killing seemingly innocents periodically would find themselves facing the Shepherds best one day. Which Ner found himself in the unlucky battle between caines team and himself. I would imagine the battle would be Ner holding back while Caine has to begrudgingly admit that his old best friend is a murderer. Ner refuses to explain himself, he thought it was probably too late anyway. He was already a bad guy to everyone. So it was a battle of *Emotional damage* Lots of stuff said, maybe a lot of cuts and cruises and blood spilled.
but the real damage done was to Ner's insides. Cause you know, he ends up dead anyway.
But ofc, this all would be irrelevant if Lena gives us the option to let MC die. I'll probably do that, but it's always nice to have my own interpretation of what could happen.
So yeah, nothing really that crazy. Just something self indulgent I thought of a while back.
#snowthornes#ygblorbos#i forehead kiss caine#while it'd be easier for me to just make ner a really bad boy and starts killing everyone because he can#kansjdajdhd#i want to atleast stay in the vicinity of what i pictured his character to be#its a little flawed yes#but hopefully i can cultivate it into something coherent in the future#its like drawing kajdjdjd#slowly improving how you do things that it could look completely different by the next month
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rah! anyways yall can ask me some shit my askbox is open. meanwhile ill snooze my way here... gnight yall (it is 4am)
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anyway– holy shit its 4am gnight
#.souloftheintrovert#i was gonna talk about beyonce’s renaissance album and how much i love it#but thats all the time we have for today folks
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[211224] RIE on 'good neighbors tv'
[id: two gifs of rie from kpop group onlyoneof on the set of good neighbors tv. he is wearing a light blue button down, navy blazer, green and blue striped tie, and a reindeer antler headband. his hair is dyed orange-pink. in the first gif, he walks into frame, waving and two-finger saluting the audience. in the second, he looks at the camera and winks, laughing brightly afterwards. the colored captions reads: [211224] RIE on 'good neighbors tv' /end id]
#i dont /love/ how these look but it's 4am and i needed pink rie gifs a;sdkfj#also his wink that was definitely kinda a blink me too king#anyways the live was cute#onlyoneof#ooo#lyonet#kflops#kpopco#rie#lee sungho#ennuigif#if i have time tomorrow#nine and kb gifs from this live to come#but for now i need to sleep gnight 晚安 <3
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<check tags for the real ish>
#i’ll fix the hs au mlist when i wake up#its like 4am and im dying from allergies and lack of sleep lol#but anyway.. im tempted to flip the switch later on and do a bad boy au.. but actually just blurbs this time fkdjdjd#not yet tho bc i still have the two au sets i put on hiatus bc i got inspired for the recent set haha#i guess we’ll just see how things go and take it from there bbs#gnight hourlies!#take care xo
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ok so heres the finished bit as of right now, it was pretty much just the face and the outfit that changed (well, the legs too) but i still like them better anyway :) not a lot to say i think, the dm hasn't approved her new stuff yet cuz yk its 4am (mostly just to check over the scars and outfit and whatever else to make sure it doesnt clash with the plot stuff hes planning) uhhh there was a bit of a goal to make 'em look more 'wizard'? with the robe and the staff. i still don't know how to put a hat over those horns lol
anyway yeah i'm going to bed now gnight
#art#oc#Stix Worqull#dnd#shes a dragon wizard and i love them so much#i did not make my job very easy tho#my own fault. worth it :)
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Set f i r e to the sun
Let the colours run
#simblr#sims 4 edit#ts4 edit#live ur dreams ppl#i opened my game in the early hours of the morning just 2 see my boy!!!#and gave him lyrics from the song ive been listening to on repeat thinkin abt him#he got a tiny bit of a face update??#it happened bc the skin colour he had was pixelated so i went to change it#then the 3am goblin in my brain was like 'hey mess w his face'#so i did and idk if it looks good or not but 4am me is rly diggin it#anyway im love orion and i need to sleep#gnight!!!#orion vela#my sims
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#its almost 4am stupid is stored in the me#insomnia is also stored in the me#anyway gnight yall u got lucky xiv was on mats tonight so it was All Writing#ღ┊ooc .
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okay its 4am iv been up for. almost 24 hours andi feel myslef spiarloing aggh. why am i like this lucy why di i do this to myself i also just went to csweekly and instead of queing a post were i fake how i excited i am just went fuck it its on pause no one seems to care abt this show anymore so why am i doing it bc im already so sick of running tihs blog nad then had a realization abt how dead the carulia and other cs tags are of lik.e why tf am i doing tihs if im theo nly one who still cares abt this show kinda and csweekly is doing notihng to fix that lmao which hurts bc i dont want this fandom to be dead but also its not like im adding to it when all my energy is going into running the stupid csweekly blog anyway agh sorry for kinda venting like i said ot doing the best lol so im going to go to bed like RN but boefire i do okay this is gonna se so shirt bc im so tired i just wnat ot acutally sleep but i do rly wanna say thait had sosos much fun listeing to speak now tv together nad calling today it really was soso wonderful just like it always is to spend time with you love nadi hope you know that you really are just the most ownderful incredible firend in the world and bring me soso much joy nad light and happinesss and im soso lucky and grateful to know you my love and you just makem feelsoso lveod and cared for and safe and warm with you and you really do just meaneverytihng to me and i hope you know i lrealyl do just lvoe you osso very much my dearest, gnight <3 !!!!
aghhhh nauurrrr not thee 24 hours awake miseries :(((!! i hope u can get smmmm rest and sleep in smmmm u deserve it especially with having had to deal with cs weekly taking soo much of your energy for so long and the reception for it trailing off like-___-!! that is rlllyyy very frustrating to see happen with something your putting that much effort and time into especially for such an amazing show that u love so much and like not being able to just enjoy it like you should get to like:((( thats rlly rlly tough but im really proud of u for making the decision to put the blog on break since that really sounds like it is the best decision possible for u rn and whether or not u decide to take it off break ill either be happily waiting for it or happy to just watch cs whenever which ykw is easy enough for me since i rlly love watching cs and i esp loeve watching it with you:33!!! but yeah anyway omgg calling today was sososoo much funnn im so glad we got to and yah ur just suchhh an amazing friend to me all around and bring smm joy and light to my world and u really do mean thee absolute world to me and!! i jsut love you sososo muchhh gnightt💕💕🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Seeing people ranking Jojo OP's so fuckin here's my 4am opinion
Great Days - BOP OF THE CENTURY. BREAKDOWN BITCH. Anyway yeah it's my favorite because look at all the little things and have you ever noticed Mikitaka on the wall? Because he's there. Anyway let the voice of love take you higher
Fighting Gold - HHHH so I wasn't sure about this opening at first but man it really grew on me over time. FIGHTING GOOOLD also like it's chalk full of symbolism and looks neat and is just ugh cool
Sono Chi No Sadame - If this OP isn't in your Top 3 then why even bother. First of all: iconic. Second of all have you ever noticed that all 6 of the OG timeline Jojos flash up in the very beginning? That shit is cool. Also lotsa Dio being dramatic lol
Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town - Honestly part of the joy of this one is just the violent mood whiplash in comparison to Part 3 lol. But also it gets stuck in my head. Very colorful. People dancing.
Traitor's Requiem - Okay another one that kind of grew on me esp after the Pt 5 brainrot really set in. Just the ending vocals and stuff really get me and ofc the LAST VERSION HOO BOY
Bloody Stream - Okay yeah like this opening is hella good which is why I'm putting it here it's just not my favorite? Like it's pretty and colorful and great but idk don't get the hype
Stand Proud - LOOK I LIKE THSS ONE A LOT it's super pumpin but like you know just not quite my vibe but still good there are no bad jojo ops
End of the World - idont remember the japanese name right now Look as hella as it is a lot of it just doesn't hit right for me except for the very beginning and very end those hit very good
Chase - LOOK I'M SORRY IT'S JUST NOT MY KIND OF MUSIC and the vibe just doesn't feel quite right for Part 4? Like it's all monotone palate and dramatic and then you watch the show and its just teenagers screwing around and trying to swindle each other
Okay so there's my whatever opinions i need to go to bed now gnight or good morning i guess i think the sun rises in like an hour and a half or something idk
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a lil doodl before bed 💖 💖
#mchanzo#myah sorry for all th text posts guys#heres a lil art to cover it pff#i hv to get up at 4am eughghghg#anyway gnight#kunst huli
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ex.
욕해도 좋아
실컷 욕 욕 욕해
날 향한 증오가 화 정도가 될 때까지
화가 풀려 다시 돌아갈 수 있다면...
this song reminds me of 2 things:
- lonely night filled with anxiety
- pain of the war and the women who lost their men
so in 2 parts i will write my thoughts here
from november 28th 2020, posted on november 28th 2021. a year of change.
...
- lonely night filled with anxiety.
1. Nov 28th, 2020
i am all alone. friday, noon. school is soon going to be over, so i texted my best friend if we will hang out, but she is sick. ah, i have so many things to tell her. i trust her more than my parents. i was almost alone the whole day after that, one friend from america talked with me for 2 or 3 hours. some hours later we talked again but he fell asleep in the call. poor him, stayed 36hrs awake.
so now it’s 3am, cold, quiet, the only noise to be heard is the music in my headphones. my parents are asleep, same for my friends. well, not all of them. those ones in america may still be there. so i texted the first online person i saw, my friend from texas, really clingy and annoying guy, but nice and i can’t let go of people as well as i thought i would.
hey man
it's 3am
haha
and my anxiety hit me again
i waited for his response 20 minutes, he was online, i knew he could see me.
...i got a panic attack - i said at 3:48am...i kind of exaggerated, but my anxiety got me for real. i hadn’t had panic attacks since august. now it’s november.
he didn’t reply to that either. i felt pathetic, weak as hell. then i remembered this song and played it on youtube. i played it like 5 times till it was already 3:54am. then i decided to text him a bit more. then i saw he replied, but with a screenshot from a game, probably showing me a character or skin. i had no idea so i just said yeah nice.
[3:54 AM]
it's almost 4am here
i overcome such stress
but no one can help me
wanna send you the song i listen constantly feeling useless?
[4:00 AM]
ah
you probably don't want it
it's too sad anyways
4am, nice time to stay awake
good night
[4:01 AM]
i will catch some sleep
he replied with the simple
gnight
ah, this moment reminded me of my mother, she never listens to me. that woman should behave better with me. this reminded me of how alone i am.
7.7 billion people and i am here too. but i am not hot, talented, i can’t dance, sing or perform around many people. but i can write. probably no one will read this whole thing.
whenever i listen to the song i shed a tear when the last verse begins. the best verse. i love it so much.
then i felt very cold and sleepy, 4:10 am.
thank goodness when i fall asleep my thoughts are mostly about school and not about suicide. i don’t have the strength and wish to do it. and even better. my anxiety gets severe. i wonder if i can spill it in some way. probably i can talk to my best friend but not now, it’s 4am.
2. Nov 28th, 2021
Far from home, far from my friends, I was alone, I was exhausted, but couldn’t fall asleep. The night was dark like my head, filled with memories of you, the person I let go from. I can’t bring you back to me, I can’t apologize and hug you like before, it’s over. I have to get used to it.
Back in the 80s, one Spanish TV drama, had a character who lost her family in a car accident, and she said: Something changes, when a friend is gone.
Friend? Can I call all people in my life my friends? Can I hug everyone? Can I see him again, no I can’t! It’s over, I am late.
You and I will find roads, railways, airways and oceans to cross, so we can be far and meet never again. Disrance builds walls, eyes that can’t see each other, will always be forgotten...
- pain of the war and the women who lost their men
Wreckage from a war, houses destroyed, men killed, women alone, and one prayed dearly to God for hers to come home, against the odds, against the dying hope. Soon, the war will be over, men will be back, and after everything ends, she will go in the crowd, hoping her beloved is there. The same, young and happy man, the same person she fell in love with.
But almost no one came back, only a few generals, some soldiers, and yet no one was hers. He died, his life ended, without saying last goodbye to her, and their 7-year-old child. She muttered something to the little one, “your father won’t ever come back,” and the kid dropped the toy on the ground. They both cried, just like everyone else around them. Asking for an impossible forgiveness...
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