Everywhere I Look I See Your Face

"I used to believe."

When I was a child, I used to look forward to bedtime with a sense of wonder. Each night when I lay on my dirty mattress, I would look for faces in the air around me. Swirling in that hazy DREAMWORLD were angelic presences that nurtured and listened to my cries. I would only see them a few times a year, but when they did decide to reveal themselves; it was uniquely beautiful. Their eyes were soft and kind, their fingers caressing the fog from my breath with gentle strokes of genius. Their searching hands were painting pictures that wandered and fluctuated within the colored dots you see when you stare at a light too long. A bird flying through the eye of a needle. Three golden strings braided into the hair of a puppet. A floating hourglass with the sand swiftly falling to a halting conclusion. Images and shapes swam before my wide eyes and lulled me to a peaceful sleep. The faces watched over me. Over time they came together into one single body. The faces were only one single face, pale and shining in the darkness of my room. The frequency of her visits increased as I got older. Her features became clearer, and she was beautiful to me. She wore a tattered black dress and she sometimes seemed to have wings as she hovered above me. Distinctly I remember hearing her voice calling me. It was faint as a whisper but had the quality and effect of the loudest scream. I was just on the edge of falling asleep and I sat up in bed as her words shot through my head. She was calling my name. She was calling out for me to return to her dwelling place. In that moment I felt a chill, far deeper and colder than anything my frail body had encountered before. This is the cold that sits beyond winter or frost and only inhabits giant refrigeration units in factories. Synthetic and alien, the cold gripped and scared me. That was the end of her. I grew up quickly. One could say I grew up before I was supposed to. Over time I forgot about the angel and as the sand quickened through the glass, I stopped believing in the face that once haunted me. Its features grew sinister, and my memory cast a shadow over thoughts of the creatures that hunt in the night. Then they came. Everything changed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1234 1234 nothing but faces abcd abcd staring faces ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world is dark and the stars are cold now. The glass has run out and my head hurts. I am older and still dwell in the same room I grew up in. As it turns out, drifting through life was the right way to go about it. Life had extraordinarily little meaning aside from that which I assigned to it. I assigned nothing because I was too busy searching for something to hold onto. Someone to tell me what the truth was. But there is none. No truth can save any of us from the unflinching end of our time. Now at the end I wish I could have believed what others believed. I wish I could return to the faith and glory of a past life where I was unflinching and innocent. But the dead eyes have started staring again. Everywhere I look I see your face, and it has grown tired of twisting into that of an angel. False prophets abound in the land of the living dead, and I see her now for the monster she is. There’s nothing I can do though. I am resigned to the fate of constant failure and never-ending letdowns. I’ve learned that hope is the only thing that keeps anyone going at all, and if I must fall and be disappointed to allow myself to hope, so be it. The time is up. The glass is empty. Take me, for I go willingly and embrace the belief which has grown beyond myself. The last thing I saw was your face before I fell asleep again. ----------------------------------------------------

thx for reading

My little sister rarely posts photos of herself on social media but she did just now and im fucking devastated to see it's edited af. Where are your cute little chubby cheeks what did you do to my sister

working myself up getting really stressed out & upset about tragedy jokes online I fucking hate how everyone pretends they’re mocking the us government as a free pass to joke about a very real & very fucked up tragedy

Do you ever figure out your Type and you go Oh No cause it’s just 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

I just want to say something in my rosé haze on a Friday night

What bothers me most about people is that it's so easy to ignore issues that do not affect us personally

It is so easy to say "that's not my problem"

While I encourage a lot of people to stay out of toxic energy, I don't encourage them to stay out of it if their voice is needed in the matter

Just because it doesn't pertain to you personally does not mean it doesn't matter

It does not mean you shouldn't speak up about it

It does not mean you shouldn't be outraged about it

It does not mean you shouldn't educate people around you about it

In a lot of cases, your voice can make a difference.

Especially on a platform like this. I have a lot of friends on here, none of them are from the same country as mine. I would argue that 99% of my followers aren't from my country, either.

So when I speak up on a matter, even if it doesn't pertain to me personally, it's because I care.

We should all care.

We should not only care about ourselves. We should not look away when it gets uncomfortable. We should not shy away from the ugly or seemingly impossible.

It all matters. It's all important. Whether it pertains to you or not.

Staying silent is enabling.

tired of the porcelain skin mods for bg3 i want more pores and blemishes on my guys actually. more dirt.

I HATE HIM!!!

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

Reblog with why you hate him

Welcome to the Midnight Mission. My name is Mr. Knight and this is Hala. How can we help?

Screaming, crying, being so emotional and obnoxious now because I woke up to this Amazingly Glorious piece from our beloved @minilev​! Anna you have no idea how happy I am to see this image come to life! You have done such an amazing job and I can’t stop staring! Its them!!!!! The details! The recreation! The way you made sense of the costume idea for my girl! I’m just so in love with it! Thank you so much and everyone when you get a chance commission this wonderful artist! (cooler tone version under the cut)

Everyone's acting like nothing happened

“and i am doing okay in the back of my mind all i hear is your name”

1 & 13 🤩

HEWWO OP!!! Thenku for asking hehe...

1. Fav (overall) Photocard?

Ok, well... Famously we all know I have a billion PCs that I love so this is just ONE of my favs... Broadcast Levanter Channie will forever be one of the PCs that I just can't believe I own... Like you're telling me I can open my binder at any time and he'll just be there? He's MINE? It still gives me butterflies when I see him because he was my DREAM photocard for so long and to finally have him after so long... Like??? Sure he cost an organ but the happiness I feel when I see him just chilling in my binder all pretty??? Unparalleled! 🥹💗

13. Fav Pre-Order Benefit

I feel like it's pretty obvious because I take him with me everywhere... Like I take him to every fancy outting I go on because I wanna take pics in my lil Sanrio PC holder... Yes24 Maxident Chan is something that can be so incredibly personal... He's such a pretty boy and the fact that he took a selca with the roses in my fav fit for him for Maxident styling... 🥺 Tell me how to recover... I adore this POB so much it feels like I'll throw up everytime I see it...

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sometimes you just have to look yourself in the face and say what are we gonna choose. are we gonna keep making everything into a joke and something to mock and survive that way or are we gonna look for the light that has to be there on the other side of this. i have to fight for it. you have to say i do value sincerity and hope and i want to look for the light coming through and fight for that instead of just getting by on spite alone.

parasocial enemies with ultimate guitar. ultimate guitar watch your back because im out there.

ok so heres what happened

choso has your name tatted on his v-line and surprised you with it when he was fucking the shit out of you.

he loved you so much and couldn’t deny that; he always thought about you and always yearned for you. if he saw flowers in the store, he would get them for you; if he saw something he thought you'd like, he got it; it didn’t matter the cost.

there was no doubt in the love he felt for you; he wanted a reminder of you everywhere he went, so he got your name tatted in your favorite place.

your name with a little heart beside it. when he looked at it in the mirror, his cheeks turned bright red, and he had a huge smile on his face.

he knew he had to wrap it, but he couldn’t wait, so he got you in bed, stripped you and himself down, and got to work.

avoiding taking off his briefs so you couldn’t see it yet. you could tell choso was a little happier that day, but you just went with it.

it wasn’t until he had you on your back and was giving you deep strokes with his briefs down to a point that you noticed little “scribbling.”

“what… what’s that?” your breath was short from the pleasure you were receiving; it was almost like you were hallucinating, but it was too dark.

your hand reaching out and touching it was definitely real. taking your finger and hooked it on the hem of his briefs and tugged it down, your eyes going wide.

he takes your hand, slides his fingers in between yours, and leans down, giving you a kiss on the cheek and pushing into you deeper, a moan slipping past your lips.

“focus baby.” his voice soft as he pushed into you again deeper, pressing on your soft spot and staying there, pushing his briefs down all the way.

sliding his fingers out of yours, sliding his finger over the tattoo, and looking at you through his eyelashes, his face getting red again.

“how’s that? you like it?” your mouth ajar and a laugh escaping your lips. reaching your hands to his face and pushing him into your lips.

“i love it.”

that tattoo is a reminder of how much he loved and cherished you.

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.