#just let me be with you tonight
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is it cold outside?
It’s very cold at my house again and I needed to find some warmth
#boyfriend to death#btd rire#sketch#lucien rire#btd#rire#silly doodles#i love him#dad#warm me up#I need your attention just as much as before#I've been quite worried these last few days#so I want your protection. I don't care if I don't achieve it#just let me be with you tonight
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#I made this to let out the feels of loving my friends who love me back#if I haven't met some of yall I would have literally killed myself so I am forever grateful#and the fact that those feelings have returned....but I still have you guys....it's heartwarming to know that#I love yall#*I walk away to cry out my emotions*#I am not sure if I will make it to the end of the year tbh but I also want to in order to be around my pals and to play games with them#that's how important yall are to me#god#sorry for being so emotional on a thursday night. it just hit me really hard tonight hahha
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drunk Bakugou that keeps blinking big wet eyes up at you while you help him get undressed and brush his teeth and wash his face. he’s slurring the whole time about how much he loves you and how pretty you are and how you’re the better part of him and how he’s gonna marry you and give you two and a half kids and a dog and a cat. muffles half of his confessions into your stomach where he keeps resting his heavy head, and doesn’t care about the tears and and toothpaste he’s getting on you in the process. no, he doesn’t remember everything when he wakes up, but he has an idea of what he’s said when you wake up with a grin, ready and armed to tease him.
#okay gn lol#I want to get this big man so drunk that he has to be carried like a burlap sack over eiji’s shoulder#the image of this has me in literal tears#he’s a lightweight too and I think that’s so cute of him#okay but Eiji who can hold his liquor really well 👀#and tries to take care of you and bkg at the same time 👀#but the two of you just concocted a plan of climbing this mountain of a man tonight 👀#okay now let me write about caretaker Eiji who never really gets more than buzzed#and offers to care for you (and maybe bkg too 👀) after a night out 🏃🏽♂️#I’ll write it in the morning for I yam sleepy#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬#tw: drunk
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On Tim's Boat
*Tim and Bernard are laying in bed sleeping, limbs entangled as Bernard sleeps on Tim's chest*
*at 3:47am Bernard is awoken*
Bernard, swatting Tim as he is squinting in the dark: Hey grasshopper? Is that a sleep paralysis demon-
Tim, shifting slightly, eyes still shut, basically sleepy mumbling: you wouldn't be hitting me, you'd be paralyzed
Bernard: then I think someone is stealing clothes from our closet
Tim, running his hand through Bernard's hair so Bernard knows he is listening: don't know why, we are the pits of fashion, they should be stealing from Sophie and Louie's closet, or even Tammy and Lauren's closet
Bernard: is that... Robin?
Tim, wide awake now, swiveling his head towards the closet: WHAT?
Damian, standing there in a Robin outfit looking through their clothes in the closet, gathering a pile on his arm: Your father wants you to call him, Drake
Bernard: Robin works for Bruce? Actually, that's not surprising.
Robin, walking out with a pile of clothes on his arm: I am confiscating these *walks out the door*
Bernard:
Tim:
Bernard:
Tim:
Bernard: Guess you could say he was... Robin us.
Tim: You're lucky I love you
Edit: Part 2
#Bernard: did Robin seem a lot shorter to you? there has to be multiple robins cause i swear the marina robin is a lot taller#Tim: *sweats nervously*#i love the 'damian suprisingly loves hand-me-down clothes from his siblings' hcs so just him stealing clothes from his siblings#but he didnt realize bernard and tim were living together and therefore have the same closet so he also stole bernards clothes#dont worry i am making a part two of this for when Bernard finds out Damian has been accidentally stealing his clothes too#tim drake#damian wayne#bernard dowd#timbern#timber#i had to make them cuddling cause you know that is the only way they would both have incentive to go to bed other than like... passing out#that is the only way to not have them in a fully dead sleep cause they passed out from exhaustion cause they both have poor sleep schedules#Tim's is like 'i go out as robin every night so i dont sleep at night' and Bernard's is like 'I let my whims take me where they must#and if that is a 13 hour frantic rabbithole about mothman that keeps me from sleep then i wont sleep that night i guess'#but if they cuddle they wont start other things and will fall asleep talking and tim will just be like *montone* 'oh no guess I wont patrol#tonight. oh well its been slow anyway' and he actually goes to sleep so your honor i had to make them cuddling for the sake of storytelling
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The scene where the brides of Dracula almost bite Jonathan is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever read and I will die right here on this hill
#and i’ve read a LOT of ao3 okay#i did dracula for my a-level english coursework and this was riiiight after my sexuality crisis#but before my monsterfucker awakening#let’s just say i re-read that a lot#i. really should’ve realised i was into monsters earlier shouldn’t i#“are we to have nothing tonight?” HI YES YOU CAN HAVE ME I’M FREE ALL WEEK#morgan speaketh#dracula#brides of dracula
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minedai week day 3: flowers
Prompts
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza series#yakuza 3#daigo dojima#yoshitaka mine#minedai#minedai week#minedai week 2023#snap sketches#its monochromatic oh you KNOW im dragging my ass#ill do day four later tonight#also yay to me i got to draw a dragonfly tail butterfly :) i was legally required CMON WE GOT FLOWRES#they're only found in southeast asia but lets just say one got reaaaaal ambitious and fucked off to japan for a minute#ok i have to start preparing to go back to my moms :((( weh :(((
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Garet is literally so friend shaped. I can't believe how friend shaped this boy is. (top pic is actual dialogue)
#golden sun#garet#ivan#guys im sorry i spent all day on this and also a smidge of oc art#im in pain and im not going to die but wow#my sister was like do you want me to drive you to the hospital and i told her i do not have the finances for that so no#and then she texted me fifteen minutes later to say#if its only the money issue i will help cover the costs#and i wont say what she googled that made her so concerned as an end result but uh lets hope it aint that ???#hopefully i can sleep tonight cause i have almost zero sleep in my system#bc i started to hurt a lil after midnight ?? like then i postponed sleep to take pain meds#and then woke up constantly and couldnt stay asleep#so i really just wanna go to bed
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#idk if this makes sense but like#generally this is my stance on The Issues#a lot of purity culture in fandom spaces is based on this idea of like. if i don't like this thing it's Morally Wrong for these reasons#and i'm justified in hating on it instead of just letting other people have their own opinions and interpretations#i see a lot of this in the life series fandom specifically and it bothers me a lot#enjoy what you enjoy. other people will enjoy things too. it doesn't matter if it's 'incorrect' who cares honestly#anyway that's my 3am rant for tonight. chillax#astro speaks
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Watching La La Land with Simon
Watching my favourite movie with my favourite boy <3
Warnings: Crying? idk... La La Land induced pain
I tried not to spoil the movie tooooo badly, but that's harder than I wanted it to be with the nature of this fic... SO GO WATCH LALA LAND. Also this is the first time I'm writing simon and I... wow I really need to work on my writing. Any serious feedback is appreciated!!! I'm literally typing this at midnight instead of playing COD or doing my homework, so me noggin's a bit blended ya feel?
ANYWHOODLES!
ONTO THE PAIN
Initially, Simon didn't understand why you were so excited about watching the movie with him.
"S'just a movie, love."
You defended it against that implication, citing the various awards, amazing cinematography, acting, and music that somehow rolled into the best movie ever.
So there you two sat, bowl of popcorn and drinks of choice on the side table, lamp dimmed low and comfiest blanket wrapped around the two of you. His arm on the couch behind your head, your leg resting on his and your hips connected. He watched on in amusement as you sung along to the first numbers, surprisingly on-key with the fast-paced melodies, and wiggled along to the beat. A smile tugged at his lips, his chest warm and fuzzy watching you so happy over the movie.
He didn't understand why you squealed every time Sebastian and Mia were on screen together, or why you pointed out the color of Mia's clothes until the end, when you started sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's an engagement party, love, what's so bad about that?"
"He just missed her PLAY, Si! She worked for months on it and he had to stay at the stupid photoshoot and-"
You broke out in sobs when they broke up. Simon paused the movie to comfort you, dragging you into his lap and wrapping your soft body in his hard, strong arms.
"Shh, s'alright love. All movies have a happy ending, right?"
He knew he messed up when you started crying more, tears larger and trembles more prominent. When you calm down enough, through his kisses and soft strokes along your hair, he bundles you in the blanket and begins the movie again.
When it ends, he sheds a few tears as well. "Damn." He let you cry it out through the playing of the credits, wrapping you in his arms and carrying you to the comfy shared bed, Riley waking up from his nap and following into the bedroom. Simon laid you down on the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it in the dirty bin then kneeling on the bed to get between you and the door. He engulfed your frame in his, wrapping his limbs around you like a vice and shoving your face into his chest. He smelled of clean musk and cigarette smoke, his warmth lulling you into a doze.
Before you fully passed out, he whispered to you;
"I'll never leave you, love. You're too perfect, an' I'm too selfish. I love you, sweet."
His heart skipped in his chest when you returned his feelings.
#Simon Riley x Reader#Simon Riley x You#Simon Ghost Riley x Reader#Ghost x reader#COD#COD MW2#Call of Duty#Simon Riley#Simon Ghost Riley#Inspired by a movie#This is so self-indulgent#literally just wanted to imagine him looking at me with heart eyes while I geek out#this is my shifting motivation tonight okay#let me COPE#and it's another day of SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
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So my roommate is also into One Piece. I’m not sure if he’s watched any of the anime, I know for sure he’s watched the live action, but earlier tonight he came upstairs and watched a few episodes with me while waiting for a food delivery, and then he got hooked, and then he sat and watched MORE episodes with me without really knowing what was going on. But it was still wildly entertaining to him, esp since I’m right in the middle of one of the (arguably) best arcs rn, and now he wants to finish the arc with me LOL. NOBODY is immune to One Piece propaganda. Or Bon-chan 🥰
#Shima speaks#IT WAS JUST REALLY FUNNY#Like he’s been spoiled to a lot of stuff and has general knowledge of some things#So he knows (as well as I) about what’s going to happen to Ace#But yeah I’m in the middle of Impel Down and it’s absolute fucking CHAOS rn. Insane.#He was like. How much more are you going to watch tonight.#And I was like well I usually go until right before bedtime when I’m binging it#So he was like let me grab my blanky :) LOL#We started chanting PRISON RIOT!! PRISON RIOT!! PRISON RIOT!!!!!#Idk it’s just nice. I usually don’t get this kind of reaction to stuff I watch#My parents don’t like anime and my sister. Well she likes it but only specific series#So I couldn’t rope her into OP even if I tried lol#So having someone be like ooooh what are you watching it looks good I want to join!#IT FEELS NICE. OKAY. I don’t get that ever!!!#I don’t have the kind of family who would be willing to watch anime with me#And tbh I get jealous when my friends tell me they watch anime with their parents#I doubt my parents would watch anime if I were on my deathbed and asked them to. LMAO#Not faulting then it’s not their cup of tea which is fine. It just makes me sad#*them#Bc that’s just. Such a HUGE part of my life and who I am. And they don’t know anything about that side of me#Or about the things I’m into#Sorry didn’t mean to get emo in my tags. Anyway.#I was gonna watch more OP during my lunch break tomorrow BUT since my roommate also wants to watch more. I will wait :)#Never have to do that usually! Huh!! How fun!!!#One Piece
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Sound - A Triduum Story
Malchus can feel the heavy gazes of the others. He ignores them. His own eyes are pinned to the door they guard, listening to the drip of water condensing and dropping onto the floor. There is no rain, but the air is damp, as if the heavens are drawing out the wet stores of the earth in preparation for a storm.
Customarily, the chill would make him wish for his bed. He’d grumble with his fellows about the weather, about the work, peppering complaints with a few stout curses. But there is no discussion tonight. Malchus sits hunched forward, forearms braced on his thighs, and he waits.
What are they waiting for?
Cold fingers touch the lobe of his left ear. He turns to see Jesse, who’d touched him, withdrawing, fingers curling into his palm. The apology is gruff. “Just wanted to see.”
That’s a lie, thinks Malchus, turning back to the door. They’ve already seen tonight. What’s left is to believe.
Malchus doesn’t ask permission before he rises, taking the flask which hangs on a wall hook, and the keys there beside it. The eyes of the others follow. He unlocks the door and slips in, shutting it behind, and then pauses, palm flat on the wood. He takes a breath.
Drip.
Drip.
The Nazarene’s hands are chained so that he must stand. His head bows, forehead resting against the bruised back of his right hand. He lifts himself when Malchus enters. His lips, which had been moving silently, still.
Malchus holds out the flask. Then, as an embarrassing afterthought—the man is in chains—he uncorks it.
“It’s just water,” he assures when the man doesn’t move to drink. He tips the flask close enough to meet the cracked lips. The Nazarene swallows twice and then pulls back, chains jingling. His face is wet. Tears, Malchus thinks, until he hears the drip of water dropping onto the man’s head. It slides down his temple and dirty cheek, carving a clean track through the crust. Malchus re-corks the flask.
It’s not quite fear that he feels. He had felt fear on his knees in Gethsemane, blood down his neck and a howl on his tongue. The world was silent, then, and shrieking, dizzy with pain and the terror of new loss. When strong hands cupped his face, he clung to them. He grabbed hold of words he could not hear but lips he could see moving, breath he could feel on his face, brown eyes he could see.
And then, he could hear.
It was as if he’d never before heard sound, not true sound, but only echos, half-formed, half-heard, until that very moment when he heard truly. Each noise was crisp and new. Around him were the night birds stirring in the trees, the puffed breath of the disciples, the crackle of licking flame, the creak of leather belts. He heard them all, and he hasn’t stopped hearing since. Creation is vibrating, uncountable voices overlapping in the same tremulous song. Even the breeze seems to have a voice, and the water running on stone. Even his own heartbeat. They cry out when the rest of the world is silent.
“What did you do to me?” Malchus asks, voice barely above a whisper, for everything is new and he cannot make sense of it.
The Nazarene’s smile isn’t mocking. It’s as quiet as his voice, and it crinkles the corner of his good eye. “I know how long you’ve waited to hear.”
They’ve never met, of course. Of course not. This man doesn’t know him. How could he? Malchus has taken great pains to hide his gradual loss of sound. Each year, the muffle covers his ears a little more, stealing his senses, deadening the world to him. If he misses a call, he plays it off. If he cannot hear his wife calling, he feigns captivation by his task. He does it well, he thinks, well enough. Perhaps his wife suspects. But only he knows, only he and his God. And this backwater Nazarene with an accent pulled from Galilee’s fishing waters—because Malchus can hear the accent now—cannot know Malchus. How could he? No, he does not.
But he knows.
Malchus is sure, standing before this man who made him more than whole, that he is known. Known, and known truly. And here stands Malchus, his jailer. His enemy.
“How could you know?” he asks, eyes searching the Nazarene’s. The water drips, drips. A rat scritches at a bit of stone. “I can’t do anything for your case. They’re bringing you to Pilate.” His grip tightens on the flask—his only offering—and the stale water it holds. The words pour out of him. “I’m a guard. They told us to go, so we went. I had no stake in it, see? See, we were told to go. I was told to go. I never intended—”
“Malchus,” the man says softly, almost fondly, as if he is interrupting a brother and not one walking him to his death. “Will you pray with me?”
The request startles Malchus out of his own thoughts. He pauses, wary of some trick. Without meaning to, his hand rises to touch the warm outer shell of his ear, tracing the connecting point between the cartilage and his skull. There’s not even a seam to show where it had been severed.
Mouth dry, Malchus finally nods, and the Nazarene closes his good eye. The water slides again down his temples. His words fill the damp space, and Malchus recognizes them at once, joining the recitation:
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return.
The Lord gave—”
The man breathes in, and Malchus breathes with him.
“—and the Lord has taken away;”
Their breath stirs the stale air of the room. All has finally gone quiet. The Nazarene opens his eye and tips his head to look up, past the stone roof, past the courtyard and the trembling earth, to the heavens, spread out over them like a tent. The water no longer falls. The rat is silent.
“Blessed be the name of the Lord,” he says.
#not art#triduum#writing#holy week reflection#I think a lot about Jesus in the cell on Holy Thursday night#He had been abandoned and beaten and betrayed#so every year on Holy Thursday I imagine sitting with him in that cell and praying with him#But last year I was in a rough place and felt trapped in my own failings and habitual sin#and as I was sitting in the pew and feeling so pathetic and weak and like I had let Jesus down#I heard him tell me “Tonight I'll come sit in your own cell with you.”#so if any of you are feeling trapped this year or like you've failed at your faith#Just know that Jesus will come sit in your cell with you no matter what it is#He'll just sit with you and quietly love you#also I feel like Jesus was thinking of all people suffering from insomnia when he was in that cell. they must have been on his heart
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Shilo and grefgor have a lovely picnic with their lovely pheasant while they wait for emizel to wake up from being impaled by a nearby branch
I forgot to bring the pheasant back for the picnic, please forgive me
#jrwi the suckening#jrwi grefgor#jrwi grefgore#shilo bathroy#shilo bathory#I fucking loved this one actually cuz it let me do my most favorite thing ever: overthink shit#like if emizel is impaled on a branch would he be dead or does that count as a staking?#these are vampires if they’re having a picnic they need blood so where is it coming from?#grefgore would NOT be having a lovely ANYTHING if one of his princes was just impaled#stuff like that#also! the doodle prompt ask thing is ABSOLUTELY still ongoing but this is probably the last thing I’ll actually doodle tonight#thank you anon!#tw gore#maybe closer to cartoon gore?#omgart#OH OH also in the last panel Grefgore is using his hands as a makeshift bowl so Shilo can drink#I figured this was probably an armored pheasant ask but I am. so so at romantic interactions so that’s kinda the best I got
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chief seo showing up with a FUCKIN SWORD btw just so you all know if you even care
#chief seo hey its me your#Number One Fan#just letting you know um i'm free tonight haha#just throwing it out there#this is cool i'm fine#🙃🙃🙃🙃#the worst of evil#screencaps coming soon stay tuned
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This is gonna be super random and sappy but I just wanted to say--i watched hazbin almost 2 weeks ago and I've been obsessed ever since. Like complete and total brainrot. On my mind 24/7. My spotify wrapped will never recover. I found your tumblr thru your ao3. I love your fics, and then I saw your art, too! I was never really an artist myself, i always wanted to be, but art and drawing isn't something I ever had the patience for despite trying many times throughout my life to do it, I just never stuck with it. But then I saw your face sheet for alastor and I thought "I would commit unspeakable crimes to be able to draw him but I'm not the kinda person that draws so :( " but then I thought!! That's dumb!!! I'm gonna try drawing him!!!! So then I did!!! And it took a while and it isn't perfect but I didn't hate the process-- I actually had fun-- and I feel satisfied with what I ended up drawing. It felt good. And that's all thanks to you!! So now I'm looking forward to drawing again later and I feel more motivated to stick with it this time than I ever had before. So thank you for that!!! Thank you for sharing your art 🫶 I hope you have a lovely day ✨️
I'm crying (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) That's - I'm so happy I could do that for you. Drawing is such a wonderful feeling, and I'm so so so happy you experienced it and are going to draw again!!!
Seriously, my heart right now. It's exploding with emotions and I'm ldsfnsljfnslkj ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ
The face sheet was meant to be a drawing reference/guide so feel free to use it whenever you want. In fact, I have a few other Alastor drawing guides you're more than welcome to use too.
I plan on making drawing guides for the other characters so if there's someone in specific you want, just let me know!
If you ever feel up to it, I'd love to see your art as well! No pressure of course, only if you want to ^.^
#seriously this just#dlknfdskljnsjbgs#my heart has grown three sizes today#I'm sobbing in the club tonight#happy sobs#seriously#if you want drawing guides or face sheets for any of the other characters let me know#I plan to do it anyway eventually#so this will be good motivation!#ask#anonymous#anon
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One day, Kevin will turn thirty.
He will sit down at a table at a fancy restaurant that Allison booked, enjoying the company of his friends and family as they celebrate him. He’ll open gifts, one by one, smirking or rolling his eyes or sometimes begrudgingly thanking the giver for their effort.
And then Jean will walk up to the table.
He will silently drop a tiny box onto it. Puzzled, Kevin will pick it up and remove the lid.
Then the air will freeze in his lungs.
Because he knows this key. He knows exactly what it belongs to. That miserable gift given to him by the Moriyamas. A key to the black, expensive monstrosity of a car that Riko once owned.
He’ll stare up at Jean with a betrayed, wounded look on his face – only to find Jean’s smug one returning his gaze. Then his heartbeat will gradually pick up with each word Jean says.
Wore that motherfucker to the ground, Jean will say.
Mechanics say everything is gone – brakes, shocks, steering.
250,000 miles – with this kind of car? Such a waste.
You’ll have to trade her in, he finishes. She’s nearly worthless now.
Again, there’s an almost maniacal glee to his confession. Because Jean is sick of this one last thing from Riko constantly hovering over Kevin’s head. He’s sick of Kevin paying for that ridiculously overpriced storage unit to store the stupid vehicle. And he relishes in the ability to slowly, systematically destroy something of Riko’s, just as he once tried to do to him.
And Kevin gets it then. He gets that over the last ten years, Jean had taken that spare storage key he gave him and driven it. He’d overworked it, driving it until it became a rusted bucket of bolts because he knew Kevin couldn’t. But he also knew Kevin couldn’t sell it without the Moriyamas seeing it as an insult. The only way to truly get rid of it was to wear it out. Wear it out until it couldn't be driven. Until Kevin had to trade it in.
So Jean had done so. Gladly.
Kevin can’t speak. He can’t even begin to put into words how much this means to him. To finally have this weight off his back. To finally be rid of this cursed, stained, and ill-begotten gift.
But Jean knows. He can see it in Kevin’s eyes.
And there's one thing Kevin knows for sure: he's going to have a hell of a time picking out Jean’s birthday gift next year.
#Got Kevin on the brain tonight folks#just driving home today thinking wth is he going to do with that car?#Oh I know#you can read this as#kevjean#kevjerejean#or none of the above#but just know jean got VERY lucky if he was in a relationship that night#lets go 2023#writing for the win#aftg nonsense#Kevin Day#Jean Moreau#aftg shenanigans#all for the game#aftg#my works#for the life of me I couldn't find this reference to the car in the extra content but I swear it's there somewhere
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and his son is the ceo of a comedy web series streaming service
#sam referred to himself as a nepo baby on tonight's game changer and i was like??? who tf is making you a nepo baby#his dad was a GUY let me tell you#i just kept getting more floored as i kept reading#that's literally just the summary of impressive stuff too#sam reich#game changer#dropout tv#college humor
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