#4am screamings

[noose-lion]

Awhile back I did some mild research on controlling one's own heartbeat, I'm too aware of my own and wanted to see if I could utilize that (for a cool party trick). Turns out that the ability to do so is severely debatable and depending on who you ask impossible. What my mild research led me to believe is that controlling your heartbeat lies in extreme self awareness and near monk levels of discipline.

All this to say; Dazai is (probably) meditating. So him "lazing" around, it actually could be a "cover" for him meditating.

His ability to survive extreme brushes with death is another thing that can be tied back to this idea of mediation. Considering having control over your breathing and heart rate leads to a greater lack of panic and stress hormones, leading to a higher chance of survival. (And slower heart rate = less use of the 10 minutes worth of oxygen left in your blood when you stop breathing and a slower rate of a poison spreading throughout the body)

#just saying things afain a 4am #my stuff #bsd #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd analysis #bsd headcanon #bsd headcanons #jester thinks #bsd meta

[abyssruler]

PRINCESS AND THE FROG AU WITH SCARAMEOW WHO WAS TURNED INTO A CAT BY THE EVIL AND SCHEMING DOTTORE AND NEEDS A TRUE LOVE’S KISS TO TURN HIM BACK TO HUMAN

PINOCCHIO AU WHERE EI GIVES HIM AN ULTIMATUM WHERE HE NEEDS TO FIND TRUE LOVE WITHIN A CERTAIN TIME LIMIT OR HE WILL REMAIN A PUPPET FOREVER

LITTLE MERMAID AU WHERE SCARAMOUCHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH YOU AND GIVES UP THE GNOSIS TO THE EVIL JESTER SO HE CAN HAVE LEGS AND BE WITH YOU

SLEEPING BEAUTY AU WITH SCARA AND HIS FAIRY GODMOTHER NAHIDA WHERE HE FALLS INTO A DEEP SLUMBER BECAUSE OF THE EVIL WITCH SIGNORA’S CURSE ON HIM WHEN HE WAS BORN AND ONLY TRUE LOVE’S KISS WILL WAKE HIM UP

JUST. FAIRY TALE AUS WITH SCARAMOUCHE

#IN CONCLUSION WE NEED TO KISS HIM #welcome to another episode of me screaming into the void #yelling out fic ideas i’ll probably never write #that scarameow au tho i might #i already got the rapunzel au babies #hhh pls there’s too much going on in my brain #it’s 4am i can’t sleep help #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #concept

[beheamothscreamoth]

Hear Me Out on This-

Okay, I'm like 100% sure that someone has talked about this, but for my own sanity, I need to say it again. So, in the trailer for Touchstarved, we get flashes of the LIs' "true nature"/"hidden side" if that makes sense? We get a glimpse of what's going on beneath the surface of these characters and what they're hiding - We see the outline of Kuras's angel form, Vere's monster form, Mhin's cursed bird form, Ais and Ocudeus, but Leander?

Leander's got nothing going on, which I find both funny and a little scary- He has no body transformation, no big monster, nothing. It's just him.

From just the silhouette alone, and comparing it to the other's silhouettes in these cuts, he's Just A Guy™. He's Just Some Dude™. He's not hiding anything! :) (He is-)

I think his having no physical changes can be sort of tied into the fact that Leander is trying to present himself as more trustworthy/normal than the other LIs?? Everyone else has something going on with them in these quick cuts, but Leander has nothing but his usual sprite and FNAF movie glowing eyes (/j /lh). Leander not having any sort of changes in this cut could be him trying to convince us as the viewer/player that he's trustworthy, not just the MC in the game,, He has no transformation/glowing magic tattoos/chains binding him, so obviously he can be trusted, right?? Am I making sense??

Leander doesn't have any hidden horrors/monstrosities beneath the surface because he IS the horror /lh

#I present to you: my sleep-deprived thoughts at 4AM #Scream Posts For: Touchstarved #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarvedgame #touchstarved theory #touchstarved leander #leander #leander touchstarved #my brain is FRAZZLED fkgjndf

[tapeworrmart]

Marked 💋🔪

#Oh my god its 4am and I had such a saga with this drawing so just take it I'm done with it #My tablet ate my saves and crashed at 2am and I had to start from the beginning again. I nearly gave up. It's 4am. Literally screamed #fan art #art #sketch #character art #horror #Blue velvet #Blue velvet 1986 #David lynch #kyle maclachlan #David lynch blue velvet #Twin peaks #(sort of. They say its connected so) #jeffrey beaumont

[alena-draws]

Friend is reading Trimax liveblogging first time and I read along. This is me coping with Vashwood doodles.

#aaaouauouuuuh #that's us two screaming into the night #fanart #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #vashwood #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #it's 4am I really need to go to bed now

[p0rkbun]

I really want to touch sam's arms. Not in a sexual way it's just, they look so holdable, i wanna hold them, squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, gnaw on them, kiss them and let those arms hold me.

#😞😞🙁🙁😔😔 it's 4am 💔 #(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟted talk 101 #scream #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #melissa barrera #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream franchise #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter x reader

[johnslittlespoon]

no i'm actually going fucking insane over my last post. i was just trying to get some dates accurate for a oneshot and now i'm spiralling so hard. WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL OUR JOKES ARE REAL LMFAO.

i have never seen something more parallel to mota john's portrayal i am LAUGHING. not only the "buck, can i climb up into your bunk to keep warm?" but the fact that they were in such a nightmarish situation and he seemingly somehow freaked himself out about other 'strange things' going on in camp?

like what? ghosts? can you imagine john waking gale up in the middle of the night wide eyed swearing up and down he saw a creepy figure float past the window? almost jumping into gale's skin when gale finally relents and lets him into his bunk just to get him to shut up and stop spinning out about it?

also gale parroting john's words back at him lmfaoo it's their favourite thing to do to call back to old quotes, hey? "this is it" at the beginning of episode one and at the end of episode nine, "stone in my shoe", "don't count on it", etc etc. ugh they have my whole heart.

#it's 4am and i just meant to draft up a oneshot #and now i'm literally losing my mind i feel like a head case #i need to scream about this idek what to do #holds this information gently in my hands????? #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot

[spinjitsuburst]

blows up jay walker with mind

#the Horrors (anxiety) are getting to me and it’s 4am #so I’m just rotating the lad in my brain #if anyone wants to send asks I am. awake HDKSHDKDH #jay #spinjitsu screams #shitpost #ninjago #ninjago movie #jay walker

[desolate-flame]

im feeling so fucking insane about daisira and jonmartin parallels rn basira basically already lost daisy (or her version of daisy/the daisy she knew) after the unknowing while despite jon not being Himself (human (though this is another can of worms i wont open)) after the coma martin was able to get to know the actual jon for the first time during the safehouse era and beyond but regardless both basira and martin were in love with people who were already dead and withering away, who could not return to their old selves, who were destined for death . basira will forever be waiting for someone she know cannot return and martin will forever be cherishing a version of someone he knows he will lose ARGHH

#toxic yuri doomed yaoi fr #its almost 4am tjis is not coherent in the slightest but i need to scream about them #daisira is a qpr to me btw i think it’s important to mention #obvs ​id like to think that daisira had small moments of reprieve during the post coffin era but #my point still stands #theres not enough meta about these two pairings imo !!!! #feed me it !!! #tma #basira hussain #daisy tonner #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #daisira #the magnus archives #my beautiful brain

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

it was love that spun the world: a disco elysium + hadestown web weaving

all disco elysium quotes are screenshots from fayde

hadestown songs: livin' it up on top / our lady of the underground / wait for me (reprise) / road to hell (reprise)

#hadestown #disco elysium #web weaving #i am not the first to do this but i wanted my shot at it #ough the parallels make me want to scream #this can be longer (harry du bois has a lot in common with the loverboys of hadestown) but it is 4am. for now this is enough

[thelurkershideout]

#skyrim #the lurker speaks #the elder scrolls #ulfric stormcloak #miraak #it's 4am and my drunk neighbor is screaming so have this thing I threw together on my phone

[xjustakay]

(8/20) prompt: birthmark— 947 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content; bottom james returns) @jegulus-microfic

There really is no other sight quite like this, Regulus is certain. It’s an image he wants tattooed on the back of his eyelids, played on a constant loop in his brain: James splayed out on their bed, giving himself over to him.

James has had a long fucking day —his words upon arriving home— and Regulus was all too happy to give him something to make his night better. Though, if the whiny, desperate noises coming out of James’ mouth are any indication, Regulus might simply be making his night harder.

James’ cock hangs heavy and leaking above the mattress, the ache for it to be touched likely overwhelming, but Regulus doesn’t soothe it. Not yet. He keeps James in position; spread knees digging into the mattress, perfect ass held up, cheek pressed to a pillow where his torso’s leaned downward.

It’s been twenty minutes of this already; Regulus fucking two fingers into James, working him up right to the precipice only to slow, to stop. James’ eyes are glassy with unshed tears and the daze of his consuming need for release. Still, Regulus keeps him there, teetering on the edge of a cliff, tethered to the earth for a little longer. 

Yet again, Regulus has slowed back down. He’s downright fucking leisurely about the shallow way he pushes and pulls his fingers in and out, there but not quite enough. He mouths along James’ thighs, tan skin littered already with the indents of his own teeth, blotches of fresh purple made from his own mouth. 

Regulus’ tongue flicks out over the dark smudge of a birthmark just beneath the curve of James’ ass —a wondrous discovery, that. Teeth graze over the curve before he shifts to lick into James between the fingers he sinks back in. A long moan sounds above him and Regulus’ gaze darts upward just as James throws an arm back, clutches at dark curls.

It’s a mistake on his part, really, because Regulus stops entirely. Leans back to hover his mouth over the small of James’ back, removes his fingers entirely, revels in the fucking devastated sound that rips out of James at the loss.

“Hands on the headboard.” Regulus reminds him, voice rough.

James exhales a punched out whine but complies, his fingers curling to scrape his nails over the wood. Regulus rewards the good listening by very slowly sliding his fingers back into his hole.

“Maybe I’ll have to tie your arms up next time.”

The sound that escapes James is obscene, the suggestion alone enough to merit the reaction; the jerk of his hips into empty air then back onto Regulus’ fingers buried inside him.

“Like the sound of that, hm?” Regulus drags his free hand’s nails along the line of James’ spine, feels every notch of bone, and hums. “You’d be so pretty all tied up.”

“I— I need—”

“I know, baby, I know,” Regulus coos, trailing his lips along James’ thigh, swirling his tongue around that familiar birthmark of his. He slips a third finger in with the first two, groaning along with James at the stretch. “I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“Please, love. Ple—” James cuts off on a hiss when Regulus twists his fingers and eases them out, just to drive them in again.

“What’s the matter?” Knowing exactly what he’s doing, Regulus pulls his fingers out nearly all the way then sinks them in even deeper, curls them up to hit that sweet spot that has James wobbling on his knees. “Is this not enough for you, baby?”

“Regulus.” It’s a broken sob of a thing past James’ lips, his whole frame trembling. His palm smacks hard into the headboard, a resounding clap that echoes over his panting breaths.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. You can take it, can’t you?” Regulus’ voice is overly sweet, even with the heady sense of power he currently feels. It’s a high he will never tire of.

James hangs his head, shakes it back and forth in a rush as he tries to breathe, only managing a notably hitched inhale. “Please let me come. Please, baby, I’ve been so good, let me come for you.”

Regulus sucks his teeth and hums like he’s thinking it over. Other hand sliding over the swell of James’ ass, he lets it fall before reaching his marked up thigh. Instead, he reaches down and grips James’ cock, strokes loose and slow. James fully sobs, hips stuttering forward into the contact. He might be crying, Regulus can’t quite tell; James so overstimulated at this point it might be inevitable.

James’ hips roll, both into the slow pull along his cock and the deep press of fingers inside him. Regulus leans over, pressing two kisses against his lower back before speaking right against the skin.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me see you.”

It’s almost instant, the permission granted and James’ body tensing then trembling, every bit of him clenched and then quaking. He lets out a wounded, positively wrecked noise as Regulus works him through it. James whimpers and squirms when it becomes wholly too much. Regulus stops his motions, removes his hands.

The one sticky and warm with James’ come lifts toward James’ face where he lays. Between soft kisses along James’ shoulder, Regulus watches in awe as James licks lazily to clean off his hand.

“Alright, Jamie?” He sighs beside his ear, pushing a slick finger past his lips.

James moans softly around it, sucks it off slow with a heavy blink of tired, unfocused eyes, then releases it. “M’spectacular. Bad day forgotten.”

Regulus laughs airily into the side of his neck, presses a kiss just beneath his jaw. “Mission accomplished, then.”

#jegulus #don’t ask me how i got here #dropping smut after 4am super casually #gonna have a bedtime scream over them now #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[whatthefuckisasweep]

sighing and putting my head in my hands and crying and throwing up as i think about stanley uris and how he was the most terrified loser.

how he was deathly scared of being dirty, of not knowing where he was, of not being able to predict the world around him. how he was more scared of his world order being offended than anything else. how knowing that pennywise is real sent him down this spiral of 'what else can be real' and it broke him. but he STILL was the one who cut everyone's hand and made the oath. how bill constantly reminds him of his bird book and how it saved him. how he is more mentally fragile than eddie. how he's one of the only Losers who ever says "i can't do this", but he still gets to his feet and makes jokes right after he cries. stan uris, who, after Mike is like, "i just saw a killer bird!" goes, "what kind of bird?"

thinking about how we really don't know how his death went down so we don't know what he was thinking in those last moments. how he threw away his whole picturesque life because of a promise he made, and because he couldn't honor it. how he's such a private person, a quiet one, but he's so so so sharp and graceful. i wish they showed more of his fear in the movies, how much it fucked him up in the end.

stanley uris i think about you a lot.

#it #it book #stanley uris #stan uris #i love him. #i literally am so emotional about him. #i usually don't have two favorites #but stan is like. he's really good. the it fandom is challenging my 'i dont change my selected favourites' view #im usually so decisive about these things and i know without doubt what im going to like and not like #but this media keeps surprising me. at first i even like. did not care about stan at all #the movies made me confused about him. i was like. who tf is this guy #but now hes arguably my favorite #and i just REALLY love his character. like i love. him. so. bad #i need to rant about him rn #and i need to just scream about this into the void or else ill just like. have unfettered energy #its literally 4am. im crying. im crying. IM CRYING I LOVE HIM. #it movie #losers club #the losers club #somenoe just yell about him with me rn

[madame-mongoose]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE GO LOOK AT MY COOL ASS THEME I SPENT ALL DAY WORKING ON 🔫

#i was up until 4am last night #drew a couple of assets for it #and screamed and cried over the code with my friends #BUT IT LOOKS SO COOOOLLLL #you can play my fav song!!! #and the pixels all link to stuff!!! #and and its sparkly and the text is scrolly and cool #everyone GO LOOK GO GO GO #monnie rambles

[iceicewifey]

don’t mind me, 4am vanishay cringeposting 🫶

shay wonders what happened to make vanilla ice so distant so suddenly. they used to get along just fine, but lately he’s been so short with her, unable to be around her for an extended period of time without snapping at her or lashing out. it’s like he’s been continually stressed about something for weeks, but she can’t figure out what and doesn’t want to attempt to ask, lest her chew her out again. she’s always known he was a bit cold, but this is new to her, and conflicts with what she’d been feeling. she is no stranger to random feelings bubbling up every now and then—in fact she’d considered it a bit of a problem back in high school, but it’s so hard to squash a crush like that when the person of interest is your tall and tan live-in coworker with a pretty face... she’s considered confessing her attraction since said feelings had such a strong grip on her, but his recent behavior was beginning to make her want to reconsider. he may be been rather stoic with most others, but she’s wiggled her way beneath that seemingly permanent scowl. she didn’t know what camaraderie looked like with a man like that, but she figured they’d reached that point once he went out of his way to invite her along to the usual hookah cafe on the odd occasion their master would permit an outing... now it was rare for him to attend himself. had she done something wrong without realizing and inadvertently pushed him too far? if only she could get him to stop avoiding her so she could ask.

vanilla ice has never felt anything like this before and it feels as if it’s devouring him from the inside out, like some ironic twist on his stand. he’s never cared about a woman like this—no, he’s never cared about anyone like this. he idolizes lord dio, but he’s never felt anything of this caliber before. he doesn’t know how to process this feeling. the fact that he can’t be around her without breaking out in a cold sweat is destroying him, he’s a wreck. why did this have to happen and why did it have to be her. he tries to reason with himself about this godforsaken feeling that threatens to consume him. he’s not in love with her, a four letter word that nearly brings him to his knees. he’s not in love with her, he tells himself… but the thought of ever having to see her in the arms of another man fills him with a profound dread, the kind that spreads thru his body like a kick in the ribs. it terrifies him, and he hates it. deep in a section of his heart that he dares not acknowledge, he wants it to be him, nobody else. he hesitates to act on it; he has important duties, he shouldn’t even be thinking about her. he could never forgive himself for jeopardizing his master’s plans… but he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this suppressed.

#vanishay #posts my cringe ramblings at 4am so nobody has to see #i’m half asleep sorry if these are worded strangely #i’m a sucker for when characters have so many feelings that they just. cannot process them all #these two were a mess /aff #this is what i mean when i said it hit vanilla like a ton of bricks. except it gets worse from here #shay being all ‘he doesn't like ne anymore? :(’ meanwhile vanilla is literally fighting back the desire to just pick her up and shake her #and scream to high heaven that he loves her #he’d never admit that… or would he? :) #rubs my evil little hands together #love inflicting them with feelings <3 #oc x canon #long post

[aesthetically-meme]

Everyone needs to know right now how SPECIFIC Exist for Love is. @that-fanperson-meg COME HERE (please)

It is SO SPECIFIC FOR TWILIGHT AND DUSK. IT IS LITERALLY DUSK RAMBLING TO TK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE MEANS TO THEM, AND THEM INADVERTENTLY CONFESSING THEIR ENTIRE FUCKING EXISTENCE TO HIM.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND? CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE SO FUCKING HARD, HERE WE GO.

I've never felt like this before/my heart knew I couldn't/and then you take me in/and everything in me begins to feel like I belong/like everybody needs a home

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

When Dusk first met Twilight, they were very distant, but not in a social way. It didn't seem like Dusk was really there, they were almost hollow. It was scary to see an astral like that. However upon interacting with Twilight, they're instantly filled with life. (I'll talk more about this later teehee)

And when I take your hand/like the world has never held a man/I know I cannot heal the hurt/but I will hold you here forever/if I can, if I can

Basically Dusk saying that they'll always be there for Twilight. They aren't able to undo what's happened to him, but they can be there for him and give him all the love he deserves, whether or not he thinks he does.

And then I learned the truth/how everything good in life seems to lead back to you/and every single time I run into your arms/I feel like I exist for love/like I exist for love/only for love

THAAATTSSSSSSS LITERALLY THEM AKXNAKDNANSJWNSNW, THEY HAVE SUCH A STRONG BOND IT MAKES DUSK FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE A PURPOSE‼️

After leaving the GSA and coming to terms that they're alone, they realize how happy Twilight made them. Yes, being in the GSA wasn't all that bad. They had Maestro and their fellow astrals around them. But Twilight was family, he was one of the main things that drove them to strive for greatness. They wanted to protect the light that Twilight cast.

I can't imagine how it is to be forbidden from loving

Dusk is physically incapable of not feeling some form of love due to their matter. Upon hearing how Estelle treated Twilight, they'd immediately start clinging to him again. The idea that someone could ever be mean or abusive towards Twilight physically hurts them.

Cause when you walked into my life/I could feel my life begin/like I was torn apart the minute I was only born/and you're the other half/the only thing that makes me whole

Now, I know what I just said. But when Dusk was found by Maestro, she could tell there was some sort of enchantment over them. It blocked off their emotions, sealing them deep within them. She couldn't break the spell, but hoped Dusk would meet someone in the GSA that could help chip away at the spell via love.

Despite being with Maestro when they met Twilight, Dusk didn't immediately feel a connection to Maestro. For the first few weeks of them being in the GSA, they where kinda quiet, a bit empty. (No one could truly figure out why. Only Dusk would figure out later it was because of some sort of spell.) It's not until they meet Twilight do they suddenly become 'alive'. Dusk's soul is attracted to Twilight's wounded heart. Think of it like Sora from kh when he took in Ventus' heart. Except Dusk's soul made itself heal so they could help Twilight heal.

I know it sounds like a lot/but you really need to know/we are leaning out for love/and we will lean for forever, I know/I love you so

Clearly this must be overwhelming for Twilight, but they desperately need to know how loved he is. He puts too much on himself and not only is it hurting him, but it's hurting Dusk too. Twilight has so many people he can count on, and there's many people that are yet to be discovered.

And when you say my name/like white horses on the waves/I think it feels the same/as an ocean in my veins/and you'll be diving in/like nothing is out of place

Just acknowledging their bond gives Dusk life. It's like seeing your best friend and getting excited at the idea of just briefly interacting. You could not talk to each other for weeks and then see each other and chat like you spoke the day prior.

And we exist for love/only for love

They're acknowledging that if they were to lose the other then ... Yeah. A bit sad, but truthfully, both would be lost if the other were to die. But also speaking of their race as Heart Matter. Dual purpose yknow.

And I love you, I love you, I love you x2

Dusk will tell Twilight they love him however many times he needs to hear it to believe it. They aren't shy about being affectionate and will rightfully do anything to make their best friend feel better.

#aes rambles #aes screams at 4am #dusk knight tag #twilight knight oc