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dovesintherain · 5 months

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this is one of my favourite pictures of her <3

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #lucifer morningstar #brienne of tarth #it is 3am #i should be sleeping #curated gallery

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quecksilvereyes · 1 year

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oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.

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wolame-o-ccx · 1 year

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Pt2 :) another post after this but I'll wait a bit before I post it

#philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #evelyn wittebane #it is 3am #i have to get ready in 2 hours at least #its ok guys im fine #sharing caleb au

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oddsconvert · 2 years

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Literally everyone else in the world: Going to sleep normally at night by simply placing their head down on the pillow and closing their eyes.

Me: Must...imagine...whumpy...scenes

#it is 3am #and my brain thinks it helps me get to sleep #but lets be real it just develops into a fully elaborate plot #whump #whump community #whump blog #whump writing #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whumpy things #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenario

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sunntownn · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @ramunaee

#art #digital art #transformers #tfp #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp arcee #arcee #transformers arcee #transformers art #tfp fanart #this is what my art looks like when i drink coffee btw #it is 3am #sunntownn draws

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proosh · 4 months

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merry yaoimas to all who celebrate

#it is 3am #and I cannot sleep due to the horrors (blocked up nose)#(and associated ‘rona symptoms)

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keksalot404 · 1 year

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Behave your Souls!

Guardian Angel AU? In 2023? It’s a post-birthday miracle.

#omori #guardian angel au #OmoGA white #omori au #mari #undertale #chara #yume nikki #monoko #deltarune #kris #player #player deltarune #kekart #heeeeeeey 1st post of the year #consider it a return to form #it is 3am

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ya-boi-haru · 2 months

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I did a thing...

I'm no writer, but inspired by my Coffee shop au (linked) i did a little sample piece for funsies/writing practice... idk what will come of this but it was fun and interesting to get back into actually writing a fanfic piece again...

(context at the end)

Bars always seem to be a completely different atmosphere when it was day time.

All you could hear was the rustling and clinking of staff putting away the new merchandise or cleaning the equipment and the hum of the air conditioners. The faint scent of sanitizer mixed with alcohol hung in the air, strong enough to tell that the surfaces had just recently been wiped down.

As he sat patiently at one of the empty tables, Centross’ eyes glazed over the figures and trinkets that surrounded the bar. He could tell each one had been placed carefully and each section had its own theme. The tables and booths had a more ‘on deck’ feel. Pictures of great ships and sea creatures hung along the walls, surrounded by ropes tied and hung from the ceiling like shrouds or fishermen nets. The wooden tables were decorated with small ships to hold up the menus and the chairs had an aged leather look to them, which were surprisingly comfortable. The bar itself had a large, long statue of a dragon, made of a seaweed green glass displayed against the back wall, surrounded by the shelves of various amounts of alcohol.

The more you looked the more you saw, but unfortunately Centross didn’t get to look around much more as Kai, the owner of Sea Dragon, came out from the staff only doors. He stood up to meet her, extending a hand to introduce himself.

“Hey, you must Kai. I’m David, it’s nice to meet you” Centross was a little nervous. It had been a while since he was considered for an interview, he even had to buy a new button up shirt since the old one was worn out and faded.

“Yeah, I know who you are” Kai responded, her tone not doing a good job at hiding her snark and her, a bit too firm, handshake was not helping either.

“Oh, right, I guess you would after reading my resume” He tried to brush it off and lighten the mood, thinking he was just being paranoid about the way she was acting.

Kai gave a hum and the forced smile made Centross think it was meant to be a laugh. “So why do you want to work here, David?” She asked, cutting straight to the point.

Centross took a breath, trying to let the advice Wolf had given him and their practice questions come back to him.

“Well, I do have experience behind the bar, honestly, I’ve grown to love the work, it keeps me on my feet. I’m fully licenced, I have-“

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure your credentials and achievements are very nice,” Kai interrupted, “What I meant was, why here at the Sea Dragon?” she clarified.

Centross gave an apologetic look, as he stumbled to correct himself. However, while trying to come up with an answer, he noticed the daggers Kai was glaring at him.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Centross asked defensively. Gee, he had just met the woman and she acts like he spat in her face.

Kai barked a laugh at his question, looking at him with disbelief, her last bit of professionalism, now washed away. Seeing Centross’ face made her realise, he really did not know.

“You still don’t do your research do you?”

Ok, now Centross was really confused. “Are you… not the owner?” he tried.

Ocie chuckled again. “I’m Kai. Kai Feywild”

Realisation slowly set on Centross’ face. “F-Feywild?” Ocie nodded. “As in… Strawberri Feywild- oh fuck!”

“My sister” Kai confirmed, as Centross dropped his head into his hand in defeat.

So, this wasn’t an interview, it was an interrogation. God, how the hell did he not know this!?

“Hey man, ill give you this: I’m impressed by the fucking balls you have to come in here, asking me for a job, after you did?” Kai, pointed her sharp nails at him to emphasise her accusatory tone.

“Listen i-“

“No, you listen,” Kai snapped. “I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get this business up and running and I’m not going to let it all go to shit because a deadbeat, drug pusher wants to get back in to business!”

“I’m not- we didn’t-“ Centross let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair trying to find the words. “Look, that was a long time ago, I’m sober and clean and it’s not like I was the one making it-“

“No, apparently you weren’t, you’re just the one who insisted on selling it with my nephew and making my sister your dealer!” Centross gave a defeated sigh. “The only reason I called you in was to make sure you weren’t going to start this shit with me or my Strawberri again. She’s been through enough”

Centross took moment to answer, all the previous interviews and questioning coming back to him like a montage of fails. He knew he wasn’t going to get on her good side, maybe ever, but especially not right now. He had been through this enough times to know when it wasn’t working out.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, so ill spare you the details. But believe me when I tell you I am not here to start that again. The Ominous Coffee Bean is gone, it crashed and burned before it could even get off the ground, I wouldn’t even know how to get access to that stuff again and, again, even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to make it, that was Icarus, testing out their fancy chemistry, nerd shit and it failed miserably. I spent my time getting sober and clean, just like the others and I am trying to do better, Kai, but I no matter what I do, no one will even give me the time of day – which is understandable I guess but” Centross took a breath, feeling like he was just wasting breath at this point. “I truly am just looking for a job, a fresh start. Bills can’t pay themselves and I can’t keep living out of my boyfriends’ pocket. He’ll deny it, but I can tell that I’m just weighing him down. He deserves better than that and I just want to at least help him”

Kai took in everything he had said and Centross could see her processing, it all. She’d look him up and down and down at her hand, then back to him, the gears in her head turning trying to decide her next move.

Centross knew what it would be. Fuck, he should have just left as soon as he learned she was Strawberris’ sister. Maybe he can try his luck elsewhere, surely there’s somewhere that his reputation hasn’t touched.

“Alright,” Kai simply said after a long moment of silence.

“Alight?” Centross repeated, waiting for her to add on.

“You will be working the floor and are also on washing duty. You’ll start with four days a week for a trail to see if you can handle it and to see if you’re a good fit here. After that time is up, we’ll see how you’re doing and that will determine if you can stay and maybe we’ll talk about you working the bar. How does that sound?” Kai listed her conditions firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, her eyes never leaving Centross a she spoke.

Centross stared back, not processing what was happening.

“Wait, you’re… You’re giving me the job?” he asked, almost like he didn’t trust what he had heard.

“I’m giving you a chance. Do not make me regret it” She warned.

Centross had to contain the smile that seemed to spread on his face, releasing a breath of relief as the weight on his chest lifted just little.

Holy shit, he fucking did it.

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So for some context, Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to start a Barista place together called The Ominous Coffee Bean ("the name will get people curious about it") and Icarus tried to do their thing of infusing flowers into tea. Little did they know that Delosperma Cooperi can be toxic, like a bad drug or alcohol when extracted/infused. They told their business investor (they found online) about their new drink and and Centross received an email back encouraging them to keep selling it and they could use Strawberris flower business to get more of the flowers in.

They were eventually got investigated and they all got arrested for selling of narcotics and Strawberri got done for suppling.

Icarus made first bale, an anonymous pay to bale *and* hush money.

Kai had to come down from a couple towns over to bale Strawberri and Easton out and thankfully they were all given the bare minimum punishment due to bale + they didn't know the extremes of what they were actually selling and their investor couldn't be tracked.

All four did get put on a probation and Icraus, Centross and Easton had to attend clincs to get clean and to help go through withdrawal. Centross made bale late as Rae had to scrap together enough money and even ask his Uncle for help to get him out.

Icarus got hush money, Easton was seen as "the poor kid who didnt know any better" and Strawberri also left in the dark. Centross basically got the short end of the stick and his reputation wasnt good.

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idk i was just playing around with ideas for Ominous Bane equivalent??? its still a W.I.P but let me know what you think????

#it is 3am #i believe all things are written at 3am tho #fable smp #fablesmpblr #fable smp fanfiction #coffee shop au #a little darker than coffee shop but #fable smp centross #centross fable smp #ocie fable smp #fable smp ocie #ominous bane fable smp #fable smp headcanon #no beta read we die like centross

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fiftyshadesofpurechaos · 2 years

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Leo:...So if Frank turned into an immortal jellyfish he could technically outlive all of us- Jason: Jason: It's 3 a.m. Leo- please just let me sleep Piper: No I think he's onto something-

#pjo #rick riordan #funny #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #lol #humor #percy jackson and the olympians #nico di angelo #leo valdez #hoo #frank zhang #jason grace #piper mclean #3am thoughts #it is 3am

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purpleponder · 30 days

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Please excuse me if the background is too simple, I just simply refuse to draw a proper background :p

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theguyinthemathexamples · 1 year

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A Deep Dive Into God Revering Mortals' Minds, Brought To You By A God Despising High Deity.

CW: Religious Themes (obviously), Cursing?, Your Average Obsessive Worship, A Little Self-Indulgent?, They/Them Pronouns Are Used When Referring To The Reader, GN!Reader ofc :)

Pairing(s): None

Summary: A "primordial deity" dives head first into their cultists' minds—and they'd be lying if they said they expected it to be this bad.

Cake's Notes: This is my first time writing a song fic so if you have any questions or criticism regarding this, feel free to leave one if you'd like :>

Not beta read, we die like Rex Lapis.

(more under the cut :]])

"I'm crucified, crucified like my saviour."

They always prayed to you, gave you offerings - sacrifices, whether their own kind or not -, built you shrines and statues alike; all in the hopes that you'd spare even just a single glance their way.

They all sang songs, hymns, organized entire choirs and even whole orchestras for you, and anything that were wrote in your name became popular in just a matter of days, with only a month at maximum.

"Saintlike behavior,"

You weren't anything like they described - if at all, really.

Some depicted you as some sort of eldritch being, one the size of Dragonspine. A few describing you as a serpent, a leviathan, or something that held an animalistic form. Most pictured you as something with a human body, a human-like form and appearance, wearing garments akin to that of Morax, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata or even the Tsaritsa.

They weren't wrong on the latter, but what you wore? Hmph, you'd much rather spend the whole day watching paint dry than admit to them that you didn't dress like that and more like.. whatever you're even wearing right now.

You hated this.

You hated them.

Yet they were all but blinded by your fleeting gazes - seeing it as a sign that they've finally been given recognition by Their Almighty Creator, not realizing the seething hatred that they bled and held oh so clearly.

All they saw was potential inside of themselves, not your silent wrath.

All you wanted was to play this game that a friend or a family member of yours recommended, maybe you just saw it from your for you page and curiosity took the best out of you. Trapping you in a rough, neverending chokehold.

The characters you oh so loved and grinded for, now bowing on your feet and always at your beck and call, whether you liked it or not.

If you were anything, really, then it would be anything but acting saintlike. Even if you needed a mask, the term 'saintlike' would be subjective due to other peoples' opinions. Though, you were sure it'd mostly include being pure - untainted from impurities of any kind -, and having something akin to a bright aura surrounding you at all times - that warm feeling that makes you feel at home; at peace, even.

Atleast you had the Traveler and Paimon.

...Right?

"A lifetime I prayed."

All of them devoted their lives to you, with wavering degrees ofcourse.

The archons and Celestia had it worse, with the abyss and remaining survivors of Khaenri'ah being the only ones that atleast treated you like a normal human being atleast. But they still treated you like a royal - a deity higher than Celestia itself -, only speaking with you like a normal person would with another.

They gave you the rarest of gems, the most exquisite jewelry, the most delicious food and the most fulfilling of drinks.

If anything, you should've been grateful.

Well,

You would've.

But this was all too much.

Their dedication and determination scared you the most.

It was like you had this world, these people, just at your fingertips.

They thought you were their Creator, but you'd much rather call yourself an Overseer rather than the former. A babysitter, even.

"I'm crucified, for the holy dimension."

Now that you were here in Teyvat, you could hear everyone's prayers. It was like they were little voices in your head. Prayers for forgiveness, songs for praise, and many more.

You often saw them at the Church of Favonius. It had gotten quite popular ever since your descension, and you didn't mind it ofcourse — people could believe in what they want and don't, and that included you - which you respected — ... If it weren't for the fact that they made a whole law for it.

But enough about that for now.

"Godlike ascension,"

You had the power to grant people visions at will, maybe gnoses if you tried hard enough, perhaps even replicate the pre-existing ones.

Maybe that's why people tried gaining your favour alot more frequently rather than Celestia, merely a few weeks after you had "descended" into Teyvat.

Ofcourse, it wasn't that easy to get used to, but either way, you learnt how to accept it. Ignore it, even.

"Heavens away."

They treated you like absolute royalty. They all held you with the highest of regards and treated you with the utmost priority.

They gave you riches and jewels. They would all bow and bevel under your feet—all you had to do was just say the word. Why aren't you doing so?

You could get anything you wanted. Anything you desired. Anything you needed. But to you, everything just felt so... distant. As if they weren't even close to you in the first place.

Everything was within your reach, but even with your best efforts; Everything felt like they were oh-so far away. Everything felt like they weren't within your reach.

Everything did. Something did. Nothing did.

So then, why are you still here?

TGITME's Notes: AAAAAAAAAA. FINALLY. I'VE. FINALLY. F I N I S H E D .

TAKE THAT WRITER'S BLOCK. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA- *gets hit with another writer's block*

If you want me to continue this, send an ask or a dm, I'll try to do them if i had the time :D

But for now... time to sleep.

Bye everyone, happy belated Christmas, and happy advanced new year to all of you :DDDDD 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉*faints and falls face first onto a pillow*

#cherry waterfalls *#silver lined strawberries ♪#genshin impact #genshin #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin cult au #this has been in my drafts for so long #like so so long #might aswell post it now yk #to make up for my absence and my promise #...i might continue this tomorrow though 😀#it is 3am #i need to go to bed #but not now #why you may ask?#this.

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loudlyunladylike · 5 months

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don't trust your thoughts after 10pm, don't trust your thoughts after 10pm, don't trust your thoughts after 10pm (affirmations)

#it is 3am

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itscuthulubitch · 10 days

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#hazbin hotel #radioapple #it is 3am #i am tired

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flershnork · 6 months

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So I just beat Xenoblade 3 again and I started thinking, you know how all of the heroes are standing around the main party with of course the Kevesi heroes on the Kevesi side, Agnian heroes on the Agnian side, and the City folks in the middle. But like, the way the worlds split with everyone getting dragged to either the world of the Bionis & Mechonis or Alrest. Of course with the ending of Future Redeemed we know that the worlds interlink and essentially reform Earth and since everyone's souls, including the city folk's, were stored inside Origin, they will be reborn in the new World. But like, what happened to them in that exact moment where Origin was starting up again and was separating Aionios? I feel like with the effect we see of the overlapping land separating in this kind of translucent overlap, this must have happened to the people of the City, or at least those of both Kevesi and Agnian descent. What did that feel like? Was it kind of like a homecoming where they just kinda stop and disintegrate or did they feel their physical body get dragged apart into the air of the two worlds as their soul just went into the stasis of eventual rebirth.

#it is 3am #i have work to do #i have class in the morning #also. is ghondor going to have a different name in the reformed world?#xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xc3 #xc3 spoilers #xenoblade chronicles 3 spoilers #xenoblade 3 spoilers #future redeemed #xenoblade 3 future redeemed #i guess #i mean i mentioned it in passing with the whole world interlink thing

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sophthecoolperson · 7 months

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It is 3am and I just finished watching "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" and I'm thinking that this is the BEST MIX OF LIKE GAYNESS AND ACTION AND DETECTIVES WITHOUT BEING LIKE SHERLOCK OR BEING IN ANY WAY OFFENSIVE TOWARDS THE GAY COMMUNITY like Val Kilmer plays Gay Perry SO WELL and he is so believable and he doesn't even try to "act gay" but you still kind of know he's gay and it is now on my constantly growing list of best movies of all time.

I should probably go to sleep.

#val kilmer #kiss kiss bang bang #rambles #robert downey jr #gay perry #harry lockhart #gay shit #it is 3 in the morning #it is 3am #rant #i am tireeeed

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delitace · 2 years

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Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap ‘cause it loves me

@taylorswift @taylornation

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