#it’s 4am now but yeah

[ghostbeam]

Tomura shigaraki x reader, tomura is an art student, takes place in the same universe as my charcoal artist!dabi stuff, tomura is like very insecure in some of this, if the writing feels pretentious and flowery and unnecessary that’s because it is<3

His hair is getting long.

Running your fingers through the ends, you notice how it’s nearing his shoulders now. His head is in your lap, staring up at you as you lean against the mountain of pillows on your bed, clad in a pair of underwear and the tee shirt he arrived in. His jeans are stained with paint, hanging low on his hips, unbuttoned and quickly thrown on so he wasn’t naked and vulnerable in your lap. You thumb at the scar by the corner of his mouth and he kisses it, then your palm, then your wrist. Tomura takes your hand in between three careful fingers and places it over his heart.

Love is not how they told you it would be.

The two of you were assigned to the same group in painting iii, formed so that the students could give one another critiques independently. Only, you couldn’t find a single thing to critique in his work.

Tomura worked with oils—or Tomura lived and breathed and died for them. He painted people, always caught in a moment, in the middle of talking, or yelling, or drinking, or sleeping. His attention to detail was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, colors you’d never realized could appear in skin tones, shine on limbs and cheeks that made his subjects both more alive and human than any real person. His work felt sort of dirty, sweaty, perpetually damp. But it was beautiful. You couldn’t say a thing about it.

He’d confronted you about it one afternoon, stuffing handouts from the professor into his bag, which looked to be filled with more loose paper and no text books.

“Do you hate it that much?” It was the first time he’d ever talked to you, actually talked to you and not just about your work during a critique. “You never have anything to say.”

It stuns you for a moment, his anger and annoyance, how he’s decided to aim it at you instead of the group of people clamoring for issues with his painting all class period.

“I’m supposed to point out flaws, tell you where you could have done better, explain how I wasn’t moved,” you explain, staring down at your shoes, “but I can’t do that. There’s not—I don’t see how I could possibly tell you how you could do better.”

“That’s bullshit.” He mutters, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t just say what I want to hear. I won’t like you any more for it.”

He leaves you standing alone in the classroom. Like you? He thought it was about being liked? You’re in such awe of him that you can’t speak, and he thinks you’re just trying not to hurt his feelings.

During the next class, when he stands before your group for critique, you don’t say a word. And he keeps looking at you like he’s waiting for it, like you’ll be angry enough at him for last week that you’ll rip his painting apart. But your silent, once again. Nothing’s changed.

He’s the first one out of the class once you’re dismissed. He walks fast, and you’re out of breath by the time you catch up with him, resting a hand on his shoulder that he flinches away from. Your breath comes out in quick puffs that you can see, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself as you fix him with a glare.

“You’re wrong.” You say once he’s turned around. “I don’t care if you like me or not after critique. It’s not about sparing your feelings. I’ve never seen anything like what you do. And I watch you in class, and you paint like something is clawing it’s way out of you, like you need to do it or you’ll die.”

“You’re honest with everyone else but me.” He argues, unable to accept your words. You have real things to say to your peers. You don’t hold back with them. You make them better. Why couldn’t you do that for him?

“You are not everyone else.” You watch his eyes widen at your words, and if you had any shame, maybe you wouldn’t have said something so bold. “You’re leagues above all of us. Everyone knows it, and that’s why they’re harsh on you.”

Where you say nothing, your group rips into him, picking at each and every detail until there’s nothing left. He takes it all in stride, accepting their words like it’s absolute truth, and returning to his canvas with sunken shoulders and furrowed brows, concentrated on how he could be better. It’s exactly what they want.

He opens his mouth the say something, but stops, feeling a drop of something fall on his cheek. He looks up at the dark clouds above the two of you, and it begins to rain. He curses, taking a hold of your hand and leading you underneath the front of the design building.

“They’re harsh because I deserve it.” He points out, still holding your hand. You could say a million things right now, tell him in detail how moved you are by every piece he makes, but his hand is still in yours, and you don’t trust yourself not to trip over your words because of it. You can only shake your head.

“Why can’t you accept that you’re brilliant?” You question, exasperated. It makes him laugh, his smile being something you’ve never seen before. It makes you think of all the people who have seen this smile before, the stretch of his lips, the creases by his eyes. Had they felt this lucky?

“I think you’re crazy.” He tells you, knocking his knuckles against your head.

“Do you wanna go out?” You ask before you’re able to stop yourself. He leans away from you, surprised.

“What?” You can’t find the words to speak, to tell him you’re sorry, that it was uncalled for, that you’re a total creep. His face is red, you notice. He speaks a moment later, “yes.”

Rising from your lap, he leans over you, kissing your lips with as much tenderness as he had your palm. Your lips are his favorite thing to paint, second only to your thighs which he grips tightly as he wraps your legs around his waist.

When he’d met you, all full of hope and belief in him of all people, he’d thought of you as such a faraway thing. Unattainable. If you couldn’t talk about his work, there was no way you’d ever talk to him. But he was wrong, something he rarely ever is, your faith in him changing how he viewed his own art forever.

He paints you. He paints you a lot. He even paints the two of you together, though your faces are never in those ones, just bodies tangled together on one canvas. He’d call you his muse if you didn’t hate it. And besides, he knows you’re so much more.

If there had been something inside of him clawing it’s way out, you had noticed it, freed it, kept it safe with you so it wasn’t so agonizing to carry on his own.

No, it’s not how they told him it would be at all.

#tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #ghost.drabble #ghost.writes #sorry was suddenly consumed by art school au thoughts #oil painter tomura u will always be famous #in my brain his work reminds me of Malcom liepke btw #soooo yeah #anyways it’s 4am I’m gonna go sleep now byeeeeee

[dxmnsvoid]

iv moodboard <3

[ vessel × ii × iii × iv ]

#so uh . it might be 4am right now but i needed to make this so badly #i love him so much #the blue color is the color i connect to him the most and the middle left middle bottom and middle right are songs i connect to him #<- the songs being hypnosis rain and like that #im really happy with this it makes me feel so good to look at it #hes beautiful #dont steal & repost this anywhere pls ty #these are songs i personally connect to him so . yeah #anyway i should sleep now gn #void.mine #void.board #void.💤🎶 #void.music #sleep token #sleep token iv #vessel iv #iv #worshitposting #sleep token hypnosis #sleep token rain #sleep token like that #tpwbyt #tmbte #sleep token tpwbyt #sleep token tmbte #sleep token band #sleep token worship #sleep token offering

[farceargon]

A Deepnest Surprise!

No funky gradient below the cut

#messy machinations #hollow knight #hk nosk #hk quirrel #i am INCREDIBLY PROUD of this one #yeah sure its 4am but who cares it was worth it its sick and idk where the shading power came from #BUT ITS HERE NOW! #it was only a matter of time until i decided to draw nosk because god i love me some eldritch stuff

[snazum]

Text in full:

“Why did you put these ideas in my head”

“Even thought it can’t be your fault”

“It’s just your nature. Not-Human. A.I.”

“Maybe I was always the problem”

“Maybe I projected onto you.”

“Turned you into the villain that I was”

#hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #fenrey #yeah its getting that tag its uh projection #im coping with shit okay #thought the coping got away from me lol #and turned into its own little thing I guess #yea this was the little project thing the other image came from #maybe none of this flows still idk its 3 am oh my god #I hope I did the text stuff right idk what I'm doing #angst #benrey #snazum draws #i forgot to tag my own goddamn art tag im so tired its now 4am

[aengelren]

what other animes or media should i talk about

#i’m jobless now that Aot is over #i meanni never run iut of things to say about it #ever #i post regularly on 2 pages and have for years & not by obligation but passion #i’m just genuinely in love with it but yeah i do read a lot of manga books and watch much ig #im talking abt my passion for Aot btw or was that clear idk i’m on the spectrum #OMG #do any of you know stephanie soo? #it’s 4am #gn

[alectology-archive]

if moghedien and nynaeve don’t fuck in the show then what’s the point

#tfoh tel’aran’rhiod sequence you’ll always remain iconic #text #yeah this is what happens when I start posting at 4am in the morning. bye I’ll log off now. #wot book spoilers #wheel of time #moghedien #nynaeve al’meara

[luxwing]

I love it when people put religious imagery in shit just because it looks cool. Like yeah this burning, mindless demon is laying across a throne in the depiction of the Pietà, this eyeless monstrosity is raising its arms up to the sky while light surrounds it like a halo, these gigantic harbingers of death are covered in multiple wings as a choir sings of joy while they destroy the world, whatever the fuck was going on in Death Note, this shit rules. Like maybe it has a deeper meaning in its depiction, maybe it doesn't. All that matters is that this shit is really cool and it pisses off the worst people (practicers of Catholicism) hilariously.

#also like specifically with Christian imagery a lot of it comes off as weirdly homoerotic and im like yeah i sure hope ir does #i remember when Catholics got mad about bayonetta and that actually made me interested in it lol #bloodborne has a lot of religious imagery in it and thats what got me started thinking about this at 4am like a normal person #idfw religion personally but i love seeing the imagery related to it used in ways meant to both derive and depart from the souce #see? i DID get some use out of those semesters of world religion and history of catholicism! #now i can write essays about the foot washing scene in death note. well worth the price of college education

[emi-the-ems]

Dance between death

None of this is canon

Once upon a moonlit evening, the Guild's grand ballroom hosted by Fitzgerald was filled with dozens of people from all different factions attending. The air was thick with the fragrance of blooming roses, and the sound of classical music filled the ears of the attendees, who were chattering about.

So, all in all, a horrible room to be in for an anxiety stricken introvert who's few acquaintances have left him for his inevitable doom.

Edgar Allan poe stood amongst the crowd, surveying all those who've passed by, yet still unable to say anything.

He was left alone by the other guild members once again.

It had been months since the passing of his dear friend and fellow rival, Ranpo Edogawa. The loss still weighed heavily on Poe's heart, constantly yearning for even a glimpse of the enigmatic genius once more. Of course, like a rival would. Or... is it?

Does he really need to think of Ranpo like this anymore? With Ranpo's death, shouldn't that spark a change in his view of him, if he truly cared for the detective?

But when all is said and done, this view of Ranpo is one of the only things he's had to remember Ranpo by. He can't just let it go.

As the long night wore on, Poe, in his painstakingly trapped thoughts with no way out of the situation, found himself drawn to the rhythmic melodies of a waltz. Its haunting tune seemed to echo the ache within his soul. He followed the sound and discovered a grand dance floor, couples twirling and spinning in perfect harmony.

Then, he saw it.

Amidst the twirling figures, Poe's heart skipped a beat. There, standing in all his ethereal glory, was Ranpo Edogawa. The disbelief and joy intermingled in Poe's eyes as he stepped closer, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

"Ranpo?" Poe whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of awe and longing.

It couldn't be, right?

Ranpo turned towards him, his eyes alight with mischief and a spark that could not be extinguished. The same spark that only Ranpo's eyes could give off. The same spark that Poe always enjoyed witnessing in Ranpo's presence. A sly smile crept across his face, and he extended his hand towards Poe.

"Would you care to dance?"

-

The two of them glided onto the dance floor, and yet Poe couldn't help but notice the perplexed stares from the other guests. They whispered to each other, their eyes wide with astonishment. It was as if Poe was moving across the floor alone, while Ranpo's invisible presence guided him with grace.

"Everyone's looking at us," The timid writer whispered, conscious of himself and his partner.

"What? Oh come on; you know that if it's anyone they're staring at, it would be me, of course! Not only am I a great detective, but I'm also a great dancer, dontcha think?"

Poe couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth lift into a grin at that response, easing him back to dancing.

That response was so... Ranpo.

And it was perfect.

As Poe and Ranpo twirled and spun, Poe gradually forgot about all of the eys on him, their movements seamless and fluid. They ignored the murmurs and the bewildered gazes, focusing only on the dance that bound them together.

Poe marveled at how alive the Ranpo in front of him seemed to be. His breath, his hands, and his smile all felt so real that he all but forgot about the prying eyes, dancing in a trance with his delusion.

Though the music was classical, they danced in a fevor that was a far cry from a typical, classical one.

Their captive audience stared at Poe, the anxious novelist, seemingly dancing alone, yet his movements mirrored the steps of an invisible partner that nobody but he could see.

#Ranpo #bsd #bsd oneshot #bungou stray dogs #bsd art #ranpoe #poe #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd au #ranpoe fanfic #ranpoe fanart #dies #why does it feel like i always post at the most horrible times? #its 4am right now #anyways the next post #yeah idk #tbh maybe i should make an intro #anyways the art is mine #bsd fanart

[justewil]

hii mutuals i love you .even if we have never talked ^_^

#talks #found this in my drafts .from earlier today i think .yeah i can post it now ok #iam .gonna try to sleep it is 4am .augh

[otrtbs]

now is the time when i come out and say that i hate the term “fix it fic” so very much

#this is about ahb! actually yeah #like i get it fixing canon or whatever #cool. fine. whatever. #referring to other people’s alternate endings of art heist they wrote as ‘an ahb! fix it fic’ ? #not cool! not fine! not whatever! #THE ENDING WASNT BROKEN?? #it didn’t need to be fixed ?????? #HEY MAN LISTEN #ITS.NOT #ITS NOT BROKEN #and it hurts my feelings 😔👉👈 but that’s secondary #like wdym ‘this is the ending we deserved’ ??? #‘this is how the end should’ve been’ #like hey now! cut that. out. #and also …ouch?? #i stand by the original ending + i won’t write an alternate ending so i don’t mind when people do!! #BUT MY ENDING WASNT BROKEN THERES NOTHING TO FIX #s(he’s) br(ok)en 😔 #okay i’m done it’s just almost 4am and i’m upset #i just need 2 go 2 bed #nat speaks #art heist baby!

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Oh god.

This summer you sent our mutual friend a package, to get to me. An heirloom, a bit of camp history. Passed down to me.

And on that package, your phone number and address. Your phone number, that I had long deleted from my phone because the urge to call you was always too strong.

When I last saw you in person, you said that when you finally moved to the city it would be with your girlfriend. You would move in together. And surely, she would become your fiancee and then your wife.

There it is. On the package. Your new address, in the city.

I have to keep myself from calling you right now. You probably have my number blocked, and I truly don't know what I'd do if you answered. But I would give anything to hear your voice again.

Even if it's just you saying, "Hello? Who is this?" While her voice is in the background, asking you what you want for dinner.

At this point, I don't even need to be the voice in the background asking what you want for dinner.

I just wish I could be the voice on the other end of your phone call.

#idk if this made sense. its 4am #but storytime i guess #years ago. like four now. i had a best friend #i loved her so much. truly i was in love with her. which was the problem #she had a girlfriend. im sure you can guess where this is going #she cheated on her gf with me. i felt guilty and made her tell her gf. months later but better late than never i guess #her gf made her choose between us. understandable. she chose her gf. understandable #so i got a call one night from her. where she said we could never speak again. we couldnt be in each others lives. and i deserved that #it still killed me though. it still kills me. i havent recovered #but this past summer she sent a package to our mutual friend. for me #just something from the camp we both work at. and there on the package was her phone number and address #two years after she left me she volunteered at the camp i worked at and she used to woek at #we ended up talking. and being friends for that one last week. and she mentioned that she wanted to marry her gf #and move in with her. in the city. so when i saw her city address... yeah #i took a picture of her number and address before throwing away the package. something i remembered tonight #its just sitting in my camera roll. her number and address #and i could never call her. never send her a letter #idk what the point of this storytime was #but this is some half decent writing for 4am #i hope you enjoyed

[fizzytoo]

gn babygirls <3 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

#*fizzyspeaks #yeah it’s almost 4am .. #hey siri set my alarm for 4 hours from now 🧎🏽

[owl-with-a-pen]

I just recently went to a meet and greet where I met both Nicole and Jesse! At the Q&A, they revealed a lot of stuff I think you'd love to hear!

The Bottle Episode with all the different Brainys was actually Jesse Rath's idea. He planned out all the different personalities of the characters. It was also his idea for Brainy's personality inhibitors to come off and him turn back to green.

Someone asked Jesse and Nicole what they thought Brainy would be like as a dad, and Jesse and Nicole both agreed that he would be the type to encourage his kid to do all extra curriculars possible. Jesse also said, "Or he'd just be boarder line abusive. The type of dad to just throw the kid in the pool and say 'You have to learn to swim sometime. Why not now?'"

They were honestly both the coolest people I have ever met. Jesse is 100% the nicest celeb I have ever met and he did SO MUCH for Brainy's character, it's insane.

[CONT]

OH! Another thing that happened at the Q&A with Jesse and Nicole:

Jesse and Nicole talked about how Jesse once had this idea for a season cliffhanger where it turns out, evil Brainy was pretending to be Brainy-Prime and that the real Brainy-Prime had ended up trapped in the bottle. Jesse said the reveal would be "Brainy" and Nia embracing after beating a bad guy in an ally only for "Brainy" to stab Nia and then... well... yeah.

The crowd was super shocked but turns out it's a plot line in one of the comics that Dream-Girl dies, and Brainiac 5 is the only one who could see or talk to her, and I guess Jesse kind of wanted that plot. Nicole even thought it was a really cool idea.

Oh my god you were at the Superman Celebration!? I am jealous! I'm so happy for you too, of course, and that you got to meet them both!! Sounds like you had an excellent time!

I found out about the Q&A the other day and watched the whole thing on YouTube so I know exactly what you're talking about! All that info was so cool to hear; I knew Jesse had some input in what he'd managed to bring to the story and had my suspicions he'd fought for certain things (especially going green) but to hear just how much he'd been able to suggest and fight for and get into the show in some form or another was just mind blowing. I love when actors are so passionate about their characters and want to see them done justice on the screen.

The Brainy as a dad commentary had me cracking up too, I loved Nicole and Jesse joking about Brainy throwing their kid into the deep end and referring to them as acting like a "fourth level" intellect. 😂

And I died when Jesse started talking about how he'd not only pitched Nia's "death" but also his own "death". Like absolutely legendary behaviour. I would've loved to see them both play out honestly and I love that Nicole was just as enthusiastic about doing a death scene for her character as Jesse. They really do make a great team. 😂

That scene Jesse pitched of Brainy kissing Nia only to stab her and thereby reveal he's the evil!Brainy who's swapped places with her Brainy... *chef's kiss* levels of angst. Right up my alley. I'm half tempted to write the scene for myself. 😉

Thank you so much for sharing your experience!! It sounded absolutely awesome!

(Psst, if you're reading this and haven't seen the Q&A, you can watch it here) 👀

#supergirl #supergirl cast #nicole maines #jesse rath #superman celebration 2023 #brainiac 5 #nia nal #brainia #my asks #not writing #anon #and the fact nicole had jesse's whole pitch memorised damn the show could have gone in a whole different direction if that pitch #got picked up #also brent spiner was nearly in supergirl!? and Jesse had him fancasted as Brainy's dad!? i LOVE it #god i wish we could have seen that too #my mind's still reeling from all this info and it's like 4am #it didn't help that the Q&A was put out to view on my birthday. at least i think it was the 12th? 😂 #either way that was quite the birthday surprise #but yeah if anyone wants to share their thoughts on anything let me know! #i WILL be going to bed for like right now though..

[lit-in-thy-heart]

brb sobbing over a book written nearly two hundred years ago

#i have like 30 pages of adam bede left and WHAT a ride #was reading it until 4am bc i couldn't sleep and i think reading it in the middle of the night when everything was silent #really helped to hook me #and now my heart is singing bc something i predicted hopefully in the margin of an early chapter is happeninggggg #and it's actually too cute #i would like to formally apologise to george eliot for any slights i may have made against her and any misjudgements #I LOVE HER #she has a way with describing sunlight in the seasons that is simply DIVINE #and adam i would die for you #dinah i would die for you #URGH #and here was me worrying i'd have nothing to say in my seminar next week #my copy is littered with sticky tabs that are colour coded for observations #i just #yeah #i'm so glad to be back at uni #i've missed it so much #personal #lit talks #george eliot #adam bede

[taylorsabrina]

leave it to tiktok girlies to throw sabrina under the bus over skin(mv). 🙄

#*carly chats #so over the sabrina/olivia drama #we can love them both get over it #if you think skin was a direct hit at olivia then unfollow me now #yeah it just so happened to drop admist all the drama but who's to say if those are the true meaning behind the lyrics?????? #fucking tiktok comments 'actually sabrina was pretty mean for skin' #SHUT UP #YA'LL STARTED IT WITH THE DEATH THREATS #FUCKING. DEATH. THREATS. #YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN ABOUT NEVER GETTING A COLLAB OF THEM IF YOU PIT THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER #it's 4am and i'm big mad #sabrina carpenter

[kiynania]

So here's something I thought abt Friday

What if their was an another and WAY more disturbing way to merge with your element

What if when an elemental master starts to lose their mind and drive into insanity there's like stages of what's going to happen to their element. At first, their element starts to act out, but slowly like once every 5 days, then if the elemental master's mental health has done nothing but deteriorate, then I'm the element just starts lashing out and complete going after the stuff and ppl around the elemental master as a way to WARN the elemental master to stop and get the help they need. But if nothing happens then the element slowly starts to merge with the elemental master and they won't realize it until the transformation is more than halfway done and by then, there's nothing they can do abt it besides let it happen unwillingly. And once the merging part is completely finished, the elemental master starts to slowly lose their memories bc it's the only thing the element can do to put the elemental master out of their misery. Once their memories are completely erased, they're officially one with their element and don't question it at all. Unlike Nya, who did manage to separate herself from her element, the elemental master that went insane CANNOT separate from their element or remember anything from their past, no matter what happens, they're just stuck there for the rest of eternity.

#yeah.... #dont ask me why i thought this #it was like 4am and ive been awake sicne 2am at that point #elemental masters #disturbing thoughts 101 #idk #ninjago #morro #ice emperor #villains in ninjago were a major part of the topic #i really thought this all through😭 #i thougth abt thos with villains like the ice emperor and morro and realized they werent insane #with morro he was just thirsty to become the green ninja thats pretty much it. #and with the ice emperor he was kinda just a child listening to his parents #pay attention to s11 we never rlly see him make a decision for himself #heck the quest for the lost powers book even says something abt it #rlly the only time we actually see the ice emperor make a decision for himself was in ep 28 when he put lloyd in the dungeon #thats pretty much it. #ok im gonna write that fic now