#it's 3am gn

[doodlboy]

OUGH yummy textures

#hehehehehehehe #proud of this so far #wowowowowowooooo #elliot rambles #it's 3am gn #wip art

[sinfullyrosey]

Y/N, looking at Azul’s baby picture: Oh wow, you were so shaped. So squishy and soft. Full of so much chub to love.

Azul: What are you talking about?? I was a fat, ugly octopus!

Y/N: Fat? Yes. Ugly? No. You were a proper butterball, of whom I would have held and kneaded like dough. Bake you right into an adorable cutiepie.~

Azul: I don’t know what is wrong with your brain and eyes, but I most certainly was not adorable as a kid! Now give me that- *tries to swipe back the picture*

Y/N, dodging him: Nope. You were lovable and round and oh-so baby.~

Azul: I was unlovable! Not like I am now!

Y/N: Oh shut up, that’s just the insecurities and unresolved childhood trauma talking!

Azul: My younger self would ink himself if he saw me now!

Y/N: You peaked in your childhood and will never reach that same level of endearment until you reclaim the chub you so foolishly threw away.

Azul: . . .

Y/N: Your childhood longing is calling, Azul. Answer it.

[Jade and Floyd watching this all go down in the doorway]

Floyd, shoveling popcorn into his mouth: Yeah, Azul, answer it!

Jade: Yes, heed their words, Azul, so that we can partake in your chub too.~

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Azul Ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Azul Ashengrotto X Reader #GN!Reader #found this old thing and found it stupidly funny #I think I wrote this at like 3AM when I couldn't sleep or something..? #I know I wrote more short joke fics and they're all on my phone somewhere in my notes but I can't find them

[applestruda]

Did some fanart of the dance scene in @cherrifire desert duo anamatic

#i really hope you dont mind the tag #or the fanart #but ive seriously been such a fan of the anamatic since it first dropped #ive been wanting to draw the dance for so long now #jejwnwm #ANYWAYS IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE ANAMATIC PLS GO WATCH ITS MY FAVORITE #ive already done a ramble on how much i love it #anyways its 3am so gn #desert duo #goodtimeswithscar #grian #3rd life #traffic smp #my art #also this was a fun excuse to draw cherri's excellent designs

[yzashaven]

thinking about...

lyney who's quite literally the best at using his fingers to bring you intense pleasure. i mean... have you seen those hand movements?!? god. his fingers would curl up at just the right angles while being knuckles deep within your needy hole. licking at your most sensitive part, even sucking on it gently. fingers thrusting in an out of you perfectly hitting all the right areas that send shivers across your entire body, moaning softly for him. standing up, he kisses your lips delicately, urging you to reach your high by whispering sweet words that were dripping in vulgarity and utter filthiness that only you would hear.

"are you close, mon amour? hehe, i can feel your walls contracting around my fingers. come on, put on a good show for me~"

drawing out whimpers and moans one after another from you as if they were notes to a tune that only he was allowed to listen to. as your climax is oh so near, he won't stop his actions, not slowing down or speeding up. everything is perfectly consistent until you cum, eyes rolling back as the feeling of ecstasy takes over your body from head to toe. body slightly spasming as you hold onto his arms for help in balancing yourself against the wall while you catch your breath.

"oh? was that too much or not enough? don't worry, we have a whole night ahead of us, mon trésor. just you and i under the moonlight as we intimately explore each other's desires, lost in one another."

ㅡ♡ mon amour - my love, mon trésor - my treasure

#☾★ 3am thoughts » #lyney smut #lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #fem!reader #gn!reader

[urboned]

practicing !

#its 3am #gn snork mimimi #good omens

[cannibaltranssexual]

DON'T YOU REALIZE OUR BODYS COULD FALL APART AT ANY SECOND?

#have a doodle #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanart #art #my art #<- new tag !! #csh #bodys #this is like half shitpost half serious mostly just car seat headrest on loop at 3am insanity #was planning for that other will painting to be my first art posted on here but then twin fantasy happened. sorry #also this is like the second digital drawing ive ever finished i only spent like 2-3 hours on it the last one took like a week #mostly just traced from screencaps in case u couldnt tell by my absolutely atrocious clothing creases i have no clue what im doing #i kinda wish id picked a different scene for the first one . but i rlly wanted to go 1x01-3x13 yknow #anyways enough rambling gn little gay ppl in my phone

[lattescribble]

happy slightly belated yunofuu day!!!

#milgram #milgram fanart #fuuta kajiyama #yuno kashiki #yunofuu #0203 milgram #i think this is the first finished ship art ive ever drawn in my life #fuuta brought yuno to the arcade and she instantly fell in love with the crab plush so he just had to get it for her <3 #its like 3am where i live gn

[raitonsfw]

ahem. that famous fanart post with gojo (and his torn pants hanging so low you can almost see his- ANYWAY) yk like he's got sukuna's eyes right like two little ones underneath his actual...what if- what if i write sukuna overtaking gojo's body huh. thats an idea.

im having bad sukuna brainrot mixed with gojo atm, im so sorry guys.

but like just imagine sukuna's bad attitude but housed in gojo's body, completely marked with the thick black outlines and a scowl written on his face that creeps up into a wicked smirk when he sees you. his eyes were lacking their 'usual' turquoise glow, which made you wonder if he was hit with a cursed technique that affected his strength.

until he speaks to you in an unruly manner- more unruly than usual and everything started to make sense. (we know gojo's cocky but c'mon sukuna's downright cruel)

"you like fucking the 'strongest sorcerer', right?"

the only reason why sukuna ever took over gojo in the first place is 'cause you rejected him; all because he didnt appeal to your standards. you liked the strong type, satoru gojo fit that category long before your eyes ever glanced over ryōmen sukuna.

so he decided to fuck with what was rightfully yours- by becoming yours.

#this is a stupid 3am drabble #sukuna smut #gojo smut #jjk smut #will add more tags later #gn yall #im so sorry i didnt answer asks #i dont wanna hear yall in the comments saying this would never happen #its just an idea purely AN IDEA

[m1d-45]

judas

summary: who can be blamed for a world wide calamity? the executioner, the judge, or the jury?

word count: ~1.3k

-> warnings: mention of blood, implied death(you, but you revive after), um minor spoilers for inazuma and sumeru archon quest, as well as for kazuha lore

-> gn reader (you/yours) and unspecified traveller (no pronouns)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr

< masterlist >

to see a god is a feat most strive their whole lives toward. to bear witness to one so much holier than you, to view a deity far beyond your time. mortals pray to statues and shrines, each vying for the eye of the heavens, a select few showing off their rewards in the form of a gleaming vision.

but even those with a vision cannot see the stars. true gods- the true god is a memory beholden to only a few, to those that remember the times prior to the archon war. before the creator lifted to celestia, sequestered away far from the petty meddling of people.

they’re missed. they’re always missed. the gods have a hole their gnoses are too small to fill, a deep ache that beats with their hearts, yearning for the one they called ‘home.’ it’s not unlike the feeling one gets on a clear night, looking up to the stars, knowing the world’s so vast and you are so small, unsure whether to be afraid or comforted.

so they wish their god a well recovery? do they grieve the idea that they may die before that happens? do they grab a bottle from the shelf and bear headaches without hangovers, do they sit at a worn table and drink tea nobody else remembers, do they sleep endlessly, hoping to dream instead? what does one do, when so alone? what does one do, when the stars blanket the sky and they are struck with the remembrance of their finite lives?

mortals get up from their blankets. look away, go to bed, rise the next day with the only star they know being the one that warms the stones beneath their feet. but gods don’t tire easily, and the nights are known for stretching far longer than days.

the unlucky ones die.

the cursed are given a false prophet.

“if you remember me, then i don’t care if anyone else forgets.”

the greater lord was kind. too kind. beloved. unfairly so. how strange, she wondered, fading to dust, that she did not see her god greeting her. how odd, she thought, that the closest she had come to heaven was within the moments before her death.

it’s not her fault. it never was. the eyes that watched from celestia were hard with iron and not time, cruel with choice and not purpose. so many died, so many didn’t have to, so many fell under the foot of a fraud while their true colors hid behind a mask.

“do you remember me?”

“do you?”

it wasn’t your fault either. it never was. your chosen warrior, your first picked, saved from the grips of the one who had stolen your place. so many people, so many names, so many conversations held within proxy. the earth remembered, the people rejoiced, and yet it was only your golden companion that questioned the sea.

(the waves calmed. eons old bodies finally laid to rest. the abyss itself stilled for just a moment, just long enough to stop and watch you smile, and even now occasionally lent an ear to your pride.)

how unfair, that you once laughed together but now cry alone.

to lay eyes upon the divine is one thing. to view with one’s own eyes even a fraction of true power is enough to blind the commons, and even the most ancient dragon must bow its head. but to touch? to hold, to grasp, to feel universes thrumming beneath your fingers, the power of giants hovering barely an inch away?

“we named a constellation after you.”

you had said hello. a god, a being so far beyond mortal understanding, crouching to one knee and extending a hand to a child that had fallen. you could have walked by. perhaps on another day you might’ve. but you didn’t recognize the world as your home, and she didn’t recognize you as hers, fleeing to the guards the moment she saw something a little too bright in your eyes.

it wasn’t your fault. the ground is stained with blue and that child’s hand burns with the fire found in the core of a newborn sun, hot and new far too much for someone so young to handle. a samurai will never be able to look at his sword the same way again, but you shouldn’t blame yourself for that either. his hand holds the grip as his own shakes, red eyes struggling to take in what he sees.

the human mind reacts strangely when it sees something it doesn’t understand. it fizzles, stops, the wiring going dull as it realizes its neurons are far too small to comprehend the unusual stimuli. unfortunately, this response does not lend itself to survival, and the drive to live overshadows your cries for the same.

he doesn’t like the visit that part of town anymore. he can’t look at maple leaves without remembering how they stuck to the ground, weighed down by blood. he visits a familiar grave, tucked between two sharp cliffs, lingering far past the settling of lavender melon on the ground. he kneels there for a few hours too long, wondering of all the what ifs.

it’s not his fault either. it’s nobody’s. they were given a candlelight and were told it was a star, even as they watched the wax drip. he was doing his best, and it just so happened that in the blind grasp for a handhold, he’d pushed you away. he couldn’t see. it wasn’t his fault.

“don’t blame yourself, kazuha.”

“the tide does not stop rising when asked. neither does the guilt.”

it wasn’t his fault.

you try to remind yourself of this, at times. so does he. the two of you lie awake at inane hours of night, searching the sky for an answer.

what happened? what went wrong? was it me? was it anyone?

celestia looks down with eyes of fake steel, looking between you and the empty throne behind them. they’d finally caved, thrown the one they puppeted for the vishaps to dissect and the hillichurls to pull apart, but now worried. they’d certainly be punished if it was known they’d allowed this to happen… was it their fault, perhaps?

eyes sought out others, the council known as ‘heaven’ lost for what to do. their eyes joined yours, as yours joined kazuha’s, all tilted up and beginning to turn glassy.

the universe is so big, each star their own system, and it’s so hard to feel like any more than sand when it’s displayed so clearly. maybe it was kazuha’s fault, for not recognizing the light you shed as that of the sun. maybe it was celestia’s, for continuing to entertain an impossible fantasy. maybe it was the earth’s, for guiding you where it thought was safe, maybe maybe maybe. it doesn’t matter. did it ever? your heart burns with grief—love—as you go to bed, sheltered within a hilichurl camp. kazuha stays up too late, punishing himself with the fog of sleepiness that lasts a little too long the next day. celestia doesn’t feel guilt, for when did it ever, but the next day is unproductive, something strange taking place of the air there.

maybe it was nobody’s fault. maybe the world was disjointed, unfamiliar with your presence, stuttering for a moment as it collected itself once more. maybe in that moment of confusion, of flickering light and a burnt out flame, tragedy had struck like lightning. the universe was illuminated, bathed in the gleam of your power, able to see what it couldn’t in darkness.

it wouldn’t happen again, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. scars still ached when it rained, and the skies were weeping as it realized what had occurred in shadow.

#sagau #genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #sagau genshin #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #sagau kaedehara kazuha #sagau kazuha #gn reader #genshin self aware au #written at 3:30-4am lmao #pro of writing at 3am: words! #cons: it’s THESE ones…. #i like it when i get all metaphorical and vague like this sometimes; genuinely. it’s a cool facet of my style that i do enjoy #on OCCASION.

[murdrdocs]

attaching the blackest song in existence to the whitest boy is my most favorite thing to do ever.

#just spent 3 hrs thinking abt floetry songs w art #wrote this long as thing abt the big 3 #inspired by the heat that i think of w 00s rnb #anyways gn guys #(it’s 3am i have an exam/presentstion at 11 and i haven’t started #)

[sidneiiu]

hidden

#toh #the owl house #toh collector #the collector #the collector toh #toh the collector #the owl house the collector #god i love this design for some reason #& the sudden motivation" #its 3am gn #Sidney's Art

[mujori]

gaze

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 edit #ts4 render #sims render #simblr #ts4edit #blender render #mine #i think i want a new cpu after this 💀 #but really fun practice with the cloth physics #i wanna make more w the cloth it's cool #i havent done a fuggin edit in years #gn #if u see lighting inconsistencies... dont worry about it ❤️ #i edited this at 3am with the night filter over it and didnt realize i used a yellow hue for the light on the face .. ...

[rewritingcanon]

nextgen characters when you loyalty test them (prompt is third person calling them up saying “hey you probably don’t remember me but we met at the bar last night ☺️” 💀)

teddy: “im 46, married with two kids” (liar)

victoire: “are you trying to loyalty test me? be so fr rn”

albus: (cutting off person) “ewww who is this?🤢 SOMEBODY SMELL LIKE SHITTTT”

james: (immediate hang up)

lily: “erm ok what the flip”

rose: “i have never even been to a bar in my life 😡” (liar)

hugo: “i have never even been to a bar in my life 🤔” (truther)

scorpius: “….you have reached the voicemail!!” (he’s clearly hyperventilating when he’s talking) “scorpius is very sorry! um! scorpius cannot get back to you right now! please leave a message ok thank you ok bye!”

lysander: “how dare you?? how about you come talk to my girl instead and keep the same attitude?” (impersonating lily) “stop talking to my man bitch ✋🙄”

dominique: “lol WHAT 😀”

lorcan: (genuinely thinks this person just wants to be friends)

roxanne: “now im gonna hold your hand when i say this…”

fred: “girl im so sorry but they really played you like this”

louis: (has already failed the loyalty test once before) “oh NAH”

molly: “i sorry i dont english” (hangs up)

lucy: “wait ft me rq i need to screen record this for video proof this is happening to me”

#its 3am i shat this out in 10min so sorry if i butchered the characterisations #gn. #hpng #hpcc #cursed child #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #rose granger weasley #hugo granger weasley #lily luna potter #lysander scamander #lilysander #lysily #victoire weasley #dominique weasley #roxanne weasley #fred weasley ii #molly weasley ii #lucy weasley #louis weasley #rose weasley #hugo weasley #lorcan scamander #teddy lupin #albus potter #james sirius potter #hp next gen #hp nextgen #rewriting #scorpius doesnt know how muggle phones and the voicemail system works. pass it on.

[yzashaven]

ahhh just some wanderer brain rot not proofread!! and reader wears a skirt :3

"be quiet... and stay still." he whispers as you squirm a bit in your place. he has you sitting on his lap facing him in the library of the sumeru akademiya, the house of daena, while he's working on his vahumana papers. the few passerbys simply think that you're both just a cute couple that wanted to be near each other at all times. little do they know you're actually cockwarming him. thankfully, your skirt had enough length to cover up the truth of it all. "why do i have to do this again?" you ask him, "because it help me focus, now hush." he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you even closer to him, resting his chin on your shoulder to peak over and read the text written on his papers.

whenever someone is nearby, he'd tease you by lifting your hips up a bit and thrusting up. it takes every fiber of your being to hold back that moan, archons, why does he always have to hit that one spot at the perfect angle each time too? and whenever you clench around him, he lets out quiet groans directly into your ear. sometimes even with a small whimper, calling you a tease and all that. if you were being good throughout it all, rest assured that you'll get a reward from him right after that. oh he's gonna fuck you sooo good, don't you worry.

#☾★ 3am thoughts » #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #fem!reader #gn!reader

[dodgebolts]

sorry i know I said I was going to sleep but also my brain is just on a constant loop about how Dream is so dedicated to his friends like when brainstorming the USMP his first thought was to make space for snf and karl and quackity and his new friends from squidcraft like farfa and spreen, then in development he made sure to dedicate part of it to techno by immortalizing his achievement on the leaderboard, plus he’s called up tommy and tubbo and more than likely invited them on as well because he misses just playing with them and hanging out like Dream is truly the most loyal person in the world like you have a shooter for life with him by your side and he tries as best as he can to stand by his motto and bring all his friends with him to new boundaries in the minecraft sphere 🫶

#this is probably incoherent it’s 3am I should be asleep. #Okay gn for real my eyes are shutting already #lyss.dream

[pipcore]

vaguely twewyish dave

#my art #fanart #homestuck #digital art #dave strider #hs dave #very bad artblock tonigjt but it might just be this pen im not really a fan of it but like.. #i wish i was #it looks so cool #but i cant get it to look the way i want #alas... #ok gn its 3am #hs fanart