#even sleepier now !!

[tizzymcwizzy]

a little adrinette ipad sketch i drew to cheer myself up :)

[enden-k]

its so hot and humid im srsly gonna die ughhhhh i took a nap after work and it was twice as long as usual bc heat always makes me so dangerously sleepy 😩 protect your heads n eyes and hydrate enough yall

[yukipri]

I feel like over the month+, I have like 1-2 hours a day max where I feel relatively awake, and every other hour I'm fighting bone-deep exhaustion. I'll bring it up with my doc at my check up on monday, but tbh i know the solution so idk if she can help

And I can work-work when I feel half-dead, or rather I force myself to because I don't want my cats to starve, but when it comes to creative stuff, it's like my mind is slippery sludge dribbling out my eyes...

The Solution, of course: just stop working 3~10 AM every day (and then taking a short nap, working during the day, and then taking another short nap, hours vary but repeat), and maybe get at least 6, ideally 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep at least every other day, ideally every day.

But do I see that happening? No.

Like rn I know I desperately need to edit fic and reply to comments and do several arts but I'm nodding off at my desk after boss DMing me work at 5 AM and dealing with repair people since 8:30 AM...

[exdraconi]

ˋ°•*⁀➷  jai piyawat ratanaporn  ,  he  /  them  :

member of squad three. thirty. rider to phayanak. kind, conscientious && attentive ╱ reticent, self-critical && zealous.

gentle  hands  guiding  you  on  your  first  steps,  the  cold  that  seeps  into  your  bones  in  their  absence,  the  warmth  that  welcomes  you  in  the  form  of  a  creature  you  would  not  expect,  the  fire  burning  bright  within  you  to  protect  those  you  care  about.  the  wind  that  brushes  your  hair,  the  ground  that  disappears  under  your  feet,  the  sky  that  welcomes  you  home

BIOGRAPHY

( death, illness tw )

you  are  raised  with  warm  hands  cradling  you.  helping  you  on  your  first  steps,  tucking  a  knitted  hat  over  your  ears  during  winter,  the  smell  of  herbal  tea  whenever  you  fall  ill.  there's  always  a  warm  bowl  of  porridge  when  you  come  home,  and  a  calloused  hand  to  run  through  your  dark  hair. you  only  have  your  mother,  but  never  once�� do  you  feel  like  your  family  is  half,  for  her  presence  fills  every  room  she  steps  in.  you  swear  that  her  smile  can  rival  the  sun. she's  a  physician,  loved  and  well-regarded  through  the  kingdom.  a  lot  of  people  come  and  go  to  see  her,  plenty  of  visitors  stopping  by,  some  having  to  stay  for  longer  amounts  of  time,  some  leaving  as  soon  as  they  have  been  treated.  you  start  helping  her  from  a  young  age,  and  she  teaches  you  her  craft. you  want  to  be  like  her  when  you  grow  up.  to  help  people,  regardless  of  who  they  are.  you  want  to  be  the  warmth  of  a  home  she  offers  to  others,  and  you  work  hard  to  learn  and  become  her  apprentice. life  is  great  — until  everything  turns  upside  down.  you  are  away  from  home  for  a  school  trip,  only  for  a  few  days,  when  you  return  to  find  your  mother  on  the  bed,  bandages  wrapped  around  her,  injuries  littering  her  frame  that  even  her  medicine  cannot  heal. other  healers  tell  you  it's  the  infection  that  takes  her  life,  slowly  spreading,  making  her  more  and  more  feverish,  less  coherent.  but  you  know  better  that  it  was  someone.  someone  you  don't  know,  someone  who  did  this  to  her.  even  in  her  last  days,  she  refuses  to  tell  you,  not  wanting  to  fill  your  heart  with  ill  thoughts.  you  don't  want  to  spend  your  last  moments  with  her  poorly,  so  you  do  not  ask  one  more  time,  yet  you  know  it  to  be  impossible. she  passes  on  a  rainy  day.  you  are  sure  you  will  never  be  the  same  again. that  same  week,  you  meet  phayanak.  he  becomes  your  ray  of  light  through  the  ever-consuming  grief.  giving  you  purpose,  making  you  realize  that  while  medicine  is  a  way  to  help,  there  is  a  much  better  way  out  there to  protect  others  before  they  come  to  harm,  before  any  evil  can  be  spread  to  the  innocent. he  becomes  your  companion,  and  your  most  trusted  friend. it  becomes  an  easy  choice  to  join  the  squad,  and  you  do  everything  in  your  power  to  be  a  good  member.  in  your  heart,  you  will  always  seek  the  truth  of  what  happened  to  your  mother,  but  protecting  lyris  keeps  you  busy.  gives  you  a  purpose  you  desperately  needed  all  those  years  ago.  and  you  swear  to  yourself  that  you  will  do  it  well,  no  matter  what.

[aria0fgold]

I need to write but I've no brain power to do that I'm so sleepy and my brain is lagging so badly I cannot think of Words.

[bakingmoomins]

had a weird day today

[isa-ah]

bro I'm so sleepy I can barely hold my phone what the fuckkk

[orcelito]

Anyways,

Nicholas on stilts lol

[jyunism]

mental block is crazy

[caitlinsnicket]

viktor relationship headcanons

warnings: if you squint, you might see something a little intimate, but other than suggestions, there's nothing.

a/n: surprised myself by not only writing this so quickly but also by not including any filth. wow.

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi

He lives for shoulder kisses, treating them as a sort of stress reliever.

You visit his lab, bringing him a cup of tea (to make him sleepier and get him to bed quicker), and as you pass by, you lean down to kiss his shoulder.

Even through his shirt, he can feel your warmth, and as you leave, he manages to relax a little more.

Sometimes, before you go, he'll hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, his lips wandering down your wrist and arm until you start pulling him away from the workbench.

On good days—the days when he doesn’t feel as much pain or discomfort just from breathing—he asks for your help removing the harness he wears around his middle section.

He doesn’t actually need the help, but he loves the way your skin feels against his, especially during such an intimate moment, and he savors every second with you.

Putting the harness back on is a hassle, but it’s easier now because you understand.

It’s one thing to force your help on him, and another to ask if he needs it. He appreciates that you ask—and that you back off when he tells you to.

Another bittersweet aspect of your relationship is that he’s always cold. While it’s uncomfortable for him when he’s alone, it’s the best thing in the world when you’re around.

He’ll shiver slightly, and you’ll appear out of nowhere, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and pulling him close, tucking his hands under your thighs and kissing his nose until he’s boiling hot.

You also insist that he drink more warm beverages (except coffee—you banned that from your apartment ages ago), wear thicker clothes, and even use masks in the lab because his colds are always worse than expected.

Viktor insists he’s a grown man perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but when you hold his hands in yours and blow on them, he swallows his pride and lets you. Your love comes in waves like these, and he’s learned to catch as much of it as he can.

He doesn’t pay much attention to his appearance. While that unintentionally makes him a hundred times more attractive, it becomes a problem as he grows more important. It’s hard to explain that he can’t show up to an important meeting looking disheveled and that he needs to fix his hair before leaving the house.

So, you sit him down on the little bench you use to get ready yourself, using some of your products to tame his hair, smoothing down stray locks and ensuring he looks polished. The entire time, he fights to stay awake because of your gentle touch, eventually resting his face against your belly and breathing you in.

When you’re done, it’s a bit hard to get him up and out the door, but you manage by peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose. His heart races at your affection, and he promises to return as soon as possible so the two of you can be together again.

At some point, while redecorating the apartment for the millionth time, a picture falls out of one of his books: it’s him as a child, holding up a toy boat with a huge smile on his face. The sight makes you momentarily consider starting a family right then and there, so you call him over to show him.

He stutters, trying to snatch the photo from your hands, but you stop him, giggling at his embarrassed expression.

"You were so cute as a kid! I mean, you still are, but you looked so small! Baby Vik!" you tease, and he buries his face in his hands.

You end up framing the photo and hanging it on the living room wall, right beside one of your own.

But his absolute favorite thing the two of you do together is bathing. He never saw the point of it before—showering was easier and more practical—but now, he needs at least one bath a week just to keep going.

You fill the bathroom with bubbles, scents, and soaps, and he gets to sit back and relax with you in the warm water (which soothes his pain) in a dimly lit room. He loves it: your hands gently touching him, the care you take to ensure he’s comfortable and content in the tub, and even washing his hair for him.

He finds it almost pathetic how completely in love he is with you.

[ignorethisbloggghhhhh]

@herdisturbedheart

I have definitely noticed that things got worse, maybe after that first or second blocking, it started getting more out of hand. I think if I was anyone else, or just a little less forgiving, I may have left a while ago. but alas, you're lucky (or unlucky depending how you wanna look at it) I have too much forgiveness in my heart. despite this entire situation, I can still see more than enough benefit to not leave you. it's shallow perhaps, but I simply weigh my friendships on pros and cons, and with you, despite how bad this may have gotten, you've still got enough to outweigh that to me.

I'm just rambling from here on out now but, I don't know if you've had your therapy session this week, but I presume you have/will/or perhaps you should bring up this situation with her. dunno if that would help anything, and you've probably definitely done or thought to do this already.

and something else, don't wanna ruin things immediately again- but I did remember something. and as an express display of trust, I'd like to say something that I've also kept "hidden" (not really though?): I have 3 blogs you don't know about, that's all. that's all else I could think I'm hiding. it's not expressly hidden, and you have the same, so it shouldn't be an issue. just thought I'd get any hidden sins off the table and such.

[coldweatherhater]

im awake for 37 hours and counting

[starryjake]

horror | p.s

in which you can’t sleep because of a horror movie your boyfriend, sunghoon, made you watch, and he finds an alternative way to get you to sleep.

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

includes: f receiving oral sex, cockwarming, nipple play (lmk if i missed anything).

looking over at your sleeping boyfriend beside you, you actually felt aggravated. it was nothing that he did, just the fact that he was able to sleep so peacefully and you weren’t. in fact, he looked quite pretty whilst he was sleeping, but you couldn’t even think about that right now.

just a few hours ago, sunghoon had begged you to watch a horror movie with him. you didn’t like horror and he knew that, but he told you he’d tell you when to look away from the screen, so you thought you were safe. but, of course, sunghoon did not warn you of anything, too engrossed in the movie to realize when a scary image or jump scare would appear.

so now, as you were trying to sleep, you were terrified. you couldn’t get the disturbing images out of your head. it was the middle of the night, you were tired, and you just wanted to sleep like sunghoon was, so easily.

you gently laid your head on his chest, thinking that if you were closer to him, it might help. for a moment, it did. listening to the soft thumping of his heart in his chest and inhaling his comforting scent, you found yourself getting sleepier and sleepier.

just when you thought you had a slight chance of catching some sleep, a loud sound coming from your upstairs neighbors had you practically jumping out of your skin. it made you flinch so hard, you ended up waking sunghoon up in the process.

“baby, baby, what’s wrong?” he questioned urgently, discombobulated from just waking up.

you sat up in bed, switching on the dim lamp on the nightstand. he groggily sat up with you, rubbing your back while you caught your breath from being scared.

“you’re such an asshole for making me watch that movie,” you told him.

“aw, c’mon honey, it wasn’t so bad,” he cooed.

“yes, it was!” you argued. “i’ve been trying to sleep for hours but i can’t because i’m too scared. and you were able to just fall asleep in five minutes and it’s not fair.”

sunghoon, with slightly tousled hair from sleeping, pouted at you. he trailed his hand up from your back to your head, gently petting your hair.

“i’m sorry, my baby,” he gushed. “my poor thing. you’re probably so sleepy, aren’t you?”

“yes,�� you whined, sniffling in annoyance.

“lay down for me,” he urged, patting your pillow. you sighed, lying down on your back. “good girl. i’ll help you sleep.”

you frowned a bit at what he meant by that.

he laid down on his side next to you. he set his large hand on your stomach, which was clothed by one of his oversized t-shirts. he rubbed your stomach over the fabric for a moment before slipping his hand underneath and slowly sliding the shirt up higher until it was resting under your chin.

with your chest being exposed now, the cold air in the room immediately hardened your nipples. you gulped, already feeling distracted and excited for what was to come.

sunghoon softly kissed up your stomach, kissed between the valley of your breasts, and then focused his attention on one of your breasts at a time.

he bowed his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently on the small bud. you moaned quietly, bringing your hand up to play with his hair.

“my poor girl,” he mumbled against your breast. “my scared, sweet girl.”

you whined, tugging on his hair to get him back down to your nipple. he smiled, sticking his tongue out and circling the bud for a bit before enveloping his mouth around it again and sucking on it gently.

the feeling of your almost painfully hard nipple getting suctioned in and out of sunghoon’s warm mouth was mind-blowing. you had to admit, you were already beginning to feel more relaxed just from him sucking sweetly on your tit.

with his other hand, he squeezed and massaged your other breast, gliding his thumb over the nipple which made you writhe from the sensitivity.

you were beginning to feel it in your stomach and everywhere below. you squeezed your thighs together but it didn’t do much to ease the ache. you knew what you needed to make it better and luckily, sunghoon knew too.

he departed from your nipple, leaving it wet to the cold air which made you shiver slightly. he began kissing down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, your pelvis, and stopped when he made it down to the flimsy pair of panties you were wearing.

now positioned on his stomach between your legs, sunghoon was face to face with your clothed pussy, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from it. he brought his thumb up to rub your erect clit over the thin fabric, feeling your wetness seeping through.

you moaned already despite him hardly doing anything. you were just already so worked up and needy for him to touch you, even if it was just rubbing your clit with his thumb.

he dug his fingers under the top of your panties and began peeling them off, slowly dragging them down your legs and finally off all together. he then spread your legs again and stared at your pussy in front of him, literally feeling the drool gather in his mouth from how badly he wanted it.

“fuck, baby,” he cooed, gently caressing your inner thigh. “your cunt is so perfect.”

“please, hoon,” you whined.

“i know, honey,” he said, his voice soft and deep in the lateness of the night. “i’m here. i’ll take care of you.”

he leaned in and placed a kiss right on your clit before licking a stripe down your folds, gathering your wetness on his tongue. you moaned out, flicking your head back.

he glided his tongue up and down your pussy, feeling and tasting your smooth, gummy folds and your pearly little clit.

“tastes so good, baby,” he said, gripping your thighs to prevent them from closing around his head. “and it’s so fucking wet.”

“please,” you cried out, humping your hips up in an attempt for him to suck your clit.

“what, honey?” he asked, pulling away from your cunt. “tell me what you need.”

“my clit,” you told him, embarrassed yet too desperate to wait around for it. “please.”

“such a sweet girl,” he said with a proud smile. “using your manners so nicely. i’ll give you what you want, baby.”

he leaned back in and wrapped his lips around your clit, practically making out with it. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you spread your legs even wider, as wide as they could possibly go.

“that’s it,” he urged. “show me your pretty pussy, baby.”

you let out a lewd, loud moan at his words, wanting your entire pussy in his mouth now. you wanted more. you wanted him to absolutely ruin you and to lick your needy cunt until you were shaking and begging him to stop.

he stuck his tongue into your hole, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue. he massaged his tongue inside of you, his nose bumping your clit every now and again. you found yourself grinding your hips onto his face, trying to get his nose to hit your clit more than it was.

“sunghoon,” you cried out. “fuck, it feels so good.”

he pulled away again for just a second in order to spit on your cunt, then he was going back in and licking it all up, spreading it around your already soaked folds.

you could feel a warmth growing in your stomach, one that was warning you of how quickly your high was approaching. you stared down at sunghoon, watching his thick eyebrows and how they were furrowed in concentration, focused and alert despite having woken up from a deep slumber only a few minutes before.

you appreciated him doing this so much. by now, you were so fucked out by his tongue massaging your cunt that you couldn’t even remember what the dumb movie was about.

“hoonie,” you whined, tugging on his messy mop of hair. “i think—fuck, i—”

“you gonna cum, angel?” he asked, squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “i can feel it. i feel your pretty clit twitching in my mouth, baby.”

you moaned high pitched and pathetic, not caring about anything except being able to cum. you needed it so bad and you were so, so close.

you shut your eyes and concentrated on the knot in your stomach, concentrated on sunghoon’s tongue as it slid up and down your cunt and the purely lewd wet sound it made as he did so.

“fuck,” you cried, actual tears springing in your eyes. “please don’t stop.”

sunghoon wouldn’t dream of it. you were about to cum all over his tongue and he would get the pleasure of drinking it all up. he’d be an idiot if he stopped now.

“cum on my face,” he urged, setting his hand on your stomach to keep you from squirming too much. “c’mon, baby, wanna feel it all over my face.”

you gripped his hair even harder to keep his face pressed against your pussy. a few more hearty licks up and down the length of your cunt and the knot in your stomach finally snapped.

a choked gasp escaped your throat and your legs went numb as you started to cum, sunghoon continuing to eat your pussy as you did. he could feel your cum drip into his mouth, making him moan against your drenched cunt.

you couldn’t even utter any words. you could barely even moan. all you could see was white and all you could feel was the sensation of sunghoon’s sloppy tongue drinking your pussy like it was alcohol.

when he felt you release your grasp in his hair, he pulled away after leaving your cunt with a kiss to your clit. he looked up at your face, smiling at your heavy eyelids and red cheeks. so spent and so pretty, he thought.

he grabbed your panties from off the floor and began to put them back on you, but you stopped him.

“wait,” you said.

“what is it, baby?” he asked, pausing with your ankle in his lap.

“want you,” you mumbled. sunghoon stared at you in confusion. “want your cock in me while we sleep.”

if sunghoon wasn’t so exhausted, he could’ve done a backflip from excitement.

he threw your panties back off and laid down next to you, positioning you so your back was pressed to his chest, both of you on your sides.

as he pulled his long and fully erect cock out of his sweatpants, he kissed the back of your neck softly, which made your already heavy eyelids even heavier.

he lined his leaking tip up with your slick hole and slid in slowly. you let out a sleepy moan, intertwining your fingers with his and resting your hands on top of your stomach.

once he was fully inside, he let out a sigh of relief from the feeling of your tight, warm cunt wrapped around him.

“do you think you can go to sleep now?” he asked in a whisper, his voice right beside your ear.

“mhm,” you mumbled sleepily, already beginning to feel yourself drift off.

“good baby,” he cooed, kissing the side of your head. “sweet dreams.”

-

does he know i need him 😩 anyway thank u for reading friends!!

[cesium-sheep]

I think growing up people had a very hard time differentiating between "trigger" and "cause" when I'd get migraines or whatever they are. they'd always say they were caused by not eating enough or not sleeping enough or not drinking enough water, but doing those things after they started never made them even the tiniest bit better aside from the passage of time during those attempts. they may well could have been triggered by those but tbh the pattern doesn't hold up very well.

now I know there are a lot of things that trigger my illness that was probably underlying those migraines or whatever they are, but the cause is my immune system getting upset and throwing a tantrum. drinking water can't affect that trajectory once it's already started. sleeping it off doesn't work because it still just wakes me up with the same severity as usual once it hits the peak (although it may help ease the recovery once it's ebbed enough to actually sleep).

like. super not the same words yknow?

[aria0fgold]

GIVE IT UP FOR MEL RAMBLING NO.5! I feel... so deranged... Like I can fight god and have em listen to me ramble about my OCs deranged. Okay, I swear, I swear this will be the last post for the day about Mel.

It'll be a short one. Basically just wanna say that most doors in Mel's house aren't the circular turning down, but the one where you push down on, with a similar design to a toilet's flushing knob thingy. Why? Cuz at first, Mel only had 1 cat, and he lived at an apartment then. He wanted to teach Ace how to open doors and so he did.

Ace liked opening doors himself that when Mel got his own house, had most of the doorknobs replaced so Ace can easily open em. The only ones with a normal doorknob were the rooms to Mel's studio and office cuz he wouldn't want the cats to mess up the fabrics and he needs to work in peace for his job.

It was all fun and games where Ace was the only one that can open the doors to suddenly all 24 can, cuz they copied Ace. So there are moments where Mel forgets to lock the door and suddenly the doorknob's turning and then bam! Cats running inside.

He especially needs to keep the door to his bedroom locked, cuz Mel sleeps with all his hair piled to one side where it's mostly on the floor (it's why he keeps his bedroom exceptionally clean). Perks of also not moving much during sleep. But whenever he forgets to lock the door, the cats are now zooming inside, jumping on him or playing at his hair. He never gets much sleep then cuz getting em all to go back out is impossible.

[phagodyke]

given up on sleeping for now this is just getting silly