#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

[seagullcharmer]

i'm so tired y'all

[orcelito]

Anyways,

Nicholas on stilts lol

[jyunism]

mental block is crazy

[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

[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.

[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?

[phagodyke]

given up on sleeping for now this is just getting silly

[satanghulu]

under a trance!

✦ PAIRING: mammon x reader ✦ SUMMARY: mammon goes under anesthesia. shenanigans ensues. ✦ WC: 0.7K

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“Yer’ so cute.”

The sight in front of you could only be described as endearing. It was cute, unbearably so. The ditzy look on Mammon’s face and his dopey smile makes you want to pinch his cheek, but you refrain from doing so to maintain some form of dignity.

��Thanks?” You answer, shifting his current position to sit upright, prompting him against the wall as he flops around like a boneless pack of goo. You stifled a laugh. Lucifer had assigned you to pick up Mammon from the dentist, which you had initially assumed was for a regular dental checkup. Though looking at the state of the demon in front of you, he definitely had undergone some kind of procedure. 

“Who are you?” Mammon threw his arms over you as he leaned into your chest to take in a deep inhale, “You smell so good.” He mumbles with his cheeks squashed against you. His half-lidded eyes were hazy and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a quick pat on the head.

“I’m your human.” You said simply. His face scrunches up into an adorable frown as he pulls back to pout at you. The sound of the door opening sends Mammon scuttling back with a groan, knocking his head against the wall. Thankfully, demons are hardier than they look, and after a quick checkover, you twisted to see who had entered the room.

“Ah, you’re here to pick Mammon up right?” A person? demon clad in all white, presumbly the dentist, questions you. He peers past you to look at the patient, who is hissing at him and taking a defensive stance. It was pretty amusing to see a full-grown man curl in on himself to exhibit behaviour similar to the cats that Satan feeds.

You nod.

“Great. He just took out his wisdom teeth and is now under anesthesia. The effects should wear off pretty quickly.” The dentist starts, tapping on his clipboard before handing you a stack of instructions. He then continues to overwhelm you with a long list of aftercare steps that you have already forgotten. Noticing you were distracted, Mammon had taken his chance to cling onto you again, nudging your hand to find its place on the top of his head. You take it as a cue to start petting him.

It was kinda sweet how little inhibitions the Avatar of Greed had when he was medicated. It makes your stomach do a flip whenever he directs you a dorky grin. It almost makes you wish that he could be more forthcoming but his brand of tsundere was what appealed to you to fall head over heels in the first place.

Somehow, the admission that demons had wisdom teeth came to you as a surprise and the thought of it was pretty funny. Briefly, you wonder if the other brothers had already gone through this process.

From your position on the bed beside Mammon, you idly continue your action of stroking his head while he mumbles gibberish into your chest. And you’re pretty sure he’s also slobbering on you if the wet patches on the front of your shirt were any indication. (And of course, you jumped at the chance to take multiple photos and videos and had already backed it up.)

“Mammon.” You tried to admonish him. He lifts his head dazedly at the sound of your voice, and you can’t help but change your tone to coo at him. It was so adorable to watch him preen under your attention. It was a rare sight to see him like this and you were going to exploit every opportunity you could. 

You kiss the top of his head.

“No… I have my treasure…” His voice had shifted to a sleepier tone even as his arms tightened around you. But seriously, he has you in his arms and he’s still thinking about Goldie? You were slightly offended at the thought.

“Ya smell like them… My treasure. Treasure!” Mammon roared, suddenly biting the corner of your shoulder hard. A flash of pain jolted through you at his unexpected movement.

“What the-- Ouch!” You quickly swatted him with the back of his hand, glancing down at your shoulder to see the damage sustained. A clear impression of the bite mark was imprinted right on the edge, though thankfully, it wasn’t as deep as it had felt.

You pull back to look at him disapprovingly.

“Treasure!” He slurs happily with a dumb look. This time, you kind of wanted to punch him.

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a/n ▸ dorky mammon has my heart. also i know I'm terribly late for his birthday whoops