#my sleep schedule is fucked

[joneevarts]

Old men yaoi

[secretly-a-trekkie]

woke up an hour ago, looked in the mirror and had a thought ™️

[konjiang]

Bro, I had a dream about reading a fanfic and I need to write it down before I forget.

Mobei-jun realizes that humans don't court with violence like demons do, and he realizes this whole time Shang Qinghua just thinks he was beating him for no reason. And then he tries to court him the human way, and SQH just thinks he's cursed.

SQH then goes to SQQ to ask and complain about the situation just for SQQ to beat the shit out of him and call him dense and a dumpster fire of a writer.

Meanwhile, MBJ is like upset and asking LBH for advice. LBH was like, idk why you like him. He's not shizun. So, instead of giving MBJ advice, LBH just swooned over SQQ for the whole meeting.

I think it ended with SQH almost dying, and his last words are 'I love you, my king' before passing out. They kiss and have sex. The end.

I swear the dream felt so real that I had to double check my ao3 history. I remember the tags, too!

[celestial-same-picverse]

If this post gets 300 notes, I will stop staying up until 10pm surfing the internet when I should be asleep.

[zekescherries]

i wanna write something where zeke has the founding titan and the restorationist (including grisha & dina) are 10x more pushy with what they want

[izzabela]

In the Mafia's Eyes - Lin Kuei Siblings x GN!reader

in which the deadliest mafia group's leader and two brothers have you in their sight

a/n: i was scrolling through and i laid my eyes on the most beautiful fanart EVER, so i asked permission to use it (as you can see, i got permission) BIG UPS TO @moonbay1cn for letting me use their art (i cropped it to fit my blog formats, if you don't mind)

ships: tomas, bi han, kuai liang x GN!reader

warning[s]: mentions of blood, suggested violence, suggestive, you're delusional

p.s. mafia au! the Lin Kuei are based in the U.S. instead of Arctika/China

You should have realized who the men you served were. Every single clue and hint was there, pointing you in the right direction, yet you ignored the obvious flags that waved in your brain.

New York City is insidious: places to be, things to do, dreams to achieve. There's a reason why it's called "the city that doesn't sleep." People are up at all hours of the day and night to do things, and the night was a tad more active than the day. For you, however, the days seemed to blur together. Working at a 24/7 shop isn't rare. What made it rare was that it was a 24/7 tea house/café/eatery.

In the middle of Manhattan.

Upper east side, Manhattan.

In a rundown building that was browner than poop stains and long-deceased rat corpses.

That should have been your first hint.

The building was old, needing constant repairs here and there, yet it was untouched by the most powerful real estate agents, landlords, and other money-grubbing losers that would love to tear the building down to replace it with a painfully sleek and sterile one.

You were grateful for Madame Bo's persistence against this modern era of sad, beige modernness, but were also confused. How did she make so much money to keep them away? And if she had such money, why wouldn't she do the renovations herself? She could easily update the internals and externals of the building if she wanted to.

"Oh dear," she had said, "The charm is in the age of the building."

The second clue to the enigma of the tea house café were the customers.

When you were first hired by Madame Bo, you didn't really notice the patterns of people coming in and out, nor the lackeys that would round the block. Despite how old this building was, it was a popular stop for both the middle class and the privileged snobs residing in the upper east side. Over time, you knew who were regulars and who weren't.

When you worked the day shifts, you made note of four men who would be walking outside the building. On other shifts, they switched it up on you and they were paired with women, posing as couples. However, you knew better than that. Sure, to the untrained eye they would have just been randoms working out, but your gut told you otherwise. They were tall, slightly beefed with muscle, and walked faster than a normal New Yorker- yeah, definitely not normal.

What also peeved you out was the fact you always felt... something on you. You couldn't figure out if it was safety or protection, but what you definitely felt were eyes on you.

It didn't stop there, though.

On the very rare, and desperate, occasions you had a night shift, you kept a mental tab that two people would enter the empty eatery. They would sit on opposite sides of the room, laptops open and untouched. While you didn't judge the work ethics of others, you certainly judged people who had questionable habits of work. Even so, Madame Bo made drinks for them- free of charge!

"My dear," she said to you one fateful night shift, "They do a lot more for us than we know."

The last hint was as obvious as a clown in disguise. Scratch that, it's not even a hint anymore- it's a big red "x marks the spot" on a treasure map. And the "treasure" came in a pack of three hot guys.

Every month since you began working with Madame Bo, three men in luxurious suits and tuxes came to visit the shabby tea house. One of them with gray-colored hair, while the other two matched in black colored hair. You also noted their style of face covering, two of them opting for a face mask while the other remained bare-faced.

Every month without fail, these three men came to visit and sit down for some tea. There were times where they just sat in comfortable silence together, other times they were discussing the mundane in their lives. Most of the time, though, they simply sat together and spoke with Madame Bo, laughing and engaging in hearty conversation.

Every time they spoke with her, you couldn't help but stare at them. Madame Bo and the three mystery men were more different than the poles in a magnetic field, yet they spoke to her with such respect and joy. You thought it was just a rare case of rich people being kind. During a day shift when they visited, you asked Madame Bo for the origins of the three men.

"Oh them? I used to watch them when they were little," she explained to you, Raiden, and Kung Lao, "All three of them are brothers, with Tomas being adopted."

You remembered that you zoned out during the explanation of her ties with them, the only thing you got were their names: Tomas for the ash colored hair, Bi Han to the navy suit, and Kuai Liang in his amber-rust colored suit. As you zoned out, your eyes wandered over to the three.

They were engaged in their own conversation, chuckling quietly as they spoke about their business. While the air within them was pleasant, you felt a bit of fear and excitement. Something about them made you want to straighten up, look presentable, and be on your best behavior. You wanted to give them the best customer service in their lives- actually, maybe more than just "service".

You remembered catching the eyes of Kuai Liang, who briefly looked away from his siblings to catch you staring at them. His gold-black mask covered the bottom half of his face, but the way his eyes wrinkled a bit signaled some sort of smile that lied underneath.

You blushed and turned away, trying to zone back into the conversation with Madame Bo and the other boys you worked with.

"Woah! So like, are they super rich, Madame Bo?" Kung Lao asked innocently.

Madame Bo nodded, stating something about how they own a couple of stores in the upper east side thanks to a family business. You, however, still did not get the memo about who they were until later that day.

This was the answer to your dilemma on who these ferocious and fine men were.

After a night with some of your close friends, you were walking home alone following a sketchy back-path. It was supposed to be a shortcut, provided by the maps app on your phone. However, it died after you forgot to charge it, leaving you wandering the unruly city during its worst. As you walked, you fell into trouble with some sleazy idiots.

You remembered how close they were to you, their alcohol-stained breath and sleazy style of walk. The way they slithered over your shoulder to try and get you to come home with them. Not only were you sober, but willing to fight. You had punched one of them in the nuts to escape, but the grasp of one of the disgusting men was too strong for you.

You remembered four of them surrounding you, and you really thought you'd meet your end in the alley that night. You closed your eyes, but heard gun shots and the sounds of bodies hitting the damp concrete. What once was creepy and dangerous men surrounding you, you found them lying in their own blood, clean shots through the head.

You fell to your knees, threatening to cry, but you saw a familiar color on a suit. Okay, a few familiar colors: gray, navy, and rusty amber. You saw a gloved hand reach out to yours, leading to Bi Han's broad figure. You took it, and he effortlessly brought you to your feet. You noticed his other gloved hand was getting replaced, Kuai Liang replacing the soiled mitten.

Tomas snuck behind you (you didn't even feel him get there) to offer his coat. He gently placed it on your shoulders, his eyes peeking down at your round, doe, startled ones. Despite what happened in front of you, and despite you finally learning who they really were, you weren't afraid.

Each man held something in their eyes that promised you safety, security, and protection. Like a guardian angel, these men made a promise with their eyes to you. A promise saying that no matter where you are, what you're doing, that you'd always be safe.

As the saying goes, "It's in the eyes, chico," and boy they aren't wrong.

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It's been a couple of months since that incident, and the games you've played with them and your mind have been infectious. The brother's visits to the café have begun to happen more frequently, they even visit you alone sometimes, which didn't help your brain's delusions.

Every time one of them came to the cafè, you were afraid they would see right through you and into your horny thoughts. Whenever they visited and watched you work, you felt their eyes not leaving you once. It got so bad that you would bring Raiden or Kung Lao to distract you while doing stuff, or simply have Madame Bo make them leave.

Even so, it didn't stop your mind at all.

On the day's Kuai Liang came to the café, his gaze on you was steady and still, like a constant fire during a winter storm. The way he looked at you was full of wanting, desire, and desperation- like he needed you more than oxygen. Your brain imagined that his body was warmer than most, and that he would keep you in a dizzying trance.

Your mind played scenarios in which Kuai Liang would explore every part of you, with no intent of letting you go either. His hands leaving hand-shaped slap marks and bruises, marking every part of you to let the world know that you were his alone to worship. His loyalty to you and your body would leave you overwhelmed, melting under his constant affection and love.

Your mind concluded he'd be a gentleman and a rough lover, and you had to shake the thoughts out before he knew.

When Bi Han came to visit, you didn't have to know it was him at all. While Kuai Liang's presence was warm and welcoming, Bi Han's aura was chill to the bone. Whenever you were working, Bi Han's eyes never left your body. You figured his stares felt more...cold: persistent, chilly, and never-ending. Like a blizzard in the cold tundra of the arctic.

With Bi Han, your mind played vignettes of how he'd take you to bed. He would be rough, not like Kuai Liang. He'd pull your hair, smack your perky behind, and tell you how much of a degenerate you really were- all for him of course. He'd leave hickeys everywhere on your body, a mosaic of pink, purple and red on you to remind you who belonged to who.

Your mind also thinks he'd be great with aftercare. All that rough-housing and such, you needed to calm down and collect yourself. Your brain fills your mind with him putting you in a bath, rubbing your back, shampooing your hair too. He'd whisper "I love you's" in your delusions, peppering each hickey with kisses.

For him, your mind finalized he'd be the roughest of the three, while also caring for your wellbeing post-sex.

Your brain was working in serious overdrive.

Finally, when Tomas came to visit, you always felt sweet with him around. Not only would he stare at you with such love in his eyes, but he'd engage with others around him.

Like a butterfly, he'd go around and spread joy; however, he loved floating around you the most. You found that talking to him was easier than talking to his brothers, so you talked to him about the basics of who you were. When you tried to bring up that night, he told you that it would stay between you four- a private business transaction.

He'd also ask why you spoke to him more, and not his brothers. He assured you that they wouldn't bite, but you simply said it was out of respect.

And to keep your thoughts at bay.

Despite all of this, you weren't fooled by him at all. The way he looked at you, when people weren't present, was filled with a primal hunger, a desire to have you. He was the predator, and you knew damn well that you were his prey- not able to get away from his trapping gaze. His stares were sharp and clear, like a hunter ready for the kill.

And by the elder gods your mind was ready to be hunted.

You imagined his grip on you being tight, like you'd disappear and he'd never find you again. He would be intentional with tour body, exploring every part of you in more depth and detail than his brothers. His touch would make you feel sensitive, flinching at how feathery and flighty his fingers were as he took every part of you for himself.

He'd kiss you like he'd leave forever- full of longing, desperation, and wanting. Your brain thinks he'd need you more than oxygen, that he would love nothing more than to breath your natural scent in like the necessary element.

If Kuai Liang made you dizzy with heat, and Bi Han made you shiver with his chill, then Tomas would have you writhing under him like a poor animal in heat.

You prayed to the elder gods silently, hoping the men wouldn't see your perverse thoughts as they came by the shop.

Unfortunately, your pleas were ignored.

During their monthly visitation, you saw to the brothers yourself and sat them down, took their order, and made their drinks. Tomas took an Earl Gray with a pastry, Kuai Liang with some matcha, and Bi Han with Oolong tea.

You quickly gave their drinks to them, paired with an even quicker "thanks for waiting" and retreated behind the counter.

You watched them only for a bit, your brain playing new scenarios, but you distracted yourself with chores. Deep into them, you didn't even feel them leave until Raiden and Kung Lao tapped your shoulder, money in the latter's and a note in the former's.

"Looks like our prettiest barista got some tip money," Kung Lao teased, "A crisp twenty dolla bill too!"

You gasped, but who could have gifted you with such a generous tip? Raiden hands you a slip of paper, which answers your question and fills your head with more of them.

"Uhh..." he fidgeted nervously, "I am not sure what this means, but it definitely makes me wonder..." he handed the note to you and you flush the deepest shade of red ever.

It's in the eyes, little barista

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once again, big ups to @moonbay1cn for letting me use their beautiful piece of media for this post!

see yall in the next fic ;)

[mcytegg]

all planet needs to do is say "pleaseee ☺️" and bacon just does whatever, huh.

[thatonevioletflower]

Little Spottedleaf cuz I was bored. Ngl this is the best tortie I've drawn so far :)

[moonytoast-x]

me at 9pm: I'm going to go to bed early tonight, so I can wake up early and be healthy! time to get my sleep schedule under control!

me at 2:21am, rereading pathological people pleaser for the 14th time: *incoherent sobbing*

[thegreateventof1928]

IT HAS BEEN AGES. And I apologize for that. I’m in coleg :')

I have a lot of stuff going on so I haven’t been interacting as much or as active as I should be-

I’m taking an animation class this semester! While it’s 3d animation, I still think it’ll help a lot ^v^”

To my mutuals, or anyone I was actively speaking to, I keep coming and going and I’m sorry- I just can’t focus on anything LMAO

I hope everyone is well, I will not be tagging anyone because they don’t need that :P

I can, however, bring new art! And a new layout coming soon!

Be ready for PLOT, MORE CHARACTERS, and… MORE ART, ANIMATIONS, and COMICS

I was not able to fix my tablet, so we’re stuck with this type of style for now- stay with me while I work through these technical difficulties (and school).

[figthoughts]

ya girl is going to sleep! feel free to send the stupidest shit to my inbox for me to wake up to if ya NASTYY <3

[something-not-quite-human]

Living up to my cryptid nature and fucking up my sleep schedule to be more nocturnal

[artnijna]

When you haven’t gone to bed at all and your sad playlist comes for your throat while you think about your doomed otp. I love them so much

[megatruxfr]

Halloween drive - Batwheels fanfic again XD

This is based of my first ever Batwheels fanfic, where Bam explains to Prank how this was the most fun night of his life. I ended up liking the idea so much i wrote it out so here you go

Story

"Its Halloween!!"

Batwing had been flying around the Batcave for what felt like hours. She was always really excited for Halloween, but this time, all the bat - vehicles were coming with Batman to bring around candies. Normally only Bam, Bibi and Redbird went outside, but this time everyone went in auto control.

"I know, right?" Bam said while getting schminked by MOE. "Halloween is great!"

"Its the BEST! HOLIDAY! EVEEEER!!" Batwing yelled while making a salto.

"I have never seen you so happy!" Bibi said while detaching herself from her charger. Then her smile dissapeared. "And it feels off. Stop it."

"I don't think she's gonna stop anytime soon," MOE said while finishing off Bams paintwork. "Look at that!"

Bam had bones painted all across his body. On his hood, he had a massive skull painted. "Wow, this is awesome, thank you, MOE!" MOE nodded in response. "Thank you for standing still. Unlike somebody before you," he said while glancing at Bibi, who just started laughing. She had bones painted on too, except she had flowers added.

Batwing finally settled down, panting from all the flying. Then she started prancing on her wheels. "I can't wait, i can't wait, i can't wait!"

Buff drove forwards with a bag of candies on his back space and a pumpkin sticker on his hood. "Wing, relax! You have to save up some energy for our halloween drive!"

"Oh! Right!" Batwing flew up and sat on the garage roof, looking down at everybody.

"Alright, are we ready for our halloween drive?" They heard a voice ask in the distance.

"Thats Batman! Quick, in your garages!" MOE picked up the bucket of white paint as if he was cleaning it up while the batwheels all went to their spots and turned off just as Batman, Batgirl and Robin entered the room. Batman and Batgirl both had candy bags with them and Robin was holding a huge pumpkin.

"Alright!" Batgirl said, looking at her motorcycle. "She looks awesome! MOE, did you do this?"

"I did!" MOE said proudly, putting the paint next to the garage.

Robin walked up to the Bat - truck. "Bringing a monster truck to a monster party," he said. "We have to do that." Then he gasped.

"Batman-"

"No."

"But i know how to drive!" Robin leaned against one of the front tires. "Please? Just once! I'll never ask again! Batgirl has driven him too!"

"Like, twice or something," Batgirl said while tying her candy bag on Bibi's back space.

Batman thought for a second. "Fine, just this once. Drive with both your hands on the wheel and stay behind me."

"YES!" Robin hopped in the truck and put the pumpkin next to him. "This is awesome!"

Batgirl got on her motorcycle. "Come on, lets go!"

"Batman, can i come along, maybe?" MOE asked.

"You just want an excuse to wear my spare cape, do you?" Batman asked.

"Yn..." MOE said. "Yes'nt."

Batman chuckled. "Okay."

"YAAY!" MOE cheered, jumping before Redbirds wheel.

Batman got in the Batmobile. "All right, lets head out!"

Batman didnt even grab his wheel or the Batwing zoomed its way out of the cave, speeding outside. Batman looked at MOE, who had his window rolled down. "Auto - control acting up, probably. I'll check it out when we're back home."

- outside

Bam looked around, there was a whole crowd of people in each street. It looked amazing.

Batwing had the absolute time of her life. She dropped a rain of candies into the crowd and flew off cheering.

Bam felt Batman press in the gas and felt himself going faster. Redbird caught up, laughing with MOE, who was throwing around candies too. Batgirl was standing on Bibi's seating throwing out hands full of candies. But nobody had as much fun as Robin. It wasnt only his first time driving the Bat-truck, but he also had the chance to throw around candies out of its window.

"This is amazing, we should do this every year!" Batgirl stood in a surfing position on her bike, sticking out her hand and giving high fives. "Who wants candy?!" She asked the crowd.

Batman smiled. This was actually all his idea. He knew how much Batgirl and Robin wanted to have a cross drive, he had also noticed Robin wanting to drive the Bat-truck, (he had started asking it more and more) so he loved seeing them so happy about all of it finally happening.

Bam looked around. He all of a sudden got the best idea.

"MOE! MOE! I'm gonna drive a donut!"

"Watch out, you have a dri-" MOE cut himself off mid sentence. "Batman, i have an idea! Try to drive a donut and spread candy around in the crowd!"

"Good idea." Batman drove the Batmobile to the middle of the street, put the candybag next to the window and turned Bam around in a donut, resulting in a wave of candies being rained out of the car, into the crowd. MOE smiled, not only because of the sight and all the laughing people, above all of the noise he heard Bam cheering and laughing.

"CANDY TORNADO!!" Batwing yelled, raining down candies on the other side of the crowd. "Cool stunt, Bam!"

"MOE, can we try that?" Redbird asked with a smile.

MOE put the bag next to the window. "Go ahead!"

Batwing raced down to the street and slid one of her wings across the asphalt, coming very close to the crowd.

More and more people started coming. Bam even noticed some people from the news recording them with camera's and the journalist happily watching it. They stood still for a second. Batgirl was talking to some other people and Bibi was standing, seemingly relaxed. Buff on the other hand seemed kind of off, he had told the batwheels before he wasnt sure about Robin in his driver seat rather then Batman or Batgirl, but after Redbird drove up next to him he seemed to calm down a bit. The Batwheels lined up to end the Bat - halloween parade with a bang.

"It seems the Bat - vehicles are lining up for a race," the journalist explained. "And they already have quite the crowd."

"You guys are all going down!" Bibi revved her engine.

"Not when i'm competing in it!" Redbird went to stand next to her. "I'm not losing to you!"

"You bet your bumper you will!" Bibi reared and giggled.

Bam lined up too. "Guys, keep it calm!"

Buff lined up next to him. "They always talk like that. No biggie."

"Whatever, whatever, just get on with it!" Batwing lastly lined up.

"3..2..1.." the journalist waited. "And GO!"

"Batwheels, full gas!" Bam pressed in the gas and drove straight trough the street with the other batwheels following him. He heard Batgirl and Robin scream in enjoyment.

"We have to do this every year!" Redbird jumped off the street to catch up with Bam, nearly hitting a roadway sign.

"Watch out, Red!" MOE yelled.

Batwing yelled above them. "And if we can't i'm doing this myself next year! Buff, stop trying to drive so careful. We're racing, Robin is fine."

Bam cheered. "Best Halloween ever!"

- Back in the batcave

It was very late now, but the batwheels were still awake. Sitting before the garages, they talked about the halloween drive.

"Okay but Bam, those little kids that climbed un your hood were the cutest!"Bibi giggled. "I never knew Batman was so good with kids. And Batgirl either!"

"Buff, how was driving with Robin?" Redbird asked. "Did it go well?"

"Yes, it actually was quite nice to have someone else in my driver seat! I could tell it was his first time in a truck, i had to assist with the steering a few times, but he had a good time and so did i!" Buff smiled.

"As pleased as i am to hear you had a good time, its very late. I suggest you go to sleep, Batwheels," BC said. "Then you can tell me all about it tomorrow! I'd love to hear it!"

"Will do!" Bam said. Bibi yawned, Buff shook his body like a horse that had just rolled in the sand, Redbird strechted his tires and Batwing, still giggling, was flying to her spot in the ceiling. As everyone went to sleep, Bam thought about everything. "Best night of my life."

"Should do that again.." he thought, before his charger attached and he dozed off.

I need a halloween like this... car halloween.

[grimmscythe]

A nap sounds amazing right now

[notesbyaphrodite]

Ooc • “I should go to sleep” I say, making no move to go to sleep