#sleep in there.. z

[crowcryptid]

Getting locked in the soundproof chamber again would fix me tbh

[morganbritton132]

17 year old, CEO Tim Drake canceling a press conference and then putting out a statement like, “Sorry for canceling last min, Alfred said that he was going to run my laptop through the dishwasher if I didn’t clean my room. I think he’d do it :/. Also, wasn’t really in the mood. Cya -Tim.”

[timblrdrake]

calling dick grayson a millennial will be my favourite thing forever. i feel like the god of all language, he looks at me like i have his throat in my hands every time he uses slang and whether he uses it correctly decides if i crush his windpipe.

“I just yeeted that,” CRINGE. 100 YEARS OF MILLENNIAL JAIL.

“You um, served..” ACCEPTABLE. one crumb of relevancy.

[gwentbleidd]

still my favorite thing about all this is that joey batey really woke up one day, said 'hell yeah queer jaskier' and made thousands of people SO mad

[zarla-s]

there was a line in a fic where spy cloaked instinctually whenever he got startled or scared which was a very charming image to me

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[dailycupofcreativitea]

Expression practice~

[warandpeas]

Hibernation

[skyyxlite]

gogetas and their kids for gogeta day 🥐

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

Chris n’ Jimmy Content

These two are cuties and I wanna see them interact more.

LOOK AT THESE CUTIES

+ Sketch

[zarvasace]

One of the very first lu fanfictions I wrote (which is posted exactly nowhere and never will be) was a darksverse. It was a lot of fun to come up with! Dark Sky is Depth, and one of his big freaky traits was an awful-sounding voice :)

[agentc0rn]

Pax in Terra

[grimesgirll]

you were never the type of person to need someone to help you fall asleep before meeting rick and daryl.

not even as a kid did you need your parents to hold your hand to fall asleep. but now? after having two men warm your bed, you could hardly stand to sleep alone.

this became a problem whenever daryl got into one of his moods of wanting to be alone or even when he went on hunting trips. usually, it could be quelled by rick holding you and lavishing you with his attention at night but when they were both gone? you hated it.

you typically spent your nights without them tossing and turning, a hand between your legs trying to relieve yourself of the itch that only they could scratch.

it was all the same that night. after eating dinner with carl and judith,and getting the toddler to bed, you skulk over to your bedroom. ready to spend the night staring at the ceiling until boredom finally kicked in like a nyquil.

you’d told rick before how you missed him when he was out on runs or taking watch shifts. his solution? count sheep.

looking back, you wish you would’ve strangled him. sleeping wasn’t as easy as counting sheep. you should know; you were the one who typically dealt with judith’s sleep troubles after all. some nights the girl couldn’t go down without another story or another hug, or being rocked in your arms.

not even judith was keeping you up tonight. she’d fallen asleep easily after a day of playing outside and running around with carl. had you regressed so much that a toddler was sleeping better than you?

you think so as you pull back the covers, shifting into the empty bed. it was unnecessarily cold without your boys. they were out on a long scavenging trip - most trips turned out to be long nowadays with how depleted everything nearby was. you’d wanted to go with, but they always insisted that you needed to stay home and take care of the kids. great! you loved hanging with rick’s brood and you loved alexandria too but was it worth being without rick and daryl? debatable.

before attempting to close your eyes and count sheep, you pop a sleep supplement, summoning the bottle from your bedside table and downing a purple capsule. you weren't the first person in this house to have night terrors and you wouldn't be the last, so you guys opted to keep some sleep medicine in stock, just in case.

it still takes a few minutes of rolling around in the comforter to fall asleep. then, you're in a deep, dreamless sleep.

you don't hear them when they come in.

you're catching up on the much needed z's that you missed the past four sleepless nights when the bedroom door opens and two pairs of feet thud on the carpet. with their muddy boots and battered outside clothing discarded, the pair of men slip into bed beside your sleeping form.

as daryl curls into your side, he's disappointed that you're not awake to witness him tucking himself in beside you not smelling like blood, or guts, or the woods for once.

they'd showered at a cabin, which actually not too far from alexandria. the cabin was nestled into a hill and some dense woods between two white picket developments, left to the dead who inhabited it. he, rick, and tara had found some bodies - middle aged - in the basement in a panic room, and evidence of a small, long gone group of survivors. their abandoned shit scattered throughout the place was the win alexandria needed. these scavenging trips weren't always successful, especially with every fucker in a fifty mile radius selfish, cruel, or insane. it was rare they met decent folk. but at least after going hours out and finding jack, they could bring back enough MREs, preserves, and siphoned gas to have those needs off their minds for a while.

daryl's mind immediately wanders to you as he lays back on the satin sheets you'd picked out. you're splayed out in the middle of the bed with your arms wrapped around a round pillow. lips parted; you look peaceful in a way that makes daryl's dick twitch in his boxers.

rick's already leaning against you, a hard outline starting to form in the pajama pants he'd pulled on before jumping in bed. odd choice given how fast they usually came off. his arms are wrapped around you as he settles in for the night.

"so glad we're back," rick exhales into your rising and falling chest.

daryl nods from where he is.

"thought i was gonna combust."

you and me both. he thinks, but just stares at the ceiling, enjoying the soft bed and the feeling of you next to him.

it's not long before the bed is creaking and he knows rick is yanking you closer, whispering in your ear, asking, "you awake, doll?" you don't stir. rick shoots him a look that daryl obliges by sinking down between your legs to work them open, testing a finger lightly against your entrance.

while your leader peppers your chest with kisses and slowly tugs down your tank top, daryl presses his finger inside of you. he hisses. "she's tight after all this time, man."

rick chuckles against your collarbone. "course she is."

you're still asleep when another two fingers are added to your cunt and you're starting to turn on like a fountain. "god, she's gushin'," daryl observes with a hard on while he scissors his fingers in and out of you.

rick has your tank top laying somewhere on the floor to make way for his mouth on your tits, alternating between the two. how you're not awake? they'll never know. not until you wake up the next morning and tell them about the sleep supplement you took before you crashed.

the sheriff's mouth rampages across your chest and up along your pulse point, before working back to your breast. when you were awake, you loved the feeling of rick's mouth on you. you loved it when you were asleep too.

"remember how wet you were when you woke up?" rick whispered in your ear, one time when he had you snug in his arms before you fell asleep, reminding you how good you would feel the next morning after they fucked you through the night.

okay, it wasn't all night but enough to make you feel the stretch the next morning and get your mouth watering at the thought of them enjoying your sleeping cunt. to get distracted during the day thinking about what you'd be up to that night, while you were asleep.

you stir now, body slightly tensing at the feeling of arms around you and three fingers in your pussy. "what?" you murmur, barely quelling a yawn.

rick holds you tighter in his arms, meeting your eyes when you ask when they got in.

"not soon enough," daryl mutters as he detracts his fingers and starts to shed his boxers.

before you know it, rick's pajama pants are nowhere to be seen and you're sinking down on his thick cock. daryl's on your left before you know it and suddenly rick's facing you toward his friend. you're met with the sight of his dick, which you take eagerly into your mouth, pumping what you were too busy waking up right now to swallow with your hand.

"you're always so good for us when we get back, darlin'," rick commends you as you slowly rise up and down on his cock.

you nod, moaning all over daryl as rick's fingers cement into your hips and he drives into you. "oh," you gasp into the man in front of you. he thumbs your cheek while you fit more of him into your mouth, thrusting shallowly.

"i'm sure you’re gonna wanna wake up like this every night now, huh, doll?"

with him buried in your nerve wrought pussy and daryl almost down your throat now, all you can do is nod and hum a sweet garbled yes. it's gonna be a long night, but at least they're back.

[zeb-z]

thinks about how Feanor was a great fire until he burned up and how his son Maedhros with his fiery hair was a slow burn but went out in flames all the same and how the first silmaril taken from Morgoth’s clutches was taken out of love and ended up in the sky as the brightest star and how the oath sworn by the brothers in the name of the silmarils was first made in the name of love for their father and his craft and how stars always burn and burn until they either burn out or until they cannot bear their own weight and collapse in a spectacular disastrous supernova and how it was never the love or passion that led to the Feanorians fate but possessiveness and pride. blows up a building

[littlecrittereli]

Okay I have so much to say about the wonderful sketch you just posted but the FIRST thing I have to say is HARD AGREE about the hammocks you can NEVER convince me that they all just sleep on hammocks or on the floor every night. At some point they must have bedrooms somewhere in that big ol' flying turtle.

EXACTLY??? like im sorry thats a giant ship, you CANNOT tell me they didn't have enough room for bedrooms. The ship was constructed with the intention of being a traveling research team, why would it not have bedrooms?

I can definitely see them pulling out the hammocks some nights maybe when they park the Tortuga in a really scenic spot and the weather is nice and they just wanna spend some time in nature. I can absolutely see them camp outside often. BUT WHAT IF ITS RAINING OR ITS TOO COLD/HOT?? liKE?? they do not just sleep in the hub im so fr

Anyways. I sketched up this little blueprint of what I think their rooms would look like/where they are positioned in the Tortuga. It is not accurate at all in terms of like... spacial awareness. IDK ITS JUST A SILLY SKETCH

[zarla-s]

i bet this has been done before but i wanted to do it anyway so HERE YOU GO

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[infernaldisciple]

i present: cat boy maid vessel ... worship, or something