#thank yoooou I am so sleepy

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

if it's asks you ask for then it is asks you shall receive:

do you have any classics that you used to hate but love now? mine's romeo and juliet and i'm really pretentious over it

burgers or hot dogs?

randomest impulse purchase?

can you yoyo?

washi tape. opinions?

favourite bagel type?

can you do a hand stand?

what's a game you used to play in school that you miss but don't have the numbers for to play again?

favourite shade of green, blue, and orange?

have you ever bought something bc of a fandom you're in? like i bought a leather jacket during my marauder's era days and own nearly all of part 1 of csm's manga. if you have then what was the most expensive one? the cheapest?

do you prefer gum that's sweet or minty?

when was the last time you had candy?

can you do the spilts?

favourite tongue twister?

You can join me in my blanket fort

I really came around to the odyssey, and I think it’s because I have a much better translation now. It flows beautifully and the details feel rich instead of tedious.

Borgor. In high school there was this burger place that I can’t name without sharing wayyy too much personal info, and it was delicious. Meat so juicy, flavors so good.

Hmm I don’t impulse buy a lot (usually allergic to spending money) but I did get a magnet that says “I went all the way to Point Pleasant to touch the shiny heiny” with a pic of the mothman statue’s ass on it. I needed it as soon as I saw it.

I can, actually! It’s been a hot minute, but I can do basic stuff.

I like stationary and making my silly little day planner look pretty. It’s usually overpriced, but it’s a nice way to add some color and whimsy.

Poppyseed with lox and cream cheese

Not last I checked, but I can get close

It’s actually the reverse now! I have more friends and more time to play games now than I did then, lol. I want to get into rpgs once I get settled. Lancer here I come

Green: the color of trees in deep summer

Blue: ultra saturated deep sapphire or lapis.

Orange: amber or goldfish

I have bought a lot due to fandom/being fandom adjacent. Most expensive was my sewing machine for vague and nebulous reasons but largely inspired by @starsailorstories Bell Town. Cheapest, probably some pins.

Minty

I had gummy sharks a few weeks ago

Damn near! I’m very flexible (hyper mobility woes) and if I keep stretching it’s only a matter of time

Betty Botter had some butter, “But,” she said, “this butter’s bitter. If I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter.” So she bought some better butter, better than the bitter butter, and she put it in her batter, and it made her batter better.

Very old vocal stim of mine

[monsterfloofs]

How would Zelle react if I (miraculously) was able to leave the medical facility? He found out by checking the bed and seeing that an anatomical dummy was in its place stating I'm taking a 3 week vacation.

Thank you anon, this gave me a little spark to do some writing, I hope you enjoy the silliness. ( ´▿` )

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A long dark shadow looms into the light from the doorway, turning the simple dimly lit room shades darker.

"Wakey, wakey!~" A voice sings, "Guess who brought you breakfast! Nothing explosive this time I promise, my assistants took all of the saltpeter out of the kitchen!" There is a high goofy laugh as the tall silhouette shuffles into the room.

"Run and shine sleepy head! The walls are grey, the lights are fluorescent and blinding, it's a beautiful day to get some work done!♡"

The lights flick on with Zelle wearing a pink and frilly apron that reads "#1 mad!" Their wide eyes bore down at the lump of blankets as they peer over the bed, pulling back the tucked sheet to reveal the blank staring eyes of an anatomically correct dummy.

Zelle, art dart to and from over the blank face, as if waiting for a response. Slowly, with a curved forefinger he gives the forehead of the dummy a light rap.

"Yoooou whoooooo, anyone home? You can't veg out on me yet!" He pouts before his gaze drifts down to a scrap of paper left on top of the sheets. With a pinched thumb and forefinger he picks up the sheet of paper and reads it aloud.

"Going on vacay, see you in three weeks. Loves and kisses, by the way, I removed the tracking band you put on me, so you can't find me."

He holds up the dummy's hand and stares at the band.

He blinks, and pouts for a moment. ". . . Well then! You made it 'harder' but not impossible." He tilts his head from side to side thoughtfully "You know.. I can't remember the last time when I had a vacation. . . was it. . . a hundred years or so?"

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It was quiet. . . too quiet.

Merlot's large owlish eyes stare down at their paperwork, unable to concentrate. It's much too quiet, that usually means quickly approaching chaos. A laboratory blown up in an adjacent wing. Or some hideous concoction gaining sentience and escapading in the ventilation system.

And yet, this quietness has been stretching on and on, excruciatingly. Merlot's hand shakes slightly, setting down their pen. Nervous fingers drumming a steady quick rhythm.

Right about now. Something was going to happen. Something irrevocably bad.

Right.

About.

Now.

No?

Now.

Maybe?

Now?

Merlot swallows hard, a prickle of sweat rolling down the back of their neck. They sit for a moment longer before rising to their feet and grumbling in annoyance.

"S-s-some n-new game i-is it? Being as q-quiet as possible to-to cover up s-some new scheme? W-we-ll no sir! N-not while I'm here!

Merlot checks first left, then right before striding out of their office. "Zelle? S-Sir?" They stand in front of Zelle's large office, hands on their hips. They take an unsteady breath as they steel their resolve. Opening the door to his office.

Merlot starts as a piece of paper gently wisps by, snatching it in midair before tentatively smoothing out the note. Their eye twitching involuntarily as they read. Expression becoming more and more panicked.

"D-dear Merlot, it has come to m-my attention that it has been a while since I have taken a break from work, I-I'll b-be GONE FOR THREE WEEKS?! I KNOW THE FACILITY WILL BE IN GOOD HANDS, TAKE CARE OF THINGS WHILE I AM GONE!?!"

Merlot wails, "SIRE, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

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Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ

[wiseatom]

I read all of the Heroes of Olympus books earlier this month! I hope you have as much fun as I did! :D I finished the Magnus Chase series last night, and those were fun, too! I haven't read the Kane Chronicles or the Trials of Apollo yet, so I can't comment on those, but neither was necessary for understanding the Magnus Chase series.

Congrats on the writing, too! That's so awesome! =D

I hope you enjoy your reading and aren't too sleepy for tomorrow!

WOOOO glad that we're going on this journey together 💪💪 i am pretty much following the reading order recommended to me by abby and suni since they are my resident #pjo #experts so after i finish heroes of olympus i'll probably be headed to either chalice of the gods or trials of apollo since i'm sticking in pjoverse ! i might come back to magnus chase and kane chronicles once i'm done! i know i'm past the targeted age group for these books but i am having a lot of fun reading them so idc 💗

also THANK YOOOOU i was not too super tired today! hope you are having a great day 💗💗💗

[boostmycreativity]

No.: 12

it's been a while .... i feal rusti in my writing... Y/N - your name C/N - Crush name You woke up to your phone ringing. You tuned it around to look at the time. 2:06 am. „Hello“ you answer your phone. The number was in your contacts. She was in the same study group as you. She lived in another campus then you. Yours was a bit further out. „Hey, Y/N. It's good that you're awake. Hey, can you pick C/N up?“ „Why, what's going on“ „First he said he wouldn't drink and drive back home with his bicycle. But now he is drunk and the only one he wants us to call is you“ „ Can't he just stay the night at your place?“ „ No, the party is still going. He needs to go home. He drunk too much. He drinks so much these days.“ uh C/N, he acts so dull these days. These days you ask yourself how you could even fall for him. „fine, I will pick him up. I guess I will be there in 20 min!“ you got out of bed, changes into some warmer clothes. The night where freezing. So was the interior of your car. You pulled your sleeves over your hands to act like cloves, so you wouldn't have to touch the steering wheel. You ask for the girl who called you. You saw C/N bevor you could find the Girl who called. C/N lock as if he had fallen asleep on an armchair. But as you headed for him you saw he was awake and as he talked you could te he was really drunk. „Y/N“ he yelled. Trying to stand up, but he moved to sudden and so he tripped, towards you. He turned is falling on you into a hug and so you stood there for a few seconds. „oh y/N, so good that you here, thank you for picking C/N up, you were his last hope“. Well, great you thought. „Ok C/N lets go“ c/N stood on his own but you weren't quite certain if he could walk properly. „I`m going with yoooou“ mumbled, it was more the alcohol talking than C/N his/herself. Putting an arm around you and putting a lot of weight on you. Finally, you reached your car, as C/N was also finally seated and you got it started raining. Fist just a little but it got heavier. It made you sleepy. In the parking lot, you didn't want to leave the car. It was so heavily raining. You would get totally soaked just on the way to open the passenger door. „What are we doing Y/N“ C/N mumbled. „Waiting“ „okay, how long?“ „I don't know, till the rain stops“ „ Y/N you know, with you I don't mind waiting“ „ Alright“ you just answered. It was already after 3:00 am and you stared yawing a lot. „Y/N are you sleeping“ you couldn't help but thinking that now he was in a sweet drunk sted. He was cute. Ans adorable. Why is he doing this to me you thought. „Not yet, C/N we are going to run through the rain, I really want to go back to bed.“ you turned towards him. „Why did you leave your bed?“ He/She looked directly into your eyes. „For you, you dummass.“ you answered shortly bevor getting out of the car. C/N could walk on his/her self again. Wich was an advantage so you both were faster at his/her building. But you still were soaking wet, „So C/N we are here, where your student id?“ „don't know, search me“ „Oh come on. Just open the door and go in“ you were annoyed. as C/N didn't make any affords to search his/herself you just decided to look yourself. You touched his/her front pocket but nothing. So you took your guts and reached for the back pockets. You found his/her id card. „ Will you find your dorm?“ you asked C/N. As if he/her could give you a real answer. You noticed your „mistake“ and just asked for C/N Dorm and Foor Number. C/N had a dorm to his/her self, because he/she was watching over some freshers. „My top is all wet,“ C/N said as you had opened the door for him/her. „Yes, mine too.“ C/N quickly had to towels. One for him/herslef on for you. C/N undressed him/herself and changed into dry pajamas. „Y/N, do you want a dry sweatshirt. Yours is all wet.“ bevor you could reply he/she handed you a sweatshirt. And because your was rely wet on you changed into it and dry your skin with the towel. You kept yawing. And you sed down on the couch that was in the room. As you opened your eyes. You realized you didn't walk to your building anymore. You were in C/N's room. Damit you thought to yourself. You got up. C/N must have given you a blanket. As you tried to get up quietly, but woke C/N up. „Y/N?“ „Yes, sorry for waking you, I'm already going“ „What happened did we …“ „ I picked you up last night, you where quiet drunk and apparently I was the only one sober enough to get you back home. It was lait and I was tired .... and we got all wet... in the rain... " You added quickly. C/N didn't say anything so you just continued talking. "I got a towel from to, that was quite nice. But as I sat down on the couch my body must have thought I had reached a save sleeping spot" „Oh, I'm sorry. I can't recall anything right now, wait … did I … did I kiss you?“ you shook your head „ Just a dream then, again“ C/N mumbled. AGAIN? What? Let's get out of here! you couldn't make anything out of this situation and just leave. „I'm going then ... “ you said to get out of that awkward situation „Wait, Y/N can I take you out for a coffee or lunch or something to pay you back“ „It's fine you don't have to pay me back“ you turned around ready to leave for real „And if it wasn't for paying back.“ C/N was out of his/her bed and you were just behind you. You turned back around. „Are you Asking me out?“ you couldn't hide your red checks. But C/N wasn't directly looking at you. He/She was avoiding any Eye contact. „Yes, drinking didn't make me forget about you so, I want to try to asking you out for real“ you didn't know what to say but C/N also didn't stop talking „You know I might seem confident but I lose all that confidence and get that shy kid again, around you because,... it's when I like somebody,... and I liked you since we meet as freshers. I'm sorry, you know I'm just going to give you your gas money and no longer bothering you.“ He/she looked down at the floor. What, C/N, likes me? I think about it, and I also could see myself with C/N but,... I thought he/she would be the crush I had, we would stay Friends and then at his Weeding I could laugh and tell him. He/she shy? C/N wasn't an awkward person you thought. So again you took all your guts and kissed him/her. You were not thinking at that moment. And as soon as your head was working again you tried fleeing the scene. But C/N just now realizing what just happen and kissed you right back. After you, two separated c/N was the first to find his/her voice again. „ I hope it was a yes.“ C/N said. You smiled. And looked at him/her and nodded.

[heroicintention-a]

sleepy + Regulus (for Narcissa, James, & Remus)

SEND ‘SLEEPY’ PLUS A NAME AND MY MUSE WILL TALK ABOUT THEM WHILE ON THE VERGE OF FALLING ASLEEP

i love this thank yoooou

Narcissa 

“Reggie… Oh he’s such a sweetie, my baby cousin.. The only sane one left in this family… the family we’ve got left.. I feel so bad he’s all alone during the summer, he doesn’t deserve that.. he’s a good kid… I’m really.. really worried about him..”

James

The man grinned as he turned onto his stomach. “What am I supposed to say, aye..? Bloke’s really nice to look at. Clever… Has a cute little arse… Oh Sirius is gonna..” A yawn broke his sentence. “He’s going to kill me.. but you know, think it might be worth it..”

Remus 

“He makes me remember that people do… think more of me,” Remus murmured, a hand reaching to run over the empty place in bed beside him. “He always sees the best… never makes jokes like my friends do.. nothing like his brother, he’s.. Regulus is thoughtful.. I really don’t think I could ask for more..”

[kell-be-belle]

Falling in Love Again

Summary: Yuuri becomes incredibly honest when he gets his wisdom teeth removed and Viktor is having a wonderful time. Much fluff and other sweetness.

Pairing: Viktor/Yuuri, Viktuuri

I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after watching videos of people after getting their teeth removed. I myself was a riot after getting teeth removed, but my mom thought it would make her look bad to record me. I am full of regret.

“Mr. Nikiforov?” Viktor stopped bouncing his leg and quickly stood, his heart ceasing to beat for a moment. Getting your wisdom teeth removed certainly wasn’t anything to get too worked up over, but Viktor couldn’t but worry about his darling Yuuri. “Everything went smoothly; you can come back and see him now.” He breathed a sigh of relief. The Russian didn’t hesitate, grabbing his bag and proceeding into the back with the dentist. “He’ll probably be awake within the next few minutes. I’m sure you’re already aware of this, but he may be a little… odd when he does.” Viktor, of course, already was aware and he had come prepared.

The doctor led him to a room at the end of hall and instructed him to call if anything seemed wrong to which Viktor agreed and thanked him. As the door closed, he put is bag down on the extra chair and walked around the front of the chair to where his darling sleepy beauty rest. Yuuri’s head was slumped against his shoulder; his cheeks swollen and stuffed full of cotton. Viktor could have died. He looked like a squirrel who had been just a tad over ambitious when gathering nuts. The Russian struggled to hold in his laughter; he could feel it expanding in his chest as he sat down next to Yuuri. As much as he wanted to take a picture, he knew it was much more important to first ensure the well being of his fiancé.

Viktor gingerly took Yuuri’s hand, lovingly rubbing little circles into his skin as he waited for his love to wake up. Perhaps if he kissed him he would wake up faster….  After a few minutes Yuuri groaned slightly and his eyelids fluttered; his head lolled to his other shoulder as he attempted to lift it. “Ah, careful zolotse.” Viktor purred softly.

“Dare…?” Yuuri grumbled through a mouthful of cotton gauze. Just as Viktor expected, English had mostly likely all, but abandoned Yuuri in this state. Thankfully, Viktor’s Japanese was much more developed than Yuuri’s Russian.

Viktor switched tongues, “Relax, Yuuri, I’m here.” He cooed lovingly in staccato syllables, giving Yuuri’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Yuuri groaned again. Viktor raised his free hand and used it to help Yuuri lift his head, pushing his dark bangs away from his forehead while he was at it. It took another few moments, but Yuuri’s eyes finally fluttered open and he looked at the world around him as if it were completely foreign.

“Wha… where…?” He breathed.

Viktor hushed him, “You’re at the dentist, dear. You had your teeth done… remember?” Yuuri’s head slowly swiveled, turning to see who exactly it was cooing in his ear. He stared at Viktor a moment, his chocolate colored eyes a little crossed and unfocused. “Why, hello.” Viktor chuckled.

Yuuri’s eyes suddenly grew wide and his jaw slacked. There was that momentary stop in Viktor’s heart again and he began to suck in a breath to call for the doctor, but Yuuri spoke first. “Oh my god…” He gasped softly. “You’re… you’re Viktor Nikiforov!” Viktor’s last name was garbled and mangled in that mouth full of gauze and it made him snort a little. So that was how it was….

“Yes, I am!” He replied cheerfully. “And you’re Yuuri Katsuki!”

Yuuri sucked in the smallest, sweetest gasp before whispering to himself, “He knows my name…”

“Of course I do!” Viktor played along. “How could I not know Japan’s best figure skater?” Yuuri gasped again, his hand coming up to his face. Viktor acted quickly, gently taking the younger man’s wrist. “Oh be careful, you don’t want to hurt…” The Russian trailed as he felt something drip on his hand. He blinked once then turned his gaze up to Yuuri who he found was now in tears. Viktor’s heart squeeze in his chest, afraid that Yuuri’s tears were his fault. Well, they were, but not for the reason Viktor had been thinking.

“Oh my god… I can’t believe it…” Yuuri whimpered. “Viktor Nikiforov is here… with me… at the dentist!”

Viktor could feel the laughter expanding in his chest again, becoming caught in his throat. He was almost choking on it. The Russian slowly reached into his pocket, retrieving his cellphone. Yuuri would be angry later, but for now he didn’t even notice as Viktor started recording. “Yuuri… Yuuri do you want to tell me why you’re crying…?” He asked, using all of his self-control to keep his laughs to the smallest snickers.  

Yuuri sniffled helplessly, his breath coming in soft little gasps, “B-because you’re here….” He whimpered. “Y-you’re Viktor Nikiforov…. You’re my h-heroooo…” He wailed, a little bit of bloodied drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. Viktor grimaced slightly and reached to grab a tissue, gently wiping the spittle away. It may have been a bit gross, but it was absolutely worth it to hear Yuuri call him his hero. Yuuri flinched slightly at the contact, “Ow…! Why does my face hurt…?”

“You had your teeth done, remember?” Viktor hummed.

“My teeth…?” Yuuri’s dark brows furrowed.

“Yes, zolotse.”

Yuuri’s brows furrowed further, “Wh… what does that even mean…?”

“It means ‘my gold’ in Russian.”

“Gold…” Yuuri mumbled, blinking slowly as he looked down at his sneakers. “Y-you… you’ve won a lot of gold medals, right…? Like a lot, like…” Yuuri held up his hand, his thin fingers wiggling back and forth in what seemed like an attempt to count. “Well… I-I don’t know how many right now… but I know it’s a lot…” He emphasized, his eyes very serious as he looked back down at his sneakers.

Viktor chuckled, “You’re right, it is a lot.”

Yuuri’s head flopped back against the headrest of the chair, “I have… posters of you… you know?” He garbled.

“Posters?” Viktor inquired, his curiosity suddenly piqued at the existence of these posters.

“Yeah… in my room…” He mumbled, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. “I have lots of them… you’re so pretty…”

Viktor felt his heart swell three sizes, “Well, thank you. Would you like me sign them for you…?”

And there were the tears again, fat and clear as the rolled down Yuuri’s swollen cheeks. “Oh my god… you would do that for m-me…?”

“Of course, anything for you, Yuuri!”

Yuuri sucked in a shuddering breath, “Thank yoooou…” He wailed again.

Yuuri’s cries had dulled down to little hiccups by the time the nurse came back into give Viktor the aftercare instructions, a prescription for painkillers, and a baggie full of clean gauze. They tied a sock with two ice packs around Yuuri’s head for the swelling and Viktor couldn’t help thinking he looked like a little rabbit. As they made their way out of the office, Yuuri whispered heatedly at every passerby, “Hey… that’s Viktor Nikiforov…. He’s gonna sign my posters…”

Viktor just smiled politely, assuring Yuuri he would make good on his promise as soon as they got home. It certainly wasn’t like the night of banquet by any means, but this sweet, unhindered Yuuri was reminiscent of the one who had so innocently asked Viktor to be his coach that night and it made Viktor feel as though he were falling in love all over again.