#you don't write that if you have a normal and functional sleep schedule

[coriihanniee]

WHEN YOU CRY OVER YOUR PET જ⁀➴

۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x gn!reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : established relationship, fluff, hurt, comfort ۶ৎ WARNING(S) : mentions of pet death/grief, emotional distress/crying, heavy emotional comfort from the boys, reader is overwhelmed, author got carried away at Leehan's (heh...) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.4k - 0.7k words

۶ৎ A/N : This was a request from my lovely @reibelhearts ! I hope this headcanon fic gives you the much needed comfort that you need! 💕 I understand how it feels to lose a beloved pet so I was more than willing to write this! To all our furry 🐶🐱 (and fishy 🐟 or feathery 🕊) friends who have crossed the bridge, you are so, so loved! 🫶

SUNGHO₍^. .^₎⟆

۶ৎ you didn’t mean to cry in front of him.

۶ৎ he’s been so busy lately—filming, rehearsals, barely getting enough sleep.

۶ৎ you kept it to yourself, thinking, "he doesn’t need to worry about this too."

۶ৎ you told yourself you'd be fine...

۶ৎ but when Sungho walks through the door, gym bag still slung over his shoulder, and asks, “Hey, baby. Have you eaten yet?”—something in you just breaks.

۶ৎ the way your face crumples and you look away too quickly. The way your voice doesn’t even make it out. He freezes.

۶ৎ “Wait—what’s wrong?”

۶ৎ you try to shake your head, but it’s too late. You’re already crying, and you can’t stop.

۶ৎ his bag hits the floor. He’s at your side in two seconds flat, kneeling down like you’re something precious he’s scared to touch too roughly.

۶ৎ you choke out the words. “They’re gone.” And he understands immediately.

۶ৎ “Oh… babe.” His voice is so soft. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

۶ৎ you just shake your head. “You’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to ruin your mood or mess things up for you—”

۶ৎ “You’re never ruining anything,” he cuts in, already pulling you into his arms. “You’re my person. If something hurts you, it matters.”

۶ৎ holds you close until your shoulders stop shaking. One arm around your back, one hand stroking your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

۶ৎ Simba the cat slinks in slowly, drawn by the stillness. He pauses, sniffs the air like he’s picking up on your sadness, then hops into your lap without hesitation. Settles in. Purrs.

۶ৎ Sungho glances down. “He’s doing that thing again where he pretends he’s not affectionate, but he is.”

۶ৎ you sniffle, laughing a little through your tears. “Yeah… I can tell.”

۶ৎ he leaves for a bit and comes back with your favourite drink, a warm snack, and a tiny plushie that vaguely resembles your pet. “Simba helped me pick it out. I mean, he stared at it for three seconds, which I’m taking as a sign.”

۶ৎ you don't have to ask him to stay. He already is. Sitting cross-legged next to you, blanket pulled over both your legs, one hand resting gently on your knee. Just enough to remind you he’s there.

۶ৎ “You loved them really well,” he says after a long silence. “That’s why this hurts so much. That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

۶ৎ Simba curls up against your leg again, tail flicking lightly. Sungho adjusts your blanket. Then again. Then a third time for good measure.

۶ৎ you don’t say anything about it, just lean your head on his shoulder.

۶ৎ later, when you fall asleep mid-tears, you stir just enough to hear him whisper :

۶ৎ “I’m so sorry, love. You didn’t have to go through this alone.”

RIWOO ʢ·͡ᴥ·ʡ

۶ৎ you’d been texting him normally. Maybe quieter than usual, but nothing that would set off alarms. 

۶ৎ he was busy anyways—schedules, fan signs, a music show later that night. You didn’t want to weigh him down.

۶ৎ but something about your last message sits weird with him.

 ۶ৎ just a “hope rehearsal goes well” and a photo of your pet’s collar, sitting alone on the table.

۶ৎ Riwoo doesn’t reply right away, but he does show up at your doorstep unannounced. 

۶ৎ he knocks gently. Doesn’t say a word when you open the door with tear-swollen eyes and a barely functioning voice. Just holds out his arms, like of course he already knew.

۶ৎ when you finally manage to whisper, “I didn’t want to bother you,” he just sighs into your shoulder.

۶ৎ “You didn’t,” he murmurs. “I just… I know that look.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t flood you with questions or try to say anything deep. Instead, he walks into your apartment like it’s muscle memory, sets a plastic bag on the table, and pulls out your favourite drink and a weirdly cute rice ball shaped like a dog. 

۶ৎ “Not gonna lie,” he says quietly, “I panicked and just bought everything dog-shaped.”

۶ৎ you try to laugh and end up crying again instead. He doesn't flinch. Just lets you sob into his sleeve, gently rubbing your back in slow, grounding circles.

۶ৎ that evening, just when you think he’s about to leave, he kneels down by the front door and starts undoing a carrier bag. You blink. “Riwoo…?”

۶ৎ out pops Daebak—tail wagging, tongue out, already sniffing around your living room like he lives there.

۶ৎ “I figured,” Riwoo says, brushing invisible fur off his hoodie, “you might be too lonely tonight.”

 ۶ৎ he hands you a leash. “He’s loud. And dramatic. But he’s got good taste in people.”

۶ৎ you blink back another round of tears. “You’re letting me borrow your dog?”

 ۶ৎ “Just for tonight. Unless you need him longer. Then it’s... a long-term lease.”

۶ৎ the next few hours are quiet in the best way. You and Daebak curled on the couch, and Riwoo beside you with a portable speaker softly playing some lo-fi music.

۶ৎ he doesn’t ask you to talk about your pet unless you bring it up. When you do, his eyes don’t leave your face the entire time. He listens like he’s trying to memorize the way you describe them. 

۶ৎ “They sounded loyal,” he says eventually. “Like the kind of pet who’d follow you into hell and back.”

۶ৎ you nod. “They were.”

۶ৎ before he leaves, he sets down a Tupperware box. “Jjangyi’s food. Daebak’s picky.”

۶ৎ “Wait,” you say, panicking a little, “what if he misses you tonight?”

۶ৎ Riwoo shrugs. “He’s sleeping on your foot like he’s known you forever. I think he’s fine.”

۶ৎ and then, just as he’s pulling on his hoodie to head out, he turns back and says in that low, soft voice :

۶ৎ “I can’t bring them back… but I’ll come by tomorrow. With Jjangyi. So Daebak doesn’t get too smug.”

JAEHYUN ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

۶ৎ you didn’t want to tell him. He was already juggling a comeback, dance practices, and three unfinished voice notes he said he’d send “soon, I swear!!”

۶ৎ so you kept it to yourself. Until he dropped by after rehearsal—hair damp, hoodie sleeves rolled up, ranting about Woonhak eating his chicken.

۶ৎ “Can you believe him? He said I was chewing too loud. Too loud, babe. Am I supposed to chew silently now—hey, wait…”

۶ৎ he finally notices your red-rimmed eyes. Your silence. The way your lip trembles when you try to smile and say, “I’m fine.”

۶ৎ “You’re not,” he blurts, panic creeping into his voice. “You’re so not—what happened? Did someone say something? Did you get hurt? Did I do something?!”

۶ৎ you try to explain through broken words. That your pet passed away. That you didn’t want to tell him because he seemed happy and busy and you didn’t want to ruin that.

۶ৎ “Ruin—?” He looks offended. “RUIN?! Babe, if you stubbed your toe I’d cancel the whole schedule.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t try to cover up how crushed he looks.

۶ৎ “Oh no,” he whispers. “I know how much you loved them. I used to greet them when I walked in like they paid rent.”

۶ৎ pulls you into his chest, his grip tight and warm. He lets you cry, no rushing, no awkward patting—just firm, sweet comfort. Keeps whispering the same words over and over.

۶ৎ “You did your best. You loved them so well. They were so lucky to have you.”

۶ৎ later, once you’re curled up together on the couch, tissues everywhere, he suddenly looks very serious.

۶ৎ “Listen… I know nothing could ever replace them. And I’m not trying to—but like…” He reaches for his phone, pulling up a poorly lit screenshot of a baby hamster.

۶ৎ “What if… just what if… we get a little guy. Not to replace them. Just to give your heart something soft again. I’ll take care of it too!! I’ll feed it kale and whisper affirmations.”

۶ৎ you stare at him. “You want to get a hamster?”

۶ৎ “OUR hamster,” he corrects. “Joint custody. I’ll name it something cool like… Biscuit. Or President Cheeks.”

۶ৎ “…Jaehyun.”

۶ৎ “No no hear me out. They’re small. They’re fluffy. They store snacks in their cheeks. Just like you.”

۶ৎ he shows you another picture of a golden hamster in a tiny food bowl. “I saw this one online. Look at him. He’s shaped like a grain of rice.”

۶ৎ you squint at it, wiping your eyes. “Is that… Hanbin?”

۶ৎ Jaehyun short-circuits. “OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT—WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THIS.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t leave that night. Orders your comfort food. Makes a ridiculous ‘hamster Pinterest board’ on his phone full of tiny hats.

۶ৎ when you fall asleep with your head in his lap, he just sits there, stroking your hair, whispering :

“You’re not alone. Not now. Not ever. I love you.”

TAESAN ≽^- ˕ -^≼

۶ৎ You don’t want to burden him. 

۶ৎ Taesan’s got a lot on his plate right now—the group’s comeback, his family back in Gwangju, and his ever-ongoing worries about Dupal. So you try to keep it in.

۶ৎ that is, until you find yourself choking on your tears, alone in the apartment, barely able to breathe from the weight of the loss. 

۶ৎ you’re crying over your pet, the one you’ve spent so many years with, and it hurts in a way you didn’t expect.

۶ৎ Taesan knocks on your door later, his usual calm exterior cracking when he sees you, tears streaking down your face.

 ۶ৎ “What happened?” His voice is quieter than usual, genuine concern taking over.

۶ৎ you try to push him away, muttering, “I’m fine, Taesan. I just… need a minute.”

۶ৎ but he’s not buying it. He steps inside, looking at you with those dark eyes—the same eyes that often seem distant, but right now, they’re locked on you, focused entirely.

۶ৎ “No, you’re not. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

۶ৎ when you finally break down and admit that your pet passed away, that you didn’t want to tell him, his heart sinks. He already knows what it’s like to miss someone close.

۶ৎ “I… I get it,” he says softly, voice thick with emotion. He drops to his knees in front of you, his hand on your arm, squeezing gently.

۶ৎ “I know what it feels like to miss someone. Dupal’s not here, and I keep wondering if he’s forgotten me. I don’t want you to feel like that, too.”

۶ৎ he pauses, looking at you with a mix of vulnerability and strength. “I’m… not the best at comforting people. But I’ll sit here with you. I’ll listen. I won’t leave until you’re okay.”

۶ৎ instead of words, Taesan just stays with you. He pulls you into a tight hug, not saying anything but letting you know he’s there.

۶ৎ his hand runs through your hair like a slow, steady rhythm, soothing and calm, like he’s trying to carry some of your pain.

۶ৎ after a while, he pulls back, looking at you, his thumb gently brushing under your eye to catch a tear.

۶ৎ he doesn’t try to give you solutions or rush you through your grief. He just sits with you, the silence speaking volumes.

۶ৎ eventually, you end up sitting on the floor together, as he pulls out his phone and shows you a video of Dupal trying to chase after a car (unsuccessfully, of course), and you can’t help but chuckle through the tears.

 ۶ৎ “I hope he remembers me. Just like I’ll never forget him… And I’ll never forget you either.”

۶ৎ when he leaves for the night, he gives you a long, lingering hug, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Call me if you need anything, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself.”

LEEHAN ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

۶ৎ you hadn’t told him. You didn’t want to disturb him, especially when he was in the middle of his busy schedule. 

۶ৎ Leehan had been trying so hard to make sure everyone was good, especially the members, that you didn’t want to add to his plate.

۶ৎ but you couldn’t keep it in forever. You tried to push the sadness away, but it caught up with you when you least expected it. 

۶ৎ you’re sitting in your apartment, curled up on the couch, when you suddenly get a message from Leehan.

۶ৎ “Hey, Coni misses you! And I have some new fishes to show you, want to come over?”

۶ৎ you don’t respond right away. Instead, you let out a shaky breath. The offer seems so simple, but it reminds you of the pet you just lost. The one you cherished.

۶ৎ you try to talk yourself out of going, but before you know it, you’re heading to the dorms anyway. Maybe seeing Coni will help. Maybe seeing Leehan will help.

۶ৎ when you get there, he’s already in the living room, his arms spread wide as he greets you.

۶ৎ “Look who’s here! Coni’s been waiting for you all day!” He’s excited and cheerful, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he sees you standing in the doorway, quiet and looking like something’s off.

۶ৎ “You okay?” he asks gently, walking toward you and pulling you into a hug. “You’ve been on my mind today. Come on, I want to show you something!”

۶ৎ you let him guide you to the fish tank, the new fishes swimming around. He talks about them excitedly, and the way he describes them with such enthusiasm makes your heart ache. 

۶ৎ his eyes light up as he points out each one, naming them and describing their colours and quirks in a way that’s so Leehan—gentle, thoughtful, and full of joy. 

۶ৎ you can’t help but feel your heart melt a little, but also hurt because the memories of your pet flood in at the same time.

۶ৎ “This one here,” he says with a wide smile, pointing to a small, shimmering fish darting through the water. “This is a Runny Nose Tetra. Look at how it moves, so quick and lively. Reminds me of how much energy Coni has when he’s chasing his ball.” 

۶ৎ “And this is a Gold Gourami,” he continues, his voice full of admiration as he watches the golden fish glide gracefully through the tank. “She’s really calm. The kind that just floats around, not bothering anyone.”

۶ৎ he goes on, his voice light and warm as he explains the behaviour of each fish. You watch him talk about them with such affection, and the way he does makes your heart ache with the weight of your loss.

۶ৎ and then Coni comes bounding into the room, tail wagging so hard that his whole body wiggles. 

۶ৎ you can’t hold it in any longer. The weight of your loss catches up with you, and you break down, tears streaming down your face. The suddenness of it all takes you by surprise, and you feel a tightness in your chest.

۶ৎ Leehan doesn’t panic. He just wraps his arms around you, his voice soft as he says,

۶ৎ “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, babe. I get it. I know how it feels.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t push you to talk about it right away. He just sits with you, letting you cry against his chest.

۶ৎ his hand gently runs through your hair, and you feel the warmth of his embrace grounding you.

* “I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love,” he murmurs, his voice tender. 

۶ৎ “Coni, my fishes… I know they don’t live as long, but that doesn’t make it any easier. And… I know this pain. It’s terrible. But you don’t have to go through it alone.”

۶ৎ he pulls back slightly, wiping your tears away with his thumb, and then says something you weren’t expecting.

۶ৎ “I’ll take care of you, okay? We’ll get through this together. We don’t have to forget them, we just… keep their memories close. Like I do with my fish.”

۶ৎ Coni, noticing the sadness, nudges you gently with his nose. Leehan smiles softly, rubbing Coni’s head.

۶ৎ “See? Even Coni gets it. He’s here with you too.”

۶ৎ he makes you a warm drink and sits you down next to him. For the rest of the evening, it’s just the two of you, talking about the silly things Coni and his fishes do, sharing stories of your pets, and letting the grief come and go as it needs to.

۶ৎ before you leave, he kisses your forehead gently and says, “I’m always here for you. And if you need time, I’ll be right here. Whenever you’re ready.”

WOONHAK ʕ｡•ﻌ•｡ʔ

۶ৎ you kept convincing yourself : he’s busy, he’s practising, he’s probably tired, and you didn’t want to be the reason he slowed down. So you didn’t say anything when your pet passed away.

۶ৎ but grief doesn’t always stay quiet. And Woonhak? He just so happened to come over with snacks and that loud sunshine energy of his, flopping onto your couch like always and immediately dragging you into his world.

۶ৎ “Guess who brought peach gummies and terrible horror movies we’re gonna regret watching at 2AM? That’s right. Your favorite genius.”

۶ৎ you force a smile. Try to laugh. Try to keep up. But somewhere between his fifth dramatic retelling of how he heroically caught a falling banana at the dorm, you break.

۶ৎ the tears come without warning, spilling down your cheeks as you bury your face in your hands, trying to hide it—but he notices instantly.

۶ৎ “Wait—wait, you’re crying?? Babe?? What—did I say something dumb? Did I offend the banana??”

۶ৎ he’s scrambling, eyes wide, snacks falling off his lap. He’s panicking—but it’s that sweet kind of panic that shows how much he cares even if he doesn’t know what’s wrong yet.

۶ৎ he practically throws himself onto the floor in front of you, crouching down to your level.

۶ৎ “Babe, hey, look at me—what happened? You’re scaring me…”

۶ৎ you finally manage to whisper it : 

۶ৎ “They’re gone… My pet. I didn’t know who to tell. I didn’t want to make you worry.”

۶ৎ his eyes soften instantly. The panic melts into care, into gentleness—and so Woonhak.

۶ৎ “You—you should’ve told me. I wanna worry about you, dummy.”

 ۶ৎ “…Okay not dummy. You’re a very smart, beautiful person, I’m just emotionally unwell right now because you’re sad and I don’t know what to do.”

۶ৎ he pulls you into the tightest hug, one of those full-bodied, engulfed by a bear kind of hugs.

۶ৎ “It’s okay to cry, you know? Even if you think it’s ‘just a pet’—they were your family. Your best friend. I get it. And I’m here, okay?”

۶ৎ once you’ve calmed down a little, he wipes your tears with his sleeve (and immediately regrets it because “ew okay I used this sleeve to open yogurt earlier wait let me get a tissue—”).

۶ৎ but then he gently sits you down, gets you water, a cozy blanket, and even puts your favorite stuffed animal in your lap with the most serious expression.

۶ৎ “Comfort animal deployment: activated. I am now your emotional support himbo.”

۶ৎ he even makes a little corner of your room a “memorial spot,” setting down a candle and printing out one of your pet’s photos. 

۶ৎ “This is their VIP section. I’m reserving it for good memories and bad jokes in their honour.”

۶ৎ eventually, he pulls you back onto the couch, your head resting against his shoulder. He talks in that soft, low voice he only uses when things are quiet.

۶ৎ “You don’t ever have to deal with this kind of stuff alone, okay? Even if you don’t wanna talk about it, I’m still gonna show up with peach gummies and a stupid horror movie and sit beside you until you feel a little more okay.”

 ۶ৎ “And if you cry again, it’s fine. I’ll cry too. We’ll sob together. Like a synchronized sadness squad. World record or something.”

@coriihanniee 💌

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can i get headcanons for whats it like everyday in the mansion

I hope I did okay on this, I tried to just summarize a general average day for you

While there can be a lot of chaos in the mansion with so many people going through so many different things, on any random given day it's actually more normal than you might assume. They've all lived together for so long that they essentially function as a family, and they tend to get along for the most part. If it's a training day, their days start early. They're usually up by 6 or 7 on training days, all working in groups to train specific aspects for their job, or just working out together and getting in their exercise for the day. If it's not an exercise day, they all tend to sleep in to different times, and if they don't have work at all for the day some of them can sleep quite late.

Usually Slender handles breakfast as he's always the one up the earliest, but generally they try and rotate shifts for meals. I think they'd have a board in the kitchen, and whoever is going to cook the following day will write down either what they want to make for their meals, or they'll write a few foods that they can vote on and they'll make whatever wins. Depending on their schedules and how much they like cooking a creep might cook all three meals or just one or two, as cooking for that many people is a lot of work, so they tend to work in pairs sometimes as well. After breakfast, they tend to disperse for the day. Anyone on duty to handle chores (dishes, cleaning, organizing, etc.) will usually begin doing that, and anyone who has a mission to handle will get ready for that. Anyone who has nothing to do usually hangs out in their friend groups in the mansion, and they'll go out or stay in and play games or watch something, or just hang out. Most days in the mansion are actually pretty calm, with not a lot of rambunctious energy and trouble happening. Someone will make lunch and everyone home who is hungry will group back together to eat and chat, and then they tend to disperse again.

Dinner is the one meal in the mansion that requires mandatory attendance (unless you're not feeling well) because Slender likes to have everyone together for dinner. They all fill up Slender's long dining table and eat and talk and joke around, and it's when all of them tend to be most content. I said in a very, very, very old post that they have different events happening every day of the week as well. Monday night is Slender's book club night in the mansion, Tuesday afternoons Toby and Helen host an art club, Wednesday mornings Jeff hosts a workout class to help everyone learn new exercises and target specific types of workouts, Thursday night is movie night and Friday night is game night and BEN is in charge of both of those, Saturday afternoons Slender teaches cooking and LJ teaches baking, and Sunday afternoons is group therapy hosted by Slender. The only one that requires attendance is therapy, but generally, everyone tends to go to different events every week when they feel up to it, which is pretty often. They're all required to be back in their bedrooms between like 12-12:30, but they're free to do anything before that, and they can stay awake if they'd like to, Slender just tries to encourage healthy sleeping routines. The only exception to that is EJ since he's nocturnal, so he tends to have the mansion to himself overnight, which he doesn't mind because he likes the quiet. Anyone with an overnight mission will leave for their missions around the time everyone else goes to bed, and they tend to return in the early morning hours and try to quietly shower and go to bed so they can sleep as much as they need.

[syn4k]

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unfortunately the only way to solve not wanting to create things is to not create things until you want to create things again.

"but Six!" i hear you protest over the angry yells of all my followers. "that can't be true! i hate that!"

i hate it too. But listen up you self loathing chucklefucks this is IMPORTANT.

if your brain and body is telling you that you are tired and that you need to take a break, fucking listen to them. Do not ignore them and continue making things anyways.

I do not give a fuck about your making one thing per day streak. I do not give a fuck about your follower count or engagement or statistics or whatever the fuck. I do not fucking care how stubborn you are. This rule is set in the laws of the universe itself just like the laws of physics are.

If you do not schedule time for yourself to recharge, your body will automatically do it for you and it WILL NOT ASK POLITELY.

that's what burnout and writer's block IS! you cant make shit if you're too fucking tired and depressed and busy trying to function as a person and don't have any energy left over for creative work! creating things takes ENERGY and EFFORT even the most self loathing low quality shitpost stick figure youve ever doodled on the back of an napkin. That takes effort too. This is your body realizing that you're going past your own limits despite everything and forcibly shutting you down so that you physically fucking cannot anymore for your own health.

Full stop.

If you take the time that you need to rest and regain energy and use it instead to continue doing things that require energy, your body will force you to allocate that time to rest at some point eventually.

So yeah. Sleep in hard over the weekends. Do nothing. Be unproductive. Fuck capitalism and FUCK the Protestant work ethic. I am being so fucking serious right now. This isn't just me repeating what I've heard, this is me sharing things that I've had to learn the hard way over the span of literal fucking years because my dumb ass kept ignoring it too.

You are allowed to, and encouraged to, politely turn down outings with friends and family if you're too tired.

You are allowed to, and encouraged to, take a day off from school or work if you wake up and know in your bones that you are too tired. (Make sure to let your teachers know beforehand. They'll understand. Skipping a day of work is a whole nother can of radioactive horses that I don't want to open right now but others here may have advice. Check the notes.)

You are allowed to, and encouraged to, do nothing.

You are allowed to, and encouraged to, be "lazy" (if you're not enjoying the forced time off, you're not being lazy).

If you can only do the bare minimum to take care of yourself (i.e making low-effort meals, only using the bathroom twice a day, etc) then that's okay too. The more you rest, the more energy you'll slowly build up to do more things like going to the grocery store so that you don't starve and getting those assignments done and taking an extra two minutes to make yourself a glass of something warm in the mornings so that you don't want to die quite as much. Also, when you can, ask your friends for a script and call your doctor about prescribing you depression medication because I love you and this is not normal and you deserve better.

Living life is not supposed to make you want to die, and surviving is not the same as living.

your body has a built in hierarchy of needs and at the top of the list is creating things, which you can only do once you're at a certain level of energy and wellness. if something's wrong, your drive to create will be the first to go.

it's scary, but you'll be okay

be gentle and kind to yourself. imagine that your brain and body is a horse: kicking it when it's down and yelling at it to move won't help. you have to meet it where it's at and feed it and comfort it until it's ready to move on again. you can't write trail songs if you've got no path to roam

this quickly spiraled out of my hands but i am very passionate about this subject and also i love u. good luck.

[animentality]

I'm not sure if I should be on ADHD meds.

I got on them because I wanted to be able to focus and fix my sleep schedule and be a normal functioning human.

Instead I've been awake for three days straight, and I feel hollow.

I've been eating like half a meal a day even though I have literally been awake for three days straight.

And worse is that there is something undeniably missing from my brain.

Something is gone.

I don't feel so passionately anymore.

Is this what normal people feel?

No interest in anything, no strong feelings for weird stuff, no crazy obsessions that give you the addictive joy of being alive?

Something is gone and I don't like it.

I don't feel right.

This isn't me.

I might've been crazy before but the crazy was fun.

The feeling that I have to research every instance of the dies irae in cinema right here and now, in this chilis, or my obsession with plague doctors that would keep me up at night, googling beak designs, or the need to read a hundred fanfics about an obscure video game character, whose video game I never even played.

I also feel like I can't write properly anymore. Like I can type up words, but the ferocity isn't there.

There's no edge, there's nothing for me to express, because I don't feel anything.

I really don't like these meds.

Not sure if I should swap to better meds or just give up and accept that ADHD is going to ruin half my life, while making the other half worth living.

[katzenprinz]

Who is most likely to sleep in/over sleep?(okay this turned into more than that, so sorry and bear with me) ngl I don't think it would be Jason unless prompted(*cough* cuddling with Salim *cough*) but Salim definitely seems like a late morning person. However, I can imagine Mosson or Palmer getting real comfortable and missing their alarms. I feel like Rana and Rachel are very punctual early risers, and I think Elliott and Nick are also more natural early risers as well. Eric and Jason seem like they'd get up early as well simply though years of training. Also Jones. And Kim. She takes her job very seriously.

Salim. Salim Salim Salim. He enjoys his sleep. If Jason didn’t make him get up he would happily stay asleep until he naturally woke up. However, after being a soldier for so many years, he is used to hopping awake at a moment’s notice. On the other hand, this also means he can fall asleep pretty much anywhere. (Like when he fell asleep at the mess table recently in the fic.)

As we see in fic, Jason isn’t a morning person himself. However, he’s learned to function just enough he didn’t get disciplined for oversleeping. He doesn’t actually wake up for a good half hour after. If they were not on military time, he’d happily spend mornings sleeping in with Salim.

Both of then are hardcore cuddlers. Their coffee in the morning is also very much needed. On days they don’t have morning duties or have the day off, like on Christmas, Jason starts to automatically wake up at 5am but Salim bearhugs him, murmurs, “we are off” and Jason goes “oh” before instantly conking out again.

Rachel and Eric both have it ingrained in them too deeply to wake up early that they can’t sleep in past 7 or 8 am, but are usually awake at 6. They use the time to work out, have breakfast, and then jump right into work. Or if they have leisure time, they read or chat together. Eric suffers from insomnia pretty frequently and Rachel has to force him to put down his work and come to bed. “Even if you don’t sleep, you have to rest, so get your ass over here.”

Nick is similar, but can manage to sleep until 10am if he isn’t bothered and had a hard day beforehand. He has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night for an hour or so, usually getting up to stretch or have a snack. Likes to cuddle until he falls asleep and would definitely fall asleep with Rachel (and eventually Eric) snuggled in his arms.

Elliott is a puntual person and usually wakes up early, but it’s because he sets three alarms. He has a cup of tea every morning to perk himself up.

Palmer sleeps like the dead. He’s given the other goslings permission to tip him off of his cot if they aren’t able to shake him awake. If allowed, he’d probably sleep in until 10am at least, but sometimes he’s been known to sleep the whole morning away.

Mosson is, on the flip side, a pretty light sleeper. Odd sounds wake him up in seconds. The sort who could not ever sleep with a light or a tv on. He has fairly regular nightmares, but when he wakes up from them he pretends they never happened.

Jones is military through and through. That’s what happens when you come from a military family. He has always woken up around 5-6:30am, ready to jump into the day.

Rana is in her late 50s. She is up before the sun, normally, but she is also used to changing her sleep schedule to fit whatever the conditions are at a dig site. She tends to go to bed early-ish, between 7-8pm.

Sun-Hi is a doctor. She barely sleeps. She is used to having to cut her sleep short due to someone getting injured. She grabs sleep in short bursts.

(It is 11pm right now and I kept almost falling asleep while writing this. 😅 )

[spacedoutwitch]

Surprise Wednesday Post!

I HAVE been drawing more stuff (yay arm exercises!! Yay executive function!!), but I'm gonna hold off on that until my normal posting schedule, because that's easier for my brain. HOWEVER, @awondrousway did tag me in a writing-related thing, because that is also a thing that I do. I am going to be flexible in my definition of WIP here, both in terms of "what stage is the project actually in" and "hey don't people normally apply this stuff to fanfiction on this, the fandom website", and I'm kinda wondering if this will receive any interaction at all, but fingers crossed, and that being said:

I... am not gonna promise full versions or explanations for any of these, because I've been anxious about sharing most of them with anyone in the first place. But, like. Knowing there's interest could help?? With that?? Anyway. I've drawn/written stuff for all but one of the involved fandoms (including OC stuff), if that's helpful; have fun trying to narrow it down past that. I am going to go try to sleep off the Nonsense Anxiety that posting this is giving me.

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

study idea for when your brain is absolutely burnt out and you can't sleep

The Reverse Pomodoro.

You guys with executive function issues may be wondering, "How does this work? Does this work? Won't I get distracted?"

Dear reader, the point is to get distracted. Because if you're tired and can't focus, well, you're tired and can't focus. Add on not being able to sleep and maybe a case of walking pneumonia? Your body is telling you that you have a snowball's chance in hell of being able to write 2 paragraphs by 11:59 PM, do all your homework, and that you should really be prioritizing self-care instead of following a neurotypical schedule that wasn't made for you.

How it Works:

You set a normal pomodoro timer (this one's my favorite: https://pomodorokitty.com/). It helps to have one that doesn't block sites, which might seem counterintuitive. It is, but bear with me. You set the "intention" (I don't know what else to call it) to something like "self-care" or "my brain clocked out for the day." Then, for the length of the normal pomodoro, you take a break.

(My one note for the break would be "don't go on anything with a super obvious algorithm because you will never get out." You can do literally anything else. Just stay away from the algorithms.)

Here's the fun part: for the 5 to 10 minute break, work as much as you physically can on one thing. Type your heart out on the essay that needs to be written. Run as many math problems as possible. Listen to the Animaniacs songs you need to listen to in order to memorize what you need to memorize. Tackle the project one bit at a time. Just work.

As soon as the "work" timer starts, rinse and repeat until you've completed the task and not burnt yourself out in the process.

(sorry about the long post, here's a dancing potato)

[immortalmuses]

(sms Henry > Alex 💙: ) Hey love. I'm sorry to drop this on you, but I tried to call and got no answer so I guess you're busy or hopefully asleep. I don't want to ruin any plans you have but I need to talk to you about some stuff. Can you let me know when your schedule is a bit more open? I'm happy to come to you - H

Somewhere out there, in the infinite multiverse, exists a reality where Alex's sleep schedule isn't an absolute trainwreck. It's a universe where he likes to think his alternate self is perpetually well-rested, never puts himself through an all-nighter cram session, and doesn't have to resort to inhaling unadvised levels of coffee before 10am just to jump start his brain.

Alas, that reality is not this reality, and Alex Claremont-Diaz is almost late for class.

He's standing in front of his bathroom mirror, manically brushing his teeth with one hand while trying to tame his curls with the other, when it occurs to him to check for a text from Henry. It's typically the first thing he does when he wakes up, but finals week has turned all of Alex's normal (functional human) habits on their head.

Unlocking his phone now, the American squints at his screen until the message from Hen starts to make sense... well, sort of. He's not sure about the cryptic wording, but a quick review of missed calls reveals that his boyfriend tried to reach him sometime after Alex must have faceplanted into his pillow. Damn.

There's something about the message that makes him want to call Henry back properly, rather than resort to text. They've both gotten pretty good at writing out their feelings to one another, but sometimes it's just no replacement for tone. Calling Hen will almost certainly make him late for class, yeah, but Alex finds he doesn't really care. He selects the Prince's contact number and hits 'Send' before lifting the phone to his ear.

"Hen?" Alex says as soon as the other man picks up, moving back into his bedroom to finish pulling a sweater on over his head, "Hey baby, what's this 'stuff' you need t'talk to me about?"

[thefrathousesystem]

In Your Time of Need.

(Doing a little something different, this'll be a fanfic that involves our alter/OC Suki! She's from BNHA, and is a Class 1-A student! She also says hi from co-front, we're writing this together. - Star)

(This is her by the way.) Let's begin!

Your name is Suki Kitagawa. You're 16 years old, over 6'2 (thanks to your dad's side of the family being very tall), and you weigh a good 223 lbs. worth of muscle, a little bit of fat and a whole lot of love. Your quirk is Sleeping Gas, but it doesn't work the way most folks would instantly assume it would; for instance, your quirk isn't activated until you open your many eyes (thanks to your mom's side of the family) and your mouth is uncovered by a face mask that is specially tailored to contain the gas from exiting your mouth. You hate explaining to people how you get around with your eyes closed, it's a very lengthy explanation. How your quirk works once activated is as simple as it seems, you take a deep breath in and exhale to produce the sleeping gas. However the gas has many different effects depending on how big a cloud of gas is. If you take in a shallow inhale and exhale a little trail of smoke, it'll make someone very tired and have them nap for like an hour. Deeper inhale and a longer exhale, that's enough to let someone sleep a normal 8 hours but your quirk is really dangerous if you're in stealth mode. You need a special device that is similar to a gas mask, although it's more of an amplifier for your sleeping gas to spread everywhere, in order to induce really bad psychological damage to your enemies. A deep inhale and long exhale that'd normally get someone to sleep 8 hours is amplified by the mask tenfold, causing possible comas where the ones in the comas experience the worst of nightmares. When they wake up, they aren't who they were anymore and are afraid of you. While this quirk is seemingly powerful, it takes a major toll on your ability to sleep and have normal functioning sleep schedules. You stay awake for days and nights depending on how often you use your quirk, and to make up for the gas leaving your lungs, you have to smoke either medically-prescribed marijuana or sleep with an oxygen mask on and you hate the oxygen mask so weed it is. Of course, Iida Tenya tends to try to get you to stop smoking. Whenever Mr. Aizawa checks up on you, you're as high as a kite and sometimes he'll even get blazed with you in your room. It's just a secret you and him keep behind closed doors, like how you also help him and everyone in the dorms sleep at night. Speaking of, that's where you find yourself tonight. - - - With earbuds plugged into your phone and both of them in your ears, you walk the halls with your quirk activated and eyes wide open with small trails of smoke and gas lingering along the floor like mist. You haven't been able to sleep for 12 days now, and sometimes you just want to be lulled to sleep by your own gas but sadly you aren't affected by it at all. Some nights you're miserable and try to smoke weed but most nights you just wander the halls and let your quirk help others when you can't stand being in your room with your thoughts. It's only 12 AM this time, and you've been at this since 8:30 PM so you can feel your body aching and yearning for the sweet feeling of collapsing but you just can't. You decide to head to the kitchen and make some coffee, closing your eyes and not covering your mouth since you don't need to always wear the damn mask. It's just a safety precaution you take most of the time since you've been taught from a young age that you need to cover your mouth to not scare any children. Grabbing the coffee pot, you pour out the old coffee (or what's left of it, fucking Denki drinks too much of this) and fill it up with water in the sink. During this, you grind the coffee beans and change out the coffee filter before placing a new one inside and scooping the grounded coffee into the filter, getting the now-full coffee pot and pouring water into it's designated spot before finally setting the coffee to brew.

[fallloverfic]

43 and 36 from your fanfic ask meme <3

Thank you so much for asking <3 (From the fic writer ask meme, which folks can still ask about :D)

36. How many views has your most popular fanfic gotten?

This is an odd one because it depends on what counts as popular! (Also I'm using hits on Archive of Our Own for view count). My highest fic by kudos and total bookmarks is Consume Me, my Alien Stage Ivan/Till fanfic, which has 44,475 hits. But my most popular fic by hit count (and subscriptions) likely because it has more chapters, is Beholder, my ENNEAD Horus/Seth fanfic, and it has 66,336 hits. My most popular fanfic by original comments is As Long As You're Mine, my ENNEAD Horus/Seth R19 fanfic, which has 56,244 hits (likely due to chapter count).

43. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

It's definitely had a significant impact on my life (particularly my sleep schedule lol). It's helped me improve a lot as a writer purely through frequent writing practice. And I've managed to experiment with a lot of things I wouldn't have experimented with normally. It's also good for getting better at writing character voice. I've grown a lot more confident with writing things and sharing my work, and I've learned a lot about how to look at writing. I've also met lots of neat people and made some wonderful friends. It's also helped me bond with people in new ways. I've also written so many stories I love. It's fun to be at a skill level where I can write things I enjoy reading, and if I don't find what I want, I can just make what I want relatively quickly, in a form I enjoy. It's also been a good comfort in times I've really struggled, and has often helped me get out of difficult hyperfixations that leave me unable to function much otherwise, because I can write a fanfic and move on at least a little.

I would generally say it's been a positive experience, particularly with all the wonderful people who like my work, but there are downsides. I tend to use it as a coping mechanism for a lot of things in life, and in the last couple of years I've been burying myself in a lot, which makes me worry about burnout because my writing rate is extremely unhealthy. The lack of sleep is an issue (I literally couldn't go to bed last night/this morning until I'd drafted part of the fanfic that was on my brain and which I've been working on today). But I try to be careful with it and nothing bad has happened yet, so, here's hoping nothing bad happens. I also have anxiety I don't post enough, when I very much post way more than I should. My fics average 1.5k+ per chapter (often way more than that, like my fic for Painter of the Night, which was 4,808 words) and I've put out five (soon to be six) chapters of fic in May, which means one new fic chapter every other day. That's not healthy. I've been working on it, though. And it's hard to put effort into publishing stuff that people don't care about. My stuff is generally doing fine these days (for me), but some stuff is not popular or gets no interest at all for a variety of reasons (e.g., dead/quiet fandom, rare pair). Writing fanfics has definitely been practice in stress management lol

Because I write so much I also have to take time away from other things, like reading or watching stuff or playing video games. And it's hard to feel like I'm not always behind on something, or like I should be doing something else. That being said, it's nice to get up in the morning and have stuff I want to do, and go to sleep late because I want more time to do things I like.

I also have been very privileged in that I don't tend to get a ton of bad commenters, but I have gotten a few, on multiple sites. And the worst ones suck a lot. I've gotten okay at dealing with them, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck when it happens. I both want my stories to be popular and fear notoriety lol It's a kind of worrying state of being.

I will say that I have gotten some of the loveliest comments from folks through my fics. It makes my day when I manage to make someone else's. Whenever I get a nice comment, it just makes me smile and have to go walk around happily.

[thebreakfastgenie]

When Hawkeye is exhausted but he gets into bed and still doesn't fall asleep... relatable.

[dragon-in-a-kettle]

Studying Tips when you are easily distracted

Pomodoro Technique, I can't stress it enough how helpful it is. There are many apps, and some allow to change the amount of time for breaks and work. Maybe you can't do 25, then do 15. Others need more time to get "in the zone" and can do 40 minutes.

During breaks, walk away from your desk/workspace. Don't go to far, look through a window, take a glass of water, go to the bathroom, or if you can go outside for a few seconds to take deep breaths of fresh air. The important thing is to mentally detach yourself from that task to reset your mind.

Change subjects. Don't spend four hours on the same topic, it gets way too boring. Divide your time between a subject you like and one that is harsher for you and viceversa.

One hour a day does 100% more for your productivity than five hours of cramming the night before.

Your brain won't function properly if sleep deprived. It doesn't matter how much you studied all night, more often than not you will fail from exhaustion. And no, caffeine doesn't do the trick, it will just give you more anxiety. It's like a rollercoaster of crap. Trust me, been there done that, it sucks.

Make a list of all the things you need to do in order of importance and urgency. Instead of a boring check mark, draw flowers or whatever you like and once completed you can color them.

Your head won't remember everything you have to do, take a small notebook with you everywhere and write down (right in that moment or you will forget), tasks, chores, homework, assignments, essays, etc.

You don't have to make your notes as perfect as the one from pinterest or studyblr (in my opinion that takes way too much time to do and is not that productive), but adding color, sticky notes or small drawings can make it much more pleasant to look at.

Eliminate from your desk/workspace all distractions, or as much as you can. Some of the pomodoro apps I mentioned before, they ring when time is up, it's automatic. So, you can put away your cellphone to not be tempted to scroll through social media.

If you have spent quite a few hours studying, take a long break (not in your bed). You should move to stimulate blood circulation. You could listen your favorite music and dance while eating a snack. Or maybe water your plants, do your prayers if you're religious, anything that isn't related to study. Your mind will thank you.

Know when to stop, it's unhealthy if you overdo it. Melatonin, sleep hormone, usually starts production around 9 o'clock (my psychiatrist told me this) and between 10 and 12 is the moment when your body rest the best.

Also, Melatonin can be affected by blue light emitted from screens. If you can try to avoid them for at least two hours before going to sleep. So that you can regain a normal sleep schedule. This will also improve your mood and eventually your concentration.

There are apps (at least for Android, don't know for Apple) that can block the usage of other apps. It's very helpful and until now it has given me great results.

Make sure to take time to practice your hobbies, hangout with friends, spend time with your family or walk your pet. Your entire life can't be about studying and grades. If you don't enjoy the process of going to highschool/college, you will end up hating it. Even if it's just for 15 minutes. Allow yourself to not be productive. You are not a machine. It's okay to relax from time to time. Your mental health is more important. Even at the cost of success.

[justablah56]

I wrote a thing :)

read it on Ao3 here

Sooo, have this little analogical roommates au that I decided to make up for this one specific oneshot (unless people like this au and want me to write more for it) !! Little bit of context, in this au all the sides are roommates, don't ask me how it works unless you want my very specific way that it looks and works out in my head so there's that. I'm just writing about these two gay dumbasses because them <3 :)

There's no trigger warnings for this fic, it's all fluff today. and for a bit of mostly irrelevant info, I have decided that Logan gets to be 5' 4 and Virgil gets to be 6' 5. because fuck you, tall Virgil and short Logan rights. also Virgil is definitely a tummy appreciator, and Logan just happens to have a tummy, I don't make the rules. and as per usual in my fics, Virgil uses they/them pronouns :)

Logan woke up groggy and exhausted. He had stayed up probably a little too late last night, and now his brain wouldn't even give him the mercy of sleeping in. Rather, it had woken him up earlier than normal. 4:03 in the morning to be exact, having gone to sleep not even 2 hours previously. 

In summary, Logan was miserable. He even tried to go back to sleep, but after 27 minutes it was evident that it wasn't going to happen, so he decided it was about time he actually woke up.

He got up, slipping his glasses on, but not bothering to put on a shirt or change out of his baggy grey sweatpants. After all, it wasn't like anyone else was going to be awake this early.

He left his room for the kitchen to make some coffee for himself with the hopes that it would give him the energy to function properly.

After his coffee was done, he sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of the counter. Zoning out and just barely aware of anything else that was happening around him other than the steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

His mug was half empty before he really started to gain consciousness, and he noticed that there was something on the chair he was sitting on. He really only noticed since the chair, which usually was quite uncomfortable honestly, was now... not uncomfortable?

Whatever it was, it was pretty warm. And soft. And it smelled quite nice now that he thought about it. 

He was still tired enough that this didn't register to his sleep deprived brain as anything important enough to divert actual thought into. So, of course, he continued drinking his coffee and just enjoying the comforting smell, feeling relaxed and content. 

Virgil on the other hand, woke up that morning, feeling... off. They weren't sure exactly why. Well, that wasn't particularly unusual, being anxiety they often felt like something was wrong. But hey, if it was anything important they were sure they'd figure it out.

They got up out of bed, and then they realized what was wrong. Their hoodie was not hanging up where they always made sure to put it before bed. Fuck, this was not good. Not only were they going to be cold all day, but they wouldn't have their hoodie. And that also meant that they'd have to ask the others if any of them had seen it.

Well, wait a minute, no it didn't. They could find it themself. They always woke up earlier than everyone else, so maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to find it before anyone else woke up. It was still only 5 am, so they had two-to-three hours before anyone else was due to wake up, assuming everyone else didn't suddenly decide to differentiate from their usual schedule.

They would start with their room obviously, it was the most likely place after all, and then they would check the living room, and they could work it out after that. It was unlikely that it was anywhere else, really. There weren't a lot of places they was comfortable taking his hoodie off.

Well, they might as well start looking, it's not like the hoodie would find itself.

It wasn't until Logan had finished his coffee 30 minutes later that his brain finally caught up to his unusually comfortable chair and decided to actually look and see what he was sitting on. He turned back to see... Virgil's jacket?

What was that doing here? Virgil never went anywhere without their jacket, it was unlike them to just leave it lying around. They must've just forgotten it. Somehow. Virgil never just forgot their hoodie, Logan had never even seen them without it on! Something must've happened.

Well... Virgil would likely want to know where their jacket was when they woke up, so Logan should keep it on him, right? It was purely so that Virgil could get their hoodie back as quickly as possible. Obviously. 

And therefore, it would only make sense for him to just wear it, then he wouldn't misplace it and he could just give it to Virgil once they woke up! Yes, that's what he would do, it was a perfectly great plan with no alternative motives. Of course.

Logan sighed. Well, there was no point in attempting to reason himself into believing that there was a decent reason he wanted to put on the hoodie, he knew why (though hed never admit it, of course) and he also knew he was going to do it anyway, so there was no point trying to give it an explanation. 

He slipped the hoodie over his shoulders was immediately struck by how warm it was. Virgil must've had some sort of heating mechanism in it to keep it that way if it was still warm after being left out all night (presumably). That thought was immediately followed by how good it smelled. It didn't really have a discernable smell, other than just... Virgil.

No no. None of that. Just because he didn't have the optimum amount of sleep didn't mean he had to get all... feelings-y. So the next reasonable thing to do was continue with his morning routine. After all, waking up early doesn't mean he gets to mess up his whole schedule. Meaning that he had to get up from the counter to continue with his morning routine. 

He dragged himself out of the chair, not bothering to zip up the jacket, but he did bother pulling the sleeve over his hand and bringing it to his nose to get another smell of the hoodie. Of Virgil. No. Stop. It didn't have anything to do with it smelling like Virgil specifically, it just smelled good. Virgil just (objectively) smelled good! It's an objective fact that Logan has no biases toward. Obviously. 

The next thing he realized upon getting up from his chair was how big Virgil's hoodie was on him. Virgil already liked wearing large clothes, not to mention the fact that they were by no means short, standing a good foot or so taller than Logan himself. So putting those facts together meant that the hoodie went just above his knees, effectively keeping his bare torso warm (which was the only reason his face was red, thank you very much).

He then rinsed out his coffee mug, and started some toast. After all, breakfast was an important part of one's day. He really should've started it when he started his coffee like he did normally, but given that normally he didn't only get 2 hours of sleep, he felt he had at least a bit of leeway. 

A few minutes later his toast popped up and Logan got the jelly out to put on it. He rolled up the sleeves on Virgil's jacket, it would do no good to get jelly on their jacket of course, and quickly prepared his little breakfast.

After he finished the slice of toast he made a quick stop by his room for a book to read for the next hour or so. Seeing as most of today's schedule depended on the others being able to help, he might as well use this free time to do something he actually enjoys.

He settled himself on the couch against one of the armrests and began to read.

Fuck. Virgil had spent the last hour checking every nook and cranny of their room and, lo and behold, their hoodie was nowhere to be found. Which meant, that they now had to go outside their room to search for it, with only one more hour to check the rest of the mindscape before everyone was supposed to wake up.

Well. They'd better hurry then. They pulled a shirt on, and slipped out their door towards the commons. 

The sight they were met with as they reached the top of the stairs was enough to stop them in their tracks.

Right there. On the couch. Was Logan. Wearing their hoodie. Now, if it had been literally anyone else, Virgil would undoubtedly be at least a bit upset, but when it came to Logan, all they could do was stare as they felt their face heat up. 

Logan was curled up leaning against the arm of the couch, one hoodie-concealed hand pressed to his face, the other holding his book open. And as if just the sight of Logan drowning in their hoodie wasn't enough to leave them a gay mess, he didn't have a shirt on. 

At this point in time Virgil would like to pride themself on not passing out, because it was then that Logan seemed to deem it time to stop reading. He put in his bookmark and proceeded to stretch his arms up over his head, closing his eyes and yawning as Virgil's hoodie slipped over his bare chest.

Virgil's eyes went wide and were immediately drawn to the small pouch that was Logan's stomach. Goddamn it- why did Logan have to be so fucking cute and why did Virgil have to be so fucking gay.

It was then that Logan relaxed his arms and opened his eyes. Which wasn't the best thing when Virgil was currently standing completely and utterly still, enamored with just Logan, within Logan's vision field now that he wasn't focused on his book.

After Logan had finished a couple chapters, he decided that he should probably actually go get dressed. After all, he couldn't just wait for everyone else to wake up and see him half naked in Virgil's hoodie, he had a reputation. And now that he was properly awake, he probably shouldn't be wearing Virgil's hoodie whenever they decided to wake up, they were awfully touchy with their hoodie.

However, it appeared that he was just a bit too late- for as he stretched in preparation for getting up, he looked up to see who else? But Virgil themself standing at the top of the stairs, face red, eyes wide, and staring directly at Logan. 

Well, not directly. Not his eyes, anyway. No, Virgil's eyes were focused, quite intently he might add, on Logan's stomach. 

Logan immediately flushed and went to cover his bare torso with the hoodie, only to remember that the hoodie belonged to the very person right in front of him, struggling to get out of the hoodie to give it to them.

Logan looked back up to see Virgil's eyes had flicked up to Logan's as soon as Logan had moved to cover himself.

"Sh-shit sorry- I was- I was going to give it back when you woke up, I swear-" Logan began to stutter out.

It was then that they interrupted him with their own apology, "No- fuck- I, I - I didn't mean to- to stare or anything I just-"

They brought their hands up to cover their steadily reddening face as they quickly glanced away from him again, pointedly looking at the wall behind him.

After just a few moments of awkward (and very gay) silence and avoided eye contact from both of them,

"Erm- Virgil. You could- W- Would you like to have your hoodie back?" Logan asked hesitantly, beginning to take off the jacket, assuming their answer.

"Oh! Um," Virgil's gaze landed back on Logan's for a moment, "Yes? Well- no- you actually look really fucking cute in my hoodie and ohmyfuck I don't know why I just said that-" they rushed the last bit out, sounding absolutely mortified at what Logan was pretty sure they had just confessed.

Logan froze, "Y- Wait. What? I- You. think I'm cute?"

Virgil once again removed their hands from their still blazing face, "Er- Yes? I mean, have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn't think you're cute is either blind or lying, so-" 

"Virgil." Logan started, gaining some hidden confidence from god knows where as he took a few steps towards the stairs that Virgil was still standing atop. Perhaps he had been embolden by Virgil's words, or maybe it was just that Virgil had been the one to say them, but regardless whatever his brain decided to do with this newfound confidence, it was likely going to end up being overly blunt.

Virgil looked down at him, now looking a bit confused along with their flushed face. "Um. Yes, Logan?" they asked.

Logan stepped up the rest of the stairs until he had reached the top. "Kiss me?" he asked, looking up and hesitantly reaching for Virgil's hand.

Virgil froze, face going blank for a moment just long enough for Logan to doubt his ability to assess the current situation, before breaking out into a grin and answering with a "God yes." as they grabbed Logan's hand in one of theirs and wrapped their other arm around Logan as they leaned far enough down to press their lips against his own.

[rjalker]

almost forgot to write down my dream since it took so long to hook the wifi back up.

wow brain that sure was philosophical too bad it's wasted on meee

Anyways, feel free to use this as a writing prompt >.>

there was a group of people and they were all together as one group, friends or family or something like that, and they as a group discovered what they thought was an injured person, who'd fallen down a steep hill and injured its leg so it couldn't walk without help.

And people being people, they volunteered to help carry it back to the cave they were all camping out in (because they were poor, because they were camping for fun, or because it was the apocalypse, I don't know. I feel like it was post-apocalypse somehow.)

They spent three days and two nights talking to their guest, getting to know it, asking it where it'd been and sharing jokes. Their guest was friendly and open and was happy to share any information it could. They bandaged the wound on its leg and set it up with pillows and cushions so it would be comfortable sitting or lying down while it healed.

On the fourth morning, the morning person woke up before everyone else, like always. They went about their morning routine like normal and eventually everyone else woke up too. Except for their guest, who still seemed to be asleep. They were all fine with this, it's not like they had a schedule to keep, and sleeping would be good for healing, right?

Well. Eventually they decided to wake their guest up.

only to realize that it was dead.

And not even just "dead", it was completely immobile, frozen like stone. Like it had never been able to move in the the first place.

None of these people had ever seen any real dead people before, but they knew rigor mortis was a thing, so, shocked and upset, they assumed that that's all this was, and after a while of just...flipping out and trying to figure out what could possibly have happened to kill their friend (They hadn't had any open wounds for infection, hadn't seemed sick, hadn't been bitten by anything or eaten anything that could have killed them, hadn't shown any signs of allergies, nothing!) they collectively tried to get their wits together and decided to find a spot to bury it.

They didn't have any shovels or real digging tools, though, so that plan was quickly thrown out when they realized exactly how big of a hole would have to be dug to fit an entire body into it, so they instead opted to gather as many rocks as they could, dug a wide hole as deep as they could, and carried the body there. They covered it with the soil, and then piled the rocks they'd collected on top, not even entirely sure what the purpose of this was, but they'd seen it in movies and thought it'd be more respectful than just leaving the body out in the open somewhere, especially because they didn't want anyone stumbling upon it without warning.

And then...they got on with their lives, saddened and confused and scared but there wasn't anything they could do about it. They brought bucketfulls of water up to the cave to wash the parts their friend had touched in case of germs, and then just...kept on doing whatever it was they did all day.

At some point later, they met another group of travelers, who went on to tell them stories of robots who'd been created by "the DC" before the world ended, who could still sometimes be found wandering around if you got lucky. They looked like people, could walk and talk and could even eat and drink realistically. They were chatbots given the ability to walk around and move on their own, they could make facial expressions and everything...but they were still just chatbots.

They didn't really know anything.

They didn't know that they existed in the first place, let alone that their bodies were made of a synthetic material that could function almost indefinitely...as long as it was constantly moving in some way, flexing and stretching and reshaping the material.

Like walking, for instance.

The chatbot they'd found and thought they'd befriended was not aware of the fact that sitting and lying almost perfectly still for three days to help its injured knee heal would be enough to kill it. The material it was made of had to be kept in constant motion, or it would start to crystalize, and if it hardened past a certain point, the mechanical "brain" of the robot would be destroyed.

None of them had known that in trying to help the chatbot, they'd be assuring its destruction.

And it wasn't a person, it was just a chatbot, so it hadn't even been aware of the fact that it was dying. It wasn't even aware of the fact that it existed in the first place.

[pigeon-scratches]

Sweet Cap'n Cakes headcanons because I said so

Sweet

• Sweet can eat. How? Speaker mouth. (Stole this idea from my friend)

• Both of their speakers also function as eyes! (Stolen once again from my friend)

• They love playing in the rain!!! They've short circuited a few times before, though, so now they're required to put on boots and a coat before they go outside

• Sweet can breakdance like the other two, but they prefer swing overall!

• A lot of people don't expect it, but Sweet actually really enjoys classical music. They even know how to conduct :)

• Please don't let them cook, they'll burn the house down. The best they can do is heat up a hot pocket in the microwave-

• Has the best sleep schedule out of the bots (not to say it's perfect, but they're trying their best).

• Their body is naturally really warm so not only do they overheat a bit more often than normal, they are also the perfect cuddle buddy. They're a walking heater.

• Need their speakers fixed or replaced at least once every two months. Their voice comes through both speakers and they have trouble controlling their volume, so they tend to blow them out on accident a lot.

• This poor bot is so clumsy :( they're a close second to Cap'n with the amount of repairs they need, but usually it's just for small dents and scratches.

• Borderline anal when it comes to organization. Their work station is spotless and everything is labelled and has its place.

• Has ADHD and stims a lot. They flap their hands, tap their feet, whistle a tune, etc. (I'll go more into headcanons like this in a separate post maybe?)

Cap'n

• Cap'n is the best singer out of the group (K_K and Sweet are still pretty damn good though)

• Cap'n can't cook, but he can bake! Doesn't care about getting messy, though.

• On the topic of messy, his work station is a fucking mess

• This bot is an absolute slob and refuses to clean up his work station. He doesn't see a point to it (it drives Sweet insane)

• Cap'n is 100% an English and Math gay

• Like seriously he's way smarter than people give him credit for? This dude can solve super complex math equations in the blink of an eye and doesn't get it when someone else doesn't understand

• He secretly writes poems, but nobody knows and he plans on taking this secret to his grave (Sweet and K_K eventually find out obviously).

• Cap'n needs the most frequent large repairs overall since he forgets to do weekly check ups. He also doesn't want to worry Sweet and K_K whenever he gets hurt :(

• Cap'n can knit! He's really insecure about it though since it's an "old person" activity in his eyes, so only K_K and Sweet know about the hobby.

• Actually has pretty bad social anxiety, but he covers it up to the best of his abilities. Whenever he's nervous he bounces his leg and does something with his hands (wringing them, drumming fingers, biting tips, etc).

K_K

• K_K is an amazing cook and prefers to keep the kitchen clean, but they do get a little messy if they're getting really into it

• And yes, it's the exact opposite with their work table. It's an absolute mess and they refuse to clean it up despite Cap'n's constant protesting

• K_K likes playing in the rain as well! Cap'n is an absolute mother hen when it comes to them and Sweet putting on their rain coats

• All three can dance super well but K_K is probably better than most professionals. They breakdance!

• Related to the previous headcanon, they also use this to their advantage in a fight. Breakdance fighting? Yes please.

• K_K is SUPER physically strong. Don't let those noodle arms fool you, they could lift up a car if they wanted to.

• K_K uses their strength wisely u_u (as in they carry Sweet and Cap'n around on their shoulders)

• K_K has a green thumb and enjoys growing plants (specifically the edible ones like mint)

• K_K is the one who takes care of themself the best and does frequent checkups on their body (tighten screws, replace parts, etc). They also remind Sweet and Cap'n to do it as well since they forget to a lot!

• Even though K_K takes care of their body pretty well, one thing that they have a problem with is uh... having a regular sleep schedule. They will sleep in until 7PM, work until 5PM the next day, then fall asleep for another 20 hours. They literally just forget to sleep sometimes

• K_K has autism. Like Sweet, they have some stims too. (I could go on for a long time about this all, so I'll save it for a separate post)

• Even though they have their head in the clouds a lot, they're a really good listener when needed. If you ever need to talk or just need a shoulder to cry on, K_K is the best bot for the job.

SCC

• Really good at harmonizing with each other and only each other

• They have their own rooms, but they usually just sleep in a pile in K_K's room (they have the biggest bed)

• All three can draw in some way!

•K_K can do amazing pencil sketches of people (semi-realistic) and landscapes (realistic)

•Sweet has a super exaggerated cartoony style and draws primarily characters/people

• Cap'n is just insanely good at drawing like blueprints and plans??? That's all I can say really he's just super good at it

• All three can breakdance but Sweet prefers swing

• K_K and Sweet prefer cats while Cap'n prefers dogs

• Expanding on the previous headcanon, they would totally have a cat (Tasque?) when they move to Castle Town

• Do they get a bingus and knit him little sweaters? Yes. (I will do bingus headcanons in another post)

• While all three enjoy electronic music, they still have their personal favorites. Therefore they WILL fight for the aux chord

• Sweet likes electro swing, indie rock, lofi and classical

• K_K likes lofi hip-hop and rock/metal

• Cap'n likes rock and hip-hop/pop (and country, but nobody knows this. He thinks.)

Update: Made some slight edits!