#its 1:37am

[mocha-bunbun]

idk if you couldnt tell but i like dain

[ahaura]

sooo i had a bagel and it wasn't enough so i had ice cream bu dropped the lid on the floor (right side up) and since we have cats i didnt want to put the lid back on the ice cream i put it in a ziploc bag. also when i took a shower i came up with like 948333 fic ideas but am i going to write any of them? no<3

[queer-pagan-witch]

Anyways I think I'm a music nerd, which might be the in the top 5 things wrong with me, a 24 year old drunk trans questioning woman.

[ursa-tan]

Pervert König part 2; he's just constantly trying to get away with staring and touching y/n, to the point where they try to have a quickie on a mission that almost goes wrong? Just an idea-

How kinky can he get?…

König x reader

Requested

Part 1, Part 2

After your little fiasco, he can’t help but try and get his hands on you any chance he gets… it nearly goes badly.

Reader uses callsign blue because I couldn’t think of anything else… I’m writing this at 2:37am where I am, cut me some slack

König has been relentless since you invited him to your room. Wondering hands and eyes becoming ceaseless when he thinks no one is looking. It doesn’t help that you’ve been left alone together, isolated on the roof of a building.

“How copy Blue?” Price’s voice calls through your comms, forcing you to remove one hand from the sniper rifle to answer. It unsteadies the gun slightly, but you manage.

“All clear up here Captain. Target not yet spotted.” Its a standard response that conveys everything anyone would need to know.

“Good. We’re still scouting on the ground, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Price replies, talking about him and Gaz. Soap and Ghost were off somewhere else, but knowing the Lieutenant, everything would be fine.

“Mein schatz…” König mumbles. He’s laying on his stomach beside you, not paying attention to the gun he seemed so desperate to hold not even that long ago. “You look so pretty laid out like that…”

“Not now, the target could appear at any moment,” you shift slightly, pulling your snipers hood to adjust it. You can’t risk being seen by anyone who doesn’t already know you’re there, the mission is too high stakes.

König elects to ignore your hushed warning, placing his large palm on the back of your thigh. It rests just above your knee. For a moment, you think he’s going to leave it there, but then it starts to slide up your leg.

His gloves catch on the fabric slightly, causing it to bunch and pull as he moves his hands upwards. It’s driving you mad that you can’t push him away - a moment away from the scope could be the difference between making the shot and botching the mission.

“Just let me feel you mein schatz…? Please?” His voice is pathetic as he whispers out the plea. For a man so big, he sounds so small.

“König I can’t mess this shot up,” you growl. Nothing in you wants to tell him to stop but you have to anyway, so you settle for a compromise - or at least it seems that way to you.

“That wasn’t a no~” suddenly, his voice becomes a purr. His hand shifts, gripping the inside of your thigh and sliding up.

It takes him seconds before his fingers are at your core, two of them massaging your cunt through the fabric of your trousers. Everything in you has to fight to stop you from pushing back against him, grinding yourself into his fingers.

“Keep your eyes on the streets mein schatz,” König says, like he wasn’t practically begging for you to let him distract you just moments ago.

“I’m trying,” you hiss out through clenched teeth. He only chuckles in response, massaging your cunt in just the right way.

Barely any time passes before you can feel warmth growing between your legs. Your body is begging for him, to be touched properly, to grind back into his hand and forget about everything else.

Apparently, you don’t have to worry about it, as König is hoisting your hips up the best he can without shifting your head too much. You don’t get a chance to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches underneath you and undoes both your belt and your trousers.

“König I need-” you try in vain to get him to stop, a verbal slap in the wrist wouldn’t stop this man.

“I will be gentle.” Is all you get in response as he works your trousers down your thighs, letting them rest just below your knees. This gives you the chance to drop your hips again, giving you a steadier view down the scope and into the streets.

This peace doesn’t last long, however, as his hands starts groping and caressing your thigh again. He keeps it mid thigh for a moment, indulging in the softness and the warmth of your skin.

Soon enough, his hand is following the same pattern as before, sliding up your bare leg and towards your core. He takes a momentary detour, gripping the fat of your ass in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze. Part of you knew it would’ve been a rather loud slap had it not been for your current location.

Ultimately, König’s hand comes back to rest over your clothed cunt. His hand feels almost unnaturally warm, calloused fingers gently pressing against your warmth. He’s almost mimicking the same pattern he would pulse his fingers at if he were fucking you.

“It is so hard to keep my hands off of you~” König growls, his middle finger finding your clit through your panties. He rubs it, small, slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I- I Can tell.” You readjust your rifle, shouldering it slightly differently. It’s a desperate, failed, attempt at distracting yourself from König’s ministrations.

“Shhh, concentrate,” he chuckles lowly, almost to himself. It feels like he’s making fun of you as he does.

You don’t get a chance to respond though, as König presses down on your clit in just the right way. Your body jumps slightly, tensing in pleasure for just a second before you relax again.

As much as you try to fight it down, anger bubbles up inside you. They couldn’t been the difference between making the shit and botching the mission.

“König I—” your body jolts again, this time with the sensation of the crotch of your panties being pulled aside.

König’s now ungloved fingers are pressing against your slick cunt. He slides them back and forth through your slick, gathering it up on his first and middle finger. You know exactly what he’s going to do and you don’t have the heart - or the chance - to stop him.

His fingers are slipping inside you before you can say anything. They slide in to the knuckle, completely buried inside you. Everything about him is so massive that even just a couple of his fingers provide you with an amazing stretch.

König only gives you a few seconds before she starts to curl his fingers into your sponges sweet spot. They’re slow, deliberate, *teasing* curls that are already causing heat to flood to your core.

It’s such a delicious feeling that you eyes start to unfocus . Pleasure starts to trickle through your body, staring at your stuffed cunt and spreading outwards. It’s a sensation that causes the rope in your belly to tighten a lot faster than you thought it would.

“König I’m… Fuck…” is the only words you can mumble out while still looking down your sniper’s scope.

“Don’t worry, cum for me~” König purrs, fingers continuing to work the same, perfect rhythm.

“Target in sight. Take the shot Blue.” Price’s voice suddenly crackles through your headphones just as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“Yes… sir…” it takes everything in you not to stutter. König’s continued movements don’t help, but but some miracle, you take the shot and eliminate the target.

What you don’t realise is that König has not only stopped but also pulled his fingers out. The stress of the situation holds you from noticing until he’s pulling your trousers back up and you realise that you never came while he was finger fucking you.

“What? That’s not fair!” You whisper shout, already staring to move towards the exit.

“I was distracting you mein schatz, you said you needed to be concentrating.”

“…fuck.”

[inmyminditsreal]

Lego Is Life

Fem!reader x Spencer reid

Word count: 700 ish

Summary: Woken up by a very eager 8 year old daughter, Spencer and I crawl out of bed and indulge in Lego like true adults.

Warnings: sweetnessss

I'm supa tired so if this is rusty IM SORRRY!! also sorry i haven't posted in like 30 years. been tired and focused on school!! Hope you enjoy

Enjoyyyy!!!!

Spencer had just finished a case and as soon as he got home, he almost fell asleep while hugging me. I told him we should just go to bed, he agreed. So now we’re crawling into bed, finally able to get some sleep. Though, with an eight year-old daughter it’s very hard. Most nights we're woken up by bad dreams, the monster under the bed, that she puked, or that she wants to cuddle. We eventually both drift off to sleep, holding each other close. Until,

“Daddy! Come look at this!” Our daughter says as she bursts open the door. With a loud groan followed by a smile, Spencer crawls out of bed, picks her up and says,

“Where to sweetheart?"

“My bedroom!” She says with a stifled giggle. Curious as to what this mystery was, I crawl out of bed too and begin to follow them. I check my phone to see a whopping 1:37am. In the bedroom I see that Kasey has just finished building her Lego friends set.

“Awww that’s awesome sweetie.” I smile from the doorway with a yawn, and see Spencer give her a big high-five.

“I love it. Which one is this?” Spencer asks.

“This is the best waterpark ever. I call it Kasey’s Kool Slides, but cool with a k. It has all the cool characters and I can make them fight each other! It says you can add water to it! Can I?” 

“As long as you do in the living room, where there’s no carpet.” I add with a smile.

“So! Wanna play?” She zaps while looking at us with the biggest grin I've ever seen. 

We both look at each other with tired eyes and smile. “Absolutely.”

“YES! Okay so this is Emma, she’s my favourite and she likes Mia, Autumn, and Stephanie. But the other girls are their enemies! They’re the mean girls at their school.”

“Are they mean enough to give a tickle attack?” Spencer laughs as he throws her on the bed and tickles her into a fit of giggles. 

“Stop!!! Let's go to the living room and fill it with water!” She giggles as she escapes from his arms and runs down the stairs. 

“Are you sure you’re not too tired honey?” I ask Spencer, seeing his giant eyebags. 

“Of course. How could I miss out on this waterpark drama.”

I smile as he picks up the Lego set and walks down the stairs. Kasey has already cleared a big spot on the living room floor and filled a cup with water. “Are you ready?” She asks us both.

“Mhm.” I say, as we sit down by her and watch as she pours the water in with a giant smile. I watch as Spencer takes one of the characters and begins to fight with the one in her hand. She gasps and pushes his down the slide. Both of them, smiling like idiots. I join in  and they eventually tire eachother out. She collapses on top of Spencer, who has already fallen asleep on my lap. I snap a picture and gently wake him up,

“Spence, wake up its 3 in the morning. Honey, wake up.” I whisper while gently shaking his shoulder. His eyelids shutter and he looks up at me.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiles and shuffles his position.

“Don’t move!” I whisper-shout while pointing towards Kasey. He slips her into his arms, we both walk up as I pick up the lego set. In her room he sets her down on the bed and pulls the covers up slowly. She opens her eyes and smiles at us. 

“Goodnight mommy. Goodnight daddy. Can we play more tomorrow?” 

“I’ll see what I can do about that sweetheart. I love you.”  He says as he places a soft kiss on her forehead, and I do the same.

“I love you so so soooo much sweetie. Goodnight.” I whisper.

“I love you too.” She mumbles as she snuggles into her blankets. We turn out the lights and quietly shut the door. 

“She’s so cute, oh my god.” I mumble as we walk back to the room.

“So cute.” he says with a sleepy smile. I show him the picture I took of the two of them sleeping. He smiles and whispers softly,

“I love you so much.” While looking down at me. He collapses into the bed and I follow right after, crawling into his arms and drifting softly asleep.

[eexho]

im sorry yhis is so dumb but its 1:37am and im tired and i started doodling and this is where we are

apologies for the bad formating ive never done a comic before 🫡 enjoy

[strvwdere]

He's been on my mind and my dash today. Uploaded from the dox archive, briefly edited, and still doesn't have a title! Taking suggestions in the tags <3

Edit: title added!

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"Unannounced"

Aki Hayakawa x gnc!Reader drabble (~1k words)

CW!s: Fluff, brief mention of blood, suggestions of violence and hookup culture, one (1) use of profanity, no pronouns or anatomy descriptions for reader, JP urban life context, Aki is a sweetie pie, **note at the end if u care to read!

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Thinking about the first time you ever put your lips on Aki Hayakawa.

It was far more innocent than others might suspect. With your jobs and daily lives entrenched in spectacular horrors, it was practically expected for those in your position to blow off steam with one another. You'll admit you'd had a brief tryst or two, but now you had a new partner. And Aki didn’t seem like the type.

It's 02:37am and the train car is blissfully empty, not a sloshed up salaryman in sight. Aki had offered you a seat but chose to stand himself, claiming that he'd likely fall asleep if he took a moment to rest his long legs. You could see the truth of it on his face, but also knew he looked most comfortable staying on guard. Frankly, you wouldn't be surprised if the man slept with one eye open, literally.

He's got one hand on the baggage rail above you, the other fiddling with his lighter in the pocket of his suit pants. He catches you staring down at his sneakers, scanning them with casual curiosity, when he prompts,

"What?"

You blink, "They're clean."

“Huh?”

Aki thinks you must be blind, but he’s not rude enough to call you on it. Today’s shift had been your first time patrolling Shibuya together, so it was brutal, naturally. There’s not one article of clothing between the two of you without blood smeared on it somewhere. Standard rite of passage.

“The department chair said you like to stay busy. You a sneakerhead? There’s not a single scuff on those.”

“Not sure what the state of my footwear has to do with anything.”

“Sorry.”

You glance off to the side, not wanting him to presume scrutiny any further.

One thing about Aki- 90% of the time he’s vaguely dismissive and the other 10% he’s shy. 100% of the time you’re dogshit at reading him in the moment.

The ambiance of the train rattling down its track settles over you both. Stops coming and going, announcements crackling through the speakers and flashing on the overhead digital monitors as you pass through. Your lids are about to slip shut when he speaks, almost mumbling to himself.

“I like to take care of things.”

You roll your head along the back of the seat to look placidly in his direction again.

“Come again?”

He clears his throat. 

“I like to take care of my stuff. Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really, just surprising to me.”

“What’s so different about it?”

Your eyes follow the long column of his tie from the barely loosened knot at his throat, down his slim torso, to the pointed end that meets perfectly at the top of his belt buckle. Meticulous, you think. Meeting his eyes again as a wry smile tugs faintly at your lips, you state, 

“You’re a serious guy, Aki Hayakawa.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He turns away, shielding his face with his arm still resting on the baggage rail, and casting his gaze over his toned shoulder. You’d assume he was dismissing you again, were it not for the visible tip of his ear tinted the lightest shade of pink. Look at that, you muse internally. The other 10%.

-The next stop is Ueno, G16. Please change here for the Hibiya line, the JR lines, and the Keisei line. This train is bound for Asakusa.-

You uncross your legs preparing to stand, semi-accidentally brushing your boot across the width of his shin as you do. He doesn’t flinch, but continues to avoid eye contact.

“Your stop, right?”

“Yep,” you quip, pulling the strings in your limbs against their will. Exhaustion is hitting you more fully now as you gather yourself. You’ll test Aki’s buttons another time, you decide. A time when a hot shower and your mattress aren’t demanding your presence so immediately.

-Arriving at Ueno, G16. The doors will open on the left side.-

“Don’t forget we’re touching base at HQ first tomorrow, and bring your report. They’ll want one from both of us since you’re an internal transfer.”

“Sir, yes sir.” 

You rise carefully to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder and steeling yourself for the next leg of your commute.

You’re mid-reach for the strap above when the train activates its breaks, rocking you forward and directly into Aki’s firm chest. An arm comes up to steady you against him while your outstretched hand aims for the baggage rail, landing on top of his own instead.

His voice is as rigid as the rest of him when he asks,

“You good?”

You tilt your head up sheepishly to reply and are struck by the fine architecture of his flexing jawline. Here you are hip to hip, eye to eye, and he’s still avoiding your gaze, burning holes into the wall of the train car behind you.

Whether it’s impetuousness or sleeplessness, something overcomes you. Rising onto the balls of your feet, arm pulling yourself up and in, you plant a soft, fleeting kiss to the underside of Aki’s chin.

-Ueno. This is Ueno station. Please watch your step.-

“Take good care of me, partner.”

-The next stop is Ueno-hirokoji, G15. Please transfer here for the Toei Oedo line.-

His arm leaves your waist and your hand uncovers his as you step away, dashing onto the platform just before the doors begin to close.

As the train pulls away, you’re left with a lingering sense of frustration and the impression of his body heat still ghosting your skin.

What you didn’t catch behind those doors was Aki, collapsed on the seat with his head in his hands, blushing bright red all the way down to his collar. 

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©strvwdere.tumblr.com; est. 02/2023; no quotes, reposts, or translations 🍓

**Note: I really wanted to make a cute reference to the way the phrase “yoroshiku onegaishimasu” is used in Japanese. One of its many meanings is “please treat me favorably” or “please take good care of me” and is often used in introductions and establishing coworker connections. That said, there is no direct translation to English so I’m afraid it came out a little clunky here (in my head, the reader essentially says “Please take care of me, Hayakawa Senpai). Lmk if you guys have any ideas! This was a quick bit I thought up while in the middle of my JP studies in preparation for going abroad. Had a lot of fun toying with our favorite Devil Hunter and looking through Tokyo-metro's website- that level of organization is A1!

[voidgearr]

hi everyone its 5:37AM and i am a little delirious from the last of sleep, but i stayed up all night working on this for the world to see

i am desperately asking that you go through it in slideshow mode because there is one (1) joke hanging on that.

[aropride]

following me simulator ⬇️

aropride Feb 30 2023 - 05:14am • 1 minute ago

Dude itsfuckig 5am ihave to go to bef goodnight #maybe inthe mornig i wontwant to kill myy self #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 04:41am • 34 minutes ago

aaaaouuuhgh. blorbo . from my shows #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 04:12am • 1 hour ago

#mewhen my actions have consequences .. crazy shit #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 03:51am • 1 hour ago

oh god it will never get better huh it will really never get better i will feel like thisf orever asnd ever #one of those nights #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 02:47am • 2 hours ago

i loveeeee fanfic like yes.pput those guys in a situation #put those GIRLS in a situation hashtag feminism #text

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aropride Feb 30 2023 - 12:03am • 4 hours ago

how to fill the mother shaped hole in my heart easy cheap free #Please #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:57pm • 4 hours ago

i fucking hate writing #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:29pm • 4 hours ago

Itsliterally like #text #in ptsdworld .crazy in here

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:13pm • 5 hours ago

go here https://open.spotify.com/track/5HLVrG3xcuAQVwB65hI1GU?si=691b96a8b10345cc #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 6:29pm • 10 hours ago

like i should honestly drop out i really dont know what im doing in college anymore when i cant evenfucking do any of the work and it makes me want to throw my self out a WINDOW for real but also i cant cuz i cant work a fucking job id genuinely rather die . so its likewhat do i do now lol. WAIT I CANT EVEN DROP OUT IM ON SUSPENSION. im going to fucking kill my self #text #suicide tw

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 4:17pm • 12 hours ago

the world is so fucking beautoiful. saw a tree today. a bird as well. do not EVER fucking kill your self what if one day its 69º and sunny out #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 3:42pm • 12 hours ago

just had such a good sandwich #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 2:31pm • 13 hours ago

im so fucking scared #text #get me out of here (my brain)

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 12:19pm • 15 hours ago

to do list: finish writing , sew , pet dog, shower, schedule psych appt, take meds #text

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aropride Feb 29 2023 - 11:37am • 15 hours ago

goodmornig -_- #i want 2 go back2 bed imstill eepy #text

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[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Ted in Mathmagic Land

https://ift.tt/yzQ5DSs by gnen “No, no, it was threefold.” The memory’s so clear to Ted that it’s almost odd that Beard can’t see it too—a recursive layering of images, both ternary and infinite, somehow more vivid now than it was when he first experienced it. “All of it was threefold.” Aka the one in which I bring the triangle metaphor to its natural conclusion. Words: 19210, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Keeley Jones Relationships: Coach Beard/Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton Additional Tags: Trigonometry, Polyamory, Happy Ending, Magical Realism, Post-Canon, Hallucinations, Visions, brief canon-typical reference to suicide, canon adjacent children (Beard’s baby), Parenthood, Rebecca and Matthijs break-up, no Matthijs bashing, Beard/Jane divorce, background Keeley/Roy/Jamie if you squint source https://archiveofourown.org/works/55464901 April 26, 2024 at 01:37AM

[minilinooo]

˗ˏˋ sleep well. | jaemin ´ˎ˗

pairing: bf!jaemin x gn!reader

genre: drabble, fluff, a bit of angst, established relationship

word count: 615

synopsis: it is one of those nights where you can’t seem to clear your mind. this causes you to lose sleep. however, with your boyfriend sleeping beside you, you are somehow able to calm down.

warnings: reader is implied a overthinker

a/n: this was inspired by a tiktok i saw :)

Great, another long night filled with nothing but meaningless, irrelevant thoughts that corrupt your head, preventing you from getting the sleep you need.

You stared at the ceiling with tired eyes, endless thoughts occurring in your mind - none of them seeming to disappear anytime soon. You let out a sigh, growing tired of doing anything but sleep. This had to be the 3rd time this night where you had to wake up because of this one silly thought that’s been lingering around in your mind the whole day. Something came up in the middle of the day that bothered you for the rest of the day. Your mind didn’t let you focus on anything but this specific thing and even if you were able to get your mind off it for a bit, it would still find a way to waltz back into your head, planting itself back in its original place. It wasn’t even that serious but your mind made it feel as if your whole life revolved around it. The more you thought about it, the more it would break off into additional small, negative thoughts; to the point they became endless. It was irritating and exhausting.

Hence why you couldn’t go back to sleep. Tears pricked in your eyes as you grew more frustrated at the thought that you couldn’t fight back these meaningless thoughts. Why couldn’t you just leave this off to the side and worry about it the next day? Why does this have to happen at the only time where you can get all the peace and quiet throughout the day? Why must I overthink everything? You looked over to your right and saw your lover, Jaemin, sound asleep on his back, occasionally letting out soft snores. He looked so calm and peaceful; nothing seems to be disturbing him. Something you seemed to be struggling to do.

Seeing your boyfriend peacefully sleeping, you wanted to try again at falling back to sleep. You rolled onto your left side and closed your eyes - attempting to block out all of the sounds and thoughts from entering your head. It worked for what seemed like a few moments, but of course, your eyes opened once more. You glanced at the alarm clock which read 1:37am - which was basically not that far from when you went to bed. It felt like it’s been forever since you and Jaemin went to bed. You rolled back onto your back, then back onto your side, then back to your back again; it became a pattern which went on for a while until you got yourself situated in a position that made you comfortable. Considering how comfortable you felt, you took this as a chance to finally fall asleep. 

Before you could start to drift off to sleep, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and moving you to the other side. You turned around and was met with Jaemin’s half-asleep gaze, “I’m right here, get some rest.” he said softly, stroking your head slowly, knowing that it’s a way to calm you down which it did. Just from a small action, you were able to calm down immediately compared to when you tried to calm yourself down. It was crazy to believe how much of an effect Jaemin had on you. You didn’t know whether it was because he made you feel safe or if it’s cause he literally has you trapped in his arms but either way, you felt secure in his embrace.

Feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep, you buried your face into Jaemin’s chest, taking in his warmth, feeling slightly at ease now that you’re in his arms.

taglist: @soobin-chois @seung-scrittore @prettybeoms @yesv01​

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Most to least likely to help *you* rearrange *your* room in the middle of the night, when you knock on their door at 1am 

Most likely to help - Itadori - THIS KID JUST WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE AND MAKE THEM SMILE! Chances are he’s also still awake, even if you knock on his door at 2:37am. He’s playing video games, watching a movie or show, reading a comic, or possibly even rearranging his own room. If you need help, he is down. And if you offer a snack or beverage, he’ll race you back to your room to help.

Yuta - This kid, like Itadori, is also a people pleaser, and figures sure, why not help out? He could use a distraction from whatever existential crisis he was going through while staring at the ceiling.

Nobara - In theory, she would be fantastic. She’s strong, would love middle of the night dance parties with loud throwback music while you moved furniture around. But in practice, she wants to direct where everything should go, and then bails with your bed in the middle of the floor, clothes everywhere, desk tilted on its side for some reason, complete and utter chaos, because she needs her “beauty sleep”

Maki - Again, in theory, she is the number one person (after Itadori) that I would want to hire to help me move (apartments/houses/in general) and to move my furniture around. But if you ask her in the middle of the night… she’s either exhausted from training, studying, or doesn’t understand why you can’t do it tomorrow when it’s not 1:30am.

Inumkai - He was having a lovely dream until you woke him up. He’s a bit grumpy as he mumbles “go to sleep”. This is both to help himself get rid of you, but he also genuinely thinks that you are rearranging everything because you can’t sleep, and not for the true reason, that sometimes it’s fun to make things over in the middle of the night. 

Panda - Would make up some excuse as to why he can’t. “It’s because I’m a panda!” Well that doesn’t stop him from still hunting down curses and doing everything else, “I’m… hibernating.” “It’s the middle of the summer.” *fake snores* “......”

Least Likely - Megumi - He won’t even open the door. You can walk right on back to your own room with that midnight nonsense. Check with Itadori next door though, he might be willing to help.

[dhr-ao3]

The Hues of Heresy

The Hues of Heresy https://ift.tt/sMegG6C by heyvirgo4 The circus might arrive without warning, but its thirteenth-anniversary gala is preceded by quite the fanfare. At long last, Draco, an unassuming assistant whose entanglement with the secret is a well-kept secret, and Hermione, the much-adored illusionist who graces a circular stage in her circus tent each night, are able to parse out the extent of their connection to their task, and to each other. Words: 3246, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Horace Slughorn, Lucius Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Minerva McGonagall, Pansy Parkinson, Padma Patil, Parvati Patil, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Inspired by The Night Circus, Alternate Universe - The Night Circus Fusion, Author took liberty with the casting, Fluff and Angst, Slice of Life, Midnight dinner, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, Magic, Circus, I'm so sorry I have no idea how to tag this fic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/RkdmhnC September 19, 2023 at 05:37AM

[someone-always-cares]

chapter 5, page 47

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. "if this really is the place, why not call in the heroes? they're more prepared." lewis asks, stepping through the newly made gap in the chainlink fence. "can't. iris is an unregistered super, if they were found out, they'd be arrested, probably forced into the stupid piss program." jade answers. the panel is looking down at the two entering, shot as if someone was staring at them through the shattered and boarded window above. the ground is both patchy and overgrown, with a few bushes and a couple bricks and rocks scattered around. "the fucking what?" asks lewis, off panel. "the PIS have a program for some vigilantes and villains with useful powers and non violent tendancies. end up being forced into heroism. it's technically a choice, just one between that or prison." replies jade, looking back at lewis over her shoulder, frowning. "do you think that'd happen to you?" "HA!" she laughs. "doubt it. i may be an off-white shade of morally grey, but i'm still a disabled nuisance with a dangerous area of effect power and a real problem with authority." she explains, turned back to lewis. "same problem for you, except you have a better range and a cleaner record. anyway i'll elaborate more after we get iris out of here." end id]

some brief lore. its 1:37am at the time of typing this so i cant remember off top of my head which parts have been mentioned before. the program has been referanced before but not in name i havent given it a name when i was drawing this page the script was like "probably forced into the [name pending] program" and so i didnt pick a name. i think i did mention the Paragon Institute for Superheroism in a bonus bit with the fake brochure, where rami and his team work.

anyway i have work ing the morning so im going to crash peace out

[little--ghost]

its 1:37am its time for me to b incoherent again /j (im horrible at explaining, and a lot of my hcs aren't 100% fully thought through so this makes more sense in my head i am so sorry o7)

All vessels are born from within the Abyss, as such all of them contain shades

Vessels aren't necessarily separate from their shades in this verse, when taking enough mortal damage they revert into their shade and move to wandering until their physical form recovers fully after however much time is needed. Shades sort of exist in the background as the 2nd voice in their vessel's minds by default, but some are capable of overtake due to something like intensely strong emotion, self protection ect. Shades' appearances match the vessel they're from. Except more wispy and ghost like. (Mod note: an example of "this makes more sense in my head")

While in a shaded state the vessel is not 100% conscious, being aware yet not at the same time and taking the back seat in watching their actions- mostly staying to simple courses of action and/or emotion if any at all. Most of the time they prioritize not experiencing further harm. Capable of fighting back, and actually can be quite dangerous in some cases. Many vessels won't remember anything that occurred during this period, if they do it will be in blurry or spotty bits in memory. The time leading up to whatever caused it may or may not be affected.

Shades have been observed to be relatively violent to any entity in its proximity, sometimes even other vessels. Though, for many, staying a respectable distance away or backing away slowly if spotted is enough to remain out of harm’s way. However, some shades can be extremely violent. It’s unknown what causes certain shades to show extreme agitation to anything within its area, but it’s suspected it may have something to do relating to the vessel’s personality, tendencies and other factors amplifying whilst as a shade.

Void by nature is somewhat violent, having only grown more agitated after the infection started. It'll overtake whatever it can grasp, and consume those who get too close which can include beings of its own creation at its worst. Most of it has stayed contained within the Abyss, but traces can be found within the basin above, and curiously enough in a small section within Deepnest. It's rumored in the hushed whispers amongst the siblings an escape through Deepnest is possible from the Abyss.

Death is. weird. when it comes to vessels. Admittedly I haven't even figured this part out myself. Though one reasonably could choose however to return back to the void, if they put their regrets to rest. Most exist still, keeping their conscious and just exists within the mass that is some kind of shared hivemind of some kind. Just existing as passing whispers in the darkness. But if one wanted to fully return to complete unconscious all attachments and ties must be fully severed otherwise they go into... something. A purgatory state? Where the physical being exists but the mind no longer is attached? They just go into a coma i guess?? (Mod note: i definitely was thinking about RW in the back of my mind when i first thought of this)

Void is generally used as a more obscure source of magic, and its thought currently only the old snail shamans and vessels are capable of using it. Some uses include minor teleportation (Echo has shown capability of this), offensive spells (Ghost mostly just stole these, but Azu is capable of this) or self defense (all 4 vessels on this blog use their capes as void tendrils when needed to defend themselves. but that's only because its easier that way. Echo is capable of using their missing arm to form tendrils)

Ghost has been observed being capable of shading themself for More Power at will, though is required to be fueled by desperation and seen as a last resort (this is completely unrelated to the fact they get more aggressive as they take more damage) Pre-Voidheart this state was mostly uncontrolled and kind of just... happened sometimes. You can reasonably say they kinda just go a bit feral, and while they do have some extent of influence on their actions a lot of it isn't fully conscious. They do not remember much, if anything at all when it happened. Post-Voidheart it's a lot more controlled, though memory is still somewhat fuzzy afterward they remain conscious and aware of their actions. The constant in both periods of timespans is it's extremely draining in all aspects and usually results in them being left unable to fight once they're out of that state. They try very hard not to fall into this, and while other vessels are maybe capable of this only Ghost has been observed so far to be able to willingly do this. May have something to do with the fact they're Lord of Shades in present time.

[cass1x1]

ethan/noah: ↕♣

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

[12:42am] Hey I heard you left the party with that Denis guy [12:46am] I don't know him but he seemed really wasted [12:51am] Just text me when you get home or to his place or whatever [12:55am] I'm worried about you

Send me ♣ for a drunk text

[1:36am] barrys flirting with this guy [1:37am] hes always done that but like now its weird [1:42am] oh god they jsut left are they going to go bang in the bathrooom or something? [1:45am] am i supposed t to just wait until they finishe? [1:56am] i wish you hadn't left