(sleeplessly embracing..)

mal/noot. 24, she/her, ina/eng. hypnagogia on ao3; currently fixated on verkwan, sometimes tomarrymort and gallavich. yes, this is a side blog.

[hypnagogue]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

some of you might have gotten the notification three days ago, but i just have to post this here now that i’ve opened the tab. but yes, the rumors are true; i have once again fallen to the pit of hellhole that is the kpop fandom. please save me.  

i had an internal debate with myself abt putting this on my old kpop pseud (p sure none of u here knows me from back then but i used to go by kewtsoo) or not but in the end i decided not to, so here it is in the (internet-equivalent of) flesh. 

this is the song i appropriated into the song hansol hummed as he put the blanket on top of seungkwan. this is for you, dangdut connoiseurs. 

[hypnagogue]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

apologies for the late post but since i’m finally catching up on tumblr i feel the need to post proper fic link posts so here goes the first one. a few months ago i got very bored and decided to attempt one of those one word fic prompt thing and @ashleyantwolf had kindly dropped one of the most glorious words english has to offer.

it took me a whole month to actually work something worth posting (and it still doesn’t actually contain cockwarming because i can’t write porn) but here it is in the internet-equivalent form of flesh.

[hypnagogue]

quick notice, friends–those of you who are subscribed to my ao3 (i can never be grateful enough–thank you for finding my crap subscribe-worthy) might be aware that i am now neck deep in kpop rpf. i usually post all the fandom-related shits on twitter since it’s where the community is most active, but since elon musk decided that a 44 billion worth of platform is a great place to throw a strop and subsequently fuck up… well. long story short, i decided to make another tumblr account just in case–so if anyone’s interested, feel free to follow me here. do beware that it contains rpf and nsfw shits, though.

tl;dr i made a new kpop/rpf tumblr due to the twitterpocalypse

[hypnagogue]

something i forgot to add: i go by noot there, but feel free to address me by whichever nickname of mine you’re most comfy with!!

[hypnagogue]

quick notice, friends--those of you who are subscribed to my ao3 (i can never be grateful enough--thank you for finding my crap subscribe-worthy) might be aware that i am now neck deep in kpop rpf. i usually post all the fandom-related shits on twitter since it’s where the community is most active, but since elon musk decided that a 44 billion worth of platform is a great place to throw a strop and subsequently fuck up... well. long story short, i decided to make another tumblr account just in case--so if anyone’s interested, feel free to follow me here. do beware that it contains rpf and nsfw shits, though.

tl;dr i made a new kpop/rpf tumblr due to the twitterpocalypse

[hypnagogue]

[peeks in] hi im alive

[hypnagogue]

HELLO PARENT IT HAS BEEN A LONG WHILE

[goldenzingy46]

AYYYYY HELLO I MISSED YOU

[hypnagogue]

I MISSED YOU TOOOO HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

[hypnagogue]

[peeks in] hi im alive

[hypnagogue]

HELLO PARENT IT HAS BEEN A LONG WHILE

[hypnagogue]

[peeks in] hi im alive

[hypnagogue]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[taps mic] hello hello it has been a long while!! anyways i’m here to tell you that straynyx on ao3 has done a TERRIFIC podfic on bottoms up, top down. give it a listen i promise it’s amazing!!

[dailyshameless]

[wintersongstress]

wilf (wip i’d like to finish)

[trordiscord]

Happy Birthday TRoR: A Moodboard!

The Room of Requirement Discord Server is celebrating its first birthday this month! We invite all fans of Tomarry / Harrymort / Tomarrymort to come celebrate with us!

We have fun games and team competition! We have Tom being an asshole! What more could you want?

FIND THE FUN HERE!

[hypnagogue]

society against justifying paragraphs on ao3

[duplicitywrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Definition of Koala-ty (one-shot)

Tags: AU - Same Age, Romantic Comedy, Fluffy, Animagi, Rivals to Lovers, Cuddling

Summary:

Harry was a lion. Tom was a koala. Can I make it any more obvious?

Or: Harry and Tom have a competition to see who can achieve an Animagus form first. Suffice to say, Tom isn’t very happy with the result.

A/N: KOALA TOM RISES

[hypnagogue]

xenophilius lovegood essentially translates to monsterfucker lovesfucking and that’s something to think about

[hypnagogue]

@goldenzingy46​ the thought process that went down on my head was: 

xenophilius -> xenophilia -> love for foreign things -> monsters/creatures are technically foreign things and the dude *was* fascinated with creatures -> monsterfucker 

+ 

lovegoodv -> love good -> caveman saying ‘love good’ = ‘love is good’ in modern human language -> love = fucking, hence love good = fucking good = fucking is good -> likes to fuck -> lovesfucking

=

monsterfucker lovesfucking

[hypnagogue]

xenophilius lovegood essentially translates to monsterfucker lovesfucking and that’s something to think about

[tomriddlejustposted]

stop spreading the narrative that i have my father’s eyes, that’s just blatantly false. do your research. i left his body intact.

[hypnagogue]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This fic is written as a birthday present for @goldenzingy46​ and @itsevanffs​. Happy belated birthday, both of you--and congrats on finally being a legal adult, dutch! <3

Summary:

‘I can explain,’ the man starts, putting the spoon he’s been using that is unmistakably Harry’s beside the jar and raises both his hands. There’s a brown smudge on one corner of his lips, and that’s how Harry knows that the jar is Nutella.

There’s also a small, steady trickle of blood on the man’s cheek, but Harry is going to ignore that for now. There’s too much going on—there’s just too many inputs and his not-quite medicated brain is too overwhelmed to compute them properly. He doesn’t even feel angry anymore. He blinks.

The man blinks right back.

A few seconds pass.

‘Okay, maybe I can’t,’ the man concedes.

yes. after (checks calendar) 13 and 11 days, respectively, of delay, the birthday fic is finally finished. wee woo.

enjoy!