#//oogity boogity her dreams sometimes be kinda spookity

[pyonward]

anonymous — Tell us about your muse's sleeping habits! Are they a light or heavy sleeper? Do they prefer beds, couches, or something else? How long do they sleep, and do they dream? Do they roll around? Those are some questions to start, but detail anything you'd like!

HEADCANON :: Poppy is far from a symbol of healthy sleeping habits. At least, not to the common eye anyway. 

Her very nature of being a cinderace in the wild means that she could be awoken by the faintest of unfamiliar noises, be it a snapping branch or a rustling bush, resulting in rest that’s as light as a blade of grass. Sometimes her eyes don’t close and her legs never bend even if she herself is deep in sleep, standing tall and creating the illusion of an ever vigilant sentry prepared for any dangers that might sneak up her. Other times, she’ll curl up into a ball on the ground, perfectly still and silent, a convincing mimicry of large stone when everything is shrouded under the cover of night. It’s also pretty useful for not waking any others nearby also looking for some shut eye.

Despite such survival based patterns seeming exhausting to some however, it does nothing to slow her when greeting the rising sun. While she may be a little groggy and need to do a stretch or two if it’s particularly bad, it’s pleasant enough for an eager early bird like herself!

Truly her worst enemy when trying to sleep is herself, her active mind being both a blessing and a curse. While it can make the waking world a place of beauty and constant discovery, when the sun falls from the sky and her lids shut, it can turn her dreams into a twisted landscape filled with the most harrowing of locations and bizarre of creatures. None of them tend to bother her much though. After all, they’re just whispers without mouths and she has nothing to fear. Some may even make her laugh at their absurdity when she’s out of their clutches.

 Except for one. Rare but nevertheless unnerving. 

The flower finally blooms and she can’t cry for help for her throat is filled to burst with petals and her eyes are blinded by thorns. Luckily, it’s among the rest of her nightmares, a reality never coming to pass, at least... she hopes so.