#also sleepwalks and talks(screams) often. so.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Mandela Prophet AU: Buried Memories

Adam has another nightmare. A nightmare about events he wished he had forgotten about.

TW: Body horror mentions, blood/gore, death implied

Notes: Around 1300 words, so. pretty damn short compared to my other fics. Got this idea randomly and thought it would be funny to write a little something so. yeah! this thing!!!

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 5:23 AM

           Adam was lying on his side, his body barely covered by the blankets draped over him as he was spread across his twin bed. He silently slept, his eyelids twitching slightly as his body shifted around on the mattress. He could barely get comfortable; despite how many times he fluffed his pillows or put more blankets on, he felt uncomfortable in his own skin on a good day and feeling like everything hurt at worse. However, the discomfort was minimal, meaning that when Adam heard his bedroom door creak open, his attention would snap to it instead of the internal unrest he felt.

           Adam’s eyelids flicked open, glancing around the dark bedroom before he looked towards the door, seeing a figure duck out of the way, into the hallway. Adam’s breath hitched as he sat up in bed, throwing the blankets off of him and staring into the oddly pitch black hallway. He swallowed hard, his clammy hand grasping the front of his white T-shirt as if it would give him any comfort. He shifted, planting his bare feet onto the carpet before standing up, his eyes staring into the inky blackness in complete silence. Maybe it was Sarah; getting a midnight snack or something, and Adam was getting restless for nothing. Either way, Adam found himself approaching the door slowly, noticing that the parasite in his chest was oddly calm despite his increasing heart rate.

           Adam walked out into the hallway, looking to his right to see Sarah’s bedroom door, noticing that it was closed. He could hear faint snoring from the other side of the wood, his brows furrowing when he realized Sarah was still asleep.

           “Adam.”

           Adam felt a chill run up his spine as he turned towards the other side of the hallway, two white dots where his pupils were reflecting through the darkness. He saw a figure quickly disappear into the darkness, with no light coming into the hallway aside from the moonlight from Adam’s bedroom, as if the hallway went on forever into the blackness of the void. Adam glanced back at Sarah’s bedroom door all before turning back and taking in a deep breath, walking into the darkness, after the voice he heard just out of sight.

           “Adam.”

           The hallway went on longer than Adam knew it should have. Every time he thought he reached the end, it only stretched further and further. The carpet beneath his feet turned into cold concrete, with a thin layer of water on top of it. The temperature dropped with every step forward, soon feeling as if Adam would freeze within a matter of seconds. Adam could see his lukewarm breath cloud in front of his face, though despite the cool air, he didn’t shiver or even acknowledge it. He was too focused on the voices he heard in the distance.

           “But Adam, if you walk down those stairs, you’d be joining her…” A familiar voice spoke, making Adam’s heart sink. Adam wanted to speak back, but his words were stuck in his throat, unable to be choked out. Adam shook his head, turning back to retreat into his bedroom before he was stopped. He looked forward, his breath becoming heavier when all he saw was a wall in front of him.

           “And if by some miracle you come back out, I don’t think you’d be yourself.”

           Adam turned back around towards the voice to see a door, stained near the bottom with a red substance Adam didn’t even want to think about. Adam’s mind was going too fast for him to even start to question what was going on before he reached towards the doorknob, jerking his hand back as soon as he felt the ice cold metal on his fingertips. He took in a shaky breath before grasping the handle and pushing the door open.

           Cold winter air and snowflakes hit his face as soon as the door opened fully, Adam’s tired eyes widening at the sight in front of him. He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the snow cloaking the ground of the field, leaving footprints behind. Adam looked around, seeing that the doorway led into the field in between Bythorne and Mandela, seemingly attached to no building or hall. Adam’s heart filled with dread as he walked forward, seeing all too familiar sights.

Adam’s eyes fixated on the car sitting on the side of the road, its doors open and the right blinker flicking on and off. He looked into the vehicle, seeing blood staining the dashboard and splattered against the windshield. He turned towards the road in front of the car, seeing the puddle of blood freezing onto the asphalt. He stared at it, feeling a slight twitch come from his chest before he heard the voice again.

“Adam.”

Adam walked around the car, staring into the field before freezing, though not due to the cold. His arms dropped to his sides as he stared into the dark field, his eyes dilating to see further. Standing in the middle of the field was a man, standing with his arms straight down, his pose stiff and odd, like a mannequin. He was wearing a white sweatshirt underneath a black leather jacket, along with blue jeans and snow-covered red high-tops. However, through his teary eyes, Adam could see that his clothes were covered in snow, freezing the blood running down from the stump where his head would have been.

“Jonah?” Adam choked, feeling a pressure in his chest, not from the parasite that called his body its home, but the overwhelming dread building within his very soul. Jonah didn’t respond, standing as still as a statue, thick coagulated blood dripping onto the pure white snow below his feet. Adam stumbled backwards, tripping over his feet before swinging his body towards the doorway, only to see that it was no longer there. Adam’s breathing picked up speed as he looked back at the car, letting out a yelp when he saw Jonah’s headless body standing in the beams of the headlights. Adam couldn’t look away from Jonah’s body before he glanced towards the other side of the field, eyes widening when he saw a bird-shaped shadow rapidly flying across the ground. Adam shook his head, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he turned the other way and ran.

           He sprinted into the forest by the field, ignoring the intense feeling that something was directly behind him. He felt a pressure building in his chest as he ran, ignoring the burning he felt inside and the inhuman laughing he heard from above the trees. The branches of the trees bent like arms, creaking and cracking on both sides as Adam ran through the thick forest. He kept stumbling over his feet, pressing his arm against his stomach and grimacing as he felt the shifting of half-formed limbs inside of him. He was sobbing; all before he fell to his knees, unable to keep moving as the pain inside of him became unbearable.

           He turned onto his back, staring up into the inky blackness of the night sky before he saw something come into view; Jonah, staring down at him as his cold blood dripped onto Adam’s chest. Adam’s mouth hung open, feeling mandibles scratching at his inner cheeks as he spoke. “I-I’m sorry.” He squeaked through the tears, the pain, and the overbearing guilt. “Jonah…I’m s-sorry.” Adam’s bloodshot eyes gazed at Jonah as his body shook, all before he shut his eyes tight, hoping it would all end.

           Until he found himself on the living room floor.

           Adam awoke drenched in sweat, no longer feeling the bitter cold of winter nor the cold blood dripping on his chest. He felt the burning in his chest continue and the parasite press against his back as he laid on the floor hyperventilating. Adam could feel it; it was wanting out at that very moment, skipping over the five minutes of agony and getting to the point. As his ribs shifted and the parasite clawed at his back, he turned onto his stomach, sobbing as he realized he had no time to warn Sarah.

He just hoped him screaming in agony would be enough of a warning for her.

[onigiriico]

Mikoto audio drama (t2) - English TL

[ links: Spotify | YouTube ]

Mikoto-ing again 🫡 I know I say this like every other post, but I 100% recommend listening to the audio alongside the translation! On one hand the VAs just did an amazing job on this, and on the other hand I also feel like it'll. probably make the switches more obvious than I can convey in text lol

Little disclaimer about the way I translated the DID terminology here: I know the correct term in English is "alter", but in the JP audio they're consistently referred to as "personalities" (人格 / jinkaku) while the closest Japanese equivalent to "alter" seems to be 自我 / jiga, from what I could find. I generally try to stick as closely to the JP terminology with my translations as possible, so I mostly went with "personality". I really don't want to offend anyone here so I hope that's a somewhat okay choice ahshbsdj

Okay. Okay that got lengthy. As usual, if you find any mistranslations, have questions, etc etc feel free to send me an ask or hit me up on Twitter where I drop by, like, once a month 😅 And now without further ado:

⬇️ translation under the cut ⬇️

(Es enters)

E: Mikoto…

M: Ah… Hi, Warden-kun.

E: You… are Mikoto, right?

M: Uh… What are you talking about? It really feels like it’s been a while, doesn’it? How have you been? – Huh? What’s that…? Chains? Oh, no. Take them off!

E: I refuse. You’re too dangerous. Physical restrictions are necessary.

M: Umm… (laughs) What are you saying, restricting someone who can’t even hurt a fly?

E: You really aren’t aware, huh…

M: Well, I mean… I do get it. I… go out of control while I’m asleep, right?

E: …

M: The others told me about it. How I got into a fistfight with Koto-chan and whatnot.

E: Seems like it, yeah.

M: I wonder if it’s like… some kind of sleepwalking…? After all, I’ve been losing sleep more and more often recently… Man… It’s really troublesome, isn’t it?

E: Mikoto…

M: The others are all scared of me. I can tell by looking at the way they act. Because I read the room.

E: …

M: It’s pretty tough, isn’t it? (laughs) Ever since I came here, so much has been happening that I don’t understand…

E: … You really… do laugh when you’re suffering, huh?

M: Huh?

E: You don’t get angry. You don’t scream. You laugh, like it’s a minor inconvenience.

M: Ah… I guess so. I might have that kind of trait.

E: …

M: Usually, if you just laugh and pretend, things work out in the end, right? I’m pretty good at that. Making things work out to the best of my abilities.

E: Is that so…

M: (laughs) …But… it’s not coming to an end. All of this. With things I’ve never even heard before, the whole ti—

E: …

M: —the whole time… I have to make all these irritating experiences…!

E: You came out, huh.

M: Hey. Looks like you haven’t gotten a beating yet, Warden brat.

E: …!

M: Hah? What, are you scared?

E: Like you didn’t get beaten by Kotoko…!

M: Hah. That was just because she caught me off guard. We went at it again while you were asleep, and it’s not like I lost there.

E: Multiple personalities… Am I right with the assumption that the you I’m talking to right now is another personality of Mikoto’s?

M: Well, I guess that’s about right.

E: I see. What do you want me to call you?

M: Huh? You’re accepting this pretty readily, aren’t you. Wouldn’t the whole multiple personalities thing normally raise some eyebrows?

E: Yeah. I also didn’t think it was real, at first.

M: Figures. If it wasn’t me, I wouldn’t believe it either. I’d just think it’s a lie someone came up with to get away with murder.

E: But Milgram acknowledges that [it is real] in your case. I simply accept that as the truth, and develop my thoughts from there. So? What do you want me to call you? Your name.

M: No clue about that. Just call me whatever.

E: … For convenience, I’ll be calling you John.

M: Sounds like a dog’s name.

E: It’s derived from John Doe, the name given to unidentified bodies. Do you like it?

M: Can’t say I’m very fond of the way you’re flaunting your knowledge.

E: … Anyway. You’re acting pretty calm today, aren’t you? I thought of you more like a monster of some sort. I wasn’t expecting to have such a proper conversation with you.

M: Don’t get cocky! If not for these chains, I would’ve beaten your face in by now, brat.

E: Ohh, scary, scary.

M: Hmph.

E: John, you are not a prisoner of Milgram. The fact that Milgram’s usual restraints are ineffective against you is more proof for that than anything. Milgram has judged that Mikoto is the prisoner, and you, as his alter, are an exception.

M: Huhh, I see. So that’s why you believe that there’s multiple personalities.

E: That’s why I thought I would try and talk to you as a key witness today. I’m rather glad that you’re being cooperative.

M: But, you know… This isn’t a good thing, probably.

E: What do you mean?

M: I (boku) might be trying to disappear.

E: …

M: Evidently, the time I (ore) have been fronting has been getting longer, so this “me” has been able to stabilize. Isn’t that the reason we can talk properly?

E: …

M: If I had stayed a monster… maybe that would be better.

E: …

M: What?

E: You’ve turned out to be much more rational than I expected… I’m surprised.

M: I’m a university graduate, after all.

E: (sighs)

M: As for alters… Why do you think they’re born?

E: In precise terms, it’s called dissociative identity disorder – generally speaking, [it refers to] when a person experiences severe pain or stress, and a new personality is created to try and isolate [the original personality] from the resulting trauma.

M: Yeah. I… probably come out to ease the stress Boku experiences. The fact that I come out for longer just means that Boku is constantly under extreme stress.

E: Stress… Namely the environment of Milgram, right?

M: Right. Especially the fact that you judged against forgiving Boku is causing a lot of stress. That’s why he’s entrusting me with his heart.

E: I see.

M: Not like I can blame him. From his point of view, he’s being blamed for a crime he can’t even remember.

E: If that’s the truth, then… you’re the one who committed the murder?

M: Yeah, it’s me. I killed them off.

E: …

M: So Boku really didn’t do it.

E: Can I ask… why you killed them?

M: They annoyed me.

E: Who did you kill?

M: Just someone who was walking around nearby.

E: … How many did you kill?

M: Can’t remember. I was first born back then, you know. It’s kinda fuzzy.

E: How can you talk about that so calmly?

M: (sighs) According to the law, how would this go for Boku?

E: With a psychiatric evaluation, there’s a chance of a reduced sentence, but depending on the number of victims… the death penalty might be inevitable.

M: …! I– I’m the one who did it! Boku was just sleeping!

E: Is this really something that works that conveniently?

M: Just put yourself in Boku’s shoes for a moment! He was bottling up all his stress! He kept dealing with it all by himself the whole time, until it exploded! It’s not like he just decided that he wanted to hurt somebody!

E: …

M: He’s not the type of person who could do stuff like that! He always looks out for others, always reads the room, always tries to get along with people around him! He can’t do stuff like that… He was on the verge of exploding! That’s why I was born. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Boku didn’t do anything!

E: Even if that’s true… Even if it wasn’t what Mikoto wanted – someone’s life was still lost.

M: …!

E: Even if it was you, John, who was in [your body at the time] – there’s no way for you to prove that. At the very least not in a way that would be accepted in court. It could still be judged that you’re pretending—

M: You…!! What do you think?

E: I…?

M: I’m the one who did it! Boku didn’t do it! You know that because of Milgram! I don’t care about the law, I want to know what you think!

E: …

M: Please… forgive Boku. I’m the one who did it.

E: … I can’t… judge that right away. It’s not something that I can easily decide to forgive. In fact, Mikoto’s mental footage was so violent… it’s unforgivable. That’s how I judged.

M: That could also just be a fake or owed to the multiple personalities, right?! Boku really isn’t at fault! I’m the one who killed them!

E: …

M: Are you really satisfied [with the unforgiven judgment]? He turned into a murderer overnight!

E: What you did could still be considered a sin, though!

M: …! … I think… I might be the person Boku wishes he was. The person who stubbornly stands his ground, who doesn’t cry himself to sleep from stress, who gives people their payback. If I, the “ore” personality, hadn’t been born, I’m sure Boku would have reached his limit and fallen apart.

E: John… you…

M: It’s true that I was the one who wanted to destroy everything… and the weakness of Boku, who couldn’t stand up for himself all alone, might have been the origin of that. But… that’s all there is to it. Is that a sin?

E: I’ll be considering that after this.

M: After talking to you, I get that you couldn’t forgive what I did. And I’m fine with that.

E: …Yeah. That’s right.

M: The one Milgram is supposed to judge is Boku – Mikoto, right. He’s not me – so, not John.

E: Precisely.

M: Please, forgive Boku. If you don’t… I’m sure he won’t be able to deal with this any longer.

E: “A sin committed by another personality isn’t a sin”... you’re telling me that’s how I should judge?

M: Yeah. If you forgive Boku… I’ll disappear.

E: …

M: That’s right. I’ll have to disappear eventually, anyway… Disappear, and take all of it with me. I… was born to protect Boku, after all.

E: You were… born for it…

M: Yeah. If it’s for Boku, I’ll… do anything.

(machinery whirrs, bell rings)

E: John…

M: W…what? A dog’s name?

E: Mikoto…?

M: Warden-kun, you own a dog? What breed? No, wait, let me try guessing first– A toy poodle? Actually, maybe you surprisingly prefer the ugly-cute kind… like a French bulldog!

E: … No…

M: A pug, then?

E: It’s not the name of a dog!

M: Ehh… Then what…?

E: … It’s the name of your… friend.

M: (laughs) I don’t know anyone like that~

E: … I bet you don’t.

M: Huh…?

E: Prisoner no.9, Mikoto. Sing your sins.

[spookedlev]

My HCs for Holt and Jackson pt2

Holt got the tattoo while they were in the worst part of their identity struggle, as a way to take control and express himself. Jackson was really upset at the time, but he took care of it because didn’t want to deal with an infected tattoo on top of everything going on in his life. He doesn’t mind it now, but there’s a firm rule that BOTH sides must agree to any more body modifications. Currently they’ve got ears and eyebrow pierced. The eyebrow was pierced in the summer before highschool (which was also when he bleached his ends), as a way to try and be more confident in highschool. Holt didn’t notice the ears really, but the eyebrow was kinda puzzling. Like did he sleepwalk into a piercing parlor?

Clothing is linked to the current body presentation. When the body transforms, so do the clothes. When they’re cofronting, the body and clothes stay like whoever was last fronting. How does this make any sense? Uhh don’t worry abt it. (It’s just important that they have their own outfits, or they never would’ve been able to coexist)

Jackson spends most of his time in the school lab, library, or in his room. He’s not a very social creature, and dragging him away from his work is often the only way to get his attention. He tends to form deep bonds with a few people, such as Holt, Frankie, and Clair. He felt a deep betrayal when Frankie started dating other people, even though he knew they weren’t involved anymore. Not even sure if he still loved them, or if he just felt illogically slighted.

Holt is much the same way. Despite his love of parties, his interest in other people is mostly surface level excepting those few deep bonds. Like yeah, he loves the screaming crowd, flirting and talking to babes working it out on the dance floor, but he wouldn’t call any of those people his friends. He just likes the buzz of energy. When he’s not partying, most of his free time is in the catacombs or music room working on beats. He also was illogically pissed at Frankie, feeling things fierier than his human part, but both parts kept it polite (though a little avoidant at first).

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.…”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3

[autistic-writer-angel]

Angel's Relationship with the Octonauts

I have been wanting to talk a little more about Angel, so I thought I'd write this (may add more to it later on).

Captain Barnacles

The Captain scared Angel half to death at first because polar bear. Like, she would scream every time he came near her and tremble every time someone mentioned his name.

Once she got over that, though, she absolutely adores him!

She sees him as a rock.

Angel really values his approval. Every time he gives her a, "Well done!", or, "Good work!", or, "I'm proud of you", she will just be on cloud nine.

She trusts him with her life. If she’s scared, but knows he’ll be right there, she feels like she can manage it. (Everyone thinks it’s kind of funny how Angel goes to him when she’s scared, when she used to be so scared of him.)

He always checks up on her before he goes to bed because of her sleepwalking and just to make sure she's all right. Angel's always asleep and actually has no idea he does this.

If Angel comes to his room during the night for any reason (sleepwalking, she’s had a nightmare, she’s scared of a storm), he just lets her sleep with him.

He often asks her about how she’s going with the stories she’s writing or about her other special interests. Angel thinks he’s just humouring her, but no. He’s genuinely interested.

She would never openly insult or complain about his accordion music, but when he’s playing, she finds it hard to keep a straight face.

Dad™ to Angel, like he is to everyone.

Kwazii

Sometimes, Kwazii makes her laugh.

She likes listening to his ghost tales and is sceptical, but also open-minded. Sure, the sea monsters he describes sound far-fetched, but she remembers a time in her life where she wouldn’t have believed there was such thing as a Vegimal either!

Every now and then, they’ll just go up to the kitchen together and enjoy some kelp cakes.

She really likes hanging out with him, but if she’s upset and turns to one of the Octonauts for comfort, Kwazii would probably never be her first choice.

Kwazii probably gets inconvenienced by Angel’s sleepwalking the most. One time, he was trying to sneak out for a midnight drive in the GUP-B. Angel decided to follow him down to the launch bay and, just as he was getting into the GUP-B, sounded the Octo-Alert. He got busted! 😂

Another time, he tried to sneak out, but found Angel in Tweak’s bed, having a nightmare. He took care of it before Tweak could wake up.

Siblings

Peso

Angel adores him because how could you NOT?

She wishes she could be more like him, the way he can put his fear aside and just get things done.

Sometimes, she gets jealous of him because come on; he’s obviously the Captain’s favourite. However, she likes him too much to get too worked up over it- most of the time, anyway.

Each of them thinks the other is a good hugger.

Big brother, little sister kind of relationship

Not much else to say. She just adores him and thinks he’s amazing.

Shellington

Shellington was the first Octonaut Angel bonded with.

For her first few months on the Octopod, she latched onto him. She had some separation anxiety. (The others affectionately referred to her as Shellington’s Shadow.)

She loves to tag along with him on his research missions- partly for something to do (she doesn’t get to go on too many missions; it’s not safe) and partly because she genuinely enjoys them.

She’s also fascinated by his knowledge on marine life. The problem is he tends to talk too fast because he’s excited and her ADHD brain can’t take it all in.

Finds it funny how excited he gets about new creatures. His excitement reminds her of herself.

She’s still very close to him. That hasn’t changed. What has changed is that she’s become closer to the other Octonauts as well.

Dashi

Angel loves having girls’ nights with her.

She also loves looking at her photos. She thinks they’re amazing. (And, of course, likes laughing at the funny ones!)

She will often go to her if she needs advice on girl stuff.

Angel doesn’t really like having her hair brushed, but her curly hair can sometimes be unmanageable for her. So, Dashi brushes her hair for her.

Dashi also helps her wash her hair once a week (Angel does it herself a couple more times a week. Dashi does it in the sink, so Angel can keep her clothes on.)

Tweak

Angel is a little intimidated by her sometimes.

Likes to watch her play video games.

Angel loves having girls’ nights with her too.

She’s always amazed by her amazing inventions.

Angel finds it a little funny talking to her because she used to have a pet rabbit.

Professor Inkling

Probably of all the Octonauts, Angel’s the least close to Professor Inkling.

Not that she doesn’t like him; she just hardly sees him because he’s normally in the library.

Besides, he is completely clueless when it comes to children.

Even when they're alone on the Octopod, they each do their own thing.

For example, one night, she didn't want to bother him, so she ate an entire bag of marshmallows for dinner. Later that night, she woke Peso up because she had a stomachache. Both Angel and Inkling got in trouble for that.

Occasionally, Angel will sit in the library with him and read books, but they don’t talk much.

Most of the conversations they have revolve around books.

Not really "outside the group" kind of friends, but that's fine with both of them.

Sometimes, Angel just goes to him because she has no choice. She once hated having to wake him up at 2 AM to tell him she threw up.

Vegimals

All of them are Angel’s emotional support Vegimals.

If she’s upset and wants cheering up, she’ll just go and see what the Vegimals are up to. They never fail to put a smile on her face...

Or if Shellington realises she’s upset, he’ll pick up the first Vegimal he finds and places them in her lap. This works too.

Sometimes, the Vegimals sleep with her, like they do to everyone else.

Angel has been trying so hard to learn Vegimalese. She’s learned quite a lot, but has miles to go before she catches up to Shellington.

To some people, the Vegimals are all the same, but they're very much individuals to Angel.

Angel absolutely loves the Vegimals and they love her right back.

[shwoo]

Day 31 of @flooftober! Thanks a lot to everyone who read/interacted, and especially @flooftyfizzlebeans for creating the challenge, and saying such nice things about these stories.

I would also like to thank antihistamines. They really... anted those histamines. And unclouded my brain a little.

Anyway, this story involves Gramble, and I'm using both the "Trick" and "Treat" prompts. Also it's double length since it's the last one. I considered making it much longer, but my brain's not quite that unclouded.

(Prompt list)

Title: Has many discipline-specific uses Summary: Floofty notices a sleepwalking Gramble about to make a mistake. (Also on AO3)

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Floofty had released what was happening too late, and Gramble was too far away. They yelled "Wake up!" as they crossed the rest of the distance.

Gramble opened his eyes all the way. "Wh…" He noticed the Grapeskeeto in his hands, which were raised to his mouth. "Ah! Igrapetius!" He lowered his arms and hugged it, as it struggled.

"One of your pets, I assume?" said Floofty. They hadn't seen it get out, but these days, any loose Snak generally belonged to Gramble.

Gramble jumped. "Floofty?! Why're you here?" Floofty wasn't good at judging tone, but they knew suspicion when they heard it.

"As we both reside in the same town, I assume you are asking why am I in this particular spot at this particular time," said Floofty. "I merely observed you come across this Grapeskeeto in your sleep, and prepare to eat it. Knowing your views on this subject, I awoke you before any consumption could occur."

They were too tired to bother trying baby language. Gramble would just have to take what he could understand. Maybe he'd end up being yet another Grumpus who turned out to be smarter than they looked.

"You… saved Igrapetius?" said Gramble. He looked down at the Grapeskeeto in his arms. "I… I didn't know you cared… But why were you watching me in the middle of the night in the first place?"

"I often watch you," said Floofty. They knew Gramble might find that creepy, but that was his problem, because they weren't actually being creepy. "There is precious little else of interest occurring at this time of night."

Gramble didn't run away screaming, but he did frown. "A-are you running some kind of experiment on me, Floofty? Wait. Are you the reason I've been so tired lately?"

Floofty's tired brain took a second to catch up to what was happening now. "What? Your sleep difficulties are clearly the result of stress! I, too, am prone to sleep difficulties. Believe me, I would much prefer to be asleep in my hut right now. Alas, my brain chemistry will not allow it."

"Oh, you just can't sleep?" said Gramble. "I guess I have been a little stressed lately, what with having so many little ones to take care of, and Wambus, and I still got a couple Grumpuween decorations to finish…"

"What?" said Floofty. "Grumpuween already?" Last they'd checked, it had been July. That meant they'd already missed their birthday.

"Um, yeah, it's tomorr--" Gramble looked up at the sky. "Today," he corrected himself. "Wiggle's been real excited, and I thought… Maybe I could knit some little Fryders, or some bats, and hang them up around town. I dunno if the little ones would appreciate it, but I think the others might…?"

Floofty didn't know why he was asking them. "Potentially." They decided they might as well tell him what they did know. "I, at least, would be… disposed toward that concept." They'd always really liked the idea that boundaries between the living and the dead were thin at this time of year, although it was obviously not plausible from a scientific view.

"Y-you would?" said Gramble. He squeezed his Grapeskeeto. "Just goes to show. You never know what someone's gonna like until you talk to them!"

"Yes, I am beginning to see that," said Floofty. If Gramble had seriously believed that Floofty might be experimenting on him without his consent, then it was surprising that he hadn't expected them to like Grumpuween. Maybe they could lean into that. "Perhaps I, too, will create some seasonal decoration," they added, "if my work allows. Yes, some fake blood, perhaps some green lights inside test tubes… It may be quite entertaining."

"Ooh, the more the merrier!" said Gramble. "Just so long as the blood is fake." He almost laughed.

"I shall make every effort to ensure that it is," said Floofty. Gramble had sounded like he was about to laugh, so he was probably joking. Apparently that was something he could do, sometimes.

[le-dormeur-du-val]

My brother used to sleepwalk and sleep talk. He went into every room but mine.

I obviously cannot hear what I’m doing and go around in the dark so I don’t wake anyone up. Unfortunately, that means I knock over a lot of stuff. I also just stand in the doorway or in front of someone in a nightgown with long hair and generally looking like a ghost.

I also often quietly make noises or sing when I’m trying to fall asleep. Last night I was resting how high I can go. Unfortunately, that’s pretty high. So my mom heard what she thought was either an alarm or a combination of a dog and a baby crying. She was so scared for a while after that.

I also once scared my grandpa so bad because I had an really bad asthma and was sitting on the couch in the dark.

Idk man, I’m really weird at night. Tell me about your weird sleep habits

for that you need to sleep, in a futile effort i mix random pills before i go to bed. But when I manage to sleep, I’ve been told I walk to the door repeatedly, I always keep my bedroom door locked when I’m inside so basically me walking into the door repeatedly, or I sleep talk and say random shit, I have woken up screaming because I vaguely remember dreaming a dog was licking me and coming closer (im batshit scared of puppies and dogs gross little assholes) i was being cuddle attacked by dogs and I woke up screaming “FUCK NOT THE BALLS” also I never changed into anything before sleeping, so i sleep w jeans if i’m wearing jeans

[whumpcloud]

Night Terrors

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays @morning-star-whump

content: captivity whump, night terrors, whumper as whumpee, unintentional self-injury, choking, threats of breaking bones

It's the soft whine that makes Derian take notice.

Nicolas often falls asleep on the sofa. He's surprisingly easily exhausted - maybe listening to Derian scream all day tires him out, Derian thinks bitterly - so it isn't uncommon to see him collapsed over the nearest soft thing. He barely even registered Derian's presence when he came in, just looked at him blearily and lay down.

What Derian hasn't ever seen him do is cry, much less in his sleep.

Should he wake Nicolas up? Derian's had nightmares for years, but this doesn't look like a normal nightmare.

Derian shakes his head at himself. If anything, Nicolas will probably lash out at him. And he shouldn't be trying to make Nicolas Wainwright, of all people, feel better.

Still, it's a little hard to watch. Nicolas grabs at his arm and claws it, drawing blood, like he's trying to calm himself with the pain, but it doesn't soothe him at all.

"Haah--!" Nicolas bites his lip to cut off his own cry. "Hnn… nnn…."

Derian fidgets. He should just leave, shouldn't he? Let Nicolas wake up and take himself out of harm's way if Nicolas decides to take it all out on him. But something is freezing him in place, far too close to where Nicolas is sleeping.

Nicolas twitches, and bolts upright, though Derian can tell he isn't really awake. He stumbles to his feet, groping for something to lean on, and finds Derian.

Derian used to sleepwalk. He knows what to do, how to direct a sleepwalker back to bed, but Nicolas has managed to pin him to the floor, hands around his throat, and all Derian can do is thrash and weakly whimper.

Ophelia isn't even in the house. Unless Nicolas wakes up now, nobody is going to save Derian except himself.

Taking as deep a breath as he can, Derian murmurs in Spanish, as calmly as possible, letting his native tongue soften his tone. He knows Nicolas won't remember what he says, but he also knows it matters how it sounds, at least.

He whispers reassurances to Nicolas, only slowly reaching up when Nicolas' sobs calm to shaky breaths. With some effort, Derian pries Nicolas' nails from his skin. He tries not to gasp. Nicolas loosely grips Derian's hand.

Derian pushes himself up, and gently pulls Nicolas with him, continuing to talk as he leads Nicolas back to the sofa. He helps Nicolas lay down, and tries to finally move away.

He can't. Nicolas won't let go of his hand. Derian tugs, but Nicolas makes another whining sound and refuses to let go.

Breathe out. Derian settles on the floor, cross-legged, and waits, waits, waits.

When Nicolas' eyes flutter open, his first response is confusion, and his second is to snatch his hand back and rub his eyes. He sits up, looks at Derian, at the handprints, and swallows.

"Was I sleepwalking again?" he asks, oddly quiet.

"Yeah," Derian replies. He doesn't want to say too much. He's scared that Nicolas is still volatile.

Nicolas fixes him with a stare, but it doesn't hold the same malice as usual. "Breathe a word of it to Lia and I'll break your fingers slowly."

"Got it."

Nicolas sighs, and runs his fingers over the marks in his arm, picking at the dried blood.

"Thanks," he adds softly. "Guess you comforted me."

Derian doesn't know how to respond, so he doesn't. He just gives an awkward, not quite smile and stares at the floor.

"I'm starving," Nicolas says brightly, though it's obvious he's partially forcing his usual demeanour. "You want pancakes? I feel like making pancakes."

[wamulu-gorillaz]

The band mates w a s/o that sleepwalks?

2D:

- It probably took him months to even realise that you went for adventures in your sleep. That could be either due to his own deep sleep, or he just thought you're getting up for a midnight snack or something

- Even now that he's aware that you sleepwalk, he still has trouble differentiating between whether you're conscious or not. 

- Sometimes he'll have whole conversations with you when you're asleep and walking around, and then talk to you about them when you're awake. Your confusion is what makes him realise he's done it again (gah!)

- Has definitely suggested that you wear shoes to bed so that you don’t hurt your feet

- Sometimes, when you sleep together, he gets so clingy and cuddly that when you start to sleepwalk, you’ve dragged him out of bed because he just doesn’t let go

Murdoc:

- The first incident where you got up in the middle of the night, he'd sheepishly rolled over to cuddle you only to notice you weren't in bed. When he opened his eyes, he found your figure at the end of the bed, towering over him. His blood-curdling scream woke you before you heard a loud THUMP as he fell out of bed

- This is not the only time you’ve scared him half to death. Sometimes he’ll get up in the night to pee and you’re just standing in the bathroom like you’re possessed and.... let’s just say he misses the toilet

- Will probably follow you to make sure you don’t touch any of his things... And to make sure you’re safe, of course... 

- He loses sleep over your midnight adventures, unable to catch dreams after previous traumas^ so sometimes during the day, he’ll fall asleep mid-conversation or just have a little snore as he rests his head on your shoulder

- Despite his suffering, he’s able to see the funny side of it and chuckles at the incidents in hindsight. Perhaps he’s said something about having to cuddle you just that little bit closer so that you can’t run away xx

Noodle:

- I feel like she would be the one who would experiment with this quirk of yours and would start laying objects out at night to see which ones you would interact with and how

- With your permission, she’d set up cameras to film your adventures. In the morning, you set up to cuddle and watch what silly things you got up to during the night. It always makes for a good laugh

- She’s completely in love with the nonsense you spout when you’re sleepwalking and totally gushes over it

- When you go to sleep, she lays a small kiss on your forehead - 1, to make sure that you only have good dreams and 2, to make sure that you’ll be safe when you start the night’s sleepwalking. For good luck, you know? 

- Katsu can often be the victim of your sleepwalking adventures. They put up with getting picked up in the middle of the night and can sometimes be found fast asleep in your arms as you walk around

Russel:

- Russel would definitely be one to lock all the doors at night to make sure you don't wander off too far (he face-palms at forgetting to lock all the cupboards though pfffft)

- Sometimes he hears you trying to get out of the house and he sheepishly comes to redirect you back to the bedroom

- Del occasionally makes an appearance while Russel’s sleeping. He follows you to make sure that you don’t get hurt. He’ll also make conversation with you as it’s very entertaining for him

- When he’s half asleep, he’ll have conversations with you. But it’s more like mini-arguments because he’s a lil grumpy when he’s tired. You might say something and he’ll just grunt a ‘I ain’t got no clue what you’re talking ‘bout’ as he watches, with a confused and slightly judgemental face, as you walk around

- He’s always interested to hear what kinds of dreams you had, and will sit with you until you talk through everything you can remember. He’d occasionally respond with descriptions of where you walked and how you acted. All in all, it’s his favourite part of the following morning - sipping a warm drink as he sits with you listens 

[vergess]

Mina Harker: Omni Mommy

Or, Mina Harker has a mommy-domme kink so powerful it literally warps reality around her.

Content warnings:

This is going to discuss a lot of what you might call "period typical sexism" and discussion of Victorian politics. Please remember that this will be focusing primarily on white, middle class women's politics because that is the framework Stoker himself invokes with Mina. This political framing is demeaning to all women and marginalizing to anyone outside the white middle class. It's a very narrow focus, set by the author.

Let's break this down by character, because otherwise it will be impossible to navigate.

Mina:

Mina is a married, adult woman. Victorian culture already equates this with motherhood more or less automatically. A girl is an unmarried child. A woman is a married mother. Those are the frameworks. It's some fuckery, to be honest, and the long legacy of this limiting binary of roles continues to this day.

But the point is, the very framework of her role screams "mother" in the era and context she was written. Also she literally works with children to raise them. She's a teacher. That's the most maternal of the middle class working positions a woman could take in this era.

Lucy:

Lucy's role as the innocent child is well established. In spite of being 19 and engaged to wed, even. This is in part because there were only two morally just roles for women in the era. The girl/maiden/virgin, and the woman/wife/mother. Being a wife and a mother were the defining characteristics of being a woman. If an unmarried "woman" was to be trusted as morally legitimate, she needed to be young, innocent, and virginal.

Lucy is constantly referred to as a child, even. And her actual mother is (for understandable reasons) utterly negligent in caretaking for her. So, Mina steps into the role. Mina is explicitly performing the house and childcare duties that Lucy's Mother cannot, including managing Lucy's sleepwalking, sleeping in the same room with her, etc.

It is only when Mina's motherly care is removed (for the only other legitimate moral reason: marriage) that Lucy ultimately cannot be saved. Had Mina stayed with Lucy for another week or two, ther eis little doubt that Dracula's other work in London would draw him to the easier and more abundant prey. Remeber: Lucy wasn't special, she was easy. And without a mother to protect her, Lucy died. This echoes the Romanian mother who was likewise lauded by the narrative as a mother-protector-hero even as she failed.

Jonathan:

Malewife. He literally almost died of Victorian Dying Woman Disease. I could leave this here, but I do want to underline that Mina's mother-protector stuff gets invoked so strongly with Jonathan that the Harkers become actually, legitimiately gender nonconforming for the era. But, because Stoker is specifically framing them as the heroes, their gender nonconformity is mentioned often enough, but immediately discarded.

Also, let's talk about his dick for a minute.

Jonathan Harker's Dick is the reason Mina is the most sexually competent character in the narrative. In fact, I think one could argue that she's the only person in Dracula who fucks. (Obviously, Jonathan is the bottom).

This is because she and Jonathan are the only characters morally allowed to have sex, and of them, Mina is the only one who has not been involved in a sexually transgressive and traumatic scenario.

But it's also very interesting because the sexual implications that surround them (eg, they have the same bed at the asylum, their marriage is suggested to have been consummated at the nun hospital, etc etc) are all… you know. Healthy. Normal. Passing mentions that don't require anything more. Not the hauntinc spectre of (voluptuous) sexual predation that occupies basically the entire rest of the book.

If it weren't for all of the gender nonconformity, you could say that Jonathan and Mina represent a heterosexuality so healthy and complete that it helps eradicate the homoeroticism of vampires by simple proximity. I imagine that was likely the intent.

But there is all the gender nonconformity. This humanizes and enriches their relationship. It also, however, enriches Mina's relationship with other characters, creating a sort of halo-of-healthy-sexual-intent around her.

Seward:

I had some really good stuff here when I wrote this post the first time, bu tumblr ate it, so now I'm going to be a shit.

Seward and Mina are schoolgirl senpai/kouhai yuri.

Think about it. Seward gushes about how cool and lovely and wonderful Mina is within seconds. The shoujo sparkles write themselves.

Mina is a calm, collected, empathetic figure that tenderly soothes his tears even as she maintains her formality; there's literally a name for this. Mina is an Onee-sama.

I am not even SLIGHTLY kidding. She even makes her kouhai tea.

[Image: Tomoe Mami from Madoka Magica, another Onee-sama character, hosting a tea party for her kouhai]

This is especially convenient as a comparison because the two of them even have a Hot Teacher(tm).

Van Helsing:

Primarily, Van Helsing's reinforcement of Mina ans the Omni-Mommy comes from his intense praise for Mina and Jonathan's marriage. As I've repeated excessively, wife and mother were both basically interchangeable with 'woman.' Especially if you meant 'woman' positively, as the only "good" way to be an adult woman in Victorian culture was to be a wife and mother.

Plus the whole weirdly parental conversation they had about Jonathan a while back.

Of course, the simple fact is that for all Mina has immense autonomy within the narrative granted to her by her status as The Mother, Van Helsing points out the limits of that power.

"And, besides, she is young woman and not so long married; there may be other things to think of some time, if not now."

He's referring here to her not actually having children yet, and needing to be spared trauma so that she can fulfill her god-made purpose of raising Jonathan's kids, and again when he and the boys forbid her from participating that night.

Quincey:

First off, let's talk about that kiss. Because of the immense amount of work put into framing Mina as a mother this whole time, and framing the men as her crying children, this kiss is emphatically supposed to be unsexual. Not just nonsexual, but antisexual. Desexual. Actively removing sex.

Today's norms surrounding physical contact being what they are, I would equate this to a modern gesture of pushing back someone's hair and kissing their forehead, like you would do to a small child who got hurt on the playground.

Now, whether it actually serves to desexualize her care of the men is up for debate. But it's clear that is one interpretation, and if I know straight people, it's the interpretation they picked up on the most.

Personally, I think it serves to do the inverse, putting romantic or sexual implications on top of all of the rest of her interactions with the men and specifically with Lucy. Lucy being the person with whom the maternal imagery was the strongest up until this point.

But, in stark contrast to Dracula, all of these implications read as healthy caretaking and intimacy, rather than invasive predation.

Art:

Do I even need to say anything? Aren't the words "mother spirit" and "baby on my bosom" enough?

If not, we can also talk about how Arther immediately senses he can be emotionally vulnerable around her in the way he would not just with a woman but with a woman in his family.

Even the constant use of "sister" early in the scen has maternal implciations with it, given that Mina is older than Lucy (either literally or because Mina became a woman before her by marrying first, whichever). As obnoxious a term as I find it, "eldest daughter syndrome" does manage to evoke the right vibes for this. The caretaking of a sister for her family is explicitly a mimicry of motherhood in this political context.

Plus, I mean. Again. Onee-sama. The adult equivalent of an Onee-sama is a mommy domme. That's just the facts.

Renfield:

Magical healing powers. Classic maternal imagery. Also this scene was SO funny. Seward_eat_shit_challenge.MOV, honestly.

But yeah anyway the fact that Seward ascribes Renfield's lucidity to Mina's presence is another example of this aura of healthy intimacy around her that acts in a shocking inverse to Dracula's aura of infectious predation.

Lucy (Goth):

The Bloofer Lady acts as a fun twist on Lucy and Mina's and Mother/Child dynamic.

Mina went away to get married which, again, carries automatic connotations of having a 'real' child rather than taking care of Lucy. Even before their elopment, Mina is already nursing her husband back to health. Lucy is unable to get married before being corrupted by Dracula. So, upon her "transformation" into a metaphorical "corrupt adult woman," the Bloofer Lady preys upon what would have been Lucy's husband, intent on killing or damning him. This reflects a lot of systemic biases around women's sexual maturity as a corrupting force on men. Anyway, all this serves to further underline both the tragedy of Lucy's lost innocence, and the value of Mina's preserved Moral Fiber as an Adult Woman.

There's also their interactions with children. Mina is a perfect caretaker, a beloved teacher and trusted mother figure by basically everyone in the book. The Bloofer Lady acts like a child playing with dolls. She nurtures and coddles the children, even as she tears them apart to slake her hunger. She is doting and gentle, to an exagerrated degree. Until the very moment daddy comes home, when she throws her toy away, unconcerned that it might break.

The New Women:

No one is still reading this right?

Anyway, Stoker probably had Mina talk about the New Women because they had a reputation of sexual promiscuity and lesbianism that Stoker, as a queer man of moderate class status would have been very familiar with. That's why Stoker (and thus Mina) don't see hypocrisy in Mina deriding them. Mina's absolute adherence to every single character trope, every political goal, every stated motive of the New Woman movement is irrelevant. What matters is that she is a Good And Pure Married Woman Of Noble Character.

Not like this whores and harpies that never listen to the men around them and go around trying to inherit property or remarry after a divorce. Disgusting. What monsters.

Like that's literally all that the comment is for, IMO. It's just a way to pre-address criticism about ~being a new woman~ by contrasting her Good Character against this stereotype of sexual and legal perversion.

It's kind of all like that actually. Mina would almost look like a step-by-step reclamation of the rude stereotypes of the movement, except that she's supposed to unironically be "a good woman, not like them."

Like, Mina doesn't go to university, she just studies alongside her university educated husband like a Good Woman. And in so doing she.... just so happens to also develop all of the technical skills that New Woman activists wanted access to universities for.

Mina doesn't go around demanding fair wages. She marries upwards and inherits from her adoptive father, like a good respectable woman. Don't pay attention to the fact that she literally works. Besides, she works as a carer of children, why, that's barely different from being a mother (/sarcasm).

Mina has friends across both the middle and upper classes, another common goal of New Women. But unlike those ~nasty political types~ our good girl Mina simply takes care of her upperclass companions, obeying them and soothing them with her maternal powers. If it weren't so well written, it would be sickening.

I mean she even has freedom of movement (a common NW goal) by exclusively using public transit, unlike those harlots who rode bicycles by themselves with their legs, the horror.

It's kind of amazing.

Anyway having to rewrite this and deal with Bram Stoker's absurd bullshit surrounding ~sexual panic~ because of his own gay trauma is like. I'm becoming angry so the post is done now.

Have fun!

[bondsmagii]

how do you differentiate night terrors from nightmares? Sometimes I want to talk about mine but I am not sure if I'm using the right terminology

the main difference is that night terrors translate into real-world action in some way. people having nightmares may be restless in their sleep, or make occasional odd noises (grunts, half-screams or yells, etc) but for the most part they remain in deep sleep. people suffering from night terrors, however, are likely to sleepwalk, act out portions of what they're dreaming, scream properly (a lot of witnesses report that this screaming is pretty horrific to witness) and will also sometimes appear fully awake and incapable of recognising their surroundings (they are not actually awake, however).

nightmares are normal, and are generally seen as any dream that creates unpleasant or disturbing feelings. they don't necessary have to be scary, just upsetting or troubling. everyone gets 'em. night terrors, on the other hand, are classified as a sleep disorder, and can cause great distress to the sufferers and witnesses. night terrors are quite common in young children, and many children naturally grow out of them. in older children and adults, it can become an issue, as night terrors disturb sleep and are often disturbing or even traumatising to deal with. even if the dreamer isn't aware afterwards, at the time they still fully believed they were experiencing that horrible thing, and the stress and anxiety it can cause can be extreme.

I actually suffered from night terrors as a kid, same as my mam and grandmother (we even had the exact same dreams, which is freaky). I don't remember anything about them myself, aside from the initial dream that would trigger it, but my mam told me that I would wake the house up screeching like I was being murdered, and when she came to my room I'd be backed into a corner convinced she was an evil hooded figure come to get me lol. she couldn't get near me because I'd freak out even more, so all she could do was just sit in the doorway and talk to me until I woke up. once I did, I would just calmly say "night mam" and go back to bed like I didn't just warp into a little kid from a horror movie for a hot sec. I did this for a few months when I was 5 or 6 and then just grew out of it. shit's insane.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Nightmares (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Jason Todd X Fem!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Mention of beating, torture and death

Request: Woke up in a cold sweat and your blog was the first to pop up 🖤 if you don't mind writing Jason x reader where for the first time, he takes care of her after a nightmare. Like new couple and she's helped him before. Angsty but fluffy? 

Jason was awake the second he felt you move abruptly, eyes wide and fully aware, with one hand already reaching for the gun on his bedside to defend you and himself from whatever startled you. However, there was silence except for your heavy breathing, and Jason calmed down enough to avert his hand to the lamp instead, turning it on, and turning to face you. 

You were sat up in bed, looking ahead, breathing starting to slow, though you kept your fists to your chest, almost like you were ready to fight. You looked to your side of the bed, looking out the window, and Jason watched you, realising what was happening. “Babe?” He asked softly, and you turned to him, and when you saw him, he saw your shoulders relax, and your arms dropped, and a sigh escaped you, your breathing finally calm. Your head lowered, almost ashamed. “Nightmare?” He asked, and you nodded. 

This was new. Nightmares weren’t new, in fact they were nearly a nightly thing, but it was always Jason having the nightmare, and you helping him through it. You were an expert at helping him by this point. It was engrained into you to the point where you would do it half asleep and not remember it the next morning. Jason was convinced you were sleepwalking when you helped him. It was a ritual, and it only took a few minutes before you were both back in bed, falling back asleep. However, he wasn’t sure if what you usually did for him would help you. 

“Want to get some Chamomile?” He asked you. You nodded, quietly peeling yourself out of bed, and Jason followed you, and as you met at the bottom of the bed to head out the room, Jason wrapped his arm around you, and you rested your head on him as you walked with him into the kitchen. Jason pulled a chair out at the breakfast bar, before he went to get what he needed from the kitchen, starting to boil water as he got out the ingredients. He’d watched you do this so often, he didn’t need to ask you for instructions. He also remembered exactly how you liked your tea, adding that secret little ingredient into it to make it a bit sweeter, before he focussed on his own, before he poured the drinks and brought the drinks to you, and coming and sitting beside you. You looked down at your drink as you ran your ringers over the sides, and Jason watched you. “Want to talk about it?” 

You hesitated for a moment, thinking before speaking. “I dreamt you were getting hurt… and it was my fault.” You told him, and Jason leant on the bar, putting a hand on your back, silently asking you to go into more detail. “I dreamt you’d been out on patrol for...hours. The sun was rising, and I was panicking and none of your family were picking up the phone, so I went out looking for you, and I ended up getting caught. Next thing I knew I was tied up in this dark room, then you came in to save me, and they all jumped ganged up on you. I was screaming for them to stop as you were on the floor and they wouldn’t stop, until one of them came up to me, raising a bat over his head to brink it down on my head to shut me up, and as he swung, I woke up.” You explained. That explained you jolting awake, and you having your fists up, and also you relaxing when you saw him. The best thing, but also the worst thing, was that Jason knew exactly how to help, because he’d had very similar dreams to do with you- you being kidnapped, being tied up, being beaten, being hurt, screaming for help, and being killed. He knew how you were feeling to the T, and he knew exactly how to help. 

“C’mere.” He instructed, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head as you wrapped your arms around him as well, locking them behind him. “I’m okay, and so are you. And if it means anything, that dream is really inaccurate. You really think some punks could kick my ass that easily?” He asked, getting a laugh out of you, making him smile. “But if it makes you feel any better, from now on I’ll call you every night as often as I can so you know I’m okay.” 

“Thanks babe.” You told him, looking up at him and giving him a quick peck. “I love you, loser.” 

“Love you more, nerd. Now let’s get back to bed, it’s freezing.” 

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Belphie's Music Taste

Mammon's Music Taste

Asmodeus's Music Taste

Belphie listening to lofi songs is simultaneously the cutest and funniest thing that I’ve ever heard.

Aw is the bratty little cowboy gonna listen to windchimes and sparkles. Yes. Yes, he is.

Aight hear me out. JUST LISTEN

Belphie listening to country music.

HE HAS THE COWBOY AESTHETIC ALREADY MIGHT AS WELL GO ALL THE WAY.

He’d start it as a joke but he’d gradually love falling asleep to the slow drawl of the music.

he thinks their super cheesy but proceeds to press play

"ugh more country music?" *clicks play*

Or even listening to those sad country army songs about being soldiers and missing your family

He 100% relates these songs to Lilith and having to fight for/against the celestial realm.

AT SOME POINT he’s layed with Beel and they both cried about country music/Lilith (think If Your Reading This and a bunch more by Tim McGraw, Arlington, and Your Gonna Miss This by Trace Adkins)

Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlise. FUCK. I’M GOING TO CRY.

I know some of these songs are from the point of view of a daughter and their dad but Belphie can’t help but think of being able to grow up and show Lilith how the world has changed.

Doesn’t even care that most of country songs are religion-based and yeah sometimes he gets so angry at Father for what he took from him but he remembers that now Lilith is up there still. Doesn’t make it hurt any less though.

Wishes he could still hold her, see her grow up, him and beel being her best men at her wedding, connecting the human and celestial realm

listens to circus songs and fucking cries

NICKELBACK. (he isn’t THAT bad okay, sometimes his songs SLAP) ((lullaby,,,belphie relates this song to his feelings of overwhelming anger in the attic)

Falling asleep holding each others hands, reminiscing about Lilith and the times they had together.

Mammon and satan, just to piss him off, played the wild west theme songs (The Good The Bad The Ugly theme) whenever he walked in a room and he would go demon mode (only for them to laugh harder, cowboy looking ass)

gets embarrassed if you hear him listening to country music

changes the song quickly, he can't have people knowing he genuinely likes it

listened to If I Die Young once and thought of Lilith

proceeded to block all mentions of this song

Anyway LOFI MUSIC.

He loves how soft and sweet it is even though it doesn’t match his “style”.

This motherfucker can be berated by Lucifer and he’ll put on headphones and just watch Lucifer scream at him and only hear soft Lofi music.

Lofi hip hop, Jazz, pop. He does not discriminate.

Very often gets the beats and small portions of the lyrics stuck in his head.

LOVES Shiloh Dynasty and all the remixes

But that is not the only thing that Belphie listens to. Oh no, definitely not.

Loves nightcore. Alvin and the Chipmunks who?

Alternatively likes listening to slowed down songs

Listens to the front bottoms and thinks about punching lucifer in his face

OUCH! By Matt Watson

HE LISTENS TO SCREAMO AND EMO MUSIC.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, SLEEPING WITH SIRENS, PIERCE THE VEIL.

Emo headass.

Is very much stuck in the 2010s (probably the last era he was able to listen to before getting locked in the attic and since getting out has been stuck there) and if MC introduces him to any more then even 2020 music.

It’s the emotions that he relates so heavily to but it also helps him stay awake to do tasks.

His turn to do dishes? Unearthly screaming comes from the kitchen. Please don’t worry he is just vibing.

He has the screamo voice. He doesn’t use it often because I don’t see Belphie as someone to sing along, more bopping to the music and swaying, MAYBE mumbling under his breath but nothing more.

Will do it with Lucifer around just to fuck with him

Why is the thought of Belphie on stage, smudged mascara, black leather clothes and screaming on the top of his lungs hot????

would 100% let you dress him up in that outfit but acts like he doesn't like it

Stop *bonk* being *bonk* a *bonk* belphie *bonk* simp *bonk*

He doesn’t like making playlists because its so much work so if he puts on Lofi to go to sleep to and he will stay sleeping on wild screamo music.

Listens to it most in the attic because that’s where a FUCKTON of his resentment/rebellious vibes come from and because he doesn’t want to bother Beel while they are sleeping.

Asshole probably doesn’t use his headphones anywhere else tho.

Asmodeus and Mammon don’t understand him but they love him nonetheless.

*demonic screeching* “Okay sweetie don’t forget about the student council meeting later today <3”

If Mammon vibes with a song he WILL scream along, incoherently though because he doesn’t know the lyrics.

Beel just kinda sits there. Doesn’t get it either but loves seeing Belphie look so at peace.

Old man lucifer “is that what you kids listen to today?” (but can he talk?? really?? listening to cursed records bc iTs InTeReStInG)

Satan gets it the most out of anyone else. When they have Anti Lucifer-League meetings Belphegor puts on the most rebellious, and relatable (for their cause) at least, songs and they both scream the lyrics.

he isn't shy showing these songs to you but has once attempted to show off his emo scream please don't laugh at him

OKAY BUT CLEANING UP THE LIVING ROOM WITH BELPHIE WHILE YOU BOTH SCREAM IS SO CUTE

Trophy Father’s Son by Sleeping With Sirens, Can You Feel My Heart, Keep Myself Alive, Sleepwalking by Bring Me The Horizon, Last Resort by Papa Roach, A LOT OF LINKIN PARK, Monster by Skillet, and OF COURSE Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

He probably wouldn't listen to wolf in sheeps clothing but *pointing* THATS HIM

Belphie has spent time crying over these songs. On late nights when he can’t sleep he cries about how he thinks Lucifer doesn’t love him and blames him for Lilith’s death. How MC must really hate him for how he’s acted. How different he is from his brother’s. (part of why he won’t listen to it in front of Beel)

please hold him and promise him that you don't hate him

He also LOOOOOVVES classical music but due to his history with it will not listen to it.

Aka how he used to lay on lucifer’s lap while he plays lullabies for him.

If Lucifer is playing classical music in the area tho? He can’t help but suddenly feel really sleepy. And no he didn’t fall asleep close enough to hear Lucifer scribble away on his paperwork (Lucifer knows he does and always has a blanket ready for when this happens).

lay with him and if you listen very carefully you can hear him mumbling the lyrics under his breath as he runs his fingers through your hair

One of my biggest things about belphie is that he is really smart even though he doesn’t like to put in the effort.

He likes to dissect these songs (typically passing thoughts and really paying attention, he won’t put to much effort into it) and get into them and it backfires because that means he’s really listening to these lyrics and it hits him THAT much harder. (STICKING LITTLE WHITE FLOWERS ALL UP IN HER HAAAAAIIRRRR)

End Note: Belphie doesn't have the largest music selection but the songs he listen to either help him sleep or makes him get all up in his feelings (bc he is emotionally stunted and its the only way he can cry).

[mythicmalasada]

*rattles container* it’s feeding time

on bennett’s birthday, lumine teased him like they weren’t going to celebrate it because it wasn’t *actually* the 29th. 

(actually had xiangling make him a cake where they then had a party at diluc’s tavern)

when aether and lumine reconnect and move on to travel even more worlds in the future (which will happen. they will make up), xingqiu writes a story about her/their adventures. it becomes a bestseller.

similarly, venti writes her a song that becomes popular all throughout teyvat.

xingqiu writes another book after lumine leaves about his time spent adventuring together with them, all the crazy situations he’d been in and the wild things they’d seen.

lumine doesn’t read either of these books until she returns about a decade later, to which she flips open the first page, reads the first few words, then smirks and looks up at xingqiu with a smug “so you think i’m a hero, huh?”

sleep wise: chongyun sleepwalks, xingqiu sleep talks. bennett kicks violently. lumine just has nightmares (oops)

on nightmares, though: sometimes when it gets bad and she’ll wake up screaming, xingqiu, chongyun, and bennett will all lay around her and help her fall back asleep.

venti comes to xiao when lumine leaves mondstadt to travel on to liyue and tells him to keep her safe; it’s the first time xiao’s ever seen him serious.

chongyun being the youngest even by a few months connects him on a different level to gen z humor; sometimes he says the most random, absurd or concerning shit that gets eyebrows from the rest of the team

“chongyun you should practice your footwork today” “guess i’ll go drown myself”

“poor xiao, according to these novels it says he’s been trapped in eternal suffering for centuries” “mood”

lumine didn’t think chongyun was anything special when they first met, but then she saw him fighting and instantly became entranced by his abilities.

he’d mastered the ability to use his claymore as a center of gravity from lots of hard work and training; he’s practically flipping in the air, the weapon using him as extension rather than he himself wielding it.

it’s amazing. lumine’s never seen anything like it. she goes from “pfft okay let’s see this kid” to “oh wow... you... you’re beautiful” in Seconds

a boy once had a crush on lumine in a world they’d travelled to long before. aether’s overprotective big brother instincts had kicked in and the memory is still fond in the back of her mind; she wonders how he’d react to the current lumiharem that has more or less formed within teyvat. 

travelling to inazuma becomes too dangerous to bring any of her previous teammates along, so considering lumine doesn’t have a vision, she goes by herself. 

in inazuma she meets kazuha (i am an avid kazlumi shipper, read to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself) where they start travelling together as a two person team.

eventually sayu joins; picture kazuha and lumine each holding one of her hands as she walks between them, the two of them swinging her back and forth.

sayu’s design implies she’s a tired kind of character, so she often sleeps. kazuha the workaholic and lumine the go-getter are suddenly introduced to the concept of afternoon naps. 

sayu the tanuki ninja vs. kazuha the bakufu samurai. do i need to say any more

anemo family,,

kazuha and lumine, sword users, are amazed by how well sayu wields a giant claymore.

again, kazuha and lumine are very one-track minded, often not stopping to sleep, eat, or take care of themselves until their task is completed. sayu’s added presence makes them more self aware, stopping for full meals or naps or doing things a bit less recklessly.

lumine leaves for a few months for inazuma and when she comes back with a boyfriend and adoptive daughter bennett, xingqiu and chongyun are like: 🧍🧍🧍

in other words, bennett LOVES sayu. he takes her toy shopping and lets her ride on his shoulders to see above the crowd, or builds her a little doll out of sticks and windwheel asters he spent hours making. 

(he’s also determined to be the favorite.)

chongyun is awkward around kids but they’re still drawn to him, for whatever reason. sayu likes seeing the way his cryo vision works because it reminds her of ayaka.

xingqiu tries his hardest to get sayu to like him but she really just Does Not, for whatever reason. 

when xingqiu and sayu first meet, he holds out his hand in a handshake for her to take (because he has no other grasp of how to interact with people if not formally) and she starts trembling.

lumine ushers sayu away from him and xingqiu is like what did i Do

(on a sadder note: lumine comes back from inazuma with a literal Family and xiao, who had been pining for her the whole time she’d been gone, is crushed upon the sight of her return.)

lumine likes to braid both sayu and kazuha’s hair because it reminds her of how she used to do it for aether.

[not-wholly-unheroic]

how often does your muse get sick?, does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?, and habits and mannerisms?

How often does your muse get sick?

All the dang time. Perhaps it has something to do with his possible blood disorder or perhaps he’s just unlucky, but for whatever reason, Hook has the immune system of an unvaccinated toddler. Growing up in a time when children who fell ill often died, he was fortunate to make it to adulthood at all. He was a thin, sickly little kid who was almost certain to catch whatever was going around. He kept hoping he’d eventually grow out of it, but unfortunately, that didn’t happen. As a captain, he learned to hide it better and forced himself to push through things even when he felt awful, but pushing himself too hard would eventually just end up making it worse. Stress is a major trigger for his tendency to get sick, and he often finds that after a period of prolonged intense emotional distress, he will inevitably end up physically ill.

Does your muse snore? Sleeptalk? Sleepwalk?

Hook rarely ever sleeps deep enough or long enough to snore. Most nights he’s lucky if he gets a handful of hours uninterrupted. He doesn’t sleep much, and when he does, it’s often plagued by nightmares either about the crocodile or (post-redemption arc) about his past. Fortunately, he doesn’t tend to sleepwalk (because you can only safely go so far on a ship). However, he does sometimes talk in his sleep…but more often than that, he screams.

Habits and mannerisms?

Hook talks a lot with his hands (well, hand). He’s one of those people who used his whole body to express how he’s feeling, especially if he’s excited. You don’t just see how he’s feeling in his eyes or the shape of his mouth; you see it in how he stands and paces and gesticulates. He’s a theatrical person by nature and if he’s feeling something strongly, don’t expect him to sit still while telling you about it. He’s gotta be up and moving because the movements he’s making are relevant to the story he’s telling.

He also has a lot of nervous habits and facial tics (an ironic word for it considering how he feels about actual ticking). Before he can even start panicking, before he’s really even consciously registered what he’s hearing, he gets a bit…twitchy…if he hears a clock ticking. Sometimes his eye twitches. Sometimes it’s his mouth (and by extension his mustache). But he’s visibly highly uncomfortable.

Post-redemption arc, he has a button from his (deceased) first daughter’s favorite doll that he wears on a chain around his neck underneath his shirt, and he will sometimes subconsciously put a hand to his chest over where the button is when he’s feeling anxious. It has a rather calming effect on him to remember it’s there and that he isn’t alone anymore and has people who love him…even if some of them are no longer alive.

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survivors as roommates hcs

just some silly little headcanons i wrote between fics <3

Dwight is a huge pushover. Late on rent? Dwight has you covered. Ate his food? “Haha, it’s fine, you were probably more hungry anyway and it’s not like I need to eat today—”. He’s a little messy but mostly keeps to himself, unless you befriend him, in which case he’s clingy af. Constantly asks to hang out and isn’t the best at understanding social cues.

Meg is a whirlwind, leaving stuff in her wake wherever she goes. She leaves for morning runs at like 4 am and showers weird hours of the day. She’s also really assertive, going “You don’t mind if I borrow this, do you? Ok cool!” and sprinting off before you can even reply.

Claudette keeps to herself. Hope you don’t mind the 6281 plants that start in her bedroom and slowly spread to cover every available surface of the apartment. Sometimes she leaves weird science projects in the fridge that you do not want to accidentally drink unless you want to be poisoned by some obscure plant.

Jake just wants to be alone. He’s a hermit, never having people over and shutting himself into his room if you do. He can go days without showering, so hope you don’t mind his stink or the constant weed smell.

Nea will throw impromptu parties and leaves her shit laying around. Empty spray paint cans are now a permanent part of your décor, since no matter how many you throw out, more always appear. She has a habit of adopting stray cats and you’re not even sure how many are in the apartment at this point.

Laurie is the most perfect roommate anyone could ask for. She usually just keeps to herself and reads books or something, but will almost always join you in watching a movie or cooking or whatever, if you ask. She’s also very neat and will clean up after you, even if she scolds you for it. Sometimes she’s a little too responsible and doesn’t know how to let loose, so you won’t be throwing any wild parties with her around.

Ace on the other hand, is… well. A wild card. He doesn’t have a sleep schedule, stumbling home at varying hours in the middle of the night from god-knows-where. Will bring home random hook-ups. Will beg you to lend rent money when he’s gambled away his share. Will make you cover for him when the police comes knocking. 0/10 worst roommate wouldn’t recommend, the only thing he’s good for is a laugh and knowing the best parties.

Bill smokes inside. He also snores. Loudly. Usually falls asleep with the tv blaring, so hope you have earplugs. There’s also the war flashbacks, which… yeah you should probably not ask him about that.

Feng will play games all night, screaming at her teammates over Discord. Again, earplugs are a must, or alternatively you can join her in game and be screamed at. She lives on energy drinks and you’re not 100% sure she even sleeps.

David is kind of unpredictable. He’s punched at least two dents in the wall after losing at Mario Kart. Has a boxing bag in his room that he loudly beats up. If you have friends over, he’s going to do shirtless push-ups right in front of them. He sleeps naked and sometimes forgets to put on clothes so you’ll be getting an eyeful whether you like it or not.

Quentin is a great roommate… except when he’s asleep, because he sleepwalks and has night terrors. When he’s awake he’s super chill, picking up after himself and letting you do your thing, occasionally asking to hang out but not minding if you say no.

Tapp will complain about the slightest bit of noise, and you’d better not be doing any drugs or underage drinking. Is the most punctual with paying rent and utility bills, and you can bet he’s always in bed by 9 pm.

Kate is tidy, but her music doesn’t have an off button. Sometimes her inspiration hits in the middle of the night, and while she tries to be quiet, she gets carried away and always ends up singing at full volume. Will also insist on throwing huge bbq parties no matter the season.

Adam is a very nice roommate. His biggest sin is being a little forgetful and sometimes leaving wet laundry in the machine until it starts to smell. He works long hours and isn’t home a lot, but still somehow manages to do his share of the housework.

Jeff tries his best not to make a mess with his art but the paint splatters are inevitable. He comes with a dog and the entire apartment is now filled with both the puppy’s and Jeff’s long hairs. Surprisingly, the death metal isn’t an issue in the slightest because he always listens to music with headphones.

Jane listens to podcasts on speaker. Is a little bit of a mom, often cooking extras so you can have some later, and even occasionally washing your laundry. Her guilty pleasure is watching corny telenovelas and you can bet your ass she’s yelling at the tv in her native tongue.

Ash is just loud. He talks to himself, laughs at shitty sitcoms and brings home random hookups to have obnoxiously loud sex. Sometimes leaves his prosthetic in odd places especially when he’s been drinking. You’ve found it in the freezer at least twice.

Nancy is mostly really neat and organized. Sometimes, she leaves research papers strewn around and you do not want to touch them or, heaven forbid, throw them away lest you want to face her wrath.

Steve is messy and a little spoiled. His room is pure chaos, and occasionally sweaty socks and basketball shorts make their way to the shared living space. The apartment always smells faintly of hairspray.

Yui constantly has her gang over, and they’re nice enough but it gets a little annoying. Constant motor oil smell from when she’s been tinkering with a bike part. Once, she even brought the entire bike indoors and you got into a fight when she tried to get rid of the couch to make room for it.

Zarina has photography and film equipment laying around the entire apartment, especially when she’s working on a project. She’s a great cook and the kitchen smells like exotic spice 24/7, so depending on your tastes that’s either the best or worst thing ever.

Cheryl means well but is a disaster. If she tries to cook, the kitchen looks like a hurricane and smells burnt, and you’ve found the laundry machine overflowing with foam more times than you can remember. You might need to parent her until she learns the ropes.

Felix is neat but doesn’t know how to relax. He’ll often pull all-nighters and passive-aggressively complain if you disturb him. Miniature buildings will appear on every available surface, especially when nearing a deadline.