#ask-insomnia

[dagwmeno]

hello!! could u draw insomnia? (error x dream) i think they are silly

I think they're pretty silly too! Also this is late as fuck lmao, apologies

[mmmairon]

Hi mairon! I love the self insert comfort you did it was so cute! Would you be able to make some more? Possibly diluc taking care of someone like the girl you did in the last one — maybe putting them to bed because I’m suffering w my insomnia right now 😅 if you can’t dw!

oh, to be tucked snugly into bed by Diluc Ragnvindr

[spinjitsuburst]

no cuz listen listen listen LISTEN TO ME Cole is so so so so good in Skybound he’s literally maybe the best part of Skybound for me the “don’t lie to me I know you too well” the way he’s supportive of Jay until he physically can’t be anymore the way he’s so upset that he’s been kidnapped the fact that HE’S THE ONE TO FIND HIM ON THE SHIP and he’s so soft and the fact that he saw Jay’s tortured state and had to FORGET HE FORGOT ALL OF IT WHY COULDN’T HE HAVE REMEMBERED IT I’m unwell

[afterdarkftm]

Why am I horny it’s literally 1:59 am…..I need to be fucked until I can fall asleep

[10yrratiolover]

I saw people saying that ratio canonically has insomnia, is that true? 🫨

It's about as canon as the character introductions can be considered, so vaguely?

I do know that it's a widely accepted headcanon, one I believe in as well, but I personally wouldn't consider the character introductions to be 100% canon. I think they are more dubiously or vaguely so, but it has been stated in official material so, take that as you will, anon. :>

[capnhanbers]

I've been reading joat from ch90 on to get myself back in the headspace (it's working) and maybe it's hormones but the scene in ch123 where sans washes sad naya's hair is making me fr cry

[derrygirlstrash]

Clare is mischaracterized a lot lowkey because I think people love Clare for being an anxious lesbian so much that they instinctively craft a more palatable version of that trait onto her and it’s a shame because Clare is a fascinating little beastie. She is childhood friends with the likes of Erin and Michelle for a reason after all. She is arguably just as selfish as Erin /affectionate and just as impulsive as Michelle /affectionate it just is formed around the insane molten hot anxiety disorder inside her little lesbian brain. She thinks she’s better than them when in reality she is just as bad.

I’d argue she stays selfish /affectionate longer than Erin does. Until the final two episodes I fully believe Clare would have sold any of them up the river for a corn chip if that corn chip would save her skin. It’s often said that Clare and James hold the single brain cell but I think the truth is likely that Orla holds it and they just forgot to use it or hand it to someone cause they were going ham on a bag of sweets.

If you hate Erin for her selfish traits and just kinda forget that Clare is just as bad then idk what to tell you they’re birds of a feather.

[therealslimshakespeare]

https://www.tumblr.com/precious-little-scoundrel/760754196149567488/i-also-think-lu-turns-into-such-a-yapper-around

girl 🥲🥲 i fucking love this. i’ve always thought they do horrifyingly domestic things together before they even start dating sooooooo

Horrifying is exactly the word.

And gosh, how I love friends who are strictly friends and have been for so long and just, suddenly they aren’t and the world keeps spinning and that’s odd to them but then again, its much the same just more

But you know Benny is at her kitchen table, pouring over deeds and percentages and shit, or that’s what he’s there for and he does!!! He gives her so much of his time and effort!! But he also takes breaks to make her his mama’s pesto and he feeds it to her with his hand cupped under the fork and he does the dishes like he belongs there and he walks the lil rigs with her in the heat and he jumps in the lake when heatstroke threatens and on the way back from Bucky and Jo’s wedding he somehow thinks it’s chill to introduce her to his mama and—

Honestly, the real question is why Benny DeMarco was remotely surprised this girl was like a cat in heat she wanted him so bad after this

[melkintoyou]

thinking about arguing with mark over text and him just showing up outside your house with a text saying “ok come let me in then” and you would run to the door half panicking bc it’s the middle of the night and you didn’t expect things to get this heated?

he would fully not even have one foot in the house before he’s trying to kiss you and you’d push him away. “I’m still mad at you” you’d say holding back a smile at his sweet gesture.

“clearly not mad enough to not let me in, gimme a kiss babe” he would try to lighten the mood.

“ok I’m sorry, I know I should’ve planned my time better and not double booked myself but I’m here… baby.. I’m sorry” he’d look at you with his big doe eyes, trying to grab your waist so he can hold you in an embrace. he’d cling to your body and follow you around the house and up the stairs, into your room.

“mark, look.. I understand we get busy but you have got to let me know your schedule on the days we agree to see each other. a commitment is a commitment and you ca-“

he wouldn’t even let you finish your sentence before his lips would come crashing down on yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs. you’d try your best to keep a stern tone but his grip on you would tighten, kisses would travel down from your lips to your jaw, to your neck..

“Yo! Fuck you for thinking I’m just gonna stop being mad if you come over tryna act all cute. You piss me off!” you’d push him back lightly, trying your best not to melt to his touch. and it would work too until your eyes would meet his. all you would see is his lips slowly curl into a smile, before he takes his bottom lip into his mouth.

walking towards you slowly, he’d stand behind you and move your hair to one side. leaving kisses down the back of your neck, he’d whisper in your ear, “you’re kinda sexy when you’re mad” he’d snake his arm from your shoulder to your neck and give it a light, gentle squeeze and you’d feel your underwear slowly dampen as you try to hold it together. he’d chuckle, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. he’d let his other hand travel from your nipples to slip into your shorts.

his long fingers, with rings still on from his schedule earlier, would find their way in between your folds to gather up all the slick just to bring it up to your clit. “Mar..k” you’d whimper his name, falling weak to his touch.

running slow circles, he’d ask “nah.. please continue all the shit you were talking earlier”

[third-king-of-salmonids]

BEHOLD MY GLORY

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumptober Day 31

31 ASKING FOR HELP | Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well."

Whumptober Prompts List | Masterpost

Hero x Villain Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 800

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west @doctorsawyer @pinkrangerv @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

CW: nightmares, insomnia, self-deprecation

A/N: Aaaaaaaaand that's a wrap for Whumptober 2024! Thank you so very much to all the lovely people at @whumptober who organized the event and helped reblog!

I felt like writing a sort of fluffy Hero x Villain snippet because I love seeing these two helping each other overcome their traumas after everything.

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The kitchen was silent, save for the constant drip… drip… drip of the coffee pot and the soft humming of the refrigerator.

Villain folded their arms and leaned against the counter, watching the dark brown liquid pool in the bottom of the glass carafe, ignoring how raw their eyes felt, how much their body craved sleep. Their body desired sleep, but their brain wouldn’t let them truly rest.

“Villain?”

They jumped as Hero appeared in the doorway, rubbing the exhaustion from their eyes. “Uh… ‘morning.”

“It’s…” Hero squinted at the wall clock, “it’s three a.m. What are you doing making coffee?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Villain replied matter-of-factly. “Happens from time to time. I usually just get an early start.”

Hero frowned. “How often?”

Villain shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Hero sighed and crossed the room to stand in front of them. “Villain, this is the third time in the past two weeks you’ve woken up at ungodly hours. The last two times I wasn’t sure, but… it’s the nightmares, isn’t it?”

“I…” Villain hesitated, gaze falling to the floor. “Yes. Usually I can just go back to sleep, but this one… it’s better if I get up and be productive than lie awake in fear.”

They couldn’t see Hero’s face and didn’t want to make eye contact, but they knew Hero was biting their lip in an expression of concern. “It’s just a bad dream,” Villain said quickly, “nothing really to worry about.”

“A dream bad enough that you don’t feel safe falling asleep?”

“Uh….”

Hero turned and opened one of the cabinets, pulling out two mugs. “You need to stop trying to cope by yourself.”

Something in their tone made Villain inwardly cringe. They opened their mouth to protest, but as Hero poured the coffee from the pot into the mugs and moved over to the fridge, the words died on their lips. Hero grabbed the cream off the shelf and the sugar bowl from the counter before moving to the dining table, gesturing with the milk container for Villain to bring the two mugs over.

Villain complied, sitting silently as Hero prepared their coffee exactly how they liked it. Hero pushed the mug towards them before sipping from their own. Villain waited for them to berate them with questions, and accusations about what other coping mechanisms they were hiding from them. But Hero said nothing.

Another minute passed, and Villain couldn’t take it anymore. “Why do you put up with me?” They burst out, gripping the handle of their mug.

Hero raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Villain pressed their free hand to their chest. “Look at me! I was your sworn enemy for years, I don’t even have powers, I… I’m….” They looked away, eyes welling up with tears.

Something brushed against their knuckles, and Villain glanced back as Hero laid their hand upon Villain’s. “Broken? Unworthy? Worthless?”

Villain didn’t answer. They didn’t think their vocal cords were even capable of responding, let alone forming a coherent reply.

Hero smiled softly, a knowing, reminiscing smile. “You remember when you saved my life, so long ago, and I asked you a similar question?”

Villain blinked. It wasn’t that long ago, only… only a few months. A few months that felt like a lifetime. “...yes…” they managed to choke out, voice breaking.

“You remember what you said?”

Villain was silent for a minute, which could have been an eternity. They nodded, slowly, as the memory came back to them.

“I care about you, Hero. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I abandoned you.”

“You saved my life,” Hero said, “you gave me food, shelter, a friend. And, later on…” their fingers laced with Villain’s. “I put up with you because I love you. Because I care about you. We saw each other through things that others can barely imagine, and we made it out alive, together.”

“I’m alive,” Villain agreed quietly, “I’m just not well.”

“And you’re lying to yourself if you think I’m well. You can’t get the help you need if you don’t ask. And that’s a hard lesson to learn when you’ve gone so long having to rely only on yourself.”

“I know how to ask for help!”

Hero rolled their eyes. “Asking Antihero for an extra pair of hands for vigilante work is not the same as inner healing.”

Villain sighed. “You’re right…” they mumbled, taking a slow sip of their coffee.

“Describe the nightmare that keeps you from going back to sleep.”

“Why?”

“So I can help you affirm that it’s not real, that it was never real, that it will never be real.”

Villain hesitated, suddenly afraid to confide one of their deepest fears. Until they realized moments later just how silly hiding it was. If anything, Hero already knew. “Okay,” they began quietly, “it always starts at the collapsed building where we rescued Youngest….”

[toffeebrews]

THOIGHTS ON HYPERSOMNIA (error x ink x dream)..?

Going to be honest I didn't consider this ship till I saw your account talking about it

Quick Edit: Somehow I accidentally convinced myself I like this ship by doing this?? LMAO

im going just off whatever my brain says so... hopefully it makes sense? I'm going to stretch things to make this work okay bare with me. That and I haven't had years to build headcanons so some of these are off the cuff. Nothing is canon obviously

I tried to wrap my head around how I would do it in my interpretation, and I decided perhaps if error calmed the hell down and realized maybe destroying universes shouldn't be ur life's goal. Due to morality difference I had trouble picturing dream being personal with error otherwise. I think perhaps some of these things dream/ink picked up on whether it being kidnapped by error or just via battle or something idk lol.

Due to Dream's empathy and knowledge of people he understands Error's motivations stem from a source of anger and not ration. Dream calls him out on it and Error feels a little violated by how accurate he gets it. Perhaps if Error did give up on destruction someday dream would be there to help him with his new identity???

More yapping under the cut

Ink, Error and Dream all relate to being outcasts and their own isolation due to the their roles (whether they bestowed it upon themselves or not). They're all lonely af (LMAOO).

I personally hc both ink and dream can lift way more than their weight. Ink not to dream's extent but he definitely is stronger than he appears. Error is perplexed with this information.

I never understood the " restores the balance thing" so personally I believe this was misconception dream had before he got to know error! Perhaps this manifested as rumors in the multiverse and error was rumored to be actually helpful instead of harmful. Also dream believed people had better intentions then they truly do at one point but as dream matures he realizes this isn't the case. Something like that. Not because I think dream is dumb, rather just want to see the best in people LOL even if he thinks what they're doing is wrong.

Error has a general distrust of dream at first, perhaps because his words remind him of another kind soul (it's blueberry... LMAO). But a part of him, even just a bit , just wants to have a "friend" (him and blue weren't exactly friends but yknow what I mean) like him again.

Dream weirdly finds some comfort in the anti-void as there is less emotional noise. I could picture dream commenting on it maybe, not directly referencing his own emotions but instead that the anti-void is calm (uh does dreams empathy have a bandwidth? I'm making that assumption.)

Dream got extremely excited when he realized error could also understand spanish.

He got quite invested in UnderNovela, dunno why but I imagine dream to be a fan of fictional romantic stories and dramas. He, Ink and error enjoy talking about it together. They've extrapolated a bunch of theories and such together for what will happen next.

I don't see dream as a crybaby but more suspectible to crying than the other two. Error doesn't... react the best to people crying nor do I believe ink to be the best at comforting others (projecting there whoops). I feel like Error is the type of guy to shove things in your face in hopes of making it stop LMAO. Like how you shake a toy in front a baby in hopes of getting them to stop crying. I just imagine error shoving sweets or some other gift in Dreams hands if he were to start crying. Dream would find his reaction kinds funny and maybe would brighten his mood a little bit. Ink is also trying his best and I suppose would try to be encouraging to dream. He would definitely give dream a well deserved hug. In general it's just an awkward mess, but they try their best. Dream would apologize after because of course he would.

Error in general gives "gifts" to dream, because he noticed Ink gives gifts to Dream when they get closer to being friends. Gifts in quotations because they're stolen. Idk, Error is weird.

While Dream obviously cam teleport au to au he doesn't understand as much the technical aspects of the multiverse. Error seems quite open to any questions he has about it I think. He hears error and ink discuss it at times but honestly it sounds quite confusing to him. Idk he's a curious little guy I think he would find himself love hearing Ink and Error yap about stuff like that *shrug*

I have this hc dream loves mlp so yeah they would watch that together.

[askinsomniafukase]

<Some weird… *fish-thing* dropped me off here saying something about me staying here???? Am I in the right place…????>

@askspaceloids @askbloodmoonfukase @askfukase-flower-andfriends

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is the ability to drop dead asleep whenever you want to, solely out of sheer willpower

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[aurorangen]

I just finished this book I randomly picked up from the library (has anyone read it?) and it's strange how similar it is to my tjolc!

Not completely though, maybe 40% ignoring character personality and story, but the premise of it is familiar. Like the grandmother had lost her husband and child, she owns a cafe, her grandson comes to live with her, set in a small, quiet Japanese town, mountain climbing and cats 🤔 It touches on loss, loneliness, and love and is a heart-warming, reflective story...it reminded me of my legacy. Nothing really happens in the story, but I liked it (3/5 stars for me).

[harmonysanreads]

Hi hi! I really like your writing! Can i request diluc with a reader thats always sleepy? They can sleep anywhere at anytime if they want to

Hiii!! You're too sweet haha, Diluc's paranoia will reach Celestia with a sleepy reader lol Since it was unspecified, I'll go with a soft yandere Diluc :) Hope you like it!

cw: yandere, obsessive diluc, implications of murder and gore

There you were, passed out on the counter of Angel's Share for the sixth time this week.

The tavern was left empty after the last batch of customers retired, apart from the shuffles of master Ragnvindr preparing to close the threshold and the distant sound of crickets ; it's desolate in the otherwise bustling Angel's share. Whatever work you'd brought to work on with you had long been abandoned, the papers now reduced to the role of a makeshift pillow.

Dliuc sighs, leaning on his elbow beside your unassuming figure from the other side of the counter. His usually unimpressed gaze that the people of Mondstadt are subjected to has been replaced by something more fond and worried. This seeming gluttony of sleep is nothing short of an enigma, not that the young master hadn't tried to ascertain the exact cause behind your hypersomnia — even the Chief Alchemist of the Knights probed around (as Diluc received intel) but as it is, master Ragnvindr had long learned that it was easier to take care of you than to gauge the reasons.

The number of times he was able to engage in normal conversation with you is disappointingly few, you seem to not care for that though as you're more prominently drifting off to dreamland in his presence, just as he doesn't care in making sure you're safe in these moments of vulnerability.

Still, Diluc couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering ; is it because he always makes sure to drop you off to your home every time you fall asleep in the tavern? Do you trust him that much?

His gloved hand reflexively reaches forward to tuck the stray lock of your hair behind your ear, the serenity in your face captivates the young master enough to lose track of coherent thoughts. Something in him compels him to remove his glove, his skin now bared to the chill night breeze.

What extent of Diluc's actions are you aware of? Is his gentlemanly gestures all you know of him? Do you know who clears up the area of your humble home of monsters every night? Are you aware of who the sender of the sweet notes, different concoctions to aid your sleep deprivation, bouquets of flowers that always wilt at the end of the day and the little handmade gifts is?

His touch is feathery, a candid expression to mask his hesitance — the pad of his thumb caresses the undeniable shade of dark under your eyes, then to your cheek that feels colder under his warm hand.

Can you hear the screams? Can you feel how his stare burns in the rare moments you are awake and decide someone else is better worth your attention? Do you have any idea how these visceral affections threaten to consume him and more so, you every waking hour of the day? Do you understand how much it hurts?

Inevitably, his thumb falls on your lips, marvelling at the softness. He must look pathetic now, all his yearning is laid bare and raw ; it's obvious he's on the brink of his restraint, no longer the gentleman Mondstadt knew him as but a man, hungry, slowly succumbing to desire and anything but noble.

Diluc Ragnvindr retreats at your sudden shuffling, watching with a flushed face that put his hair to shame as your brows crease and discomfort is apparent all over your face — he surmises it to be another nightmare.

A piece of him shames him for acting upon impulse but that self-loathing is lost at your person ; you're clearly suffering (and so is he), in that case, is it really so wrong for him to want to shield you from this world's cruelty?

Diluc would never be anything short of courteous with you, as he's proved time and time again. But, as the night and his anxiety deepened, the world lost its hue more and more and a man's yearning engulfed him whole — Diluc didn't feel like returning you to your home tonight, anymore.