#bedstuff

[lonestatus]

now see what's awesome is i could either do an extra load of laundry for bedstuffs this weekend or i could put that off for later

[thepoeticfox]

....the kitten is going to the vet as soon as I can get him in. I thought he was stinky bc he was just bad at grooming himself but today he's been leaving smear marks on furniture and coupled with the watery and runny nose, I am concerned he is sick. Hes had vaccines for a couple of the key things, like feline herpes and something else that starts with a C so I'm hoping it's allergies and maybe adjusting to the food here.

He's had eye-boogeys and a runny nose for a couple months, has since I first met him at the cat cafe, but being a place with many cats, and a lot of guests interacting with them, I worry he may have something communicable and he is our second cat. I don't remember having any cats with his symptoms in the past, and really we didn't have the ability growing up to take them to the vet anyway.

I'd rather be overly cautious, just like when I'd take my human kid to the doctor when he ran a fever for a solid week (that's unfortunate his normal when sick).

Regardless if it's something super simple or not, I still have to clean the furniture and wash all the bedstuffs -.-

[mimicrygrievous]

Fanfic Attempt Snippet 3. Advice? Help?

They unanimously opt to skip the whole gawking segment that’s typically mandatory when crossing the threshold of recently vacated childhood manors in exchange of booking it upstairs to the guest bedrooms. If the house’s innards have been rearranged—a possibility the twins believe to be far-fetched, knowing their mother—they couldn’t care less. Why would they? Their only obligation here is to the miserable hospital staff who are in need of Nym’s levelheaded next of kin because the withered husk isn’t qualified to cooperate. No, that rotten woman listens to nobody but herself, which is—surprise, surprise—precisely how she got stuck in the psych ward to begin with.

Upon elbowing past the door closest to the topmost landing, Nightmare sags against the wall to the immediate right of the entryway. His raw mana that has yet to completely restore its self-regulation system burns like felsic lava chugging through his marrow and getting clogged within his joints. The heat is intolerable—regular calefaction exacerbated by anterior aggravation into almost hellish temperatures—but Dream already adjusted the thermostat that sits at the foot of the stairwell before he followed after Nightmare. With an ideal quantity of luck, Nightmare will sink underneath the undulating waters of consciousness with instinctual thrashing kept to a minimum in spite of the roiling magma’s steaming protests. The ice instructed to impale their current enclosure once it’s properly prepared is merely a preventative measure to ensure Nightmare’s slumber stays serene and painless.

“What tasks do you plan to take on whilst you’re still awake and about?” Nightmare ponders idly, fighting gravity as it strives to bend him over backwards.

“Well, I need to fill up the gas tank, and buy us enough groceries for a day or three, so I’ll be heading into town.” Dream apprises with parallel detachment as he dumps their nesting materials—

{“We do not— This is most definitely not— Tell Ink That We Do NOT Sleep In A NEST—” A slighted shriek accompanied by a sneer.

“I beg to differ, Night. And since I’m the twin in charge of organizing our spread, I’ll call it what I like.” Arms akimbo and snotty nasal ridge turned skywards.}

—effectively portable bedding onto the corresponding dusty furniture.

“Are you certain you wish to traverse this village alone? I’d gladly remain on my feet if you’d rather my presence at your hip.” Nightmare offers, aching incredibly from fatigue, but quite perturbed at the notion of Dream being devastatingly deprived of all moral encouragement because of the inconveniently essential function that is rest. The guilt would suffocate him if anything untoward happened to his brother here of all the possible settings.

“She’s in the hospital, Night. There is a negative risk of me bumping into her. You needn’t fret. Sleep well.” Dream intones, as soothing as the crash of a mallet on a brass gong—can a musical instrument be played condescendingly?—as he finishes fluffing and straightening their bedstuffs, his physical efficiency uncontested.

“She’s not who I’m worried about for the temporary time being, as unlikely as it may seem.” Nightmare doesn’t miss a beat in flicking off the fixture overhead the moment Dream turns his spine away from the headboard. The abrupt and absolute absence of illumination is enticing, transforming the twin-touched pallet into a dark temptress.

“Oh, darksun. Contrary to your suspicions, our mother doesn’t have the local populace in a chokehold, but I’ll be sure to give Blue or Ink a call if I need to appear urgently busy.” Dream’s phalanges scrape the sides of his brother’s skull as he deftly removes Nightmare’s visor and replaces it with his flowery blackout mask.

“Perhaps I want to put the local populace in a chokehold.” Nightmare gripes as Dream guides him to lay back against the plush give of pillows stacked upon an ordinary mattress.

“In that case, maybe I have a moral code to uphold. Maybe it’s my duty to protect these people from you.”

“Your jest is in poor taste—Stop Manhandling Me!”

“Hush. I always tuck you in. Stop complaining. Reinstate your chivalry. Be sweet for me before I go.”

Nightmare snaps his teeth and snarls at the hand stroking his temple. “I Am NOT The Younger Twin, So Quit Patronizing Me!”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that I miss when you were easier to mislead.”

“No, you don’t. You wouldn’t be tentatively conceding to slumber if you were still actively guarding your gullible ‘baby brother,’ now would you?”

“I Will Cease My Conceding If You Don’t Give It A Rest.”

“Good one, duskbloom!” Dream exclaims whilst rocketing back on his heels. The suddenness in which he tears his devotions away practically gives Nightmare whiplash. Blast it. Nightmare had been almost certain that Dream was going to cave and crawl into their blanket burrow for the explicit purpose of sleepy snuggles.

“Treacherous snake.”

“Insidious viper.” The retort is blurted out as Dream audibly trips over his own heels in his mad dash towards the room’s exit, virtually begging his soundly swaddled twin to give chase. In another scenario, Nightmare probably would have complied with his cain instinct. Later, he settles.

“What has gotten into you?” The glare that is shot at Nightmare for his ‘innocent’ concern is brimming with acute accusation. (Not that it is seen, but it is surely felt.)

“It is imperative that I procure the supplies I mentioned today, Mare. That entails leaving. So farewell, brother mine! Mwah!” A bolt of bittersweet fondness zips through Nightmare’s marrow at the glimpse of Dream’s acquired friend group lexicon, and then his twin’s company is reduced to boots clicking precisely down a pristine stairwell. Nightmare strains his acoustic meatus until he hears their automobile leave, then nothing. His brother is gone.

The instant arrow through Nightmare’s soul at the distance is as comedic as it is tragic, but his anguish is borne from little more than attachment. Not fear. Nightmare isn’t scared of Dream being manipulated as soon as he’s left to his own devices for a short time. If he was, he would be underestimating his dearest. Dream is just as intelligent and conniving as Nightmare can be.

Contrariwise, Nightmare would feel pity for the poor cretin that views his twin as an exploitable skeleton to any degree. Dream may still emit that alluringly naïve aura to narcissistic outsiders—a youthful silhouette paired with a ‘childish’ personality, or so those types tell him—but those types are ironically the exact reason Dream’s savior complex was crushed into dust to begin with.

A sourness taints every interaction the twins have with strangers, and as melancholic as it makes Nightmare to see his daylight moon’s natural bleeding heart bubble up into something thorned and nasty, it brings Nightmare relief as well. There is safety in hostility. There are barricades built upon unattainability. The harsher Dream’s standoffish wariness—the epitome of pastry politeness when put in juxtaposition to Nightmare’s definition of ‘lenience’—the better for eliminating the stress on both of their sheltered souls.

Violaceous sentience lulls its viscous self into disembloodied mist. Wisps of an aureate countenance that twists with savage abhorrence graces Nightmare’s lingering seconds of cognizance. His lemonblast on his mind neverendingly, Nightmare passes out.

this snippet is a good bit shorter than the other two, bc it’s the last of this first section. Not the end of the chapter, but basically 1/3 of what I’m trying to get done during this first chapter. This first section is a bit over 5,000 words, I think. Not sure what the other sections are going to total up to, but boom.

[maladaptivexxillusion]

12-7

Planned out the workouts for next week. Ane and I would like to keep them like that for a bit. Because we want to become fragile and pretty looking.

Our plans for now:

Dishes

Shower / brush hair & teeth

Change bedstuff

Give bunnies meds

Edit Video

Set alarm

Read

Bedtime

It's honestly time that we get around to clean out the old owners stuff so that we can have it lovely here. ♡

[voyage-inferno]

Being in the same bed as Bennett is like:

He's sometimes a starfish

He's somehow managed to roll under the bed and both be as small as possible (reduces danger in the wild) and also snore like a sumpter beast (gives away his position immediately)

You've almost gotten stabbed by metal wings because he fell asleep with his Vision on him

All of his bedstuff smells like mint and vaguely like smoke and now you do too

(at least there's never any food crumbs)

He's great in the wintertime but if he even so much as looks at a blanket in the summer you're roasting

Sometimes you'll wake up and he'll have koala'd you and then you have to peel this (surprisingly strong) gremlin off of you before you can get your morning drink

But hey. You'll get the best pillows in the flat. The extra blankets without holes. The space next to the wall, furthest and safest from the entrance. And a free space heater next to you

[ask18thcenturyrussia]

I needed to get a few sweet princes out of my system ||

[follow-the-mountains-path]

How does your muse flirt? || How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?

"Weeell... The last time I tried flirting with my crush, I used advice from his brother, whom I didn't know that he was even RELATED to Cebby at the time, annnd....

It didn't end well." The red troll huffs as he feels the warmth of a slight blush coming over his cheeks, he's thankful that his beard hides most of it.

"As for, y'know, going in for it, I usually let my partner take the lead. It's not that I'm shy, or anything when it comes to asking. I just apparently have this thing where I come off as 'creepy' and 'intimidating', and that's the very last thing I want my partner to feel in that kinda moment. Y'know? "

[crazyhomecooking]

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[no-entry-system]

think im done talking about it by the way. doing something else to try and get us. doing something more productive than be mad on the internet

[trashbinbackyard]

Joe: wanting to just cuddle is unmanly

Mae: oh get over yourself you’re almost 40. Admit you want to cuddle there’s nothing wrong with that

[siphonophored]

depression is so awesome fun really. you dont wash your bedstuff until the smell is actually unbearable

[xeno-bio-sociology]

'Nother question; could sopor slime realistically work? Not in terms of drugging, I mean it's implied that trolls need to submerge their heads in it to sleep. Some of the cocoons don't look deep enough for that, but Karkat comes out of his with slime in his hair and Tavros complains he can't sleep because his horns won't fit in his. How do they not drown? I know perfluorocarbon can be breathed but it's very far from comfortable to do so, and sopor slime looks too thick for that.

Absolutely! One just needs to adjust from a mammal-focused view of trolls and there are many animals that can breathe in liquids. This is especially relevant to seadwellers, since they can breathe in seawater proper. Perhaps all trolls have gills but only seadwellers have ones that are well developed enough to survive prolonged activity using them alone. Trolls could undergo torpor to lower their oxygen (or whatever) needs while asleep, allowing even weaker gills to sustain them. Especially if sopor is specifically very high in oxygen. Their metabolic processes could lower enough that they only need to surface to breathe say, once an hour or something even without gills. Dolphins keep one lobe of their brain awake while sleeping so that it can continue to periodically breach the surface to breathe and watch for threats, and with only the breathing being necessary I’m sure that that’s a far less than half-awake-brain adaptation for trolls to make. Turtles practice an underwater oxygen exchange technique with their anuses, while amphibians often breathe through all their skin so long as it’s wet above water. Trolls could similarly have patches of skin inside or outside of their body that are packed with blood vessels and primed to diffuse oxygen. And depending on how long sopor has been around, they may have evolved with use of it specifically! Perhaps as the method that Trolls were able to escape the seas in the first place, they packed themselves into mud during the day or in dry season to stay moist. If they switch to this breathing method exclusively during the day, shutting down the lungs to preserve energy, then that keeps the need for a wet sleeping spot at day. Meanwhile there would be an evolutionary pressure on landdwellers especially to lower the amount of surface area through which to dehydrate when walking around at night. This could be accomplished by retracting or reducing gills if they have them, covering patches of breathable skin when awake - perhaps a pouch that inverts when asleep, or internalizing the process like the turtles. Breathing the sopor in the lungs is possible, but especially before sopor proper was a thing probably a bit risky. If they evolved for it it wouldn’t be uncomfortable like perfluorocarbon is with humans though.

At some point sopor may have been invented or discovered specifically to increase the oxygen content of one’s bedstuffs. There is mention of it preventing horrorterrors, but that might be a recent addition or else the brain’s reaction to not getting enough air at night. The meteor trolls might be suffering in this way, unable to get into a deep enough sleep since that would necessitate their lungs turning off completely, or their brain freaking out with not quite enough air to function properly when sleeping dry, recycling what little it has.

Alternately, one could go all out there and ignore the seadwelling history to make the horns absorb air or function as breathing tubes. Thus, a troll would submerge only enough to leave the tips of their horns out in the air. The shape diversity makes this possibility unlikely though, unless they function this way  only when completely underwater. Else someone with, say, Chahat’s horns, would have trouble getting their head under enough to sleep while still breathing.

With this breathing method (or with surfacing to breathe), sopor could instead serve a cooling function. We know Alternia gets hot and bright enough to blind, and there is no reason to think that even a cave or an early hive would necessarily provide enough shelter to be safe by itself, let alone comfortable. Before houses especially, a troll might find themselves exposed come dawn. To prevent their tissues from being baked and dessicated, we go back to the mud burrow method. And then perhaps sopor as cleaner and less likely to dry out.

One could further theorize about whether seadwellers and landdwellers have differing needs here after who knows how long evolving in such different environments heat-wise, but I think I’m done for the day. There’s lots of possibilities for sopor to work as advertised, and these are just a few I’m sure!

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

A Pining Ball of Feathers and Sadness

Izuna felt conflicting emotions as he eyed the divider that hid his brother’s side of the room from him.

He told himself that the Senju boy had been tricking his brother and today had been proof of it,at least that’s what he had processed.But he remembered the expression of horror when he realized that he had followed him and told their father and just as clearly his declaration mere hours before.

Naturally people had noticed when the Uchiha heir started slipping out weeks ago and then started improving skills and coming back dirtied with the occasional various bits of plant life in his hair the common consensus was that he was training by himself.

Their father had been a bit suspicious but since Madara always stayed when ordered and still performed his duties he had decided to allow him some alone time,maybe being generous after the deaths of their brothers.

But Izuna had been jealous.His brother spent less time with him and with as little as they had it made a big difference to him,the fact that he actively seemed to enjoy his escapades didn’t help.

Originally he had just planned to follow his brother and demand that he join the sessions and hadn’t expected a second boy to show up.

If he had been jealous before it was nothing compared to when he watched his only living brother playing and even laughing with this stranger.Maybe he was even envious that he could talk with the boy about his dreams for a peaceful future when he couldn’t even do it with his own brother.

At first he just watched and seethed in jealousy but then he thought that maybe this boy was tricking his brother into getting information or stealing clan techniques and decided to tell their father.

When Tajima told him the boy was the son of the patriarch of their rival clan it all but confirmed that he had been right to tell his father.

A not-so-small part of him had waited for his brother to thank him or at least acknowledge that he had done the right thing,instead there had been hovering and an obvious challenge to keep his emotions under control - the black feathers and orange eyes had shifted with his breathing,pulling in when inhaling and sliding back out when exhaling.

With a forced politeness he excused himself to his room and their father had let it go with only a scowl that promised that this was the last bit of leniency he would have for a while.

Madara hadn’t appeared for supper and with the head of the Uchiha sealing himself in his study he was forced to sit there alone.

It was common for their father not to join for meal and usually the two boys would entertain each other and enjoy the rare chance to spend time with one another when one or both of them weren’t on a mission.

Afterwards he’d crept into his room with more silence than he should have,it was his own bedroom after all.

He remembered sharing his room with their most recently deceased brother and how he’d snore despite their father’s repeated attempts to get him out of that possibly fatal habit.

Now it was quiet and empty despite the presence on the other side of the shoji.

Feeling decidedly not guilty Izuna finally gathered the nerve to sneak over and the slide the opening just a crack.

The only light was from the lamps he had lit in his own room that shone through the paper walls which gave the room an oddly cozy and intimate feeling.

It was a stark contrast to the black monstrosity currently lying on his brother’s futon.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t known that certain people in his clan could turn into bird monsters,it was just that he had never seen them give in completely,so he could be excused for choking when he saw an enormous bird head instead of his brother’s.

He still wore his yukata but other than that there was no real way to tell that this giant bird was Madara Uchiha.

The feathered adolescent had arranged his bedstuff into a sort of makeshift nest and seemed to be...sighing?It sounded more like half-hearted cawing than anything human.

Nevertheless they quickly became aware of another presence in their space and stood up and spread their wings to appear more intimidating.

It was extremely unsettling to watch his brother turn his head from side to side to better study the intruder and the wicked-looking beak wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Seemingly recognizing his little brother he folded his wings back in and decided to move closer.

Too stunned and fearful of the sudden unpredictability of what was now his brother he allowed himself to be tugged to the rather sad nest and after some prompting sat down.

Izuna felt indignant when the bird-brain started grooming his hair with his beak and wrapping his wings around him like some kind of chick but after some annoyed cawing he accepted that there would be no quiet escape from this situation - he at least would never let his brother live this down.

If he fell asleep to his brother’s cooing and woke up with feathers in his hair being crushed by a decidedly human Madara it was his business and no-one else’s.

[xxkirbyloverxx]

yesterday the rabbit and i had a cuddle before bed which dragged out longer than expected bc she started thumping (only once every time though) when i stopped petting her which is kinda adorable. This morning she woke me up a couple of times thumping too bc she wanted to be pet and turns out she stayed with me in bed the whole night and peed all over my bed. like i can deal with the little poops, they’re dry and u can just pick them up and she usually drops like 2 or 3 randomly which is fine but i think she thinks of my bed now as a litterbox bc there were like 50 poops in there too... My blanket and bedding is now in the washing machine but like, i can’t wash my bedstuff everyday? Luckily i have a waterproof mattress cover but she also pissed on my bed 2 days ago... i removed her little diy steps so she can’t get on my bed now and i’m going to organize a bigger litterbox for her so i can put the small one on my bed in a corner for now and hopefully litter train her which i thought we accomplished last week? don’t get me wrong, i love her so much it makes me cry sometimes but the only piss and poop i wanna wake up in is my own and i defs prefer not to even do that. love how comfortable she is though haha

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[jupiterjunebug]

Heres a hot concept: the storage company my school used giving me a more specific timeframe for them getting my boxes than 10am-4pm