#hmmm

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Antti Laitinen

[wilwheaton]

[worstghost]

How they sleep, alone and with you

Tim (Masky), Brian (Hoodie), Toby

tw: blood mentions, brian is kinda a creepo

Tim

Alone: Tim was always restless, he wouldn't sleep for days and then would crash hard, usually in his day clothes. His bed was small and cramped so he typically slept curled up in one corner, pillow over his head to fight off any headaches. As Masky, he didn't sleep, roaming the woods all night and creating a muddy, bloody mess that would inevitably soak into the bed sheets when he permitted rest.

With you: Again, this man was restless. He had relentless headaches and ground his teeth in his sleep, but having you pressed against his side, feeling your warm breath fan against his neck while you held him made staring at the ceiling until his eyes were dry a little less tragic. If you insisted he would trade spots and lay his head on your chest, allowing you to comb through his hair until he could sleep.

Tim had once again scared you awake, climbing in his own window instead of using the door, which you would never understand. His hair was a mess, nose bleeding down onto his white shirt, bright in the light of the lamp you had left on while waiting up for him.

You didn't realize you had dozed off, and Tim didn't realize you had planned on staying over.

You tilted your head at him and sighed, scooting over and lifting the covers for him to join you. The pungent smell of blood and dirt made your eyes water a little, but he didn't notice.

Tim wiped his face on his jacket sleeve before sliding it off, slipping under the blanket and pressing his face against your throat, inhaling sharply.

You'd ask in the morning, you told yourself. Right now you knew he just needed you to be there.

Brian

Alone: Brian slept wherever he could, usually in abandoned buildings or couch surfing. The cold didn't bother him but he would try to make the best of wherever he was at the time, fluffing the dingy pillows and pulling his hood up. He always slept on his back, facing any doors or openings. Hoodie was much the same, if he slept it was sitting straight up, hands in his pockets and ready for whatever could come.

With you: Brian loved to take over your bed, he would sneak in at night and spread out across your plush, lovely smelling comforter. He would lay right on top of you if you weren't careful, straddling your legs and subtly smelling your hair as he cuddled in to you, eventually rolling over and pulling you with him. Even you couldn't prevent him from watching the doors and windows, so you always slept on his side or on top of him. He'd make you turn your lamp off and close the shades, knowing first hand that anyone could see in to your room on the first floor.

"Why are you so paranoid?" You mumbled one night, letting Brian back under the covers after he had gotten up to close your shades.

He didn't quite know what to say to that, laughing a little and pulling you tight against him.

"Creeps out there, y'know?" He shrugged and leaned back against your headboard, filing through his memories of watching you through that very window. Before you knew him and long before you invited him into your bed. "Just want you to be safe."

He could hear you sigh lovingly, running your fingers up and down his chest. "I love that you think about me like that."

You could feel him press his lips against the crown of your head, breathing in the scent of your new shampoo. He had a habit of doing weird stuff like that, but you thought it was cute.

"I like this new stuff, smells like candy..." Brian was almost whispering but it made you laugh.

"Maybe you're the creep I need to worry about." You could feel him swallow hard, hand slowing in it's circle across your hip. "I'm glad you like it though, I'll keep buying it."

Toby

Alone: Toby hardly slept, he stayed up pacing, doing breathing exercises he found on the internet, and coming up with plans for the next few days that he would inevitably forget or would fall through. When he was tired, he was really fucking tired. He could sleep for days when he had the time, pushing through nightmares and the need to piss just to get a few extra hours of rest. He slept like a tornado, stripped down to underwear and under a pile of soft textured blankets and pillows, it's not like he could feel himself overheating.

With you: He needed to be surrounded on all sides by stimulation, suffocated to sleep, so having you on top of him, weighing his heartbeat down to a steady calming rhythm was some of the best sleep of his life. He talked horribly in his sleep, conversations so animated sometimes he'd bite his tongue and wake up bleeding all over the both of you. He wouldnt admit it, but he was terrified of accidentally injuring you in his sleep. You never told him about the time you caught an elbow to the rib, or had a bloody nose from his stray hand, blaming the blood on bumping into the headboard.

"Toby..." You gently ran your hand up and down his arm, leaning over the barrier of pillows he had stacked between the two of you over night.

"Stop-" He huffed, curling in on himself further. "I can't, I don't want to hit you. I-I know I've done it before."

You could hear the shake in his voice, he wasn't upset, he was angry. You had to tread carefully now.

"Accidents happen. You want to know how many times I've accidentally nailed you while rolling over? You're practically in my skin while you sleep, I've definitely kicked you." You laughed a little, slowly pulling the pillows away and tossing them to the foot of the bed. Last thing you want is to piss him off further.

"I can't feel!" Toby was whispering, but it was harsher than normal. "This isn't the fuck-" he groaned, rolling to face you, "Fucking same."

Keeping your face as neutral as you can, you simply laid back down and faced him, waiting for him to work it out himself. Nothing you could do would help here.

"I'm sorry." His eyes softened just barely and he reached out to grab your hand, squeezing it a little harder than you think he meant to. "Just let me sleep over here, I don't," He grits his teeth, rolling his neck to stretch it out, "I don't want to hurt you."

You nod along, knowing that by tomorrow night he'll be comfortable again. This happens often when he thinks he's hurt you.

"Just sleep, Toby, I'll still be here in the morning."

[trappedinacomputer]

Pili: "I feel like people don't respect my wishes"

Bad: "you're gonna have to give them time to realize you're not Pili 1 because they still see you as Pili 1"

Pili: "I feel like the only people who understood are you and Foolish"

Bad: "well we have a different perspective on things"

[sk3tch-rottmnt]

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(I'm Acid Cobra)

[megalommi]

Cinematic parallels

(above is from 'Hypnofreak' by Ivycomb)

[geniemillies]

wip- the goal is to draw her in various states of yearning like the wet dog that she is

[secondbeatsongs]

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

[unafraid-alien]

fd

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[sunsestart]

Frilliam:]

Fiddleford just keeps gifting things to Ford AAAAA😭

[dreadark]

it’s always “why did you sacrifice yourself and leave me behind” and never How was the sacrifice Was sacrificing yourself fun it looked fun

[lemon-wedges]

he's telling that story again, the one where he barked like a dog

[bamsara]

Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.

[pixlokita]

Some things are best left forgotten.