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[nyancrimew]

Are birds going chiirp chiiirp chiiirp chiirp and tweet tweet tweet a good time to sleep?

based on when ive been managing to sleep the last like two months id probably say yes

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[amunyan]

Love me, not him - 6A

After a lot of storyline with Mereoleona, this part of chapter 6 will follow the route of Fuegoleon again.

(You came here when you avoided the fight or if you rejected Mereoleona earlier. Or if you read everything… like I also would in these create-your-story-thing…;P)

 It’s just a fluffy flashback, but enjoy :)

Wordcount: 2,129

 

The moon was still high in the sky, but hiding behind some clouds.

You were lying in your bed, unable to fall asleep. Insomnia had taken over and your thoughts were on a rollercoaster since Mereloeona wished you a good night and left.

You thought about the events of the day... or at least tried so. But your thoughts always drifted away to him, to Fuegoleon, while you snuggle deeper into your blanket.

As you were lying there, missing him more with each passing day, more memories came back. One of them; the long night you spent with him...

"It was a while after my failed confession, when he became the Captain of our squad", you mumbled while starring at the ceiling.

 

You knocked on the office door, unsure of the reason for your visit. But there was no answer.

"It's late," you noticed. "God knows why he wants to see me at this unholy hour. Besides; we have hardly spoken since my failed confession some time ago..." You become worried, thinking that Fuegoleon might throw you out of the order for this. "Maybe he hates me now. But I did well during the last missions. Oh dear. Why am I here?" You asked yourself again, expecting the worst. Not even considering how absurd your thoughts were as you began to knead your hands restlessly and bit your lower lip. You thought about just leaving, but you forced yourself to try again and knocked on the door a second time. Again; no answer.

"Good", you said to yourself and were about to turn around as you could hear something after all; hectic noises, slurping on the floor, then a rumbling, followed by cursing. Then the door swung open.

"(Y/N)?!?" A bright smile appeared on Fuegoleons stressed face as he saw you.

"Are you okay, Fuegoleon?" you asked worriedly. Not only the loud noises but also the dark circles under his eyes worried you.  "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"I didn't," he replied guiltily. "That's why I need your help."

You didn't understand what was going on and how you, of all people, could help him. Even less so when he dragged you into the office, closed the door and grabbed you by the shoulders. The young leader of the Order looked into your eyes. "I can only ask you, (Y/N), for this favour. So please help me."

"Huh?"

He let go of you to touch his forehead in shame and averted his eyes. "I didn't expect to have to deal with so much paperwork when I took over the order. While working on reports and planning missions, as well as the actual bookkeeping, I made a mistake. In trying to correct it, and looking for similar reports and other notes that might help me, I unfortunately caused this..."

You looked past him into the room, which was flooded with papers and fallen books, as well as other things that completed the chaos. A chaos you never expected Fuegoleon could cause.

“It’s embarrassing for someone like me”, he said with a low voice, full of guilt.

“Don’t worry”, you answered softy and shacked your head. “It’s no shame to make a mistake. Everyone does. It’s similar to what you always say. The shame comes with not learning from them and with no improvement. I know what I am talking about. I made too many along my way...” You paused for a moment and took a deep breath, before you looked at him with a soft smile. “I’ll help you to fix this mistake.”

"Thank you." With relief in his voice, he wanted to hug you. But when he was already standing in front of you with his arms half outstretched, he changed his mind again and just cleared his throat. You noticed that he even blushed a little.  Although you felt a little sad about this, you couldn’t help smiling.  

“Fuegoleon is such an organized and competent person. Always friendly and also a strong mage. But this side of him, his vulnerable side, he only shows me. As if he knew I wouldn't judge him. As if he knew he is safe with me…”

Over the next few hours, you went through all the paper chaos together. You reassembled documents and reports that belonged together, put them in a logical and chronological order and threw away things that were no longer needed.

"That took much longer than expected," he noted.

You nodded. "But most of the work is done now.  We just have to sort the files back into the shelf and clean up here." As you were about to start, a loud yawn escaped you. Just as you were about to apologize, Fuegoleon yawned too. With an awkward grin, you looked at each other as the young leader suggested: "How about tea? Or better; coffee? We still might sit here for a while."

"Good Idea. I will go and get some." You put the file in your hands into the shelf and were about to go, but Fuegoleon stopped you by blocking the door. "Don't worry - I will. Take a little break, (Y/N)."

"Afraid that you will make a mess again in the few minutes I get us something to drink?” You couldn't help yourself from making a little joke.

"Maybe ", he answered quietly, smiling a little embarrassed at you, before leaving you alone in the office, but you didn't mind.

"He's such an accommodating guy. I'm so glad he likes me. Even though..." The same moment you congratulated yourself on being a happy little mushroom, the self-doubts came back. And with them, the nagging question of "Why?" "Why does he still like me? Why is he asking me for help? After my failed confession and the fact that I never really wanted to see him again. Why is he still so friendly towards me?"

While you ponder these questions, you sort back a few papers and reports on the last missions. "Maybe he really likes me as much as I like him? Maybe we..."

Another yawn undercuts your train of thought. "Fuegoleon is really taking his time. Maybe..." You sit down on the small sofa in the room. “He ordered me to take a little break. Not a bad idea at all – I am really tired by now. It’s past midnight and the past day was full of hard training and work.” The sofa was so warm and soft, you couldn’t help but lying down on it "I'm just resting my eyes until he comes back..." Knowing that this was a complete lie, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in no time.

"I don't know how long I slept on that sofa. But I know I dreamed of him. Sneaking a kiss from me..." Even though you know that Fuegoleon would never do such a thing - kissing a sleeping girl is a reprehensible thing, by the way - it made you giggle a little. No. "He did something much sweeter..."

Without realising it, you wrapped yourself more tightly in the blanket. You hugged it like a soft toy and buried your nose in the fabric. Although it certainly didn't smell like your beloved...

"He gave me his cloak. Covered me up.... I can still remember the scent, warm and sweet, but also a little spicy. Like cinnamon with a fresh hint of ginger..."

When you woke up again, you felt safe and sound. Like being in a warm hug. The smell of cinnamon rose to your nose. A smile flitted across your lips as you opened your eyes. You couldn't tell why you felt so safe, neither how long you had been asleep. But the second you realized Fuegoleon was already back, doing the job he'd actually told you to do, a panic started in your head and you rumbled to your feet. Still wrapped in what you think is a blanket.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, Fuegoleon. I fell asleep and..."

"Don't worry", he said friendly. "I've finished the work a moment ago."

"What?"

He nodded, putting back the last file of documents. “Also, I told you to take a little break and rest. Everything is alright.”

With a gentle smile on his face and half-open eyes, an expression full of gratitude, he came over to you. "I must thank you again for all your support, (Y/N)." He sit down beside you.

"Oh no, nothing special." You looked away, blushing, still feeling guilty about your little nap. "It's the least I could do for you."

"Nonsense." You jumped as he raised his voice for a moment. "It's not part of your job. But... but you always help me without hesitation. Just one of the many things I appreciate about you. So..." He paused for a moment. "I'm glad you came tonight. I thought I had done something wrong to make you angry. You hardly spoke to me the last few weeks. But you are here now. And that makes me so happy..."

His words pierced your heart a little. They made you want to tell him again how you really feel about him. How much you truly like him. That your feelings even went beyond this. That you were never angry with him. That you were never angry with him. You were only embarrassed that you were always so quiet and had difficulty expressing yourself. For a split second, your courage grew. But when you noticed that Fuegoleon suddenly seemed nervous and even blushed a little, you bit your lips. Unsure what to do, he made you even more insecure when he spoke again. "So... I wonder if I could ask you something, (Y/N)?"

“Of course.” You answered right away, looking at him. Hoping, he would make a move now and tell you how he feels towards you. Like hoping for the best, but not expecting it would ever happen.

"I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to ask you this. If this isn't a bit forward of me. But..." He paused again and turned away uneasily. One could clearly see his struggle. But not the absence of his cloak.

"Maybe he really...“ You allowed yourself to hope a little.

"Would you mind helping me out with these things? I mean - the paperwork." He slowly turned back to you, rubbing his bright red cheeks.

"Oh?" You sounded more disappointed than you wanted to.

“But helping him out from time to time is a good excuse to see him more often. To get closer…” You thought to yourself.

Meanwhile, Fuegoleon seemed a bit ashamed. As if he really thought he was asking too much of you. But you placed your hand on the top of his.

“Of course, Fuegoleon. I will help you. I'm glad you have so much faith in a clumsy little person like me..."

“Don’t make yourself small again. You are reliable, (Y/N). Just believe more in yourself. Please. And thank you for your agreement. This means a lot to me.  But it's late now. Let's discuss the details tomorrow. Should  Shall I accompany you to your room?  You seem sleepy."

"Oh no, it's all right," you smiled and snuggled tighter into the so-called blanket.

As the two of you left the room, wishing each other a good night and about to walk in the opposite direction, you didn't watch your step and tripped over the fabric of the blanket.

You closed your eyes after a startled scream and waited for yourself to hit the ground when you felt Fuegoleon's strong arm wrap around your waist. Concerned, he asked you if everything was all right.

"Yes ... But ..." At that moment you realised that the blanket was Fuegoleon’s cape.

Torn between joy and being flattered and the horror and shock of having damaged his new cape, you don't know what to do.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I didn't realise it was your cape until just now. And now I've broken it..."

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I'm glad you're okay."

"I'll fix this for you. I promise." Your voice was full of determination, but also full of guilt as you looked into his eyes while tears welled up in your eyes.

"I managed to repair the cloak for him. Although you could clearly see that my skills were very bumbling if you looked closely, he always wore it with grace. And I was able to sleep in his coat for a few nights. With his scent in my nose and the feeling of a warm embrace..."

You rolled onto the other side of the bed and looked out of the window. The moon had stopped hiding.

"I miss him so much..." you thought with tears in your eyes and hugged the pillow tighter.

[yum-zlurplie]

goodnight everyone

like fr goodnight go to sleep if its night for you.. DO IT!

I will hit you! -jokes- go eep now

Sending prayers to those with insomnia -like me- f*cking hard to sleep with this b!tch of a brain why did we need this anyway?? Arent we like.. Designed to sleep? We have a function in which if we close our eyelids for long enough we shut down why would our brain not do that???? Those f*ckers lied to me!

Ps: sorry for the large about of cursing in this lol-

[acircusfullofdemons]

I know shared/extended universes have been done to death at this point but I have this Curse you see (aka I was a MCU fan for 7 years. no im not ashamed of this I think [most] of those movies are genuinely good fight me). I say this because my 3 main paracosms (Phantasmagoria, Mad as a Crow, StoryBook City) are connected. Like, not only are there alternate versions of some paras that exist in each universe (Calypso, Jervis, and Phineas are all Alternates/technically the same person in this regard) but each paracosm exists within the other.

"Mad as a Crow" is a comic book series held in a comic book store that False Moon canonically visits at the end of Phantasmagoria. Like Calypso has read about Jervis & is probably like "he just like me fr".

"StoryBook City" is actually a show called "Toybox Tutors" -- a children's show where each spokesman is a teacher & all the other Fables are students. Jervis & Alice grew up watching it and it canonically sparked their interest in Alice in Wonderland thanks to how Phineas & Alice were portrayed in that show. I think it's also a show Blair watches frequently because that would be perfect.

"Phantasmagoria" is a game....I haven't worked out the specific details but I think Eddie worked on part of "Fade into Insomnia" (since i sometimes imagine it in the style of those rpg horror games) before getting fired and becoming a criminal.

I haven't really worked out how Phantasmagoria & MaaC appear in SBC yet. It's not like they don't exist I just don't know how they do.

[fr-jedicreed]

The Curse

(All dragons are in anthro forms, unless otherwise noted!)

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Demelin had had strange things happen to her before. Sometimes dangerous strange, other times just...strange strange. As far as she could tell, this ranked up to just strange strange.

She was standing in the middle of the street in the Middle Tier of Ilthorne...with a large Ridgeback floating in front of her.

Yes. Floating.

He appeared out of nowhere, and just started floating in front of her, just...chuckling. He was cross legged, and had his arms folded over his chest. While he seemed intimidating, Demelin wasn’t too afraid of him. Just...curious. After all, no one else was stopping to see this strange dragon. So why could she see him?

“Congratulations, my dear, you are now cursed.” said the Ridgeback, turning to her, as he grinned, sharp teeth flashing, “Be prepared for a lifetime of misfortune and trouble!”

Demelin watched him cackle for a moment, letting his words sink in, “...Okay...”

He blinked, before looking at her, “Hey hey, just...’okay’? What sort of reaction is that? I just told ya you were cursed! Cursed!! Does that not mean anything to you? C’mon, throw me a bone, sweetheart!”

“Don’t call me that.” she said automatically, before shrugging, “You just appeared before me, and said that I’m cursed. How am I supposed to react??”

He blinked, before sighing, shoulders slumping, “Like...I dunno...” He sat up straight, looking fearful, his voice going up a few pitches, “Oh nooo! Cursed? Who would do such a thing to lil’ ol’ me?” He slumped again, “Or...” Sitting up straight again, he started fake crying, “Why, oh why me? Why am I destined to be cursed? Oh noooo...!”

Demelin just gave him a look at the schematics, “Well...you do make a good point. Who would curse me? I’m just a worthless writer, so...”

The Ridgeback paused, before giving her an almost...concerned look, “...You okay there, girlie?”

“I’m Demelin--”

“Specter.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyways, I’m just....tired.”

The Ridgeback--Specter-- looked at her for a few moments, before nodding, “Yeah, I feel that.”

“Feel?”

He reached down, grabbing a smoky trail that she just now noticed was attached to her. A smoky aura was surrounding him, some that looked like hands, as they wafted out, “I’m attached to you, sweet cheeks. I’m forever a part of you, now.”

“Don’t call me that.” she said, again, “And back to what we were going at before... Who would curse me?”

“See, that’s the thing! No one!” said Specter, snapping his fingers with a grin, “I was created, and floated away. But because I didn’t wait to be assigned to anyone, I was given an ultimatum; either find someone to attached to and curse, or just disappear into nothingness. And, I dunno about you, but I don’t wanna die.”

“Curses can die?” asked Demelin, tilting her head.

“Yeah, in a way.” shrugged Specter, “But you were the first one I laid eyes on, so...ta-da! You are cursed by me! Specter!” He cackled, looking rather proud of himself.

Demelin was just tired. Now she had to deal with this annoying curse, on top of everything else. A book that was selling rather well, an upcoming deadline for her next book, her ongoing battle with insomnia, and other troubles. She watched Specter for a moment, who was looking at her expectantly. Again. What did he want? And what did he mean that he was going to curse her? Was he the curse? She never heard of curses being personified...

This was too much. She just wanted to nap.

“I’m tired.” she said, as she tried to walk away. But apparently Specter was attached to her, as he started following, still floating.

“Where we going, sweetie?”

She ignored him, though the nickname irked her. If he continued...

“C’mon, talk to me, dearie. Sweet cakes? Hunny bunny? My dearest dear--”

Having enough, she took her satchel, and swung it around, aiming for him. Only it went right through him, and she hit the back of some poor Snapper’s head, pretty solidly, too.

“Hey!” he snapped, giving her a glare.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, holding her satchel close to her, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

The Snapper swore, grumbling as he rubbed the back of his head, before walking away. Cheeks flushed, she noticed, she had a crowd, before quickly turning on her heel and getting out of there. But as she went, a cackling followed her. A shadowy form of a skeletal Ridgeback floated beside her, but she knew that voice anywhere.

(art by @meat-fr​ !)

“That was fantastic!” Specter laughed, “Did you see his face? Amazing! Ooh, yes cursing you is going to be a hoot!”

Demelin sighed, tiredly. She barely recovered, before Specter zoomed out of sight, only for her to trip over something, having her sprawling on the street, her satchel opening and some papers scattering.

Panic filled her, as she quickly snatched the papers up, not caring about her dirty clothes. She heard Specter cackling, only for him to trail off, no doubt sensing her panic, “Hey, whatcha got there?”

“Pages for my next book.” said Demelin, counting the pages, and sighing with relief, before putting them in her satchel, “I’m a writer, remember?”

“Ah...” There seemed to be some sound of...regret in his voice? But he stopped cackling, so that was a plus.

Getting back to her feet, Demelin dusted herself off, as she continued down the street, “So...only I can see you?”

“When I’m like this, yeah.” said Specter, “But in my other form, I can physically manifest myself, and have others see me. But, most of the time, I can only be seen by you, so be careful how you speak, otherwise you’ll be seen talking to yourself.”

Demelin sighed, rolling her eyes.

Something told her she was in for quite the trip...