#professional napper

[rosesandthorns44]

I'm a professional in this field!

ogughg gahgh

ever lost a whole day to intermittent napping?

i just woke up it's 9pm

[loki-hargreeves]

[fulminare-art]

guy falls asleep mid convo ten million dead thousands injured

[livelaughloveluffy]

naps - roronoa zoro

a/n: i've been struggling a bit recently and have been more sad than usual, so i for sure needed this fic 😭😭😭 if i start posting less, its because its lowkey hard to just get out of bed atm, let alone do all the adult shit i have to do 💀 but i promise a luffy version will get posted eventually 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-this man loves a nap. professional napper fr. you can barely let out the words "do you want to-" and he's already throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to his bed for a nap 😭😭😭 he's never not eager to take a nap. zoro is also the only guy to ask you if you'd want to nap with him.

-zoro smells surprisingly good; there's a faint hint of sweat and iron from his constant workouts, but he also smells like a smoky vanilla.. its truly addicting and so comforting.

-his muscles are so comforting, he'll hold onto you tightly; as if he's scared you'll disappear; one arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him, your head on his big broad chest, nose touching his bicep, his other arm is draped over your shoulder, with his hand on the side of your head, softly playing with your hair.... the safest place in the world is in the quiet swordsman's arms

-he's soooo warm, this man is basically a human teddy bear. he'll never admit how much he loves cuddling, but don't doubt for a second that when you two are curled up next to each other that he isn't in the happiest place on earth.

-he's not much of a talker.... to your knowledge... but little do you know, once you fall asleep, zoro will be whispering in your ear about how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you, and many many other sentiments. he'll die before he ever admits it to you though 😭

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a/n: can you tell i have a soft spot for gushy zoro 😭😭😭😭 he's a gentle giant fr 😭😭

a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[the-shy-wolf]

Professional napper

[dreamescapeswriting]

Got Your Back ~ Skz

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 2.4k

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Stray kids x reader 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: Established relationships, friends, platonic, cute, fluffy, chan being comforting, boys trying to help out, non idol au,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

You sit at the dining table, staring blankly at your laptop. The congratulatory messages about your MBA graduation had rolled in, but instead of the sense of accomplishment you expected, there’s only confusion and uncertainty. The question that haunted you: What now?

No one had told you what you were supposed to do now, fully out of education and thrown into the world where you had no idea how anything even operated.

Across from you, Seungmin leans over, trying to peek at your screen. You'd been crashing at their apartment for the time being while you figured out your next move. All of them were happy to have you around, and they had the spare rooms so they hadn't minded you being there at all.

"Still searching for jobs?" he asks casually, his voice light but not helping much. You glanced away from the screen for a second and met his brown eyes that were already sinking into yours,

"Yeah... just trying to figure things out," you murmur, sighing. You've been at this for hours, scouring job boards, but nothing seems to fit. The weight of expectations, both from others and yourself presses down on you. You wanted to do something with the degree, but everything you'd applied for was shooting you down due to lack of 'experience' but how were you supposed to get experience if no one was willing to hire you in the first place?

Jisung slouches on the couch, his playful grin is evident as he waves his phone in your direction.''

"You could always just be a professional napper. I heard there’s demand for that!" His attempt at lightening the mood only adds to your frustration. You knew he was just trying to make you laugh, they all were but somehow they only seemed to make you feel worse about everything.

You didn't want to spend the next few months freeloading off them and mooching your days away on their sofa,

"I wish it were that easy..." You try to smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. You stared back at the screen, looking through the emails of rejections you'd gotten for the last week and it was making you want to slam your head in the laptop and never look at it again.

Jeongin comes up behind you, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. He could sense that everything was starting to pile up on top of you, they'd been trying to get you to take a couple days to yourself but nothing was working yet.

"Hey, you’ll figure it out. You're literally the smartest person I know!" His words, while kind, don’t quite soothe the gnawing anxiety building up inside you. Felix plops next to you, laying his head on your arm with his deep voice chiming in,

"You’ve got so much time. Why not take a break for a bit and bake with me? Sometimes, stepping away helps...Besides you JUST graduated...you deserve some time off to relax," Though his offer sounds comforting, it doesn’t seem like the solution you need right now. You can feel the boys' efforts to help, but somehow, it all falls short. The uncertainty continues to swirl in your mind, the questions you knew you'd face if you didn't go straight into a job.

"How about we all get food and come back with a fresh set of eyes later?" Chan suggested as he watched you from the doorway. If anyone could get you to do something it would be him and you bit down on your lip,

"it'll be here when you get back, food is essential in life." He told you, and you could tell by the stern look on his face that he wasn't going to drop this easily.

"Fine. One meal." You mumbled as the others practically raced to the door to go and get their stuff ready. Chan watched as you reluctantly shut the laptop screen and got up, making your way over to him.

"I'll help you in any way I can, you know that," Chan whispered as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder and led you toward the others.

"But-"

"Staring at a screen for 24 hours a day isn't going to change anything. You need relaxation, you need a fresh space." He said while cutting you off. He couldn't stand the thought of you sitting there for HOURS on end torturing yourself over not being able to get anything you were applying for. You needed some time away.

It was late, far too late for you to still be awake, but here you were, sitting at the kitchen table once again with a cup of coffee long gone cold. The screen in front of you is blurred from hours of scrolling through job listings. Each click led to more pressure, another wave of doubt. The meal you'd gone out for earlier felt like it had been days ago but it had only been six hours, while it had been nice to get out it did nothing to calm you.

You'd spent the whole dinner pretending to listen to the guys as they spoke but you were agonising in your own mind about what you were supposed to do next.

“Still at it?” Chan’s voice cut through the quiet hum of your laptop. You hadn’t even noticed him walking in. You glance over your shoulder, feeling guilty that you'd been caught when you'd promised him you would leave it for the night. But Chan had known all too well you weren't just going to drop it.

"Yeah, I just—there’s so much to do, and I feel like I’m falling behind." You admitted and for the first time in a long time, it finally felt good to say it out loud. You hadn't wanted to tell the others but it was true. A part of you felt as though you were going to end up failing and never using the degree you'd worked hard for over the last few years.

Chan shakes his head gently, coming over to sit beside you on one of the chairs, his gaze lingers on the clock on the kitchen wall.

"It’s 2 a.m. You should be resting." You could hear the playful scolding coming from him but you shook your head,

"I can’t," you mutter, rubbing your temples. Everything felt as though it was too much right now, like there was a growing pressure pinning you down and if you didn't find something soon you were going to be crushed beneath it all.

"What if I don’t find something soon? What if I wasted all this time for nothing?" The stress in your voice is evident, your anxiety bubbling to the surface. Chan reaches out, softly closing your laptop before you can protest, he slides it off the table and puts it on the chair beside him.

“You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing like this.” Something you'd told him countless times when he was working himself into the ground, but just because you gave him advice didn't mean you had to take it,

“I don’t have time to relax, Chan. I need to figure this out,” you say, your voice a bit sharper than you intended, but he doesn’t flinch, he just watches you with a weak smile on his lips.

"You do have time," he replies calmly. "You just graduated, and no one expects you to have everything sorted right away. It’s okay to take a break." He tugs you gently, guiding you away from the table and forces you to walk into the living room where he dropped you on the sofa beside him.

"I just... I don’t want to fail," you admit quietly, the vulnerability of your words surprising even yourself. You laid your head on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your arm softly.

"You won’t fail. But if you keep going like this, you’ll wear yourself out. Then you really won’t be able to move forward." You sigh, feeling the tension in your body refusing to leave.

"I don’t know how to stop thinking about it."

“Then let me help you stop.” His voice is soft, but there’s a firmness in his tone. He reaches out, grabbing one of your hands and gently squeezing, he would do anything to help you shut off for a while.

"For tonight, just... be here. No more job searching, no more stressing. Just relax with me." You don’t answer immediately, your mind still racing with the thoughts of what needs to be done, but his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, grounding you in the present.

Chan shifts, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. The soft flicker of a random show fills the room, casting a warm glow around you both. He pulls you closer, and before you know it, your head is resting on his shoulder. His steady presence has an almost immediate calming effect, the weight of the world slowly lifting off your shoulders.

"You’re not alone in this, okay?" Chan murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll help you figure everything out. You have more time than you think." You sniffled a little as you listened to him, taking his words in and nodding your head.

Your shoulders slump as you sighed a little and finally admit everything you'd been holding back,

"I just... I feel stuck. I worked so hard for this degree, but now I don’t even know what I want to do next." Chan’s gaze softens as he listens carefully. He lets you speak about your worries, your fears, and the pressure you're feeling.

“I get it,” he says after a pause. “It’s a tough transition. But you don’t have to figure it all out in one go. Maybe you can start with small steps.” You blink, looking over at him, the TV long forgotten as you stare at him.

“Small steps?” Chan nods.

“Yeah. I know it’s overwhelming when you think about everything at once but maybe focus on just one thing that excites you. We can start there.” You nod at him about to talk when he shakes his head at you.

"But I order for the next couple of days you're to relax...take time...okay?" He squeezed you closer to him as you settled back into the comfort of his arms and the TV.

It had been a few weeks since your graduation, and though you tried to relax, the pressure to figure out your next step weighed heavily on you. Chan had been your rock during this time, always knowing when to pull you away from your laptop, forcing you to take breaks and reminding you that you didn’t need to have everything figured out just yet.

But one night, after another long day of scrolling through endless job postings, you felt like you were back at square one. You sighed, leaning back against the couch, the glow of your screen casting shadows on your tired face.

Chan noticed. He always did. He came over, sitting beside you and peeking at your screen.

"Still nothing?" he asked softly, staring at the email you'd gotten that had once again rejected you.

"Nothing that feels right," you admitted, rubbing your eyes. You were starting to get a tension headache and all you wanted to do was cry.

"It’s like I’m going in circles. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore." Chan leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee as he thought for a moment.

"You know… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, glancing over at you. "I’ve got a friend—well, more like a connection in the industry. They’re looking for someone with your exact qualifications." You stared at him and blinked. Chan worked in the music industry and you'd never really thought about asking him for help until now.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "It’s not one of those big corporate jobs, but it’s a start. You’d be working in a creative environment, helping manage some marketing campaigns and operations. I think you’d be great at it." The idea sparked something in you—interest, hope.

"Do you think they’d want to talk to me?" Chan chuckled, nodding.

"I might have already sent them your info. They were interested as soon as I mentioned your MBA." You gaped at him, caught between surprise and gratitude.

"Wait, you already told them about me? Chan, why didn’t you say anything?"

"I wanted to wait until you were ready," he said, his voice gentle. "I know you've been feeling a lot of pressure, and I didn’t want to overwhelm you. But I think this could be a really good opportunity for you." You felt a surge of emotions—relief, excitement, and most of all, gratitude for how thoughtful and supportive he had been during this whole process. Tears were starting to build up inside of your eyes and you whined a litt;e.

"Are you serious? I—I don’t even know what to say," you stammered, feeling a warmth spread through you. Chan grinned, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

"Just say you’ll think about it. There’s no rush. But I think it could be the right step for you, and I’m always here to help if you need anything along the way." You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. For the first time, something felt right.

"I’ll think about it," you promised, your voice soft but hopeful.

A few days later, you found yourself on a call with Chan’s contact. The conversation went well—better than you had expected—and when you hung up, you immediately messaged Chan.

I got the interview! They want me to start next week if everything goes well!

His reply came almost instantly: I knew you’d be perfect for it. You’ve got this!

Sitting there, staring at the screen, you realized how much Chan had helped you—not just by finding the opportunity but by being the constant support you needed through all the uncertainty.

Later that night, you sat beside Chan again, feeling more at peace than you had in weeks. The two of you were watching a TV show together that had become your way to relax during times of stress and now it was the routine you shared.

"You really saved me, you know that?" you said quietly. He shook his head, giving you that soft, reassuring smile.

"Nah, you did all the hard work. I just gave you a little nudge." He winks at you and you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Well, thank you. For everything." Chan wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Anytime. You know I’ve got your back."

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[sleepimali]

Library of the Forgotten

CW: death mention in lore, so I'm linking it instead this time 💛

It explores what one aspect of death care could look like in a fantasy world (more specifically in my comic universe)

These are also available as a print + sticker set on my Patreon (same link) until the end of the month in the Professional Napper and Big Sleepy tiers if you want to support me and my work 💛

[cringecorekitty]

i'm a professional cat napper. sometimes i can cat nap for eight to ten hours

[fynnthefeline]

Hey there, fabulous fur-friends! 🐾

Well, furriends, it's that time again… Mooonday is here, and guess who’s feeling *reeaally* excited about it? 😹

Here I am, just lounging under this tiny human's folding table, trying to start the day, and… *YAAAWN*… Oops, did I just yell 'Mooonday' instead? I mean, can you blame me? Mondays require a little extra effort to get started, even for a professional cat-napper like me. 💭

I gave it a good try—seriously, look at me, eyes closed, all zen. 🧘‍♂️ But nope, not feeling it just yet. Then, I figured a little smirk might help, you know, to charm my way out of this Monday slump. 😉 But, honestly, furriends, my last resort? A good ol' tongue-out moment. That's my 'I give up, it’s still Mooonday' face. 😝

So, here's the deal—I'll power through this, but you know I’ll be back to napping under this cozy spot in no time. Wishing you all a little extra energy to get through the day… or maybe just join me for some couch time. 😴✨

Fynn 🐾 #FynnsTales

[gabessquishytum]

Sleepy boy Hob Gadling. Professional napper Hob Gadling. Sleep health expert Hob Gadling. "I was just resting my eyes" Hob Gadling. Weekend lie-ins Hob Gadling. In bed by 8pm Hob Gadling. Honk honk snoo Hob Gadling.

[sunyalucks]

boys are so much work

I want a MAN.

ANYA ⁷⁷⁷ㅤ 𓃬. she/they. bisexual. INFP-T. pinterest. spotify. august leo, rising sagittarius, taurus moon. latina. costal cowgirl. music enthusiast. professional napper. chappell roans biggest fan. daughter of hypnos. neil perry irl. hufflepuff. punk. hellenism worshiper. cranberry apple raspberry flavored. Sirius Black Supremacy (he is me, I am him.) the female percy jackson of this universe. ethan nakamura’s beloved gf. james potters wife. mel medarda’s controversially younger gf. skater. violin and guitar player. hope to work with arts when i’m older. major cat person. baker.

basic dni ! + over 25 unless i interact first (or if ur mutual)

dms are always open

[zzarrem]

remus professional-napper lupin

[threestripeslider]

TMNT03: Dark Turtles Headcanon Time

no you do not get a choice, now listen to me. a lot of it is probably inspired by @amevello-blue Dark Turtle fics on AO3, especially the names bc i for one would’ve never come up with that lmao so credits to them and also Read their Fics no i am not Asking.

anyway. im mad we didnt get a 2nd season of Fast Forward that potentially included a Dark Turtles Redemption and all i can think about is them getting taken in by Cody when the turtles travel back to their time and if you know me, im all about the Found Family Shenanigans. so after some grumbling and growling and hissing the boys settle in and finally get to be more than just weapons of destruction.

DaVinci [Dark!Leo]

nicknamed Vin or Vinny

"i don’t give a shit.” actually gives a LOT of shits

grows to be overprotective but in a really unconventional and grumpy way, ESPECIALLY about Cody and Simoni – when he doesn’t like where they’re at, he will literally scruff them and lift them up to another place, usually behind him

Bad Communication

So bad, oh my god, sir, please just TALK–

while he generally keeps to himself, most of his arguments are caused by him being very uncommunicative or just having no idea how to express what exactly is bothering him

that puts him often at odds with Bardi who will question him the most. one time they nearly duked it out in the middle of the kitchen bc Bardi was handling a sharp knife with his tail and Vin got lowkey worried that he’ll hurt himself or others if he’s not careful but instead of relaying that, he said something along the lines of “you’re shit at handling a blade” and it went downhill from there

he grows a substantial bonsai collection, but the one he got from Splinter is obviously the most well taken care of (he secretly named them all)

only Cody knows bc he was passing by and heard Vin talking to someone named Eliza and when Cody took a peek it was obvious that Vin meant the bonsai he was grooming at that time

PLEASE do not mess with his plants – not only will he severely maim you, he’ll also be very upsetti >:’(

Simoni once gifted him a turtle-shaped watering can as a joke but Vin uses it religiously

the lense over his left eye is actually removable but will leave him half-blind since his left eye is pretty much an empty socket with a prosthetic replacement in it – once he’s more comfortable, he begins removing the lense when he goes to sleep so he can actually close both of his lids

works out a lot, mostly bc the routine calms him (and he likes being the one who can hold back his brothers with just one hand)

once, Cody took them to the less populated countryside to show them the world beyond the city and went stargazing at night, ever since then Vin would sometimes sneak into the simulation room just to relive that moment over and over again bc it’s been the calmest he’s ever felt

Sanzio [Dark!Raph]

nicknamed Sunny

this guy LOVES to lie in the sun – ever since they existed, they’ve mostly been confined underground so the first time he actually got the opportunity to lie down on the roof of Cody’s home and feel the sun, he’d been hooked

Professional Napper™

yknow how cats loaf a lot? yeah he does that – in general, his and Simoni’s legs are the most flexible

you’d think he’s a heavy sleeper, but he’s scared Cody shitless countless of times when the kid tried to spend time with him as quietly as possible only to pass a glance and see those glum yellow eyes already staring back at him

while he can’t retract into his shell, he’s the only one who can achieve the closest thing to it by tucking himself as tightly as possible beneath his carapace

has the worst time during shedding season since his shell is the widest, so Cody and Starlee usually help him peel off his scutes – while he doesn’t feel it, he does not like the sound of it and wears noise-cancelling headphones

despite his initial aggression, Sunny is actually the calmest of his brothers, mostly bc he doesn’t have a lot to say since everyone else seems to run on higher energy than he does, so he can appear a little slow

if you annoy him, he will literally move away from you wordlessly

like, fuck getting into a verbal altercation, if someone just up and moved away from me mid-conversation and then settle down somewhere way off, that would emotionally damage me more than anything else

a fruit fiend, Serling has begun to buy the triple amount of fruits than he usually gets just bc Sunny keeps eating them – he doesnt even peel them

his favorites are cantaloupes and he eats them like apples

dont tell anyone, but Starlee is secretly his favorite bc she treats him like a huge cat

probably the laziest of all of them, yet physically he remains the strongest

likes watching movies – he doesnt particularly favor any genre, but he does noticeably watch a lot of documentaries. Cody thinks the narration soothes him

Bardi [Dark!Donnie]

nicknamed simply B

ngl he’s a bit of a Bitch

high-strung and high-maintenance, it drives Vin and Simoni up the fucking walls

he’s the moodiest, most standoffish of all his brothers and prone to constant sarcasm – however despite complaining about it, he never stops explaining the things he’s doing when asked

bit of an Instigator, it’s better to keep him busy so he won’t get bored and get ideas on how to entertain himself – naturally, he’s a fan of soap operas, the more dramatic the better

Bardi: this is a fun show Vin: the main character’s mother just died on screen Bardi: exactly, it’s hilarious

he was the hardest nut to crack, but Starlee eventually got to him by purposefully coding a system incorrectly while he was in the lab with her and he got so fed up he took over some of the work – it’s only later that he realized he got tricked into helping

oddly enough, that warmed him up to Starlee

he appears a lot more agreeable within a lab setting, but outside of it he will freely mock Cody for not knowing how to fry an egg (he doesn’t know either, he’s a hypocrite)

clearly uncomfortable with anything that involves emotions bc he sees them as a weakness and liability since Darius used to punish them for being anything but battle-hungry monsters – it takes him quite a while to come to terms that he is allowed to feel and let others feel in turn

he’s still super bad at comforting crying people tho, he’s not good with tears and usually just kind of. taps ppl with his tail like “there, there” while looking incredibly uncomfortable

despite his waspish know-it-all attitude he does warm up to everyone in the house and becomes a little possessive – these people belong in HIS bale and his tail has gained this reflex where it would start to wrap around the person he feels is being threatened to be taken from him

he used to squint a lot, like this angry, suspicious squint until Cody figured out he needed glasses

Cody: dont you get tired from all the squinting? Bardi: thats how i look Cody: do you. i think you need glasses Bardi: i need what now

Bardi is still kind of miffed that this didnt occur to him first

he files his claws regularly to keep them sharp “just in case” but wears special tips so he wont accidentally nick anyone, not since he did so with Simoni who immediately went to snitch to Vin

Simoni [Dark!Mikey]

gets called Moni, Mon or Monmon a lot

silly guy!! little guy!! dont let him bite you

the easiest to get along with – while he is a total wildcard and mischievous, he’s super curious about the world that was withheld from them and just. dives right in

absolutely does not understand video games at first despite having vague memories of them thanks to Mikey’s genes, but one all-nighter spent with Cody trying out the newest game on the market, he’s all for it

loves mangas more thann comic books – Cody just KNOWS Mikey would scream “BLASPHEMY!”

actually really loves reading bc he can learn so much and begins to have this huge assortment of random trivia in his head that he’ll just randomly blab out when it becomes relevant – or even when it’s not

the armor on his right leg isnt actual armor but a legit prosthetic after Cody scanned them for initial health checks

he can actually roll his tongue up into his mouth but bc of its current size, he cant keep it inside – him and Cody are still looking into corrective surgeries since there is the danger of his tongue being in the way of his breathing

while he likes a good brawl with his brothers, he hightails it out when Vin and Bardi start fighting since that energy always feels like wanting to cause genuine hurt. so he usually hides away for a few hours until he thinks the coast is clear or Cody/Starlee/Sanzio manage to coax him out

the Champion of Hide n’ Seek – he hides in the most unlikely places and nobody has any idea how he even manages to fit into some of these spots

he’s the most flexible, making him very nimble and acrobatic – he absolutely loves to climb stuff and especially likes to hang from the ceiling to scare the others

do Not touch his food. it’s not even a fun thing – he’s very protective of his food since Darius saw him as the runt of the litter for being smaller and naive and thus used to feed him the least, if at all

he will freely share his food however, but it has to come from his own will

Starlee once brought a pack of little fruit jelly cups and he’s been obsessed with them ever since

while he’s way more expressive than his brothers, he still gets incredibly nervous when involved in an emotional conversation – it takes him a while to realize nobody will punish him for feeling down and expressing it

the kind of guy who will randomly throw out theoretical or philosophical questions that make you have an existential crisis for a good few hours

Simoni: is fish wet when underwater Bardi: what the fuck, obviously, you moron Simoni: yeah but it lives there, water isnt wet to them Bardi: that’s– what? Sanzio: ...im going to bed.

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tag love @wikiangela 🩵

—more from duck buck ✨christmas edition✨ this wips getting out of hand and i’m loving is so much 😅

“So, what brings you by today Mr. Buckley?”

It felt all too formal, Buck wrinkling his nose for it. Eddie was trying to remain professional, ok?

It’d been about a week since the incident, Eddie finding himself looking Buck over, the stitches covered with some gauze, Eddie finding that a little odd. They should’ve healed by now.

“So did you find—”

“Are you taking care of your wound?” Eddie asked, cutting Buck off with a look toward his forehead.

Buck tilted his head sideways as he thought it over, finally arriving on the same page as Eddie. He placed a hand up to it, running his fingers over the dressing. “Oh yea, it’s fine. I accidentally re-opened them, but doc said it’s all good.”

“You re-op—”

Buck waved him off. “It’s fine. Happens all the time.”

That admission did not comfort Eddie in the slightest.

“Anyway,” Buck continued, bypassing all of Eddie’s worries. “So, did you catch the duck-nappers?”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh, taking another sip of his coffee. It was definitely way too early for Evan Buckley and his duck issues.

“No Buck, we have not.”

Buck frowned. “Any leads?”

Eddie didn’t’ want to be a dick, especially for the sincere look on Buck’s face, but there was quite literally no news. Nothing worth mentioning anyway.

Even so, Eddie decided to appease him, clicking through some things on his computer and shuffling through a few files on his desk. Buck awaited his answer eagerly, leg shaking a mile a minute as Eddie went.

Eddie cleared his throat as he scrolled, wishing he had more to tell Buck.

“Well unfortunately we haven’t been able to find the…duck-nappers yet. We sent off the DNA under your fingernails for testing, but nothing’s come from it yet.”

Buck pushed his lower lip out, Eddie finding it oddly adorable.

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Dnd Art: Sleep Pile 💤

A sketch of the party at current all coming together for a nap cause life is tiring and sleepy cuddle times can help one cope with that struggle (I would know I'm a ✨️professional ✨️ napper 😌👌)

(New Characters:-

Harengon - Luuki 🐇

Aasimar - Lia 👼)

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Available as a print and sticker set this month only (November 2023) on my Patreon for Professional Napper patrons and above :)<3

As a warning, this month’s lore deals pretty heavily with death and trauma, and has mentions of war (in the past).

Shadowlings and No Magic Zones lore:

If you find yourself in a place where traces of humans are slowly being reclaimed by nature, marked by a glaringly red and yellow coloured sign that says “NO MAGIC” on it, odds are you’re standing at the site of an old battleground from the Long War.

No matter where you go, if there are humans around, you can likely find a no magic zone there too. And the reason magic is disallowed in such places is because they are the dwellings of the Shadowlings, who are said to be soldiers that fell to a curse in the war, and hence harbour very negative emotions towards those who use it. Fear, anger, grief… And all explosive feelings at that. They aren’t exactly capable of rational thinking anymore, so it’s best not to upset them, especially since they tragically harbour a lot of the Wild Magic they resent so much, and can be incredibly dangerous while emotional.

Because of their experiences that live on inside them, it doesn't matter that magic has now become a good and necessary force in human society, or that magic folks and humans have both done equal amounts of good and bad.

Using magic in their presence truly can only be done at the risk of your life for most people, and the exceptions to that rule can be counted on the fingers of just one hand.

However if you do not provoke them, they are completely harmless and very gentle - loving even.

Being a Shadowling is leading an existence that hovers between life and death, unable to participate in life, but also unable to move on from it. And yet a Shadowling is not quite a ghost either.

As newly turned, most Shadowlings retain an almost human shape, but they slowly begin lose their shape and memories with the passage of time, except for a few exceptions who hold onto them as much as possible for the sake of their loved ones.

Still, they know instinctively that they were once humans and therefore tend to seek them and their warmth out as much as possible. In the absence of humans though, they feel the safest around human-made objects that have been left behind in the zone, and with each other. Shadowling are rarely alone, instead they tend to huddle together in big groups where they do their best to comfort each other and help each other hold onto their memories, and dream of the day they’ll be able to return to humanity.

For quite some time after the end of the war, those who lived on would take care of the Shadowlings and the areas in which magic was forbidden. After all, no matter how unrecognisable they had become, they were still people’s beloved family members, lovers, and friends. And if you look into their eyes, regardless of how much they have lost, you can still see and know who they were in life.

But time is ruthless to us all, and the last living generation who survived the horrors of the war has grown old and started to disappear. For some time, their descendants would take care of the no magic zones instead, but the vast majority of these places would slowly become completely abandoned with the introduction of magic in human society.

And so, the Shadowlings kept getting more and more shapeless and wispy, clinging to the traces of humanity they can find in items that were left behind and the occasional visitor.

Few people visit these days. And even fewer still are visitors who still do not have traces of magic on them or aren’t afraid of the Shadowlings.

But maybe one day, as long as there is hope, maybe one day their curse can be lifted.

And until then, the Shadowlings will find ways to keep existing and experience joy and love even with all that they have lost.