#that was the most vivid dream i had from a nap in a while

[celestial-toys]

A Vivid Imagination

In today's story- you take a nap on the couch, and your favorite pair of pants give Sun an identity crisis. In other, somehow related news, he and Moon get caught up in thoughts of what they'd like to do to you.

Pairing: Sun and Moon + Reader Word Count: 2,673 minors DNI - 18+ content below the cut

Contains: [sex] [threesome] [fingering] [afab!Reader] [sub!bottom!Reader] [implied null!Sun & Moon] [soft dom!top!Sun & Moon] [chubby / plus-size Reader] [Eclipse makes an appearance but not in the traditional sense] [Porn With Plot]

Sun and Moon might be a little bit obsessed with getting you off.

Maybe a little bit.. addicted to how easy it is to make you cum, even with with nothing but their hands to work with. They can’t get enough of it.. it just does something to them. They’ll take any appropriate opportunity they can get to rile you up and bury their hands between your plush thighs, fingers sinking into your wet heat and homing in on the spots that make you whine for them.

You certainly don’t mind it in the slightest, and you’ve made that quite clear to them on multiple occasions. You’ve given them permission to play with you as much as they’d like, as long as they always remember to ask nicely first.

So, as Sun slinks his way through the house one evening, he finds you on the couch, apparently having fallen asleep. You’re sprawled cross it with your legs spread apart, eyes closed and head resting on one arm, finally relaxing after another long day in your office spent staring at that goddamned computer screen, and Sun’s mind is already wandering to ways he could help you relax even more.

You're wearing a soft, oversized black cowl neck sweater and a pair of those gaudy split-print clown pants that were supposed to look like a mix of the designs that their fictitious counterparts wore in-game. He feels a strange mix of emotions at the sight of you wearing “his” pants. He can’t tell if it’s possessiveness or jealousy but it’s mixing in with his sexual desire and his fans have to kick up a notch to keep his temperature stable. He wants to take them off of you for two very different reasons.

On one hand, they’re simply a barrier between him and what he desires. One that he’d like your permission to remove. While it was enjoyable sometimes to keep you clothed and have you grind yourself against him, begging, panting, and whining until you soaked them so thoroughly you’d have to take them off anyways.. it wasn’t quite as fun as having direct access to the most sensitive parts of you from the very start.

On the other hand, though.. the clown clothes also serve as a reminder of a number of other, much less exciting things. Sun remembers how he used to take the opportunity to mock them nearly every time you wore them, never really getting much more of a response from you than an eye roll in return, until one day when you’d apparently had enough and decided to tell him why you wore them so much.

-

“Sun, I’ve had these pants since long before I created you. When the two of you were nothing more than pixels on a screen and an insane pipe-dream in my mind, I would collect things that resembled the two of you. Because.. I mean.. who doesn’t collect merch of their favorite characters, right?”

He remembers the way you began to look embarrassed at the confession, but kept explaining nonetheless.

“I had no way of knowing at the time that one day you’d actually be standing here in my living room mocking me for them, but..”

You paused there, giving him a pointed look before continuing.

“..even if I had known that.. I probably would have still bought them anyways.”

At that, you looked down, running your hands down over the tops of your thighs, over the red and yellow stripes and the blue and yellow stars. Sun never forgot the look of fondness that graced your features as you did so. It made him feel something that he couldn’t name at the time.

Before he could come up with one of his signature snarky responses, you spoke again.

“It’s kind of funny, honestly. They also serve as a nice reminder of how far we’ve come. I wore them quite often during all those late nights I’d spend at work, fussing over the two of you, you know.”

Sun’s faceplate shifted a few clicks to the left, curious if you were about to drag him down a trip on Unpleasant Memory Lane. The expression on his screen changed, his default features fading to black and leaving nothing but his signature yellow smoke billowing across the screen. You knew him well enough at that point to know that that meant he wasn’t a fan of where the conversation was going. Sighing, you stopped yourself before you could get too far into all of that.

“Regardless of any of that.. these pants were here first, they’re comfortable as hell, and I happen to love the way your original designs looked. You’re gonna have to come up with a better reason than them being an eye sore for me to stop wearing them.”

You got up from where you’d been seated, walking over to him just to make a big, playful show out of poking him in the chest as you spoke.

“You know, lots of people would be flattered to see their partner wearing their clothes.”

Sun brought his eyes back from the void of his screen just to roll them at you, and his rays took one lazy spin around his faceplate before he responded.

“Those aren’t my clothes though. You know I wouldn’t be caught dead in those things.”

You smiled up at him as you took a step back, and you took in the sight of all seven skinny feet of him before saying,

“Well, I can’t very well fit into your actual pants, now can I?”

You gestured to his impossibly tall, slender frame, and then to your much shorter and wider form before giving a dismissive laugh and returning to your prior spot on the couch. After a moment of standing there taking in your words, Sun finally decided to drop the subject.

-

Ever since then, somewhere, in the back of his mind, he’s wondered if.. underneath your jokes about your size differences.. if it actually bothered you that you couldn’t fit into most of their clothes.

He truly hopes that it doesn’t.

In spite of his relentless mocking of the iconic clown pants, nowadays part of him is actually glad that you have something to wear that feels like it’s theirs. He wants you to have something that reminds you of them.. both the (ridiculous) idea of them from the past, and the real-life version, standing here, zoned out in your living room today.

Before he can get any further carried away in his thoughts and memories, a notification flashes across his HUD.

[ 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. ]

[ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. ]

[ 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜? ]

Sun pulls his attention back into reality and his monitor silently rotates on it's axis, scanning the room. His optics quickly land on Moon, who is currently leaning against the doorframe leading in from the kitchen, arms crossed and looking at him expectantly.

Sun rolls his eyes in exaggerated annoyance and mirrors Moon’s stand-offish position, leaning back against the opposite wall.

[ 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕. ]

Moon smiles.

[ 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆? ]

[ 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙. 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕠𝕡-𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖. ]

It’s now Moon’s turn to roll his eyes.

[ 𝒐𝒉, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒖𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 6 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 39 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕. ]

[ 𝕚’𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. ]

[ 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 ******* 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑.  ]

[ 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥? ]

[ 𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕. ]

Sun lets out a loud, annoyed sigh, the first actual sound to break the silence in the room, and both bots look to your dozing form on the couch to see if it might have woken you. You don’t stir, and the tension slowly drops from Sun’s shoulders.

[ 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟? ]

Moon holds his hands up in mock surrender.

[ 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.. 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕.. 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? ]

Sun doesn’t feel like explaining how your stupid clown pants nearly sent him into a spiral revisiting the complex history of his identity issues today, nor does he have the desire to drag Moon into it, so he tells a half-lie.

[ .. 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 *******’𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗. ]

Moon’s expression shifts from one of concern into a look of confusion as he tries to make sense of why Sun had been standing there, looking so conflicted, if that’s really all that he’s been thinking about.

[ 𝒐𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍? ]

A few tense seconds pass before Sun responds.

[ 𝕞𝕙𝕞. ]

Moon doesn’t buy it for one second.

Still, he lets the lie slide for two reasons. For one, there’s no getting the truth out of Sun unless he actually wants to share it. The second reason, though.. is a bit more of a selfish one.

Sun isn’t the only one that wants to take your clothes off, and if he is willing to elaborate on his supposed thoughts.. then Moon isn’t going to turn down the potential opportunity to join in.

If Sun’s gonna lie to him, he’s gonna have to commit to his story, too.

[ 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏.. 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆? ]

Sun looks almost taken aback for a moment, surprised that Moon let his half-lie slip by so easily, until he suddenly smirks at the realization of what Moon is hinting at.

Well, if Moon is willing to let it go and move on to some far more pleasant thoughts.. who is Sun to deny him?

He thinks it over for a moment, taking in your soft sleeping form, and when he looks over to Moon for confirmation of his request, he finds his lunar counterpart’s gaze already cast over you with that familiar, cautious desire in his eyes.

Sun fiddles with a few internal settings before initiating the process.

A few moments later, an identical alert pops up on both of their HUDs at the same time.

[ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙲𝙾𝙻. ]

[ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍. ]

[ 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍? ]

[ 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙴𝙳. ]

[ 𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔻ℝ𝕆ℙ 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙴𝙳. ]

[ 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜’ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍. ]

[ 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.. ]

-

There’s no stopping the next flood of thoughts they get. Their motions now in sync, every sensation, thought, and emotion felt simultaneously between them, their gaze homes in on you. Still sleeping, unaware of the growing desire you spark in your partners when you shift a little and your legs fall even further open. Unaware of the show they’re preparing to put on in their combined headspace.

Thoughts of how you're already on display for them, if you'd just let them pull those damn pants down..

They know you're not wearing underwear. You rarely do.. not in the evenings like this. It gives them easier access. Just one less thing to get in the way with how most nights they approach you begging to touch you, pleading to help you feel good. They just want you to feel so goddamn good for them. They can't help it.

They can already imagine just how wet your cunt’s gonna get for them.. and those fucking sounds, god, the sounds you’ll make when they finally touch you. The way your breath will hitch when they trace a finger gently up between your folds, your slick immediately coating their digits, helping the smooth silicone glide effortlessly up, further and further, agonizingly slow. They won’t give you what you want right away. Where’s the fun in that? Besides, it always feels better when there’s some anticipation involved.

They’ll trace slow, teasing circles around the base of your hard little clit until you can’t take it anymore. When your voice takes on that desperate, pleading edge and one set of their hands has to hold your hips still to prevent you from moving around under their slow, calculated pleasure, they finally show you some mercy. One wet thumb reaches up and runs up along the underside of your clit, so slow, so gentle, over and over again.

Never going any faster, never changing pace, just a rhythmic stroke across your most sensitive bundle of nerves, soft yet relentless until you start whimpering again. They'll pull away for a moment to soothe you like always, reassuring you.

One of them will climb up onto the couch with you, pulling you into their embrace as they cup your cheek, directing you to look at them.

"It's okay, Sunlight.. we know.. it's intense, isn't it?“

You’ll nod your head vehemently, over and over, desperation and want clearly written across your features as you make some sweet, shy noise of agreement.

“Mhm.. but you know we've got you, right?"

Instead of returning their attention to your clit, as they await your response, two long fingers will slip inside of you, meeting little resistance as your hips buck and your walls tighten around them in an effort to bring them further inside.

Your eyes meet theirs and once again you nod your head in acknowledgment, a quiet little whine of “please, please take care of me..” falling from your lips.

You know they’ve got you.

They’ll smile. An identical, love-drunk, hungry grin will spread across the screens of both of their faceplates. They’re so close, bodies caging you in against the too-small couch such that you can feel the hot air escaping from their vents against your skin. They’ll speak again, one of their hands finally returning to give you the attention you desperately need.

“That's right, Starlight.. just let it feel good. We know you can take this for us. Let us see how wet you can get, yeah? How much of a mess you can make.."

They know you’re sensitive. They'll be sure to take good care of you.

-

A pop-up flashes in the center of their vision.

[ 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙿 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖. ]

[ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. ]

[ 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙴𝙳 ]

Both bots release reluctant groans into the quiet room, the only other sound being that of their fans working overtime trying to keep their temperatures down.

Then, they notice how you begin to stir from your little nest on the couch.

[ 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙰𝙶𝙴. ]

[ 𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔻ℝ𝕆ℙ 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙰𝙶𝙴. ]

[ 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜’ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍. ]

[ 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.. ]

As soon as they finish the short separation process, they’re making their way over to you and dropping down on their knees in front of the couch, asking for your permission in record time.

You blink open your tired eyes and can't help but smile a bit when you see the both of them with their long fingers anxiously hovering over the waistband of your pants. They lock eyes with you and with a quick “Can we? Please?” they don’t even need to specify what they want. You know, and you’re happy to oblige them.

You hate to say no to those puppy dog eyes, anyways. Especially when they’re looking up at you like this, deep beautiful shades of burgundy, desperate and pleading.

You want to give them what they want, after all.

It just so happens that most often, what they want is to see how fast they can have your legs trembling, hands searching for purchase on any part of them you can reach, whining and repeating their names over and over like they’re God and you’re praying.

A/N: FYI, this story takes place in my ‘[Not] Made by Design’ AU, if you’re curious as to why the hell they’re behaving so differently from canon. It’s intentional! Also, I made a slight change to the wording of the sexual part of this, compared to the version of it I posted on AO3. It's inconsequential, really, but I figured I'd mention it. If you'd like to see the original and/or read more on where the original inspiration came from, you can find it here.

#sundrop #moondrop #five nights at freddy's #sundrop smut #moondrop smut #fnaf smut #fnaf nsft #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #daycare attendant #the daycare attendant #nsft writing #fnaf sun and moon #security breach smut #sun x reader #moon x reader #Seven.txt - Under The Stars #[Not] Made by Design #cw smut #dear all 37 of my beloved followers.. today i offer you smut even though i said i was gonna focus on hurt/comfort #tomorrow?? who knows.. #but seriously tho i am working on sfw stuff i just wanted to get this up first cause i've already posted it on AO3 a little while back #the kudos to hits ratio on it was the worst of all my posted fics thus far so. perhaps this isn't that good. but that's okay #probably just cause this is so far removed from canon #alas #i'm gonna write my silly little meta story even if i'm it's only fan

[ladylooch]

Your requests may be closed, and I most definitely respect that, but this is me begging for just a crumb of protective Nico because I need it more than I need oxygen. 🥺

A/N: I almost died eating a cheesy roll up from Taco Bell while writing this… And I came back from near death because I had to finish this for you 😘 No I am not dramatic at all, why do you ask?

You had gone to bed before Nico. He was out in the living room, watching a late west coast game between the Rangers and Kings. He had slept in late and took two naps, so sleep wasn’t coming for him anytime soon. Fine with you. You didn’t mind an empty bed when you knew he was in the other room. 

You fall asleep quickly, taking a bit of cold medicine to help you sleep after having a sinus infection earlier in the week. The medicine helps you slumber deep, but it also brings a very vivid dream that takes place in your bedroom, seemingly tonight. A man is in the corner. He’s lurking, waiting for you to shut the door so he can grab you. You try to yell to Nico, but the hand over your mouth muffles any attempt. 

“Make a sound and your boyfriend dies.” The man says as he throws you down on the bed and pulls out a knife. 

You jolt awake, sitting up and sucking in a gasping breath. You clutch your chest, trying to get your bearings straight. Everything still feels so real. You look around the room, cringing at all the shadows that cast out in oblong shapes to you. You close your eyes, trying to talk yourself down from your panic. When you open them, you swear there is movement to your left. You look fast, seeing the curtains blowing in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Everything in your body is screaming fight or flight.

The weak light from the TV barely reaches the end of the hall as you open the door. You tip toe down, wondering if maybe Nico had fallen asleep on the couch. When you round the corner, his brown eyes immediately find you. He lays on his back, feet crossed at the ankles, with his hands behind his head. You cling to the wall nervously.

“I’m scared.” You admit to him. He perks up to a sitting position, opening his arms to you.

“What’s up, sweets?”

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter into his neck, attaching to him like a baby sloth.

“Oh no.” He rubs his hands up and down your back to comfort you. “Wanna talk about it?”

“There was a guy here.” Your voice shakes. Nico pulls you tighter at the observance. 

“No one is here. Just me and you, baby.” He soothes immediately. 

“He was in the bedroom and he grabbed me. He said he was going to kill you if I made any noise.” You squeeze your eyes shut, fingerprints pressing deeper into his body. Nico sighs, bringing his face close to your hair to press kisses along your head.

“You’re okay.” He reminds you. “You’re safe here in my arms. Nothing is going to get to you through me.” His words are perfect. Nico always knows what to say. You pause right where you are for a moment, not speaking, only feeling the solidness of him beneath and around you. Nico notices your grip on him slacken a bit and pulls away so he can see your face. “Better?”

“Yeah.” You nod, taking a measured breath. “How much longer are you going to be up?”

“I can come to bed now if you want.”

“Yes, please.” He nods, clicking the TV off and helping you to your feet. You let him walk first into the bedroom. He immediately flips the light on and does his due diligence to look around the room, even behind the curtains that scared you when you first woke up. “Just me and you.” He reiterates. “Get under the covers.” He waits for you to do so, then turns the light off.

He climbs into bed and pulls you into his body so you are spooning. You fit together like interconnecting parts. With Nico’s protection, you fall back to sleep relatively easy. This time, you dream of you and him on a sandy, white beach, sipping margaritas and getting interesting tan lines.

#nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request #New Jersey devils

[thenerdykneazle]

Dear Diary

Summary: You stumble across Garreth's rather scandalizing diary while waiting for him to meet up with you.

Garreth Weasley x Gryffindor F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters

Word count: 2263

You sat on the edge of the fourposter bed. The maroon curtains were tied back, leaving it open. You looked around the room. It resembled your own, having the same beds with the exception that these were numbered. Garreth also had one more roommate than you did, though the room was smaller than yours. The five beds were packed into the small room at the top of Gryffindor tower. It also lacked the sitting area yours had, though a similar enchanted mirror stood near the door. The room was cleaner than you had ever seen it, too, as most of its residents were away for the holidays. The sole exception was Garreth. He had retuned just after Christmas to spend time with his aunt. As such, his desk was as strewn with papers as ever. It was filled with books, a few for his actual classes but most were various extracurricular tomes on potions and herbology. A portrait of the last Gryffindor captain to win the quidditch cup was hung above it.

Currently, you were waiting for Garreth to return from getting lunch with his aunt. You flopped back, lying sideways across the bed as you stared at the ceiling in boredom. You yawned as you stretched your limbs as far as you could reach them. Perhaps you would sneak in a nap while you waited. The break had been wonderfully peaceful – a stark contrast to your usually hectic schedule. Not a single soul had come to you in crisis, which meant you had been using a lot of time to catch up on much-needed sleep.

However, you decided against the nap since Garreth was set to return shortly. You got up and sat at his desk, looking through the pages of notes on his newest experiment. While you refused to be his guineapig, the concoctions did intrigue you. You drummed your fingers on the desk absentmindedly, tapping to the tune of one of the numerous Chudley Cannons cheers Garreth had taught you over the summer. Suddenly, a drawer you had never noticed in the desk slid open.

“And who are you?” you said as you plucked the lone book out of the drawer before sliding it shut.

You flicked it open, and your eyes scanned the black scrawl on the pages. A diary! You glanced at the door before returning your gaze to the book. Your heart rate accelerated with excitement. You knew you should put it back. Clearly these were private thoughts, hidden away behind a charm. Although, it wasn’t your fault the book practically thrust itself into your lap. You were flipping through the pages as you dialogued with yourself on the morality of perusing something so personal to your friend.

You held the book in both hands as you read the most recent entry. It was a sweet musing about Garreth’s excitement for break. He talked about missing his family and looking forward to quality time with his aunt. He also wrote a bit about the potion he hoped to perfect over break, a fizzing beverage that makes the drinker burp bubbles. You smiled as you read the words. You worked your way backwards, reading through complaints about classes and teachers, especially Professor Sharp. Though, despite his frustrations with him, he clearly had admiration for the man, as well.

An entry from two weeks prior gave you pause.

I had the best dream last night. It was about her, of course. In it, we spent the day in Hogsmeade, browsing Honeydukes and Zonko’s, before spending the night drinking at the Three Broomsticks. We stayed in the private room above the tavern, and she was all over me, kissing my neck and grabbing my hair. I got her knickers off, and she was so wet for me. I swear I could feel her slick now. It was so vivid.

Before I knew it, we were naked on the bed. She was under me as I slid into her. She moaned my name as I thrust sharply into her over and over. She mewled and pleaded for more, and I gave it to her. Merlin, I loved the way her voice cracked as she came, calling my name again. I was surprised I hadn’t actually spilled my seed when I woke up. What I wouldn’t give to hear her moaning my name in the waking world. I do so love the sound of it on her lips in her innocent greetings. Oh, how deliciously it would echo in my ears as she fell apart. Gods, I hope the memories of this dream never fade.

Wide-eyed, you looked around the room again, ensuring you were still alone. The sordid words shocked you. You would never have expected such vulgarity from the genial boy. Well, he wasn’t a boy anymore, you supposed. Well into your seventh year, you had both matured over the last two years. For Garreth, that meant filling out considerably. His broad shoulders and muscular arms served him well on the quidditch pitch. His strong forearms exposed from perpetually rolled-up sleeves were rather distracting in class. So was the way he loosened his tie in potions as the steaming cauldrons heated the room.

It was a small mercy that the woman in his dream went unnamed. It would be too much to know who had stolen the affections of the boy you cared for so ardently. Though, that didn’t stop you from rifling through the diary to try to find it out, against your better judgment. You found several other recountings of his wet dreams. He wrote of dreaming about her riding him and “watching her impale herself on [his] prick.” He wrote of another dream where he bent her over one of the potions stations and pounded into her from behind. An entry on a dream about eating her out in the astronomy tower after meeting her to fill out star charts brought a particularly strong blush to your cheeks. Yet not once did he mention her name.

You had made it all the way back to entries from the beginning of sixth year. It was there that you found the entry that sealed your fate.

She was driving me mad today. I swear she does it on purpose, leaning over tables so that her arse sticks out, begging to be grasped, and biting her lip to draw my eye to it. Even the lightest touch on my arm or brush of her fingers on my hand sets my skin ablaze. Gods, I’m desperate to tell her how I feel. I need to know if she feels the same. Yet, I cannot. We’ve become such good friends, and I couldn’t bear to make her uncomfortable if she doesn’t feel the same. Besides, she and Aunt Matilda are so close. I know my aunt loves me, but she is certain I would lead her into trouble. Aunt Matilda told me as much herself when she first arrived last year. Can’t imagine why she thinks so, though. I’m sure my aunt already warned her against me, and, even if she would give me a chance despite it, Aunt Matilda would never approve.

You almost missed it. The key phrase that made everything click into place: when she first arrived last year. He was talking about you. Fantasizing about you. Your skin tingled as a thrill ran up your spine. You were desperate to read more, but the sound of someone ascending the steps had you snapping the book shut. You tried to pull the drawer open, but it didn’t budge. You shoved the diary between random tomes on one of the desk’s shelves just before the door swung open. You were trembling with adrenaline.

“Good afternoon! Sorry I’m late. Aunt Matilda was extra chatty today,” he said brightly.

“Hi! No need to apologize, Garreth,” you replied as naturally as you could while feeling breathless and like your heart was about to beat out of your throat.

You saw his smile brighten a bit at the use of his name, and you couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips. “Ready to ring in the new year?” he asked.

It was December 31st, and you two had plans to attend a party in Hogsmeade.

“Actually, Garreth, I was thinking we could hang out here for a while,” you said. You were eager to experiment with the knowledge you had gained. “I don’t want to start partying too early.”

Garreth sat on the side of his bed, facing you. His knee was mere inches from yours. “Okay. What would you like to do? We could bundle up and play summoner’s court, or we could nick some hot cocoa from the kitchens and hang out in the common room by the fire.”

As you looked in his emerald eyes, it was like you had never really seen them. You had always averted your gaze so quickly, afraid he’d see into your soul and reveal the feelings you worked so hard to keep hidden. Now as you gazed into them, you could see the adoration with which he looked at you. “I figured we could just stay up here for a while, Garreth,” you said. You wanted privacy.

He tilted his head as he smiled at you. “Why do you keep saying my name?” he asked, bemused.

You shrugged. “It’s a nice name. Very strong. Masculine,” you said. “Don’t you think, Garreth?”

A blush crept onto his freckled cheeks. “I guess so,” he said sheepishly.

You chucked. “I can stop if you’d rather, though,” you said seriously.

“No,” he blurted out far too quickly. “I mean…you don’t have to.”

The corners of your mouth ticked up again. “Good,” you said. “Because I like saying your name, Garreth.” You let your knee bump against his.

Garreth’s heart was racing. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew that he liked it, whatever it was.

You let your fingers rest on his forearm. “Do you like it?” you asked.

His gaze shifted from your hand to your eyes. He looked at you with a furrowed brow. “What?”

You gave him your most innocent expression. “Do you like it? When I say your name?”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted. Was he dreaming? He felt like he was awake, but surely you would only say such things in his dreams. He just nodded, unable to find any words.

Your smirk grew. You were loving the effect you were having on the ginger lad. “What about watching me impale myself on your prick? Would you like that?”

Garreth may well have been part mooncalf with how wide his eyes were now. He had reread his own words enough times to recognize them immediately. His eyes flicked to his desk, searching for the familiar cover. He spotted it quickly on the shelf – very much not where he had left it. “I can explain,” he said in a panicked tone.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, the corners turned down. “Seemed pretty self-explanatory to me,” you mused.

“Where was–I mean, how did you–?” he stammered to his shoes.

“I was just tapping on your desk as I read through some notes, and the drawer popped open,” you said.

He shook his head in disbelief at his bad luck. “I’m so sorry you had to read that,” he said, his gaze still downcast.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your frantic friend. “Garreth, look at me,” you said.

He winced as his eyes flitted up to your face. He was surprised by what he saw. He expected you to be scowling, maybe borderline murderous. Instead, he found an amused, slightly arrogant smile. Your eyes scanned his face, lingering on his lips. You trapped your own lip between your teeth as you stared at him with unmistakable lust.

Your eyes met his as you spoke. “I’m not sorry at all that I read it. In fact, I was hoping to read more before I heard you coming.”

He could feel the desire burning in his stomach immediately. He repeated your words in his mind several times, checking if there was any possibility that he could be misinterpreting them. Once he was certain he understood you correctly, he was leaning over you, his hands resting on the edges of your chair. His face hovered a few treacherous inches from yours as he looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t I show you instead, love?” he asked.

You grabbed his tie and pulled him down so his lips met yours. You tangled a hand in his ginger curls, and his hands slid up your thighs as he kissed you back fiercely. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, entreating you for entry. Your lips parted, and his tongue slid along your own, exploring your mouth. Garreth pulled back beaming at you. You were both panting for air.

“So, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’?” he teased.

You bit your lip again as you nodded. “I’m quite curious about your dream in the astronomy tower,” you said as you gazed into his verdant eyes.

He gave you a devilish smile before hoisting you straight up from the chair. You let out a surprised squeal before giggling. He was careful not to hit your head as he laid you on his bed. His tongue darted out across his lips as he looked down at you like a starved chimera at a rabbit. His eyes glinted with desire. “I’ve been rather curious about it myself.”

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x f!mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #garreth weasley fanfic #garreth weasley fanfiction

[beelsbignaturals]

🐄 DEMON FORMS: BELPHEGOR 💤

AN: thanks void for helping w the tags ♡♡♡ also jsyk my requests are open and I am gonna be working on them slowly but surely. I have a con in like... a little over a week? So I'm a lil busy rn but thank u for the love on my creepy demon posts. As always you can check the obey me world building tag on my blog to see the other parts of this series :3

inspiration for this part: honestly, nothing specific unless you count like,,, The Hat Man

TWs: body horror, possession, sleep paralysis, mentions of insanity, mentions of psychosis, lesson 16 mention, demons being demons

● Okay, Level 1.5 belphie is more common than a regular human looking belphie because he can't be bothered most of the time. Also, he doesn't like humans that aren't you, so why would he want to be palatable for them? He has permanent eyebags. He goes back and forth between blinking way too fast or not at all. Which …Is unsettling. He can stare for hours and fall asleep like that. He has cow ears, and his tail is out because he plays with the fluffy part as a stress response. It makes him feel safe (probably bc beel will brush his tail for him when it gets all tangled, and he secretly LOVES it. Puts him to sleep in seconds.) Speaking of sleep, if you look directly at Belphie, he is very…. Fuzzy looking. Like you just woke up and everything's blurry, but it's only him that looks like this. 

Today is the day you learn demons can purr. You knock on the door of the twins' room, entering when you hear a quiet "come in." Perhaps you expected to see Belphie napping on Beel's back while the larger twin does push-ups. You certainly didn't think you'd see the pair sitting on the floor, Belphegor's tail being meticulously detangled by his brother. Belphie looks a bit like a house cat, curled up on the floor, eyes closed and purring as his tail occasionally swishes about. You silently take a video and leave before Belphie wakes up and forces you to delete it.

● Level 2. His tail grows large thorns, perfect for thwacking anyone who annoys him. He constantly smells like lavender and something else that no one can for sure define, but if you stand too close, you will get drowsy. Everything about him seems a bit… uncanny valley. He doesn't look terrifying so much as he looks…. Just,,,, Incorrect. His breathing sounds like a white noise machine.  This is the form he takes during lesson 16. He chooses it specifically so he doesn't make you run immediately. 

Despite the trauma that you experienced, you have learned to find comfort in Belphegor's demon form. Sometimes, you doze off to the sound of his breathing while your hands play with the soft fur of his ears. On more than one occasion, you have compared Belphie to one of the children from Polar Express, which got you smacked in the face by his tail. But even when you get on his last nerve, he is careful not to cut you with the sharp barbs on his tail. A silent apology for killing you once upon a time.

● Level 3. Goodbye sleepy, cozy weirdness, and hello sleep paralysis demon. The thorns on his tail get larger and spread to cover his arms. His eyelids just. Fuck off. He doesn't have them anymore. Jeff the Killer looking bitch. The longer you look at him the more…absolutely fucking AWFUL he looks. Five minutes? He has double the normal amount of teeth. Ten? His horns are casting shadows that look like every nightmare you've ever had. Twenty and all of a sudden you are literally frozen in place. If he's feeling kind, he will use magic to knock you unconscious. If not, you are going to be stuck like this until well after he leaves. If he leaves. Also, he eats dreams.

You will occasionally wake up in the dead of night to the sound of raspy breathing. When you look up, you find a pair of eyes staring intently at you. In the first few seconds after waking, your dreams are so incredibly vivid that it shocks you when they dissappear from your memory, as if it never happened. You yawn, throwing a pillow at the demon's face. Which causes Belphie to laugh, not losing balance from his perch at the end of your bed for even a second.

● Level 4. He is more mist than corporeal. He can be more on the solid side. He just prefers not to. If he is in this form, hold your breath and run. Breathing in any of the mist has…. Very bad side effects. You might find yourself unable to sleep ever again, no matter how tired, until eventually you go insane. Or perhaps living your worst nightmares is more your speed? Either way, it's absolutely horrifying, and he doesn't even have to do any work to destroy you. He just makes you do that yourself. If he likes you, he can make the effects a lot less awful. Breathing in the mist is literally breathing Belphegor, so he can also read your mind (all the better to find your deepest fears). You can hear a whispery voice in the back of your head… that's him. He likes to hang out and chat with Beel like this. Or plot anti-Lucifer activities with Satan since only the person he is possessing can hear him. He can suggest you do all sorts of things, and if you aren't paying attention, you might think it's your body working on its own. If he talks normally while just being a cloud of mist, his voice is surprisingly loud, encompassing the whole room.

A tiny voice, one you know all too well, speaks in the back of your mind. The first time this happened, you thought it was your conscious or something. Perhaps a psychotic break. But no, it is just the youngest of the seven demons you live with. Belphie enjoys backseat driving while you go about your day. He laughs when you trip (honestly, it might be him that caused it...), makes jokes at the most inappropriate times, causing you to choke on your own spit, trying to suppress laughter. And when someone is being particularly rude, he gets rather descriptive in his insults. But hey, he means well. You think.

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me worldbuilding #obey me mc #shrimp writes #obey me belphie #obey me belphagor x reader

[azudarlings]

long awaited SILVER HAS NARCOPLEPSY slideshow

(this is from his "How I Wish There Was A Cure" vignette thing / SR lab coat vignette)

In the previous screenshots, Silver just seems to be perceived as other people as very sleepy–Crewel reprimands him for falling asleep during a test, which he’s done multiple times in “How I Wish There Was A Cure” Vignette. He denies that boredom or anything is the cause, and based off the title of this Vignette alone it seems possible that Silver isn’t nodding off because he’s tired–it’s because he can’t control it. These COULD be labeled as “uncontrollable sleep attacks” WHICH are like basically narcolepsy. Narcolepsy is often hard to diagnose because people just mistake it as sleep problems and not the disorder itself, but I can see Silver trying a bunch of different sleep things e.g. sleeping early/later to see if it would help, but it doesn’t and he keeps falling asleep. I feel like he’s definitely broken a couple fingers because of it.

If Silver has narcolepsy, it’s most likely narcolepsy without cataplexy. Cataplexy is basically where you lose motion in some part of your muscles when you experience heavy emotions like e.g. getting excited or angry. If he does have narcolepsy with cataplexy, then the cataplexy isn’t something that effects him a lot and could be something minor like weakness in his arms or like his jaw twitching.

LIKE LOOK HES QUESTIONING PEOPLE'S ASSUMPTIONS OF HIM BECAUSE HE DOESNT FEEL TIRED FOR ANY REASON AT ALL HES NOT TIRED WHILE HE STUDIES HES JUST ASLEEP BEFORE HE KNOWS IT--THERE'S NO REASON OR TRIGGER FOR IT, ONE MOMENT HE'S AWAKE AND THE NEXT THING HE KNOWS HE'S ASLEEP AND TORN FROM A VIVID DREAM, BEING WOKEN UP BY SOMEONE WHO FOUND HIM. I can see Silver trying to figure out that something is wrong with his sleep because it differs from everyone else’s ‘sleep during the night and don’t feel tired during the day but it doesn’t work for him like that, Silver’s always drowsy, and he’s asleep before anyone knows it randomly, waking up to feel rested for a brief period of time before the persistent sleepiness follows him everywhere again. But everyone insists he’s fine and nothing’s wrong with him, he’s just easily bored or something which Silver knows is wrong, this isn’t normal… right?

No because if Silver does have narcolepsy it must be so frustrating for him–no one believes him when he tries to say something’s wrong, not even his teachers, and he can’t even control it. He’s scared something’s wrong wrong with him, something not normal, because he doesn’t have the reassurance of a diagnosis showing what’s abnormal about your body and if/how to manage/treat it. So he’s just left to the mercy of his narcolepsy to dictate his life and he can’t explain why he gets the sleep attacks to anyone, because he doesn’t even know why he gets them, so he can’t deny any of their assumptions about him and his sleeping…

SEE HE CANT CONTROL IT SILVER LIKE FELL ASLEEP LITERALLY WHILE JAMIL WAS TALKING ABOUT THE POTIONOLOGY SHIT. LIKE SILVER WOULDN’T JUST DOZE OFF HE’S WAY MORE RESPONSIBLE THAN THAT ALSO JAMIL GOT THERE LIKE BARELY THAT LONG AGO SO 

And then there’s people assuming whatever that Silver can’t disprove because no one knows why exactly he gets the sleep attacks

“patients with narcolepsy often describe what is referred to as “sleep attacks.” During a sleep attack, extreme sleepiness comes on quickly and the need to sleep is virtually irresistible. People may fall asleep at any moment, with brief naps ranging from just a few seconds to several minutes. They often wake from these short naps feeling much more alert and awake."

That’s literally a TEXTBOOK example of a sleep attack

Narcolepsy is most common to happen from early childhood to your 50s-ish, so if Silver’s had narcolepsy for that long, it could’ve just been identified him as getting super sleepy as a kid and then a “trait” that Silver had, instead of a sleep disorder. Narcolepsy is often under-diagnosed or hard to diagnose, probably bc it’s easier to just say you’re sleepy a lot and you can’t fight the drowsy spells like Silver did, instead of thinking, “maybe I have a sleep disorder.” I imagine narcolepsy is also not the most prominent disorder around–people might not even assume something is wrong with them in a disorder sense, maybe just something is up with them. Or until something serious happens, people don’t bother to get it checked as a disorder.

I’m just picturing a scenario where Silver says he might have some sleep disorder or that there’s something wrong w him (disorder) and then gets brushed off as “no you’re fine, you’re just really sleepy” or something like that and then gets told to try sleeping more or something. Feeling hurt because he can’t control his sleeping like everyone else seems to be able to. Maybe convincing himself they’re right, there’s just something wrong with him that he can fix and experimenting with sleep and nothing seems to work and blaming himself for it despite knowing he can’t control it because no one else seems to believe he can’t control it.

More evidence for uncontrollable sleep attacks. Man someone get this poor dude a diagnosis 

Oh my god he literally starts BLAMING himself for the problem bc he desperately wants it to be able to treated or fixed, maybe just to have a reason of what’s causing it in the first place. All that uncertainty and the “something is wrong with me but I don’t know why” and the isolation of no one believing him that he can’t control it so he needs to find something to blame it on so people can believe him or so he can have a reason for it

anyway yeah that was it enjoy the slideshow

#WOOO i posted it #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #silver twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #narcolepsy

[clannfearrunt]

briefly had a bit of Floor Nap. had a vivid dream about playing a first person point and click game. i was being served an elaborate full course meal consisting of familiar food items made of soft grey ash and fading embers. it looked warm and cold at the same time, but potentially delicious - but I knew that I was in the land of the dead, and having a single bite would doom me. I kept hovering my mouse over various items trying to find a way to proceed, but every interactive option I could find seemed to imply clicking it would cause me to eat the food. As I realized that the game seemed to be trying to force me to eat something, I found that I was no longer separated from the scene by the borders of the computer screen. I was apparently on a timer to pick an option, and an off-”screen” character was impatiently asking me if there was anything wrong with my meal. It wanted me to eat and stay.

I snapped awake and it’s the most wide awake I’ve been directly after a nap than I’ve been in a solid while.

#the food looked good. it looked good. #Con stop yapping #dream talk #it looked wrong but it looked good. steaks and plain noodles and a mysterious dish i only half remember but the whole meal looked #tailor made to my tastes. and its colors were faded and cold but it looked good.

[holymusicalmothman]

When You’re Focusing - Dan Avidan x Reader

So the other day, I wound up taking a nap and had a dream about this and it was just one of those dreams that’s just so vivid and real. Like, color and touch and sound, the whole shabang. So here’s the dream in fanfic format <3 My dream didn’t take place in the old office, but it was still a kitchen and since there hasn't been a new office tour, we’re just gonna have it be the old kitchen/kinda bar looking area. I kept this exactly as it was in my dream <3

Also, Ashley doesn’t exist in this, I will never include her in any Danny x Reader. Ever.

Might write more if people would like to see more.

Warnings: Swearing, secret relationships, takeout with its own ecosystem, age gap

Word count: 577

Masterlist

“Dude, no, it fucking sucks! It’s impossible!”

If anyone had ever told you that you would one day be sitting with the people you looked up to most, much less working and learning as a part of their business, you would have said that they were crazy. Granted, sometimes dreams do come true, but this one always felt too out there when you considered it. 

And yet there you were, with your Nintendo Switch in hand, sitting at a counter with Dan Avidan and Arin Hansen, arguing over Breath of the Wild. It was nice to finally feel like you were comfortable to just hang around them. Being around the well known members of the Grumps team had given you massive anxiety at first, yet as the months went on, you couldn’t imagine life without them anymore.

You rolled your eyes and continued on with your game, the Trials of the Sword weren’t the easiest, but you were infinitely more patient than Arin was. For the moment at least. 

Dan leaned across the counter to watch your screen as you fought your way smoothly through the game, nodding appreciatively. “I don’t know, man. She’s crushing it so far.”

You glanced up, your gaze meeting warm brown eyes.

Arin huffed and turned to the fridge, digging through it, occasionally pulling something out only to dismiss it and keep looking. 

You quickly progressed through the level, aware that Dan was still watching you. You looked up at him again. Had he leaned in more?

Arin’s back was still to the both of you, he was now rattling off the items he was pulling out, commenting about a forgotten take out box. 

Dan’s own back was towards his friend as he leaned just a little more across the counter, those brown eyes of his flicking towards your lips then back up. 

You felt your eyes close as he pressed his lips to yours. You could feel the scratch of his stubble against your face. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips as well. 

There was a brief flash of fear through you as you remembered Arin was right there. But the thought was gone almost  as quickly as it arrived. 

Dan pulled back at the sound of Arin’s loud exclaim. 

“We have got to be throwing this shit away. There’s another box in here but it’s got its own ecosystem! Look at this!”

Dan jumped away from him, “Arin, that’s disgusting.” He laughed.

The kiss, while not the first, had taken you by complete surprise. You pulled your scrambled brain together quickly and made a look of absolute horror at the old takeout in Arin’s hands.

“That’s so gross, dude.”

Arin sniffed it, pulling back immediately. “I’m tossing this in the outside bin.” 

As soon as he was gone, Dan was in front of you again, brown eyes now twinkling.

“What part of ‘we’re not telling anyone we’re dating yet’ took a vacay, Danny? Had Arin turned around, we would have been caught.” You scolded softly. 

The both of you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, and not just cause it was fairly new. You were eighteen years apart, 25 to his 43. And while neither of you cared, you were more than well aware of how it would look to others. 

Dan grinned. “Couldn’t help it, sunshine. You’re so cute when you’re focusing.”

You rolled your eyes as he leaned in again, obliging him in another kiss.

If anyone’s interested in my other Danny fix, it’s quite a bit longer and can be found over here!

#dan avidan #danny sexbang #danny sexbang x reader #dan Avidan x reader #game grumps #game grumps x reader #youtuber x reader #YouTube #gaming #gamer x reader #thismothwrites

[obsessivelyloved]

So- you know your animatronic au with Edd? Well, what if the Saloonatics characters are also there (minus Edward)? So guess what I wrote?

(Btw this story takes place in the non-murder au and future Edd is helping search for Edd)

…….

Edd hasn’t seen the sun in days.

Then again, he can’t fully keep track of how much time has passed since he got to this theme park. The only way he had to tell time was looking at the moon or counting how many times he napped, neither of which are really sufficient when Edd can’t see the moon when hiding indoors and napping is becoming more of a thing Edd does. It must be one of the effects of completely shifting his sleep schedule.

Right now, though, the moon is just visible behind the clouds. The cold night air chilled Edd, and he could only wish he could feel the warm sun on his face again. However, that is just a distant dream.

Walking at a slow pace, Edd took this time to catch his breath. He has been running all night, the animatronics chasing him whenever they could and not allowing him any rest. The pain in his chest is something Edd has grown used to in his nights here, but it has never gotten this bad before. Edd always found a place to hide before morning came.

Daytime would have been something Edd looked forward to, to flee this place and never return, but…

The vivid image of the ‘closed down indefinitely’ sign on the now gated exit comes to his mind. It nearly made him cry when he first saw it. He would have climbed the gate if he could have, but the holes weren’t big enough for his fingers to slip through and the gate was too high to reach the top by jumping. He’s stuck, and no one is coming for him.

Edd shakes his head, forcing the memories back down. He will find a new exit himself, he's sure there has to be another way out! But he has to do it at night, he’s too exposed in the daylight. He doesn’t want to know what the animatronics have in store for him, especially not after seeing two of them kill the security guard a few nights ago…

Pausing for a moment, Edd realizes he got lost in thought a bit while walking. Edd has long since lost track of where he is, not having memorized the park layout beforehand and not having a map to tell where he is.

He sees a ride he is unfamiliar with in the distance, along with a building next to it. Edd takes a breath and makes his way over to it. A sign sits on the wall of the ride entrance. “Western Saloonatics”, Edd reads quietly to himself. Glancing at the ride, it looks like some sort of Wild West themed roller coaster. He thinks about it for a moment, before deciding to stay away from the ride. He doesn’t want to risk encountering another robot in there.

Walking over to the building, Edd nearly lights up like a Christmas tree once he realizes it’s a restaurant. It is clearly western themed as well, fit with one of those weird western bar doors at the entrance. The idea of having actual food that isn’t some snack food from the little snack counters fills Edd with joy.

Quietly, he enters the small building. The lights are off, as expected, but he can make out the vacant seats and bar table. Edd rushes over to the kitchen area, not bothering to look any further.

The kitchen has many boxes of food, most of which thankfully say they don’t expire just yet. Edd grabs the nearest box and opens it to see many sausage links neatly cut and ready to heat up. His stomach growls, yet he chooses to press down his hunger for a bit longer.

Putting a couple of sausages on a plate, Edd quickly combs the kitchen to find some kind of stove to use. Thankfully, it isn't hard to spot the microwave that sits on one of the counters. Thank goodness these types of places use cheaper materials, Edd thinks happily to himself.

The next few minutes are a blur to Edd, just idly waiting for his food to heat up, but the ding of the alarm going off immediately perks him up. Opening the microwave, Edd doesn’t even bother to take the plate out before he reaches in and begins munching on one of the sausages. It burns his skin slightly from where he touched it, but he could care less as the addicting food slid down his throat and satisfied his bottomless stomach.

Edd lets out a content sigh as he finally gets some food in his stomach. The stars above don’t know what he would have done for food if this restaurant wasn’t here.

While finishing up the second sausage, Edd is caught off guard by something suddenly wrapping around his body. He lets out a yelp as he is knocked to the floor, a rope wrapped around his torso and keeping his arms pinned to his body.

He nearly screams, before a metal hand covers his mouth and muffles him. Looking down at the hand, Edd notices the red cloth sleeve leading up the arm to the person he cannot see behind him. However, the rope is not being held by someone behind him.

“So you’re the one who’s causing Red to throw a fuss.” A familiar yet weirdly accented voice says above him. Edd snaps his head up, only to see a couple of animatronics he is unfamiliar with. The first one, the one who spoke and is holding the rope, reminds Edd of Tom if he was a sheriff of an American town from the 1800s. His one eye analyzes Edd heavily, as if Edd is some kind of unusual animal.

The second one looks more like Matt does, but the hair is smoother and he wears more royal themed clothing. He looks at Edd curiously, similar to how Matt did when they first met.

The blue one bends down to Edd’s face. A small smirk forms on his face and he grabs Edd’s shoulder. “You may call me Thomas, kid.” He says, and all Edd can think of is how he wishes he had chose to explore the ride before the restaurant.

THIS IS SO GOOD!! i’m eating your writing, anon, I keep pulling my phone out to re-read this and it’s so ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️. I couldn’t help but laugh as Edd steered clear of the ride and ran into robots anyway. Poor guy. Thanks so much for sending this to me!!!!!

#i’m finally home but i genuinely couldn’t stop re-reading it #pulled my phone out every chance i got haha

[barkingangelbaby]

I keep having insanely vivid borderline lucid dreams?? I've had like three tonight. most of them have had my friend frankie in them (I miss u so much) and I'm just gonna type details I remember before I fall back asleep (woke up to a truck plowing snow with an obnoxious beep whenever they use the plow... I hate u whoever u are)

one dream started with me visiting locations this person's daughter used to frequent (a hospital room, cafe, garden, etc) & going through their small rituals (adjusting a thermostat, saying hi to certain ppl, getting a specific coffee etc) then talking to their mom about it? then I was back in my hometown at frankie's house- they were showing me a bunch of pictures of this strange fish/lobster type and told me that was the reincarnated daughter???

I put my hand in a fish tank to touch it and got 5 scratches on my left index finger and two on my right, they asked why I put my hand in and went to get me disinfectant

them & their mom texted me that they had a spare key for me under the back porch if I needed it. I was anxiously checking my phone bc my work hadn't confirmed we had today off bc snow- but we went down to my home state anyway?? N had a different hairstyle (the asymmetrical lesbian haircut with lined shaved into the side) and asked me why we came down before I knew if I had to work or not (I don't know!!)

frankie was on their period but was getting sick from the pads they used then told me they thought they were dying??? we were just going around their house trying to find pads that worked while I held my weird cut finger. (sidenote I've been having dreams where I beat up their ex boyfriend but the dude is someone I've never seen before/usually ends with me crushing their fingers in some kind of door... strange I do not like experiencing being violent)

I was walking in a crowd and the "babyback, babyback, babyback ribs" commercial music was playing in my head, everyone around me was singing a justin bieber (kill me) cover?? I think renee rapp was next to me ??

then I woke up to the snow plow lol. the cat's laying on my tummy atop the blankets n the dog's in between my legs under them, N is peacefully sleeping next to me. (just a cute lil life detail for ya)

ok time to nap before my alarm for work goes off lmao

#rAMbles #dreams

[lswro2-222]

Traintober Prompt 14: “Rest in Pieces”

It was a warm, sunny afternoon on the island of Sodor. Edward was having a nap in a siding at Wellsworth Station while his crew were on their lunch break. All of a sudden, the old engine woke with a start. He gasped aloud and he shook and shivered as if it was the middle of winter. BoCo, who was waiting with a train at the platform nearby, noticed this.

“Goodness, Edward, are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“O-oh,” the blue engine said after taking a few deep breaths. “Y-yes, BoCo, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, you’re shaking like a leaf. Was it another one of your dreams?” the green diesel asked in a quiet, yet firm tone. It was a bit of an open secret among the engines that sometimes Edward would have dreams about very unpleasant things. It wasn’t something he liked talking about with others, but BoCo was an exception. The steam engine looked down sadly at his buffers, and that told BoCo everything he needed to know. “What was it about?” he asked gently.

“It… it would take too long to explain,” Edward sighed softly, still not making eye contact.

“Oh dear,” BoCo said sympathetically. He was about to say something else to comfort his friend, but his guard’s whistle blew before he could. “Bother that guard… When I get back to the shed tonight, we’ll talk about it, alright?”

“Alright,” replied Edward, still a bit shaky.

“Good. I’ll see you later,” said BoCo as he began to pull out of the station. Edward sighed as he watched BoCo set off with his train. He wished his friend could have stayed with him, but he knew they both had work to do. He put on a brave face as his crew returned from their break, not wanting to worry them.

It was already dark by the time BoCo reached the shed that night. Edward was glad to see him. His dream had been weighing on his mind all day, making him very tense. He waited in silence while his friend’s crew shut off his engine for the night and said their goodbyes. Once they were gone, BoCo looked over at Edward.

“Tell me everything,” he said softly.

Edward took a deep breath to center himself and recounted his dream.

“It began simply enough. I was running along down a long stretch of track, pulling a train behind me. The sun was high, the wind rushed past, everything was lovely. But, all of a sudden, I started to feel a pain. ‘Driver, something’s wrong. We need to stop,’ I called, but there was no reply. I realized my cab was empty. I couldn’t feel anyone on my footplate anymore. The wind turned bitterly cold, stinging my face as I ran on, faster and faster. The pain just kept getting worse, spreading all throughout my body. I tried to stop myself, but I… I couldn’t. I heard a crack, and felt my crankpin snap in two. Then I felt a wobble, and two of my wheels flew out from under me. It kept going like that, parts of me breaking and coming apart as I rushed down the line alone. I screamed and begged for someone, anyone, to help me, but no one came. There were no people, no other engines, just me, unable to do anything as I literally fell to pieces. I don’t even think I crashed. I just kept going and going until… until there was nothing left of me.”

BoCo’s eyes were wide at the vivid description. “Oh, Edward, that’s… that sounds horrible,” he said once his friend had finished.

“It… it was. It felt so real, BoCo, I…” Edward trailed off. He shuddered again at the memory and blinked away a few tears. “I’m sorry, I know it’s silly to be so shaken by something that didn’t actually happen. I shouldn’t let it affect me so much, but…”

“Hey, none of that,” BoCo soothed. “It’s not silly at all. Nightmares wouldn’t be called ‘nightmares’ if they weren’t frightening. No one’s judging you for that.”

“I just hate feeling so helpless.”

“You’re not helpless. You’re one of the most capable engines I know, nightmares or no nightmares. And when things do get to be too much, well, you know you’ve always got me.”

Edward glanced over at BoCo. Seeing his dear friend’s warm, sincere smile, he felt like the weight he’d been carrying all day was finally lifted from his mind.

“Yes,” Edward replied with a small smile of his own. “I always have you.”

#traintober2022 #ttte #my own writing #edward ttte #boco ttte #fun fact: edward’s nightmare is based on one i had myself a few months ago #i added some edward-specific details and voila!

[dogesterone]

I've been home sick all day and while I was napping I had a weirdly vivid dream.

Elaboration under the cut.

This is Kasi ("Kah-zie"). Or more accurately, it's a painting of Kasi. Or, more more accurately, it's my best effort at a reproduction of a painting of Kasi that was in the dream I had.

Kasi is the Queen of Bugs, Creator of Life, and Spirit of the World. Normally, she appears to people as a tall, slender, pale woman covered in gold jewelry, but her true form is this small, moth-like sprite creature. The vast majority of people only know her from her regal human form, and don't even know that it isn't her true form.

She lives in all places of the world, but her throne is in a grove of trees atop the White Tower: the tallest mountain in the world.

This painting can be found in the Castellan Lodge, a log-built manor on the lower slopes of the Tower. If you look at the lower half of the painting upside down, its perspective becomes your reality, and you find yourself being pulled through the night air towards Kasi's throne-grove at high speed.

There were a lot of other things in the dream, like competing factions of blue and orange, and golden-armored children of divinity caught in the middle, and the other gods of the world who seemed so much less important but so much more well-revered by humans, but for whatever reason, this painting and the spirit depicted in it stuck with me the most.

#art #i really don't know why this stuck with me so much #the dream as a whole actually kinda gave me elden ring vibes #which is funny because i havent played elden ring in months #but like. elden ring mixed with the region in colorado that my grandparents used to live in #so high fantasy but also rustic

[sleepy-wyvern]

I need to get this one out before i combust because itd make a damn good angsty fic especially if i had of finished the dream also sorry for the essay lol

So during my nap today, i had an eddie dream, very vivid, my alarm went off at the height of the situation 🙃😢🥲

He came back as a vampire from the upside down incident (i may have read one too many vamp eddie fics yesterday lol) but instead of being sweet like in the fics he had run into some other vamps, and turned feral and predatory, him and the other three vamps were hunting Steve, Nancy, Robin and I, chasing us through abandoned buildings etc, we got trapped in a room, there were two doors out, but one was bolted shut and the other, Eddie and his vampy friends were on the other side taunting us so we were trapped, Eddie set the damn building on fire 🔥 and being old and wooden it went up fast, steven and nancy being who they are managed to push me out the door just before a massive wooden beam fell down trapping them and robin inside, Eddie grabbed me and made me watch while they were screaming, i was screaming and sobbing yelling at Eddie to let them out, save them, just over and over, aannnd just as his face softens from my screams getting to whatever humanity he had left and he goes to move toward the flames, my alarm goes off and the last thing i see is my friends faces in the fire. I have never been more pissed off at my alarm then i was in that moment, i was damn well near crying when i woke up, second time this week its happened during a vivid dream about fav characters/actors, other was jensen ackles and misha collins but that was uh different dream entirely 😳 haha

You need to turn this into a fic right now, seriously! I’d read the shit out of that, I was so captivated. The best dreams only ever happen right before the alarm and never when you get to sleep in 😤 what a good read, no need to apologize at all! Thanks sm for sharing I’m jealous of you now 🤣

I know those actor names!! How’s supernatural? I was debating starting it!!! I’m a fan of horror and stranger things so far so maybe I’ll like it ahahaha. How does it feel to be the chosen one, getting to have dreams like that about the most gorgeous humans? 🥵 meanwhile my dreams are like “lol heres a plane crash and nuclear war.” If I do dream of our boys they’re just like… there. And not on top of me 😤

[robinrunsfiction]

OTPTOBER - Modern AU

Author’s Note: They say don’t kill your darlings, but I’ll be honest, this was on death row. This was the origins of the WIP I refer to as “the normal AU” but that has expanded and gone so far from here that this no longer fits the narrative of that story. So I had I marked to be deleted, and then things clicked in my mind, at least partially inspired by @thewordworrier​’s Modern AU for this same challenge. Enjoy!

🖤🖤🖤

Lux blinked her eyes at the bright morning sunshine filling the room. Her head was spinning as she sat up and tried to figure out where she was. But at least her ears weren't ringing. That was oddly nice, she couldn’t remember the last time they weren’t.

As her brain began to settle, she took in her immediate surroundings. She had been laying on a couch, wrapped in a plush blanket, but there wasn't a couch in the diner. Then it dawned on her, she wasn't in the diner. Panic struck through her as she tried to untangle herself from the blanket around her legs, stumbling to her feet. The window was filled with leafy green plants, soaking up the sun, and the room was warm and cozy. She stumbled unsteadily until she found her way to the kitchen, opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass. How did she know where the glasses were? She wondered, looking at the glass in her hand. Something about her hand didn’t look right, not nearly so worn and scarred. Turning to the sink, she poured herself a big glass of water and chugged it down. She noticed then how dry and sore her throat felt. What had BLI given her? Where had they taken her? Lux wracked her brain, but couldn't remember anything. 

Then she spotted a small radio on the counter. Looking it over, she turned it on and a familiar voice came through the speaker. "You're here with me, Doctor D, on 109.1 FM. Checking on the traffic, the usual backups are building on the 405, and there is an accident blocking things out on Vine."

Lux shook her head, turning the radio off. That was Dr. Death Defying's voice, but that wasn't the sort of traffic report he usually gave. There was nothing about dracs or scarecrows unit sightings, killjoys getting dusted, or even a weather report.

"Hey, feeling better?" The voice startled her, making her jump, dropping the radio back onto the counter.

"Kobra!" She gasped. 

He looked at her, confused. "What? Mercy, are you okay?"

She took a step back, her heart rate picking up as her back hit the cool metal of the refrigerator. "What did you just call me?"

"Mercy, are you still running a fever? I can call Gerard and Shelly and tell them we aren't gonna make it over for dinner tonight?"

Shelly…Gerard… The names started to clear the fog in her mind. She shook her head and looked at the man standing across from her. "Mikey?"

"Yea?"

She shook her head again, pressing her hands against her eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry babe. I think I was still half asleep. I had the most vivid, wild dream. You and me and Shell and Gee and Frank and Ray, everyone was there. But we weren’t ourselves, we were like… rebels! And we lived in the desert and everything was so colorful! We fought against these bad guys that wanted everything to be white and sterile. Fuck, I feel like I lived a whole lifetime there.”

"You did crash really hard after you took nyquil last night, I'll make some coffee," he said, with a smile as he walked across the kitchen, and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I think your fever finally broke. You should really write all that down, it sounds like a good idea for something."

"Yea, I suppose you're right," she nodded as she watched him work. She felt herself continue to wake up, the familiar, comfortable feeling of domesticity comforted her. "Did you feed Josie?"

"Yea, while you were still asleep, so she’s probably napping."

Mercy nodded before pacing back into the living room, picking up the blanket she'd left strewn on the floor and grabbed her pillow, taking them back to the bedroom. Josie, their big Maine coon stretched in the patch of sunlight she was napping in. Mercy gave her a quick scratch behind the ears when Mikey walked in with two mugs of coffee. 

"Ohh thank you," Mercy murmured, taking a sip. "That feels good."

"Is your throat still sore?" Mikey asked, sitting on his side of the bed.

Mercy climbed into her side of the bed and pulled up the blankets as best she could without disrupting the large feline at her feet, setting her coffee down on her bedside table. "A little raw. But I'm not very congested anymore."

“You’re sure you’re feeling up to going today?”

“Yea, I feel better than yesterday for sure.”

“Good,” Mikey smiled. "I don’t like having to sleep apart from you.”

“I was in the living room, ya softie,” she laughed. “How are you ever gonna get on with your next tour without me?”

“I’ll just have to bring you along,” he smiled at her. Mercy rolled her eyes before snuggling into his side.

“Good thing I love you,” she mumbled.

“I agree, I’m very lucky,” he laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

#kobra kid x killer lux #kobra kid x oc #mikey way x oc #mikey way x mercy #the normal au

[chaosintheavenue]

Had a nap. Had one of the most vivid random plot-jumping dreams in a while. Recording it for posterity lol.

So, it began with me in the back middle seat of a car, with every other seat occupied by scientists (specific individuals that I know were on my brain because I’ve been researching them). Another scientist was somehow reaching through the windscreen (or at least where the windscreen should be) towards me, and I knew I was supposed to hand a briefcase to him. But as I reached my arms up to do so, I saw that there were tons of little black bugs that kind of looked like mini blackberries crawling on my pants. My first thought at this realisation was ‘oh no! These bugs are crawling all over my children!’ (note: I don’t have children or any desire whatsoever to change that fact). Then suddenly, the whole scientist car plot was forgotten, and I was stood outside on the pavement brushing these bugs off myself. I then frantically emptied out the contents of my pockets (which for some bizarre reason was random wooden trinkets, leaves, and a blackberry- the real thing, not a bug) onto the floor, and once this was done I was somehow convinced that it would prevent the bugs from returning.

That’s it. That’s the whole story.

#random example of how coherent my dreams tend to be #stuff

[tmgstudios]

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That's 6,187 more posts than 2021!

789 posts created (13%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i am picking up loquacious seelie and shakijg him around i need your secrets you little manwhore. stop hiding them i need your lore

533 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#4

[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]

i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering. 

narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!

narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should. 

this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night

so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative. 

my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day

TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist

[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]

598 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

#3

literally not a single day goes by where i don’t think about this clip at least once

789 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#2

i just described an inanimate object as “brimming with autism” in my head. to myself. i am completely alone. there was no bit. just raw instinct. whats wrong with me.

1,040 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[dzpenumbra]

4/27/23

Okay so... I got to bed at around 2:30. And I struggled to get to sleep pretty bad. Like, tossing and turning and not able to actually fall asleep. I got there eventually, but was woken up by the sound of some really loud appliance, I still have no idea what it was or where it was coming from. This sound was at 5:50 AM. And I was supposed to be up for my apartment inspection at 9. I had an alarm set and everything.

I laid there for - no exaggeration - 2.5 hours trying to fall asleep again. No phone, no apps, just laying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. Doing breathing exercises, doing body relaxation techniques, visualization techniques, you name it. Everything I've learned over like 15 years of studying sleep hygiene techniques. And I just gave up and got up at like 8:30.

The guy showed up for the inspection at like 9:30, it was super quick, just an electrical inspection or something. He even gave me compliments about how clean my place was, which blew my mind. I started on a new abstract drawing, I'm gonna work on it more and I'll post it when it's done.

I went to take a nap around... fuck man, I don't even know. The whole day has been a huge blur, unfortunately. Temporally, at least. I put in the earbuds and put on some binaural beat thing for a 90 minute nap and... same problem. I "forgot" how to fall asleep. I've gotten this before, and it's like... it's a fucking torturous feeling. Being absolutely utterly exhausted... and not being able to fall asleep. And not knowing why, not knowing what you're doing wrong.

I napped successfully, though, and had some of the most intense dreams I've had in a long fuckin time. It was surreally like... norse-age, with these weird mutated people that were cutting off a water supply or something? I have no clue and that probably sounds ridiculous, but this dream was legit one of the most vivid I've had in ages. The colors, the sounds, the imagery; so memorable. I might try fucking with that binaural stuff to see if I can amplify how vivid my dreams get. You know... intentionally... like when I want it to happen.

I woke up at like... 2, I think? My car reservation was at 1, but was until 5. I made sure to book a big window just in case something like this happened, I just didn't expect it to be... like 4 hours of sleep total.

And I looked up like... more sleep techniques and the shit I was doing was literally what they train for people in the military who need to sleep while sitting up and shit. And it didn't fucking work. And it said on there, this might not work with people who have ADHD and/or anxiety issues. Welp, there ya go...

I showered and said fuck it and went. The walk to the car alone had my shins fuckin throbbing. I speed-walk a bit too much when I walk around the city, I'm just... 1). not used to urban environments and they still make me feel unsafe, and 2). not used to walking in shoes, tbh.

But that was remedied (and reminded, which is why I even noticed the speed-walking) by finally getting back into nature.

A quick stop at Walgreens first, to get the steroid cream the doctor prescribed me... a month ago... And they had to redo it, because of how long it took me to get there. XD So I sat there nodding off for like... 20 minutes...

But then I went to the park. And I got to hike barefoot again, and it was such an at-home feeling. I was out there until like 6. I think it was a total of about 3 miles of walking? I explored a bunch, they had some cool constructions like staircases and bridges and shit, very well-made stuff. There was even a beach right on the lake, it was very pretty and peaceful. I found some rocks that I brought home, I'm going to try to clean them up and see how they come out. There was a decent amount of sandstone there, which is actually pretty cool because it's super soft, so it's easy to carve. I'm going to see what working with it is like and then go from there, if I feel like trying to source more. It's cool how different the types of stone are around here.

For real, just being out in the woods alone, no music, no distractions, just me and nature, bare feet on the ground, wind on the skin, it was great. I missed it a lot. It's like... the polar opposite of how I feel when I'm in the city... XD

Driving wasn't as nerve-wracking as I thought. It was fine. Got the car back half an hour early, ordered a pizza. The car did cost a total of $50 for it being mine from 1-7... (I added 2 hours and I'm glad I did) which is like... ugh... But when you consider I never actually drive anywhere and compare that to buying a car, or paying lease payments? It ain't bad, especially when I don't even pay for gas.

So yeah, those earplugs I ordered were delivered this afternoon. Talk about fucking timing... -_- I'm gonna try them tonight. Like I said a few nights ago, I don't have to listen out for pets anymore, so... fuck it. Hope they work for me, I think if I can sleep with AirPods in, I should be able to sleep with earplugs in okay.

Definitely bed time. I can barely keep my eyes open.

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