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Shaky Hands- prompt fill

Okay so I did both, but this one is for Shaky Hands! 

 Cw nausea, vomiting (nothing gross tho, promise), panic (but not too explicit), references to disassociation, and Jon typical negative self talk and guilt.  Set post 159!  (Can be read as a sequel to my last fic if you like.)

Send me more prompts!  (Bingo card by @celosiaa​) The ones with stars are the ones I already have prompts for, the crossed out ones are the ones I have posted!  Send me a character, a prompt, and tell me if you want an art or a fic!!!!!!

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Ditto to everyone in the delirium/hallucinations camp, especially with a side of some hellish fever dreams.

But also, dizziness and nausea/vomiting. When even though they're lying down, perfectly still, it feels like everything is spinning and wobbling harder than the nastiest tilt-o-whirl, and it's so suffocatingly hot on top of that and it's just too much, they know they're gonna puke soon, and they should really move so they don't make a mess or choke, but they can't because everything's spinning too fast and they can't even tell which way is up, let alone muster up the strength and coordination to go that way. And maybe they start to freak out a little as it sinks in that they no longer have any control over their own body, and that just makes it worse, panicked breathing turning their stomach even more and making them lightheaded, until they finally puke and/or pass out, unable to do anything about it except pray that when they wake back up, the world will be stationary again.

Whump Trope: Reblog with your favorite side effect of a high fever

Artfight attack of Shadir, demon of nightmares!

This attack was for @lirithell ! I had fun playing around with the lights and cross-hatching here :)

ok weird poll time???? because apparently i am not normal

you don't need to go into them if you don't want to. im just curious how Not Normal i am because i get nightmares almost every night

Leaving

When I was three

I met a boy

He was my brother, just from another family

We split at 12 and now I look at him, and he looks at me,

Like we are strangers

When I was a little older

I didn’t know how to play solitaire

Pop pops would tell me what cards were “no good”

And without him not neglecting me as memere did, my world has grown colder

I wonder with no way of knowing what he was truly like in all of his strength

When I became a teenager I like to read I like to learn

My aunt taught me, about cancer

She asked me the questions that I still need

But now I only get asked about school or if I have finally caught a boyfriend

About two months after she left

So did my boyfriend and

He was a fuckboy

He was a theft

But I was so in love

When I got dumped

For another girl, I wrote a poem and sent it to him

Someone said that I pulled a Taylor Swift

I took that as a compliment even with my feelings lumped

Then I just never saw that person again and I still think of her and how she saved me from my nightmares

And you think

That you leaving is hard?

Nah man, I've gotten pretty used to this thang and I'm not mad or sad

I'm not scared to blink

Because in life people come and people go like waves in the sea

gosh, i always dream up the best ocs???:0

not sure what their names are yet, gut the guy on the left is some kind of demon, and the guy on the right is a magic-user who is pretending to be a ghost and haunting the shit outta the guy on the left. (his crush!!!) my dream about them was more like a nightmare so i wont get into it- but thats pretty much how it went

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 3)

Hey guys! Here is chapter 3! I don’t have anything to say about this story without any spoilers (sadly) But without any delay, lets get into the story.

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

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“F-fresh?”

Fresh looked up, seeing Geno lying on the couch. The T.V. across them was on, but Fresh couldn’t see or hear the show that was on, somehow.

“Yea brah? Whatcha need?”

Geno coughed a bit, before saying, “I t-think it’s time f-for my medicine. Can you g-get it for *cough* me?”

Fresh smiled, saying, “Sure brah! One bottle of pills, coming right up!”

Geno giggled. “Maybe not a w-whole bottle, hehe. Maybe just two, w-with some water?”

“Sure brah! Let me get dem pills and water. I’ll be right back!”

After a bit of struggle, he finally got the pills and a glass of water, and went to the living room. “Here Geno, I got… your…” Fresh said, dropping the pills and water.

In front of him was Geno, but he looked different. For one, he looked like an adult, not a ten-almost-eleven year old. Secondly, he had a red streak that ran across his chest, and it only took a couple seconds for Fresh to find out that it was a cut, and the red of it was blood. Looking up, he saw that the scarf he was wearing had a bit of dust. Monster dust, Fresh realizes. Geno also saw that there was a bit of blood in his teeth too.

“Why did you hit me Fresh?!” Adult-Geno yelled. His voice was different too, more baritone than Geno’s high pitched voice. “Why did you hurt me?! Why don’t you kill me while your at it!”

Fresh couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He was too frightened of seeing Adult-Geno to do anything.

Adult-Geno started chuckling, closing his eye sockets, before opening them again. In the eye socket was a blue and red Iris, and with an angry tone, Adult-Geno finale words were,

“Well, why don’t I just return the favor?”

And with that, a demon skull appeared in front of Adult-Geno, before blasting a beam of white light at Fresh, before Fresh’s sight blacked out. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“NO!” Fresh yelled, sitting up on his bed. He looked around. He wasn’t in his old house. Instead, he was in Alaina’s, in the guest-turned-into-his bedroom. Fresh pressed his knees to his rib cage, a sob escaping him as he placed his skull onto his kneecaps.

For a while, Fresh did nothing but cry. A couple times, Fresh would even whisper, “I’m sorry Geno,”. Soon enough, Fresh’s sobs became small whimpers, and he found out that he was surrounded by a bunch of arms, belonging to Alaina and her parents.

Softly, Alaina’s mother said to Fresh, “Let’s get you some hot chocolate, shall we?”

Fresh nodded. He really wanted something to drink, so why not hot chocolate? They headed down the Living Room, where Fresh sat down on the couch, a blanket covering his shoulders. Alaina sat next to him, rubbing his back as he looked down.

Soon enough, Alaina’s mom walked in, carrying a mug full of hot chocolate. With a small, “Thank You,“ Fresh took the cup, taking small sips. It was quiet for a while. The only noises there were was the ticking of the clock, which when Fresh looked up, read 3:51, everyone’s breathing, and Fresh drinking his hot chocolate.

Finally, Alaina, in a small voice, asked, “So Fresh, can you tell me what your nightmare was about?”

Fresh flinched, which Alaina quickly replied, “I’m sorry! You don’t have to answer if you do-“ “No”.

Everyone looked at Fresh, who had a serious look toward Alaina. He put down his hot chocolate, took Alaina’s hands, saying, “When someone proposes, and the person getting proposed agrees, that means that they trust each other, and that they want to be together for the rest of eternity. And you can’t trust someone if they lie or don’t tell you something repeatedly, “.

Fresh looked away, saying, "And for the entire time we’ve known each other, you knew NOTHING about me, except simple things like my favorite food or movie. Well, “Fresh looked back, a determined look on his face, "I’m going to tell you everything about my life before meeting you,”.

“Now you hold on a second there, “Alaina’s mom said, "It’s very late, and I know that we are all exhausted. So why don’t we all head to bed, and get to hear Fresh’s life story tomorrow, once everyone is out of work,”.

Fresh and Alaina looked at each other. It was true that they were all tired, and they could all wait until tomorrow. So after saying goodnight to everyone, Fresh took his hot chocolate, drank the rest of it, and put it in the sink, before heading to bed. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fresh was nervous. He was on the bus, heading home, and he couldn’t stop shaking. He’s never been this nervous. Not even when he proposed to Alaina almost three weeks ago. He was about to tell everyone about where he came from. A shiver ran through his body just thinking of it. Finally, Fresh though as he pulled the rope.

When he got home, he saw Alaina and her parents on the couch. They turned to him, small but supporting smiles on their faces. Fresh gave a small smile as well, before sitting on the chair across them.

“Are ya ready?” Fresh asked.

Alaina’s mother answered, “We should be asking you that!”

Fresh shook his head, “Nah. I’ve been ready since early this morning. Just a bit nervous as all,“. Fresh breathed in, held his breath, before breathing out. “Alright, let’s get this over with, “.

And with that, Fresh talked about his family. He talked about CQ, how she was the best artist he’s ever seen, and how amazing her drawings were. He talked about Error, who apparently cried the first time he got to see Fresh, because of how scary Fresh’s eyes were. He told about how he was emotionless for quite a while, the answer to why was unknown.

Then, with a heavy heart, he talked about Geno. He talked about how he had such a big heart to anyone and everyone. He talked about how Geno was always going in between their house and the hospital, due to his illness that was probably impossible to cure. He told them that no matter how hard Geno bounced into the hospital, he would always keep on smiling.

Finally, he told of the incident. Fresh tried, he really did, but every time he’d start telling them, he would burst out crying. It took him about half an hour to get through the entire story.

And through the entire thing, Alaina and her parents were supportive, holding him whenever he started crying again. ‘I’m so happy that I proposed to the right woman’ Fresh thought.

After they calmed down, Alaina’s mom asked quietly, "You know what you should do now?”. Confused, Fresh shook his head. Alaina’s mom suddenly bursting with joy, saying, “You should go home! You could take a big trip, going all the way to… uh, where did you say you lived?”

After getting over the shock of Alaina’s mom’s outburst, he replied, “New Mexico.”

“Wow! That’s so far away! Anyway, you could get some time off from the lab, pack up, bring Alaina, and meet your family after so many years!”

While Alaina’s mom kept talking, Fresh felt a deep burning inside him. Before he could recognize it, he yelled, “IT’S NOT THAT FUNKING EASY!”

Fresh looked around, teeth clenched tightly. Both Alaina and her parents were in shock. Through the entire time they’ve known Fresh, he’s never swore. Fresh gave a big huff, before stomping up to his room, slamming the door.

i don’t believe in saints, they never make mistakes

like or reblog please

also don’t steal it’s not nice

The Nightmare Expert: Carmel Marie Leigh

My first OC for the Psychonaut fandom ❤️ she controls nightmares, a specialist on these creatures that terrify people so. She uses her knowledge and unique ability to help people deal with deep embedded trauma without any danger. While it benefits, she can make her enemies experience their worst nightmare where they become immobile (which she is notorious for)

Nightmares do not attack her, she never feared them in the first place... She treats them like they were her own family, which makes her the black sheep in the Motherlobe because of this fact.

Anywho, enough of my rambles, thank you for reading!!

Oh-the man coming out of the mirror, his name is Figaro and he belongs to this beautiful person, @catabibaz0n ❤️

The Nightmare Expert: Carmel Marie Leigh

My first OC for the Psychonaut fandom ❤️ she controls nightmares, a specialist on these creatures that terrify people so. She uses her knowledge and unique ability to help people deal with deep embedded trauma without any danger. While it benefits, she can make her enemies experience their worst nightmare where they become immobile (which she is notorious for)

Nightmares do not attack her, she never feared them in the first place... She treats them like they were her own family, which makes her the black sheep in the Motherlobe because of this fact.

Anywho, enough of my rambles, thank you for reading!!

Oh-the man coming out of the mirror, his name is Figaro and he belongs to this beautiful person, @catabibaz0n ❤️

okay i posted a prologue for an ao3 demon! moonjo, thinking it would be kept lighthearted, but honestly?? my rough outline is barely finished and wow, this is going to be dark