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vertvivre · 2 years

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Violet, Anthony & Grief

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People watched this flashback and still didn’t get the extent of Violet’s trauma. The “Edmund was the air that I breathed” line is the only part of this scene I see discussed and only in the context of it being a Ka(n)thony parallel…

After Edmunds death she is showing suicidal ideation and says to Anthony that she wishes Hyacinth had killed her during childbirth. She’s faced two significant traumas, grieving the sudden death of her husband, the love of her life AND suffering from postpartum depression. I thought this was a really significant narrative to see in historical fiction as it is rarely depicted and still kind of taboo.

Anthony’s became Viscount by baptism of fire, he inherited the title under the most traumatic circumstance. The new responsibilities he faced would have been a massive burden even if Violet wasn’t incapacitated by her grief. The role of Viscount is a patriarchal role the show is set in regency England.

The real conflict and resentment arises because Anthony is left to fill a parental role. He acts as a father figure to his siblings due to the absence of their parents.

- Lemony Snicket

via @metamorphesque

The type of trauma Violet and Anthony faced isn’t the kind you fully heal from. Violet and Anthony were the closest to Edmund and suffered the most because of his death. Their relationship is controversial and I see people debate if Violet is a good mother. I think she is a good mother, good does not mean perfect. There are several changes in their dynamic immediately after Edmunds death and again years later. We see power balance change instantly after Edmund died, Anthony goes from Violet’s son to Viscount. In the Aubrey Hall flash back he is given power over Violet’s life during Hyacinth’s difficult birth, in this scene she calls him a child.

While she is incapacitated Anthony takes on the role of father figure to the siblings and settles into being the family patriarch. Once she recovers I assume their power dynamics begin to really muddle in what I’m calling matriarch/patriarch tension. Anthony stood in the gap for Violet while she was struggling and it prevented him from being able to grieve or process his trauma.

Daphne’s quote from episode 6 really sums up the damage caused by Anthony’s parentification .

“I witnessed you change the day he died. Do you know you did not even weep once? And you stopped laughing, altogether, in fact. It was as though you had become an entirely different person, consumed by the expectations of others.”

I think the issues we see in season 1&2 is them struggling to reconcile these changes and what it means for their relationship as mother and son.

Family is messy.

please if anyone else has thoughts on this comment or send asks I’m happy to discuss :)

I’m working an a detailed reply to an ask about these two and the rest of the siblings as well

#anthony bridgerton #violent bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #bridgerton family #daphne bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton s2 #bridgerton season 2 #grief #cw suicidal ideation #postpartum depression #truma #vv writes

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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I think your still taking these so, writing request:

Hunter just casually truma dumping, thinking his experience is normal, and the adults are horrified.

CW: Referenced child abuse

“Hey, Hunter!”

Hunter looked up from his checklist at Camila’s call. “Oh. Hi. Enjoying the party?”

Camila chuckled, squeezing between two demons to get to him. “Excuse me—pardon. You look great, I love the eyeball hat.” She stopped next to him. “My first demon realm party! I think they’re finally getting used to having another human around!”

“I made the guest list.”

“Oh.”

“Not that they don’t want you here!” Hunter followed up quickly, “I mean. Helped save the isles and all that. Local hero.”

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” Camila puffed a strand of hair out of her face. “You did a great job planning, sweetheart. Everyone looks like they’re having fun! I’d say this ‘yay we rebuilt Hexside’ opening party is a success.”

Hunter flushed, looking down at his checklist. “Thanks. I did a lot of research, and Darius helped with a few of the details. But I still have to make sure everything runs smoothly. Party’s not over yet, and a lot of things could go wrong!”

“Ah, relax, kid.” Eda came around from behind him and handed Camila a cup of punch. “Enjoy your own party! Take a break, you did the hard part, and now it’s time to kick back! Here.” She held out another cup of punch, and Hunter fumbled with his clipboard, shifting it and his pen to one hand.

“Uh—thaaaaaaanksssssss…” Hunter sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, okay, nice try. You’re not going to get me that easy, Eda.”

“Get you what now?”

Hunter pushed the cup back towards her. “Very funny. Give it up.”

“Give what up?”

“I know it’s poison. Good joke, good try, but I have a party to run, and I’m not going to fall for it.”

“What? I’m not trying to poison you, I’m trying to hydrate you, nerd.”

Hunter chuckled. “Okay, sure. You drink it, then.”

Eda rolled her eyes, downed the punch, then ate the cup. “There. No punch for you.”

“Eda,” Camila scolded.

“What? The owl beast likes eating weird things!”

“Birds can’t eat plastic!”

“Most birds don’t have teeth inside their stomach, either.”

Hunter eyed Eda. “Your commitment is admirable. Please get an antidote soon.”

“For the—okay, maybe I’m tempted now, but why would I want to poison you?!”

“Geeze, you don’t get out much, huh? When was the last time you went to a party?”

“I—” Eda sputtered, “What?!”

Bump glided over. “What’s the problem, here?”

“Eda drank poison and is still denying it,” Hunter told him, “When she collapses, please take her to the healing homeroom.

“WHAT?!”

Hunter tapped his pen against his lips. “Don’t worry, the party will go on as normal, I planned for a poisoning.”

“You did what?!”

Hunter chuckled. “This isn’t my first party. Although I’m usually the one who ends up poisoned somehow. This is a nice change.”

“Hunter?” Camila asked in a strangled whisper, “What do you mean?”

Hunter waved a hand. “Oh, you know the saying! It’s not a party ‘til someone gets poisoned!” He looked up at the adults, who were all just staring at him, facial expressions ranging from pity to downright horror. “What? Lilith used to say it all the time. Usually right after someone, usually me, got poisoned. Sure, it was probably meant for one of the coven heads and not me at the time, but I was probably the only one with any poison resistance training anyway, so that was for the best.” Hunter clicked his pen back and forth a couple of times. “Eda, I don’t know how much poison… resistance… you’ve…”

Click, click, click, click.

“Why are you all staring at me like that?”

Click, click, click, click, clickclickclickclickclick.

“Hunter,” Camila started gently.

Clickclickclickclickclickclick.

“’s not normal, is it.”

“Well, I’ve heard a similar saying!” Bump tried, “Granted, it was about crying, not poisoning, but…”

Hunter tossed the pen against the clipboard. “Of course it’s not normal. Of course not. Why can’t one thing be normal, why can’t I have ever done one normal thing in my life? Why is everything about my life wrong to everyone?!”

“Hey—” Eda held her hands up. “Hunter—”

“I get it, okay? I get that—that Belos—I got it, the hot and cold treatment wasn’t normal, getting told I was special but replaceable wasn’t normal, getting…” Hunter’s breath hitched in his chest, and he clutched at his head. “…getting hurt by him wasn’t normal,” he whispered, “I got all that. But why can’t any one thing I say ever be normal?!”

He looked up at the adults who were all just looking, they were all just staring at him, and it wasn’t just Bump, and Camila, and Eda, it was everyone. They’d all stopped dancing, or talking, or eating just to stare.

Hunter’s heart thudded in his chest, and he walked towards the door as quickly as he could without running, pushing past the people who kept staring at him, their eyes burning into his back.

The instant he made it to the hallway, he ran, bolting through the hallways and away from the gym. He pushed through a set of doors and hopped up onto a stage, stomping over to the wings, behind the curtain, where it was dark and quiet. Hunter slid down the wall, landing with a whump on the ground.

Why can’t something just be normal?

Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you always make everyone uncomfortable?!

“Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut,” he whispered into the darkness, “Maybe Belos was right about that.”

Footsteps echoed down the hallway—the clicks of Eda’s heels, the tap of Camila’s flats, and a heavier thump.

“This seems… more your kind of situation,” Camila’s voice murmured.

Hunter heard the sound of a clap. “Yeah, stuff from the coven we don’t understand is your wheelhouse.”

The door to the auditorium creaked open—apparently no one had oiled the hinges in all of the repairs—and those heavy thumps came towards the stage.

“Go away!” Hunter called, “Eda said it, the party will be fine, even if I’m not there.”

“Who cares about the party?” Darius snorted, leaning against the wall next to Hunter, “Well. You do. But I’m not here for the party.”

“You should go anyway. Just leave me here, I did all that work for it and then I was the one who nearly ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it. Even if you did, what’s the point of throwing a party if you don’t get to dramatically ruin it?” Darius waved a hand. “I’ve had a couple of parties… but that’s beside the point.”

Hunter curled his knees to his chest. “I didn’t do anything normal. Ever. And it’s not even just like—like I just missed out on experiences, it’s like I did the opposite of things that are normal.”

“Mmm. That’s not true. You had a teenage rebellion. That’s normal.”

“I mean before. Before I went to the human realm, before I met Luz, nothing I did was normal. Nothing at all. Even the parties, parties are normal things, but the ones I went to… what was normal at those gatherings aren’t normal party things.”

Darius let out a long sigh. “Poisonings at those parties wasn’t normal, either.”

“What?”

“They weren’t normal.”

“But Lilith always said—”

“Lilith didn’t say that because it was normal, Lilith said that so she could appear calm and in control. Lilith said that to keep the party from going sour and tarnishing her reputation. Lilith investigated each case thoroughly and obsessively afterwards, and she always found the culprit.”

“But they were normal to me, Darius!” Hunter stood, grabbing Darius’ arms, as if that would make him understand. “They were normal to me, and that’s the problem! It was normal to me to get poisoned on the regular, it was normal to not have any friends, it was normal to get up at five in the morning, it was normal, all of it was normal! It was normal for Belos to lash out, it was normal for Belos to hit me, it was normal!” He let go of Darius’ arms, sinking back down to the floor and hugging himself. “And now it’s not.”

Darius let out a long sigh, then finally dropped down next to Hunter, one knee up, and his arm resting on that knee. “I had a normal childhood.”

“Good for you?”

“Thanks. I had a normal childhood. And then from the moment I met your predecessor, nothing else was normal. It’s not normal for your mentor to disappear mysteriously. It’s not normal to become a coven head at age twenty. It’s not normal to find out that your emperor is planning on exterminating his entire realm, or at least I don’t think it is. It wasn’t normal for some kid to be running around the coven in a high rank position. It isn’t normal for me to ignore that. It’s not normal for a god-child to burst out of nowhere and turn the isles into his playplace. None of my adulthood has been normal.” Darius waved a hand at the air in front of him. “Camila’s child disappeared to another dimension, and then she traveled to another realm herself to fight a dictator and a god child! That’s not normal! And Eda—actually, I don’t think Eda’s had a single normal day in her entire life.”

Darius settled back again. “My point is, the isles haven’t exactly been ‘normal.’ Not for a while. No one’s had a perfectly normal life. Not you. Not me. Not anyone.”

“Then why does everyone act like it’s the worst thing to happen?!”

Darius drew a hand over his face with a long sigh. “It’s not because it’s not normal, Hunter, it’s… it’s because you got hurt, and you don’t seem to think that you did. And they—we—get worried that you’ll be hurt again, and that you won’t realize it, because you think it’s just normal. And that’s why they look at you like that. We want to make sure you know it wasn’t normal, because we don’t want it to happen to you again. Does that make sense?”

Hunter sighed. “I guess.”

“We’re not leaving this auditorium until you’re sure.”

“It’s because they care,” Hunter grumbled, “I know. I know it’s because they care.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it. If they make you uncomfortable when they do that, you just have to tell them. They’ll understand, they won’t be angry.”

“Mhm.”

Darius got up, dusting his cape off. “I see that I have my exhausted my ‘get in touch with your feelings’ limit for the day, and you’re just agreeing so that you can leave this conversation, so I suppose that means said conversation is over.”

“It’s not you, it’s…”

“You know it in your head, but you don’t really feel it, of course, of course.” Darius snapped his fingers, and Hunter’s clipboard appeared in a bubble of abomination. “I will take over making sure the party runs smoothly. You go enjoy it. Titan knows you should get some fun out of it after all that planning and stressing. Really. I swear you are like one of those human sharks, if you stop moving you die.”

Hunter scrambled to his feet. “Are you sure?”

Darius waved a hand. “Yes, yes, yes. I just walk around and check things off this list? Excellent. Now go. Oh, and Hunter?”

“Yes?”

“No one will get poisoned on my watch.”

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #referenced child abuse #my writing #writing requests #dadrius #darius deamonne #toh hunter #camila noceda #eda clawthorne

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 year

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Something that sticks with me from FNF isn't line but rather a scene. After Jinx freaked out at the barbers and explains her reasons for not liking her hair touched. That got to me. My own trauma is attached to my hair. It use to be long and wavy and pretty and now it's short and makes me look like a boy (doesn't bother me.) I'm never letting it get long again.

cw: truma

Ahhhh thank you so much ;w;

I based that scene at least in part on sensory processing issues and tactile defensiveness among children who've undergone trauma. It's a common symptom and yet so difficult to live with for a child. Heck, for adults too - but children lack the vocabulary to explain why they're acting out - and get wrongly labeled as 'bad' and 'troublesome.'

It's also difficult for caretakers to deal with, hence Silco resorting to non-traditional (for him) approaches.

There's a wonderful book called The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk that goes very articulately and compassionately into the lasting effects of traumatic events, and different strategies to both mitigate and live with them. I highly rec it!

/gently hugs<3

#asks #arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane silco #arcane jinx #silco and jinx #fanfic #silco fanfic #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #tw: trauma

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chipmunkwarcry · 5 years

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This is a Lindsey Ellis Appreciation post. :)

#lindsey ellis #I guess I’m sort of placing the truma out there #but this is the story of her trauma #and a moment when she isn’t being silent #cw abuse #cw harassment #cw trauma #I was feeling kind of stress when I watched this and it opened up some of my own stuff #so yeah warnings apply if you need them

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mother-blossom · 2 years

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✿ high ✿

✿ cw//tw: drug use, mention of overdose(happened in past, hinted at currently but doesn’t happen), spousal argument, mention of drug abuse and rehab, toxic and manipulative behavior ✿

✿ established relationship, toxic relationships, angst little to no comfort ✿

✿ word count: 2.45k ✿

✿ no beta i die dyslexic ✿

It was late. Really late. You were walking back to your apartment from the convenience store a few blocks away. It had been a long day and you just decided to go and get some snacks. Your boyfriend Sanzu hadn't been home in days and you honestly just wanted what he had frequently called a “pity party” for the night. Walking home late at night never really scared you. Especially when you've been with Sanzu for as long as you have. Not many people could say that their own boyfriend has walked into their apartment practically covered in blood from head to toe or that they've walked into their apartment only to be met with their boyfriend on the hard tiled floor of the main bathroom barely breathing. When that happened you took him straight to the Bonten headquarters, calling Mikey on the way. When you got there, a nice girl that Rindou had been seeing for at least a few months, whom you had just met recently was already meeting you at the front desk. She had told you that it was good you found him when you did and brought him straight there. She said that if you had been any later she wouldn't have been able to do anything to help. It was the closest call to his death to date; that was one of the worst nights of your life and it was only a few weeks ago. It wasn't the first time you had been met with the sight and you knew it wasn't going to be the last. You had been with Sanzu for a very long time, the both of you knew everything about each other and there wasn't a secret either of you could hide. But there were thoughts of how different your life could be if you weren't with him. You couldn't help the tightness that formed in your chest as the guilt consumed you. What kind of partner even thinks of leaving their boyfriend most of the time. You couldn't help it, you've spent so many years by his side, learning how to clean up blood and leave no trace, staying by him through every detox, every overdose, all the nightmares he has and the trumas he subjected you to. But you just didn't know how much longer you could take it.

You had finally gotten home, the cold of the night having taken effect long ago while you walked occupied in your thoughts. Sighing you took your thick winter coat off, taking off your boots and closing the door, locking it behind you as you went to sit on the couch. Not even bothering to turn on the TV you sat in the dark. How many times were you genuinely happy with Sanzu? You asked yourself, once again wandering off into your thoughts. You thought about a party that you had accompanied Sanzu to a few years or so ago. Mikey had invited all of the Bonten executives and their partners to one of the clubs that Bonten ran, although that night honestly seemed more like a business deal with another gang than anything else. You remembered that it had taken you hours to get ready because you knew at the very least you should look presentable and help make Sanzu look good to everyone else at the party. But when the time came around that Sanzu was supposed to pick you up he never showed up. Ahh right, that was the first night he showed up to your apartment both drunk and high, covered in blood telling you that he was sorry he was late and that his mission ran a little over. You had to laugh at yourself because even though you both went to the event after, you should have known not to forgive him. You should have left then.

What happened after that? You couldn't really remember. Now that you think of it, you couldn't remember a lot of your relationship. It all seemed blurry. If you thought about it hard enough you could remember the beginning of your relationship pretty well. You could remember who he was before the drugs and the kill orders. Before he lived everyday on the edge, teetering between life and death. Without even noticing it tears welled up in your eyes. Oh how you missed that version of him. Where did that version of him, the verson that loved you endlessly and promised that he would always care for, protect and love you go? If you had to pinpoint where that version of him disappeared it was right after his first kill order. He was inexperienced but nevertheless he did as he was told. It didn't go as planned, the target was expecting him and he nearly had to be extracted. He got it done but got hurt in the process. Mikey gave you a call when Sanzu got back. After hanging up the phone you Mikey you had rushed to get to him. When you got there he was already sitting up and smiling, but there was something different in his eyes, they were darker, less lively. That was the day the old Sanzu died and was replaced by the one you knew now.

Jumping you turned to look at the door. The bannging against it not only startled you but also ripped you from your thoughts. You tapped on your phone that was lying beside you on the other cushion and looked at the time. Who the fuck would be banngng on your door at 2:30 in the god damn morning. Taking a deep breath you wiped your face on your sleeve getting up and walking to the door. Taking a peek out of the peephole you sighed, seeing a slumped over Sanzu on the other side of the wall, bangging his head against it. Wow you really didn't want to deal with this right now. Rolling your eyes you opened the door, bending down in front of him and looking him in his eyes. You felt the tightness in your chest return. He was high off his ass again, his head was in the clouds and judging by the smell coming off of him you guessed he was drunk too. The tears returned, hot fat tears silently rolling down your face as you picked him up and dragged him into your apartment. He was almost limp but you could hear him mumbling to himself. Flopping him onto the couch you went and grabbed him a bottle of water, opening it as you walked back to the couch. “I wish you wouldn't come to me like this” you mumbled, pulling him up and pressing the bottle to his lips. He groaned, taking a sip, “Can you just be quiet just this once? You're always nagging me.. Can you just be less of a bitch?” Each of his words cut through you like a knife. How could he even think like that, you haven't done anything wrong. “No, I can't because I'm tired. I'm so tired…” you trailed off, “I just don't know how much longer I can do this anymore” you whimpered. Sanzu scoffed, rolling his slightly red eyes and smacking the bottle of water out of your hand, “Don't you get it” He laughed, “I've been trying to get rid of you for years. You've been nothing more than a nuisance to me. What have you really done for me? Youre just some dumb bitch who cant stand up for themslves and I keep around because I know youre too weak willed and wont even bother to try and leave me. You're nothing more than a bed warmer..” You felt the lump in your throat form and swallowed harshly. Sanzu laughed again grabbing your face and pulling it close to his, “See, go look at yourself, can you see how fucking dumb you are? You can't even speak. All you can do is sit there and look pretty, no wonder that's all anyone thinks of you” his words slur harshly but that didn't stop you from understanding them. “Maybe you're right..” you started, “maybe I am just some dumb bitch of a bed warmer but I always was by your side. You hurt me time and time again. Yet I still trusted. That’s what made me so dumb, right?” You questioned the sadness that you felt slowly but surely turning into anger as you stood up. “I trusted you after everything you put me through. I took care of you. I sat by your side every time you overdosed. I took you back and forth to rehab when you decided you wanted to try and go but that didn't work out and I still stayed by you” your voice broke as fat blobs of angry tears escaped your eyes. “But yeah, im just a dumb bitch.” you spit pulling him up off the couch and punching him toward the door. You watched him stumble trying to catch himself. “ I'm just a pretty fuking face and not someone who took care of you and helped you when you were at your lowest” you started, once again pushing him. This time he hit the door sliding down it in his drug induced haze. You scoffed, pushing him away from the door and opening it. “Who's the one who can't speak now?” You questioned finally dragging him outside of your apartment. You took a few seconds to wipe your face, bending down in front of him, gabbing his face just like he had done to you before, “stay the fuck away from me, i never want to see you again” you spat at him; quickly standing back up and walking into your apartment, slamming the door behind you.

As you slammed the door you slid down it. Putting your head in your hands feeling all the anger deplete, quickly being replaced with sadness. After taking a few minutes to calm down you got up, going over to clean the mess that Sanzu had made. Just deciding to throw a towel down and actually clean it up later. After making sure the water was stopped up into the towel you went to your bedroom, deciding it was better to sleep for the night than stay up and make yourself sadder with the thoughts of the things that just went down.

When you woke up again in the morning you got instant flashbacks to last night. Taking in a deep breath you looked over at your phone, instant shock reverberating through you. “95 MISSED CALLS FROM ZU<3'' read the screen and you just couldn't believe it. The calls have been coming through since about 4 am. Just as you were about to call him back you shook your head. “No, why should I call him, he was nothing but mean to him. Not to mention it's quite annoying that he would only ever call me when he's 1. high or 2. wanting to influence me to come over to take care of him or to fuck. Trying to keep your mind off of Sanzu you got up to take a shower ignoring your phone as it started buzzing again. After cleaning up and scrubbing off the stench of tears and sadness that stayed on you throughout the night you picked your phone up again. ‘Oh’ you thought, ‘there's 3 voicemails’... Going against your better judgment you opened up your phone and clicked on the first one. Sanzu’s voice filled the room, his words were still slurred, though not as bad but his voice was still harsh, more likely than not he was starting to sober up, “Listen here you dumb bitch you dont just get to thow me out like that. You're no good without me..” He went on like that for the next few minutes and you kind of spaced out for a moment. Why did he always get like this? At the end of a bad benger he was always angry. Only really looking around for his next fix and not caring that you were only trying to help him. Nevertheless you clicked on the next voice mail, this time his voice was a lot softer and almost pitiful. You could tell he had probably gotten high again, it was just another calm before the storm. “You know baby, I'm so happy that you're with me. I'm sorry that I've been all mean and nasty to you. I just don't know how to control myself sometimes. But you know what baby, im-im gonna change, i'll try ‘gain, i'll make sure that I'm gonna be better for you and make sure you're all taken care of.” At the mention of him trying again you let out a huff, ‘that real sweet but it's not going to be any different’ you thought to yourself closing out of the second voicemail.

Before you could press play on the third and final one your phone buzzed in your hand, Sanzu’s contact coming up. Letting out a sigh you answered the call, bringing the phone to your ear with shaky hands. All you heard on the other side of the phone was the heavy breathing of Sanzu as he started, “‘m so glad that you finally picked up my calls, I was afraid we were just going to end it there.” You stayed silent for a second, letting out a sniffled laugh, “You know, for the longest time I've thought there was good in people. In you. But time after time you've only set out to prove me wrong.. I've only loved you, I've only supported you and I never really tried to change who you were. But I cant keep trying to keep you alive when you want to live so close to the edge” you sobbed out, chest heaving. You heard him shuffle a small sob-like sound escaping him, “Please, please just try a little harder. Try a little longer. I love you and I promise, I promise things will get better!” You shook your head, knowing that he couldn't see you, “I'm done trying. It's time I took care of myself for a change….” Sanzu sobbed into the phone begging you to let him try again and to improve himself, but without another word you hung up the phone. Finally letting the tears go again you threw your phone, watching it land across the room. You had watch him destroy himself for long enough and you wouldn't let him do the same to you

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kezibun · 2 years

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How does your sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl? for everyone

I an no sleep expert but I'll do my best to explain. cw sleeping disorders

Most of the boiz have trouble sleeping, some of these boiz have gone through a lot of truma... i'll go worst to best sleepers.

Rus/Pyre

They have a whole host of problems with going to sleep, from nightmares, to fear of falling asleep. Most Prominent is his Sleep-onset Imsomnia that makes it extreamily difficult for him to fall asleep. If he gets to sleep it is extreamly light, deep sleep comes very rare to him, sometimes the two will have a semi consionsious dream state caused by the split soul where there get to meet, chat and or fight for who gets to experiance tomorow.

Red

Red has very frequent nightmares and night terrors that will wake him up. If he's having a really bad dream his magic acts up, it is extremely unpredictable from covering the room in spicky bones to randomly teleporting away. He has irregular sleep-wake rhythm disorder that causes insomina, frequent waking and daytime sleepyness. Feeling safer and more relaxed does help him sleep better though.

Black

Black has vivid nightmares that plague his sleep, it makes his magic act crazy. To make it worse these come with hallucinations after waking from a bad dream, he is usally only half awake and sometimes tries to flee his hallucinations and may throw attacks at them. Black also sleep walks and even does odd things like sleep eating, sleep cooking and attempts to do anything he's done often enough to do by muscle memory.

Sans

As well as nightmares, insomnia, sleep walking and sleep teleporting, Sans has a mild form of type 2 Narcolepsy, his naps are less volantary then most believe, he's just come to know when a sleep attack is coming and acts appropriately usually by teleporting somewhere soft. When Sans sleeps it deep, but also framentated and short lived. he finds it hard to sleep more then an hour or two at a time. He sometimes experiences sleep paralysis which he's let his brother believe is just him being lazy.

Crooks

Crooks has nightmares, insomnia and fragmented sleep caused by ptsd. His sleep is very light, and anything noise or movement can wake him. It gets worse when he's stressed but carms down when he's relaxed and calmer.

Edge

Edge is another with nightmares and night terrors. His magic usually builds inside rather then going crazy. He has trouble falling asleep because his mind races and he feels most valuable if he's sleeping. Having a story read to him, listening to music and just feeling safe really helps. His sleep is mostly light.

Axe

Axe has Magic obstruction sleep Apnea. this is the closest thing a magic skeleton can have to sleep apnea. you see despite not having lungs and airways it's his magic that is unstable and causes sleep apnea like symptoms. He has Disrupted magic flow that may jolt him awake, chronic snoring, excessive daytime sleepiness and morning headaches. He sleeps deeply and hasn't remembered a single dream since the 'accident'. He doesn't sleep walk anymore.

Papyrus

He has trouble getting to sleep, and he doesn't sleep for long. his sleep circadian rhythm is rather off, he will sleep late and wake early. listening to sans read fluffy bunny helps him sleep though. He usually wakes much earlier then even the other energetic ones and usually has to wait a while before a slightly more decent time for them to be awake.

Stretch

He has anxious insomnia, all his worried pile up at night and make it hard to sleep. Sometimes sleep walks.

Pluto

Pluto has mild insonmnia he has trouble getting to sleep, ideas run rampent but he gets more sleep then most of the others.

Jupiter

He sometimes has trouble staying asleep and wakes a few times in the night but gets back to sleep with minimal problems.

Blue

Blue has advanced sleep phase disorder. He always gets tired early in the evening he is always the first to bed, and he always wakes early in the morning. Its only a little inconvenient if he wants to do something at night, he will fall asleep at 7pm on the dot.

#all the boiz #sleeping

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