insomnia

[forfun]

the i n s o m n i a meme

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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anna of arendelle ( frozen ) ota

[koselig]

ren ( star wars )

[notallren]

wanda maximoff / mcu

[reddened]

simmons | red v blue

[mathborg]

( voicetesting and only at s5, but spoilers are fine. canonmates and crosscanon cr both loved, shippiness encouraged ♥ )

hunbry bc lol

[kissalltheboys]

Son of a bitch.

[ Grif's grumbling sometime at ass o'clock in the night/morning, standing in front of the pantry in what passes as the Red base kitchen, out of his suit for once (as much as he's perfected the art of napping inside his helmet, he doesn't actually sleep in it, not every night, at least). the scifi light of the pantry highlights the frown on his lips and the scrunch of his nose, as he pulls out an empty wrapper, with a note scrawled on it with one of Donut's gel pens proclaiming "HAHA, EAT SHIT, DIRTBAG!" ]

Sarge flushed my Oeoes again, didn't he? Gotta start hiding those in my suit. [ he mumbles, before turning from the pantry, ready to go back to bed without his midnight snack, only to nearly jump straight out of his skin when he spots Simmons chilling in the corner, at the quaint litte brunch table Donut set up. ]

JESUS FUCK ON STICK-- The hell are you doing up? Do you even sleep anymore?

leo | fe:f

[pragma]

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota

[nippinatyournose]

[cross-canon / medium welcome!]

Tony Stark / MCU

[im_ironman]

[ooc: Civil War compliant. Steve, Bruce, or Rhodey for anything shippy (or a previously established ship of ours), gen for everything else. <3]

8

[imalwaysangry]

When he showed up, Vision was the one who let him in. It's still strange seeing this being that they created and not wanting to wince away from it. He has to remind himself that Vision isn't Ultron, that the fact that he can pick up Thor's hammer is a test to the fact that he's safe if not entirely benevolent. He's told that Tony's away on business and offered a room at the all too empty compound. He can see the signs of the others everywhere he looks, even though he knows that they're fugitives now. It leaves him feeling uneasy and does nothing to fan down the flames of rage that have been threatening to consume him since he saw the news reports.

He accepts the room, all glass windows and modern furniture and plays the words he's going to say over and over again in his head as he waits for Tony's return. The sun sets, the late night shows come and go and he's still pacing across his room and waiting for Tony to return. He knows Vision probably told him about his arrival, so it doesn't feel entirely like an ambush, but even if it did, Bruce isn't sure he'd care.

He moves out of his room when it hits midnight, exploring the deserted compound through half lit rooms. He knows he won't be able to sleep until he sees Tony and so he doesn't even try. If Tony thinks his anger will be tempered by daylight, he's wrong. It's only been feeding on itself for the last few days. It speaks to how much better Bruce has gotten at controlling it that he hasn't given in and let the other guy take over.

It's only by sheer luck that he happens to be in the living room when the elevator doors open and Tony steps out. Bruce freezes, staring at the worn down looking man in front of him. If he wasn't so angry, he'd actually be concerned at the fact that Tony looks like he's aged ten years in the last two.

wanda | age of ultron & civil war

[trance]

[foes]

( cannot put up worthy starter yet because have to leave soon but places flag here.
update: ok this got away from me idek. )



[ ‘Every Passing Hour’ – the song title slides benignly across the little app Sam downloaded onto his phone, and Bucky would like to punch the screen. Bucky would, in fact, like to punch Sam, since he’d only put the app there for the purposes of immediately filling it with dubstep playlists.

“For the club rat I know is deep inside you,” Sam had quipped over morning coffee, before a dish had whizzed smoothly past his left ear.

Bucky has it on good authority Sam had used no such disrespect when he’d stuffed a pair of earbuds in Steve’s ears, once upon a time. Steve tells him stories, and Bucky semi-laughs. More like coughing obscenities under his breath. More like turning a fairly toxic shade of green, when he knows he has no right. They seem so… well-adjusted.

Every Passing Hour.

It’s instrumental, not exactly moody or morose, but still a self-indulgent sort of affair. Wistful use of chimes in and out that invite what most people would call reflection and what Bucky would call dangerous navel-gazing. You don’t go down that rabbit hole, Soldier. You take a hard left, you aim high, you let the blood dry under your fingernails—

—you hear static in the chimes, you feel shocks to your temples

you smell flesh burning
you see white, just white, they’re only ever playing snow on this screen

1986, Ukraine. It’s snowing in Khyriv, and it slows his support team down. There’s a muted sense of aggravation that comes with this, but only in the way the Soldier can assess the loss of efficiency and feel a corresponding itch of agitation. The snow slows down their target too, however, and the Soldier knows this is the last stop on their train to anonymity.

It had been a good choice, he surmises; a town with less than 5,000 people, nothing noteworthy having happened here since the occupation of 1939. Nice enough place to get lost.

Nice enough place to be buried, too.

The Soldier stares down at the crumpled heap, white flakes dusting dutifully down to dress it in thin layers, as if for modesty. It is not modest, he knows. It is grotesque. (But, he thinks again, efficient.) He bends, retrieves an enveloped floppy disk from inside the heap’s wallet, slides it into a pack slung over his shoulder. The white flakes are in his eyelashes now, obscuring his vision; he lifts a gloved left hand to remove them, feels the burn at his temples—

—snow, white, static
his whole body spasms, resetting and rebelling
someone screams (him?)

He blinks his eyes several times. The chimes are still low and indulgent in his ears, and in front of him, the TV has lost its signal. It’s playing snow, only snow on the screen.

Bucky rips the earbuds out and tosses the phone aside. The time reads 4:00 AM. There’s no Khyriv; there are no electrodes on his skull; there is no heap in the snow. He’s alone on the couch in their temporary hideout, their literal den.

Hell of a nice place to get lost, Soldier. ]

oc. • vampire: the masquerade/vampire: the masquerade - bloodlines. • ota.

[largesse]

[ ota and voicetesting. ]

Daisy Johnson | Agents of SHIELD | OTA

[morethan084]

[shittybirthday]

[ wanna do something? haha. could be tlou 'verse (as i'm not familiar with AoS 'verse), or could be MoM 'verse where joel and daisy get along. ]

chuya nakahara | bungou stray dogs.

[soukoku]

Ethan Mars | Heavy Rain | ota

[trialmaster]

James "Rhodey" Rhodes / MCU

[jamesrhodes]

tekhartha zenyatta. • overwatch. • ota.

[transcendences]

[ voicetesting like whoa! ]

[asoulatpeace]

[Any preferences for prompts?]

charles xavier ( marvel | ota )

[mentis]

no apocalypse spoilers please.

Carolina | Red vs Blue

[unflaggingly]

Washington | Red vs Blue

[exemplifies]

North Dakota | Red vs Blue

[stabilises]

rng gave me 7 - sadness

[logicunlocked]

[ It had been a long several days and York had not been able to allow the events of the week to settle in his mind. He'd watched over Carolina, watched her work out whatever tension was in her body and mind, but he hadn't really been able to contemplate what it meant until he got quiet in bed and tried to settle in.

The fact of the matter was, though neither Carolina nor Tex would speak of it, something had to have happened with Connie. York couldn't begin to guess what it was, but as he turned over in bed and tried to get comfortable, the thought assaulted him suddenly that she was never coming back.

It got late, and Delta's company, though appreciated, just wasn't cutting it. North had seemed to be sympathetic when they'd spoken earlier that evening and York just kept concentrating on it—maybe it would turn out that North needed him. It was a new thought, but it grew in York's consciousness until he couldn't help it anymore—he got up, stealing quietly down the hallway of the living quarters of the ship, and knocked on North's door. ]

Hayley Marshall | Vampire Diaries/Originals

[bayou_born]

Jax Teller | Sons of Anarchy

[dutybred]

[early canon preference ]

[westgaterider]

[You alright with a canon OC perchance?]

Miles Matheson | Revolution

[disinclined]

Tanaka | Tanaka-kun is Always Listless | ota

[brbsleep]

soldier 76 | overwatch

[mylawn]

(ota!)

[good_bamf_ugly]

[After that big mess on the hypertrain, McCree kept his head down as he navigated through Houston, a little more complicated than intended but life had a bad habit of throwing stray bullets his way, figuratively and literally. Having to deal with all that also put a damper on some of his emergency funding, which made the prospect of a ten-million bounty sound extra appealing. It was hard to ignore reports about the guy--this Solider 76--and turns out he was recently seen in Dorado.

McCree figured there could be worse things to stick his nose into. With Talon causing a ruckus over that pink cube thing, maybe it was related. He didn't entirely care what or why for, but money like that sure did talk big.

So another hypertrain he took, this time much more uneventful. By the time he arrives in the outskirts of Dorado it's late. It's easy to commandeer an old abandoned farm doing little than growing crops of dust and dirt and maybe a stray cactus as a campsite. Plenty to burn in a fire. Nice and cozy and inviting to anyone with a number on their head, he thinks. Despite the long travel he doesn't feel much like sleep. He convinces himself he did enough of it on the train. Or maybe he's just wondering what kind of man gets a grudge like that for Overwatch, apparently. What a mess that turned out to be... right.

He takes a long gander at the moon and it's angry gorilla inhabitants and watches his cigar smoke trail around it until a breeze takes it away, wondering if he'll attract the right kind of attention or if he'll have to go looking for itself later.

Either way suited him just fine.]

Hanzo Shimada | Overwatch

[with_honor]

[asoulatpeace]

[Any preference on prompts?]

clint barton | mcu

[fistmele]