insomnia queen

ultimate-drama-queen  asked:

Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?

Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help. 

Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.   

He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -

He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said. Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment. 

“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.  

“Yes, insomnia.”

Scott was quiet for several seconds.  “Do you have your pillow?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill. 

“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”

“No drugs, Scott.”


I said no drugs, Scott.” 

The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.

“Sorry, man, I have to go.” 

He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.


At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.

It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car. 

Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.

Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice. 

In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now. 

It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically. 

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”

Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah, I missed you, too. 

Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly. 

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Milkshakes and Epiphanies

“Well this is just ridiculous! Snow thew up her hands. "Emma is not gay.” She announced far too loudly for a private conversation. “Regina is not gay!” Now everybody at Granny’s Diner was none-too- subtly staring at their table. “I think I would know if my daughter and or my stepmother were gay.”

David slunk down in his seat a little, very aware of the spectacle his wife was making.

Both Maleficent and her daughter Lily let out an almost identical chuckle. Then they looked at each other and things became instantly awkward between them.

“Snow, you don’t exactly have the world’s best gaydar.” Ruby gently reminded her friend, “And gay is really not the best term. They could identify as bisexual or-”

“Regina was married to my father! For years!” Her voice went up an octave.

“Yeah, that is um-” Tinkerbell spoke up from her place at the counter beside Dr Whale, “-not the best example.” Her face was turning red. Beside her, Whale with his bleached-blonde hair, snickered.

“But Robin?”

Kathryn pointedly looked away, suddenly extremely interested in the wallpaper.

And Daniel?“

Belle patted her on the shoulder, "She did have a bit of a reputation during her more” she cleared her throat, “daring days.”

Gold’s jaw dropped open and he stared at his wife as if she’d grown a second head. She did herself no favors by turning scarlet red.

“She was well known in certain circles.” Mulan added with an award winning poker face and no further details.

Snow had gone from white to red in the face, her jaw worked but no sounds came out.

“And Emma-” Ruby hesitated, “Well, let’s just say that she’s-”

“Engaged to Killian!” Snow all but screamed.

“And yet she stares at my sister like she’s starving and Regina is a buffet.” Zelena added her opinion to the discussion whether it was wanted or not. “Honestly, I was pretty sure they were an item when I first arrived.” She rolled her eyes, “Their gal-pal act is a little hard to swallow these days. Emma became The Dark One to save Regina. I mean, I like my sister and all; but I wouldn’t make her a sandwich, let alone sacrafice myself to pure evil and chaos.”

“I think they are a much better together than apart. They balance each other out.” Violet smiled, “Emma relaxes Regina and Regina grounds Emma. They need each other.” Henry, across from Violet, had his head down and was beating his forehead against the table.

Snow had stopped speaking, but she did have an odd look on her face. Like she had just had an epiphany.

The Diner fell silent, but for the bell jingling over the door. Emma, with Neal in her arms, and Regina, with Robyn in hers, cane in, completely oblivious to the community forum that had just occurred. They moved without speaking, pulling chairs and high chairs over to the table that say closest to both Snow and David and Henry and Violet. They worked in-sync, settling toddlers, sitting down and saying hellos.

Emma was the first to notice the now very awkward silence. “What?”

No one said a word.

blindbae-deactivated20170910  asked:

“May I have this dance?” Omg Noctis :O Like what we talked about the other night xD <3

FINALLY! Kept changing a few things. Damn inspiration or whateves. :D

Word count: 3,271 Warnings<?>: JEALOUS NOCTIS, possessive Noctis, rough sex.

Also a few cameos and hints at things that I like the idea of. Like Cor and Talcott being related. Wonder if everyone will pick up on the little things. hehe

Tagging: @themissimmortal @stunninglyignis @stephicness @neko-otaku13 @insomniacapples @cactwerk @laili2104 @mistressoli @miss-scientia @misssarahdoll @major-artery @sylleblossompetals @lupanaoflaminar @gudetamazing @nifwrites

“May I have this dance?” A ambassador asked her again it was at least the fifth dance she has been apart of since the start of this gala event.

Not once has she danced with her husband, the King of Insomnia Noctis Lucis Caelum the Savior, the one to end the Starscourge and live to tell the tale. The gala was to celebrate the first birthday of the heir to the throne, Iskra the little one was finally making her first birthday and this was a formal party for her. Of course the “star” of the party had gone to bed hours ago but all the adults were still up and going because this really was just a party of pleasure.

Expect Noctis was not having any pleasure at all.

In fact he was feeling, rage, jealously and a headache brewing. Every time he went to approach his beautiful wife and queen someone would either get to her first and ask for a dance or someone would come up to him to talk about the recent rebuilding of the Regis University Building. It was getting on his nerves seeing that beautiful dress hug her perfect form while other men had their hands on her, some were proper holding them practically a foot from her body.

BUT there were others that had their hands practically all over her, from her hips to her sides to her shoulders. It was becoming too much for Noctis to handle things just kept getting in his way to you and he was trying to be civil and adult about it but the little green monster that appeared on his shoulder was taking on a the size of Gladiolus very quickly.

“Hey Noct, smile!” Prompto shouted as he came over to his best friend, his lovely wife standing beside him eying the crowd a smirk on her face as she spotted the Queen.

Prompto was holding his trusty camera right in front of Noctis, there as no way he could even fake a smile at the moment. He wanted to take the newly appointed representative of Lestallum and beat him over the head with a engine blade as his hands traveled low down on your hips. Noctis bit his tongue turning dangerously jealous blue eyes towards the smiling shutterbug.

“Not now Prom.” Noctis said pushing him away some, moving towards the throne where his wine was sitting he needed a drink.

“But it’s for the paper!” Prompto said rushing over to his friend who was downing the wine rather quickly.

“Prompto I don’t care who it is for, okay? I am not in the mood for anything.” Noctis growled as his purple tinged eyes focused on his loving wife.


“You know your daughter will grow up to be a lovely bride to be you know that? I have a son just a year older…” A member of the council from a newly reformed Nifelheim had said as his hands pressed to your sides making you loose your breath a bit, this was starting to get too much and where was Noctis in all of this?

“That is nothing I want to be talking about right now.” You replied looking towards the throne where you found your husband who was talking to Prompto.

Prompto was snapping photos of him Noctis was no happy you could tell it by the look on his face and that face was so pouty right now you really wanted to kiss it until he smiled.

“Well it’s the best time to do that arranged marriages generally happen by the time the daughter reaches two, consider me a go getter if you will my Queen.” He spoke again the leering tone in his voice strong.

“Ah no that is something that my husband the King will be dealing with and I will assist him in it but honestly I am not all that big on arranged marriages.” You answered him as the song ended, pulling away quickly, you wanted to see your husband.

“My Majesty this dance please!” Talcott Hester had asked of you, looking down at you charmingly with those large brown eyes.

You couldn’t resist Talcott he had rescued Noctis when he had emerged from the Crystal and had been such a great help ever since. Plus he was so sweet. Nodding you started the next song with him, he was really polite where he held his hands looking a bit shy as he realized that a hand needed to go to your waist. Nervously clearing his throat gingerly placed a hand there barely touching the dress itself.

“It was nice of you to invite me to the party, not really royalty or anything.” Talcott said giving you a broad smile, perfect white teeth flashing adoringly.

“Oh of course Talcott all the nice things you’ve done since Iskra has been born and beforehand really, I would have to be foolish not to involve you and your Uncle.” You said as you spotted Cor Leonis conversing with a unknown female.

“I saw how they were treating you earlier, you know? I don’t really know how to dance beyond this little two step.” Talcott replied as you had noticed he was only shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“They were just being drunk nobles.” You said with a sigh.

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anonymous asked:

May i place a request? What if the chocobros s/o during the ten years going missing, but after the dawn the boys discovered a Moogle Village protected by a magical barrier for keeping deamons at bay and they find out their s/o have lived here as a member of the tribe and healer but the moogle are reluctant to send them away? (They get attached to them, poor creatures)

Aww, I haven’t seen a Moogle in so long! Super cute! Moogles are like my third favorite FF mascot!


“Are you sure this is the right way?” Prompto asked, as they moved through the waist high water.

It felt almost surreal that they were traveling together, all of them, for the first time in 10 years. With Insomnia being rebuilt and Noctis to take the throne by the end of the month, was it a good idea for them to be going through this old cave system in search of possibly a false lead?

“Iris, mention there was a lot of strange activity here and that most hunters who come through this way are often confused and led astray.” Ignis replied.

“What do you say Your Highness, should we keep going or turn around?” Gladiolus inquired.

“We’ve come this far,” Noctis stated, his hand resting on the cave wall, only to gasp.

Before them was a village, straw huts, tropical fruit trees and what appeared to be Moogles, hundreds, upon hundreds of Moogles. On an island in the middle of the lake, a crystal clear lake that looked to have been protected from the years of darkness. Stepping closer, they found a barrier a soft shimmering barrier.

Focusing the magic of the King the barrier allowed them through, as they moved toward the island. The Moogles stopped what they were doing, as they stared at the new trespassers, clearly standing out in their blacks upon the light pinks and whites of their kind. Yet the barrier let them in, they were not deamon, maybe they were friends of the Lady Healer?

Noctis nearly stumbled as he felt something tug on his cape, before noticing a Moogle was tugging him in a different direction. Turning to the others as he noticed they were surrounded as well.

“I believe they are trying to tell us something.” Ignis stated, “Shall we see where they lead us?”

Noctis nodded, “All right lead the way.”

The small floating creatures moved them through the village towards a large hut, much, much larger than the others.  One of the Moogles quickly rushed in, before they heard a female voice.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” They called, before the body appeared before the door, a gasp fell from their lips, as they stared ahead. “Oh my gods.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so I've seen that prompt about the child from the future going to the past to change things/see their parents before they die thing. Can I have one for Nyx please? Thank you! ~nyx15imagines


*blows air horn*


Read Noctis, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto here!

{2,573 words}

When you meet him, unbeknownst to you, it’s the first day of the end of days.

A day that begins not unlike the rest.

“Do you have to go?” You murmur the whine against Nyx’s lips as he pulls back and sighs.

“Unfortunately, yes. Drautos wasn’t too happy with the stunt I pulled at the border.”

You trace the side of his face with your hand as your brows draw together in antipathy. “Your stunt,” you scoff, “yeah, saving Libertus’ life who’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”

Nyx leans into your touch, his eyelids fluttering closed, and growls, “And that’s where the captain and I don’t exactly see eye to eye.”

You let out a sigh and rest your forehead against his. You’re sitting up in bed, the sheets pulled around your bare form as he leans over you, Kingsglaive uniform on and ready to go.

“Babe,” he begins reluctantly, pulling back, but you clutch him tighter.

“Just one minute,” you beg, yanking him down for another heated kiss. “Just one more.”

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In the Moment (Nyx Ulric)

I’m back! Hopefully…

I have written this one over a span of two whole days and I have to say that it started out great, but then I kinda lost my sole aim for what I wanted the imagine to be on. I had a totally different sence for the Reader and Nyx, but I couldn’t find myself to write it, so I chose the complex route. It turned out to be really long and I just told myself to finish it, so that’s what I did. I want to apologize, because I believe it got really crappy and I would hate to waste your time on a crappy imagine. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and feel free to comment whatever you please! :)

Word Count: 3458

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If you really twisted my arm and made me choose an all-time favorite character, not just from FMA, but from anything, I think I would have to choose Lust.

Her development weaves beautifully with the show’s major arcs; unique, but still so connected to the most central themes of the series in spite of her limited interactions with the protagonists. Her quiet, deeply personal journey of self-discovery and internal philosophizing blows the tired trope of “What makes a human?” out of the water and breathes nuance into it. Hers is an arc of intense self-questioning usually only given to male characters, and it revolves heavily around men without ever subtracting from her own agency in the plot.

But writing is only part of the battle in a TV series, and BONES beautifully sells Lust’s shifting demeanor throughout canon through her expressions and body language alone. Pictured above is basically all of this character’s screentime. Comparatively, there isn’t a whole lot, but none of it is wasted, even though the truly head-turning segments of her arc don’t show until the series is already three-fifths over.

Episodes 1-34

Lust is effectively sold to the audience as the femme-fetale and the puppetmaster. Although there are whispers of a person who is in control of the homunculi, we are never given the impression that Lust has no control over the situation. She hides in the shadows, smirks and muses to herself from a distance, plays coy with the humans. This facade cracks only once: when Edward accuses her of being hungry for nothing but power. It is perhaps the first moment of unguarded emotion we see, and it is over as quickly as it begins, leaving use questioning, leaving us wanting more. 

But we aren’t going to get it for another 12 episodes.

Episodes 35-42

The tumult of her character’s journey. We see Lust through her own unguarded eyes and in her own environment rather than through the eyes of other characters. She’s not just showing up to stir the pot when it’s convenient, anymore. From the viewer’s perspective, she starts to remember her human life, but from an in-universe perspective, this first started happening to her two years ago. Beginning with her ruined reunion with Lujon and concluding with her first betrayal of Dante and the subsequent death of Scar, Lust is exploring. She is answering questions about herself, (Where did she come from?) only to be met with harder ones (Who is she, really?). She confronts the only remaining fragments of her past head-on, and it ends in disaster and a fall from grace with the only party she can call an ally. Played by Dante’s intentionally provoking decisions in Lior and desperate for answers and humanity, she throws away her allegiance to the other sins only to lose the spark of hope and connection to the past she has discovered for herself.

Save for Gluttony’s love and undying trust (Gluttony, whom she left behind to pursue her goals), she is now, effectively, completely alone.

Episodes 43-47

Lust breaks slowly, quietly, and with such grace that she finds meaning even in her measly death on an abandoned factory floor at the hands of a confused child. Her final weeks are like the last, no-holds-barred stand of a dwindled army. In a darkly appropriate full circle, she’s dragged from the desert back to Dante with her head hung in defeat. If there could be one added scene in the series, I would want it to be her capture between 42 and 43. There is so much potential for interaction between her and her fellow homunculi in those off screen moments, but we do get a pretty good idea of how it went down simply from body language. Pride and Sloth are quite pleased with themselves. Gluttony is terrified. 

And Lust is in a state of broken silence that never completely leaves her from this point forward.

There are genuine smiles, now, but they’re sad, weighted, and tired. She has dared to lower her walls a hair, only to have them stripped away and exploited. All she has left is a shaky alliance with the Elrics, and we know how well that goes.

Can there ever be dignity in death? It is a debatable question, but Lust comes damn close to it. She has exhausted every option, explored every feeble opportunity for hope beyond her life as an enslaved homunculus, but the cards were stacked against her from the start. She faces death with her memories of humanity and a gentle smile. It may not be a traditional blaze of glory, but it is a transcendence from all that has caused her suffering in her doomed second life. 

She’s free.

Oh goodness >w<
And since we’re talking about the older version of Iggy, Gladio, and Prompto, I’m assuming that it’ll be the 10 year timeskip of themselves (meaning a Blind!Ignis as well).

This is gonna be really, really long, I tell you XDD
Why? Because that’s an amazing idea right there and I over-elaborated the story perhaps, too much.

I’m sorry it took a while, though!

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Time and Love don’t go well together, it seems (Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto)

There was once a myth passed around the kingdom of Lucis. An old lore to the commoners; an urban legend to the servants of the Lucian Royal Family— especially those directly connected to the Crystal, such as the Crownsguards.

The myth has varied over the time, but essentially stated the following:

“Every hundred years, a strange phenomenon happens within the walls of the Citadel, home of the Lucian Royal Family. The Crystal— bestowed upon by the Divine Beings to humanity, casts its mystical powers to the worthiest of its protectors.

What happens to the chosen is unclear. Some had disappeared and caused unexplained anomalies, yet some returned with gifts of knowledge of the distant future.

A dangerous power the Crystal grants to the worthy outside of the Royal Family. The reason is unclear and unknown to humanity
yet known only by the Crystal itself
which shall be recognized by the compelled.”

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King!Noctis reacting to S/O announcing pregnancy

Hey :3 it’s been forever, oh my. >.< I’ve been working on some stuff and this ended up being the next thing I decided to upload.

All other chocobros will follow within the next days! Due to the length I chose against squeezing them into one upload.^^

Edit: Gladiolus can be found here. Prompto can be found here. Ignis here.

For Noctis, I decided that it plays after the game. However, there are no spoilers in here (I think), so you should be fine even if you haven’t finished the game. [let me know if you think smth is a spoiler, pls.]

Genre: Fluff, no sadness, alternative ending, pregnancy announcement

Words: 2500+

The queen of Insomnia was nervous, incredibly nervous. For the past 6 years, they had been dating and about three years ago, he popped the question: Noctis proposed to her. There was no doubt she’d say yes. Everyone knew about their relationship, it was never a secret, to begin with. The entire nation eagerly awaited their engagement. Their wedding was enormous, every corner of Insomnia celebrated their relationship. Posters, cakes, special merchandise, a beautiful dress,… it was perfect. 

There was only one question that bothered both of them: When’s the next prince coming? Or will it be a princess? Is she pregnant?

Friends joked about it, especially Prompto, the news reported on it and whenever the queen was just a tiny bit bloated, they assumed she was pregnant. Rumors spread like wildfire. Unfortunately, they never were expecting.
It was quite common that the next heir was born either shortly after the wedding or conceived within the next months. But it’s been over three years by now. People even went as far as to doubt their marriage. Reporters spread fake news regarding split ups all the time. To stop those comments, the queen did her best to show public affection to her beloved whenever she could. But that wasn’t enough. 

Part of the nation still stopped believing in their relationship. Not once did they consider stress playing a big role in this.
The couple wanted nothing more than a baby, but that was easier said than done. 

(there’s a read more here)

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This might be cruel, (and I am literally sorry Noctis x Luna shippers) but I wish that after Luna died that Noctis, finally, shifts his feelings to Iris, and had some peace with her before sacrificing himself. We all know Iris had a huge crush on him, and it is a shame he never saw her as nothing more, but a sister.

Maybe in alternative universe, Noctis could had lived, and alongside Iris, ruled over Insomnia, as King and Queen. Iritis 4eva! <3

A Fantastic Adventure - King’s Cage AU Part 7

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“Told you it would work,” I muttered, turning to Shade. Of course Farley had originally aimed her gun at us and spouted off curses, but it worked out. Once Farley had put her gun away, we were able to have a small conversation, but I did hear her whisper to herself once or twice that she was going crazy. If it hadn’t been so serious- that, and Shade would’ve scolded me -I would have laughed.

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