#Sleeper Catcher

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Little River Band – Shut Down Turn Off

[circeyoru]

Nightmare Catcher = Requested

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] - separate

The Request

Alastor, The Radio Demon

Alastor’s a light sleeper or he doesn’t sleep. You do and he doesn’t find fault in that. He’d sit on his side of the bed with a book in hand or some times he’ll be writing in a notebook gifted by you for some broadcasting ideas, all while the his bedstand’s lamp is on at the lowest possible lighting

He’s notice you groaning and shifting in your sleep. The shifting was normal, but not the groaning and the way your face crunched up in distress. His eyes turn to you and observes for a while before muttering soft, “Dear? My darling?”

You don’t reply but the groaning and shifting continues

Now that he’s positive you’re having a nightmare, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible to not freak you out too much. Probably nudging you or shaking you awake

If you wake up, like snap awake, he’ll apologize for waking you and explain you were groaning and shifting more than usual. He doesn’t ask if you have a nightmare, he’ll let you say it to him. Either way, he’ll reassure you the same. Whatever you dreamed wouldn’t happen to you. Whoever was trying to cause you harm wouldn’t be able to come near you. 

He’ll be there to protect you 

If you don’t wake up, he’ll put away his stuff and lay down next to you, turning off the lights. As gently and smoothly as he could, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close to him. Adjusting you so you’d be listening to his heartbeat while his hand patted the back of your head

His humming calms you down and you unconsciously latch onto him too

When you wake up the next day, neither of you will talk about it unless you bring it up. Otherwise, Alastor will comment how he had another lovely night with you and the two of you would make breakfast together

Vox, The TV Demon

Here’s a question. How do you sleep with a demon with a TV for a head?

Funny thing. Vox doesn’t sleep on a bed, he sits in a very very comfortable giant chair without any hard surfaces and sleeps like that

Now you don’t do that. Nope. You sleep on the bed

So when you have a nightmare? You wake up in a cold sweat and looked around. You got your barings hugging a pillow and wrapped your blanket around you for comfort. You mutter Vox’s name, hoping he hears you somewhere since you didn’t know if he was awake or asleep

If he was awake, he’d catch your name calling and zap through the technology to your room. “What’s wrong? There an intruder?”

You hug onto him, still wrapped up but your pillow was discarded. While he hates dealing with childish acts (Valentino), you were an exception

He brings you back to the bed and has you comfortable before asking what’s wrong. Whether you tell him or not, he plays you funny videos on his TV screen to lighten you up or music to calm you down until your eyes get droopy and you yawn. He stays by your side until you sleep, he silently works beside you though

If he was asleep. Haha. Good luck. Oh, not you, it’s Vox. If it’s one thing he doesn’t like people seeing it was his sleeping form. Because he shuts down, with a black screen and all that. He has like a fixed schedule set to wake up after shutting down

Still, he gave you a special code to his quarters when you need to come. You wrapped up in your blanket and hugging your pillow tip-toed to Vox’s room. On the way, you’d be debate whether to go or not. You went

You poked his screen first, he doesn’t wake up. His chair was big and comfty, matching that of a bed’s. So you got comfortable on Vox’s lap, leaning on his chest with your ears on top of where his heart would be, your pillow on the armrest to cushion your back then you covered the both of you in the giant blanket

You kissed the side of his face (screen) and said night. Slowly falling asleep

Next day, Vox thought Valentino or Velvette played a prank on him. Imagine his surprise to find you on his lap peacefully asleep. He checked last night’s CCTV to make sure you weren’t in danger, just a nightmare, he bets

But he delays his schedules and shows just to enjoy you on his lap

(a full day of work was gone and Vox got a vacation from taking care of Valentino)

Lucifer, The King of Hell

I swear he’s the one with nightmares- But this time it was you with the nightmares

He immediately stirs when you shift too much, even getting warmer to the point that he felt like he was hugging a heater. He wake up and notice immediately you’re having a nightmare

He copies what you do for him. Wake you up gently and holds your cheeks so you’d be focusing on him. “Look at me, My Apple. You’re safe with me.”

He leads you to do a breathing exercise with him, when you were done and more calm, his forehead connects with yours. He asks if you want to talk about, since he felt better when you listened to him, he offers the same to you

You nodded

Lucifer immediately starts snapping his fingers, conjuring so much familiar objects and items. They were all your favourites. From comfort items, entertainment, food and even drinks. He spared no expenses for you

His goofy attitude lightened you up and you almost forget about the nightmare. Still though, you tell him

Midway, he summons his wings and wrap you around with them, a comforting reminder that he was there with you. You comb your hands through his wings, even leaning against them with a comforted sigh

Lucifer laid you back down, this time with his wings as the blanket and his chest as the pillow. He sings softly to lull you to sleep, humming after you were sleeping until he was positive you were dead asleep, then he’ll sleep

Next morning? He surprises you with a day at his Lu Lu Land. He’s such a goof ball you can’t resist him

Note: Ha! There! How you like this? Next try on Vox actually. Surprised I got more to write for him than I imagine. I thought he'd have the least content

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[sintiva]

just the two of us..// ｡* lumberjack!reiner x blackfem!reader

｡*:･summary: just a hunky man tending to his needy wife 😮‍💨

｡*:･cw: established relationship, nipple play/sucking, body worship if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, fingering, penetrative sex, cervix fucking, creampie... lmk if I missed anything 🫶🏽

｡*:･notes: respectfully bringing this back, cause yeah, also tagging @eiflawriting👩🏽‍🦯 ac: @/uriellebeaupre15 on twt

lumberjack!reiner who starts his day off early every single morning. he sets his alarm for five; a quiet one that doesn’t wake you because he’s a light sleeper, and wakes up as soon as he hears the light chime. he goes to brush his teeth and wash his face, sometimes mistaking your products for his own because he’s too drowsy to function.

lumberjack!reiner who gives you a soft smooch on your lips — sometimes he’s a bit selfish and slips his tongue past your puffy lips cause he’s so intrigued with you. you get prettier by the day. it gets harder to pull away from the kiss every day, but he has to stop before he earns himself a painful erection. he carefully slips on his dark denim jeans and a white vest. one that barely covers his chest and would soon be dampened by the mass of sweat he concurs as he chops wood. he wraps a dark forest green flannel around his waist and trudges out of the room with his heavy work boots in his hand.

lumberjack!reiner who can’t get over how delicate his house looks, because of how enchanting it is. tapestries hung from nearly every wall, there’s incense burners scattered all over. you have cute dream catchers lining the ceiling; some paintings and little figurines and gnome decorations littered everywhere. you're his cute little fairy who just loves things to be pretty and full. a nice warm sun cascades into the house shining a golden overcast onto the house. everything lights up and brings him an overwhelming sense of peace. it makes him giggle that he’s found himself to be with such a delicate charm like yourself.

lumberjack!reiner whose very healthy and beefy. he has to bend over to reach into the fridge to pull out the bowl of overnight oats that you prepared for him the night before. you made them with regular steel cut oats, some granola, vanilla almond milk and a dollop of honey. they’re his absolute favorite, and sometimes he’ll boil an egg to have with it in order to get a bit more protein. he sits at the dining table and focuses his eyes on the tree stump and the logs around it that he forget to store from yesterday. he rolls his eyes and huffs a big breath, because that’ll take up more of his time — more of his precious time from you.

lumberjack!reiner who washes his dish and sets out to go and chop some wood, he heads over to the storage barn you guys have that sits a bit close to the house, when he realized how much you loved to gawk at him while he worked he made sure that the barn was close. he returns from it with his big ole’ goggles sitting on his face and his axe in hand. reiner’s real strong so picking up stumps is easy for him. he decides to go light today and chop about 15, since he chopped nearly 40 yesterday. he was so sore from yesterday that you thought he’d take a break and go easy today — which he was. he usually chops for about four hours so today would be a breeze.

lumberjack!reiner whose grunts get louder by the hour as he cuts down the stumps. by now it’s 6:30 and you’re waking up yourself. you hear his grunts and groans and your eyes immediately shoot open because only you know how much you love to watch your husband cut the wood. you quickly slip on your house shoes and run into the bathroom to take care of your morning breath. you gargle mouthwash and place little dots of moisturizer all over your skin. you shimmy into your kitchen to get a good look at him through the window and you're instantly melting.

lumberjack!reiner whose vest now sticks to his skin, but he’s slowly peeling it off. even that sole action has his biceps, pecks and veins bulging all over. your mouth instantly waters and you feel your knees buckle. you see the sweat that slips in between the divets of his abs as he runs his big, beefy hand down his face to get rid of some sweat. your sweet cunny aches at the site of him so big and strong. he’s so well built and fine you just can’t believe that he’s your handsome hubby. all yours

lumberjack!reiner whose eyes nearly disappear when he smiles so hard from seeing you run outside in your night gown and head scarf. “mornin’, darlin. did you sleep well?” he grins. “mhmph, i did.” you nod your head eagerly and walk closer to him.  you grip onto his arms and get on your tippy toes, puckering your lips so he’d give you a kiss. “did you miss me?” he smirked, barely pulling his lips away so you could feel him mouth the words against your lips. 

“you should’ve woken me up,” you huff, “you know how much i love to watch you do your man stuff.” you pout, two toned lips forming the prettiest pout that he can’t just help to kiss. “i know, i’d just hate to wake you up from your sleep, especially when you sleep so beautifully.” the rasp in his voice and his giant calloused hand that rubs your cheek has your heart skating around your chest.

“w-well from now on wake me up, okay?”

“pretty please?” you bat your lashes and run your hand along his abdomen, nearly folding at the feeling. his body is rock hard — solid and reflects a true sign of his continuous long days of work. “i will, darlin’,” he smirks, “just don’t get mad at me if i can’t bring myself to do it.”

“reiii, stop being so perfect and caring” you pout again. you don’t know if it’s the sweat that trickles down his skin, or the strew of a mess his hair is in, or honestly how much bigger he’s gotten, but you can’t get enough of him. you press your arms together — squeeze ‘em tight along your chest so that the fat of them pours over the low neck line of your night gown. “tell me you’ll wake me up before you start working in the morning.”

you catch a glimpse of him gawking at your breast before he licks his lips and lowers them to press against the shell of your ear. “i think you need me to do something more than that, darlin’,” he whsipers kindly before dropping his axe and wrapping his rough fingers around your throat. “what do i need, rei?” you wrap your hands around his wrist, you need both hands to get a good hold of it. he squeezes a bit tighter, feeling the chords of them vibrate as you gulp down your spit.

“need a good fucking. that’s what you need,” he breathes, “gonna let me fuck this little pussy of yours?” and he won’t wait for an answer. you paw at his chest and that’s an answer in itself, since he rendered your vocals useless. he drops his hands and situates them right under your butt to pick you up.

reiner picks you up with such ease it’s scary to think about how much stronger he is than you. most times his actions and body don’t match up. you wonder how such a big, beefy, burly man makes you melt into his touches. you think about how a man with such rough hands can trace such soft and intricate details into your skin that has you throbbing in your center. he places you right on his cutting stump and presses his lips on yours. “not letting you go this time.” he breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes.

your irises reel him in and keep him stuck in a trance like an ant stuck in a sweet, sticky pile of honey. he just can’t look away — he won’t look away. with two fingers he pulls the front of your skimpy night gown down, and makes quick work of his tongue. he sucks one of your hardened nipples right into his mouth and subtly “bites” down on it but only with his lips. “ah! rei…” you moan. not only is he skilled with his physique but his mouth’s a piece of work on it’s own.

he places wet kisses along your tits, one’s that form a sloppy heart around your areoles and he finishes off his art by sucking on your nipple; letting the tip of his tongue flick the sensitive bud until your pussy is weeping. your hips buck up as you feel your greedy hole clench around absolutely nothing. “feeling greedy are we?” he pops his mouth right off your nipple with a hard suction. “little thing need some filling does it, sweet heart?” he teases.

you nod your head and spread your legs further apart so he can nuzzle his way in between them. he uses his right hand to hold you up and keep your self situated on the stump by holding onto his shoulders. he’s so much bigger than you, he’s nearly enveloping your whole body and shielding you from the giant forest that resides behind you both. he places his scarry fingers in his mouth — just two of them to coat in his spit, but it’s not like he needed to anyways your folds were glosses in a thick layer of your essence already.

he slips his muscly arm in between your two bodies and flips his wrist so that his fingers can easily slide through you, “already so wet…” he hums. you shiver slightly from the cool wind that shakes the tree leaves. you moan a “mhm”.

“i like to watch you work-” you squeal, he thrusts a big finger inside of you, grazing your hot walls and cutting of any coherent thought. he tickles you, runs his fingers along the ridges of your gooey walls and curls it up. “oh? is that right, darlin?” he crooks a smile and rest his head right in the small crook of your neck. he striking a match as he diligently lets his finger dwell too long in your soft, pulsing heat. the pad of his finger presses perfectly against your spongy spot that sits right at the top, it’s soft and is warm to the touch. it’s his favorite spot to abuse with his big fingers and giant cock.

“rei-reiii,” you drool, a thin drop of saliva falls out the corner of your mouth as your body begins to curl up. he instantly yanks your thighs back open, pressing his fingers into the fat of your thighs. he feels your arousal slowly seep out, your insides grow increasingly warmer as his finger thumps against your g-spot. “feels like your pussy’s cryin’, sweet heart.”

“need me to stuff it up so it stops?” he pouts at your face and bumps his nose against yours. he knows your about to cum when you buck your hips up and grind against his fingers a bit harder. “come on, can’t cum if you don’t answer…” he grows stern; though it’s only a facade, because he can feel a fiery heat churning low in his groin. he feels the tip of his cock throb when you can only whine back a sweet, “wan’ you inside.”

“all you had to do was ask, darlin.” he kisses your neck, and pulls his slicked up finger out. reiner locks your arms behind his neck as he works to unbuckle that thick belt that holds his jeans up. he quickly pushes his pants down and leaves them right at his ankles. you look down and watch how his thighs look as they ripple with every step, or change of footing he makes. “so, so big rei.” you gently suck on his neck and bring him a bit closer.

you hear him chuckle as he dips his hands into his brief’s and gives his cock a couple languid strokes. his tips twitches profusely as he swipes his thumb over the slit, coating his length in a sheen of pre. he scoots closer to your body, one hands is lining up the thick head of his cock with your gooey entrance and the other is ok your hip making sure he doesn’t fuck you off the stump. “ready for me, darlin?”

he doesn’t really wait, because you always get so nervous as you wait for his thick intrusion. he bends his knees and slips the fat tip of his cock into your messy pussy. his dick curves up and always slides against your insides in the rightest ways. you feel him breaching you, he’s nearly halfway in and you clamp down on him. “don’t wanna let me in?” he groans; feeling the near suffocation of his cock inside of you. “i-i do,” you stutter, “you’re ‘st too big.”

“you say that,” he grunts, and with a snap of his hips he’s sheathed himself entirely in, “but you take it so well.” the force of his hips knocks the air from your lungs and nearly knocks you off the stump. “ooh- fuck!” your face screws in pure delight as you feel the mass of him fill you up. there’s no space left and he grins in satisfaction as your nails dig into the great expanse of his back. he fucks you with a purpose that only he can muster.

he further pushes your body into the stump making you feel even smaller as his dick rams into you pussy. you grip onto him tighter and your moans float all through the trees, they bounce around the forest and come slamming back into your own ears. “you’re so loud,” he teases, “gonna make someone hear how good i’m makin’ ya feel.” there’s nobody for a couple miles, thought it seems as if he tries to fuck you so hard till someone does hear.

the underside of his cock pulses and his big breeder balls just wind up so tight each time they smack against you. he switches up his stroke going painfully slow or brutally fast. he can never keep a rhythm cause he’ll cum too quick. “mm… you always like to tease.” you whimper. his cock presses into your cervix at your comment making you flinch from the feeling.

“oh, do i?”

he cocks his brow and rolls his hips. he’s completely inside you and he doesn’t plan on pulling out. your toes curl in your house hoesand your legs lock around his waist. you dig the back of your heels into his back edging him in so much deeper, more than you can take.

“rei-,” you moan. he can tell by the pitchy volume you’re close to cumming. not only that, but your poor little pussy feels so battered and full, you just can’t help but fall apart from your hubby’s cock. he leans over you and lets his hands grip along the rounded edge of the stump for stability. he pistons his hips, pumping himself through your folds so fast because he feels his nerve about to break. all of his weight is nearly on-top of you making it impossible for your to escape his sharp thrust.

“fu- mmph… fuckkk, babe!“ you scream out. his thrust have become sharper and he’s caging you into his body to trap you. when he gets like this, taken over with a form of ecstasy that can only be released when he cums; you realize you can’t go anywhere. the lustful grunts and the lewd squelching of your pussy makes his heart beat heavy in his chest. his lip is held securely between his teeth as he listens to how your pretty moans make it seem as if his cock could bulge any bigger.

he feels the liquid begin to dribble out the head of his cock before he’s biting down onto your shoulder. the thick vein that settles at the underside of his cock twitches as he cums deep into your slippery walls. his balls wind up tight, and he clenches his fist tighter along the stump as he ruts all of his creamy, hot release into his favorite person. nothing better than morning where he gets to fill up his pretty fairy.

“feel that,” he groans, “feel me cumming inside. that's what this little pussy does to me.” and you can’t even respond, because feeling his cum slosh around inside of you, and feeling just how deep he plants himself inside makes your release come right after. you whine, sinfully squeezing your legs around his torso. your trembles are long and hard as you feel your pussy throb your orgasm. if someone was around they’d be able to hear the shrill scream you let out as you came on your hubby’s cock.

“it was that good, huh?” he chuckled deeply as he stroked his finger along your cheek. he swore he saw stars in your eyes as you smiled up at him looking like a pure ditz. nothing was on your mind minus the subtle throbbing of his half hardened cock, that still stirred in you as he rocked his hips against you gently. “uh huh…” you gazed at him with a pretty sparkle in your eyes.

he slowly pulled himself out letting his heads of cum dribble out of you slowly. he fixed his pants and patted your head, giggling at your soft fucked out gaze. “just gon’ sit here and look pretty all day?” he laughed. “i can’t move, you gonna pick me up?

you stretched out your arms for him to lift you up and he did. he propped his hands on your waist and nearly flung you up into his arms. he tickled your tummy as he carries you back in the house. “my big strong man.” you praise as he sets you down by the dining table. a deep blush washes over his face before he turns his head away.

“come on, this big strong man says you need to eat. cause i know ya didn’t.” he sighs.

“but i feel so, so full, rei.”

“you play too much,” he chuckles cause he knows exactly what you’re referring to, “that’s not food.”

“okayyy, fineee.”

[barrenclan]

Name: Longest-Claws

Role: Leader

Ex-Mate: Sharpest-Eye

Children: Best-Salmon-Catcher, Deepest-Sleeper, Fiercest-Roar

Bio: A fearsome and arrogant brown bear. Longest-Claws led a rogue group of predators that banded together to increase their strength and spoils. His ego only grew from there.

He abandoned his mate, Sharpest-Eye, to start his group, and she ruined his reputation around other bears in the area in turn.

[forbiddengalaxy]

Newtina Headcanons from my works because it’s Monday and I’m sad:

- Tina is always cold. It could be Sahara desert levels of temperature and her hands are like ice cubes.

- Newt however is always warm which he hates in the summer but in the winter he finds useful. Tina also finds it useful because it’s like having her own personal heater

- Tina can’t cook and due to several incidences is banned from baking entirely by Jacob

- Tina drinks her coffee in like two gulps while Newt likes to take his time with tea

- Tina’s comfort food is grilled cheese and comfort sweet thing is cinnamon rolls. Obviously when Hot Dogs are unavailable

- Newts an early riser but Tina is usually close behind. This means they usually have time in the morning just to sit.

- Tina is a clingy sleeper

- Newt,despite his love of creatures, isn’t a fan of insects. Especially spiders meaning Tina is the spider catcher in the house

- Tina talks in her sleep. Shopping lists,random words, most things. Queenie used to secretly cast a silencing charm on her but Newt finds it slightly endearing

- Newt can sleep anywhere. War plus travelling the world meant that he could sleep standing up if he needed. Something that panicked Tina initially as there was more than once that she thought he might be dead.

- Cuddles after missions. Duh

[sir-adamus]

So is the invading dreams thing Shion’s semblance or magic or what? Have they explained that yet?

yeah, it was brought up in episode 3 with some more explanation of it in episode 4

here's the summary from the official site (corrected for grammar and pronouns because this has clearly been fed through translation software)

"With their weapon Dream Catcher and the thread made by their Semblance and Dust, Shion can interfere with a sleeper’s dream. They can stand against Grimm with cooperation with the hearts of others they send into the sleeper’s dream.

Those who dive into the sleeper’s dream can only exist by switching themselves already in the dream. This means Shion themself cannot get in the dream of someone they don't already know.

Once [the person entering the dream] is in, they are not the same person as in the real world because they are constructed from the sleeper’s memory and impressions towards them.

The duration of dives depends on Shion’s Aura level. It takes more Aura with multiple divers.

Since they are a Huntsman slaying Grimm, their unique equipment includes Dream Catcher and related materials such as telephones and stuffed toys.

Only 12 coins appear with the divers in the dream regardless of the number of people Shion sends. Something happens when coins are used. That consumption also uses Shion’s Aura.”

basically, the the implication is that Shion's Semblance allows them to enter dreams, however because they only take the place of the version of themselves within the dream, this limits its usability to only people Shion knows. to work around this (and make this a viable ability to combat Nightmares), they use their equipment and Aura to, well, 'widen the net' is really the most appropriate term here, and allow others to enter the dream instead

Shion also creates 12 coins from their Aura which can be used for a number of purposes (as pictured), but when they're gone they're gone

this whole 'entering the mind' thing would put Shion's Semblance in a similar category to Fox's Telepathy and Emerald's Illusions, with their additional equipment improving the versatility for their chosen specialisation

[jojo-hut-jrs]

☾★▼ of the headcanon meme (jojo-hut-jrs/707443752192589824/headcanon-meme) for Tennille and Devo if you're still accepting those, pretty please?

I’ll say I’m not taking those particular requests atm but I’ll do this one anyway

Captain Tennille

Sleep headcanon:

-I’ve said once that I view him as a heavy, loud sleeper. Very deep throated and bellowing, dead as a fucking log and barely moves. Probably a pain to sleep next too or in the same room with. Can probably fall asleep anyway in almost any position but will still complain about a stiff neck afterwards.

Sad headcanon:

-I think he survived that blow to the head long enough to really feel the sensation of drowning and slowly dying alone. It was probably fucking terrifying to just float there, unable to move, and just have to come to terms that there’s no coming back from this. I think I’m those last moments he expected jotaro to come back and pull him out of the water because, yeah he tried to kill them, but they were just gonna throw him in jail right? The “good guys” wouldn’t just commit murder, would they?

Childhood headcanon:

-military brat that kinda had a lot of pressure and expectations put on him. You don’t just build up strong lungs for the hell of it.

Devo

Sleep headcanon:

-Restless and anxious sleeper. Probably always on the look out for something or plagued by night terrors. Probably sleeps fully or partially clothed just in case something happens. Has a dream catcher but doesn’t think it actually works.

Sad headcanon:

-Is a self-saboteur in the worst way and blames it on poor luck. He’s had a lot of missed chances to improve his life for fine something that makes him happy but then he’ll drive it away and think that it’s entirely the worlds fault.

Childhood headcanon:

-really fucking rough and unfair, convinced him that there’s something wrong him and that everything will always be against him. Was victim blamed for abuse as a child and eventually believed it. Fighting and attack people is like, the only thing he’s convinced he has some control over.

[outoftheirdifferences]

20. Describe your muse’s nighttime/whenever they get ready for sleep routine.

For Angel!

TIDBITS HEADCANON PROMPT

While on the streets, Angel doesn't really have much of a routine. Since gang life doesn't follow any set schedule besides following Buster whenever he gets it in his head to go somewhere and otherwise just doing their own thing, she's got used to just grabbing short snatches of sleep here and there, wherever she doesn't have something else going on. Often this will be in the junkyard, as she lays claim to its most comfortable spot - the seat of the old dog-catcher wagon - whenever she gets the chance; although sleep here is equally often disturbed by her fellow junkyard dogs when they're feeling rowdy, especially since experience has made her a light sleeper.

Otherwise, when she's out of the junkyard on her own, she'll make do with any old spot that seems reasonably safe. She'll tend to circle her chosen spot a few times, whether in the junkyard or out, just to make certain it looks acceptable and to lay claim to it, then will simply curl up and try to snatch as little or much sleep as she can.

Once she has a home, she can tend to be a little more picky with when and where she sleeps, simply due to the luxury of having the opportunity to choose those things more. Even still, though, specific routines are mostly foreign to her; used to being active at all hours as she is, she typically won't go to bed until the last her canine siblings do - you can almost count on her being the last one up, because she loves having a family so much that every waking moment spent with them is precious to her. Once Scamp and his sisters are in bed, she likes to do a quick round of the house, just to reassure herself that it is indeed still real and not some wonderful dream that she's about to wake up from, before settling into her own bed alongside the siblings' - where she's finally able to get the full nights of sleep that street life had deprived her of for so long.

[jessicas-pi]

okay, you guys, it's like 1:45 AM and I'm never gonna get any sleep with the sore throat I've got right now, so who wants to hear about the legend of Midnight Jim?

I don't know how many kids actually believed they had a monster under their bed. I didn't. I had a loft bed. There were bookshelves and a red leather beanbag chair that leaked staticky foam pellets under my bed, and as a result there was also frequently a me under my bed when I wanted to read past my bedtime.

I did not believe in monsters. Although, that scene at the beginning of Monsters, Inc. where the red eyes appear under the kid's bed always freaked me out and I had to skip it.

I was also afraid of the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the Rodents of Unusual Size, Ewoks, the vacuum cleaner (but only sometimes,) and Gorignak.

I was a nervous child.

Deeply nervous.

So when I say I do not believe in monsters, I don't mean that I didn't have monsters. I had a lot of monsters. I just didn't believe in them.

I imagined faces in dark windows and shambling shapes and long grasping arms and cold fingers that brushed my ankles as I went up the stairs and creepy voices that made heavy breathing sounds. All of this followed me everywhere in the dark, and I do mean everywhere. If I was in the dark, there was a Something behind me.

Of course, I didn't believe in it.

I knew it wasn't real.

But it was there.

(My sister Emily took this a step further as a child and produced lovely, nightmarish illustrations of her monsters—at least, I assume they were her monsters—in full color. Then she named them and sometimes wrote information down about their species.)

(We were raised on Planet Earth documentaries instead of... whatever other kids watched. Barney. Or Elmo. I'm not saying that those don't have some value, but you get A Different Kid when you feed their brain with David Attenborough's narration of the ceaseless marching-onwards of life and death in the natural world.)

Where was I?

Ah, right. Yes.

Midnight Jim.

Something else relevant to this story is that I am a terrible sleeper. Not chronic insomnia, but chronic something. I have to imagine stories for a good half hour before I can even start to slip off, and it was only so much worse as a kid.

I needed it to be dark to sleep.

But if my brain was not filled up with thoughts, EVERY SECOND, then... of course...

Monsters.

I also had to get up a lot in the night. One midnight snack and at least two bathroom trips every night were a necessity. Which was only more opportunity for the Not Real Monsters to follow me around and scare my pants off.

Eventually, I realized this Had To End. But how? It wasn't like I could just make the monsters go away, I knew they weren't there at all! And mentally transforming Kissy Cat into a monster-devouring feline kaiju didn't help much, mostly because we did not own Kissy Cat yet. Instead we had a sweet little mouse named Petunia, and her evil demon mouse sister named Sweetie.

Mice do not fight monsters.

After hours upon hours of endless nightly agonizing, I finally hit upon my solution.

I would make my own monster.

First up, it needed a name. What was named was known, and what was known was not feared.

Tempting as it would be to call it Steve after the hedge from Over the Hedge, I was not as clever then as I am now, so I decided to call it Midnight Jim.

(Coincidentally, Jim was the name of our neighbor who would mow his lawn at midnight and would wax our car for us if we bought him a pack of beer.)

Then I dreamed up what is, in my own humble opinion, the best monster to ever exist.

Midnight Jim looks just like a monarch butterfly, except he secretly eats your hair when you don't look. He says "Raargh." Like, says it. Try and say "raargh" in a flat, squeaky, little-kid voice, and you will see what Midnight Jim sounded like.

And then there was nothing for my brain to autofill to make Midnight Jim scary. "ooh he's a creepy—" nope he's a butterfly. "he eats your—" hair? yeah so what it grows back. "he makes a creepy sound like—" raargh. he says raargh. No creepy noises, only raargh.

I couldn't get rid of my monsters but by george I could replace them, and so I did.

Whenever a Monster would start to follow me around I just replaced it with Midnight Jim. And it worked. It worked!

In fact, it worked so well that I never actually had to work on getting rid of that overactive imagination of mine, so I still need Midnight Jim to follow me around sometimes when The Monsters come back.

Long live Midnight Jim, I guess.

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The biggest eye in the universe,is actually an eye generating system,the eye,the watcher,sky watcher the man has this to catch them all,they lied,they have hidden all info in the morning star,whatever it meant,is that morning is dream catcher,but not dream dream,but literally to catch half sleepers in dream and use them.The man behind this is metal user,and uses all metal to had all formations of this.

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Why can’t I fight anymore? So hopeless. These chains dragging me down were created by my own mind. Now we wither like flowers.

How to love, or how will I love you? arc as you shield me from wrath, shield me from wrath, beloved heart.

There were clouds too in that sky- could you believe I saw you too? Hiding amongst bluebells, eerie call: “will you love me?”

From memory I sang in this good deep earth, notes that peal and wring their hands, desperate dreamer, earth sleeper, I made a bed in the waves and I made it my grave, and when there was no space left to cry, I died.

and I ask you, what are your dreams, dream catcher? Deep in the blue, Warmth of the sun, trickling, through depths, something Beautiful lives here, a soul or many, perished, yet waiting to be reborn.

There’s a world for us to love, my love.

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A Virus That Kills Sleepers - Technology Org

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A Virus That Kills Sleepers - Technology Org

ETH Zurich researchers have found a virus that kills dormant bacteria. This rare discovery could help to combat germs that can’t be treated with antibiotics alone.

The paride phage (purple) is one of the few phages to attack dormant bacteria. Image credit: Fabienne Estermann & Enea Maffei / ETH Zurich

In nature, most bacteria live on the bare minimum. If they experience nutrient deficiency or stress, they shut down their metabolism in a controlled manner and go into a resting state. In this stand-​by mode, certain metabolic processes still take place that enable the microbes to perceive their environment and react to stimuli, but growth and division are suspended.

This also protects bacteria from, say, antibiotics or from viruses that prey exclusively on bacteria. Such bacteria-​infecting viruses, known as phages, are considered a possible alternative to antibiotics that are no longer (sufficiently) effective due to drug resistance. Until now, expert consensus held that phages successfully infect bacteria only when the latter are growing.

Researchers at ETH Zurich asked themselves whether evolution might have produced bacteriophages that specialise in dormant bacteria and could be used to target them. They began their search in 2018. Now, in a new publication in the journal Nature Communications, they show that such phages, though rare, do indeed exist.

Phage catcher in action: The researcher takes a water sample from which he will isolate bacteriophages in the laboratory. Image credit: Enea Maffei / ETH Zurich

A lucky strike in a compost heap

When ETH Professor Alexander Harms and his team at the Biozentrum of the University of Basel began their project in 2018, they assumed that within the first year, they would be able to isolate around 20 different phages that attack dormant bacteria.

But this wasn’t the case: it wasn’t until 2019 that Harms’ doctoral student Enea Maffei isolated a new, previously unknown virus. Found in rotting plant material from a cemetery near Riehen (Canton of Basel-​Stadt), this virus can infect and destroy dormant bacteria.

“This is the first phage described in the literature that has been shown to attack bacteria in a dormant state,” Maffei says. Harms adds: “In view of the huge number of bacteriophages, however, I was always convinced that evolution must have produced some that can crack into dormant bacteria.” They have named their new phage Paride.

Active against widespread bacteria

The virus the researchers found infects Pseudomonas aeruginosa, a bacterium commonly found in many environments. Various strains colonise bodies of water, plants, the soil – and people. In the human body, certain strains can cause serious respiratory diseases such as pneumonia, which can be fatal.

How the new phage takes dormant P. aeruginosa germs by surprise, however, is not yet clear to the researchers. They suspect that the virus uses a specific molecular key to awaken the bacteria, and then hijacks the cell’s multiplication machinery for its own reproduction. However, the ETH researchers have not yet been able to clarify exactly how this works.

They thus aim to elucidate the genes or molecules that underlie this awakening mechanism. Based on this, they could develop substances in a test tube that take over the wake-​up process. Such a substance could then be combined with a suitable antibiotic that completely eliminates the bacteria. “But we’re just at the beginning. The one thing we know for sure is that we know almost nothing,” Harms says.

Initial tests show an effect

To test the efficacy of the Paride phage, the researchers paired it with an antibiotic called meropenem. This disrupts cell wall synthesis and so it interferes only with cellular processes that don’t damage the phages. The antibiotic has no effect on dormant bacteria, as these don’t synthesise a new cell wall.

When tested in cell culture dishes, the virus was able to kill 99 percent of all dormant bacteria but left 1 percent alive. Only the combination of Paride phages and meropenem was able to eradicate the bacterial culture completely, even though the latter had no detectable effect on its own.

In a further experiment together with Nina Khanna, a doctor at Basel University Hospital, Maffei tested this combination on mice with a chronic infection. Neither the phage nor the antibiotic alone worked particularly well in the mice, but the interaction between phages and antibiotics proved to be very effective in living organisms as well. “This shows that our discovery is not just a laboratory artefact, but could also be clinically relevant,” Maffei says.

A glimmer of hope – but never more than that?

Experts have been intensively discussing phage therapy for many years. Researchers and physicians hope that one day they can use phages to replace ineffective antibiotics. However, broad applications are still lacking, as no comprehensive studies have been conducted. “What we have at present is mostly individual case studies,” Harms says.

Studies by researchers at the Queen Astrid Military Hospital in Brussels showed that the treatment improved the condition of three-​quarters of patients and that it was able to eliminate the bacteria in 61 percent. However, this also means that in four out of ten patients, the germs could not be removed with phage therapy, even though the bacteria in question were phage-​sensitive in the lab.

“This may be because many bacteria in the body are in a dormant state, especially in the case of chronic infections, and so phages can’t penetrate them,” Harms says. Dormant bacteria could also play an important role in infections with non-​resistant strains.

“In the case of infections, that means it would be important to know the physiological state of the bacteria in question. Then the right phages, combined with antibiotics, could be used in a targeted manner. However, you need to know exactly how a phage attacks a bacterium before you can select the right phages for a particular treatment. This hasn’t happened yet because we still know too little about the phages,” Harms explains.

That’s why in the years ahead, the researchers will investigate precisely how the new phage brings bacteria out of deep sleep, infects them and makes them susceptible to antibiotics. This work is funded by an SNSF Starting Grant to Alexander Harms and by NCCR AntiResist.

Source: ETH Zurich

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the spider catcher

my mum's been the spider catcher for as long as i can remember. mostly indifferent, sometimes apologetic. 'there you go', she'll say, gently lowering a thick legged monster into the shelter of our back garden, as if it wasn't an intruder in our home.

my dad isn't the spider catcher. he says he is more grossed out than scared. either way, he'll call for mum like a knee jerk reaction. on sundays, the only day where she'd work and he wouldn't, we would have to kill them in fear of the apprehension going south. i'm six and on the couch, egging him on as he slowly approaches with his angry birds slipper raised in the air.

mum got a bit fed up of being in a house of people who make her catch the spiders, so when i ring her at 11 to ask her to come to my room, she sighs and tells me it's time to grow up a bit, that if can't get it then it can't get me and it's best to leave it be. i know all of this is true, so i don't argue. it doesn't help me when i am awake through the night, flashlight fixed against the crack in the paint where a leg is sticking out. in the morning, mum tells me she's been pretending to catch spiders for years and laughs when i panic.

dad has always been the 'no' guy. but somehow, i am 19 and just getting home from my night shift at 3am and there's a huge spider above my bed. i call out for him on instinct, before i remember i am an adult who moved out last september who needs to deal withe spiders by herself. it's too late (he's the lightest sleeper you'd ever meet) and i hear the bedroom door pop open.

what

i don't want to admit how scared i am but the silence is worse. there's a spider.

are you fucking serious? it's 3 in the morning

silence. i am planning which pillows to take to sleep downstairs on the sofa before i hear the footsteps creaking up my stairs. he's cursing me under his breath, eyes screwed shut to adjust to the light and he stood at my bedroom door.

seriously? that's not even that big

i wait for him to turn around and go back downstairs. probably cursing that phobias are hereditary. but instead he takes a heavy breath and begins walking towards it. he's crushed it in some tissue before i even register what's going on. he gags a little bit because it was weirdly squishy and then tosses it in the toilet.

it better be big next time

i am 21 and home for the weekend. there's a spider hanging down from the bathroom window. one with short legs and a fat brown body and it makes me feel sick. dad is getting ready for bed.

would you be annoyed if i got you to come kill a spider and it ended up not being that big

he laughs but doesn't respond at first, methodically tapping one key at a time on his phone.

show me where it is, then.