#remcycles

[asnainaura]

You're not moody—you just didn’t get enough REM sleep. Respect the nap.

[spookysanta]

Upcoming ideas for Michael (mostly smut, since I’m a heathen)

All of these probably will be written at some point but lmk which y’all are most interested in reading and I’ll work on that idea first!!

Lessons in Chivalry: Michael has to train you to let him spoil you. No doors, no checks, no 50/50.

Filmed: You want one last hurrah before he flies out to film for a new project for a month… but you want to make sure you both go out with a bang.

Old Man: (Younger!Reader) You love to clown Michael about his age. But you quickly learn — again and again — that he might have a couple greys in his beard, but there’s nothing old about him.

Dodging Bullets (Sinners Edition): A secret visit to set for lunch with the girls means hiding from Michael — nay, Stack. And he’s not happy.

Payback (with Interest): Buying a toy while Michael’s away leads to a secret that has you walking on eggshells. When you come clean, you’ve got a debt to pay.

The Bouncer: Tequila + girl’s night + a shoulder check = a code red, sore thighs, and a lecture for the ages.

Adding my tag list babes for y’all to get your dibssss!!

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[hotgirlrem]

remcycle back in her sp era ?

[pfhwrittes]

https://www.tumblr.com/remcycle/773486007218733056?source=share

birds always make me think of you!!!

oooh! thank you friend! look at that murmuration!

[jkl-fff]

Remcycle Arataka & Serizzzzzawa Katzzzzzuya

Autumn 🍁 (reblogs appreciated)

So...here's the last drawing of the series, wow have I enjoyed drawing them :'))) And I'm happy y'all enjoyed them too. Thank you for all the support!! Art will come slowly over this month but don't worry... April is filled with content.

[rmcycle]

“I have to stop feeding easy, it’s blurring my judgement. She tasted like cheap vodka, and too much of it. But it was worse than that, bitter, curdled, ill. Blood still... Or still blood. Reflections are foggy these nights. The seams are all coming loose again, coming unstuck and unfurling. I’ve got to pull them back in together before I forget how, tack them down, wrap them tight. These pieces don’t fit together, there’s no harmony anymore. I’ll smooth them out, I’ll break them in and make me new. It will all come back together again.”

[thatgirlwbraids]

you literally summed up remcycle’s post to just make ur own post ? 💀

I summed up all their posts w my understanding but bro they way explains states is literally the best I’ve ever seen anywhere 😭

[shanicetjn]

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Completed - 5 January 2022 and 17 January 2022

[derrickbarry]

Waking up from my nap with questionable bed head. See you tonight @RevolutionAtTheMoose in #SaltLakeCity! I’m obviously well rested. #REMcycle 😜 (at Salt Lake City, Utah)

[remcycl333]

bruh i thought ur full name was remcycl.. then i noticed remcycl3 OHHHHHHHH

ya its rem cycle! play on words! im so clever!! lolll

[ofelah]

sleeping headcanons for the bandits :')

Who is a night owl: Charlie, he just stays up all night chain smoking 

Who is a morning person: Amber, she is very Peppy and she doesn’t even need coffee. It drives Charlie and Evan crazy

Are they cuddlers: Amber loves cuddling, at first she had to force the boys to cuddle with her but now it’s second nature 

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Amber likes to my sandwiched between the boys, so Evan is her big spoon and she sleeps face to face with Charlie

What is their favourite sleeping position: AMBER SANDWICH

Who steals all the blankets: Probably Evan

What they wear to bed: Nothing or as little as possible 

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Evan and Charlie get very annoyed with each other if one of them steals the other’s clothes but they would both combust if Amber came in wearing one of their shirts 

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Charlie, especially if he’s having a conversation with Evan

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Charlie and Evan both have nightmares but they would never admit it 

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: It has to be Charlie punching Evan, doesn’t it?

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Amber can be very handsy, and once she hits her remcycle theres no telling what she might do

[feelthezenergy-blog]

Waking Up & How To Do It.

Why is waking up early so difficult? Why can’t we always awake energized and ready to go? I am here to tell you, it doesn’t have to be - and we most certainly can!

Waking up can often time be somewhat of a struggle for many people around the world. This is primarily because we are all so addicted to the stasis of comfort. Everyone wants to remain comfortable, and to challenge one’s self to push through an uncomfortable and challenging circumstance almost always ends the same way; we cave into our desire for comfort. We begin to rationalize our way out of the challenge of rising to meet the day on a regular basis. “Just five more minutes” Is probably the most commonly uttered response given by anyone being pressured to wake up by their friends, family, spouse or alarm clock. What we fail to understand is that five minutes will have zero impact on how rested we will feel through-out our days adventure, and that comfort we are seeking has already been had throughout the night, our waking up was just poorly timed!

Now, as much as I would love to say “Build your mental resilience! This is the way to march onward and upward! Toughen up and grow a spine, stand up straight sleepy head!” This just isn’t the kind of advice that breeds the “Zenergy” we strive to create here. Tough love like that is reserved for the high school foot-ball teams, and boxing gyms around the globe. Right now we are on our way to feeling rested, we can talk about the art of resilience another day! To return to the question at hand, what has the greatest effect on how rested you feel come time to peel your eyelids open every morning?  What does have an effect on how rested you feel, is how we time when we will sleep vs when we will wake. Adults generally need around seven hours of sleep to consider themselves well rested, but it gets a little bit more complicated than just how long you remain unconscious! A full REM (Rapid Eye Movement) cycle of sleep occurs somewhere around the ninety minute mark after you begin drifting asunder. You do not stay in a stasis of REM sleep for the entire rest period, and will cycle through the stages of light to deep sleep several times through-out the night. So the best way to wake up feeling rested and ready to go, without the groggy and grumpiness -- is to time your alarm, or wake up call for the sleep cycle reset. To do this, one would sleep in ninety minute intervals. (6 hours of sleep is 4 complete REM cycles. 7.5 hours would be the next appropriate standard)   Another helpful tip is to remind yourself before you sleep of something you are excited to do the following day. This will help you to look forward to the day ahead of you, rather than dread the coming of morning. When you are looking forward to the day, you’re much more likely to rise and be ready and willing to take it head on! If you have trouble finding things to look forward to, well that my friend is a whole different chapter of reading all together!  The hour of the day we sleep differs from each individual to the next - so to speak about our circadian rhythms, or homeostasis may be a bit redundant. Seeing as someone who works the night shift will have a vastly different case of each of these things.  I will leave you on one last tip; stop using social media or watching TV before you sleep! The “Sleep-wake homeostasis” directs your body and it’s need for sleep biologically. Exposure to light is the greatest influence on you brains ability to say “Okay, sleep time” and using phones, tablets, or TV’s prior to crashing is a definite no-no! Reading is much better! Just remember, if you’re planning to time your REM cycle, to put the book down and close your eyes on time! 

[spookysanta]

The Girls' Trip. (Personalities & Vibes)

Who's who? We've got some visual aids for ya! This won't be the last you see this group! 😉 Partners will be making appearances in the next fic in this universe (yes, there's already another one in my mind).

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[eggbertith]

i just kind of love my so very much like i don’t know how to put shit into words i just adore their voice and their laugh and they’re just so funny and whenever i think about them my heart soars and they say anything remotely nice to me/about me and i feel like i have a heart attack of love and their eyes are beautiful and there’s so much more but my shit brain is shitting

@remcycles i can’t wait to see you.

[copiccrow]

@snowriddenwolf @tashabobasha @mazzarlock @remcycle

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[rmcycle]

The Story

Currents

Riagán was born into the hereditary path of lighthouse keepers out of Northern Ireland, and come the year 1944 as he turned 18 it was officially his time to begin the process of familiarization with the job alongside his father and older brother. It was a quiet life, suffocatingly so for a youth with aspirations beyond the dirty speck of history his soul had been cast into. Riagán felt alien in his own body though hadn’t the words to describe the sensation, even if he’d a willing pair of ears to hear them. With a father of little speech and a brother of gruff mentality, Riagán’s existence on the otherwise unpopulated island was largely made up of speaking only when spoken to and carrying out daily tasks to keep the lighthouse operating. 

Two years into this work Riagán’s father had become too ill to return to the island with his sons and sent them on alone, stranded together in a lethal silence that incubated suspicion and rivalry. Riagán’s brother had never been much of an example, though in those days he had become something to fear. The eldest brother had always speculated a difference in Riagán from the common young man, perhaps it was posture or a softness of voice, perhaps it was nothing at all but a bitter venom for something he couldn’t understand about his sibling. The distaste that Riagán’s brother directed onto him was never with upfront reason, rather it occurred usually through cutting looks, a roughness of interaction, and disapproval of Riagán’s skill working about the lighthouse. In the meantime Riagán’s own thoughts concerning self reflection had become murky at best, poisonous at worst to his own mental state. It had started to become evident in Riagán's mind that he expected never to make it off that island for another visit home, be it by his own hands or that of his brothers; however he hadn’t factored in the third party that would truly be his rebirth into a new world.

It was mid December when the lighthouse was made to bear violent beatings by storm from night into day for nearly a fortnight. The restlessness of being caged into close quarters with a brother entirely sour with hatred had become too uncomfortable even in the silence they shared, Riagán chose instead to spend the nights at the peak of the lighthouse in the blinding beam of undulating light. Sleep did not exist for this time and several nights into Riagán’s watch of the occasionally visible beaches below, a figure became barely illuminated like a mist moving along the shore. There was no certainty at first whether this was a true visitor or a vision come out of the strain of sleepless nights; she had become a longing presence for Riagán as if a piece of himself had cast out freely toward the eternal churn of ocean lapping in the storm. She… Her gown whipping about before her, hair pulled in all directions like seaweed tumbled on the waves, arms reaching… To Riagán? The moon? The heavens? They pulled all above down by invisible ropes.

It was six nights passed that Riagán finally answered that pull. Down the winding stairs that could have led him on to no end, through the sickening quiet of that space where judgement was born, and into the night torn by hellstorm. By the time Riagán met the shore beyond treacherous cliffs he had nearly been frozen to the core by rain and wind, clinging weak but desperate to some vague promise of freedom from a dying life. She was there, real, waiting, hungry. A deal was struck, the mortal’s blood was shed by fang and replaced by immortal vitae lapped from the sharpest stones at the sire’s feet. Riagán was born anew, Riah. She was a true mother now, Katherine Mathers of England.

Mademoiselle Sœurs

Riah was a born Malkavian and a blood Mathers, recognized under her sire’s wing now as a daughter. Alongside this there was another, an adoptive sister of Norwegian origin by the name of Lilija Mathers; a sickly little thing sired at 19 on the trembling lip of death it seemed. Lilija was not Katherine’s own creation but was taken in by her after her true sire’s death. The chosen family of three had taken up in France together where Riah would be taught the arts of gambling and attraction, whilst Lilija took her place on stage at the finest ballets of the era. Katherine was a proud and strong force in the lives of her spawn, pushing them as well as fawning for them with resplendent affections. It was a lavish way to experience the new world for Riah of course, though there was an ever present uncertainty behind it all. Riah had gone from one assigned role to the next. What at first appeared to be an escape was only the same trap she’d been led into upon mortal birth, now immortal. Son, daughter, these titles fell outside of Riah nearly as much as she herself felt outside of her own bodily form. What was once a birthright was now a bloodright, loyalty was owed for the afterlife Katherine had given Riah; anything less would surely have been selfish.

Lilija had become the one true freedom Riah had ever known, as a deeper love developed between them in the confines of secrecy so much that it existed entirely unspoken. As the hatred had once been palpable between brothers, it was now a love unspoken between sisters. Yet they were not truly sisters, not by birth nor sire; they were only two extensions of a powerful ego to whom they answered in every success and failure. They existed as cion to Katherine, not for their own ambitions despite how she spun promises of a world for her “spawn.” But of course Katherine could sense when loyalties had shifted between her own subjects from herself; this realization presented in disgust and shame cast with full weight onto Riah and debilitating defense of the “helpless” Lilija who couldn’t possibly have a mind of her own. With that, Katherine whisked Lilija up and left for London so that Riah might dwell alone in her flaws and remember just how much she depended on her sire.

Adrift

America was a new horizon for the still fresh Vampire when they arrived in the late 1950s, alone and titled only by the initials RM. The first couple of years in the states consisted of working portside bars where anonymity was commonplace and working the graveyard shift went unquestioned, though RM soon became a familiar enough presence to have their title morphed into something of a nickname; Rem. This is who they were without the guiding hands of conditional love and support, existing outside of expectations and settling into some strange comfort with their own sense of aimlessness. Over the years of course Rem had to move further inland for fresh jobs and fresh faces to avoid the obvious suspicion of an unchanging entity, though they often held to working in pubs and bars, even stepped into a club for a stint in the coke crazed 80s. Rem scraped by unfastened from family business, though they did benefit from the skills they’d learned from their past as some of those professional insights held truly timeless despite the evolution of society. Gambling, cheating, and bargaining would always have chances in someone’s favor.

All In

By the late 90s Rem had garnered some small success in modeling when scouted from a nightclub they served drinks at, the “heroin chic” look had entered the scene and with it their androgynous look caught attention. It was only part time work and it didn’t pay much extra, but it felt closer to an accomplishment than Rem had had prior. Around this time a familiar face re-emerged from their past; had Kathy finally recognized Rem as her successor? Short answer, no. Worse yet, she was there on business; the business of tracking down a hunger striking Lilija who had fallen back on bad habits to combat the adoptive sire’s micromanagement of her undead existence. The disappointment in Rem for still failing to meet Katherine’s expectations had been quickly replaced by concern for the kindred they still loved, tragically. The possibility that Lilija was running dangerously close to her own beast, a full loss of humanity from her prolonged starvation. Katherine had tracked her as far as America, after that she knew Rem had to do the rest to appease that beast or at the very least vanquish it before an inevitable breach fell on the shoulders of the claimed sire.

Traced into the sunken levels of the city Subway amid the rancid glow of weak fluorescents, Rem found Lilija. Lost and confused, yet simultaneously more within herself than in any of the years they’d known her. She had wandered too close to the beast and as a result could only offer a deal undeniable by Rem, a bet, a gamble, a game of Russian Roulette on the tracks. Rem won.

That night when Rem returned home to their flat just before dawn, it was empty. Katherine had left long before they’d returned, as if fully aware she would be leaving alone without her adopted. When Rem washed the blood away, their hair rinsed not the deep brunette it had always been before but instead had taken on the cool, albino white of their former love. The features looking back at them through the mirror with unusual resemblance to that of Lilija; thus began their unhealthy dependence on shapeshifting to recognize something within them which was truly, entirely without. This addiction became so severe over the years that at some point Rem forgot who they once appeared to be, they lost all recognition for themselves and soon their reflection offered only a blur.

TW List

Body Dysmorphia, Narcissistic Ab*se, Fictional S*icide, Mention of D*sordered Eating, Mention of Fictional D*eath.