The oc above has a nightmare

I'm starting us off

Wraith's eyes, one seeing and one blind scanned the scenery frame the window that he was currently sitting in. Lucky for him the windowsill was easily a 2ft in depth making it an ideal seating area as he watched the night go by. After Gabe got him out of the underground arena, the pair of them decided to seek shelter for the night, Wraith told Gabe to take the bed as the shifter would take watch, not wanting to drop his guard around a stranger or in case his kidnappers came back for a second go. Thanks to his dark clothes, Wraith blended in well in the darkness, seeming to disappear in the dark room, even the crescent moon in the sky barely made any of his features visible. 

A sound diverted his attention, the sound of movement. He turned his head to Gabe who had been sleeping up until this point, and saw that the other was twitching and turning in their sleep. Frowning Wraith cocked his head to the side, debating on what he should do, maybe they were just a restless sleeper by default. It was then he saw Gabe's expression show a sign of fear or pain, or potentially both, no this wasn't just someone trying to get comfortable, Wraith knew the feeling well, this was a nightmare. Sighing he got up from the windowsill, giving one last glance to the outside before cautiously approaching. He did a brief check on where the others flame thrower was and was glad it wasn't near by; at least he didn't have to worry about accidentally getting burned by startling Gabe awake. 

Extending a hand Wraith grabbed Gabe's shoulder, maybe a bit too roughly, and shook him awake. "Hey.....get up." he grunted. As soon as he was awake, Wraith returned to his perch in the windowsill explaining what had happened.  "You had a nightmare so I woke you up." He said plainly as he resumed his watch. He wasn't good when it came to comforting others, and he doubted that seeing his scarred face after a nightmare was potentially worse than the nightmare itself, so his attention went back to looking out the window.

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Follow Up:

Andrea was laying down, wrapping herself with her long tail. She heard loud crying, her ears looking like radars, it was coming from a nearby room. The hybrid ran to the room to see a crying Wraith. "Is there something wrong? It's middle of the night, so I think you had a nightmare." Andrea paused to hug the human, only to get pushed away. "It's just a nightmare, it won't come true, your brain is trying to trick you with real or fake." Andrea explained, she knew this because the goat-wolf hybrid had horrible nightmares herself, but managed to face those scary sleep episodes. Wraith was tossing and turning, making loud sobbing noises, and Andrea looked at him with slightly wrinkled eyes. "Shhh, ignore those nightmares and calm down." The hybrid hugged Wraith, her thick fur covering his face, his crying muffed because of the dense fur. "You can stay here and cry on my fur, I will be here until you peacefully fall asleep." Andrea said hugging tightly around the human.

Zinnia fluttered her eyelashes, allowing her lips to smack. Her eyes scanned the book she had in her lap. Other than the occasional glance at the wolf-goat nested in a pile of blankets at the foot of the bed, Zinnia was completely invested in the her book.

That is, until she saw the canine's limbs beginning to twitch. The teenager quietly shut her book and placed it on her nightstand, shifting her focus on a sleeping Andrea. The blonde was visibly enamored by the canine; she intently watched the canine-goat and heaved out an exhale. However, upon hearing the whimpers sounding from the back of the animal's throat, Zinnia realized that she was having a nightmare.

"Ooh, no, Andrea—Andrea, wake up," the blonde whispered, shaking the canine's shoulder as she spoke. As soon as the canine began to stir, Zinnia planted her hands back on her lap and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Ooh, I'm sorry for waking you up, puppy, but...are you okay? Do you want some water? Maybe a snack and—or a hug? Tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you," she whispered, stroking the top of Andrea's head.

"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Buttercup? I didn't expect you to be up and about this late. Do you need anything, dear?"

Brown was quick to peer over the edge of her encyclopedia, before quickly closing it and planting it in her lap. Sure, the book concerned fossils, but... Even if fossils were fossils (and holy shit, did Brown absolutely adore fossils), the middle-aged woman quickly shifted her attention to the teenager as she cocked her head and frowned at the blonde with evident concern. The book remained on her lap - because of course it had to be available to be picked up as soon as the girl left - but she thumbed the leather cover while carefully scrutinizing her charge's expression.

"Come here if you want," the aristocrat attempted to coax her over by cooing, "I'm not that busy, really..." It didn't excuse the book still being in her lap, even if she did nudge it off to the side as she leaned forwards slightly and attempted to reach an arm out to the girl's hair. "Or busy at all, actually," she quickly corrected herself with a slight cough, "so you're more than welcome to come over, mm?"

And with that, the aristocrat leaned herself back against the recliner and held her arms out, as if ready to embrace the teenager at any moment now. Though it was outside of Brown's notice at the moment, it was also abundantly clear that the book had since slumped away from her lap and settled in the spot next to her. She, in the meanwhile, fluttered her lashes in an attempt to look as friendly as she could - and for once, this was a genuine act of kindness and not an excuse to tease and set up an innocent façade.

Wow! Who knew having not-children could have that much of an effect on her?

Nonetheless, the older woman eventually raised a brow at the younger party as she started to inquire, "But... By the way, if you don't mind me asking... Did you have a bad dream?" The question, unfortunately, caused Brown's stomach to churn slightly as she lowered her arms slightly and blinked. "... I mean," she mumbled in clarification before adding, "Though I can't predict what sorts of shit was going on in your mind at the time, I can at least... Try to guide you through it... Yes?" She paused and attempted to grin sheepishly, but all it did was just reveal her insecurities through a seemingly beaming smile. Great.

"I can also warm up some milk for you if you want," she suggested as she then leaned over, this time to actually reach for the girl's hair and gently comb her fingers through it. Regardless of whether there were tangles or mats in the teenager's blonde hair, Brown's motions remained rhythmic and fluid while she hummed, "It's a bit of a folk remedy, but I heard that it does wonders for those who are struggling to sleep and cannot take some melatonin..." Brown paused again, though she remained calm (for the most part). "... Or would you rather just talk with me? Or perhaps stay with me for a bit?" She glanced over at her lap, then where the book now lay upon the recliner. "I won't mind, really," Brown reassured the girl with a nod, "Just... Please... Don't fret like that, buttercup... All right?"

@ NP: characterization notes are under a spoiler due to length + (non-graphic) mentions/discussions of childbirth!!

maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??

Maribelle... was incapable of feeling any empathy for Brown, unfortunately.

She stared down at the older woman, expression blank. Whatever thought there was at the back of her mind was all too familiar -- nightmares were something she had experienced, but of course, everyone did. To think that other people could have them, however, was sickening to her, sickening in the same way one would feel looking down at someone more pitiful than themselves approaching. She wondered if people felt this way about her, but didn't ruminate on the thought, before bluntly spitting out,

"You're pathetic."

With that, Maribelle moved on, pushing her way towards where a small book laid on a counter. "I only came back to this cottage so I could get my shit," she said, "But not deal with your shit, obviously. I don't know why anyone would ever care for your kind of damage, anyway -- it's the hag's fault for getting too emotional, you know. Hysterical. You always are. I'm sure that's exhausting to you, too, just as it is everyone else." Aren't you tired of going ape shit? Don't you just want to go ape shit? "They say being exhausted only causes more nightmares. I'm sure people have nightmares all the time because of you."

She tucked her book under her armpit, and then stood on her tiptoes to grab something else from the cabinet -- a box of tea bags. With a scoff, she glanced back at Brown.

"Because of that, you deserve to have nightmares." she added, "Probably worse nightmares than you've had. I'm sure the one you had was just fucking heavenly for you, since the only thing you like is--" She waved the box around and crowed, "Blood, guts, gore! Gods."

She rolled her eyes as she placed the box under her arm with her book. "Hopefully we won't have to do any more of your stupid fossil hunts. I'd hate to waste my time with you anymore than I already have." As she took a step back, she hissed out, concluding, "I hope your next nightmare lasts even longer. It's only fair for everyone else. Maybe, while you're asleep, everyone'll be at peace."

its time to bully roswell now .

“Wow ey, easy now Angelcakes,” Roswell said. He sat on the small chair beside her bed and had dozed off himself until Maribelle’s thrashing around had woken him. The leidsman rubbed his eye. Then placed down his romance-novel he was reading. Hours ago. They weren’t in Roswell’s apartment. They weren’t back in the base. No, the dormitory reeked of ether,talcum powder, and disinfection. They were in a ward.
“Yer ‘ad a noightmare,” Roswell said. Between a yawn and a stretch. He cursed when he moved his back. “ ‘ow is yer hand? Dat dog got yer pretty bad,” he muttered. The old crook didn’t wait for her reply and silently picked up her hand in his own. Testing her fingers as he pricked, with his free hand, a cigarette between his teeth.
“De dogs are gone,” he told her. As he pressed his finger on her knuckles. “If dat’s what yer’ve been dreamin’ about.”
He let go of her hand. Reached for his tinderbox. A nurse glared at him, so he snorted and defensively raised both hands.
“Dey keep yer ‘ere to monitor yer recovery,” he told her. Biting the edge of his cigarette. “Yer canny recover if yer keeps splashin’ around loike dat. And Oi canny smoke when yer ‘ere. So yer better go back to sleep,” Roswell said. He slumped in his chair. He plucked the cigarette from between his teeth. Then studied his bitemarks. Placed it back.

“Or… Yer tell me whaat yer dreamed off?” He said. Roswell raised his eyebrow.
“Dat always ‘elp me.” Then shrugged. The silence between them got an uncomfortable edge. Roswell spat. Right on the floor.
“Or, oi can read yer sum of me book if dat helps you calm yer down?” Roswell leaned forward and started to laugh at Maribelle’s reaction to his proposition.
“Aye.” He smiled. Roswell picked up his book ‘forbidden love underneath the silver moonlight' back up. Then cleared his throat.
“Roi, where was oi,” he said. Allowing his fingers to flip through the pages and then cranked up the small oil-lamp on the nightstand. He leaned forward the lamp. Allowing the gaslight to light up his stinky-romance book.
“Oh, yes. Yer see, Anne is a shepherd girl, Pablo a lumberjack. Dey are meetin’ in secret, roi? Too smooch,” he said. Roswell pushed his chair closer.
“ Ooh Pablo,” he spoke in a high-pitched voice. “Oi canny believe yer came. Me beloved. Me strong Pablo-” 

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Snarking is Roswell's only way of communication

Rushed panic breathing came from the other room. It was the middle of the night, and Peaches had woken up in a flash. She heard Roswell's panicked breaths coming from her next door. Worried, she rushed over to his room. When she got there, she stood at the front door, as if she was the one who had the nightmare. She just didn't want to see her ""uncle"" in pain. "What happened?" She questioned, on the brink of tears. The dream was quite terrible, yet the little girl didn't fully understand it. 

Roswell had explained that he had seen his twin brother in his dream, but he had vanished. Or- that's what Peaches could get out of it anyway. "Oh- that sounds bad. You know what my mom always tells me when I have a bad dream? Drink warn milk. And then she gives me a big hug, like this!" Peaches proceeded to wrap her arms around Roswell.

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Peaches nightmares are solely more like little kid dreams, she'll dream about monsters coming to eat her and losing her parents, but that's about it. Have fun!

     Hearing a cry and a scream in the near room, Ennette quickly burst in. Wide eyes scanned the room, and when she was sure there was no threat, she looked over at Peaches, her expression immediately softening. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked breathlessly. She wandered towards the bed and sat at its edge while listening to her, frowning more and more with each detail. "Oh no, I'm so sorry. That must have been so scary. Here, let me check for any monsters."
     The princess looked under the bed, in the closet, and behind the door. "Nothing," she announced before smiling at Peaches. "Maybe they saw how strong you were and ran away!" An idea made her perk. "Oh! Why don't I get my lyre and I play you a bedtime song to help you get back to sleep? I'll be gone only a second!" The door was left open a crack so some light could shine through.
     True to her word, Ennette shortly returned with instrument in hand. She sat at the bed's edge once more, and with quiet, gentle plucks of the strings, she lightly sang a song about a little girl that was brave and strong enough to fight of all monsters.

Ennette typically gets more embarrassing kind of nightmares than anything. The whole going to school without pants on kind, or imagining embarrassing herself in front of someone she likes, that kind of thing.

(I forgot to mention KEKEKE That's a great song sobs and I love his voice)

(Was I listening to a song from Phantom of the Opera whilst writing this?.......yes.....yes I was xD )

Eclipse could hear the faint sound of whimpering in the room next room to him and immediately got up and knocked on the door to the guest room. "Ennette....you okay dear?" He said, only getting the sound of muffled crying in response. "I'm coming in." He said opening the door and peering in. He waved his hand slightly making the room light up slightly so he could see what was going on, he soon saw that Ennette was upset, thought trying to cover it up, but it seemed she was also embarrassed as well. Concerned he sat down on the large bed. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He said wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a hug. "Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, getting a nod in response. 

The onyx skinned Tiefling kissed the crown of her head. "It's okay, it can't hurt you anymore.....would you like to talk about it? It might help you feel better." He said tilting his head but continued hugging her. He watched Ennette shake her head in response saying it would take to long to explain. "Well, I think most dreams take a while to explain and I'm all ears for as long as you need me to be, but I will not force you to tell me if you do not wish to." He said rubbing her back. After a few minutes or so Ennette began to explain what had happened, the Tiefling kept quite and listened to the whole story, nodding a few times in understanding. Once Ennette was finished explaining, Eclipse gave a smile. "I can understand why that upset you so much, it's not a nice thing to experience whilst your trying to get some rest huh?" He smiled softly as he watched his friend rub her eyes tiredly. 

"Let's get you back to sleep, we still have several hours before the sun comes back up. What do you say?" He asked, his golden eyes shimmering slightly. "Hmm? You're worried you're going to have another nightmare? Well....I may have a way to help with that, but first let's get you comfortable so you can fall asleep easier." He said fluffing some of the pillows before leaning back against them with her in a one armed hug. With his other hand he waved in a brisk motion causing the lights to turn off. Not long after a sound began to fill the room, a ethereal and enchanting voice that was singing (so hard to find a voice that fits, close enough xD ), it was Eclipse. As he continued to sing softly his tattoos gave off a shimmering glow, nothing too bright but it looked like soft waves of gold running down his torso in a calming fashion. As he continued his enchanting, almost hypnotising song, he could feel Ennette relaxing in the arm he had kept wrapped around her.

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Eclipse loves meeting new people ^.=.^

Follow Up:

Noboru looked around the small herbalist shop. The familiar scent of spices tickled his nose. He peeked at the list in his hand. A grocery list. Punctual. Written and ordered in alphabetical order. Just to make shopping easier. Speaking of which...
Noboru's ears pricked. Someone behind the counter would make it possible to shop.
"Hello? Is someone there?" He asked. No reply. The only sound audible was his sandals clicking on the floor. Or at least as far as he could hear. (_{He got a listen skill of -1.})
The bard folded his list and slowly made his way to the backroom of the shop. Surely there must be someone there. Right?
Noboru grimaced. He'd found the shop owner, laying on (what Noboru presumed to be) his own bed. The tief's onyx skin glimmered with sweat and the water genasi could see the other's fingers move in an almost spastic manner.
A nightmare?
"Hey. Uh, mister? Is everything alright?" He knelt beside the man and carefully reached for his shoulder. Giving it a soft shake. "I want to buy some herbs," he said. As he still shook the other's shoulder.
Noboru's ears pricked when the other opened his eyes and directly straightened his back. He smiled. As innocently as possibly could. "I got a whole list of them." He said. Waving his folded list around. Noboru then set down his adventurespack, and helped the tiefling to sit up straight.
He offered his waterskin. With a smile. "What did you dream about?"

Noboru grimaced at the reply. He ran a hand through his hair.
"And you defeated that critter?" He asked. Starry-eyed. "I had my fair share of monsters," he said. As he failed to suppress a shiver. "But none like those that you described just yet."
Noboru sat down on the shop owner's bed. Though at it's foot end.
"I fought rats, fish critters," he summed up on his fingers. "The basic."
The bard laughed as he retrieved his waterskin. "Maybe you can tell me about that beast you slain! I-if you like of course," he said. As he rubbed his own knees.
"I mean, I love adventure...stories. As long as I don't have to be a part of it."

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I forgot I posted here but that's so cute thank you ;__;

Tudor would hear the sounds of agony as he was wandering about a building he decided to explore. He quickly rushed over to see a man named Noboru in agony as if a nightmare was haunting him around the side of the building, shielded by the nearby greenery. The Flagbearer quickly rushed over to him, shaking him awake.

Noboru would wake up after a few minutes of shaking. Despite being unable to use more complicated English, the young man comforted the older by giving him head pats and trying to say comforting words. Tudor knew he could not do much, but he stayed with Noboru until the man recovered from the shocks of a horrifying nightmare.

"You are doing good...Doing good! 落ち着いて…落ち着いて…(Calm down... Calm down...)" Tudor whispered to Noboru gently, continuing to pat his shoulder.

Tudor's innocence was enough to cease the existence of nightmarish negativity.

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Note for @NP: Oh boy would Tudor's nightmares be dramatic and very graphic to him. Doesn't help that he suffers from severe separation anxiety and autism. Would take a lot to comfort and calm the boy down as he can barely express his needs in English once under stress, most likely to scream in Japanese.... So keep that in mind! Might do follow-ups! *read his profile for more info and what nightmares he could be having!

     Ken stared down at his phone, flipping between songs, unsatisfied with what was playing.
     Unsatisfied that he could still hear the whimpering.
     He grit his teeth and shot a glare to the side at the young man twisting and turning in his sleep. He'd been like that for a good while now, whimpering something that the music managed to muffle. The look on his face was pained and frightened, he was clearly having a nightmare.
     But it wasn't Ken's place to wake him. That's what he thought, at least. He expected a friend or family member to retrieve Tudor, but it never happened, and the nightmare only seemed to get worse. With the vein at the side of his head pulsing, he gave up listening to his music and took out his earbuds. Able to fully hear, he could make out some of the guy's whining. Something about looking for someone and not being alone? Mixed in with what seemed to be flinches and apologies, like he was being attacked. All in Japanese, too. Was this really a normal kind of nightmare? It sounded too real...
     The vein at the side of his head got even bigger until finally Ken had had enough. "Shut up, already!" he barked in Japanese. Watching Tudor's reaction, Ken clicked his tongue in irritation and held his phone out to him. "Here," he grunted before tossing him a look. "Stop looking at me funny and just take it, but don't keep it. Just listen to some music to help calm yourself down and get a better dream. Music helps when I have nightmares. Sometimes." He quickly bristled, "And don't think I'm doing this to help you, weirdo! I... Your whining was annoying, that's all!"

Ken can get nightmares about his first love rejecting him, or he can get pretty simple nightmares like performing a concert without his voice or other embarrassing things.

The young buck was reading his book, Virgo appeared lost in the words of the mystery novel he was reading. Then he heard cries nearby his room, which was getting louder as seconds passed by. Virgo went to the other's room to see Ken crying, who was rocking back and forth, because Ken woke up from a nightmare. "What's wrong my guy? Did you had a nightmare?" The deer examined Ken, he was asking him of what type of nightmare Ken woke up. Only to be told that Ken had a nightmare about losing his voice, Virgo giggled a little bit, but shuffled to a serious manner. "It's just a dream, it's not going to be true, silly." The deer comforted Ken, giving him a pat on the back. "There are dreams that might become true, but yours won't, trust me." Virgo continued to chat with him, the deer had several vision dreams, which are mostly typical stuff. "Hey, I'll get you glass of milk, if you want." Virgo offered, getting up from the bed he was laying in, in his pajamas.

FOR NP: Virgo can be stressed out after a scary nightmare, he'll toss and turn a lot. You can comfort him with anything, SFW please. Also it could be any dream! <3

Lorento was assigned to look after the buck named Virgo as a undercover mission. He never really liked his job with the Revolutionaries, the gang reminding him of the mafias in the U.S and his memories of war in Europe of WW2 in his past life.

And he never expected in this mission that he was supposed to give comfort to the buck once he can realize that he was having a nightmare. A bad one. The man with his rather poor understanding of English (despite being able to speak it well) could not make out what the buck was muttering as he thrashed and moved about in his sleep, but he was reminded of his fellow soldiers, German or American, suffering from nightmares as well. 

Lorento sighed, muttering some things in German, before waking the buck up with a good shake. He gave a gentle look at Virgo, his parental instincts coming in, having memories of his adopted daughter also suffering from nightmares.

”Hey. Virgo? It’s me, Lorento. Hey...I don’t know what to do...But I can see that you are having a bad dream...Hey, I am here. I am here with you. So if you need anything just let me know...I won’t be leaving a comrade behind suffering.” He told the buck gently, patting him on the head.

He swore that he will not leave any friend behind in pain. He will not.

He will never.

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Note for @NP: (Spoilers for mentions of d**th , s**cide and implied gore perhaps) You can read his TIH profile for more info, as his nightmares are connected to his TIH/Past life story!