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@somnisleep
Welcome to Somnisleep! Written by Aaron, we have a Fandomless OC by the name of Fi Somnium: the tunes of Lofi Hip Hop making up the very blood in her veins. As a sleepy soul that hops and bounds through dreams, she hopes to run in with you and make your life that littlest bit more pleasant! Whether during slumber or during the jaunts of the waking world.
If you’d be so kind as to help a fellow friend out with a Reblog and or Like, I make sure to dedicate the next song to you~!
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Fi can be rather persuasive if she’d like to be. All she needs to do is get into someone’s ear, whisper with a voice soft and gentle, play some fitting background music that lifts every heavenly syllable that drifts from the mouth, and watch has her desires perforate the brain and watch as an act of hypnosis takes over.
It’s not full mind control or anything, it’s more akin to a charm effect. You’d just like to make your dearest friend happy by whatever means she deems necessary.
It isn’t... terribly often that Fi has to fight, but it most certainly does happen. And in those situations, her approach to combat is far from a direct one.
Fi has the ability to make areas of heightened lethargy. Where tranquil music plays in an infectious way, gets in the ear and stays there so long as you’re within earshot. These lullabies make your arms heavy and your movements slothful, each action taken making you utterly exhausted. All while cloudy illusions of Fi are sprung forth instead of her true self, the intention being to wear you out instead of actually fight you properly. Watch from the shadows as you swing at foggy constructs that poof into a tuft of vapors upon forceful impact, wait as you get lost inside the seeping fog that bellows afterward.
Before, eventually, you either get so tired to the point where your body collapses, or you’re so desperately fighting off sleep that one single knock to the head is all it takes to put you under.
Then, from there, true work can be done, slipping into your dreams and truly damaging you there. She can’t kill people in their sleep via their dreams, but if she so desires, any pain felt within a dream will be felt across the physical body. Scratch marks and lacerations across the body, a sensation of drowning from a particularly aquatic dream. If it hurts, you will feel it. Unbearable pain to where if you succumb to such wounds and aren’t treated in a short amount of time after awaking, the desired result of death will come.
Should putting our foe to sleep prove too difficult, another approach can be taken. Once they’re tired enough, their very own exhaustion-spawned hallucinations can be turned against them, forging a waking nightmare that may, at the very least, cause some decent psychic damage and shoo the stubborn individual away from her.
But... truth be told? She really isn’t all that dangerous without these workarounds. A head-on opponent that isn’t falling for her tricks or giving her a second to work won’t find much trouble doing away with Fi. From there, it’s simple trickery and lying that will try to get her from a sticky situation. And it has been said that she is quite charming.
Fi is quite in-tune with her slumber, so much so that she can still interact with individuals while asleep herself. It won’t likely produce any fluent interactions, though, seeing as how she’ll be her most tired, silly, and unconcentrated self while technically sleeping... but she’ll still respond and perform acts as though she was awake. A much more stream of conscious sort of interaction. Even more than usual.
The only hitch is that she won’t remember any of the interactions had while asleep, a rare case where Fi doesn’t remember the dreams she enters. Fi has connections with other people’s dreams, but her own? They’re not as clear, seeing as she cannot properly dream. She has a dream world all to her own, but proper dreams that you and I have? She doesn’t have those. So these words spoken enter a space that doesn’t truly exist and are forgotten upon awakening.
🌙𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪…𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖💔
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People were mostly more shocked that Prince was so small in comparison to his dad, all things considered. You’d expect the tiny prince to be from a tiny family, but. Nope. Figuratively and literally… More than 57 cousins… Prince very casually took the offered donut piece from the stranger with a small ‘thank you’ as he quite immediately begins to eat it. For royalty, he’s quite easy to sate.
There’s a few pauses between his munches as he listens to the other, nodding in agreement with each one of her points. She wasn’t wrong, there were many ways to describe the cosmos. Some people used more complex words, sure, but it all boiled down to the same concepts at the end of it all. He almost wondered how the other managed to get here, but as long as she could breathe. She’d be fiiiiiine. Probably.
At the mention of making space, Prince tilted his head. The world of dreams wasn’t something Prince had been completely unaccustomed to– I mean for crying out loud, he needed to roll through his dad’s memories in order to get him out of a coma, of all things, but.
“My dad makes stars and stuff when he’s awake, n-not in his dreams… Well, actually, I donno w-what my dad dreams about. Maybe I’ll ask him later.” He said, taking another pause to bite out of the donut piece as if that first part wouldn’t be startling information to someone who had no context to his dad at all, “As for me? Uhhh… I remember my dreams sometimes. I think I dream about being on islands a l-lot. Like, vacation islands? With the beaches and sand…”
You know when cartoon characters do that thing where they walk off a cliff without falling because they haven’t yet realized that they’ve ran out of solid ground to step upon? Yeah, her breathing in space was a whole lot like that. Sometimes you had an underwater dream with complete negligence to the fact that water isn’t breathable, sometimes you had a sky-high flying dream without acknowledging that the thinner atmosphere would complicate a great many of things...
But just do not perceive such problems and... they truly weren’t as much of a problem as you’d think. Just don’t mention the discrepancy and we’ll most likely be fine.
Though, a discrepancy was steadily being spotted by the dreamer’s point of view, light-colored eyes staring blankly at the smaller one’s visage in... seeming thought. Or shock, perhaps? That would’ve been the most apt reaction, after all. Sounded pretty wild, creating stars. He spoke on his dad, a fellow who makes stars when he’s awake? Sights stare... gears turning, dial-up sounds whirring in the background, before...
“The big guy is your dad..? With the ” Hands head upward and fan outward from the ears, miming head cylinders. “And the ” Arms stretch apart to convey a great height. “You’re his...? Wow. That’s pretty cool. His dreams had a lot of places in it, couple aggressive dreams, and then afterward, most had people saying how great he is and stuff. Mnh, I didn’t stay long, though. I should go back with a notepad if you’re curious about his dreams. But your dad seems real neat.”
Yes, she may have rode in on the big guy’s dreams. He had so much going on that it was pretty easy to slip on out without bothering the large lad with her entrance, general presence, and following exit. As for the little one, the conversation was continued like nothing too crazy had been uttered. Y’know, just another Sunday.
“Ooh, beaches are always nice dreams~. Sipping a tasty drink and napping in the shade. Mm, keeping a dream journal helps with dream clarification, by the way. Then you get more fun dreams once you’re able to remember them more often! Makes sleeping even more great, knowing there’s a good dream waiting for you!”
From the realm of Melodia, the domain Fi originates from, there are nine Goddesses that the creative race worships. Either as a whole or those that hone in on one or two in particular, the Nine Muses are respected and revered as the planet’s main religion.
Calliope (muse of epic poetry), Clio (muse of history), Euterpe (muse of lyrical poetry), Melpomene (muse of tragedy), Terpsichore (muse of dancing), Erato (muse of erotic poetry), Thalia (muse of comedy), Polyhymnia (muse of hymns), and Urania (muse of astronomy).
Out of these nine, it is the Muses of Tragedy and Erotic Poetry, Melpomene and Erato respectively, that Fi follows. Lofi Hip Hop, at least the style that Fi focuses on, is a genre personalized by its fixation on less-than idealistic loves and the sorrow that follows from it. Songs to listen to while staring up at the vacant void of your pitch-black ceiling. The ‘i don’t love you anymore’s to the goodbyes neither side ever got to say. One-sided affairs where one would give themselves up for another who couldn’t care less about their sacrifices.
It’s this admittedly bleak area that Fi finds her musical stride in. The tragedy of Melpomene and the ‘erotic’ (her name also represents loving desires instead of strictly sexual natures) poetry of Erato.
In dedication to Fi’s muses, her PJs are decorated with the patterns of blue creeping myrtle and delicate red roses for Erato. She has also taken up the lyre as a main instrument for the Muse of Erotic Poetry as well.
And for Melpomene, an ornate knife is kept on her person. Now, this fact can certainly come off as alarming should such an item be brandished for whatever reason, but Fi herself with assure you that she holds no intent to strike with it. This is seen as a holy item of sorts, its very presentation furthering that point.
It is a silver blade decorated with engravings that show faux strands of ivy posing like veins in the knife. And a handle is engraved with depictions of classic tragedy and comedy masks with a black belt spiraling down and around the handle. Then, to create a double helix sort of look, a cloth of periwinkle color also spirals down, this ribbon remaining long enough to flow and unfold outward when unsheathed. Between each helix spiral does a tragic or comic mask peek out.
Whenever it’s in use, the item is always held rather daintily. Dramatically, if you will, staying in line with the dramas such an instrument would have been used for. And should push truly come to shove, this item can be used as a weapon, though Fi will like nothing of it, taking the time immediately after to clean the blade and make sure no true staining has come across the clean silver, polished leather belt, or untouched periwinkle ribbon.
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Somnolence
Noun
[som-nuh-luhns]
1. A state of sleepiness or drowsiness.
Origin: From Latin somnus (sleep). Ultimately from the Indo-European root swep- (to sleep), which is also the source of insomnia, hypnosis, soporific (inducing sleep), soporose (sleepy), somnambulate (to walk in sleep), and Sanskrit svapnah (dream). Earliest documented use: around 1386.
“Freneuse is an oddball, an idler, without any aim in life! If you ask me, he has smoked too much opium in the East, and that explains his somnolence, his morbid lethargies. It’s the hazardous legacy of bad habits!” - Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas
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Dreams were nothing but raw imagination. And much like the mind, they could be fun or frightening, shaking or inspiring. A desired distraction or something one wants nothing more than to get away from. But at the very least, the dream, and subsequently your mind, was yours.
Such... wasn’t always the case, as it were. Not wholly, at least. For the constructs of the mind building a scene from elements about the waking world would naturally sense a rogue element when it came into view. Something that wasn’t quite right. A brick from a separate set, something that didn’t click into place. And such element was marked when one pastel individual came into view from virtually nowhere, pillow toted under the arm, face simply pleased as punch as the surroundings were taken in.
“Hello! Yes, hi there! Sorry to bother, and I don’t usually do this kinda stuff, but I just wanted to say... this dream? It’s a really nice one! Nicest dream I’ve been to in a while! I was going back and forth on whether I wanted to interrupt or not because it seemed like it was going super duper well from my point of view, but... augh, I just had to say something, y’know?”
Fi is actually pretty good with clay sculpting. Fi’s species, Melodians, are extremely creative individuals by biological nature, but that doesn’t mean that every single one of them has a tie to every single artform. And while Fi is one of those that remain in the musical spectrum, clay molding is similar to what she does with sculpting her cloud/vapor creations. She’d take honest delight in a clay-molding class, or even something as simple as play-doh.
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Truthfully speaking, the oddity of seeing a little individual no bigger than her pinkie toe probably should’ve caused for some semblance of shock and or awe. But not a lot surprised the dreamwalker. Dreams were weird. Really weird. You got used to the strange when you walked around the proverbial screensavers of people’s brains for fun.
A small piece of the donut she was munching on was broken off and subsequently handed down to the smaller individual, eyes rolling upward in thought.
“I’ve been to space in dreams before, but I can’t say I’ve ever been to the real thing. All I know about it is that... it’s really cold,” an index finger sticks up. “It’s super big,” middle finger extends. “Aaaand... it’s super pretty!” Hmn. Only then does attention rather late to the party realize an oversized sleeve was concealing her counting fingers. Its pastel length is flapped haphazardly and drawn back, showing the unintentionally secret count she had been doing.
Anyways. From the mouth is a puff of vapor blown, the cool mist fanning out as it’s caught by hands going to fuss with the new cloud like it were a collection of clay. “But I dunno, dream space is pretty nifty. Instead of just being in space, you can make space. Or stars. Or comets! You can make anything! I’ve made a couple planets here and there, but I mainly like to see what others make. And...” A yawn. “You have any nice space dreams lately? ...Oh! Or do you dream about Earth because you’re from space?”
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Mm~. Libraries were so cozy. Reading wasn’t something the narcoleptic dream-hopper partook in all too often, (staying awake through an entire day was hard enough as is), but sometimes, that urge to curl up with a good book would strike. ...Maybe for the wrong reasons, though. The areas were quite quiet. Or, otherwise known as, a perfect environment for when sleep did inevitably take the traveler.
So there would the woman sit, body swaddled by a light cream-colored blanket in one of those comfy bean bag chairs, nothing but her head poking out from the heated mound. Ignore the fact that she was definitely threatening to nod off... Ah, but foggy attention would its point to refocus on as a young-looking boy with glasses strode by, his own collection of books carried in tow. Gosh, that felt like a lot of reading for one person, didn’t it?
Pastel magenta eyes trailed silently for a moment or two, all before a clearing of the throat in the boy’s direction decided that a question now on her mind had to be raised. “Pardon me, but... for all of those books, I see no study partner in sight. You don’t plan to go through each and every single one of those by yourself, do you?” Fi certainly hoped not. Having someone nearby to at least shake him awake when he passed out from either exhaustion or raw, unadulterated boredom sounded imperative. Yet there he went, on his lonesome. She wouldn’t mind alleviating some of those wordy burdens, should he need it.
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