#TECHNICALLY I THINK RIGHT??

[immoralimmortals]

Ah! Hello I've been reading your stuff (and it's pretty damn good, I've been enjoying it a lot) and I saw something last night where Tobi was your sleep paralysis demon. It was so goofy I thought I'd share, I was also thinking you could make a like a little one shot with this idea or like a little skit

Tobi is your sleep paralysis demon! Why not, let’s do it!

You’re what the kids call “edgy”. You got a Tor browser, went on the dark web, and started looking for sites to fuck your shit up. Conspiracy theories, mostly, with some epilepsy-enducing graphics-- all the “standard” sites you’d find on any list of websites to never under any circumstances visit. It was just about to get boring when you click on a hyperlink that leads to the following statement:

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

...Okay, that’s got you curious.

Turns out, it’s not too outrageous of an idea, as far as suggestions on the “real sleep paralysis demons” blog go. A bit of you is tantalized, even; you’re on this site with a small smidgen of hope that maybe, just maybe, there might be some legitimate advice that could help you dispel your own waking nightmares halfway through peaceful sleep. Gist of it is simple: get another demon to beat YOUR demon!

…

….

…..

That’s so stupid that it might work!

You print out the suggested incantation and sit up in bed that night, reading it aloud and putting your heart and soul into it. Let’s be honest, though: you’re edgy but not that edgy. Not to the point of delusion. The creature you see during sleep paralysis is a figment of the mind and exists in the mind alone. Demons aren’t real, you aren’t LITERALLY going to summon one to knock the lights out of the thing you see at night.

...But if you want something enough, maybe it’ll trick your brain chemistry into solving its own problem.

Man in the mask

Slay my nightmare

Man in the mask

Save my dreams

Man in the mask

Hold my life tender

Man in the mask

Come down to me

…

A deep breath in...out. Alright. Let’s see if that tricked the monkey that controls your brain into pulling the lever that actually lets you sleep through the fucking night. You shred the computer paper in half, lay down your head, and reach for the chain that turns your light off.

Ch-ching, the switch goes.

…

…

Your heart is racing too much. Dammit, just the acknowledgment of your visions has put your anxiety on a fast track to staying up all night. Jesus fucking Christ! Knowing there’s no saving you tonight, you sit up once again and turn back on the light. Maybe you can read a book or make a cup of tea-- no who are you kidding, you’re just gonna stare at your phone.

Ch-ching.

The light turns on and there is a man in your room.

You scream.

He screams.

You’re both screaming.

“WHO ARE YOU!”

“Who are YOU!” he shouts back, voice high pitched and finger pointed right at you. It’s hard for your eyes to make sense of what you see… Orange?! Orange and black…?!

“I LIVE HERE!”

…

“Oh!” The person next to your bed perks up and calms down, as if it makes total sense. “I guess that’s right! My name is-- OOF!”

You hit him with your pillow as hard as you can. The man flails his arms forward like an inflatable at a car dealership.

“Y/N, STOP! Ouch!”

You hit him again, leaning into it this time. And again, as well, he says the magic word:

“Y/N!”

...You stop mid swing. “How. H-. How do you know my name?! Who the HELL--?!”

“You summoned me!”

“What!”

“You!” he says, raising both gloved hands and pointing index fingers at said ‘you.’ “Summoned!” He uses the fingers to mime drawing a circle on the ground. “Me!” And finally points thumbs back to his face. It’s only now, of course, you see he lacks exactly that-- a face. What lies instead is a bright orange spiral that ends in a black hole. You squint so hard you’ll have headaches for weeks.

“That-- that’s not--… What?!”

“Man, for the host of the party, you sure are bad at keeping track of your guest list!”

That kind of talk brings you right back to reality. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

“Allllright!” the shadow singsongs, raising his palms and shaking his head as if to symbol he’s giving up. “But you’ll miss me when I’m gone!”

“What the fuck are you—”

“Click!”

Chain for the light is pulled down. Ch-ching!

“SHIT!”

Ch-ching!

Light on.

He is gone.

The summoning worked, all in all. You don’t sleep that night. In fact, your eyes burn as you try not to blink at all. Police find no evidence of a break in once you get the nerve to call them. No broken windows, door is fine...not even an attempt to crawl through the chimney.

It’s like he never existed.

...You’ve made a hell of a convoluted situation to live with, brain.

[artistic-cocoon]

Saw someone on twt say they wanted to see Percy drawn like Yusuf Dikec and I couldn't help myself

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[sheriffofmagic]

a dimension 20 themed um actually episode where they have all the intrepid heroes on and they have to answer trivia questions about their own campaigns. brennan is trapped in a soundproofed glass box to the side banging on the walls desperately trying to answer questions but is not allowed to participate

[kingzombear]

I saw you write “Bear” next to Ragatha and forgot it was your water mark, but now in my mind Ragatha had a bear build ☺️

Also your art is top tier 👌

Bearagatha is REAL gooseworx is my mom. Ragatha has a teddy bear named Andy

I like to think she drew her tummy hair on with felt marker cause she felt (lol) like it. Also, I don't think anyone here has nails girl 🧐

[salamispots]

something something giant isopod sharing is caring pass the detritus

inprnt

[fumiko-matsubara]

The reason why I haven't been active lately lol 🩷

[itsdefinitely]

big fan of when people draw him getting held like a hamster

[tosailuponthesea]

if I had a nickel for every time the PC’s on Dimension 20 successfully pulled off IMPROMPTU SURGERY in less than ideal conditions despite being WILDLY unqualified I’d have FOUR NICKELS which frankly IS a lot and it’s INSANE it happened at all, much less multiple times across unrelated campaigns!!

edit: it didn’t actually happen four times, it happened FIVE TIMES

[nanaonmars]

jason: why won’t you leave my dad alone?!

clark: because we’ve been together for 20 years jason… we have 8 kids, you included, and… we’re in love

duke, in the background: boke!

jason: i’ll find dirt on you yet. i’ve got people working on it.

clark: 🧍🏻

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[akirakirxaa]

For absolutely no reason at all please reblog if you think grey or blue skinned Duskwight based characters can be Ishgardian.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Had a. very silly au idea while I was sick