#insomnia drabble

[sodaneko]

it’s late when osamu slips under the covers with you. he told you not to wait for him while he closes up the store, told you to catch some sleep because by god you need it, told you a million times and each time you stubbornly refused. the soft light of the nightstand lamp dips your bedroom in golden hues, the book you were reading abandoned somewhere between your pillow and the plush he won for you at the arcade shortly after you started dating in high school. 

osamu doesn’t know how you do it night for night, but you somehow manage to occupy the entire bed in your sleep, laying there sprawled out in nothing but an old shirt of his and panties, tangled up in the blanket and leaving little to no room for him. he scoffs out a quiet laugh while the mattress dips under his weight, his hands gently maneuvering your form snug against him with one leg hooked over his and your head coming to rest on top his chest. he feels you stirring awake, always the light sleeper, and tries to coax you back to sleep with a few kisses on your forehead and hushed sweet nothings against the shell of your ear.

your hand dances across his torso with featherlight touches and he catches it, calloused fingers wrapping around yours, his thumb running soothingly over your knuckles. osamu feels your wedding band–a line of his vows engraved into it–sitting on your ring finger and his heart grows twice in size again, as if trying to make room for you to crawl into if you ever needed a place to hide from the world. some days it still feels surreal, all of it–to call you his, the matching rings, and the polaroids on the fridge from when you eloped a few months ago. someone who loves even the most flawed version of him like it’s easy. the mental image of you saying “i do” with a smile brighter than the sun is carrying him through his darkest days. 

he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it and your fingertips before nuzzling his face into your palm and letting out a content sigh. no matter how weary his bones, holding you like this made it all worthwhile. osamu never took your love for granted; not when you blurted out your confession behind the gym after training, not when culinary school grinded him down and left you with nothing but a ghost of him, not when he proposed with a paper ring made from wrappers of your favorite candy. it’s as if you always see right through him, seeing him for the man that he is–one that’s hopelessly, deeply, endlessly in love with you, only you, forever you.

[kawoala]

⁝ KOZUME KENMA 𝜗𝜚 2:34 am 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 293

ᰔ content warning ; implied insomnia 、 twitch streamer! kenma 、 drabble 、 kiyoko is pregnant for some reason? 、 time-stamp.

2:34 am.

“you don’t get enough sleep.”

the light from his computer is filling the room, illuminating his face and everything around him. he turns around to look at you, a tired look in his eyes. theres a moment of silence as he stares at you before he gives you a small, crooked smile, forcing you to replace the serious look you had tried so hard to keep with a smile of your own.

“kenma,” you scowl playfully, walking over to him quietly. your feet pad against the hardwood floor, each step sending a shiver up your spine. “we went to bed together so we could wake up together.”

he presses his lips together and nods once. “i know,” he whispers, voice raspy - tired. you get closer to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “couldn’t sleep. i had an idea for a stream and then-“

“then your brain was up and running?” you finish for him, laughing lightly. you look down at him and cup his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “i understand that, i do, but you need to get sleep. we have a big day tomorrow.”

“we do?” he quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head as best as he can with you holding him. when your brows furrow, he chuckles. “i’m kidding. baby shower for kiyoko, i know.”

“can you believe it? people our age are having *babies* now. i feel so…” you trail off, sighing. “old.”

“we’re twenty-three, y/n.”

you roll your eyes at him. “i know that!” you exclaim. “i’m just saying… hey! you’re supposed to be coming back to bed with me, you know.”

he smiles again. “okay, y/n. let’s go to bed.”

[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

[sunshinebingo]

Gwynriel - 600 words - Just fluff

Inspired by the picture used in the title card, and a conversation with some friends on discord. I wish I remembered who was in that discussion so I could tag them specifically. Sorry guys 🥺

"It was a beautiful mystery, she thought as she gazed at him, how some people came together as intuitively as the laws of nature. Were such people born already belonging to each other, or..."

Gwyn pauses. She lifts the hand that isn't holding her book to cover her mouth as a yawn break from her lips. She turns the page and continues to read aloud, her hand going back to playing with the silky hair of the male who is holding one of her legs hostage.

"...or was it some gods who, after much observation, placed them on the same path? She had never truly unders..."

Her voice starts to come out a little slurred. Her eyelids droop. The words on the page start to merge, the c blending into the e, the same e that looks no different from an a. She yawns again.

Gwyn picks up the blue ribbon she uses as a bookmark from her lap and places it in between the pages before closing the book.

Her arms rise above her head as she stretches her body to get rid of the stiffness that has settled in after hours of sitting on this couch.

Azriel grumbles. He hugs her left leg tighter, preventing Gwyn from straightening it properly. She huffs and brings both of her hands to his head to push him away. But all pretence of annoyance is erased from her face when she looks down at him.

Gwyn can't stop herself from smiling at the sight of one of the scariest looking and broodiest male that she has ever known holding onto her leg like a child would their comfort blanket. His large body is turned on his side with one of his feet dangling off the end of the couch. His bare chest rises and fall with each slow breath he takes. There is a slight furrow to his brows, no doubt from Gwyn having apparently so rudely dared to interrupt his sleep.

She brushes away the few curls of his obsidian hair that have fallen on his forehead. The sound that rumbles out of him when her nails gently scrapes along his scalp is akin to the purr of a contented cat. Gwyn's whole body shake from her giggle despite her attempt to stifle it. Azriel grumbles again and tightens his hold on her. Any tighter and he will cut off the blood circulation in this leg.

"Can I move?" she asks with a light tug on his hair.

"No," Azriel mumbles, his deep voice barely audible. "You're stuck with me."

He nuzzles his face against her leg. One of his hands glides higher and stops at the seam of her sleeping shorts where his thumb starts caressing her skin.

She shakes her head. Of course she is stuck with him. She smiles. But there is no one else she would rather be stuck with.

Very slowly so as not to awake the grumbling sleeping beauty, she slides herself lower on the couch until she is mostly lying down and she can place her head on the armrest. She adjusts the few cushions she can reach beneath her head and at her sides. Gwyn sighs when she finally manages to get somewhat comfortable.

Unable to properly kiss him goodnight, she kisses her own fingers instead and lightly slaps them on the small part of his face that isn't buried between her leg and the cushion beneath it.

She picks her book back up and opens it again, intent on reading incomprehensible words until they put her to sleep. Her other hand returns to its rightful place in Azriel's hair. Tomorrow she will need to find a way to remind him that he is also stuck with her. She hopes that eternity won't be too much for him.

[leezlelatch]

“Copia, would you save me if I was kidnapped by ghosts?”

All is quiet in the bedroom for several seconds, the question hanging in the air before Copia rolls over, his eyes bleary from sleep as he looks at you.

“Eh…what?” His tired face screws up in confusion. “Why are ghosts kidnapping you?”

“Don’t think too much into it, just answer the question.”

Copia has the good nature to look amused by your early, early morning question, his arms wrapping around you to pull you across the mattress, squeezing you to him like a teddy bear as he rests his cheek just above yours.

“Mmm, I would be very sad, amore,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he nuzzles sweetly into your skin. “Very angry that ghosts took you from me.”

“So what would you do?” His sweet embrace is rapidly drawing you back to sleep, your voice soft.

“Ah, la risposta è semplice. I would summon an entire demonic army to save you and deliver the ghosts unto Satan,” Copia heaves a sleepy sigh, his voice growing quieter. “Their souls would burn in the pit in eternal hellfire.”

You stir and twist in his embrace to look at him. “Wait, you can do that?”

Copia hooks a leg around yours and readjusts you, his body like a weighted blanket to calm your racing little mind. He drags the covers firmly over you both. “Go to sleep, amore.”

You fall into silence for several seconds.

“I love you, Copia.”

A lingering kiss to your forehead, a soothing thumb across your brow. “And I love you, so very much,” he says.

[foundedroses]

This isn't really a fanfic idea, but if you do headcanons, can i req some NSFW headcanons for Shuu Tsukiyama from tokyo ghoul? 🤯

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ NSFW headcanons: Shuu Tsukiyama !

a/n: Hi anon! thank u sm for the req! in fact i do write hcs for characters and tsukiyama is actually one of my fav tg characters, so i obviously couldnt knock this req back! i wrote this at exactly 1:02am on the night b4 my bday, so sorry I cut it short, I was literally falling asleep while typing, welp, hope its what you asked for!

CW: smut warning

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —

₊ ⊹ Alright, starting off easy, Tsukiyama is gentle. He prefers romantic and slow sex over rough and fast sex. He would prefer to savour and cherish the moment rather than get it over quickly.

₊ ⊹ He is a sucker for neck and throat kisses.

₊ ⊹ Kinda in conjunction with the last headcanon, but I think he’s some sensitive area is his neck.

₊ ⊹ Absolutely loves when his s/o leaves hickies along his neck, probably into light biting as well because…well, he wants nothing more than to taste his s/o.

₊ ⊹ Not quiet at all. Very dramatic and likes to emphasise his moans. On everyone and their uncles, he definitely spews a series of French words when he orgasms.

₊ ⊹ Possibly into some light bondage, nothing too extreme. Just the usual blindfolds and handcuffs. Nothing to extra, yk?

₊ ⊹ Loves lace, especially white lace. Thinks it’s so elegant, loves it when his s/o wears anything lace in the bedroom.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —

[coconi]

A-Z Drabble Practice #17

"Quadrant D clear."

Omega's ocular receptors dim, finishing their nightly perimeter scan. Team Dark's quarters return to darkness.

Voice modulator: off. Proceed with final step.

Moving as quietly as his metallic body will allow, Omega trudges towards the two closed doors on the other side of the apartment. He lingers by each in turn, allowing his sensors to delve and scan past them. Two sets of vitals. Stable. Within normal sleep parameters.

Satisfied, Omega enters his room and slumps against the wall amidst his few possessions: spare ammunition, polish, crane game plushes, a singed photograph…

Mission complete. Initiating scheduled stasis.

(Previous)

[lacefedora]

Ambrosia: Devil's Minion / Armandaniel

I was inspired by THIS POST that provided such a vivid image I had to write it. this ficlet is rated E, sexy bits are under the cut.

-

Daniel doesn't remember biting into his neck, but that moan was going to haunt him the rest of his life. Armand moaning into his ear, panting against it in desperate gasps, each breath coming in time with each slow draw that Daniel took into his mouth. Savoring the blood. He'll never forget the heady burst of flavor. He will make certain of it.

Honey and pineapple Louis had said. He was wrong. It was so much sweeter.

Daniel had been too dazed when Armand had turned it to really taste it. And with Armand immediately taking off Daniel had been desperately depressed he might never taste it again. To get the chance to really imprint it on his memory. He wouldn't miss the chance now.

Armand moves and Daniel latches on tighter. His long fangs sinking deeper, bringing more exquisite, ancient blood to the surface. He hears Armand whimper and Daniel is dimly aware of sharp glass edge nails ripping into his skin. Like Armand is trying to claw him closer, desperate for even more contact than Daniel's teeth in him.

Daniel can't complain; really he wants to do the same. No high he'd ever chased could possibly compare to this. He'd like to split him open and crawl inside to drink from him until he died. This must be what ambrosia had tasted like. That's what it was. Not Honey and Pineapple. Ambrosia. Food only fit for the gods.

"Daniel please." Armand is gasping, the first words he's gotten out since this ordeal started. And they're desperate, thready, devoid of composure. Daniel will do anything to make him sound like that every day... the control freak unraveling, coming apart at the seems. A whole new brand of addiction taking hold in him. Or fuck, maybe this was religious fervor. Divine ecstasy.

Daniel knows what he wants too. He can taste it in his blood, smell it on his skin, feel it in the wanton twitch of hips. He moves his hand to the front of Armand's pants and rubs the deliciously hard cock he finds there. Timing it perfectly to align with the pull of blood from his veins. Armand thrashes bracing himself against the wall to push into the touch.

Armand's next moan is like a church bell, abrupt and resonant. Daniel can feel it echoing around in his brain. Daniel uses his claws well, slicing the button off Armand's pants and pulling down the zipper to shove them down off of him. At long last he wraps his fingers around Armand's cock. They both moan at the contact, though Daniel's is muffled by his mouthful. Fuck he must have almost bitten clean through the skin. Like a rabid dog.

Daniel hesitates, very nearly pulling his teeth free to look Armand in the face. But there's a mad scramble of limbs then Armand is grabbing the back of his neck and holding Daniel firmly in place. Daniel unwinds from his tension and then draws down another gulp of blood. He squeezes Armand's cock… He'd have to get a good look at it later. It feels as pretty as the rest of him. He works him much faster than the slow little drinks he was taking. The contrast drives Armand wild as he suspected and the moans he gives are completely unrehearsed. Needy.

Daniel can feel how hard his own cock is. He's been hard since the moment he sank his teeth into him. But he isn't paying himself any mind at all. It's completely secondary to the way Armand is falling apart pressed against the wall. Daniel shifts his grip and he knows it must be good because Armand jerks in his arms, tearing his flesh further. The renewed gush of blood causes Daniel to push his own cock against Armand's hip, mindlessly seeking friction.

The action causes Armand to give a choked cry that he muffles against Daniel as he comes in glorious hot spirts. The blood gets on both of them. Their shirts and Daniel's arm and hand. Daniel finally releases the bite, pulling back to admire his handy work… it looks much like his neck had looked before it scarred. The comparison doesn't bother him so much as it should. He smiles and the brings up his other hand to bite his thumb and close the wounds.

"Leave them. Let thim heal on their own." Armand insists, the quick as light he has Daniel pinned to the wall instead, dropping to his knees and ripping open his fly. His fangs are out as he swallows Daniel's cock down to the hilt. Daniel doesn't even warn him not to bite. He drops his head against the wall with a thud, moaning. He felt high, but still beautifully lucid. He laughs breathlessly as he winds his clean hand into Armand's hair. The other hand he brings to his mouth, licking it clean with Armand starting to give him by far the messiest blow job he can remember.

Daniel comes when Armand scrapes his teeth over his dick with deliberate intention. All he can taste is Armand's sweet blood in his mouth.

[riptidesiren]

SHE

I'm running on 4 hours of sleep and a dream—yet somehow now my mind decided to be inspired and actually write something...

Fortunately a fried brain, means fried anxiety so I'll just post it while I can lol

~550 word Drabble inspired by the vibe of 'Need to Change' - Landon Tewers. And of course Caleb brain rot took charge over it lol. Any and all typos etc. may be kept as a souvenir. Might cross post to AO3 if/when I have space of mind. AO3

No smut. No fluff. Just vibe.

She

The doors opened to admit the newest patron. Only a few heads, bend in conversation or enraptured in a display, turned to offer a perfunctory glance in the general direction. All swivelled right back once their minds processed the information. The newest patron descended the few steps to glide across the floor sending cool eyes across the low lighted vault. Her shoes, high as they were, made no sound on the marble and yet more heads were drawn in by an unexplainable force. She was new. Fresh meat. That alone garnered interest. The esteemed guests of the establishment would have left it at that, had they been able to avert their eyes once more. No one approached her. Only watched as graceful steps brought her to the bar and a low voice ordered. She turned and faced the room causing unabashed stares to flit away and occupy themselves with their abandoned entertainment once more. Her gaze swept the room and turned with her fluid movement to accept her drink. Someone had moved. Broken the shared transfixion of this new arrival. A collective breath was begun to be held when the man approached her. Tranquil eyes looked up through lashes, indicating no other acknowledgement of the person before her. She fixed him to the spot as he lost his suave approach, reduced to stumbling sentences. Without answering she began floating away from him. He held no appreciation for this behaviour. His attempt to grab her was fumbled as she smoothly turned from his reach and in one motion had his hand bend in pain. The quiet room watched as she punished him in silence and slunk away. Leaving him at the mercy of piercing eyes from all directions. While the patrons had begun to settle and compose themselves, their eyes could not help dart over to wherever she stood and beheld the displays the vaulted room had to offer. The way she carried herself across the floor held none of the indication of the collar she wore and the mark it bore. Daring patrons lost their composure as they neared her and ended up veering off course. Separated by an invisible boundary she appeared as a curiosity that did not allow to be dismissed. One more had succeeded to enter her periphery and been granted a glance over from those captivating eyes before they returned to the contortionist currently bending herself backward on the platform. Dismissed. He had been watching the singularity slink around the patrons and platforms' various displays. Her arrival had set the imperative for tension. It fed the patrons' desires. Turning their leisure appetites into aching obsessions. Compelling them to seek their deliverance in the establishments beverages and distractions. Striving to obtain a substitution for that which they unconsciously knew they could not have. The girl on his lap eagerly took his empty tumbler. When had she been sat on the floor and the armchair abandoned? The girl watched his broad shoulders cut through the patrons as his long legs carried him to his destination. A shiver ran up the newest patron's spine when his fingers skimmed along her exposed back to announce his presence. Her eyes fluttered close, relishing the contact. The floor was watching them enraptured. She turned her head and bestowed a bewitchingly serene smile upon him as she gazed into amethyst eyes.

Thanks for reading! If you liked it, let me know! <3

[sunsage]

The sea is far too cold this late in autumn but he doesn't seem to care, lowering his hands into the frigid water and scrubbing at his face, trying to rid of the dark paint stuck to it. The water around him is starting to look like an oil spill.

[hereissomething]

i made a magic potion that helps me sleep at night and dream about old man balls🥴

[moon-and-stars-selfship]

Decaf

Length-Medium

Ship-Ignis Scientia

Owen stumbled into the lounge of the hotel they were staying in, his legs barely functioning. Even if his mind had been awake for hours, his body had yet to catch up. Despite barely being able to hold him the aching restlessness in his calves and tingling in his toes refused to relent.

Making his way to one of the recliners that sat in the middle of the lounge he collapsed, placing his palm on his face and exhaling with exhaustion. "Couldn't sleep?" He jumped slightly at the voice, sitting up and turning to find Ignis standing at the mini kitchenette wearing his underclothes. Seeing him in boxers and a tank top outside of the bed was jarring, though still wearing his glasses he retained a modicum of his usual refined appearance. Even so, the sight alone of him already made Owen feel more relaxed.

As he lay back in the recliner he made a noise in affirmation. "Yeah, RLS. How about you?" The sound of boiling water brought a rich aroma to his attention. "More of a restless mind. Coffee?" Ignis offered, already pouring a mug for him. "Won't that just wake me up?" Owen asked, accepting the offered mug regardless. "Not if you know how to brew it." Ignis was pouring his own cup now. Awake or asleep, as long as he was either one or the other would be better than being halfway between each.

By the time Owen had added a packet of creamer from the bowl on the table to his coffee Ignis' glasses were already fogged up, and as he lifted the steaming mug to his lips he took a sip. He nearly spat out the boiling liquid at how bitter it was. "Augh...This tastes terrible." It was nothing like the smooth, balanced flavor that he'd come to associate with Ebony. He instinctively started to reach for the sugar before Ignis spoke up. "Now now, sugar won't get anything done this early. Or this late, rather, depending on how you look at it." Owen grimaced, looking back down at the brown liquid and deciding to forego the sugar.

Ignis took another sip off his coffee, hardly reacting to the excessive bitterness. "And I well imagine it should: It's decaf." His gaze shifted to Ignis leaning on the counter as he opted to simply add more creamer. "I didn't know you even had the stuff." Ignis swirled his mug, looking into the black fluid. "Yes, I find it's quite useful to have on hand for nights like this." Owen hunched over, looking back at his now pale brown drink before taking a sip. Bearable. "So...What's got your mind racing? Is everything okay?" He turned his head to see Ignis facing the wall. "Nothing really to be concerned with. Truth be told it's nothing more troubling than needing to restock on a few spices at the next chance." Ignis raised his mug again before seemingly changing him mind, lowering it without taking a sip. "No, everything is just fine. Simply thoughts that won't settle for the night."

Owen pushed himself from the recliner, standing and walking to Ignis' side where he leaned against the counter beside him. "Ever thoughtful." Owen observed, setting his right hand on the counter between them. "Almost to a flaw." Ignis mused, moving his left hand down to accept the silent offering. As he rested his hand on Owen's his fingers slid between his partner's. Owen took a moment to appreciate the unhindered contact as he lifted his fingers, tightening them against Ignis'.

The two stayed together in silence, enjoying one another's present in the night while the both of them being too tired to do much else. After several minutes Owen yawned, the fatigue having shifted back into sleepiness. As he realized that his legs were hurting less Ingis spoke up. "Looks to me as if the coffee is working as intended." Owen took one more sip, the drink having grown a bit more tolerable. Just a bit. "Looks like it." He moved from the counter to dump the remaining liquid in the nearby sink, rinsing the black ring from the cup. "Not entirely useless having decaf around. I say I'm feeling more at ease myself," Ignis said, moving from the counter. Stepping aside Owen gave him room to clean his own cup.

As he set it to the side to dry Owen moved towards him, placing his chest against his back and resting his chin on his shoulder. "What say we try to get a bit more shut eye. We might have more luck if we spend the rest of the night together~" With a chuckle Ignis turned his head, and as he craned his neck Owen leaned closer, moving in so they could press their lips together. The contact sent a tingle through his body that made him forget all about the pinpricks in his feet, and after letting it linger for a moment Ignis pulled back, his breath rolling against Owens lips in passing. "If not, I'm sure we could find some way to occupy ourselves." The offer made Owen smile, and as he gave him one more quick peck he took a step backwards, letting Ignis turn around. "I'm sure we could."

The two of them were fast asleep within minutes of wrapping their arms around one another.

[gotyouanyway]

started writing got distracted. was kinda onto something though 👀

[springtrapsspringlockedbussy]

talking to one of my friends and i mentioned off the cuff that id like to eventually think about nolan after twenty years. like him being 48-ish and just as miserable but now he has the wisdom to be just as idiotic as he is when he's 27

unfortunately their immediate reaction was 'i have to draw him.' and now i have a middle-aged man saved to my phone and i can't do fuckin anything with it yet

so check it man. i understand the vision that they had to express through artwork honestly

[savage-rhi]

Magensia?

[niwatari-rei]

will you please do me the honor of writing....... insomnia's creator? :>

The man sighed, looking at the artwork. “Do you ever…It’s nothing.” Now what was it that his own creator was trying to ask of it? The look in his eyes seemed to be resigned to whatever he had decided on. “Do you mind telling me more about this world?” It asked, always curious about how things were on the other side. Perhaps it was its own imagination but there seemed to be a sad smile on the creator before it disappeared. “I suppose I can. It’s probably boring where you are, isn’t it?” He hummed in deep thought. It listened intently, dreaming of the day that it would one day walk amongst people.