#oc: sleeper

[0ce4n-m4n]

what morals (if any) does The Sleeper abide by?

Sleeper is simply a guardian of homeless and people with sleep disorders, but they are extremely protective of said individuals, even to the point of taking someone's life. And they absolutely have taken lives before. See below the Read More

Grandpa Johnson: Ah, I remember 40 years ago, at the ripe age of 32… I had been homeless for a while. To be quite honest, it was a rough time for me.

Grandkids, 18yo and 20yo: What happened? How did you live through that?

Grandpa Johnson: Well… I can certainly tell you, but I'm not sure you'd believe me. Here, let me show you something. *shows crescent-shaped scar on the back of his neck *

Grandpa Johnson: This mark, it bears an importance. It was given to me by… well, I'm not sure what it was. I want to say it was an angel, one that watched over me while I was without a place to stay. I also wasn't the only one with the mark… a handful of others I huddled up with had them too. We weren't sure what the marks were for, only that they had been given to us by our (supposedly) watchful protector. And I call it our protector for a reason: Once, me and another homeless man, Benjamin, were gathering cans and a few other recyclables to haul so we could get some spare change for food. We were caught by two cops, of whom were threatening us with arrest and joking maliciously about our situation. We ran, of course. Didn't take them long to catch up and get us on the ground to cuff us. That's when I saw it, silently floating along the pavement toward us. I knew it wasn't my imagination, because Benjamin and the cops saw it too.

Cop 1: Hey… Tim…? What the hell is THAT!!? It's coming right at us!

The creature, a floating, hunched over humanoid figure underneath a blanket, stopped. A single horn-like protrusion stuck out from underneath the blanket where the creature's head likely was, and there were two eyes glowing from within the darkness under the horn. The creature’s body was shrouded by the blanket, but part of its arms, legs, hands, and feet stuck out the bottom. Its skin was a dark rusty orange and very wrinkly, like it had been soaking in a bathtub for hours. The visible portions of its limbs gave it the appearance of being rather sickly and thin.

(Tim) Cop 2, pointing his gun at the creature: Whoever you are, don't move, or I'll shoot!

The blanketed beast's horn extended at a high speed, shooting right into Tim's right eye and piercing through to the back of his head. His body quivered violently, and the gun slipped right out of his hand, clattering onto the concrete.

Cop 1, so terrified from the attack that he had fallen onto his butt: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! TIM!!!!!!! NO!!!!

He watched as the creature’s horn slowly retracted, making a gross noise upon coming out of Tim’s eye socket. Tim’s lifeless body fell to the ground, then the creature turned to the other cop. Upon realizing the creature was looking at him, he got up as fast as he could and attempted to run. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late. The horn shot through his left leg mid-step, causing him to collapse onto the pavement in agony.

Cop 1, writhing in his blood on the concrete: Oh god….. Oh god no…… Please, no……

The grandchildren stared at grandpa Johnson in horror as he described in detail what happened to the second cop.

Grandpa Johnson: The entire experience scarred me, I just haven’t been the same since. Watching someone die that brutally really changes you, you know?

After an hour or so, the grandkids finally returned home and bid their grandpa a farewell

On the car ride home:

18yo: So… Do you think that really happened to him?

20yo: Who’s to say? The way he described it in full actually scared me! It sounded pretty real, too real. And his scar… it’s perfectly shaped, and he said other people were given the same mark.

18yo: Weird to think that angels might actually exist, huh? Haha.

20yo: Yeah… maybe…

[denis-local]

"NOTICE: Z-113 is set to be terminated very soon, in the meantime PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION when around Z-113."

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[proliterat]

Sympathy for the Devil (I know I loved you once)

[dreammeiser]

🪄 Dear Mad March Hare, Sweet Rose of May 🌈

[0ce4n-m4n]

thank u again 💙

Attack for @0ce4n-m4n featuring Sleeper!

[ann-chovi]

might i suggest cuddles? im sorry i just think that silly train man and medic gal deserve lovins fr 🥹🥹🥹❤️

Anon, you're so right.

Have a couple of middle-aged sleepies having some well deserved snuggle snoozes~

[jdexhusband]

Sal (Otto's childhood friend) and her boyfriend Bellamy (referred to as Daisy Bell) and Otto (from his wilder days)

[pikkissis]

@maybeher0 !!!

THE WAY MY HEART DROPPED WHEN I READ YOUR TAG... YOU'RE RIGHT!! There's... there's only one reasonable way to handle this...

Original post!

Io stiffens, her blood running cold...

The weight of the realization heavy. So, so heavy. How careless of her to drop her guard, a sting of regret seizing her. To think any creature isn't a ravenous, blood-thirsty beast.. to think, her Pikmin, so near to their demise. All because of her. "No...n-no, not again, no..." She could feel her lips imitate these words as if they were recited countless times before. The only sense of understanding she could grasp was her fears; now, all of them, laid out in front of her once more. It wasn't a nightmare, however, not the one's she had grown accustomed to; it was all real, a cruel twist of fate to watch play out. All over again. It felt as if the future of their lives were only heartbeats to an end and there would be no one else to blame; not the creature, not the Pikmin... never them, she stifled a noise to such a thought. But her. Io's vision narrowed. Her senses all numb, only that of which was the sediment beneath her. She couldn't hear anything, not the panicked cries of her Pikmin, not the seamless bellow of the fascinating creature before them. Only silence that became deafening. A scene Io beheld in dreadful clarity soon fell into darkness, one question ringing in her mind. One begging the retelling of a horrible story. It begs, "Will you do things differently?"

As Io awoke, the creature was no where to be seen. "Was it ever there?" She questioned. The only signs were of her Pikmin, now surrounding her with their wide and innocent eyes. She quickly scrambled up, feeling around as if her memory were tangible and scattered around her. Io counted each Pikmin, recalling that there had been... One, two, three... She twisted about and found the last Pikmin had clung to her arm, precious tears falling from its eyes. In a small breath, she managed a quiet, "Four..." That was when a sob arose, an unpleasant one, which soon clasped at her throat. Io grasped for these few Pikmin, hugging them closely, feeling the grief overwhelm her body. Sobs shaking both her and her Pikmin. Even through the protective material of her spacesuit, she felt the warmth of their bodies. A few Pikmin still wriggled about in the efforts to become comfortable, their chattering to one another causing Io's ears to prick up despite her mourning. Only the fourth Pikmin had been still, its nose in the nook of her neck. Outside of all the layers, her helmet... the golden band around her neck; she felt it. In all it's realness, warmth, liveliness; all of it in her arms. A new story to behold. A new lesson to learn. A new life to live with these few. Io squeezed them more closely, never wanting to let them go. An image soothed over her strain, one that revealed a future with these Pikmin. All of it, starting here.

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God Bless!

[kirnet]

took a break from drawing evil yuri to draw good yuri

[intothefrisson]

I will never recover actually. Absolute devastation.

Based off this post

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[to-shards-you-say]

birthday present for @sadibadimadi! Sadi's stormlight oc Ry with @smeegamae's oc Melo :)

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image description with help from the wonderful @taravangians-storming-balls 🥰

[chooh2]

Cat Nap in the middle of watching Bushidō X 😴

[small-world-au]

*After The Incident (TM), maybe a couple days after Sora woke up, Zaria knocked on Sora’s door*

“It’s me, Zaria. Can I come in? I just want to check on you.”

Sora looked up as he was running his fingers through a Sleeping Stone’s hair.

“Oh! Ofc! Come in, pequeña.”

*Zaria opens the door*

“Good morning, dear.”, Sora said in a whispered tone as he smiled at his baby, happy about her visitation.

“Am doing much better now, the doctors said they’ll release me tomorrow! But I have to take it easy as my abdomen nearly got sliced in half, heh…”

*awkward silence*

He then tilts his head.

“How are you doing? With all of this? I’ve heard that you and others are spending Rowan’s money. But…you seemed quite sad during the last visit…”

He extended his hand, encouraging her to step forward.

As he took her hand, he asked…

“Are you okay???”

[lordcringe]

Dont really post au stuff on here buuuuuut

Them🤝 Eddie and Michael are adoptive brother here tehe

Also 1st look at my symbrock kid here

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[jester-w-n0n4m3]

OFFICER I WANT THIS MAN TOSSED IN THE MEAT GRINDER‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[proffbon]

My Rook is a certified clinger in bed. Between him and Assan probably acting like a giant cat and trying to sleep on Davrin's face, it's a miracle the man is not getting crushed to death in his sleep.