#sleepy series

[yandereunsolved]

𐂂 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Yandere ??? — Wendigo 𐂂 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

𓄃 From the depths of the forest, it appeared. They told you not to walk alone at night, and you did. It'd eat you; it'd kill you. The Wendigo. The cannibalistic, once-human creature that stalked your local woodlands during the winter. No one would dare forage or play in the icy white droplets near the woodlands. Too many human carcasses had turned up for people to think of it as a simple legend.

You thought yourself safe. It's fall; the creature is only ever seen in the winter. It once looked more human, you were told, but it took on the appearance of a crytpid deer creature. It towered over you at fifteen feet tall. Glowing yellow eyes shining through its deer skull pierce through your soul. 

Its elongated claws almost caringly scratched against your neck. Its lips are nonexistent on its deer skull, but its tongue lulls out, the length of your arm. It's coated in dried blood and forked at the tip. It crouches so it's on its haunches, its head tilting towards you as its antlers rub against your stomach.

You're frozen, petrified by the horrifying monster that stunk of rotted flesh and wet dog.

𓄃 It let you go that night after what felt like an eternity. It ended up sitting near you, pawing at you like a lost animal. It would tilt its head to the side every once in a while. Although it never spoke, it simply met your eyes, its gaze unceasing. 

You refused to walk within five hundred feet of the forest after that. You'd see it's yellow eyes watching you whenever you walked near the woods. It was any woods, any.

One night, it dragged you back into the forest and sat next to you. It made cooing sounds and cuddled up to you. Its gut-wrenching fetor seemingly tamer. It now smelled faintly of mint and spring blossoms.

𓄃 It became routine for you to visit it. It'd bring you dead animals and pieces of human flesh. Its claws would tear the flesh up and try to place it in your mouth. It'd open its skull and flick its tongue out to show you. Every time you refused, it seemed dejected and would angrily huff.

It made it clear that it wanted you to become a wendigo.

If you willingly ate human flesh, the thought made you shudder.

It even gifted you deer skulls, as well as other animal skulls. It'd place them near your head, as if appraising each one for a transformation you refuse to allow to happen.

𓄃 It'd curiously observe whatever you did. It'd point to your human technology and growl softly. It'd roar in an unpleased manner whenever your human interests took you away from it. 

However, it loved your sketchbook and the sticky things you called stickers. It'd purr when you decorated its skull with whatever stickers you had. It tried to eat them, and you did your best to explain not to. It still did. By the end of your nights together, it was adorned with many silly stickers all over its skull and antlers. It was elated, from what you could tell. It'd lick you happily.

It is even more excitable when you draw it. It doesn't matter if you have the artistic skills of Picasso or a toddler who can't color within the lines. It loves all of your renditions of it. It hangs them up in its cave and coats them in energy so they don't wrinkle or lose their vibrancy.

𓄃 It can smell your hormones and tell when you are most fertile. It becomes increasingly aggressive towards other people, even dragging those you interact with during the day to be its midnight snack. Its possessiveness becomes nearly unbearable. It will scream in the woods when the sun is still out. It demands you come to see it. People begin to connect the dots and practically force you to see it just so it doesn't harm anymore people where you live.

It touches you like you are made out of brittle bone. It caresses your chest down to your navel. It asks if it can help you when your hormones are high. It does this by palming at your clothes and purring out a high-pitched and barely discernible "yes... no...? help you...?"

If you allow it to help you, then you won't be leaving its nest within its cave until your hormone cycle switches to its next stage. It will bring you everything you need and keep you tucked into its figure. Its fur keeps you warmer than any blanket could. It's like sleeping in some place heavenly.

Its scent changes during this time. It smells like cranberries and pineapple, which only gets stronger the longer you are near it.

𓄃 No spiritual practitioner could help you get rid of it. Priest? They end up dead. Psychic? Dead. Reiki Master? Dead. Only a shaman managed to ward it from you for a handful of weeks.

It comes back even more violent and drags you into its cave. It refuses to let you go. It foams at the mouth and bares its deer teeth when you try to leave it. It can't let you go. It won't ever let you go. It needs to keep you with it until you turn into a Wendigo. Then you'll be its mate forever.

𓄃 This was all because you helped it once in its deer form. You accidentally hit it and then brought it to an animal hospital. Never had a mortal treat it with such kindness and softness. It became attached to you, and then decided to take the next step that fateful day. 

You're perfect for it—such a pure soul for its twisted being to corrupt.

[booigi-boi]

Some Shipwrecked RQs from Instagram 🐇

[cannimochi]

a little seawatt ref for my design of how i usualy draw him- in the first movie in my head he has shorter hair but grew it out longer since then :3

n now it is 6am so it is time 4 me to snoozee

[sweetpupii]

a heavy, exhausted sigh could be heard from the front door as it closed and something loudly—a backpack perhaps—dropped to the ground. ( hopefully nothing broke. )

the shuffling footsteps going from the living room to your room a clear indicator that it was just jayce and not a very loud burglar breaking into your apartment.

“hi, how was—oh?” your smile quickly turned into a surprised look as he interrupted your greeting by taking your phone out of your hands, spreading your legs to lay his full body weight on top of you, letting out another deep exhale from his chapped lips. don't even waste your time trying to convince him to take a lip balm to leave the house; he always forgets.

“I'm so tired…��� he mumbled against the fabric of your top, instinctively snuggling into your abdomen while seeking warmth and contact. eyes growing even heavier than before. “I missed you.”

a soft smile finding its way to your lips once more at the quiet confession, gently tracing his tense shoulders with an index finger. “missed you too; you got home pretty late.”

he lazily nodded with a hum, hands slowly sliding up and down at your sides to distract himself from the stress. today has been absolutely awful. he just wanted to come home and cuddle while you talk about whatever.

a break.

“I still haven't found a material that does the same thing as cobalt for my project and is also cheap; nickel overheats, silicon expands, and I can't even afford graphene… it's driving me crazy.” a slight groan can be heard in his voice, clearly exhausted from trying and failing multiple times. 

“you won't be able to think about other solutions if you're working your ass off.”

“...yeah, I know that already, but I just—everyone’s already done with their own projects or already knows how to do it, but I'm still trying to figure it out.” jayce’s lips twitch into a frown, squeezing his eyes shut before burying his face on your chest. the gentle beat of your heart soothing his overwhelmed brain.

“from now on, no talking about work here unless it's really necessary. can't have you getting gray hairs in your early thirties.” he could only scoff at that comment.

“it's not like it would look bad…right?”

“nope but still, I would prefer seeing those because of the time that passes and not from stress.” the gentle kiss on his forehead automatically makes him lean forward into you, silently asking for more.

it felt good to think about being with you long enough you start seeing his gray hair appear.

“thanks…” jayce whispered while moving his head to also be able to return the affection with tiny kisses, his stubble lightly scratching your skin, gently trailing up to your lips with a steady and soft kiss that pulled you closer and easily melted away any lingering frustration in his body.

god, it felt good to be home.

[sleepyspencerreid]

Series 1 Episode 1: Extreme Aggressor

Reid stakes his claim on the couch in the jet for naps/sleeps in the very first episode.

Also canon as Matthew Gray Gubler plays him, Reid moves in his sleep.

[suntails]

[sharing/rb appreciated 💛]

my silver artbook is FINISHED and will open for preorders on 8/31 at 12pm EST!! it's been almost 3 months of work and i'm so excited to finally be able to share all the art i've worked on, PLUS a small bonus charm!

if u know silver fans,,, tell them

[thesleepy1]

Man really thought fighting a son of Poseidon near a body of water was a good idea. Now that's on him.

[sleepis4theweak]

I love @somerandomdudelmao 's version of younger future Mikey... especially his little clip :)

[0dde11eth]

A fox comes into camp one night and it sniffs at jaskiers hair, and nips at it lightly.

Geralts watching with an amused expression. Jaskiers homemade hair pomade smells delicious, geralts been tempted to do it himself too.

The tugging on his scalp makes jaskier wake up in a bleary haze. "Whats going on? Am I being kidnapped again?"

"Go back to sleep jaskier, you're safe" geralt rumbles.

Jaskier let's out a happy hum and burrows back under his blankets and geralts stolen cloak

[checkadii]

alienation, tolerance, incorrigible

[yandereunsolved]

ᝰ — Yandere Sentient Android: Ali — ᝰ.ᐟ

⚙︎ Ali, an officer android, was made to serve and protect those in the upper levels of the caste system. They were made to have no mind of their own. They had to follow orders, and only that.

That is, until they met you, an illegal android mechanic.

After all, android parts and repairs are really big on the underside of the city's belly.

They were sent to eliminate all of the illegal mechanics and when going to kill you they were jumped by scrappers wanting their parts.

You were the one that helped them again. You were the one that spent months rebuilding them.

⚙︎ They always stay by you, no matter where you travel. You don't have to worry about anyone identifying them. They barely look similar to who they were. No longer just a code that was called into action. No longer just an 'it', and object. They were themself. They were Ali.

You were them because you created them, so they always had to be near you.

You gave them their identity.

They—love you.

⚙︎ They ask you many questions. You brush it off as natural android curiosity. Many of the androids you rehabilitate gain a certain amount of sentience and are just as innocent as toddlers. Only the questions they ask aren't innocent at all.

Most of them are mundane.

What is your favorite color, food, cyber show, tech piece? Where you do you come from? What is your name, nickname, pronouns?

Others are more concerning.

Have you ever had feelings for an android you have recreated?

Do you consider yourself a god(dess)? You do help my kind and create them after all.

How does your reproductive system work?

What are your preferences when it comes to those you date?

Can you install working genitalia into my model?

You always try to brush it off. You just chuckle and shake your head. You know something is wrong, but you really don't have the time or energy to deal with it.

⚙︎ They mimic your personality and your preferences. They watch your movements and imitate them flawlessly. They are enamored by whatever is leaving your kissable lips. They crave the knowledge more than a jumper craves adventure.

They watch you intently, obsessively.

It doesn't matter if you sleep or are awake.

They are always there. Sometimes it's comforting, and other times it's unnerving.

⚙︎ They killed the newest droid you were fixing. The droid could have been dangerous. They were worried; they knew better. They were the superior being anyway.

Why are you so afraid?

Why are you crying?

Why can't you see they're doing this for you?

Why don't you love them?

[fujimousee]

happy birthday robin !!!!

[cinemistery]

Ichabod Crane | Sleepy Hollow (1999)

[alienssstufff]

goooood afternoon everyones ^^

[fallinginaforrest]

Told my friend to watch headless and then blacked out before waking up to this on my monitor.

[nutcasewithaknife]

It's just episode 2 and I'm in love with how this show does intimacy of any sort, let alone sex. I get why we're all losing it over how wandee is okay with the necklace thing but not with kissing, but that's the perfect example. First we see Wandee make it extremely clear that kissing is out of bounds because it carries a certain emotional significance for him. The fact that he calls it silly but still enforces it strongly is an excellent way to put across that yes, he doesn’t think kissing is always carried romantic connotations and such, but it is special for him. He isn't assuming that Yoryak's desire to kiss him is a sign of romantic feelings either (and imo neither is yoryak at this point). They're not using a rulebook or scale of what various sorts of intimacy mean, they're assuming nothing and communicating what they want and do not want at each step. And when Yoryak puts the necklace on him and kisses that instead, it's a new thing for them. For Yoryak, it scratches the itch of wanting to kiss him. It doesn't have the emotional weight in Wandee's mind that a kiss has, and maybe that allows him to explore this brand new relationship, test its shape and its boundaries in ways less burdened with expectations for him. There's time yet before their own newfound intimacies take on a new meaning as their feelings for each other change, and I can't wait to see how well they communicate about that.