#the sleepwalkers

[sacredwhores]

He who is mentally lonely can always escape into romanticism, and from spiritual loneliness there is always a way to escape into the intimacy of sex - but for ultimate loneliness, for immediate loneliness, there is no longer any escape into symbols.

Hermann Broch, The Sleepwalkers 

[oracleofmadness]

I thought this wound up being pretty cool. This has a creative storytelling style that helped move me through the story, even the style of writing causing tension for me at times.

Evelyn and Richard are newlyweds that seem quite oddly matched. They are staying on a Greek island for their honeymoon. However, things get weird quickly, and as the tension rises, I learned about a whole other twist that kept me on my toes till the very end. And, the ending is strange. But, for such an interesting book, I wouldn't expect any less!

Out April 9, 2024!

Thank you, Netgalley and Publisher, for this Arc!

[stxalq]

so the Spouse and I like to have a lot of verbal discussions about the universe where the asteroid didn't hit. mainly spec evo stuff. what would evolve into what, that kind of thing. we know we're not alone in that.

we maintain that humans evolved alongside some pretty terrifying mammalian megafauna, so why not dinosaurian? so what would a realistic sapient ape in a dinosaur world be?

it's taken some thinking, but:

wookies.

we'd be wookies.

no need to leave the trees, the grass would be very unsafe if it evolved the same

no need to leave the trees, we remain furry

we could build tree houses and other structures, in the trees, to stay out of the range of predators

that's. just wookies. that's just the wookies.

[charybdisrevenge]

The Sleepwalkers

Laura Berger

[arcane-gold]

hello rookanis nation. can i present rel and lucanis’s dynamic. sun and moon trope, one with boundless energy and one who gets 2 hours of sleep a night, guy i pulled by being an idiot, etc. they’re special to me

[nomariafantasies]

The full, stitched mural in the OP!

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to Tiktok at three in the morning: I think it’s perfectly okay if you’re a restless sleeper or you sleepwalk. That’s fine. I just think you should have goals…that’s not leaving my house.

Eddie: That makes it sound like I kidnapped someone. I didn’t. It’s just… My husband has been walking around in a circle for the last fifteen minutes

Eddie: And I want to go to bed but I can’t until he does because he has this bad habit of escaping and ending up at a hospital…or the woods.

Eddie: And yeah, I’m glad he’s not trying to break my ribs or- *flinches in surprise when a hand is suddenly shoved in front of his face*

Eddie, eyes flickering off screen: …yes?

Steve, after a long pause: Six dollar

Eddie, who adores sleeptalking Steve: For what?

Steve: Book fair

Eddie: …I have never wanted to live in your brain more than I do right now.

[brokenxmachine]

Mädchen Amick and Sparks. SLEEPWALKERS (1992) dir. Mick Garris

[ncthandrake]

It's just you and me, Clovis. Just you and me.

SLEEPWALKERS 1992 | dir. Mick Garris

[baeglbites]

do you ever think Gojo floats while sleeping 💤

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Sleepwalker Infection

Pinkie is absolutely devestated seeing the state Rarity is in, she's suffering and Pinkie hopes going against Twilight and letting her sleep will help her and be just what she needs.

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[zepskies]

Headcanon: Sleepwalking

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader, Jason Teague x Reader

AN: @jackles010378 This one's for you, hun! 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Mainly fluff, implied sex, nakedness

HC: How Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Jason would react to you sleepwalking.

Dean Winchester

At first, Dean can't understand why you hesitate to sleep with him after, well, sleeping with him.

Did he read you wrong? Is just this something casual for you? The thought makes him swallow, jaw clenching, but if that's how you want it...he can try to be okay with that.

Seeing the hurt he's trying to bury behind his eyes, you settle down beside him in bed and stroke his cheek. You assure him that you're staying. Even though in the back of your mind, you're hoping and praying.

Please, God. Not tonight...

It happens around 3:00 in the morning.

Dean feels you stir on your side of his bed. He's a light sleeper at the best of times, so he turns to see you tossing the covers off your half-naked body and getting out of bed.

"Where're you going?" he says, playfully trying to grab your hand. But you slip right out of his hold without answering him, padding to the door and leaving the room.

Still half-asleep, but now thoroughly bewildered, Dean's brows furrow, and he gets up to follow you. You would never walk out of a room wearing just his shirt and nothing else, your bare feet slapping the floor with every step. He hopes Sam isn't up and about at this hour.

It takes him a while, but Dean finds you in the kitchen. There you seem to be trying to put together a bowl of Cheerios. The box is already on the counter. You're opening cupboards and leaving them open, your hands searching for a bowl.

"What'cha doin' sweetheart? Little midnight snack action? I can get behind that," Dean says.

You don't even seem to hear him. Dean watches you grab a mug instead of a bowl...and the orange juice instead of milk.

It all goes downhill from there.

"I did what?" you exclaim the next morning. "See! This is why I didn't wanna tell you."

You cover your face in your hands in mortification while Dean rubs your back, chuckling so hard he can't even breathe. You smack him in the stomach, but it doesn't stop his wheezing. He kisses you on the cheek to placate you.

"It's okay, baby. I didn't know coffee grounds and O.J. went so well together."

Beau Arlen

The first night you stay over at his air stream trailer, you warn him ahead of time while you sit beside him on the narrow bed.

"Just so you know, I um..." Getting out the words are difficult. You give him a wan smile in embarrassment, but he's listening intently, waiting for you to finish.

You sigh and decide to bite the bullet. "I tend to sleepwalk."

Just as you predicted, Beau's brows shoot up in surprise.

"Really?" he says, a smile starting to curve his lips.

Your lips twitch at a smile as well. "Yes, so I don't wanna hear any wisecracks. It runs in my family, unfortunately."

"Wow, a whole family of sleepwalkers, huh?" he muses, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. "Gotta say, I'd like to see that--"

You cut off his chuckling with a shove of his shoulder.

But that night, Beau is startled awake when you trip over his shoes left on the floor, beside a small pile of his clothes and yours that you two hadn't bothered to pick up.

You aren't hurt too badly -- just a bruised forehead and very confused the next morning.

But from then on, Beau takes your condition more seriously.

Every night, he makes sure his place is clean and organized so you don't trip on anything.

He puts a child lock on the door in case you try to open it while sleepwalking, and he keeps the sliding door to the bathroom open in case you need to get in there.

Most importantly, he locks his guns away in a safe inside his nightstand.

His objective is making sure you're safe and comfortable whenever you're with him.

Though he can't help teasing you a little bit (a lot) when you rearrange his entire sock and underwear drawer in your sleep, perfectly folded and color coded.

"Well, thanks very much, darlin'," he grins.

You shake your head, covering your warm, blushing face.

"Shut up."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

"What the fuck?" Ben wipes his bleary eyes, but he still can't believe what he's seeing.

He watches in bewilderment when he finds you in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Completely naked. Frying up some bacon to go with your toast, apparently.

Not that naked cooking doesn't appeal to him. In fact, the sight of you from behind -- your hair loose over your shoulders, the curve of your waist and the gentle swell of your hips, bare ass and legs, and the hint of side boob while your hands move deftly with the pan and silver utensil...

It's arousing, even erotic, making his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

And it actually fits pretty well with one of his fantasies that he's been wanting to try out with you.

But this is also more than a little fucking strange. You're usually dead to the world until at least 9:00 a.m.

"Sweetheart, what're you doing?" he asks. He approaches you from behind and rests a hand on your lower back as he peers over your shoulder, but you don't answer him.

When a large spark of grease pops in the pan, you barely even flinch when it hits your arm and burns you.

Instinctively, he knows something's wrong. He grabs the pan out of your hand and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the crackling grease. He turns off the stove and steps back with you in his arms.

"Hey, are you hearing me? What the fuck's going on here?" he asks.

Your eyes seem glazed over, until he (gently) slaps at your cheek.

"Hey."

Finally, you blink faster a few times, take a deeper breath, and glance up at him. "Hey..."

Your brows furrowing, you look around the room in confusion. Your eyes widen when you look down at your naked body. You gasp and cling to his arms. "What the hell?!"

"Were you fucking sleepwalking?" Ben asks, his lips twitching in amusement and incredulity all at once.

"Oh my God, you tell me!" you exclaim. This has never happened to you in your life! What the hell is going on?

He leads you back to the bedroom, and after putting your pajamas back on, you inspect the pill bottle on your nightstand. Ben gave it to you to help knock out the spell of insomnia you've been having.

After reading the list of side effects, you toss the bottle at your man's chest, even knowing he'll barely feel it.

"This is the last time I let you give me Ambien!"

Bonus! Jason Teague

What the hell did you take? Jason wonders, as he tries to keep you from unclipping your seatbelt.

The two of you are on a plane halfway to France on vacation.

You're a nervous flyer, but you just woke up from a dead sleep after taking that little pill an hour ago.

And you're apparently "feeling happy," in your words, your head rolling onto his shoulder with a giggle.

"Jase," you stage whisper (loudly). You raise a finger and swirl it around the air. "My face is hot. I'm hot. I'm hot for...you."

You tweak the tip of his nose.

He laughs a bit nervously, despite his genuine amusement. A mother looks their way with a raised brow. She puts a pair of headphones on her little boy and gives him an iPad to focus on. Jason shoots her an awkward smile and wave. Then he focuses back on you.

"Okay. Sweetheart, I like the enthusiasm, but I think you just need to sleep off the rest of whatever this is," he says. He grabs a blanket to cover you with.

"Hmm, okay."

Eventually you settle down and snuggle into him. He smiles in relief, soothing a hand over your hair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He soon falls asleep himself.

When he wakes, you're no longer sitting beside him. His eyes popping open wide, he sits up and leans out of the aisle. He doesn't see you at all in the first class cabin.

Jason shoots up out of his seat and hurries down the other way, through the curtain where business and economy sit.

Sure enough, a flight attendant is following you up and down the aisle trying to get your attention, but you don't even seem to be hearing him.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" the attendant tries. He seems to be getting frustrated. "There's turbulence, miss. It's not safe for you to be--"

Jason hurries to you and grabs your arm just as the plane begins to tremble and shake. He knows there's something wrong if you're not freaking out right now. You should be clinging to him like a koala, not wearing a blank expression on your face as you glance up at him.

"Aw shit, you're sleepwalking," he realizes breathlessly. What the hell did you take?

He knows you told him, but now he feels guilty for not really listening as he and the flight attendant help you back to your seat.

Once you're clipped back into a seatbelt along with him, Jason sighs in relief now that he knows you're safe and sleeping more peacefully. Looks like you two are going to have an adventure before you even get to Paris.

He fishes out the little bottle from your bag and reads the label.

Xanax. Jesus Christ. One thing's for sure, Jason is throwing it out when you guys land.

You'll thank him when you wake up.

AN: 😂 I had more fun than I thought with this one! Let me know what you think, and if there are other characters you'd like to see the next time I do one of these headcanons. 😘💜

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[thewitchblue]

"It's like I'm dating a cat."

Tim muttered to himself before starting the scavenger hunt to find you this morning. You always fall asleep cuddling, but he always wakes up alone with you asleep at a wildly different location. He'd find it charming if it didn't scare him so much. He never knows where he'll find you asleep. What if you left the apartment you two shared? Gotham is dangerous at night, especially for someone who is asleep.

You always cling to him like a koala when you two fall asleep. He can also fall asleep anywhere, so he can't truly get angry. You experience the same panic. He likes to think he has more common spots than you, though. You tend to fall asleep in the bed and end up on the other side of the apartment you both shared.

He sighed as he walked through each room, checked under every piece of furniture you two owned, before finally finding you asleep on the ceiling hanging upside-down like a bat in the kitchen.

"How did you even get up there?!"

Tim complained to himself. He was at a loss for words. He had no idea how the physics works nor how you seem to be literally suctioned to the ceiling, but he knew he'd have to find a way to get you down before you wake up and panic.

He glared playfully at your sleeping form. He could never be genuinely mad at you, but of course, you had to find a way to sleep on the ceiling. Who does he even call to get you down? A firefighter? The apartment manager? Mantinence?

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My partner is stuck to the ceiling."

That would be a great conversation. They would probably think he snorted a line of cocaine. Tim huffs in frustration. Mantinence it is then. He could use a ladder to get you down.

"Maintenance, this is Dave speaking."

Tim sighs through his nose while looking up at your sleeping form and shaking his head.

"Can I borrow a ladder from you?"

Dave seemed to pause in confusion before agreeing to drop off the ladder. Tim quirks an eyebrow at you, taking note of the way you shift to hug the ceiling. You stuck to the ceiling like glue, seemingly defying the law of gravity.

He shakes his head in disbelief before hearing a knock on the door. He opens the door far enough to grab the ladder. He nods his thanks before shutting the door again.

After setting up the ladder, he climbed the steps to be eye level with you. He tried to gently pull you off the ceiling, but you were stuck like a magnet. He tried harder and harder to pry you off, but he couldn't. He chose a different approach, gently shaking you.

"Y/N, baby, it's time to wake up."

You merely groan but lean into his warm touch. Tim can't fight off the smile on his face. Even when you're asleep, you seem to know it's him.

He decides maybe hugging you would get you to wrap your arms around him, and he can pull you down.

With a gentle kiss on your temple, Tim managed to slowly pry you off the ceiling.

You grumble in his arms as you cuddle closer to the warmth of Tim's body. He smiles fondly down at you. Your face was relaxed with sleep. A small smile crossed your face as if you knew it was him holding you. Your body melts into his arms to immediately find its perfect fit in his arms. He murmured softly,

"Let's get you to bed, baby."

Your head rests into the crook of his neck as he carries you to bed. He wants to cuddle a little bit longer. He knows you'll be gone when he wakes up again, but he can enjoy cuddling you while he gets the chance to.

[sinfonia-relativa]

Y aunque ya te dejé ir, no te creas, aún hay noches en las que me desvelo pensando en cómo estarás o si te acordarás de mí...

Sleepwalker 🌹

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I always write König as this crazy horny dude who comes barging in on leaves and rails you senseless the minute he sees you but in all honesty...?

I think he’s the kind of guy who drags himself over that doorstep, falls asleep on your sofa (he can’t fit there but that won’t stop him from snoring before a minute has passed), eats all the food in your fridge when he wakes up, and THEN turns his manic gaze to you.

His energy bar just got up by 35 % so now he can fuck you until your legs shake

[screwpinecaprice]

A post dump of Connverse sketches n doodles that are either scrapped idea, commission pose option that wasn't chosen, or little doodles in between commissions, that I'm not sure what to do about. Might finish it, might never will. haha