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manesvoid · 1 year

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Have a quick and dirty comic of a bunch of my Jason thoughs I cramed together.

I know with Jason it's always about this specific trauma but we don't stop beating a dead robin

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teaweltzer · 6 months

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Day 17: Bodysharing

+ bonus Magpie & their patron even tho it doesn't fully fall under the criteria.

#myart #drawtober #drawtober 2023 #dndtober #dnd #dungeons and dragons #my dnd pcs #other pcs not mine #campaign party: sleep paralysis demons #i forgot to add back the raven on RQ's shoulder- oh well #cw body horror #oc_sprout

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blinkpen · 6 months

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when your sleep paralysis demon is an artist, prone to Moods, (what are you afraid of? tell me what you're scared of)

#mog art #artists on tumblr #zoetrope #demon #monster boy #triclops #sleep paralysis #scopophobia cw #unsanitary cw #(don't know else what to tag giant imaginary germs as? let me know if there's something better for that)#bugs #when the character who is so tumblr husband coded has unironically cool/creative powers and shit #god zoetrope WOULD kin the fuck out of gonzo wouldn't he #gonzo you know the muppet #the one from space #maannn i saw that movie in theaters and there was pizza there? and it was SO BAD it was SOOO BAD my dad-guy at the time who was normally al #'i paid for this you eat it' was like about to yell but then he took a bite and was like '...okay you dont have to eat that'#'in fact DON'T eat that i'm throwing this away' like that was insane for him to do #what was i on about? oh yeah. muppets.#wait why w

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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i napped the entire day away and my dreams included, but were not limited to: big earthquake that, as it was happening, i was like "oh this is a bad one" and my stepdad went "its not that bad" - our house slid down a ravine into water / very vivid evening apocalypse that - after the blast hit and i died - swirled into sleep paralysis that occurred While I Was Dreaming (and i do mean swirled. i got whipped around like an inflatable tube man) / rich people sitcom where everyone was unbearable but i had my dear cat Letti with me / sound-based monster shaped like my mom that i kept from killing me via a funny joke (i didnt even get to finish my microwaved macaroni smh)

#it was dream after dream after dream #man that apocalypse one tho. slotting that one into one of my favorite death dreams it was so pretty and peaceful #everyone was just meandering to the beach but for some reason my legs were really weak and i couldnt walk #i tried! but i wound up just collapsing on the crosswalk. but a nice lady stopped and helped me up #and she helped me to the beach where everyone was gathering to watch the oncoming blast #oh man it was gorgeous. it was the only source of light so the ocean was glimmering with it and a low golden hue was cast over everything #no one was screaming or panicking! no one was scared. there were people on picnic blankets or just standing and watching #it was gorgeous and calming in a morbid sort of way. we were all in it together <3 #absolutely unprompted #a great break from the irritating other dreams!#the earthquake one was Incredibly realistic - foreshocks and accurate ground movement and everything!#house shook right off of its foundation #that sleep paralysis Within a dream one tho. fuck that one lmao #i woke up and was So confused for a second bc i couldve sworn i had already woken up #good to know even my subconscious is done with The Demons trying to get me #i love clawing my way tooth and nail out of sleep paralysis and not humoring The Paralysis Horrors #if i ever see my sleep paralysis demon im biting it so fucking hard. we have beef

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jacqcrisis · 3 months

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why is he lying like that when i talk to him

why am I shirtless

what is happening

I have so many questions

#bg3 #passed a wisdon check #ronan is sad elf is not actually flirting with him #also the narrator calling my ass out with the description of his pretty lips #rude. cruel and unusual.#ronan looks so confused in the second picture. oh i love him.#your sleep paralysis demon is here to have a fireside chat astarion

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hydrachea · 5 months

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I finally found a website that had everyone's new "Added to team with [x]" and I'm losing it over Dan Heng and Blade's lines for each other.

Dan Heng to Blade (presumably wary and weary, really hoping this won't end in ANOTHER fight like it does every time Blade finds him):

Blade to Dan Heng (???? DID YOU HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR THE WHOLE TIME??):

Sadly the website doesn't have audio files so I can't listen to the lines, but if Blade isn't obviously taunting him I'll eat my controller. What the hell. This man had the ability to be funny all along.

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr blade #dan heng #i saw this and i lost it #from dan heng's 'don't fucking come near me' to blade's 'hey what if you turned your back to me. i promise i won't do anything just try it.'#this motherfucker #this reinforces my strong belief that blade is just dan heng's sleep paralysis demon and absolute enjoys it #truly the dynamic of all time. poor dan heng.#what's he gonna do? kill him? oh wait!#this is THE funniest set of lines i'm so glad #ray's records #i'm not tagging this as ship they're stalker and very fed up victim to me #but shippers go ham if you want

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generic-whumperz · 2 days

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The Aid: Chapter 9–Special Sauce (Part 1)

Full list of general conent warnings here.

No additonal chapter CWs for once! This is the lighter part in The Aid’s (Whumpee) POV. This is about as ‘nice’ Wyatt gets!

Aid’s abilities: EMPATHIC READING | ‘premonition/intuition’

Word count: 1,220

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Wyatt disappeared into The Aid’s adjoined walk-in closet—this door, too, was ripped off its hinges. Doors represented privacy and privacy alone, and that was a thing reserved only for free people.

But the lack of a physical barrier didn’t mean there wasn’t one at all—The Aid’s prison bars were invisible, his freedom nothing more than a taunting illusion.

A state-of-the-art satellite GPS device preinstalled with geofencing software was connected to The Aid’s RFID implants. Every square inch of the house and surrounding property was uploaded to the device’s database and accounted for, his every movement tracked and documented. The device pinged and lit up with an alert if he crossed a room’s perimeter without prior authorization. He couldn’t go to the bathroom or have a mental breakdown in the comfort of his closet—muffling his sobs in cashmere sweaters and Himalayan wool— without Wyatt knowing about it.

Wyatt shuffled around some hangers, stomped into the connected bedroom, and slammed around some drawers with the usual amount of curses and huffing, then reappeared with an armful of The Aid’s clothes.

“I ain’t putting ya’r fucking chonies on for ya. I don’t care how to beat to hell ya are.” Wyatt handed him a clean pair of boxers, sat the rest of the garments on the counter, and then rummaged through the first aid caddy. The Aid—more than happy to oblige—as quickly as his broken body would allow, slid on his underwear beneath the safety of the towel covering his lower body.

He was running out of gas, and quick. The long-awaited suppression of feelings warmed him in what little way it could. The Klonopin was behind schedule this morning, but it finally arrived at the station—all aboard the Numb Dumb Express, destination: Apathy.

He kept his head down, staring only at the plaid squares decorating his boxers while Wyatt started re-bandaging his wounds. He couldn’t risk another mirror encounter with his demonic parasite or bring himself to look at Wyatt’s dumb face any longer, hence his sudden fixation on such a worn pattern. His eyes ran the length of the geometric lines and he debated color theory—his way of fighting off the swarm of monotonous fears. ‘Why were men’s undergarments always so drab and boring? Did the fashion industry think shades of earth tones defined masculinity?’

The Aid’s wavering focus floated upright, he dared to break the silence with a question. “Sir, do you miss Madame Eleanor?”

Wyatt stopped mid-peel of the gauze pad wrapper and blew a harsh puff through his nose. His head swiveled to face his servant to exchange a long, unbroken stare. Wyatt’s lip twitched as his eyes swam with sorrowfully churned emotions. He turned back to the spread of medical supplies on the counter, plucking the gauze pad between the two strips of wrapper, and sighed.

“She was my mom, Pup,” he said quietly. Not a growl. Not a hiss. Not a grumble. Just a plain voice with a twinge of reminiscent sadness. The Aid didn’t often see Wyatt like this, vulnerable and showing him something other than his infamous brand of wrath or obscene mockery.

The Aid felt sadness, too, a deep, grieving sadness. He would never admit it out loud, and certainly never to Wyatt, but the empty void left in his heart from his Madame’s passing oftentimes surpassed the grief of losing his own flesh and blood. Maybe it was recency bias. Maybe it was the guilt gnawing at him and a need for redemption instead of plain grieving heartache eclipsing his mourning when it came to the fatal accident costing the lives of his Dad and older sister. Maybe—probably, it was a combination of both.

What was supposed only to be a thought slipped from his mouth, “You never talk about her...”

Wyatt side-eyed him. His eyebrows scrunched together as the unmistakable flush of irritation needled his features.

Time to course correct. “I miss her too—”

“Why?” Wyatt snapped. Distress marinated beneath the word, piping hot and steamy.

“I served her for five years—”

“If she died after a year of ya knowing her, would ya grieve her just the same as ya are now?” Wyatt interrupted, turning back around, cold eyes beaming onto his.

The Aid gulped, his face pinched with concern.

“Yes, Sir,” he said in a feigned confidence he hoped didn’t sound as disingenuous as it felt.

“Ya’ve served me for over a year at this point. Would ya grieve my death?” Wyatt’s voice sharpened to bitter resentment, knowing his servant hated him and preferred his dead mother over him—he had plenty of scars and bite marks to prove The Aid’s detestation towards him just as well.

Whoomp, there it is. And he walked right into it. Fuck.

“In my own way, Sir,” The Aid conjured up on the spot. Not a horrible save; hopefully Wyatt would accept it.

A few agonizing beats passed before his Master’s mouth slanted up into a smirk. Thanks to his winning reply, it looked like he got away Scot-free.

With that, Wyatt held out an open palm and threw a nod at The Aid’s mangled hand—a signal to quite literally hand himself over to him. The Aid complied, dutiful as ever, carefully placing his upturned wrist onto Wyatt’s expectant one. He couldn’t shake the tingles running up his spine accompanying the gesture. Every complaisant movement felt like another shred of agency was peeled off him and devoured by the man in front of him—like he was another step into a never-ending maze as Wyatt watched him fumble in the dark behind a double-sided mirror.

Wyatt surveyed The Aid’s wound stitching on the side of his wrist—much like The Aid did only an hour earlier—before the older man ran his index finger down the scar on The Aid’s palm. Wyatt knew this scar was different; this one meant something. It bound them together in some sick way. A mark illustrating Wyatt laying claim to what was rightfully his and his alone. A memory shared.

A wave of nausea rippled in The Aid’s stomach.

POSSESSION

A sickeningly warm sensation burrowed under his skin, the thing fevers and cold sweats are made of. His mind muddied around the edges, the vibrancy of his internal and external thoughts colored over in a greenish tint. He was too weak to throw up his mental guard rails or to cut the link between him and Wyatt’s emanating emotion. Imprints of emotions he never felt himself firsthand were the ones hardest to shake. Part of him became intrigued, drawn in to the foreignness of it. But most of him—the rational, seasoned parts of him—knew better than to lose himself in the prickly throes of it.

“Ya wouldn’t forget me, would ya?” Wyatt flashed a half-suppressed smile, a viper’s grin.

The Aid warred against the shiver fizzing under his skin from Wyatt’s gliding caress and the emotional baggage that stowed away with it, just as much as he fought to hold in a shuttering sigh.

“Never, Sir,” The Aid’s reply came breathless. It was the inescapable truth. He could never completely shut out the terrors swarming his mind or scratch out the face of the man who caused it all.

‘There’s a forecast of yuck moving in’

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sillygoofyqueer · 3 months

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..heyyyyyyytyy guess who’s back

👀👀👀

I didn’t mean to disappear, I just have a habit of. Disappearing :-(

I had fully come to terms with you being dead, actually /j

#four being a dumbass #fourdoodles #OH MY GOD #my sleep paralysis demon #is back

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merakiui · 1 year

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Your Scara shit got me acting like a damn twelvie on here... quality too high, brain tickles too well scratched, revert to cringe.

Aaa thank youuuuu!!!! Only the finest of quality for Lord Scaramouche. orz he is constantly on my brain, so I ramble often with too many ideas regarding him. I'm very happy to know you can enjoy it!!!! (❁´◡`❁)

#sweet messages #ellenoir #no one is ready for the sleep paralysis demon scara thoughts i have >:D #menacing creature... orz annoying creature who goes :p after showing you the most horrifying visual known to humankind #actually :o what if sleep paralysis demon harbingers!!!!#you see a new one every night of the week but scara sticks around the most #11 scary demons... i hope they don't hold my hand or give me a little forehead smooch oh that would be so scary >_<

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heyclickadee · 8 months

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Why is sleep paralysis like that, though?

#like #okay #so something goes wrong in the sleep cycle #and you can’t move #wwwwhhhhhyyyyy is your brain’s next step to go #‘oh I know what this needs!’#‘suffocating terror and a brain demon!’#why #last night I was trying to sleep #had some sleep paralysis #fell asleep during sleep paralysis #had a dream where I was trying to sleep #but was having sleep paralysis in the dream #and then woke up to more sleep paralysis #*points at the shadowy figure with glowing bluelight special eyes*#he RUINED my dream journal #Mr. Electric send him to the principal’s office

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tadpoledancer · 2 years

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I'm actually fucking rolling I saw a kid on tiktok say if you simp for the bayverse tmnt then you're a pedophile

for context the bayverse tmnt look like this

#IM WHEEZING #chronically online #log off #touch grass #im not even mad at this im just laughing #who thinks this unironically #types it out #posts it online #and thinks theyre mentally sane #and the comments bro #'theres literally TEENAGE in the name' bro they look like eldritch monstrosities #those are sleep paralysis demons #tmnt bayverse #if you look at any of these characters and see a child you belong in a mental hospital #i just #oh my god i need to go to bed im crying this is too funny #i would get so many death threats if i posted this on tiktok

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pavlien · 5 months

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im sorry but 3d lupin is terrifying KHJGH i hate his model in the first

#his face. it scares me #now 3d jigen on the other hand? oh hes so fucking hot #but 3d lupin is my sleep paralysis demon

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the-noisiest-pumpkin · 1 year

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dimitri is babygirl but like. in an unhinged way

#sly cooper #dimitri lousteau #idk how to describe it #but like. dimitri is babygirl in the same way that a sleep paralysis demon is #like. when i hear the phrase ‘oh babygirl you are so strange and off-putting’ i think of dimitri #hope this makes sense

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novellafalls · 2 years

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reblog with some of the most out of pocket shit that’s happened in your saves i’m bored

tagging @autismtrait bc he’s witnessed like half of these <3

#sims 3 #ts3 #the sims 3 #where do i begin with noah oh my god #her son’s teacher sent her a nude in the mail and the son got said mail that day i can imagine he’s. traumatized #the school calls that same son to fix the boiler every 2-3 business days and pays him like $300 to do it. free money babey #she the mistress accused him of cheating on her with his wife who just so happened to be her boss in deja view’s parking lot at 11pm #their dog is an elder dog and i am planning on making him immortal. he can only be appeased by belly rubs bc it’s the only fucking #interaction noah does #i named their newer son’s imaginary friend sleep paralysis demon bc he haunts my fucking saves. anything the goes wrong i just blame him <3 #OH her probation officer went to her wedding <3 #the newest son is mormon that’s just a bit leo and i have for him

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gaygryffindorgal · 9 months

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sims awakended ft. more quincey and bluebell

#the horse looks like my sleep paralysis demon sometimes but oh well #they're cute #*sims awakened #quincey alderly #*mine

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bitbrumal · 1 year

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CONTINUATION @predvestnik ↤ from here :: CORNERED ↩

DILUC “as well i should.” oh. well- that-

run, breathe the vestiges of sense. the heat of his gaze darts to the door into the kitchen- has to know but can’t ascertain the location of the back door beyond childe. there is a tall ( infuriatingly so... ) slab of snezhnayan cornering him against his own bar, &-

& something low in his belly trembles for this. traitorous, traitorous—

his cheeks are still catching up to the look in blue eyes.

—it’s worse than hunger. something light & weak, weakening him. there is strength in this monster man on more levels than initially presumed, & with breath skating along skin these facts sit in the middle of his being like a child amid scattered toys. their prominence feels so innocent.

more than one figment of nightly imagination has proven that deceptive.

i- you- listen, you uncouth foreign fuck-

instead, diluc’s face shifts away - unwilling to heed anything but the safety that is shame. it’s a fence sitting sort of safety, however. given childe’s nature to push, there is no real salvation in inertia. ( & when he has been instigating for weeks? the fucker doesn’t seem to back down from a challenge unless to rile his opponent up. )

‘uhm’ manages to mute itself in the press of his lips. “...” in, & out, the breath at his ear is warm & knows him frightfully. ( there is nothing better than being s e e n. ) heat is a sharp sliver that cuts directly into his core; lead by those words that come from that mind behind those all-seeing eyes... fuck. he’s going to have to— visit someone, pay for something. this is- embarrassing, there’s no need to feel so intensely when- dammit, he wasn’t supposed to take this seriously! ( or something. sensible thought is proving elusive. the frustration at suffering consequences is not. )

“there is no next move.” begins lord ragnvindr. he has not moved an inch. neither has the weight of his desperate gaze on the kitchen door. “...merely testing a theory.” will a fainting follow the heat in his face? wouldn’t prefer to be unconscious around the harbinger, but it’d spare him his own folly. it’s one thing to need closeness. another to crave it here.

strong warm smart hungry

childe wants him & his ears are ringing. childe teases & his mouth grows wet. childe looms & boxes him in & t a u n t s & he wants nothing more than to kiss or punch or both at once. maybe most of all he wishes to be kissed with that same ridiculous audacity.

bold as all get out

“you’re imagining things.” when in doubt? project. at least it’ll keep childe busy smarmily dissecting that instead of encouraging m o r e. “i’ve merely been-” nearly swallows his tongue. shrinks—from the cold hard fact that he has not moved away yet more than the actual body that makes him want to stay, “returning the favour.” breath shivers where confidence does not. fuck, fuck, fuck. “you enjoy,” tempting me “—attempting to... harass me.”

agh. hunger aches through the body. it’s all he can do to tense his fists in the pockets of his slacks & stay still. ( gripping the counter- That He Owns -would have him holding the fucker’s hands. ) a low buzz spreads through his veins. his ears ring. when ginger strands tickle from his chin to his brow bone diluc finally blinks. “...” it’d be so simple to tell childe to back off & yet he cannot bring himself to do so.

“where’s your professionalism, harbinger? fraternising with the enemy.”

#conflict.jpg #oh;; no;;; mr harbinger.... pls don't-- uwu --come onto me more!! i'm too virginal & squirmy uwu u wouldn't;;; taint my innocence;;; uwuwuwu #he has most definitely not 'welcomed' this problem thank you very much he has tomfooleried his dumb ass into it.#IF YOU'RE GONNA DRAG HIM AT LEAST CALL HIM THE ACCURATE VARIETY OF STUPID. WAILS DISTRAUGHTLY #with: predvestnik #predvestnik #rp ✦ diluc #i'm laughing so hard help me #diluc vc: ah i. should definitely reinvigorate my sex life. That'll Help.#when it doesn't: AAAAAAAAAAA #i mean it'll help a LIL maybe but-#'you foreign fuck' is diluc's unintentional pet name for him btw. it's just kinda begun to stick around in his head.#a lot safer than 'hot handsome bastard' or 'That One Asshole who makes me feel butterflies when there is nothing but inappropriate times #to do so'#ur so rude for not respecting basic rules of morality / ethics here >:/// what happened to professionalism harbinger???? fraternising with #the enemy??? tsk tsk #he'd say that if he wasn't scared he'd blush at saying 'fraternising with the enemy'#which he might've been doing if u recall his sleep paralysis demon #ANYWAY-#actually fuck it he's saying that but i'm leaving the tag in so u can see the paralysis demon part LMFAO #WHYT HE FUCK U LYYYYIN #MMMM OH MY GOD-

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