#new sleep paralysis demon unlocked..

[hhuta]

#who the fuck looks and acts like this #this isnt nORMAL #im calling tHE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #u know its rover for me when my love quickly turns into fake hatred #this is sooooo bad #new sleep paralysis demon unlocked.. #jiwoong #roommates of poongduck 304

[orange-catsidy]

editor: hey we're doing a story on aew, can you make a cover for that graphics guy: what do you have in mind editor: oh just something normal graphics guy: got it

#wrestle opinions #this is real btw #new sleep paralysis demon unlocked

[entropicthymes]

AAAAAAAA THE FUCKING THUBMNAILL KFJHAELJKDHSDLJKGHFHJGDKHGLJHGLKJFHGLKJHZAD

#NEW SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON UNLOCKED

[good-nightsocialite]

If I don’t laugh about it, I’ll cry 💀

#IM SORRY OKAY #I LOVE HIM STILL BUT I CANNOT REACT NORMALLY #Bald Luca haunts my dreams #*new sleep paralysis demon unlocked #- but it’s just Luca stood in the corner of your room rubbing his head with one hand and gesturing aggressively with the other (in Italian) #wii bowling #🎳 #luca marinelli #my poor attempt #crap edit made by moi #how bad it is adds to the cursed aura

[are-friends-electric-7]

I just opened the tag after like 2 hours what the hell is that thing

#byler #mjgate #new sleep paralysis demon unlocked

[cinnamon-phrog]

Well, Tumblr, I gotta give it to ya, this certainly does look... interesting.

#better than ball shaving ads....... i guess??? #new sleep paralysis demon unlocked

[vamprisms]

current situation: halsin's clothes are back on but he's just standing in camp saying we need to stop the ringleaders while everyone is just stuck in eternal sleep and no-one will wake up. karlach keeps saying help me in her sleep like she's dying. new wild shape unlocked: fully clothed sleep paralysis demon

#oh we are never doing honour mode. i literally can't fix it by reloading #i tried to leave for act 2 and he just keeps saying WHERE ARE YOU GOING WE NEED TO KILL THE RINGLEADERS #neen plays bg3

[tongue-twists]

Ok no joke that image with you saying go back to sleep like a sleep paralysis demon or ghost straight up unlocked a new kink. Please haunt me/come for me in the night dear god.

NEW KINK UNLOCKED : SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON

#ask

[5aph0]

I've been messing around with the assets in BG3 trying to model swap Lae'zel to Minthara. Still struggling to work out how to change the skin and hair color because I have no idea what I'm doing but thought this was neat.

But oh God OH GOD what the EVER Living fuck did I have to witness to get to this point------

New sleep paralysis demon unlocked: GITHARA

#bg3 #bg3 modding #(i have no idea what im doing but i cant stop laughing) #GITHARA

[homemade-ghosts]

new sleep paralysis demon unlocked (amy gardner from the west wing, her dead eyes and grating drunk-meets-monotone drawl will haunt me for the rest of my days)

#more joey lucas less amy gardner please i’m begging #the west wing #tww

[satyr-hole]

New sleep paralysis demon unlocked I guess?

#answered

[silverstoneddd]

new sleep paralysis demon unlocked

#dutch gp 2023 #formula 1

[isbergillustration]

Inktober day 13: Follow up to this post.

It glows faintly in the dark. Several of its eyes blink, a continuous flowing motion that makes him oddly seasick. It looms. It’s quite good at looming, his angel. Well, angel adjacent. Right now it’s acting more like a sleep paralysis demon. He would call it a ghost if it were not so very obvious that this creature was never human. It is a person, though. Has to be, even if every word it says sounds more like rehearsed parroted lines than actual organic responses to what he says to it.

“What?” he demands.

DANGER

“Is it,” he replies flatly, and yawns.

Only slivers of orange light from the street creep in between the curtain edges. His alarm clock tells him it’s just past one in the morning.

DANGER

Exact same tone, exact same everything. Like a recording. Its hands, dark and skeletal, twist uncomfortably. It gets these strange human moments, sometimes. He finds himself resenting its presence. It has become such a large part, literally and otherwise, of his life, and there is no one he can tell without sounding like a lunatic. For ages he thought it might be a hallucination or prolonged delusion of some kind, but it showed up in a photo, and apparently hallucinations don’t. That’s what the fora for people with variants of schizophrenia said, anyway. A Polaroid, of course. He doesn’t want any digital traces. No way for others to prove he’s crazy. Not again.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes he sits up in bed. The thing still stares at him. All eyes, now, wavering very slightly as if seen on an old TV screen.

COME it tells him, PLEASE

That’s new. That’s personal.

He gets out of bed, throwing the blanket to the side, and shivers at the sensation of cold night air through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. There is something funny in the air, an off smell.

“Why?”

He gets right up in its- is face the right term? Its head area filled with eyes? All the pupils narrow in on him, and the sensation is unpleasant, but less so than it used to be. Bony blue black hands hover centimetres from his chest.

DANGER

It sounds almost uncertain, now. Odd. The sight of it is starting to give him a migraine, pain radiating dully out from his left eye socket. He rubs at his forehead, looking at the thing expectantly. Several eyes blink at him. He feels fingers on his arm and he flinches, stepping back. Its hands are cold, unpleasant things. The sort of hands you worry about grabbing your ankle when your foot dangles over the edge of your bed. The sort of fingers creeping in from the edges of posters in black and red.

“Fine, danger. What do you want me to do about it?”

COME

He groans, toeing on a pair of fluffy pink slippers with bunny ears, a gift from his sister before they lost contact. Well, before she cut contact, anyway. He spreads his arms expectantly, and slowly the thing glides towards the door. From somewhere in the building he can hear the muted beep of an alarm.

Grabbing his phone and keys from the table, he follows it as it glides towards the door. It hovers there, expectantly. Does it need him to unlock the door? This magic haunted creature who just shows up?

“Fine,” he mutters, flicking open the lock and holding the door as the thing glides out.

He follows it, turning for a moment to lock it behind him.

“Don’t bother, they will need to get in.”

He freezes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck what is happening, are they seeing the creature, can they-

“It’s a gas leak thing,” the neighbour across the hall continues, unfazed.

The creature is nowhere to be seen, though he can feel the faintest cold shiver down his back.

“You’re John, right?”

They haven’t been introduced. They have exchanged brief nods and smiles and complaints about the lift never working, though, as neighbours do. He hasn’t lived there long.

He nods.

“Got your mail by accident once,” she says with a shrug, “I’m River.”

She has a thin and bony sort of face, with a long nose that might uncharitably be described as beak-like, an impression only furthered by the silver feather earrings she wears. But it suits her. Long dark hair falls in messy waves almost to her waist. He runs a hand through his own sleep messed hair self-consciously. Should he have gotten dressed?

“I just got home when my alarm started. Did you manage to turn yours off? Mine won’t fucking stop.”

She heads towards the stairs, and he follows her. Elsewhere in the building he can hear the sounds of confused muffled conversations. River digs a cigarette pack from her pocket and offers him one. He shakes his head.

“No thanks. And no, my alarm never went off. Are we meant to have a system for this?”

Her dark lined eyes widen.

“Yeah, by law.”

“Right. My, uh, my landlord doesn’t give a shit.”

“You should complain.”

“Oh, I have, believe me.”

They emerge together into a confused and largely pyjama-clad crowd milling about outside the door. An old lady struggles to hold a small dog of indeterminate breed as it tries to escape. Another has two cats peeking out from a cloth bag, squirming helplessly. Somewhere someone is on the phone with whoever one speaks to about these things. The janitor type lady? She lives in the cellar apartment, he thinks. He has only spoken to her once.

A small child, maybe seven or so, has sat down on the pavement, leaning against the wall. A man in his thirties is trying to convince her to stand up because the pavement is dirty, there might be broken glass, dog leavings. John zones out, staring up at his third floor window. Something glitters faintly for a moment.

Is this what the creature is here for? Making sure he doesn’t die of carbon monoxide poisoning or whatever? Does that mean it’s going to leave him alone from now on?

-

As it turns out, the thing does not leave him alone. It stayed away for a few days, but the next weekend it is there again, waiting for him as he gets back from work. He stares at the thing, defeated.

“Here,” he says, setting the bag of groceries on the floor next to it, “if you’re gonna keep coming here you might as well make yourself useful.”

The creature looks at him, and he nods at the fridge, then goes to lock the door behind him. When he turns back a few seconds later, the bag lies deflated on the floor, and his groceries are gone. He narrows his eyes at the creature, and checks the fridge, in case it had somehow teleported his things away, but no, it’s all there. Granted he wouldn’t personally feel the need to refrigerate shampoo and fabric softener, but his instructions were admittedly not specific.

“Thanks?”

It comes out more like a question than he intends for it to. It watches him without expression.

“Do you want-” he begins, but bites off the question.

Does it want coffee? Why would it want coffee, the thing hasn’t got a mouth. It’s not a person, it’s a- a thing. A monster or angel. The two are synonyms to him lately.

He makes himself a cup, then sits down across from it at the small kitchen table. It stares. Although, to be fair, how could it not stare? Its whole face is all eyes. It keeps its hands folded neatly on the kitchen table. He wonders what it is expecting of him.

Its hard not to resent the thing. The mere presence of it is fucking his life up, and even though it sort of saved him, he can’t help but feel like it imposes itself on him unnecessarily. Surely he would have woken up, or the people they sent to fix it would have found him before he died. It’s not like it pulled him out of a fire or anything. He swallows the itch of guilt with bitter coffee.

#inktober #inktober 2022 #illustration #horror art #guardian angel #my writing #my art #artists on tumblr #acrylic paint and ink

[seattlesellie]

STOP THE EDIT OF ELLIES FACE ONTO ALLEN 😭😭😭 why is she looking at me like that

new sleep paralysis demon unlocked: allan ellie… ellan if u will…

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀

[big-gay-evie]

New Sleep Paralysis Demon Unlocked!

#wtf?

#wtf #they scare me #met gala #the met gala #met gala 2023 #anna wintour #jared leto #fashions #mental illness

[neverinadream]

new sleep paralysis demon unlocked