#sleepy sings

[sleepyowlsleeps]

Sleepy sings "Silent Night"

Forgive my voice, I have a teensy bit of a cold

@kaiusvnoir @jacquessayshello @cljordan-imperium @sidebyside-withafriend @youjustfeelthemforever @ettawritesnstudies can't remember who else liked my singing vids

[sleepybeanmal]

Sleepy Sings No. 2.5

Hellfire

⚠️HEADPHONE WARNING⚠️ Okay I finally managed to record somewhere where I won’t be disruptive if I sing loud; the only issue is, it’s the morning aaaaaand I’m not warmed up(or rehearsed) so it’s not perfect. The Twst fandom still has me on a Hunchback kick, so this was stuck in my head. Additionally, Frollo’s very bad words(the G-Slur) have been replaced with Twst-friendly Malleus references(although I will strike down anybody who actually wants to destroy Briar Valley, I will throw hands and spells). No slurs here, or else. Only UwUs.

Anyways here’s the video lol. AGAIN- HEADPHONE WARNING- ITS LOUD AF, EVEN IF ITS ONLY THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG

And yes, this is my real voice. Please don’t use it to impersonate me or pass it off as your own. If you recognize it, please do not out my identity for safety reasons. I just want to share soft songs that make me UwU. Thank you!

[io-lu-art]

A tale of Ba Sing Se.

[ping-ski]

speak no evil, see no evil, hear... all evil???

@lilakwii i hope u enjoy this little gift since u like sun so much hehe :3

LDR belongs to @spadillelicious !

[mspaint-flower]

not vocaloid related, but i finally finished a proper reference for my sona

[attackedastoria]

Gotta rest up for the next tourdust... 😴✨️

(Watercolor)

[rustytrident]

mammon who is so loud about being attracted to you, you never have to doubt yourself.

mammon who sees you in a crowd and yells "and who's that sexy person i see over there?" and won't stop until you admit it's you and smile at him.

mammon who will hold you hand or your arm or your waist or anything while you're out just to show you that he's there (he won't let go unless he has to).

mammon who will demand you get paid, no matter what, no matter where or when. you're in the damn human world thinking your employer won't pay you extra for the extra hours you've put in after their demand and you see like double the money in you bank account. don't question it just go buy yourself something pretty and send him a pic.

mammon whose brain goes "where is humnan. my humnan where" when he's away from you for a while but always checks if you want to see 1) people and 2) him, before he comes over. yes, he does burst in your room but it's consensual.

mammon who mimics his crow familiars in more ways than one and makes non human, bird-like noises when he's happy (especially when he's happy with you, and everyone recognises the difference in pitch except from you).

just mammon <//3

[cerise-on-top]

Singing Price a Lullaby

Reusing one of my favorite ideas! I actually put in the names of all the characters I write for into a random picker and I got Price! Lovely, he's earned it!

Looking up from your phone, you gazed through the window, looking at the few stars and clouds that were visible. The sun had kissed the planet goodnight a while ago. And yet, here you were, all alone still, lying in your bed as you awaited your lover to finally finish his work for the day. A torturous time, really. Although he may have been so near, you dared not disturb him in what he deemed so important. And thus you were left to your own devices for hours now, asking him whether or not he had desired some food from time to time. Truthfully, an empty stomach was the only thing to make John abandon his oh so important work. And even then, conversation was sparse, he merely thought about work, not paying you much mind. While there may be the occasional answer were you to ask a question, it was short. He may have been the captain of a prestigious force, but that didn’t mean he should neglect you like that. Even you, with your understanding nature, had your limits. But it wasn’t John unintentionally ignoring you for the majority of the day that got to you, no. What really irked you was how few breaks he took. Yes, what he had to do was indeed of utmost importance, but you’d rather have him take care of himself either way. You brought him tea and water, incentives to get away from his paperwork for a few minutes at a time.

Looking at your phone yet again, the clock read 21:23. Had it been up to you, you would have dragged John from his desk and into bed. While you may not have been as strong as he was physically, you would hold him down until sleep would take him. If you needed to, you would learn to tie knots as well, anything to get your boyfriend to rest. With a sigh, you turned off your phone, deciding that you, and him, had had enough for the night. Your bed may have been a bastion of comfort, but it was incomplete without him. And thus, yet again, you sought him out in the one place he could almost always be found.

You knocked on the door to his office and, to no surprise, John invited you in, not bothering to open the door himself, however.

“Evening, love. Can I help you?” It was late, he had been working since the morning. Evidently, he was tired, his speech a bit slower than usual. John even had the gall to stifle a yawn around you. Had you been stronger, you would have picked him up, thrown him over your shoulder and carried him to your shared bed. But alas he was too heavy. The sentiment was still very much there, though.

“John, don’t you think it’s time to head to bed? It’s half past nine pm already, you’ve been at this since ten am.”

Turning back to his paperwork, he tapped the pen against his papers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop for the time being.”

Those few sentences made you irrationally angry. ‘Just a little longer’, that usually meant he’d be at this for another three hours or so, which was unacceptable. You took a deep breath and gently closed the door behind you. However, you could not pretend to be calm any longer as you stomped over to John, taking his papers from him and scanning them over. “Spelling error. Spelling error. Did you doze off as you wrote this? Wrong use of ‘than’. Spelling error.” You put the papers down with force, it was a surprise none of them had flown off the desk. “John, you’re dead tired and mentally exhausted. I think it’s time you call it quits for the night.”

Putting his pen down, he sighed. “Love, it’s alright. This is important and the deadline is coming up soon enough. I can go to bed later. I’m not tired just yet either.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer and resting his head against you, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll join you soon enough, don’t worry.”

“Stop shitting me. You’re leaving this room right now.” Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up. You had expected otherwise, but he put up no fight as you dragged him off the chair. It seemed as though not even he wanted to really work anymore this late. No one was going to burn him at the stakes for heading to bed for the night. Or stopping for any other reason. “And if you’re not tired, fine. We’ll do something else until you are tired.” What a liar. You were sure if you forced him to bed and wrapped a blanket around him he’d be gone in roughly ten minutes. Maybe even less. His eyes were only half open, and he was, yet again, stifling a yawn. “Come on, we’re heading to the living room. I have an idea for what we can do.”

For a moment he hesitated, refusing to go along with you as you were halfway through the door. John looked back at the documents on his desk, barely moving as you tried to drag him through the door. His gaze seemed almost empty as he stared off into space. He was half asleep, even while standing there. Eventually, he relented, turning off the lights and following you into the living room.

Holding onto his wrist still, you sat down on the couch, patting your lap as John simply stared at you. Raising his eyebrow, it was clear what he wanted to convey. ‘I’m too heavy for you, I won’t be sitting in your lap.’ But that wasn’t your intention either.

“Lie down, put your head on my lap.” Although he may have been a captain, he obeyed your command, no complaints from his side either. It was adorable how he looked up at you, barely conscious. You were certain he’d fall asleep eventually. However, maybe, just maybe, you could convince him to go to bed without him actually falling asleep in your lap. You wanted to sleep in your bed as well, after all. All of this could have been avoided if only he would take better care of himself. You’re going to scold him for that, but it could wait until tomorrow. For the time being you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What are we going to do now? Watch the telly?”

“Quiet, my dear. I’m thinking.” What you were about to do was kind of embarrassing. You were only really used to singing to yourself when no one was around. But you always found your voice to be quite soothing. In fact, you could sing yourself sleepy with certain songs as well. It was a blessing and a curse. You hoped you wouldn’t start yawning throughout it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as unlikely as one would think. Still, you’d give it your all. But what to sing? You wanted to go for something a bit nicer.

Eventually, you settled for a song, looking away from John for a bit before starting to play with his hair again. He never looked away from you, taking in all of your features, regardless of how many times he had seen them.

Your voice wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t overly high pitched either as you sang. Still, you felt a bit embarrassed, avoiding John’s gaze. It seemed almost humiliating to you, singing in front of someone else after years of not doing so. But it would take John’s mind off of things, you hoped. Your little performance was nice, you could feel yourself relaxing a bit as well.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

This flower don't belong to me

Why can't she belong to me?

Slowly, you could feel your eyes getting a bit droopy as well, a yawn coming along with the feeling. Still, you ignored such for the sake of continuing to sing. John shifted in your lap, laying down on his side as he nuzzled into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if he was actually enjoying this, anxiety building up in your chest. However, you had already started, it would be a shame to stop now.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Every touch, every smile, every frown

All the pain we've endured until now

All the hope that I lost, you have found

He wrapped his arms around your middle and sighed contently. Maybe your anxieties were unfounded after all. It wasn’t often he’d sigh like that, only when he was really comfortable. For a moment, you dared to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed happy.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Surrender

Every touch, every smile, every frown

Surrender

All the pain we've endured until now

Surrender

All the hope that I lost, you have found

His breathing was shallow and calm. Has he fallen asleep already? You would have preferred it if he had fallen asleep in your shared bed, but you supposed this was better than nothing. You could always just take a nap tomorrow.

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Your little performance was over now. You had found yourself to be quite tired yourself, but dared not to move in fear of waking John. Yet, eventually, he stirred awake, in spite of you not moving a muscle. His slumber didn’t last very long, if he had even slept in the first place.

“Beautiful, love. How come you never told me you could sing like that?”

“Well, it is a bit embarrassing. Even though I really do love singing. Anyway, go to bed, you stinker. It’s late and you’re tired.”

John sighed, but got up reluctantly. Having pulled you up with him, he linked his arm with yours. You were ready to hold him given how he swayed from left to right as he walked. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should sing more often. I’d love to hear you sing again sometime.”

“W-well, I’m sure that could be arranged… We’ll discuss that tomorrow. For now we’re heading to bed.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else at this hour.” What a jester. Had you not intervened then he’d still be working away at some boring papers. But you were proud of him for complying. He needed that rest, after all.

You weren’t sure how long it took for him to actually fall asleep, but you could have sworn you heard light snoring the moment he hit the bed. In fact, he wasn’t even moving anymore, it was you, who had to drape the blanket over the both of you. But you didn’t mind. With a gentle kiss to the top of John’s head, you settled down for the night yourself, nestling into the blankets and getting comfortable. Eventually, you, too, fell asleep, tired from singing the lullaby.

[haveyoureadthismanga-poll]

[tenthousandyearsx]

My new favourite thing is to go through the ORV webtoon's comments on key chapters and watch people lose their minds

[sleepyowlsleeps]

Sleepy sings "Mexico" by The Staves

For @jacquessayshello @vellichor-virgo @antihell @ellatholmes @oh-no-another-idea

[sleepybeanmal]

Sleepy Sings No. 1-

Fly Me to the Moon

If I were to sing this to any character in Twst, I’d probably pick Malleus(maybe Diasomnia in general but especially Malleus), The Fish Mafia™️, both Scarabia Kings, Rook, Deuce, and MAYBE(if they asked nicely and didn’t bully me) Leona, Vil, and Ace. As far as Obey Me goes, probably Lucifer, Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and my sunshine son Luke(I’m still getting to know Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael).

And yes, this is my real voice. Please don’t use it to impersonate me or pass it off as your own. If you recognize it, please do not out my identity for safety reasons. I just want to share soft songs that make me UwU. Thank you!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

goodnight maggots

Apparently you all, just like me, need periodic reminders to go to sleep on time, so here is yours. Go get some rest, loves, it's not selfish or unproductive of you, it's not you wasting time that you could be enjoying, it's something you really, really need.

Good Omens fandom, here's a miracle for you, and for everyone else reading this post, too. Let there be rest. I hope your muscles loosen up, I hope your breaths even out, I hope your bones don't ache so much anymore. I hope the pain takes a step back, lets you feel ease before you lay your head down. I hope you fall asleep without too much effort, slipping into quiet dreams that you won't remember when you wake up, but you know they made you smile. I hope you gather enough strength to wake up and live without too much pain. Let there be rest.

I know there are people reading this with their eyes burning and spine hurting just like me so it's time to go to sleep now, okay? Whenever you see this post, if you haven't slept properly, do it as soon as you can. If you see this ages before you go to sleep, think about it when you have to, okay? These wishes will wait for you. Don't worry. Do your best to sleep.

Maybe when you wake up, a nightingale will sing.

Goodnight, now. I love you.

-Asmi

[shadebloopnik]

Its unholy o'clock and im having normal thoughts like about how Bruce and his family were fans of Velvet and Veneer as popstars. Like yes of course he loved their performances, they were using Floyd's talent. Floyd, his little brother with an angelic voice, sensitive star of their band at a young age.

Of course he connected with their music, it was like hearing Floyd's own voice singing after all those years.

Beneath all that glitz and glam, Bruce felt his brother's melody and loved it just as much.

[lisamarie-vee]

[cowboy-kidd]

Regressor!Bruce Wayne

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