#Nightmare marvel

[can-of-pringles]

Who was going to tell me that there's an evil discount Marvel version of Dream of the Endless /j

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"...LIVING IN YOUR DREAMWORLD IS NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE."

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1652x2285 -- Spotlight on a splash page extradimensional demonic entity and Ruler of the Nightmare World in the Dream Dimension, Nightmare, from the pages of "Incredible Hulk" Vol. 1 #298. August, 1984. Marvel Comics.

"Good evening. My name is... Nightmare. And this is my realm. The Nightmare Realm. You've been here before. Oh, yes, you have! Of course you may not remember -- not in detail, not with specificity -- the numerous occasions on which you've been my... guest. No, but you do recall the sense of dread that so unnerved you the morning after that you woke sobbing into your pillow and clutching your bedsheets in terror. My, but we've had some fine times together, haven't we?"

-- NIGHTMARE breaking the fourth wall (Earth-616)

Story/script by Bill Mantlo

Pencils by Sal Buscema

Inks by Gerry Talaoc

Colors by Bob Sharen

Letters by Joe Rosen

Sources: Monsters and Magazines! (blogspot) & https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Incredible_Hulk_Vol_1_298.

[thes-hitoverlord]

art by STUPIDDEAD SKULLHEAD

[clairedaring]

Matthew...

DAREDEVIL Kinbaku | 2.05

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade, spooning a peacefully asleep Logan: Yes, my Logie Bear's a VIP.

Logan: *Subconsciously snuggles closer to Wade*

Wade, gently kissing Logan's shoulder: A Very Important Princess.

[pandapetals]

Nightmares

After dating for a while, you try to convince Logan to sleep in your bed despite his nightmares.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

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Things between you and Logan had moved quickly after that long year of pining, flirting, and stolen glances that led to the inevitable confession. It had taken time, but once the feelings were out in the open, things fell into place—almost effortlessly. Logan was a gentleman, old-fashioned in the way he held the door for you or offered his hand whenever you stepped out of the car. 

While you appreciated all those gestures, what you longed for most was something simpler. You wanted to wake up within arm’s reach of him, to feel his warmth next to you when the early morning light crept through the window.

But that seemed impossible.

Everyone at the mansion knew Logan didn’t sleep much, and when he did, it often ended in nightmares—violent, heart-wrenching ones that sent his body into a battle of its own while his mind relived horrors buried deep within him. It had been that way for decades, and the others had grown used to the occasional sound of his muttering, the low groans that echoed through the mansion in the dead of night.

You weren’t used to it. You wanted to help. From the moment the two of you began dating, you had been determined to ease his pain. Yet, every time you mentioned it, Logan would brush it off, insisting that it was something he’d learned to live with. "It’s part of me, sweetheart," he would say, his voice low and gruff as if the weight of it all was too much to burden anyone else with. "Ain’t nothin’ you can do about it."

So, he kept his distance. Even as you grew closer emotionally, he kept you away at night, a silent barrier between the two of you. He feared hurting you—he feared himself.

One night, after yet another evening of him retreating to his own room, you had had enough.

"Logan," you said firmly, your voice a mixture of frustration and affection. "I’m telling you, I’ll be fine."

He was standing near the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, the muscles in his arms coiled like he was ready for battle. He shook his head, not meeting your eyes. "You don’t understand," he muttered, his voice thick with that familiar rasp. "I could hurt you. When the nightmares come... I have no control. I can’t... I won’t risk it."

Your gaze dropped to his hands, those calloused hands you knew so well—hands that had held you gently, protectively. You also knew what lay beneath the surface. His claws retracted now, but always there, waiting. The thought of him losing control scared him more than anything.

"I don’t trust myself," Logan whispered, his voice barely audible now as if he was confessing a sin. "I’m sorry."

He turned to leave, but you weren’t ready to let him go—not this time. With a quick movement, you slipped out of bed, catching his arm before he could leave your room. "Logan," you said, your voice softer but firm, pleading. "Please. Just try for me. If it’s too much, I’ll sleep on the floor or... or whatever it takes. But just... be here."

He looked down at you, his expression torn, those stormy eyes filled with an internal battle you couldn’t even begin to understand. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, with a resigned sigh, he nodded—barely, but it was enough.

The first night he stayed with you, you had sensed it even before he woke. The way his breathing quickened, his muscles tensed beneath the blankets—small signs that told you the nightmare was taking over. You didn’t hesitate. Slipping out of bed silently, you moved to the chair by the window, watching him carefully from a safe distance. You weren’t afraid—you trusted him—but you knew Logan would never forgive himself if he hurt you.

Moments later, his body jerked violently, a low growl escaping his throat as his claws extended with a harsh snikt. He woke with a start, sitting up and panting, his chest heaving as he tried to get his bearings. His eyes scanned the room until they found you sitting there, calm and patient, waiting for him.

"You... you moved," he said, his voice hoarse, the pain of the nightmare still lingering in his tone.

You gave him a small, reassuring smile. "Just giving you space," you said gently. "I’m here, Logan. I’m not going anywhere."

He stared at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as he realized you weren’t afraid. You hadn’t run. You were still here, waiting. It was then that he knew he didn’t have to explain—he never had to explain. While he rarely shared the details of what haunted him, on nights like these, when he felt safe enough, he would start to talk, his voice low and raw, as if the words hurt to speak aloud.

He told you about the wars, about the blood and death, and the faces that still haunted him. About the men he had killed, sometimes not even remembering their names. You listened, always listening, never asking more than he was willing to give. When he grew quiet, you would move back to the bed, curling up beside him, grounding him with your presence.

As time passed, Logan began to relax more around you, his nights spent in your bed becoming more frequent. The nightmares didn’t stop, but he learned to trust that you were there, that he wasn’t alone in the fight.

You made your room a safe place for him—a sanctuary of sorts. The dim light of the bedside lamp, the soft hum of a fan in the corner, and the familiar scent of vanilla from the candles you liked to burn. Everything in the room was designed to soothe, to ground him. 

Before bed, you created a routine—something simple but effective. You’d brew a cup of chamomile tea, and he’d drink it with that reluctant smirk of his, pretending he didn’t need it but secretly enjoying the quiet ritual. Afterward, you’d settle into bed together, and your favorite part came next.

"Alright," you’d say softly, pulling out a book from your nightstand. "What are we in the mood for tonight? Something classic?"

Logan would nod, his body already relaxing into the pillows. It became part of the routine, you reading aloud to him, your voice a soothing balm against the chaos that sometimes lingered in his mind. You’d start with a chapter or two, your voice soft and melodic, and by the time you’d finished, Logan’s breathing would have slowed, his head resting against your shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

Some nights, he’d drift off peacefully before you even closed the book, the tension in his face softening as sleep claimed him. You’d smile to yourself, gently placing the book on the nightstand, and press a kiss to the top of his head before turning off the light.

One night, after you finished reading, Logan murmured sleepily, his voice rough but content, "Don’t know how you do it, darlin’."

"Do what?" you asked, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He shifted, tightening his hold on you. "Make me feel...safe."

You smiled in the darkness, your heart swelling at his words. "Because you are safe, Logan. With me, you always will be."

In the quiet that followed, with the moonlight streaming softly through the window, Logan finally let himself believe it. 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompts 228

"Dad."

"I am not your father, ghostling- and you cannot attempt to use that to take my sword."

"… Mom!"

"Oh Realms help me, No-"

[okscallion-4221]

The characters I currently like, will add more when I get more

There’s too many tags ugh

[vertigoartgore]

1988's Marvel Fanfare Vol.1 #41 cover by cover artist Dave Gibbons (he did the interior art too).

[taw-k]

While I definitely think the mind stone had a massive effect on Loki in the first Avengers film he definitely wasn't under full control, in fact I don't even think that's how the mind stone really works, definitely not like Clint and Selvig were.

What I think happened was Thanos tortured the hell out of Loki, and here's a silly little gorey through for you, forced him to battle other beasts, and if he won, his prize would be dinner... He would be forced to eat his fallen opponent.

Anyway, this took a toll on Loki until he finally broke, and that's where Thanos stepped in with the mind stone.

See, Thanos is evil, but he's not stupid, and he knows that loyalty born from respect and admiration is stronger than that of fear, that's why people die for their loved ones as he's probably seen countess times while invading planets. So he took Loki's broken mind and twisted it, the torture, the pain, the suffering, removed everything, his entire memory of being tortured, but he kept the loyalty. He filled Loki's mind with peace, promises, and purpose because that's all Loki's ever wanted, to belong, all thanks to the glorious Thanos.

That's what the mind stone does, it grants you peace, and a purpose, it makes everything... quiet... it doesn't make you do things for the wielder, it makes you want to do things. That's why Loki never spoke up about his experiences, he doesn't know where the mind stone stops and he starts, and he doesn't remember the torture.

Whenever you disobey the influence you experience something like withdrawal, a deep sense of panic and fear, of loss, of losing yourself and your purpose. This was severely amplified with Loki as he already suffers from intrusive thoughts, hallucinations (when he's having a really bad episode) and having no sense of identity (especially after Thor 1).

Then years later on the ship after Ragnarok Bruce Banner gets the sneaking feeling that Loki wasn't behind the attack. He questions Loki, asks him things like "don't you remember throwing Clint off a building?" or "don't you remember when you held Natasha hostage?" things that never happened and Loki just agrees because it was all a blur to him. That's how Bruce finds out about Thanos sending Loki.

[dragonsgirl572]

Sunshine plus their angsty evil counterpart

[theultimatejackoff]

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[sbd-laytall]

LMAO, I would literally pay to have been a fly on the wall when the writer was thinking up this.

Nightcrawler (1985) #2

[rei-ismyname]

Cyclops' dream wedding

Scott Summers is taking a break from the X-Men and working through his grief on a Floridian fishing boat. All of a sudden Jean appears in her underwear and wants to make out. Cool cool. Next thing they're in a church getting married and both their clothes change. He looks like an idiot and Jean cycles through her various eras or identities. She asks which he loves best.

He obviously says 'all of them' to a GIANT Jean and they continue. Scott doubts what's happening but talks himself into it. He's absolutely right that his not wife can and will resurrect herself. So many times.

The priest is fucking Chuck, lol. I'm surprised he's not her father 'giving her away' too. Logan, Piotr and Kitty are in the front row but the rest of the attendees are faceless. Havok and Storm stand next to the happy couple looking awkward. He should have known it was an illusion based on Havok being the best anything. The wedding goes off without a hitch and they're pronounced woman and husband.

In a callback to the time they had butte sex, Jean lifts his visor to look at his eyes and presumably kiss him. SHE EXPLODES INTO BLOODY PULP WHAT THE FUCK. 'The bloody pulp that had once been Jean.' Not even a corpse, just salsa. How awful.

This whole production is the work of a loser called D'Spayre. They can give people illusions but can be defeated if you just ... don't believe them. Scott knows Jean is much too powerful for that to happen and snaps out of it. Lee Forrester's dad carks it though, unfortunately for him. Scott Summers must be a big hit in the demon world - they seriously follow him everywhere.

[jackassbroadcast]

Totally happened in the movie guys trust

[softestqueeen]

if your prompt requests are still open, could you do prompt 17 with gn!reader x könig? maybe sprinkle in some friends to lovers if you feel like it as well🙏

prompt: "Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you." a/n: this is very out of character for könig, but oh yeah. i hope you still like it! enjoy <3 warnings: fluff, a lil bit of comofrt, brief mention of nightmares, love confession, kissing pairing: roommate!könig x gn!reader I 1,110 words special prompts I special masterlist

It wasn't often that you and your roommate König got to spend time together. Unfortunately, with him being on deployment most of the time and you woking a busy job, there weren't many opportunities for the two of you to spend time with each other.

Still, you and him both loved the movie nights you spent cuddled up on the couch or occasionally on Königs bed. In these rare cases he was very glad that he wore a mask, because you - his best friend - on his bed next to him, all cuddled up and comfortable made his heart beat faster and a blush creap up his neck.

The soldier had been harboring feelings for you ever since you first met about 2 years ago, when you applied to be his roommate. He immediately told you that you could move in and that his home was now also yours. Everytime he saw you, he couldn't belive his eyes, your face so perfectly balanced, you body so well shaped and your height - you were just so perfect in every way.

But he knew, a man like him, who had casued so much pain in the past would never deserve someone as pure as you. Still, he enduldged here and there with your movie nights.

You were currently sitting on Königs bed while he was getting snacks, ready to enjoy your next film pick. Tonight it was your turn after König got to pick last time, though it doesn't really matter. He always chose movies he thought you could like and didn't really think about himself during those moments.

Once he returned from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and a bag of sweets, he slipped under the blanket next to you, wearing only a pair of sweats, a long sleeved shirt and of course his mask. Though you had seen him without, he prefered to keep it on and you respected that.

Now under the blanket he could feel your body heat next to him and for the next two hours he couldn't concentrate on anything but you, as usual. Everytime you laughed you felt his eyes on him and when the surprisingly sad ending made you cry, König offered you his beefy shoulder which you gladly excepted.

But, all good things eventually must come to an end, so you bid him a good night and slipped out of his bed, leaving only traces of your perfume behind.

This meant only one thing for König - a restless night of yearning was ahead of him. He desperately needed you close to him, his body practically calling for you but he wouldn't dare to confess his feelings. He'd rather be only your friend forever than be a stranger to you.

Surprisingly, he slipped into a light sleep very fast, though his mind wasn't as kind to him. At first his dream seemed more or less normal, there was you and him in a grocery store. The dream took a quick turn though and once his dream turned into a nightmare he jolted upright, a scream tearing from his throat before he could stop himself.

His breathing heavily and prayed to whoever was out there that he didn't wake you up. The fast and sudden footsteps that he could now hear in your shared flat though told him something else.

You didn't even knock before tearing open his door, you eyes quickly searching for an intruder. Once you saw König breathing heavily it dawned on you what happened and you let out a breath.

Slowly, you krept towards his bed and put one of your hands on his shoulder. He flinched slightly beofre relaxing into your touch.

"Did you have a nightmare?" though the answer was obvious you still wanted to be sure. König only answered with a short nod, before moving aside so you could slip underneath the blanket next to him.

You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet invitation. It wasn't often that you really noticed that he was having a nightmare, usually he wouldn't dare talk about it. But sometimes you did catch wind of it and never hesitated to comfort him.

This meant you also had a little routine for cases like this. You leaned back against the headboard, slightly propped up, allowing Königh to put his head in the crook of your neck and slightly cover your torso with his. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and drew mindless shapes on them.

You didn't ask about what the dream contained, he never told you.

"You don't always have to comfort me and stay up with me, you know. I appreciate it, but you can go back to your room and get some sleep," König interrupted the silence that had formed around you. It pained you to hear the slight insecurity and uncertainty in his voice.

"Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyways if I knew that you would be here all alone with your worries," you reassured him.

The warmth in his words made his heart ache and in that moment he knew he had to tell you how he felt. He didn't care if it could potentially end your friendship, but he realised he had to take the chance.

"I have to tell you something, I haven't been completely honest with you," his words made your breath slightly hitch and your hand on his shoulder stilled, "I have to confess, I am in love with you and have been since we first met. Every time you show me so much kindness that I dodn't deserve it pains me to know that you are not mine. If you don't feel the same, that's fine, but I thought you should know." His head was now angled more towards you, his shiny eyes making contact with his. Moments like these were also the only instances where you saw him without his mask and his beauty made your heart roar.

"Hey, don't say that. You deserve so much love, you know. And it's silly that you don't think I feel the same about you, because I do. I love you too, so much. I'm surprised you haven't realised yet."

König couldn't belive what he was hearing. Once he had been staring at you for some time, he realised he should probably say something. Or rather, do something.

He propped himself up on one of his arms, so he wa face to face with you. He leaned forward and lightly placed his lips on top of yours, and oncce you kissed him back, he knew he would never let you go again.

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