#night terrors rp

[the-wet-noodle]

This stupid ass joke character that I got way too obsessed with in an RP😞

His name is boinkus and I hate him(he is technically a moon but also not, but he does have an actual sun side.)

model I based him off on vrc:

(I love him)

[brainrot-stitch]

Doodles from a dw rp I was just in!!! Honestly the best one I've had so far lol

Out of character that vs in character chat😭

Omg crazyy...

😭😭😭random

[invisiwhere]

ngl i’ve been having fuckass dreams recently 😭 get OUT i barely get sleep

[franciscrozierofficial]

I can’t sleep. I see him. Visions of him, of how he was.

..Thomas…

Lad, I’m… Its not Christ. Damn this There are oceans between who we are and who we were when you were mine. I miss

[autobot-ironhide]

Nightmares//Reblog To Roleplay

⚠️ Night terrors, emotional numbing ⚠️

It had happened again, another night, another night terror of his past, Ironhide awoke from recharge, had he been a human he would've been in a cold sweat, he took a few deep breaths to calm his racing Spark, this was almost routine for him now, as sad as it was, he couldn't remember the last time he had had a proper night's recharge without being plagued by nightmares of his past, even though a part of him knew why, he had no healthy coping mechanisms for the nightmares, his PTSD, the flashbacks, all he could do was just keep everything bottled up, to not show signs of weakness, the Gladiator Pits had certainly drummed that into him about showing his emotions being a weakness, he gave a sigh and got out his berth, this was routine, wake up from night terror, go for a walk to calm his nerves, go back to sleep, have another night terror, wake up in the morning, rinse and repeat. He quietly exited his quarters, glancing around the dark hallways of Diego Garcia, before he quietly walking towards the exit of the hangar.

[bludhavens-finest]

You know guys to be honest, I don’t think I need to sleep, we should just make that an optional thing ykwim?

Everything feels cold and I can’t breathe

[habitual-creatures]

I don't mind sleeping on the floor tho,,

DAD I CAME OVER SO I CAN SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS YOU I NEED PHYSICAL COMFORT RIGHT NOW PLEASE

- 💜 anon

I PHYSICALLY CANNOT ENSURE YOUR SAFETY IF THAT IS WHAT WE DO.

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[obscure-by-night]

Last night was.. interesting

I don’t normally sleep at night, that’s about the only time I’m awake. I sleep all throughout the day, typically about 11-15 hours because of the hypersomnia/narcolepsy.

So I was working last night, just minding my business, and then suddenly I hear screams. I wasn’t that phased by it, actually. Back at that house, my mom would often start screaming bloody murder in her sleep and I would have to wake her up to get it to stop. It used to scare me, but by now I’m pretty used to it.

So when I heard the screams, I didn’t react much at first, until I realized “Oh. I’m not in that house anymore. Screaming through the night isn’t normal.”

My next thought was maybe I was hallucinating? But I decided to listen in closer. I creeped up to my door and put my ear up to it, it was coming from one of the rooms. I was listening, and then suddenly it went quiet. And then I heard footsteps and a door open. It was that new roommate.

So apparently this new roommate has the same trait as my mom of screaming from nightmares. I know this dude hasn’t done anything wrong, but fuck I am really starting to hate him. I mean, I sorta feel bad. I hope he’s ok, I guess.

[ravensroleplays]

Night Terrors--Open AHIT RP

“Hey, you okay?!” Snatcher asked, flying into the other person’s room to check on them. “Heard you screaming, everything alright?”

[sunxdusk]

Briengr sat in the library of the College of Winterhold.

The glowing lanterns flickered eerily, illuminating the rows and rows of shelves and pigeonholes containing scrolls, leather-bound books, maps, and other sensitive documents that would require special permission to read. The college library was surprisingly well furnished and stocked, although the librarian hadn’t bothered to update any of the more essential volumes. As a result, most books were unreadable, written in ancient nordic writings that were foreign even to him and Savos Aren. Still, there was a good selection of Altmeri volumes and many maps of the mountains that populated Skyrim.

Some elvish maps were executed with far more detail and precision than human maps. His kin, it seemed, were sticklers for detail and perfection. Ancano would have a field day if permitted entry into the college's illustrious library.

As should every Altmer strives to be. Perfection, Came Ancano’s nasally voice, and Briengr shook his head, frowning at the memory of the bastard cornering him during lunch and daring to order him to spy on his classmates. ‘You have a duty to your people! You will not dare disobey a direct order from me, boy!’ Perhaps he’d been too hasty in assaulting the little agent. Savos Aren had yet to forgive him for punching the pompous ass in the nose, forever earning the enmity of the agent and the agent’s little shadow, who seemed to be damned determined to upstage him at every turn with her mocking green eyes and twisted scowl.

Audacious pricks. Both of them.

On the low-crafted table in front of him was a map of the mountains showing the area around Winterhold for all of a hundred leagues. Little pictographs indicated towns and villages, making their meanings easy to understand. A blue axe indicated a flowing river. A sword might be an iron mine. A boat indicated a port where merchant ships might go down the Sea of Ghosts. Major trails were marked in thick red lines, lesser ones in thinner ones. What looked like perilous routes through mountains were lines of black dots. Crossed swords indicated a battle site. An orc’s head most likely marked the lair of an Orc Hold. Looking at the map, Briengr could see that this place he was looking for ran down to the lowlands of the eastern side of Winterhold. The way was clear, but from there, it was a long circuitous route to Labyrinthian. The fastest way lay along the old roads, which faded with time.

It looked as if his little rival was right, he thought sourly. It might be quicker to wait and gather supplies for the perilous journey. Assuming he could get past a horde of undead, it would be for the best to take it slow, and judging by the number of skull symbols on the map, possibly much safer.

Annoyed and impatient, Briengr slammed his hands on the hard surface, gritting his teeth at the ridiculousness of it all. For years he’d been searching for knowledge that would complete his training in the way of the Ethereal Hunter, and now he was once again forced to wait! He didn’t know why or how, but Ancano’s pet was definitely at fault for this, and the insult of being proven wrong once again burned. "Well then," he began, tone a silken mockery as he sensed a familiar presence enter the library. "You were right all along... Lady Hithfaeril."

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

[psn-stalling]

You holding up alright over there?

No. Not at all.

Anyways.

💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤

[expvrgction]

"...Why can't I shake the feeling that participating in this here contest will be a massive clusterfuck?"

"It is how it is. Gotta deal with what comes next, gramps."

"As long as that bastard over there doesn't win. Or at least, stay alive for long."

That's the one. The bastard B.J talks about. Davoth doesn't say anything-- But he has plans. Evil plans.

[miqojak]

What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Naturally, I have a hard time finding all the posts about a topic when I need them, lol. But yes, very much so - Jak has, since her inception, struggled with Garlean-based night terrors! She was drinking a tea, for a time, that ensured dreamless sleep... then that player who was providing it just sort of quietly ghosted, and I figured the effects of the tea would weaken with time anyways (a magic bullet to fix your OC's problems is BORING anyways!). It's when she's sleeping next to someone that they lessen/go away! The warmth of a body is a good reminder to her subconscious that she's no longer in a prison cell - she's no longer alone. There's someone she can trust nearby, and rest easy! I have considered whether those would lessen with the fall of Garlemald, but I imagine that will take time... and likely never really go away.

[invisiwhere]

I talked to Elliott -- We're both sleeping soon, so if you do as well, then we can both enter your dream and poke around a bit!

You don't need to worry about doing anything in particular, we'll both just pop in. It'll be easy enough because of our connections with you! (don't worry about the implications of how easy it is to enter your mind it's probably better to not think about it)

See u on the other side :3c - 🌠💭@aria-aisling

yeah ok now i’m gonna be thinking about that.

OKAYYY ! see you there :3!! i’m exhausted anyways

[franciscrozierofficial]

MEN. YOUR ATTENTION. THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING.

At the suggestion of Lieutenant George Hodgson (@ltgeorgehodgson) the punishment of Mr. Thomas Jopson (@thomas-jopson) for the infraction of repeated harassment, humiliation, and lies of omission will be made open to viewing.

At eight bells, Mr. Jopson will be undressed, put over my knee, and spanked until I feel that he has suffered sufficient punishment.

Any crew members who wish see what happens when an officer is disrespected may attend— though I will be the only one permitted to touch Mr. Jopson.

Due to the sensitive nature of this punishment, Mr. Jopson has the choice: to be stripped and spanked by his captain, or spend 48 hours on Erebus with no contact to Terror. (I can manage without a steward for 2 days, there need not be an exchange). @thomas-jopson, speak now to make your choice.

Everyone else: as you were.

[guardian-of-cybertron]

⚠️TW: Trauma, War, Night terrors ⚠️

Night Terror//Reblog To Roleplay

It was like he was back in wars, fighting for his life, everywhere he looked there was the sound of gunshots and the screams of bots dying or from injuries, but what was worse was seeing those he called family going down one by one, the other Guardians, because of the Decepticons, it was brutal...it was too much.

Omega gasped a little as he awoke from recharge and immediately transformed, his hands transforming into his weapons, for a moment it was like he was seeing the battlefield, bodies laying everywhere, but as he came to his senses he realised that he was outside the Autobots' base, on Earth, back in the present. He huffed out a sigh of relief and retracted his weapons, he glanced around, hoping no one had heard anything.