#nightterror!nightmare

[andizoidart]

Here’s the full page of drawings! I had a lot of fun with it, and can’t wait to show more! <3

Solar and Stalker belong to @bobateaboo Everyone else belongs to myself

[sunnydayaoe]

for my buddy @westaysilly 's dtiys !!! had fun.. even if I havn't drawn any utmv in like for fucking ever HAHA

alt version that doesn't really fit the dtys challenge criteria under cut VV

[didderd]

Nightmare cradling his lil y/n with his tendrils/tentacles..? ❤️🥺

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He just finds you to be. so adorable.

[peyton-warren]

Jake Jensen and 😍

The Sanctuary of Hope

Characters: Jake Jensen, Reader Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 420 Type: angst and fluff Warning: Nightmares, PTSD Fueled night terrors and comfort Prompt: Post-nightmare cuddles for Jake Jensen

Summary: You comfort Jake Jensen after he has a nightmare.

Author's Note: From this Comfort my Characters ask game and the above resulting ask from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork above. Thank you doesn't even begin to cover how much @adulting-sucks has helped encourage me in my writing, shes been everything from beta, sounding board and cheer leader. Thank you ! Drabble can be read in the Blinded by the Fog world but can be read separate from it as well.

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You were awake a split second before he was, and you knew what woke you.  Nightmares.  His nightmares.  

Even as it echoes off the walls of your shared bedroom, you heard Jake’s bellow quiet quickly as he froze next to you.  You knew better than to touch him until you had confirmation he was indeed awake after one of he nightmares.  You had learned that lesson early on one night when he came up swinging, connecting his meaty fist to your cheek after you laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.  

 “Oh god no,” he whispered softly, his voice broken.  

“Baby?” you asked, tenderly, gently, hoping to not scare him any more than he likely already was.  

His response came in the form of soft sobs as he rolled on his side, pressing his face into your neck.  “Oh god,” he muttered, babbling, almost incoherent.  

“Oh handsome man,” you cooed into his sweaty hair, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him cry more than heard him, his whole body wracked with each sob. You knew this was all you could do for him; comfort him, wrap him in your love until he calmed himself.   “It’s ok, my love,” you whispered softly into his hair.  “It’s ok. It was just a dream.”

You never asked him about his nightmares, the terrors that stalked him when he closed his eyes.  You expected it had something to do with his time in the military, things you couldn’t ask him about, things he couldn’t tell you about.  He never really talked about what he saw on his missions to all parts of the world, but you knew some of it came out in the form of nightmares and night terrors.  And honestly, if this was how it affected the strong man in your arms, you were comfortable not knowing what spurred these nocturnal visions that passed behind his eyelids as he slept beside you.  

Your arms tightened around him as you felt him relax, his soft sobs turning into sighs and hiccups as you felt him drift back to sleep against you.  Stroking your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, you pressed your cheek tighter against him, softly kissing his hair before closing your eyes, tightening your hold on him just a little more as you followed him back into sleep’s domain, hoping, praying your arms and love were enough to keep the horrors away for a little bit tonight.  

General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire

BBTF Tag List: @mis-lil-red, @sconnie-doesnt-know, @ronearoundlightly

Send me an ask about comforting my characters.

[somewhat-insane]

More lazy doodles. Y'all know the routine.

[bobateaboo]

“For me…?”

I finished coloring Cleaver’s feast! Mans has had a hard recovery, He earned it

Nightterror and Soot are by @andizoidart

Reblogs > likes

[bucklemonster2]

Dark Witch and the Dead Fairies Dream

Had a strange dark dream tonight xD There was a dark old witch with dragonfly wings. She wanted to open a gate through which all evil came into the world. There were fairies flying everywhere, this angered her, so she walked around with a big fly swatter and beat all the poor fairies to death. She stomped them to death, there were dead fairies all over the floor and against the windows.

[the-becka]

Comforted by ghosts….🌒 #horrorart #ghosts #comics #comicart #creepy #dreams #nightmare #nightterrors #artwork #TheWormholeClubTragedy https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn73dCEvUGH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sami32e]

DeviantArt mirror here

Here is a project almost one year in the making: A sprite chart of Undertale AUs and Multiverses. The credits are massive, so I'll keep it brief.

The order of characters in the rows is: Ink, Error, Core, Dream, Nightmare, Fresh, Blueberror, Fatal, Dr. Sans and an extra Outcode.

Enjoy

Undertale & Deltarune by Toby Fox

Underfell by @underfell (Vic the Underfella)

Underswap by Hatsune Miku

Swapfell by Kkhoppang

Hardtale by CedDrawsNear

Fellswap Gold by @blackggggum

Underfellswap by @swapfell

Swapswap ( @swapswapofficial ) by @oranskullblade, Resurgence Swapswap by Dunkly

Dusttale by Osteophile and @ask-dusttale

Remains (Dusterror) by @flapvoir-real

Horrortale by @horrortalecomic (Sour Apple Studios)

Killertale/Something New by @rahafwabas

Paper Jam by @7goodangel

Gradient Sans & @askcomboclub by @roseworks

Quantumtale by @perfectshadow06

Superior Papyrus by Kurbo0

Index Sans & Dr. Clockworx by @tgps-crib

Mr. Paradox by @jaumj

Goth Afterdeath by @nekophy

Paper Crane by @little-noko

Goopytale by @sunnysheadraws and Arts Kislali

Xtale & Underverse ( @xtaleunderverse ) by @jakei95

A L I V E by @tatatale

Challenger Papyrus & R.E.M.N.A.N.T. by Waterfallapollo

Cutter Chara and Needle Asriel by @zaylephant

Agent Buttercup by me

Inktale by @comyet

Errortale, Aftertale and Underfresh by @loverofpiggies

Core Frisk ( @corefrisk ) by @dokudoki

Dreamtale by @jokublog

Fatal Error ( @fatal-error-blog) by @xedramon

Doctor Sans by @flapvoir-real

Honeycomb Ralsei by @laptoparmageddon

Fellink (Dye) and Fellgravity by Alter9code

Fellafter by @medioric-hyper and Ermburh

Fellerror (Flaw & Flawine), Felldream (Oneiro & Ephialtes) and Fellfatal by Mettalicc and Daviduzzzzzz

Fellcore Frisk by @inkbrucel

Fellfresh/Unfresh (Rocker) by me

Fell Dr.Sans by @tresh4kww

Swapink (Indi) by @wishingstarinajar

Swapafter & Swapfatal by ZeroCofee06/ZeroSans06

Swaperror (Fallacy & Fallrot) and Swapcore Chara by Mettalic and Daviduzzzzzz

Fallacy redesign by me

Swapdream take and Doctor Paps by @tresh4kww

Swapfresh (Zippy) by @rainbowsans

Hex Error Sans by @stankychee

Supremeverse by @flapvoir-real

The Variants by @glitchy-squidd

Airbrush (and by extension Brushwork) by @adorablemew

NO!Sansverse by @tging24

Swapfellverse by @enigmapapyrus

Hardafter by @medi0creking and @medioric-hyper

Hardink (Pastel), Harderror (Critical), Harddream (Euphoria & Misery/Nightterror), Hardfresh and Hardfatal by @medi0creking

Pastel redesign and Hardcore Frisk by me

[dreamsofrealityblog]

Run

So it has been a minute and a lot has happened. I found Christ again and man has that been an experience. They say your dreams are when you are the most vulnerable, when the spiritual world can interact with you the most and I seem to be very easy to interact with. I have very vivid dreams ones that feel…like reality. Last night I believe I had one of these spiritual attacks and Jesus got me…

[andizoidart]

3/8 drawings, featuring Nightterror and Stalker! There’s an animatic I want to make for Nightterror based on the song For the Departed by Shayfer James. It encapsulates his character quite well.

Nightmare created by @/jokublog Killer created by @/rahafwabas Stalker belongs to @bobateaboo Nightterror belongs to myself

[sunnydayaoe]

Gghghg all I draw is this stupid dreamtale offshoot bahaha. [open to name suggestions I'm sooo bad at them]

[genderfluidbastard]

Based on this microfic by @my-castles-crumbling

Regulus, who was worried about spending the night with James because of his nightmares/nightterrors

James, who was expecting Regulus to have them based on the house he grew up in and knew exactly what to do because he spent every night for 5 years helping Sirius

[thestalkerbunny]

The Princess of Day Dreams and her brother, The Night Terror Prince.

One visits you in your abstract day dreams, the other leers over you in your state of sleep paralysis, chittering and shrieking nonsense at you. These terrifying demi-godesque entities are the offspring of The Queen of Dreams and the Nightmare King themselves.

(Discord chat said NightTerror Prince reminded them of a little victorian boy and they're NOT wrong.)

[bobateaboo]

wrote a lil thing of backstory for my boy Cleaver, Stalker (who isn't called by name but is there) is by me and Nightterror is by @andizoidart !!

Funny thing; when any experience with other monsters is life threatening, it means it takes a while to notice when everyone else stops being there.

Cleaver had been in hiding for… how long…? A long time, only coming out to check his traps before hiding back away in his old house. The windows boarded, the door covered with more locks than he’d bothered counting for some time. He only left when it had been months of empty snares and bear traps, once he’d boiled the leather of his brothers old boots for something to eat, once he’d gotten desperate enough  to peel the bark of the trees and raid the old sentry stations for cigarettes for anything that even vaguely counted as edible.

To say he’d been on guard when he crept into waterfall was an understatement. He knew who lived here, she had a name, the one who broke his skull… he was afraid of seeing her again. He couldn’t quite remember the others who lived there, just the songs he would hear them sing  in the caverns before everyone started to starve, but seeing them would be bad as well. It was too quiet, too quiet, his footsteps echoed against the stone walls…

But were never joined by another pair of feet.

He found ------’s old house on the first day. Worked up the courage to venture in on the fifth. It was empty.

The leather from her old, worn couch lasted him 4 days.

It took seventeen days to ensure that every resource waterfall had was truly gone. It was mostly a pity search, now that he thought about it; if there was anything left, then the monsters would still be here. Where the shallows had once been full of reeds, they were plucked barren; the underground was a closed environment, no gaps in the stone for sunlight to slip through. Once they had been picked, they had been picked. Nothing regrew here.

He did find graves, though. The monsters had been careful to spread the dust too thin, so that no desperate soul could deface their loved ones by eating it. One could wonder how long it was before they regretted that choice. Cleaver didn’t bother guessing.

There were the last monsters, though, who didn’t have anyone else left to bury them. Monster dust is near impossible to get down, but makes a type of paste when mixed with water. And the one thing this place wasn’t short of was water.

It wasn't good. But it was food

Hotland yielded similar results. He found the labs with dust strewn across the large control board and onto the floor, like someone had died while slumped against it, leaning on it for support. He picked up the glasses in the dust pile. He hadn’t seen well since his injury.

They didn't fit him.

The robot - he had a name, didn’t he? - had lost power long ago, when the core first failed. The desks were strewn with smaller generators and batteries that had been hooked to him in an attempt to support him on reduced power, but they had all run out by now.

The capital was just as depressing. The king’s dust was in a pile on the dried flowers of his garden, his crown gleaming on top of it. Cleaver picked it up and put it on. The edge slipped into the crack on his head. He spent the next hour carefully removing it.

He didn’t bother going back to snowdin once he’d gotten to the other end of the underground. Why bother? The beds were comfier here. 

And sure, his brother's grave was back at home. But what was the point of visiting if he’d forgotten his name so long ago…?

Cleaver had been considering cutting off his own fingers for food when it happened.

He was sitting on the floor, in the dead flowers, leaning against the king’s throne while he picked dully at his phalanges, wondering if there was even enough magic left in them to do anything, when a shadow passed over him.

Cleaver wasn’t a small monster. He hadn’t been since his injury had thrown his magic regulation out the window. This monster would easily only come up to just below his shoulder.

But he was terrifying.

He was dripping with oozing black, strange, tentacle-like limbs sprouting fron his back. His hands were in his pockets, a relaxed stance to contrast the imposing figure; Through the sea of sludge, a teal eyelight glowed, staring directly down at Cleaver.

Cleaver didn’t move just looking dully up at the figure. You didn’t spend this long in isolation without starting to see things, of course, he was used to them at this point. Sure, this one was new; usually if he saw people, they were people he’d seen before. Had he seen this man before? He didn’t look familiar, but maybe he’d forgotten…

There was a second figure behind the mass of tar- a skeleton, like Cleaver, with empty, dark eye sockets and a red shape in front of his chest. He was starting to realize that the first one was a skeleton as well, just… Goopier. And meaner-looking. With his cracked skull and hulking frame, did Cleaver look that mean by now? He hadn’t seen his reflection in so long.

“Get Up.”

He didn’t. Why would he? He was tired, too tired to cater to his own fantasies. He tilted his head as he studied the goop-monster and the second skeleton, who looked mildly amused more than anything else. He idly kicked a pebble, which bounced off of Cleaver’s knee. It took him more than a few seconds to realize the significance of that.

He had felt the pebble. So that had to be real. So if this hallucination had kicked the pebble, and moved something that was real, then….

Cleaver lunged at the skeleton, mouth gaping open to reveal a maw full of sharp, crooked teeth, hands outstretched and intent to grab him. The monster drew a knife, but it didn’t matter. Cleaver never met his mark.

A tentacle seized around his waist, lifting him up before slamming him back down to the castle floors, knocking the wind out of him.

Here’s a fun fact most don’t know until it’s relevant to them; when your bones don’t get the nutrition they need, they start to get fragile, brittle. Your body simply doesn’t have enough calcium, protein, or calories to keep things up to standard. 

So Cleaver was painfully aware of his poor, brittle condition as he felt two of his ribs snap under his own weight. He let out a breathless cry of pain, curling around his middle as he lay on the floor, clutching his chest. He was vaguely aware that he was shaking as a voice sighed, and a pair of dark shoes came into view, standing in front of him.

“I assume you’re now  taking this a bit more seriously.” It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. Cleaver nodded anyway. “Wonderful. I have a proposal.”

Cleaver’s vision went blurry as the dark thing knelt in front of him, the stark blue of his eye filling his senses. Behind him, he was vaguely aware of the skeleton he’d attacked, looking amused, but not surprised, by the goings-on of the dark thing.

“If you work for me, I can remove you from this place. You will be fed and given a place to stay, but that position depends on your ability to follow orders.” The thing clanced down at Cleaver’s sorry state, wrinkling his nasal bridge slightly. “Once given some recovery time, of course.”

There was a part of Cleaver’s brain that screamed that this could be a trap. A way to lure him into a sense of security so this monster could kill him. But a larger, drowsy part of his mind was oh so aware that if this skeleton wanted him dead, he wouldn’t need any tricks. He wouldn’t need much of anything at all, really.

And that sluggish, drowsy part of his brain that had been latched on ever since it heard the word fed shakily reached out, and shook the dark thing’s hand.

“Good.” Dark Thing seemed pleased, so that was either a good sign or a very, very bad one. “Do note that you will be expected to fight on my behalf. Frequently.”

Fighting in order not to starve

When had his life been anything different?

[mv-highschool]

WELCOME TO MV!HIGH!

Hello!! People of The Tumblr!!

This is Multiverse!Highschool!! You can submit, your sanses or A sans who i havent made yet, to be part of the MV! LETS GET TO THE MV MEMBERS!

SPIRIT!

Personality: Smart, Can be Mean, Mostly nice, Usually calm, and cold

Likes: The [Echo Realm] (Ooo Loore?) , Papyrus, Undyne, and Echo Shards (LOOOREE!!)

Dislikes: P3d0ph1l3s, Haters, Geno, Nightmare.

Role: Student, Head of the Student Council.

Name: Paint/Ink

Personality: ???

Likes: Frag!Dream, Broken, Swap, Error (ish)

dislikes: Error (ish), Nightmare, Pr0sh1pp3rs, P3d0’$, Spirit.

Role: Student, part of the “Shattered Stars” Group.

Name: Frag/Dream

Personality: Bubbly, Two Faced, DID, Mostly Goofy.

Likes: Paint, Broken, Swap.

Dislikes: Error, Nightmare, P3d0’$, Spirit, Geno, Killer

Role: Student, Part of the “Shattered Stars” Group.

Name: Passive/Dreamt/Nightmare

Personality: ???

Likes: Killer, Horror, Bad Sanses, Dreaming Sanses, ???.

Dislikes: Positivity.

Role: Student, Part of the “Dreaming Sanses” Group

Name: Check

Personality: [Unlocked] Cold, Unless Around NightTerror

Likes: [Needs to be Unlocked]

Dislikes: [Needs to be Unlocked]

Role: [Needs to be Unlocked]

By @3rrorsansthestall1oon