#tw: nightmare
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dreadofred · 1 month ago
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Call it morbid curiosity, but Corvus stole Hood's jacket by morning and has been wearing it up while he cooks breakfast for them. The piece is slightly oversized on him, being right on the height, but loose on the shoulders, and Corvus pulled the sleeves back to prevent them from getting dirty as he folded the dough that would become a focaccia bread once baked.
Maybe he was giving a little too much attention to Red Hood, but he also thought it was just fair to do something in return for being allowed to stay the night... and he sort of assumed that not many people stayed around to help or do anything good for the other vigilante, not often at least.
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He was in that fucking hallway again, lights flickering or broken to be completely black. Jason had never been afraid of the dark, staring down it as he sunk into his own shadow like Batman had taught him. That was not a wall he went into, the chest bony as something hard pressed to the side of his head. A loud sound jolted Jason awake from his nightmare, fingers curling into those sheets like a lifeline while every muscle in his body went stiff as if expecting impact. Yes shut so tight, they ached as he hyperventilated so shallow, air barely seemed to move in and out of those lungs. Then the sounds of his apartment, familiar and habitual, started to slowly seep into that mind, letting air escape in a soft gasp before he panted, finally absorbing the oxygen. 
Sheets were thrown back so he could scoot to the side of the bed and sit up. Feet went flat to the floor to help ground him while deep breaths were inhaled and exhaled slower. A hand went to his bare chest, eyes closed to focus on the rise and fall. When he had better control, they opened to look down and to his right, hand quivering a little as the tips of those digits graced over the scarred bullet wound. Frustrated with himself, limb yanked from it so he could stand and head to his bathroom. He relieved himself, washed hands and face, before coming back out to go get something to eat. Once he walked out of his room, those bare feet stopped dead in his tracks. 
The view of Corvus not only in his kitchen cooking, but in his sweater caused Jason to stop functioning for a moment. A various of reasons supported this reaction, but mostly he did not expect the other male to claim something of his. One reads it in books or sees it on romcoms and love stories but that never inspired what he was feeling right now when involved. That swallow went down rough, heart kicked up a little as a tingle raced down to his groin. He had forgotten two things as he stood there staring: his domino mask was not on that face, and he was in nothing more than skin forming boxer briefs that hid nothing. Thankfully, he was not hard.
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Whumpee falls asleep for the first time in days after Caretaker sits with them. Caretaker plays with their hair, keeping watch over them so they can wake them from any nightmares they may have.
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game-weaver · 4 months ago
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Requiem of a Soul Room
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Despite feeling like he hadn't done much at all, aside from get eaten by a tree, Yugi had been pretty tired. Maybe it was from his magic that was going unchecked, or purely because of the gut wrenching fear he went through, but either way, snuggling up into Atem's arms for the night was the only place he wanted to be. Thankfully, as his mind sleepily wondered over their discussion of soul rooms, he slipped into the darkness of sleep fairly quickly.
Until he inhaled sharply and awoke in bed. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned, not knowing how long he had been asleep. "Ate'?" But he was alone. Blinking, he looked around, had he gotten up in the middle of the night? That had to be right?
Stifling a yawn, he swung his legs out of bed and got up. Trying to shake the sleep off, he stumbled over to where the lightswitch was, tripping over something along the way. Flipping the light on, he looked at the floor, tilting his head in confusion when he saw it was a chess board. When did that get there?
Looking around again, he noted other things scattered about while Atem was still no where to be seen. Puzzles, a board game here or there neatly tucked away, a couple stuffed animals…Something clicked. He was dreaming, had he successfully gotten into his soul room? He felt awfully awake for dreaming, and normally if someone realized they were dreaming they woke up, right? At least, that's how he thought it was supposed to go.
Well, if it was a dream, then there was no danger here right? No reason to be afraid as he explored it. There was his bed and the games he had noted, no windows, a floor length mirror rested against one wall, and on the other a curtain covered something. The wallpaper, now that he looked at it, seemed weathered, decaying along the ceiling and starting to peel. And the games on the worn wooden floor were covered in dust.
That made him sad for some reason.
Going to the curtain first he noted it, too, was quite dusty and chewed as if moths somehow had feasted on it. Taking hold of it, he pulled it to the side and couldn't understand what he was seeing. It was a door, but it was barricaded, boarded up with thick nails and chains, as if Yugi had been keeping something out. He wondered why? Why would he do that?
For now, he left it alone and wandered carefully around the games and by a desk, dragging trails through the ash and mildew with his fingertips as he went. Going to the mirror, he noticed this side of the room was a bit darker, as if the light couldn't quite reach it fully. Wiping the dirt and grime covered surface with his palm, he tilted his head at the eyes staring back him. His eyes, violet with gold flecks, seemed sharper than he remembered.
Continuing to clean the tarnished surface of the mirror, a shiver suddenly went down his spine, as if he was being watched. Movement caught his eye and he realized that there was suddenly grass under his feet, vines growing from behind the mirror and around its edges, digging roots into the wall and further tearing the rotten wallpaper.
"What-"
When he looked back at his reflection he realized the one staring back at him was… Different. Pointed ears and pale as the moon skin, eyes that were sharp and mischievous bore into his own…And wings that rustled against his back. Yugi's eyes widened as he suddenly felt like a fist gripped his heart.
Stop. Running.
It shattered. Shards of mirror and glass rained around him, slicing at his hands and face as Yugi covered his head with a yelp. Light poured in from beyond the mirror and he could faintly hear the sounds of wind in trees…But before he could look up and see what was on the other side, the floor keened and cracked, giving way and suddenly all he could hear was his own scream as he fell.
Air left his lungs in a rush as he slammed onto a cold, hard surface. His vision spun as he writhed in pain, curling up tightly as pain raced down his back. Managing to get onto his knees, he tried to figure out where he was, but all he saw were iron bars and all he heard was horrific laughter.
No…No-
His heart was in his throat and he couldn't scream, couldn't cry out for help, it was like he was paralyzed. Hands reached for him from all angles, the flash of a blade in one hand and he knew he was going to die-
With a crack of thunder and a blinding light that shredded all around him, Yugi shot up in bed, skin slick with sweat and panting. Scrambling out of bed he practically ran for the light…
Only to see his normal room. Everything where it was supposed to be. His door was normal, there was no mirror, early morning sunlight was filtering through the windows, and Atem laid in bed where he had left him.
Covering his mouth with a shaking hand, he tried to make sense of the dream.
He felt like he was going to be sick.
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lazymblr · 1 year ago
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igels-dream-blog · 9 months ago
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I had a nightmare about my perpetrator but when I woke up my cat was cuddled up to me and slept with her head on my hand. This immediately made me feel better!
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nia1sworld · 9 months ago
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One more art for the road!
R E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E
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OKAY, GOODNIGHT!!!
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aprimesrpcorner · 2 years ago
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~And as he sleeps~
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He falls into the darkness Falls into despair for all that had fallen He wonders why he couldn't have saved them Is he truly the great leader they looked up to? Or is he a monster?
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one-time-i-dreamt · 21 days ago
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@pukicho was killed while wearing a Pikachu suit, and it was announced on this blog.
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stickytuesday · 2 months ago
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Had a horrific dream last night of going through a tunnel of doors in an abandoned prison.
I eventually lost the person who was supposed to be there with me and the last memory i have is of a guy so starved from neglect and isolation that he kept running into a wall.
That’s horrible enough, but when he finally pulled back from ramming his body into the concrete wall, I noticed a very visible and bloody body shaped dent in the wall.
Some artist of tumbler help me.
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Febuwhump Alt 3: Soft Words
TW: IMPLIED PAST NONCON
Whumpee bolted upright, the covers twisted around their legs, heart racing as the icy touch of Whumper's hands lingered. Their heart slammed into their ribs like waves onto the shore, skin shiny with sweat.
Tears stained their cheeks as Caretaker swung the door open. "Whumpee, you were talking in your sleep again. Are you okay?"
Whumpee shook their head, violent shivers racking their body. Caretaker sat on the edge of their bed, bathrobe matching the gray hairs they'd sprouted.
"What do you need, Whumpee? I can just sit here with you while you fall back asleep or-"
"Sing to me."
Caretaker cocked their head to the side. "Huh?"
Whumpee wiped at the tears on their face. "Will you sing me a song? It might help me fall back asleep."
They nodded, and Whumpee laid back down. Caretaker lifted the sheets back over them, humming the first notes quietly. They began playing with Whumpee's hair, softly singing the lyrics of an old lullaby. It was soft, but it sent Whumpee back to sleep, free of their nightmares, at least for now.
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vhaj-reblogs · 6 months ago
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Uhhh ansty bathroom saki, maybe its a nightmare idk you decide
i have no context except i was on tumblr and then saw this colour palette linked under and went “this names pretty saki core” and then inspiration punched me at the ripe time of 3 am yesterday and this came out also the browns a but redder in this because i went saki pink and then shifted it a bit
Heres the original btw without the filters and shading and with my awful perspective its not supposed to be proper so please dont come for me
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yousaythatsooften · 8 months ago
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I dreamed of something coming for blood. It was a scent. A triptych set of windows missing their glass. A cold rain being blown into a dark room. I was there with a couple of other women. I was very afraid of whatever was happening but they were all excited laughter. Even sloppy, rinsing blood halfway out of rain soaked socks and hats and throwing them on the floor with a heavy wet slap.
I woke up when they gasped at whatever came through the window.
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Whumpee ends up forced into a major conflict of some form, unable to return to the safety of their homeland. They find themselves living with Caretaker, an older character who was secretly in a similar situation in their youth.
When Whumpee develops nightmares from all of the trauma this conflict is causing them, Caretaker becomes a parental figure, comforting them, knowing that was all they ever wanted when they were their age.
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rawbutprecious · 11 months ago
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🌕  –  thesearetheirstcries (from emma)
🌕  –  sender’s muse waking receiver’s from a nightmare.  
Neal was stuck in a hellish scape that made up his nightmare. The air was heavy with rust-covered dust that was made heavier by the heat. Sweat slicked down every inch of him causing the dirt to cling to him. Voices of the Underworld yelled at him to work faster and faster. He kept trying and failing. Neal moved so quick that he tripped and went tumbling. Landing face first against the wasteland, it felt as if the powdery dust filled his mouth and nose to the point he could not breathe.
One of the underworld denizens grabbed the back of his shirt and with that he woke up. He found he had lost all his covers. His hands were gripping the fitted sheet he lay on. For a few moments, Neal just stayed there with his eyes squished tightly closed while his heart raced. As it slowed, he dared to open his eyes. "Emma?" he croaked, his brow furrowed. "Did I wake you?"
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lazymblr · 1 year ago
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igels-dream-blog · 1 year ago
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Last night I had the most amazing dream!
It began like another horrible nightmare. I relived my trauma again and my perpetrator was everywhere.
But then... it changed. Suddenly I was a strong mystical entity. I drew my strength from nature and the moon and had the ability to do magic.
And I used that magic to take back the control my perpetrator had taken from me and take revenge on him.
While still feeling love and practising kindness towards animals, plants, humans and the earth I also felt my wrath towards him - and made him feel it too.
When I woke up I felt stronger and safer than I had for over a year.
I'm not a spiritual person and I don't believe in signs - at least I didn't until this morning. Because I don't know how this dream could be anything but a sign.
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