#tw: nightmare

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt

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.

[game-weaver]

Requiem of a Soul Room

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.

[lazymblr]

[igels-dream-blog]

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!

[nia1sworld]

One more art for the road!

R E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E E

OKAY, GOODNIGHT!!!

[neverwholelahey]

[ CALMING ] — after finding receiver full of worries or fear, sender wraps them in a tight hug, reassuring receiver that they are there and helping to ground receiver

He was pacing in the room, picking at his cuticles and chewing on the tips of his nails. His anxiety was going haywire after he had screamed himself awake. It had been the worst nightmare he had had in a couple of months. Mainly because he normally shared either his bed with Emma, or they shared her bed. However, tonight he'd been alone, in his own bed. And the nightmare had run rampant. It had started as a normal dream, but had quickly turned dark, because his father had showed up in the dream. At first it had just been the usual snide remarks and derogatory terms his father had used while he had been alive. However, it eventually morphed into the beatings, until Emma had showed up in his dream. He had dreamt that his father had forced him to abuse the vampire, and ultimately forced him to kill her.

The nightmare had freaked him out so badly that he was wide awake, filled with anxiety and tears streaming down his face. What he hadn't realised was that he had somewhere in his anxiety texted Emma. So when she showed up, in his bedroom, he was caught of guard. And shock of seeing her there, caused him to cry even harder. Yet it didn't stop her from stalking over to him and just wrapping her arms tightly around him, hugging him tightly to her. Even though he was almost a foot taller than her, his head was much closer hers than normal, because unwillingly he had hunched in on himself, trying to make himself smaller.

"It's okay Isaac. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." She murmured and held him close, pressing her hands firmly into his sides. Doing everything she could to help ground him and get him back to the present and the actual reality, and not his anxiety induced one.

[aprimesrpcorner]

~And as he sleeps~

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?

[foxymoxynoona]

i just had a nightmare oh god.

TW: gore, violence

i was staying in this hotel room at this gigantic majestic gilded hotel with hoseok, in separate beds (we were not a couple and ill get to that later). he was like, “hey there’s this friend of mine who’s going to be staying with us for like a couple of days and i have to keep an eye on her if that’s okay? she’s like a little sister to me” and i was like “sure why not” (for some reason. again, this was a dream so idk why the fuck i would do any of the shit i did in this dream).

so she comes in and she’s this white girl with red hair and she’s all demure and quiet and im like okay that’s cool. her name is RACHEL. rachel something, with P. i don’t remember. but she looks our age if not a little younger maybe so i don’t know why hoseok thinks of her as a ‘little’ sister but oh well not my business. so she’s like in the hotel room with us i don’t remember but i do notice that she likes to stay close to hoseok. im like whatever.

the day passes by. i don’t remember what we were doing in this hotel room like the three of us but then i have to go pee so i walk out of the room heading to the COMMUNAL bathroom (again, this was a DREAM. i don’t know why or how 90% of this shit happened) but then once i arrive in this giant hall-like bathroom i see BLOOD. EVERYWHERE. AND GORE. FRESH BLOOD AND GORE. ON THE FLOOR, THE CEILING. THE WALLS. and im like WTF. and then i start spraying everything clean with this huge nozzle. and then rachel walks in. she’s like omg what happened. and im like i don’t fucking know??

and then (for some reason) i look up at the ceiling again and now there’s this… like chalk art on it that wasn’t there before?? of her name and hoseok, like all colorful and swirly and stuff. it’s pretty tbh. it’s all shimmery (for some reason) like it’s almost translucent??? idk. but yeah. and im like. um. what’s happening. and rachel becomes weird and creepy like she just stares at me looking me up and down and she’s like “did you know that hoseok likes you?” and im like uh no i did not actually. and she’s like “he always talks about you and i don’t like that” and im like eurrkayyy… like at this point i know this girl is a fucking psycho and when i start walking backwards she LUNGES AT ME???

and then i don’t fucking remember what happened but now im in her body and she’s in mine??? we’ve swapped bodies??? and im like what the fuck is happening and then we’re back in the hotel room and WHY DO I NOT EVEN TRY TO TELL HOSEOK THAT IM NOT RACHEL???? IDK. MAN IM SO FUCKING DUMB LIKE WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP ACTING LIKE IM RACHEL??? IDK????

idk some time passes and THEN (again, for some reason) i decide that i should look for help getting swapped back to my body outside of these hotel walls so i walk out. once im out of the majestic front lobby there’s this sound of stampede behind me and when i look back DOZENS OF PEOPLE ARE RUNNING TOWARDS ME WITH GIANT STAKES IN THEIR HANDS LIKE IM TALKING THE STAKES YOU USUALLY SEE IN WITCH TRIALS?? and then one of them stabs me in the stomach with it. and i can FEEL the stab in my sleep like i kid you fucking not although it feels more like my stomach is made of rubber so it rears back?? if that makes sense?? like i don’t feel pain, just feel like my stomach goes far back god i don’t know how to explain it im sorry im not a writer

and that’s when i wake up

idek why i had this dream. i wasn’t even consuming anything slasher or horror before i went to nap. it was an HOUR nap.

lord im scared to fall asleep tonight

anyway sorry for unsolicitedly dumping this on you

Eeeeeesh this is wild and it's crazy that you remembered so much of it!! I tend to have really vivid and involved dreams like that and remember them too. I think it's a good idea to write them down, it's like a brain exercise or something! This sounds like a pretty bonkers horror ff you could write without much more effort. I've tried writing horror a couple times but it just gets too into my head, I think it would f me up bad. But I have so many really horrible nightmares like that one you had. Are you really stressed or anything right now? Did you eat something unusual right before?? I sound like a grandma haha

I think someone on here guessed if my name was Rachel or felt like it was? Maybe 🌸anon? It's not haha but that would be EVEN creepier if it was 😈

Anyway I hope you had a MUCH more restful and pleasant dream in at night!

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

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]

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

[yousaythatsooften]

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.

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt

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.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom crushed my ribs with her bare hands, killing me.

[lazymblr]

[igels-dream-blog]

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.

[rawbutprecious]

🌕  –  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?"