#tw: nightmare

[dreadofred]

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.

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.

@goldentemplariumcrow

[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!

[evcryopeneye]

👹 - A nightmare [ PLEASE give Kate a nightmare. It doesn’t have to be about any of my muses I simply want her to suffer. ]

@byteing

It’s not the first time she has dreamed this dream. 

She doubted it would be the last. 

She’s aware it’s a dream, it is a poor imitation of the Rockaway boardwalk. There’s no one here but she can hear the laughter echoing along the boardwalk in the night, along with the music they had been playing from the fairground. The tide is in, the moon in the sky and the glittering lights of the city reflected in the once tranquil waters of the Atlantic ocean. 

It was a hot sticky summer evening, she remembered every single detail of it. How Nate had got sunburnt earlier that day despite being told by everyone that he needed to wear sunblock. How they’d been yelled at by patrol for playing with a frisbee on the beach and kicking up too much sand, Kate had been affronted and rather annoyed about the whole thing. Yet they had put it away mostly to avoid a run in with law enforcement. 

They had eaten hotdogs on the pier and laughed at someone who had their donut stolen by a seagull. 

It was the kind of day that teenage dreams were made of, the last weekend of the school summer break and they would all be back to class on Monday. It was a perfect ending. Kate remembered even as she sat running Cassie's back because she’d thrown up after a fairground ride, that this might be the perfect kind of day. It was one of the first times she truly felt part of something, where she was consumed and drowning in friendship and the love they all have for each other. 

She even remembers how Eli had smiled at her on the way back to the subway station, he’d plucked a flower off a tree and tucked it into her hair. Then it twists.“It’s Oleander.” He smiles, this evil smile that makes the blood in her veins run cold and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “That’s the thing Kate, pretty things are usually toxic.” The statement is pointed and she knows exactly who it is pointed out. 

Had. 

It strikes her that it was a memory of what they had once had. 

It was long gone, like dreams….happy days did not last, they fluttered into the wind like the sand along the beach. Kicked up and blown down the shoreline, the tide always would erode it away and whatever semblance of peace there had been in her life would eventually be swept away. 

She doesn’t like this dream, so much so that she stops in her tracks and closes her eyes, ignores Eli calling her name, and thinks of somewhere else. Anywhere else. Just not here. This memory was tainted now, it was a reminder of what had been lost rather than a moment of joy. 

It's funny how people don’t travel in dreams. She’d noticed that. You simply moved from one place to another. 

That is what she does, and yet maybe it would have been better not to. 

A hand reaches forward and pushes through a gate, into something darker, a long passageway. She’s pretty sure this is a basement, kind of, there’s no real ceiling but she's aware there’s one there. That there’s a boundary of sorts…but it doesn't conform to what she knows a structure should be. 

Maybe that is what makes it bearable, she tries to lock onto all the little features that are real but not real enough, as if someone took the physics of the real world and moved it one inch to the left. The way the shadows moe isn’t right, there's no flame, there’s no real source of light to make them move like that. 

Convinces herself that whatever that is in the shadow…it is not real and whatever this is, this maze, she will eventually wake from. That if she turned enough corners, moved with enough determination and confidence that they wouldn’t touch her. 

Her father had once told her that the fastest way to command a room was to walk into it like you already did. It had served her well as an Avenger, getting information out of people was surprisingly easy when you walked into the room like you had authority. Yet, her own dreams weren’t going to fall for that. 

Yet, as she turns a corner, Eli is standing there…and she can’t stand the look on his face. It’s hate. A bit of disgust. He hates her and it’s hard to look at someone who used to look at you with love and realise there is not a single trace of it left. 

“You know it was your fault right-” 

She turns, and he’s there.

“She died and it was your fault-”

Another turn.

“You were too chicken to save her, what chance would a God have against all of us together?” 

Kate wanted to scream at him, that fighting Death would have ended badly. She knew it. No one needed to tell her that. It had been attempted before, people had attempted to bend the will of fate and how had it ended? It had gotten themselves and everyone around them killed. “She was your best friend, she loved you…and you just…left her.” 

It is not so much the words, but the fact she can not escape them. There is no way out of this maze, she realises it is not a maze but a trap. Panic creeps into the edge of her, she hates this feeling, Kate was a bird. The codename Hawkeye was frighteningly accurate. She could hunt, and it was what she did when she was awake, criminals to be picked off, an aim that would be rivaled only by gods…and yet she also took flight. She had run away. Got in her car and drove until the roads ended on the west coast so she did not have to face the loss…

Being penned in was horrifying, enough to make it feel like the whole world was spinning. 

She can feel his breath on the back of her neck, “you know I’m going to haunt you right?” There is something in the tone that makes her lungs want to stop working, a terrifying promise. “You know you deserve it right?” That was enough to pull a quiet sob from her, maybe it was her subconscious talking…she felt like she deserved it. 

Eli’s words the night Cassie had died had solidified it, ‘you’re not the girl in anyone's dreams, you’re the nightmare. How could anyone love that?’

A deep burning breath, she tries to stem the panic attack. Spins herself around so fast she almost gives herself whiplash to empty space and darkness.  “I’m not doing this!” It’s defiance now, answer and pain all wrapped together. Kate had never played games with people and she sure as shit wasn’t going to do it in a dream…be it with herself or…whatever cosmic force this was. “I’m not doing this!” No, she kicks the wall, once, and then twice. A small burst of anger and absolute rage, at the world, at the circumstances of fate that brought all of this together.

“Wake me up, I’m done.”

[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!!!

[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?

[one-time-i-dreamt]

@pukicho was killed while wearing a Pikachu suit, and it was announced on this blog.

[duckysprouts]

ares slays his daughter’s rapist

[stickytuesday]

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.

[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.

[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?"

[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.