#tw; night terrors

[symphonicsoul]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

"Pilvi?" he asks to the pitch black room. He keeps having the same nightmare. It seems this time will be no different.

"Have we- truly, have we-"

He can't even finish the sentence as he chokes on his words, his body meeting the floor with an audible crash. It knocks his breath out of him.

"Take anything," he sobs. "Anything. My Mist. My heart. My voice. Anything! Just don't let me fail you. Please, Pilvi. Whatever you need to fix it."

Typically, the dream ends here.

Not this time.

"Sydän borrowed your body for a while," he explains. "You can have mine if you need it, if yours needs to rest. Just take it. I don't mind. It's not the best but you can hav- have it. Or- or I can - I can- I don't know! I don't know but I'll figure it out. I will."

His throat burns as his lungs fill with fire just like they always tend to when he's stuck in this place.

He can't bring himself to care.

"I'm s- sorry I was so late- Sixteen- sixteen years," he gasps. "I'm sorry Pilvi."

Blue light floods his vision. It engulfs everything, pours from his mouth and grows brighter with every gasp for air.

He barely notices waking up.

Instead, he lays there screaming his bind's name over and over, becoming little more than an untuned symphony of agony that plays out of time, desperately clawing into his own soul for answers on what to do and how to help.

He'd do anything just to fix a single crack. Anything at all.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Running won't get him to move fast enough. There were fumbled apologies to the man who had been holding him in his arms the jade eyes shot open unexpectedly and he was scrambling to get out of bed as quickly as he was able. He doesn't know how anyone else does hear it... but as he finds himself racing through the halls of the Comodeen it seems that they do.

Cid is already up and moving through the halls. Valo and Aamunkoitto have stumbled into the halls in a half daze and Revon was hot on his heels as he flew through this maze of corridors as quickly as he was able within an enclosed setting. It was nothing but pure terror and

"Pilvi

Pilvi

Pilvi

Pilvi

PILVI!"

Over and over which left most of the Comodeen members that were up confused and the others looking to him to be the one to address it. It wasn't that they weren't willing, it was they weren't the one being called for.

He never even took the time to change out of his night gown.

The door to the musician's room slides open and a slender hand runs over the surface of the wall until he finds the switch and lets his fingers rest over it.

"Close your eyes." He says in a soft but firm tone with a pause. "I'm going to turn on the light."

It's enough warning to give a thirty second pause before the switch is flipped and light fills the room so that blue eyes can take in the sight of a figure standing in a white nightgown with worry filled jade.

Firm but slow steps make their way across the room until he can set on the edge of the mattress, slowly taking each other the elder's wrists into his hands until he can get them to release the fabric within them so he can slip their palms together.

"I'm right here, Sielu. I'm right here. Did you have a bad dream?"

His voice is gentle as he speaks, releasing one hand only to raise his own so he can gently brush the stray strands of cyan from the other's face. Thin lips spread out into a smile.

"It was just a dream, minun Aquani. I'm right here. Do you want to tell me about it? Do you want me to stay here? Can I get you anything? You were screaming pretty loud. Can I get you some water? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. You just started to be able to sing again."

[ssolessurvivor]

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memes - always accepting! - @andybrenner (i'm so sorry)

It crawls back to him in phases, drip by bloody drip. What scared him the most in it's silent dread was the walls were bleeding. That detail never left him. Endlessly running through the corridors bathed in red light, flashing, gasping, strobing. Hiding the thing from his eyes burning only from the push of adrenaline heating his blood.

Nightmares hide in the dark.

Heart beats against his ribs, rattles them as if desperate to push him onwards. But he's locking up, that he remembers too. The exhaustion makes him slow and stupid. The want, the need, to die with them all consuming. He belongs here, where the ice will never melt but encase him in a crumbling time capsule.

Drip. Blinking, it spots his gun. Drip. Falls on his gloved hand. Drip. Runs down his forehead. Wiping it away only to look up to find...one of the scientists hanging from the pipes and vents. Torn to shreds. Backing away, glancing over to catch it in the reflection of the glass then - gone, in reality. But there are no more screams.

When did they stop?

Eyes roam and roam, hardly blinking enough to keep the tears at bay marking tracks down his dirty cheeks. Looking from one dark corner to the other, avoiding the mangled corpse. Mom, I'm scared. Breathing grows labored as he begins to jog down the corridors, their personal burial ground. Dad, I'm hurt. Voice rips through his throat, burning in guttural fear and clawing its way up like an animal. Make it end, please help me! Come get me!

A boom cuts him short, barely skidding to a halt before he's slammed backwards, the wind all but sucked right out of his lungs. The pain radiates through every fiber of him, his neck gripped and torn -

A lurch upwards in bed with a croak and a cough, sputtering, hands grasping and clawing to make sure his skin is intact. That he's not gaping open, bleeding out. Freezing cold. Throat is parched, so dry it feels as if he'd been running for miles away from the dark. Away from the lights. Sweat trickles down his forehead and he finally feels it, someone's hands on his shoulders, one arm wrapping around his chest from behind. Glancing back, through tears that sear, is Andy. A broken little sob splits his lips, whole body trembling and he tries to pull away even when he knows he should stay.

Where he'll be safe.

[musesofthemoon]

Ortho can only sigh at such a response. He knew he wouldn't be believed, even if he put it out there. He wasn't a therapist, he didn't know what words would be right to make him understand that truth. So, he drops it, but doesn't let go of him. Sometimes, he wishes for a world that treated Idia better, one where he could have been happy. Even if that would mean a world without him, it's a wish that encompasses his whole heart. But he doesn't say that, now's not the time.

Because Idia thinks that he's been bad... That he hasn't done enough. Ortho had to disagree. Idia has done so much for him, shown up when he didn't have to, helped him with anything that he could ask for. He couldn't have asked for a better big brother! If he could have, there was a good chance that he would have left when given the opportunity to do so despite it all. The two of them may not be perfect, but Ortho didn't want to be anywhere that Idia couldn't follow, aside from the dangers...

"Now who's the one saying stuff that isn't true?" Ortho asks, trying to be a little lighter, joking just a bit. "You know a lot of the reason why that is is because getting me to take help from anyone is like pulling teeth- But really, you've done so much for me. You'll help me make anything that I ask from you, you've punched someone who was mean to me, and that's coming from you, who doesn't ever get in anyone's face! Maybe we do different stuff for each other, but just because it's different doesn't mean you're not doing anything-"

"You're the best big brother in the world, at least I think so. I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true, silly." He hasn't moved from his position, but he tries to catch Idia's eyes with his own despite him trying to move his face away.

"You don't have to look away from me, either. I don't mind having to clean up a little bit once you're okay, it's really okay..." He's not sure whether or not it would help him, so he just leaves the offer open, saying that it's okay to lean on him a little bit more. Because he would do so much more if the opportunity arose, plunge to the depths of the Underworld for the chance to save him. Getting a bit wet was nothing to him!

💀 PREVIOUS.

idia's chest heaves with agony. even as ortho pulls him over a little and holds him close, idia still angles himself to avoid potential component damage. everything hurts. the nightmare was brutal, and it still intrudes upon his waking weeping. such an odd conjuration of the mind prompts memories that are far more terrible. fragments and snippets that he can't piece together. he doesn't want to stitch any of it together. it makes a blank canvas anyway.

the room is still, but not quiet. idia fluctuates between sniffles and repressed sobs. he never really cried as a kid. he didn't have any reason to. there were some times that he just felt bad, but even the slightest wavering immediately caught the attention of his attendants. their comfort never felt right, yet it was enough. then he was ten, then eleven, then twelve and thirteen and he cried himself to sleep more often than not. that stopped at some point, too. it has been a long time since he had an exposed moment of sorrowful vulnerability.

he thought that was good. he thought that meant he was better. maybe he was only distracted. idia has thrown his arms around ortho now, as if his little brother is a life preserver. and ortho's voice bids him permission to cry. permission to be ugly, tear-stained and congested. idia drops his attempts to stifle any of it. he wails and cries, accompanied by the crackling and sparking from the flaming tips of his hair. the loud noises remain confined to this soundproofed dorm room.

idia only begins to quiet once his throat becomes hoarse. his breathing is still erratic. he finally shakes his head in response. it was his complaining about his tailored future that prompted everything. he was the one who disabled security and released the phantoms. his curiousity had led fate to snip a thread, and he knows it. it all ties back to his hands.

"...gotta k-know that's not true." it was, is and always will be his fault. he exhales an unsteady breath. he still clings onto ortho, gasping between residual sobs. "i... t-thanks. y-you do so much for me, but i... don't do anything. 'm... sorry th-that i'm not a g-good brother."

[voidface-entity]

There You Are

[likesummerrainn]

All Out 09.06.24 // Collision 01.18.25

[zee-rambles]

Trigger Warning: Disturbing Imagery

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Don’t close your eyes.

…I’m sorry.

…brace yourself before hitting “next.”

First I Prev I Next

[beesonhoneytoast]

“I’m hopeless without you.”

♡ Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader ♡

synopsis: on his day off, mike hears that you were involved in some freak accident at work. he wastes no time in getting dressed and driving to your workplace. however, when he calls you, something bizarre happens. cws: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mike being a narcoleptic mess and a disaster pansexual (?), crying, confusing dreams for reality

~800 words | divider creds @firefly-graphics

Mike runs out into the living room, putting on his shirt as he rushed out of his bedroom.

Abby is lying on her stomach watching cartoons but turns her head at the sound of her big brother shuffling around and panting. “Mike?” She called for him.

“Y/n was involved in an accident. I don’t have time to call anyone to watch you, so get your shoes on. We’re going to find them.” He explained, hopping on one foot as he put his shoes on. He grabbed the keys as Abby slipped her little Mary Janes on. 

The two Schmidts went outside and Abby rushed to the backseat on the passenger side of Mike’s car. 

Mike got the front door of the house locked after a moment (as trying to do anything with trembling hands is understandably very difficult). Mike slammed on the gas after hurriedly backing out of the driveway, and he pulled out his flip-phone, selected your number on it, and put it to his ear. Every time, however, he was sent to voicemail. He left a message every time he was. 

“Y/n, it's me, Mike.” 

“If you're alive, Y/n, please reach out if you can.” 

“Please Y/n, I- I'm hopeless without you.” 

“Okay. The third time wasn't the charm, neither was the fourth. Maybe the fifth time will be the one? I dunno. I have no idea if or when you'll hear this, but... Ever since I've known you, I've felt... So at home. You're the only person I know who seems to care about me, and- I… I can't lose you. Please.” Mike said into the phone.

“Mike?” Your voice came from the receiver, laughing slightly.

Mike’s heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage. “Y/N?!” He shouted. He was so alarmed because your voice sounded perfectly okay. “This- isn't some sort of prank, right?” He whispered in denial. 

Your airy chuckles came crackling over the phone. “Mike, I'm okay. I'm at work. I just went on break and saw you were sending me like, three or four voicemails. Is everything okay?” You asked him seriously now.

Mike pulled over on the side of the street and teared up in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair after putting the car in Park. 

Abby was very confused by this entire situation. She was looking out the windows with her brows scrunched. “What's going on, Mike?” She asked. 

“Ah, I hear a certain little girl is there with you?” You teased. 

“Yeah, uh…” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I- I have no idea what happened. I just heard you were in danger and I panicked and didn't think things through and-” 

“Oh, Mike. I'm coming over to you. Are you out of the house already?” You asked.

“I'm… right next to your work building, actually.” Mike chuckled breathily. 

“Ah, I see. I'll be right out, okay?” You told him. 

“M’kay.” He muttered, sniffling slightly, causing you to frown. 

“I’ll see you outside.” You said before hanging up. 

Mike pulled into a parking spot in front of your workplace and you walked right out the front door and trotted towards his car. He couldn't believe it. 

There you were, perfectly fine and alive. You got in on the passenger side of the car. “Hi, Mike.” You greeted him softly. 

And just like that, the man crumbled, and tears spilled. He hid his face in his hands and his shoulders shook with each sob. 

“Oh, come here, buddy.” You cooed, unbuckling his seatbelt and hugging him over the console between the both of your seats. You pet his messy hair softly. Clearly, he had been in a rush to get here to you, for he didn't have the time to brush his hair and get himself tidy. “It's okay. I'm here, I'm okay, I'm alive.” You whispered reassuringly, holding him to your chest as best as you could in this awkward setting of the front seats in his car. 

Eventually, you had all gotten home and you made dinner, as you felt obligated to, considering you unintentionally scared Mike that day. 

Once Abby was sent to bed, Mike revealed that he had a dream that you had gotten into an accident at work, and to him, it felt so real that he believed it was reality. 

“I’m so sorry that happened, baby. Dreams are so weird.” You told him, hugging him for the nth time that night. 

Mike had a special little spot under your chin and on your collarbone where he could just bury his face into. He whimpered softly, holding your shirt in his balled fists. 

You kissed his forehead softly as he relaxed in your arms, moving his head down so it was now in your lap, resting against your thighs and using them for pillows. You played with his hair and hummed softly, the quiet sound of your singing gently lulling him to sleep, and soon you found yourself joining Mike in the realm of dreams.

>> end.

story written by @beesonhoneytoast. characters belong to five nights at freddy’s © 2014

[einsatzzz]

Homicipher ft. Ryuuka rough drawings...plus some ramblings below! (there will be spoilers from the game btw)

I've always loved otome games but I didn't expect to like this game this much when I first watched a playthrough of it. Like, I didn't even know it was an otome game when I clicked on the video to watch it! I thought it's a normal horror vn game djdhdjvdjd

Anyway, I'm lowkey obsessed with these freaks. I especially like the four characters above so far. And I didn't get to draw them here but I like Mr. Chopped, Bride, Mr. Gap and Mr. Machete too! Also, this might already be expected of me, but I love the MC(Adami) too, they're so interesting!

Since I ended up liking it a lot and I also needed to get these wiggles off my brain, I ended up cooking some not-so-serious AU where Ryuuka gets isekai'd to their monster world. I chose Ryuuka because I know she would thrive there (she has quite the homicidal/murderous tendencies/urges, only kept at bay by her pursuit of knowledge + following her twin's moral compass) and can be a freak like Adami too fkhfmdbdnd so I thought it'd be interesting to yeet her in there!

I can imagine she's initially wearing her standard outfit at first (labcoat + black turtleneck dress), but at some point, it would be replaced by the raincoat since the labcoat would be soaked with too much blood (shoutout to Bride for the raincoat supplies). She's still wearing the turtleneck dress underneath because I don't think she'll fall in the water with those hand monsters, so she won't need a change of clothes for that one.

In terms of language learning, she's a pretty smart cookie, so she'll figure it out quite fast. So there's no problem there.

As for how the whole deal with Mr. Scarletella happened: I can imagine that since Ryuuka is a yakuza boss/assassin, she ends up dumping dead bodies of her victims in this strange but convenient building. Because somehow, the bodies dumped there are never found, which is a win for her. But then it turns out that that place is Mr. Scarletella's teritorry 😭😭 and he thought that those dead bodies that Ryuuka has been dumping to his place were offerings for him ("F-for me?! 🥺✨❤️" type of bs). That's why he ends up obsessed with her like in the og, so now he's chasing her down to get her name...👁️👄👁️ (deja vu...ive been in this place before...i can make a 🐥🍎 au out of this---)

Also another thing I wanna mention is that I firmly believe that Mr. Silvair and her would get along as both people of "science" dmbdmdbdnd but I must admit I need to re-watch and analyze his route and endings more, since I feel I'm still missing a few things abt him.

For Mr. Hood, I think she appreciates him teaching her about the language and him carrying her around when she does accidentally gets chibi-fied. In general, she appreciates people who are patient with her and people who knows when to stay quiet. The same would apply for Mr. Crawling though he's a bit on the chatty side. Ultimately, she also doesn't mind having a puppy-like character like him following her around.

My brain is starting to die again ughudhsjshhughhhhhh that's all for now!

[cruising-cats]

Night terrors.

This comic came to kind a little after I remember Spamton falling into the acid tunnel of love was probably more than a headcanon. Tbh sometimes it’s hard to keep track of canon vs fanon, especially when looking at utdr content.

Anyway, sketch time.

Look, I gave you all the sketches this time! Don’t I just spoil you?

[symphonicsoul]

It's only a dream || Accepting

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

 ‘ night terrors ‘

because he doesn't want pilvi to have to deal with things alone anymore

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It was only a dream. It had to be because Opettaja is right here and he is alive and the white prince is setting in a bed that is not his own but it smells like all his loved ones. They are all here. Somewhere in this building, they're here and he can hear them and ...and ... and...

He doesn't know what else.

The feeling of one of His Excellency's blood red tendrils is slipping around his throat as he tries to think about it. He doesn't know if that's real either. He's dreamt of his teachers, his binds, so many times but he's never really woke to them when he sets up screaming.

That probably was hell on Opettaja's ears and he should probably apologize for that but the building doesn't smell like Gaudium even if it looks like it. Oscha could be playing another trick on him. He doesn't remember Herba coming to collect him once more. He doesn't remember breathing in anything weird or drinking anything strange but then again that was the point and even when he did, he doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember anything ... He doesn't remember... How did he end up in a room with Opettaja in the first place? All he knows is - he is in the middle of a very well built nest that is filled to the very brim of the scents of everyone he loves and that is something he can say he likes. He very much likes and Opettaja is right next to him and he can hear and smell him so clearly too.

His Excellency would never allow this. So why is he here? He saw Herba kill the man but then he - no - didn't he? The tendril is tightening around his throat as he takes the time to think. How dare he take the time to think?! He knows better. He knows and his hands are up and tugging at the blanket that is loosely wrapped down over his shoulders as the panic sets in.

Why is he fighting back? He knows better than to fight back but Opettaja is here and he doesn't want him to have to see this. He doesn't want Opettaja to have to watch him die and see the truth in his immortality.

When did he tell Opettaja he was immortal?

He must have. He doesn't remember doing it but he must have.

"I'm sorry." He sobs as hands firm on the blankets close to his throat. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

He doesn't even remember what he did to make the little beast so angry this time, but it was obviously something and if he didn't act soon then he was going to die and Opettaja was going to be forced to watch. Worse, Opettaja was going to be forced to deal with his corpse when he doesn't fade.

He is the only Misterican in all of history that has ever left a corpse and he can't say he cares for it. He can't say he cares for that fact at all.

"Please spare me, Your Excellency. Please."

He hates the fact his sobbing isn't fake. He hates the fact that every tear is as real as the last he does the only thing he knows how to do in this situation and that's to cry and beg forgiveness.

"Please Your Excellency." He tries again as he struggles a bit to get every crawling tendril on him off of himself but it all feels as hopeless as it ever does.

"Please, Your Excellency. Please don't make him watch this."

[serxinns]

Hi :)

Could you please write a platonic scenario of father Aizawa in which his daughter (she is in her teen years) has a really bad nightmare so she goes to his room crying and saying she is scared?

Thanksss.

Hope you have a great day

TW: Gore and limbs being decapitated readers death (only in her dream)

You've been often getting those night terrors that made you afraid of going to sleep, you tried staying up secretly watching TV to pass the time but Your father caught you one day and sternly told you to go to bed so all you had to do was either stare on your phone or stare up on the client but alas sleep overtakes you were knocked out

You heard screaming from the distance and footsteps running past you desperate to get away from it but failed when the creature got close to them and their pleading for mercy and help ended with a sickening crunch You covered your mouth tears streamed down your cheeks its growls sounded like a mix of a dying Animal and a human moaning in pain it kept searching and searching for more prey a man was across from you staring at you with the same reaction you had..terrified his eyes where blood shot red and there seems to be an injury on his lower waist when he saw that it was gone he looked at you for the last time and sprinted you heard nothing but footsteps from the man then seconds later you heard that thing crawling quickly towards the poor man screams and pleading for mercy were heard then there were silence and sickening crunching noises you couldn't take it anymore and threw up which the creature heard it slithered up to you now you and whatever that thing was close to each other you can see the man's arm still dangling from it mouth..the thing grabbed you with his sharp claws hovering you over his mouth and-

*BOOM*

The sound of thunder woke you up your clothes were dammed in sweat your face was soaked with tears all you could hear was your heavy breathing and tears you silently got up to go the bathroom to clean up, you grabbed your comfort plush and went upstairs your legs shaking and wobbling a bit but managed to make it in the bathroom "y/n? What are you doing up late?" you turned and your dad was shocked to see your horrified and soaked face he ran up to you grabbed your shoulders and kneel down to your level "Oh sweetie you've been crying are you alright did something happen"

you tried to explain but your voice was filled with mumbles due to the sobs and spit in there and just held onto him and cried your father didn't know what was going on but hugged you "cmon kid you sleeping in my room" he picked up you up and the 2 of you headed to his room, he turned on the lights and gently put you down and tucked you in "Now do you want to tell me about your bad dream or you'll explain in the morning" you hesitated for a second to tried to even explain "in the morning.." your dad signed and softly smiled at you, he kissed you on the forehead and wrapped his arms protectively around you

Next time he shouldn't added that much sleeping pills in your drink as a punishment for staying up the last time..but it rewarded him in the end to cuddle up with his beloved daughter~

[sketchi23]

Tw: derealization

[malwaresilly]

Reliving a nightmare

the area was empty .

He knew he had fallen asleep but this... felt off

He usually was put into one of the may sections of his mind that linked with his codes.

But this wasn't any of them

Just a blank, staticy void.

He stood there quietly, confused, before reaching out for a wall to navigate.

He was pulled into the static instead, his vision failing for a moment before he could see once more

"oh no ... Not here.... not again"

He could remember this setting anywhere.

The still bright arcade his ai would soon be housed, the blinding lights overhead, the concrete floor ..

This is where he has died that first time

Where Atlas had been destroyed and he created.

The pain. The agony and the pure hate

He didn't want to be here.

He wanted to wake up, tried to force himself awake.

But he was stuck

He could feel his pulse racing through the whole space as that damned shadow was cast over him

He couldn't move

He couldn't scream

His eyes could only widen as that crowbar came down. The familiar pain of the casing of his lower abdomen being shattered struck him hard

But he didn't wake up

He wanted to cry out. To be woken from this nightmare

But he couldn't.

Another harsh blow. The left side of his face now shattered and bleeding. Not the oil that was there on that day. But his present model's blood.

This was worse

He tried to lash out, only to find his arms bound to his sides, tears now welling in his eyes.

He tried to beg for his life. But only garbled noise came from his dying voice box

This was so much worse than the memory this originally was

he wanted to bite, claw, kick, scream!!

But nothing moves. Nothing changed.

He hissed as his arms were forcefully pried from his shoulders, more bright yellow covering the concrete.

Then it froze.

This was the second before Atlas had ceased

The prongs on the crowbar were aimed at his neck pipe.

He blinked and only then did his voice box allow him to express his agony

A scream of absolute pain

Then he jolted up.

His pulse was fast as he looked around.

Solaris was next to him. Holo was in her crib

He was home.

Solaris must've picked him up from the remains of the theater.

He stared at his hands for a moment.

He was fine now.

Right?

[brctherscnce]

" I... am not Nemesis. " His voice was quiet as he stayed near the outskirts of camp, his servo gripping tightly at his helm over where the brilliant red mark was once burned into. The night terrors had returned and awoken Optimus from his recharge. Now, he focused on grounding himself.

Focused on his in-vents, focused on the ground under his pedes and the sound they made when his pedes shifted against the dirt, focused on the stars... counting them out, all as he desperately reminded himself,

" I--... am Optimus. "

[thingsmk1120sayz]

My PTSD school nightmares

[barbed-snile]

Night Terror, my beloved. How fun you are to draw

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Valentines day in the Labyrinth <3