#night terror

[gravemud]

There You Are

[lucidpast]

"Developing a ritual around reading a bedtime story to a child can decrease anxiety around going to sleep." - Philip Strausser, A Treatise on the Reduction of Night Terrors in Children, 1953

[justalilstar]

My father always told me that no matter how bad it was for me, someone always had it worse.

@starflungwaddledee

what do you MEAN I forgot to @ the person who owns a character in the post when I first made this, I would NEVER forget something so basic /j

[whalehead]

A gift I did for @glacias-transformers-blog as secret santa, featuring their oc

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

I had a night terror about a creepy hand once. very unsettling

[moonverc3x]

pspspsp the homies in with JAU Galacta and then, BOOM!! oc JUMPSCARE!! (JAU Taranza and DMK are also there)

Beast and Comet (top two images) belong to @kittenvirus, and the bottom right is Night Terror, who belongs to @justalilstar!

[straitjacketzz]

HAVE YOU EVER DRAWN THESE GUYS?

Sooooo idek where to begin with this. I'll start by saying that yes I contacted Rebornica/Bones/Voltergeist and bought two of their old FNAF au designs. Those being Scott/Phone Guy and Jeremy. Before I get into anything I feel like I'm obligated to address Volt's past and let it be known that I do not Care about a mentally ill teenager faking other disorders or aggressively yelling at people to stop copying them or whatever other overdramatic thing they did like a decade ago and I don't think buying from them is anywhere near comparable to "supporting problematic people" compared other designers who are like homophobic or whatever the fuck else, and I'm not here to talk about or argue about "the ethics" of me giving Volt money. So jot that down before you even start typing.

I'm here to ask if anyone here has drawn art of Scott/Phone Guy and Jeremy so that i may save it and add it to their toyhouse galleries. You'll see they both currently have like 100 pieces in their galleries right now but I know that's not even scratching the surface. Theres just so much of it It's overwhelming to look for. Theres also issues of these designs being so popular to the point of people making their Own personal redesigns of them. And it starts to muddy up which art belongs to me or not. This isnt toooo much of a big deal with Jeremy as the giant "?" on his face makes him pretty distinct and easily recognizable as The Guy That I Own. But this becomes a problem with Phone Guy specifically. He is... pretty much The design that everyone draws him as regardless of if they intend for it to be Rebornica fanart or not. People use this design in their own AUs, people use this design as their own OC. Theres so so so so so much art of people labeling their art as "heres my phone guy design!" and its just the Rebornica design. And I don't feel comfortable or really have the heart to save anything that people consider to be theirs even if its literally the design that I own x__x It's just a bit hard when you own a design that is considered canon enough to a real video game to the point where people just. Take him. and there's nothing I can do about that. And it's not something that upsets me tbh because I knew this was an issue when I Bought him. Literally all I want to know is what art I can or can't save and upload to their archives lmao. So I figured asking people to send me their art directly would help reduce the chance of me just taking someone else's art that they didn't intend to be My phone guy. Not even counting the fact that a popular FNAF fan game called Dayshift At Freddy's has their own version of phone guy that ALSO had the red rotary phone head but wears a black business suit. So, any art of That One isnt mine.

But anyway yeah! And just know i'm looking for literally anything involving these guys. Digital art, traditional art, gifs, animations, physical/irl art, doodles, comics, fanfic, cosplays you made, even weird misc stuff like ponytown designs for them, literally anything and everything!!

also because i keep getting asked about it, Vincent, shadow vincent, mike, vendetta, mahogany, faith, captain, vex, sheriff, fritz, hocus, and boss have also all been sold and multiple different people own these guys now. and for vincents owner specifically, i will not be giving out their username as they Do Not Want To Be Contacted About It.

im cross-posting this on multiple websites so feel free to reach out anywhere where its most convenient for you. reblogs are appreciated for reach

twitter: straitjacketzz discord: straitjackets toyhouse: straitjackets

[dailydoseofdragon]

Day 80- Night Terror

[glacias-transformers-blog]

This wasn't planned but here we are.

[freya-fallen]

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis

CWs: stalking, demons, non-con kiss

word count: 1174

Part 2

It is the cats that draw him, naturally.

He first sees you as you're luring a pregnant queen into a carrier. By the way she butted against your hand, you were already familiar.

"I know, Your Majesty, but I want to get you home before that storm hits." You gaze at the impending clouds in the distance. There was a light snow just the other day, and the cold snap doesn't seem to be getting better.

The lady cat eventually acquiesces, and you saunter away with her.

A few months later, he sees you holding a little orange kitten up for an inn keeper as the man sits on his porch with his morning pipe.

"Rudy will be an excellent mouser, and he's easily the biggest of his litter. He'll keep away other toms."

The man's eyes narrow. "Is he snipped?"

You nod. "Yes, sir, and fully healed. You'll have no kittens from this boy."

After a moment, the inn keeper scratches behind one of the tom's ears. Even from a distance, Sebastian hears the purring of the content little creature.

"All right, I'll take him." There is an exchange, and then you're walking away.

Sebastian follows you home, a quaint little flat that is nevertheless neat-- well, except for the messes made by the Felines residing therein.

There are blankets hither and thither, makeshift toys, the occasional item that has been knocked from a surface.

As you enter, two little tufts of fur amble across your foot, playing until one bites too hard and the other shrieks.

"Alba, don't be so rough with him." You reach down and separate the white and cream girl from her grey brother, kissing both on their noses. "Sorry, Ash, honey." The grey kitten is the smaller of the two.

He watches for a few moments as you put out food. There are three kittens total-- the girl and boy he saw before, and another orange tabby that's lighter in color than the one you gave the inn keeper-- and their mother.

A scraggly old black cat waits for his own bowl. You favor him with pets as he eats, cooing at the ancient creature. "That's my boy."

Hung on one wall is a large map of the area, pins marking locations in different colors, little notes written across it. You hum and place another pin as he watches-- green. It's where the inn stands, unless he's mistaken.

Sebastian smiles to himself as he leaves.

--

You don't know you've attracted the attention of a demon. You're just going about your life, providing care for animals, fostering and finding homes for stray cats in particular. People treat cats like garbage so often, and they're really lovely creatures. Cats are caring, social, more intelligent than people give them credit, and can be quite useful.

You've placed mousers on so many farms and local business, even a ship or two.

Your life is fairly quiet unless there are kittens to tend (especially orphans; they take constant care when younger than six weeks).

And then you start waking in the night.

It's nothing, you tell yourself. Just the cats.

But something doesn't feel right.

So you sneak out of bed one night when you just can't put your mind at ease and down the stairs to your living area. Your current fosters are all staring at a shadowed corner, and Whisper (your senior cat, whom you found sick some years ago) sits in your rocking chair, alert. He turns to you with those lantern yellow eyes, then to the corner.

"H-hello?" You don't know what prompts you to speak.. maybe it's the way the cats are acting as if there's something-- someone there. As you watch, little Rufus trills and rubs against the darkness.

You gasp.

Everything seems to happen all at once.

The shadow blurs with movement. You trip over a stair and sprawl back on flight, elbows catching with a bang. The cats scatter. There's a delicate click across the bare parts of your floor. A creak. A soft chuckle. You squeeze your eyes closed.

"My, my, quite the perceptive little thing, aren't you?" The voice is like warm, velvet fur across your electrified nerves, and your fear heightens. "It's alright, Miss." Something brushes your cheek. Your breath rattles in and out.

"What do you want?" The words are so small you wonder that it--he-- they-- hear it.

There's another chuckle, like the being is hovering over you. "I'm merely satisfying my curiosity."

You frown, and the being reads the question there.

"I had to meet these lovely cats you keep safe and warm."

The ludicrous statement forces a nervous giggle from you. "You came to see my cats?"

"Indeed."

It's said with such seriousness that your eyes pop open and your breath comes easier.

In front of you is a man. He's quite handsome; tall, lithe, with hair that blends into the night, skin that gathers what little light slips through your windows, and eyes that bleed crimson even in the inky darkness. He smiles down at you, a beautiful expression.

"How did you get in here?" You wonder.

He gestures. "Through the door."

"But I locked it," you argue.

"Did you?"

Your tongue darts across dry lips. You're certain you did. You do every night. You're very careful about locking your door before bed.

"You know, you're very pretty like this."

Alarms bells sound in your head at the compliment, despite his affable manner.

Your eyes dart around the room, but there's no safety. You slowly ease up a stair.

The sculpted lines of his face fall into a frown. "Are you going to run away from me? That would not be a good idea."

"Why not?" You slip up another step.

His scarlet eyes gleam. "I don't know that I can resist the chase."

Your heart thuds against your ribs, your pulse becomes a rushing river in your ears, and you can feel the beat through the arteries in your throat. As though he can hear your terror, his lips spread in a wide smile.

In the darkness you can just make out the flash of fangs

You turn and flee toward your bedroom.

Before you make it to the top, a vice wraps around one ankle and tugs you down, down, down, bumping painfully along the way.

When you reach the rug in the center of your living area, he flips you into your back, kneeling over your prone form. "I told you running was a bad idea."

He looks like a cat with a cornered mouse. You cower, but his long fingers curls around your wrists before you can curl in on yourself.

"Now you've made me hungry."

Do those canines look longer? Sharper? And his nails are pointed and black. There's a strange mark on the back of one hand.

"You are too delectable." His tongue flicks wetly across his lips. As he begins to close in, you accept you're about to die.

Your body tenses, eyes shut, lips part with a gasp--

And something soft and hot presses to your mouth. Slick muscle strokes against your tongue, and you belatedly realize your midnight visitor is kissing you.

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2022 | No. 9: THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

sleeping in shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

Prodigal Son s01e03: #fear response

[emolly242]

BOOK 11 SPOILERS

Book 10-11 are my favorite books

[lulzyrobot]

Wanted to visualize Kassidy's night terrors somehow and came up with this. This is why she will wait till the last possible moment to get sleep...

More Warhammer 40000 AU but this is canon for her in every instance

[justalilstar]

asks for night terror!

💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?

and also i keep asking this one everywhere because i think starstruck just wants to be friends soooo baad but:

💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

I haven't drawn comics in a very long time, but I hope these answered your questions!

[imagine-lcorp]

Never Let Me Go (One Shot)

Request

Hey lovely! Could I request a Lena x female reader imagine where R suffers from night terrors and Lena helps her through them? Thanks in advance 💕❤️

A/N: Hello darlings, here another piece, enjoy! Also, hope everyone is having great holidays!! Remember to enjoy your time with your loved ones! 

Lena Luthor x Fem!R/Night Terrors//Word Count: 2,384

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Music plays through your headphones as you try to concentrate on getting the exact shade of blue you need to finish your painting. You look back and forth between the canvas and your palette, making small circles with your brush to mix the paint. It is nothing fancy, and you know you're no artist, but its something you have come to enjoy, something that takes your mind out of the troubles of the day. It's kind of funny too, you think, as you never thought paining by numbers was going to become your hobby number one, although more out of necessity than a real interest in such artistic endeavors.

You're so concentrated that you don't hear Lena's first knock at the door, and after the second knock goes unanswered, she decides to open it. She steps in slowly and quietly, smiling the second her eyes land on you. She looks then at the half painted canvas you have in front of you and her eyes shine thinking about the effort you put on it, trying to make it better than it was intended to be.

She approaches in the same way but you don't get scared as a pair of hands land on your shoulders. You have come to know the sensation of those palms and fingers on your body to even think they could scare you. You also feel a kiss at the top of your head that prompts a smile out of your lips. A second later, you leave the palette in the little table nearby, knowing your painting hour is over. You take your headphones off too, careful not to hit Lena with them as you move them to rest near the palette.

"It looks amazing." Lena says as she leans closer to you, moving her arms to wrap them around you, letting them hang above your chest and lowering her head next to yours.

"I still can't get the blue right." You say pointing with your brush at the canvas.

"You will get it." She places an encouraging kiss on your cheek. "But now, it's time for bed."

You nod slowly, placing the brush on the palette. You're not finishing your canvas tonight, and you know it's better if you take Lena's advice.

"I'll sleep in the spare room." You say with a tired voice.

"No." You feel her arms tight around you. "I want you with me."

"I may not let you sleep tonight." You sigh.

"I don't mind." She assures you and even when you can't see her directly, you know she's smiling. "We can stay awake together then."

"You need some rest." You try to fight her on the matter. She has been having a tough week, and you do not wish to add to her endless list of worries.

"As you do." Her voice, gentle but commanding, let's you know she won't leave you alone even when you try to push her away. "Come on, darling. It's getting late."

"Okay." You raise your hands to her arms, caressing them with your thumbs before letting her go. A tiny gesture of trust and adoration. "I'll just finish this. Be there in a minute."

"I'll prepare the bed." She kisses your cheek once more time and slides her hands off your body to turn around.

When you hear the door close behind you, you let go another sigh.

Tonight, you can feel it. It's going to be one of those nights.

All day you had been feeling anxious for no particular reason. You just felt it. The chills and the creeping sensation that ran through your spine up to the back of your skull. Like a shadow hanging over you. An omen of bad dreams. It doesn't happen always, but you know the feeling too well and even when you suppose you shouldn't, you are thankful for it. There aren't many times in which you can sense what's coming. It lets you prepare for it. It's a battle you cannot win but it's not so much of a defeat either. You do what you can with what you have and you try to make the best of it. You only hope it won't last long.

You take the brush from the palette and submerge it in the cup of water you have nearby, then you take a rag from the table to clean your hands. Lena awaits for you, and you do not wish to make her wait. You will have to leave that shade of blue for another time.

You reach the dorm after you have cleaned yourself, finding it dimly illuminated by your table lamplight. You hear water running and walk towards the bathroom. Lena is there, a hand testing the temperature of the water falling into the bathtub. When she's done, she closes the faucet and hums satisfied to herself. You knock on the doorframe, not wanting to startled her.

When she turns at the sound, her eyes soften and her smile is gentle.

"I thought you would like a bath before going to bed."

"Thank you." You say with steps leading you to her.

"Do you need anything else?" She says reaching for your hand, lifting it up to her lips and kissing your knuckles.

It makes your heart melt. The way she pours her love onto you, with thoughtful actions and kind gestures, not only on nights like this but every day you get to spend with her. It reminds you no matter how long the night is, she's the light that always saves you from the darkness.

"Join me?" You ask in an almost plea.

Lena knows you're anxious. She could tell from the moment you arrived home with a little frown, you were not having a goodnight sleep that night. You looked more tired than usual and she noticed instantly, your mind had been wandering for the rest of the evening. You had tried your best to stay calm and relaxed for the rest of the day, and she did the same, hoping it could help you ease your own worries.

So when you ask her to join you, she agrees, letting herself enjoy the moment to before you have to deal with whatever comes at night.

"Of course." She agrees without second thoughts.

You stay in the bathtub for as long as you can, with your back against her chest and her arms wrapped around you, feeling little pecks on your skin along the base of your neck, until the water is cold and you're forced to leave and finally change into your pajamas.

You do it all so slowly, drying yourself, changing your clothes, brushing your teeth, all your night routine as much as it is humanly possible to do so. It's not that you're trying to delay the inevitable, but you have found best to take your time with these things, transform their mundane nature into a sacred ritual that reminds you how precious this moments are. Moments of lucidity and irresistible tranquility. The calm before the storm.

"Come closer." Lena speaks softly once you have settled in your side of the bed.

You're a little to close to the edge for good measure. The last thing you want to do tonight is to hurt her if you wake up too suddenly.

"I'll push you away." You look at her, tiredness already settling in your body.

"I don't mind." She says again and scoops closer to your side, placing her head on your shoulder and putting her arms around you. "I'll move if I need to."

"You're not letting me go tonight, are you?" You smile at her.

"Never." She replies, and you have never felt safer in your life.

You close your eyes and sleep comes more easily than you expect. As do the nightmares.

It starts with a knock on the door.

The sound makes you open your eyes and when you do you see a shadow under the door illuminated by the hallway light. Someone is outside of your room and they knock and knock again, waiting for you to open. With a certainty that only comes from dreams, you know whoever is in the other side won't leave until you answer. You should walk to the door and tell them to leave you alone. This is no place or time for whatever business they come.

So you push the bedsheets away and sit straight but as soon as you do, the shadow disappears and the knocks become scratches.

Whoever, whatever, is outside, you now know, does not come in peace. That much is clear by the frantic scratches and erratic noises that come from behind the door. Your heart pounds harder as the shadow reappears only to cover the whole doorframe, making all the light fade. It's dark, darker than you think it's possible to be and you stand in a rush, your naked feet hitting the cold floor and that's when you realize that's all you can feel. It's cold. As if the warmth had left with the rest of the light.

Looking around doesn't bring you comfort. The bed you once shared with Lena is empty now, and you realize with horror you're all alone. What other option do you have but to look around for anything that could help you defend yourself? So you trash the sheet on the bed, the drawers of your night table, only to find nothing. The scratch at the door becomes then an insistent whisper, a sound that not only reverberates around the four walls of the room but inside your head.

They come for you, they say, and there's nowhere to hide.

You feel a hole in your chest. Your body is shaking and your hands are already turned into fists when, with trembling legs, you try to walk to a corner in the room. Each step prompting cracks in the walls, threatening to fall to make way to whatever evil being awaits inside of them. Your back hits a wall behind you, like ice against your skin, and you see it, you feel it. They are coming.

Arms of bone and blood sprout all around you, their fingers like claws searching for you to puncture and tear your body until there's nothing left of you. You scream for help, for Lena, for whoever almighty entity that could help you escape from this.

Your legs finally give in, and you crumble to the floor.

You wake up, in cold sweat and with the scream still in your throat.

It takes a moment for your eyes readjust to the dim light and for your brain to make sense of your surroundings.

Lena keeps her distance from you, waiting patiently on her corner of the bed for you to calm down. There isn't much she can do at the moment and she knows, whatever intent she has at being comforting could go amiss if you are still caught in your night terror.

She can only watch as you fight with your own mind. Your body is still shaking as you try to catch your breath, panting with your chest visibly raising and falling beneath your clothes. Sweat is still visible on your forehead. A second later, you raise both hands to rub your face and with that you brush away tears you didn't even know were falling.

"(Y/N)?" She calls you from the edge of the bed. "(Y/N), are you awake?"

You hear her say your name the way she would call a wounded animal. That's how you feel and maybe, you think, that's what you are, and you curse yourself for it. But you try to put that thought aside as you do your best to focus on the present and what's real.

"I should've taken the spare room." You finally answer, lifting your head to rest on the wall and letting your arms fall to your sides in defeat.

You keep your eyes closed but you can still hear Lena moving from the bed, until her steps reach you.

"Darling." Her voice, with a hint of sadness, is close to you now. "It's over, you can open your eyes."

You don't want to. The lingering fear that had settled in your heart tells you this is another dream, another nightmare.

Lena can see the hesitation in your face, the way your brows furrow in a pained expression. And it pains her too, that she cannot do more than to wait for you to tell her you're alright, that she cannot touch you, hold you, cradle you in her arms, until all your senses have settled to let you know she's not an enemy you have to fight or to run from.

"I'll bring you some water." She says, thinking, knowing there's only so much she can do for you. But as she starts to take a step back, your hand lands on her instinctively, stopping her in her tracks.

"No, please." You say with a trembling voice. You may fear your dreams but nothing is as scary as not having her near, especially in nights like this. "Don't go."

You open your eyes to look at hers, and Lena's heart hurts at what she sees in yours. Fear and shame, as if you were a little girl trying to apologize for causing trouble, and there's nothing else Lena whishes she could do but to stop you from feeling that way ever again. Nothing about this is your fault and sadly nothing can be done about it either. You do what you can with what you have and you make the best of it. For that she is forever proud and the love she feels for you only grows.

"I'm not leaving, and I'm not letting you go." She reminds you as she sits closer to you, with you finally allowing her to wrap her arms around you. "Never."

You focus on her, on her voice, on her body pressed against yours and her arms around you. Arms that you know well, arms that could never hurt you. Like an everlasting promise, she kisses your temple and holds you tight, and little by little the images of your night terrors fade, replaced by this moment, by her, who brings you back from the darkness.

[mymagicgrandpa]

Chapter 18: Nightmare Inferno - Page 1

Chapter Synopsis: A student at Suzie's school seems to be losing sleep from a supernatural force! Suzie is determined to help, but first she has to figure out what's causing him issues.

Author Comment: A new chapter begins! I'm excited about this episode because it introduces a lot of lore and I think it has a very impactful solution. Also, this will be Suzie working to solve a problem on her own, and unlike the last episode where she was dealing with the situation but not actively solving it, here she will be taking action to try to find a solution based on what she's learned.

I've also had these characters (the spook and the boy being haunted) for a long time, so it's good to bring them to life finally after so many years of planning them out.

My Magic Grandpa is a paranormal fantasy adventure that takes place in the 90s, please check it out and spread the word if you like it

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