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zegalba · 7 months

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Cho Gi-Seok: Bad Dreams (2022)

#Cho Gi-Seok #Bad Dreams #photography #art #red #black #makeup #horror #macabre #2022

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thegorgonist · 1 year

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Her troubled heart has summoned a Night Mare from the depths of her mind.

In my shop

#nightmare #night mare #bad dreams #sleep paralysis demon #TW horse skull #skull art #gothic art

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typewriter-worries · 11 months

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life film imitates art

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marisashorror · 22 days

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Dreamed of a cult worshipping a demon represented by a frozen hand in a freezer box. You could try for sainthood by keeping your hand in the box for hours while shaking hands with this hand. If your hand didn't freeze, you were a Saint. It was called The Cult of the Bare Minimum.

#dream #bad dreams #nightmares #horror #cults #demons #gore

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draculasfavoritewife · 27 days

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No Word For Hero

Summary: You love him and the way he will always be your protector, but sometimes facing the truth is the most terrifying thing of all.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Nightmares and discussions of death. The one-two punch of angst and fluffiness all in one. This one is a fair bit more somber than my other Mando stuff.

Another trope I will never ever get tired of -- the "having a nightmare while sleeping with your partner" routine! 🥳 Gets me in my feels every time, particularly with a character like Din who (to me at least) canonically also has frequent nightmares. I first drafted this one a couple summers ago as a result of all my feelings after that big moment in "The Marshal", as I'm sure will be obvious.

*Translations of less common words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

It's coming, exploding up from beneath the billowing sands, looming over everyone, titanic, monstrous, ravenous....

...He turns to you, ever so briefly, tilts his head in that meaningful look you know all too well...that damn look that means he's going to play hero again.

Damn his altruism.

When is he going to stop?

You already know that answer, too. It lurks forever in the back of your mind, awake or asleep, always whispering there, a constant venom ever deepening its grasp around your heart until one day the cold reality finally breaks it.

He'll stop when he finally doesn't come back to you.

When he's at last granted the warrior's death you know he desires.

Only then.

You can't even scream as he disappears down the dragon's throat, too frozen with horror to make a sound....

You bolt upright, gasping for breath, damp hair clinging to your face and tears running down, their salty tang sharp on your lips.

Stupid nightmares.

"Go away," you mutter, rubbing harshly at your eyes. "Just stop."

The cot is small, realistically much too small for two adults, and your distress is painfully evident to the man sharing it with you, whose arm has just been violently dislodged from its place around your torso.

"Bad dream?"

He sounds tired. He hardly ever sleeps through a full night at the best of times, and even then it's rarely a deep sleep.

If the old saying "sleep with one eye open" were actually true, Din would be its personification.

You curse your overactive mind a second time, for disturbing his precious few moments of rest along with your own.

"I'm fine." You don't lie back down, instead pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms tightly around them. Normally you find his quarters chilly, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes the room suddenly feel close and stuffy.

He shifts against you in the dark, no doubt to study your posture. "You don't sound fine."

You sigh. "I will be. You should try and get some sleep, Din."

You hear him lean back into the wall, a long exhale betraying stiffness somewhere in his muscles.

You've offered him the side of the bed that's not right up against the wall, but to your surprise he actually likes to be pressed closely between your body and the solidness of metal at his back.

You suspect it gives him a sense of security in a life that holds so little for him.

"I'm sorry I woke you," you add before he can speak again.

"You didn't." His revelation is cool and distant, as if his lack of rest means nothing to him. "I haven't slept at all tonight."

You turn to stare at him in dismay, only to be met with the void of deep darkness. "Why didn't you --"

"What? Wake you up to tell you I can't sleep?" Somehow you know he's shaking his head at you. "That fixes nothing, Cyar'ika. My sleep was disturbed since long before we met." His voice softens as he reaches for you, his large, comfortingly familiar hand stroking down your side. "But when I have you in my arms, listening to your breathing, I can at least find some peace. And that is often enough."

You let out another shuddering breath and gaze out into the dim compartment, the images from your nightmare replaying over and over behind your eyes like a holovid stuck on loop.

"I think I need some air," you murmur.

"Take my shirt, then." You're grateful he doesn't try to stop you; he knows you were taking care of yourself for a long time before you two struck up your partnership. He trusts you to look out for danger.

"Vor'e, Cyare." You slide from the bed, his fingers trailing away from your hip as you break from his gentle touch. He watches as you blindly take his shirt from the pile of clothes left on the floor and pull it over your head, pausing only to grab a vibroblade before exiting his quarters.

"I'll come back," you promise softly.

And the words sting deep down as they leave your lips, knowing that one day, one of you might not be able to keep that promise.

The night is cool and clear on this planet, and the breeze smells like living growth from the thick woods nearby. It's a far cry from the dust and smoke of so many of the worlds you've stayed on before, and soon you start to calm down, heartbeat returning to normal and perspiration drying at the wind's light touch. Everything is peaceful around you, the night birds calling and water flowing somewhere behind the trees.

Not for the first time, your thoughts stray towards the impossibility of trying to stay somewhere like this place, to drop everything you know and carve out a life on a frontier planet somewhere. You and Din and Grogu, living modestly and secretly away from the prying eyes of the Imperials or the Jedi, pretending at normalcy....

There's the key word.

Pretending.

You've played many parts since you lost your buir so many years ago. Dancer in the clubs of the Core worlds, thief, animal wrangler, pilot, hired gun. You could adapt, you feel fairly certain. It's the skill that's most reliably kept you alive this long.

But Din....

He's so deeply entrenched in his upbringing. His honor, and the hunt, mean everything to him. Whatever else he tries to be, he will always be the Mandalorian first and foremost. The Way runs through his veins, thicker than blood, and the fierce heart of a warrior beats beneath the beskar.

It's why he will ultimately always make sacrifices to keep those under his protection safe.

It's who he is. His identity.

The reason that one day he might not emerge from the belly of the beast in triumph.

And you love him, exactly the way he is. You'd never ask him to change.

But Maker, sometimes the knowledge of what that means hurts deeper than any physical wound.

So you stand there at the edge of the woods and let the tears come, let the sobs wrack your body as you bury yourself deeper in his comforting shirt, praying that the day never comes that all you have left are memories and clothes that smell like him.

Eventually, your grief runs its course and you can breathe once again. The crunch of footsteps in the damp grass warrants a side glance, but as you thought, it's only your beroya, come to check on you, no doubt.

"You've been out here a long time," he remarks.

"Had a lot on my mind."

He encircles you in his arms from behind, chin resting in the dip of your shoulder. You're surprised that he didn't replace his helmet to come out here, but sunrise is still a long way off.

"I'm usually the one with the nightmares," he teases softly. "This one must have been rough. Want to talk?"

You find his hands at your waist, interlock your fingers with his.

"I lost someone. Someone very important to me."

Turning slightly so you can rest your cheek against his, you kiss the very edge of his lips. "It scares me, Din."

He's quiet for some time, and you try to imagine the expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispers. "I can't give you anything but my word that I will always try my hardest to come back to you. That is what fuels me, ner'kar'ta. The fire in my blood, the strength in my bones, is knowing that I need to make it back for you. But I realize that it is a double-edged blade. Because it also means I would give everything, to keep you safe in the end."

"I know, Din. I remember what my buir used to tell me, you know, how we have no word for 'hero' in our mother tongue, because to be Mando'ade is to risk all for the ones you love. I know I'm so selfish." You turn all the way around at last, hiding your face in his bare chest. "But I accept your vow. And it will have to be enough."

Collecting yourself and finally raising your haunted gaze to his, you manage a small smile. "But I will fight for you, Din Djarin. Death will find one hell of a struggle when it finally comes for you, I can promise you that."

"There's my girl." The fond grin in his voice is audible. "Now, will you come back to bed? It's getting lonesome in there."

You let him lead you back to the ship, and the sigh of the wind now seems to promise to whisk your fears away for the time being.

The door slides shut behind you, and you shiver, realizing all of a sudden just how cold you are. His shirt is a welcome barrier against the biting chill, and you wonder how he was able to get along without it outside.

"Cold?" he asks.

"Yes." You reach out for him, wordlessly begging for his warmth.

He sidesteps you and folds his arms across his chest. "Take it off," he demands, and indicates the shirt with a nod, husky voice brimming with humor and a shade of something hungrier. "Or I will."

You hug the worn fabric closer to your body and shake your head mutinously. "But it's the only thing keeping me warm!"

"So you've chosen the hard way." He crosses the small space in a couple of long strides and starts to tease the garment off of you, bit by agonizing bit. "And how dare you let a piece of clothing do a man's job."

"You're making me cold again," you complain as he pulls you into bed with him, the hunter retreating back to his lair to finish off his fortunate prey.

"Then honor dictates I repair the damage I've caused," he hums, and you surrender to the bliss of being completely enveloped in his embrace. Din has always run hot, ever since you started sleeping together, and his warmth and familiar weight are so much better than any sweet dream of yours could be.

In the here and now, he's still alive, and he's still yours.

There will be no more tears tonight.

"Better?" he growls into your throat.

You run your fingers through his thick curls, sighing at the way he always manages to banish all of your dark thoughts away. And maybe now there will even be time for him to get some sleep before morning as well.

"I am now."

Vor'e = Thank you

Buir = Parent

Beroya = Bounty Hunter

Ner'kar'ta = My heart

Mando'ade = Child of Mandalore

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pizza-tower-fracture · 9 months

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE!! Hey, Peppino, can ya hear us in this crappy little thing?!

Peppino: GAAHW!!

Peppino: u-uh..? You... You mean n-no harm..?

Peppino: Y-You just wanted t-to say hi..? Wait... why-a does your v-voice sound different now..?

Peppino: W-Wait... how-a do you even know my name..?

Peppino: I-I have-a no idea. It felt real... I-I heard-a a lot of whispers and there was an overwhelming feeling. Y-You know... like when you stand-a in front of someone important and you feel like your anxiety is trying to strangle you?

Peppino: D-Do you think it was his doing? Why can't I have a break-a for once...? *He sighs, clearly exhausted about all that.*

Peppino: Mio Dio! You are... probably right, voice in my head? I knew I shouldn't have-a picked that thing up.

#pizza tower au #pizza tower fracture au #ask blog #pizza tower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower fanart #nightmare #bad dreams #The poor guy can't catch a break #That is a long post...#rhaytronik

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jdkyang · 10 months

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scary dreams are just dreams, bare that in mind

#soft carlando #bad dreams #car crash #carlando #sleepy cuddles #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #lando norris #carlos sainz jr #summer break

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zegalba · 7 months

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Cho Gi-Seok: Bad Dreams (2022)

#Cho Gi-Seok #Bad Dreams #photography #art #horror #macabre #makeup #black #2022

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loudlyhappycupcake · 10 months

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Rose's bad dream 🌷Made by Ralf @gavivilla_blogs @shironezuninjashironezuninja @minijenn @magnus-maglixzastro @cartoonfan21 @sakulovejulius12 @krimination78 @serentiydraw5678 @emositecc @godzillaboy2021 @untitled14360 @kuskicanlove @illustrated-ink @pinkdiamondsearth @pinkdiamondstargoddess-blog @pinkdiamondstar @adriennsposts @yomis1527540 @chibigaia-art @wiltito @zanyana626 @bis-pearl @pinkpearlswapau @spineluniverse1986 @spinelverse @bitter-yet-civilized @homuncvlus @showtime-star

#steven universe #fanart #not my art #rose quartz #pink diamond #greg universe #bismuth #spinel #pink pearl #volleypearl #nightmare #bad dreams

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itsjustthat55 · 5 months

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Bad dreams PART1

Chapters archive

Next chapter →

I liked the character of Zib, although there are some people who hate it, but this is a story that only revolves around Zeb or Zim Two. Enjoy. I will try to post a new chapter every week. uwu

#zim #invader zim #zi #zib #zim2 #bad dreams #official #this AU zib #za2r

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tanked-up · 10 months

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Everything will be okay

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*Currently 7:30 in the morning, the whole team was already up in the kitchen getting breakfast. Well… except Soap*

Gaz says while sitting down and finally noticing his surrounding: Hey where’s Soap?

Price: I don’t know, he’s sopposed to be up by now, he’s usually the first one.

Alejandro: He’s probably getting ready or something

Ghost: For breakfast?

Alejandro: I mean-

*Soap suddenly appears looking like if he had gotten run over by a bear. Hair messy, still with his blanket wrapped around. Seemed to miss his teeth while brushing since toothpaste was all scattered around his cheeks*

Price: You alright Soap…

*Soap grunts and drags an empty chair around the room until he gets to the other side of the room with a window.*

*The sun already coming up, you could notice eyebags starting to form on Soap’s eyes with what also seemed to be a red nose indicating he had been crying*

*Gaz, Alejandro and Ghost all look at each other confused*

Gaz whispers: Who’s gonna go over there and check on him..?

Price: I’ll g-

Ghost: Let me

*Ghost stands up and heads where Soap is*

Ghost: Soap… you ok mate?

Soap shrugs: hm, oh yeah

Ghost: What happened, couldn’t sleep? If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t-

Soap interrupts: Ghost. I slept fine

Ghost mutters: Doesn’t seem like it, Soap

Soap sighs: I had a dream

Ghost drags a chair next to him: May I know?

Soap: You- You died

Ghost gulps and sighs but somehow manages to slip out a small chuckle: I die?

Soap fighting the tears that want to start coming: Y-Yeah, and it was all my fault. All my fucking fault, Ghost

Ghost: Why is that?

Soap: I- I didn’t secure the building, and- well I gave you the signal to enter

*Soap now starts tearing up, trying to come up with words but the tears all drown into him making it difficult.*

*Ghost doesn’t know what to do, he wasn’t really good at this, comforting people thing. But, it wasn’t anyone who was crying, it was Johnny. His Johnny*

*So he did what he thought was best, he went in for a hug. Ghost’s balaclava was making it hard for him to lower his head into Soap’s. So he raised it, exposing his lips which were now on Soap’s head.*

*They stayed like that for about 5 minutes before the whole team started dragging their chairs to where they were. They all eventually joined in for a big hug too*

#ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare #simon riley #alejandro mw2 #gaz mw2 #bad dreams

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