#my nightmare

[tabunierka]

Sara Chidouin

#art #fanart #you turn to die #yttd #yttd fanart #sara chidouin #Nightmare #my nightmare #anime fanart #Anime #Game #sketch

[sonnys-fan-not-spurs-fan]

Cold never stopped him from signing😮‍💨

But the rings? I know he's got contracts with tiffany but it's on the ring finger, and they look like wedding rings, fuck

#heungmin son #son heung min #son heungmin #my nightmare

[niymue]

omg NOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY WENT FOR THE KISS AND BONKED HEADS

AND THE CROWD LMFAOOO MARSHMALLOW STOP CLAPPING RIGHT NOW

#my nightmare #you cannot redo this lmao #the sims #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #g2 #fig #perry #marshmallow

[simpingseafood]

Idea for crack fic Demon AU of @jackplushie

MC/reader being drunk and summon by mistake Vargas demon

Now live with this.

#demon au #jackplushie #simpingseafood #vargas #twst #twisted wonderland #I was too lazy to draw his horns #My nightmare

[thewomanwithamessedupmind]

I had a nightmare of visiting an "abandoned" house with some other people. Whelp, turns out that the family who allowed us to visit was housing their deformed and mentally unstable brother. He killed the others but was fascinated by me. My fiance came to save me but disappeared after a bit. I remember escaping before winding up back in town. I found some familiar people but I wound up throwing up before telling them what happened. That's when I woke up. And what got the others' attention was a gunshot. And a member of the family was a police officer.

#sorry for the sloppy details #i just woke up #it was fresh on my mind #nightmare #my dreams are weird #my dreams #my nightmare #idk #could make a good horror story

[darkheliotrope]

The First World - Echoes of the Vanished

The planet convulsed - a dying titan in its final throes. The very ground trembled, as if mourning its own demise. I stumbled across the desolate beach, my boots sinking into the ashen sand. The sea, once tempestuous, now raged with a primal fury - an ocean of wrath. Its waves clawed at the shore, pulling ancient bones back into the abyss.

The Bones and Fossils:

More bones lay scattered - a macabre mosaic. Rib cages, femurs, and mandibles protruded like broken promises. These were not remnants of creatures; they were echoes of civilizations - their architects and dreamers reduced to calcified whispers. The fossils bore witness to cosmic indifference, their hollow eyes staring into oblivion.

The Storm-Torn Sky:

Above, the sky had unravelled - a tattered veil. The stars had fled, leaving only voids - black holes that devoured light. The Milky Way - once a celestial river - had become a chasm, its banks eroded by entropy.

The Atmosphere’s Demise:

The air tasted of sulphur and despair. The atmosphere had unravelled, molecules torn apart by cosmic forces. Steam rose from fissures in the ground, carrying with it the memories of lost cities. Debris - shards of crystalline structures - swirled like ghosts. The suns, feeble embers, cast elongated shadows - the last dance of entropy.

The Skeleton’s Scream:

And there, on the beach, sat the skeleton - a relic of defiance. Its bones were charred, fused by the heat of cataclysm. Its skull, tilted toward the heavens, bore the etchings of cosmic runes. Hollow sockets stared at the fractured sky, and its jaw hung open - a silent scream. What had it witnessed? What horrors had etched themselves into its calcium lattice?

I approached the skeleton, drawn by morbid curiosity. Its ribs seemed to vibrate - an echo of terror. Had it been a scholar, a lover, a heretic? Its bony fingers clawed at the sand, as if trying to escape its own fate. But the sky above was indifferent.

The Cosmic Tragedy:

“Why?” I whispered, though the wind carried my words away. “Why did you stay?”

The skeleton’s jaw moved - an illusion, surely. But I heard its voice - a rasp, a lament.

“Curiosity,” it seemed to say. “The hunger for answers.”

Answers that had led to oblivion. Answers that had unraveled the fabric of existence. The planet had become a cosmic tragedy - a requiem for forgotten souls. The last person - the one consumed by unspeakable horror - had left no trace. Only this skeleton remained - a sentinel of despair.

As the lava stream surged, devouring the beach, I sank to my knees. The sea roared, the sky wept, and the skeleton’s scream echoed through time. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat lick my skin. The planet pulsed - a dying heartbeat.

And then, as if in response, the ground split open - a maw of molten hunger. I fell, my fingers grazing the skeleton’s ribcage. Its scream merged with mine - a chorus of anguish.

The planet trembled, I couldn't surrender to the abyss - I had to leave. Electra why did you send me to witness the final threads of a dying world?

May its echoes linger in the void…

#dark heliotrope #dark art #my nightmare #dark world #space #generative ai #ai art #horror #macabre #macabre art #end of world #other worlds

[theknittinggoblin]

Every other episode I enjoy, but I have to skip this one

#Between this and the Caitlin Doughty video I now know I will never cave dive #my nightmare #tma #the magnus archives #mag 15 #lost john's cave #cave diving

[wunderkammerett]

#richard kern #my nightmare

[vorovushka]

Drawing my second nightmare ✌️

Рисую свой второй кошмар ✌️

#арт #рисунок #art #digital art #digital drawing #drawing #диджитал арт #диджиталиллюстрация #крипипаста #creepypasta #my nightmare #nightmare #art nightmare #art digital #drawing digital #art drawing

[adarinas]

#my nightmare #phemiec #my nightmare phemiec #music #SO. GOOD. #SoundCloud

[lemmings-to-the-sea]

That looks like the most claustrophobic plane ride ever

#ik the flights only like an hour but still #my nightmare

[ponyartistbrainiac]

I had a dream I was in some weird post apocalyptic world where I was scavenging for food and I ran across my cat Shiner who was now giant for some reason

I started to run from her with some scary chase music playing and she chased me for ages while I avoided other people and creatures

Literally parkouring from place to place to avoid this giant cat hut despite how far away from her I got the music and sense of urgency never faded

Eventually I made it to an abandoned house I was our of air and energy and she teleported behind me just popping into thin air

I wanted to scream but I couldn't I was sure I was going to be eaten by one of my best friends and resigned myself to my fate

She leaned down and pushed her big head against me and started purring

I eventually stopped shaking and started to pet her and then thought "I haven't eaten in so long how am I gonna take care of a giant cat?" I started going through the cabinets at this house and the sun came out and the brown sky turned blue

I woke up

#my text #nightmare #nightmares #weird dreams #giant cat #cat #im tired #brain pls #my dreams #my nightmare

[stylistic-nightmare]

Mortal Sin - My Nightmare

#mortal sin #my nightmare #metal #thrash metal #music

[l1ttlepup]

What is your good reason for the avatar movie?

I watched the movie when I was younger and I was never scared of anything like I would full on play with spiders for fun at like 5. But the first time I ever watched avatar I had nightmares that had me shaking, crying, and screaming. It's something about the faces that I just can't do it. I am absolutely terrified of those blue alien things.

#petre blog #agere #cute #kawaii #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace #sfw furry #sfw agere #tw nightmares #i hate it so much #avatar #my nightmare #alien things #sfw pet space #sfw regression #sfw petre #im terrified #ask blog #answered #avatar 2009 #i cannot watch these movies ever #these movies give me nightmares #i cant even look at them #ew

[bookwhimses]

People who still leave comments on Cheer Up Buttercup, I love you all and your reviews always seem to come in when I’m having a bad week. I honestly can’t begin to describe how much it means to me that people reread and still love that fic. It makes me feel so proud of it.

I have something around or possibly over twenty-eight DGHDA wips. I haven’t been able to write for a long time, and I went through a period where DGHDA in particular was weirdly triggering to engage in for ptsd reasons (don’t worry, there's no fandom drama or anything, I just had a traumatic event happen irl and my confused brain put the trauma in DGHDA). The fic I want to finish most though is a Farah introspec fic I wrote for a Big Bang partnered with Juniper, who was extremely understanding about me having a mental breakdown* and not finishing it. Every time I try to go back to it I feel paralysed by my own promise that it would be the first fic I published once I felt able to write again.

I’ve come to the conclusion that this is dumb. In June I was diagnosed with ADHD. Prior to that, if someone with ADHD told me, “Oh, I have this thing I feel stuck on, pathologically unable to finish; for a long time I was unable to look at it, and now I feel crushed by the weight of my own lack of action and the responsibility and the imagined failure I have projected onto myself, but I told myself I’m not going to do anything easy before I finish this incredibly difficult task,”

I would have said to them, “I’m sorry, but sounds insane. You have ADHD. I’m not a doctor, but from what I understand you don’t naturally produce enough dopamine to ram your head repeatedly into a wall of things that sound like the opposite of dopamine. You’ve set up a system wherein you have one very challenging objective, and you cannot engage in any of the behaviours that would make that objective easier for you until you finish that objective. This is not intelligent game design, and frankly it shows a total lack of kindness towards yourself. It is clearly not working. Try something else.”

It is very difficult to accept that what I would say to someone else is also what I deserve to hear and what is true for me. But every other month I still get comments from people from somewhere across the globe who read something I wrote and felt moved by it. And I think it's worth noting – it's vital for me to note to myself – that having the kind of brain I have does come with other skills.

When I wrote Cheer Up Buttercup I didn’t go into it with a grand plan, let alone conceptualise it as anything more moving or deep than “AU where everything is the same but Dirk works at Lush lol”. I wrote that first chapter fully expecting it to border on crackfic. I think to anyone reading it's obvious that it starts off matching the beats of a standard low-stakes shippy fluff fic. I got a lot of reviews that said things to the effect of "I thought this was going to be a dumb bath bomb store AU, then it got serious, what the fuck" and, honestly, that happened to me too as its writer. I followed that vein of joy of was something fluffy and silly and camp until I unexpectedly struck something more introspective that touched on heavier subject material.

And I have to stress, I don't mean that as "it started as cheap and stupid and then became a more worthwhile and meaningful fic", because the thing I love most about Cheer Up Buttercup is how it is both stupid and meaningful. It's fluffy and silly and camp, traits which are not easy or meaningless things to write, and it draws on very personal experiences, which can be exhausting to read. I still treasure reviews which say that the fluff made the serious less confronting and more accessible, that they didn't expect a Ted talk on mental health and cognitive behaviour patterns in the middle of their gay slowburn bath store AU but it had made them want to change the way they lived their life every day.

Since being diagnosed with ADHD I have suddenly had something to blame for traits I have that have been difficult to bear or highly inconvenient my whole life. I have had many days where I've broken down crying and said that I wished I didn't have ADHD and I could just Do Stuff Normally, With Planning And No Time Blindess. But Cheer Up Buttercup wasn't planned. It was entirely organic. I only sketched out the barest of plot outlines, which quickly spiralled into something completely different while I was writing the chapter where Todd decides to turn his life around. And I don't think I could have written it if I didn't have ADHD.

(I've also had multiple reviewers tell me that they love the way I write Dirk, particularly the neurodiverse aspects of his character. I write Dirk's neurodivergent expression partially based on my own feelings and experiences, and I always knew I had autism while writing Dirk, so I tagged "autistic Dirk" often. Being told that my Dirk seemed very ADHD was one of the first things that made me go, huh?? hmmm. uh-oh. nahhhh.)

I realise that I may sound here like I have a hugely inflated sense of self-importance and like I think my bath bomb store AU is a culturally relevant text soon to be studied in high schools across the nation. I promise I have no such illusions, it's one fic for a relatively small fandom, posted when the fandom was already losing traction and when hope of any further content was very slim. But I can't talk about that fic self-deprecatingly, I refuse to talk about it with anything other than affection and sincerity because it means a lot to me for many reasons, and chief among them is how much it means to other people.

I've had so many people leave comments or message me telling me that reading that fic made them want to change their life, or that they've reread it more than once and each time it motivates them to care for themselves. To me it doesn't matter if they're as successful as Todd is, or if the change is permanent, or even particularly long – and I definitely don't take credit for work that, ultimately, they and/or their loved ones do. I also know that I'm far from the only fic writer who's gotten reviews like that. But even then and either way, the value conferred onto that 100k ship fic by even one person telling me it has made them care about themself, even for just a moment, feels so immense to me that I can't picture the scope of it in my mind's eye.

By extension I feel a value has been conferred onto me, and my efforts, and my thoughts and feelings. And my brain, and the way it works. Because all of those things were put whole-heartedly into that fic. Again, I don't mean this in the sense of ego or importance but in the sense that it feels like being given a gift which in itself is the awareness of having a gift. Having it in the sense of being given it by others, having it in the sense of being born with it, having it in the sense that I want to give it to another person. It expands endlessly onto itself, precious and beautiful and startling. And a gift is something to be grateful for.

So, yes, alright, I may have not planned this post out either at all, as I very clearly start off saying that I can't describe how the reviews make me feel, then go on to try to describe how the reviews make me feel. And yes, this post may in fact have just been prompted by someone commenting on Cheer Up Buttercup and reminding me that I've written something worth rereading, and I likely would not have written this post this way if I knew how to Do Stuff Normal With Planning And No Time Blindness. But, thankfully, I have ADHD, so I just spent some uncertain amount of time realising that it's dumb that I'm imposing Do Stuff Normal People Rules on me, when I'm a Do Stuff At Total Random With Zero Planning But Golly Gosh, So Much Heart kind of person. And instead of waiting another two years for my brain to suddenly not have ADHD so I can finish my Farah fic and then, I don't know, become a bank clerk or something, I should just find a fic, any happy little fic, and write that. And trust that wherever it takes me will be more interesting than this.

And I miss the DGHDA universe. It is practically custom tailored for Do Stuff At Total Random With Zero Planning But Golly Gosh, So Much Heart kind of people. I miss finding a way to put a horse in a bathroom in every fic. I'll stop doing it once it stops being funny to me personally.

*As in I literally had a mental breakdown, that’s why I disappeared from the fandom. Not that I was a prominent person in any way I just mean that I used to interact with mutuals and friends a lot on Discord and Tumblr and then I just sort of disappeared.

#i know like three people will see this most likely but pls dont reblog #i can't honestly imagine anyoen would i just put that tag on to anything i don't want reblogged #shout out to ao3 user aindia for the comments ily <3 #cheer up buttercup #this is not me giving up on my farah fic btw i will never truly give up on her #i've done a todd introspec fic and i've thought extensively about dirk introspec enough to have basically written one #farah deserves more content bc here's the thing you're honour she's a nightmare #MY nightmare

[darkheliotrope]

The Laboratory V2...

#dark heliotrope #my nightmare #generative ai #photoshop #strange worlds #ai generated #brainiac