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ayyy-imma-ninja · 6 months

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Oh jeez….

Things aren't so hot over here either...

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #lunar fairy #moondrop fairy #fnaf dca au #fnaf daycare au #dca fairy au comic #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #moondrop #fnaf lunar #doodles #doodle sketch #night terrors #the boys are fighting again

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zee-rambles · 10 months

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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

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grapementos · 10 months

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night terrors

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: night terrors

bakugo doesn't sleep with more than one blanket or pillow. when he's persuaded into participating in halloween, he refuses to wear a full-face mask.

covid was a nightmare for him. he didn't go outside when he didn't have to, which meant plenty of grocery deliveries. masks triggered his anxiety to the fullest, but of course he wore it when he absolutely had to leave the house.

now, you had plenty of opinions and reservations about u.a. and the hero commission, most of them comprised of colorful language and a world full of screaming until you're red in the face.

they ruined not only bakugo, but so many other teenagers that thought they were doing the right thing. they thought they were training to become admirable role models, people who were going to be trained to use their unique gifts to save and protect people. they thought they were going to become heroes.

instead, all they got was ptsd and a handful of other mental illnesses that left them in therapy, on meds, or with debilitating night terrors.

bakugo unfortunately suffered from frequent night terrors. despite therapy and going on 3 years of being medicated for his anxiety, he still woke you up in the middle of the night with throat-ripping screams.

sometimes, you'd find him in the corner, screaming at you to get away, stop, leave him alone. it was heartbreaking.

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some days you could gauge when he was going to have an episode. his hands were shakier, eyes unfocused, and his mind was just elsewhere.

today, he was exactly like that, only worse. you could tell his brain was all over the place, and you hated it. you hated how his brain turned against him and forced him to think the worst, most painful thoughts. it bound him to his worst memories, forcing him to relive his them over and over. his own brain.

you did everything you could to assuage the brain fog. you made him tea in the mornings, kept the house tidy, and tried to keep him from performing any heavy tasks. it was difficult, considering he didn't much fancy being helped or taken care of. when it was you, though, he let you.

after a particularly difficult day, the two of you settled into bed together, silent as you faced each other, gazing in silence.

"i'm scared." he whispered, finally breaking the silence.

just a look in his eyes was all it took for you to know it was true. he was terrified.

you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb over the skin, "i know. it's okay to be scared."

he shook his head, squeezing your hand. he squeezed his eyes shut, breaths quickening as he thought about the idea of sleeping. sleeping wasn't kind to him, and he knew it, because he never, never slept well.

"hey, hey, just breathe, okay?" you breathed deeply to set an example, one slow inhale preceding a lengthy exhale, "like that."

he followed your example, slowly relaxing his features, "yeah, yeah, okay."

"i know you're scared," you whispered, "but no matter what, i'm here. no matter what monster you see, no matter who's out to get you, you're going to open your eyes and it's gonna be me. it'll always be me."

he nodded, wordlessly, and scooted into your waiting arms.

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you slept lightly since living with bakugo. that's what made it so easy for you to identify the earliest signs of his episode.

every shift in the bed, every ruffle of the sheets, you were stirring.

so when he sat up, you were half-awake. his steps fully woke you.

you shot up to a sitting position, watching carefully as he stood still for a moment.

"baby?" you whispered, scooting over to the edge of the bed.

no response. he walked over to the center of the room, going stiff.

"kats?"

just as you called out to him, he let out the most throat ripping scream you'd heard.

you jumped on the spot, blood going cold as the shriek reached your ears. your hands shook as you took your first step on the bed, careful to not get too near.

he faced you, eyes open but unseeing. they were glazed over, looking right through you with the most fear-filled eyes you'd ever seen. he was terrified, looking at you as if you had a knife in your hand and a slasher theme following you wherever you went.

"get away!" he screeched, staggering backwards, "get the fuck away!"

your heart shattered at his words, but you knew it wasn't about you. you sucked up your fear, your sadness, and took a deep breath to ground yourself.

"okay, okay. i'm sorry," you spoke calmly, sitting down on the floor cross-legged, "i didn't mean to scare you."

your voice still wavered, still shook with the fear you definitely felt.

he didn't seem to hear you, but your smaller presence seemed to make him feel less threatened.

he was grunting, groaning, crying. his stance was defensive, ready to defend. those hero instincts that he learned as a teenager, the need to protect himself because he was always, always in danger, never left.

that always scared you. the possibility of him activating his quirk and using it on you. but being hurt isn't what scared you--it was the guilt you know he'd feel. you were terrified of him leaving you because he thought he was a danger, or too much to handle. that couldn't be farther from the truth.

you just watched, at least five feet away from his shaking form. you wouldn't touch him, wouldn't yell or panic. you'd just watch, occasionally whispering some affirmations.

it took a while for him to calm down, to stop yelling and crying. about ten minutes later, his eyes went blank again and he walked himself back to the bed and laid down.

you followed him with your gaze and pushed yourself up with a soft sigh. after a moment of processing, you grabbed a water from the kitchen and set it on his nightstand.

you checked him once more to make sure he was comfortably asleep before taking your place next to him.

you watched his face, scanning it for any signs of discomfort or anxiety. nothing. as if it had never happened.

you kissed his forehead, "i'm so sorry, my love. i hope things won't always be like this."

ngl, i have so many opinions on all the trauma these poor kids have gone through, but i like to avoid discourse at all costs. also, i had to do some research on night terrors, so i hope i wasn't too far off.

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shawnfreki · 1 year

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Artwork by Igor Kieryluk.

#igor kieryluk #night terrors #night demon #sleep paralysis #art #artwork #esoteric #esoteric art #esoteric artwork #occult #occult art #occult artwork #dark art #dark artwork #horror art #horror

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goryhorroor · 6 months

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day 22 of horror: tobe hooper

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badwolfwriter · 5 months

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Ok but can you imagine:

The doctor always sleeps in the tardis. Of course he does, that’s his home. But one night he and Donna are having so much fun on the couch and they kinda just… drift off together. Shaun smiles and drapes a blanket over them as he heads to bed.

But how well does the doctor sleep? Does he actually? Or does Donna wake in the night to him thrashing and crying and whimpering and shouting, begging for friends long gone and battles long lost, hands clutching at thin air and body curling into the fetal? Does she wake him, right as the rest of the family, also woken by the noise, starts to stagger sleepily and confusedly down the stairs? Only to be greeted with the site of the doctor, hair ruffled from sleep, sobbing in Donna’s arms.

And of course the doctor tries to leave. “I’m fine,” he’ll say, and try to slink away to the tardis. He plans to nip off to some planet for a few days, until he can bear to look them all in the eyes again. But they don’t let him. He’s piled with blankets, and tea, and is told by Donna to sit his scrawny ass back down and tell her what he dreamt of. And maybe he does. Maybe he just sits, feeling the comforting pressure of his family hugging him from all sides. Rose is grabbing a stuffed toy she’s been working on just for him from the shed- and you know the doctor loves it. Donna and Shaun on either side, with even Sylvia there. She’s carding her fingers through his hair, cos her daughter and granddaughter both love that, so why wouldn’t this new child of hers as well? And so the doctor sits, and breathes. And drinks his tea, until his limbs stop shaking and his lip stops quivering. But later he’ll talk about it. And eventually, he’ll stop always sleeping in the tardis. Cos he trusts that he can be seen, and loved, and cared for by his family.

#doctor who #14th doctor #david tennant #donna noble #rose noble #shaun noble #sylvia noble #catherine tate #healing #trauma #night terrors

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thingsmk1120sayz · 8 months

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Night Terrors

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harry-styles-obsessed · 8 months

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Separation anxiety

Synopsis: Harry and readers son has always been attached to Harry and always being anxious when he’s not around but one evening the anxiety flies through the roof and Harry’s immediately there to comfort his son. Most things don’t work but Harry has the perfect remedy up his sleeve…

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Pairings: daddy! Harry x reader

“Ethan go to sleep,” you called up the stairs hearing your five year old son shouting for you. “But mummy!” “Ethan go to sleep.” “Can I tell you something mummy?!” A soft sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes “go to sleep Ethan otherwise I’ll come up there and put bedtime music on instead!” Harry soon called, backing you up and instantly making the boy fall silent. It was always difficult to put him to sleep, especially at 7 pm, he just didn’t like going to sleep, always and constantly making up reasons as to why he can stay awake. But you and your husband Harry have to always be firm with him. It takes its time but it works.

Harry exhaled beside you, running his fingers through his hair before he looked at you “anything we doing tomorrow?” He asked, voice slightly husky from how tired he was his hair a beautiful mess and his green eyes darker than usual yet still filled with nothing but the utmost love. “Don’t think so,” you shook your head slightly before Harry jumped up dropping his phone onto the couch allowing you to get a look at his phone which was on the ring camera showing the delivery driver waiting outside. You had both had hectic days and most definitely didn’t feel like making dinner. Harry quickly rushed to the door pulling the door open and smiling at the man “thank you so much,” he took the food from him, the keys jingling in the door quite loudly sending pure anxiousness through poor little Ethan

“Daddy!!” The boy yelled at the top of his lungs “daddy don’t leave me!” You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, Ethan always had anxiety about you or Harry leaving him… it was horrible.. him believing that you’d up and leave him to fend for himself. No way. It broke your heart that his vivid imagination was capable of creating such venomous thoughts.

Harry quickly dropped the food onto the kitchen counter before running up the stairs hurriedly and rushing into Ethan’s room, finding the boy stood up tears streaming down his cheeks his chest heaving “hey… hey… oh,” Harry’s muscular arms quickly wrapped around the small boy, lifting him up into his embrace, the boy beginning to sob into Harry’s neck fisting his T-shirt in his hands as the child wailed,

“I thought you were going to leave me daddy! I-I thought- I- I would never see you again!” Harry rubbed up and down Ethan’s back slowly and gently rocking him back and forth in his embrace “shhh… I’m still here.. I’m right here… I’m never gonna leave you. I couldn’t leave you. I love you too much.” Harry continued rocking him back and forth in a soothing manner, pressing little kisses to the top of his head the boys crying soon dying down as he became calmer and calmer.

“I love you daddy” he whispered out quietly “I love you too, bud… love you to the moon and back in fact,” he spoke softly chin resting atop of his head “don’t leave me daddy… I scared…” he whispered and Harry hushed him softly “I’m not gonna let you go. Okay? I’m here.” His hand continuously rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently over and over again, his fingertips massaging into the boys spine and Harry heard his sons breathing grow deeper proving he was starting to relax and so that’s when Harry decided to send his son completely into dream land, a peaceful dreamland…

“You want me to sing for you?” He soon asked quietly, receiving a little ‘mm-mm’ in return and he smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead,

“Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home”

Soon after those lyrics came to an end Harry continued humming them over and over again until feeling the boy go limp in his embrace and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before carefully lowering him into his bed, covering him with his blankets and placing a teddy in his embrace “love you buddy. Sleep well.” He paused for a moment or two to make sure he would remain asleep before he silently left the room before hurrying downstairs to where you were, you had already set up dinner and as soon as Harry appeared around the corner you smiled wrapping your arms around him instantly and pressing a kiss to his lips “I guess we know he loves your singing just as much as me hm…” a soft giggle left your lips and Harry smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead “I guess so. But it makes sense… mother like son hm?” He smiled giving you a squeeze “I love you.” He muttered gently “love you too.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, your heart was his and you knew your sons heart was Harry’s too… Harry was not only your comfort person but Ethan’s as well… you both needed him as much as each other… but Harry needed you just as much… he may be your everything but you’re his everything as well.

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ethereal-maniac · 1 month

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Night Terrors, Nightmares

Fem!Reader x Copia, Swiss and Mountain (mainly x Copia)

❗️TW❗️: Night terrors/Nightmares, not explicitly stated what about but reader is very shaken up, a little angsty?, over all comfort.

A/n: this based mostly on my experience with night terrors so be kind and please let me know if I missed any triggers, I hope you enjoy this one <3

Summary: When reader has been woken up in a panic for weeks, Copia tries to help.

Italian Translations: Dolcezza = sweetness, Amour = love, Amour mio = my love, Tesoro = darling, Topolina = little Mouse, si = yes

Sobs racked through your body as you cried into Copias chest, trying to get yourself under control as he gently pets your hair, murmuring sweet Italian words.

It had been another terrible night for you, waking up distressed and sticky with sweat. It was the same every damn night, pain and suffering flooding your mind to the point where you were afraid to sleep. Weeks of this indescribable torment.

Your body was shaking, trying to rid itself of the adrenaline that had overtook your sleeping form for 7 long minutes. Your mind raced through every little thing you could remember.

Thank Satan Copia had insisted on staying over for the night, he had noticed your distraught appearance lately and was increasingly concerned when you opened up about your night terrors. So the arrangement was made, he would sleep in your room for the night. Maybe it would help?

He had this aura of calmness around him, one that was quick to subside your screaming and crying to quieter whimpers and hiccups.

"That's it dolcezza, let it all out. You're safe here with your papa, hm? He will not let anything bad happen to you."

He continued to pet your hair and hold you delicately in his arms, his heartbeat steady and soothing against your tear stained cheek.

You follow the patterns of his breathing and you soon find your body slowing down to it's normal rhythms.

"There she is, you do not have to be afraid now, you're right here in my arms, si? Nothing can get to you here."

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you were truly back in the present time again.

"Thank you" you whisper out hoarsely in a small voice. Not once had you been able to calm down this fast. Usually it took an hour, if not more to remotely calm yourself down.

"You do not have to thank me, I'm doing my duty as your papa, it’s my pleasure amour mio." He smiles softly as your fatigued form begins to completely slump against his.

"Do you want to go back to try going back to sleep?" He asks, pressing a comforting kiss onto your temple.

You shake your head no, "I'm too scared" you whisper again.

"Well we can't have than now can we tesoro? How about I call one or two of the Ghouls in here, they can give you a cuddle, bring you snacks and a drink while we wait for sleep?" Copia asks while slowly sitting up against the headboard of your bed, managing to keep you secure in his grasp.

"Aren't they asleep right now?" You peer up at him, your eyes a little sore from being squeezed shut so tightly.

"Ah, do not worry about that." He reassures you with a smile and a wave of his hand, "we both know they'd do anything for you."

You nod slowly and before you know it, Swiss and Mountain are at your door with a water bottle and armfuls of snacks they know you like.

"We weren't sure what you'd be feeling like so we just took everything" Swiss grins and drops half the snacks by you on the bed.

You smile at his silliness and welcome the bits of Quint energy he filters through to you when he curls up against your back.

“You’re having very loud thoughts aren’t you baby?” Swiss coos comfortingly, slinging his arm gently around your waist.

The Ghouls all know you don't like any Quints going through your mind, no matter how intensely you were stressing out. So was easier for a Multi to feed little bits of it to you to take away the edge of your stress without going through your head.

You quickly grew sleepier, especially when Mountain started massaging your achey leg muscles.

"Take a sip of this, it'll help everything" Mountain encourages, handing the drink bottle to you which you now realise is a thermos filled with the most calming/sleep inducing tea Mount could find.

You take a couple of long swigs from it, happily sinking further into the pillows when you'd had enough.

"Thank you, all three of you. You're too good to me." You hum, feeling the liquid start to soothe your throat already.

"No, no, no, you're very deserving of all this love babygirl" Swiss rumbles from behind you, a purr erupting from deep in his chest when he feels you melt into his cuddles.

Mountain trills with agreement to Swiss' statement, crawling up to lie his head on your stomach while interlocking your fingers with his.

"I think the snacking can wait til tomorrow, eh? You look so sleepy in this little cuddle pile, under these blankets and Ghouls, you remind me of my rats in winter, topolina" Copia murmurs, knowing his voice is grounding to listen to.

You babble something incoherent but it sounded happy so the three smile as you drift off into a more peaceful slumber. Swiss and Mountain soon follow behind but Copia waits a while until he’s sure you’re okay before kissing your temple once more and falling asleep.

Do not plagiarise or translate my work without permission

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lucidpast · 3 months

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"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

#bedtime story #bedtime stories #nightmare #reading #night terror #night terrors #illustration

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 9 months

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Whump Prompt #1211

@crash-bump-bring-the-whump asked:

Ooo we love screaming and thrashing and crying but what about some prompts for a whumpee who doesn't have audible or obvious visible tells that they've just woken up from a nightmare? Some stoic whumpee who has (possibly secret) trauma related to the idea that it's dangerous for people to know they've woken up outside of their usual schedule?

I can give it a go:

They stare into space for most of the day, responding just enough that people don’t become concerned, but their mind is racing.

After they wake up, they just lay there, lungs burning, eyes darting to everything they can see in their field of view. They check, and check again, and keep straining their eyes until they give themselves a headache that lasts all day.

Maybe the friends/team find out while on an outing. The stoic whumpee really doesn’t want to sleep around them, but it’s a case of ‘damned if they do/damned if they don’t’. Perhaps the stoic whumpee falls asleep sooner than everyone else, but of course wakes up in the middle of the night due to a terror. The team catches them startling awake, and are understandably concerned, especially since the whumpee is still and barely breathing.

^ It takes them a worrying amount of time to convince them to breathe, and when they do It’s a disturbing, garbled gasp that invites tears.

^ Maybe they pull back, maybe they run, or maybe they just... break down.

Maybe sometimes the stoic whumpee wakes in a cold sweat. Maybe the confines of their blanket makes them want to scream.

What if they wake up, still feeling as paralysed as they were in their dream, and they panic?

Even if they wake up hours early, the force themselves to remain still - until their muscles ache and their head pounds. They count the ticks of the clock/wait for their alarm to go off. Snapping from rigid to suddenly ‘awake’ makes them lightheaded, and they nearly trip as the get out of bed. Their heart pounds.

#I love your url #whump #writing #prompts #nightmares #angst #ideas #night terrors #hiding emotions #stoic whumpee #team dynamics #panic #worry #anxiety #crying #breakdowns

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 month

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Does Lunar ever have Night terrors about KC or the Blood Twins?

they are the reason he has them, so yes

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #lunar fairy #night terrors #bloodmoon imp twins #goblin kc

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zee-rambles · 1 year

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We’re all here.

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amaranthine-apollo · 1 month

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Rewatching Vinland Saga with tears in my eyes

This version of Thorfinn hurts me so so much. The way he’s tired of fighting back with people and becomes basically a husk of a person hits so hard. It makes me want to cry with the reoccurring night terrors he experiences..

This poor boy, I love him so much I feel so bad.

#thorfinn vinland saga #vinland saga #vinland saga season 2 #slave arc vinland saga #thorfinn #night terrors #trauma #ptsd #brb crying #he makes me sad #crying my eyes out #hes so tragic #my baby

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yazthebansheek · 19 days

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day 6.draw one of the Crp clowns/jesters! + Headcanons! (Candy Pop)

He is 7’2

Loves eating candy.

Will have psychotic sugar rushes sometimes and then pass tf out.

Yk he has that man spread ass sit bro💀💀

Honestly really childish

Long ass tongue…

Ayo what can that tongue do 🤨😏

Def likes Jason in that way.

Bisexual…AND BIPOLAR!!!!

ADHD.

Likes to annoy, scare, and piss people off for fun.

Careless, reckless, ruthless and sadistic.

Masochist?

Prankster + jokester

Kind of narcissistic / over confident.

Kinda hard to offend/anger.

Doesn’t like people seeing him in his night terror form.

100% horny 80% of the time.

He doesn’t really care about gender. If he can fuck he will fuck.

Whore. absolute fucking slut. Cock slut. Loves pussy. Loves cock. Sluttiest thot in this motherfucking bitch. Cunty thotty slutty whore.💀💀💀💀💀 (I can’t take myself seriously bro)

Doesn’t wear make-up. That’s legit js his face.

Sharp ahh teeth like boy-

Waaaaayyyyy too over protective of his sister, Candy Cane.

One of the best bff’s you could ever have, Nathan is Lucky.

Ofc his bestie is Nathan, it’s literally Canon!!!!<3

Kinda gets jealous easily? Mostly when he doesn’t get attention or gets attention absolutely stolen from him.

Loves to be the center of attention

He uses black magic, dark magic, demonic magic, voodoo, witchcraft, whatever cursed/dark magic you can think of, he does it or has done it.

List of things he loves: #3. Jason. #2. His sister. #1. His hair!!!!

He loves his hair more than anything, a bitch even think about touching his hair he will backhand them so motherfucking hard they forget how to speak.

He doesn’t really like judge angels. Why? Because most things related to a fucking angel, he hates. He has never really met her though so….He just always judges a book by its cover honestly.

Him and LJ fight a lot, but they can get along together sometimes.

His father figure? Oh hell yeah, y’all know it’s Papa Grande. Fuck slenderman, ain’t nobody like that old bitch.

Upside down crosses everywhere. <3

He likes bright colors.

Jason will have this man in a corset sometimes like holy shit???!

He’s a mini fashionista and also Jason’s model/inspiration sometimes.

Coming in contact (touch) with some holy objects or angels will cause him 3rd degree burns😘🩷 and he just doesn’t really like holy water, but it won’t burn him.

Bibles and some holy shit makes him weaker, but in a more painful way. Which usually makes this man screech in pain<3333 I’m such a sadist 🥰😇

He doesn’t like angels or people in most religions

He likes to play dress up/other games with sally, sometimes LJ and Jason will join too!

Whenever playing Alice in wonderland with Sally, he’s the Cheshire Cat.

He’s a top obvi!!!

he can enter and exit through mirrors as he pleases.

He can teleport

He/They/it

Likes to hang around the pasta kids because they lure in unsuspecting worried adults (aka free prey for Candy ;))

Candy, Pop, Poppy, Night, Poppyseed, C.pop, whore, Hatsune Miku, Raspberry fairy demon, Hatsune Miku demon jester, fairy princess jester demon, Slut, bestie, clown, raspberry, creepy blue clown bitch, night terror, night terrors, cluster demon, the collector, emperor of the dark, dark emperor, the dark omen, demon from the abyss, abyss demon.

He can steal other people’s powers, supernatural strength and speed, he can jump high, adapt to his environment quickly, really good sharp senses, enhanced visuality, and can phase through walls (ghosting)

Manipulation, teleportation, dark architect, power gifting, mind control, mastermind, nightmare manipulation, shapeshifting, magic (mentioned b4), levitation, invisibility, soul absorption

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thingsmk1120sayz · 9 months

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My PTSD school nightmares

#ptsd tw #dreamcore #dream core #fog #night #nightmare #nightmares #night terrors #weird core #the backrooms #backrooms #limminal spaces #liminal spaces #dream #dreaming #dreams

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