#sleep paralysis tw

[calamitycatchaos]

Every time someone mentions 'The Hat Man', I can't help but picture it as HIM. We all know he's absolutely petty enough to become a random person's sleep paralysis demon, just for funnies.

#black hat #black hat villainous #the hat man #sleep paralysis #sleep paralysis demon #sleep paralysis tw

[painofhumanity]

@lostxtosunlight continued from here

Morgan couldn't turn his head towards Yuki, couldn't even open his mouth to reply. All he could do was whimper to let his boyfriend know he heard him. His eyes were fixed on the shadowy thing he saw in the corner, afraid to look away in case it moved towards him--towards them.

It's not real.

Morgan blinked and shifted his eyes towards Yuki with desperation. He groaned helplessly through his clenched jaw and looked back at the shadow that was. . .just a shadow, now. He frowned and his fingers started twitching as feeling came back into his limbs. Morgan hummed and tried to move his hand towards Yuki.

#{💀} morgan johnson ; threads #lostxtosunlight #sleep paralysis tw #panic attack tw

[thelasttime]

today i learned my sleep paralysis demon is actually a grey dog

#.txt #sleep paralysis tw

[subsiist]

Setting: Tribute center, floor twelve (penthouse suite), Katniss and Peeta's bedroom, night two of the Games - @incaensio

It's the same dream.

Peeta is running through the woods stumbling over branches. Peeta! It's his name, shrieked in Katniss' voice, just like he remembers it after the announcement during the 74th games. He's coming... he'll get to her. Peeta!

He falls to the ground after tripping on a branch and there's an uncharacteristic amount of blood for such a small thing. He tries to get up - Peeta! - but he cries out in pain, falling to the side as he stands. Horrifyingly, he looks down and... his leg is gone. There is nothing to it but a bloody stump, the rest of it blasted away somewhere.

No - not blasted... Peeta! He hears his name again, but it's no longer in her voice. It's a growl and he turns to the side to see a mutt. The dog-like one from his Games, but transformed. It's not just the eyes that belong to Cato, but the voice too. The mutt is speaking to him, calling his name in his old ally's voice. Peeta! It's Cato. Peeta! Isla. Then Glimmer and Clove.

Finally, the eyes shift and he sees Chandler's gaze staring back. His soft voice speaking out Peeta's name, over and over again. Peeta, Peeta, Peeta.

Peeta gasps awake.

He blinks rapidly, trying to get his bearings. He's in the Tribute Center, up in his room, and he can feel Katniss next to him. Like always after his nightmares, he can't move. He can't speak or scream out for help. And he knows he'll see the last thing he did before waking, can sense it in the room with them.

As soon as he thinks it, it's there. The Chandler-mutt. Right on the bed with them, sitting at the edge. He can almost feel the weight on his good leg and his heart beats wildly. It's not real, he tells himself, but can't tear his eyes away from the beast that is ready to tear him up once more. He'd gotten Chandler killed, after all. Turned him into this.

How many deaths can someone bring before they deserve it, too?

#death tw #gore tw #nightmares tw #night terrors tw #hallucinations tw #sleep paralysis tw #sorry lots of tw #incaensio #character | peeta mellark #interaction | peeta mellark #eventideevent03

[psychelis-new]

have you ever had a sleep paralysis in which you were in a weird/vulnerable position and then someone kinda tried to do something you didn't want and had to defend yourself and woke up suddenly like with a siren/alarm in your ear and a pain in your back (also the weird position you were during the paralysis involved the point you feel pain in)

so strange i didn't had to move a leg to wake up as usual but made it anyway

#. #psychelis talk #sleep paralysis tw #i think the pain is also caused by something that happened yeatrday tbh #...oh i think i got it all

[yarn-dragon]

Whumptober day 2! Isadora wasn't used to nightmares but oh, how everything changes

#whumptober 2023 #no.2 #I'd call out your name but you won't call back #unprepared casters #fic #sleep paralysis tw #unprepared casters fic #the king is dead #Isadora Eirik #nightmares #enjoy!

[aercnaut-archived]

I think he has nightmares about rattlesnakes? Sometimes he dreams of Alma specifically, other time he encounters snakes in a symbolic way - in the form of snakeskin or poisoned rodents, or vaguely undulating tangles of scaled bodies; but they're always, undubitably, a recurring omen. The worst is when he can't see Alma, but he can hear her rattle.

what do you imagine my muse has nightmares about?

just gonna take a second to scream ooc real quick because holy shit you read my headcanons??? i am going to kiss you on the mouth (or gently pat you on the head if you're not into that.)

anyways, you're right. lee frequently has nightmares about rattlesnakes, not just because of alma, but because of pierre mcconville's rattlesnake daemon as well.

for the first few weeks after killing his father, lee would have auditory hallucinations of a rattlesnake's rattle, especially at night or when he was alone (which went away after awhile but started up again after his confrontation with mcconville in the north.) hester would always reassure him it wasn't real, and that if it were, she'd be able to hear it, too, but nothing could quell his fears.

it began to escalate one night when lee awoke, but couldn't move. he could hear voices and sounds that had business being in the room he was renting -- his mother asking him, horrified, what he's done, his father telling calling him a murderer -- but the one that scared lee the most was the rattle of alma's tail. he opened his eyes, and could feel her crawling on him, up his leg, his torso, and finally peeking out of the blanket he'd been under. the whole time, he couldn't see hester and couldn't call for her, and he couldn't move. it was like he was totally alone with the snake, which shouldn't have been possible.

he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for her to strike, but when he did, he suddenly became aware of a comforting weight on his chest, and hester's soft face pressing into his, trying to wake him up. the sounds stopped, and alma was gone.

lee wound up asking a doctor he'd befriended about it the next day, fearing he was going crazy, but they simply informed him what he'd experienced was sleep paralysis, and was advised to not open his eyes when it occurs and just wait it out until he could wake up.

#*102. happy to go wherever the winds take him // headcanon. #*002. hire yourself an aeronaut // answered ask. #vullcanica #sleep paralysis tw #hallucination tw

[once-was-muses]

There are a handful of motifs and intentions behind Jonathan's current costume, some tactical and others purely aesthetic.

For instance, the long trench coat- broad shoulders supported by aluminium posts- and wide brimmed hat are meant to give him a just vaguely humanoid silhouette while simultaneously filling out his thin form. The coat allows him to store many hidden tools on his person, the hat casting a reliable shadow and allowing him to decide whether his eyes are visible or not in his mask.

Additionally, at first subconscious, it harkens to the "Hat Man" figure many with sleep paralysis (which Jonathan suffers from) have seen during episodes.

#Offered Insight : headcanons #Miasma of Fear : Scarecrow #Such is Predestined : queue tag #sleep paralysis tw

[summerskissed]

hearing an unsettling noise, the witch woman had a strange sense of Deja vu. goosebumps that came over her but failed to melt away. not as though it was dark, or that there weren’t people walking around her to get to their next destination. trapped in her mind a moment as if she was daydreaming or more like having a live nightmare,  but in daylight?  in her efforts to break free, peyton’s subconscious clung to the first sign of life, warm hands, almost close to feverish you could say, gripped their wrist. if it weren’t for the important object ‘round her own wrist, peyton recoiled to believe the burns she could inflict on them. the sound of honking pulls her back in to the safety of civilization, with the realization setting in, the brunette takes her hand away swiftly. “sorry, sorry. I don’t know where my mind is at. sorry.”  she said to the stranger apologetically, nursing a slight fever due to fighting the effects of the bracelet. 

@hiddenstarters​

#tbt #hw: starter #have this trash #nightmare tw #daydream tw #sleep paralysis tw #just to be safe? #i imagine trying to use her abilities while having the bracelet on as its magic in itself weakens her

[miasma-of-fear]

There are a handful of motifs and intentions behind Jonathan's current costume, some tactical and others purely aesthetic.

For instance, the long trench coat- broad shoulders supported by aluminium posts- and wide brimmed hat are meant to give him a just vaguely humanoid silhouette while simultaneously filling out his thin form. The coat allows him to store many hidden tools on his person, the hat casting a reliable shadow and allowing him to decide whether his eyes are visible or not in his mask.

Additionally, at first subconscious, it harkens to the "Hat Man" figure many with sleep paralysis (which Jonathan suffers from) have seen during episodes.

#The Maze of the Mind : headcanons #Backlog : queue tag #sleep paralysis tw

[scrawnytreedemon]

Woke up from a weird dream with a weird plot about like,,,, some ‘abandoned’ characters settling in some abstract mountain hills in a dark grey world, coming an going once they’re ready to leave, and then like,

One of the guys brings the Plain Doll, or a representation/copy of her with him, and I’m suddenly ripped from my purely narrational/observing role into my bed into a sleep-paralysis hellscape where the ideas of immobilisation and helplessness and conforminty and everything associated with a doll are pounded into my and I just lay there in that frock and gown that might as well be a straightjacket as the sheer mental assault goes on, watching and waiting for the worst to happen.

Sleep paralysis is painful for me. Physically and mentally; but of course, because it’s a dream, nothing lingers.

Nothing should.

I’m glad I can withstand it, that over the years my mind and my body have adjusted and are able to enter into a state in which to endure it until it passes, even end it prematurely...

...But man.

I don’t know when I’m gonna return to sleep tonight. Here’s hoping this doesn’t fuck up my sleep schedule; fucking glad to finally get that bloody thing in order.

#nightmare tw #scrawny rambles #sleep paralysis tw #i'd say 'i hate this' but this was one of the milder episodes #and i think i've just sort of... accepted it at this point #in some sense #it is what it is. #i should mention that sleep paralysis has a sliding scale of how dreamlike or awake it can get #mine is very dream-heavy but the sensations are very physical and it'll try to place me in my room anyway #literally a fuckign hell domension #UGH i need to stop i'm creeping myself out again

[who-is-muses]

Below the cut is a list of symptoms Jon experiences from his mental conditions- keep in mind not all of these are intended to be negative and differ from day to day/person to person, mind the tws in the tags before reading

Paranoid Personality Disorder (PPD)

An aversion to people removing his glasses and (comorbid with ASD) touching his hair, the action making him feel vulnerable

Unreasonable suspicions that someone(s)- even loved ones- is/are hiding things from him and/or conspiring against him

Adds to his cynicism, misanthropy, misandry, grudge holding, spitefullness, aloofness, etc.

Leads him to overanalyze words and behavior or read hidden/nonexistent meanings

Recurrent suspicions that either his romantic partner is cheating on him or someone is trying to steal them away

(Comorbid with ADHD/anxiety) Extreme difficulty with relaxing

A recurrent delusion that someone (usually but not exclusively a stranger) is following him with the intent to abduct him, drug him, torture him, and/or rape him

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

An unusually strong disgust with and aversion- ranging from notable to severe, almost phobic- to bodily waste and fluids (specifically feces, urine, vomit, saliva, and semen- albeit the latter two are not a constant)

A need to make his bed and/or organize his sleeping area when waking up and getting ready for sleep

(Comorbid with anxiety/PPD) Checking every new environment and object for any irregularities or suspicious features

Intrusive thoughts, most commonly; being nonconsensually observed and/or photographed/recorded, his hands/face/entire body being covered in invisible filth that he has to scrub away (even if that means using harsh chemicals and/or scrubbing his skin raw), something inexplicably being missing or moved, a need to tear off his fingernails/scars/tear out his hair, he ate/drank or is eating/drinking something somehow tainted, some unidentified person or entity is currently judging his actions, someone or something is planning to take or remove his glasses

Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)

A strong fascination with/“special interest” in gothic literature, chemistry, and fear based psychology

Difficulty processing and recognizing his own emotions

(Comorbid with ADHD) fidgeting and stimming, which he’s repressed and toned down over the years of ridicule and reprimands

Tactile hypersensitivity; not being able to stand the touch of others or specific materials/textures (i.e. sand, faux silk, plastic combs), or on the flipside being extra touchyfeely or petting/stroking/rubbing certain objects/materials (i.e. favored flannel shirts, his corvids, velcro)

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

Mild to notable difficulty remembering names, sequences of events, and specific times

Racing thoughts

A need to be constantly working/doing something, trouble sitting still

(Comorbid with depression/inferiority complex) self destructive, impulsive actions

Sleep Paralysis (SP)

Being touched, grabbed, and squeezed

Eyes- either just one pair or an innumerable amount- staring down at him

The sensation of being sexually assaulted/raped; anything from his genitals being mutilated, to incessant teasing, to being penetrated, to full on re experiencing the repeat abuse of an Arkham doctor (sometimes being back in that point in time, sometimes the doctor having broken into his residence)

A large, unidentified bird torturing him, slowly picking his flesh from his bone- sometimes it has the voice of his great grandmother, sometimes his father, sometimes what he can only assume to be the devil or some such punishing entity

#Offered Insight : headcanons #Miasma of Fear : Scarecrow #paranoia tw #unreality tw #kidnapping tw #drugging tw #torture tw #rape tw #sleep paralysis tw

[firestcr]

5. has your muse ever experienced sleep paralysis? 

Firestar hasn’t experienced sleep paralysis, but he’s had his share of nightmares and occasional insomnia, depending on the amount of stress he’s feeling as of late.

For example, he had nightmares for several nights in a row after Squirrelpaw disappeared (in the second arc when she went on that journey). He also had a lot of trouble falling asleep due to feeling so guilty for arguing with her before she vanished- and because of grief.

#sleep paralysis tw #mention only #answered! #Anonymous Asks #ask to tag

[sir-klauz]

Sleep paralysis/night horror thing has returned a lot in the last few months.. I usually get horrible bouts every 2-3 years but I vaguely made it to 4 this time. I suppose that’s something, but I don’t normally have them as much as this time or multiple separate “occurrences” per night, usually just one. It’s the usual ones but more frequent, it doesn’t help when a hallucination hurts you let alone touches you like that, it doesn’t make it easy to remember it’s not a real thing. Everyone says it’s only “the feeling of it on your chest” due to the famous painting “The Nightmare” but it’s really not only that for physical experiences, I’ve had it compress and hurt my head, hurt my sides, or touch my back before so. It’s hard when logically knowing “it’s not really there!” when it hurts as well as visuals, because even just the paralysis is pretty grim anyway alone.

I’m a bit thrown honestly again, as always when this starts happening again.. I don’t know if I should talk about it here, I used to get worried doing so to anyone really unless they experienced it.. not everyone looks fondly on mental health struggles. I just hope it goes away. I’ll try keep to the back of my mind again so hopefully it goes faster. I’m glad I have a nice manga to pick up and read right now. Everyone else is asleep and I don’t want hugs.

#this is the worst that could happen right now I’ve never dealt at all with this #sleep paralysis #night terrors #I normally don’t bring it up unless I have to either as it influences them to be brought on if I talk about it but they’re already happening #so I guess I’ll just vent a little #I don’t know what id do if I didn’t have manga and nice visuals to calm down and rewrite my mental imagery like I didn’t think to use before #im hallucinating again #nobody is influencing it to be worse this time I’m just obscenely stressed at the moment quite bad a always when it happens #sleep paralysis tw #sleep paralysis cw #please don’t judge me for this it’s a pretty common thing and not nice to experience #I wouldn’t wish it on anyone it’s why I’ve not turned my bedroom lights off in 10 years when it started #my dreams have always been very vivid though but there’s a huge difference between regular nightmares and this stuff #reminder to anyone who goes through this they’re not real demons and physical pain or touch is temporary and you will be able to move again #I used to try take all sorts as a teenager to try block it out from happening but I don’t wanna do that anymore as I have responsibilities

[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

#monster lover #smut #writers on tumblr #monster fucker #monster kink #monsterfucking nsft #monsterfucking cw #tw monsterfucking #monster k!nk #k!nky thoughts #monster imagine #monster headcanons #monster smut #monster x human #female reader #writeblr #fantasy #tw noncon #deunmiu dessie #sleep paralysis #paralysis demon #monsterfucker #somnophillia #monster x reader #monster x you #monster x female

[psychelis-new]

Hi, Psychelis. I know that this question can be a little ⚠️ sensitive / triggering ⚠️ (mention of possession). Please ignore this question if you don't wish to answer. Would there be any different sensations we feel during a normal sleep paralysis or if there is spirit trying to take over our body? Thank you in advance!

Hello, don't worry it's not triggering for me but I'll add warnings :)

Sleep paralysis are still being studied these days and it's hard to really understand them from a psychological pov, let's not mention a spiritual one. Honestly Idk, I think it's pretty personal (meaning it may change for everyone). Personally I just had triggers as for my fears/other subconscious feelings or had nice dreams or experienced levitation. Since it's a "soul" experience, I think you may be aware of that during the paralysis (unless you're just experiencing a fear of being possessed, "manifesting your subconscious fears") but I'm not sure though anyway.

#sleep paralysis tw #. #possession tw