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torturedproperty · 11 days

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Sleep Paralysis Friend - Fuzzy

A/N: Part one of the Fuzzy inspired work. This is the start of a collection of works that are heavily inspired by the discography of Waterparks. You will find lyrics and call backs to the song, Fuzzy, (and possibly others) in this work. And since this work isn't completed (I said part one) there will be more added on either as another post, or edited on here (we will date when edited). So without further ado. . .

Warning: This chapter/part contains a slight description of sleep paralysis with mention of character having mental illness. Due note that the writer may be wrong on it, but it's a work a fiction. Don't take it to heart.

Synopsis: Indigo finds trouble sleeping. One night he finds himself helplessly bounded to his bed. Another night, he finds himself with a visitor

Frozen. Nothing listens to the signals my brain sends. My whole body is stapled to the bed and all I can move is my eyes. I can feel my lungs working double time as I try harder to move something, anything. If I scream no note will be heard.

As my eyes adjust to the evening in my room. They scan the room for anything abnormal. I’ve seen a few horror films where this happens, but this is reality. This is my life and my room. Furniture starts to become more than formless shadows and into detailed outlines of each and every item. Depending on how close to the window they are, the more depth it is in my sight.

The right side of my room is darker. With no light reaching out, it seems more of a dark hole of fear. The longer I look, the more pain I get behind my eyes, but I can’t sleep to look away. Something feels like there’s something outside the doorway of my room. The dark shade of gray that forms the wall holds ghastly forms that move slightly like a sheet in the wind.

If I could, I would shake my head and knock the look away. Instead, I close my eyes. It’s the closest I can do to the original plan. I know it’s just the fear that’s coursing through my veins and my imagination trying to scare me. Nothing was truly there in the halls right?

Curiosity, it’s dangerous but it tugs my eyes open once again. My eyes capture figures now in the hall. Tall, dark shadow ones that seem to be glued to the wall. Watching back. They make no advancement towards the bedroom, but they don’t leave either. What did they want? One has eyes, they flicker with life, but before I can get any detail, I close my eyes.

Lungs are pumping and I can barely catch my breath. I keep my eyes tightly closed. With my body out of commission right now, I’m bait for the creatures. All I can do is pray. Pray that I’ll be safe. Then again, religion has never helped, but I’m desperate and scared. It’s a mental prayer to anyone listening. It repeats and repeats like a needle needing to be picked up on the record.

When I open my eyes, light from outside my window is crawling through. Morning has taken the stage.

Those creatures from the other night, they linger and show their faces every so often. According to my therapist it’s just a symptom of sleep paralysis. Whatever is seen during that time is just a figment of my imagination. She states it could be anxiety or any of the other mental demons that I’m fighting on a daily basis.

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Bright lights flash from underneath the blinds, seeping through the perimeter of them. It stays, unlike the headlights of passing cars. This bleeding light stays, highlighting the blinds in my bedroom. The constant purring of an engine only helps piece the idea to fact that the lights were due to a car’s headlights.

My right hand, heavy from resting on top of it, flops onto the night stand that holds my phone. I tilt it from its resting spot before flooding the bedroom with its artificial light. The digits on the lock screen scream 11:50 something. My brain seems to buffer as I take that in. I can read the numbers. This isn’t like the other nights. No. I’m not held against my bed. I can move, I can read. This isn’t some nightmare or anything. This is reality.

Since, it’s real. Who’s pulling up to the apartment at this hour?

I groan before putting my phone back down and covering my head with the pillow. If I ignore it, maybe it’ll go away. Maybe it’s someone who’s just lost, trying to find the interstate. The lies that I tell myself, they are comforting. It’s not something I should get used to, but in this case, it feels safer than letting my brain run away.

Time ticks away, but the lights stay. Mentally counting the seconds that soon turn to minutes. If they were lost, they would have found directions and driven off by now, so what has them locked in place? The car did sound like it was parked.

A groan slips from my lips before I kick the bed sheets off and to the end of the bed. Twisting my tired body from ignoring the window to sitting up and facing the light. Before I can wake up the joints in my knees to pull me off the bed, the engine’s rhythmic hum dies off.

Everything in me locks. Feet are nailed to the carpet. My hands grip the side of the mattress, digging into the fitted sheet and pulling it up. The music in my chest speeds up and plays in my head to the point it’s all I can hear. I close my eyes. They lock tightly like everything in me.

“This is just a dream.” I mutter to myself. “This is a dream and I’m asleep. Another nightmare.” I add, even though it’s a lie. Whatever to help ease the fear that’s running free in my veins again.

Tapping on glass grabs my attention. Too scared, but I open my eyes anyway. The blinds that block my view of the source gives a sort of silhouette of a figure, a person maybe?

I stand. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because death does sound better than living some days. Maybe because I need to know the creator of the tapping. Whatever the reason is, it was deep in my mind. I take a few steps from my bed to the window. Fingers wrap around the white cord that acts as a pulley to the curtain. It doesn’t take much for the blinds to go half way and show the figure.

The moonlight can only give so much detail, but what I can make out is a humanoid figure. Dark features, dark hair, dark clothes, but those eyes are the opposite. They feel electric, but no eyes could be that bright. I know my tired mind is playing tricks on me at this hour.

A hand from him raises before waving towards me before it twists and his fingers curl towards the palm, but one. The index curls then releases, gesturing me outside. The figure does this a few times until its hand joins the rest of his shadow form.

I reach up and slide the lock from one side to the other before I take the lip of the window and tug it upward. My arms want to resist, but the signals in my brain are louder and soon the window is opened up to a quarter.

“Come,” the stranger tempts me with his delicate voice. Soft like a sweet silver bell hidden deep within a christmas song. “Step into the moonlight.”

I glance down at him. He’s shorter, but that may be because the flat is built up on a slight hill. It feels, well strange like this is a scene from a rom com where the boy comes to rescue his sweet princess for an evening in town, but twisted with a horror plot. What’s his motive for showing up at my window and not knocking on the front door like a sane person?

“Climb into my bad night.” He adds.

His English is odd. Speaking in code almost. His bad night? It doesn’t ease the feeling that wants me to close the blinds and call up a friend. It’s too late to ignore him.

I take a step back. Distance between him and I feels right. My head lowers and my eyes fall to the carpet that tickles my feet. Shuffling backwards can tell the stranger I’m not comfortable. Hell, I’m past that, but speaking that feels impossibe.

“Everything is alright.” Normally, if anyone said that, it would come off like a question, especially how I had pulled away, but no. The stranger says it like if I go with him, everything will be alright. Will it though?

I shake my head. “I- I rather. . .” There’s no more confidence in my body and I can’t find anything else to help to drag the words out. I keep my attention on my feet before turning to my bed. I should be asleep, but instead I’m talking to him.

“Ah.” His voice breaks the silence.

Could he understand what I was trying to say? When I look towards him, I see he’s a step away from the window, so it seems so. He’s closer to the car, but how my eyes have adjusted it’s more of a limo. It only adds to the confusion of this interaction.

“Me, myself, and I,” he states. “We like to play a little game called hide and sleep all night.”

It’s a strange way to speak about oneself or were there three of him? Maybe he was part of a set of triplets. At this point, anything is possible. The theory of this being reality is fading with each passing minute.

The game called “hide and sleep” sounds more of something my therapist would say I was doing when the world gets too much to me, but can one play my version with three? This couldn’t be the same thing now could it?

A burst of light comes from my phone on the nightstand and drags me out of all the what ifs my brain was creating. A text flashes, but from this distance I can’t make out any words or who it’s from. All it is is a blur of color and lines that illuminate in front of me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is a dream. Whatever it is, is making my head throb.

I put down the phone and looked back towards the window. Nothing stares back. The stranger vanished all within a few seconds of checking my phone. The only thing outside my window is the dying grass that needed a drink a week ago. No sign of him or that limo that was behind him. Gone like a cinderella case.

My hands rub at my tired eyes to make sure that what I wasn’t seeing was truly gone. Nothing appears in the view. I give a sign before walking over to the window. Nothing. Not even tire tracks. My hands tug the window shut followed by the blinds.

“You’re hallucinating now, Indy.” I mutter to myself before climbing into his bed. The sheets get pulled back up to my shoulders. I close my eyes hoping to drift off back to sleep. Whatever I saw, whoever was there, it wasn’t real. None of that was.

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purpsthings · 2 years

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A lonely valentine's

The day went as normally as any other day for me, but add a little more dread and sadness.

No it wasn't raining nor did I get hurt in a way, it was something else, something more upsetting than those...

Valentine's day....that was today.

All day, I saw love between couples and friends and family...mostly couples, I even saw some people propose to their partners.

Now I know what your gonna ask, 'oh!? Why don't you like valentine's day?', 'its because you don't have a partner yet, in time you'll love it.', 'you just haven't found the one yet.' and all that crap.

Well the answer I have is.... I don't know....I just never really liked it, even as a kid. I never brought candy for the other kids on this day and no one gave me any unless they did the whole class.

But after all day of hearing and seeing lovely dovey people, I finally get home and do somethings around my home.

Cooking, cleaning, dancing and singing, and some other random things until night falls.

I get into bed and think out loud.

" another day of love...for everyone but me..."

By the way, the name anth (AN-TH is how you say it), I go by he/him pronouns and as said before today was valentine's day, or....at least the end of it.

"just one more hour to go, and this stupid day is done. The only positive is the candy and chocolate will be on sale, so I know what I'll be getting tomorrow." I say as I look at my ceiling.

As I look at the ceiling I think back to when I was little and my brother telling me about stories of monsters under kids beds, I wonder if it's still a thing now even though I'm an adult... Let's see.

"hey demon or whatever under my bed...wanna be my first valentine? Even though we have under an hour to do so?" I say smiling, knowing that there's no way-

I heard something under my bed, then a hand with long black claws was now on the side of the bed and pure white eyes looking at me, just above those eyes was short black hair with sharp black horns, along with pointy ears instead of regular ears.

"r-really?" Said the demon(?) In a soft tone.

I look at him with wide eyes, he notices my surprise face and hides his lower face so only his eyes are seen above the side of the bed.

"oh...uhhh....I didn't mean too... How is this...?" I was quite confuse and didn't really believe this was happening.

'am I having a sleep paralysis attack or something...?'

I just kinda look at the demon and he seems concerned.

"was it not for me? Sorry.." he says as he starts to go back under the bed.

I crawl over and try to grab his hand, I somehow did and pulled him back a little to see me.

"I... I did mean it for you, I just thought that you weren't real or wouldn't answer. " I quickly say, pulling him onto my bed.

"oh....well...that's good to hear." He says quietly.

I put my lamb on so I could see him a little better. He was tall even when sitting and quite buff, with skin the color as the void, hair black as said already and glowing pure white eyes. Horns are big and the only clothing he had was a small cloth around his lower area, which I quickly looked away from before I got caught staring.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." He says running the back of his neck and looking away from me.

I smile a little and say " it's fine, you really didn't scare me. Just shocked me was all."

He looks back at me and does a small smile.

"do you still want me to be your valentine?" He asks, his face showing a bit of a darker tone around his cheeks like a blush.

I felt my cheeks heat up and nod my head a little.

"sure. What is your name by the way? My name is Anth." I ask flipping the blankets off me and getting up.

He gets up too, to follow me, " my name is Knot. Where are we going?"

"To the kitchen for a late night snack. What would you like?" I explain as I open the fridge door.

"Do you have chips and dip?" He asked.

I nod and give him the dip and go over to the cabinets to give him the chips.

"Would you like to watch something?" I say as I got my own snacks.

He nods and we both walk over to the couch and sit down. I turn on the TV and flip through the channels landing on a movie I've seen before.

"Is this show ok?" I ask eating some chips.

Knot nodded his head, and I made a 'hmm' noise. We sat watching the movie until we both fell asleep.

' I change my mind about valentine's day, it's decent. But I still like the day after better.'

FIN. 10/22/22 By: Jay/ Purp

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koiblossom5 · 3 years

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tr characters at a sleepover

takemichi: probably the most normal one, which is not a good sign. he’s the type to chomp down aggressively on popcorn during scary movies bc that’s how scared he is. he’s also the first one to pass out, making him the ideal target for pranks (courtesy of mikey, smiley, and kazutora)

mikey: oh god oh fuck. this very violent gremlin will hog all of the snacks, and by all, I mean ALL of them (he’s willing to lend takemichi the popcorn though). nobody can get any sleep bc this little shit snores louder than a vacuum cleaner, much to everyone’s annoyance. oh and the nasty ass creature that’s stealing all of the food in your fridge at night? that’s not your sleep paralysis demon. that’s just mikey with his stupid 3 am snacking.

draken: takes on the role as mikey’s impulse control, but only because no one else will do it. everyone cuddles up toward him during the scary movie because he’s strong and has a very reassuring presence. by the end of the movie, he can’t feel either of his arms or legs. he’ll be willing to buy extra snacks from the local dollar store just so he can get away from mikey.

baji: honestly? just as annoying as mikey. he’s ready to get wild, and constantly squabbles over the snacks with mikey (but he’s willing to share with chifuyu). he lets emma play with his hair while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. before sleeping, everyone has to roll baji up into a blanket burrito because this mf will NOT stop kicking in his sleep. have you ever been strangled in your sleep? oh don’t worry that’s probably just baji dreaming of choking kisaki to death

chifuyu: sneaks peke j in because he can’t sleep without his cat. thankfully, he’s one of the calmer people, probably second to takemichi. he also brings over his nail polish and offers to do everyone’s nails! oh uh, ignore the barfing noises in the background: that’s just chifuyu after he’s eaten one pop tart too many. given up on sleep yet?

mitsuya: he’s willing to be more chill. he loves his sisters, but it’s practically a gift from heaven having one night to himself. he brings all of the snacks, much to mikey’s delight. he’s also probably surprisingly calm during the scary movie, but only because he had a weird but short phase sometime during middle school where he would watch nothing but horror movies. it explains a lot about luna and mana’s upbringing, actually. he’ll try to get inui to model in some clothes for him, much to hakkai’s jealously.

hakkai: slightly bummed because mikey has a super tight grip on the snacks and won’t seem to share (it’s fine, draken is going to get some more). also, mitsuya is asking someone ELSE to model for him, which he seriously can’t stand. luckily, he has someone to rant to (ahem, angry) while he gets his nails done by chifuyu. he’s terrified out of his mind during the movie, screaming really loudly during the jump scares. it’s an odd sight: hakkai’s six foot ass cowering behind mitsuya, who’s calmly munching on some popcorn with takemichi without batting an eye.

pah chin: don’t tell koko, but he somehow managed to sneak his dog, pochi into the fucking house. chifuyu’s not the only one who can’t sleep without his pet. peh-yan is the only one who knows pochi is there. they hide pochi in a closet, occasionally feeding pochi some leftover snacks that mikey hasn’t claimed yet. it’s literally the worst kept secret because these two share a collective brain cell, but somehow no one has noticed yet because there’s too much chaos going on. unfortunately, the closet they hide pochi in just happens to be where koko’s shoes and fancy clothes are stored. don’t worry! koko doesn’t find out until the very next morning, or the morning after THAT, because he’s so exhausted he literally passes out for two days. that’s how much of a headache these dumbasses are

peh yan: nervously helps pah-chin smuggle pochi inside koko’s house. he nearly spills the secret like three times to five different people, but everyone thinks he’s joking. he works off the stress by playing (several) rounds of mario kart with smiley, who is unsurprisingly good at it. after the end of his rage-quit, the TV’s shattered and broken, the consoles are split into two, and koko’s headache turns into a migraine.

smiley (nahoya): whatever you do, do NOT turn your back on this fucking demon. he’s all ready to party and get wild, and by party, he means pranking the shit out of everyone at least once. he’s already got to takemichi literally after he just stepped into the house with the classic bucket prank. takemichi seems to be his favorite target by far, partially because he’s so easy to prank. he reluctantly stops filling the water balloons with boiling hot water only because mitsuya catches him in the act. did I mention that his son of a bitch craves violence?

angry (souya): kind of becomes everyone’s therapist for tonight. he sympathetically listens to his friends’ ranting, purely because he just wants all the tea (keeping a secret? forget it. he’s gonna spill to smiley like ten seconds later anyways). during the water balloon fight, he grabs a giant nerf gun instead, which automatically makes him the winner because everyone’s desperately trying to escape his carnage. after all, he was closest to winning smiley’s paintball party last year.

koko: man I feel so sorry for this guy. everyone chooses his fancy-ass mansion for the location of their sleepover (without permission because permission is for weak ass nerds ofc ). his blood stress and headache is higher than usual, which is saying something. you know that feeling when you’ve had a busy day at school, and your backpack is so fucking heavy it’s practically killing your spine, neck and shoulders? that’s what he’s feeling right now, but worse. don’t worry, everyone trashed his house, but paying for the property damage will barely scratch his bank account.

inui: it’s a little awkward for him because he’s rarely slept over at someone else’s house (other than koko’s), and he isn’t quite close to the others yet. he pointedly avoids other people (mitsuya, who he literally whacked over the head with a baseball bat, hakkai, because he used to be taiju’s subordinate, mikey. because mikey made it very clear that he doesn’t like inui very much, and koko, because fuck you, read the manga). he sticks close to draken’s side and kind of just follows him everywhere until draken tells him to get to know the others better. that leads to him chatting quietly with takemichi, who seems to welcome him. chifuyu’s very eager to paint his nails (red, because it’s the colour of mitsuya’s blood after he got whammied in the head!). mitsuya is determined to make inui his new model project (again, much to hakkai’s envy and distress), and tries to talk to him, which makes inui avoid him because he’s worried that mitsuya’s going to confront him. luckily, it turns out that mitsuya just wants him to try on some clothes, much to inui’s relief. he ends up making some new friends!

kazutora: you thought mikey and baji was bad, huh? well kazutora is (arguably) worse. he’ll keep it civil for the first hour, only making like, 20 snide comments toward chifuyu while chifuyu is doing his nails (the only thing that’s keeping chifuyu from dumping acrylic nail polish all over on kazutora’s stupid egirl banana hair is that the nail polish was expensive as hell ). kazutora’s favorite prank victim also happens to be poor takemichi, which leads to a competition between smiley and kazutora to see who can prank takemichi the most. suffice to say, takemichi had a truly awesome horrible night.

kisaki: i’d like to make one thing clear. this bastard was NOT invited at all. he’d be a mood killer to have around anyways. even if he was, chifuyu would have killed him before he could even take a single step inside the house.

hanma: in a hypothetical turn of events, let’s just say that if hanma WAS at the sleepover (hypothetically, of course), he would be just as chaotic as smiley, except his idea of “fun” is setting something on fire with those stupid cigarettes of his (don’t smoke kids!! protect your lungs). stealing baji’s forte? not cool hanma. :/

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popi-the-fatui · 3 years

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The Night Demon

Akutagawa (BSD) x GN! Reader

Warnings: past injuries, blood, a wee bit of angst. No beta we die like Oda. Akutagawa supremacy you all.

Authors Note: This is the first time I write for a show, and also the first time since highschool that I write something of this length in english (yes, it’s not my first language and it shows). Anyways, of course my first one-shot would be for the angry anemic gremlin as I love him very very much. Also, @theodora3022 you fuel my Akutagawa obssession so if this sucks I’m blaming you (jk... unless?)

The path of your recovery had not been an easy one, to no one’s surprise: taking a sucker-punch (worth the considerable sum of 1 million yen) to the head from an extravagant multi-millionaire really can take a toll on the body. Not that Akutagawa didn’t know that, given the fact that he also had faced the wrath of the Guild’s leader, but still he couldn’t help the one-hour-long reprimand he gave you once you finally woke up in a Port Mafia’s hospital bed after being out for almost a month.

Was his concerned angry scolding helping with your throbbing headache (that, by the way, was getting worse with every word he said)? Nope.

Would you jump in front of your boyfriend to block a glowing fist using your face just to see the adorable angry pout he made after finishing his speech all over again? Most definitely.

Now, it’s been two months since you left the hospital, and though half of your face is still purple and touch sensitive, you're in way better shape than before (not that you know how you looked like, but the face Akun made when you asked if he had any photos of your face while you were unconscious gave you the hint that it wasn’t a pretty picture and that you probably shouldn’t touch that topic again. There goes your morbid curiosity).

Of course, your boyfriend has been attached to the hip with you all through your recovery, partly because he is afraid that you’ll pull out some borderline suicidal thing like that again (Dazai-san would be proud, though), and partly because THE one time he left you alone to go on a mission he came back to your body collapsed on the floor. Apparently bending down to pick the remote is considered “sudden movement” when you have been punched in the face.

But you’re not complaining: Akun’s company is always quality company, and though he has a bizarre unique way of showing how much he cares and longs for you (Exhibit A: all of the pictures he has of you in his phone are actually group pictures he has cropped out so they only have you in them (except for that one picture you have with Dazai, but we don’t talk about that)), you know that this man ADORES you and would go to the ends of earth for you, even if that means sacrificing that magnificent and sublime time of the day when he gets to dote on you after dealing with whatever task the Port Mafia asked him to do, a.k.a. bedtime. Why? Because with you sleeping face up and passed out in painkillers, cuddles and pillow talk are the equivalent of hugging a dead amoeba, and though Ryunosuke Akutagawa is awkward, he is not THAT awkward.

But that night you hadn’t taken your painkillers, given the fact that you’d had a doctor’s check-up earlier that day, and you have been cleared from the meds to see how well you were doing without those happy little pills. And though the pain was tolerable, it was still there, so you went to sleep earlier than your usual hour (also, Akun was on a mission and the remote had fallen to the floor and you really didn’t want to scare him again but there was also a limit to how many murder documentaries you could watch without having the power to change the channel).

You woke up later in the early hours of the night to the feeling of pure dread that you have when you know someone is watching you.

Of course, you didn’t open your eyes: you didn’t want to face whatever entity you know was looming over your supposedly sleeping body. Or at least you tried not to open them until you felt a long, cold finger reaching the underside of your... nose?

You slowly opened your eyes, afraid that if you made any sudden movements you would disturb the eerie calm that surrounded the mannerisms of the creature (?), and once your pupils finally got used to the gloom of the room, you had to suppress your laugh, because right above you, supported by Rashoumon and holding a finger under your nose, was none other than your boyfriend.

“Akun?” you whispered.

“Yes, dove?” he said back just as low, still not breaking his composure.

“What, and I cannot stretch this enough, in the everloving hell are you doing?”

“I’m checking your vitals”

“Oh, cool. Wait, what?” you asked dumbfounded, finally breaking whatever trance you both were in.

“I was making sure you were still breathing, dove” Akun said as it was the most obvious thing in the world to check if your significant other was not dead in their sleep. And they say romance is dead.

“...”

“Akun?”

“Yes, dove?”

“Why were you making sure I was still breathing?”

He didn’t give you an answer. Instead, you could see his face darken (thank you, moonlight) while he turned his face to the side with a pout.

“Akun, look at me, please”

With a sigh, he turned his face to you, and the worry in his eyes broke your heart a little. “Does this have anything to do with my accident?” you asked him, voice laced with a sweetness fueled by his concern, because even though he will never say it outloud, you knew that not that deep inside he blamed himself for what had happened to you. “Love, you know that what happened was 100% my decision, right? And I would do it again and again and again if it means you leave the fight safe and sound”.

“But I can take it! I’ve had way worse! And I know that you’re not weak, please don’t take me wrong, but I know pain, I’ve been through that before! For God’s sake, my job is literally being the Port Mafia’s dog!” Akutagawa was getting agitated by the minute. “And I was the one who had to see and HEAR your face break. I was the one who had to carry your limp body out of the fight. I was the one who had to see your face covered in your own blood. I was the one who had to hear the doctors talk about how you were unresponsive to their tests” Akutagawa was not holding back now, and you were able to see the track his tears were leaving in his pale cheeks. “And I was the one who had to see your face so beaten up that, even though the doctors had already finished their jobs, it was unrecognizable” he ended with a choked sob and that’s when it hit you: why he wouldn’t show you any pictures of the time you were in the hospital, or why he had accidentally unleashed Rashoumon when he found you passed out in the floor, or why he had taken only a few missions ever since you left the hospital.

You were his favourite person, he had almost lost you and what’s even worse, he had to watch.

“Akun, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry” you managed to choke out through your sobs, tears of your own falling through your face. But he knew what you meant:

Sorry for worrying you like that. Sorry for scaring you. Sorry for almost leaving you alone.

“Promise me you’ll never pull something like that again. I can’t afford to lose you, dove. You don’t get to make me fall in love with you and then disappearing from my life just like that”

And if those words didn’t get to you, then his eyes sure did: even through the tears, you could see the desperation and fear in them that would get loose if something bad should happen to you, the person he loves the most. Your heart broke a little bit more.

“I promise” you could see how Akutagawa’s body relaxed at your statement. “But if there’s no stopping you from taking the blows for me, then you at least have to let me take care of you, and you also need to start taking better care of yourself, Akun. Don’t you think you have suffered enough, my love?” You added tenderly, using both hands to wipe out the remnants of his tears carefully.

“You know I can’t promise you that, and I can take it. I can be strong for both of us”

“Then at least try, for me. And are you calling me weak?” you teased, as the mood was much lighter than before after your promise.

“No, and I’ll think about it” You had to give it to the guy: he must really love you if he was willing to compromise with you over this.

“Why is it that I have to promise you something but you have to think about it?”

“I’m your superior”

“Are we not going to address the fact that you still have your finger in my nose even though the way I’m arguing with you right now should be enough proof that not only I’m breathing but alive?”

“...”

“Ok, I’ll try”

BONUS 1:

“Akun?”

“Yes, dove?”

“Why check up on me now? The accident was 3 months ago... Did something happen that made you worry?”

“...”

“This isn’t the first time you check on me while I’m sleeping”

“This isn’t the first time I check on you while you’re sleeping”

“You really need to work on your love language, my dear”

BONUS 2:

“Akun?”

“Yes, dove?”

“Did you know that at first I thought you were my sleep paralysis demon?”

“What?”

“Shut up and go to sleep” he scolded you, hugging your arm so he would not accidentally hurt your face. Not the best cuddle replacement but at least it didn’t feel like a dead amoeba anymore.

#you can take the headcanon that Akun calls his partner dove from my dead hands #also you may be able to notice that i cope with angst through humor #and sorry if this is anti climatic #i dont know how to write #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #ryunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd x reader #fluff #angst #mine #finally i can use the mine tag in a fic

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kaito-is-baby · 4 years

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Can I request the THH cast and a reader who has sleep paralysis often?

Ohhh I love this so much!!! Just today I was watching a lot of videos about sleep paralysis so I hope I get it right. This idea and how many different opportunities it gives... I love it! Plus it's the THH cast and that's always great

DR1 CAST WITH AN S/O WHO HAS SLEEP PARALYSIS P.1

The second part is here

Man, looking for this pic made me very very sad

Makoto Naegi

• It came out as a normal topic while you were talking one day, you didn't even gave it any importance but he did find it pretty concerning

• He didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking about it so he investigated by his own

• And tried to find a way to stop them or at least notice when you are having one and wake you up then

• He found someone talking about how they always managed to move a feet on a sleep paralysis and their boyfriend knew that that gesture meant that they needed to be awaken

• So he told you about it

•Wow, Makoto, how much have you been investigating about it?

• And since then you tried to find that part of your body you could move while he watched you sleep

• And when you two find out he was very happy

•Now he can wake you up whenever you are having a sleep paralysis!

Sayaka Maizono

•Sayaka has a very light sleep so when you wake up from your paralysis she wakes up with you

•"Is everything okay, honey?"

•Now that you have heard her voice yes, she has such a relaxing voice, you feel totally restored now even if you were about to have a heart attack out of fear no longer than a minute ago

•You tell her about your sleeping problem and she listens to every one of your words, nodding at you

•And when you are done she asks you to curl up on her arms until you fall sleep again

•You feel a little ignored, almost as if she had said that your problem wasn't a real problem and just a little nightmare but you don't really care, you fall asleep like a baby on your girlfriend arms

•And the next day she tells you a lot of ideas to try and help you stop the sleep paralysis, she has been all night awake not only caressing you but also searching for a way to help you

•She wasn't ignoring you, she was trying to make you get a good sleep

• And now that she knows about it when you wake up after a paralysis, and wake her up too on the process, she sings you to comfort you. It always work, you feel a lot better after hearing her angelical voice

• And if you are taking a nap she will try to mumble some songs during all your nap to try and make a sweeter environment for you to sleep

• Incredibly it works and whenever she sings while you sleep your sleep paralysis doesn't attack you

•Of course it is probably just a coincidence but you two don't want to risk it and she always sings while you sleep, it is good for her too, she can write new songs or practice the old ones

•And she doesn't have to worry for you, it's a win-win for the both of you

Leon Kuwata

•You were quite used to the sleep paralysis but you had never had one sleeping with him

•The first time it happens you try to call his name or touch him but, of course, you can't move or talk

•Your sleep paralysis are horrible and even if you know they aren't true you feel like you are going to die

•Luckily Leon can't sleep on the same position for more than 10 minutes so he moves on your bed, moving you too and waking you up

•You wake up with him cuddling onto you and it really does make you feel better

•You don't even need to tell him about your sleep paralysis, he is just your perfect company while sleeping, his impossibility to stay still always saves you from your sleep paralysis

• Since then you always want to sleep with him and even if he loves it and won't complain he does ask if something happened

•Maybe something happened and you are afraid to sleep alone? He doesn't want that, he wants to help and to make sure you are calm

•When you tell him about the sleep paralysis he is very interested and kind of want to have one too even if you try to explain him that it is a lot worse than nightmares and he really doesn't want to have one

•Even if he doesn't take it seriously he knows that it scares you and tries to be even more agitated while sleeping to make sure he wakes you up

• He doesn't want to be sleeping while you are suffering, he is actually kinda worried for you

Chihiro Fujisaki

•You were just taking a nap when the sleep paralysis appeared

•Chihiro was there too, working on some computer program

•You could see him just in front of you, sitting on a chair and, at his side, a big man staring at you with no face or eyes but still you knew he was looking at you

•And you couldn't move of course

•You tried to relax and remember that it was just a sleep paralysis

•And after some seconds you woke up

•Chihiro didn't even notice that something was wrong, he turned to you with a happy smile on his face

•"Good morning! Have you slept well?"

•You don't want to worry him, he is too cute and sensitive to scare him with that kind of things

•And his bright smile is more than enough to make you forget about the horrible things you see on your paralysis

•Luckily he only needs to see your face to smile that way so you always receive it when you wake up

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

•On one of your usual study dates you can't really focus, you had a very bad sleep yesterday, with your sleep paralysis attacking you it was impossible to get any rest

•And Taka notices it, you are usually very hard working, that's what he likes the most of you, but today you are really absent. What happened?

•You explain to him that you had a bad sleep and the reason to it

•And now he is giving you a lecture about why you can't let those sleeping problems affect your energy during the day

•Usually you wouldn't mind to hear him say that kind of... inspiring things, is a part of him, but today you are too tired to put up with him

•So you explode, you've been tired all week for your sleep paralysis, now is stronger than ever and you are a little scared to go to sleep because it will attack again

•You tell him how weary you feel and he seems to understand it

•He reprimands you about your bad habits, claiming that your sleep paralysis is caused because of your lack of a good sleep schedule

•You know perfectly that that's not the reason, you have tried everything to stop them already, but you find a good opportunity on this

•Taka never wants you to sleep with him, that's not an appropriate behaviour for two young teens like you

•But you make a deal with him, you will follow his sleep schedule as long as you two sleep together

•That way whenever he goes to bed you will go too and, according to him, your sleep paralysis will stop

•It, of course, doesn't stop but sleeping with Taka makes you feel capable of endure it

Mondo Owada

•You are used to your sleep paralysis, nothing you can't control

•But this one is really horrifying, some black silhouette is trying to strangle you and you really feel like you can't breathe

•With the blanket over your face you can't really see what is going on, you can only feel an amazing pressure on your chest

•Why is your face covered on the first place?

• "Oh, baby, sorry!"

•Thanks god Mondo's voice get you out of the sleep paralysis

•And when you wake up he is taking the blanket of your face

•"Damn, I was cold and wrap up, sorry, I didn't count with you"

•So... you were under the blanket because... he forgot you were there?

•You had no time to think about how Mondo could be so forgetful while sleeping, you were still having problems to breath properly, afterall you had just been choked

•"Fuck, babe, are you alright?"

•Now the two of you are panicking, Mondo won't use a blanket ever again in his life

•Once you manage to breath again you explain him everything about your sleep paralysis

•And he is amazed, if he had to deal with all of that while sleeping he would wake up very upset and would probably punch everyone on the face during the day

•You were very strong and determined

•Even if he admires you he wants to help you get out of those paralysis

•He doesn't really know how to help you and ends up spending almost all if the nights awake, ready to comfort you once you wake up from your sleep paralysis

•And even if he does not find a way to help you you feel a bit better having him at your side when you wake up

•His main thing to say while comforting you is that you don't have anything to fear, he would beat up anything attacking you

•And it helps, you know that your boyfriend is amazingly strong, if one of those monsters attacking you were real they wouldn't stand a chance against Mondo

•And he would do anything to keep his S/O save

Celestia Ludenberg

•Another one who secretely wants to have one

•She is a freak of the whole oneiric world and specially the sleep paralysis. You are seeing demons! Doesn't it make you feel special? She finds it very special, she finds YOU very special

•But once you explain her that you hate them she knows perfectly how to end them

• Don't sleep face up, don't do any exercise 4 hours before going to sleep, try to get at least 6 hours of sleep....

•Now you have a long list of things to not do while/before sleeping

•And your girlfriend has another with the same things but instead she will try to do them all

•Now she has another reason to try and have an sleep paralysis, she will win against the deamons and also understand you better, your sleep paralysis is a signal that she should try to have one

•Poor Celes didn't expected what she was going to see

•You two wake up on a horrible state, your list didn't work and you had another sleep paralysis

•Her list, on the other hand, did work making her have a horrible sleep paralysis

•What woke you up from your paralysis was Celestia's face hiding on your neck

•Your girlfriend, the girl with the expressionless poker face, was crying on your shoulder

•She had a horrible time and you can't stand to see her like that, you spend all night cuddling, trying to comfort her

•And now you two have sleep paralysis every once in a while

•And you have to take care of her and comfort her

•Afterall she isn't as used to them as you are

•But you have absolutely forbidden to tell anyone that the Liar-Queen has to be holded like a baby to sleep because she is too afraid of the sleep paralysis she herself forced her into

•That's something only you are allowed to know and it's because she loves you and trusts you

•And you would never break that trust

Kyoko Kirigiri

•You tell her about it the first day you two sleep together, you don't want her to get very surprised if you wake up suddenly on the middle of the night

•And now your plan for the night has changed

•Eating a pizza watching a movie and cuddling on the couch? I think no

•You spend all day on libraries looking for books about sleep paralysis

•And once the libraries are closed and night is falling you think maybe your original plan will be restored

•Well, it isn't, the same research but with her computer instead

•When you are too tired to keep reading weird articles about how to stop the paralysis Kyoko agrees to go to sleep

•Even if she wants to stay a little longer investigating about it, she had just found a page full of people experiences

•While you two brush your teeth and get ready to sleep she is remembering you everything you have to do and everything you can't do

•And once in the bed Kyoko convinces you to spoon sleep

•Doesn't really matter who is the big and who is the small spoon, she just want to make sure that you sleep sideways and are holded in case the paralysis attacks anyways

Okay, I will stop here and make a part 2 in a couple of days because I'm running out of ideas and I think this post is growing too long

But don't worry anon, I promise I will finish your request! And I hope you like what I have until now, I personally love it

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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The Red Well (Part 5) Ending the Nightmares

What happens next... Heheheheheheheheheeheheh Tagging @rurifangirl for Ruri action

You were frozen in place like a statue, covered in colorful kabuki clothing in a basement. You understood the scene. Chime Gen had told you about it in the Takamagahara. He had gone crazy and killed women after luring them. He only killed the most beautiful girls because he loved their expressions and imitated them. But he wanted to preserve them, so he took them back to a basement and preserved them like dolls.

Chisei sat on the floor in front of the cast-iron tub full of preservation chemicals. You stood at his left, frozen.

Chisei must be waiting for Ruri Kazama to come down so he can kill him. But this part of the scene is wrong. Chime very clearly said that his brother followed him into the basement. He was preparing the fourteenth girl when Chisei came and called his name. Chime awoke from the trance he was in and Chisei stabbed him through the heart.

So why is Chisei waiting first? Why are you here? This is some sort of an illusion.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. On the way to the Red Well, you’d had a strange dream like this. You were in Black Swan Bay but you knew it was going to be destroyed. It was all so real that you just went through the motions of everything that happened that day until Z had sat up from the sled and pointed behind you. Ruri Kazama was standing behind you. When you asked him ‘what are you doing here’? You woke up and Ruri was asking you how you broke it.

This had to be an illusion caused by Ruri. It’s not that these men were not fighting. They were still fighting, just on a different plane.

You try to figure out how to move. You had to be breathing outside the dream but frozen in place. Was this like sleep paralysis? You persist in trying to move your body but the paralysis seems firm. Could he hear your mind? “Chisei! Chisei!” You call to him mentally. “What are you doing here? Chisei!”

He didn’t move or hear you. His face was tranquil and quiet, devoid of happiness and sadness. His eyes were dark and clear, his hair brushing over them. His skin was light and fresh and his body was fit. For the first time, you thought Chisei was beautiful, just as beautiful as his brother.

As soon as that thought passed your mind, you felt a moment of release. Your hand which had held a fan up to your face, relaxed and lowered. You blink. So that’s the secret? Chime still admired Chisei no matter what he did. And somewhere deep and locked away in Ruri Kazama, Chime Gen still breathed quietly, asleep. You chuckle internally. Chime was so taken with his brother, wasn’t he? When talking to Sakura Yabuki, you once said that you were just like him. You seemed better, but you were not better. Is that why Chime felt attracted to you? The greatest person was his brother. And who better to fall in love with than a woman who was like Chisei Gen?

You feel life coming back to your limbs, like warm blood was warmly flowing through skin that had been left in the cold too long. But instead of blood, it was Chime’s love for Chisei. How did he say it? Yes, what mattered most was not Chisei’s bloodline, Emperor or Devil, but his heart. No matter what the obstacle, if he wanted to be a friend of Justice… he would be.

The last chain unwrapped around your ankles and you slid your foot forward, but a sound came from above your head. Light footsteps sounded like someone was running briskly to the bottom of the basement. Chisei got up onto his feet holding the hilt of his sword and turned to look at the rusty door.

“No…” you said quietly.

Chisei gently pressed the hilt of his blade with his thumb and the Spider Fang sword lifted an inch out of its sheath.

Something warm dripped on your head. You look up and it splats on your face. Chisei was looking up too. The roof was red like blood, and large red drops seeped out of the cement and dripped down like rain. Your heart beats hard. You’re still dressed in ceremonial clothes and you were never good at walking in geta sandals. You take a step forward to him but your other foot is rooted to the spot! You pulled at your foot but it was not moving.

"Have you been living in such a hell for so many years?" Chisei Gen gently stroked the hilt of his sword.

You turn back to Chisei and recall his smile in the elevator before he threw himself back to sacrifice himself for everyone. Your foot finally moves and you take a small step forward.

Chisei doesn’t seem to notice. He lowered his head and listened to the sound of water gurgling. A bright red liquid slowly spread over the soles of his shoes, as if he was standing in a pool of blood.

You could see, but Chisei did not see that in the bathtub behind him, a blood-red figure slowly rose up. The corpse concocted in the plasticizing chemicals opened its eyes. It was the naked Ruri Kazama, carrying a long, sharp cherry-red sword in his hand.

It wasn’t enough to just think one happy thought about Chisei. For every movement, you had to think positively about him. For example, how he cut his wrist at great risk to himself and threw his blood stained shirt out into the fire.

Step.

He let you go in that park after the Kabuki performance even though he could have killed you.

Step.

He wanted to save you on the Tokyo Tower. He protected Chance! He was going to let Chance go! He wasn’t going to kill him! You stagger forward and that final desperate thought, in those moments of fervent forgiveness, you crossed between Ruri Kazama and Chisei Gen’s back.

You freeze again. Your eyes rolled down to the blade of the cherry red sword and the glowing blue sword that were sticking out your chest.

The moment Ruri Kazama attacked was never captured by your eyes. His speed far exceeded the limits of what a human could achieve, and his high speed swept up the water in the entire space, creating a putrid rain behind him. The blade pierced your back the moment you thought of Chance. Chisei Gen had reacted immediately and turned around to counter an attack he thought was coming from behind and ran you through with Spider Fang from the front. You trembled, transfixed on the blades like a pinned insect, mouth open but unable to speak or breathe.

Chisei froze, bewildered. “Chi...me…?” He said slowly. You had dark hair like Chime. You had dark eyes like Chime. You looked like a woman and dressed like a woman like Chime. The way you smiled lovingly at him was like Chime. But something about you said that you were not Chime. His mind was expecting Chime however. So it was hard to accept that this was you and not some weird dream distortion.

A soft whimper came from behind you. Ruri Kazama had released his sword and was embracing you. But you couldn’t embrace him back. Your vision dimmed and swirled and your hands fell limp at your side.

At that moment Chisei realizes something is wrong. There is Ruri Kazama but that crazed laughter has left him. He looks nothing like a mad hybrid. He wasn’t wearing the fearsome grin but a mask of sorrow.

He’s whispering. “MC… MC… I’m sorry…” Over and over again. But no one can answer him. The swords are still in your body as he picks you up and hurries out, fervently whispering. “I have to end it. I have to end the dream!”

He rushes towards the basement door, frantic to get out. He bursts through it! Only to be met again with Chisei staring at him in confusion in front of the bathtub. Ruri turns back to the exit door. He goes out again. But he’s back in the basement. His face fills with pain and he falls to his knees. He is laughing, but he’s crying at the same time

A few moments ago he was a vengeful demon ghost. Now he was a scared child. The sight of you dying in his arms was a new nightmare -- a self-created one.

He rocks with you back and forth. “It’s not my dream.. It’s not my dream…” He brushes your hair from your face, leaving a long red bloody mark. “It’s not my dream…”

Outside the door of the gym were nothing but staircases going up and down, left and right, in all directions, each one concrete-colored, each one zigzagging back and forth.

The world had suddenly become a giant maze, and he was standing in the deepest part of it. In Ruri’s dream, he dreamed of the outside world, the whole village. This wasn’t his dream however. It was Chisei’s. They were both stuck in that moment where Chisei killed Chime in the basement of the school gymnasium. But in Chisei’s dream there was never any escaping that moment. There was no path outside. This was Chisei’s dream, not Ruri Kazama’s, so Ruri didn’t know that the moment he stepped into Chisei’s dream there was no leaving that basement.

You hear Chisei’s voice softly call. “Chime!”

You let out a single breath in an attempt to speak. But that was all you could manage.

When you open your eyes again, you’re sitting on the cliff outside Black Swan Bay, on the rock that you used to watch the whales with Renata. The breeze tugs at your hair and the waves wiggle the ice floes and push them against the beach. A dark pair of boots step into your peripheral vision and Z sits down.

“I’m dead for real aren’t I?” You ask.

Z sighs. “I’m sorry, MC.”

You turn to him. “You gonna tell me what this is about?”

Z seems uncharacteristically hesitant. “You’ll be mad.”

“That never stopped you before. Spill.”

“The truth is… The truth is… all this has happened before. Only you weren’t there. You weren’t… there-there. It’s not that you died and I saved you. It’s that… you didn’t exist at all before… you weren’t alive to even die.”

You tilt your head. “So you created me? How?”

“I don’t know. I just … Herzog took something from me.” His lips pressed together and his golden eyes glowed. “I couldn’t let that go. I just couldn’t stand that he took something from me! So I thought a lot.”

He looked into your eyes. “I can’t change the past. I can only change the future. I had to find a way to change the past without… directly causing anything to happen. It took a long time, and then… you showed up. MC, nothing that changed about the past was really any of my doing. You were the one who impressed Herzog with your… toothy lock trick and that kinda set all this in motion when he decided not to operate on you. All of these changes? It’s all you. I just kept you alive. Everything else proceeded as it did before.”

You stare, absorbing all this. “So… what I am is… the results of you being a sore loser?”

He let out a breath. Then looked down and he covered his eyes with his hand.

“Are you… crying?”

“No!” He pounded his fist on the ground. “I’m laughing because it worked! I got Erii back! Erii died before and now she’s alive but… now I’m just losing someone else!”

“Why do you care? I mean, I never was a person before right?” You shake your head. “You fell in love with your own puppet?” You chuckle. “Dragons are silly.”

He lifted his head and stared at you. “What… Did you say?”

“I didn’t tell you but, I remember a dragon coming down from the sky to pick me up. That was you… right?” You wink.

Z shuts his mouth, but he's smiling.

You give him a punch in the arm. “Hey… when I said thank you for everything. I half meant it. Thanks. It was quite a ride. You got what you wanted.”

Z’s smile fades. He doesn’t agree with you.

Those were all the words you got to say to him before a sudden silence and darkness falls over you and the world descends into an oblivion.

You weren’t there long however. Pain like fire and like surf pounding you against a rocky shore and crushing your bones rockets through your mind.

Z’s voice calls you. He sounds panicked, but you can’t answer him.

Your eyes open, but you are not the one opening them. You see Chime, crying inconsolably. You’re back in the Red Well. Rain and Chime’s tears are falling on your face but you still can’t move to wipe them away. A voice in your head is filling you with violent and hateful thoughts. You hate everything about this world. Everything in this world wants you to die! But you will not die. No. Never!

Chisei’s voice sounds as panicked as Z’s. Your body reacts even though your mind is scrambling to keep up. Chisei Gen is back to being a dragon, covered in crystal scales with magnificent wings. You land in a crouch after soaring twenty feet into the air. The pain of moving like this despite your injuries overwhelms you and sweeps away every thought. But you’re not the one moving your body.

You feel trapped behind your own eyes.

“No! No! Nooooo!” Chime is wailing but he’s too weak to stand.

Erii is there now. When did she get here? She’s holding a small suitcase and dressed in a white taffeta skirt with a white bow in her hair. You remember that Erii is your sister.

Sister? What is a sister? The internal invader rummages through your memories, tossing them out like toys from a toy box. Renata and you were rivals and friends, close yet somehow distant. Erii was like you in many ways and you felt drawn to her. You made a vow on a train in mutual defense. Sakura Yabuki had a kind and understanding smile. Also sister?

Who was this? What were they doing? And then you remember.

The memory of the Light King parasite pops up as an answer to your question. A feeling of smug superiority -- but not from your own mind -- wells up. You didn’t know how, but the Light King parasite had escaped its confines and had gotten ahold of you!

Chisei had gathered the frantic Chime into his arms. “I’m sorry, Erii. I didn’t want to get you involved in this.” He said.

Erii just nods and writes something on a piece of paper.

Chisei’s draconized body pops and crackles and seems to shrink a foot in height. Half his bones are migrating from his body to his wings, stretching them and extending them to full height! A great down beat from those bat-like wings sends him soaring away from the well with Chime in his arms.

The Light King Parasite tilts your head to watch him go. It decided it didn’t like sisters but Erii’s body and blood were very, very tasty and you were very hungry. The smell of the thousands of sleeping deadpool comes to your nose. You open your mouth and let out a great roar! Thousands of pairs of eyes peer down into the well and then they fall, scraping their claws in a stampede down this hole in the ground. Some were flying on bony wings, like demons descending to hell. They were going to swarm this place!

Your body is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Light King Parasite stretches out your hand and the Gathering Clouds sword comes flying to meet you. Your body glares threateningly at the small Japanese girl who stood in the middle of the Red Well.

Erii is holding up a sign. “Anyone who comes between me and my sister must die!”

#Dragon Raja

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belovasangel · 4 years

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Night Light

Summary: He’s in your head, but you’re in his heart

Pairing: Demon!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Sleep paralysis, panic attack, blood, mentions of inflicted pain, swearing

A/N: Kind of based off of Murder House and a previous AU I wrote

He was always there, watching and waiting for when you were most vulnerable. No name, just an apparition that stood over your bed night after night.

When you were little, you thought it was a sibling or parent just watching, staring, waiting. Never an answer. Silence with wide eyes. Then vanished. It took a few separate occasions to realize that wasn’t family, it was worse. You’d never been harmed, just mentally scarred. Every shadow in the daylight was a playground for panic attacks, and it was murderous.

He knew it too.

While you got ready for bed, taking a few melatonin to hopefully avoid the next meeting, Tom watched. Behind the shower curtain, near the towels in the corner, in your shadow, he took notes. Shaky hands. You forgot to take a puff of your inhaler this time. Wearing socks to bed? Gross. Since when did you do that?

You rolled into bed, grasping at your weighted blanket and spraying lavender around the spread. He watched as you put your eye mask on, knowing it’d fall off after the first hour of drifting. You looked at every corner of the room, checked the night light and lamp before trusting instinct and rolling over.

Tom wished he could tuck the hair in your mouth behind your ears. Instead, he waited. Watching your chest rise, stutter, and fall once again. Occasional snore, spasm, or squeak. He looked at the clock. Showtime.

The lights in the room cut. You rolled to your right side, left again, then on your back. Planted. Chained down to the bed. Like always. Tom ghosted his fingertips along your covered body, wishing he could press kisses to your head instead of nightmares, but whatever made you see him was good enough.

You jerked awake, knowing what was going to happen. Keeping your eyes pressed shut, you started counting to ten, praying to a different god every time you would gain mobility once again.

1...2...3...4...

“(Y/N)”

This is just your paralysis playing with you, keep going. 4...5...6...

“Open your eyes for me, angel.”

Fuck off. 6...7...8...9

“Counting won’t help. Only I can. Look.”

You opened your eyes. The lights slowly flickered on, one at a time. You saw him fully. He looked with caution. Clenched fists and a tight jaw with gentle eyes. Tearful eyes. “Hello, gorgeous.”

He became blurry with salty tears, falling down your face. Even though you tried talking, only whimpers came out. “I know, shh. This is awful I’m so sorry. This is the only way I get to see you. I’m breaking so many rules for doing this, shit. But, this has been going on for too long. I can’t sit silent anymore, right?”

Tom looked down at you, watching you have a silent panic attack in bed. You couldn’t move, talk, do anything other than weep. He sighed heavy. “Please calm down, I don’t have much time. We were meant for each other, I’ve watched you grow from the moment you were born. You are my destiny and I was sent to keep you safe until we can be together.”

You started crying harder, struggling against the invisible bonds holding you down. “It’s okay, we can talk later. Please don’t be scared of me anymore, you are safe under my watch.”

A blink later, he was gone. You whipped to sit up, grasping at your chest for air. Wheezing, stuttering, frantically looking for any trace of this really happening. Nothing except a panic attack.

After that singular night, daily occurrences happened slowly but surely. Your songs would shuffle to one’s you’d never heard of. Computer tabs with little words and quotes on them showed up. That’s how you learned his name. And death in your house.

Coping was hard, knowing someone was over your shoulder every waking moment. Changing and showers became nerve-wracking, yet he promised he never looked, only when you turned 18. Then that was an occasional thing, to make sure you weren’t hurting yourself.

Tom watched as you slowly stopped doing common tasks. You stopped the melatonin, no more sleep masks or weighted blankets and lavender, he hated that smell. As you woke up night after night, you grew less anxious and more happy to see him. While you couldn’t talk, he could see a small smile forcing a way onto your face.

He fell in love with your pain.

Tom somehow found ways to communicate before you got stuck. You used Google to type questions, wrote them on paper and left them on your nightstand, and even scribbled them in the fog of your showers. Those were your favorite, he would write back, too. Tom has lovely cursive.

Yet, with every conversation and lingering thought, it made you go insane. Instead of fearing the shadows, you waited for them. You sat in the dark, kept searching his name and information, thought of ways to actually feel him. He could only keep you trapped for long before you wanted release.

You needed his pleasure.

It was snowing white while driving down a backroad, the radio was buzzing with static. You believed the electricity would help Tom communicate, and if you focused hard enough it would. Last night was your longest conversation yet. With the snow falling and the lack of sleep taking your mind, it didn’t take long to forget you were driving.

Tom tried to jerk the wheel. He reached over, but his hands slipped through as you flew forward.

You saw red. It was dripping down your face, into your lashes, and coated your tongue with bitter copper. Blinking was hard, your eyes couldn’t open. Tom sat in panic, screaming your name. It was daytime.

You heard him in the sun through the snow and blood. Somehow you turned on the airbag, looking at the crumpled passenger seat, listening to his wails. You smiled while he cried. “You’re okay, stay awake, please! I can’t lose you like this! Please...”

You jerked awake, knowing what was going to happen. Keeping your eyes pressed shut, you started counting to ten, praying to a different god every time you would gain mobility once again.

1...2...3...4...

“(Y/N)”

You opened your eyes, looking around for Tom. “I told you I’d keep you safe.”

#tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #tom holland x oc #tom holland au #tom holland au imagine #au!tom #demon!tom #demon!tom imagine #demon!tom imagines

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jordyjensen · 5 years

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Some shit that either might be going down or i’m mad. Either way i’m creeped and intrigued at the same time.

Since at least 2013 I’ve been experiencing visitations by an entity known as the hatman.(The hatman is an entity known to cause night terrors and sleep paralysis, To me he appears as a tall man in a cloak and a stetson style hat.

He is blacker than anything it’s like looking at a black hole. he has no features that I can see, just darkness that light cannot seem to penetrate). Most of the visitations consisted of repeated nightmares of the same locations, but where the conversations would be different. It would I would either be in what to me felt like a run down hospital, or an underground carpark, hospital stairwell kind of setting. Or in a dismal academia type of setting. It always felt dreary and uninviting. Like I just had to find my way out of there. Aware somehow, in the back of my mind- that the hat man was watching and waiting to corner me. And when he did, He would talk. I would hear him/feel his words in my head and my bones, But he never physically spoke. I could understand him but it never makes sense and I can never remember what it is he actually said. Its weird. There is this overwhelming sense of dread. Like nothing I’ve ever felt or encountered. Then theres the sleep paralysis.

I ignored itto begin with, As I had- at that moment in time been going through some turmoil in my life (abusive partner, drug addiction)- But he didn’t stop when I left that relationship, and it didn’t stop during subsequent ones either, It didn’t stop when I stopped drug use. Infact- it intensified, and people around me were starting to experience things too. Especially those people who at first had told me ‘’it’s all in your head’’ and ‘’Don’t worry, it’s not real- it’s just the drugs’’. They started seeing it too, I would see it while I was awake sometimes. That was the worst because I couldn’t just put it down to tiredness or being a nightmare anymore. However, For the last I’d say about 3 years- His ‘’visits’’ have lessened. and in their place is another one (Or even the same one, but this time choosing to appear differently- I have no idea if it’s the same entity or another one...all I know is they don’t seem to be around at the same time- hence the conclusion they might possibly be the same entity). Anyway-

The second entity I am about to tell you about now, began making appearances around 3 years ago, Like the first entity- it started with unpleasant reoccurring dreams.

In the very first appearance I can remember- It seemed very early morning, around dawn, the sky was grey- and I became aware of a tapping at the door, I answered the door to find nothing, So puzzled- I stepped out onto the top step. Our house is situated on a hill and overlooking fields and valleys. It is a really pretty view from the front of the house. Anyway, Standing in the drive at the bottom of the stairs is a man. He’s dirty, dishevelled and the easiest way to describe his appearance is wild, birdlike. Almost native american in the way he’s decoraed with feathers and whatnot, But he has feathers growing out of his flesh. In the dream I asked him something along the lines of who are you? can I help you with something? I don’t remember anything he said, but I do remember him suddenly grabbing a hold of me and taking off into the sky, like literally jumping on the spot but instead of coming back down, continuing up into the sky, the speed and air made my eyes sting and water and my stomach was feeling like it was about to fall out of my arse. Then for some reason were standing on a pylon, just overlooking the scenery for miles. I remember nothing of what we talked about. I do remember asking his name and he brushed it off but I felt strognly it was connected to the letter ‘’M’’. of course I brushed this of as a bizzaro dream and in honesty, was just happy to have a less scary dream than the ones i was used to with the hat man!.

Now this is where things get odd, I notice when I wake up there is a big crow making a right racket outside the bedroom window. and it’s windy as FUCK. Pretty soon I begin to notice lots of odd things, crows and ravens turning up all the time whether it be on tv, in magazines, books, In these dreams Nothing particularly awful seemed to happen, it was more a sense of uncertainty or worry, The best way to describe this feeling is to think of being in this scenario: You’re a very anxious person, very socially awkward and you don’t have many friends or family, the only person you really see or talk to is your spouse, you have agoraphobia as a result of the social anxiety so don’t go out much...However, You find yourself in a nice quaint little seaside town- granted it’s the middle of winter, pissing it down with rain and always near dark. You struggle up a long, steep hill to a run down hotel/bar- everyone in there seems to look at you as if they know you and all of them beckoning you to join them and drink with them, but you become aware of your spouses sudden absence, S/he has everything, the house-keys, the money ect ect, and quite frankly you are like a frightened child w/o them....You are trying desperately to think where they might have gotten to, you rush around hoping to see them or someone you recognise but everyone is in your way or trying to engage you in conversation. Imagine that kind of feeling.

Anyway in the dreams, There is often a backdrop of said seafront, stormy seas, rocks, There is a narrow walk way leading down at the side where the sea goes off into sort of a stream down a hill, Just off the main promenade/road where all the little tea rooms and gift shops are located.

The hotel is OLLLLLD and completely in need of refurbishment, it’s falling apart, dirty brown net curtains that were obviously once white or cream, The rooms have peeling wallpaper, ancient furniture, they look like they were decorated in the 60′s but never maintained.

The streets are very narrow and the buildings are tall, old-fashioned English seaside style buildings (in the dreams, Not where I live-there is no sea or sand around my gaff) Also- I haven’t mentioned this, as not sure if it’s important/relevant to the happenings since I’ve read other peoples similar accounts and they are living allll over the globe, but just in case it has any relevance I live in England, Yorkshire if you want to be really precise)

In the first dreams, I would become aware of a crow or raven that would always be near by, it would always be crowing. In later dreams, it would be that I would feel compelled to open up one of the dirty, sash windows and there would be a crow perched directly on the opposite building on the window ledge, an it would always fly straight towards my window, sometimes I would hasten to close it before the bird can get in and it will peck and scratch at he glass all the while crowing it’s head off, In others i would be amused by the bird coming over and it would get inside the window, where it would fly around madly and fly at me (obviously this would always shit me the fuck up in the dream enough to actually wake me up in the real world)

In Later dreams, he appears like the dishevelled man from the first dream, sitting down in chairs in what appears to be a crap little pub, the kind that you find in the arse end of nowhere (where its only usual customers are people similar in looks and personality to Claude Greengrass off heartbeat and Shadrach off emmerdale) Its like he would be wanting me to join him but i’d always feel a sense of No man what the hell? You scare the living fuck out of me for no reason and then offer me a drink? No mate- think i’ll pass’’. I would always immediatly wake up from these dreams, to find in reality, the big crow ever present outside, ever shouting away to himself day or night, rain,shine,snow or gale (though mostly gale i’ve noticed) (Over the last 3 years I’ve started to recognize and become familiar with this particular crows call and recognize it over other crows) It’s always super windy too, like gail force windy when that crow is about. Wether it be summer or winter. Midnight or lunchtime.

Then by chance I heard mention of the valravn. And that then led me on to Malphas. I have the really strong pull towards the name Malphas. I think this could potentially be the (or at least one of) the entities I’m dealing with.

I don’t know why, I can’t think of a reason for it to be him as I’ve certainly not invoked any demons (at least not knowingly) Or even tried to. I’m not the sort of person who would have balls enough to go messing with things I don’t understand completely).

I’ve today discovered other people who have had similar accounts of Malphas (and the hatman) and it is for these reasons I am somewhat open to the idea that these might not just be dreams. This shit might have actually gotten real.

Recently Malphas has been pretty relentless, And the most recent dream was the most disturbing one yet. In this dream he appears, beckoning to me as usual, with a friendly ‘’It’s ok, i’m your friend’’ look. But getting closer I become aware he is surrounded by a massive group of crows/ravens all of them seemed to be attached to him at the waist by black cords that seemed to be made of a similar black matter that the hatman appears to be made of like a black,shadow like matter. The birds were flapping wildly to escape their bonds, screaming a hellish murder. all the while Malphas seemed to be loving every moment of it. I woke up again, to the crow outside screaming as per, with gale force winds rattling through the house.

At this point i’m wondering what the deal is, what I’ve done to both anger this guy and cause him to relentlessly stalk my waking and sleeping lives.

Why did he even get involved in the first place?

I might get answers in later days, or I might just get sicker until I die and my soul is claimed to an eternity of terror and torment. Who the fuck knows? Not fucking me!.

#nightmares dreams demons #the hatman shadow peoplesleep paralysisghostsparanormalpossibleinsanityhauntingsghosts

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dionysus-is-my-dude · 6 years

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A horror movie enthusiast’s thoughts on Halloween (2018)...

***warning: possible spoilers ahead (Also this is gonna be long)***

I was introduced to the horror genre at a very young age. Around five or so, if I remember correctly. I remember that I was at my dad’s friend’s house, and someone had put on “Jeepers Creepers”, the original one. I remember being absolutely terrified by the monster/demon/thing. But also terribly fascinated by a movie that 1. wasn’t an animated princess movie, and 2. depicted such graphic violence and scary images. The next day, my cousin and I were playing with walkie talkies and she kept scaring me by singing the Jeepers Creepers song. It scared me because I thought that, by singing the song, the monster would show up and eat us.

As a child, I had access to the library in my school, and nearly every single time we were sent to pick a book, I picked an edition of “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”. The images scared me. The stories scared me. But I couldn’t stop reading everything, delighting in it in some twisted way.

The next horror film I watched was when I was around ten or so? It was the American version of “The Ring”. And instead of scaring me to the point of crying, I was incredibly fascinated by how it made me feel. Afraid, but in a way that felt exhilarating and FUN. My mom let me watch “Alien” and “Aliens” with her, which, though not classified as horror films, gave me the same rush.

From that point on, I was hooked. We’d go to the movie rental store and I’d rent scary movies that were popular at the time. I’d always search for scary TV shows to watch, like ghost hunting shows and other scary things. I became obsessed with the paranormal, playing with Ouija boards and doing hours and hours of research.

After a terrifying REAL experience with ghosts in which I was actually scared for my life, I took a long break from watching scary films. But that sure didn’t keep me away from them once I’d calmed down. Every horror film that was coming out, I was going to see. Every horror film on Netflix, I was watching. Ghost Adventures on TV? You bet I was watching it. Literally ANYTHING Tim Burton related? Yep, I’m on it. I was reading scary stories. I was doing research on horror films themselves and why people like me like them. I had nightmares and sleep paralysis and be extremely paranoid. But I couldn’t stop.

I started to learn the tricks and ins-and-outs that made horror movies, in my opinion, good. I learned that I dislike excessive jumpscares, and I avoid movies that seem like that’s all they’ll be -like several modern-day horror films like the recent “Insidious” entries and such. I realized that, as a music enthusiast as well, the music was what set the tone for me. If I thought the music -or lack thereof done properly- was great at causing suspense, I was feeling more scared. I learned that tension was more fun than jumpscares. Modern movies I love include the first two “Insidious” movies, “The Conjuring” series, and “Mama”. What I love about those films is not only the great background music, but the story and the lack of useless jumpscares. The imagery and focus of the shots are incredibly fun to watch, seeing things move in the background without the characters noticing, all that fun stuff.

But, with all the scary movies that come out nowadays, I’ve sorta lost my love for them. Nothing has really given me a good, fun scare in a long time. (”Annabelle: Creation” doesn’t count; that movie was both jumpscare heavy and openly too terrifying for me.) When I heard they were doing yet another “Halloween” sequel, I was prepared to have some good fun with my favourite classic slasher film.

I watched the original “Halloween” around twelve or so. I thought it was a good, campy slasher. My mom saw it when she was really little and has been scared of it ever since. Every year around Halloween-time, I scare her by playing the music around her or sending her pics of Michael Meyers that I find in costume shops. To me, it wasn’t scary. I had a ball watching it, not getting the real scares from it, but just having a good time watching the utterly silent Michael Meyers walk around just killing horny teenagers. Classic. I remember watching a marathon of the movies and barely remembering them because they weren’t as good or as fun as the first one. I’d resigned myself to “Halloween” being just a classic favourite of mine, nothing more.

Tonight, I saw the 2018 sequel, which takes place forty years after the events of the original movie....and I’m just...in shock. I went into the theater thinking I’d just crack jokes with my dad and cheer Michael on.

I left the theater with my heart pounding, my legs shaking, and a huge smile on my face. I knew I’d come home and be paranoid walking from my car to the backdoor. I know I’ll probably be paranoid for several weeks and see Michael everywhere.

I sat through that movie either bouncing my legs in my normal ADHD way and making commentary with my dad, or curled up in silent, paralyzed anxiety. This movie, for all the hype it got, was, in my opinion, horror gold. Story-wise, it was fantastic, of course. A wonderful sequel to the original, with homages galore and many tracks from the original score which brought back a lot of memories.

But from someone who had nearly given up on modern-day horror movies, this one gave me hope. Each shot was scary, the jumpscares wonderfully played out with not a lot of fake-outs, the music -the MUSIC- played just like in the original (which I thought at first would make this cheesy, but it was only scarier), and the tension tension tension was palpable. The entire movie was full of it. Every single scene with Michael in it was filled with silence and shaking heads from us in the audience, each of us helpless as he killed yet again.

I was unable to make jokes during this movie. I was too busy holding my breath and gasping in shock. I was too busy bouncing my leg, then pulling them both up and holding myself. The last twenty minutes or so, I was just...staring at the screen, my heart pounding. I had never felt so hushed in a theater while watching a horror film in my whole life. It felt like I was being held on a string with scissors dangerously close every time the music stopped. I was no longer playfully cheering Michael Meyers on, “Yasssss, honey, kill those stupid teens, yassss”. I was genuinely SCARED of him. I’d lived my whole life never once scared of Michael Meyers. I pranked my mom every single year with him. Even when her husband, who’s a big guy, ran around the house with the mask on, I was laughing more than anything. But I am now actually terrified of this deranged, masked killer. I understand how scared my mom was when she was little. I understand her fear after all these years. I actually ran from my car to my door, looking out into my pitch black backyard, actually afraid that I would see the dirty white of the mask before I inevitably was killed.

I can’t stop thinking about each scene where he killed someone. Each scene where he appeared out of nowhere, completely silent and merciless as he killed and killed and killed. The ending (SPOILER), I thought would satisfy me. After all these years, was Michael Meyers FINALLY dead? At long last, was the nightmare over? It...It’s hard to tell. We never actually saw his body being burned up. We just had to assume he died in the fire. I don’t know if that was deliberate to keep us guessing -which is genius-, but it was terrifying nonetheless.

Did I enjoy myself? Absolutely. It was a wonderful homage to my favourite classic slasher. It had all the classic Michael Meyers traits, like the eerie way he sits up when knocked down, the head tilt, his love of stabbing people and hanging them from things. Hearing the classic music was wonderful. The story was perfect and made sense. The twist -if you can call it that- was a little predictable but quickly resolved. The continuous shots, especially the ones in complete silence, were absolutely incredible to watch. As soon as the credits started, I felt like I’d just gone through a life-changing experience.

What is it about “Halloween” and Michael Meyers that brings a smile to my face? Is it the fact that he never once -not even once in over ten films that’ve been made- utters a single word? Barely even makes a sound unless he’s been, like, hurt or something. His superhuman strength, able to take on every single victim he goes through? His odd fascination with his kills -the head tilt as he looks at his victims? Why is the music so scary, even though it seems like cheesy 70s synth? I’m just...so confused and amazed that this franchise has been going off and on for over forty years and it’s THIS movie that actually scares me. Maybe because it takes place in modern day, instead of years and years ago?

Whatever the reason, I hope horror filmmakers take note. THIS is how you make a good, memorable scary movie. Don’t use jumpscares as a crutch. Jumpscares are the laziest way to scare people. If people wanted jumpscares, they could go to a haunted house. But this movie did horror so WELL. The tension was fantastic. The music was great. The shots were done beautifully. The actors were all incredible. I just love every bit of this movie and wish I could just rewatch it for the first time over and over and over. If more horror movies were done like this, I would pay more money to see them in theaters.

Ok, mega post over. I just loved the movie so so much and I wanted to share my too-big feelings before I attempt to go to sleep and make myself understand that Michael isn’t in my closet.

#personal #horror movies #halloween #halloween 2018 #michael meyers #i have a lot of feelings

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thejourneymaninn · 7 years

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Superstition

He managed to take exactly two steps before they had him surrounded, trapped between the wall of their grimy bodies and that of the Hanged Man.

“Well, look what we have here. Pretty little staff you carry there.”

“You’re a long way from Darktown, Healer.”

“Came all this way for a bit of stew, did you?”

I should be so lucky.

He had been hoping for a little food and company, but neither Hawke nor Varric had been there. He hadn’t even been able to find Isabela, who was usually glued to the bar, only Fenris, with his stupid eyebrows raised at him from across the room, all smug condescension… Anders had been out the door only minutes after he’d entered, his mood soured and his stomach still empty.

And now here he was, cornered by a nice little mob of Lowtown’s finest. Just what he needed. And to make matters worse, the bloody elf was watching him. Anders could see him through a window at the far side of the wall, comfortably lounging in his chair as he observed the scene with a bored expression. Probably looking for a show, or a front row seat to Anders’ last moments of freedom.

You’d be happy to see the Templars drag me away, wouldn’t you, you hypocritical…

Evidently, Fenris wasn’t the only one. The gang’s leader crossed his arms in front of his chest, puffing himself up to his full height.

“Not very wise, is it, an apostate strutting about in the middle of the day. I bet the Templars would pay a lot to know where you take your meals…”

“Protection comes at a cost,” the woman to his left added, making sure to stress the word protection.

Ah. Trying to scare him into paying for their silence. What a bunch of dumbasses. As if an apostate on the run was likely to have a steady source of income. And yet there were half a dozen greedy faces eyeing his purse. What did they think he kept in there, the lost riches of the Circle Tower?

They were closing in on him, obviously certain he wouldn’t dare to defend himself in broad daylight. Unfortunately, they weren’t exactly wrong. Make it a secluded alley in the dark and he would have had them all paralyzed within seconds, but he could hardly rain ice and fire on them in the middle of a busy street. Lowtown or not, there was always a risk of Templars (or Chantry sisters begging for money) lurking right behind the corner. Smarter than they looked, the smelly lot.

Well, nothing he hadn’t dealt with before.

He raised his chin in carefully practiced haughtiness – and caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun around to find Fenris walking up to them.

Huh?

The elf placed himself right at his side, hand on his sword in that casually menacing way no one else could pull off quite like him. (And yes, Anders had tried. Maybe it just didn’t work with a staff…?) Fenris gave a little nod in his direction. His voice sounded utterly bored.

“I believe it is time for us to go home.”

Double huh??

“Need a little elf to fight your battles?” the gang’s leader jeered. The rest of the group - apparently smarter - were eyeing Fenris warily, but none of them seemed ready to give up on their presumed prize just yet.

Anders shrugged. “Oh, trust me, he’s worth twice as much as the whole lot of you combined. Eh, I mean, on the battlefield…”

Great. Pull yourself together. There was no way in the world, the Fade or the Maker’s bosom he’d let Fenris rescue him like a blushing apostate in distress. Over his dead body. Or well, at least over his stubbed toe… He wouldn’t let it come to that, simple as that. He wouldn’t give the blighted elf a chance to mock him for yet another supposed “weakness”; he’d talk his way out of it.

Wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last.

He shrugged again, this time elaborately. “But there’s no need for him to get his prickly hide all sweaty. You’ve just walked into your doom all on your own. Lovely of you to do all our work for us, you Marchers are so considerate.”

Some eyes widened, some narrowed, derisive hisses mingled with uncertain murmurs. Alright, mixed reactions, but at least he had their full attention. He pointed at the ground in front of him.

“Don't you know it's dangerous to cross the shadow of a mage? It’s a gateway, every demon preying on the mage’s soul will be led straight to yours instead.”

More whispers, fewer sneers. Still not unanimous, but well, he’d only just started.

“Listen to him spinning tales, you think we’re—“

“Andraste have mercy, don’t you Marchers know anything? Ferelden children learn these risks before they learn to walk. Why do you think they call it the Chant of light? ‘Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow,’ does that ring any bells?”

“How do the Templars ever catch one of you, then, eh?” a woman in the back called out.

“You think they wear their shiny pompous armour just for fun? That flaming sword is the only thing that protects against the shadow, it must be visible at all times.“

“Constant polishing. Truly dreadful,” said a dry voice next to him.

Anders risked a glance. Fenris still looked completely unfazed but…was there a tremble around the corners of his mouth? Maker’s flaming buttocks was he…making Fenris laugh??

The crowd still didn’t look entirely convinced. Stubborn folks, you had to hand it to them. Well, time for Ferelden folktales part two, then.

He pulled out his waterskin, took a hearty gulp and then raised it above his head as though it posed an immense threat.

A few of them backed away, eyes wide and arms stretched out in front of them.

“You do at least know what happens to water that was touched by a mage’s mouth, I hope? Any of you lot want children…?”

“I’ve heard about that…they say it’s in the water.”

“…it’s spreading…”

“…our children will be abominations…”

“…I heard they can turn you into a toad with just one blink…”

“…no, no, they can turn into ravens…look at his feathers…”

“…there was something about cats too…”

“…does he have a cat with him…?”

“…I think they are hidden in his shadow…”

“…with claws the size of an Ogre’s…”

With muttered words and anxious looks over their shoulders, the group dispersed until at last, with one final, withering glare, even their leader turned and stalked off.

There was a snort to his side, a few inches below his ear. He turned his head.

“That was pathetic.”

“Hey, I—“

“But amusing to watch.”

Anders stopped dead. He stared at Fenris, unable to suppress a grin. Amusing, was he?

“Well, I’m glad you were entertained, but I have a lot more tricks up my sleeve. I bet I could even come up with a few equally amusing legends about a walking lyirum cactus. If you ever find yourself in need of a show, just call me,” he finished with a little flourish.

And then he stood there, with no idea what to say next, feeling rather awkward. It was probably safe to leave now anyway - safer than to stay, even, in case any of those brave blackmailing heroes now decided it was better to inform the Templars after all.

Before he had a chance to make his exit, however, Fenris cleared his throat.

“Perhaps you could…show me now? I have wine and food at the mansion. You are welcome to them in exchange for more…entertainment.”

Huh? Huh? Huh? Glyph of paralysis, brain winter’s grasped. All he managed for a reply was a pitiful stammer.

“I….eh….yes…I think I….eh… could…do that..?”

Fenris gave him a curt nod. “Follow me.” As he started walking in the direction of Hightown, he called over his shoulder. “And watch your shadow.”

#dragon age #fenders #fenders friday #pre-fenders #fics #my fics #da2 #tumblr snippets #superstition

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clairekatswritingcorner · 7 years

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Kaito Kid’s Miraculous Night

Part One

Part Two

Word Count: 2,180

Summary: Kaito Kuroba has been searching for the Pandora gem ever since he discovered it’s possible existence and implication in his father’s death. Upon learning some rumors from his friend Akako about gems that grant people mystical and transformative powers, known as Miraculous Stones, he decides that it’s his duty to go to Paris and investigate. Tagging along with Hakuba, who happened to be going anyway due to a case, Kaito hopes that what little information he’s been able to glean is enough of a lead to help him hunt down the most interesting gems he’s had the opportunity to target yet.

*Author’s Note*: Second part of my intro of sorts for an AU started by @edorazzi and I connecting the Magic Kaito and Miraculous Ladybug (PV) universes. Notes are pretty much the same as before. I hope you enjoy.

(both parts also available on my Ao3 account, found on my blog links)

Before their lips could meet, something grabbed his wrist. The grip was tight, tight enough to hurt, and whoever had decided to interrupt them twisted Kaito’s arm behind his back and kicked him to his knees. Kaito did his best to spin and kick his assailant, but the stranger kept hold of his arm and simply spun him around, pinning Kaito on his back. He gasped for breath under the weight of the hard black boot that stomped on his chest. Tonight was just not his night, it seemed, and as he tried to focus on this new assailant he silently cursed himself for not being more cautious.

“Stay away from her,” a deep voice warned, laced with venom. “I don’t know who you think you are or what you think you’re doing, but my Lady isn’t someone to be messed with.”

Ghostly green eyes stared daggers into Kaito’s from behind a black mask. This new stranger’s face was framed by a fluffy halo of gold and topped off with…were those cat ears? “And neither am I. Ladybug, are you alright?”

Her name was actually Ladybug. Kaito couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh, but even if he did, his struggle for breath against the weight on his chest prevented it. Was this guy going to turn out to be something like her familiar? He had called her “my Lady,” so it wasn’t such a farfetched idea. Kaito knew enough about witches and their lore from Akako to assume that it wouldn’t be out of place for a magical girl with immortal gems in her ears to have one; although they generally weren’t anthropomorphic, and even more rarely this human.

“I’m fine, Chat, you don’t have to keep holding him down,” she gestured to the pained expression on Kaito’s face. “I don’t think he’s any real threat, or if he is an akuma, he’s a lot more…present than the others.”

Akuma? A demon? What did that have to do with anything? Or perhaps that was part of the explanation for their earlier opponent’s invisible powers. What kind of world was Kaito getting into, what realm was he on the cusp of discovering, and was it safe for him to dare to dive in? He didn’t know if he really had a choice; he had to avenge his father, and he had to make sure to shatter the Pandora gem before Snake or his employer could get their hands on it. He hadn’t come all this way to be scared away by the thrill of something beyond typical comprehension. After all, he was a master of illusion and mind bending tricks himself.

“Agency can be more dangerous than a puppet just following orders,” the boy Ladybug had addressed as Chat replied. “I don’t think we should just let him go, especially if he’s after the Miraculous. You know only Butterfly and his cronies know about them.”

“He didn’t attack me, though, and he doesn’t seem to actually know what the Miraculous are or what they can do,” Ladybug explained. “He told me he’s been looking for them, but I haven’t gotten a satisfactory explanation why out of him yet.”

“Does it matter? Miraculous hunters are the enemy, and he looks just as ridiculous as the other akumas.”

“Look who’s talking,” Kaito huffed, and Chat ground his boot against Kaito’s diaphragm.

“Let’s just round up Mime’s stolen goods and return them before--”

Their time was up in an instant. The Mime stirred from his temporary paralysis, launching an attack Ladybug barely managed to dodge with a backflip. Chat ducked to the side and Kaito scrambled backwards before he could be targeted, rummaging in his pocket for his card gun as he got to his feet. His eyes zeroed in on the weapon lying near the edge of the roof, recalling that Ladybug had knocked it out of his hands.

“This is just not my night,” he grumbled out loud, removing a deck of cards from his pocket instead and tossing a few at the villain as he sprinted behind him.

“Don’t let him get away!” Ladybug warned as she returned to a bout of intense hand to hand combat with the Mime, Chat coming to her aid with some sort of black aura in his hand. “Not after all he’s seen!”

Chat changed his direction, targeting Kaito with a feline ferocity in his eyes that sent a chill up Kaito’s spine. Kaito slid to the ground, snatching his gun and turning it on the cat boy. Chat paused for a moment, examining the gun before a light of realization came to his eyes. He took a chance that cards were the only thing it could shoot, racing at Kaito with the aura of bad luck in his hand primed for attack. Kaito rolled out of the way and watched in undisguised horror as Chat’s hand struck the roof, the black aura in his hand extending from the point of impact and making everything it touched decay and crumble. Kaito rushed away from the zone of destruction, trying to remember his composure amidst the shock and panic swirling in his head. He hadn’t faced something this dangerous or formidable since he had dealt with Spider’s mind altering abilities.

“Watch out!”

Kaito whipped around, his eyes widening as the Mime set up a weapon he was familiar with enough to recognize it just by movement. He did his best to open his glider, but time was on none of their sides tonight. Just as he had clicked the belt into place the bomb exploded, sending him and the Miraculous holders arcing off the building. His ears rung at a maddening frequency as Kaito struggled to shake off his daze and at least glide himself to the ground. Everything spun in an overwhelming vacuum as Kaito fought with his gliding mechanism, the wind’s howl and ringing from the explosion assaulting his ears. He had fallen from greater heights and survived, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to shake himself out of this state fast enough.

Arms slipped under him, cradling him against a chest, and in the next moment Kaito felt still. He opened his eyes, trying to force them to focus as he observed the form of the red and black heroine that had given the warning call. Once again his savior, Kaito wondered if he was even going to be able to try to steal the gems in her ears without feeling immense guilt after all she’d done for him. She set him on his feet, and he brushed himself off and adjusted his monocle and hat, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the two heroes standing before him with crossed arms and tapping feet.

He cleared his throat. “Thank you for saving me, but I don’t think this is something you’re going to be able to wipe from my memory.”

Ladybug and Chat exchanged a glance Kaito couldn’t decipher, and he didn’t take the time to as his eyes strayed once more to Ladybug’s magical earrings, also noticing an equally bright green ring nestled on one of Chat’s fingers. Had Ladybug mentioned something about more than one person having magical stones like hers? He had probably zoned out for that part, and he also knew that it was the only explanation that made sense for the display Kaito had just witnessed. This was going to get even more interesting, although the situation had already greatly surpassed anything Kaito had expected to discover.

While Chat’s ring was certainly interesting, Kaito’s main focus was still Ladybug’s striking and mystical red Miraculous Stones. Without holding them up to the moonlight, he wouldn’t be able to tell if they were the exact hue he was looking for, but it was the closest he thought he’d stumbled upon thus far. He balled his hands into fists, reminding himself that he had made a lot of progress tonight, alongside wasting a lot of opportunities. He was fatigued and there was an endless tangle of thoughts tumbling around his head. The best course of action would probably be to withdraw and make better, more sophisticated plans to secure the gems at a later date. He didn’t think he had it in him to try to go up against Chat and Ladybug in an attempt to swipe them now, and to a point he did owe them for all the times they’d saved him from acute peril this evening.

“What do you think we should do with him, my Lady?” Chat inquired, ignoring Kaito’s nonchalance towards the situation. “We could always put a tracker on him, or turn him into the police.”

“For what?” Kaito challenged, affronted by such an uncouth suggestion. “Dressing outrageously and running into you two on a rooftop? If you think that warrants incarceration than I hope you’ll be turning yourselves in as well.”

“It’s alright, I’ll just try to rearrange his memory.” Ladybug suggested, a red and black aura materializing in her hand as her earrings, seeming to power it, freshly revived their glow.

Kaito narrowed his eyes at this display, taking a few steps back. Chat zipped behind him, craning his arms behind his back and holding him in place. There was no way Kaito was going to be able to successfully fight both of them off and avoid whatever magical formula Ladybug had cooked up in her hand. Lucky for him, he didn’t have to.

A red aura outlined Ladybug and Chat as an unseen force effectively paralyzed them. Kaito felt the grip on his arms loosen and release, and he shook out his shoulders and straightened his cape. Kaito recognized the red aura well, confident that tonight’s trouble was finally over. He stopped in front of Ladybug, the aura in her hand fading as her eyes swam with a mixture of disbelief and stubbornness. He materialized a small rose in his hand, slipping it behind Ladybug’s ear, his fingers trembling a bit at being so close to the gems. He reminded himself that good things come to those who wait, tenderly brushing his fingers against her cheek before leaving a soft kiss against it.

“I owe you both for saving me more than once tonight. Neither a gentleman nor a thief slights those that do them favors, especially ones as important as that. But this isn’t the last you’ll see of me; both you and your Miraculous Stones are dearly important to me.”

He flicked his wrist, producing one of his signature cards and laying it in Ladybug’s frozen, empty hand. “Let me know when you’re ready to play again. Courtesy of Kaito Kid.”

Kaito observed the mixture of agitation and shock that replaced Ladybug’s expression before turning and tipping his hat to Chat, who glared at him with a gaze that probably would have zapped him or something equally painful if his powers weren’t being suppressed. He strode out of the alley, walking a block before he caught sight of his unexpected saviors waiting in a car for him. Akako was still focused on keeping the Miraculous holders still, at least until they could get far enough away to not be followed. Kaito climbed into the back, removing his hat and monocle and resting his head on the seat.

“Seems like you got more than you bargained for tonight,” Hakuba teased as he drove through the Paris streets. It was amazing how much wonder these streets disguised, even just considering the fact that this car currently housed a renowned international thief, famous fledgling detective, and witch.

“I have a lot to tell you guys, but not tonight,” Kaito replied, rubbing his face. “I plan on doing nothing else but getting out of this suit and sleeping like a rock.”

“We already know quite a bit,” Akako explained. “Or enough that I knew we needed to come and rescue you. I started sensing some particularly foreboding auras not long after you went out, but I decided to consult my sources before I stopped you from running into the lead we’ve been looking for.”

Kaito sighed, shifting to press his head against the cool glass of the window. “We know the stones exist for sure now. And we know who has them. All that’s left is to earn a little trust, or get a little creative.”

“Well, you’re good at one of those things. Sometimes,” Akako replied, exhaling slowly as she was finally able to release the magic hold she’d conjured. “For now we could all use some rest. I hope you know what you’re doing, and you’re prepared to get involved with things beyond your understanding. Some of it has even started to go beyond mine.”

Kaito felt himself starting to slip into the realm of sleep, his words trailing off as he answered. “I have to do this. For myself and for people that are counting on me, whether they know it or not. And what’s wrong with getting in a little over my head? I have a feeling this experience could turn into something miraculous.”

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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Gods honest confession from a haunted house: stalked by what I find out recently to be called “shadowpeople”

I guess il summarize most of my more memorable experiences thus far. If you guys like I will post more. Excuse my punctuation and or typos.

About 12 years old I begin waking up on multiple occasions to my dad shaking me asking me very seriously if I was up right then and walking around of course I say no and become concerned,

alongside that my house is very strange we moved there when I was 4. It was built in the 70s and in Southern California inland empire We live in a culdasac where the house is on a acre surrounded by trees on a hillside, very creepy outside at night and in the house.

So my dad’s experiencing something I don’t know about yet. All the while my parents are going through a divorce. My dad moves out, I’m left with my mom and older sister, it’s hard to recall when things got weird cause strange and scary stuff always happened but I noticed when I had a new friend stay the night at around 13 yrs old and he up and left in the morning and didn’t wake me, come to find out he was being tormented by something standing in my doorway watching him as we slept in my room and he described the person to have a cloak and large hat and described them as one of those shadow people (never heard of at the time)He had asked me “someone was at your door watching us sleep that night did you know or see them?, was it your family?”

He was very creeped out and was kinda hard for me to take him serious with what he was saying.

So that was weird. All the while I’m the new man of the house my mom worked 2 jobs and I was homeschooled at this time so I had til late afternoon to myself and even when my mom was home I had free reign. Little things start happening like I’m in the living room and I hear cabinets and stuff opening in the kitchen once I go in the kitchen i hear my dog barking in the living room where I just was and this planter was knocked over, dirt scattered. Couldn’t explain it. More things like that happened.

Definitely I started to be aware of a presence. So fast forward, I sleep at the end of a hall that’s dark, I begin occasionally waking up to my door that was closed always, open and slight light pouring in and once I look I see a rather short silhouette and head peaking into my room around the corner of the threshold and I’m paralyzed with fear. I get up and pull my light string above my bed as fast as I can and my door is back shut, I’m sure I thought it was a dream, this happens about 5 more times and all the while I’m telling my mom about it and she never experienced a thing, doesn’t really believe me and doesn’t pay much mind other then telling me I’m having bad dreams.

Neither my sister too, she hasn’t experienced a thing. Then another time I wake up and see light pouring in through the cracks and underneath the door and I have sleep paralysis but I can see my door is shut still so no entity looking at me, except I see a black cloud misty type of thing seeping thru the top crack of my door and collecting, building and accumulating in the corner of the ceiling l, mind u it’s dark as f*** despite the foggy light behind the door in my room already and this things so black that you can see it in pitch black corners. I absolutely freak once I can move and run into my moms room I’m about 14 and was so scared I had to sleep with her. We buy sage and bless the house and say a few prayers at that time after and things calm down for a while,

meanwhile my sister is in a church which I’m not into nor is my mom. Someone from her church without any prior knowledge tells her that a demon is tormenting her brother, this girl didn’t even know she had a sibling.

Years later I’m off to live with My dad at 17. We get to talking and he explains about those times he woke me up in a panic and said that he kept seeing the Shadow person that I was seeing, he described waking up to a open door and light pouring in with a short person blacker than black facing him and walking back and forth near the door way. And him being very frightened each time he’d get up and try and find whoever was in the house and usually wake me up to see if it was me. I remember these times being woken up by my dad in a panic him asking me “were you just up right now?!” He said that one time he had been trying to tell my mom what he had been seeing and she kinda just ignores him and says he’s crazy or he’s having a dream.

he wakes up one time and sees the shadow person at the door in the hallway. Paralyzed with fear he manages to wake my mom up by nudging her with his hand and he whispered “look it’s there,” and my dog is growling on the edge of the bed, ( I’ve gotten stories from both sides my mom and dad of this incident and they match up) he’s seeing someone stand there with the door open but only sees a shadow and my dog probably does too, my moms telling him “I don’t see anything there’s nothing there!” She just sees the door shut and nothing but darkness no feeling or nothing but remembers the dog growling at the door.

I guess he called a demonologist and explained what was happening after a while and the guy had a name for it and everything but told my dad “you don’t see a large tall man at the foot of your bed with a cloak and or large hat? About 7 feet tall sometimes” My dad says “no only the short one outside the room” and he says” well what your describing is usually 1 of a pair of demons. And there’s usually a tall man with a strange hat“ And has my dad absolutely shook.

So the next couple nights at some point it happens again sees the small guy in the hallway and he takes a second look to his left and sees what he described as a 7 foot tall black abyss of a man standing at the foot of his bed and he’s wearing a very abnormally tall top hat and has a cloak on or a trench coat just standing there. I’m not exactly sure what happened after that he told me this story some years ago,

but that shook me to my core hearing that cause obviously those times where I was experiencing things in the night if I had taken a second look I might have saw him too instead of just the short one in the doorway. And it was sort of what my friend had described when I was a kid and he stayed the night.

Fast forward

So I move in with a gf at 19, haven’t been to my moms in a while.

She gets pregnant we get a small apartment. And things are ok for the most part.

After years of reminiscing about this shadow. Person, my son is 3 now,

I have a 1 bedroom in downtown and I pulled the mattress in the living room for movie night in the living room and we fell asleep In there

my gf left for her job at 1am I believe and I am with my son in the living room and about 10 feet in front of the foot of my bed to the left is the doorway to my bedroom,

I wake up around 3am regularly at this point also and always creeps me out. This time I wake up and i see light pouring in from my bedroom and a short shadow and or person looking at me from around the corner of the door threshold in my bedroom I’m instantly shocked with fear but I manage to sit up and I’m rubbing my eyes looking back at it over and over and wondering why it’s not going away when I rub my eyes thinking this can’t be happening! “No way am I seeing this” Then my son sits up with tired eyes and says “dad make go away” while pointing in that direction, (baby talk but he meant to say dad make him go away obviously) I’m absolutely shook to my core that I’m seeing this not believing my eyes then my child confirms it that yup I’m seeing this fucking thing again! As soon as respond tho and comfort my child it’s gone,

I tell my gf and she’s scared as well and knows of the history of my paranormal encounters and everything but things move forward

We let the lease run out on that apartment last year and weren’t ready to move, so we move with the in laws, we don’t get along well and never did so I move with my mom and come back to work near my family home, while my gf stays at her parents with the kid for their help (moved back in my moms 3 months ago) I’m 24 now, haven’t been here in 7 years almost and as soon as I’m back I’m getting into listening to scary stories on YouTube and I’m hearing story’s of “shadow people, the hatman, the old hag,” this story is the only reason I’ve made a reddit account. Just to share my experience

So I’m here alone a lot again. It started with one night I came home it was only me and I am in my room with my door shut, I hear noises as if someone’s home but I know there is not. Noises like fridge opening and slamming shut rather hard, my creaky old cabinets opening and shutting, the microwave. Etc etc. so I get up expecting someone in the kitchen and nothing. This is about 2am.

I go back to bed and hear it again and now I’m shook I’m frozen in fear as I was as a teen when things happened, I hear footsteps all through the house it sounds like someone’s walking from one end of the house down to my room and back distinct person footstep sounds back and forth rather fast too like someone rushing around to leave for work or something I’m looking out my window at the driveway

expecting to see my moms husbands car like maybe it’s him but no, nothing. I’m scared as fuck I lay back down despite the noise and I’m being quiet whatever it is I don’t want it to know I’m here. I hear this thing walk straight up to my door as I hope it doesn’t in my head it was like it knew, I hear it rest some weight against my door like as if someone put their hand on the knob and pressed a ear against the door (it’s unlocked) I’m frozen in fear and hoping to god the door don’t open and I swear I telepathically could sense this thing was contemplating coming in and decided not to and walked away,

(this was more frightening then the time the black smoke poured in the door, more frightening then when my child saw it too) so next few night it’s a weekend my mom and her husband are gone each night and I’m a night owl I’m up usually unless I got work in the am. I’m hearing things regularly just like what I described. But with my bad relationship with my mom I didn’t wanna immediately move back in and then start telling her The house is haunted and have her think I’m on drugs. even though knowing what happened when I was a young teen.

I finally days later very subtle I bring up that I was hearing stuff in the house and in the living room and did they happen to as well recently and I had said Is there a ghost or something has this happened since I left? and she says absolutely not, never, and makes a joke about that it may be something following me.

No more then a night or two later i fall asleep with no recollection, (usually I have to turn my tv or phone off to go to sleep once I’m tired) so I know generally the time I fell asleep even. This time I remember laying down, on instagram on my phone wasting time don’t remember being tired, next thing I can remember is the following

Im dreaming but not aware of it so I’m terrified. I’m bound with hands behind my back and I’m in pain and I’m in a purgatory sort of environment with this large hatted TALL dense black of a shadow in the figure of a man standing in front of me and he’s explaining to me for the better part that he’s a demon (exact words I can’t recall well) and telling me other things of that sort and he has a bloody fleshy decapitated head in his hand that is a demon head and has horns and fangs and he makes me take a bite out of it and eat the flesh as I’m in agony,

by that time my subconcious says this is ridiculous and it’s a dream so I wake up but once I wake up my blinds to my window swinging around making a fuck ton of noise and they are right next to my I sleep under the window alongside the wall, and I know for a fact my window is shut my door is shut, there is no draft whatsoever,

I get up immediately and am trying to process the dream I was having and why it sounded like someone jumped through my window with the blinds shut and the window shut. I am up now trying to recreate it and I open my window even and my door and the window in the room of which my door is in and try to create a draft as such to make my blinds move all crazy and make noise, not even with my window open could I get them to move.

And when I say moving they were making so much noise and swinging around like I said as if something had went crashing into them without breaking my window, I know for a fact my window was shut. I just can’t explain why they moved, I don’t have a ceiling fan nor any other fan it gets pretty stagnant as far as air there’s no draft where I’m at in the house and I just can’t explain it, NOT TO MENTION THE DREAM IM HAVING BEFORE THAT. That brings you up to speed to present day that was about 3 weeks ago.

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ladymusic600 · 5 years

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Night Terrors are a medical ailment and not demon possession.

Most people who have night terrors are too scared to go back to sleep but i just fall back to sleep seconds later...Sleep terrors are episodes of screaming, intense fear and flailing while still asleep. Also known as night terrors, sleep terrors often are paired with sleepwalking. Like sleepwalking, sleep terrors are considered a parasomnia an undesired occurrence during sleep. A sleep terror episode usually lasts from seconds to a few minutes, but episodes may last longer. Causes: Sleep terrors are classified as a parasomnia — an undesirable behavior or experience during sleep. Sleep terrors are a disorder of arousal, meaning they occur during N3 sleep, the deepest stage of non-rapid eye movement (NREM) sleep. Another NREM disorder is sleepwalking, which can occur together with sleep terrors.

Sleep terrors sometimes can be triggered by underlying conditions that interfere with sleep, such as: Sleep-disordered breathing — a group of disorders that include abnormal breathing patterns during sleep, the most common of which is obstructive sleep apnea Restless legs syndrome(check) Some medications Mood disorders, such as depression and anxiety(check) In adults, alcohol use

Sleep terrors are more common if family members have a history of sleep terrors or sleepwalking(which my mom and sister both do). In children, sleep terrors are more common in females. (yay....)

night terrors and my ptsd: Night terrors and nightmares can be scary for the person who is experiencing them. But they can be especially frightening for a spouse or bed partner who finds himself or herself a helpless bystander. Anyone can experience nightmares or night terrors, but as many as 96% of people with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) suffer from vivid nightmares that can feel overwhelmingly real. And unlike garden-variety bad dreams, those nightmares are more likely to involve physical thrashing or other bodily movements. For some, that can make sleeping in the same bed difficult, if not dangerous.

Nevertheless, there are things that you can do to support your partner during the day that will set you both up for a better night’s sleep. -Support them. -Avoid Alcohol (a lot of ways for me) -Don’t Interfere!! It can be tempting to try to awaken your partner from a night terror, but it’s actually very difficult to do so. Even if the person appears to be awake, he or she is likely to sleep right through the episode and forget all about it in the morning. Instead, wait it out! like for children only step in when violence or harm is happening. i know it will be hard to watch your loved one or child deal with it. -Adjust Your Sleeping Arrangement. ex: a night light, keeping the door closed, anything. -Manage Stress. Set the stage for better sleep by working on good communication with your spouse throughout the day, being proactive about managing stress, and spending a little time doing something that you enjoy every day whether that means watching Netflix, knitting a sweater, or playing fantasy sports. Add in a healthy bedtime routine (think: shut down electronics a half hour before bed and read something calming) and you’ll both be on the path to better sleep.

Night Terror or Nightmare? Nightmares occur during the dream phase of sleep known as REM sleep. Most people enter the REM stage of sleep sometime after 90 minutes of sleep. The circumstances of the nightmare will frighten the sleeper, who usually will wake up with a vivid memory of a long movie-like dream. Night terrors, on the other hand, occur during a phase of deep non-REM sleep usually within an hour after the subject goes to bed. This is also known as stage 4. During a night terror, which may last anywhere from five to twenty minutes, the person is still asleep, although the sleepers eyes may be open. When the subject does wake up, they usually have no recollection of the episode other than a sense of fear. This, however, is not always the case. Quite a few people interviewed can remember portions of the night terror, and some remember the whole thing. Like me I never remember the whole thing just the actually part never the dream that lead to it or after.

Little info on PTSD and MDD (which i both have) in this case people with one or the other will most likely experience night terrors, nightmare and sleep paralysis. For those who don't know what these are let me explain. MDD is major depressive disorder, Depression is a mood disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Also called major depressive disorder or clinical depression, it affects how you feel, think and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems. You may have trouble doing normal day-to-day activities, and sometimes you may feel as if life isn't worth living. More than just a bout of the blues, depression isn't a weakness and you can't simply "snap out" of it. Depression may require long-term treatment. PTSD also known as post traumatic stress disorder. It Isn’t Just For Soldiers. When you think of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, a white girl from the middle of no where who has never fought in a war is probably the last person you think of. Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), once called shell shock or battle fatigue syndrome, is a serious condition that can develop after a person has experienced or witnessed a traumatic or terrifying event in which serious physical harm occurred or was threatened. PTSD is a lasting consequence of traumatic ordeals that cause intense fear, helplessness, or horror, such as a sexual or physical assault, the unexpected death of a loved one, an accident, war, or natural disaster.

one time i woke up i dont think i was fully awake, or was i? no..well either way i woke up to the feeling of something crawling on me, brushed it off literally thinking it was a mouse, but i kept feeling it and it was more than 1 like 20+ and they felt like mice crawling but like human hairless skin...woke up screaming ran to my light had a bad panic attack scared my dogs and cats....and myself.

a couple nights ago i woke up and had a panic attack because im such a deep sleeper, i guess i laid on my arm the wrong way and it went fully numb and i couldn't move it and it was laying near my head....i thought it was cut off....

there are more but i can't remember most of them those 2 just stick out to me the most and also they are from when i was a kid

I wouldn't wish anything i go through on a daily on my worst enemy...

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apatheticshit · 7 years

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*01.09.2017* Half-assed

12:10 AM I am waiting for Austin to head over to my apt so he can pick me up and we can get some fooooooooood. I just ate a Guatemalan Tamale, but there is always room for desert ya feels.

After my last post I went to work and worked with Priscilla and Crystal, which was a cool time for the gals. I feel like this trio together is good.

After work I came straight home, and have been zoning out in this chair ever since... 9? Sure, probably.

I suppose I’ve been thinking about my sleeping disorders for a while now, which has been causing me to stress out a bit. The thoughts on mind that come NATURALLY are never quite positive, which is fine, it is just something I noticed. Weed helps me with positive thinking and maintaining a healthy mindset, it has convinced me. After two years of owning a med card, at the ripe age of 18, I am sure enough to say it really did help.

* Zone out: I believe that if you teach a child at a young age that evil and fear manifests itself in the form of sin or Satan, demons and wrong-doing, then whenever the body or mind feels stress, fear, threatened, weak then your body will associate those two together in the form of dreams, and like I said: fear. My former self is so scared of paranormal evils such as: ghosts, spirits, demons, and/or Satan. When I was young I was taught fear is doing wrong, and so my thought processes were always rolling wondering if my actions were right or wrong. Being an off and on church kid growing up, the Christian bible, somewhere within its pages says a sin is a sin no matter what in the eyes of God, he sees them all the same. I do not know exactly where he says that, but I know it echoes in my mind quite often. I felt guilty when I thought of the disgusting sins some people take action upon, and in the eyes of God they are just the same. I suppose that is why I decided it is better for me to NOT believe in Christianity. If I do not believe in this folklore (I use the term very loosely) then my very real life experiences I face with sleep paralysis are not actually satanic things trying to reach me, instead I am just stressed and this is how stress manifests within myself. Since I am committing to this diary I am also going to write my dreams for a dream journal.

I bring religion and sleep paralysis together for a reason, because they go hand in hand. Many of my nightmares feature the same fears, like the ones stated above. One day I will write about my sleep paralysis journey, but for now let us think about how they occur in late 2016, early 2017. Sleep paralysis for me, is getting stuck somewhere in between being awake and being asleep. Sometimes, depending on my sleeping position, and which of my senses are heightened, the sleep paralysis “dreams” aka nightmares occur differently. The thing that is different between a real dream and sleep paralysis dream is my real life mind when I am awake is present for the dream/nightmare. My body does not know how to process getting stuck in between the natural sleep cycle and it manifests itself in a variety of ways: loud noises, grappling hands, a dream, seeing something scary, etc. I guess since I believe fear and stress were taught to me at a young age to be centered around the Bible’s good and evil themes, when sleep paralysis happens to me, many of my dreams are themed with the bible’s evil themes. idk. if that makes sense. It isn’t biblical at all but I often find myself fearing over Satan or demons or things that can hurt me or that are watching me or something. I know this is not true, but it is in innate fear that resides within myself, because it enveloped my mind when I was young. I’ve ALWAYS had a hard time sleeping, because I would keep myself up in fear due to ghosts or something. I still sleep with the light on, mang.

1:01 Am Idk where this zone out went/is going

Either way, I realized that when I try to fall asleep in the fetal position my sleep paralysis dream can manifest itself in the form of a roller coaster dream. I’m still scared of roller coasters but these dreams are not the same as any regular dream would be, instead I feel clamped up, rigid, sitting in a seat, head hanging forward

I’ve been having a few roller coaster dreams, the most recent one I explained to my mom in the garage. She wanted to take me somewhere so people could pray over me but I explained to her that would make me really uncomfortable. In my dream it felt similar to final destination 3, where that one girl does not want to ride the roller coaster but she puts on a brave face for her friends. I felt like that girl and I don’t remember who was on the roller coaster with me because if Austin was there I would remember I feel, so he wasn’t but in my head I’m like thinking this is a devil ride if you open your eyes you're gonna be really freaked out so don’t open those eyes, all the whiles I am in my seat and my head is stuck down almost as if i am in the fetal position sitting upright in this roller coaster chair, fists clenched, and eyes clenched. I am ready for this I tell myself because I have to go through the drops anyways. This dream started out as a dream and transitioned into sleep paralysis. I had gotten sleep para

12:19 AM: I don’t feel like finishing what I started here because it feels a liddo bit like homework, and IM ON BREAKKKKK lul

Im hanging out with austin watching mark wiens from migrationology cause he got sum freaky eyessssssss

k bai

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