#nightmare tw

a small doodle of one of the things in my nightmare. it was a combination of a pincher bug and a frog.

it was frog sized and had more of a frog head, eyes, and legs. but the rest was more pincher bug/earwig like. and in my dream, TONS OF THESE THINGS WERE CRAWING UP MY WALLS COMING FROM MY WINDOWS.

Their little pinchers and antennas came out and basically stung me like a bee??? more like a damn splinter. so many were in my room and I couldn't get them out or really get out of my bed.

also hellopet was IN THIS. I WAS ON HELLOPET BEFORE OR WHILE I SAW THEM. Which made me think this was. real for a little while :(

Marsha was hesitant when Eath suggested having a sleepover. Marsha didn't like sleep; most of the times when she slept, she had either nightmares or one of those weird dreams again. She didn't really have good dreams anymore. This was something she had yet to disclose to Eath due to how personal it was. On one hand, Marsha was scared to accidentally fall asleep but at the same time, Eath might become suspicious if Marsha did all that she could to stay awake. In the end, Marsha ended up crashing anyways.

"I'm sorry..." Marsha muttered in her sleep. "Daddy...please...I can do better...I can get it right..."

When Eath grabbed Marsha's shoulders, Marsha didn't register that it was Eath touching her shoulder. All she could register was the last thing that happened during her nightmare: her father tightly squeezing her shoulders, crouching down so he could hiss in her ear: "Again."

Aching.- Cove awoke to it in silence, gold hues flickering open to the dark ceiling up above. It didn't take more than a quarter of a second for it to register- the dull thud with each beat of their heart, the way every inch of their body seemed to growl in protest when a limb stretched to try to raise themself.

It wasn't until the snap of their elbow joint fracturing that Cove realized they were in bad shape. Their arm dropped to the sheets, all sensation instantly vaporized from the severed limb.

Panic stirred in their chest. A rabid creature that swirled and nibbled and cut and cried- and they could do naught but lay and endure it. Couldn't call for help. They could risk moving- but there was no telling how long their body would endure without its stabilizer. They were royally fucked unless someone entered the room and found them. They were going to die, here. It was going to be slow. It was going to hurt and they could only c r y -

"COVE."

They shot upright. Startled from their slumber, tail puffed and ears swiveling to try to find the source of the noise---

"---there you are...." One of their hands slid, aiming for the slot just above their hip. "You aren't out of Poppy Gel...but it is time for you and I to top up." The blond looked up. It wasn't hard to find Proto's face, a singular canary-yellow hue gazing back.

Damn nightmare...

it was uncomfortable, being on the other side of this. normally ilya was the one calming shane down. he'd gotten good at it — learning the right things to say, how to hold him, ground him. ilya had never been like this in front of shane, not really. feeling completely out of control.

❝ i can't. ❞ he can hear his own voice in his head: his own advice. but right now it feels IMPOSSIBLE. his breathing won't stabilize. he can't get a full breath in, it's making his hands go numb. he curls his fingers into fists over and over, trying to regain some feeling. nails dig into his palms.

❝ fuck. fuck. ❞ ilya is still shaking as he sits up, curls damp with sweat. ❝ sorry. i don't even really remember what was... fuck. sorry. ❞

there were a number of reasons rozanov didn't sleep in public — this was one of them. but he'd started feeling unwell in the middle of practice, and one of the guys had to practically drag him to the medical cot in the locker room to get him to slow down. he hadn't really meant to fall asleep.