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bakerstreet2020-11-16 02:36 am
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the nightmare meme

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow...
You're trapped in your worst nightmare and worse yet,
you've dragged someone right along in with you.
You feel like you can't escape and any fear you've ever had
is coming true or you're being forced to watch helplessly as
someone you care about is in mortal danger or pain but you can't save them.
Whatever you fear the most can and will come true.
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1. motions. you're trapped in your worst nightmare, forced to through the horror to completion with whoever you've drawn into your dream.
2. chased. you're both being chased by something horrible, but it feels more like you're running in place.
3. tortured. held down and tortured in every way imaginable. Can whoever else is in your dream save you?
4. helpless. you're helpless, only able to watch as the person dragged into your dream is hurt, tortured, or otherwise in danger, but you can't help.
5. tormentor. the person in your dream is not there to help, but to hurt. They are not a friend... at least not right now. Maybe they're fighting against whatever is urging them to hurt you or are taking great delight in it.
6. uncontrolled. you're hurting someone you care about and taking delight in it... or at least outwardly. Inside, you might be fighting it with everything you've got.
7. other. mix and match or make your own up.

ben k̶y̶l̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶n̶ solo. STAR☆WARS. ota
Ganymede | Greek mythology
Richie Tozier || IT
Gerard Keay - The Magnus Archives - ota
kíli ( tolkien)
Magneto | Marvel 616 | OTA
Nightfall, and as the lights winked on across the city, one figure soared above them all. Magneto stared down at all those twinkling lights, all those humans secure in the knowledge that nothing bad would happen to them, and he felt an overwhelming rage. In his arms was a mutant child, no older than twelve, her body broken. Below him, crushed beyond recognition but held aloft by his power, was the Sentinel that attacked the child in his arms.
A helicopter hovered nearby. A drone camera drew closer. He allowed it. He didn't hide the child in his arms. Just as he didn't hide the rage in his eyes. He didn't know what threats he made, what kind of doom he promised in retribution for that innocent life snuffed out. He just knew what he had to do.
Did he? Did he, though? A persistent voice in the back of his mind said this was wrong. Where was he? Which city was this? Why couldn't he remember what he said? He couldn't attack, it would...it would do something...something he didn't want. He couldn't remember, and in a moment, it didn't matter.
A police helicopter came up behind him. The sniper in the passenger compartment took a shot. Fool! Magneto sent the bullet ricocheting away as he turned his furious stare on the police. They would all regret the mutant blood on their hands.
His first move was to send the Sentinel's head through the cockpit of the circling helicopters. The resulting explosion and fireballs that spiraled down to the river drew screams from below. Magneto watched, rage and disgust written in every fiber of his being. They had more empathy for their own than for an innocent child.
They would pay for that. Dearly.
He raised one hand. As vehicles on the street began to rise into the air, the streets themselves began to shake and buckle. Buildings swayed. A crack opened in the middle of the city, at first small, then wider and wider. From inside the crack, there came a glow and a smell like Hell itself.
Magneto watched the volcano rise up. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. He poured more of his fury into his power, and the earth rumbled and shook harder. He would destroy the entire city if he had to. A shield of pure energy surrounded him as he descended to hover just above a nearby building. He would watch it from here. Watch the city die and get swallowed up by the sea.
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Billy didn't know what. It didn't occur to him to think that strange. He was too used to his heart pounding and his stomach rolling in response to nothing at all; the weight of anxiety lived in his bones every day. It was like an old friend, then, wrapped around him and warning him that something unnamed was coming. It dragged on him like a weight tied around his spirit even as he willed himself to float upward through the glowing lights of the city.
He knew with unnatural certainty that the source of his fear was hanging like a sword above them.
It takes him a moment to recognize the sound of helicopter blades over his rabbit heart. By the time he did, it was too late for the helicopter and the pilot. The fireballs flew by him close enough to scorch the edges of his cape and he twisted, first out of the way and then into a dive sharp dive.
"Go into the river, go into the river, go into the river-"
The debris wobbled, difficult to manipulate in a way Billy hadn't felt since he was a sixteen-year-old armed with a self-help book, but finally splashed down. There was no time to feel relief as he turned to the next task, because the next task was -
The next task was impossible.
There's too much, he thought as he floated in frozen indecision. Whoever had decided to destroy the city today was too powerful, and there wasn't a chance Billy could stop it all at once. He watched in helpless horror as the ground split and he screamed Put it back the way it was over and over -
No sound came out of his mouth and the magic did not take.
That. That wasn't fine, but he'd just have to do something else. He would have to find another way, hold down the fort until the Avengers or the X-Men or someone who actually knew what they were doing showed up. And if he couldn't stop what was happening on the ground, he could throw himself at the source.
As he rose, recognition flickered. How could he have failed to notice before? The cape, the helmet, larger than life and waiting for him.
"Magneto!" He called, and this time his voice worked. It echoed unnaturally loud across the distance. "Magneto, stop!"
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No! Part of him desperately wanted to warn Billy. The part of him that loved his children and his grandchildren fought the overwhelming hate fueling him. He couldn't make his mouth work, but he was able to reach up and pull off his helmet. Not today! Something's wrong! Despite the rage fueling him, his face was terrified. This isn't happening. It can't be real. I'm not doing this!
Instead, a voice that was his but not called out furiously, "Billy! Don't stand in my way!" He raised his free hand and magma shot out of the crack in the earth. "They fear mutants so much, they'd kill an innocent..." He looked down at his arms. She was gone. He scowled. Had he dropped her? Where'd she go? No matter. "They killed an innocent girl. All because she was a mutant. She was a child!" Pretty lies. He knew why he did this. It was for him. It always had been. "If they want to fear mutants, I can remind them who they should fear!"
sorry for the delay!
No worries!
illyana rasputin | new mutants
clara oswald | doctor who
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Lambert || The Witcher 3 || OTA
#4, Lambert's nightmare. Lemme know if you need me to change anything ❤️
Curiously though, he thinks perhaps that one of his old anxieties has crept back on when he finds himself coming out of unconsciousness, head throbbing, bound at the wrists and ankles.
Oh no. He doesn't want to open his eyes. He doesn't want to confirm what he suspects: the long rope, the tall rafter, the impossibly heavy bucket of lime. The leering face of Rience the murderer. It's only a memory, he tries to tell himself. You survived it once. Maybe the memory will take funny turn into a very different kind of dream when Yenn turns up to rescue you. Wouldn't that be lovely?
He cracks one eye and finds himself not on the filthy old pigsty but in some kind of cellar and the person he sees first isn't Rience or any of his lackeys that had been there the night Dandelion almost sacrificed his hands for his love of Geralt and Yennefer and Ciri but instead a man he doesn't know at all. The man has a beard and a pair of bright yellow eyes that are at once strange and familiar.
"Hello, little bird." The flesh peddler Jad Karadin purrs.
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tw for hand trauma, mild gore (just in case)
It's hand trauma all the way down really.
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Dabi | BNHA
A Plain Doll | Bloodborne | ota
Ben Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
DR. CASPER DARLING —— CONTROL.
Number Five | The Umbrella Academy | OTA
alan wake.
margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got | ota
sam winchester | spn
dean winchester | supernatural
dorian pavus • dragon age inquisition
"han siwon" (yoon taemin) | at the end of the road
Sleeping Beauty | SinoAlice