prince-of-nightmares

Dads fun

Logicality/PTA Sanders

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Honestly, Prince and Anxiety found it all particularly… Disturbing.

After all the time spent together, it was obvious that something would develop. After all, Logic and Morality were opposites and opposites always attracted. Besides, they were always together, arguing, making Thomas’ life a living hell together, and honestly neither Prince or Anxiety could say there was anything more romantic than that.

And when Logic and Morality decided to stop the bickering and the running around in circles, it came to no one’s surprise that wonderful relationship that worked far better than anyone could even imagine.

And still, Prince and Anxiety couldn’t say they were fully comfortable with what was going on. After all, while Morality was the closest they had for a dad, Logic also made a very strict father, so watching the two together was like watching parents being lovely to each other.

And no child found that any type of amusing.

So whenever they kissed in front of the other two, Prince and Anxiety did not hesitate and let out a grossed out sound and look away. Or when Morality gave Logic flowers (plastic ones, because he was allergic), Prince and Anxiety just groaned out of annoyance.

And the two meant no harm, but slowly they noticed that Logic’s and Morality’s contacts had been stopping and they were confused, suddenly feeling very guilty for acting like that.

So one day, when they knew both were home and together, they decided to apologise. They headed to Logic’s bedroom, knowing the two would be there, and slowly opened the door, trying not to scare anyone inside.

The TV was on, so the other two did not hear the door opening, but thy were surely too lost in their own little world to notice anyway. Morality was sitting in Logic’s lap, face nuzzled against the teacher’s neck, leaving soft kisses there as the teacher caressed the father’s hair with his fingers and wrote down a few notes with his free hand.

They looked incredibly lovely like that, so both Anxiety and Prince moved away, and slowly closed the door.

“We have been harsh on them” Prince said, and anxiety nodded, before furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes. But I’m not letting them make out on the couch. Last time they were humping each other” he said firmly, and Prince made a disgusted and surprised face, making the dark side chuckle. “What? It’s true”

“Don’t remind me of that day. I still have nightmares” Prince said, dramatically, and Anxiety chuckled louder before nodding and walking away.

“Come on Princey. Let’s make some tea and eat some cookies. Leave the lovebirds be”

“Alright. But no more reminding me about gross stuff with our dads”

“Do you think Logic calls Morality daddy?”

“ANXIETY!”

The types as Daedric princes

ENTJ - Molag Bal, Prince of Domination. Evil alpha boss.

ISTJ - Jyggalag, Prince of Order. Enough said.

ESTP - Mehrunes Dagon, Prince of Destruction. Never has well-thought out plans and usually leaves a path of chaos in their wake.

INFP - Namira, Prince of Darkness and Decay. Just wants to be left alone to ruminate in their own dark thoughts but will attack if provoked.

ENFJ - Azura, Prince of the Dawn and Dusk. Friendly but vain. Always in need of attention from their followers.

ESFP - Sanguine, Prince of Debauchery. Did someone say ‘party’?

INTP - Hermaeus Mora, Prince of Knowledge and Fate. Indifferent, aloof and more interested in spending time with the curiosities they’ve collected than in people.

ESTJ - Boethiah, Prince of Deceit and Murder. Always second to Molag Bal.

INTJ - Vaermina, Prince of Nightmares. Evil, manipulative and will show people unimaginable horrors if you get into their head.

ENFP - Malacath, Prince of the Spurned. Has a soft spot for those who have been marginalized or ostracized.

ISFP - Nocturnal, Prince of the Night. Not really all that evil, but not as innocent as you might think either.

ESFJ - Meridia, Prince of Energy and Light. Kind and caring unless you offend them. Also has a weird dogma about what’s right and wrong.

INFJ - Mephala, Prince of Spiders, Sex and Murder. Extremely desirable and mysterious. Has a cult following that will do virtually anything for them, making them far, far more manipulative and wicked than people realize.

ISFJ - Peryite, Prince of Natural Order and Disease. Likes order but for some reason everyone finds them weak and annoying.

ISTP - Hircine, Prince of the Hunt. Extreme sports, the Great Outdoors and killing things, y’all.

ENTP - Sheogorath, Prince of Madness, and Clavicus Vile, Prince of Wishes. Quite mad and likes to think they know how to trick people, but usually ends up tripping over their own feet instead. Also horrible at listening to their friends’/sidekicks’ advice.

I was thinking about the 1979 Jack Frost, how he causes little pranks and inconveniences with his shadow, and how Jerk Frost would use his fearlings for mostly the same things (without that whole ‘for love’ thing). He names them and sees them as close, clever pets who are always on the same page. He only has 4 fearlings.

My sister named this fearling May-hue, by the way.

withoutfandomsiamnothing  asked:

Prompt The Traits have their own sides maybe Like anxiety literally meets his own anxiety who's just terrible and the others and Thomas are terrified.

Ok guys in the end this got really dark so…

Quick warnings: mentions of blood, claustrophobia, giant spiders, drowning and angst

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What none of them knew was that each one of Thomas’ sides had their own sides.

Yes, it was confusing, but it was real, and none of them knew. Not for a very long time. But months after Thomas started to have a deeper contact with his sides, they found out that they also had sides themselves, but they were… A little different.

For being sides of sides, they could not have physical form. They were more like differently coloured shadows. Morality was yellow, Logic was blue, Prince was red and Anxiety was black. And because they were sides of sides, it meant that they were the core of each one of them. They had no personality. They were the deepest and most intense meanings of each one of the sides.

So the day where Anxiety’s Anxiety came up, it was out of nowhere, and it was intense.

They were recording with Thomas, but Anxiety had been fighting a panic attack for longer than ten minutes now. He tried to focus, on Logic or Prince or Morality or even Thomas, but soon the whole idea became too much, even making Thomas bothered.

“I don’t feel well” Thomas said, closing his eyes, and anxiety sat down on the stairs, covering his face with his hands, trying to focus on anything but the fear, fear, fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know. Sometimes, things just came up and he felt too much.

“I’m sorry” Anxiety muttered, curling up on himself while Thomas sat down on the couch, forgetting about the camera recording everything. Morality rushed to Thomas, worried, while Prince and Logic went to Anxiety.

Not even one minute later, the walls started to get black around Anxiety, and even Thomas, who was trying to even his breathing out, had to look up. Prince and Logic did the same, stepping back scared, and Anxiety lifted his head up, eyes filled with tears, confused, when he noticed the shadow around him. The attack gave place to a scared yelp, and he jumped up, rushing between Prince and Logic as the shadow grew and grew on the wall, taking the form of a man with red eyes.

“Ann, why did you stop?” The shadow said, the voice coming from everywhere and nowhere exactly, making the five men in the room move backwards.

“W-who are you?” Prince asked, stepping forward to stay between the other four and the shadow figure. The shadow let out a dark laugh, slowly moving away from the wall and becoming a three dimensional being.

“Hello Roman. Long time no see” it said, voice dark as he approached the royal. It had no feet, it’s for so going down all the way and making a circle on the ground of darkness. “I can’t believe you forgot about me. After all those times we fought…”

“You…” He said, confused, frowning. “Who are you?”

“I am Ann’s anxiety” the shadow said, wondering around the five and making them move closer to each other, Anxiety and Thomas in the middle of the circle. “You can call me… Nightmare”

“Nightmare?” Prince asked, taking his sword out and watching the shadow as it circled them. “I didn’t know you could take physical form”

“Please make it stop” Anxiety whispered between them all, whimpering in fear, before being held by Thomas, pressing his face against his host’s chest. The shadow laughed loudly, jumping over them and making a curtain of darkness surround the five of them.

“Come on Ann. Don’t be afraid. All of them have me” it said, and then let out an evil laugh. “You’re not the only one that is afraid of something…”

“Let us out!” Prince yelled, waving his sword only to realise that the curtain was now an open, entirely dark room. The room laughed again, red eyes appearing around thirty meters away from them. The royal then growled, seeing and feeling how scared the others were, and used his rage to run to the pair of eyes in the darkness, sword up ready for an attack.

“Roman!” Morality called out, but before he could hold him back he was off. In the middle of the way, however, Prince tripped, falling on his face and letting his sword go. When he opened his eyes, he was in a cell, and as he looked back, there were metal bars holding him apart from the others.

“O-oh no” Anxiety mumbled, lifting his head just enough to see a dark hand over the block of concrete that held Prince hostage.

“Everything is becoming so small Roman” the room said, the hand closing around the block, and Prince gasped, falling on the floor as the walls got smaller and smaller, making him panic, curling up into himself as he tried to ignore the feeling of the walls getting small enough to crush him slowly and painfully until he was a pool of broken bones and blood.

“Roman” Thomas breathed out, scared, his voice coming at least one octave higher than usual, his arms tightening around Anxiety to comfort himself. Morality’s eyes were wide, scared, and he rushed to the cell, pulling on the dark fingers.

“Let him go! You’re hurting him!” He yelled, but the hand only moved beyond the father’s reach, and darkness surrounded him as well, making him turn around, dizzy. Suddenly, he felt something sticky surrounding his feet, and then legs, up his waist, and when he looked up, he was upside down, being held up by his feet right under a giant spider web with a giant spider turning him around, surrounding him with her black sticky web. He didn’t even have time to speak, his mouth and head being covered by the giant insect while he squirmed and waved around, screams coming muffled as he tried to save himself desperately.

“Dad…” Anxiety let out, his voice nothing more then a scared breath, both him and Thomas too frozen and afraid to even speak, while Logic did his best to surround his host and his friend away from the invisible threat.

However, his act of protector lasted for no longer than a few seconds, before a dark rope wrapped itself around his feet, pulling him hard to the ground and making him scream as he was dragged away from the other two, Thomas trying to reach out before Logic was pulled into a tank filled with water and tied to the ground, surrounded by the most horrendous sea monsters without any chance to breathe. He squirmed, using his free hands to reach the air above him but without rope enough to reach it himself and breathe. However, as this was Nightmare, the water would never really kill him, but the feeling of drowning would be ever present until he could find a way of getting out.

“Small places, spiders, water” the darkness whispered as Thomas and Anxiety watched the other three struggling to get out of their nightmares, both with their eyes wide and filled with tears. They were trembling from their feet to their heads, unable to move, barely able to breathe. “What is your fear Ann? What are you afraid of?”

“Anxiety!” Thomas screamed as darkness moved through the small spaces that they weren’t touching, and suddenly Anxiety was alone.

Alone.

In a dark room.

No sounds.

No Thomas.

No nightmare.

He was alone.

“Alone” he whispered, a sob coming up as he fell to his knees, hands over his face. “Alone…”

He was alone.

But he didn’t want to be alone.

And suddenly, in the darkness, three pairs of colourful eyes appeared.

“Ann” a whisper. He looked up, scared, and jumped backwards when he saw the other three pair of eyes in front of him: a blue one, a yellow one and a red one.

“We can help you” another voice, slightly different, said, and the eyes came closer, slowly taking form of colourful shadows.

“Come” a third voice whispered, and slowly they surrounded him, brightness surrounding him and making his eyes close.

“I don’t want to be alone!” Anxiety said, loudly, and suddenly the brightness shone, a loud sound coming to Anxiety’s ears, the darkness disappearing.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with Thomas’ living room, with the host looking terrified next to the couch.

“Anxiety?” He muttered, voice shaking so much that it didn’t even sound like he had called the persona. Anxiety looked around, seeing no sign of the others. “Where…”

“I’m sorry Thomas” he said, also shaken, before moving closer to him and hugging him gently. “I need to find the others. Lay down” he said, helping the man sit on the couch before he sank in to Thomas’ mindset.

The situation in there was… Chaotic.

Never in his life Anxiety had felt worst.

Because he had never seen the other three curled up, together, with all of them crying copiously against the other’s shoulder, coughing and almost throwing up from crying so much, clearly feeling worst than anything else before.

He gave one step towards them and froze, the three looking at him scared and still crying. After a moment of silence, interrupted only by sniffles and hiccups, Anxiety felt his own tears filling up his eyes and he rushed to the group, saying ‘sorry’ millions of times as he was hugged and brought into the family hug.

And just like a nightmare, they comforted each other, and everything came back to normal, with a few conditions: Morality ever had to remove any bug from the house again, Prince was allowed to open any door or window at any time, even if it was raining or snowing, no one could have a bath while Logic was at home, and Anxiety would never, ever be let alone again, unless he really insisted on it.

Promptis Drabble--Nightmares

@thatkanragirl​ gave me the prompt– “Noctis has a nightmare and won’t tell Prompto what it was about, but he’s visibly shaken and refuses to let him leave the bed.”

Word Count: 940


Prompto had only been gone for a few minutes to get a glass of water, woken by the intense heat of Insomnia’s summer that even Noct’s state-of-the-art apartment couldn’t completely keep out. When he heard Noct in the other room screaming he almost broke the glass as he tossed it back into the sink.

Noct was screaming his name.

Just as Prompto slid back through the doorway, he saw Noct hit the floor with a painful thud, long pale legs tangled in the black silken sheets, his hair slick and stuck to his neck with sweat. The prince’s eyes were wide with shock, rimmed with unspent tears, and his chest heaved as if someone had held him underwater. Prompto was there in an instant, holding Noct’s face between his palms to get him to look at him. Noct’s pulse fluttered between Prompto’s callous fingertips, and it took an excruciatingly long moment for Noct to recognize his best friend.

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Alright then, here are some clean images of Jack Frost, Prince of Nightmares. Jerk Frost. This style of Jack would be if he was made into the nightmare child that Pitch had failed to create at first. Jack would’ve accepted it to save the other so on and so on. 

I imagine the fearlings this young Prince would make would be highly influenced by Jack’s wintry core. His personality would move into some icy extremes as well, heading towards a cold narcissism. His ‘fun’ would definitely border on the sadistic and harmful, a “if I’m not having fun then no one is having fun” basis.

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