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[intellectualtomfoolery]

DREAM

This unimpressive archive of mine consists of a dream. I had it years ago when I was in third grade and my power of perception wasn't as strong back then as it is now so I didn't ponder much about it.

Have you ever dreamt that you were falling from an extreme height? This one here is quite common. Everyone has this one at least once in a lifetime. I do too, a lot infact. Many people say that we see this when we almost die in our sleep. They say, angels carry our soul away but while doing it, their hands sometimes slip, and as they slip, we do too and fall. As we fall, our soul becomes conscious and because of that, all we experience is the fall. We become frightened and there is a sinking feeling in our chest as we feel the air climbing skyward at an extremely swift pace. We feel our sides burn as we brace for impact. But just as we are about to hit the earth, we wake up with a throbbing in our heart. Cold sweat and quickened breaths.

But this isn't the dream I want to talk about. It's similar but then again, it's not.

Imagine you're falling just like you are in the last one, but it's different this time. There isn't an end to it, no ground. You're not just somewhere, why, you're in space! But there is no gravity in space, silly. I know, I know. But bear with me for a little while. So just like in the previous one, you're falling but faster. You're a thousand times more freightened than you were when you were falling towards the earth. The sinking feeling in your chest is a thousand times worse. But you're not just freightened because of the fall, but also, there is a fact for you. There is no end to the drop. Knowing this by itself torments you. Then you pray silently that this was just a dream, and that you're actually falling too but towards the earth because that's something you'd rather do than experience such anguish. The pain is unbearable and eternal. There is nothing you can do but wait. Wait? For what? You don't have any knowledge about where you're going to end up but you feel hopeful. So you wait.

Back home, your parents are growing old. Their bones have become weak. Skin sagging. Brain rotting. The house is cold. Lifeless, even. There used to be a time it was full of laughter. Life. Then something happened. Something unexplainable. The old couple, not so old at the time, gave up everything they had in trying to find

(you)

their child. They don't speak of it anymore. It hurts. It hurts too much.

Here we are again, experiencing the eternal fall. You wish it gets over soon or else you're going to be late for breakfast and your mother will be mad at you. Dad's asleep, probably. You have to be careful not to make a sound while you're getting ready for school. You don't want to disturb him. However, you don't stop falling. The drop is infinite- the number 8 knocked over to its side. Soon, you're not freightened anymore. All you can do now, is look around. You look around into nothingness. You may spot a star or two if you're lucky. You count them. If you get to twenty, you win the game. However, the nothingness will swallow you. It'll swallow you whole. The occurrence is very much anticipated, inevitable. So you drop, drop into the

(void)

black, heart of darkness.

There is something almost elegant about the colour black. You like it a lot. It soothes you and gives you chills at the same time.

Congratulations though, you are a now a long way from home. You have been awake for too long. How many times did you actually blink since you took off from god-knows- where? I think its time to get some shut-eye.

It was a dreamless little nap. Wait? How long were you actually asleep? There are no clocks or watches in space. For you it seemed for a few minutes but you felt well rested. You felt... relaxed. Did I stop falling? You stopped falling! Well this isn't any better either. You can't get home now.

So if you're not falling, what is happening? You look around. You're drifting. You stretch your arms out, wiggle your feet and attempt to swim in the dark. You are surrounded by nothing but blackness. There is no air so you don't feel yourself going further. You look around, searching for stars or distant galaxies or even a drifting bit of rock. You flail your arms and legs around wildly.

You're trapped. For eternity. There is an ache in your chest. A terrible one. You want to cry but there are no tears. You open your mouth to scream but produce no sound. You lose hope but keep looking around as there is not much to do. Black, black again. Wait, what's that? Oh yeah, more black. You close your eyes and open them again. No surprise, more black. You never hated black as much as you do now.

You see a faint white glimmer from the corner of your eye.

(Huh? What is that? Maybe all that falling has messed with my brain. Yes, that's exactly what it must be.)

Nevertheless, you turned you head towards it, tried to swim towards it knowing quite well that it won't do you any good. You're not getting anywhere with that. Instead, that light follows you! Is that a star? Or is it a galaxy? If it is a galaxy, am I moving towards it or is it moving towards me? If I'm moving towards it does that mean that my hopeless swimming attempt worked or am I still-

(Am I still falling?)

Don't worry, you're not falling. You're swimming!

So you reach towards the light. You swim, swim and swim.

You soon catch speed. Now you're speeding towards the light, but you are not moving your arms or legs. You're not doing anything by youself. There is a force. A strong, unknown force that attracts you towards itself. The light is getting nearer and nearer. The nearer it gets, the warmer it feels. The warmth is pleasant for a while but then you start burning. Your skin feels like it's on fire. Your brain is

(melting)

getting hotter by second. The light is blinding. It is

(blinding you.)

Here we experience a time skip. It's like one of those times you forget some context of a dream you just had

(A dream?)

and only remember some part of it. The time skip starts when the luminous object is speeding towards you. You have already accepted death. You're life is passing by in front of your eyes.

(Dad's gonna love this card I made for him.)

(I can't swim!)

(Huh? A prefect?)

(I love drawing)

(I wanna grow my hair so long!)

(I'd like to cut my hair, please.)

(I don't like wearing this.)

(You should make peas often, Mama.)

You're four, you just discovered that you can sing better than most kids in your class. You're five, now. You just wrote your first ever story and are excited to show it to your parents. Now, you're six. You are not really fond of your lazy-eyed class teacher this year- not that being lazy-eyed is the reason, mind you. Ah, seven. Short hair made you look silly so now you wanna grow your hair, grow it as long as Rapunzel's! Eight. You realized that braids make you look like a teacher's pet, you want to get your hair cut now.

But enough of that. You need to say your last prayer before you die. Maybe that might save you. So you join your hands, close your eyes and start away-

(Our Father, who art in heaven-)feels like- (Hallowed be Thy name)someone is holding- (Thy Kingdom come-)a burner-(Thy will be done on earth-)next to- (as it is in Heaven-) your skin-(Give us this day-Jand you are-(our daily bread-)burning up- (and forgive us or tresspasses-). You're skin is glowing- (as we forgive those)a bright shade of red- (who tresspass-). Your life feels like- (against us-)a sentence and- (Lead us not-)this is it.- (into temptation-)This is the- (But Deliver us-)end. The- (From evil-)Full Stop.

(Amen.)

Stars, you think, are peculiar little things. Some are just too small to be seen. Okay, give yourself a break, you're a child. Not old enough to understand the fact that stars are actually giants. Hot giants.

You do know what giants are. Although, according to you there are limitations, like the enormous Nordic giants. The World Serpent always fascinated you whenever you read works of mythology. Fascinated, because the serpent's body is so long that it wraps around the earth. If it shifts ever so slightly, the earth starts to shake. But that was all you ever limited your imagination to.

You open your eyelids just to be blinded. Only for a moment, though. Your mouth falls open as you struggle to adjust to the sight before you: a slow but gradual motion of stars. You carefully try to observe the figures they form in all their mightiness. Giants, maybe?

As you so curiously behold the terrifyingly surreal sight before yourself, you feel as as if you're trapped in a Lovecraft novel.

(helpless)

What you saw at that very moment was indeed way beyond your compehension. The uncanny euphoria took hold of your thoughts. Alas! You weren't able to think at all. All you could do was admire the macabre figures shifting gradually, performing a sort of... ritual? Perhaps.

You felt as if the gods themselves had sighted you.

(are they really the gods? Or is that merely an astute observation?)

The gods, in all their divine glory. Shifting magnificently for their so-called ritual.

Big is the word you would've naively used to describe them, for you were but a child. Words like panoramic and omniscient were yet to take place in your vocabulary.

The shapes resembled cave paintings- vague and implactical. They made no sense, but they did. Their existence as a whole did. They were the ones that crafted the mountains and the plains, the oceans and the lakes- minuscule in contrast to their own immesurable glory.

The giants- or how you liked to call them- gods were faceless. They displayed no emotion

(for they existed beyond it)

and no sign of the awareness of your existence. Or perhaps, your existence was the last thing they were aware of.

But oh- just a moment! And they all proceeded to turn towards the likeness of you. Caught in place, you felt. Like a deer in the headlights.

(was it really you who was the 'deer' in this dynamic?)

All their godly motions came to a halt.

("you're not supposed to be here")

Why? Weren't you the ones that created me? Weren't you the ones that enabled me to think? To feel? Why is it that you push me away?

("you're mistaking us for someone else")

[pause]

What-

[ZAP!]

Static ensues. You're blown to pieces.

[you are met with light]

You wake up, clutching your heaving chest. Your insides feel like they're contorting inward. As you calm your breath, you sit up on the bed. Eyes wide. Staring listlessly into the-

(black heart of darkness)

-void.

[extraterrestrial-artist]

rhgrhgrg

[rogueddie]

Steve, who moves away from Hawkins and buys a farm to settle into a quiet life post Upside Down. He gets a horse too, which he rides to the nearby town when he needs to buy or sell things. It's a nice, quiet life. It'll be perfect once Robin is able to move in with him.

Eddie, who didn't move to Hawkins, has been curious about Steve ever since he first saw him. He finally gets the chance to say hi when he has a near miss with a rattlesnake- Eddie has had a long fascination with snakes and knows what to do.

Steve is very thankful, insists on doing something to say thank you. Eddie suggests they get burgers and get to know each other.

They hit it off immediately, joking and bonding over small town life. Steve invites Eddie to come to his farm the next day and, soon enough, they're meeting up every other day. Sometimes they talk, sometimes Eddie helps Steve with the farm.

On nights, when they're feeling especially romantic, they'll stargaze. Neither one are paying that much attention to the stars.

[phightingheadcanons]

SFOTH Headcanons bc why not

Windforce - Will just kind of appear around(mostly behind) banhammer sometimes. if he's talking to another inphernal when this happens he'll notice their reaction and just casually turn around and go, "hi mom" - She may have taken playground into the air, but she is surprisingly not there very often (you'd think that a deity that pulled an entire faction out of the ground and into the air would hang around, but nope) - Despite being very rambunctious and kind of impulsive (also just kind of crazy to the point where even the other SFOTH don't stop her from doing what she wants to do), she's actually a really caring person and would do just about anything to protect the other SFOTH and Banhammer. - It usually gets a bit breezy or windy when Windforce is nearby, so if the wind suddenly picks up out of pretty much nowhere, she's probably nearby. Also probably behind her son lol

Firebrand - He feels really bad about what happened to Dom and about his and Valk's parents not being present so he tries to take care of them the best he can, but often had to rely on Umbrella to take care of them (you can only do so much with hands that hot -- literally) - Before he just kind of disappeared he would actually try and see the inphernals as much as he could (mostly when Valk and Dom were around though bc grandsons) and was always kind, which is why he is(was?) the most beloved deity. - The air gets warmer smells kind of like campfire smoke smell when he's nearby, but really really faintly. Even when you're right next to him the campfire smell isnt very prominent. Its there, but not very strong at all

Venomshank - constantly has to break up petty fights between Sword and Sisyphus because they act like siblings in a lot of ways - ^ Venomshank has gone into a "small" panic because of these a few times before, but mostly only when Sword begins to pull out his gear or Sisyphus goes big bird. or both at the same time (the two never actually aim to hurt each other, they just basically do sibling things in fights and whatnot) - You can usually tell Venomshank nearby because the area will smell a little off. Like less fresh if that makes any sense-

Ghostwalker - Revives people even though he sometimes doesn't think they're worth reviving. Study purposes, lets say - Since Ghostwalker doesn't really feel emotions, he didn't really teach Ghostdeeri how to respond in certain situations, she both learned on her own and through Traffic - Ghostwalker is probably one of the most feared or at least like suspicious deities to the inphernal ( other than Windforce and maybe Darkheart) - When Ghostwalker is nearby the air just gets kinda dry. Like desert air, but without the heat. just dry (this is coming from someone who lives in a desert area)

Ice Dagger - Just a little little guy (but actually kinda scary) - Generally liked by the inphernals because he is mostly chill, but can and will sometimes just attack random people that are alone. why? great question, moving on (aka I have no idea) - its usually recognizable if Ice Dagger is nearby because the air will get a little bit chillier in that one area, but perfectly fine everywhere else, just around him. - ^ the size of the area can change depending on his mood or even the current weather of that time of year (if its more chilly outside it'll feel colder in a wider area than if it was warmer outside, that kind of thing)

Darkheart - Can and will use inphernals as fishing bait because why not - They refer to themselves plurally because they have this little voice in the back of their head that they think isn't them, but is really just their internal dialogue - The air will get a lot more humid when Darkheart is nearby, like, *really* humid. almost 100% humidity humid type humid. (which sounds like actual hell to someone who has only ever lived in desert air)

Illumina - tends to scare inphernals a lot. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not, but most of the time at least a little bit intentional - He'll kind of just appear sometimes just to scare ppl - ^ or he'll appear behind someone that's talking shit about either himself or another SFOTH (yes even if its shit talking Darkheart) and will just be like "You talking shit about ___?" and scare the shit out of them then disappear again - ^^ also sometimes he'll say more after asking. like if the person is shit talking Darkheart he'll just continue with something like "keep up the good work" or something stupid like that. just because he hates them - is mostly silent and doesn't appear often in the slightest. only appears to inphernals like, once every blue moon and he's fucking gone again, they don't even really know what happened and cant process it its so fast - The air actually doesnt really change much when Illumina is nearby. like, something feels off all of a sudden, but you cant really place what feels off. it just feels off.

- 🌌✨️ anon (I'm trying not to spam headcanons into the inbox, sorry if I am- I'm trying to space them out slower than my brain is making them but its making them too fast-)

oh nono anon its okay (i know im really late) but um. spamming inbox is okay!!

[joellalovestoread]

me literally every day

[tyyjaimiee]

Willow Byers would ROCK rainbow sweaters by the way.

[historybunnny]

The spread on the table was absolutely beautiful. Soda bread, rice pudding, cabbage soup, homemade honey mead, and the most magnificent roast any of them had ever tasted. 

But what amazed Winifred most was the wedding cake, where a star shaped wedding topper sat fixed on top in all its shining glory. Engraved on one of the stars was a simple message, ‘Songs of Solomon 8:6-2’. 

The remainder of the evening was spent stuffing themselves full, opening wedding gifts, and of course, the first dance! 

Winifred felt shy to be dancing in front of everyone. Truth be told, she had two left feet and no matter how hard she tried, always seemed to be two steps behind her partner. 

But Lawrence was as patient as he was kind, and an excellent teacher. With his guidance, Winifred was spinning gracefully as ever, uniting them in perfect harmony.  

Amidst all the wedding festivities, no one seemed to notice Lawrence’s father, Samuel, make his silent exit. He had done his duty as a father and at least made an appearance at his son’s wedding. Nevermind how severely strained their relationship had become over the years. 

This build is by the talented @greatbritishsimchallenge! They have so many wonderful builds on the gallery, I highly suggest checking them out if you're a historical simmer!

[sainz100]

by Henrik Ringnér

[americanrosetyler]

happy valentines day from tenrose!!

[extraterrestrial-artist]

i just;,,., defeated psycho mantis,,,,., i made him into a tbh creature to cope with it

[cringerabbit]

My personal self ship flags for me, using the self ship flags as a base. The base is from @dreaming-of-mogai

Flags in order:

William Afton Toxic Self ship ( movie verse was in mind )

TFC William Afton Wavership self ship

Springtrap Wavership self ship

Pumpkin Rabbit / Lorenzo Platonic self ship

Witch Sha / Rachel Platonic self ship

Bon Queerplatonic self ship

Abducius Morail Queerplatonic self ship

Starscream Romantic self ship

Ramattra Romantic self ship

Princess Luna / Nightmare Moon Amasui self ship.

Rarity Amasui self ship.

Bandit Familial self ship.

Chili Familial self ship.

Edit: i don't mind if you use these because realistically i cannot stop you, but please do not use any self ship tags on this post.

[kaoharu]

what bobas did chordit try

the drink was calles pink dahlia !! it was strawberry milk tea and like... other strawberey stuff. i forgor LOL

[the-haunted-office]

Okay, talking a little bit about how Thursday has changed since becoming a part of the Narrative, specifically how her mindset has changed.

One of Thursday's defining traits has always been defying the Narrative, in particular her belief that people always have a choice, that even in situations where it seems like there is no choice - or where she has been expressly told there is no other choice available - there can be found another way. She very strongly believes in the power of choice. Even not making a choice is a choice, so long as you are the one who made it.

She's also always believed in helping others see this about the world around them, and about themselves. She's always believed in people, that no matter how stuck they may feel in their own Narrative, that she can help inspire them to break out of it. Even if she can't do anything directly herself, she can still help them break out if only she fights hard enough for long enough.

Well. Part of her journey through the spiral tower in Dimension 42, dying, and joining the Narrative was learning to let go of that burden.

For too long, all throughout Thursday's life, she fought too hard trying to save others. Trying to help them, and do right by them. To do what she thought was the right thing. To live up to these impossible standards and expectations. But there was nothing for it. They were never her failures. They were never her burdens to bear. It's not her responsibility to do all these things, for there is only so much a person can do. Everybody has their limitations, and it's important to recognize and accept that, even when you want to help somebody else. Even when you want to do the right thing. Some people... just can't be helped. And it doesn't make you a bad person for not being able to help them.

Thursday realized that the only person she could control was herself, and so she released the burden of trying to control others and situations that were not her own to care for. It doesn't mean she doesn't care anymore - it just means she recognizes now that the failures of others are not her own, and when other people place expectations onto her that she can't meet, it's also not her failure.

When she joined the Narrative, her ability to make choices was essentially stripped away, but at the same time, she was given extraordinary power over the Narrative... her own Narrative.

She can still make her own choices pertaining to herself, but choices where they pertain to others? She now can no longer help others, except in a very limited capacity. Everybody who knew her knows her as someone who died. She "left" the Story. She's dead to everybody. How can you go back into a life that has moved on without you?

She can't do anything to anybody that would affect them too profoundly, that would alter their Story, and especially if she does it knowingly. Sure, she has ultimate powers, immortality, can fly and create anything, can travel through space and time and kill people just by looking at them, and just about anything you imagine a cosmic being, being able to do... and yet she cannot stop someone from being hit by a car. She cannot stop someone from choking to death. She can't cure a person's illness. She can't even do your homework for you if she can foresee it saving your life somehow.

At least... she's not supposed to.

Too many infractions of this nature can have serious consequences, because you never know how one small action that wasn't supposed to happen will affect everything else downstream. It's the butterfly effect all over again.

Thursday gave up her power of choice for peace of mind, to release her burden of not being able to help others. Now she can't help anybody. She can only manipulate the strings of fate from afar, but only the strings of fate within her domain.

It's a terribly, terribly.... lonely thing. And as you can imagine, it's been getting to her, causing her to start doing the one thing she's not supposed to do - break the rules.

How might this affect things? Well. We shall see!

[protectxthem]

Rumor is that Lukas still loves you, Johnny.

(For Johnny Storm)

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse. Specify for multimuse blogs | Accepting

"He does?" He keeps his face neutral so as to not give anything away about how he feels.

[fakecats]

ok i listened to the mother ep rerelease and. why did they cut out the most banger part of mamma told me and its so obvious too

[asheanon]

This is a random, abrupt slice of just me working on story stuff and talking about it. Essentially, again, it may not resonate with anyone, but I once again feel a need to talk with it. Hi everyone! 👋 🐌

So... I like how, in Ethereal Route happenings, when Sal takes the time try to establish an Ethereal connection for the first time with Kuja to try to explain fading (because there's just no freaking way to explain it beyond going "let me just show you," so to speak,) you can see her almost hesitate. And rightfully so, given what it entails.

Because when they connect, yes, it allows her to show him what it feels like to fade in and out and focus on those feelings - see if that helps him grasp it (if he's even capable of it.) But she's opening up to do this - and she's opening up to what she's feeling in particular to help explain...

"Even via intimate expression and instruction, the act proved wildly foreign. And though he was able to perceive it, more than anything, he could not help but feel as if his heart had been flooded by an affective torrent. Overwhelming, beautiful... and sad."