#14 year old me is QUAKING

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

uh uh I missed the ball on the pjo regression I’m into magnus chase again😰

[nitori-swims-rinstyle]

My current doll line up 🥹 i think i have the same amount i have in total for my G1 dolls. This template was made by Ghooulsrule on twt! Go check his page out^^

[its-tortle]

style ft harry styles

[mattmurdocksstarlight]

Matt Smith is trending on tumblr, what is it 2013 again?

[goopeculiar]

‘Cause You Stop the Noise namjoon/yoongi (+ side!pairings), NC-17, 69948 words. The door swings open and Namjoon glances up, frozen with the hoodie nearly pressed to his face. Jimin is there, eyes flicking between Namjoon and the sweatshirt in his hands, one eyebrow raised. “Hyung, did you steal that cute guy’s sweatshirt?” “No!” Namjoon says immediately, scowling at Jimin from behind the fabric. “He forgot it at the bar last night.” “Sure,” Jimin says, clearly not believing him. He studies Namjoon for a moment, lips quirking into a small smile. “Namjoon hyung,” he begins, a teasing edge to his voice, “are you sniffing it?” “Get out of my room,” he snaps, dropping the sweatshirt into his lap as if it burned him. -OR- Namjoon doesn’t believe in love at first sight or destiny or anything like that. And yet, when the cute guy he meets at a concert leaves his hoodie behind, Namjoon wonders if it could be fate. There’s nearly ten million people in Seoul, but Namjoon’s not going to let that stop him from returning Yoongi’s sweatshirt, or from seeing him again.

[galafandomnonsense]

"Cheers, dear." -Daniel Howell 2024

Video: DAN AND PHIL MASSIVE PIZZA MUKBANG 2

[pussywiki]

Teen wolf babes I need a sterek report pls and thank you

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

is tumblr better than twitter be honest I’m so serious rn

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters fluctuate between past and present, beginning in 1934. SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS S3

Chapter 1: You Shouldn't Have Answered the Door

Chapter 2: Late Night Visitor

Chapter 3: Summer Has to End Someday

Chapter 4: It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake If I Want To

Chapter 5: The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Chapter 6: Batter Up

Chapter 7: Are We Old Friends Or Old Enemies?

Chapter 8: Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On Anybody Except...

Chapter 9: Wedding Bells or Gong of Destruction?

Chapter 10: How Did It End Up Like This?

Chapter 11: I Can't Think With You Yelling At Me!

Chapter 12: My Heart Is Beating For You Constantly

Chapter 13: You Made A Plaything Out of Romance

Chapter 14: You're All I'm Dreaming Of

Chapter 15: What Do You Know About Love?

Chapter 16: Please Come Back To Me

Chapter 17: How Could I Ever Forget?

Chapter 18: First Impressions Are Often Correct

Chapter 19: I Know Who You Are

Chapter 20: You Were There

Chapter 21: Try To Understand

Chapter 22: I May Be Right Or I May Be Crazy

Chapter 23: Extreme Makeover Backyard Edition

Chapter 24: What The Past Held

Chapter 25: Are Family Reunions Always This Awkward?

Chapter 26: I Hate You, I Love You

Chapter 27: COMING SOON!

Last Updated: 09/22/2024

[Extras]

Chapter 7.5: The Only Escape

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[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 3

She’s standing outside the pub waiting for Hobie to pick her up. She’s bouncing on her feet in excitement as she looks down the street seeing his silhouette.

His hands are shoved in his vest pockets as a crooked smile crosses his face when he sees her.

“I take it you're ready then?” He asks looking her over with an amused expression. She's practically vibrating with joy. 

“Absolutely! I love this group, I didn’t even know they were in town.” She says smiling brightly at him.

Hobie’s eyes lazily look over her and she raises a brow. “What, is it there something on me?” She asks cocking her head.

“Nah, you just look good is all.” He says flicking a golden star on her dangling belt that’s attached to her skirt.  "Color compliments your skin." 

She gives a quick spin in her outfit, showing off her skirt and some glitter flies off of her. “Thanks, wanted an excuse to wear some fun colors!” She snickers and starts walking down the street. “C’mon I don’t wanna be late.”

Hobie just gives a chuckle as he shakes his head and walks beside her comfortably.

The small rock show is playing inside one of the shitty abandoned buildings on the streets of Old York. The place is practically falling apart but that’s half the charm of it. Many bands have played shows there for years and it’s mostly safe. Occasionally a brick will fall but it’s usually not around people. It's in a warehouse that's in some old industrial district, MJ's been there for a few other shows and has always had a great time. This show is probably the biggest crowd she's seen at this venue.

The two of them make their way in and shove through the sea of people. MJ is practically vibrating in excitement and Hobie’s just watching her joy. She can feel his stare but when she turns to look he's just giving her the softest smile. It blossoms a warmth in her chest.

When the band walks out and starts playing the crowd roars to life. The building may be cramped but it’s fun and has electricity in the air. The band had brought a fog machine and the lights were bold colors of flashing pinks, yellows, and purples and it flood her senses. It's hot and sweaty as she dances and pulls Hobie along. He’s more than happy to join her, meeting her beat for beat.

The tight crowd makes it a little muggy but she doesn't care. Her olive tan skin is coating in a thin layer of sweat and she's scream singing along to the lyrics. Her hands are on Hobie's shoulders as she jumps to the beat just enjoying the night. Hobie's hands are on her waist as he holds her in place. Making sure she doesn't slam into anyone.

The ground shakes from the crowd dancing and singing together, but that’s normal. MJ has her head thrown back in laughter and joy, just enjoying her night. The people, noises, and lights over stimulating her in the best way.

Then the building starts to wobble. In a way that’s not a part of the music. It makes MJ trip over her own feet, Hobie catches her easily and they both look at each other in concern. She turns to look around and other people seemed to be stumbling as well. Even the band had stuttered in their music. Hobie’s hands move to graze her arm when another quake shakes them. The band keeps going and the rest of the crowd seems unphased at the second tremor.

MJ’s about to suggest they leave, feeling a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She's suddenly on edge and feels a shiver run down her spine when something crashes into the old building, shaking its structure causing parts to collapse. Hobie pushes MJ away from him and before she can yell to warn him. She narrowly misses the pillar that falls between them. Screams of panic disorient her and she can’t see past the smoke and dust kicking up. More tremors shake the ground and the building comes falling down in chunks.

“Hobie!” She screams, coughing and trying to find a way around the rubble separating them.

“I’m alright! Get out of here, I can’t climb over this. I’ll find you!” He shouts back.

Her body is telling her to run but she feels dread fill her at the idea of running off, “I’m not leaving without you!” She yells back, looking up over the fallen architecture.

The loud atmosphere of screams and falling debris almost deafens her. She can hear that there’s something flying around above them. She briefly wonders if it’s Spider-Man.

“I’m not asking you Mariana, I’m telling you to get out!” He shouts back, his tone leaving no room for an argument.

MJ freezes at him using her full name and she finds herself nodding even if he can’t see it. “Fine! But if you’re not outside in less than ten minutes, I’m coming back for you!” she yells her voice firm and determined.

She can almost see him shaking his head at her, “Got it.” He shouts back.

MJ turns to find an exit, she tries to follow the small amount of people who are left scattering. There had been a few more tremors and something exploding to cause a fire to start on the edge of the building. The fire licks at the feet of the brick walls tempting to trap the remaining people inside.

She’s trying to follow the crowd but upon turning the corner she’s come face to face with the culprit of the damage. She almost trips over her own feet as she back peddles to hide behind a piece of fallen wall.

The Vulture stands before her, hunching in on himself as he looks around. His movements are shaky and sporadic. He looks like a creature from a horror film with the way he moves his body. Her heart is racing as she realizes she’s stuck where she is until he moves. His body blocking the only exit she can make out, the fire blazing behind her.

“Arson I can handle, ruining a good show, that’s a real criminal offense.” She hears jokingly from above.

She looks up to see Spider-Man landing behind the Vulture, shooting his webs out and pulls the massive bird closer to him for a punch. She looks on in awe for a moment. She’s never been so close to an actual event like this and she’s frozen just watching him.

“Ugh, course it’s you.” The Vulture groans swatting his claws and cutting the webs.  He flies up and shouts, “That wasn’t music, that was a public nuisance! Like you.”

The Vulture shakes his metal wings, shooting some of the sharp fake feathers at Spider-Man. Spider-Man easily dodges them, dancing around the projectiles. “Trying to kill people for the sake of your own personal music tastes feels a little…bitter? Petty? Dontcha think.” He says in a mocking tone. 

MJ sees Spider-Man look down at her. She knows she needs to move, but she’s just watching the two of them fight. Her eyes watch them and she looks to the exit, it’s still dangerous if she tries to run for it. The Vulture is blocking the only good exit near her and the last thing she wants to do is get caught and used as a hostage against Spider-Man. 

Spider-Man had been staring at her, he even nudges his head to the exit, but she shakes her head no. While he’s distracted the Vulture is able to attack knocking the spider down and rolling into the rubble.

Her eyes widen and she tries to not gasp. She knows he was begging her to run but she couldn’t. Now he’s laying on a broken wall unmoving.

She shuffles, trying to run so she can just find Hobie and get out. The Vulture encroaching on Spider-Man.

His body doesn’t move and it worries her. She sighs and curses under her breath, she doesn't debate for long before she’s looking for a heavy piece of debris. She tosses a few in her hand before she lands on one she’s comfortable with and looks over at the Vulture. His arm is raised toward the spider on the ground and she doesn’t think twice about chucking the heavy brick in her hand hitting the metal bird man directly in the head.

She ducks quickly and hides, holding her breath.

“Who’s there?!” the voice roars and echoes around her.

A shiver runs down her back but she tries to silently escape, hoping the smoke and dust will hide her. She just needs to give Spider-Man enough time. He had to be fine. He’s handled worse before.

“Who are you calling for, falling rocks? It’s almost like you knocked down a whole building.” A voice chuckles lightly from the distance.

She lets out a breath of relief and watches Spider-Man shoot webs and flinging the Vulture across the building. She uses her chance to escape sprinting toward the open air.

Once she’s outside, she’s panting and hacking up a lung. She looks around the street seeing everyone from the show has either scattered or stayed to watch what they can only hope to see through the layers of smoke. She’s covered in dust and she tries to take deep breathes, not realizing how much smoke she had inhaled.

MJ is frantically looking around, trying to find Hobie. She can’t see him in the sparse crowd, and he was someone who stood out. If it wasn't his height as a dead give away it would be his wicks. She knows Hobie wouldn’t have left without her and she whips back around looking at the collapsing building in fear.  She bites her tongue making a collective decision to go back into the fire.

She takes a step forward but stops when she sees a silhouette walking toward her. She hopes and prays that it’s Hobie, but she just sees Spider-Man. She starts to feel her breathe quicken as panic sets in. Her body moves on its own as she rushes to go back into the thick smoke.

Spider-Man’s masked eyes widen and he reaches out quickly and grabs her shoulders stopping her from going back. “Hey, hey! It’s dangerous in there! Ya bonkers or what?” He shouts like she’s insane, which she probably is.

Her eyes are wild as she looks at him, tears brimming her eyes, “Please, I think my friend is still in there! I- I can’t find him.” She tells him, her voice is hitching and she starts to hyperventilate.

His grip tightens on her and he ducks his head to look her in the eyes. “I’ll find him if he’s in there okay? Promise.” He says softly.

Her eyes are trying to search for the truth but all she finds is the stark white of his masked eyes and she has to chose to trust him. It’s her only option.

“Please," her voice breaks  "you have to find him.” She whispers, begging him.

He releases her and gently pushes her back toward the edge of the street where it’s safe. She just watches his back as he goes back into the destroyed building. She watches until she physically can't see him past the smoke and fire.

She’s clenching her hands tightly, leaving marks in her palm as all she can do is wait.

She sees another silhouette make its way towards her and the outline of his wicks has her releasing a shaky breath from her lips.

She sprints towards him and wraps her arms tightly around, hugging him close. She shoves her face into his shoulder, “I thought you fucking died in there!” She chokes out gripping onto him.

She feels him tense up for a moment, but it lasts for a split second before he’s exhaling and holding her too.

“Sorry, sorry, I got trapped for a moment.” He says, voice hoarse from the smoke.

She finally let’s go and pulls away and squints looking back toward the building. “Where did Spider-Man go?” She asks.

“He’s looking for others, in case they’re stuck.” He quickly tells her, moving himself to stand in front of her line of sight. His own face is concerned as he looks her over, “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I, uh,” She blinks for a moment trying to collect her thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just smoke in my lungs, but that’s nothing new.” She jokes with a light laugh.

He nods giving her a smile, “C’mon let’s get out of here. Place is falling apart.” He says as a joke and plants his hand firmly on her lower back guiding her away from the wreckage.

[gilly-moon]

[WIP]

14-year-old me would be QUAKING right now. I love them. I hate them. They’re the worst. My adoration for them will never die.

[remembertheplunge]

1989 Loma Prieta earthquake

October 16, 1992

3 years ago tonight , October 16, 1989, we stood at the silent, invisible threshold of violent change. I had just purchased the Crow table and the large lavender vase from the Crow House estate sale.. I lived in the  Keller Street house and Dad was siting at the table working on class work. It was a Monday evening. That Saturday Night, October 14 had been the Dive Club abalone feed. We’d all come over to my house after, Mom and Dad  including Gene Trimble. The Crow table at that time was out in the garage. Chase had helped me bring it over in his little truck. It was a different world. I had no thoughts of moving from Keller Street. I was still in my first year of home ownership. I had yet to do a Murder trial. I drove the 1984 Dodge Charger. I had just paid it off I think. I was in Hand To Hand. I had been since August. I don’t know if I was matched. I earned substantially less than I do now. My house payment was substantially less than it is now. I had never been tested for AIDS. The magic of San Fransisco journeys was in full swing. I was open for wonder there. I journaled nightly as I do now. I enjoyed traveling journal integration as I do now. Alan Watts lectures on KPFA Sunday’s was probably my religious hour. Dad did not have cancer.

And then the earthquake hit. 

And all the shaking cried out for a peace, a resting, a calm to reorganize. So now I sit in this new world. I’m less confused. I’m less complex. I’m calmer. Tonight I am not terribly depressed as I have been traditionally work week Friday nights. I am here with you now.

Earthquakes can be friends. They can shake you into awakening.

End of this part of the entry.

Notes: 8/22/2024

The Loma Prieta quake hit at 5:04pm Tuesday October 17, 1989. The epicenter was near Santa Cruz, California.  Although I was in Modesto, California about 120 mile East of the epicenter, the floor began to roll and things were falling off the shelves in the grocery store that I was in when it hit.

Parts of downtown Santa Cruz were destroyed. An East Bay upper level of a freeway pancaked into the lower level. There was extensive damage in some areas of San Fransisco. Part of the upper level of the bay bridge collapsed into the lower level at rush hour on a Tuesday. 

The Crow house was an elegant old Victorian that sat across from the jail in downtown Modesto. I bought the antique round table and accompanying chairs just before the earth quake hit, along with the lavender large vase. I was afraid that the quake might have caused the vase to fall and shatter back at home. But, on arrival home, it was OK.

By 1992, I had done my first Murder Trial. My Dad must have tested positive for prostate cancer by then. Alan Watts was a philosopher  who died in 1973. His lectures used to play at 4:30pm Sundays on KPFA radio. They contained deep truths for me. I still love to listen to Alan Watts lectures on You tube. I still journal every night. And I still love the wonder of my San Francisco journal journeys.

Hand to Hand was an organization I volunteered for in which we would match up with people with AIDS and help them through their illness and death. The Modesto version of Hand to Hand was called the Stanislaus County Aids Project.

I sold my house on Keller Street and bought another house on Woodcrest Way in Modesto in 1991.

[thepaintedlady00]

Burden

Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

Chapter 14: Hell Hath No Fury

TW: depictions of fear and loss, depictions of violence, blood, Dark Munin (aka Daunt), worried Dream, Hell, Lucifer, then some happier reunion type stuff, lots of feels this chapter, some immortal lovers bickering, fluff.

"Your people know you too well, Lord Morpheus," you said with a light smile as you stood with the now-white book in your hands.

"So it would seem," he huffed the grumpy expression on his face one you loved.

Everything was perfect one moment and then the next… A loud howl echoed through the tall shelves of Lucienne's library. Silver frost followed in its wake as visions of Sirius defending you and The Forest for all those years played in your mind. Then gold erupted in the room, and fire overtook the shelves and the books before it spiraled through the air into your eyes.

Sirius stood his ground, growling and biting at the many ashen hands that reached for him. Limbs of his attackers flew in every direction, but as mighty as your companion was, there were too many of them. You could feel their fingers tearing at his fur, pulling clumps of it out as they dragged him. You could feel every drop of his blood hitting the forest floor. He was afraid. He was calling out for you. "My lady! Munin!"

You felt a pained sound bubble up from your throat as the book you held fell from your shaking hands as you lifted one to your chest where the old wound now burned. "Munin!"

Morpheus, you thought, desperately lifting your head, hoping to free yourself of the horrid vision of your companions' pain. The tears that rolled down your cheeks burned hotter than you'd ever felt as your hand shot out, trying to steady your aching body on the solid wood of the library table. Your skin peeled away, and the usually painless transformation of your form was now a thing of torment. The table groaned beneath your sharp talons as Sirius' voice continued to call for you. His desperate plea to you made your heart ache, but when his voice was silenced by a muzzle being tightly around his mouth, you could have sworn you’d died again. Now their cruel words were all you could hear, and the violence of their hands was all you could feel. "No," you pleaded. Take me. Leave him! Just take me!

The sounds of the library warred against the screaming and laughter filling your head until everything exploded into fear, anger… Into darkness. "NO!"

A wave of mist washed over you as every bone in your body snapped and bent to make way for your quick and violent shift to your raven form. The stench of foul blood followed you as you flew up, crashing through the stained glass window. Forcing the doorway to The Forest to open to you as you clumsily flew. Darkness wreathed your realm. Storm clouds cracked with thunder and lightning.

Your body began to change again, shifting mid-air and sending you falling, plummeting to the twisted earth below. The trees around you screamed as you climbed from the crater filled with molten feathers and burning golden blood. Their roots twisted, and mist consumed everything as the realm around you cried out. "GONE! GONE!" The earth quaked beneath your feet. "THE STAR IS GONE!"

"Munin!" Morpheus' voice was drowned out in a sea of voices, all screaming as you run through the thick woods.

"SIRIUS!" You called out, desperate and afraid. A sob tore through your throat at the silence, the empty feeling that answered you. "SIRIUS!"

Blood and fur lined the path forward as smoke and embers shifted in the distant breeze. "MUNIN!"

The Forest floor was scorched with a large Pentagon, your companion's blood, his fur in the center, was all that remained there. Numbness filled your being as you fell to your knees, shaking hands and clawing at the dying grass to clutch onto the patch of white fur. "No…" The tears rolled down your cheeks as you cradled the small piece of your companion to your chest and sobbed. "Sirius…"

Footsteps echoed in the air alongside your wails and the grieving of the trees. "Munin."

"STOLEN!" The trees' voices echoed. "Stolen. Stolen." 

Your sobs stopped, and all sound stopped with them. Trembling, you looked up at your lover, clad in black. "They dare steal from me?" You asked a question not truly meant for him. "They dare scorch my forest and take from me that which is most dear?" The mist and darkness helped you rise to your feet, and the screams and tormented voices echoed all through your realm. "I will lay waste to every Lord… Every demon that had any part in this!" Every moment of pain, anguish, and anger filled your lungs, and you uttered a vow, "Hell will be empty when I am through."

*

Days had passed since Munin's companion had been stolen from her realm, and Morpheus' fear for her grew with each one. She did not eat or sleep and did not utter a single word not pertaining to getting Sirius back. He understood her pain more than most; only then the roles had been reversed. He'd been the one trapped and forced to watch Jessamy die trying to save him. Dream would not let Munin die, not just because he could not bear the loss of his love again, but because he knew it was not what Sirius would want.

The wolf had spent few years within Dream's realm, and though the two had not grown close in that short time, Dream respected the wolf greatly. He envied him, envied all the years he'd gotten to spend beside Daunt, healing wounds born of his own hands, wounds that should have been his responsibility to mend. Sirius had not liked him, few of his beloved's companions had, but the white wolf was dearer to Munin than anything. He was the last living piece of her life, as Daunt and Dream would not see him perish at the hands of Lucifer.

Lucienne pulled every book from the library that might hold a way not only for them to enter Hell lawfully but also to be free to leave it. Everyone lent their eyes to the cause, even his stubborn and rebellious nightmare. While everyone scrolled through old tome and spell books, Munin stood as still as a statue staring out the stained glass window. She'd stopped crying, but the pain of her companion's absence was visible to all that beheld her.

Her long, vibrant white hair that was usually pinned away from her face in intricate braids now looked tattered and dull, the braids she'd worn that day were loose from her pulling, and dirt and dried blood was still caked into the longest stands. Her clothes hadn't changed either, still covered in the dirt and grime that she'd knelt in as she wept. Her fingertips were slowly engulfed with black as the days passed, and her eyes no longer held their swirling shine of moonlight but instead the darkest memories of any that still dared to look into them.

She seemed more like Daunt had in the days he'd aided Desire in her torment, and it broke his heart. Even more heartbreaking a thought was she seemed like Daunt had in the short glimpses of her he got while she witnessed away. Cold. Angry. Wrong. Dream stared at her, silently vowing that he would not allow her kindness and gentle heart to fade.

"I've not found anything useful in this pile," Lucienne said with a tired sigh as she set the last book on top of all the rest.

Matthew picked at the pages in front of him with a sigh. "Same here. A whole lot of nothing."

Munin's dark fingers twitched, highlighting the dull stands of white fur she still clung to. Dream ground his teeth together so hard the sound echoed through The Dreaming. "We keep searching. There must be a way."

"This is a waste of time." Her voice did not even sound as it should.

"Oh, come on, Daunty, I thought you enjoyed a bit of readin'." The Corinthian tossed his book onto the table, earning him a swift glare from Lucienne, who reached over and lovingly checked the book.

"Now is not the time for reading and debates." She turned, looking at Dream with those dark eyes. "You can send me there."

His back straightened as he stepped himself for the battle. "I cannot return to Hell without being ensnared by Lucifer."

She did not relent. "You cannot go, but that does not mean you cannot send me."

"I will not."

"Why?"

"There would be no way for you to return."

Munin glanced at the fur. "I would make one."

He feared for her safety above all, but a part of him also feared what she would become with such bloodshed. Her promise in the burnt glen that day echoed in his mind, shining back at him through her eyes. "I will not risk your life, my love."

"Then you'd prefer Sirius to pay the price for this… This endless hunt for what does not exist?" Her breath hovered in the air around her as everything grew colder. "If he dies, then I will die with him. I cannot bear it. I will not."

Without fear or hesitation, he moved, striding across the library to her side. Dream took her hands in his and kissed them. "It will not come to that. We will find a way."

He caught a glimpse of something flash in her eyes but quickly forgot it once she melted into his touch, pressing her forehead to his lips. "He is the only thing left of who I was. I fear if he… I do not wish to lose that part of myself again."

The warm material of his cloak enveloped her as he kissed her head. "My love, everything shall be alright. I swear it."

If he had been paying close enough attention, he would have noticed how her fingers tightened in his coat, how Munin seemed to cling to that embrace longer than usual. If Dream of The Endless had really thought about it, he would have realized his lady love was saying goodbye.

*

The Downpour of rain brought back a familiar and lonesome feeling as you stared out at it in the dark night of the human realm. You'd slipped away from The Dreaming and your beloved Endless the first chance you had. They'd sacrificed days to your hunt and already lost their sovereign once. You could not risk Morpheus' life. You would not. The world needed him, and so did his people. You were also needed and loved, but you'd already taken the necessary precautions before coming here.

In the quite likely, event you'd not return to The Forest, Hector was instructed to contact Dream through Kat. He would resume control of your realm until a time when, if, you could return. Kat had been most displaced with your plan, but she'd understood. Sirius was more important than anything. He had guarded you and The Forest day and night for over a century, and you had promised that you would protect him. You'd not break such a vow, not to him.

So, there you stood outside the tall apartment building watching the rain. You'd been waiting for some time, though you hardly minded. If this witch could help you get to Hell, you'd wait for days. The flash of her white coat and blue umbrella pulled you into moving. You crossed the street in a puff of mist and stood at the base of the stairs leading up to the building. "Johanna Constantine?"

The witch turned, her dark eyes swirling with death, pain, and regrets. Her brows pulled together. "Depends. Who's asking?"

"I need to get to Hell." She looked curious at your blatant admission. "I was told you could help me."

"Have we met before?" She questioned. "You seem familiar."

"We've met many times, though none you would recall."

Her head tilted slightly, and her eyes narrowed more. "You an angel or something?"

Shaking your head, you took a step toward her. "Nothing so sacred, I assure you."

"A demon looking for a way back home?”

"A goddess," you finally said. "One in need of your help."

Constantine considered your request for a minute before she sighed, opening the door. "Jesus fuck." She eventually nodded you inside. "Come on then, let's make this quick."

It was an awkward elevator ride, to say the least. You wanted to be curious about the new things your eyes beheld. It had been so long since you'd truly explored the human realm. Much had changed in your time away. But, you could not afford distractions, not when Sirius needed you.

Shoving the apartment door open, you watched Constantine shed her coat and throw it haphazardly to the side. The mess was too much; piles of books, pillows, and random objects lay strewn about her apartment. How does anyone find anything in this place? You wondered. The witch seemed more than acquainted with her things as she effortlessly found a pile and began shuffling through papers. "You have a unique home."

She laughed, glancing up from her pile. "You're more polite about the mess than the last god I had here. Right fucking twat he was. Maybe you know him, the god of dreams."

You tensed. "Yes, he and I are… Intimately acquainted."

Johanna Constantine looked like she'd just heard the best thing in the world as her lips curved into a wide grin. "Well, well, old sandy pants found himself a lover. I have to say I'm surprised, given just how annoying he was when I had to deal with him."

That guilt you'd been trying so hard not to feel grew in your chest as you tried to change the subject, "How long is this going to take?"

"Not long," she replied, her eyes sparkling with curiosity at your quick shift. "Just have to find the right book. Wouldn't want you getting sent to the wrong place now, would we?"

"I suppose not."

"Why didn't he just send you?" She inquired, looking through another pile.

You sighed. "It's a dangerous trip."

"That it is," she agreed. "He must care about your safety a great deal."

Your eyes stung with held-back tears as you admitted, "He does."

Thankfully the witch seemed to lose her curiosity, shifting her attention to her search instead. The piles in her living room proved useless, so she moved to another room down a long hallway, instructing you to wait there. You waited, body humming with impatience and thinly restrained rage. The more time passed without Sirius safely beside you, the worse you felt. It was as though darkness and hatred had torn its way out of the deepest parts of you. Consuming all, it touched with a singular and desperate need to feel the blood of those that had done this on your skin. Kill them. A dark voice, yours and not, whispered. Kill them all.

You listened to Constantines' door open before turning to look at the nightmare that had followed you. "You shouldn't be here," you told him as he entered the dark apartment. 

His shades reflected the mess of your surroundings as he took in the space with a smirk. "What's the matter, Daunty? Scared I'll get all stabby?"

Under different circumstances, you would offer the nightmare a chuckle, but here standing in the witch's apartment, you felt nothing but impatience. "Given all that happened last time you roamed The Waking World, I'd say I have reason to be."

"Don't worry," he assured you. "I haven't come lookin for eyes to snag."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I have eyes, and unlike everyone else, I know what you're planning," he answered. "Why you're here of all places."

You ground your teeth together, hands closing into fists at your side as frost began to line the windows. "If you think you can stop me-"

The Corinthians' brows furrowed as he shook his head. "Stop you? I'm coming with you."

"What?"

"Constantine's gonna send you to Hell, and she'll be sending me right alongside you." The nightmare stepped forward, carefully extending his hands to take your own, not flinching at the cold that spread up his fingertips. "I ain't gonna let you die again."

You held onto his hands, the black that stained your fingertips contrasting against his white sleeves. "And what does Dream think of your absence?"

Corinthian tried his best to control the smug upturn of his lips as he answered, but, of course, failed miserably, "He doesn't even know I'm gone yet."

"Corinthian," you chided. "You've only been back a few weeks and you're already breaking the rules."

"I'm not breaking any rules this time," he replied. "I'm simply fulfilling the duties of my function."

You sighed. "And how are you doing that? Last I checked, we were awake, and no one is in need of a nightmare."

"My new function ain't just giving out bad dreams." He tilted his head down slightly.

"A nightmare that doesn't give nightmares?"

He shook his head. "I still give nightmares. But I've got something above that now." 

"And that is?"

"Keeping you safe."

"What?" Your voice nearly cracked as the weight of his words settled in your mind. 

"I told you his irony was poetic."

For a moment, you couldn't help but feel the guilt for going behind your lover's back, for doing the very thing he'd feared and risking your life. But Sirius was gone, stolen by The Morningstar, and you would not waste another moment trying to find a safer way. Not while his life hung in the balance. Not while your promise to protect him lay broken at your feet. You rested your head against the nightmare and let loose a few of the tears you'd kept at bay from the start. "Thank you."

The Corinthian pat you back with a wet chuckle. "As much as I loathe to admit it, the one you should be thanking is Dream."

"I will," you said. "But you're here now, willing to risk your life to come with me, and that… It's worth a thank you."

"Well," he chuckled. "You know me. I'm always lookin for a good life-threatening experience. Besides, I like the new mutt too much to just leave it all on you."

As she returned, the witches' footsteps echoed down the hallway, pausing with the book in her hand. She studied The Corinthian with a vague look of caution. "Who's this?"

The nightmare tipped his hat and smiled widely. "Names Corinthian."

"Like that serial killer?"

"Ah, good, you've heard of me."

Her eyes shifted to yours with a raised brow. "He's joking, right?"

"Afraid not." You sighed. "But don't worry, he won't hurt you."

The Corinthian shrugged, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. "I'm on a new diet."

Johanna shook her head and started moving furniture. "Jesus fuck. Your lot are always so troublesome." The woman drew a pentagram with different symbols than the ones you'd seen used by demons. "Alright, it's fairly simple. You just stand in the center while I recite the incantation. I warn you, though," she looked up, the warning clear in her eyes before she even spoke it. "It's a one-way trip. I can get you in, but the way out will be entirely up to you."

You looked at The Corinthian. "Last chance to go back to The Dreaming."

He linked your arms, tugging you close. "And miss all the fun? Not a chance, Daunty."

The two of you stepped inside the center together and held on tightly as Johanna recited the words in her book. Ash and embers lifted from the lines on the floor, and the two of you felt a sudden drop. It was as if the floor beneath you had simply vanished as you moved from the mortal plane into a desolate nothingness. Mountains and a chill colder than anything you'd felt surrounded you.

Hell. It was as you'd remembered from the very few times you'd found yourself here, but this time you had a purpose. This time you had power. With the nightmare beside you, the two of you trailed behind the line of damned souls until you reached the arch of twisted bodies and burnt flesh. Squaterbloat, the demon charged with guarding the gate, stood on the other side, his massive figure moving through the dust. “There’s one at the door. At the gate of damnation. Is thief, thug, or whore? There’s one at the door. And there’s room for one more till the end of creation.”

“This is the one and only chance I will give you,” your voice was but echoes of the demon’s darkest memories. “Open the gate and step aside.”

He chuckled, opening his mouth to speak the insults that demons knew best, but you waved your hand before even a sound could escape. Mist engulfed Squaterbloat, blinding him with memories that made his long-dead and decrepit heart beat once more. Demons belonged in hell, their dead bodies blending with the ash and dead trees. They did not feel anything but hunger, a longing for their pain to be spread across the world until all knew their suffering.

Pain was a thing demons did not fear so easily, but the memories of what they loved… the things they could no longer have or feel. That was true pain. With deep guttural wails, Squaterbloat collapsed to his knees, holding his chest with his hand. “Make it stop!”

You pressed a hand to the gate, slowly closing your fingers and watching the gate crumble like long, withered roots. Stepping inside with The Corinthian close behind you, the two of you walked forward, leaving the gatekeeper to suffer. Hell could not keep you out, and mercy was something you’d long abandoned the thought of. Lucifer would beg you, just as Squaterbloat and all the demons that stood between you and Sirius would.

There was no turning back now.

Most would find the road to Lucifer’s palace to be difficult to find and even more difficult to tread, but you’d been here before. You’d memorized this path just in case you found yourself trapped here again. Waves of demons, either sent to stop you or simply with the bad luck of having been tasked to march the road, met the blade of the nightmare. His body moved faster than you’d expected. The gleam of his knife catching in the fiery glow of the sky was all you could see. His smile was wide as he dug his blade into a demon's throat, putrid blood gushing as he ripped it free. The remaining demon tried to turn and flee - not a heroic lot his kind - but was stopped by dark roots winding around his legs and stabbing through his body until he was impaled upon the tree-like structure, begging you to kill him.

This pattern continued all up the path until you stood at the gates of Lucifer’s palace. Blood oozed from the stone doorways as they opened to you. Lucifer knew you were here. They likely had from the start, but they didn’t know that you would not be playing games or participating in a challenge for your companion. No. You would get what you came for, or Hell would need to find a new sovereign.

The shimmering black steps echoed with yours and The Corinthian’s footsteps, each pronounced one holding the echoes of your anger. When you finally stood in front of the open room where lit braziers of roaring flames illuminated the two black wings of the devil, it all came flooding back. Every ounce of pain Sirius had felt, all his pleas for your help, every moment. Golden hair glistened in the light as Lucifer turned, a smile on their lips. “Hello, Daunt.”

Silver flashed off to the side, a movement so quick you’d barely caught it. The Corinthian caught it first, sliding from the shadows to block the blow of Mazikeen’s blade with his own. Teeth bared, and a light chuckle echoed off the walls. “You must be Mazikeen.”

The scarred-faced warrior growled, ripping her blade away from his and whirling around to try and strike me again. The Corinthian laughed now, easily blocking every blow she tried to land. Lucifer held up their hand, and the demon paused. “Now, now, Mazikeen. Let us greet our guests properly.”

“They are not guests!” She replied. “They are intruders!”

“Intruders?” You questioned, eyes bearing into her own, digging up every memory of her mother and the pain that they held. “How ironic coming from those that came into my realm uninvited.”

Tears stung the demon's eyes as she forced herself to look away from you. Lucifer stepped down from their perch on the balcony with a tense smile. “Has something happened, Daunt?”

Stepping up alongside them, you shook your head. “Do not try to fool me. Give back what was stolen, and I may spare your pathetic kingdom.”

“The mutt,” they replied, feigning remembrance. “Ah yes, I’d forgotten about that little gift a few of my demons had given me. Don’t worry. The creature still lives.” They gestured to the balcony, and with a tight chest and no breathing, you moved, looking down into a pit of demons gathered around a fighting ring. Sirius was in the center, slow and weak but fighting off every demon that came toward him with bared teeth and loud snarls that sent you a burning feeling. “My demons have had quite the time with him.”

You ground your teeth together, turning to glare down at them. “Release him. Now.”

“Oh, if only it were that simple.” They laughed. “You know our laws. A challenge must be completed.”

“A challenge.” You nodded. “Very well, Lucifer Morningstar. I challenge you.”

“And I accept this challenge.” Their attire changed in a blink, black sleek leather and a greatsword resting between their hands. “Ever since I heard of your survival, I’ve wanted to see just how powerful you’d grown.”

"And see you shall. Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what would you give to see The Silver City again?" You asked, mist sliding past your tongue. "To see your family before it was torn apart and you were cast out?"

Lucifer's eyes began to gloss over with frost, frozen onto your face, almost as if they could see the memory beginning to take shape in your eyes. They fought against the strong current of your power, lifting the great sword and swinging it down where you once stood. The blade met nothing but mist as you appeared behind them. "You dare-"

"You moved against me. Time and time again, you have tried to kill me, to take my realm for yourself. Tried and failed." The mist grew around you, swirling with the echoes of heaven as Lucifer swung wildly, each blow catching nothing. "You have invaded my home for the last time. You have stolen from me for the last time. Now, I will have my retribution."

"I only wanted The Dreaming. If you would have simply stood aside-"

"ENOUGH!" It wasn't your voice that echoed off the walls of Hell's palace.

"Father," Lucifer breathed out, disbelief and bitterness coating their tongue. A dark root shot out, impaling them as they once had impaled you. The sword clattered to the ground as they fell to their knees, and frost finally overtook their eyes, locking them onto you.

You sighed, moving to stand over them, lifting your hands to their face. "Give me what was stolen, and perhaps I shall leave you with a memory as a gift. Refuse, and I shall plague your realm and all within it with their most haunted memories."

"I'd listen to her," the nightmare warned. "Having her haunt you isn't exactly a good time."

Lucifer shook with effort as they finally managed to pull the dagger from their belt and drive it into your side. Grinding your teeth together, you let the wound burn, refusing to give them even a single sound of pain. Your fingers curled into claws, digging into their head and puncturing their skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the nightmare and the daughter of Lilith face off once again, death shrouding them like a cloak. In the devil's eyes, you saw a spark, one tiny glint of worry as they, too, noticed the battle between their most trusted demon and Dream's most fearsome nightmare rage.

"Give him back to me," you whispered. "Do this and end the bloodshed."

"You've killed thousands of my demons-"

"And I will kill thousands more," you answered coldly. "Mazikeen will be the next to fall."

Lucifer pulled the knife from your side with a hot, tempered breath, and you let their head go. Blades stopped clashing, the two loyal warriors standing still to watch both of you. With a shaking hand, Lucifer touched their scaled wing, a single tear spilling from their eye as they realized the memory you'd shown them was just that. Their wings were still scaled, no longer the lovely feathers white. They were still Lucifer Morningstar. The devil. "Take your mutt and go."

"My liege-" Mazikeen began to protest, but the devil had made up their mind.

You could see their memories, a crown of gagged thorns that was filled with more pain than most, but buried beneath it, all tiny flowers still bloomed. Your hatred for them burned hot inside your chest. All the pain they'd caused flashed before your eyes, and yet, despite the voices shouting at you to kill them… To take your vengeance, you could not bring yourself to do it. The mist began to settle.

“You live because I allow it,” you sneered, pulling the root from their gut. “And that shall change if you ever enter my realm again.” Plucking the small flower, the brightest of the dim memories, from its thorned crown, you dropped it onto the ground in front of you, now a glass orb containing the memory of the once beloved child of God. “I leave you this memory not out of kindness but so you shall forever remember just how far you have fallen, Samiel.”

Their face contorted slightly at the sound of their true name, more tears slipping down their cheeks as you turned from them toward the balcony. The Corinthian tipped his hat to Mazikeen as she knelt beside her sovereign. "Til next time, demon."

Mazikeen's hiss echoed as you descended a stairway of mist into the center of the fighting pit where Sirius now lay. The demons had stopped their attacks after Lucifer had accepted defeat, but that would not spare them from you. Mist engulfed every demon that had touched your beloved wolf, burning and rotting their bodies and minds as you took Sirius into your arms.

His injuries were many, but your companion would live without any further improvements to his life. With The Corinthian close behind, you walked the path of dead demons and slipped out of the destroyed gate, walking past a new batch of damned souls and into the desolate plane of Hell. You willed a portal to your realm into being and passed through to your room. Laying Sirius on your bed, you let your tears fall onto his dirty fur, the pain and torturous fear of his absence now finally over. The Corinthian set a comforting hand on your back as you held the white wolf to your chest and sobbed into him.

You tended to his injuries and thanked the nightmare for his aid before he returned to The Dreaming. Morpheus would be angry with you. It was a fact you'd been well aware of and yet one that you now dreaded. His ire was unpredictable, and in the past, it likely would have been the end of all you'd built. However, you did not know how he would react, something that perhaps frightened you more than the alternative. 

Sirius stirred softly, his glowing blue eye blinking open to settling upon your face. For a moment, it seemed as though the stoic wolf had intended to just greet you normally, but then a harsh sob erupted from him, and he began to whimper. You curled yourself around him, stroking his now clean fur and whispering soft words to him as he cried. "My lady… Munin," he cried out. "I was so afraid."

"It's alright now," you reassured him, kissing his head. "Oh, my star! I'm so sorry!"

“I fought as hard as I was able,” he tried to explain further as you quickly shushed him.

“All that matters is you’re here now, with me, where you belong.” You cried quietly. “I never wish to be without you again, Sirius. Not ever.”

The two of you lay in the large bed, snuggled close as Sirus whispered. “Never.”

*

Dream didn’t come until the next day when Sirius healed, and you rejoined your realm. Your mighty wolf sat beside a large fountain, being showered in attention by the children. The tall figure clad in black approached you slowly as the children began braiding flowers into Sirius’ fur. “My lady,” he said stiffly.

“My lord,” you replied. “Is it time for my scolding already?”

Dream’s brow quirked slightly. “Are you in need of one?”

You held his gaze, searching his eyes for that familiar dark, brooding anger. “You don’t have to pretend you’re not upset with me. I misled you. I left… I went against your wishes.”

With a soft breath, he turned away, looking at the wolf and the children. “I was angry. Very angry.”

“But you aren’t now?” You pressed cautiously.

“Lucienne made a valid point that made me… reconsider the situation.” He admitted. “If I had been in your position if it had been Jessamy… or Matthew or Lucienne or you… I would not have waited either.” His lips tugged up into a smile. “Besides, you seemed to know what you were getting into.”

You smiled, too, the guilt and the nervousness washing away. “I’m afraid The Corinthian has a part to play in that. He did follow after me to fulfill his function.”

Morpheus nodded. “I am glad he’s at least taking that duty seriously.”

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“I am glad you were not hurt,” he replied, reaching out to take hold of your hand. “And I am glad to see your beloved companion alive and well.”

The two of you stood, hand in hand, side by side, watching the children with a loving gaze. You wondered if this was what the future held for you and him. Watching children, perhaps your own, from afar enjoying moments of bliss. Unbeknownst to you, Dream of the Endless was thinking the same thought, hoping that one day both of you would be blessed with children of your own. Cosmic terrors to fill both your days with the purest form of love a being could experience.

As you walked the neatly cobbled streets of your people’s growing town, you could see the top of the unique and entirely inspired home peeking out from the small glen. Gently leading him toward the two trees and the marvelous odd home nestled behind them, you said,  "There's someone I want you to meet. I think the two of you will get along quite well.”

Dream slowed, his eyes scanning the two faces of the trees before he drew in a sharp breath and stopped entirely. Hector tended to the small garden he'd been planting with focused brows and beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You called out his name, drawing his attention to you instantly. His friendly smile was as wide and beaming as it always was until his gaze shifted to Dream. 

His features darkened slightly as he stood. "My lady Munin."

"I wanted to show my companion your home," you said.

"He's quite familiar with it." Your brows furrowed slightly. Hector looked at Dream rather coldly. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again."

Dream straightened his back and clapped his hands behind him. "Nor I you, spirit."

His starlit eyes shifted, the memories swirling in them and bringing your mind the recollection of the scene you had also been present for. Your eyes widened slightly, and with a soft breath, you glanced between the two of them. "Oh…"

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if i actually get to finally see dan and phil live i’m gonna throw up - 14 year old me is quaking and sobbing

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Pokémon Reborn Screenshot Let's Play: Chapter 37

Hello again, readers! I’ve been having many thoughts about many pieces of media, including Pokémon- not Reborn specifically, other stuff. Specifically, I’ve been on a bit of a Fakemon kick as of late, but that’s a conversation for an entirely different day. On the bright side, all the Pokémon thoughts in my brain have made me all the more motivated to play more Reborn, so I’m raring to go for this chapter!

But before we get into that, I think it’s important to go over what happened last time, because there were some fascinating developments in the story. To whit:

Xera, Cain, and the kids find an old train stationed deep in the Railnet. With Noel’s knowledge, Xera is able to use the rail switches to arrange the tracks in a way to allow the train to successfully break through the rubble blocking the way to Chrysolia, with Charlotte acting as the conductor. At the same time, Anna mentions feeling cold and/or sore ever since her Amethyst Pendant was stolen, but insists nothing is wrong.

The tracks come to a sudden stop, and so does the train. The group exits into the Chrysolia region for the first time; immediately upon doing so, Heather sends out her Salamence and flies away, still without a word to anyone. Cain decides to go look for her while Charlotte leads the others to her family’s home. 

Xera, Charlotte, and the rest of the group travel through Tanzan Mountain, where Charlotte notices some unfamiliar metal structures inside. Additionally, the group feels several small earthquakes as they travel, the source of which is unknown.

At Tanzan Cove, the group finds the Belrose Manse. Inside, they meet one of Charlotte’s older sisters, Laura, who recently left the Orphanage upon turning 18 years old. Charlotte explains the situation with the breakout and being on the run, and Laura agrees to allow the group to stay for as long as they need.

Anna is taken upstairs to rest, her condition steadily worsening; as soon as she is given a bed, she falls into a deep sleep and develops a fever. The house does not have medicine, but Laura explains the PokéMart in the nearby Spinel Town sells a natural cure-all called Herbal Extract. At Charlotte’s prompting, Xera is told to go there and obtain this medicine.

Xera travels through Chrysolia Forest on her way to Spinel Town, where trees and other items are inexplicably teleported away, not to mention the tremors are still present.

When she arrives at Spinel Town, Xera finds these strange happenings are not isolated to the forest- objects around the town are also being randomly teleported, and the earthquakes are as prominent as ever.

Wow, that recap was shorter than I was expecting- maybe I'm finally getting better at being concise about this sorta thing.

So yeah! Even though we’re technically not in the Reborn region anymore, places like Spinel Town are still in shambles and nothing can be as simple as a trip to CVS! I still think Team Meteor’s behind the teleporting and/or the earthquakes, simply because…it’s always Team Meteor (except for that one time, the Wasteland). But in truth, there’s no hint as of now to what the actual cause could be, not to mention I can’t figure out what Team Meteor’s motive for targeting Spinel Town would be anyways, sooooo- take my paranoia with a grain of salt.

But with luck, we’ll find out more information about any of that- the teleporting, the quakes, the Herbal Extract- as we explore Spinel Town more. It doesn’t look like a huge place, so I don’t think it’ll take me too long to look around, but as for what could happen as we go about our business…that remains to be seen.

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the thing is i haven’t actually fully realized that i was a deeply suicidal teen and that mcr really was that bitch and i’m crying don’t even worry about it the fact that i’ve seen them on tour and that i have a ticket to see them again … 14 year old me is quaking in her boots she cried thinking about how she’d never be able to be me in 2024… i really thought i had missed my chance and yet here i am 🖤 they mean so much to me. like i remember listening to panic and fob more but the place din my hear t that they hold is unmatched. if i ever met gerard way i would burst i to tears and perhaps explode. do they even know???? how important they are to me personally ??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!