#What's Past Is Prologue

[sadmandream]

and we’re back in it after a break with an amazing chapter 10 of what’s past is prologue by @wanderingdream

feels good! feels right! just feels all around!

it’s all coming together, the shit is about to GO DOWN and i am vibrating with anticipation! join us!

[wanderingdream]

you know it's pretty ironic that i can't sleep because all i'm thinking about is my dreamling wip. dream really is withholding sleep from me like write me and hob holding hands for two hours straight, NOW

[harpersplay]

I get that there is a not inconsequential element of tumblr (and all social media, lbr) that is allergic to facts and reality. But y'all really need to get over it. Please stop using ~vibes~ to influence how you interact with the world; especially when your actions harm other people. And, btw, fearmongering is not a thing when people are explicitly telling you what they are going to do.

[wanderingcas]

You. You’re the bastard that makes me feel eMOTIONS WITH YOUR W RI TING

I’ve been reading your dreamling fic since the first chapter, and I know I say this everytime I comment on your fic,

but yOUR WRITING IS FUCKING ASTOUNDING

THE CHARACTERIZATION? THE DIALOGUE S O U N D S LIKE REAL SCRIPT, AND WHILE READING I CAN VISUALIZE EVERYTHING THATS HAPPENING

your fic is genuinely one of the best in this fandom, and I eagerly check my notifications for chapter updates because I LOVE reading your work

I want to inject your dreamling into my VEINS and dissolve your fic in ginger ale and chug it

AND CHAPTER 10!?!? I want to smack you with a feather duster. I nearly screeched on my morning bus because I made the mistake of thinking I could read your writing in a public setting and NOT want to walk up a mountain and flip a couch over at the same time.

You wonderful creative bASTARD

ALSKDJFAKLJF this is the best ask i could have ever gotten!!

i'm so glad that you're enjoying the fic so much and it's REALLY boosting my confidence because 1) it's my first dreamling fic so obviously that's scary and 2) THE PLOT LITERALLY FIGHTS ME LIKE A PACK OF DOGS EVERY TIME I SIT DOWN TO WRITE IT so the fact that it's coming off well? excellent, amazing, I am tricking my audience splendidly

but no really thank you so much for coming and yelling at me. this is my favorite thing as an author. it's why i write. i just want to be yelled at. that's all i ask!! it's how i know i'm doing things well <3

[anonymitie]

[da-at-ass]

Writing the Bird War on @badoccultadvice has been really fun. I've been applying all the weird random knowledge I've gained while researching war history, watching war movies, doing espionage research, and reading up on the history of nuclear weapons.

Not sure why Bird War would go that hard? Watch more birds.

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[too-many-lavellans]

something you wanna share with the class

(please don’t tag/comment with your inquisitor, thanks)

[metropoliswhite]

"They had ripped each other to shreds. Not out of fury or anger or rage. Destruction from love, adoration, and worship. Tearing down false idols to instate their own God, a strange two-faced man, eyes of blue and brown. Just two believers willing to martyr themselves for something bigger. For them , rather than you or I . Instead of he or him . Us."

What Is Past Is Prologue Chapter 63 "Felix" by @justalilguyoops

This image wouldn't get out of my head since reading this for the first time so I had to draw it. First time playing around with watercolor, I usually stick to acrylic but it was a lot of fun! (although I'm frustrated because the color on picture are always very different from in reality but anyway...).

[leehallfae]

i should have known that reading shakespeare would mean being jumpscared by star trek episode titles in their natural habitats

[w-hikarin]

A sketch(?) inspired by that one almost last scene of What Is Past Is Prologue by @justalilguyoops !!! (please read its so good, it ended a month ago and I'm still here)

And cattonquick cheebs 💕

[sadmandream]

I am LATE in posting this, but alas…

I had way TOO MUCH fun and enjoyment with this one, what an absolute pleasure..

as always, @wanderingdream’s fic what’s past is prologue is delivering on all fronts.

I just can’t get enough of this story and being able to be a *little* part of it as it unwinds is bringing my life immense joy.

JOIN US on this amazing journey.

[wanderingdream]

SUFFER WITH ME

[mengyan]

“I don’t want it to just be ‘me’ and ‘you’ anymore,” she mumbles, outstretching an unsteady hand. Shangguan Qian is so far away that she can’t even brush the edge of her clothes, let alone grasp her. “Can we… Can we be an ‘us’ again? Please?”

Yun Weishan watches Shangguan Qian carefully for her answer, sifting through the fog of the sea in her eyes. Wearing white and framed by the candlelight, she looks a little too unreal, like she doesn’t belong in the same plane as her at all.

Shangguan Qian exhales. She glances at her hand, keeping it hovering, trembling in mid-air.

“That’s not up to me, is it?” she returns. “What about you, Yun Weishan? Will you show me mercy, or will this all end the same way?”

破晓; daybreak

🌤️ of ten thousand journeys, the path home is the longest one to walk. 🌊 estimated 63k~70k (total) 🌤️ a post-canon fix-it— or, how shangguan qian and yun weishan change each other’s ending 🌊 starting october 25th, this fic will update every friday around 7 PM EST! 🌤️ with cover art and illustrations by the incomparable @notedchampagne <3

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58230550

[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arms ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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