#melancholy hill au

[murraystrikez]

[my AU — Nines is human in this one]

Gavin: I am this close to snapping his fucking neck in half, T.

Tina: Just five minutes ago, you were listening to 'On Melancholy Hill' and crying about how that song reminded you of Nines.

Gavin:

Gavin: No I didn't.

[paradiiseblu]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . WANDERLUST'S PERSONAL PLAYLISTS !

Inspired by : this ask !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . SIWOO !

Siwoo's playlist, simply titled 'loverboy <3,' is composed of love songs. As the designated "lover boy" of the group due to being the one who shows the most "Prince Charming behavior" according to the other members, he has committed to the nickname, filling his playlist with nothing but love songs. His playlist can be heard every time he has a solo live and is interacting with Lost Boys and Lost Girls.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . KEITO !

Keito's playlist, titled as 'keito's party,' is composed of many artists, with no specific artist or band standing out. Keito has stated before that he has more than one playlist, each one based on a mood he may be feeling during the day that he wants to either amplify or calm down through each playlist. 'keito's party' is his general, most used playlist, played most often when he is bored and wants to have something to listen to, when he wants background music when he is doing a task or being on live, or just for fun.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . WAY !

Way's playlist, titled 'way's playlist,' is mainly composed of COLDPLAY, having openly admitted to being a big fan of the band. Included in the playlist are artists such as HERO and MARINA, and various other artists whose songs Way listened to once and decided to add to his playlist. He has stated before that he doesn't have much of a preference when it comes to music; he simply wants to enjoy his favorite songs and relax.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . ZEN !

Zen's playlist, titled 'zenhyeon's liked songs,' consists exclusively of BIGBANG, VARSITY, and ATEEZ, with few other artists here and there throughout the playlist. The nickname comes from an inside joke between the WANDERLUST members, when during a livestream, Tommy first called to him as Zen before changing his mind and adding the second part of his first name, thus creating Zenhyeon, a popular nickname among both WANDERLUST and their fans. He has been heard blaring his playlist almost everywhere: in his car, in his room, in his headphones, in the bathroom while he's showering. . . literally everywhere he can, he will make sure it can be heard all around him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . MAKO !

Mako's playlist, titled 'mako faves :),' is full of nothing but girl groups. As the self proclaimed girl group lover in WANDERLUST, his playlist is compiled solely of girl group songs, ranging from cute to girl crush sounds. He always plays his playlist in the car and shower, shamelessly singing or screaming the lyrics, no in between. He has the biggest playlist between the members, with 389 songs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . LIANGRUI !

Liangrui's playlist, titled 'lian's loves <3,' is full of nothing but Kpop songs from random artists. He has also stated before that he doesn't have much of a preference when it comes to music; if he likes it, it's going to his playlist. He has been heard playing it in the background during his solo lives, and sometimes in the car and even in the shower. He has said he has no problem adding any recommendations from Lost Boys and Lost Girls, showing them his screen as he adds them. His playlist is the second biggest following Mako, with 244 songs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . TOMMY !

Tommy's playlist, titled 'tommy's likes!,' contains songs exclusively from BTS, VARSITY, WANDERLUST, and HERO. He has stated before that he liked to listen to his own songs in order to get the perspective of their fans and see how they liked to listen to them. Every time he goes live, he always has his playlist in the background as he reads fans' comments and does his own thing as he interacts. As well as those four artists, he also has songs from girl group Stupid Cupid, with his number one favorite being his best friend Tomie's solo, DON'T SUGARCOAT ME. He had been seen multiple times jamming to the song, and has stated before that while he does listen to other girl groups, Stupid Cupid is his number one.

[whirling-fangs]

@fallesto || cont.

“That is nonsense! And deep down you know that as well! You have worked harder than anyone else, why! The temple has never been better in so long, you really have gone above and beyond ion all of your work here, and I think you need to be rewarded for such .. greatness. I think it is long overdue, that you get the chance to go to paradise. I know, I know, you are so thankful and it is cruel of me, to horde you all to myself and deny you the pleasure of ascending, I have been a poor lord, woe is me for being so cruel in keeping you all to myself, I think it is time, for you to go with the others, I think, you have done enough, you have more than earned it.”

At long last, the day had come. Inosuke had always known that the demon would make that offer again, sooner or later. Time passed and the monster's face remained unchanged, when Inosuke had long stopped being a scrawny, powerless child.

He had waited for that day. For that opportunity to finally put his plans into motion. All the training he'd done in secret, all the ache his bones and muscles had endured, all the days and nights he had spent repeating those same motions under his best friend's guidance... it was all in preparation for this day.

"If you really think I deserve it, then... I'd be delighted."

Emerald eyes stared deep into the rainbow hues he so despised. His rage was buried deep, though a flicker of it might show in the boy's bright irises, just for a split second.

"I don't want to make a big fuss about it, though. If I'm really going to ascend... can it be just you and me?"

He had to play his cards right. He needed to make sure that no one would intrude on their little 'ceremony'. If the followers were to catch him covered in their beloved Lord's hands, they would turn against him, no matter who was the real and only monster.

"We can tell mom, but I don't want the others to get jealous. I'm not exactly like the rest of them, after all. I never needed to be saved. I was always safe here... with you."

[saradika]

— BLEED FOR ME | part i

[masterlist]

mand’alor!vampire!din djarin x f!reader

rated e - 1.8k

series prompts: vampire!au + “i would burn the world for you.” + vampire has a taste for specific blood + revenge + (one-sided) enemies to lovers (+ 2 to be revealed!)

tags: vampire!au, implication of drinking blood, reader has scar on shoulder, mentions of death

For the haunted hoedown! Looking forward to sharing this, I wanted to do a vamp!din last Halloween but wasn’t able to. So to work on this with the inspiration of these prompts is so exciting! I hope you enjoy! 💖

When it’s revealed that the Mand'alor is seeking a companion, you find yourself among those hoping to be chosen. A life of luxury in exchange for your blood seems a fair trade - even if you’re hiding a closely-kept secret. One that would certainly put your life in danger.

Though, you are not alone. Because he has one, as well.

The nervous energy of the crowd is palpable - it’s impossible not to get swept along with it. The cowl of your cape is tugged down lower as you follow the others streaming out ahead of you.

Out of the small town, winding around the side of the steep hill. The air growing heavier, the fog rolling in as you climb the moss-covered steps. The castle looms against the darkening horizon, all blackened stone and tall, twisting spires.

They mirror the curl of your stomach - the weight of your feet as they seem to slow, the closer you get.

But you’ve come this far. You can’t go back now.

The gates remain shut, and you’re forced to halt. Huddled together in small groups, nervous and excited whispers breaking the silence.

A shiver even with the heavy cloaks that protect the bared necks and shoulders, a detail noted on that weathered scroll left in the town square.

And for the first time, you doubt.

When it had been announced that the Mand’alor was seeking a Companion, the news has spread. It was no secret that the vampire lord had sought blood.

But he had never chosen anyone before. Never pursued someone, like this.

There had been others but they had never lasted long. Just let into the castle long enough to keep him alive for another moon.

It had amassed a crowd, those who couldn’t resist the reward that was offered - thousands of gold coins, enough to live any life they could want.

Those who wanted the fame.

Those who wanted protection.

Those who wanted to see the spectacle for themselves.

And then, there was you.

Now that you’re at the doorstep, you’re suddenly unsure. If you were chosen - once you step through - it’s unlikely you’d leave alive.

Would that be worth it?

Would you get what you were looking for?

Even after all your training, it hadn’t truly prepared you for the patchwork of emotions you feel now.

Guilt and desperation and melancholy and regret and anger - all branding into your skin until you can feel yourself trembling with the effort to hold it back.

But the gates are parting now. And it’s too late to turn back.

A figure it stepping through - her leather armor blackened with oil. Her eyes are bright, and not the shade of red you were expecting.

Her chin is held high as her eyes sweep through the crowd, an eerie silence settling over your travel companions.

And wordlessly, she begins to sort. Sizing up each person as she approaches. A quick dart of her eyes as she plucks at clothes, examines faces.

Pulling a few to one side, the rest clearly dismissed. No pattern to her choosing that you can sense - that feeling of dread ratcheting up in your stomach as the crowd grows smaller and you grow closer.

Until she’s standing in front of you.

Her fingers pinch at your chin, forcing your eyes to hers. Dark eyes under darker lashes flick across your face, until they drop down to the clasp at your throat.

Your hood is pulled back, as deft fingers unhook the brass fastenings. The wool pools on the cracked stone as your skin is exposed.

Her eyes follow the curve of your cheek, to your neck, to the sharp curves of the scar on your shoulder, just above the cut of your tunic.

A reminder of that night. One that still haunts you, a year later.

Those eyes flick back up to yours.

There’s a second where you stoop to collect your robe - feeling bare, flayed open under her gaze - but her boot presses purposely against the hem.

Shooting you a small smirk as you rise again obediently, before a hand is guiding you towards the group she had selected.

And then, it’s over.

“Those chosen will be brought before the Mand’alor.” The woman’s voice rings out, “And he shall decide from there.”

With her signal the gates creak open again, and you're ushered inside. Across a wide bridge and through a massive set of wooden double-doors.

And then, you’re inside the castle. Those doors shutting behind you with a sense of finality.

The long halls are dark, in the fading evening. The last of the sunlight filtered through tall, stained glass windows - their shadows broken into shades of crimson and silver and gold, distorted where they spill across the floor.

A chill creeps into your skin. The ice of it feels reminiscent of your dreams - that cold bite against your skin, a balm to the burning heat that had surrounded you.

It distracts you enough that you don't see him slip from the shadows. Near-silent steps as he moves to stand before the small crowd, even with the heavy plates of his shining armor.

Everything seems to go still then. The inhale of a collected breath, now held.

You should feel terror. This man - this vampire - has killed hundreds. Thousands. Has feasted on even more.

He's a monster.

The fight or flight should be sinking in - but somewhere deep inside, there is only that weight that you still carry. A prickle across your skin at the way he moves, all sleek and careful movements.

Starting where the woman guides him. His hands stay motionless - tucked in the curve on his belt, the other curling around a black hilt at his waist. Her quiet murmurs that only he can hear. As he stops in front of each one.

No expression can be leaked, with the mask he wears.

Their faces, and finally yours, reflected back at you.

You do your best to gather your courage.

To keep your chin tilted up, gazing into that dark band of his visor. As you hear the rattle of the slow inhale of his breath, as if he could smell you from beneath his helmet.

Even you can see the fear in your widen eyes, feel the small tremor in your limbs as his hand suddenly and slowly moves.

As if he can't help himself.

As if it is on instinct.

Reaching out to touch your shoulder, your neck - but then, just hovering.

Your terror catches up now. That steady beat of your heart now pounding in your chest, knocking wildly against your ribs.

The smallest flinch as his fingertips hang in mid-air, before his hand is curling into a fist.

Dropping back down.

There's the smallest jerk of his head. A gleam in the woman's eye as her hand curves around your bicep, as he sweeps from the room.

A murmur of confusion, disappointment - the rest robbed of their spectacle and entertainment. It had taken longer to get here - everything over so quickly, it feels as if you’ve only just stepped inside.

Armored guards move from their neat rows - shields raised to ward off the remainers of your group - to urge them back outside and back to their homes.

Leaving only the chosen behind.

Only you.

The woman in armor guides you quickly to your new home. Taking you through twisting corridors lined with ancient portraits, up a winding path of stone stairs.

You’re utterly lost, and a part of you wonders if that’s intentional. To keep you trapped inside. A silent realization that perhaps, you haven’t been nearly as clever as you thought.

Those worries lingering as she stops outside a heavy wooden door, lit on either side by flickering oil lamps.

“This is your room,” She tells you, her fingers resting on the door, before she’s pushing it open.

With the stories you’ve been told about the fearsome Mand’alor and the fortress he lurks in, you certainly weren’t expecting a room so… beautiful.

There’s a luxury that seems to weave throughout it. Rich wooden floors and plush rugs. A constellation of glittering stars painted on a domed, navy ceiling - as if you had invited the night sky in to stay.

Bookcases line the walls - framing a wooden desk, plush seating next to the bench that was built into the space beneath the iron-wrought windows.

Thick velvets curtains thrown back to let the setting sun in, casting the four-poster canopy bed in a golden light.

You almost forget yourself, as your fingers run across the bedspread. Finely-made beneath your touch, as soft as spun silk.

If the situation had been different… you think you might have loved it.

“There will be someone to call on you if there’s anything you want. And to take care of things during your day.” She interrupts your admiring thoughts, bringing you back.

You send a silent chastisement to yourself, as your fingers clasp - the picture of docility.

“The Mand’alor has been looking for someone for quite some time. I will give you a moment to get settled, but understand that your duties are to begin tonight.”

The pounding of your heart begins again, not realizing it would be so soon.

She must see the surprise that flickers across your face - her arms crossing as she leans in the doorway, “He has not fed since the last. We’ll all be happier once he does.”

Since the last Companion.

You wonder what happened to them. If they were used and cast aside. If they were drained dry.

If the same would happen to you.

No. You won’t let it.

“I’m happy to begin my work as soon as it pleases the Mand’alor.” Your voice is soft, and her sharp look softens.

“You’re quick.” She smiles, “That’s good. If you listen, you’re gonna be just fine.”

The nod you give is cut short, as the door closes. Left alone, your attention immediately goes to the furniture in the room. You don’t have much time.

Something used as often as a bed would be impractical, especially if someone will be tending to you as the woman says.

The bookcases touch both the ceiling and the floor, the books in neat, uniform stacks. No room for disruption.

Your fingers tug at the bench, but it’s solid wood - there’s no storage beneath.

No closet either, an empty brass rack stands against one of the curving stone walls.

Leaving only the desk, as you hurry over. The bottles of ink clinking together as the tips of your fingers run over the wooden top, and then under.

Looking for a hinge, your fingers closing around the ceramic knob as you carefully pull. Revealing a drawer full of rolled-up scrolls, a handful of quills, a thick leather-bound book.

There’s a knock then, and your pulse races.

Fingers fumbling as you reach for the fastenings of your tall boots. A creak of the door as it begins to open.

Undoing them just enough to pull the thin silver dagger and the sharpened stake free. Hastily shoving them behind the scrolls of paper inside your desk.

Before you’re pushing the drawer shut - just as the Mand’alor fills your doorway.

And the first of the 2 secret prompts are: 'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you. (The second part to come into play!) thank you for checking this out! And hope you like this au! 🥀

[aimfor-theheart]

my cicicielo💛 for your writing game: western au + vash pls? :3

amira you love me fr for giving me this one!!!! <3333 THANK YOU!!!

western au

vash x reader

cw: none...soft....lil touch of angst....

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a sea of endless green, the hills rolling as far as you can see, meeting the mountains somewhere in the distance like old friends. the sun is a honey melt in the sky, ripening to a deep blue. the flowers, bursts of red and pink and orange and white, scatter over the fields before you.

a figure in the distance. silhouetted against the setting sun. standing there, lonesome against the sky.

you'd know the slope of his shoulders anywhere.

"vash!" you crow to the heavens happily, a bird crying out. "vash the stampede!"

that figure turns, but you're already running for him, running down the slopes and bends of the earth and towards him.

and he runs for you, too. shouting your name into the sky.

when you collide, its like reckless stars.

he laughs as he catches you, as he turns to take the brunt of the fall, arms around you tight and secure. with all the momentum, you both roll over each other a few times in the flowers, down the slope of the hill.

when you both finally still, you're on top of him again, still laughing. you pick yourself up, hands flattening against his stomach to lift yourself up. your legs are straddled on either side of his waist.

when your giggles subside, you're left looking at each other, breathing hard. petals caught in his hair, his hat missing somewhere, shirt a little open underneath your hands.

"hey, cowboy," you say slowly, taking him in like you can't believe it's really him, breathless with your excitement, aching with your joy. you breathe it through your smile;

"you came back."

"heya, cowgirl," he says back and his hands twitch, reaching up to pluck petals from your own hair, to take you in, too, "course i came back—i told'ya i would."

his smile is wide and brimming, but you can see that touch of sadness in his eyes—that creeping melancholy, like it's own vine that overtakes and chokes out the flowers of his happiness. you touch at the corner of his eyes as if to chase it away.

"i wasn't sure you'd make it back to me." you admit, smile waning.

he reaches up and covers your hand with his. catches it. presses his lips to your open palm in a reverent kiss. his brow furrows for just a moment.

"i did my best." he says, "i made you a promise."

you pull your hand away to fist both in the front of his shirt. "almost makes up for how you left me, vash the stampede—damn criminal that you are."

he smiles sheepishly, "i am sorry, sweetheart, i knew you'd be mad—"

"damn right i was!" you say, shaking him a little, baring your teeth.

but then you take him in again, underneath you. alive and breathing. heart kicking beneath your hands, beneath all those scars and wounds. back in your life like he'd never left. back on these hills and under the same sky. tears prick your eyes.

you could cry having him back—it's like a dream you thought you'd never have again.

"you better not ever do that to me again—" you say, voice breaking, trying to be angry and tough but so, so lovesick, "you hear me, vash?"

"loud and clear," he says, his starry eyes suddenly welling with their own tears, smiling fond and soft at your anger that isn't really anger at all. he swallows around it all, "i got a lifetime to make up for it, huh?"

you grip the front of his shirt, hauling him up to you, and he yelps a little, laughing.

"you better, cowboy."

he kisses you hard, kisses you desperate and sorry and aching. his hands, one cool and metal, and the other warm and flesh, all over you suddenly. around you. hitching you tighter to him, mouth warm and soft and stubble scraping up against your lips like it had so long ago.

when you pull away, breathless, he says, "let me start now," and suddenly rolls you onto your back in a field of flowers. the sun sinks in the sky, bruising blue and soft, stars winking to life above you both. the moon's curve is a soft smile, shining down on a lovelorn earth.

"let me show you how sorry i really am, cowgirl."

when he kisses you again, you taste the curve of his smile, and yours fits against it like an old, worn key coming up against it's homelock.

in another universe writing game!

[sitp-recs]

Happy Friday, friends! I’ve never done monthly wrap ups before but since Wireless pulled me back from a brief hiatus, I thought it would be cool to share some things I’ve been reading, that could use more love. 10 fics both old and new, Drarry and rare pairs, Wireless treats; pick your poison and have fun! 🙌

Drarry

Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 7k) - brilliant concept perfectly executed, I’m so here for curse-breaking colleagues who fuck at the job to pass time and then forget about it every time 🤌🏼 genius and intriguing and captivating as per crow’s usual

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

And Embers at Your Lips by @nametheshadows (T, 15k) - sequel to one of my all-time favorite 8th year fics with insomniac roommates just as soft and healing as LLAYF. Gorgeous prose and all the kissing. Highly rec this series for A+ comfort food!

The sequel to Like Lightning at Your Fingertips: the kissing montage. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

Rich Friend, Anon (E, 18k) - one of my faves from Wireless, pop star!Draco never gets old and both the pacing and the romance are perfectly developed! I live for Harry’s horny yearning and for their road trip together, kudos to casual Harry/Neville as a side ship!

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow, Anon (E, 22k) - this ode to advent Drarry fics took my breath away with a charming Draco, fun dynamics, an enchanting Christmas shop and one of the sexiest smut scenes I’ve read this year, 10/10 recommend for hot & sweet magical vibes and lots of references as an homage to the classics!

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

We Are Legend by Vaysh (E, 38k) - happy to report to @romaine2424 that I have finally read this epic apocalypse AU and am shooketh with its originality and serious tone. One of the most creative takes I’ve seen on animagus Draco, a poignant and devastating war story.

Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side. He recognises Draco Malfoy whom he thought long dead. But the differences between them are perhaps even greater than before. Cw: MCD

LA, Who Am I To Love You?, Anon (E, 42k) - I cannot believe this beauty was written for my lil Wireless prompt ♥️ perfect LA vibes, gorgeous aesthetics, horny ust and a fascinating take on both down and out bi Harry and out and proud bi Draco, we love to see it! Couldn’t have asked for a better story to fill my prompt, ty anon!

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Rare Pairs

A Different Tune by November Snowflake (M, 8k) - very nice Dron get together, short & sweet with an undercurrent melancholy that I love, just what I needed before bed

Working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office has led Ron to many strange encounters--but none more unexpected than this one. Cw: Harry’s dead

The Years Between by brummell (M, 14k) - another rare pair fave, this Rarry fic told from Ron’s smitten and jealous pov as he helps Harry recover from a coma is so deliciously raw and angsty. Gorgeous slow burn, the feels!

For both Harry and Ron, a wake-up call is just the beginning.

Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - best Snarry fic I’ve read this year, I’m low key obsessed with this hitmen + amnesia concept and how the romance develops so organically while they’re on the run. Intriguing plot, sexy ust and super scorching smut that made me salivate jfc 🔥

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

A Dress with Pockets by PacificRimbaud (E, 25k) - a Panville classic recced by anon (ty!!), what a sexy and vibrant read! I LOVED Neville and their dynamics are brilliant and so funny, I just couldn’t get enough of these characters. 100% sold on this ship pls and thank

Pansy Parkinson needed a drink. And a shag. She didn't care in which order. Enter: Neville fucking Longbottom and his rolled up sleeves.

[fallevs]

Hi! Wow, even a change of scene! Of course the time I lose to make this crap I could spend on continuing my wip lmao but– it looked cute and I was bored with the old banner

I'm back after two weeks (or three?) with no less than two wips! Yes because there is the "lighter and funnier" story for normal days and the more melancholy one for days with strange vibes. I'm not quite on track with either of them, but every now and then I manage to add a few little words and try to be satisfied with that.

escort!au (the title should be a new found grace but I'm not sure yet)

A door. Battered, bare, and rickety, divides the terrace from the inside. Outside, on either side, a washing machine that has surely seen better days, garbage buckets, a small ruined wooden garden table with two chairs, one of which has a broken leg. In the center of the table is, almost ironically, a blue vase with beautiful white flowers. Cute and delicate detail that, however, annoyingly clashes with the indefinable and unmentionable outdoor furniture.

"This is a joke, right?" he asks petrified, looking around. He hears Sue clicks her tongue and chuckle. "What did you expect, little prince? A mansion like the one you crawled out of? Close one eye and pretend you like it. This is what you can afford. For payment, we'll settle up later," Sue sentences, turning on her heel and walking back toward the terrace exit. "Whatever problems you have, don't call me."

Kurt is stunned, shocked, and quite upset. Normally he would stage a fairly heated argument with someone like Sue and her mannerisms. But this time, he doesn't. This time, he remains silent.

#2 (I thought the title might be celeste nostalgia, but, again, I'm not sure yet)

That city was not like any other he was used to. That city was his point of arrival. His conquest. Years spent studying it, admiring it from afar, longing for it; finally, there it was. Under his eyes. And before long, under his feet. From there, he could see the river running through it, the monuments that filled it and made it different from any other place he had ever seen; any other place he would ever see. He was sure of it. Rome. The Eternal City. The city of the Seven Hills. For a long time, he had even dreamed of it. And to feed his thirst for curiosity even more, he had read in a book about the meaning of dreams, that dreaming of visiting Rome indicated that the best thing to do is to devote oneself to oneself. He had read about how it symbolized a big step forward; made to feel better. "You and only you know what goes on inside you and what you want to do in life," he found himself reciting in a low voice, smiling wistfully and thoughtfully as he continued to admire the spectacle below.

Thank you Gen, @kurtsascot, for the tag ✨️

Even though it's Thursday, let's see if anyone wants to participate, like @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @annepi-blog @bitbybitwrites @nicoise (<- I'd love to know more about this klaine brainrot!!! If you want, of course <3) and EVERYONE who wants to!!!

[pseudowho]

Hihiii Haitch!

Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I’m absolutely in love with your writing. The way you write Nanami is just✨✨

And I was on the fence about watching jjk because of the numerous spoilers I had encountered. But all your fics and my lil (read major) crush on nanami finally made me come around to watch it, I’m on s1e6 rn (I’ll just blissfully ignore the teensy detail I know about what happens to nanami and my other fav characters while watching it…hehe😭)

So onwards to my questions :

1) How does writing come to you? Does it feel like that urgent spidey senses tingling moment and the next thing you know your fingers are flying across the keyboard like a woman possessed…or does it feel like this distant feeling, that slowly grows and you let it simmer fully before you formulate it into words?

2) what song or word do you think immaculately describes Mr haitch?

3) Do you derive your real feelings while writing? Like the feelings that you feel in that particular moment, does it affect it somehow? Have you ever written something that has made you feel very exposed in an emotional way?

4) lastly I’ll add a fun fact : Did you know that in India, marriages are taken so seriously and especially arranged marriages, that there is a very well developed legit business solely centered around finding perfect matches for you. So your family essentially contracts an agency that finds matches for you , based on your requirements and it has levels to it.

The families of the to be bride and groom, use the agency as a mediator to contact each other. The agency also runs background checks. You have to pay a yearly subscription fee for it. And if you want to marry your child outside your tax bracket (into a wealthier family to put it bluntly) you can join the premium membership, where you pay double, only to get a chance to get meetings with their high profile clients. (Yes I know how shallow this is…)

Hellooooo! I am so sorry for the pain you will soon endure. Please know that if I could hold your hand through it, I would.

I'm so glad they made a TV series about that weird JJK Bad Timeline AU. It was a great way to explore all of the things that could have happened to the characters we love, but didn't. Really creative. 10/10. So glad they got the Good Timeline in reality.

Both of those actually! My drabbles, especially my husband!Nanami and Papamin drabbles are very much the former. My longer fics that I header, gently form in my head over a number of days, maturing slowly.

Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz: Up on Melancholy Hill/ Sits a manatee/ Just looking out for the day/ When you're close to me/ When you're close to meWell you can't get what you want/ But you can get me/ So let's set out to sea, love/ 'Cause you are my medicine/ When you're close to me/ When you're close to me

AND... Absent by Sylosis:

I'm no saint I've no virtue I wish I could feel that you hurt too But it's so dark I can't tell god from the devil I'm just absent More than ever

I surrender I'm incomplete I've had all I can take So take me in pieces

3. I'm very good at making myself feel exactly how I need to feel, for the purpose of writing. I'm also very good at making other people feel how I need them to feel, good and bad. So I find it easy to recreate emotions in fics. It's freaky and I'm sorry. I also separate myself from that very well, sort of hovering above it as I write it. Nothing that makes me feel exposed would ever be written down on my blog, because that's purely for a couple of select people to witness.

4. I did know this! I've cared for lots of Indian couples having babies, and as such I'm rather well-versed in cultural traditions. I'm always fascinated by peoples' love and marriage stories, so listen with great interest when they share things like this. Thank you for also sharing the information. It sounds cut-throat!

Thank you so much for the wonderful Inbox. I really enjoyed answering it!

Love as always,

-- Haitch xxx

[hezuart]

Do you have a Mono playlist?

Well I already made a playlist for Mono & Seven. It was mostly meant for them in regards to my Channel Change AU..... but I added some things that are Mono centric, canon or not:

I explain the other half of the songs in the post linked above, but here's to the additions:

On Melancholy Hill (Gorillaz) - Looking at another dream. You can't get what you want, but you can have each other. Setting out to sea. Melancholic. Plastic trees resembling perhaps feeling as though its all fake.

Babylon (Dirt Poor Robins) - A tale of a man who builds the tallest tower with an impervious plan. Ascending and watching all the land. Bragging about his accomplishments, but running out of air. The tower is his tomb. Woe and gloom.

Part of the Madness (Rebecca Sugar) - Hearing laughter and screams echoing faintly in your mind. Reminiscence of normalcy. Relief, but questioning, in the face of being ordinary. Knowing there's chaos elsewhere while you stand and watch.

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) - Fleeing from a world not meant for you. People trying to catch you. One day you'll grow up, but for now you are young and must flee when you are powerless.

Falling Inside the Black (Skillet) - Dreaming of the way things used to be. Having a connection with someone. That someone leaving you in some way. Begging to not be alone. Falling into darkness.

Skyscraper (Demi Lovato) - Rainy skies. Silent endings. Nothing left of you. Torn apart. But standing back up with confidence and resolve. Untangling oneself from a mess of another person.

Mountains (Message to Bears) - Running away into the night, always could have. Maybe never could have.

Mad World Cover (Gary Jules, Michael Andrews) - Familiar faces and worn out places. Going nowhere. Drowning sorrow. No tomorrow. Going to school but they look right through you. Dreams in which you're dying are the best you've ever had. Running in circles like a time loop, a very very mad world.

The Lighthouse's Tale (Nickel Creek) - A tragic tale of a by-standing light house. It watched one of its keepers perish in a storm and the other took their life to join her. Empty and worn, unable to do anything but exist... surrounded by roiling waves and winds, it still stands. Warning sailors on their way. Forlorn. Unable to change fate. Standing as the winds remind of what has been and what can never be.

Gasoline (Halsey) - Been insane, been in pain. This isn't a dream. Part of the machine. Not human. Living on a screen. A face made up. Lighting matches. Pointing fingers. Voices in your head. Heart of gold, but hands are cold.

Viva La Vida (Coldplay) - Used to rule the world. Now you sweep the streets you used to own. One minute holding the key, but then the walls closed. When you left, honesty had perished. Just a puppet on a lonely string, never wanting to be king. Knowing salvation won't come for you.

What Could Have Been (Sting, Ray Chen) - A monster you created. Needing to kill a part of you still stuck on those that abandoning you. Once you had everything, now you have pieces. Wanting revenge. Dreaming of what could have been.

Still Kids (Virtual Riot, YOSIE) - Turning in circles. Losing one's head. Longing to be someone you can't be. Nothing left to lose. Running wild. Ticking clocks. Time moving onwards. An unknown world. Kids refusing to grow old or do what they're told.

Dust it Off (The Do) - Dreaming.  "An anthem of courage to take action and start fresh, even when the past may be filled with mistakes and sorrows." Burning papers into ashes. Find instructions within the bottle of amnesia for salvation or oblivion. Don't look back, since it has all happened before. One day a miracle will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.

Bring Me Home (Jaron) - Being home. Beside someone important. Finally finding someone you've been looking for after all this time.

Don't Look Back (Kotomi, Ryan Elder) - You tried your best, but now you must rest. Following someone, even as a force pulls you down. Leaving shadows in the past. You'll never get back tomorrow. Wake from the dream. Kept in the dark, betrayed and left with marks. You are a force and won't be dragged down. You won't follow them any more. Let it all go.

King (Lauren Aquilina) - Forgetting what you have within your solitude. Losing your mind within the sound. Young blood set free. Method to the madness, illogic in the sadness. Put your faults to bed. Be rid of the monsters. Regain control. Reclaim your crown and be king again.

Sleepsong (Bastille) - Don't talk to strangers and the dangers they bring. Scared of being alone. Alone with your thoughts. The waking world slowly coming undone, as are you.

Nothing and Everything (Red) - Enemy, familiar friend, your beginning and your end. Broken truth, whispering lies. Wanting the pain to end. A war coursing within your veins. It's breaking you.

Iridescent (Linkin Park) - Standing in the wake of devastation. Waiting on the edge of the unknown. Impossibly alone. Cold and lost. Failure is all you've known. No one there to catch you. Remember all the sadness and frustration. Let it go.

Dust in the Wind (Kansas) - Dreams passing. Same old repeating song. A drop of water in an endless sea. Nothing lasts forever. Disappear with the wind.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde)- No turning back from your choices. Even when you sleep they'll find you. Turn your back on mother nature. Everyone wants to rule the world. Your own design, your own remorse. Nothing ever lasts forever. Make the most of freedom. A room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls tumble down. They'll be beside you. So glad you almost made it.

Blood // Water (grandson) - Sacrifices, corrupt systems, the price of greed, poisoned.

Ilomilo (Billie Eilish) - Lying to appease one's worry. Disappearing. Not wanting to be lonely. Can't lose another life. A blurry world, but maybe you're losing sight. Burying friends. If they die, it's not by mistake. Tried not to upset them. Just wanting to protect them, but you'll never get to.

American Dream (Mia Vaile) - Prospect of the rich and famous while others are slowly dying. One less day one less dollar. Where do we go from here? Why don't we all just disappear? Dreams are taller than they should be. Wanting a dream that is now a spoon fed lie.

Bernadette (IAMX) - Two in a playhouse. Memories bring no joy or peace. Alone and all we need. Nowhere to run. Fortunes won by those with power. Tuning out the poison of the world. Family and friends becoming ghosts. Someone being liberty, a key, love and regret and changed history.

Bones (Imagine Dragons) - Living thousands of lives. Never gonna get out alive. Staring at one's reflection. Patience waning. Is this entertaining? Losing control. Magic in your bones. Playing with dynamite. No gray in black and white. Seeing the vultures circling. Burning in flames. Tossing and turning when you sleep. Turning pages of your life inside the mirror of your mind. Walking the same path over and over. Leaving behind those who don't care. Picking up the pieces of yourself.

Cradles (Sub Urban) - Living in your own world of make-believe. Kids screaming profanities. Fire is spreading around the room, but you love it all as you lie to yourself, refusing to see reality and keeping your eyes closed. Tasting content. Hear children sing until the wick burns out. Your body grows skinny... your body no longer feels like your own. Tripping on daydreams. Repeating dirty lullabies. Rotting.

Innocence feat. Aquilo (Madeon) - Focused breathing. Forgiveness. No longer being a victim. Letting go. All that ever was and is, is nearly coming true. All you ever see and hear will all come crashing through. When you see that you're needed, you fall in the hands of innocence.

I Just Wanna Run (The Downtown Fiction) - Wanting to run, wanting to hide. Don't want to get caught or found out. Repeating your words. Sick of losing sleep over someone. Predicting one's move. Knowing someone better than they know themselves. Cheated and abused. Throw it away.

Every Day is Exactly the Same (Nine Inch Nails) - Repeating futures. Dreaming of once having a purpose. Used to have a voice, now you make no sound. No love here, no pain here. Their eyes are watching. You may lose yourself again. You don't remember how it started, but you know how it will end. You're still there, within. A little bit of you bleeding through. You wish things could have been different. But you don't know what else could have been done.

Adventure of a Lifetime (Coldplay) - We are legends. Turn your magic on. Under the pressure and weight, we are diamonds. They make you feel like you're alive again. In a dream that died by day. Holding up half the sky and proclaiming only you own you. One life left, one last adventure. Wanting to share it with them.

Legends Never Die (Against the Current) - The world is screaming your name. Legends never die, they become a part of you. Running into smoke when the fire is fierce. You bleed to reach greatness. Relentless you survive. Written in eternity, but you'll never see the price.

The Catalyst (Linkin Park) - Broken people living under loaded guns. Can't be outdone, outmatched, outrun. Memories in cold decay, transmissions echoing away. Far from the world of you and I, where oceans bleed into the sky. Lift you up and let you go.

New Divide (Linkin Park)- Black skies and lighting in your memory. Time began to blur. Fate had finally found you. Their voice was all you heard. Did you get what you deserved? Wash the memory clean. Distance in their eyes. Fill the hole, connect the space, find the truth, across the new divide. Abandoned memories, no where to hide, ashes falling like snow. The ground caved in between where we were standing. Within regrets, goodbyes, and lies was a mistake too great to hide. They said you got what you deserved. ~~~

[paradiiseblu]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . THE VOICES OF WANDERLUST !

Suho (EXO) as . . . Siwoo !

Yuta (NCT) as . . . Keito !

I.M (Monsta X) as . . . Way !

Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN) as . . . Zen !

Jaemin (NCT) as . . . Mako !

Renjun (NCT) as . . . Liangrui !

Rie (Onlyoneof) as . . . Tommy !

[whirling-fangs]

@fallesto || cont.

HE WANTED TO KNOW THE TRUTH.

Was it his place to tell him what the truth was, was it his place to tell him, what was really going in the land, was it his place to tell this one, the true horror of this land and it was not with people at all, there was something else out there, something that was far worse than any nightmare you have ever had, something that seemed to crawl from the deepest and darkest part of your mind, that there where things within the darkness, terrible and awful things out there and no one at all, not a single living breathing person out there, was ever going to be protected from them, you could not run from them, you could not hide from them, you could not avoid them at all, when they hunted you, it resulted always in your death.

“..”

His eyes remained glazed over for a moment. He had seen it with his eyes, they where never hard to miss. They always came out when the sun had set, always when it was dark. They had a scent, that was one that was covered always in fresh blood and the lives of those they had no single right to take for themselves. They looked humans, some of them more so than others, but to him, he could see the taint, he could see the rot, he could see the darkness within them all, they where all horrid on the inside and they could hide that easily from everyone, except for him.

“Demons .. are real .. and your living .. with one.”

Inosuke was glad he had disobeyed. He was glad to have been so stubborn, to have broken his fake promise with the monster. Or else, he would never have met this strange child.

Never had Inosuke interacted with someone his age before. He had immediately felt a kinship to the other boy, a sense of mutual understanding that he could never get with any of the ladies at the temple, or the old men who assisted the master of the mansion.

He was ready to trust this kid with his life. He would believe anything that came out of the other's mouth.

"I knew it."

Inosuke could put a name on him now. Something stronger, something more accurate that "the monster".

"He's a demon. A demon who kills people... and eats them."

He had heard of the rumors, of course. The demons often inhabited the stories he heard mumbled in the corridors, horrible tales indeed, but they were all fantasy. They were all figments of the ladies' wild imagination. After all, what risk did they take, imagining that the outside world was full of dangerous creatures? They were safe inside the mansion.

Or so they believed.

Inosuke reached for the other's hands and held them tight in his, emerald gaze searching for the boy's eyes.

"Tell me everything you know about them! The demons! Tell me everything I should know too! And tell me how to kill them!"

[auduux]

Now that it's pride month i've gotten back into transformers. The gay robots. They weaken me.

Anyway i have an AI! Red Alert x Human!Inferno au fic that I started a long time ago that i'm picking up again. What's the idea? No clue. Tarn babysits everyone and Smokescreen talks a lot because I confused him with Bluestreak and I refuse to rewrite the chapter I have.

Inferno is being a disaster bi over people who are nice to him and hot women who insult him, can kill him, are mean af to everyone, and will kill him if given the chance. Then he settles for the chihuahua AI after being rejected thrice. But by then Red doesn't trust him anymore so uhh, more slow burn :)

(Over half of these characters are out of character as FUUUUCK and the ships are weird but I like them)

[orbital-inclination]

“What I Never Told You” 

On edge after entering an AU over-saturated with positivity, and unable to leave it, Dream and his brother have an argument. A long overdue argument. Part 1 (you are here), 2.

Notes: Moltendreams!AU. Set some time after the brothers left Dreamtale during a time when they were still unfamiliar with the multiverse. General warnings for: dreamtale typical angst/drama, references to past emotional manipulation and bullying. Wordcount: 2304

“Two paces. The rocks turn into pebbles on your left. It’s slippery.”

Dream nodded, and then because he wasn’t sure if Nightmare saw him or not, made a small noise of acknowledgment. He slid his foot forward, arms outstretched for balance, and gingerly took one step, then another. The stones of the river bank were smooth and round and as loose as a free-roaming egg on a table. He nearly stumbled when the rock underneath his foot dipped forward, but the writhing mass on his back pulled his weight backward and Dream found his footing on the steady wet crunch of gravel.

“How wide is the river?” Dream asked. He angled his skull, slightly canted in the direction of the cold patch of air a few paces in front of him. A dense cold spot usually indicated where his brother stood. Melancholy clung to Nightmare like morning dew. Even on days when his brother felt calm and focused, that heavy feeling was a breath away.  He followed his brother’s line of focus, but could no more sense the river than see it. The river babbled gently, and the pebbles underneath his feet sloshed so he knew he was at the water’s edge. Here the water was slow. Turn his skull in the opposite direction, however, and the playful sound grew louder.  “I don’t think a tree could stretch across it,” Nightmare said after a moment. “We will either have to find a bridge or follow the river until it narrows.” Dream tried to picture a span of water so wide a tree could not bridge the distance. He could not. “Is it deep?” “I can’t see the bottom. Do you remember how far it was, from the top of mother’s hill to the village?” Dream stared into the patch of watercolor darkness, where his brother stood, awed. Was it possible to build a bridge at that scale? “Are you sure you can’t teleport us across it?” Nightmare groaned, exasperated. “Dream, if I couldn’t teleport ten minutes ago, why would I have the ability to now?” “We’re farther away from town,” Dream argued. “With fewer souls nearby, the feeling should be less potent.” But now, Nightmare was exasperated and slightly irritated. “There’s too much positivity. Even here. At this point, I’m starting to think it’s a byproduct of the world itself, over its inhabitants.” This was becoming a problem. It wasn’t as though this world was devoid of negativity. And Nightmare would not have brought them here if the world had felt too dangerous for him. But that quickly changed. His brother was vulnerable without a significant source of negativity nearby. (Never mind mobility issues) So they’d fled into the forest. It didn’t feel safe in town and finding a cure for the curse came second to keeping each other safe.  (Dream would have protected him. Blind or not, he was determined to. But Nightmare felt he shouldn’t have to. And anyway, neither of them felt comfortable around large crowds.) “I can’t but you could. I don’t need to tell you how strong you are right now,” Nightmare said. “If I tell you how far to go and point you in the right direction-“ Dream quickly shook his head. The ambient positivity here was just as much a problem for him as it was for Nightmare. There was nothing he could use as a point of reference because of it. (except for his brother but Dream did not like the idea of traveling so far away from him.) How far was too far? How far was not far enough? All directions felt the same. The idea of teleporting now, without a solid anchor made him feel lightheaded.  “A bridge it is then.” Nightmare said, snidely. Dream felt as though he had lost two arguments instead of one. And maybe he had. Nightmare led him along the shoreline, commenting on obstacles but didn’t offer his opinion on anything remotely interesting until Dream got tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, and said. “Describe where we’re going. We ran down a hill to get away from town but the forest leveled out. The river is louder now. Are we traveling upstream or down?” “Down.” A spike of irritation. “The incline is subtle, but I believe the river is leading us into a valley. I can make out distant hills over the trees. No mountains. The horizon is crowned in green.” “That sounded like a line from one of your poems...” His brother stopped. “… you remember that?” “Of course I do!” It had been a long time since Nightmare had last recited his work, but Dream remembered. Nightmare used to write poetry almost as much as he read books. He stopped sharing them, at some point, years and years ago. He hadn’t heard one of Nightmare’s poems since... “I didn’t know you cared enough to remember.” Dream balked. “Why would you think that?”

Distressingly, Nightmare scoffed. “You were always helping someone from the village. I didn’t see you much.” Dream opened his mouth to protest but found himself clicking his teeth shut. The villagers had kept him busy. He couldn’t deny that. From sunrise to dusk there was always something to be done. An injury to mend. Attention to give. A ceremony to attend. Gradually, it became harder and harder to say no. A pit formed in his chest and Dream shook himself before the dark feeling could take root. He refused to let the feeling take hold. What right did he have to feel unhappy? It wasn’t like he had been mistreated. “I found time,” he insisted. Softly. “You read to me at night, remember? We couldn’t sleep because the wolves were-“ “They howled loudly in late summer. I remember,” Nightmare said bitterly. “You worked late into the evening to help the villagers harvest their crops in time for the autumn equinox. The preparations would last for weeks. I wouldn’t see you until well after sunset.” The tendrils on his back coiled in on themselves, uncomfortable. Nightmare was getting upset. “But it’s always about you, isn’t it?” Dream stilled. He was speechless. “I don’t… I don’t understand.” He didn’t need to see Nightmare’s glare to feel it. “Your idea of spending time together was doing what you wanted to do. When I told you I didn’t feel comfortable with the villagers, you ignored me-“ “That's not true!” “Yes it is!” Nightmare snapped. “The more time you spent with them the more you were convinced you were always right! Especially when I had something to say.” His chest was very tight and cold, suddenly. “That was- it was never about what I wanted! We were told to-” But Nightmare wasn’t listening. He was spiraling. “Enough, Dream. You chose to trust them over me. Accept it. There’s nothing more to it.” Dream felt his jaw lock. He couldn’t speak, his chest was too tight. Everything felt too tight. The ground was spinning and he was drowning. It had never felt like a choice at all. It’d felt inevitable. The river was no longer gurgling playfully, it wailed. Thrashing against the shore and loose stones. The spray was constant.

His brother came to a stop. “We cross here,” he said, mechanically. Calm held in place by a fragile wire. “The river is narrow here. There must have been a storm recently. We can use the fallen trees caught by the current to cross the river. We’ll need to be careful.” The crunch of pebbles underfoot. A splash. Dream didn’t move. “Dream.”

His jaw ached. Dream unclenched his teeth and counted the steps he took. One. Two. Three. Water reached his ankles before he felt close enough to reach for Nightmare’s hand. He was afraid Night’ would be too angry to help him up, but Nightmare grabbed his hand and without hesitation, pulled. The bark underfoot was slick and covered in lichen. Dream felt the growth peel as he carefully shuffled across the log. Nightmare held his hand tightly. “Two paces. I need to let go of your hand to climb over the next log. Use the branches as hand holds. You should feel them easily enough,” he still sounded so monotone. Dream bristled. “I know how to climb a tree.” The river thundered. He almost couldn’t hear the angry snap of his brother’s teeth under it. He dropped Dream’s hand like it was made of hot coal. Turned and climbed over. Dream took two steps forward and reached out to press his hand to the log. He dug his claws in, unhappy and begrudgingly grateful the tree wasn’t alive or magical. He could be as rough as he wanted to be. The negativity rolling off his brother sent the tendrils on his back lashing at nothing. He didn’t know what to do. Once on the other side, his brother grabbed his hand again, but his grip was too tight and resentment stung like needles. He yanked his hand back. “If you hate it so much, you don’t have to come with me.” A different emotion flashed through his brother. It was a sickly festering thing, but it went by so fast, Dream couldn’t hold on to it. “What are you talking about?” Dream hunched his shoulders. The tendrils on his back writhed. Every inch of him felt sickly and awful. “I don’t mind. I can take care of myself. I’m tired of making you miserable.” He heard his brother take a sharp breath. “I can’t-“ “You feel obligated to take care of me. I never asked for your help. And now you’re— and now it’s all my fault?” “I never said that. I never said it was your fault!” “I didn’t reach for the apple first, brother.” He didn’t know why he said it. He knew it was the wrong thing to say, but he couldn’t stop the seething remark from leaving his mouth. Nightmare went deathly still. He grew colder than the darkest night Dream could remember. He grew so cold his magic felt like liquid fire. Something snapped. Nightmare snarled. “I was trying to protect the tree! I was trying to protect Nim’s resting place! You weren’t there. The villagers were always kind to you. You don’t know what they were like!” Dream couldn’t take it anymore. “I can feel your resentment, Nightmare. Sometimes you look at me with so much vitriol I feel nauseous! I was there every day you felt so miserable you couldn’t get up! I was there but you didn’t tell me anything, you never told me what was wrong!” “I was scared, Dream! They were going to take the apples no matter what I did. You left me alone to defend the tree by myself. You left me alone with people who hated me constantly! Why would I trust you with anything?” Dream recoiled. An invisible force squeezed his chest and the memory alone gave his brother so much pain. “Night’...” The log underneath them creaked. It pitched down, sharply, and the raging river spat high to drag him into the rapids. Nightmare yelled. He grabbed his arm and they scrambled over up-turned tumbling logs. They weren’t fast enough. Dream’s knee knocked against something hard. The log underneath his feet bobbed vertically and he went down. Fast. He sank like a stone to the bottom of the river, but the river was not still and he was sent tumbling into the rock and debris. He reached out, desperately burrowing his claws into any surface that would give, but the goop that coated his body was like syrup. The wraith of the river peeled layer after endless layer but everything he touched was as slippery as oil and he couldn’t hold on. His back hit something with a hard crack. White hot pain shot down his spine in a brief moment of agony. On instinct alone, he twisted around and heaved himself up over the boulder. He was met with cold, lashing air. “Dream!” Dream heard his brother through the roar of the tide, but he sounded far away. His skull was ringing, water poured from his mouth when he tried to yell and he choked. “-n-night’! Where are you!” “Don’t swim against the current! You’re facing the bank, go towards it! Hold on, Dream! I’m coming!” Struggling against the pull of the current, Dream dragged himself around the boulder, and vaulted for the shore he couldn't see or hear. If Nightmare said it was there, then it must be. The current rocked and rolled his body. It was a struggle to keep moving in one direction. Bones naturally sank and the goop was hardly buoyant. He struggled and kicked off from the riverbed until he felt pebbles under his knees and grit between his phalanges. Silt-covered pebbles gave way to mud. He crawled up the bank as far as he could before his strength gave out. An unpleasant force churned sour in his mouth. Dream choked and lurched forward heaving and gasping, on his hands and knees, until he wasn’t spitting up sand and gravel and wasted magic. His arms buckled underneath him. A whimper rattled his bones. The magic that coated his body had taken the brunt of the river and nothing felt broken because of it, but everything ached. He was so tired. “Dream! Don’t give up! Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep! The bridge is completely gone. I need to find another way to cross the river. I’ll be back, I promise! Don’t move!” “Don’t go,” Dream tried to say, but his voice came as a rasp and was drowned out by the river. If Nightmare said anything in reply. He didn’t hear it. His brother’s presence was already gone.

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

In the gentle light as the morning nears (you don't say a single word of your last two years) 

Some Stucky horse whisperer vibes for my darling T @otp-holic — remember when I promised you a most likely ugly drawing of a horse for finishing your gigantic Shelter AU? Well, I thought this might do instead. 🐴💕

Steve Rogers leads a peaceful life in rural Montana, homeschooling his daughter Mackenzie and tending to their horses. That is, until a riding accident upends their lives, leaving Steve with a traumatized and heartbroken eight-year-old and a fidgety American Paint, Sunflower. 

Enter Bucky Barnes, a renowned horse whisperer all the way up from the mountains; young but somehow wise beyond his years, with an air of melancholy gentleness about him. 

True to his reputation, Bucky’s way with horses is nothing short of magical, and over the coming weeks he works tirelessly with Sunflower, slowly but steadily earning his trust. What’s more, as Bucky’s soft voice and softer hands coax the horse into lowering his guard, it eventually seems to draw Mackenzie out of her shell, too.  

Steve tries his best to ignore the way his chest tightens at realizing Bucky isn’t just great with horses and kids — he’s great with Steve’s kid. 

Still, as weeks become months, the trees starting to turn and September washing the hills in slow, honeyed light, Steve finds something long-forgotten stirring in his marrow under these wide, western skies.

[emotionaldashtoons]

Here's my poster of my official version of my version for my DisneyElseWorld's Pixar's...

INSIDE OUT 2!

I saw the new Inside Out 2 trailer, and they made Anxiety, Ennui, Embarrassment, and Envy bad by betraying the old emotions. Lots of crazy stuff is about to happen! We don't know what's going on, lots of details are there too. But what would the ElseWorld version be like?

SO!

For my idea. I have 6 new emotions, the OC emotions like, Courage, Surprise, Pride, Trust, Shame, and Frustration.

MAIN VILLAIN

I am using on of my oc villains, Spite, to be the main villain of the AU second movie.

OTHER CHARACTERS

Characters like Nia, the assistant of Ego, she runs the business with him but she tries to avoid him to help others. Bud, Courage's blood cell buddy, he doesn't speak but he's sweet, nervous, cute and got some attitude. And Brain, the big boss of Riley's mind, and the emotions need his help to stop Ego.

What New Places Would the Emotions Go To?

In this AU, far from HQ and Long Term Memory, instead of the back of the mind being empty, there is a huge mind-filled city called Mindtopia, aka, The City of Riley, where everything in the mind has everybody for Riley's Inner Workings in her mind. That also includes Headquarters. And guess what, they're not the only company, there's also banks, council buildings, restaurants, malls, houses, apartments, and everything for Mind Workers after they work at Long Term Memory. And The Mind Councilman, Chairman, is the Mind Prime Minister.

Returning Cast like...

Amy Poehler as Joy, Bill Hader as Fear (YES! I'm bringing Bill Hader back! He's so much funnier then I expected), Lewis Black as Anger, Phyllis Smith as Sadness, Kensington Tallman as Riley, Diane Lane as Mrs. Andersen, and Kyle MacLachlan as Mr. Andersen.

Recast Alert!

I actually like Liza Lapira playing Disgust. After what Mindy Kaling did in Velma, it wasn't enough for me. Because the show and her are piles of shit to me.

With All-Star Cast like...

Jake Johnson (the Spider-Verse films) as the new outside leader emotion known as Courage, Sam Richardson (Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken) as Surprise, Kate McKinnon (Ferdinand & Saturday Night Live) as Frustration,

Andrew Rannells (Trolls 3) as Trust, Randall Park (Paw Patrol: The Movie) as Pride, Eric Stonestreet (Modern Family and The Secret Life of Pets films) as Melancholy, Paula Pell (Saturday Night Live and The Cat In The Hat) as Aunt Feely & Mrs. Andersen's Anger, Henry Winkler (Barry, Monsters At Work) as the mind algorithm/brainiac boss of the mind known as Brain, Nathan Fillion (Monsters University & Cars 3) as the villainous and hilarious, but very evily whiny, yet hateful, Spite,

Zooey Deschanel (Surf's Up and Trolls) as Ego's sarcastic female assistant, Nia, Lucas Neff (Raising Home and Monsters At Work) as Yes Man, Will Forte (the Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs films) as Mind Gate Guard Jimmy, Peter Sohn (Ratatouille, Lightyear, and Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse) as the emotions new best blood cell companion buddy named Bud, Stephen Root (Barry, and King of the Hill) as Mind

Natasha Rothwell (the Sonic films) as Riley's middle school P.E. coach, Mrs. Hutch, Thomas Barbusca (Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life) as Jordan, Haley Tju (Amphibia) as Kelli, Beanie Feldstein (Neighbors 2) as Riley's bully, Frances, and Josh Peck (Drake & Josh and Drillbit Taylor) as Frances' friend, Nate.

CREW

Written & Directed by Josh Cooley

Co-Directed by Bob Peterson and Ronnie Del Carmen

Produced by Mark Neilsen, p.g.a.

Executive Produced by Pete Docter, Andrew Stanton, and Jonas Rivera

Story by Josh Cooley and Pete Docter

Edited by Kevin Nolting

Cinematography by Patrick Lin and Kim White

Production Designer Craig Foster

Story Supervisor Peter Sohn

Additional Dialouge by Dan Scanlon, Bill Hader, and Amy Poehler

Visual Effects Supervisor Bob Pauley

Supervising Animators Jerome Ranft

Music by Michael Giacchino

Score Cordinator Andrea Datzman

Casting by Kevin Reher & Natalie Lyon

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i was listening to on melancholy hill non stop while writing devil town and like man. it's so reed900 coded especially in my au

i feel so bad for making them suffer but like... man it's for the plot relax pls