#the sooner you know that you are dreaming

[yellowrabbitfurry]

Yayayaay I’m finally done!! Thank you guys for being so supportive, and giving me the motivation to actually finish something!!

So without further ado, my first fanfic on tumblr!

*How the polycule might’ve started* —————————————————————————

Nightmare tossed around in his bed, groaning and growling. He hadn’t been feeling himself that day, so he had stayed in bed. 

But he was restless. 

Nothing was comfortable, and he could barely even think. 

He didn’t know what was wrong with him; this had never happened before. 

Not this intensely.. not this bothersome. 

Though, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

He had pushed down his instincts for so long, and now it was coming back to bite him. 

The only person he could think of that would be able to help was Dream- the only other person he knew who had such instincts as his own.

His brother.. for just a second, Nightmare considered going to him for help. 

But no. 

He wouldn’t stoop so low as to go to him. 

He was a strong, powerful king of negativity- he was practically a god! 

He’d just deal with this on his own.

He laid restless for quite a while, before giving up completely on “toughing it out”. 

He couldn’t stay like that any longer. 

There was only one person who knew what was wrong, and that was himself, right? 

He just had to let his instincts take over.

He laid there for another moment, trying to let himself give up control. It was hard; he liked control. 

But he’d rather be a backseat driver than deal with the unbearable discomfort in his bones.

He just needed to give into to his urges- he’d suppressed them for so long, he’d forgotten what they even were. 

No sooner than he let his natural instincts back back into his mind, he felt the need to get up and make a nest. 

He’d had the urge before, and he had plenty of bedding to use as materials too. 

But he’d never actually done it. 

It always seemed childish to him, especially when he already had such a big and lavish bed. 

But he wasn’t going to question himself, not now. 

He was just going to do. 

So, he got right up and began the destruction of his bed. 

He ripped off every single blanket and pillow, throwing them to the floor in one big pile- afterwards starting off to his closet on a mission to gather more. 

He had an abundance of blankets and pillows in there as well, considering how frequently he needed to change his bedding in the summer. 

He dragged them all out and almost started construction on top of the bed, before deciding that it was just too tall, and his room was far too open. 

So back to the closet he went. It wasn’t a huge walk-in closet by any means, but it was still rather sizable. 

The perfect size for a makeshift den.. that perfect place to build his nest. 

He constructed the pillows in a large nest shape, before covering them with blankets and bulking it out. He packed them in, rolled them up, tucked them around the pillows. 

And then he threw one or two over the nest for good measure- to cover up with. 

After he was done, he practically collapsed into the nest of bedding, curling up and getting comfortable. 

In the dark of his closet, and the coziness of the nest, he was definitely much more comfortable. He thought maybe he could finally sleep…

But no. 

Something was still wrong, and the king was still without rest. 

The nest felt empty.. far too empty to sleep in. 

He needed something to fill it with. 

And so, going with the theme of the day, he didn’t stop to think about it. 

He just got up from the nest and left his room, going off to wander the halls of the mansion in search of what he needed. 

He stalked the halls for a short while, before halting his tracks as he heard the faint sound of voices. 

It came from the kitchen- but he was sure the boys were out right now. Who was here? 

Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He made his way to the kitchen, silent as a shadow as he peered into the room. It was Cross and Error, who were supposed to be on a grocery run. 

Maybe they’d gotten back early? Maybe he’d just been in his room for that long? It didn’t matter all too much, Nightmare decided. 

As he gazed in their direction, watching them chat and snack on their chocolate, something clicked in the king’s mind. 

This was what he needed, cuddle buddies. 

That’s why his nest felt so empty. 

And they were only talking, too- he was sure they wouldn’t mind a change in location. 

He crept closer, the two smaller skeletons oblivious to his approach as he made his way. 

He remained completely unnoticed, until he was right behind Cross, one hand rested on his shoulder. 

The poor knight jumped in surprise, causing Error to jump as well. 

There was a quiet, tense moment where the two just looked up at Nightmare. 

They looked anxious, and Nightmare knew they both thought they were in trouble. 

He didn’t like that, despite his usual love of others negative emotions. He didn’t want them to be nervous- he didn’t know why. 

After a while of standing there, Cross spoke up in a small voice. 

He was so quiet, Nightmare would’ve thought he went back to when the knight first got here. 

He was so shy back then..

“B- boss..? Is everything alright..? I- I thought you were sleeping-..” he stuttered, but was quickly silenced as the king grabbed him up by his armpits, and pulled him close to his body. 

He had one hand on Cross’ ass, and one on his back as he held him like one would a small child. 

The poor knight just stuttered and blushed, unable to process what was happening. 

Error also looked surprised, but before he could question Nightmare’s actions he was grabbed up by a tentacle and pulled close as well. 

He was place over the goopy king’s shoulder, held gently in place by a tentacle. 

And with nothing of importance left in the kitchen, Nightmare started back to his room. 

The two tried to talk to him a few times, but they got no response outside of a hum, or “everything’s fine”. 

On the way they also bumped into Killer, who Nightmare could recall was left home from the mission (to his disappointment) in case Nightmare needed something. 

He stared at the scene before him in confusion, before grinning at the three. 

“Well damn, boss, if you were that needy you coulda come to me~!” he teased, laughing at his own crude sense of humor. 

Nightmare just stared blankly at him for a few moments, before suddenly shooting a tentacle forward and snatching him up as well. 

Killer yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard by Nightmare. 

He got a bit huffy about it, but his questions were also left unanswered, with Cross attempting to soothe his concerns with a soft “just calm down.. boss wouldn’t hurt us..” as Killer was begrudgingly dragged behind them. 

Once they arrived at Nightmare’s room, they were quite surprised to see his bed as bare as it was. 

No pillows, no blankets- just the sheets. 

Of course, the king didn’t give them a chance to question it, and just took them straight to his little “den”. 

He placed them all into the nest, so gentle with them you’d assume they were made of glass. 

He liked the look of them three in there, a mixture of fondness and amusement at the sight of their confused little faces. 

Of course, he was rather annoyed that his little collection wasn’t complete.. but he’d just have to wait til Horror and Dust got back. 

He closed the door halfway to make it darker, before climbing into the nest as well. He curled his body around the three, pulling them to lay against him. 

Cross tried to get up once more, and attempted to question seemingly feral king.

“N- Nightmare..? What.. what are you doing..?” he stuttered, looking quite anxious, “what’s going on..?” He was nervous, and Nightmare couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to scare any of them.. but his brain was so hazy, he couldn’t find a way to comfort them properly. 

So he just pulled Cross back against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

In his mind he might’ve whispered that it was okay, but he wasn’t exactly there enough to tell if he was talking or purring. 

It didn’t matter, though, because soon enough the closet-den was filled with an aura of calm, and the three started to relax. 

It was better not to question the odd things Nightmare did, anyway; they’d already learned that. 

It wasn’t like this was anything harmful either.. why not get comfortable? It was so, so comfortable..

In the end, thanks to Nightmare’s comforting aura and embrace, they all fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later, however, the king awoke. 

Alerted by the feeling of familiar magic entering the mansion, he knew that the last two boys must finally be home.

He crept out of the nest, careful not to wake the others as he slunk around the castle in search of Dust and Horror. 

It didn’t take long, given how easy it was to sense their magic after a mission.

Heightened soul rate, adrenaline, excitement.. they must’ve had a good time.

He slunk into living room, finding them laughing with each other. These two had always been pretty close.. 

Nightmare found it quite sweet to watch.

They were talking about the mission, making fun of the Star Sanses- from what Nightmare could gather, the enemy had arrived far too late to stop the mission.

It didn’t matter too much to him at the moment.

“So do you wanna give the report?” He could hear Dust ask, “or should I do it?”

The reply was a soft, “I dunno.. we could probably.. just do it together.”

“But shouldn’t you start dinner?”

Horror just shrugged, chuckling to himself, “it can.. probably wait. If they were so hungry.. everyone would be bothering me by now..!”

Dust just laughed with him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Nightmare almost felt bad for cutting their conversation short. Really, they always seemed to enjoy talking to each other. 

But he felt like he would explode if he didn’t bring them to his nest.. they’d just have to resume their conversation another time.

He finally made himself known, purposely approaching loud enough for them to hear.

They jumped slightly, having not been aware of him before then. 

But they were quite used to Nightmare doing such things by now.

“Oh, boss,” Dust smiled at him, “we were just about to come find you.”

Nightmare didn’t really understand why Dust was smiling. Maybe he was happy they didn’t have to actually look for the king, maybe he was happy Nightmare finally got out of bed? 

But he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. 

Dust was smiling at him, and he wished to keep it that way.

They both started on their little report, Nightmare drinking in their cheerful voices and soft laughter. 

It was the only positivity he would tolerate, from his boys..

However happy they were giving the report, though, he had to cut it short.

He would much rather this not take too long.

He walked closer as they spoke on about their mission, purring at their delicious laughter.

They didn’t seem to notice until he got a bit closer than he usually would’ve, confused by his behavior. 

“Uhh.. boss?” Dust questioned, before being cut off by Nightmare scooping him up into his arms.

He gave a startled squeak, but didn’t squirm or complain like Cross or Killer. He just.. didn’t care.

The king grabbed Horror too, holding him gently in his tentacles as he carried them both back to his nest.

Dust tried to question him at least once more, but Nightmare already had such a calming aura in the moment that they didn’t feel the need to question.

Once back at the “den”, Nightmare happily placed the last two nest, purring at how wonderful they all looked together.

The two snickered slightly at the sight of what they were seeing, and Dust immediately got comfortable in the nest, prompting Horror to follow.

“So this is why nobody bothered us when we got back, huh?”

Nightmare thought he might’ve answered, but really his only reply was a soft growl as he clambered into the nest after them.

He curled up in the middle of them all, wanting them all against his body. He held them close with his tentacles, making a small exception for Cross, whom he cradled in his arms.

The first three might’ve stirred a bit, but they were quickly lulled back to sleep by Nightmare’s loud purring. 

Dust and Horror were quick to join them.

Nightmare loved this; he couldn’t help but love this. 

He’d never had them all so close before, and it was like heaven. It was soft, it was comfortable.. it was home.

He didn’t think he was letting anyone sleep in their own beds for a little while.

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Thank you for reading!! Though I am only writing for fun, I am willing to take a bit of criticism as long as you’re nice about it! So please, if I’ve made any grammatical errors, or a sentence doesn’t make sense, feel free to tell me! Any hate will be ignored, and the commenter will be blocked.

[akutasoda]

"i think i was born wanting more, i think i was born missing you"

--he always brushed you off, pushing you further and further to keep you out of the way. yet when he sees you with someone else, he lets the bitter jealousy get the best of him - and for the first time, he thinks with his heart, not his brain. but it's too late.

--warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, angst no comfort, one-sided(?) pining, maybe ooc? wc - 1.6k

--a/n: rghhh ratio. i have no clue how to write for this man.

the intelligentsia guild. a branch of the IPC that focused on it's praised academics.

distinguished scholars worked alongside the up and comings, building their reputations to start a proper career in their respective fields. it was no surprise that the guild was full of all kinds of people from every different walk of life imaginable. ratio was one of such.

although a key difference between him and the rest of his colleagues was that this was his second choice. the doctor always dreamed of being acknowledged by nous - to feel their piercing gaze and know that in their view, he was worthy of their recognition. he wanted to be a member of ths genius society, the only way was to has that recognition, a one way ticket into the society.

but he wasn't selfish. ratio believed that everyone deserved knowledge, he spread his word through his lectures and publications - ensuring that others had the capacity to be something other than half-witted. he was prideful in his knowledge, but not to the extent to be considered arrogant. not enough to be recognised - some may disagree but even ratio couldn't help but be slightly arrogant or impatient around those that couldn't comprehend him.

he wasn't a scholar that worked for petty pride, and so nous wouldn't even spare him one glance. blocked from joining the genius society, ratio turned to the next best thing. the intelligentsia guild. an organisation that's entry requirement wasn't the acknowledgement of an aeon. accepting the second best was a constant reminder to him, everyday when he arrived at the guild, he would be reminded of his failure.

it would have to do however. his goals didn't align with that of the aeon he desperately craved the attention of, sooner or later ratio would have to come to terms with this.

but is holding on easier than letting go?

---✩

you and veritas were colleagues.

he was your first ever research partner at the guild - you don't think the looks of pity on your other colleagues faces when it was announced that you and ratio would be working together. surely this “dr ratio” wasn't that bad?

well in some way you'd been right. ratio clearly lived up to his prestigious reputation but very quickly you learnt just why most people preferred to not work with him. he didn't exactly want to work with anyone there anyway, but the guild's main leaders were fed up with him refusing.

to his credit, ratio was incredibly credible and pulled his weight with the research. it was less surprising that the project was practically completed in no time than the fact that you and ratio were compatible research partners.

they still felt pity toward you, the likelihood being that you were now the fallback for ratio's research partner - a fate that they wouldn't wish upon you.

the only issue with ratio was that he could be rather stuck in his ways. most often he believed that he was the correct one, even if you reached the same conclusion but through your own credited means, he would strongly insist that his way was superior.

sure there were other minor things that could make the scholar rather unbearable to work with but he always made results. that you could respect, but you did have to question if he could do so while still retaining a shred of decency to his colleagues - especially you as his main research partner.

gradually, over time spent mainly as his research partner, you became “close” with ratio. compared to hw he treated other colleagues, you looked like his closest friend. but to him, that couldn't be further from the truth.

in your eyes, he was something slightly closer than a simple colleague. the amount of time you spent with him seemed to justify such an assumption. however, ratio wasn't as chummy. he saw you as a simple colleague, albeit more intelligent than the rest of them, but a colleague nonetheless - a favorite at a stretch.

although it couldn't go unnoticed to both the two of you and other intelligentsia guild members, that you both started naturally drifting toward one another. noticeably more you than him, but curiously he never pushed you away.

mainly it was you talking to him while he worked or focused on whatever else captured his. at first you never minded, instead finding his company somewhat peaceful. but his lack of actual engagement made you feel slightly insecure about always hanging around him.

ratio barely acknowledged you when you were around. eventually you started figuring that he didn't want you around, that you were only inconveniencing him but he was too polite to tell you that directly. his blunt words and seeming lack of genuine interest convinced you so - and not so long after, you stopped talking to him, returning back to a strictly research partner relationship.

it didn't take him long to realize the distance you quickly put between the two of you. ratio wanted to know why. he didn't understand why you suddenly became so absent. but he wouldn't ask. his natural pride wouldn't let him, he was sure enough that it was temporary - perhaps you had become busy and had no spare time, even if it wasn't he was sure you'd come back to him eventually.

the doctor couldn't comprehend the fact that he “cared” for you. that all that time spent as research partners had led to him developing somewhat of a bond with you - it'd never happened before, so why now? and why of all people, was it you?

a newfound realization occurred to him. your distance gave him time to think, time to realize just how much you affected him. and he didn't like it.

to ratio, he didn't understand why he felt that way around you. you shouldn't have been any more than a colleague and yet you were becoming more to him. that was a weaknesses. he despised the fact that his brain was betraying him. forcing him to think of you and it made him stop. why did you make him feel this way?

naturally, because of the new distance between the two of you, you grew apart. becoming more like colleagues again rather than close acquaintances. at first, ratio thought it was for the best. you were meant to be a colleague, nothing more.

so why was he longing for your presence?

why did he perk up when he saw you walking toward him just to feel deflated and jealous when you walked straight past him to someone else?

ratio found himself always looking for you in a crowd, just to snap himself out of it when he realized what he was doing. what was wrong with him? the doctor cursed his brain for thinking about you constantly - this wasn't like him, he needed to snap out of it.

but he couldn't. day in and day out, the smallest convenience brought his thoughts back to you and he abhorred it. maybe he should've fought more to stop being assigned a research partner, if he did, you wouldn't be a problem for him.

ratio carried on living in his state of denial, still completely confident that you would return to him at some point and everything would go back to normal. however, the longer he waited the more you practically infected his thoughts.

but he wasn't willing to come to terms with his feelings. it was a useless endeavor to try and comprehend such simple chemical signals in the brain, nothing more. they would go away eventually. ratio just needed to grasp ahold of his brain again. these feelings were only fleeting.

afterall, ratio didn't love you. he didn't even see you as anything more than a colleague. but why did he wish he could?

---✩

ratio paced past a group of guild members but slowed when he picked out your name among their hushed whispers and giggles. one member caught how the doctor slowed and smiled at him.

“i didn't peg you for a gossip enjoyer dr.ratio” his colleague almost giggled

ratio sighed and shook his head, ready to pick up his pace again and leave - why should he care about what your up to anyway. or that was his plan until another member of the gossip group urged him to listen which, he did, his curiosity getting the better of him.

they explained how only moments ago one of your colleagues confessed their love to you - to which you claimed to reciprocate. ratio didn't bother hearing the rest, instead opting to hurry over to the location of the confession with more urgency than ever.

he got there just in time to see you two together.

bitter jealousy bubbled to the front of his mind. it was an ugly emotion that only served to taunt his mistake. it made him ball his fist, nails digging into his palms and a twinge of disgust graced his features. ratio caught himself however, dropping his fists, shoulders slumping and letting his features twist into a sorrowful pain.

he stared almost slack jawed as you walked further away, hand in hand with someone that wasn't him.

and for the first time, ratio felt stupid.

rest of the "series"

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SONGS ON MY PLAYLIST *  assorted lines from random songs, adjust as necessary

i can't forget this evening, or your face as you were leaving.

you always smile, but in your eyes your sorrow shows.

the sun is going down. it's getting dark.

you look bewildered.

i can't give anymore.

you know i want to do it again.

better things will come our way.

you were always there for me.

i know it's not mine, but i'll see if i can use it.

i see the light in your window.

you know i tried, and i'm sorry.

kiss me if you mean all the things that you say.

one night can make a difference.

please don't leave me hanging.

it's just heartbreaking.

i've got such a long way to go.

i don't want to do your dirty work.

i want you to know that i'm happy for you.

i should have known that it would let me down.

i used to dream about this town.

it's such a shame about it.

there's always magic in the air.

they're dead wrong. i know they are.

nobody's supposed to be here.

tell me what's wrong.

put your arms around me, baby.

show me where you've been.

it may sound funny, but i've come to get my money back.

i know you like what you see.

there is no way you can deny it.

you were always sure of yourself.

who's to blame?

i've had enough of walking from place to place.

you're not what we're looking for.

honestly, i'm not trying to be anybody but me.

can i see you later?

i kinda hope we get stuck.

do you think anybody's actually gonna dance to this?

the answers you seek will never be found at home.

i don't want to leave the comfort of this place.

let's make our escape.

i feel like i'm alive for the very first time.

it's been a while.

i'm not sure why i called.

i was thinking maybe later on we could get together for a while.

it's been such a long time and i really do miss your smile.

it really doesn't matter much to me.

i won't ask for promises, so you don't have to lie.

watch out. you might get what you're after.

we're in for nasty weather.

here's your ticket.

you might need a raincoat.

you can go. sleep at home tonight.

who are you?

i really want to know.

god, there's got to be another way.

it's the one good thing that i've got.

i would really, really love to stick around.

i think there's something you should know.

you made a lot of mistakes.

hey, it happens to us all.

you can do what you think is impossible.

don't close your eyes.

i want your love.

don't look back.

it's only been a week or two.

sooner or later, you'll come rolling back to me.

it gets so lonely here inside my head.

what's wrong with right here on the counter?

i had to stop for the night.

please bring me my wine.

last thing i remember, i was running for the door.

you can check out any time you like but you can never leave.

i'm just in awe of what's in front of me.

i'm sipping wine in a robe.

i look too good to be alone.

every word that i say is coming straight from the heart.

[clariannahoney]

Chan's Forbidden Touch Part 2

Chan awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the tent's thin fabric. His best friend, now his lover, lay next to him, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her, the memories of the night before flooding back in vivid detail. The way her body had responded to his touch, the sounds she had made, the heat between them—it had been everything he had dreamed of and more.

He reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against her arm. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice rough with sleep.

She smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing pink. "Good morning," she replied softly. There was a moment of awkward silence as they both realized the weight of what had happened between them. But then, she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It was tentative, almost questioning, but it sent a jolt of desire through him all the same.

"I didn't know if you would want this," she murmured against his mouth. "If you regret it."

Chan shook his head, cupping her face in his hands. "No regrets," he said firmly. "Only wish we had done this sooner."

Her eyes softened, and she kissed him again, this time more confidently. Chan groaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively moving to her waist. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The scent of their mingled sweat and arousal filled his nostrils, making his pulse quicken.

As the kiss deepened, Chan's hands began to explore her body with a new sense of urgency. He traced the curve of her hips, dipping lower to run his fingers along the edge of her panties. She moaned against his mouth, pressing herself against his hand.

"Chan…" she breathed, her voice shaky with desire.

"Shh," he whispered, kissing her neck. "Let me take care of you."

With that, he slipped his hand inside her panties, his fingers sliding easily into her wetness. She gasped, arching her back as he began to stroke her with slow, deliberate movements. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, and he could feel her growing hotter, wetter with every passing second.

"Oh god, Chan…" she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

Chan continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit in a steady rhythm. He watched her face intently, loving how her expressions changed with each movement. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she struggled to breathe.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, wanting to see her reactions.

She obeyed, her eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze made her shiver, and she clung to him tighter. Chan increased the speed of his fingers, reveling in the way her body tightened around them. He could feel her approaching orgasm, the tension coiling inside her like a spring ready to snap.

"Come for me," he urged, bending down to nip at her earlobe. "Just like that."

Her response was immediate. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she cried out, her body shuddering violently. Chan held her close, continuing to stroke her until the tremors subsided. When she finally relaxed against him, he pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth to taste her essence. The flavor was intoxicating, mingling with the lingering taste of their earlier kisses.

"You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I can't get enough of you."

She smiled, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. "Neither can I."

They lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. But soon, the reality of their situation began to sink in. They were on a camping trip with friends, and they needed to be careful not to arouse suspicion.

Chan reluctantly pulled away, reaching for his shorts. "We should probably get dressed," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Before someone comes looking for us."

She nodded, sitting up and retrieving her clothes. As they dressed, there were lingering touches and stolen glances, each one a silent promise of what was to come later. By the time they emerged from the tent, they had managed to compose themselves enough to avoid raising any alarms.

But as they sat by the campfire, side by side, the tension between them was palpable. Every brush of Chan's arm against hers, every glance he stole in her direction, sent shivers down her spine. And when he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, she knew there was no turning back.

"Meet me behind the trees," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "I need you."

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Howling Moon (werewolf!bucky)

Summary: you find out Bucky's a werewolf.

WC:920ish

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, werewolf!bucky

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The forest was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls, the moon casting a silvery glow that turned the world into a dreamscape. You always loved the woods, but tonight felt different—charged with an energy you couldn't quite place.

As you walked deeper, your thoughts drifted to him. Bucky Barnes. The quiet guy from town, whose brooding demeanor held secrets you yearned to uncover. Rumors swirled about him, whispers of something otherworldly. Yet, the mystery only drew you closer.

Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the trees, making you pause. You felt a rush of adrenaline, but it was swiftly replaced by a comforting presence. There was Bucky, emerging from the shadows, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“Hey,” you said, heart racing. “What are you doing out here?”

He stepped closer, the tension palpable. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I needed to think,” you replied, searching his gaze for answers. “I’ve been hearing... stories. There’s wolves around these parts, or so I’ve heard. Been wondering what they look like, how they attack their prey. Or if they even exist in these lands.”

“It’s not safe for you to be out here by yourself,” he titled his head to the left as he looked at you. “I think you should go back to the village.”

You thought it strange how he ignored your statement. “Bucky, why are you-” you cut off as a howl echoed through the woods surrounding you. Just as you turned around to gaze into the thicket of trees, you felt a searing pain in your shoulder as sharp canines sank into your skin.

The next morning, you were laid up in your own bed at home, covered under your duvet, warm from the night. You’d laid there for a moment, thinking about the night previous, yet, you could hardly remember much. Didn’t i meet with someone? 

Just then, you heard a knock on your doorframe and glanced up, seeing your best friend,  Bucky, leaning against he doorframe, looking absolutely exhausted. His hair unkempt, his exposed arms covered in bruises. What the hell happened? 

“How’d you sleep?” he asked, unnaturally nervous, eyeing you with caution and concern. “You were out cold when I found you out in the forest.”

“Bucky, i had the strangest dream,” you whispered, sitting up against your headboard and beckoning him inside the room.

He tensed for a moment before walking over to you, his body stiff as you reached out to him, tracing your fingers along the random scratches and bruises he’d acquired the night before. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, though his focus didn’t seem to be on you.

“Do you think werewolves exist in the forest?” you asked quietly, as though speaking louder would attract unwanted wolves to barge into your small cottage.

“Anything’s possible, sweetheart,” he frowned. You didn’t miss the worried looks he threw at you as his eyes finally grazed down your body. He knew what he’d done last night. And he damn sure knew you would shout to the villagers of his disease.

“I had a dream - you were there- and-” you coughed out for a moment, grabbing at your midriff as pain shot up from one of the many injuries you had splattered across your body. “- and then everything went black and I woke up.”

“I-” he started, afraid to admit anything to you, afraid that you would hate him for hurting you.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” you whispered, acknowledging his behavior. “One of those monsters that keep attacking the villagers every month? Bucky, how? How could i have been so foolish as to not figure this out sooner?”

He flinched as though you had gone to strike him in the face.

“Bucky, tell me.”

“You already know the truth,” he whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat as he pulled away from your touch, standing in the far corner of the room. “I wanted you time and time again not to frolic through the woods late at night. I warned you of the dangers of it.”

“I’m not going to run and tell the town crier, if that’s what you think of me, Bucky,” you frowned. The way he kept flinching as you spoke broke your heart.

"I just need you to be okay," you patted the empty space he'd just vacated. "Come here."

"You were never supposed to know."

Your heart ached for him, the weight of his past hanging heavy in the air as he returned back to the bed. “You’re not a monster, Bucky. You’re still you.”

His eyes met yours, searching, as if he was trying to determine whether you could handle the truth. “What if I can’t control it? What if I hurt someone else? What if I kill you?”

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to be alone in this.”

He let out a shaky breath, tension easing just a fraction. “You’re brave, you know that?”

“Maybe just stubborn,” you replied with a small smile, hoping to lighten the moment. “Or maybe I just see the real you.”

"I don't deserve your forgiveness," he said, eyes surveying the damage he'd done to you. He let out a soft whimper as he finally assessed the damage he caused, partially large bruise across your shoulder into your collarbone.

Without saying anything else, you removed the duvet from your body and leaned forward, pulling him in for a deep hug. "I will always care about you, Bucky."

-

tags!

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[matrixbearer2024]

Based on poll, here's some stuff about Athena + sketchies of her that I will eventually finish digitally. I totally didn't stay up until 4 am to finish these doodles-

Audaces fortuna juvat

- Athena "F" Pines

Named after the Greek goddess of wisdom and war 'Athena' and the english scientist 'Michael Faraday', she is the youngest of Ford's triplets and inherited his polydactyly! (She also inherited his felony of a fashion sense but let's gloss over that.)

Compared to her siblings, she normally covers up entirely just by preference and not because she's hiding something(like Max is). No she doesn't die in the summer heat despite turtlenecks and sweaters because she runs cold and would sooner freeze than melt.

Teena's a daddy's girl through and through, to the point that she and Max would fuss on sharing papa Sixer back when they were babies. Thank goodness Fordsy had two hands!

She's likely the most pragmatic of her siblings but not the most cynical or paranoid. Her most common mood is just tired, since she mostly runs on energy drinks and pastries.

Teena's not really one for candy either so she doesn't even dive for the groceries when somebody brings home jelly beans like the men in her family. When she does indulge though, you can find her eating dark chocolate.

Is practically allergic to color and frankly her closet looks like it was meant for 20s television. Just blacks, whites, greys and some other muted shades. At least she doesn't wear the same thing over and over again compared to her father.

Doesn't denounce dresses but finds them quite impractical and would rather wear cargo pants. Again, pragmatic. She's also quite tomboyish in nature which Mabel finds odd and Dipper thinks is interesting. Her laid back nature reminds Dipdip of Wendy to a different degree but the semblance is so fleeting he just usually shrugs it off when he notices. (Planning to have Teena actually be Aro: Demiromantic, she just doesn't know that there's a label for that yet LOL)

I wouldn't say that she is the closest to Ford however, she used to be back when she was a kid- but as an adult it's a different story. With her fractured family and blatantly obvious mutation, by the time she left to pursue a doctorate in Biomedical Engineering at Duke University(North Carolina) she was already slightly harboring a sense of disdain for her mutation and anything odd.

The teasing and taunting only got worse in university as well, she wanted to become a medical doctor to practice orthopedics but made a promise with her siblings that they'd only pursue their dreams once they've gotten their dad back- hence the engineering bit and why she didn't even go through to med proper. She did figure out she had a passion for tinkering and robotics though.

Her peers were not kind, people were absolutely more accepting compared to Ford's time but she was still branded as weird or odd and the disdain for her uniqueness grew. She put everything off for as long as she could, only returning to Gravity Falls in 2010 after her siblings started calling and looking for her. At that point, Teena figured she couldn't just stay away forever so she bit the bullet and returned to gravity falls despite her hesitation. She was the last push they needed to completely fix the portal; problem being that they didn't have an iota of how the hell they would turn it on.

So yeah, that's why Dipper and Mabel are still pivotal in helping them all make amends as it stands(also finding the journals-). Haven't completely explained why for the other two yet, but that'll be in a separate post. Anyhow, enjoy and don't forget that my inbox is always open to asks or requests for fics or even about these guys!

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.

[anti-fairy-world]

In light of more people bringing up 'Timmy being a fairy' aus, may we interest you in a long held 'Timmy's Anti-Fairy counterpart should be Gary' headcanon

(text under the readmore)

Upper Left, arrow pointed at suspiciously bottle shaped ray gun: Hand-me-down while Gary learns to control his magic

Upper Right, arrow pointed at Gary: Despite having been 'born' older, Poof/Irep still considers Gary to be his 'little brother'

Bottom Right, arrow pointed at Gary: Handful

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

did i just go on my first ever date?? who knows

[samuraisharkie]

due to Life Shit I kind of stopped drawing much about a year or two after I graduated high school bc I just kind of didn’t have the time or mental/emotional/physical capacity to fit it in, despite art being something I really want to be a part of my career. It kind of makes me sick to realize how much muscle memory I lost just from that time (I had only about a year and a half total of absolutely no art but that was enough. doesn’t help that during that time I seriously injured my hands) considering I’ve been drawing my entire life. I really wish things had not gone that way and that I could have kept going, but expectations were on me to do something else and any time I sat down to draw was treated as wasting time. There’s also something weird about recovering from severe trauma that kind of adjusts how you engage with a hobby you used as a coping mechanism, which Art very much was. I almost never drew vent art, but I used it to focus on something and make myself happy and proud of work I actually could do, and once I was out of the environments that funneled me into drawing (being forced to go to church, school, anything involving sitting down for a long period of time) I found less time to actually have an excuse. Someone bought me a single college course of art classes right out of high school, and I think that was where I COULD have had the opportunity to really get started if I had actually had the money to continue and the college hadn’t been so far away. After that course ended I didn’t have that excuse anymore. I used to draw in DeviantArt and Discord art groups, but those began to fall apart and soon I didn’t have that option either. After that I doodled but didn’t really create Full Pieces unless some friend asked it of me, and it was never a commission bc I’d never trained myself to get that sort of shit done without taking too long, so I’d always do it for free. So even that wasn’t a big motivator eventually. Now that I’m struggling for work after becoming more physically disabled after COVID, all that time I could have spent honing my art skills so I could do SOMETHING with my art really is weighting down on me. I have the option to do freelance work, illustrations, pet commissions, even things like cards and cookies. I’ve seen these avenues open up for me gradually, but I’ve lost the skills I built up that I need to actually make something I’m proud of. I’ve taken to tracing old art to try and remember my thought process and my “style”… but my memory was bad BEFORE the covid, and it’s worse now, and my brain fog makes it hard to focus even if I could get back on the train of thought. I don’t remember the construction that would be in my mind’s eye. I barely can keep a clear vision in my mind’s eye anymore, worryingly. I never had a crystal clear imagination, it was always sort of abstract, but I could see the lines, I could construct a scene. Now I have to focus hard to get any sort of detail clear in my head. It’s like if you tried to look directly into someone’s face in a dream, or put in a prompt in neural blender. So I have to adjust to performing the entire thought process physically, slowly and tediously trying to figure out what I’m imagining before I can really get started. Those old art tutorials for constructing shapes and bodies and such just aren’t coming naturally anymore so I have to dredge deep into my mind to remember which advice helped “click” the best and knowing it might not do it this second time around. It’s like if you forgot how to ride a bike. It was something natural to you, you could even get started haphazardly and distracted and still be able to tell where you were going and not fall over or trip on yourself, but now it’s like you have to focus on each step and it constantly feels like it’s taking everything you have to not crash. I’m glad I can start drawing again, but it hurts that something so huge in my life has been turned into this. I’ve ranted about it before it’s just easier to notice when you’re not sketching out people’s pets or doing super stylized doodles.

[gaylos-lobos]

like i think the insane thing about the episode is how it continued to push the collector-luz, luz-philip and philip-collector parallels throughout it to then just hand wave it, like why do ALL THAT and then just drop it? like why put so much focus on it and then just, nothing?

[zeeckz]

I reached the part where you play as Raiden and, just as I thought it would, my brain is now infected with Raiden thoughts

Kazuhira Enjoyer who? This is Raiden's palace

[iamthepulta]

To the People who work on The Fifth City's Fallen London wikipedia page, and specifically The Correspondence page, you're the real MVPs and I appreciate u. :') Thank. ♥

(and really, the whole wiki in general; you're putting the lore into essays and truly, gods bless.)

[scare-ard--sleigh]

okay this is extremely painful and i'm sorry for that but. do you think that christie christiansen has joseph change her baby doll's diapers because the birth of crish and the first few months of his life made it seem like joseph and mary were on the way to making their marriage work again (from an outside/child's perspective) so she's trying to help ,,, because i just thought abotu that and ,,,,,

[toastandjamie]

Listen— I know nobody cares but I’ve created a comprehensive Project Sekai DSMP AU featuring unique(but heavily inspired) units… I’ve also gone way to far with it and began creating event stories and event costumes and thinking about what type of four star cards would go with them- I have the story and the general concepts all sorted out and I might post them tomorrow while I’m on break at work. So uh- if you ARE interested, keep an eye out for that lol

[chosenlcvers]

homesick for a home that doesn’t exist yet