#little boom dreamer

[hintsofhoney]

Radio and the Rain

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him.

Tags: 18+, smut, making love, p in v, all that jazz... nothing too crazy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hello, I'm back after almost 6 months. Moving across the country (again) among other big life events (all good ones!) gave me the worst writer's block of all time, but thanks to my friends (@soaringeag1e & @emoryhemsworth), writing this fic per their suggestion (based off Radio and the Rain by Chris Young) is what finally pulled me out of it! Beta'd by my angels @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean. Alright, hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll be back again with more things soon!

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Y/N!” Dean calls out, doubtful that you can hear him over the sound of the rain coming down as he tries to ignore the panic building inside him. His hair is stuck to his forehead from the downpour, water droplets streaming down his face as he tries to shield himself from the weather. It’s no use. He’s soaked to the bone – he’s not sure he could have worn enough layers to keep him dry, not in this storm – and the darkness of the forest seems to go on forever. He could have sworn there was a town nearby – some light pollution would be really helpful right about now – but he seems to be shit out of luck. Thunder booms above him, almost deafening, and he keeps on what he hopes is the right path, his heart rate steadily increasing. He needs to find you. 

“Y/N!” he yells again after another minute passes. If he’s soaked, he can’t imagine what you must be. He remembers what you’re wearing; skinny jeans, a thin green t-shirt, a black faux leather jacket, hunting boots. Normally, he doesn’t complain about your refusal to wear more layers, but right now, ‘I told you so’ is on the tip of his tongue. He would need a large amount of hands to count how many times he’s told you to prepare for anything , and that a flimsy t-shirt and jacket weren’t gonna cut it, but in your defense, this storm came out of nowhere. He had to give you that, at least. 

“Dean!” he whips his head around at the faint sound of his name making its way through the rain, and yells yours out once more before making his way towards your voice. His eyes are adjusted enough to the dark to where he can make out silhouettes of fallen trees ahead of him, stepping over them with little caution as you call out to him again. He has to make sure you’re okay. He has to get to you. 

“I’m here, Y/N!” he yells, “Where are you!?” 

“Dean!” 

He hears it, clear as day from behind him. He turns around in time to see the outline of your soaked body appearing from behind the trees.

“Y/N!” He rushes to you, taking your cold hand in his, and you can’t tell if he’s relieved or angry to see you – or a little bit of both. You should have listened to him when he told you splitting up was a bad idea, but completing the hunt had been the only thing on your mind, Dean’s lectures about safety be damned. “Jesus, you’re freezing,” he comments, like he isn’t an icicle himself. He wants to say, ‘I told you splitting up was a bad idea’, but he holds his tongue. He can lecture you later. 

He grabs you firmly by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Are you okay?” 

With the rain pouring down, he sounds like he’s whispering, even though you can tell he’s only a decibel away from full-on screaming. Lightning strikes in the distance, and you’re able to get a clear view of his face for a brief moment. Water streaming down his clenched jaw, hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, worried green eyes searching yours. They land on your cheek, which you think is bleeding thanks to the branch that smacked you in the face a few minutes ago, and you roll your eyes at his over-concern.

“I’m fine, Dean. It’s just a scratch.” 

“C’mon,” he replies gruffly, pulling you into his coat in an attempt to shield you from the rain. “Baby’s got a first aid kit in the back.” 

Ten minutes of walking later and you can make out Baby’s silhouette parked on the road on the other side of some trees. The rain seems to have gotten even worse – if that’s even possible – and the thought of being underneath some type of roof (Baby’s was just as good as any) where you’d have an opportunity to get dry was getting your tired legs through the last bit of your trek out of the muddy woods. 

Your first step onto the dirt road comes with more rain as you come out from under the umbrella of trees. Dean opens the back door for you, ushering you inside and telling you not to worry about your shoes (something that he was usually a stickler about; he liked a clean car). To your surprise, he gets in behind you, quickly closing the door before the backseat can get even more wet. He leans over the front bench, fishing his keys out of his pocket, before starting the ignition and turning on the heat. The radio comes on as Baby starts up, and he lets it play as he opens the glove box and pulls out a flashlight, before sitting back and reaching underneath the driver’s seat for the first aid kit. 

“Hold this,” he orders, turning on the light and handing it to you, the brightness of the bulb causing you both to squint as your eyes adjust. 

“Dean, I told you, I’m fine,” you reiterate with an exhausted sigh, watching as he opens the white box in his lap. 

“Shine it on your face, I need to get a better look.”

You roll your eyes, pointing the flashlight on your cheek, allowing Dean to grab the underside of your chin as he moves your head to the side and examines the damage. 

“Needs to be cleaned,” he announces, letting you go and pulling out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze from the kit. You watch as he unscrews the cap and flips the bottle over, letting the cloth absorb some of the liquid before flipping it back and closing it. “This is gonna sting.”

He says that every time, and you chuckle softly in response. “Yeah, not my first time.” 

He doesn’t even crack a smile. He grabs underneath your chin again, dabbing your wound with the cloth, and you’re too focused on his mood to even notice the sting. A minute passes by, and you’re sure it’s clean by now, but he seems to be on autopilot, jaw clenched and eyes both focused in on what he’s doing and glazed over at the same time. 

“Dean,” you say gently, placing your free hand on top of his, stilling his movements and pulling him out of his trance. “I think it’s clean.”

Silence, except for the rain and the radio, which is quietly playing Is This Love by Whitesnake (not usually what this station plays, but it’s 2 a.m. and you figure they probably save the sappy 80s songs for this time of night). 

And then, “You can’t do that.” His voice is barely above a whisper. 

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head. “Do what?”

“Scare me like that. I didn’t – I thought –” he shakes his head, dropping his hand and placing the gauze back in the kit, along with the rubbing alcohol, before closing it and shoving it back under the seat. “Just – you can’t do that.”

“Dean, the storm came out of nowhere. We’ve split up on hunts so many –”

“And it’s never my idea!” he interrupts. 

“What do you want me to say, Dean!? ‘I’m sorry that God decided to flood the earth again while we were out hunting werewolves’!? I am fine , okay? I can handle –”

He cups your face in his cold hands, careful to avoid the fresh cut on your cheek. “I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself. But I can’t lose you, do you get that?” His face is inches away from yours, and the flashlight slips out of your hands and onto the floor as your breath catches in your throat. The radio starts playing the all-too familiar beginning chords of Night Moves , and you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod. Dean tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “I can’t lose you,” he whispers.

“I know,” you reply breathily. You place your hand over his again. “You won’t, De.” 

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a brief half smile – one that you would have missed had you not been watching his every move. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip with a feather-light touch, and all you can hear is the radio and the rain. 

“Your lips are freezing,” he comments, not-so-subtly (in true Dean fashion). 

“Shame there’s no way to warm them,” you whisper back, biting back a smile. 

“Hm,” he smirks, leaning in. “I can think of a way.”

You close your eyes as his lips meet yours, instantly sending warmth back into your body. Night Moves is still playing, and you ignore the irony as you kiss him back like not freezing to death depends on it. It’s not your first kiss with Dean, but it’s the first one that feels like it really means something, like you could be more than just friends who hook up occasionally. His hands move from your face to your jacket, unzipping it before he helps peel it off your body, your wet skin making everything a thousand times harder. He carelessly throws it into the front seat before his lips move to your neck and he works on getting his own top layer off. He finds your sweet spot right under your ear, one that sends warm shivers down your spine, and then his hands are back on your body, finding their way underneath your soaked shirt, trailing up your sides. His palms feel warm against your skin, and you don’t know if it’s the heat blasting through the vents or the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but you’ve never been hotter. 

The two of you separate for a few seconds and tug off the remainder of your clothes, everything landing in a nice pile on the front seat — muddy boots included. The cleanliness of his car is the last thing Dean is concerned about right now. 

You feel a lot more comfortable naked — meaning, you’re only wet where you want to be now — and you lean back in the seat, your head resting against the door, as Dean hovers over you, taking you in. The flashlight on the ground was your only source of light with the moonlight blocked out by the storm still raging outside. 

“You’re beautiful,” he states, not like an opinion, but like it’s an undeniable fact. Like if you were to look up ‘beautiful’ in the dictionary right now you’d find a picture of your face. 

You smile. “Thank you.”

His finger traces your jaw bone, his thumb gently outlines the scrape on your cheek. “I don’t think it’s gonna scar,” he says. You love it when he’s like this: pure and unfiltered, saying exactly what he’s thinking when he’s thinking it.

You chuckle softly. “Good. Be real ugly if it did.” 

His expression turns serious. “No it wouldn’t.” He states that like it’s a fact too, and you have no choice but to accept it. 

“Okay. It would be pretty badass, I guess,” you concede.

He smiles and nods, leaning down to kiss you softly, quickly, before pulling back and whispering, “Yeah, it would.”

He trails his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone, and you catch the next song on the radio — Feels Like the First Time — and roll your eyes and try not to laugh because of course . You’re brought back to the present when Dean’s mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud as your hands instantly come to grip his wet hair. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, back arching off the leather seat, and he chuckles softly before releasing you with a ‘pop’. 

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes again, but they quickly close as he moves to give your right nipple some attention, gently pinching the other between his thumb and pointer finger. Your moans cause his cock to twitch, and you feel it against your inner thigh, imagining what it must look like right now. 

“Please,” you beg, and you both know exactly what for. He gladly returns his lips to yours, before nestling himself comfortably (or as comfortable as one can get in the backseat of a ‘67 Chevy) between your legs, still damp and sticky from the rain. He kisses you hard as he enters you slowly, and you moan into his mouth as you adjust to his size. Nothing’s ever felt so good. 

“Jesus,” he breathes, pulling away momentarily and bracing himself with one hand on the fogged up window as he bottoms out and stays there, looking down at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him, and right now, you are. “Mm, fuck .” He starts to move, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck, his hot breath and soft groans doing nothing to help stall the tightening coil in your abdomen. “‘m never letting you out of my sight again,” he whispers.

All you can do is nod; he feels so good, you never want him to stop.

“Can’t fuckin’ lose you,” he mumbles, his face coming to hover above yours as he cups your unscathed cheek with his free hand. “You hearin’ me?” He shakes his head. “I can’t.”

You nod again, a little more aggressively this time. “I know, Dean. You won’t,” you reassure him through unsteady breaths. It’s your turn to shake your head. “You won’t.”

You hadn’t noticed his thrusts speeding up, too lost in your emotions until he hits a spot that you didn’t even know you had.

“Oh, fuck ,” you hiss, arching your back. “Fuck, right there.”

He listens, picking up the pace ever so slightly, his lips on your neck again, his heavy pants in your ear. “Shit, sweetheart, you feel so good.” He’s breathing so hard it’s barely audible, but you hear it clear as day, and it’s what brings you to the edge. 

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna —”

“Me too, me too.”

And then you’re tensing underneath him as a wave of pleasure washes over you, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up, and he’s holding himself up on trembling forearms, desperately trying not to collapse on top of you as the exhaustion from the day finally hits you both like a tidal wave. Through heavy breathing you notice that it’s still pouring outside — probably deeming you stuck here on this no name road until it lets up — and that You Shook Me All Night Long is playing on the radio, and you can’t help but giggle softly and shake your head. 

“What?” he questions, confused.

“I think both the weather and the radio are demanding that we go again.”

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[primojade]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 : 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀 𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀. ( the die is cast )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈 : 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌. ( argument against the man )

" the only impossible journey is the one you never begin. " - tony robins.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!

All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to! 

It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!

…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...

"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | In which your utter disappointment with your game progress (or regression) cause you to trigger a new quest? Is this a chance you should take? And Tighnari told you that humans are often more predictable, however, you're an odd one out.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | Cursing, hasty confession (but not really?), tighnari is getting suspicious of you, rightfully so lol. Let me know if I missed anything <3

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | I don't know if I should post the route 1 and 2 at the same time but...eh...let me know what u think! Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

masterlist | prologue: that love is a fallacy | (alternate route) route ii: argumentum ad ignorantiam

For your own sake, you logically decided to remain still inside Tighnari's house. Your body was still aching all over, even though the Therianthrope had meticulously treated your wounds well—which you guessed was from your fall with him—it also doesn't leave the fact that you felt even more tired than when you were reviewing for your exams every night.

Well, that would be the first reason. The other is that you were still in shock—and denial—at what the hell is happening right now. Tighnari was real, you could see and touch him in the flesh, and you can't be mistaken that that person isn't him because you know it's him by the amount of shameless staring and gushing you did with his soft-looking ears and tail during his first banner and in his idles.

So, yes…if you were indeed get isekai'd in Genshin Impact, one question still begs to be answered. A lot, to be honest, but for now, you were still not accepting this reality wholeheartedly.

"M…Maybe I just misclicked it or something. That's right, I probably just misread it." You tried reasoning to yourself, a little desperate, before closing the hologram screen. After you take a lungful of breaths, you shakily pat your chest once, and the screen appears before you again.

[Username]

(No Signature)

Adventure Rank: 1

Adventure EXP: 0

World Level: 0

"NOOOOO!!!" You wailed loudly, almost thrashing your feet in the bed as you animatedly heard the cracking ice and booming volcanoes in your head, goading and laughing at your misery. "...my AR60 account, my characters…I grind so hard for them…for two years…"

Almost in tears, you gulped shakily as your eyes travelled down to the Inventory tab, tapping it only to groan in utter disappointment when ALL of your precious weapons were gone! Every. Single. One. Of them! Not even a trusty Prototype Rancour or a Harbinger of Dawn! All of them are gone except for that damn LVL1 Dull Blade!

"I can't believe this…all of my hard work…" You sniffed and stiffly tapped the icon of the Dull Blade, and to your surprise, the weapon suddenly appeared in front of you. "Woahhh—!" Its sharp blade almost grazes your skin. you manage to grab its hilt in time but you almost dropped it when its unexpected weight almost crushed you. "This is so heavy!"

Before you hurt yourself further with the Dull Blade, you immediately unequipped the sword and switched the tab to the Artifacts, and just as you dreadily expect, it was also empty. All your precious five stars artifacts are gone so suddenly. The CD Items, Quest Items, Gadgets, Furnishings and Precious Items tab are as empty as your soul when you were done checking. 

With a shake of your head, you console yourself with the fact that at least some of the Materials (like the local specialties) and Food (sunsettias, starshrooms and apples) were still as high as you remember. 

After some time glaring at your nearly emptied inventory, you closed the tab completely, glossing over the Map in disappointment (which was, by the way, the Teleport Waypoints or Statue of the Seven were still locked, even the ones in Mondstadt and Liyue), and the Quest Menu is still empty. 

As for the other ones, if you remember correctly, the Wish and Shop were unlocked when you reached AR5. While the Character Archive would be available only when you get Amber to be playable—which you think is impossible for now considering you were in Sumeru and Mondstadt is like…a nation away.

This is all so depressing. Add to the fact that you don't know how to return to your world, almost all of your trusted resources, a chance of survival, is gone.

A few moments later, Tighnari arrived with your medicine and he raised his brow when he saw you sulking in the farthest corner of the bed. "What happened to you? Do you feel any pain somewhere?"

You gaze soullessly at him. "My hard work vanished along with my determination to live."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, drink this medicine and let's get you back to bed." You lamely took the green pill the Therianthrope gave you, toss it on your mouth and immediately gulped the glass of water he offered.

"Blegh!" You almost choked at the bitter taste and Tighnari offered you another glass of water, which you gladly took. 

"I apologise if my concotion is too bitter for your taste. On the bright side, its effectiveness could be trusted." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, though the light twiched of his ears and the swish of his tail tells you that he found your reactions amusing.

"I know, I believe you—uh, what?."

Tighnari was staring at you like you grown two heads. "Hmm. Well, curious how you just swallow that thing without asking me what it was or checking to see if its something dangerous. Even though you appear to know me, you should've been more careful."

It looks like he was about to lecture you about safety and stuff so you immediately replied. "...Dunno, maybe because I don't think you have any reason to poison me after helping and patching me up? Plus, I know your reputation, your talents and your dedication to help. Poisoning me is something against your principles."

"That's true," the Therianthrope looked thoughtful, his green-olive eyes staring down at you intently. "However, humans tend to be a little more cautious about this, you know, which makes them quite predictable. And speaking of which, you appear to know me, but I never have the chance to ask yours. I believe introductions are overdue?"

"Oh, uh…I'm [Name]. Hehehe. Sorry again for all the trouble, Tighnari." You said gratefully. For a moment, you wonder if he would recognised your name. Well, you don't even know if this Tighnari is the same as the Tighnari you were playing before. And even if he was, he probably wouldn't recognised your real name since you were using a Username instead.

Speaking of which…

WHERE IS YOUR PHONE?! AND YOUR BACKPACK? 

Before you could ask what befall your other stuff, Tighnari cut you off. He was looking at you curioisly, never hostile but you could see his guard was up, his tail tensing a little. "...I believe myself to have a decent memory, and I'm confident I never seen you before. How did you know my name?"

How could you tell him he was a video game character you were playing before you die?!

Yeah, no. As if he would believed you. He might've thought you were losing your last braincells and even send you to Bimarstan for real this time.

Quick, [Name], just throw any excuse you could find! Your hippocamus was internally panicking along with you.

"...I KNOW BECAUSE I LOVE YOU—" you blurted out in a frenzy before you realised what you said. Your eyes widened, as shock as him. "I mean, I love your ears and tail! I don't love you as in you, since you're not rea—wait…that will sounds wrong. But not that way—ugh!"

Before you could dug a hole to hide your embarassment, Tighnari's ears perked up as he glance outside the door. At the same time, the hologram of the Paimon Menu suddenly appeared in front of you. A blue exclamation mark marking the Quest tab made you do a double take.

Did you just triggered a World Quest with whatever nonesense you just said?

The Fox and the Jackal

70m

Go with Tighnari to see Cyno.

Quest Chain Rewards: 250 Adventure EXP, 150 Character EXP, 20 Primogems, 5 Adventurer's Experience.

HOLY SHIZNITS—Wait, WHAT? Isn't this going a bit too fast? Why is Cyno suddenly coming here?! Why do you have to go see him, too?

And damn, whoever is the mastermind of all this is tempting you with those delicious rewards—

Route 1.1: Beg Tighnari to let you come to him and see Cyno. After all, you desperately need those primogems rewards to level up your AR. Plus, you were curious what he looks like, too.

Can you even refuse if those primogems are waving hello at you? 

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Route 1.2: Abandon the quest! You have more pressing matters to attend to. After all, who knows if that Quest were as long as that Aranyaka that would make your hair white till you finish it. Plus, you're not a huge Cyno simp and he could tell when you lie, man! A danger! You also need to find your phone and your bag!

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #jaded moments—!

[violetdawn001]

Random idea: IF the Dreamers are still alive in the real world, then you should SEE them in Godhome. AND get bonuses for keeping them alive.

Team Cherry could totally pull this off as it's still the Dream Realm AND the Godseekers are calling just about everyone there.

Now, I am not saying that we should get Dreamer Boss fights (though that would be cool even if impossible to pull off if you know the original concept of the Dreamers), but what about finding a secret room and BOOM! The Dreamers are there.

Now, finding the Dreamers would be cool and all, as you get extra dialogue with all three and get to see everyone's character (especially you Lurien). But what if they would give you boosts and insights into the Boss Fights you are about to do?

What if Lurien could analyze the Boss fight weaknesses, specifically the glitches and loopholes in them such as False Knight's/Failed Champion's cheat or White Defender's cheat? What if Monomon ran tests in the background to help you figure out how to get the Lifeblood seeds, not to mention help you get them? What if Herrah would randomly help you in battle? Though I would not be opposed to her taking care of Godseeker for me due to all the times Godseeker calls Little Knight a worm as in the earthworm.

And finally, when you reach the final bosses in Pantheon of Hallownest, the Dreamers actively help you during the final bosses fights, each one taking turns (depending on lore or character) until all three help you take on Absolute Radiance. Say goodby to Fall Damage! Also, the idea of Monomon launching an explosive at the Radiance's face looks so lovely.

And of course, the ending cutscene where all three Dreamers wake up and the Hollow Knight is freed to a world without an Infection...please?????? Canonically, the Godhome ending and cutscene STILL play if the Dreamers are alive, but we don't SEE the Dreamers waking up. So please can we see them? Can we see all the hugs?

Anyway-what do you all think?

Do you think Team Cherry or any community modders could pull this idea off? If so, would you play it?

#lurien the watcher #hollow knight #hk lurien #hollow knight au #hk lurien the watcher's butler #hk monomon #monomon the teacher #herrah the beast #hk herrah #the radiance #the hollow knight #hollow Knight #Hollow Knight mod #ideas

[undiscovered-horizon]

Morpheus as "shaper of forms"

So, Morpheus is perceived as different shapes/creatures/entities depending on the context and the dreamer, right? If so, is every messed-up beast you see in your dreams just Morpheus hanging out? If yes, please consider this:

This unending sea of trees feels suffocating. In a strange and thoroughly disturbing way, it's darker than any forest you have ever seen. Black pines tower over each soul that dares to walk among them. The greyish sky seems endless, and so does the faraway horizon littered with twisted, thick shrubbery. Something about this place makes your stomach churn and throat tighten. The sky, the woods, the stillness befitting only death… it feels wrong. The whole forest is wrong. Jet black pine needles dance in the air, although no wind is blowing. Their shuffling is like an evil giggle of malice that has to live among those mahogany trees. You notice their peaks could well pierce clouds if the grey firmament had any. No matter where your curious eyes wander, it seems as if something hides from you right when you are about to see it; an old evil that has already lived in these woods before the human race was distinguishable from apes.

A rustling of needles. The loud snapping of breaking twigs. The black pines undraw only to reveal a truly monstrous creature: a wolf with three heads and three eyes on each. The nine burning yellow orbs stare at you silently. Its black fur is dense and it has an oddly regal shine to it, making the creature appear like an impenetrable cloud equipped with only those haunting eyes that were peeking at your very soul. Like the rest of this forest of terrors, the wolf-beast towers over you - the top of its head is only slightly lower compared to the pine trees.

"Who... who are you?" you manage to stutter out. Were you trespassing into its home?

"Nothing more than a dream within a dream," the beast answers in a low, booming voice despite its mouth remaining still. It's as if the wolf speaking inside your head, never letting the strange forest of twisted trees know his words. "I am travelling thoughts, the myriad of ideas lost over centuries; the personification of all hopes and horrors that were, are and perhaps will come." The wolf lowers his head and you see the three noses flare slightly as the beast takes in your smell. "Do you know who you are?"

You have nothing to answer him. Strange... you could swear you have a name but you can't recall it. Straining your memory, you can only recall a distorted echo of something that used to be your name once like a ripple on the surface of an ocean.

"You are… what curious words," the wolf speaks again. His voice is reaching the depths of your spirit. It sends vibrations through your bones. "What makes you think you are?"

Unconsciously, you furrow your eyebrows at the beast's bizarre question. What nonsense! Of course you are - the rustling of leaves resounds in your ears, the twigs under your feet break a little more when you shift your weight from one leg to another; you're speaking to him, you're here.

"Oh but isn't the dreamer as much here as someone awake?" the wolf asks. For a moment you wonder whether he can hear your thoughts but that idea is dismissed as swiftly as it appeared - it was ridiculous. "Does a corpse not appear identical to someone who is asleep? How can a dreamer know that they are dreaming? How does a fish know it swims in the water? Have you never woken up before death claimed your soul in a dream? What if you were never dreaming in the first place? What if all dreams are true? These woods are no less real than the realm you came from."

The wolf sits down, his burning eyes still examining the iron in your blood and the marrow inside your bones. Although the beast is gargantuan and strange, you feel an illogical sense of trust towards your host. The twisted pine trees still whisper of indescribable malice but their voices quiet down in the presence of the three-headed wolf. Maybe this land belongs to him.

A few minutes pass when neither of you speaks. Surprisingly, this silence is neither tense nor awkward. Despite being strangers with the lord of this dark pine forest, you have a distinct confidence that you could say anything and everything to the Wolf King and he'd never once mock your passions. The beast catches your attention when he tilts his head. "Why are you so afraid, little one?" the wolf asks.

"I don't know," you answer with a defeated sigh. You haven't the faintest idea how he learned of what lurks inside your heart but it doesn't feel violating in any way, quite the contrary - like a parent that is wonderfully tuned to their child's affect. "I can't remember any longer. I just know I should be afraid, that this anxiety is earned."

"What imprisons you is not earned but given. It was another pair of hands that put you in those shackles."

Is your fear not your own in the end? A terrible thought it is, for one's life to be a net force of choices they did not make - for misery to appear accidentally, without the victim's input. "How can you know that?" you question him in confusion.

"Because I, too, have been imprisoned."

It was beyond your imagination to picture another entity, bigger and meaner, that could subdue this giant three-headed wolf with nice pyres for eyes. "So," you draw out your voice, still pondering his words, "how did you get out?"

"Like all things wild and strange, I remained untamed, unbowed; I broke my teeth on the chains that were binding me." Although he's speaking of great plight, desperation and misery, his rich voice adds a layer of pride to those dreadful words. Can suffering truly be dignifying?

A grimace enters your face. After all, you are so incomparably small in front of him. How could you ever have as much courage or strength as this beast? "I don't think I can do that," you say in a meek voice. Your gaze falls from the wolf's faces down to your feet and the grey ground cover.

"Of course, you can," the wolf assures you. He seems to have a lot of misplaced faith in you. But why? "You are still so very young, little one. The world bows before you with all of its possibilities. There is no shame in letting nature know you're alive. It is your only purpose in this life."

Having shared his wisdom, the wolf gets up and begins walking away, the pine trees part to let him through, when he suddenly stops to look at you with those burning yellow eyes one last time:

"When you feel lonely, look at the moon, little one. Somewhere, another beast is howling at it, too."

The rustle of leaves is still ringing in your ears when you wake up. Your neighbour's dog is barking. The world is the same as it was before you fell asleep and yet, somehow, everything is different. Perhaps, you are different.

#the sandman netflix #the sandman imagine #the sandman fanfic #the sandman #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #sandman x reader #sandman x you #morpheus sandman #sandman fanfiction #sandman imagine #morpheus #morpheus imagine #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless

[theverybestofbea]

academia films & shows 🩶 🎬

— the holdovers (2023)

a cranky history teacher at a prep school is forced to remain on campus over the holidays with a grieving cook and a troubled student who has no place to go, set in 1971, during christmas time.

— the umbrella academy (2019 - present)

a family of former child heroes, now grown apart, must reunite to continue to protect the world, science fiction meets preppy academia.

— mona lisa smile (2003)

a free-thinking art professor teaches conservative 1950s Wellesley girls to question their traditional social roles, gives off a similar vibe to the dead poets society.

— the goldfinch (2019)

a boy in New York is taken in by a wealthy family after his mother is killed in a bombing at the met, in a rush of panic, he steals 'the goldfinch', a painting that eventually draws him into a world of crime.

— dead poets society (1989)

john keating returns in 1959 to the prestigious new england boys' boarding school where he was once a star student, using poetry to embolden his pupils to new heights of self-expression.

— a series of unfortunate events (2017 - 2019)

after the loss of their parents in a mysterious fire, the three baudelaire children face trials and tribulations attempting to uncover dark family secrets.

— mary shelley (2017)

life and facts of mary wollstonecraft godwin, who at 16 met 21 year old poet percy shelley, resulting in the writing of frankenstein.

— tik, tik...boom! (2021)

on the brink of turning thirty, a promising theater composer navigates love, friendship and the pressure to create something great before time runs out, about art students during the 90s.

— the ministry of time (2015 - 2020)

a warrior from the sixteenth century, the first female university student from the nineteenth century, and a paramedic from the twenty–first century join a secret agency to prevent people from changing spanish history using time-traveling doors.

— romeo + juliet (1996)

shakespeare's famous play is updated to the hip modern suburb of verona still retaining its original dialogue.

— jane eyre (2011)

amousy governess who softens the heart of her employer soon discovers that he's hiding a terrible secret.

— little women (2019)

jo march reflects back and forth on her life, telling the beloved story of the march sisters - four young women, each determined to live life on her own terms.

— the dreamers (2003)

a young american studying in paris in 1968 strikes up a friendship with a french brother and sister, set against the background of the '68 paris student riots.

— my policeman (2022)

the arrival of patrick into marion and tom's home triggers the exploration of seismic events from 40 years previously.

— deadly class (2018; cancelled)

a coming-of-age story set against the backdrop of late 1980s counterculture, which follows a disillusioned teen recruited into a storied high school for assassins.

— shadow and bone (2021 - 2023; cancelled)

dark forces conspire against orphan mapmaker alina starkov when she unleashes an extraordinary power that could change the fate of her war-torn world, at the same time, a group of thieves gather for a new mission.

— kill your darlings (2013)

a murder in 1944 draws together the great poets of the beat generation: allen ginsberg, jack kerouac, and william burroughs.

#light academia #dark academia #romantic academia #academia aesthetic #academia films

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Trapped Inside A Scapegoat: Astral Traveling & The Truth About Certain Demons & Entities

So I wanted to bring up some things about demons, lower entities and the dream states that we fall into when we are asleep in the night. I will never forget my first encounter of seeing the unseen, but one particular story I have in mind puts me back into a spell.. Its like a hazy feeling, I never knew how to explain the things that happened but it scared me to the point that I could never sleep past 2:30, and if I was still awake I stayed awake until dawn. Boy, high school was a drag.

Just an fyi, if you dont believe in spirits or the spiritual realm then this isnt for you. k? k. <3

On these nights I couldn't sleep, it would be because of the sleep paralysis that would happen and the weird energy I would be forced to recognize during these hours. As well as seeing things that just did not make sense, I would look at the clock to see it was either 2 am to 4 am. Never an in between.

So, I wanted to go in with a little story time, maybe this will help me unbox some things that happened. Because after a long ole while, after this event, my life changed... seemingly more depressive, and anxiety would be in the forefront of my reality for a long while.

Back when I was a teen, I remember cakin' on the phone with this one guy I had the biggest crush on, and it was around 2:30 at the time. At about 3:00 I told him I was tired and quickly laid down to rest.

So let me give you guys some details. I normally like to rest on one side of my body, typically on the right side and in my room I face the window. So from my memory, our conversation lasted til 3:08. I NEVER forgot the time. Sometimes Im a quick dreamer, so I go to bed pretty easily. Anywho, I remember the dream started where I was in my room. It was really interesting, me and a few people that I knew from high school (and my old school that I had just recently moved away from) were practicing some cheers because we were training to be on the cheer team. It was weird. In the dream some of them had on cheerleader gear, and some of them we're outside the front of my room where I could see them thru the window. The girls told me they would be right back as they we're going to get their things for the cheerleading competition/training, they run out the room and the next thing you here is a bunch of rumbling... theirs voices speaking from around the room but i don't see nobody. next thing you know everything goes black. the blacker it gets the louder the voices... i realize from this point their speaking in an unfamiliar language... latin almost. or whatever they were saying was backwards... at this point i was able to open my eyes and i see a dark figure standing right in front of me. What took me off guard was that its eyes, they we're like stars and had this intriguing shine to it. It was 'bald' but had a human-like body but no mouth ears and barely even a nose... I could feel it touching me, the back of my neck had chills as you can tell thats where it was touching on me. I grew scared but remembered I could get up.

And then boom. I woke up.

But this is what i thought was weird. Remember when I said I was sleeping on my side? I woke up on my back, facing the mirror. I looked at the time and it was 3:16 am.

What. The. Fuck.

I had barely slept? How could that be? All of this happened within a matter of minutes. I was exhausted. I said, 'Was this the devil?'

Quickly I ran into my grandparents room, lmao, yeah I know. I was scareeeeeeeed. My room felt cold after that. I had to go.

And for a while, that wouldn't be my last encounter. I mean, the thing went away, but there was more to come. At this point, I had to face the mirror. I mean literally face the mirror because its the center of the room and my bed faces it. But I had to sleep... This would go on for many months until one day it just.. sorta stopped. I began my journey of law of attraction, numerology, and metaphysics at this point and grew a little happier. So maybe it was destiny.

So let me get into a few things about this dark shadow being and some tips about whats going on:

Mirrors are shapeshifting portals. Their portals to other dimensions. And 'entities' can & will come through here in the access of dreams/illusions/nightmares etc.

3 am is considered the 'devil-hour' - this is when the veil to the spirit realm is unlocked and you can see more outside of the veil.

Fear and lower energies can 'attract' these beings to your door step. They can smell it on you.

That 'shadow' being could be insight to whats deep inside of yourself. Your power. Your Energy. Your light. Even on the other side it's noticed.

So when I seen this being, I was shook out of my mind. But wait.. after moments and time of introspection. I've learned that it's mirroring back at me something I never thought I would ever thought was me.

Months later I digged into astrology, numerology, found some things about angel numbers, started trying to process the spiritual realm much more clearly. Because the thing kept happening to me, and I was always an anxious & yet fearful girl, I knew there was a bit more strength in me.

When the thing came, I was trying to get out a depression when I was at my old school and once I had finally returned back to my hometown I was little happy. But at night, our darkest feelings, our inner shadow shows its weight, and also our potential.

I've tried tapping into that 'fear', and have learned there is so much more about me due to the dreams I've had of my future. It takes me back to the shadow figure from that night. Because why we're you there?

Also, what stuck to me the most was that a friend at the time told me that if you see something like that and it touches you, some sort of witchcraft might be on you... another topic, for another day I suppose.

But it always stuck with me, because... how so?

At the time when I was in high school and seen these weird entities because again, this went on for MONTHS. Every other day and night. I noticed before then I had a fear complex, thats what I'll call it. Always anxious, always sad, always depressed, been that way since a young girl. So now we get to the part where we talked about a trapped consciousness.

Because immediately when that happened, I went straight to church with my grandma ! Lol. No jokes. And later found out it was not the answer I needed. It wasn't working. Not to say going to church can't help or save someone, it just didn't have the answer I thought I needed. I went looking for some time when I would go.

What I want to say is, when you see things you cannot explain. You cannot run to the church, religion, or even a 'savior', because at the end of the day YOU have to learn it. You have to come to terms with it. And I've been learning. So so very hard, and its begin to giving me the dream & insight of what was truly around the corner.

My ancestors dream. Metaphysics, Clairvoyance, My dreams where trying to come thru in the astrals and when you are at your lowest these 'things' can come in and try to warp your mind/gifts/talents/ etc.

The final thing I will say here is that they feed off our spirits because in the lower realms they need 'fuel' to get to 'heaven' and you are the source of that. We the human are 'heaven' and some entities are parasitical and need life force to move to the other side.

So fear, guilt, shame, anxiety, depression etc is one of the lowest frequencies to be on because it is denser and its harder to move 'up'.

And when you live in those vibrations, your blocking your own destiny. Your truth, your light, your power all is unlocked once you move past it.

Another thing I will say is that not all 'lower entities' are evil. But for the sake of talking about demons and entities, I will save that for another post, to leave out any confusion.

#metaphysics #demons #astrals #lower entities #astral travel #spirit realm #dreams #nightmares #entities

[agustdiv1ne]

here are my thoughts about each song that absolutely nobody asked for but i don't care 🤣

ok GROWING PAINS??? THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN I'M FALLING TO MY KNEES I'M WAILING BC THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING TO ME. i loveee rock music and this is also reminds me a little of what i used to listen to when i was in the deepest trenches of my middle school emo phase (and continue to listen to bc my emo phase never truly left me),, THE GROWL. BEOMGYU FUCKING GROWLED. ME WHEN. ME WHEN. ME WHEN. *INSERT WEREWOLF MEME* i am just. obsessed. absolutely Obsessed. ALSO YEONJUN'S HIGH NOTE????? ACTUALLY FUCK OFF I'M ON THE FLOOR

chasing that feeling is very 80s new wave and it is Everything to me. i could go over everything in the mv but i'm j gonna focus on the song for now. i love the route they took for the tt, it's very like. dreamy? to me?? and laid back and yet it sounds like it would be part of some action movie????? like hero training scene montage and BOOM CHASING THAT FEEEEELINGGG in the background idk...the synths are making me ascend i swear to whatever is above whoever added those synths in the instrumental deserves the best fucking head of their lives. beomgyu opening fairy, bro always makes sure to EAT THAT OPENING BROOO I LOVE HIM. AND THEN TYUN HIGH NOTE WOOOOOOOOO that Healed me...and hyuka's "come and kiss me" YEAH. YEAHHHH. can u tell i'm obsessed w this tt yet???? i need it tattooed onto my ear drums right now

DREAMER MF DREAMERRRR BROOOOOOOOOO i've been waiting for an rnb song like this from them since 20cm i fucking swear. and this just. BLEW ME OUT OF THE WATER,, their falsettos are so mf pretty esp soobin's like his voice was just made for this song bro. i swear. and then we got beomgyu's falsetto too?????? wow. wowowowow. i need more rn. AND THEN YEONJUN BROO CAME IN W THE "LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU" AND I'M DYING. LIKE ACTUALLY DYING PLS DO NOT RESUSCITATE

ahahaha deep down is like. so chill and i loveee the beat omfg. like this is a song that i am going to play when i go on late night car rides, bass boosted n everything bc the beat. the BEAT. i need it injected into my veins immediately,, def not like. my fav off this album but i still enjoyed it ^^

ok happily ever after has me in a chokehold rn. i'm being so serious. it's so fun and catchy it's like a little earworm that i can't get out of my head!!!! it makes me wanna dance and sing and AHHHHH. the beginning "oh ma gawd" that was so cute...def my pick me up song bc it's so cute n fun n i definitely didn't expect to like it as much as i do <3 the power of txt <3333 LIFE IS NOT A FAIRYTALE!!!! also soobin's falsetto got me again i'm ascending yet again my friends...i feel like this song is encapsulated by the ✨️ emoji pls don't ask me to elaborate.

SKIPPING STONES. MY ABSOLUTE FAV OFF THIS ALBUM. THERE IS NO COMPETITION I FEAR.....it's very reminiscent of music i'd listen to while growing up esp the songs my dad would share with me...idk why but that connection just makes this song so much more special to me. also sounds kinda like a day6 song and as someone who loves day6 i needed this!! i love the rock influences so fucking much guys i am so obsessed with this song,,,, i need more songs like this immediately. asap. ALSO hyuka's high note. guys. guys. what the fuck. he is such a talented man i cannot rn

as if i could forget about blue spring — when i told u i started crying??? yeah, i started crying right when it started playing. i love them so fucking much u don't understand 😭😭😭 idk why they autotuned my men like that towards the end tho,, but yeah. this will be my official crying song for the foreseeable future 😁

and then. chasing that feeling english version??? hello????? i typically don't enjoy english versions too much but this one is so good omg. i def like the og more but i did enjoy it and it was a nice lil surprise!!!!

i could keep writing more but i will leave it at that. i'm sorry if u read this far u deserve financial compensation for being so strong

#me when i write an essay abt the album #my god #this album is right up my alley #i wish i had melatonin bc i don't think i can sleep now #the adrenaline rush is still going #txt did it again everyone #ashlee's bs

[funkymbtifiction]

The 12 Archetypes

1. The Innocent

Those who identify with the innocent archetype are sometimes criticized for being naïve dreamers. However, their positive outlook and happy-go-lucky personalities can uplift others. The innocent always tries to see the good in the world and looks for the silver lining in every situation.

Character Examples: Jane (Pride & Prejudice), Lucy (Narnia), Frodo (The Lord of the Rings), Mrs. Harris (Goes to Paris)

2. The Orphan / The Everyman

The orphan archetype represents those who are dependable, down to earth realists. Some people might describe them as a little negative at times. They believe in being practical and doing things that make sense. The orphan is always searching for belonging in the world.

Character Examples: Susan (Narnia), Mr. Smith (Goes to Washington), Luke Skywalker

3. The Hero

The hero thrives on being strong and standing up for others. They may feel they have a destiny that they must accomplish. Heroes are courageous in their quest for justice and equality and will stand up to even the most powerful forces if they think they are wrong.

Character Examples: Captain America, Nancy (Stranger Things), Clark Kent (Superman/Smallville), Harry Potter

4. The Caregiver

Those who identify with the caregiver archetypes are full of empathy and compassion. Unfortunately, others can exploit their good nature for their own ends. Caregivers must pay attention to looking after themselves and learning to say no to others’ demands sometimes.

Character Examples: Sam (The Lord of the Rings), Mrs. Weasley (Harry Potter), Anne Eliott (Persuasion), Little Dorrit

5. The Explorer

The explorer is never happy unless experiencing new things. They may enjoy visiting different countries or they may be happy learning about new ideas and philosophies. However, they find it hard to settle down at one job or relationship for too long, unless the job or relationship lets them retain their freedom to explore.

Character Examples: Indiana Jones, Gimli (The Lord of the Rings), John Smith (Disney's Pocahontas), Merida (Brave), Han Solo

6. The Rebel

When the rebel sees something in the world that isn’t working, they look to change it. Rebels like to do things differently. However, sometimes rebels can abandon perfectly good traditions just because they have a desire for reform. Rebels can be charismatic and easily encourage others to follow them in their pursuit of rebellion.

Character Examples: Maverick (Top Gun), Lois Lane (Smallville), Enjolras (Les Miserables)

7. The Lover

The lover seeks harmony in everything they do. They find it hard to deal with conflict and may find it difficult to stand up for their own ideas and beliefs in the face of more assertive types. They are all about building love and connections to beloved ones.

Character Examples: Arwen (The Lord of the Rings), Six (Battlestar Galactica), Romeo & Juliet

8. The Creator

The creator is born to bring something into being that does not yet exist. They hate to be passive consumers of anything, much preferring to make their own entertainment. Creators are often artists or musicians though they can be found in almost any area of work.

Characters: Salieri (Amadeus), Jonathan Larson (Tick Tick Boom)

9. The Jester

The jester loves to liven up a party with humor and tricks, however, they have a deep soul. They want to make others happy and can often use humor to change people’s perceptions. Sometimes, however, the jester uses humor to cover his or her own pain.

Characters: Lorelai (Gilmore Girls), Merry and Pippin (The Lord of the Rings)

10. The Sage

The sage values ideas above all else. However, they can sometimes become frustrated at not being able to know everything about the world. Sages are good listeners and often have the ability to make complicated ideas easy for others to understand. They can often be found in teaching roles or as mentors.

Characters: Gandalf (The Lord of the Rings), Yoda (Star Wars), Hypatia (Agora), Sam Tarley (Game of Thrones)

11. The Magician

The magician is often very charismatic. They have a true belief in their ideas and desire to share them with others. They are often able to see things in a completely different way to other personality types and can use these perceptions to bring transformative ideas and philosophies to the world.

Characters: P.T. Barnum (The Greatest Showman), Alexander Hamilton (Hamilton), Daenarys (Game of Thrones)

12. The Ruler

The ruler loves to be in control. They often have a clear vision of what will work in a given situation. They believe they know what is best and can get frustrated if others don’t share their vision. However, they usually have the interests of others at heart even if occasionally their actions are misguided.

Characters: Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada), Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones), Rodrigo Borgia (The Borgias)

Source: https://www.learning-mind.com/12-archetypes/

#archetypes #12 archetypes #which one are you? #i'm the sage ;)

[luneevenfall]

OC BIRTHDAY, SIBYL!

A newer OC but her birthday ended up being so close to her creation!!!

This is Sibyl (she/her). She is one of my handful of DnD characters, and she is a Tempest Cleric of Umberlee (I did a take on the umberlee symbol on her waist).

She is a bit of a dreamer, and for most of her teenage and early adult years, she was working with the Emerald Enclave to protect nature, but her missions always sent her to cities and forests. She longed for the sea off in the distance.

When she was in her early 20s, she decided to take indefinite leave from the organization, to go on a journey to the ocean.

She wouldn't be there for long before she was scouted out by a group of mermaids for human sacrifice, swiftly dragged underwater and to their cave where she would awake on an altar.

They were intending to sacrifice her to the Wavemother, and Sibyl couldn't help but think - how wonderful. You could even call it her dream. A voice boomed in the altar room; to spare her. The Wavemother accepted her - and as such, she became a Cleric.

However, she is also not the smartest tool in the shed (no shit). She is approached by a beautiful, big mermaid who propositions her; she calls herself Umberlee - Sibyl has no idea that Umberlee is her deity, and the two enter a relationship.

Cute little cleric doesn't realize Umberlee = Wavemother and ends up literally banging her deity. Oops.

NEXT BERFDAY: FEB 20TH

#my ocs #oc #original character #sapphic #lgbtq+ #sapphics #lesbian #my writing #oc birthday #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #cleric #cleric oc #tempest cleric

[witchofthesouls]

(Here’s a snippet of another WIP of the Darbys-Megatronus connection, so yeah, Other!Humanformers!AU.)

Jack had asked where whales went to die. The answer: they sunk to depths, down to the ocean floors where only creatures that never seen sunlight resided.

Optimus was a such a whale, perhaps this was a strange dream before a true death, sinking down, down, and down, past not only whale-song and schools of tuna and bright snapper, but legendary creatures as well. Immense serpentine sea-drakes battling equally-sized krakens, multi-headed monsters peering at his sinking frame and leaving him unaccosted, beautiful shades of shifting color and haunting voices as humanoid faces watched him with curiosity as he past down into the dark trenches.

All he could think was that it was unfortunate he couldn’t snap a clip to show the sparklings. Jack and Miko would have been entranced by it all…

The moment his pedes touched the seafloor, a mangled face and torso rose from the bed of sand and bones.

< From a court of stardust and forged souls. >  It spoke. Half eaten away by rust and coral, features distorted by time and decay, optic-less with empty holes, oozing out sludge as octopi and jellies tumbled out of one socket, the soft bioluminescence of color was beautiful on its grotesque face. It turned its sightless gaze upon Optimus. < Forge and Forger. What are you, little thief? Forge or forger? >

 < I did not steal anything. > He said, air bubbles poured out his intake, glossa moving in the unknown glyphs. His frame whole and hale rather than broken and dying from the Autobot base coming down on him. < Nothing unclaimed. >

< No, you say? >  It came close to him, the earthly shackles unreleased. The Void stared deep -pitiless and without end.  < Others beg to differ. >

< Then I ask what was the supposed crime? What was taken? >

< Something cast away. Twice fold. >

< Is it truly theft then? If it was thrown away to be picked up? > Optimus questioned. He slightly flinched as something brushed his cheek. A strange creature with a dark, slippery body and a transparent head. The exposed organs pulsated and jiggled from the pressure and currents as the fish docilely flicked its tail and swam into the Void on the broken face.

It laughed, face cracking and flaking from the force, booming and thunderous and immense as the crushing pressure.

< Insolent, little kin. > The corpse of an ancient god spoke with endearment, with familiarity, before ordering. < Find my kenning. Reclaim it, oh lost astrum, for its rightful owner. >

Kenning. An archaic word for personal battle weapon or flag. It was said that such items were semi-sentient, so imbued by their owner’s own essences they were alive in some ways. Gatekeepers and sentinels of memories and skills to pass on to whomever deemed worthy to wield such weapons or to continue a legacy. 

< And where would I find such a boon? >

< Elsewhere and nowhere. A dream within a dream. > It cryptically replied and stepped back with a misshapen grin. Broken and skeletal and turning massive, growing taller and taller as distant roars of thunder rolled far above them, voice booming over him. < Bring my kenning to a living act of theurgy. Bring it to the dreamless dreamer. >

Optimus was knocked to the ground, soft sand cushioned him, but beneath the quaking floor was the god’s massive hand cupping him as Metroplex once had, its size rivaling the majesty of roaming Titans.

< This is my will. > It was forcing him back up into the light, fighting the pressure and currents to keep them down below the world’s surface. < Wake the dreamer, little thief. >

_______

Optimus gasped his way back to the living, his vision shot and damaged frame uncooperative as a mass was lodged deep in his intake and tank over-pressured. He choked and sputtered, vents wheezing terribly, and multiple pairs of servos immediately pulled him to his side and he tried coughing out the mass. Someone then hit his back hard and it dislodged from his throat and onto the floor.

To everyone’s bafflement, Optimus retched out tarry sludge, seaweed slime, and seawater upon the floor as well as sea stones, coral chunks, and live fish gasping and flopping on the concrete.

“What the absolute fuck!?”

“Is this normal for Primes?” 

“NO! THIS ISN’T NORMAL AT ALL! FOR ANYONE!”

#transformers #Transformers Prime #tfp #optimus prime #optimus #jack darby #miko nakadai #humanformers #humans into cybertronians #megatronus prime #creature #Magic #gods and goddesses #My writing #fic ideas

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

(Headcanoned) Spotify Playlists For All The Aru Shah Characters

had a stroke of inspiration while scrolling through @namesarehard123's blog, and armed with (probably expired) lemonade, I had at it.

Plant Stalking Skillz- playlist by spider_shah

Royals by Lorde

All You Had To Do Was Stay- Taylor Swift

Everybody Talks- Neon Trees

There Are Worse Things I Could Do- Grease

Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore- Paramore

Adhd- Truslow

Dead Girl Walking- Heathers

All The Single Ladies- Beyonce

Carnaval Del Barrio- In the Heights

Dandelions- Ruth B.

Gorgeous- Taylor Swift

Mr. Brightside- The Killers

History Hates Lovers- Oublaire

The Dumb Song- AJR

U Wished U Were This Emo- playlist by shadowfaxnotprinter

Lover- Taylor Swift

Yellow- Coldplay

Producer Man- Lyn Lapid

Boy Bi- Mad Tsai

Numb Little Bug- Em Beihold

Overwhelmed (Ryan Mack Remix)- Ryan Mack

Mad At Disney- Salem Ilese

Riptide- Vance Joy

Detached- Lyn Lapid

Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift

Until I Found Her (Em Beihold Vers.)- Stephen Sanchez

Dancing With Our Hands Tied- Taylor Swift

Still Into You- Paramore

Romantic Stylz- playlist by prince snekkyboi

Happier Than Ever- Billie Eilish

Come And Get your Love- Redbone

Bad Dream- Stellar

Dancing Queen- ABBA

Kiss Her You Fool- Kids That Fly

Don't Blame Me- Taylor Swift

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham!

Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles

God, I Hate Shakespear- Something Rotten!

Therapy- Tick, Tick, Boom!

The World's Smallest Violin- AJR

Grace Kelly- MIKA

Freaks- Jordan Clarke

Times Are Hard For Dreamers- Amelie

Denim On Denim- playlist by eat-the-rich-and-good-biryani.

Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood

As It Was- Harry Styles

Gloria- The Lumineers

girls- girl in red

Teenager In Love- Neon Trees

Radio-Friendly Pop Song- Matt Fishel

Line Without A Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Turning Out- AJR

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Space Girl- Fraces Forever

Pink Triangle- Weezer

Jolene- Dolly Parton

Boy In The Bubble- Alec Benjamin

I Will Follow You Into The Dark- Death Cab For Cutie

Tear In My Heart- Twenty-One Pilots

Fuck Me (I Didn't Know How To Say)- Crawlers

Delicate- Taylor Swift

Bathe In Sanitizer, Elmo- playlist by YaKaMeLo

Someone You Like- The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

As The World Caves In- Matt Maltese

Fade To Black- Metallica

Wildest Dreams- Vitamin String Quartet Cover

In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt

The 30th- Billie Eilish

I Did Something Bad- Taylor Swift

Queen Of Kings- Alessandra

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy- Queen

Enemy- Imagine Dragons

I Write Sins Not Tragedies- Panic! At The Disco

London Boy- Taylor Swift

Brain Damage- Pink Floyd

Hiding In Your Hands- Dear Evan Hansen Bonus Track

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

The Man- Taylor Swift

Dismantle The Sus- playlist by here?AHHHHHH

Ordinary- Alli Grace

Dress- Taylor Swift

Stairway To Heaven- Led Zepplin

The Takeover, The Break's Over- Fall Out Boy

Wake Me Up When September Ends- Green Day

we fell in love in october- Girl In Red

Material Girl- Madonna

Green, Green Dress- Tick, Tick, Boom!

Warriors- She-Ra And the Princesses Of Power Theme Song

American Idiot- Green Day

You Need To Calm Down- Taylor Swift

Family Line- Conan Gray

We Didn't Start the Fire- Billy Joel and the Fall Out Boy cover

Question...?- Taylor Swift

Devil Doesn't Bargain- Alec Benjamin

Away We Go- Bad Suns

Misery Business- Paramore

pt. 2 coming... eventually. add in the tags any songs that I might have missed

#aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aiden acharya #aruden #lightning smolder #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #aru x aiden #hira #hirynne #brynne rao #brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao #mini x rudy #mindy #mini kapoor mercado lopez #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #rudy #prince rudra of naga loka #character playlist #paramore #ajr band #twenty øne piløts #green day #taylor swift #fall out boy #p!atd

[yumeka]

MAGIC & ABILITIES

Monday's magics can be classified into two categories: passive && active. her passive magics are the magics she uses subconsciously, without really having to put much thought and effort into casting (mainly the magics she uses for communication), while her active magics are something she has to actively be thinking about and casting to use, and are the magics they would classify themselves as a mage in.

PASSIVE MAGICS:

SCRIPT MAGIC: Monday's primary way of communication is by using an altered form of script magic. unlike with most script magics, where the script will perform whatever is written out, monday's scripts basically have no effect and only appear to put her thoughts into words. a good example would be if they said 'boom', instead of the script exploding like it normally would, the word just appears before vanishing with no effect. most people would find it weird to alter a magic to be effectively useless, but monday has had one too many conversations end with destruction for them not to look into altering the property of the magic.

ILLUSION MAGIC: this magic works in compliment to their script magic solely to make their scripts more visible to whoever they are talking to. this typically will manifest in the form of little speech bubbles floating by their head or whatever is the object of focus. in instances where words aren't effective, the illusions will form question marks or exclamation around their head, kinda like how they can be drawn in anime or manga. in scenarios where they need to draw attention to themselves (either good or bad) the illusions will typically look like fireworks going off to draw attention to her.

ACTIVE MAGICS:

DREAM MAGIC: A magic originating in Alvarez, dream magic allows the caster to harness an individuals dreams and pull objects, spells and on extreme occasions, people from the dream into the waking world. it often gets mistaken for a type of requip magic due to items & objects being the easiest things to pull out of dreams. this magic does come with some heavy caveats, namely being that the user cannot pull items from their own dreams, and the individual they are harnessing their dreams from has to actively be asleep. the moment the person wakes up, all items pulled from the dream vanishes, like they never existed in the first place.

DREAM WALKER: An advanced subcategory of dream magic, dream walker allows the user to enter and manipulate peoples dreams. while using this skill the caster does vanish from the waking world and is only present within the target's dream. if the dreamer is lucid dreaming, they will have equal or more control of the dream than the caster, but in most scenarios, the caster is in full control of the situation and can add or remove things to the dream. if the dreamer is awoken at any point, the caster is removed from the dream instantly, and it's a rather violent process leaving the caster dazed and in worse case scenarios injured. Monday only ever uses this magic with consent of the dreamer and uses it as a type of therapy to help people with chronic nightmares, going into them and manipulating them into something more pleasant to help the person sleep through the night

SLEEP MAGIC: Because their magic is heavily reliant on an individual being asleep to work, Monday knows the most basic forms of sleep magics. she never will put anyone to sleep involuntarily unless they are deemed as a threat, and in most situations don't disclose this as a magic they have in case they do need to incapacitate someone momentarily

#☾ ⋆*⋆˚ « headcanon. #please enjoy my long and winded breakdowns of monday's magics and how they use them.

[seavoice]

can you imagine being jordan in the last third of this book. you’re in a bitter fight with your dreamer/sister/mother/girlfriend after she tried to sabotage you and also was ready to put you to supernatural sleep for a bit, you are constantly wondering about the missing memories of your dreamer’s mother who shot herself, your boyfriend has disappeared into the night after learning that his little brother has died, the little brother who was your first dream friend who doesn’t share your face!!!, you’re having to constantly paint to stay awake and yourself, and the world is going to shit with bomb blast after bomb blast. and then. THEN. the maker of these bombs kidnaps you and sticks you in his creepy house with a helluva bombs and the unconscious body of your boyfriend’s other younger brother’s ex-boyfriend. who you have never met in person till now actually. you aren’t sure he’s alive so you keep trying to feed him sugar water while falling asleep yourself. nathan (bomb guy is called fucking nathan of all things) is like damn. so you aren’t a dreamer? time to go boom then when a bunch of people including your estranged dreamer show up to dream fight this bitch. you aren’t sure what’s happening. the woman who was part of the group that tried to kill you and killed the rest of your family is there. you think your boyfriend tried to call her to kill bryde but you think she failed. you don’t know why your dreamer is with her. you don’t think she killed anyone herself but it’s still puzzling why so many people you love think she is going to solve anything. she gets fake shot by her brother in the middle of this mind journey. you are trying to keep yourself and adam’s husk alive/unhurt. ronan lynch is suddenly here and he has a new tattoo and you are probably thinking about the last time you guys were together in a house you had not yet lost so many of the people you loved. also maybe he has been spying on you for days now? you gotta put your grief aside though because the woman who is the bomber’s sister gets shot for REAL this time. dream shit goes down. bomber gets shot by his surprisingly not dead sister. everything is presumably fixed you feel awake again. unsure who has started this problem but it’s been fixed anyhow. good, you didn’t have paint to spare right now anyway. you call an ambulance for the woman who got shot. your dreamer hugs you and you think you will start to make amends and that this will be a promising life at last. oh wait you learn that apparently your boyfriend also has been shot, by his mom. there is evidently a range (of gunfire) of mommy issues in your life. your dreamer is in love ??? with the bomber’s sister. very well. you go to virginia. the guy who told you never to look for him in case you die is just chilling there hiding with his hotter older wife from the all woman crime group who at this point are not crazy about YOU either. the dream friend you thought was dead returns randomly one day. “i walked.” is all he says.

flash forward four years, you and your boyfriend are getting married. neither of you have called any of the guests here

#birdverse #jordan #jordan hennessy #greywaren spoilers #my girl...

[magicalgirlagency]

*English isn't my first language so forgive me for my weird and long ask*

Salve amicus! I've been following you for a while and:

Thank you so much for creating Wondaria and the WBMR! Ever since joining in the MG world, I've always wanted to created a MG story of my own. At first, as the idiotic teenager I was, the story was pretty much a gore-filled, angsty and edgy, full of despair concept. Then YuYuYu (which could've been so good if it weren't for the Fanservice and Ableism part) draw me to a more hopeful story idea - but it would still had had a bad ending. Then *BOOM* PRETTY CURE SAYS HELLO. Precure and MLP have tossed me from a grimdark writer to full pastel, friendship lover and dreamer. Idk if that make any sense But after changing my story overall theme, I ended up having no idea on what I should do next. Sure, the story should be hopeful and inspiring, but what exactly is its world like? How did my main character become Heroines? Why did they become the Heroines? Should I create an organisation of my own just to spite the Taisha existence??? Is my story idea too childish? Wondaria inspired me. It saved me from coming back to the old Grimdark Cave I made. Now, my story is doing very well and my ocs are just goofing around, being adorable with each others. Your analysis on edgy MGs and shonen give me a lot of insight into those gerne, they definitely helped me so much in the long run.

So... about the YuYuYu series...

I've read through all of your WBMR for the characters and general analysis on why it's ableist and stuff. But I realized that, for some reasons, the Taisha wasn't mentioned much. In fact, I only remember someone requesting Taisha for an incubator and you talking about it briefly on one of the Ableist YuYuYu post. As I have said in the first part, my story will include an organisation of my own. I have some general ideas on what it is:

It exists to spite the Taisha and the Pedophile Tree Gods Shinju-sama.

It will be through this organisation that my girls meet their Caretakers, Mentors and Guardians.

It would actually care about its Heroines (& Heroes) well-being and would do everything to protect them.

--> The opposite of the Taisha, I guess

This blog has been a reliable source of information and knowledge for me to build my fictional world so far. So, may I request an analysis on the Taisha, please? Looking around the Internet, all I could find about the Taisha is a tiny bit of info on TVTropes and the YuYuYu wiki. And that's bad, very bad. Because, incompetent as this Cult of The Shinju is, it was still a very large part of the Yuusha De Aru world. How come so little attention is paid to it??? Maybe I've look in enough places yet but since your blog is in reach, well... Asking for an analysis from the Magical Girl Agency itself seem like the correct option.

A Summary: thank you for creating Wondaria and please dissect the Taisha from YuYuYu

Firstly, many thanks for this gigantic heap of praises!

And secondly, I cannot make an analysis of the Taisha, because I'm not fully familiarized with the Yuuniverse (Yuusha Universe, for short); I've only watched the first season of YuYuYu, and then I quickly dropped out after the second episode (I was so disgusted at the amount of zoom-in on Tougo's breasts and butt throughout the battle) and went to the series' wiki to check any more information out.

All that I can about the Taisha, is that they are a cult. A cult that sacrifices people to some Gods who want their entire species dead.

[bigskydreaming]

For no particular reason (okay I was musing on the Bobby Drake & Kyle Rayner parallels again) I’ve been going through my head thinking of other Marvel & DC characters who could make for interesting team-ups due to parallels and common ground.

Dick Grayson and Kate Pryde - perfectionist child prodigies constantly struggling against burn out due to how long they’ve been embedded in the superhero life, weighed down by the expectations of others, and pushing back against how others perceive them due to their desire to shape themselves according to their own self-perceptions.

Starfire and Monet - complicated (to say the least) family entanglements, supervillain sibling who simultaneously is the cause of some of their greatest trauma but also claims to hate them for what they perceive as harm done to them, often seen as stoic, cryptic and/or aloof due to how they carry themselves, refuse to be shamed for what others describe as overly aggressive or violent tendencies.

Garth and Rictor - elementals with extremely dysfunctional relationships with their surrogate father figures, Arthur & Cable, who they both respect and resent for opportunities and skills they’ve given them as well as the costs they paid in the process, both distinguishing themselves and stepping away/out of their respective mentors’ shadows by delving into the magic traditions that overlap with their base powersets and finding a new and stronger sense of identity in the process.

Joey Wilson and Rogue - both children of supervillains whose upbringing reflects and was greatly impacted by their parents’ ideologies and villain status, who have frequently struggled with their conflicting feelings about their parents, face mistrust from other heroes due to said connections and/or reluctant feelings of attachment to them, both have powers that additionally garner mistrust from even close allies and that they at times resent, as well as both dealing with issues of identity and self-worth that stem from the possessive and/or appropriative nature of their powers.

Currently musing on the parallels between Grant Emerson (Damage) and Tabitha Smith (Boom-Boom), Wanda & Pietro and Jenny-Lynn Hayden (Jade) & Todd Rice (Obsidian), and Raven and Illyana, among others. 

And of course, the duo of beloved faves who sparked all this, Bobby Drake and Kyle Rayner:

Both extremely overpowered and hyper-conscious of this, often falling back on deliberately immature or frat boy-esque behavior in attempts to stay approachable and feel grounded despite their awareness of the almost god-like levels of their power and perspectives. Dreamers and artists whose greater preference is to use their powers to indulge their creativity but who ultimately just have to find ways to use their superheroics as an outlet for said creativity as their focus and commitment to said superheroics consumes most of their lives and they have little time left over for anything else.

[holyhappyhour]

Glossary of Characters & Terms

(some of these terms may be different than what was established in the early days of this blog/TL. I'm pretty much making this up as I go and sometimes I change my mind about thing I've come up with on the fly. list will update as I think of/establish more)

Important Characters:

Conrad Walsh: Le's hunting/work partner, and romantic partner as well. Connie's a sweetheart with a lot of energy and a sweet tooth. What he lacks in fighting ability, he more than makes up for in loyalty. more

Alice Walsh: Conrad's older sister, Alice is much more fearsome than her kind smile and effeminate appearance suggest. She's a powerful witch, specializing in both holy and necromantic spells that make her a nightmare for vampires and have earned her the nickname of Archangel. But it's been years since she's seen fieldwork after being promoted to an executive administrative position, issuing assignments, overseeing investigations, and acting as the face of the Missionaries' public relations.

Nico Martin: Le's best friend and mentor, Nico is a terrifying, sadistic force of nature hiding behind a polite smile and pastel sweater. They've chased the vampire who turned them across two continents, dedicating their life to revenge. However, after finding himself growing more cold and unforgiving towards his own kind, Nico agreed to step aside from fieldwork for a while. more

Marcel La Rouge: Perhaps one of the most wanted vampire lords of the modern era, Marcel is personally responsible for a population boom of freshly turned vampires in the 1960's, the effects of which the world continues to see as those vampires have gone on to turn their own exponentially. Though he no longer leads a religious cult, his following is as strong as ever as he continues preaching and and pushing for supernatural superiority over humankind.

Matthew [redacted]: Le's beloved older brother, Matt was a big dreamer with great humor, passion for movies and exploring. Unfortunately, after being lured and bitten by Marcel, Matty tried to hide his transformation from his family, driving him to Frenzy. more

Important Terms:

Missionaries: the official title given to those who work for the branch of the Catholic Church that handles all matters dealing with the Supernatural. all missionaries are designated by the simple, blocky cross necklace they're to wear both on and off duty, engraved with coded identification and acting as a badge.

Reapers: an unofficial title given to active, high-ranking Hunters within the Missionaries, designated by the black sash they're meant to wear at all times. Reapers hold a license to kill and may be given special assignment including bounty hunting and high profile investigations.

Full Moon Patrol: the three night period around each month's full moon, when all active field Missionaries, including Reapers, are required to patrol the city watching for and responding to werewolf and other supernatural activity that may endanger humans.

LifeBlood (LB): the only FDA-approved supplement for vampire nutrition and a surprisingly effective alternative to the real thing, available for free, only through approved distributors.

(Unholy) Communion: the Catholic Church's own little name for LifeBlood, its werewolf equivalent, and the ritual consumption of such.

Frenzy: an uncontrollable state of hunger, usually triggered by the smell or taste of blood during a state of starvation. Frenzied vampires may attack indiscriminately, feeding and feasting until completely and utterly satiated. during this state, latent magic abilities may be unlocked, allowing vampires to use special powers despite prior magic ability or training, even after returning to normal. entering and surviving one's first Frenzy is sometimes seen as a rite of passage for some. vampires who survive Frenzy often come out with permanent physical changes as well, the most common of which is one's eye color turning red, gold, or black.

Monstrosity: an advanced stage of Frenzy, usually caused by a Frenzied vampire continuing to feed well past satiation. after entering an unstoppable, animalistic rage, vampires in Monstrosity undergo rapid physical mutation, beyond anything recognizable as human, and develop powerful magic abilities, often beyond their own control. unlike the common Frenzy, Monstrosity is irreversible.

#ooc #headcanons #h. #I'm still working on asks I got when I was low and begging for them earlier #but I was not in a creative mindset yesterday sbqhzhshzh #I wanted to do this for a while but kept forgetting #so #wow this was supposed to be quick and easy but I've been working on it all day at work lol #lmk if I missed anything you might have questions about #also I haven't thought of a last name for Le and her family #since Nielson is an alias she took on entering the Church