ah yes, i remembered.
there was a shorter dream i had. quite interesting one indeed.
i was with a few strangers, all of us helping sans escaping a three story white building while running from groups of crazy fans.
'crazy' as 'absolutely feral & will rip anyone from limb to limb in blind rage just bc they stood near him' kinda deal.
so we were fighting off the ferals to keep them away from him, each of us helpers have a blunt weapon, mine was a crowbar. kinda heavy to swing but it gets the job done.
elevators were out of the question, something was keeping him from using his magic. so the only option was keep running.
at second floor, one of the doors bursted open when he ran past it, one of the ferals grabbed him by his hood and was about to drag him in.
i reached him first, then forced the hand to let go from smashing it with my crowbar, as hard as i could.
i think i broke that arm, cuz i heard a crack and an unholy shriek as we ran away.
when we reached the 1st floor, all of us were out of breath, scratches and cuts all over our body. except sans, we did a decent job keeping him safe.
two of us rushed forward to keep the front door open, with me running a few steps ahead of him, at this point we just wanted to gtfo.
but then i heard him yelp, turned around to see him has tripped over himself, falling and skidded a few inches across the clean white floor, with the horde catching up in twisted excitement.
next thing i know i was running, yeeting the crowbar onto the hand inches from his struggling ass, snatched him up, and sprinted towards the door as fast i could. leaving the ear-splitting screams of rage behind.
i felt my hands around him tighten as i'm reaching the exit, with his arm went behind my neck to stablize himself.
legs burning from all the running throughout the dream, ears pulsing from my own heartbeat, mixing with his shallow breaths and my ally's urgent yells. it was getting overwhelming, but i kept running.
then it reached its peak as we all leaped into the exit's blinding white light. time seemed to slow down as i felt his form curling into me, before everything i felt seemly exploded.
my sore muscle felt like they bursted into flames, my ears popped, i felt everything and nothing at the same time.
with my arms full, i could only squeeze my eyes shut.
my bedroom ceiling greeted me when i opened my eyes, arms reaching up holding nothing, fading adrenaline still pulsing in my ears.
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; OC AS A LOVE LANGUAGE
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; a knife called grief
You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.
; an undoing influence
Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.
; violent devotion
Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?
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Gosh, I still remember when Terminal Velocity posted their Megaman X video and everyone in the community (all 10 of us) lost our frickin MINDS. It was so good and so funny and so well-animated, and frickin LUCAS GILBERTSON reprised his role as Zero just for this video (and then there was that little ZeroX bit at the end that left us all in shambles for weeks).
I frickin miss the MMX days man. Yeah, we were always starved for content, but we had such a fun little community and it was so much fun writing fanfic and tormenting friends with sad AUs and gushing about robots with Juliana Wint and Saling and everyone. I miss thattttttt.
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