#anywayyyyy

[robanilla-writes]

Dreamtale <s>Drabbles</s> Part 3, in which the brothers bond over a good meal

about 1.3k words | CW: Self-hatred / self-worth issues. Implied abuse. Bittersweet.

Part One | Part Two

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Nightmare was very careful. He placed a ring of stones around his little fire and kept the flame low, relying more on the slow burn of the coals. He hums as he works, using what sparks of magic he can to fashion himself a small knife, which he uses to cut through leaves and grass and the fish he managed to catch in the stream nearby. He had been foraging today and had found himself some wild herbs and fruits too. Nature was a rather neutral force, but Nightmare had done a lot of reading as he prepared- he knew what to look for to keep Dream safe.

Dream had volunteered to head into the village and trade for spices and other useful tools that might help Nightmare cook. He was hoping for a cutting board, a pan, and maybe a plate or two- but he wasn't about to be picky. He looks up in the direction of the village at the thought of his brother.

Nightmare taps a rhythm along to his melody, which turns into a yearning call.

“I'm worried about him,” Nightmare whispers to himself. “I feel a weight in my chest. It feels bad, but this can also be good, because my worry means that I care about Dream. Overall, positive.”

Nightmare continues to hum his tune, pausing every now and then to check in with himself. He thinks he's in a pretty good mood today, despite the way he also feels bad. It's weird and confusing. He's trying to get better. This is also not bad.

Is he bad?

No. The villagers are wrong about that. Nightmare is the Guardian of Negativity. This is not bad or good. It is an overall neutral position.

Nightmare pokes at his coals.

“Mother, you made me to be the opposite of Dream, right?”

Nightmare sits still, and listens. His aura shifts in the wind, and his magic glows from his eye sockets. In his chest is the thumping of a weight, neither heart nor soul, that is ever confident of the answer.

Yes.

“Then… is Dream good?”

Nightmare stops breathing as he waits for her answer, not wanting to miss a single sign of her response.

Yes.

Nightmare curls up tighter, bringing his knees up so that he could rest on them. He flips the fish, avoiding a burn to the other side. He takes a berry from his small stash and nibbles on it.

Of course Dream was good. What a silly question. He was pure positivity, after all. Everyone liked him. It was only natural.

Nightmare’s whisper shakes a bit as he says to himself, “I feel a weight in my skull. I am upset, but I shouldn't be. This is bad. Overall, negative.”

That's what he is. A being of pure negativity.

Nightmare frowns. “Why do I feel other things if I am supposed to be bad? It is not always that I feel bad. ”

As he waits for a reply, he takes his fish off of the heat. Dream should have been back by now.

Then again, why would he hurry back to Nightmare? Dream probably felt so drained all the time, dealing with his heavy negative aura and bad emotions. The village wasn't safe, but…

He couldn't fault Dream for preferring the villagers’ company, who all loved him, and showered him in praise and gifts and hugs-

Your vessel is flawed and imperfect, child.

Nightmare looks down at his hands. He <i>was</i> flawed and imperfect. Which had to mean Dream was everything he wasn't; his brother was good, he was beautiful, he was loved.

Nightmare wasn't satisfied with this, and something within him kept pounding against his bones, cracking itself further and leaking through the gaps in his body. There was so much magic rumbling around in his vessel that it spilled from his eye sockets and dripped to the grass.

“Nighty?”

He jolts up from his position, wiping at his face instinctively, but only making his tears more obvious. He bites his tongue and looks up at his twin, doing his best to school his expression. It wouldn't do to put the burden of his negativity on his shoulders.

Dream frowns, and Nightmare hates it when he does that.

He glances over Dream's body and sees new bruises on his wrists. He glares at them- Dream's vessel was supposed to be perfect and good. Yet here he is, damaged and exhausted, feeling negative about… him. Dream takes a step towards him, limping as he does.

Maybe Dream was perfect and good, but only when Nightmare wasn't there with his badness to taint him.

That doesn't make sense.

Nightmare reaches out to Dream's hand, and Dream takes it as an invitation to drop down by his side. He is graceful about the movement, and Nightmare can see the way his aura glows. He sets his spoils down, and while Nightmare soothes his aggravated bones, Dream's other hand reaches out to hold his face gently. He has a question in his gaze, and Nightmare just shakes his head in response.

Dream doesn't accept that. He makes Nightmare look at him again and asks out loud this time.

“What's wrong?”

When Nightmare makes a point to refocus on healing him, Dream just sighs. He knocks his skull gently against Nightmare's, staying there for a moment.

Nightmare takes as much comfort as he feels he deserves.

Dream pats his cheek and moves away to collect the bounty of the day; a pan and a wooden board, a few small pouches of salt, pepper, and something red- Nightmare wonders if it's supposed to be spicy. Since when did Dream like spicy?

“Do you know what kind of fish that is?”

Nightmare sniffles, rubbing at his eye sockets. “Mother said it- uhm. It looked like a trout of some kind.”

“It looks like plenty for the both of us. Nice catch,” Dream says.

Nightmare thanks him, and takes the wooden board from the pile. With his small knife, he cuts into the fish so he and Dream would have equal halves before he seasons them. It would have been better to wait until Dream returned for this step, he thinks, so the seasoning could cook into the fish. He'd just have to try that next time.

Nightmare sniffs, and realizes a moment after that he was experiencing a negative emotion. That wouldn't do! He was cooking for Dream- the whole reason was to give his brother a happy, positivity filled meal. He pauses in his motions and wonders if he was an idiot for believing that he could manage that.

Dream hums. “Thank you for cooking, Nighty. Was it fun?”

Nightmare blinks. He looks over to Dream as his thoughts are interrupted. He had to backtrack for a moment to give Dream an honest answer.

“I… yes. I did.”

“Good! That makes me happy,” Dream says with a grin.

Nightmare stares at him.

“Me having fun makes you happy?”

Dream nods. “Of course it does. I love you.”

He says it like it was obvious. Effortless. Inevitable- because, well, of course it was. Nightmare smiles, the thumping pound against his ribcage easing.

“I love you, too.”

Dream's eye lights flash molten gold, and his aura balloons to engulf the world in that love. He grins so brightly, and Nightmare can't help but grin back.

He turns to the meager meal he's prepared, and with a loving touch, finishes it off with a sprig of rosemary on each side.

Dream claps his hands in a happy stim, and laughs, buoyant and joyful, and Nightmare is all at once certain that if he was able to make Dream happy then he could live with being in his shadow.

When they finally take a bite, the bridge of their noses scrunch up in unison.

Nightmare had added too much salt.

They look at each other and burst out in giggles at the same time.

They'll be fine, Nightmare thinks. As long as they could make each other happy… as long as they stuck together… as long as they tried.

They'll be fine.

#robanilla-writes #my writing #its certainly not fucking canonically dreamtale #dreamtale fic #dreamtale brothers #dream sans #nightmare sans #gentle reminder that they Are Kids #and that the tragic inevitability of their story Will Come to Pass #but uhhhhhhh yeah #they love each other. they are family. they are friends #let them be happy at least a little bit me #is this magic bitty bits? maybe. #i have a lot lot lot lot of thoughts about the backstories of all my boys #also also also if you're wondering why tf i use html for the italics and strikethroughs sometimes but not others- #its beause tumblr mobile sucks. and if i edit one word in a paragraph it then. changes the entire fucking paragraph. i hate it i hate it #aaaaaaaa #anywayyyyy #also i know it doesn't work. iknow you can see the little coding without the intended affect. i am sorry about that #this is how i write for ao3 lmao

[bossuets]

people on the internet are literally like you don’t have to come out of the closet if you don’t want to! that is completely valid! unless you are a celebrity and i think you’re gay then if you don’t come out you’re queerbaiting and that’s homophobic and you deserve to die. and they think this is normal behavior

#text #anywayyyyy #hit post

[mykaeba]

…he was just here so he could watch me.

#THERE IS NO SIGNATURE ON THIS #please don’t steal!!! #THIS IS BECAUSE I WAS CRYING MAKING THIS #(and didn’t want to go through the whole process again) #COULDNT FIND A WAY TO CONVERT PIXEL ART INTO GOOD QUALITY GIF #i was dying inside gfhjfjdhfgghjf #anywayyyyy #woo pixel art!! #dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #my art

[cadaverousdecay]

vampire hunting kit

#ignore the. fucking. forks #they’re silverrrrrr #anywayyyyy #ITS COMING ALONGGGG

[ambrosethedarling]

Yeah I have no excuse for this I just wanted to draw him topless again

#loooosely based off that one time he offered to dance in place of Harley #it’s in suicide squad get joker #I’m pretty sure #don’t quote me #anywayyyyy #jason todd #red hood #dc comics #ambrose art

[chrisrin]

homestuck alternate universe fic by unda 

#homestuck #hs #dave strider #sollux captor #karkat vantas #undaverse #solkat #davesolkat #chris doodles #ANYWAYYYYY

[curator-on-ao3]

With the Pikeuna accidental marriage jokes going around again … and my efforts to share more of my silly stuff … I’m gonna put right here a little something I scribbled between seasons one and two in anticipation of witness testimony for Una’s trial:

PIKE: I can’t testify against Commander Chin-Riley because … (*dramatic pause*) … we’re married.

ORTEGAS: Oh, that time on Dacarse Five?

PIKE: No, I wasn’t thinking of that.

SPOCK: Perhaps the captain intended to reference the incident on Glanose Eight when he and Number One united the fifteen tribes by partaking in their ritual ceremony of matrimony amongst the assembled?

PIKE: No, not that either.

M’BENGA: Oh, the Gebtus Moon adventure with that ritual dance?

PIKE: (*scratching head*) Not the one I had in mind.

CHAPEL: Oh! Oh! That time with those aliens that existed in a non-corporeal state and they took possession of both your bodies and —

PIKE: Definitely not that one.

JUDGE: I heard about a time on Oleous Five that —

PIKE: No.

BATEL: You told me you got the one on St’vann Two annulled.

PIKE: That one *is* annulled.

SPECTATOR: Was it the time that deep in the forest of a planet there were those glowing rings and you each grabbed one and —

PIKE: No.

BAILIFF: I heard a rumor about a time —

PIKE: I heard that rumor, too, and you should be ashamed of yourself for bringing it up in a court of law.

UNA: (*wearily*) He means the time ancient deities on Fenwiss Eight merged our souls resulting in a reactivation of their holy temple, which was actually the planetary leader’s brother trying to seize power under the guise of the manifestation of prophecy foretold in their sacred scrolls.

PIKE: (*arm extends straight out, finger pointing toward Una*) You see that?! You see that?! That’s why I married her! Exactly, Fenwiss Eight and the Merger of Souls. Thank you, honey.

UNA: Don’t call me that.

PIKE: Right. Sorry. Anyway, we’re married. 😁

#he doesn’t call her honey #because he calls her one … precious one #anywayyyyy #pikeuna #pikeone #christopher pike #una chin riley #accidental marriage #star trek strange new worlds

[golden-astrum]

office romance

#this is olddddd its killing me i need to redraw it eventually #u know what. i will def redraw it #bc like what is this #i dont like the lighting #and i feel like ive gotten better at art anyway #anywayyyyy #my art #ace attorney #aa #gyakuten saiban #nrmt #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #fanart

[watchyourbuck]

˚₊꒰ა Tease Tidbit Tuesday ໒꒱₊˚

tagged by my beloved @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck & @wikiangela thank you my loves! Will read your works later tonight💗✨

well so after i saw this post, I couldn’t help but to fall into a jacuzzi smut spiral, so that’s what I’m writing now sjdjdjdjs honestly? it might be done tomorrow 👁️👁️

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Buck’s head slowly straightened up, his smile faltering a little. “We must remedy that immediately,” he said, sounding way more dramatic than he usually did. He initiated movement, but Eddie’s hand on his face stopped him. “Not yet.” “Not yet?” Eddie smirked, lowering his hand. He scooted closer and grabbed Buck’s chin forcefully, briefly switching their roles. “Not yet,” he repeated, biting his jaw. “Kinda wanna torture you a little.” Buck breathed in, tensing. “Is that so?” Eddie nodded, making a soft, affirmative sound. “You’re not gonna touch me until I say so.” Before he could say anything else, Buck’s hand emerged from under the water and grabbed his neck, choking him. “That’s not how this works,” he muttered, anger seeping through his voice. “It is when I withdraw consent.” Silence. The grip loosened. Buck was a good boy. He would never mess with that. It took him a second, staring deep into Eddie’s eyes from under his frown. “You got the floor, then.” Eddie smirked.

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tagging in return @honestlyeddie @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @911-on-abc @eowon @bucksbackwardcap @bucksbirthmark @malewifediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @eddie---diaz @butraura @puppyboybuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @your-catfish-friend @fionaswhvre @eddiescowboy @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @buckleyobsessed @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @diazsdimples & @lover-of-mine 💗

#I literally might post it tomorrow djfjjdjdjdjs #anywayyyyy #jacuzzi smut!!!! #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction

[cringengl]

I hate to say this, but I think so many of the problems with Stranger Things (not all but a lot) could have been avoided if they had a smaller cast. It grew so much each season to the point where important characters and their storylines were getting neglected just because they have so much to focus on that it just didn't fit

#this post is about #will byers #vickie stranger things #lucas sinclair #jonathan byers #and so many more add them in the tags #like was eddie really a super necessary character??? was the russia plotline really needed??? #like i dont hate eddie but they just took jonathan and steve and mushed him together #idk is this controversial??? #also i just want to stress that this would not solve every problem with st *cough* racism and homophobia *cough* #(notice how a lot of the characters being pushed to the sidelines are often queer and poc) #anywayyyyy #byler #< bcus at this point the tag is more like a community and i want to hear ur guys opinions on this

[penofwildfire]

silly Finders-centric doodle page (have I mentioned I love this family so goddamn much?)

#I gotta get in the habit of using up full canvases #doodlin all over #I swear Bonzle is just as loved as the rest of them I just can't for the life of me draw skeletons #doesn't help that I also can't figure out what her role in the group is supposed to be #like how old is she even #anywayyyyy #ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago dr #lostshipping #cole brookstone #ninjago geo #ninjago fritz #ninjago cole #ninjago spitz #ninjago bonzle #wait y'all should they just go by “Finder” as their last name #that's so cute actually #cuz like. they all found eachother. literal found family.

[squash1]

Okay but according to you, when did ronan start liking adam...

i’m forever on my ronan has been in love with adam since he first saw him bullshit. like i don’t know how you can read this:

and NOT think that. i also firmly believe that adam and ronan are cosmically destined for each other. that they are fated to be together. and although pynch is a enemies to lover arc for adam, for ronan, it has always been love at first sight.

#yep yep yep LOVE THEM #anywayyyyy #ronan lynch #adam parrish #pynch #trc #the raven cycle #gangsey #mine #ask

[natjennie]

it's a little bit hard to watch captain sometimes because like. in the beginning of woodworm men for example, when pat calls him out on never having put up a tent, cap has the distinct air of a grown-up gifted kid who is theoretically smart but can't actually do anything, and is sort of facing the consequences of that for the first time. because the rest of that episode he spends so much energy trying to make pat proud of him, answering his questions and engaging and running off to check on mike like. it reeks of "I know I don't have any actual skills but please please please like me please keep me around I'm smart tell me I'm smart tell me I'm good please god" and when pat finally does reward him with the teamwork medal he is. overjoyed. the look of a man who has had his whole life changed by some silly praise. and I mean. yeah. anyway. it just.

his whole characterization, from the very beginning with "why is it always about war with you" "eawhewheeh" is so exactly someone who is desperately holding on to one identity that they've created for themselves, convincing themselves that they're loved and wanted by being needed, making themselves smart and good and important so that people will keep them around.

just. and the fact that he's not actually a very good captain, in the tiny bits of backstory we see, he's flustered. he's nervous and his troops aren't listening to him and havers gives all the actual orders. but he has clung to the idea of being in charge for. 80 years. because without that what is he? this mentality of like.. people know me for one thing and if I'm not that then I'm nothing.

it's all so neurodivergent and so very tragic, the way he doesn't know how to relate to other people without the mask he's so desperately attached to, despite the fact that everyone around him knows it's not real. like everyone else can see him for what he really is, but he refuses to accept that they still like him like that. you know what I mean?

just. the fact that the captain really isn't very good at stuff but covers it up with a lot of fluff hurts me a lot to witness

#anyway. #its hard to watch because um. #same. #anywayyyyy #bbc ghosts #the captain #dont mind me just captainposting

[flodaya]

when he said relive their youth he did not mean their literal youth but the youth, the beginning if you will, of their relationship, the first hesitant steps, the awkward crush phase, the first kisses and confessions of feelings, all the little things that brought them to where they are today as a couple who is still as in love as ever after close to 8 years

#don’t worry Tom I get what you were saying #anywayyyyy #what do I blame my sappy mood on #can’t be pms #tz

[valleydean]

Why

#anywayyyyy #cockles #jenmish #spndc

[oh-my-damn]

It just occurred to me that Chris Evans has said multiple times that his favorite Disney movie is The Little Mermaid.

A movie about a young girl who gives up her voice to pursue an older guy. She gives up her own world to go to his and conform to his life entirely, and even after regaining her voice, she chooses to stay with him in this strange land away from her family and comfort. All for this grown man she saw and so desperately wanted to be with. She gave up her whole life for him, including the things that made her, her. She adapted to him and his life completely, and he was more than happy to let her do it.

Thats his favorite Disney movie.

#and then he even almost married someone else lmaooo #anywayyyyy #chris evans #the little mermaid