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byleriscanon713by · 4 months

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Modern byler au where Will works at a restaurant for door dash and when he works Mike orders from them all the time just so he can see Will.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things 5 #byler endgame #byler tumblr #byler is canon #mike wheeler is gay #byler au #byler is life #byler nation #byler headcanon #inspired by a dream

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secretly-a-catamount · 12 days

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I just had a dream where Dean Winchester had a clone (but only like sort of?) and that clone was played by the TV version of Percy Jackson.

And I’ve had like three different fic ideas about it in the last like ten minutes:

Dean and Sam, and by extension the Campbell family, are legacies of demigods

Lisa and Ben Braeden are replaced by Sally and Percy Jackson respectively — this has the potential to be very comedic. “No, Percy, I’m trying to protect you—“ “I’ve literally fought in mythological wars!” “. . . You’ve what?”

The Riordan-verse characters are Hunters

#inspired by a dream #supernatural #and #pjo #pjo tv show #dean winchester #percy jackson #sally jackson #lisa braeden #ben braeden #crossover au

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edniz · 1 year

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Bugs in the corridor, 2023

#art #painting #uncanny #uncanny art #bugs #inspired by a dream #surreal art

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a-trying-writer · 7 days

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(insp by a dream.)

Who knew Death could be so handsome? A tall man with dark complexion, and short dark brown hair with bangs that nearly cover his matching eyes. His face is squared and strong, he looks like he was made from the hands of a God! Even his body with his broad shoulders can fill out an entire outfit!

The strangest part, however, is his daughters, Lea and Ella. They barely have a physical body, and they wear very long robes with yellow lights peeking through those hoods, that seem to be their eyes. And despite being Grim Reapers as well, they are surprisingly nice, and just want to play all the time.

The only times I have ever seen their arms is when I first saw Lea standing at the side of my bed, with tiny pieces of shredded paper in her hand. "Hold these," she said, "and don't lose a single paper! If you do, you will be cursed!"

I can't deny that I was absolutely frightened when that happened, so I held onto those pieces the moment I took them without question. But when I started to understand that it was just Lea wanting to play some games around my home, that fear slowly but surely went away. The curse was real, however, when I eventually had to give the papers back, and the young girl reprimanded me for misplacing them.

I really didn't expect the child to want to play my video games though. It was pretty weird to see this robed being sitting on my couch, holding a controller in their hand. Lea also played rather well for someone that seemed so young, like a pre-teen child.

That said, the curse brought both her sister and her father into my home. Confusion took the place of fear in my body, as I spoke to her father about what had happened.

He simply smirked as he told me, "Lea loves to play around like that. I am sorry that she dragged you into this, but now you are involved in our life. I can't say it is forever, but I hope you don't mind having us around for a little while."

It was strange, I admit, to be in the presence of Death and his children. But as I grew used to their company, and bonded with the girls, I had formed a relationship that I didn't see happening ever in my life. Whether this means this is the after life, or that I am living in a very strange reality, I do have to say, I certainly don't mind this.

#rough draft #inspired by a dream #writing #writing is a hobby

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knightfire · 1 year

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Mini fic short, inspired by part of a dream I had this morning!

Short excerpt: Vacancy

Al was gone.

Husk squinted into the empty hotel room, feeling quiet claws of icy panic digging into his soul. There was no sign of Alastor inside. All traces of his presence and Power were gone, taking with them the half-submerged, hazardous swamp that had been his home away from home.

A perfectly ordinary hellish hotel room stood on the other side of the door that the chimera had forced open. The floor was glossy hardwood covered by a normal carpet, patterned in a geometric design that seemed only vaguely unsettling. The crown molding was full of blank, staring eyes. The furniture had the regular number of teeth and clawed limbs.

The lack of anything “Alastor” sat like an infinite hole in the space. It was a trap door, waiting to plunge Husk into fear and despair.

Al couldn’t be gone. Husk shook his head in denial. He’d gone to the wrong room, right?

Husk checked the door number again, willing it to be something other than the familiar 818. Al and his fucking love of palindromes, he’d insisted on having a room number that would be the same when read backwards. He’d even teased Husk that “It’s the same even upside-down, my good Husker! No complaining that you were too drunk to read and find it!”

This was the right room, but it was wrong. It was so terribly, eerily wrong. It was a liminal space teetering between what should be and what was.

Husk stepped inside, feeling the cold hardwood under the pads of his feet. Another step had him sinking into the sinfully plush carpet. The fibers crushed under his toes in a way that would almost be pleasant, if he wasn’t so unsettled. The lack of Alastor yawned ever-deeper inside of him as his weight settled on the reality of the situation.

Al was gone. He wasn’t casting an illusion to fuck with Husk, he was actually gone.

One more step, and then another. Each one came faster on the heels of the last until Husk was stumbling into an uneven run, searching the room for any sign of Al. Nothing. Not so much as a strand of red hair in the sink basin!

Husk’s pace slowed as he approached the balcony doors. One was cracked ajar, letting a soft whisper of the evening’s air inside. With a strained swallow, he reached for the gracefully fluted shape of the tibia-like door handle.

The door swung wide, opening to a modest balcony above the circle of Pride’s skyline instead of the precarious perch of the Radio Demon’s broadcasting studio. The big sign at the building front buzzed with faulty wiring and old neon.

Happy Hotel, it said. Vacancy.

It was all gone. Everything Alastor had done was gone.

It was almost like Falling into Hell all over again. The space was familiar to what he knew, but twisted and wrong. Not even the slightest hint of the Radio Demon’s cologne remained to caress Husk’s searching nose.

Alastor was gone.

Alastor had left the hotel.

He’d left without a word, a threat, or a forwarding address.

A leaden weight settled into Husk’s stomach at the realization. The concrete beneath his paws was hard and unwelcoming. When he stepped forward to grab the wrought iron railing, the claws of his feet scratched and clicked against the unforgiving surface. It was a Sound of Judgement as sure as the Seal that hung in the false sky overhead.

He shouldn’t have said the things he did. He shouldn’t have not said the things he didn’t.

He’d pushed back against Alastor too hard, and now he’d pushed Al away.

“You got what you wanted, ya damned husk,” he growled weakly to himself. “He left you alone.”

The vacancy in his heart shivered.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel alastor #radiohusk #alastor x husk #hazbin hotel fanfiction #inspired by a dream #the dream turned out more fun #find him husk!!!

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littlecupofyup · 9 months

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#moodboard #inspired by a dream #made by a friend

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Panacotta Fugo x OC Songfic

“A Dance?” (Abella Rosa x Fugo Panacotta)

Song isn’t mine and Picrew art doesn’t belong to me. Link here for Picrew

Abella is performing as a singer in a new Mexican restaurant in Naples. It opened up not too long ago but they’ve been in need of some form of entertainment for their customers. Abella required a part time job seeing as her occupation currently wasn’t in her favor. She required more money than she thought she would need for her boutique she wanted to open up in Naples. As a treasure hunter she was failing in the funds department. She would travel outside of Naples if she didn’t have to worry about food or a roof over her head.

She is where she is at now performing as a singer at the restaurant to save her career and the boutique she promised her co-owner/bestie. She must save up enough to do more exploration of Italy to continue her pursuits in treasure hunting. The boutique means a lot to her since her best friend and herself always wanted their line of clothing to be well known outside of the town they both grew up in. Though their business is excellent in France Abella had duties to take care of in Italy.

The owner was nice enough to let her practice before opening hours. He had given her a week to practice. It was more than enough since it wasn’t her first time performing. She enjoyed the musicians she was assigned to work with. They’re friendly and easy to work alongside her while she’s singing. The biggest help to her was the support of her friends she managed to make in Italy. They would watch her practice almost everyday. She’s thankful to them for all they’ve done for her while she's been in Italy. She wouldn’t be here right now if they hadn’t saved her life.

Abella stood behind a red velvet curtain nervously. It’s a full house and it’s so loud in the restaurant. Word got around Naples about the new entertainment a singer would bring to the restaurant. The stage is set up but the musicians are taking five. Leaving her alone with her friend Giorno. Their other friends were busy tonight due to various reasons but Giorno said he would make it tonight since it was her first night performing. He knows she is a bit nervous and could use the support. Giorno is also going to surprise her. Fugo, Mista, and Narancia were able to come too. He was able to change around everyone's schedules so they would be free tonight. Trish, Bruno, and Abbacchio couldn’t make it since they had important tasks to take care of. The two mafioso left five days prior for a mission meanwhile Trish was visiting a friend in America.

The curly haired female notices Fugo out in the audience. She is horrified knowing he'll see her sing. She knows exactly why Fugo is here. She is panicking to Giorno knowing why he would invite Fugo. The blonde don is good at reading people and he quickly noticed the longing looks she would give his good friend, Fugo. He understood her feelings since Fugo was the one to save her and unknowingly charm her with his conversations they would often share. Giorno also noticed her shy demeanor around Fugo as she is now.

The golden boy simply smiled at his petite friend who is grabbing the fabric of his expensive suited jacket and shaking his torso dramatically. He knows it’s an act out of flusteredness but he does understand he’s the reason Fugo is here to watch her sing. Abella has mentioned being too shy to sing around Fugo. She wouldn’t invite Fugo to her practices and no one questioned it with how she is around him. Her feelings were so obvious even Narancia knew how smitten she was with Fugo. Abella is currently taking out her over reaction on Giorno. She hasn’t stopped shaking him comically because he won’t stop laughing.

"Giorno, why did you invite Fugo!? I'm going to embarrass myself in front of him! He makes me so nervous! You know this!” Her face is red and she can’t control the fast beating of her heart.

She places the tips of her fingers on her chin, sweating. She is realizing the song she will be singing is about romance. Now her mind is going to drama queen mode. Giorno’s turquoise eyes see her thoughts peek in her mind as her brown eyes widen in fear. He lightly laughed, paying no mind to her jaw dropping. Abella is a dramatic one and he finds it funny how she reacts to her first world problems. He knew she wouldn’t be angry with him since he’s trying to do her a favor.

“He's never heard me sing before! What if I trip..?! Or worse he tries talking to me after! I won't know what to say! What if I stutter this time? Giorno..? Why are you laughing?!”

The blonde is simply laughing at his friend, choosing to comfort her with a pat on the head. He is used to Abella being dramatic and nervous about Fugo. He gives her reassuring words knowing how Panacotta feels about her.

"Your performance will be grand. You will notice your hard work and dedication paid off. I've seen your talent for myself. You will do wonderful."

Abella gulps but does ease up hearing his words. She looks to Giorno with slight relief, feeling hopeful. Her brown eyes are full of gratitude.

"Thank you... I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit when I practice. You and the others that is. B-but Fugo is out there... "

"Do not worry. I'm sure you will impress him."

"You really think so?"

"But of course. It's why I invited him."

She turns red at his words, images of Fugo flying into her mind. Giorno chuckles when she starts nervously expressing various scenarios she thought up in her head. All about how she’ll fail and embarrass herself in front of Fugo. Giorno gives her some more words of encouragement before it’s time for her to get ready.

She thanks him for his help but she’s secretly wishing Giorno’s match making attempt wouldn’t make her feel so nervous before her performance. Why did it have to be tonight? She touches up her makeup with a sigh, calming her racing heart. Her determination to impress Fugo runs through her mind. She’ll put her all into her performance. Her heart and soul will go into her singing. She's really hopeful she might impress Fugo. He's always impressing her with his intelligence and advise.

She begins her warm ups before the owner makes the announcement about tonight’s performance. Schedules for performances are listed for the rest of the night so the owner announced them as well. After the introduction the red curtains open revealing the musicians and Abella at the center of the stage.

Abella may face the audience but she’s too focused on the song. She must remind herself how she is singing about love, passion, and the longing for romance. The music begins and Abella brings the mic in her hand near her glossy lips. Her facial expressions show that of a romantic longing for true love. The first lyrics begging for her true love to understand how she feels. Her Spanish left her lips so effortlessly as she did her best to convey the feelings of every word she sings.

Fugo and Giorno sit at the same table together near the front of the stage. Narancia and Mista are stuffing their faces with the endless buffet of Mexican food curtesy of their best friend/boss. They smile when they notice their friend on the stage about to sing her heart out. Giorno is drinking his alcoholic beverage quietly. His observant eyes notice how Fugo’s eyes light up once he see’s Abella. Giorno smiles to himself knowing his friend will speak to her after.

Abella wears black high waisted pants with a big bedazzled belt buckle. It shines as does the matching bedazzled bustier she wears. No doubt an homage to her favorite singer with the same fashion. Abella designed the bustier herself. It’s black and the rhinestones used, cover the lower half of the bustier. They connect at the center to create an image of a heart. Her healed boots are also a nod to her favorite singer. The red roses on her hair match the color of her long painted nails. Her lightly tanned skin radiates due to the spotlight and help of her bedazzled outfit.

Abella’s eyes do not look to the audience, she is too busy drawing attention to her dancing. Her boots glide across the stage to dance as she sings. She memorized all the dance movements of the original artist who performed the song years ago. Abella did add her own dance movements to the performance but she didn’t want to leave out the longing for true love as she was singing.

(The lyrics to the song are in English and Spanish, Here’s the audio to the song)

Amore, amore

Love, love

Te quiero tanto

I love you so much

Eres mi ilusión

You are my dream

Eres mi pasión

You are my passion

Te seguiré siempre amando

I will always follow love

Si al despertar, amor

If the awakening, love

No estas a mi lado

There are by my side

Me siento vacía y me lleno de frio

I feel empty and I am filled with cold

Necesito tu calor

I need your warmth

Porque contigo todo es querer

Because with you all is to want

Contigo todo es amar

With you all is to love

Al cielo quiero volar

I want to fly to heaven

Y hasta tus brazos to podre llegar

And until I can get your arms to me

Contigo todo es querer

with you all is to want

Contigo todo es amar

With you all is to love

No puedo mas aguantar

I can no longer endure

Contigo quiero estar

You want to be

[Verso 2]

Pensando estoy

I'm thinking

A cada instante

Every moment

En sentir tu piel tocando la mia

To feel your skin touching mine

Y poder besarte

And to kiss you

Este corazón, amor

This heart, love

Se quiere entregar a ti

It wants to deliver to you

Hazme toda tuya

Make me all yours

Que yo pertenezco

I belong

Necesito de tu amor

I need your love

[Coro]

Porque contigo todo es querer

Contigo todo es amar

Al cielo quiero volar

Y hasta tus brazos to podre llegar

Contigo todo es querer

Contigo todo es amar

No puedo mas aguantar

Contigo quiero estar

Because with you all is to love

With you all is to love

I want to fly to heaven

And until I can get your arms to me

with you all is to want

With you all is to love

I can no longer endure

You want to be

[Outro]

Contigo, contigo

Contigo amor quiero estar

Contigo, contigo

No puedo mas aguantar

Contigo quiero estar

With you, with you

With you, love

I want to be

With you, with you

I can no longer endure

I want to be with you

As Abella was finishing the final lyrics to the song she noticed couples in the background slow dancing. The audience begins cheering once she finishes her song. She smiles bashfully to the audience. She notices that her friends are loudly cheering her on. To her surprise a couple roses are thrown on stage. One being from Fugo as her eyes widened in disbelief.

She held the roses in her hand with such appreciation. She thanked the audience in Spanish then again in Italian. She walked off stage with a huge smile on her face as there was more applause. Abella is blushing as she looks to the roses. One is pink and the other is red. The red rose from a kind elderly lady. The pink rose is from Fugo. She’s wondering how he could possibly know what her favorite flower is until she thinks about how she told Trish and Giorno they’re her favorite.

Abella is backstage in front of the travel sized make shift vanity she carries in a case. It has legs so it can be adjusted to her short height. She keeps her makeup and other essentials in the large case. She’s thankful her performance went well but she didn’t have the guts to look at Fugo while she was performing. She sighs wishing she was brave enough to confess to him. It’s easy to talk to Fugo but her tongue begins to tie when she desires to tell him how she feels.

She sat on her stool wondering how long her friends would be here. She’s supposed to perform again in fifteen. The musicians on stage are performing as a mariachi band. She can hear people are dancing and cheering to the music. She then thought about the song she was singing on stage.

“I can sing so passionately about love yet my voice leaves me when it’s time to confess my longing for love with him..” She thought to herself as she looks in the mirror with a saddened expression.

She looks to her hand, staring longingly at the rose Fugo had given to her. She smells it with a smile on her face. The smell of pink roses always brings her joy. The scent relaxes her, cheering her up a bit.

“Pardon me..” Fugo walks toward her with an awkward smile.

He noticed how she was smelling the rose with a smile on her face. She looks surprised to see him but he pays no mind to it. Abella is surely shocked, she begins to get nervous.

“Hi Fugo..” She quietly greets him.

“Your performance was amazing. Did you like the rose?” He asks with a bashful expression on his face.

Abella didn’t miss his bashfulness. Fugo is never bashful around her. He’s only ever blushed at nicknames she’s given him but she was used to it. She gives everyone nicknames even strangers but it’s so normal to her. The nicknames come out so naturally.

“Gracias, Fugo. The rose is so thoughtful. I really appreciate it, sweetheart.”

She felt so embarrassed by how much her heart is beating. She taps her toe on the ground to try distracting herself. Abella is currently hiding her hands behind her back. Her hands are shaking from how nervous he’s making her feel. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of him. Fugo is now blushing at the nickname. Her Spanish was nice listening to. Sometimes they’d speak Spanish together.

“Your appreciation for the rose is noted..” He spoke hesitantly since her nickname for him caught him off guard. He still isn’t used to the nicknames given to him.

Fugo does enjoy her nicknames but he can’t say them so effortlessly as Abella does. She has nicknames for everyone even their friends. He doesn’t want to over think it since he’s seen her call waiters, “dear” or “babe”. She never directed those particular nicknames to him. She’s always called him strawberry boy or cutie. Sometimes she’ll call him “sweetie” too. She rarely ever calls him by name. She calls the others “sweethearts” or “honey” but she tells him the nickname more often. One importance he looked over is how often she gives him nicknames.

As Fugo is thinking to himself, he failed to hear Abella talking to him. She was expressing her gratitude for his support. She boldly complimented him and called him tesoro. She thought she made him uncomfortable.

“S-Sorry..” She stuttered, wishing she didn’t make him uncomfortable nor stutter in front of him.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I thought I made you uncomfortable.”

“I believe I’ve failed to hear your words. I was deep in thought about a particular subject.”

“I understand, cutie. Do you need a tissue? Your forehead is sweating.”

Fugo’s eyes widened. It’s a big sign of his over thinking. He decides he’ll let go of the “subject” he was thinking about until later.

“I’d appreciate it greatly.”

He wipes off the sweat from his face as Abella repeats what she was telling him. She hesitated at first but she knew she had to say it. She’s had enough of embarrassing herself in front of him. She’s already done so enough in the past.

“I was saying I think you dressed really nice, tesoro. I don’t normally see you in dark suits but I wish I did.” She smiled playfully.

Fugo felt as though the wind was knocked out of him and he couldn’t breath for a second. His eyes widened but he regained his composure when Abella giggles. She knows he’s flustered.

“You really think so?” He asked without thinking. Her giggle distracted him.

“Of course.” She giggles again at his awkwardness.

He regrets not complimenting her back. She really caught him off guard. Fugo is feeling a tad foolish but he’s thankful she’s giggling. Abella thinks Fugo looks so cute right now. If he was this easy to fluster she would’ve tried making it happen more often. The compliment did give Fugo the encouragement to ask her to dance with him.

“Bella I was wondering if you’d like to dance with me.”

She hadn’t expected the nickname in return. She stood up and smiled his direction. She held her hands in her lap.

“You’d really want to?”

“Si, why not? Perhaps you could tell me about the next song you’ll be singing?”

“S-sure Fugo. Did you really mean what you said about my performance.?”

He places a comforting hand to her shoulder and smiles in reassurance. His face lights up remembering how she was singing. He blushed thinking back to her song of romance.

“Yes, your singing was wonderful.”

Abella’s brown eyes looked up at Fugo with endearment. He rarely gives her a big smile. She’s flattered to be the cause of it. She was so surprised by his actions that it seemed too good to be true. She placed the tips of her fingers near her mouth while a small gasp left her.

“Thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me. We could dance after your next performance too if you’d like.”

“You’d really want to? I’d love to!” She smiles whole heartedly.

He holds her hand, looking to her eyes sweetly. Abella gasps again and she feels as though she is dreaming. His smile doesn’t leave his face and she wonders if Fugo really is holding her hand. Her eyes light up transforming into hearts. Fugo wouldn’t be able to see it for himself but it’s obvious she’s in love.

The two walk out from back stage to the dance floor where many others are dancing. Families, couples, and friends its a delight to see. Fugo and Abella dance together with obvious bashfulness for each other. Many of the customers recognize her as the singer and smile their way.

Giorno notices Fugo taking Abella to the dance floor and holding her hand. The golden don smiles, content his little plan worked. Narancia points out Fugo and Abella to Mista who’s nodding with encouragement. Giorno laughs as Narancia is completely speechless for once. Mista wraps his arm around Giorno’s shoulders.

“You‘re the reason they’re dancing together, aren’t you?”

“The opportunity presented itself and I simply wished to help my friends.” Giorno drinks his margarita with a smirk.

“Well aren’t you a wingman? Why not be my wingman and make me a rose too? I see a hottie on the dance floor who needs my number.”

Giorno lets out a laugh but makes the rose out of a napkin on the table. Mista bids his friend goodbye so he can get the number of the beautiful stranger nearby. Narancia takes a seat at the table wondering how Giorno got someone like Fugo the confidence to dance with his crush.

“Ya know Giorno. You’re impressive. I don’t know how you managed to get Fugo to ask her to dance with him. Fugo is such a stiff. He’s lucky I taught him how to dance.” Narancia said as he rests both arms on the empty chairs beside him.

Giorno’s legs are cross as he’s seated across Narancia. He’s smiling at his friend, knowing he’s secretly happy for Fugo too. Narancia much like the others was secretly rooting for the two.

“It’s about time they’ve danced together and do the mushy stuff like hold hands. Any longer and I would’ve told Fugo something so he’d finally tell her.”

“It seems Fugo required a small push is all.”

“If you say so Giorno. If you ask me, I still think he took too long. You going to eat those tacos by the way?”

“They’re Miata’s.”

“Great!” Narancia pays no mind to Giorno as he stuffs his face with Mistas food.

Giorno looks to Abella and Fugo who are holding hands as they dance together. He knows they’re going to thank him from the bottom of their hearts. He’s happy for them. He’s also happy to get a night off of being a don too. Giorno’s match making would be repaid with an I owe you from Fugo and a new tailored suit custom made by Abella herself.

#panacotta fugo x oc #fugo x oc #abella x fugo #fugo x abella #selena y los dinos #inspired by a dream #divider not mine #dividers not mine #picrew link #picrew maker #Spotify

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aquilacalvitium · 2 years

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Strauss

Last year, I had a haunting dream about an abandoned house. I don’t remember much apart from an old woman with atrophy, a man who died at sea, cluttered and ruined rooms and an overgrown garden.

The day I had the dream, I started to write out what few words I remembered into a poem, and it’s been gathering dust ever since. Tonight, I finally reopened that old draft and finished it.

Be aware, I’m not a poetry fan so I don’t have much practise at all. I normally wouldn’t touch poetry with a ten foot pole, but my dream really inspired me. It’s pretty short.

Content warnings for death at sea, suicide and abandoned buildings

An old abandoned garden. An old abandoned house.

A long-forgotten tale, of the family once named Strauss.

The tragic deaths that befell them, few souls have yet to hear,

For it is impolite to share gossip, about those who are stood near.

The door hangs off it’s hinges, the carpet seeps with mould,

Once you step inside the hallway, the air becomes quite cold.

The walls are cracked, the windows bare, there’s clutter in every room,

The few looters that dared set food inside, soon found it became their tomb.

“Who are you?” Asked the ghost, “you are not welcome here,”

“I’m sorry sir,” said I, “I mean no harm so do not fear.

I am here as an observer, to see the fates of those long gone,

I am here to tell their stories, to see that they move on.”

Mister Harold Strauss, he met a tragic fate indeed,

shot down in a duel with his brother, on the ground he was left to bleed.

Little Missus Paula, wife of the man shot dead,

saw no more reason to go on, from a rope she hangs by the head.

Poor Aunt Owen, she sits by the fire, for she was stricken with atrophy,

Was caught by the flames of the warming hearth thanks to the pain in her sewing knee.

Uncle Sergeant Fredrick, feared no storm nor wind nor wave,

His body never found nor buried, for the brine became his grave.

A single room stands empty, awaiting souls that were never born,

Missus Strauss spent days on clothes, that still await to be worn.

The record player stands still, no music played in years,

but faint songs may be heard, if you stand and strain your ears.

Be careful as you walk, dear visitors, through this old and dusty house,

The many items that remain here still belong to the family Strauss.

Mister Harold’s pipe and Missus Paula’s vase may be covered in layers of grime,

but in this place, holding a thing that’s not yours is considered a terrible crime.

The garden is our final stop, the weeds grow wild and free,

the crops are destroyed, the greenhouse in ruin, dead vines choke the sycamore tree.

The fence still stands in places, though most beams have long since rot,

Feet no longer walk these paths, and the dirt trails have been forgot.

O’ old forgotten home that lies in ruin undisturbed,

no bark of dog nor call of crow has near this place been heard.

The dwellers have now left this plot, leaving just an empty house,

no soul will ever again hear of the tragic tale of Strauss.

#creepy #poem #poetry #creepy poetry #tw suicide #tw hanging #tw death at sea #thalassophobia #abandoned #abandoned house #inspired by a dream #aquila thinks #aquila writes

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daily--cats · 2 months

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A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡

#animal #animals #cat #cats #kitty #kittens #pet #pets #baby animals #cute animals #adorable #pretty #aww #cute #fluffy #goals #dreams #inspiration #motivation #vintage #photography

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nasa · 2 months

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Our newest class of astronaut candidates graduated on March 5, 2024. This means they’re now eligible for spaceflight assignments to the International Space Station, the Moon, and beyond! In the next twelve posts, we’ll introduce these new astronauts.

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#NASA #astronaut #NASA Yearbook #graduation #Class of 2024 #space #Inspiration #tech #technology #dream job #Youtube #STEM

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april-in-the-city · 3 months

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Your hair flutters in the breeze, your eyes shine golden brown. You turn to me and smile. It’s warm like the hue of the sun, bathing everything around in shimmering gold.

Your lips move, telling me something. I lean in, desperate to listen to the words I haven’t yet heard, to the voice that remains unfamiliar still. Your lips move, again and again, but no sound escapes. I shake my head, desperate to know what you say. I shake my head again and again until it pains. I close my eyes, shut my ears. I want to scream.

When I open them, you’re gone.

(found this in a google doc from last year)

#writing drabble #thoughts #inspired by a dream #i think this was a dream i had but idk #emotional trauma maybe??#no context

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minis21 · 3 months

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