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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 1)
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
GIF: Originally posted by @tavners
Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader
Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)
Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Home invasion. Voyeurism. Implied masturbation. Dream manipulation.
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: Wow, this took way longer to finish than I had originally planned. My head's been all over the place with trying (and thus far failing) to find a new job. The themes are very different to what I've written before; I hope it reads okay. Please let me know what you think. All my love, Saskia xx
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Fate.
A phenomenon that governed every particle of matter within the known universe and even those beyond.
Some considered it a comforting concept that excused them from the burden of decision making, citing: "I'll leave it up to fate." For others the phrase was a cursory, throw-away comment or a romantic line they heard in the lyrics of a song.
The real truth of the matter was that Fate was a trio of immortal beings, goddesses, with sight so potent that they knew the past, present and future of every individual to have lived. The mythology of the Greeks, Romans and Norse hadn't been too far off with their stories of the Moirai, Parcae and Norns but of course, no humans really believed there to be any realism in myths. They were just stories. It didn't matter either way; they existed and had influence regardless of what the majority believed.
For beings such as The Endless siblings, the presence of Fate in the cosmos was not only real, but also something that affected even themselves.
For the King of Dreams, an eventuality had been prophesised long ago by The Kindly Ones that spoke of a bond that was to be forged between himself and a mortal.
Lord Morpheus, in his pride, had tried to be above such a foretelling, even questioning its validity because the notion of a mortal accepting his version of the universe seemed wholly implausible.
But he could not truly stop himself from wondering about you, reaching out to see if he could feel your presence in the minds of the dreamers he hosted.
It wasn't something he indulged in with frequency. More of a once-in a-decade interval. Enough to appease his curiosity.
Of course, this was put on hold during his imprisonment at Fawney Rig.
Morpheus had had much to contemplate during this period. The damage his absence caused to the collective subconscious, the decay of his realm, the loss of freedom and dignity. There was also a chance that you had been born and died in the 106 years he spent in captivity.
What if he was too late and had lost the chance of discovering who you were?
It was a nauseating prospect that scraped and scratched a space deep within his being; bleeding him of his remaining stores of hope that were so significantly depleted after the death of beloved Jessamy.
Despite the nasty emotional wound, finding you was a charge that he assigned at the end of his priorities after his escape.
Recovering his scattered tools, restoring the Dreaming, locating his absent creations, unravelling the mystery of Rose Walker and confronting Desire all had needed to come first.
The latter interaction had left Morpheus with a seething rage that was currently propelling him down the boards of the dock that sit above the Ocean of Dreams.
The dense mist in the air is buffeted by his movements and the only sounds are the tread of boots, the creak of wooden slats and the lap of water.
With each step, the liquid becomes choppier as it reacts to its master's mood and by the time he has reached the end of the dock, the surface of the water roils fervorously, completely in line with Morpheus' dangerous temperament.
The words of Desire's final silken-toned taunt echo in his mind with grating persistence.
"Oh, poor Dream. I really got under your skin this time, didn't I?"
He is loathe to admit there is truth in the question.
There are moments where Morpheus ponders the turn that the relationship between them has taken. How Desire went from being his favourite sibling to someone one shade shy of an adversary. Their faultless adeptness at provoking his temper and manipulating the events that encircle him would be impressive if not for the danger posed to humanity.
The agitated water eventually draws focus to how out of control he and his emotions have become. Morpheus knows he must get them in check, and quickly, for he knows the consequences all too well should he ignore it.
He clenches his fist and swallows it all down, pushing it deep inside his belly until the crackling entropy of the anger is fully dispelled.
Morpheus then sweeps his coat out behind him as he sinks lithely into a crouch. Trepidation nips at his heart and tugs his attention to a sobering thought.
This foray into the water may be fruitless.
You may be long gone and there would be no way of ever knowing you.
His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath; he has run out of excuses to not look, even if he is afraid of the outcome.
Long, delicate fingers dapple the surface of the inky ocean. The waves still at the touch, obedient to him with instancy.
He repositions to full height and reaches into his coat to find the pouch of sand stashed in the pocket. A handful of twinkling grains slip off his palm into the ocean, lighting the water it touches to a luminous green.
"Find my soulmate," Morpheus commands silently.
The intention is set. He steps off the dock into the water.
At first, like every other prior attempt, there is no sign of you. Morpheus floats submerged in the tepid liquid, filtering through the hubbub of countless other dreams and nightmares.
Then there is a pull.
It is faint yet indisputable. Warmth explodes in his chest and he groans inwardly from the delicious sensation of relief.
You are alive, and you are dreaming.
A path of radiance appears in the water, a line that shows your connection, and provides a location for him to hone in on.
Morpheus dives deeper without hesitation.
As he reaches the edge of your subconscious, he rejoices that he got a handle on his emotions. He wouldn't want your first perception of him to be one tinged with rage, however unaware you were of him, with your soulmate being the source.
He hesitates for a moment before entering the dream you are in and is somewhat taken aback by what he finds.
A room comprising of four blank walls, a floor, a ceiling and a door. There is but one other feature; a window, and its view is as non-descript and inoffensive as the internal space.
You stand by said window, head turned from him.
Despite being unable to see your face, he sees your anxiety with immediacy. It is an aura hovering about your body, being sucked into your lungs with every fast-paced breath.
You begin to throw glances towards the door. Morpheus filters through the layers of the dream. No one is scheduled to come across the threshold.
The more he observes, the more questions arise in Morpheus' mind.
What was making you so affected? What were you expecting to happen?
There's nothing in the scene that is intended to be unpleasant yet you are reacting in a way that most observers would characterise as unsettled.
Morpheus, despite not yet knowing you, doesn't like to see you this way. His dominant instinct is to end the dream but he quashes the desire to review the bigger picture.
The empty room dream was symbolic of a beginning.
It clicks into place.
What you were feeling, even if on a purely instinctual level, was the anticipation of meeting your soulmate and starting your new life.
Morpheus steps into the frame, just a couple of paces behind you.
You feel his presence instantly, eyes full to the brim with tears as you whirl around with a soft gasp.
You see him.
The tears spill and patter onto the white floor.
Morpheus reaches out, overcome by his need to provide comfort.
You disappear.
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Morpheus is sat on his throne. He pores over the book he had located in the Dreaming's library a little over a week ago that contains the details of your life. It is something he has taken to doing when the impatience of waiting for you to fall asleep becomes too keen.
Your subconscious has him enraptured, watching it every night as if it is a stage show. Each dream he delves into is like the tug of fingers on a loose thread, your psyche has begun to unravel before him.
Everything from whims to cravings, hopes to fears. Your temperament, the things that delight and irk you. What drives you and demotivates you. He consumes it all with an insatiable hunger.
Based on the projection of yourself that he sees, there is no doubt that he is attracted to you.
All that prior haughty disregard for the Fates' prophecy has been cast aside like a negative thought in a meditation session. Morpheus is a romantic. A believer. He is ashamed to have even doubted your coming.
He wonders if it would vex Desire to learn of him finding his soulmate and by extension, the prospect of companionship, perhaps even physical intimacy or love.
It is all too easy to imagine the sickly sweet grin they would smile at him, shown to be fake by the almost imperceptible contempt glinting in their golden eyes.
Would his triumph drive them to distraction?
It is this smug sentiment that spurs his next decision. He wants more. The next logical step is to find you in the waking world.
He rises from his throne, a sure hand ready to bring forth his pouch of sand when he falters.
Tears pool in his eyes.
His mind is suddenly marred with the memories of what happened in 1916. The agony, mortification and rage that followed. He couldn't go through that kind of treatment ever again and the waking world expanded the risk of it transpiring.
"No," he says resolutely. His sadness turns to resolve, the hard line of his grimace matching those set in his brows.
He will not let the actions of a group of mortals dissuade him from going to you. And besides, he has researched everything he can about you from within the safety of the Dreaming.
He takes a measure of sand and uses it to materialise within your bedroom.
It is obvious from a quick scan of it that deliberate attempts have been made to ensure the space is cosy and calming.
Two marshmallowy pillows support your head. The cotton sheets have been meticulously tucked to avoid drafts. A lavender reed diffuser fragrances the air with a subtle scent. There are no devices or screens visible.
Everything has its place. A coaster supported glass of water within reaching distance. Touch activated lamp in case of emergency. The diary lined up with the back left corner of the bedside table, pen placed parallel in the spine dent. All clothes are in the wardrobe or stashed in the laundry basket.
Morpheus moves to the curtain-shrouded window and delicately moves the dark, heavy fabric to catch a glimpse of the outside world.
The scene is sepia stained from an old streetlight positioned right outside your home. It explained the choice of curtains.
You stir slightly from the change in environment and Morpheus allows the curtain to fall back in place. He remains stationary until your breathing returns to its previous pace. It is imperative that his presence remains undisclosed. He knows that mortals do not take well to home invasion.
Then, your right hand slips out from the duvet cocoon revealing a cushion cut ruby ring on your middle finger.
He smiles exultantly. The similarity between the jewel and his own now-destroyed dreamstone was undeniable.
The Fates were making it transparent.
You were the one.
Morpheus approaches the side of your bed now. In your momentary discomfort, you had moved your head, making your whole face visible to your uninvited guest.
He bends gracefully so his face is closer to yours and observes you with an intent fascination.
Even in the gloom, Morpheus asserts that your features are even more captivating now that he is able to look upon them in person and is certain that if he could guarantee an absence of fear then he would fall to knees and worship you right there.
Fingers stroke a lock of hair splayed across the pillow and his thoughts turn darker still, imagining what he would do with you if he could get you alone in the Dreaming. How he would seduce you with words, and then pleasure your body with his own until you were senseless.
Getting you there would be so easy, all he needed to do was move his hand up and touch your skin and -
Morpheus stops himself, deciding that now is not the time for an introduction. He will wait until tomorrow. You need to rest. It will be quite the revelation for your sweet mortal heart.
Morpheus whispers a promise, "We will be together soon, my precious soulmate."
He leaves after taking one last look at your peaceful form.
When he returns to the Dreaming, Morpheus discovers that the visit has riled him way beyond what he thought possible.
It was supposed to sate his curiosity and answer some questions.
It has done the opposite.
His craving for you is sublimely intense, opiate-like in its ensnarement.
He needs to possess you. To have you all to himself. Everything would fall into place. Loneliness, disillusionment, jealousy; they would never darken his outlook again. You would heal him, he is certain of it.
He paces restlessly in the low light of his private chambers as heat ripples beneath the surface of his being, charging him with pure sexual lust.
He hungers for the moment when you feel the same about him.
For now, all he can do is stand and touch himself while thinking of your face, an act that has been carried out repeatedly in the days since he found you in the Ocean of Dreams.
An erotic idea enters his mind.
Your subconscious is still in the Dreaming; he knows the feeling of it intimately.
Perhaps he could bring you a dream mirroring his own current fantasy.
To give you a taste of what was to come.
A gift that only he could bestow.
The mere thought of it turns him on even more. His back arches and his eyes roll back as he choses the words through which he would deliver the offering.
"Dream of me," Morpheus murmurs breathlessly. "Dream of me."
He repeats the phrase until he is unable to continue, moans taking over the darkened space around him.
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It is dusk the next day when Morpheus returns to the waking world.
The instant he touches down on the Earth's surface, he knows exactly where to go. The metaphysical connection between you is as strong as the energy pulsing through a ley line.
The city he is directed to is thrumming with life but the side street he stands in has been spared from the furore.
It is fortuitous that he is permitted to be unobserved for Morpheus is struggling now with the urge to get closer.
Providence is pulling him in and also locking him out.
He walks up to the door and then an invisible force makes him back away.
He doesn't even try to fight it.
The Fates hold all the cards. Morpheus is beholden to their each and every whim.
It is surprisingly liberating.
He is dancing in the cross hairs. Blinkered by the tie the universe has fashioned for you.
All he has to do is wait.
The door to the building is pushed open.
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I'll be standing tall (La Maison-Dieu)
A 10 songs bilingual Sycamore/Lysandre playlist
(in honor of Pokémon X&Y's 10th anniversary)
(Unfortunately, I don't use Spotify, so you'll have to make do with this YouTube playlist or look for the songs yourself. But do look under the read more for Lyrics Excerpts and all of that.)
Why a bilingual playlist? Well because I'm a bilingual guy, for a start, and because my experience with Pokémon X&Y in general and this ship in particular has always been bilingual as well (even trilingual, arguably.) I wanted to put together some of my favorite songs in English for them and introduce English-speaking fans to some of my favorite French songs for them, too. A lot of those songs are songs I've quoted, mentioned, or even used as inspiration for art and fic.
(Why is Augustine on the English side and Lysandre on the French side? Because I thought Lysandre would be offended at the idea of being on the English side while Augustine wouldn't care about it as much.)
SIDE A: ENGLISH
Sunburn by Muse
He burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And he'll burn our horizons
Make no mistakes
This is the classic, quintessential PRFR song for me. Its only crime is that it's het, sung from the point of a view of a man singing about a woman. That pesky little detail cannot stop me, however.
Without You I'm Nothing by Placebo (feat David Bowie)
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You've never seen the lonely me at all
Do I even need to say anything about this? I listen to this song when I need to make myself Suffer thinking about them. Oh to be unable to bring yourself to say something about your beloved friend's downward spiral...
Hardest of Hearts by Florence + the Machine
Darling heart, I loved you from the start
But you'll never know what a fool I've been
Darling heart, I loved you from the start
But that's no excuse for the state I'm in
My friend sent me this song saying it was about them and they were RIGHT. Shout-out to my friend for that. I like how it can be alternating POV, too.
Changes by The Happy Fits
I try to run away but I find myself, again
Stuck in the same place
Who will I be today?
I can't control the world or change it
This one was suggested by @jonphaedrus and I'm really happy I could have its contribution in here as well. This is very meaningful to me.
Celebrate by Metric
Even the darkest hour soon will be over
My friend, it will be over
I couldn't not put a Metric song in there! It was tough finding the right one... But I thought putting a more optimistic spin would be nice, too. I actually associate this song with SLaWCS specifically as well, which is a nice touch.
SIDE B: FRENCH
Pâle Septembre by Camille
Mâle si tendre
Au début de novembre
Devint sourd aux avances de l'amour
Mais quel mal me prit
De m'éprendre de lui ?
Did you know? This song is the reason why I associate Lysandre with the Tower arcana. Or at least, it's what put the idea into my brain first. This one is also a quintessential PRFR song for me.
7 Vies by Kyo
La vue est magnifique
Contemple-la tant que tu peux
La lumière alcaline
Le bien, l'ennemi du mieux
Tant que le temps défile
Tout doit se vivre à deux
Je pratique le langage des signes
Et celui du feu
I think I should be allowed to include some more vibes songs in there, although I'd argue this one fits them well. It's a bit abstract, but it fits.
Tout donner by Maître Gims
Tu es ma maladie
Ma guérison quand tu l'décides
Mes nuits s'illuminent
J'en confonds le jour et la nuit
A desperate, self-destructive pining song... What else could a man want in this world. It's very tasty. I think about those lines way too often.
Aimer à mort by Louane
L'espoir qui joue, le feu, le froid
Un souffle au cou, baiser de roi
Pour nous reprendre, pour nous défendre
Pour se comprendre chaque fois
Another intense but more optimistic one. I want to believe... I want them to believe as well...
Rouge Ardent by Axelle Red
As-tu trouvé, dans les feux, dans les flammes
Ton idéal rouge ardent
As-tu froid
As-tu peur de l'aurore
Tu disais "tout s'évapore"
Tu as eu tort
It's a song about being in love with a failed idealist. And also the color red is there. What more can I say. (Also, this time it's originally a het song from the POV of a woman singing about a man, which ties it all neatly together, I think.)
Happy 10th anniversary to all my fellow shippers, young and old, new and ancient, whether you were in the trenches with me back in October 2013 on this webbed site or you joined us in 2021 with the Pokémon Masters revival, thank you for loving them always. Here's to loving them more and more in the future, and here's to the Pokémon X&Y remakes as they become clearer and clearer on the horizon. (And maybe we'll get a Legends game, too? Wouldn't that be something...)
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Fanvid recs: Louis/Lestat
I put together a list of some of my favourite Loustat fanvids for Louis month at @iwtvfanevents. There’s a fair variety here, in terms of tone, music, and general vidding style.
(I put together a separate rec list for Louis character vids here.)
General Trigger Warnings (not all apply to every single vid): violence, blood, murder, some gore, fire, domestic violence, suicide.
bloodsport by @lezarus - Loving you’s a bloodsport (music by Raleigh Ritchie)
cherry (youtube link) by @cuntylestat / xScribbledDreaming - I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces. My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme. And all of my peaches (are ruined) (music by Lana Del Rey)
Horny Angry Tango (youtube link) by @jennaflare - Our love has transformed into hate. Damn! Sex right now would sure be great (music from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)
I Love You Like an Alcoholic (youtube link) by @fluffyrabbitofdoom - One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg (music by The Taxpayers)
Mamma Mia (youtube) by @homosexualslug / bravedeviatoredits - Here I go again! (music by Abba)
Me and My Husband by @claudiadupointedulac - I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute, and then I'll be nothing forever (music by Mitski)
Me and the Devil by alittlestitious339 - And I’m gonna see my man til I get satisfied - lots of dialogue from the show is used, subtitles available by pressing the CC button (music by Soap&Skin)
no children by @tallahasseemp3 - I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife. And I hope you die, I hope we both die (music by The Mountain Goats)
no more dreaming of the dead by rabbitmaze - In the shape of things to come, Too much poison come undone. - This uses a lot of dialogue from the show, but there’s subtitles if you press the CC button. (music - starts with Placebo, ends with Florence and the Machine)
off to the races (youtube link) by @cuntylestat/ xScribbledDreaming - My old man is a bad man (music by Lana Del Rey)
Rid of Me (youtube link) by @jennaflare - Tie yourself to me, no one else, no. You're not rid of me (music is a cover of PJ Harvey by Nilüfer Yanya)
Rip (youtube link) by @idontwikeit - You were there to rip apart, It always ends without a start (music by Snow Ghosts)
smoking section by @greatmortality - And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof, and I think I'll jump just to punish you. And if I should float on the taxis below, no one will notice, no one will know (music by St. Vincent)
Strangelove by sarpazoa - There’ll be times when my crimes will seem almost unforgivable (music by Depeche Mode)
vampire empire by @dykekingofhell - Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go. So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control (music by Big Thief)
who is in control? (youtube link) by @annefraid / ohann4115 - dual character study of Louis & Lestat - Goddamn right, you should be scared of me (music by Halsey)
позови меня с собой (ask me to come with you) (youtube link) by @fireboiii - This song is in Russian, which I don’t know, so I have no lyrics for you. But it’s lovely. (music by Palina)
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[10.40]
― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader
― content warnings : fluff, implied smut, angst with a happy ending, royals au, Changbin is a King, reader manages to time travel 700 years in the past, medieval settings // there’s a huge Placebo lyrics quote, ring a bell if you find it
― word count : 5.419
― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌
👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES
Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin
Tightly clutching your bag a little closer to your side, you hurriedly tried to walk back home without getting even wetter, your pastel pink umbrella unfortunately not doing a great job of shielding your body from the heavy downpour.
Walking home turned out to be a real challenge, since the rain almost made it impossible to see, and you momentarily cursed yourself because you could have stayed at work a little bit more and wait for the rain to stop; you loved working at the local museum and probably, enjoying the thunderstorm from another point of view would have been incredibly better.
Cars were speeding home, and the few people you met in the streets were in the same state as you were: desperate, drenched, pissed off at the weather. You were about to take the final turn at the crossroad in order to get back home, when a narrow alleyway on your left suddenly caught your attention, looking suspiciously dry, considering the fact that it had been raining for hours.
What really caught your attention, however, was the faint white light that was floating in mid-air right in the middle of it; strangely enough, the light seemed to pulsate as soon as you thought about approaching it, almost as if it somehow could hear your thoughts and directly react to them.
Furrowing your brows, you closed your umbrella, placed it on the side of the street, and slowly started to take few wary steps forward; you’ve been living in that city since you were born and, on top of that, you’ve been walking the same streets every day to go to work and not even once you saw that alleyway. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but the mere fact that the floor was dry - there was no sign of rain despite the alleyway not having any kind of roof, provided to intrigue you, and so, you stood there, your palm slightly outstretched towards that bright white light which was still peacefully floating around, swirling around your hand.
As if something came over you, you found yourself outstretching the palm of your hand, and the white light immediately rested on top of it; the ground seemed to open beneath your feet, making you fall in a bright white light. You felt like you were falling for what seemed like minutes, the sensation of not being able to get a grasp on reality pervaded yours senses and making you feel both powerless and frightened, since all you could see anywhere you turned was that warm white light.
Eventually, your fall met its end as you met a soft, wide canopy bed.
«Who are you?!» a deep and raspy voice shouted, and you mirrored the boy’s action, frightened, as you watched with unfamiliarity what seemed like a room belonging to a castle from one of the tales you read as you were a child.
You woke up with a groan; glancing at the window, you deduced that it was still the middle of the night. You sighed, plopping back on your bed, finding ridiculous to have the same dream since you unknowingly managed to time travel.
It’s been a month since you managed to time travel 700 years in the past – literally falling into King Changbin’s bed, and it’s been a month since you’ve been living undercover as a Princess coming from a faraway land, thanks to his royal counsellor’s unexpected suggestion.
Surprisingly enough, Changbin immediately believed you when you told him you came from the future – he couldn’t really do otherwise since you showed him your now broken phone along with what was inside your bag. You being the Princess added to the fact that you came from another timeline inevitably meant that you and Changbin spent every day together; you quickly learned that despite his stoic behaviour, once he was far from the public eye, Changbin was a child at heart.
He was always asking you many different questions about your time and he would marvel like a child at your curious stories: skyscrapers, planes, phones… Changbin’s eyes would be always as wide as the moon with stupor, asking you an improbable number of details, and this was one of the many reasons why you loved to spend your days with him.
The fact that Changbin was an exceptionally fun and kind boy and so handsome to put you in a state of awe were all bonuses you never failed to silently appreciate.
A figure that puzzled you was his royal counsellor; a man around fifty years old, always looking at you with a kind of bittersweet, knowing expression. He’d spend half of his days secretly teaching you about proper etiquette and customs and traditions of that time, so that nothing could give away the truth.
Sometimes, his answers made you think that he came from the future as well, but you weren’t certain about it. You didn’t want to ruin everything, especially since you didn’t know if and when you could go back home, and so you always kept silent and hid those doubts for yourself.
With another sigh, you settled for tossing and turning in your bed until eventually, you managed to fall asleep once again.
«The Princess will ride with me.» Changbin announced, noticing the panic flashing through your eyes at the mention that you had to ride a horse.
Of course, in a somewhat medieval era, almost everyone could ride one, but in 2020, it wasn’t that common anymore. Your grateful eyes met Changbin’s amused ones and he briefly winked at you before his royal counsellor politely bowed in front of you, claiming your attention, before reaching out in order to help you up.
«If you need to distract yourself,» he hastily whispered as his hands held your waist, «singing “Take on Me” by A-ha, always works..» you petrified for a second, confused by his suggestion but also now absolutely certain that he as well came from the future; without any further explanation, he quickly and effortlessly lifted you up, so that now you were sitting sideways in front of Changbin and between his strong arms.
«I should teach you, sometimes.» Changbin’s lips grazed your ear in his usual teasing manner, «But I enjoy this too much.» you instinctively rolled your eyes, turning your head and looking away from him, fighting the bush tainting your cheeks. You did not have any further time to try to search for his counsellor’s gaze since Changbin started to ride as soon as he was satisfied with your position, and therefore you had to focus on clinging on him and preventing yourself from falling off his black horse. Despite the fact that you were terrified to fall, Changbin’s strong arms never faltered, and his laughter surrounded the two of you as you muttered a quiet «Show off.» as he was holding the reigns with one hand and the other was holding your waist, pulling you against his strong chest. Neither of you said anything as one of your hands tentatively reached out to intertwine with his, who simply returned the action.
Changbin’s interest towards you was obvious, and you knew yours was as well; he was unmarried – he quickly explained that he did not need a bride to claim his position as King, so you never felt like you were crossing boundaries anytime your lingering touches occasionally became a little bolder but still, he never kissed you, or touched you inappropriately.
Even if the both of you often found yourself so close your noses were almost brushing – especially when you both had to practice ballroom dance, he never closed the space between the two of you, even if desire was evident in his eyes. Somehow, you had the sensation that Changbin did not completely trust you yet, and you couldn’t exactly blame him, but for some strange reason, deep in your heart, you found yourself wanting to win his trust – and his heart as well.
You quickly learned why Changbin never completely let his guard down around you few hours later you left for your horse trip. As Changbin – along with few of his most trusted army officers, were crossing a path surrounded by trees, a threatening group of bandits jumped out of nowhere, with the clear intention of attacking them, and to kill Changbin.
Needless to say, you were frightened and opted to cling to Changbin’s side, trusting him with your life while keeping your eyes tightly closed; recalling the counsellor’s bizarre advice, you really found yourself trying to silently sing your head in order to shut down and distract yourself from the noise of swords clashing against each other and pained groans of people being killed. Changbin’s arms instinctively hugged you closer, and if you were a little less in a panic state, you’d notice how his arms held your waist in a completely different and slightly more intimate way and hiding a new, different emotion behind it.
«Breathe.» Changbin’s gentle voice whispered in your ear, and you managed to hesitantly open your eyes just to look at him; in the moment your teary eyes met his worried ones, he leaned in to press a lingering kiss the side of your head. «It’s okay now.» he whispered again, and you nodded, doing your best of trying to relax into his arms.
The group of bandits had been neutralized, and your group resumed your travel towards the village you were originally headed to.
No matter how much you tried to, you still could not sleep and so, that’s how you found yourself in the inn’s cosy hall, staring blankly at the wall with your chin placed on the palm of your hand; even if you were doing your best to forget, your mind was definitely not listening to you, and yet kept thinking about what happened few hours earlier. You were so engrossed by trying to force your brain to listen to your will, that you didn’t notice the chair next to yours being moved, only for a familiar figure to sit on it.
«Did it work?» the royal counsellor asked, and you moved your head just to look at him, wordlessly and with an extremely sad expression, before resuming your action of staring at the wall; you nodded with furrowed brows few moments later, and you fell into a comfortable silence.
«Would listening to my story help you to get distracted?» he asked, and you nodded immediately. Apparently, he managed to time travel exactly as you did – touching a strange white light during a heavy thunderstorm, and since then, he never came back.
«I can’t go back?!» you panicked, your head snapping towards his at the mention.
«A “portal” opens every six months, you can go back anytime you want.» he answered, explaining you that he simply didn’t want to go back. He arrived much before you did; in fact, he was only twenty back then, just like you. «I didn’t leave anyone behind in our world,» his soft voice explained, «the thirty years I spent here were much more entertaining.»
«Thirty years?!» you exclaimed, much closer to a yell than to a whisper, and he laughed at your expression. «No wonder you suggested me to sing along to 80’s music.» you added with an amused frown.
«Changbin pretended to fall in that ambush to see if you were really honest with your story on time travelling.» he added, explaining that it happened the same thing with him, back then, while Changbin’s father was the King. «There are people trying to kill him on a daily basis-»
«I hope now he realized he can trust me.» you cut him off, shaking your head as if it could get rid of the sensation being in the middle of bloody conflict. He nodded, and once again, you fell into a comfortable silence which didn’t last too much, since he was also naturally curious to know how much his world had changed, and so you sat there, explaining 30 years of important discoveries to a runaway from your time.
«You’d be surprised to know that Madonna is still making music.» you said, and he gasped, making you giggle; you tried as well to describe to him how music trends changed but it turned out to be more difficult than you thought, especially because you refused to sing, since you couldn’t sing to save your life.
«Sometimes I thought about introducing them to pop culture.» he admitted, and you raised an eyebrow in interest. «It’s still too early.» he quickly added, shaking his head.
«Did you ever try to introduce some… inventions… earlier than they were originally discovered?» you asked, curiously.
«Every time someone manages to travel back… They somehow change history, even if it’s just a single minute.» He sighed, answering with a brief nod, «Since I’m a physicist and a historian, and I thought about introducing new things that could improve everyone’s lifestyle quite a lot when I first arrived… Let’s just say that changing history is a risk I don’t want to take.» he smiled, tilting his head to the side «And you shouldn’t, either.» you were about to ask him what he meant, when he suddenly settled for changing the topic.
«Go talk to the King,» he said «It’s late, but he’s still up.» you nodded, adverting your gaze. After the two of you politely exchanged your goodnights, you walked back upstairs, heading towards Changbin’s room instead of yours.
Hesitation had the best of you and you stood there, your hand raised in mid-air while contemplating if joining a man in his room in the middle of the night was the best thing to do considering the time period you were living in; with a final sigh, your instinct had the best of you, and Changbin’s raspy «Come in,» made you take a final slow, deep breath before going in.
Changbin seemed genuinely surprised to see you enter the room, but definitely not displeased; you tried to concentrate anywhere but on his frame, deducing he probably decided it was not worth to get dressed since he was still leaning against the small balcony of his room while being shirtless and his pants were hanging low on his hips. Changbin turned towards you, the moonlight reflected on his honey coloured skin and his dark hair making him appear somehow ethereal, and you accepted his invitation to join him, happy that you could focus somewhere else but on his toned body.
«Couldn’t sleep?» he asked, a smile adorning his pretty lips, his back leaning against the balcony and his head turned towards you, which were facing the opposite way.
«Things like that don’t happen in my time.» you nodded, «I hope you got the confirmations you needed.» you added, glancing at him with a stern gaze.
Changbin scoffed, «You can’t exactly blame me, Princess.», his raspy voice never faltered from the gentle tone he had always used with you; with a sigh, you found yourself nodding at him, understanding that his position required him to trust the less people he could.
«I’m gonna have nightmares for days.» you admitted with a weak whine, and Changbin chuckled in response. You let his gentle touch pull you to his body, and all the shyness that you felt until a moment before, vanished as you felt Changbin’s strong arms gently snaking around your waist; you let him gently and slowly rock your bodies to the side to the rhythm of a song he was quietly mumbling, and you found yourself getting lost in the feeling of drowsiness as your head was placed on the crook of his neck and your hands were on his firm chest.
«I have troubles sleeping, too.» he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. «We should share a bed, tonight.»
Despite the fact that you perfectly knew that back in those days, your behaviour would have been considered quite outrageous, you nodded without hesitation, and few moments later you and Changbin were laying on your sides, your back pulled against his chest and his arm tightly wrapped around your waist while your fingers interlocked under the soft blankets.
You and Changbin sleeping together quickly became a daily habit, and the rumour spreaded between the Court as quickly as wildfire.
Changbin never tried to do anything to you – despite the time period he kept saying that he respected you enough to wait for you to start any kind of intimate action, even if he was undoubtedly attracted physically and emotionally to you; the rumours, however, were on a whole different level, and people already started to wonder about a possible heir.
Needless to say, you panicked every time, terrified of how even kissing Changbin could mean changing history in a somehow irreparable way. You knew you had to go back to your world in few months, and you also knew not to get too attached to Changbin, but he made it so hard not to fall for him that sometimes you’d be looking into his eyes, wondering why no man in your world has never been capable to make your heart race like Changbin could.
«You have to explain something to me, Princess.» Changbin said one day as the two of you were relaxing under a gazebo in the Castle’s garden. You curiously tilted your head towards him, ignoring your heart picking up pace as your gaze locked and you saw mischief in his eyes, meaning he definitely was up to something. «If I wanted to make you mine, what would I have to do?» you blushed furiously at his words, definitely not expecting this kind of confession on a Thursday afternoon.
«Do you mean, in the future?» you asked in disbelief, not making eye contact with Changbin but suddenly deciding that the drawings on your teacup were incredibly interesting.
«Of course, yes.» he said, and as quickly as you could, you glanced at him before carefully choosing your words.
«Well,» you sighed, «first, you’d have to take me on dates…» and so, you spent the next hour explaining how relationship worked in your time, explaining that couples weren’t strictly and necessarily arranged by social status, and arranged marriage were non-existent anymore. You’ve had few boyfriends, and you weren’t a virgin anymore; knowing that Changbin also wasn’t, made his natural surprised reactions more funny and possibly even more cute.
«So… Can this be considered a date?» Changbin excitedly interrupted you, and you nodded at him. Changbin’s happy smile was unparalleled, and without realizing, you found yourself smiling back at him, sharing the same shy yet genuine happiness.
Changbin definitely take the concept of “dating” seriously; for the following months, you went on dates almost every day, he’d always take you to visit new places and you found yourself having fun, aware that as your fingers naturally interlocked as you were walking, your heart was also naturally melting in order to solidify once again in Changbin’s safe hands.
«I’ll show you something,» you said as you furtively sneaked in Changbin’s private room one sunny Friday afternoon. Changbin curiously looked up from the documents he was signing, and for a single moment, you forgot about your original plans as you effectively noticed how good Changbin looked dressed in white. «But it must remain a secret.» you added, explaining that not a single soul had to know about it, especially the royal counsellor.
Wear your most comfortable clothes!» you added, before quickly walking out of his room in order to get changed as well. You made sure to wear the denim jeans you had when you travelled back into the past, right under two cotton skirt, their cotton fabric not being too heavy to wear at the same time. Changbin patiently waited for you in front of your room, still confused at your behaviour and questioning why you were carrying a round bag along with you, but you remained as vague as you could, leading him through the Castle until you arrived at the stable. Turning towards him you asked him to take you to the largest field he knew, and he furrowed his brows, even more confused.
«Come on!» you giggled, and he nodded with a sigh.
Changbin complied with your request and, approximatively half an hour later, you arrived to a nice flower field, far away from the city enough to show him what you wanted to. As his black horse was now busy eating some grass, you happily took some deep breaths, happy to finally breathe some fresh air; you turned once again towards Changbin, which was still looking at you as if you had gone crazy.
«This is a way to have fun in the future.» you said, giggling at his expression before walking up to the bag you carried along, in order to take out a ball made of fabric and leather sewed together. It wasn’t exactly cute, but you explained that in your age, they were made with different things, and beside the ugly looks, it was still practical – you didn’t want to admit that you attempted to play soccer in your room and almost destroyed half of the furniture.
You have never been an expert about it, so you quickly explained few basic rules of soccer to Changbin, which curiously listened to you.
«You have fun… kicking a ball?» Changbin’s confusion made you stop for a moment, questioning if it really was a good idea since back in your time, you quite despised that sport but now that you were 700 years in the past, it seemed much more entertaining and funny than you originally thought. Changbin seemed to notice the change in your behaviour, and quickly asked you how were you supposed to create said doors while you were in the middle of nothing.
«This is why I told you to change.» you said, before pointing to the jacket he was wearing over his shirt. You never thought you’d see Changbin blush, and yet you found out that it took less than you thought: in the same moment you started to untie one of your skirts, he tried to stop you, asking an embarrassed «What are you even doing?!» you stopped at that, double taking the fact that the same man which held you every night like it was the most natural thing in the world now was blushing like a high-schooler.
«Relax, I’m not naked.» you giggled, and proceeded to take off your skirts until you were dressed in your denim jeans, a white cotton shirt and a leather corset.
“I wonder if I could pass for a steampunk cosplayer,” you thought, giggling to yourself as you re arranged your skirts on the field to delineate the area where to throw the ball, and asked Changbin to do the same with his jacket and the bag that contained the ball since few moments earlier. Changbin’s eyes, however, were locked on your legs; you understood his stupor, since women were still wearing gowns and even showing an ankle resulted somehow outrageous, but you saw his curiosity slowly turn into lust and hunger as his eyes travelled on your body.
Contrarily to your expectations, you had fun playing with Changbin; the two of you kept chasing each other between playful screams and laughters and while trying to snatch the leather ball from the other’s feet. You learned quite soon that Changbin played dirty, taking advance of the fact that he was stronger to hold you and move you as you pleased while he took possession of the ball.
«What is it?» he laughed, his arms snaking around your waist as you yelped in warning, already knowing what was going to happen. «Why are you going that way?» he then proceeded to ask, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you behind him, as he stole the ball. You never let him win easily, so you just jumped on his back every time, already knowing that trying to approach him would be useless, he’d move you out of the way every time. Changbin alternated playing dirty to actually let you purposely score, kissing you on your forehead while he praised you.
«You let me score that,» you panted, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a smile.
«No one can testify that.» Changbin shrugged, reciprocating your smile.
Changbin loved to play dirty, and you definitely realized when he managed to tackle you down, so that you were laying on the grass, right under him.
«If I kissed you now,» he said, still panting due to the afternoon spent running and his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage, «does it makes us a couple? Can I be yours?» you smiled, happy that Changbin was taking this so seriously, and nodded. Changbin leaned down and kissed you, capturing your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. His lips made you forget that you should have gone back to your time and actually, you found yourself reconsidering your own choice, aware that Changbin would have been more than happy if you decided to stay; you kissed for minutes, which felt like small fragments of eternity, before eventually resuming your game.
The two of you went on like that for hours, until the sky slowly started to turn red and orange, meaning that the sun was about to set, and you both dressed yourself once again – Changbin helped you to fix your gowns, before he helped you up on his horse. This time, you decided to mimic Changbin’s position instead of sitting sideways, and he gave you a small lesson on how to ride a horse, his chin on your shoulders and his arms caging your frame as his hands rested above yours on the reigns. It took you all of your efforts to focus on what Changbin was saying and not on your hips pressed flush and moving together to match the horse’s pace.
«Do you know what day is it?» the royal counsellor’s voice said, welcoming you on your daily lesson about etiquette. You hesitated, but eventually shook your head, admitting that since you arrived in the past, you quickly lost track of days; the only thing you knew, was that in two weeks the portal which had to bring you back home would have appeared.
«Changbin should have died tonight.» he said, and your gaze locked; you paled up, realizing that what you feared had indeed happened. Despite the warnings, you still acted like a fool, and history had changed.
Was it for good? Was it for bad? You didn’t know, of course.
The only thing you knew is that you majestically fucked up.
«I’ll go back.» you said, your trembling voice mirroring the state of your heart. «Don’t tell Changbin about the fact that he-» you trailed off, not wanting to finish your own sentence, and saw him nodding at you.
«You think you’ll go back to your time?» Changbin asked, caressing your back as the two of you were once again sleeping together in the desperate attempt to fight your insomnia yet another day; you hesitated, convinced that your heart stopped for a moment, but eventually nodded against his honey coloured skin.
«Somehow, me coming here avoided your death,» you admitted, breaking your own promise. «I don’t want you to die, but I’m afraid I’m changing history too much.» you admitted, and Changbin hummed, interlocking your fingers together above his chest.
«There’s a legend we have, which you probably know as well,» he said, and you looked up to meet his soft gaze. «It’s the red string of destiny.» the naturalness and the love that his tone held while pronouncing those words was enough to make you skip a beat and you nodded once again, and Changbin smiled at you. With slow movements, Changbin rolled the two of you around, so that you were laying on your back and he was partially hovering above you.
«No matter what, I will find you again, Princess.» he smiled as he gently traced your features with his fingertips. «So you’d better wait for me, in the future.» the tenderness and intimacy of the moment made you lean up and close the space between the two of you, and so that’s how you and Changbin made love for the first time: sharing soft and gentle kisses, choked moans, languid touches and eternal promises and confessions of love.
Even if it was raining like crazy and he was drenched from head to toe, Changbin saw you off when time came for you to go back into the future, his arms holding you tight as he was kissing you for the last time.
«I love you.» he admitted for the first time and you were glad he was holding you close to his body, otherwise the rain would have absorbed his confession.
As quickly as you appeared, you disappeared, and Changbin weakly knelt on the floor as he felt his heart being torn apart at the vision of the bright light disappeared, carrying you with it.
There was only one certainty since you came back to the future: you were late for work.
Two years had passed since you came back and you developed this strange habit of being late for work every single day. On top of all, work became much busier since you came back, and some days you were grateful you knew your way home by heart, since sometimes you were so tired you didn’t even focus on where you were headed since you were too tired to even think.
Two years passed, and still, you would find yourself searching for Changbin almost anywhere, hoping he’d show up as a costumer, hoping to meet him in the crowd, anything. Even if sometimes you wanted to go back, you refrained from doing it; after all, you never knew if Changbin would still be alive in his time.
You believed in him, and you knew he would have found you and so you waited, aware that you would have spent your lifetime waiting for him, if you needed to.
Another day went by and as you were about to take a turn leading into the alleyway where you lived, you bumped into someone; politely excusing yourself, you didn’t look at the stranger in the eyes – even if you mentally appreciated his cologne for a moment, when a way too familiar chuckle made you stop in your tracks. Your head moved at the speed of light to meet the stranger’s eyes, only to find Changbin’s warm gaze looking at you.
He looked exactly the same, yet so different, you thought.
This Changbin was standing in front of you while wearing light blue ripped skinny jeans and a black leather jacket over an oversize grey sweater, and he looked incredibly hot as well, even if he was not wearing typical King’s expensive clothes anymore.
«Are you…» you trailed off, and he nodded at you.
«I told you I’d find you, Princess.» he smiled, and it was enough for you to throw yourself in his arms; he held you close, relief washing over him for having found you, and for you to have waited for him.
«I need an explanation.» you mumbled, still muffled by the fact that your head was still buried in his clothes. Changbin laughed, before detaching from you.
«It’s literally me,» he explained. «Me and my royal counsellor talked about what happened and eventually decided that faking my death would have been the best thing to do and so we… Jumped into the portal six months later. I waited to adapt to the new – to your world, before coming to look for you, and well, here I am.» Changbin scratched the back of his head while his right arm was still holding your waist. «I still have some troubles with technology.» he admitted shyly, and you found yourself laughing at the incredulity of everything he said, few tears of happiness escaping your eyes.
«Come on, Princess,» Changbin chuckled, delicately wiping your cheeks with his fingertips. «I didn’t time travel to see you cry.» he joked, and you shook your head.
«You’re alive,» you smiled, before kissing him with a brief peck of your lips, your heart feeling incredibly lighter by the fact that you finally reunited with your boyfriend from another time.
«Of course I’m alive,» Changbin’s gentle voice answered, «Soulmates never die.»
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as a britpop head, do you think gerard did britpop well during hesitant alien (sonically, stylistically, etcetera)
hmmm i am definitely not a definitive voice on britpop like if i were to be modest i would say i have a better than entry level knowledge of britpop. That being said, i think britpop can be a broad, vague genre. Pitchfork released a list of the 50 best britpop albums and it includes stuff ranging from Morrissey to Placebo to Oasis.
We do have interviews from Hesitant Alien where gerard lists his influences, specially pointing out Pulp and Suede, so if we were to judge his success based off of those... I don't think he perfectly emulated it, no. He doesn't have the fragmented nature to his vocals i think are so definitive for those two artists. I think the closest he gets to any britpop i've heard would be action cat, get the gang together, Juarez? He definitely layers the production in a certain way that feels like a mix of the two bands he named.
I think more than sound, Gerard just doesn't really tackle the general appeal of Britpop to me. Britpop is sort of an every-man genre. they would have songs that worked at voices for a generation or social class. I think the appeal of especially Pulp was their ability to relate to people by depicting normal situations and emotions into extremely simple lyrics that just lay it all out. Gerard has always written songs extremely metaphorically and personally. I love songs like Millions but I can't relate to it because it is so much about Gerard's personal experience in the music industry. (edit: the only exception to this I think could be Drugstore Perfume? It kinda has a similar song writing style as pulp where the protagonist is a woman and gerard is singing from the pov of a bystander. It sounds nothing like any britpop song I’ve ever heard though)
There is also nearly a complete lack of sex or sensuality to HA which i think is a major major aspect to pulp and suede. Not just with lyrics, but with performance. Both Jarvis Cocker and Brett Anderson deliver vocals in a style that would make normal verses sound raunchy. I am not saying I want to hear these from Gerard. I think hearing him say "fucking" in No Shows is silly by itself. He is just not very good at conveying desire outside of a challenging-tone.
I also don't think all that is a bad thing. I wouldn't want to hear Gerard singing a Suede song tbh. I think he was definitely inspired by britpop more so on this album than any other album he ever made. But then again, Ray was inspired by metal bands when writing Revenge and it's not like that that album sounds like Metallica.
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hand in unlovable hand,
a soukoku playlist
╰┈➤ + some lyrics that remind me of them
I'm your man - Mitski
"You're an angel, I'm a dog
Or you're a dog and I'm your man
You believe me like a God
I destroy you like I am"
Cold Love - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
"It's second nature to love you, it's first to die
And we were killed upon waking, killed upon waking to the life
We weren't prepared to live but rebelled to realize
We were killed upon the pavement, Bonnie we're immortalized in"
If You Can't Live Without Me, Why Aren't You Dead Yet? - Mayday Parade
"When you hear this chorus
Do you miss the way the world was spinning for us?
Do you hurt the way that I do?
After all this time you leave me broken
This song is every word I left unspoken
When you hear this, girl, I'm hoping that you think of us
That you think of us"
Every You Every Me - Placebo
"Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you"
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - Deftones
"Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time"
Out Of The Black - Royal Blood
"You made a fool out of me
And took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk
'Cause you haven't been spoken to
I got a gun for my mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart
Bleeding blood from an empty pocket"
Black Sheep - Metric
"Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again"
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
"And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain"
Francesa - Hozier
"My life was a storm, since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
If someone asked me at the end
I'll tell them put me back in it
Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I'd go through it again,"
Kiss With a Fist - Florence + The Machine
"I broke your jaw once before
I spilled your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So sit back and watch the bed burn
Love sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit"
Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives
"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
And when you come in quick to steal a kiss
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear"
Night Shift - Lucy Dacus
"Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth
Call you a bitch and leave?
Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet?
What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?
I feel no need to forgive but I might as well
But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt
Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down
Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell"
Decode - Paramore
"The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out on my own"
Landfill - Daughter
"Well this is torturous
Electricity between both of us
And this is dangerous
'Cause I want you so much
But I hate your guts"
Romantic Homicide - d4vd
"In the back of my mind
You died
And I didn't even cry
No, not a single tear
And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive"
You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood
"If you can just let me know if it's okay
To call you when I'm lonely"
Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
"Forever isn't for everyone
Is forever for you?"
The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals
"Bye bye baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it's killing you
Screaming at the sun, you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Superparadise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost"
$TING - The Neighbourhood
"If you were human
If you were who I assumed you were
You wouldn't have done this"
Eventually - Tame Impala
"Wish I could turn you back into a stranger
'Cause if I was never in your life
You wouldn't have to change it"
Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys
"It's the beginning of the end
The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend
Ask anyone, they'll tell you
That it's these times that it tends
To start to break in half, to start to fall apart
Hold on to your heart"
505 - Arctic Monkeys
"But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon"
I Only Lie When I Love You - Royal Blood
"I only lie when I love you
I only crawl when I hit the ground
You only cry when I love you
I only lie when I make a sound"
Vampire Empire - Big Thief
"Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control"
Neon Roses - The Technicolors
"But I still can't find a malice
It's a thrill slow shot reaction
But I never knew you at all"
Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo
"I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you've made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me,"
Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer
"You push and you push and I'm pulling away
Pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take
Give and you take"
Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys
"Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new"
#soukoku#nakahara chuuya#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd#bungou stray dogs#spotify playlist#skk#double black#i wanted to put all the lyrics but the playlist is so long it would take hours..#but if anyone wants to talk about any lyrics of the songs i put feel glad to message me!!#i like them a normal amount (playlist with 100+ songs)#soukoku playlist#music playlist#spotify
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Our Wonderland Themesongs Masterpost or Whatever
Out of excitement for the Our Wonderland finale (which is coming out next month!), I've written an incredibly long post sharing one song I associate with each of the main 4 characters (and also Cecil is there), as well as songs for my favorite ships. Come imagine AMVs with me, under the cut!~
To start off, a song that I associate broadly with the plot of OW is Leopard by Jack Stauber. For most of the other songs, I'll pick out certain lyrics to highlight/site my sources lol, but with this one I'd prefer not to because all of the lyrics are The Lyrics. Every time we change, it's a game, okay? Cool.
Characters
🥩Iggy: Devil Town- Bright Eyes (x)
All my friends were vampires
Didn't know they were vampires
Turns out I was a vampire myself
🚬Genzou: Getchoo- Weezer (x)
I can't believe
What you've done to me
What I did to them
You've done to me
🍷Orlam: I made an entire Orlam playlist, but don't worry. I always have more. Today I'm assigning him,
Shake The Disease- Depeche Mode (x)
You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these
Understand me
✂️Gidget: Touch Up- Mother Mother (x)
I forget that I can remember when
I was young climbing up fences
Scraping my knees, dirt on my cheeks
Not one makeover queen bone in me
🔪Cecil: Genie In A Bottle- Billy Cobb (x)
I have no tangible explanation for this one. You'll either get it or you won't and that's okay. 👍🏻
No songs for Bucks or Hunar yet because I need to know more about them first. I've heard the finale is pretty Bucks-centric, so I can't wait 2 play!
My fave ships
💙💚 Iggy/Genzou: Run-Around- Blues Traveler (x)
But I want more than a touch, I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine, the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme, so don't you feed me a line!
💙🧡 Iggy/Orlam: Funky- Royal Treatment Plant (x)
I should be over this
No time for playing games with little wicked boys
💙💔💜 Iggy/Gidget: COWARD 2 COWARD- Ada Rook (x)
I will become whatever you think of me
I will be nothingness or disgusting dreams
Idol or target, anything in between
Falling forever, witnessed by nobody
🧡🖤 Orlam/Cecil: Somethin' Stupid- Lola Marsh (x)
I know I stand in line until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go some place to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
🧡💜 Orlam/Gidget: Pure Morning- Placebo (x)
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed, which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
💜🖤 Gidget/Cecil: Guy.exe- Superfruit (x)
In lieu of cherry-picking specific lyrics I just want 2 say that the AMV in my mind is exquisite. In pursuit of the Guy (with help from Cecil), Gidget becomes the Guy. Do u understand.
💜🖤🧡 Gidget/Cecil/Orlam: Sideways- Carly Rae Jepsen (x)
Everything's goin' my way
And I like to get my way
Even when things go sideways
Rainin' on my parade
I get all my confidence from you
Lovecats- The Cure (x)
We should have each other to tea,
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire and sleep for a while
It's the grooviest thing, it's the perfect dream
(They get two songs because...I said so. ❤️)
💔⚰️ Orlam/Genzou: Suedehead- Morrissey (x)
You had to sneak into my room
Just to read my diary
It was just to see, just to see
All the things you knew I'd written about you
And that's the end! If u want to share your favorite ships or songs you associate with anybody, I'd love to hear them too!
#my official coming out post as gidget/cecil/orlam number 1 fan.#I have been calling them mad3party in my mind. u know like. mad tea party bcuz it's alice in wonderland themed. but. there's 3 of them.#our wonderland#come play dolls with me!
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Battle of the Fear Bands B2R4: The Corruption
BlackBoxWarrior:
“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”
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Thermodynamic Lawyer:
““Disease is her primary language” - every line of this is filled with rot and disease and bugs and it’s 100% corruption.”
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Lyrics below the line!
BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?
Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to
Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?
Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your
Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?
And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs
Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?
Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?
Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose
Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole
Did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration
My hope is to assess through my objective report of
Your subjective conjecture
Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this
Transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?
It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?
No, they spread because people like them
So now here we are once again, holding
As it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it's just something people do
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes
Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before
So you'll be fine
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down…
Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D:
(I hold myself in contempt)
Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull
Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names
Vomiting lies through her theremin throat
As some businessmen pick at her brains
Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis
Seems Seth Brindle's at it again
Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover
And shamelessly spoils the end
Blood vessels drying and curling inside are
Unfurling from out of her wrists
Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison
Intending to learn it to hiss
Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid
And giving some poor illness the blame
Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard
Insisting that she's won the game
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart
She could not break my heart, oh lord
Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises
And uses them to her advantage
Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus
Disease is her primary language
Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd
Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13
No apology, I request misery
So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee
So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby
With autism strapped to a ceiling fan
Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand
Buckle your knees looking up at me
And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand
For the sake of humanity, die of your blight
We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa
Now all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself)
You can go fucking die (kill yourself)
Go fucking die (kill yourself)
Kill yourself and go die
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the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game
rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules:1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀
tagged by @stephendorff, i got pretty excited for this but then i realized that i don't have many no-skips albums....or so i thought🤦♀️
tagging: @gyll-yee-haw, @gyllenhaalstories, @potter-solomons, @navybrat817, @laurfilijames, @ithinkwehitametaphor
🎧 album info/track recs/my favorite lines under the cut!! ↓↓↓
album: audioslave by audioslave
song rec: shadow on the sun
I can tell you why // People go insane // I can show you how // You could do the same
their self-entitled album never fails to make me feel like driving out in the middle of the desert in a pick-up truck with a cigarette hanging between my lips, hands stained with the blood of my ex-lover
album: diamond eyes by deftones
song rec: beauty school
You're shooting stars // From the barrel of your eyes // It drives me crazy // Just drives me wild
deftones (and chino with all his side projects i.e team sleep, crosses, and palms which deserve a shoutout) never fail to amaze me with every song they make. hands down, my favorite band and coming to that conclusion was not easy
album: koi no yokan by deftones
song rec: swerve city
She tames with her voices // As she plays around with the forces
i wasn't lying when i said they're my number 1 band lmao when this album first came out, i was hesitant about because i felt like their music changed a bit. but listening to it, 14 years later, made me realize how it sounds like a more mature side of the band and also i feel like they've successfully managed to put how an orgasm feels into music
album: razorblade romance by HIM
song rec: right here in my arms
She keeps on crying // But i won't leave her alone // She'll never be alone
HIM was probably my first introduction into rock in general when i started watching jackass and viva la bam and it was love at first song. i just love how their music makes me feel like a century year old vampire wandering the modern world. and their lyrics are incomparable
album: meteora by linkin park
song rec: from the inside
Tension is building inside, steadily // Everyone feels so far away from me // Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me
choosing between meteora and hybrid theory is a long life debate and they're both so perfect but meteora is what i listened to the most growing up and it became the soundtrack of my teenage age lmao
album: peripheral vision by turnover
song rec: new scream
Adolescent dreams gave to adult screams // Paranoid that I won't have all the things they say I need
this band deserves so much more attention. this album brings a sense of nostalgia to me and just makes me feel warm and happy and like road tripping through australia, which has always been a place i've always wanted to visit and unfortunately haven't been able to
album: as far as the eye can see by people in planes
song rec: falling by the wayside
It's OK // To be safe // I'm losing control // Falling by the wayside
if i could choose a song to play at the moment of my passing away, that would be this. it's beautifully haunting in a way and the entire album is a musical masterpiece. i truly hate that this band broke up and never got the appreciation they deserved so i've made it my life's mission to spread the good word of people in planes lmao
album: placebo by placebo
song rec: teenage angst
Since I was born I started to decay // Now nothing ever, ever goes my way
the only reason i didn't choose sleeping with ghosts is because there are two songs on there that aren't my favorite and i usually skip. placebo is a great alternative band that never goes out of style for me and i could listen to this album on repeat forever
album: jar by superheaven
song rec: in on it / youngest daughter
And I know just what I need // Autumn leaves and fallen trees // To feel the cold beneath my feet // Breathe until your lungs fail // You can sing 'til you go deaf
this band has successfully revived alt/grunge in a mature way that brings a sense of nostalgia along with it. for me, it's hard to believe this album was only birthed in 2013. under the video, there's a comment that says "greatest 90s band of the 2010s" and it couldn't be more accurate. i couldn't pick between the two songs
album: teenage wrist
song rec: swallow
Older and older // The voice of wasted youth has never been so loud // Over and over // Like powder in the barrel pushin' deeper down
another band that's been bringing atl/grunge and they do it so well. haven't really listened much to their new stuff, but this album has a very special place in my heart deserves much more attention. you can't tell me their grittiness doesn't make you feel like you're in the 90s
album: the questions by emery
song rec: playing with fire
Why should I take all the blame for all my mistakes? // You were there with every promise made to break
one of my first introductions to 'emo' music lmao this band has been a must-have on every playlist i've ever made. the vocal harmony in their music really hits the soul
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top 10 bands/artists let's goooo. i was tagged by @findusinaweek (bless you) so here's a loosely ordered list.
1) Hoppipolla. i could, can and have written literally a 2k+ word review on Hoppipolla's second album that turned more into a love poem from me than anything. y'all really don't want me doing this here.
B U T suffice it to say this timy little korean indie melancholia quartet has touched my soul in ways nothing else has. a few of their songs mean more to me than most things in this world do.
also!! world renowned cellist!!! hong jinho!! in the group!! seriously gorgeous, poignant magic these four create together.
the best/worst part is they dropped into the world, released two 10/10 heart stopping albums and then vanished again as if it were nothing.
2) Radiohead. i heard 'in rainbows' for the first time when i was 15 and it's what started me down the road of truly loving music and not just listening to it. radiohead is my baby and were my number one until hoppipolla came along a few years ago. ive been lucky enough to see them twice in concert and both experiences changed my dna i swear.
3) the Mountain Goats. the goats are like placebo in that i couldn't listen to them for a long time because of His Voice and i know that's like a trope at this point.
that was back in high school. now, john darnielle is hands down my favorite songwriter of all time and i unironically love his voice. no one writes lyrics and tells a story like he can and i constantly find myself turning to their music.
4) The Postal Service. death cab for cutie? eh, not bad, but can take or leave. ben gibbard + dntel? masterpiece.
their one and only album, give up, is my number one favorite album of all time and as much as i love it/them, i am SO glad they didn't release another. nothing could compare. anything that tried would only cheapen the debut album.
5) Hozier. i want to lay in the moss and cry and fall in love with a sweet lil cottagecore girl and i get to do that every time i listen to a hozier song
6) My Chemical Romance. my first loves. i was OBSESSED as a teen when they debuted and will still defend their honor today. although suddenly they've become really popular and not something for middle school bullies to pick on me for, so... defense unnecessary.
7) Margot & the Nuclear So and So's. they are so dreary and melancholy and nostalgic and gorgeous. i came across them by accident in high school because i was obsessed with the name margot, saw their name somewhere and immediately went home to totally not pirate them and see what they were about. "my baby (shoots her mouth off)" is one of the songs i send people when i talk about having bipolar, lol. the other being "lovecraft in brooklyn" by the goats.
they just evoke a special kind of feeling that is hard to replicate, and it transports me somewhere when i listen.
8) Erasure. i didn't know they even existed until i moved in with my partner and now i feel like every older queer ive ever met over the course of my life who didn't introduce me to them failed me, honestly
9) Modest Mouse. 'the moon and antarctica' came into my life around the same time 'in rainbows' did and also furthered my realization that music was to be experienced and not just heard. i never get tired of them (except strangers to ourselves. i listened to that album 3/4 of the way through one time and never touched it again sorry)
10) Rammstein. i love the drama!! i love the ferocity!! i love the taboo!! and they are also the reason i studied german so they deserve a spot here.
i'm still getting this account off the ground and haven't really chatted with many of you so im afraid to tag anyone lmao but obviously feel free to do this if you see it
#hoppipolla#radiohead#the mountain goats#tMG#modest mouse#margot and the nuclear so and so's#the postal service#rammstein#erasure#my chemical romance#mcr#hozier#tag games#txt
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Songs I listen to when I think about Isekai’d to the West (Headcanon)
The fic belongs to @skittlescripts sorry if these suck. I’m a garbage-y new metal person.
Sun Wukong’s theme candidates:
Cell’s Theme by RMaster: https://youtu.be/J_iAaEKIXvk
This one feels a bit more organic and “wild” than Cell’s normal theme, and I feel like that fits a character like Wukong, who is wilder (on account of him being a literal monkey), and it’d be way scarier to actually fight him than Cell.
Rage Beneath the Mountains by Lindsey Stirling: https://youtu.be/dYFkLuoaJpk
I picked this one because, come on, the title alone made me curious enough to listen, the way the song sounds made me stay. Who would fit this song called “Rage Beneath the Mountains” more than someone who was stuck under a mountain for 500 years and was most definitely not happy to be there?
Songs about the relationship between Wukong and Reader
Ashes of Eden by Breaking Benjamin: https://youtu.be/D8IrtEkWcBQ
Forever by Breaking Benjamin: https://youtu.be/gKrdn08G_RM
This is a bit early into Wukong accepting his feelings for her he’s still not used to it so that’s why some parts are phrased the way they are. If anything, Wukong initially sought out immortality (if my interpretation makes any sense) BECAUSE he was scared to die. Part of me wonders that if Reader doesn’t become immortal after they marry, he might consider giving that immortality up so he wouldn’t have to live with the pain of losing her. The other part of me knows that if he was willing to mark out the names of as many monkeys as he could in the underworld, he wouldn’t give up his immortality and would just try to get Reader to become immortal or will find her reincarnation and try to have another relationship with the new version of his love. (This is all speculative, btw)
“I Won’t Say I’m in Love,” from Hercules:
either of them realizing “oh shit, I’m actually getting *gasp* feelings for them?! Nope, no way. if I deny it long enough, it’ll just go away on its own.” (Spoiler: it does not.)
“Bruises and Bite Marks” by Good with Grenades (we know he has a marking kink.)
“Every Me, Every You,” by Placebo
I just like this one and some of the lyrics make sense for someone grappling with unfamiliar feelings.
More will come after I slumber.
#isekai'd to the west#headcanon#playlist#it's growing#feel free to add your own songs if you want#it's almost 2 am my hair is wet and I'm tired#imma dry my hair and then pass out
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Remember Me, Special Dreams
Part I.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25
GIF: Originally posted by @sandmancentral
Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit.
Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs. Story inspired by my own experience with parasomnia and night terrors. Fun fact: I've had two parasomnia episodes since starting to write this and they were quite something! Second part coming soon. Have a great day, Saskia.
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Sleep hallucinating was not something that you had experienced as a child. The occasional bout of sleep talking and walking, yes, but seeing things in a state of semi-unconsciousness was something you had grown into.
This particular type of parasomnia was fuelled by nightmarish visions. Of insects and arachnids crawling in your sheets. Of threatening, humanoid shadows stalking the perimeter of your bed. One instance a few years ago had been a severed head floating above your face. Macabre but not wholly unexpected due to the brutal TV programme you had been watching before bedtime.
Each incident unleashed a visceral, unbridled terror that sent your pulse spiking and incoherent noises tumbling from your mouth. There would be a frantic scramble for the nearby light source, a search of your room or violent thrashings of your limbs to defend against your imagined threat.
Strangely, unlike when you had sleep walked and talked, you were always lucid enough to be aware of what was transpiring and recall each detail come morning. However, the truly unsettling part of each episode would be that despite your recognition that these visions weren’t real, you were totally unable to stop your physical reactions to them.
Your rational brain would be held hostage by your subconscious and until you had performed your safety behaviours, you were unable to assuage your over-stimulated mind.
There was a pattern to it too; when your life was being affected with stress, the hallucinations would gain their freedom. At present, stress was staining your nearly every waking moment and creating turmoil in your nocturnal ones.
This had been happening every night for over a week, with each hallucination becoming more vivid every time. It had resulted in a jittery dread of bedtime and extreme exhaustion come morning.
So when a worry-amplifying day at work coincides with you noticing a person standing in the corner of your room, you are hardly astonished.
As per, your survival instinct kicks in and forces you to slam your clammy hand onto the plastic lamp switch.
Terror then turns to confusion when your delusion doesn’t disappear like it usually would.
"Well this is new," you speak out loud.
You blink a few times, wondering if there’s something in your eyes.
You re-focus on the space where your little desk stands.
The person is still there. They appear to be a man. And you can pick out stunning levels of detail on their pale face.
An angular bone structure and nose. Intense, bluish eyes framed by dark lashes and brows. Perfect pinkish lips. Most striking, however, is their raven-coloured hair. It sticks out in all kinds of directions with unruly precision.
You laugh feverishly. "Okay, brain, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. I applaud your newfound persistence but you can stop now. I know this isn’t real."
“What makes you so sure that I’m not real?” The man asks.
Your head falls back in exasperation. “Oh great, a hallucination that talks.”
The position of the figure’s head told you that they were still waiting for an answer.
You lean forwards a fraction to study him more closely. You smirk as you choose your reply.
“Honestly, you’re way too attractive to be real.”
A smile ghosts over the man’s face and you hear a small noise of bemusement.
“You flatter me, but I can assure you that I am very real."
"Nope, you're just a side effect of my anxiety."
You close your eyes, upgrading to screwing them shut when you could still pick out his silhouette from behind your eyelids.
He's still there when you look again.
You find yourself rubbing rough circles into the skin at the back of your skull.
“Just wake up," you say to yourself as your movements become a little desperate.
"You already are awake."
His tone is the blended juxtaposition of the whispered beginnings of a rainstorm paired with the sub-continental trembles of an earthquake. It is utterly distracting but somehow you manage to argue back once more.
“I’m very certain that you are a dream. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to focus on regaining consciousness.”
The image takes a single, measured step towards you.
You could now see him in the mirror across from you. You were unsure if your subconscious had paid attention to the laws of reflection before.
The observation gives birth to panic. Never before had a dream been so intricate. And the more it progressed, the more you began to question whether you were actually asleep after all.
When he takes another step, fear moves from your stomach to your throat.
"Oh, shit," you curse in an undertone, as you find yourself retreating like a mouse from a feline.
The man continues to advance.
His floor length coat sways hypnotically with each movement he makes.
"It's just a dream," you reason.
More like a nightmare. Your inner voice volunteers unhelpfully.
Your arms form a crisscrossed belt around your waist, your hands are balled into fists, skin blanched by your clenched knuckle bones.
You begin to repeat four words in a mantra, hoping above all else that it’s enough to over-ride the sleep cycle that has you imprisoned.
“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.”
Your mattress is like a lifeboat in a treacherous ocean, you feel it shift under you as the man takes a seat beside you.
Two more of your senses begin to process stimuli from his presence; his proximity sends a jolt of stirring heat across your sweat-cooled skin and there’s a scent blend akin to a glacial landscape.
A landscape dominated by snow dappled mountains, divided by serene water and framed by ancient forests. Like the Fjords of Norway in the summertime.
You are aware of your growing delirium from this intoxicating sensory overload.
"It's just a dream," you whisper once more as his stare swallows you entirely.
He speaks in his velveteen voice, “Would a dream be able to do this?”
Before you have time to process, his hands are reaching for you own, prising them out of the vice-like grip you have on your torso and setting them down on your lap.
His deep blue eyes appraise you thoroughly, checking for a change in your viewpoint.
There is no difference. Your face is still set with disbelief.
A frown pinches the man’s face for a quick moment before reverting back his previous stoic expression.
His next movements are graceful and measured, like he's performed them a thousand times.
To your surprise, he pulls a leather pouch from his pocket.
He loosens the beaded draw strings and you feel a strange hum of energy pass through the air.
By this point you are so confused by your brain’s choice of hallucination that you simply accept it without question and continue to watch the scene unfold.
Long fingers dip inside the pouch to retrieve something that you cannot see.
He's then bending so his face is at the same level as yours. There's a rush of air from his mouth and a swirl of sand is hitting your skin.
You flinch away from the assault but it's too late. The particles are in your eyes.
It brings on a sensation that is impossible to ignore. It fogs up your brain like warm breath on a cold windscreen. A sensation completely summed up by the single word you hear him utter as your body goes limp.
"Sleep."
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"All my dreaming torn in pieces."
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Hello, it is me!
Here are your questions for today.
Have a great day/night!
--What animal would you turn into if you had the chance?
--If you could pick song lyrics for your gravestone, what would they be?
--Name a hobby or interest that you have that you think others may see as 'weird/strange'.
Oh hi, love!! Thank you for dropping by!!! 🖤🖤🖤
1. Animal: a sloth!! Love their lifestyle. Their faces. Truly a 10/10 animal. Evolution peaked when it created sloths
2. Song lyrics for the gravestone: that's a hard one!! I've been thinking about it for days and then i put placebo on for the first time after a while and this verse from the prodigal hit me:
It's long, but hey. It feels hopeful and maybe it could make people grieve me less, you know?
It makes no sense, but that's also a very me thing to do, so yeah. A quote about being alive for the gravestone!
3. Weird hobby: under a cut, cause tw gore and tw animal death.
I think i might have mentioned that once on this blog already, but i do like collecting animal skulls from dead animals i manage to find every now and then. Or, you know, from animals my fam is getting as meat that happen to have their heads intact. Any skull i can get my hands on, really. I don't have much, but i really do like the process of maceration and bleaching. And they fuck as an interior design decoration!! Sorry if it's too much
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Come Find Me - a Midnighter & Apollo playlist
we find each other, again and again and again...
listen on Spotify
happy pride, my loves.
Tracklist and lyric previews under the cut:
Sun- Sleeping at Last
We may fall in love / Every time we open up our eyes
Transatlanticism- Death Cab for Cutie
I need you so much closer
Gravity- Vienna Teng
Hey love / I am a constant satellite / of your blazing sun
Come Here Boy - Imogen Heap
Why are you taking so long? / Do you need me to come find you, honey?
Lovesong - The Cure
However far away / I will always love you
Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol
I pray that something picks me up / And sets me down in your warm arms
The Weight of Us - Sanders Bohlke
There’s a cold heart buried, beneath / And warm blood running deep
Bloodstream - Stateless
Wake up, look me in the eyes again / I need to feel your hand upon my face
My Body is a Cage - Peter Gabriel
Though the fear keeps me moving / still my heart beats so slow
Letters From the Sky - Civil Twilight
One day soon I’ll hold you like the sun holds the moon
Running Up That Hill - Placebo
There’s a thunder in our hearts, baby
The Lightning Strikes (What If This Storm End?) - Snow Patrol
The perfect halo / of gold hair and lightning / Sets you up against / The planet’s last dance
I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping at Last
Your heart is your masterpiece / And I’ll keep it safe
Come Back When You Can - Barcelona
If all you wanted was me / I’d give you nothing less / So come back when you can
Night - Zola Jesus
In the end of the night, I can feel your warmth
In Our Bedroom After the War - Stars
The war is over and we are beginning
Moon - Sleeping at Last
Instrumental
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A03 First Lines Tag Game
tagged by @redxluna , thank you!
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Giant Tamer | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
The first time Geralt saw Jaskier's cock, it was by accident. Well, not really, because he'd been wanting to know what it looked like, but didn't plan for it to happen this way.
2. teeth of the hydra | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
The steady beats of the bass vibrated through the wall Jaskier was propped against, the music muffled just enough that he couldn’t discern the words of the singer. It didn’t matter, he knew the lyrics by heart anyway. He muttered them under his breath as he searched through his jacket for his lighter. The first hit of nicotine did its job of relaxing him, or maybe it was a placebo effect. Either way, he found himself in a better state of mind to answer Essi’s prodding.
3. Would you be kind and put away your sword? | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
Jaskier and him have been together since Midaëte. Their relationship is good, better and more than Geralt has ever expected. They’ve been traveling together and been in each other’s presence for a long time, and although Jaskier has never failed to brighten his days, in spite of Geralt in the beginning, it’s different now that he’s allowed to touch and show his feelings without the fear of them being too much. He hasn’t known it could be like this, so easy with someone else, until Jaskier.
4. Even grouchy men like to cuddle | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
"Are you sure you need to go right now?" Jaskier asked Geralt, trying his best not to pout. He knew he wasn't succeeding very well when Geralt turned and his face softened.
"I do. The villagers have been terrorised long enough, I won't prolongate their misery any more than I ought to."
"I'm sure they'll heavily thank you for that, too, by trying to throw you out with a fraction of the pay," Jaskier mumbled, soaking his bread with what remained of his hearty stew.
5. tainted | Morston - Arthur/John
This is a stupid idea. Not only Johnny boy has left for a full year, but he's gone soft and stupid during that time too, forgetting the ways of the gang he's spent fifteen years with. Arthur has told Dutch and Hosea that it wouldn't go well if they sent Micah and John together to scout ahead, but have they listened? Of course they haven't, and now John is missing and it's down to Arthur to find and bring back this fool. It's not because he doesn't feel the cold that he can't be an asshole about it.
It's more difficult to track scents in the snow, but what John hates more than responsibilities is bathing, which is useful in these circumstances.
6. Tight Space | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
Geralt took one look at his own hand and shook his head. "It won't fit."
"You haven't even tried," Jaskier protested.
"Don’t need to, I have eyes. Hold up your hand."
7. Fifteen Years | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
“This is a cosy place, if we ignore the mice droppings,” Jaskier commented, hands on his hips as he inspected their room. The surfaces had been recently cleaned and the bed sheets, changed, which wasn’t something every inn provided in their services. “They tried to hide them with a rug, we have to give them that. Too bad the mice seem to now be eating it.”
8. The Hanged Bard | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
That wasn’t how Jaskier had pictured his day to go, he mournfully thought as he stared at the wall from his upside-down position, his feet chained to the ceiling. His blood was almost entirely lodged in his head already, he reckoned, what a charming look. He didn’t know for how long he’d been hanging like that, he was hesitating between too long and my head’s about to explode.
9. I'm learning to be (so much more than what they shaped me into) | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
Daylight hours were increasing with the snow melting and the blossom of the colourful spring flowers. It was just getting warm enough that Jaskier wasn’t complaining about his toes swimming in cold sweat anymore. Just like the weather, his mood was lifting up and he was filled with newfound inspiration for composition.
10. That shirt would look better on the floor | Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier
Geralt had finally brought Jaskier on a monster hunt with him, nothing too difficult to handle for his first time. They hadn’t gone far from Rosemerrow to find a nekker nest that had been terrorising a road. Jaskier had mostly observed Geralt take down the ugly little monsters, but he’d been the one throwing the bomb before running to take cover behind a rock. The explosion had been satisfying; the monster bits in their hair, less so.
Tagging @tristinai @acaranna @borealwrites @luteandsword @hum-my-name @velvetjinx and anyone who wants to share their writing!
#tagged meme#geraskier#geralt of rivia#jaskier#the witcher#morston#arthur morgan#john marston#red dead redemption 2
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No idea if anyone is interested but I have music headcanons for the Hazbin Hotel cast
First off Angel Dust!!
I've seen lots of people give him Twink(tm) Music tastes and that is an excellent take.
BUT.
Look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't go through a million songs to painstakingly select the most specific lyrics so he can play the song and look dramatically out of the window, pretending his life is a music video.
For that very vibe, here are some of Angel's specific tastes:
Placebo. Angel would LOVE that band. Specifically, the songs Nancy Boy and Every You And Every Me. Placebo would be his "sad bitch hours" playlist.
Animal crossing OST on loop for dancing with Nuggets and also fun makeup times. You know, when he's not getting dolled up for a set, but just trying out experimental makeup For The Look. He has a Look for every mood, every occasion, and every outfit.
I don't have much time (I'm working from home and I'm in a meeting) so one last take for the road:
He likes K-Pop. In a very obsessive way.
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