#(like things happening again in slightly diff ways because these characters live so long that its bound to happen)

[violinsandblood]

thinking about how lestat started following/falling in love with louis after seeing him pull out a knife on on his brother in the first ep, placing the knife against paul's neck. then louis pulls out a knife again but on lestat in the last ep of s1, and uses the knife to cut lestat's neck.

the reason lestat fell for louis is how lestat gets killed by him (although not really killed, just very injured)

[rocicrew]

for the questions for fic writers: 1, 42, 48, 49, 50

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

hmm that's a tough question, i feel like i've written several prompts that are an easy read so that can be a quick introduction to how i view certain characters and their dynamic. and then it kind of depends what kind of pairing they're more interested in, although the majority of them are naomi centric.  i think ultimately, maybe either of the fics i've that's about naomi and filip (her life in her hands, her life's life in her hands & the way the old life haunts the new). bc they center the topics of loss and trauma and finding a way to live with it anyway and it is a theme i'm very interested in exploring with my writing.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

amdnd it's one of yours actually, again we're going with her life in her hands, her life's life in her hands (i do have a soft spot for this fic despite) i was still v new to sharing my writing and it was a feat to write something that touched those themes and attempt to capture naomi's complexity in such emotions so you telling me i captured that tension really gave me a boost when i was still very unsure of my writing so thank you for that.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

i reread oh, body, be held now by whom you love today which does a lovely work of the push and pull naomi goes through between being guarded and allowing herself vulnerable, of shutting down instinctually and opening herself up again as a way to mend that gap during the preparation to go to ilus.  it had this line; "It’s about building something out of loss." which is fit right into my emotions after making that last gifset. the fic also does a great job of writing the intimacy between naomi and holden and i absolutely recommend it.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

the only wip i currently have, and it's been sitting on my docs for roughly a year has been a draolden drabble that i started after 6x06 and for some reason i have been stuck on even though it's something i'm both interested in and would like for that to be the next thing i finish and upload. maybe it's because it's been there for such a long time that i'm not sure whether to scrap it and start over or just polish some details and add some small things and post it already. oh i also have another from those kissing prompts but i haven't started it yet. and actually i think i have one nolden one but that's more fleeting vibes than proper fic.

i think i've posted an excerpt before but here's a diff one:

“Mhmm, all three of us know that I’m very hot. But, mi pensa, you’re a liar,” Naomi hummed and Drummer looked almost offended at that. But Naomi’s gaze softened as it lifted to meet hers. “You can tell me the truth,” she continued.

“I don’t know if this will work.”

Naomi tried to sit up, because that needed a conversation between them. Jim grumbled slightly at her movement and tried to pull her flush to him. That meant he hadn't fallen asleep but was edging towards consciousness. Part of her hoped he would wake up so she wouldn't have to have this conversation alone. It battled with the part of her that wanted him to catch up for all the sleep he lost. 

“Us? Or the negotiations?”

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

okay, so this isn't a question necessarily but something i'd like to do with my writing so im putting it here in hope i'll actually make it happen. which isn't something big, it's that i want to attempt one day to write a longer multi chapter which isn't something huge but it can be a fun challenge.

[onebizarrekai]

Darkness is nicer than it seems (2)

I thought this setting could use a little more exposition.

Previous

Characters belong to their respective creators.

Dream: Wh…where are we going?

Nightmare: To my castle, obviously!

Dream: …

Dream: … Oh…

Nightmare: Dream, lighten up. I’m not throwing you in jail this time.

(He laughs as if it was supposed to be a joke, as if all those times were just a game--just for fun. Dream laughs sheepishly, looking awfully insecure on the matter.)

Nightmare: Hold on!

(They teleport and appear in the new location… in midair.)


Dream: AH!!


(They crash land onto the huge bed below them.)

Dream: … what… the heck?


Nightmare: Welcome to my room, Dream.

(Nightmare is laughing, and Dream can guess it’s because of how much that threw him off.)

Nightmare: (Ugh… this is all so damn childish! Keep it together, need to keep him won over…)

Nightmare: Wellll? What do you think? I live like a king!


Nightmare: The king that I’ve always been, obviously.

Dream: Ha… haha…

(Nightmare frowns.)

Nightmare: Oh come on. Is something on your mind?


Nightmare: Dream, we can finally be by each other’s sides again.

Dream: Yeah, I’m uh… adjusting…

Nightmare: Oh! Speaking of adjusting.

(He pulls Dream over to a large mirror in the room.)

Nightmare: Yeah, um. Your clothes. Too bright.

Nightmare: Let’s find something new.

(Nightmare runs off into his closet and closes the door behind him.)

Nightmare: (UuuuUUGH!! How the hell am I supposed to talk to him if he’s being so unresponsive?!)

Dream: …

Dream: (He seems… so happy that I’m here…)


Dream: (Did he really miss me this whole time…? He never wanted to hurt me after all…?)

Dream: (I’m just happy that he feels this way… I’m happy we can be together, even if it’s in darkness.)


Dream: (… I can feel it in this place, though… The darkness around me, trying to get to my head…)


Dream: (I guess… I don’t have any reason to fight it anymore…)

(The closet door opens again.)

Nightmare: Hey, I found something. C’mere.

(He beckons Dream over and pulls out an outfit.)

Dream: Oh… wow, it’s…

Dream: … very dark?

(Nightmare drops the blue and black clothes into Dream’s arms.)

Nightmare: I don’t know why I even have this, I never wore it. You’d probably look better in it.

Dream: … Th-thanks.

Nightmare: Oh, uh. One more thing.

Nightmare: You can’t leave this room until I okay it. I think it’s obvious why.

Dream: … people who wanna hurt me outside.

Nightmare: You got it. You can change now.

(He shuts Dream in the closet and resists the urge to sigh loudly.)

Nightmare: (… Just how much can I get into his head?)

Nightmare: …

(He quietly chuckles.)

Nightmare: (I can’t wait to see the looks on his friends’ faces when they find out what happened to him.)

(He strides back over to the mirror.)


Nightmare: (… He probably is more compliant because I’m in this form… How long will it be until I can return to the other and still hold his trust?)

Nightmare: (… I can certainly make something up about forms for specific presences… He would understand something like that.)

Nightmare: …

Nightmare: (I wonder…)

(He attempts to summon a tendril from his back without transforming, but black substance promptly begins running down his face.)


Nightmare: (Not working…)

(He hears the closet door creak and quickly makes the substance vanish.)

(Dream walks out of the closet, wearing the blue, black and white clothes that Nightmare had given him. It resembles the twins’ classic guardian outfits, except more intricately detailed and almost classier.)

(Nightmare’s gaze trails down to Dream’s bare feet.)


Nightmare: Where’re your shoes?

Dream: I thought… well… they were yellow, so…

(They’re tipped over by the door, as if he’d stood them up nicely after taking them off and accidentally kicked them over while he was changing.)

Nightmare: Aww, how thoughtful.

(This sounds impossibly sarcastic, but it’s so out of place that it’s hard to react to.)


Nightmare: I think I might actually have some matching stuff in there, but there’s something I need to do now.

Nightmare: Don’t leave the room!

(He walks over to the door.)

Dream: W-wait, what if someone tries to come in?

Nightmare: Nobody is going to.

Nightmare: Even the cleaner already did their job today.

(He exits the room, closing the door behind him. He immediately returns to his other form while making his way down the hall.)

Nightmare: (This is gonna suck, but it has to get done somehow.)

Nightmare: All right everyone, news flash. I have an incredibly important announcement to make, and I’m already warning you that if you do anything stupid I will kill you.

Killer: Calm down, dude--

Nightmare: RIGHT at this very moment, my brother is in a room in the castle because I successfully convinced him to surrender.

Nightmare: Or, well… join us, same diff.

Horror: Same diff? Same FRICKING DIFF?! Those are two completely different things!

Killer: How the hell did you do that?

Nightmare: None of your business. But basically, he’s an emotional mess and I’m running a plan right now, so you are all, AT ALL COSTS, to avoid DOING ANYTHING STUPID.

Nightmare: I’M in charge of this operation, and none of you are to get involved in it IN ANY WAY. Am I clear?

Nightmare: I’M LOOKING AT YOU, KILLER.

Killer: Aw come on! What did I ever do?


(Nightmare trips Killer in place, sweeping his feet out from under him with a tendril.)


Nightmare: If you’ll excuse me, I have something to attend to.

(He leaves the room.)

Horror: ‘Sup with him… thought he wanted his bro dead or something…

(Dust shrugs.)

Killer: ow

Horror: Pft, you deserved that, pretty boy.

(Nightmare returns to the room, back in his original form, holding a tray of random food. Dream jumps back from wherever he was, as if he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.)

Nightmare: Uh? What were you doing?


Dream: Ummm… going through the drawers?

Nightmare: Good thing there’s only junk in there.

Nightmare: You hungry?

(Dream inspects the tray. It’s entirely snack food, but there isn’t a single thing on it that counts as a sweet…)

Dream: (… Typical… I guess some things never change.)


Dream: … I’m actually really tired. I’ll eat a little, but… I dunno, something’s wearing me down right now…

Nightmare: I get it. Don’t worry about it, none of this stuff needs to be refrigerated, so I can just leave it on the table.

(He places the tray on the desk while Dream stands there fiddling with his hands.)

Nightmare: What?


Nightmare: Just go to sleep over there.

Dream: … On your bed?


Nightmare: Yeah.

Dream: … okay then…

(He walks over to the huge bed and lies down on it. Although he’s tired, he’s the absolute opposite of relaxed--he’s feeling a biting anxiety that he can’t shake.)

(Nightmare makes a face, sensing his brother’s feelings. Not knowing what to do, or rather, unwilling to do anything about it, he leaves the room again.)

Nightmare: (I just need to wait until he’s asleep…)

(Which he does. He’d always known that Dream falls asleep quickly, so it didn’t take much waiting.)

(He walks back into the room and to the bedside, grinning widely.)

(With a wave of his hand, a glowing, golden light emerges from Dream’s chest, a faint outline of a fruit visible in it. The shape becomes more apparent as the light thickens into a magic solid.)

Nightmare: (The last one…)

(He glances over at his brother, who’s peacefully sleeping.)

Nightmare: …

(He reaches out and touches the soul-like entity, his negative substance immediately leaving a dark stain on it. Dream whimpers slightly in his sleep, causing Nightmare to flinch and his smile to falter.)

(Nightmare watches as the light gradually dims, the stain growing ever so slowly.)

Nightmare: (No more positive fruit…)

(Take it, and you’ll become fully immortal…)

Nightmare: (… My only weakness was his light…)

Nightmare: (It’s gone now… And if I did that… he would…)

(Dream’s breath has sped up and he’s beginning to shift more in his sleep.)


Nightmare: (… There’s no point.)

(He smiles again.)

Nightmare: (This is so much more interesting.)

(The dimming light disappears back into Dream’s chest.)

Nightmare: (My brother… I think this is the start of something new…)

Dream: N…Nighty… It hurts…

(Nightmare freezes up, quickly reverting to his original form in case Dream had awoken. He takes Dream’s hand in one hand and calmly brushes his other over it in repetition.)

Nightmare: It’s okay… I’m here…

(His smile grows wider.)


Nightmare: (And I’ll be here, my brother…)

Nightmare: (… for a VERY long time…)