#Dreams Of A Dark Warrior

[fated-mates]

A classic among classics, we’re talking ENEMIES TO LOVERS this week! We get to the bottom of what we think of as “enemies,” and how it differs from “rivals-to-lovers” and “friends-to-enemies-to-lovers” and “friends-to-lovers” (jk, we’ll never understand friends-to-lovers). We revisit some of our very favorite romances, talk about stakes, about impossible situations, and about how sexy hating someone can be.

[goryhorroor]

horror + movies posters II

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[osatokun]

Some of the october/september comishes! For goldjiai  SamtayaRedpan  i-declare-a-kaggath bouledeterre  and hermeticdreamer !

[erissdoesart]

Warrior of Mumza, Technoblade :3

[ask-morpho-knight]

*Casually appears

[ratatatastic]

monty howl? furry 🫵 you are a furry 🫵 furry fur furster 🫵

6.27.24 (x)

[chloethehorrorbabe]

My Top 10 favorite 80s Horror Movies

1. A Nightmare on Elm Street(1984)

2. Near Dark(1987)

3. The Lost Boys(1987)

4. Killer Klowns from Outter Space(1988)

5. Child’s Play(1988)

6. The Slumber Party Massacre(1982)

7. Children of the Corn(1984)

8. A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors(1986)

9. Fright Night(1985)

10. The Thing(1982)

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 20th Anniversary to Kirby and the Amazing Mirror

Today marks the 20th Anniversary of

Kirby and the Amazing Mirror!

Already it had been 2 decades since we seen Kirby and Meta Knight enter the Mirror World and confront not only

Dark Meta Knight but also their friend,

Shadow Kirby while going against Dark Mind.

Meta Knight then left his first sword, his legendary Master Sword there.

Tagged by: @smashingsire, @smashingveteransandnewcomers

[x-heesy]

In my dreams takes

My soul the shape

A gray sky

And my singing lost

In the open sea

In the open sea

I am a Feuerbach

My fingers

Are small pyramids

I am a Feuerbach

My fingers

Are small pyramids

In my dreams takes

My soul the shape

A gray sky

And my singing lost

In the open sea

In the open sea

Who am I if I'm not who I thought I was?

Who am I if I'm not who I thought I was?

I am two dogs at the same time

I am two dogs at the same time

My heart beats slowly

My body lies silently

Hidden in the night

My heart beats slowly

My body lies silently

Hidden in the night

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In meinen Träumen nimmt

Meine Seele die Gestalt

Eines graues Himmel an

Und mein Gesangt verlierte

Sich in der offenen See

Sich in der offenen See

Ich bin ein Feuerbach

Meine Finger

Sind kleine Pyramiden

Ich bin ein Feuerbach

Meine Finger

Sind kleine Pyramiden

In meinen Träumen nimmt

Meine Seele die Gestalt

Eines graues Himmel an

Und mein Gesangt verlierte

Sich in der offenen See

Sich in der offenen See

Wer bin ich dann, wenn ich nicht die bin, die ich dachte zu sein

Wer bin ich dann, wenn ich nicht die bin, die ich dachte zu sein

Ich bin zwei Hunde gleichzeitig

Ich bin zwei Hunde gleichzeitig

Langsam schlägt mein Herz

Geräuschlos liegt mein Körper

Versteckt in der Nacht

Langsam schlägt mein Herz

Geräuschlos liegt mein Körper

Versteckt in der Nacht

Traum Und Existenz (Dream and existence) by KOMPROMAT, Vitalic, Rebeka Warrior 🎼

[simbasomba]

Once a friend Has turned into a thief

[ygoartreviews]

Phantasos, the Dream Mirror Foe

Phantasos, but make him evil. Joking aside, I do like the counterpart system this archetype has. I genuinely wonder whether they started with the good or the evil monster designs first, or if it was something where they kinda worked on both at the same time. It'd be interesting to know which design ended up influencing the other. Anyway, I love the merged armor look going on with Phantasos' paws here (see: the specific detail that is essentially furry armor). Is it metal? Is it fur? Why not both? The tiny bat wings directly mirror what Phantasos (Good) has going on with his feathery look, but Phantasos (Evil) here also gets bony back spikes and fun neck tentacles. His striped black and white horns in place of ears and his four eyes that share two eye sockets are easily my favorite part (weird mutant puppy). Also cute: he still has his little dog tag around his neck! He doesn't seem to mesh so well with his background, however, unless the explicit intention was that he can walk on dream water (there's still some odd looking interaction with his paws and the purple water crystals though).

Rating: 9/10

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Neohunter killix

[miarenmert]

Crystal Dream Throne of Olkyon – part 4

Olkyon sought solace by becoming a hero in other people's dreams.

A suspicious person asked her to go under the garages. Olkyon knew that in the old world she had to be afraid of such situations, but now she was in no danger. She agreed, and the man ran forward. She found him dead in a strange place that looked like the creepy senior annex at her school. When she reached high school, the annex disappeared. It turned out that they buried it because terrible things happened there, like murder with knitting needles, sneaking in poisonous snakes and wild dogs luring.

At the bazaar during the lunar festival, Olkyon bought spices and traditional clothes. Suddenly everything became foggy and the merchants turned into rabbits. She fought a giant bull with a sword and a handkerchief soaked in spices. However, as soon as she strangled the bull with a handkerchief, it turned into a man. And everyone else turned into people condemning violence.

In another place, at another time, she was an heiress who had to arrange a test for the suitors in a high tower. When the tower was attacked by a serpent, all the suitors fled. This wasn’t part of the test. But the polyanitsas came. Female warriors: one with a braid lashing the eyes of a serpent, the other with a club crushing the spine. Olkyon took the sword and shield from them and became the third Polyanitsa.

She didn’t want to part with her fighting sisters. One was sweet and awkward, the other was proud and stern. They jumped on the crystal pillars above the waterfall and saw the enemy's face in the sky. Returning to the castle, Olkyon recognized him in her stepfather, who was going to marry her to his dark friend. She escaped them unnoticed. After all, she was never noticed when she wasn’t needed.

She became the servant of a young princess who played with other princesses, pretending to be the queens of the past. They discussed history books and argued which queens of the past were lesbians. One had a husband, but her lovers were only women, and the princesses argued whether this was an ascribed rumor. Olkyon said that books are not edited like their magazines, then her princess' friend gagged her and the princess laughed. Olkyon hid in the attic and lost herself in translating the tale of the maiden who gave up her voice and failed to save the heart of her love. The next morning the princess didn’t remember why Olkyon was angry with her. Olkyon gave her the translation, saying it might help her understand.

Olkyon returned to the kingdom from which she had escaped and now was preparing for her coronation. She didn't have to get married. The prince received the crown, she received the sword. While she was waiting on the balcony, someone wanted to steal the sword under the floor. She went down and found the servant boy and his father, who promised to keep the sword for her. In the dungeons, she discovered body parts, one boy still alive. He was not the same one, but asked: “Are we just dolls with interchangeable parts for you?” With his help, Olkyon found the vampire that was lurking in the castle. The bullets didn’t hit him. He was about to shoot her, but Olkyon could slow down time by touching the nerve at the back of her head. She run away and returned with the true sword to kill him.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dead Dream -- part 1: Enter The Wooden Teeth

Shallowfig came to a halt, flicking his tail to tell his family to do the same. Ahead of them was a dead blackberry bush with leaves as dark as its namesake. It was only that, a bush, yet the gaps in the branches lifted the fur along Shallowfig’s spine. He stared at the dark dapples, and a face stared right back. Whether it was from a trick of the lighting, or his mind playing tricks on him–as it had been ever since Plague tried to kill Hootpetal and Banshee–he couldn’t tell.

“What is this place?” Tendril asked from behind him. Shallowfig just barely avoided jumping.

He  took a breath and a step back, moving his mind to wonder how long they would have to wait, but before he exhaled, Bella-May poked her head out from between the thin branches. “You’re here!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Come in, come in!”

Shallowfig stepped back, motioning for Banshee and the kits to go through the normal rotting bush, and then followed at the tail. He had not visited his older kins’ home before, though they had visited him as a kit, and he was curious to know what so many of his family had made their homes to be, if it reflected something in Shallowfig–some indication of their blood relation, somehow. Did they both enjoy hanging vines?

But before he could look around, he found himself suffocating on fur. Legs squeezed around his neck. He panicked, struggling for a few seconds before Bella-May pulled back, and he realized, almost laughing at himself, that it was only his great-great-grandmother embracing him.

“I heard what happened,” she mewed sorrowfully, licking his ears. “If I had been there, I would have ripped that she-dung’s tail off and stuffed it down her throat.”

Banshee flinched. Shallowfig touched his tail to her side to calm her. 

“I….I have a favour to ask,” Shallowfig began.

“Myrtle  told me,” Bella-May responded as he searched for the right words. “You lot can stay here for as long as you need, darling.”

Shallowfig let his shoulders sag, soothed by her kind voice. He looked over his shoulder, at his kits. Racemekit, Tendrilkit, Poppykit, Mylingkit, and their younger half-siblings, Glasskit and Pagruskit. Cold ice slithered down his spine, gripping his bones and veins and causing his body to shake and heart to fall. He had come so close to losing them. Never again will that happen.

“They need to be trained,” Shallowfig explained. 

“I’m not much of a mentor,” Bella-May replied. Shallowfig understood that, she had been a loner. “But I won’t turn down time with the little kitties.” She blinked warmly at the kits, emitting a soft chuckle when Poppykit squealed when Glasskit bit her tail. 

“They don’t need to train to hunt or the ways of Clan life,” Shallowfig told her. The daily routines of the Clans were foreign to him as well. “They need to know how to protect themselves. They need to know how to….deal with attackers and dangers.” He didn’t want to say it out loud, for the sake of the kits’ and his own ears. He couldn’t say that he wanted his kits to be trained to be killers to keep them from being another victim of Plague, that he was willing to let them grow to be monsters, risking the lives of anyone or everyone they may hurt, so that they couldn’t be.

Thankfully, understanding flashed in Bella-May’s eyes. She smiled widely. Shallowfig tried not to focus on her glinting fangs. “I thought kits didn’t train until six cycles.”

“The four are half a moon from that,” Banshee spoke up, gathering their wrestling kits around her. “The two are two.”

Bella-May tilted her head far to the side. “My question appears to stand.”

“It doesn’t need to be intensive or harsh,” Shallowfig went on. “Preferably, it isn’t, not…at least…not while they’re so young.” He knew that to give them the best chances of survival, training had to push them further than any other cats could bear. Just not yet. They could be kits for a while yet.

“Some pouncing and sneaking lessons should do,” Bella-May thought. “We can make them games.” She swept her tail slowly, enticingly around. Racemekit took the bait and waggled his hips before leaping  for the ginger-tipped tail. Bella-May flicked it out of the way in a flash, grabbing Racemekit with sheathed paws, just before he could land, and pressed him to the ground to make chewing noises against his belly. Racemekit kicked out, squealing and giggling.

Shallowfig allowed himself a few heartbeats to watch and enjoy the moment. Then Pagruskit’s yawn brought him back. They had to rest. “Are you sure it’s not trouble?” he checked. “We could stay somewhere else–”

“Absolutely not,” Bella-May responded firmly. “You ought to stay here where great-ma can keep an eye on you.”

“Is it not too much–”

“Hush,” Bella-May cut him off, blocking his mouth with a paw while Racemekit growled and bit on the other. “Before your droning puts the little ones to sleep.”

“How many know we were coming?” Banshee asked nervously. She had a tendency to anxiety when she was around those she didn’t know. Shallowfig would have stayed with her family, but that was exactly who they were hiding from.

“Everyone,” Bella-May answered cheerfully. “And they’re so excited to meet y’all! Now come along, come along, let us show the nests we made for ya.”

Banshee took the lead once again, the kits following in a ragged line behind her. Shallowfig looked behind him, through the gaps in the bush. He no longer saw the eyes, yet the fear in him remained the same. He was seeing, too far to really see, his old den where his kits were born, where Banshee became his mate, where his mother nearly died. He was seeing himself as a fun-loving kit without a care in the world, and he knew, knew as well as he knew that the fur on his pelt was pale golden, that he was likely taking away that for his own kits. 

He turned his head back and padded after his family. Ahead, Tendrilkit sneezed a high-pitched sound, and Glasskit opened her little jaws in a massive, pink yawn. Shallowfig’s eyes pricked. They were so precious now, so perfect and innocent. Whatever happened in the future, whether or not by Plague’s doing–Dark Stars hope not, sending the kits to train the way that they would be was going to change them forever. Shallowfig could only hope that he was making the right choice, and that it was worth it.

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[frightmeister]

td

v : until dawn / pregame / washington rising. v : until dawn / ingame / i know what you did last winter. v : until dawn / postgame / washington 3: dream warriors. v : until dawn / dark au / the house that josh built.

v : au / remedyverse / star patient at the ocean view hospital. v : au / john wick / washington pictures incorporated. v : fandomless / f. v : tbd / yeah i dunno either buddy. v : au / dead by daylight / puppet on a string. v : au / iwtv / joshua b demented.

ship: w / y.

p / w / t.