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[pomefioredove]

also sorz if I got too worked up about the polls, I'm just profoundly socially awkward and autistic and weird (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

[annaraebananawriter]

Hi, I'm just about to go to bed but I thought of yet another little fanfic idea I thought I'd share with you all before I forget--

A few centuries ago, in a remote village, there lived two brothers, Dream and Nightmare. Their mother cared for them, and she was the unofficial leader of the village, too. However, when the boys were young, around 6ish, their mom died. The village, feeling lost, looked to them for guidance, though the adults shortly realized they were far too young to lead. The villagers took it upon themselves to teach the young boys and train them.

They quickly found that Dream excelled in making sure everyone was fed and cared for, all the making of a strong and good leader. Meanwhile, Nightmare excelled in any kind of scholarly area, acing tests and flying through books. The villagers discussed the boys frequently, and most of the adults favored Dream over Nightmare, finding his social butterfly personality charming, while his brother’s tendency to stay tucked away in the house reading a bit frustrating. A leader couldn't keep their head in a book and take good care of their village, after all.

So, slowly, they gave the important lessons to Dream, busying Nightmare with test after test, gradually marking lower and lower to make him focus on getting the grades up, all in hopes of keeping from getting suspicious as to why Dreams lessons were far longer than his were. And why did Dream walk out of the lessons with such different homework than his? It looked far more wordy, too complex to be for school. The teachers never gave him much answer when he asked: "Dream simply outgrew the regular schoolwork."

Nightmare, used to being the academic one, grew worried about his place in this village. Mother always said he would be a great person to go to regarding decisions for the villages' problems one day. She taught him to have pride in how smart he was. But these teachers marked him low, made him feel stupid, chiding him on taking too long to answer a question, for getting too excited and rambling on, all because he recognized the subject matter from a book ge read the other day.

At first, he tried hard to get his teachers to see him, to tell that he was smart, too, just like Dream. He deserved the special lessons, too. But the longer this went without notice, the longer the teachers dismissed him, and the more time the manor halls were empty and he was alone, waiting for Dream to get out of lessons, he grew tired of trying. He stopped doing his schoolwork and stopped participating, which only made the teachers madder. The teachers told him to quit acting like a baby and do the work they gave him or waste away into nothingness. Nightmare, angry because they still didn't understand, yelled back about how he didn't see a point to work if he didn't get recognition for it. The teachers didn't take this kindly--in fact, they slapped him for it.

Stunned, Nightmare could only listen as the teacher berated him for being so selfish. From then on, he kept to himself, and he played the part the adults wanted him to play. All while nursing a stirring jealousy and bitterness as he watched Dream step into a position of leadership, hours upon hours of work and work, most of the time away from the manor.

Dream, on the other hand, was shaped for leadership and nothing else. He was taught to put the village above himself, above Nightmare, above anyone he might love. The teachers told him a leader wanted the best for his people, and the best was always everything you could give and more. When he transitioned from schoolwork to village work, he's unsure, but it was not a sudden change; he looked over his work one night and had a slow realization that this was not the schoolwork his brother was getting, no, it was something far more important. And he never got a break from this work, not like his brother did. It just piled on and on, more problems appearing the minute he solved one.

One day, he complained about this workload, saying it made his head spin. He had had so little sleep that the ceiling seemed to dance around his head. This day, the teachers had apparently been in a bad mood, for while they would normally laugh and gently chide him, this day they screamed: "Leaders do not rest until all of their village's problems are satisfied. You do not get to rest until we say you can. You do not deserve to." Needless to say, this woke Dream up well, and he apologized quietly and said he would do better.

Trapping this as a lesson in his head, Dream changed. He accepted his leadership position with no complaints, throwing himself into his workload in hopes of getting done fast enough to still make it home in time to eat supper with Nightmare--he rarely made it. Taught to be selfless, nothing more than a tool used to better the village, Dream lost himself, the lines of who he was and who his teachers wanted him to be blurring.

Dream also hid away a spek of jealousy as he watched him brother lounge on the couch at home, reading all day long. It seemed like he was so free, able to do as he pleased. He was free to be himself and nothing more, not expected to be something untouchable, something immovable, invincible.

Both brothers envied the other; Nightmare for how loved Dream was, Dream for how free Nightmare was.

Eventually, all the time away from home, away from his brother, wore on Dream. He messed up more and more, too distracted by the ache of missing Nightmare, and the villagers noticed. They snapped at him to pay attention. In secret, they planned. Nightmare was distracting their leader, and if this continued, their village would be ruined. They planned to fix this by getting rid of the distraction for good.

Nightmare's sickness started as a cough. It lingered and lingered and drove him mad. He grew feverish, too, barely able to get out of bed some days. And it all came to a head when Drema returned one night to his brother passed out on the floor of his room, blood dripping out of the mouth. The doctors could do nothing, leaving Dream anxious and Nightmare bedridden.

Dream, unable to take the tragic news that his brother could not be helped, searched and searched for his own cure. He came up with nothing--until. He saw in a book, a dusty old thing hidden away in Mother's library, writings about creatures in the woods around the village that are rumored to grant a wish of any kind. Even to cure and uncurable disease.

Hopeful and desperate, forgoing the warnings of the book to not make deals with beings you cannot trust Dream snuk away during the night and pleaded with the creatures to save his brother: "I just want to see him smile, please. I will do anything for you, be anything for you, just please save my brother."

And the creatures did.

But not in the way he wanted.

Nightmare died the next day. And Dream, overwhelmed with grief, shut the manor gates and ignored all attempts the villagers made to fet him out, no matter how much they yelled and threatened. He hoped he might wither away, join his twin in death, but he never did. Even though he did not eat or drink for years. Turning his anger towards the damn creatures that caused this, he stumbled back to the forest after decades of hiding out, and he screamed at them: "This was not the deal!"

"Wasn't it?" The creatures replied, "You said you would be anything. So be someone we can talk to for years to come. We gifted you, you see. You can learn so much from us and us from you."

"I asked you to save my brother. I told you to make me see him again."

"And you will. We just never said when."

Dream heads back to the manor, still shaking from anger. But sure enough, around winter, he finds a small child in the woods, abandoned and about to die of hypothermia. Taking pity, he brings the child home and cares for it until it is well.

When the child wakes up, he asks him his name.

The child blinks. "My name is Nightmare."

(Basically: In this AU, Dream and Nightmare are cursed so that one of them is immortal and the other one reincarnates, and the one who reincarnates always stumbles into the immortal ones life, and yet always dies young.

Dream watches his brother die over and over, having to rebuild their brothership from the ground up because Nightmare doesn't remember him when he comes back.)

[awrkive]

heyy!!

one question

how does oc feel when yk the word “baby” slips out from jks text randomly when they are talking? Like I noticed that it comes out in panic situations 😭 like when she is drunk or yk the car breaking down thing?

anon asked: giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair whenever jk calls oc baby 😭😭😭😭 just soooskdksksjjdjdjsjsjj

good question 🤓 in jk's lovesick head oc's his baby so it naturally slips out Especially in panic situations like when shes drunk and hes not with her 😭 and bcs of that oc doesnt really notice it tbh 😭 when she backreads and then sees jk calling her baby she doesnt think too much abt shell just dismiss it as smth like "oh he was just worried abt me" 🤧

[verifiablebot]

'this property says it has nine acres but those neighbours look pretty clo-'

oh.

ohhhhhhhhh no

[koobiie]

i feel strongly about this

[modernchemical]

watching death note with my family and after the college entrance episode my mom asked offhandedly if anyone had ever pictured L and light as a couple before. it felt like one single white dove had landed on a crystalline lake in a beautiful pure clearing. no i dont think anyones ever thought of that before

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[westiec]

You've gotta love Jews more than you hate Nazis.

You've gotta love trans folks more than you hate TERFs.

You've gotta love your unhoused neighbors more than you hate the billionaires.

You've gotta love immigrants more than you hate ICE.

You've gotta love queer kids more than you hate christian fundamentalists.

You've gotta love fat people more than you hate the diet industry.

You've gotta love disabled people more than you hate the insurance companies.

You've gotta love your fellow humans more than you hate the worst that humanity has to offer. You don't have to like every person you're fighting for, and you sure as hell don't have to give up your righteous anger, but hate is ultimately corrosive.

You've gotta love.

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[makemegentle]

[annaraebananawriter]

I don't really care about how many people are subscribed to my Ao3, but I noticed today how close to 100 it is, and it's making me really happy!!

So, uh...if you're reading and like my works, or just like Undertale/UTMV and Technoblade and the SBI, then perhaps you could consider subscribing to get notified whenever I drop a new fic?? uwu

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

fyi if you're trying to use the fact that that rancid ass muskrat cunt is autistic to be like "oh he didn't know what he did was wrong" about the fact that he threw up a fucking nazi salute then you are one of the stupidest fucking cunts to walk the earth and since we're in a housing crisis you should start offering the massive amount of empty fucking space in your skull for rent

(signed, an autistic person)

[newtid]

in spirit i am a 7th grade boy

[dsmsix]

thought I was muted and just had this exchange with a coworker on a zoom call