Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Dream talks to someone about the past
some short staged duo/drunz <3
It's quiet where they were. Dream found this large lake after exploring the server for a while, just to learn all the important landmarks around world spawn. He liked the way the sunlight reflected off the water, creating shimmers and sparkles as if jewels rested on the surface.
One of his first thoughts upon initial discovery was how it'd be nice to have a house out here. Perhaps something on the shoreline, where he could sit and watch the aquatic wildlife enjoy their own home.
"Man. We really are far out. Can't hear Tommy at all," Punz commented, looking rather happy about that.
Dream giggled, shoulders bouncing lightly. "Pretty great, huh? I told you I had a good spot."
"Alright, alright. I guess my tower isn't good enough for ya."
"No, your tower is great! I like your tower too, I just... I like nature, ya know?" Dream fumbled to correct them. Punz was a good friend; he didn't want to offend him.
"Nah, I get it. You're a tree hugger or whatever. Always barefoot, running around yelling about how great nature is," they teased.
Although, he really wasn't exaggerating much. Dream did walk barefoot, almost always getting his hands dirty in tree sap or mud. He hadn't even set up a proper base yet since he was too enthralled in exploring.
(Underneath the enthusiasm and excitement, there was a certain fear. The fear that one day it could all be taken away from him, so he had to enjoy it while it lasted.)
"Why'd we have to go this far out again?" Punz asked, startling Dream from his thoughts.
"Oh right! I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, shoot. Must be important."
"Well, it's just... Do you ever have weird dreams?"
"Weird dreams?" They raised a brow. "Like what?"
"Like... Of big explosions... Or, a giant dark building? Or... being tortured?"
Punz stared at him. He eyed him, analyzed with those sharp blue eyes, probably trying to gauge if he was joking.
He wasn't.
"I... can't say I have, dude. Those sound more like nightmares."
"They feel more like nightmares... Actually, they feel like, almost like memories. Just... distant."
"I dunno, man. You're prolly just eatin' somethin' bad before you sleep. I told you about those weird lookin' berries."
Instead of pressing it like he wanted to, Dream laughed it off. "Yeah, maybe... Sorry, I wasn't trying to bring you down or anything. It's just been bugging me a lot lately and I, well, I trust you, ya know?"
"Of course, man. It's no problem. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. I'll even beat up those nightmares if ya want me to." Punz nudged his shoulder with their own, earning another giggle. Dream tilted towards them, leaning his weight against Punz's side. They easily reciprocated with an arm around his waist.
"You're a good friend, Punz. Thanks for listening to me ramble out here."
"It's nice over here. We should come out more often."
"Are you asking me out, Punz?"
"Would you still agree if I was?"
"Maybe..."
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grimm – batman: legends of the dark knight #149
[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”
But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”
Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]
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itty bit late on another wip wednesday, but have this little thing from the story i'm currently working on... which, doesn't have a title yet but, probably should c':
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It was obvious Scott wasn't convinced. He rested a hand under his chin and had been focused on his brother's right arm the entire time he'd been talking. The orb on the back of his hand had quite the array of colours...
"... Does it hurt?"
Gordon blinked at the question. He'd been expecting a lot worse.
"No, actually. My arm feels normal," he responded, flexing his fingers as he glanced down at the cybersleeve. "Does feel a little heavy though, and sometimes it's numb but! Nothing to worry about!"
"What do the colours mean?"
"Emotions," Gordon half-sighed, half-laughed, catching himself when Scott raised an eyebrow. "Wearing emotions! On my sleeve! Literally! Cause...! You know, heheh!"
His older brother gave him a look, and the aquanaut let out a long sigh. He should have learnt from past experiences there was no point in lying...
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I really love how Simón is the kind that gets sad when jealous while Ámbar is the kind that gets angry 😂 Like, Simón will see Ámbar with someone else and go "Why am I not good enough for her?🥺🥺 That should be me🥺🥺 Ámbar, please look my way 🥺🥺"
Meanwhile, if Ámbar sees Simón with some girl, she's immediately like "WHO IS THIS BITCH❗️❗️🤬🤬⁉️ How dare you get near him, you f*cking slut🔪🔪 If Simón touches one single hair on her head, I'll cut his hand off💢"
It's so funny because once they actually start dating, Simón calms down but Ámbar gets worse 🤣🤣🤣 Like, Simón is thinking-- well, we're together now, right? So there's nothing to worry about, I trust her. But Ámbar is like: "Simón, you hold that girl's hands one more time and I'll put a bullet through your skull."
"But, love, I was just helping her up 'cause she fell--"
"I DON'T CARE, NEXT TIME LEAVE HER ON THE FLOOR"
😂😂😂 Fun times.
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