#eternal reverie

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

12 and 28 from the soft and simple ask prompts!

12. Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun - cover by Mree. One of my favs (and very kh-esque too :))

28. Name a book you don’t mind reading over and over.

I haven’t actually reread it in full, but “This Is How You Lose the Time War” by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone was such so incredibly written that I backtracked a few times while reading to fully appreciate some moments. I absolutely recommend giving it a read if you have the chance!

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Hi hi hello!

Here is my fic for the @battle-facility-zine, centering around Akari and Arceus in the Eternal Battle Reverie!

Please check out the whole zine; it's free to download and has some truly awesome work in it <3

[asmrrpaddict]

Spoilers for Reverie Audios, You’re Gruff Dragon-Shifter Boyfriend Gets Clingy and Brings You to His “Hoard”.

No casualties! Of course however I’ve watched too many audios like these and think someone is covering things up.

Yay, clingy Des hugs!!! 🥰

While I did realize Law, Neo, & Gage were on the train together, it didn’t actually hit me until I started this one that that is Des and Newbie’s entire team! Now I’m crying.

Ok, so Desmond is feeling like he does before a shift, while shifters on the train, well, shifted. So like they said it’s a shifter thing. But what would cause something of that radius? Granted I don’t know how far the yard is from the train. It is just so interesting and odd that all the shifters even ones not near the train were affected. (Passage brought to you by, how many times can she use some form of shifter in one paragraph?)

Oh, it’s been happening since the project started? I wonder if Neo has had that felt the same off feeling? What is really going on at those gardens???

Newbie definitely made a pouty face when Desmond told them, “Stay.”

“You’re the greatest of all my treasures and I want to keep you with the rest of them. A beauty surrounded by other beauty.” Are you FRICKIN’ KIDDING ME!!! I mean guy!! Are you trying to make my heart stop with the amount of awe inspiring beautiful love radiating from those 2 sentences alone!?!?!? I thought clingy Desmond was going to be adorable, but this?!?! Come on man!! I literally had to pause the video and just sit and contemplate that statement! Not only those lines coming from the grumpy tsundere dragon shifter, but those lines being put into the universe for our ears! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 I may be overreacting, but I don’t care! Thank you for that! And thank you all for coming to my, fluent in lonely and interpreted by eternally single, ramble! 😆

Dang right he deserves all the kisses after that!

So, I’m going to assume based on how calm they were, they don’t know the guys are on the train that just crashed or they didn’t hear/pay attention to the report because Newbie was smashing rocks.

Great work as always!!! Can’t wait for the next one whenever you’re ready!!!

Stay cool and hydrated everyone, it’s too freaking hot! 🥵

[reverieaudios]

"Call the Nightingale" by Vian Izak and Juniper Vale + "[skototropism]" by Crywolf are officially the biggest musical influences on this new demon character. Also "where did the sun go?" by Lor.

sorry dude your life is gonna be a rough one

[ishgard]

ehehehe my Arisen (Reverie) and Pawn (Rann) from DD2 have come to Eorzea, maybe they'll be happier here.

[battle-facility-zine]

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[the-blue-wraith]

1,6,33 from the weird ask post!

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

6. why did you do that?

Because it's the right thing to do 🤷

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

Last year, my uni friends went out of town for a vacation and we also went to a beach. It was my first time going to a beach and it was breathtaking! I also picked up a lot of seashells and bought lots of foods and souvenirs. One of my highlights in 2022 ❤️

[leondaltons]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy birthday!!!! ﾟ*✩‧₊˚ \(ᵔᗜᵔ)/

Thank you Jen!!! I hope you had a nice day!!!

[dreadbornesaint]

tag dump - gen

[dreadbornesaint-moved]

General (1/2)

[xenosagaepisodeone]

I get why people opt for joint last names when they get married, but to me it is a mere shade away from true independence. You recognize the antiquated implications of subsuming yourself in the familial identity of your partner by adopting their surname, and instead seek a more egalitarian representation of your person by creating one new surname out of two. This decision however belies it's intention by honoring the patriarchal naming conventions that preceeded it. This is why I believe that when people seek to get married they should be made aware that they and their partner can just make up a new last name to share and also that the character limitations/length cap for it should be extinguished so you can get a little crazy with it. Emojis kaomojis and ascii and all. The new era of surnames should look like light novel titles. No more Bob Smith-Johnsons. The age of Bob Vow of Eternal Bloodlust: Cursed Eyes of the Twilight Moon ~Reverie for the Cyber Witch~✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ is now. If important government software crashes from being unable to accommodate these changes it is what it is.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!! ❤❤❤❤

Thanks so much (^▽^)

[ninibeingdelulu]

Calmness ✧

Plot: Ken and you have a real daughter.

A/N: kinda short :(

Soft evening light filtered through the den, casting everything in that warm, nostalgic glow you'd come to associate with pure contentment over these past few blissful years together.

Ken's attention remained transfixed on that vintage baseball game rerun flickering across the flatscreen.

Body settled deep into those overstuffed couch cushions with one leg casually crossed over the other in peak middle-aged dad repose.

But it was the tiny, swaddled bundle cradled against his barrel chest that held your rapt fascination from the archway.

Soaking in every precious detail of their serene tableau with an overflow of maternal adoration swelling in your breast.

At just three months old, your newborn daughter remained utterly oblivious to her surroundings - cherubic features smoothed into perfect repose while bronzed lashes fanned over porcelain cheeks.

One little fist tucked up beneath her chin while the other tiny starfish hand rested atop Ken's broad pec, rising and falling with each of his steady rumbles.

Her doting father absently brushed the pad of his thumb in soothing circles over the minuscule knuckles. Never once taking those transfixed mahogany pools off your slumbering miracle's face as if committing every microscopic shift to eternal memory.

That singular worshipful reverie you'd immediately recognized and fallen hopelessly in love with all over again these past few weeks.

The exact same soul-deep look Ken once bestowed solely upon the orphaned kaiju he'd raised before watching her depart for greener pastures - now magnified tenfold through his unbreakable connection to your shared offspring.

A permanent reminder of the family you created together from that cosmic loneliness.

"She's not at all like Emi was , is she?" You murmured, footsteps barely audible across the plush carpet until dropping onto the open cushion space beside him.

Ken responded with only a low rumbling hum from his broad chest while immediately unfurling that sheltering arm around your shoulders.

Cocooning you into his solid, familiar warmth until your cheek smooshed comfortably against the firmness of his shoulder. Close enough to press a wandering caress across your tiny miracle's silken crown.

"No - she's not. She's ours." A meaningful pause preceded Ken's soft, gravelly rasp ghosting across your hairline. "Our daughter...our real baby that you gave me, sweetheart. One I'll guard with my life the same way I do for you always."

Melting into the tender, possessive squeeze encircling your trim waist, you craned your chin up against his collarbone to receive that lingering brush over your puckered lips.

Ken's soulful gaze locked onto yours - swimming depths of protective ferocity tamed only through utter reverence for the two solitary souls anchoring his universe now.

The unspoken mantra of doing anything to safeguard the loves of his life until extinction itself.

"You've already given me more than enough happiness to last a trillion lifetimes, babe. Thank you," he whispered hoarsely against your skin.

"For being everything I could've dreamed during those cold, empty decades..."

You stifled the tiny sniffle by reclaiming his questing mouth in a searing, needful communion - conveying through satin caresses alone just how desperately you treasured this man and the profound sanctuary of family he'd bestowed upon you.

Your Ultraman, protector, partner, and living legacy of insurmountable love all in one. Cradling you both to his gallant hero's heart for eternity.

[savi0rr]

All Too Well, Wife .ᐟ (Ten Minute Version)

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, Viktor has a small photo of you in his pocket. Every time he looks at it, he remembers it all too well.

"Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well."

a/n: In loving memory of my beloved Eras Tour. I was watching the live stream while writing this...

Warning: angst, mentions of death (reader), sad Viktor, illness, yap yap

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Today, as Viktor sat in the stillness of his dimly lit room, an unsettling wave washed over him, making his stomach churn. The silence felt oppressive, like a tangible weight pressing down on his chest. Turning his gaze to the bedside table, he spotted a framed photograph of you—one of the very few he cherished. Regret gnawed at him; he wished he had captured more moments, but you always shied away from the camera, insisting on avoiding the lens. Now, as fleeting memories began to swirl in his mind, he could almost hear your familiar voice teasing him to stop documenting every little thing. A small, sad sigh escaped his lips, and he fought with the urge to chuckle at the memory.

He leaned closer to the nightstand, drawn to your photo as if it were a lifeline in the ocean of his loneliness. The sight of your radiant smile had a soothing effect, temporarily easing the tension that had built up in his shoulders. In that snapshot of joy, he could almost hear your laughter echoing through the room, enveloping him in warmth. “Damn it…” he murmured under his breath, running a hand over his face, struggling to push away the mix of nostalgia and sorrow that gripped him. He set aside his cane, allowing himself to lie back on the mattress, feeling the familiar weight of emptiness settle in. “It’s so quiet without you, you know?” he whispered, stealing glances at your picture again, seeking solace in its presence.

Viktor had grown so accustomed to your incessant chatter and quick-witted retorts that the current silence felt utterly unbearable. It echoed around him, filled only with the painful remnants of memories, and he loathed it. Each second in this void seemed to stretch into eternity, filled with the agonizing truth that you were no longer there to fill the space. Frustration bubbled within him until he groaned loudly and pressed his hands over his eyes, wishing for a distraction from the reality he had to face.

After what felt like an eternity—though it had only been five minutes—he finally mustered the strength to sit up again. His fingers reached out instinctively for your photo, brushing against the smooth glass that guarded it. In that moment, it felt as though he were reaching out to touch your warm, living skin again. But then, the haunting memory of that horrid night surged back, the memory of your cold, lifeless body sending a shiver down his spine. He recoiled as if burned, his breath hitching in his throat. “What I would do… just to touch you again,” he whispered vulnerably, gingerly placing your picture back on the bedside table and trying to regain his composure.

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Viktor then leaned his cheek against the palm of his hand, his eyes fixated on a small photograph of you that he had slipped into his pocket earlier. When you were still alive, you were always by his side, refusing to leave him alone whenever you had the chance. He made it a point to carry your photo wherever he went; he didn't want anyone at the Academia to discover it. No one knew about your marriage or the sorrow of your death, and Viktor had intended to keep it that way… or so he thought.

He believed he was alone in this moment of vulnerability, having just watched Jayce leave not long before. But without his knowledge, Jayce had lingered nearby, peeking over his shoulder at the photo—a snapshot so full of life that it drew anyone’s attention. “Who’s that? She’s pretty,” Jayce’s voice cut through Viktor's reverie, startling him out of his daze. Viktor froze, his muscles tensing instinctively, and he hastily shoved the picture down onto the desk. “It’s rude to sneak up on people,” he snapped, furrowing his brows at Jayce in irritation.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Viktor’s sudden outburst. “I’m just teasing,” he responded, leaning back casually and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But seriously, who was that?” His tone shifted to genuine curiosity, tilting his head inquisitively. Viktor remained silent, his gaze dropping away from Jayce's knowing eyes. “Just an… old friend,” he eventually replied, leaning back in his chair, fully aware that his words felt inadequate. Jayce certainly sensed the lie; their friendship had been built on trust over many years.

“Right,” Jayce said, nodding slowly and making his way over to the other side of the lab, leaving Viktor to sit in the wake of his defensive emotions.

With a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding, Viktor’s body began to relax once more as he stole another glance at your smiling photo. Nervously, he shoved the picture back into his pocket, acutely aware of how deep and vulnerable his feelings were. He hated the thought of Jayce knowing about you, about the love they had shared.

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“I’m sorry,” he muttered softly, kneeling before your gravestone later that evening, his heart heavy with guilt. “Jayce saw you.” He traced his fingers over the cool grass beneath him, feeling the earth’s weight beneath his fingertips. “I know you wanted me to talk about you, but…” His voice trailed off, giving way to the silence that had settled around him. “You know how I feel about that, dear.” He pulled your photo out of his pocket once more, his eyes scanning it as if it were a precious artifact from a time long gone. “He even called you pretty,” he reminisced, tilting his head back slightly to remember the way your laughter had danced through the air.

His thoughts drifted further back as he recalled how Jayce had inquired about the ring on his finger, a gift that symbolized their bond. “I said it was a gift. I hope you aren’t upset with that,” he said, glancing away from the gravestone, aware of how you had once scolded him for insisting it was just a present. A wave of longing washed over him, and he wished more than anything to relive those days, when smiles were abundant and love was an unending presence. He missed you more than he could articulate, and the ache in his heart felt as fresh as it did the night you were taken from him. He remembers it all too well.

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[lamb-teaa]

The day he was reborn, he devoted his entire life to finding her.

That's all Sylus cared, to be reunited with his beloved, the other half of his soul, his queen through life and death.

And when he finally found her, he vowed he would never let her go, even if she had no collection of him, even if she rejected and feared him at their supposed reunion, even if it might take him another decades for her to open her heart to him again for they are eternally bonded, defying the tragic fate that had once befall their unfortunate life.

They were meant to be and Sylus was more than willing to wait for her to return to him once more.

He had endured centuries chained to the abyss in his previous life, how would this be any difficult?

He just needed time. As much as she needs, he's willing to wait, until she's back into his arms just like before.

That was all he cared about, all he hoped for, all he wanted.

Until Sylus met you.

Was the universe out to get him? What sort of sick joke was this? The moment he locked eyes with you, standing behind the counter of the quaint flower shop, the familiar glint in your eyes sent a strong wave of déjà vu throughout him.

At first he simply mistook you as her lookalike, a doppelganger. Yeah, just someone who looked unnervingly identical to her, that has to be it, so there's no way-

"Long time no see, Sylus."

A familiar voice too - right then and there he felt like he had been sucker punched straight to the stomach, his heart beat spiked up uncontrollably, his sight fixated on yours as he remembered those familiar gaze in your eyes.

The familiar greed, the familiar desire, the familiar vengeance - so you remembered, but she didn't, but how-

How could there be two of her?

Sylus's head spun with disbelief and confusion, he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word out as he stood shell shocked in front of you. He had randomly chosen this flower shop to buy flowers for his hunter lady after his usual dealings outside of the N109 Zone, but this unexpected encounter with you just threw him extremely off guard.

Especially by how calm and composed you look, as if you hadn't just dropped the bomb of remembering your previous life together with him.

Yet the familiar fierceness in your eyes still remains, despite the ever calmness you exude around you.

And Sylus didn't know how he felt about it, about you - Ecstatic? Bewildered? Relieved? Scared?

What should he do? What is he supposed to do?

The soft hum of your voice snapped him out of his muddled thoughts, his entire body stiffened when you leaned forward, tilting your head up at him with a teasing yet mocking look - another familiar gesture that made his heart swell with longing.

"Seems like you've been faring human life quite well.."

Your voice, steady yet lighthearted trailed off purposely, just as he remembered all those lifetime ago and for a moment, Sylus felt like he was brought back to their past. Memories of the bittersweet banter and playful jabs flooded his mind, overwhelming his senses, and his heart screamed for him to pull you into his embrace, demanding where you've been all this time, why you felt so familiar but at the same time you don't and how does any of this makes sense-

But his reverie was shattered by your next words.

"..Especially having other me by your side."

—⁠ teaa's end note: i call this Split AU. another unpolished fic plot idk if I'll ever gonna write so it'll remain vague ooft (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

[darkfluffydragon]

PHANTASMAGORIA! MYSTIC FLOUR :D (Pre Corruption)

With cameos from Knowledge and Eternal Sugar (or Eternal Reverie as I've decided for this AU)