#i did have fun with this one

[wyvernquill]

Did Anastasia!Dream have any opinions on Hob pre-fishbowl sledgehammering, or was he just One of The Guards?

>:3c

I never really intended to flash back to that part, but... this ask inspired me.

(Other Anastasia AU posts: Masterpost here!)

(Tagging @martybaker and @globglobglobglobob, let me know if you want to be tagged for updates too!)

Warning: this part is Dream POV of his imprisonment and suffering during it, in particular him slowly being turned human, so be prepared for it to get darker and read with caution!

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Dream is cold.

Once upon a time, he wandered the vacuum of space and the eternal ice of earth and the dying dreams of a polar explorer, and felt nothing.

Now, lying on glass and metal in a cellar, he is cold.

.

They come every day at dawn, when humanity wakes, and his connection to the Dreaming is weakest. They come, vile Roderick Burgess at their head, and light their candles, and write their symbols on the floor, and sing their chants. They burn incense and worse things, every dawn anew.

They hold their rituals, and they are beginning to catch, little magical hooks inside him, tearing at him, into him.

Changing him.

.

He feels the eyes of the guards on him at all times, feels their gazes never leave him. Cruel eyes, greedy eyes, hungry eyes, disinterested eyes, disgusted eyes.

Compassionate eyes, one pair of them, sometimes, watching him sympathetically.

But that does not matter. Many of them are compassionate, at the start. Either they rid themselves of their compassion, or they are gotten rid of altogether. Kind eyes, gentle eyes - they will fade.

None of the Burgess’ guards may feel anything but fear and hatred for Dream of the Endless.

.

The change is coming upon him ever quicker.

He has begun to feel hungry, last week. By now, hunger cramps wreak havoc on his body, leaving him shaking and shivering. It hurts, it hurts - everything hurts. His body aches.

Every dawn ritual makes it worse.

.

Soft eyes, guilty eyes. Darkly pleased eyes, greedy for his pain.

Dream hates them both the same, for neither does anything to save him.

.

They cut him, two dawns ago. A blade on a stick, shoved into his prison, carving a line along his ribs.

They cut him, and he bled.

Not much, but for one such as him, a single drop is already an anomaly.

The cut has healed in minutes, but there is a scar, pink, from his sternum to his waist.

They cut him, and left a mark, and Roderick Burgess grinned with triumph.

.

He fears.

He fears that he fears, an emotion alien in its sudden vehemence. An Endless’ fear is a distant thing - this is not.

He fears for himself. More than that, he fears for his siblings.

Was he the first they captured? The only? He hears them speak, sometimes, before and after the dawn, of efforts to pursue the other Endless, but never enough for him to know.

He fears for the ones he loves, and aches with it.

(At the start, he was only furious, indignant that greedy, cruel humans would rise up against him, against his siblings, that they would have the gall to bite the hand that has fed them all these countless millennia, to tear it right from the wrist with such boundless brutality.

He is still angry, and surely always will be - but this terrible fear is choking out all other emotions, and pain numbs the rest.)

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Sad eyes, thoughtful eyes. Overflowing with pity.

Dream thinks that this is what should have been the Corinthian’s true purpose: to tear out the pitying eyes of those who see true agony and do nothing to help.

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He draws breath slowly, in and out of his chest, in and out, in and out.

When Dream of the Endless breathed, then it was only for appearance’s sake. The air left his lungs unchanged.

But since after the last dawn, he can taste it, how the air is getting thinner and thinner, oxygen count decreasing molecule after molecule that stays behind in his chest. He is breathing, now, he has need to breathe - not much, but ever more with every minute tick-tick-ticking by.

And the air in his prison is getting thin.

Suffocation will not be a kind way to go, but neither will any other he can hope for, in this cellar, with Burgess and his mad cult.

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Caring eyes. Dream does not know him. When he could have still Known, in the manner of Endless, he refused to regard his captors with such interest - and now, that sort of Insight slides through his fingers like water, like sand, and he cannot grasp it.

.

“It’s almost done, the ritual. Almost complete.” Burgess told him, last dawn. Hateful, spiteful, grief-mad and cruel eyes, staring down at Dream as if he is a sandcastle he itches to destroy. “Tomorrow, Dream of the Endless. Tomorrow, your time will come.”

Dream glares, and does not speak.

(But something deep in his chest sighs a soft finally)

.

On his final day, the world is blurry, faded. His vision distorts and fades in turns, and he cannot see far beyond his prison, the guards nothing but vague shapes in his periphery.

(He still feels the weight of their eyes on him, heavy, suffocating, hatredguiltdisgustworryfearhope, making his aching skin crawl.)

He meets his own gaze in the glass, and blinks, and finds not darkness and stars looking back at him, but pale-grey-blue human eyes, unfocused and bloodshot; blinks, and sees galaxies again.

He closes his eyes, and dares not open them again.

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Compassionate eyes. Determined eyes.

Will they watch Dream too, at the end? Will they close, when the object of their fascination, their pity, is extinguished?

Dream might never find out.

He’s so tired.

Night is falling. Burgess said it would be his last.

Will you cry, kind-eyed guard? Will you mourn?

Will you remember, forever and ever, how you saw Dream of the Endless die?

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All is very quiet - and then, all is very loud.

A shout, the crack of a fist against skin and bone. More shouting. Dream’s head is pounding.

Fierce eyes, frenzied eyes, get back from the glass, get back.

Kind eyes. I’ll get you out.

A grunt of exertion, the sound of air flowing past something heavy.

And then an earth-shattering crack.

The glass breaks, and Dream knows that it was too late in an instant.

To finish the ritual would have killed him - but so will this, the disruption of his prison’s confines like a physical blow to his chest, his changed body rending itself apart at the seams.

He screams, a sound torn from deep within him, hands clawing and scrabbling at the cracking and disintegrating glass around him, and it hurts it hurts it HURTS-

Shocked eyes, scared eyes, shielded from the glass shards behind a hastily-thrown up arm kind eyes kind kind kind so kind only kind thing he has left-

Dream’s cold and he’s hungry and he’s in pain and he’s choking and he’s bleeding and he’s dying and he’s huma-

And then

it

all

goes

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dark

[twistedroseytoesy]

Be prepared for Leona's scheme

Perfect song for book 2's events. animatic style for this one since the story for it is just from book 2 of the game.

Leona in front of his dorm: I never thought others' essential moving between some of the groups of students: They're crude and unspeakably plain he turns to them once he reaches the back: But maybe they've a glimmer of potential He flips his hair with a smirk: If allied to my vision and brain He snaps his fingers as a bolt of magic shoots between two whispering students: I know that your powers of retention Are as wet as a warthog's backside He hisses as he moves on top of a stone before them all: But thick as you are, pay attention! He glares into the star-filled night sky: My words are a matter of pride he waves his hand in front of a sloth beast person: It's clear from your vacant expressions He smirks as he points to his temple: The lights are not all on upstairs he pulls out a spelldrive disk: But we're talking winners and successions He throws it and many of them duck as it wizzes overhead: Even you can't be caught unawares summons illusionary trophies: So prepare for a chance of a lifetime illusions of news about savanaclaw: Be prepared for sensational news A shining new era Is tiptoeing nearer Jack: And where do we feature? Leona glaring at the wolf's returning glare: Just listen to teacher he frowns a bit: I know it sounds sordid he tosses illusionary money at them: But you'll be rewarded When at last I am given my dues! he pulls out and rips apart a diasomnia flag: And injustice deliciously squared all: Be prepared!

all: It's great that we'll soon be connected With a player who'll be all-time adored Leona smirking as he watches them: Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected To take certain duties on board more illusionary money is thrown: The future is littered with prizes he smirks as he places a crown on his head: And though I'm the main addressee his smirk falls: The point that I must emphasize is the illusions disappear as he roars: You won't get a sniff without me!

He throws out another diasomnia flag: So prepare for the coup of the century he throws a picture of malleus into the mud: Be prepared for the murkiest scam Meticulous planning Tenacity spanning he looks at the 2nd place trophies from previous times: years of denial Is simply why I'll he sets them on fire: Be winner undisputed he walks past the lineup, some bowing some saluting: Respected, saluted he flips back onto the rock smirking: And seen for the wonder I am Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared Be prepared! all excitedly ripping up diasomnia stuff with claws and teeth: Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared Be prepared!

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[wispscribbles]

you know the art you made of Soap "accidentally" giving Ghost a kiss before going on a mission? (before they started dating) what do you think happened when Soap came back from the mission? :3c

follow up to this post

They start dating of course! <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All he knows is flirt with men and lie.

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[dandeleon]

half fidd friday half "what if stan & ford found a cat and kept it on the stan o' war II with them"

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

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[wuntrum]

2025 horror pin up calendar!!

print version | digital (/print it yourself) version

a labor of love, truly <3 prepare for the new year with 12 suggestive (and silly) horror characters :) featuring characters from: american psycho, bride of re-animator, the evil dead, hannibal, jason x, frankenhooker, alien, an american werewolf in london, jennifer's body, saw, the thing, and scream! to see the full specs of the calendar, check out the pages above!

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A colored, simple, three panel comic of teen Gojo Satoru and Megumi Fushiguro. Panel one: Megumi sits on a stool, feet hanging barely half way down, as Gojo kneels in front of them bandaging their arm and holding their hand. Megumi has Gojo's sunglasses and is labeled "gojo put the sunglasses on them to keep Megumi's hair out of wounds." Gojo says "You got pretty close this time, Gumi! Want my help taming Nue next time?" Second panel: Megumi from the waist up, looking at her bandaged arm and saying "No. I'm alright Dad." A small cartoon Megumi realizes what they said and goes "wait..." Third panel: Gojo has a closed eyes smile and says "Okay, Gumi" but is labeled "Trying very very very very hard to play it cool." Multiple loud and ugly crying cartoon Gojo's reflect his real feelings in the background. /End ID]

They proceed to never talk about it again

[lethal-spaceship]

please more dipcifica i am on my hands and knees 🙏

SIR YES SIR also feel free to give me any dipcifica requests (twirling my hair giggling)

when I got this ask I was like:

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[ruporas]

… and it all came flowing to his brain, three years of his youth. (ID in alt)

[sunn-mechanic]

[ID in alt]

Some Papyruses :]

+ spreading my papyrus can float propaganda.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At your side [End of Season 2]

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