#nine inch nails - wish

[t-800]

NINE INCH NAILS - WISH [1992] Directed by Peter Christopherson

[macbethz]

why is no one talking about this

[vetdoll]

[akirenhell]

Trent Reznor was so fucking right when he said "I just want something I can never have".

[mustardiscool]

trent reznor, self destruct tour

[finckyoufreeky]

Is this Lestat's?

[pileojunk]

Spent today making ink textures for these and I gotta say this is some of my favourite shit to work with my dudes it gives me all the serotonin

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

idk why trent chose to express his misery in a seductive manner and use innuendos every two lyrics but its working

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Destinytober24: Day 3 - Wish

So... this prompt happens to also be the name of one of my favourite Nine Inch Nails songs...

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

The Man with No Name's equally nameless ghost watches silently as more alcohol pours into the glass, ever impressed by its chosen's ability to dance along the edge of alcohol poisoning for longer than seems physically possible.

The ghost has not yet had its ability to speak removed. Yet it is silent just the same.

Other ghosts have deep emotional bonds with their chosen. Other ghosts love their chosen. Other ghosts have chosen who are decent people. Not this one. Not here. Not now.

Orin was a chance at salvation. He blew it. He blew it twice, the bastard. Would it kill him to stop lying for five minutes? Probably. Then he'd have to stop lying to himself.

The glass is empty again. The ghost watches it refill.

"Why did it have to be her?" his chosen asks, slurring the words.

The ghost does not answer.

"Anyone but her. Wouldn't have mattered. I wouldn't care."

The ghost looks around. They are in a storeroom. His chosen crawled in through a window and popped open a shipping crate. There is more than enough alcohol to kill the man a hundred times. The ghost wonders if he will go through it all.

Now the Man with No Name sits, feet splayed out in front of him, his back to a crate, eight bottles in. Why does he bother with the glass at all? Perhaps it is a texture thing, or something to do with having hands. The ghost does not know.

"Wish there was something real. Something true," the man says, the words barely intelligible.

He is staring straight ahead. The ghost moves closer. No reaction. The man is likely blind at this point.

A few minutes later he is dead.

A few minutes after that, the Man with No Name's ghost resurrects him and dodges a flailing hand.

"Fuck you," the nameless man snarls with the first breath of his newest life.

The ghost trails off around a corner and waits to hear the sound of alcohol refilling a glass before returning.

"You should talk to someone," the ghost finally speaks.

"You know me, I hate everyone."

"You didn't hate her."

"I do now."

"You could find someone else."

"Never gonna be anyone else. Not now. Not ever. This wasn't supposed to happen. And it sure as hell ain't happenin' again."

"You could go after her."

The ghost is not fast enough to dodge the bottle but it does manage to spin away from the fist that follows it.

It transmats out at the first crackle of Arc energy.

When the ghost rematerializes, the Man with No Name is once more too drunk to stand. The nameless ghost hovers at eye-level.

"I want out," the man says.

"Out of what?"

"Here. This. Everything."

"Final Death?"

"Nah. There's gotta be something else. Something out there. Somewhere… far away from here."

"If you want to leave the system you'll need a crew."

Link to the entire month's worth of prompts on Ao3, posted daily.

[cold-black-and-infinite]

Even after all these years, he's still fisting

Mikey and His Uke | "Wish" Cover (feat. Tony Hawk, Dillinger Escape Plan, The Bronx, Kat Lucas & Ryan Leger)

[nowimnothiing]

1 WHOLE YEAR SINCE NIN IN CLEVELAND!! NEVER FORGET!

[t-800]

"You don't really feel them til you're off stage."

Trent Reznor's Self Destruct Tour injuries

[sleepingexplorer]

actively soliciting song recs for a mixtape/playlist to be titled Who Told That Skinny Goth Boy To Go So Hard

soft rules: goth or goth-adjacent, boy

hard rules: overdramatic, absolute banger

can be from any decade, I mean absolutely any

[auntierayeraye]

Wish

Nine Inch Nails

[mustardiscool]

holy grail of trent pictures that make me envious