#still here by digital daggers

[yournaothings]

Still Here

He dreams of his brother.

A peaceful memory, where he was able to relax with his brother.

A silly one shot that was inspired by the song; "Still Here" by Digital Daggers.

It's a very short fic, and probably sucky. But, I wanted to show the pain Dream is still dealing with while in his new home.

(Takes place shortly after Dream moves into his new apartment in the hybrid AU.)

Dreamtale Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog.

--->

The park was beautiful. 

Dream felt at peace when he entered the park and started towards the garden of flowers, trees bordering the garden to give plenty of shade, but far enough away that the sun could reach the flowers. He paused at the flower beds and leaned down to smell the refreshing fragrance of the flowers. He smiled and sighed contently and quietly made his way towards a tree he started to favor since coming here. 

It wasn’t as big as his tree from home, nor the one he always found himself sitting under with Core!Frisk or Epic. This one had a smaller trunk, yet it seemed so perfect just for him. It dipped in enough that he fit against it perfectly as he sat down and made himself comfortable. 

The children were at play, running around and playing pretend. Giggling and playful screams were far enough away from him that it didn’t bother him much. He smiled and leaned back against the tree, letting his sockets close and he felt himself drift off into his thoughts. 

The wind was gentle as it flew between the trees, playing with the loose fabric of his clothing. He breathed in the fresh air and released another peaceful sigh as his mind faded into a favored memory. 

Another beautiful sunny day. 

Usually he would already be in the village to play with his friends, but he had decided to stay with Nighty. He missed him. 

Beside him, he couldn’t hear his brother reading aloud anymore; Dream peeked open an eye light to look at his brother only to find him lost in thought. Nighty’s focus was somewhere in the distance, his bone brow dipping down and a frown had chased away his brilliant smile. 

“What’s wrong?” Dream asked, startling his brother out of his thoughts. Nightmare turned his startled eye lights to look at his brother, surprised; “I thought you were asleep.” Dream laughed softly and shook his head. “I wasn’t! I was only resting my eyes!” 

Nighty laughed and rolled his eyes. “You were sleeping.” He awkwardly teased Dream. The bright and positive brother poked him in the side, earning him a yelp of surprise. “I was not! I was listening to your story!” 

“Yeah? Then, what was the last sentence I read?” Nightmare challenged his brother with his own grin. Dream’s embarrassed blush on his cheekbones and his stuttering reply was answer enough. “See? You were asleep.” Nighty said and closed his book before setting it aside. 

Frowning, Dream leaned closer hugging his brother close, startling him; “I’m sorry, Nighty! I won’t fall asleep again! I wanna hear the story!” Nightmare laughed and rolled his eyes once more. “Alright, but don’t fall asleep again!” With a cute chuckle, Dream nodded. “I promise that I won’t!” 

Dream did fall asleep once more. 

-

“Did you fall asleep again?”

Dream slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at his side; Nightmare was no longer at his side. His innocent, wonderfully smart brother of his, with his beautiful violet eye lights that matched his outfit- he was no longer at Dream’s side. No longer looking at him with his happy smile. His eyes crinkled with delight after receiving a new book to read. Eating his favorite snack. Reading to his brother. 

Nightmare was gone, along with his voice. 

Tears burned at his eye sockets and Dream reached up to wipe the stray tears that he couldn’t hold back. His soul ached from the memory. When times were better. When Nighty was happy, and normal. When he wasn’t hurt by the villagers. 

Before Dream accidentally hurt him by choosing to stay with the villagers and not at Nighty’s side. Protecting mother. 

It really was his fault, wasn’t it? All of it. His mother’s death. Nighty being hurt and forced to eat the apples. His transformation. 

Stars, how he missed his brother… 

He pulled his phone out from his pocket to check the time; he had been here long enough. Now, with a sad sigh, Dream pulled himself up and dusted himself off before making his way back home. 

It was best to leave all of that in the past. He would keep his brother where he belonged; in his memories. 

Hidden companion, phantom, be still in my heart. Make me a promise that time won’t erase us, that we were not lost from the start.

I’d die to be where you are. I tried to be where you are. 

Every night, I dream you’re still here. The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear. When I awake, you’ll disappear, back to the shadows with all I hold dear, I dream you’re still here.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Fanfic prompt: Legend met his dream girl in his literal dreams

I am surprised that he didn’t try to take a six month depression nap in hopes of seeing her again

But it would have been so fucked up if he actually does see her again every time he dreams

And then proceeded to stop interacting with the disappointment that is the real world for anything that isn’t absolutely necessary

When linked universe happens he is constantly trying to get back to Marin

And at first glance everyone just made fun of him because he is worse than Sky with sleeping

Till they find out why exactly he is doing it (they feel like shit afterwards)

Because knowing that your brother is just so messed up that he would rather spend his time asleep in a perfect world he made up in his head then face reality

Legend be like : “when real life is meaningless you can always hibernate till it is worth living again” (also basically just forever because it is legend we are talking about)

The chain : “WTF , that is the most depressing and upsetting sentence I have ever heard and I know time personally (said time as well )

Then they desperately try to make him enjoy his time with them but it just isn’t working as well as they hoped for

Because the hero of legend has a life that really doesn’t offer something that he hasn’t already had in his dreamscape

The dream is peaceful and loving

Reality is not

The dream offers him the chance to meet his lover again

Reality doesn’t

The dream won’t be harsh and unforgiving

It would not end with him alone again

Reality would always leave him alone

The dream offers an escape

Reality will only offer the escape of death

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

okay my qbbh playlist is too small and i would LOVE to pad it out more- anyone have some good recs? 👀

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Spoilers, violence, flashing lights from 3:09 until 3:13

Title: Still Here

Editor: Kenji

Song: Still Here

Artist: Digital Daggers

Anime: The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya (film)

Category: Drama

[jacklelanturn]

NPC ID Photos

[unmeiokaemasu]

It’s Ikesoren week 2023 and I very much want to participate, but I vastly underestimated how out of practice I was, so I’m gonna cut my losses and call it here - but I’m glad I made the effort. I’ll try scaling even further back for day 2 :’)

[mars-aria]

"Back to the shadows with all I hold dear . . ."

[of-naboo]

                    Still Here.

     His back was towards her as it often had been for years now, but that never stopped the woman from speaking. Although at the moment no words were offered, all she could do was stare at him while keeping her distance across the room. A sullen silence filled the room as the man stared passed the glass of a window out into the blackness of space. "I always hated when you would fall quiet, it always meant you were deep in thought... often thinking of something that hurt or brought unease to you."

     Padmé Amidala could hear the sigh be released, yet as usual, he never responded. There was a pain in her chest, that of a broken heart. It was hard to be around and offer company to someone yet feel so alone. The thought crossed her mind plenty... did he feel alone as well? He was surrounded by many, but that didn't mean the man wasn't alone.

     The female took a few strides forward, what sounded like echoing footsteps across a black floor would sound like nothing to others- that was if there had been anyone else with them. If there had been, instead, what others would have heard is the breathing of the man they both feared and respected. "I know you call yourself Darth Vader now..." Padmé briefly fell silent as the foreign name rolled off of her tongue, "They see you in the dark... for they will never see or picture you in the light like I have." A faint smile formed on her lips as she continued to move towards him until she stood directly behind the man known as Darth Vader. Despite the attire that covered him from head to toe, she could still sense something, no someone familiar beneath it all. "Anakin..." She breathed the name with a great amount of relief. Her hand extended, touching his right shoulder.

     "You will always be Anakin Skywalker... my Ani... my friend, my love, my husband. Even in the death, I still see and sense the good in you. Deep down, but it's still there. I feel it."  

     She leaned forward to press her forehead against his back. For a moment she remained both still and silent, her brown gaze fixated on his black clothing in front of her face. "Do you still think of the time we had spent together?" She asked knowing there wouldn't be a reply. "When we first met... we were both just kids." Padmé could feel her smile growing. Are you an angel?, it was the first thing he had said to her. Even at her age back then she was taken back, in a good way of course. Little did she know how much little Anakin would have meant to her in the future. "I still remember trying to deny my feelings for you. I was trying to do what I thought was right, but in the end, I was wrong. I hurt you in the process..." "Our wedding was private, small... beautiful. I was so happy." Amidala buried her face into him. No reaction. She could feel her emotions beginning to get the best of her.

     Padmé's eyes burnt as she took a trip down memory lane alone, or at least she'd think that would be the case. "I think, no, I know one of the best moments in my life was when I told you I was pregnant with your children." Her smile remained as her thoughts went to their children, Leia and Luke. That smile faded... she wanted to raise the both of them with Anakin, but that dream was gone... long gone.

     "It's not too late, Ani. It's never too late." Her words surely fell on deaf ears like that had for years now... yet she wouldn't stop. A small gasp passed her lips when he moved forward, leaving her hand to fall back to her side while she watched him walk out of her vision. The woman's heart throbbed in pain. In the reflection of the window, she watched him stop at the door. "I know you're suffering..." Padmé's voice was a soft whisper as she held back a sob, "You don't need to be in pain." The man stood there only a moment longer before exiting. In the window's reflection was an empty room, even where she stood was empty, her reflection was nothing. Tears rolled down her cheeks. One day Anakin will return. He is there... he just needs a push.

[lunaefall]

Still Here (Guiping) — Genshin Impact AMV

I'm in love with them help my masochist angst lover heart

[fuck-with-my-mind]

Digital Daggers - Still Here 

[gaycactusscoundrel]

Song of the Day 12/25/2023

[ixafantasia]

favorite digital daggers song i love them

[transformers-spike]

I'm in great need of a desperate to please, absolutely lovesick Starscream who will do anything to pleasure the reader. Whatever they want? He's raring to give it.

Goddammit writing his POV always kicks my ass, but here have me attempting to decipher him for the umpteenth time

How dare you forgive him?

After all he’s done; the abductions, the threats, the torture – you still looked upon his visage and refused to give in to ire. “I know you’re a dick, but why do you want to be hated?” you asked him once, dangling your legs from the mezzanine, ignoring the two-wheeler’s fiery gaze boring a hole through his back. “Is your processor malfunctioning?” he asked in return, crossing his arms and ignoring the watchful optics of the Autobots surrounding him. “After all I’ve done, hatred is the best I can hope for.” “Nah, I think it’s deeper than that. I think you’re a sad little man who can’t even fathom genuine empathy.” He would have grabbed your pathetic human frame and threatened to crush you if not for the yellow mech hovering around him looking after his own human pet. Your disregard for your own safety led you to trail behind him on a cycle by cycle basis. “It’s not like we have anything better to do,” you said, jogging to keep up with his wide strides. “Besides, I think you can use the company. I can’t imagine being on your own for so long has done your mental health any favors.” He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to smash into his pede and fall down, clutching at your nose. “Motherfuck-” you hissed. “What makes you think I want your company?” He turned around and watched you wipe the blood from your face, trying not to cringe at the sight. “You are nothing but a useless fleshling.” “There we go again with the avoidant behavior,” you said, grinning like you were in on a private joke. “I guess you really had it bad around the Decepticons, huh.” “Preposterous!” He leaned down to thrust an indignant digit in your chest. “I was the Second in Command, my position was coveted by all. How dare you speak so lightly on matters beyond your comprehension!” “Yeah sure,” you drawled, patting his digit dismissively. “I doubt it was that coveted once Megatron made his big fat return.” Beyond his better judgement he snatched you up and brought you to optic level. You reeled in his grip, gaze flickering between the hard ground and his sneer. Initial fear and panic were replaced with… concern. “Ah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit this close to home.” It was his turn to reel back. “I don’t need your apology!” he snarled. “Maybe, but the offer still stands.” You looked up at him, concern softening the corners of your eyes. “Hey, I never hated you. Not even when I should have.” You chuckled. “Maybe you’re right and I really am insane for feeling this way compared to-” you gestured at the military base from across the dilapidated landing strip. “I just… I know how it feels like to be beaten down by everyone, both figuratively and literally.” A second chuckle escaped you, darker than the last. “Hey! Everything okay out there?” Starscream nearly dropped you when the green mech shouted from the entrance, glaring daggers at him. “It’s fine!” you called out, waving at the Autobot reassuringly. He scrutinized Starscream for a while longer. “If he gives you any trouble don’t hesitate to say it!” “Eh, I’ll be fine! He’s all bark no bite!” He let out a bellowing laugh and left, but not without sparing Starscream one final scathing glance. He contemplated you in his servo, watching you uselessly wipe away the blood with your sleeve.

“Are you contemplating asking if I’m okay?” you asked with an infuriating smile. “Absolutely not. Where did you even get such a revolting idea?”

You pointed behind him. “Your wings.”

He looked back and, sure enough, his wings were hanging low. How could the parts he was proudest off betray him so easily?

“You know,” you gingerly added, resting your chin in your hand, “I’ve always loved how expressive they are, especially their sleek design. It’s a shame there are so few seekers around. You’re all so elegant.”

He blinked at you. “I… why of course seekers have the most elegant frames!” He put a proud servo to his chest. “As annoying as you are, at least you can see true beauty when it’s in front of you!” You flashed him a warm smile. It’s been an… odd transition, to say the least. How you seem to have stuck by his side for the better part of six quartexes, ever the loyal turbofox. Things have gotten… heated between the two of you, although not by his initiation, of course. Praises come easy to you, and as much as he would like to reject your prattling… it feels nice to be finally recognized. He has given into your sweet nothings because he has no better options left (nevermind having last interfaced millennia ago), allowing you to worship his spike with an adoration he hasn’t experienced since… frag, he can’t remember. Perhaps the power dynamic is different, having someone so small caress his interface array – someone who cannot hurt him in any way. Safety. Is this what he craves? To let you stroke the sensitive plating of his wings and feel completely at ease? You’re no seeker, you can’t possibly understand their importance even if he explains it. Yet… there is respect in your gestures, carefully caressing them in his alt-mode, before and after the flights you indulge in. It’s a strange appreciation, your kind lacks the EM field to bond without physical touch, but this type of affection is… acceptable. You’re exceedingly easy to overwhelm; throwing your head back when he presses his glossa between your legs, terribly sensitive to the slightest contact, singing sweetly as he pleasures you. You’re small and delicate in his servos, giving off a dainty charm, perhaps similar to that of a seeker if not for your fleshy mesh. Not that it’s of any importance anymore. Going as far as to properly interface with you has been… nerve wracking. Can you come close to understanding what it means to him? To be in such a vulnerable position? Maybe so from the manner in which you submit to him, accepting being completely at his mercy. Mass displacement is, surprisingly enough, useful outside of war; allowing him to embrace you as your hands trail up and down his wings. He never could have imagined humans were so… warm and welcoming. You take him so well for something so small, swallowing up the entirety of his spike in spite of your limits, gazing up at him with a dazed look in your eyes and giving him a thumbs up in tone deaf reassurance. Oh you never learn. When he attempts to kiss you, you allow him to explore at his leisure, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your legs tighten around his waist when you’re reaching overload, eagerly grinding against his spike until he’s forced to pin you down and put you in your place. “Don’t rush it,” he purrs, trailing the back of a digit down your cheek. “Consider this my first proper “apology”, so be a dear and accept it.”

[echo-bleu]

The Sculptor in her Workshop, Unknown, Late Third Age, Tirion.

and

The Return of the Lost Son, Unknown, Early Fourth Age, Tirion.

This is something of a companion piece to this Nerdanel character study (on AO3). In it, she sculpts her husband and sons as she feels them die across the sea, and she waits long ages for Maglor until he comes home.

(Makalaurë, standing still in the empty space that long awaited him, makes a better marble than live body.)

I think this is the most detailed piece I've ever done. I genuinely started it as "oh, I have a very vivid mind picture of this scene, I could do a little sketch!" and here I am about two weeks and 19 hours of painting later. I'm really proud of it, though.

Please reblog if you like it!

IDs (also in alt), details and more rambling under the cut.

[ID: Two digital paintings of the same room, a sculptor's workshop. In the first, Nerdanel, a light-skinned elf woman with long curly red hair, is working on an abstract sculpture in marble. Behind her are six marble life-sized statues: Fëanor, brandishing a gem, Maedhros, with one hand missing, arms partly crossed, and after a gap, Celegorm, kneeling down to hold Huan, Caranthir, reading a book, Curufin, forging a dagger on an anvil, his arm raised to hammer it, and Ambarussa, holding each other. On the foreground right is a large stab of marble waiting to be sculpted. The second painting has the same background with the workshop and statues, with a more reddish tint as if it's sunset. The abstract sculpture has now replaced the slab of stone and in the middle, Nerdanel is kneeling in front of Maglor, as light-skinned elf with very long dark hair, holding his hand, while she has her other hand on her mouth. She is crying. Maglor is standing in the gap between the statues of Maedhros and Celegorm. The other pictures are details of the first two.]

The statues in order: Fëanor, Maedhros, (Maglor), Celegorm&Huan, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod and Amras. Feel free to zoom in, they are each pretty detailed.

This is the first time I've drawn any of the younger sons. I did Nerdanel and Fëanor, Maedhros, Maglor and Celegorm before, each in slightly different AUs, but desiging Caranthir, Curufin and Ambarussa was fun!

Maedhros is missing his hand and has scars, because while Nerdanel never saw it, Finrod came to tell her what he looked like after Angband. She first sculpted him with his hand, though, so I imagine taking a hammer to it must have been... a specific sort of pain.

Curufin is a mix of Fëanor and Celebrimbor, they all look like each other, but I headcanon that Fëanor was more thin and wiry (though still strong), while Curufin was a bit buffer, as he focused more on large works (weapons and infrastructure) than jewellery, and Celebrimbor who was a teen/young adult in the war put up more fat once in Ost-en-Edhil, after many years of privation.

I can never settle on Caranthir's craft/occupation, but it's something bookish. As for Ambarussa, I think Nerdanel just wanted to remember them as happy youths, rather than attach them to any activity.