#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? 👀

[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

[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

[fuck-with-my-mind]

Digital Daggers - Still Here 

[gaycactusscoundrel]

Song of the Day 12/25/2023

[ixafantasia]

favorite digital daggers song i love them

[rafesangelita]

hiii i was just reminded of this song & thought it was v angsty rafe coded so if you’re still accepting requests for your 5k celebration (congrats sm again btw!!!) may i req a 🍪 with sober by elita?

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

pairing: dark!rafe x bambi!reader

summary: ❝when i'm with you i float on a cloud, but you cover my mouth and leave my legs bound. i'm scared that i gave you all of the control. i can't get up, i've dug myself into a hole.❞ — a back and forth match about rafe’s sobriety ends with him between your thighs.

warnings: dark themes, drug use, mentions of addiction and sobriety, arguing, yelling, rafe drugs you, dubcon (?), rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slapping, choking, crying, dacryphilia, no aftercare whatsoever :(

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is out of the norm for me to write, pls read warnings carefully and don’t read any further if you’re not comfortable <3

“what are you doing?” you froze, eyes puffy and red from crying. rafe looked up from the small bag of blow between his fingers, his eyebrows knitting in irritation. “what the fuck does it look like?” he sneered, his knee bouncing as he itched for his next bump. you watched him take the white powder on his finger, wasting no time in rubbing the substance on his gums. your heart broke for him. “you said you were going to stop..” you stepped closer to him, the tears flowing once again.

“yeah? well, what else can i do?” he pushed you back, your hands catching onto his arm. “you promised me, rafe! you said it!” you cried, your boyfriend getting up before slamming you down on your shared bed. you released a breath, his manic eyes burning into yours. “look at you.” you whispered, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “how did we get here?” you croaked, panic settling in the pit of your stomach. rafe gritted his teeth, squeezing you tighter.

you started struggling against him, only being able to get out of his grip when you raked your nails down his chest. “you did this to yourself!” he shouted, punching the wall. “you choose to stay here, so i don’t ‘wanna hear shit.” rafe spat, turning around to shoot daggers at your crying form. “i just want you to be healthy. ‘n not high all the time.” you whispered the last part, your heart dropping when he narrowed his eyes at you. “what did you just say?” rafe stalked towards you.

“you know it’s true.” you scooted further up the bed, your heart hammering in your chest when he started laughing. “your eyes get so big, you scare me.” you flinched when he gripped the bedsheets, pulling them so he could get you close. “i scare you?” he laughed harder, “i’ll really give you something to be scared about.” you attempted to run, but he ultimately had the upper hand in caging you between his arms. “where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?”

you shook your head, cupping his face. he looked like he was on the verge of going off the deep end. “no where! no where..” you were panting, afraid of what he might do. you had to be careful and watch your every move when rafe wasn’t in his right mind. any slip of tongue or the wrong movement would send him spiraling. “you trying to leave me?” his voice dropped a few octaves, his fingers shaking against your skin. “no. i could never leave you, remember?”

the fear in your eyes were as clear as day, and rafe knew you were lying out of instinct to stay on his good side. that only pissed him off more. swallowing thickly, rafe sat back on his heels, taking the small bag out of his pocket. “i didn’t want to do this to you, baby..” he took the tip of his finger and dipped it in. “but i promise you’ll feel so good.” with the powdery drug on his index finger, you started thrashing against him as he forced his digit inside of your mouth.

“no!” you screamed, but it was too late. rafe wore a wicked smile, popping the same finger in his mouth to get off the residue that didn’t smear against your tongue and gums. you stayed frozen underneath him, looking up at the ceiling as rafe got up from on top of you. not knowing where he went, or what he went to do, you laid there until you found it impossible to be still. getting up from the bed, you walked into the bathroom where you stared at your reflection.

your pupils were absolutely blown, a pang of hurt pulling at your heartstrings. you had given rafe so much control, that he did the unthinkable to you. speaking of the devil, you looked up at him as he emerged from behind the door, his eyes meeting your matching ones. he wore a smug look on his face, like he was proud of himself for corrupting you. “feel like you could run a marathon?” you were breathing fast, a thin sheen of sweat adorning your skin.

“how could you?” you turned around, his hands planting themselves on your hips. he felt hot, like his flesh was on fire. “don’t worry, bambi, you’ll be fine.” he kissed you, his taste just as intoxicating. if it wasn’t for the endorphins running through your veins at a million miles per minute, you would’ve pushed rafe away. instead, you felt like you needed to move, and fast. you kissed him back, the fervor between the two of you growing until he picked you up and carried you to your room.

nipping your bottom lip, you whimpered, the stinging sensation only making you cling onto rafe with more desperation. “gonna fuck you so good, baby. ‘have you coming down from that high around my cock.” he pinned you to the mattress, forcing your legs open as he slipped his shirt off in one swift movement. you gasped when he held both of your ankles in one hand, pushing down so your knees met your chest.

the sound of rafe’s zipper was the last thing you heard before he thrusted into you without warning, eliciting a piercing scream from your lips. he hadn’t got you ‘ready’ for him the way he normally did, your walls fluttering around the intrusion that was his throbbing cock. your back arched off of the sheets, your eyes watering as rafe merely used you to get himself off. he worked with precision, having no regard for you as he relentlessly slammed his hips into your own.

your nails dug into your skin, forming crescents as you cried underneath him. “rafe!” you tapped on his arm, which only agitated him. “shut the fuck up.” he said through gritted teeth, landing a slap to your cheek. holding your face, rafe looked down and groaned. he knew it was wrong to get off on you crying, but with lust and blow running through his system, he didn’t care. “you’re so mean.” you whined, your muscles aching as he started toying with your clit.

“i’m not mean. i’m the one who fuckin’ takes care of you,” he pressed a kiss to your calf, “so just lay there and take what i give you.” your eyes rolled back, your thighs trembling when his thrusts became sloppy. you hated yourself for falling into his ministrations, your orgasm ripping through you as rafe collapsed on top of you with a moan. “oh, shit.” he spilled inside of you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your velvety walls. he wiped your eyes before kissing your cheek.

you were coming down from both highs when he left you, the sound of the shower turning on in the nearby bathroom. you felt scared, not knowing what to think of your reaction to the drug you grew to hate so much. when rafe got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he didn’t spare you a glance before changing and plopping down on the edge of the bed. “you make me lose my temper when you wanna argue about shit like that. keep your mouth shut next time.”

[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.