she sensed a shift in energy before the stranger had even crossed the threshold of her shop. "yes i'm miss constance, owner of this shop. are you interested in a particular decade, sir?" she said calmly, greeting him with a polite smile ; trying not to show that she was... tense. his aura was... heavy. dark. something was... something was wrong... it was different than she usually felt. brown eyes looked at the stranger - he definitely belonged among the living. not a ghost. not a lost soul. not a werewolf. what was he?
starter call ( accepting ) | @ghostlyxserenade
The Corinthian wanders in, a hand in his pocket, the other pushing open the door to enter the shop. The nightmare lets out a hum, browsing the shelves before his attention landed on her. “Quite the shop you got here. Are you perhaps the owner?”
🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .
002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud .
003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm.
004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls .
005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air .
006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument .
007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers .
008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys .
009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions .
010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly .
011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses .
012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead .
013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals .
014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks .
015. a pond with ducks, seeking food .
016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago .
017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells .
018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors .
019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon .
020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks .
021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks .
022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes .
023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee .
024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind .
025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees .
026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river .
027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes .
028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere .
029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire .
030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area .
031. a lone phone box on a street corner .
032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact .
033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen .
034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path .
035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep .
036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it .
037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger .
038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers .
039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma .
040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep .
041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder .
042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove .
043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows .
044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance .
045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare .
046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents .
047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf .
048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room .
049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean .
050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
mushrooms mushrooms mushrooms. mushrooms growing from empty eye sockets ; mushrooms peeking out of the throat. spores in the lungs spores in the brain. mycelium growing inside, spreading between bones, between tissues. inside the human flesh. mushrooms. mushrooms in the forest. mushrooms growing in the circle. MUSHROOMS MUSHROOMS!... ; these words, these images floods her visions, haunts her dreams. phantom whispers guiding her through the moonless night when she wanders off through a dark forest. where will they lead her this time...? find john constantine... find john constantine... find john constantine... find john constantine... find him...
woman blinks several times waking up from trance, looking around trying to recognise anything that will tell her where she is .... this time. everything is blurry, it's hard to concentrate when they are constantly talking, communicating... john constantine... find him... find john.. who... why him? constantine. she remembers why ; he is one that can help find the connection between mushrooms and missing people. was she in the right place? the deceased answered her... IT'S HIM!!! HIM! he was found . how can she ignore the shattering screams ringing in his ears? how can she unsee the dark shadows surrounding his figure like a mournful shroud? she found him, sitting in a small-town bar, smoking cigarette after cigarette. ❝ mister constantine, may i have a word with you? ❞ she tried to sound as normal as possible considering how strange the situation was ; a confused woman awakened in the middle of nowhere from a spirit-possesion & talking to something mortal eyes cannot see - a typical night for her.
❝ are you asking if i am ... human or something else? my mother was a human being and my father... no. it's a bit bizarre, but i turned out to be an omen of death, a lesser-known 'cousin' of the banshee. ❞
@ghostlyxserenade ∣ sc
"What are you, if I may ask? You seem... unfamiliar to me. Unknown."
𝒪𝒩𝒞𝐸 𝒰𝒫𝒪𝒩 𝒜 𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒜𝑀. ; sandman fanfiction based on the role-play story plotted by @lucidxxdreamer & @thenightmareofyourdrems. ; written by alex @lucidxxdreamer
a dream walker can't exist without the dreaming. a mystical bond that cannot be broken, ever. one cannot exist without the other. being cut off from astral plane. it hurts, like losing a limb, like losing something that had always been a part of it. it aches like not being able to breathe, agony of not being able to dream. something bad was going on with her.... something wrong. there was something, something nasty eating away at her from the inside. hatred, anger and rage growing in her system, like a cancer spreading in every cell. negative emotions poisoning from the inside, filling the void that was left by being cut off from the dreaming. something evil, something rotten. the sickness. the corruption.
but this is what she wanted, what she craved. sever the ties with the dream world, break the emotional bond with oneiros. pull him out of her life, throw him out. she hated him so much, despised him. he took so much from her. morpheus stole her freedom, broke her mind and failed her trust.
he broke her heart. this is what she desired. and desire always keeps their promises... right dear brother?
don't walk away, don't walk away, oh when the world is burning. don't walk away, don't walk away, oh when the heart is yearning. ; ash & dream angsty edit for @thenightmareofyourdrems (<3)
𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 ; ash & morpheus feeding the birds. * the sandman universe OC.
𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 '𝐚𝐬𝐡' 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫. (FC ; diana silvers) eighteen. born and raised in a small farming town in nebraska. high student by day, waitress by night. part of hard rock band called '' the nightmarish nightmare .'' painter & guitarist by choice, oneironaut (dream walker) by twist of fate. daughter of a small-town cop and crystal shop owner. narcoleptic with addiction to energy drinks and vegan junk food. 𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐩-𝐭 ; disorganized, stressed out easily, overly emotional, enthusiastic, empathetic, highly creative. sagittarius. demisexual.
( platonic ships are just as important as romantic ones! so here’s some dialogue prompts for all your friendship needs! feel free to change as you seem fit. )
❛ remind me why we’re friends again? ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ do you think we’re friends in every universe? ❜
❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜
❛ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❜
❛ please don’t ever become a stranger. ❜
❛ i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you. ❜
❛ you’re important to me, you little shit. ❜
❛ i can always count on you. ❜
❛ here, you can borrow my jacket. ❜
❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜
❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜
❛ do you think we’ll ever stop being friends? ❜
❛ i found this cool rock that made me think of you. ❜
❛ you can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids. ❜
❛ here’s a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window. ❜
❛ that sounds dangerous. i’m in! ❜
❛ we’re still friends, right? ❜
❛ i don’t have a date, so do you wanna be my plus one? ❜
❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜
❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜
❛ you’re the best, you know that? ❜
❛ i’m not hitting you, it’s called platonic bdsm. ❜
❛ you’re more family to me than my own family is. ❜
❛ because i like you. because you’re my friend. ❜
❛ i feel like i can be myself around you. ❜
❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜
❛ you are literally too stupid to insult. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ who needs them. we can have fun on our own. ❜
❛ you deserve every good thing that comes your way. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’ve got your back! ❜
❛ you’re like, the strongest person i know. ❜
❛ friends don’t lie. ❜
❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜
❛ you can come over any time. it’s not a problem. ❜