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The Thralls
It's pretty rare to see Desmond, Trepid, Kismet, and Covet all in one room for this long but Nightmare is important enough to stay.
Eldritch Twins AU by Me
Cross by Jakei95
Dust by ask_dusttale
Horror by Sour Apple Studios
Killer by rahafwabas
#eldritch twins#wraith art#Desmond#Trepid#Covet#Kismet#killer#horror#dust#cross#wraith suggestive#just for Desmond and that cheeky tongue of his
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Eldritch Twins belong to @wr-n
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Dove from the Eldritch Twins AU by @/wr-n!
I love his design-
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I love the idea of Nightmare and Dream's magic also creating monsters every time they have a nightmare. Like big sea monsters or incomplete works coming alive and using blood and bone to finish themselves. It's probably the job of Overseers to handle these things.
The first time the temples were attacked was probably the worse. Which could have spurred the creation of the Deep Speakers, who could sense untamed magic of their Gods. However the power needed to sense these things was also too much for normal bodies to hold and control. That's probably why they become chained after their training is complete.
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More Eldritch twins headcanons/ assigning traits to Ink because @wr-n hasn't said what he is the god of to my knowledge.
Ink is the god of memories and preservation. His memory is inconsistent and what he may or may not remember at a certain time is a mystery, even artifacts that his followers may call blasphemy are stored in his realm where time goes without a name where nothing withers or wilts. his vials allow him to create an exact copy of anything he sees or anything from any memory he peaks into whether it is his own or another's, the paints shimmer the hue of whatever feelings the memory is associated with.
Once one entered, they may never know how much time has passed and yet the mortal world won't wait for your return, you may be reported missing or lose your home or family, even so your God may never be able to mimic those you've lost, you cannot truly mimic what you do not understand, neither can a God, even if he tried would it ever be enough?
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Demon Twins AU prompt
Danny gets stuck as an eldritch shadow creature after his Death because he didn't want to leave his twin. They swore they'd always have each other's backs afterall.
So now he's quiet literally stuck to his twin as his literal shadow. Slowly gaining his strength back.
Meanwhile, the JLD is wondering why some dark spirit has latched itself onto the youngest bat.
(Does Damian know?? Maybe it'd be more angst filled if he didn't, tho
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#damian wayne#dp x dc prompt#demon twin au#eldritch danny#shadow danny#full ghost au#?
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Damian stands before the corpse of his brother.
Is it a corpse? He doesn't know.
They had come to this lonely stretch of land that was once called amity park because something something. Damian hadn't really cared. It was supposed to be a simple get in and get out situation . They were already much busier with their own cases .
Eerie ruined houses and buildings seemed to paint a rather depressing picture. Because you could feel that people used to live here. Half drunken bottles and stollers were out. Just like if everyone just disappeares while walking. But the rotting flesh In the strollers seemed to suggest that darker things have happened here. The everyday norm seemed to frame the gateway to hell. The green glow was the only thing that was truly out of the ordinary.
Perhaps it's just an opening to another Lazarus pit.
But It doesn't feel like a normal Lazarus pit . Damian would know that better than anyone. It somehow felt brighter. And an electric buzz permeated the air. It felt sickening. The destroyed sign makes somewhat of an archway for the entrance. It says Fen- something something? The letter had long fallen off from the elements
"God, bloody hell. This place just reeks of infinite realms," the laughing magician commented before pulling another cigarette from his pocket.
"Infinite realms?" Father grunted
"Don't get your panties twisted. There's a reason I didn't tell you about them, the more you know the harder they are to deal with"
There were more mindless chatter between his family. But Damian ignored that in favor of staring down the archway . It felt like a cold shiver on his back and a horrible burning sensation on the palm of his right hand. Weird.
Damian knew that what awaited him was death. He didn't know whose though.
"Do you feel that?" Damian asked before he could stop himself
Grayson turned to look at him, raising his eyebrow. "Babybat, what? What feeling?"
Damian knew he already walked into communication.
"The cold shiver, and the burning sensation on your right palm"
"Ha! Just sounds like your scared demon brat"
"Forget it"
And they promptly walked into hell.
Damian I've missed you so much! But it's dangerous here. You'll get caught by him
Inside Damian felt as if he was walking for years. All with that , horrible disgusting smell. Burnt flesh and plastic. So overwhelming that his eyes stung even through his mask. He had to wake with his eyes half closed. Stumbling his way through the uneven terrain.
Winding corridors made out of crushed rubble.
Damian , be careful there is sharp glass there
Eerie glow that never seems to get closer.
Damian? I really don't like the Lazarus pits
It was dark and an encompassing ceiling above him felt like spiderwebs, a trap. But beyond that you could see the sky.
Hey Damian? Let's go stargazing again!
Hey Damian please don't go further
Something kept bothering him but he didn't know what. But he kept on walking.
And eventually they found themselves in a big chamber. Lazarus pit waters filled the caver like a lake. Beautiful flowers that seemed misplaced grow up to the sky.
The sky.
Maybe that was the source of the discomfort?. They came in at dawn.
It shouldn't have been dark .
And the stars were wrong. How long did they walk for?
Long enough. Just go please
There was a huge rift. Beyond were Lazarus green lands with floating landscapes. Sometimes you could see something big float by . Damian wonders if they were living or just a part of the landscape.
Beautifully enchanting. Like freedom, feeling of wind on your ski-
And then Damian's eyes fell on the thing. How could he have not noticed that.
Please get away that is not me that is not me that is not me that is not me
Like some kind of a lost puppet it was hung in front of the rift. That was the source of the smell. A white suit that once had been sterile, burnt and fused with the flesh below. Dark burnt hair that hung and thankfully concealed the empty eyes.
For once Damian was thankful he couldn't see something. He just felt that if he saw the thing's eyes, he would never recover.
Because that face.
He knew that face
It was one of he had forgotten a long time ago.
Damian please that is not me plEase. I aM LOSiNg my SeLF
A brother that went missing during a mission.
"God what the fuck is that" Grayson's voice broke Damian's trance.
Damian frowned. It didn't feel appropriate to talk here.
Hide. Hide hide hide hide
A voice broke the silence soon after.
"I advise you to leave immediately" a familiar voice. From the oh so familiar corpse . It grated against his ears. And the corpse moved in tandem. Exaggerated and cartoonish but in a horrid way like a machine struggling to run in their later years. It felt like it was coming from everywhere at once.
Hey Damian let's not go here
Damian it's not a good idea to be here take you family and leave
Damian, let's go another route
I can barely maintain luciedicy please listen to me
"I advice you to leave immediately" just like clockwork. The exact same tone, the exact same horrid little dance.
"Well we can't. Well we can't before we know why In the everliving earth there is a direct portal to the infinite realms here." Constantine seemed to have nonchalance as he spoke but Damian saw his cold sweat. And eyes darting , trying to look anywhere but directly at it .
The corpse directly ignored Constantine. It turned to him . Each movement sharp and gutted.
"Damian we are finally together again :) "
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#danny phantom au#is this done yet?#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#huh#a moment of inspiration led me to this#i wanted to draw but i couldnt rwnder the picture in my head out so ehhh#i dont even know what is happening here#but twin dami and danny#uhhhh so loike danny instead of getting super powers while dying#gets turned into an eldritch monster instead like the other kids#so like timeline here#danny dami as kids in the league -> danny goes on mission -> gets adopted as a fenton -> the portal incident -> instead of turning into#a cool hero he becomes a monster -> at first because he and everyone thought he was just a meta he was just the normal phantom shit -> then#realized he was dead -> everyone realized these werent the normal ghost themed metas -> bcuz they revealed to be ghosts more of the hidden#FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE is seen by the people#like in this au i was foliwing that one au where the infinite realms is actually the primodial chaos#so there ought to be like consequences to knowing that shit#danny splinters into two parts#one montstrous and manipulative part and one kind and protective part#danny tries to protect everyone from himself but oh shit everyone is insane arleady!#leading most people to do the oneway trick to the otherside with just a rope#danny wants to leave but like there is a demon there like he cant leave it or itll be able to leave
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Ryomen Sukuna, the double-faced specter. The undisputed King of Curses, who had claimed the title of Strongest in his time.
… Versus Gojo Satoru. The Strongest sorcerer of the modern age –the strongest by a wide margin. In this world, at least. Back in his own world, where everything (hopefully) hasn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, Geto Suguru can confidently say that it’s Gojo Satoru and Gojo Shiki who hold the title of ‘Strongest’ together between the two of them.
Suguru had never paused to think what the world might be like without them. Either of them. And in this strange new world that he’d been thrown headfirst into without any warning, in this world where Shiki doesn’t exist and Suguru himself is dead and Satoru is left to carry everything alone, it…
It means that Satoru says that he will face Sukuna by himself, and everyone else nods along to this like it’s a foregone conclusion. As if it’s only natural. And perhaps it is, and Suguru knows that Satoru has always enjoyed a challenge, but–
It’s not the same. It’s not the same. Even though rationally, he knows that the Gojo Satoru in this world isn’t his Satoru, Suguru can’t help but worry for him, even despite the smooth confidence that the other man wears like a second skin. His friends and students in this world worry too, but Suguru can see how a not-insignificant number of them also look like they can’t fathom the thought of Gojo losing.
Because Gojo-sensei is the strongest. Invincible. Immaculate and utterly untouchable, and there is no one else who comes close to approaching him.
(“Stay with us, Suguru?”)
… Suguru worries for him.
It’s why he remains at the outskirts of the battlefield, when Gojo clashes with Sukuna. Hovering, watching, as the two sorcerers tear apart their surroundings; bridges collapsing and buildings ripped apart like wet paper. Suguru himself is a Special Grade sorcerer, but the level of a fight like this remains a cut beyond him, still. Just the multiple back-to-back Domain Expansions alone would’ve been more than enough to kill him several times over. He can feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck at the cursed energy saturating the air, and the sheer power that they throw around so easily…
It’s something that he’s only ever witnessed from Satoru and Shiki before.
…
He doesn’t know how to describe it. In the aftermath of the single most destructive release of Hollow Purple that Suguru has ever seen, Gojo’s victory appears imminent. But even riddled with injuries and missing half his body as he is, Sukuna looks up with Megumi’s face and smiles, baring his teeth as he brings his hand up in a sharp slashing motion, and–
And something inside Suguru twists, blood thundering in his ears, and his reaction is entirely instinctive. Probably the result of one too many heart attacks that Satoru and Shiki have put him through over the years, if he’s being honest here–
Rainbow Dragon, the most powerful defensive cursed spirit in Suguru’s arsenal, falls to the ground in a spray of red-violet blood, sliced in half. It does not move again, and Suguru knows that it will never move again –his connection to the cursed spirit had been severed instantaneously.
But it’s worth it. Because this means that, instead of having his upper torso separated from the rest of his body, Gojo is only missing an arm and a good portion of his shoulder. It’s his right arm, though, which isn’t good; he’ll need to regenerate the limb in order to form seals for his techniques with his hand–
“… Geto?”
“Gojo,” Suguru returns breathlessly, and then there’s no more time for idle talk. Not when Sukuna laughs, and falls upon them, already having healed from his own wounds –grievous wounds that would’ve killed any other sorcerer three times over. Not when the demon is somehow able to cut through Gojo Satoru’s Limitless technique, how is that possible?!
They struggle, and fight, and do their best. It’s not enough. Suguru and Gojo aren’t as in sync with each other as they need to be against an opponent like Ryomen Sukuna. And while Suguru is a Special Grade sorcerer, he’s not a Special Grade the way that Gojo and Sukuna are–!
Even so, Suguru grits his teeth and fights, tooth and nail, because the only other alternative now that he’s well and truly involved in this (as if he could turn his back on Satoru, any version of Satoru) is to give up, and Suguru refuses to do that.
… Is this how I’m going to die?
…
In the brief instant right before Suguru knows that he is about to face certain death, when his mind is only full of an endless refrain of Satoru, Shiki, somehow–
Sukuna stops.
The monster puppeteering Megumi’s body freezes, and looks upwards. It takes a moment for Suguru to register this odd, odd reaction, and he…
… he can’t exactly blame him.
Because when Suguru decides to take his chances and glances upwards himself to see what suddenly caught Sukuna’s attention, it’s abundantly clear that there’s something wrong. The sky –pulses, for lack of a better word. A strange sort of ripple that materializes in this space without any rhyme or reason, before it stretches open, a yawning circle of something–
Something–
Nothing.
Everything.
… What opens up in the sky in this moment is a chalice of purest darkness, overflowing with brilliant light. The frozen dawn, wrought with evening stars. There are flames curling within ice, meteorites shattering into dust, entire galaxies that wither and bloom–
It doesn’t make any sense. It’s utterly incomprehensible. Suguru stares up at the yawning, gaping maw of– of something, surely, but at the same time he doesn’t know what he’s seeing at all. Infinite possibilities, finite endings. Suguru stares and stares, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing, but the more he peers into that unfathomable void in the sky, the less he can decipher from it.
It’s… almost as if his mind simply refuses to register what he’s seeing.
Then, there is a hand.
A pale, white hand, reaching out with open fingers splayed into the air. And he does mean white, alabaster-white. The hand is followed by a slender wrist, than an entire arm, and a shoulder–
… It’s a person, that much is evident from the humanoid form. The towering creature that emerges from the hole in the sky is most certainly not a person, though. In terms of size, it’s probably large enough to rival Mahoraga. And in terms of color, their coloring is wrong.
White. Solidly stark-white, like a statue carved from marble. A flawless and unblemished human form, to be sure; a distinctly androgynous work of perfection that cannot be mistaken for anything other than unnatural.
Two arms fall down at its sides, while two more sweep out with palms faced upwards. The creature also has two heads. One is attached normally to the body as a regular human would be, while the other is offset slightly above it, much like an attentive brother overlooking his sister from behind, for all their eerie similarities–
–hold on just a fucking moment.
That’s… holy shit. Holy shit. Suguru knows those faces, would know it anywhere, even on his deathbed–!
His mind promptly short-circuits at the mind-shattering revelation. It takes a solid moment, before he’s finally able to loosen his tongue enough to speak again.
“… Satoru,” Suguru whispers disbelievingly, hoping against hope and knowing what he sees down to his very soul. “Shiki?”
What the hell. What the hell.
Suguru, his beautiful, beloved, utterly mad lunatics say to him, voice sweet and ringing with dual-toned laughter. Never play hide-and-seek with us like this again.
#Writing#zenith of stars au#twin cannons au#since it's kinda been mentioned here and there in various asks before#ta-da!#i did my best to make this thing [REDACTED]-free#eldritch abomination sato-shiki lands in twin cannons-verse#well-timed entrance in their search for suguru haha#this would be the sato-shiki that truly has a cult following#suguru: i left you guys alone for a month and you got a cult??
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Just out of plain curiosity, how many different aus do you have with the silly train boys? I know about the possession au, apocalypse au, dragons au, vampire Ingo au, therapy au, elderwritch Ingo au. Are there any more or is that all of them?
That’s most of them I think! The comprehensive list would be this:
- possession au
- apocalypse au
- twin dragons au
- ingo and the zoroark au
- freight train au (which I really need to expand one day sksks)
- vampire au
- cowboy au
- therapy emmet au
- eldritch abomination au
If you press the tags directly on this post, all the posts from each au should come up in chronological order! :D
#possession au#vampire ingo#twin dragons au#ingo and the zoroark#freight train au#eldritch abomination au#therapy emmet#apocalypse au#ruin au too but that’s a trainwreckshipping au skskks#ruin au#cowboy au#ask#master list
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always two, there are.
#luke skywalker#leia organa#skywalker twins#eldritch skywalkers#tuesday this is all because of you. i hope you know this.#that post of yours is going to live in my head rent free for the forseeable future. grrrgrggrgrgeh scremaing. losing my mind#star wars fanart#original trilogy#a homecoming of galactic consequence#lukka's workshop
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My Martin K Blackwood friend has offered a headcanon of their own - eldritch jonathan sims wearing eyeliner on every single one of his eyes.
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#eldritch jonathan sims#jarchivist#she also said they'd be twins not sisters#i feel like it would be a wonderful little rebellion against the eye#the eye#beholding
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YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS
DESMOND TIIIIME
Desmond and Eldritch Twins belong to me
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
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Jokes on you
Felt a little angsty today. Not sure how often I’ll get to this as I really want to try finishing Mini Phantom Invasion before moving onto a new story line.
🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍
Tucked behind the curtain, a child giggled then laughed as the man on stage glance at him. He didn’t know why but if he didn’t laugh, the man would hit him. So, he laughed to escape the pain and the loneliness. If he giggled and laughed or even smiled, then the pain wouldn’t come and the man payed attention to him.
The boy remembered, there was a time, when he didn’t have to smile all the time but that was a long time ago. He still had a caretaker then… he didn’t know where she went and didn’t ask. They had moved then to. The apartment was smaller and the window in his room was cracked.
That’s when he started to smile all the time. The man didn’t let him call him ‘dad’ anymore since then. The man would come home angry all the time and if he didn’t laugh at his jokes the man would hit him.
So, he laughed and smile and giggled. Even when he wanted to cry and scream and shout.
*****
Danny shot awake as their head bumped against the glass of the bus window. Blinking, they placed their head in their hands as they huffed a laugh. It had been awhile since they’d thought of that man.Glancing out the window from the corner of their eye, they watch as familiar yet long forgotten streets flashed by.
It had been years since they’d last stepped foot in Gotham, with good reason… But something was here in the city. The tugging at their core, that had been there since the beginning, had grown in strength. It had gotten to the point that whenever they transformed, lately, it would cause them physical pain. It was worrying enough to make them giggle when ever they felt it. Which was NOT a welcome returning habit but they were learning to accept themself and this, unfortunately, was apart of them. No matter how much they wished it weren’t and they could forget it all.
A giggle slipped past their lips as they took in the buildings and caught site of bright red graffiti. They didn’t know why their core led them back here but they were not happy to be back in this broken city.
*****
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#dp x dc#dc x dp#joker junior#dc joker#tim drake#red robin#danny phantom#ghost king danny#ghost king au#twins au#batfam#*giggles*#smart Danny phantom#let danny have more than one brain cell#unhinged Danny#eldritch danny#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc au#feral danny#Sunshine feral Danny#danny fenton#bio dad au#gremlin Danny#grimlin danny#feral gremlin danny#Protection obsession#chaos gremlin#chaos gremlin danny
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Funny moment where Padme is walking down a hall in the senate building with her babies at her side and someone in passing stops to greet her, feeling the need also to acknowledge the twins because they are difficult to ignore. "Good day Your Excellency. Looking radiant as always. And your children are--" The senator glances down at the twins who are staring up with wide glassy eyes the color of space and starmelt. For a second, half a second, reality halts and breaks and the galaxy cracks on their twin gazes which come suddenly from far more than four eyes and the shadows of twelve great wings seem to flicker in the void that trails behind them where the chasm of future and past yawns to swallow the essence of nonexistence dripping from their footsteps-- "...so...cute?" Padme smiles calmly at the now sweating, shaking senator and delivers a stoic nod. "Thank you." She hums. "They take after their father." A deft hand is flicked sideways to indicate the subject in question. Full on Eldritch abomination Anakin Skywalker with horns made of shadows and eyes bleeding twilight and limbs drifting in between realms of time and too many voices to name is leaning against the railing eating a sandwich. He throws up a peace sign. "Yo."
#skywalker family#Skywalker eldritch abominations#eldritch anakin skywalker#Eldritch leia skywalker#Eldritch luke skywalker#Padme has a spine of kyber to put up with all three of them#Skywalker family shenanigans#padme skywalker#padme naberrie#padme amidala#anidala#space twins#luke and leia#They probably do pranks like this on purpose#Chaos gremlins#Anakin taught his children well#Chancellor amidala#star wars family#Star wars happy endings#star wars imagine
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Convo things with Cross and Horror
Wind blew in the cast empty field of a long forgotten AU. The sun cast high in the sky, clouds floated by and covered it periodically. The grass followed the dance of the breeze as flowers faces towards the sun.
Cross laid down the blanket and placed down the picnic basket. He had offered to come spend time with Horror in a quiet place. To his surprise Horror recommend this space, it was beautiful after all. Horror looked into the sky and traced the shapes of the clouds with a claw.
"Horror, I'm done setting up." Cross stated as he brought out a thermos filled with soup along with a small bottle of sweet tea. He had already set up the bowls and spoons for their meal.
Horror looked at Cross, the smallest smile on his face. He was dressed in a buttercup yellow summer dress. Torn and stained with blood of the past but it didn't take away from the beauty. Sometimes it made Cross wish he knew how to dress himself.
Horror sat down on the blanket and opened the basket. Taking out bread and a knife, he quietly cut into the bread. Cross poured the soup into their respective bowls before putting the rest of it away. The lack of words coming from the both of them was normal. They hadn't taken to speaking much and Horror never seemed to be chatty when left unbothered.
They both ate in a comfortable silence, the atmosphere making for a wonderful meal. Cross was the first to speak up when it came to making small talk, "So how are you doing?"
Horror dipped his bread into his soup, "Do you want an honest answer?"
Cross nodded, knowing that Horror often held his tounge when it came to his emotions. The monster was always hard to read unless words were spilling out of his mouth.
"I'm not doing well, I miss Nightmare and I miss doing more work for him." Horror stated easily, taking a bite of his soup soaked bread, "I know I still work for him, and I know I get to spend more time helping my AU out. I'm just...tired of making my own choices. Like every second I'm back home I'll make a mistake that causes things to spiral down into another hellish pit of death and pain."
While Horror's expression remained neutral, Cross could see the faintest haze in his eyelight. The true honesty was unexpected but Cross was happy that Horror felt well enough to share.
"Then why don't you ask him for help or more work? It's not like he wouldn't help you out," 'you're still around after all' was a thought unsaid but understood by they both of them. Horror scratched at his empty eye socket.
"I mean this in the kindest way, Nightmare is clingy." Horror spoke, looking down into the cream based soup, "I love him a lot, but I don't think we understand the love we're trying to give. So he tries to make up for it in a way that I could understand. But I don't need that but I don't know how to explain that to him. If he ends up getting the idea that I want to comprehend what he's doing then that would be incorrect. I would like for him to show me affection in ways I don't understand but also asking for that puts us both in a really vulnerable spot."
Once Horror got started he never seemed to stop, it was a side of him that Cross deeply adored. Cross drank soup out of his bowl, giving Horror's word vomit some thought. He tilted his head as he thought,
"Just tell him?" Cross offered up the idea was more complex than simple.
"... What." Horror deadpanned.
"If you don't even talk in the first place then nothing happens. Look, I've talked with Nightmare and Dream, they've gone through damn near everything. However, when something new is presented to them most of the time they have no idea what to do." Cross explained as he finished up his soup and laid down on the blanket, "If you tell him then both of you can put some thought into what's next. He wouldn't just agree on the spot which makes it easier to come to terms that change probably will happen."
Horror set his bowl aside and looked down at Cross. His face was scrunched up as he looked at the skeleton. He laid himself onto Cross, crossing his arms and putting them on his chest,
"I guess you're right." A short answer meant so much to Cross. At least Horror was giving his idea some thought instead of letting his mind run miles. Cross gave Horror a kiss on the cheek, sitting up slightly to wrap his arms around Horror's neck.
"I'm always right, you should listen to me more." Cross teased as he held Horror close, the blanket providing a soft surface to cuddle. He saw the way Horror looked at him, frustrated...but appreciative.
"You're lucky I listen to you at all." Horror said as he settled himself in Cross' arms. Hugging him back while looking up at the clouds. Their shapes flowed gently with the wind and shaded them. The quiet of the field made it easier to hear the beat of Cross' soul. A broken and changing melody that couldn't settle on a pace.
It was comforting knowing that he wasn't the only one who couldn't settle his soul. The food was forgotten as he closed his eyes, even under the bright sun he fell asleep. A welcomed darkness that embraced him lovingly and without a empty dream.
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@wr-n
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On Despair of the Endless:
Desire: Here my darling, look what I have got for you. Mortals to love and admire you. To praise your name and sing songs in your honour. To dedicate their miserable little lives to serving you. You need never lack for attention or affirmation again.
Despair:......
Two Years Later:
Despair: Thank you Desire, their anguish was delectable.
Desire: That's not quite what I........I'm glad you enjoyed them my twin.
#Desire: For you my twin#Despair: Looks at it with distaste and knocks it off the table#The whole family are cats I swear#Eldritch cosmic cats#desire of the endless#despair of the endless#The sandman
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