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lolsonic-idk-man · 3 months

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Talk to Me: Chapter 4

Chap1, Chap2, Chap3, Chap5, Chap6

I was writing chapter 4 of Talk to Me yesterday and it was over 6000 words there was still a lot more I wanted to write so I cut it, and now chapter 4 is done and just under 4000 words and chapter 5 is halfway done.

Anyway, there is now going to be 6 in total chapters unless I manage to do something else...

I'm sorry IT TOOK SO LONG! (@sfdsds)

It was nothing large this year, just your average raid with a few more people added to the mix. Which was a good thing considering Dream's mental state. Nightmare had told his men to keep the rest of the Stars busy as he attempted to speak with Dream.

He had also pulled some of the strings he had on some AUs that used him for protection or supplies. It was at times like this that Nightmare was glad that he had allowed for trade between some of the more negative AUs, they owed him to some extent and they all knew it.

The reason he had to ask them to fulfill their debt today was because everyone in the Omega Timeline knew Nightmare always planned something larger on the 21st of December, (it being their birthday after all.) So they prepped their own forces to defend, gathering as many as were willing to volunteer, which was a lot.

So it was best if Nightmare had his own army.

The AU they would attack was a fairly close copy to the original that leaned into the more positive side of the spectrum, perfect for acting like he was trying to do damage. It wouldn't really though, Error would probably get to the AU soon after, and it would be like nothing happened.

Nonetheless, the Stars showed up shortly after they started.

His men quickly took to making sure Blue and whoever else was working with the Stars that day were busy, and it seemed like Ink and Error decided it was better to watch today. Although fairly ironic. You'd think at least the Protector would join.

Regardless, Nightmare had managed to engage Dream in a timely manner. And Dream had not kid. His movements were slowed, so much so that Nightmare would more often than not have to miss him purposely. Which in turn made it harder than it should have been to herd him into a more secluded area, but nonetheless Nightmare had done it.

By the time they got to an open area in the Snowdin forest, not a single word had been spoken between the two, any of the forced glow in Dream's eye-lights had disappeared and was replaced with a stare that begged Nightmare to end it.

Nightmare let his tentacles return to his back as Dream struggled to hold his bow with his dwindling will and stared at his brother.

" I would like to speak with you Dream. "

Confusion seeped into his eye-lights as he tried to keep them trained on Nightmare. " What? "

Nightmare fixed his poster, " I, would like to speak with you Dream, and properly figure some things out. " Dream merely continued to stare but with the addition of anxiety. " More specifically about what has happened in that little apartment of yours. "

His eye-lights disappeared at the menchen. " How did you- what does it matter? "

" I've heard a multitude of things over the past few weeks, " His brother's arms drop. " And I would like to… start apologizing, for… the many things I've done. "

His bow dropped into the snow and he started to laugh. " You're sorry!? WHY!? Why would you be sorry? Do you want to get my hopes up just so that you can pour water on it? I'm sorry to tell you but I don't think that will work if you haven't noticed I'm at my end. " His arms slowly wrapped around him as he started to tremble, crooked smile still there. " You've been watching, I'm sure you know I'm giving up, so do whatever you want! Kill me, trap me in an overly negative AU, do whatever! I won't fight it. " Dream fell to the ground, curled into a ball, and weakly muttered. " Do whatever. "

Nightmare did this.

" I wish to speak with you. I wish to speak about your side of the story, what's going through your skull, voluntarily, not because you're having a panic attack and muttering it aloud. "

Dream barely looked over his arms and stared Nightmare down with dead eye-lights before sighing, " Fine, my side. My side was me being a quivering fool by listening and helping the villagers even after I saw them hurt him. "

Dream couldn't even say his name.

" I couldn't do my damned job and because of it he's gone and our AU is dead. "

" You were scared. "

" I shouldn't have been. "

" We were children. "

" And I was the Guardian of Positivity. "

" That was a role that was never meant for a child. "

" Yet it was given to one. "

" It doesn't change the fact that a child never should have had the responsibility. "

" WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING ME!? " Dream snapped. " I failed! It was my fault! What's with the sudden change? For seven years you tell me how it was my fault, and now it's not!? And as if you'd just forgive me! So what do you want? What do you want if you don't want me dead? "

A moment of silence.

" I want to make a truce, I want to try and rebuild the bridge I burned so many years ago, I wish to ask for forgiveness, but I do not expect any of it. For that is up to you. "

" Why should I trust you? Why should I trust anyone? Everything I've ever been told in our old AU was a lie. The villagers lied about nearly everything, he lied to me. Even today people use me. Some of the Omega Timeline's council try to get me to do their shit for them, even some of the people from the Omega Timeline! And I couldn't even realize it until Cross Brought it up! " His arms flung above his head to exaggerate the sentence. " I've been used from the start and I'm still being used now, and I can't tell if I am myself. So if I can't even trust myself why in the world should I trust you? "

" Well, you seem to already trust my word about your brother being gone. "

" Sort of hard not to when presented with such compelling evidence. "

" What if I forged it? "

" Then I am more naive than I thought. "

" And if I invited you to my castle for a nicer setting for this conversation would you? "

Dream takes a glimpse of the area and himself, " With where I am I do not see why not. "

Nightmare nodded and turned to open a portal, Dream was still, " Are you coming? "

Without a word, his brother stood up and walked through the tare in reality, not hesitating in the slightest.

Nightmare's tentacles dragged in the snow as he walked after Dream.

On the opposite side of the portal was a room made of the same stone as the rest of his palace, dimly lit by torches and the fireplace. The room had a wide range of furniture, from the bean bag Error demanded for his visits, the silk couch that his goop had stained more times than he was willing to admit, the RGB TV Killer begged for, and a coffee table made with bulletproof glass, even then it was replaced once a week.

Dream stood a few feet ahead of Nightmare, dumbfounded.

" Yes, I'm aware I should never let my man decorate again. " The negative Gaurdian groaned. " But on other matters, I need to call back my man. Sit wherever you desire, except the bean bag, Error will kill me if I let anyone else touch it. "

His brother gave a small nod but no move to sit down. With a sigh, Nightmare went to call the retreat.

After a little more than an hour of sorting monsters into their appropriate AUs and drilling into Killer's skull that he was not allowed to bother Dream, he returned to where said skeleton was radiating anxiety from the middle of the couch.

To be honest anyone could tell just by his body language, and the fact that Nightmare could sense it made it even more prominent. Which was odd. Normally Nightmare couldn't sense how Dream was feeling due to his positive aura hiding his feelings. Making the situation worrying.

Nightmare pushed him to this point.

" Dream. " the golden guardian jolted, turning to face his brother.

" Y- yes? " He stuttered.

In complete honesty, the dark guardian did not know what he was supposed to do. Dream was now in his place, his castle, his home, sitting on his couch as a guest instead of standing in a field of dust and blood prepared to fight with his life, and for the lives of the ones still standing.

How Nightmare had failed to realize how awkward this would be was astonishing. " I would assume you would like a tour of the palace? Or perhaps you would like some food to replenish yourself? " He gestured to the large doors in the room.

Hesitating, Dream nodded.

Understanding that his brother also had no idea what to do in the situation. He returned the action, pulled out his phone, and sent Horror a text requesting some sort of treat be set up in the dining room for when they arrived.

Placing his phone back in his inventory he turned his gaze to Dream once more, who was now standing a few feet away from him, and seemed to think the floor was the most interesting thing in the world.

Excepting the fact that there was not going to be a conversation Nightmare started the tour. " I suppose the best place to start would be here, wouldn't it? We are in the north wing, the area of the place made for more calm recreation. I am sure you've figured out this is the living room, although rarely used by anyone other than me. Other areas such as the library and kitchen will be found here as well. "

With that being said Nightmare led Dream out of the room, down a few halls, naming every meaning full room, and into the west wing, which had turned into an area his men used to train and do anything they wanted without breaking any valuable. Guests were not allowed to go there if they wanted to live because Nightmare's gang did not watch out for anyone when training.

Dream remained soundless.

The South wing was compressed of storage and where more serious business was taken care of.

" What sort of ' business '" Dream's vow of silence ended.

" How do you think I filled my castle furnishing? " He turned to face the golden guardian. " I run an extensive trading system between some of the more negative AUs. It serves me well and was fairly good at boosting positivity when it was needed during your absence. "

" Ah. " Dream shrunk.

Perhaps that last part was unnecessary. Regardless the tour continued.

The last place for the tour was the East Wing, the East Wing was where the sleeping quarters were. Nightmare pointed to where all of his subordinate's rooms were, his own, and where Dream's room would be.

Although once shown his room it was apparent he wanted to disappear inside it, alas, Horror had already prepared food, and Nightmare knew better than to leave it untouched.

" Horror made food for your visit, you can hide after you've eaten. You need to get something down your hatch anyway. "

After deflating a little and a realization of some sort, (most likely that he hadn't eaten for a while now.) he nodded and allowed Nightmare to lead him to the dining room.

The walk was no different than the rest of the time they had had together, the only sound heard was the sound of their footsteps.

Apon arrival the first thing they saw was (Instead of food) Horror with a tray above his head and the gremlin Killer, trying to worm his way out of Horror's other arm.

" Come on! I'm just gonna have one! Is that really that bad? " He wined as he attempted to escape his captor's arm.

" Nightmare wanted them for Dream. You can have whatever is left, " the large skeleton granted.

" Booooooo! " Horror adjusted his hold on Killer and threw him over the table. " ACK- "

The plater was placed by the head of the table, " They're here anyway, ya won't have to wait long. "

" Oh, HEY BOSS! " Killer shouted pulling himself off the ground and waving. " and Dream. "

Not amused by the spectacle the dark guardian massaged the bridge of his nasal cavity, took his place at the head of the table, pulled out Killer's seat with his tentacles, and motioned for Dream to take it.

The chair's normal seater let out a loud offended gasp, stopping Dream from even considering taking a seat. " Boss! You wouldn't! "

" But I have, Dream, you may seat yourself, " He motioned to the chair again.

The confused and anxiety-filled guardian took a second trying to register the situation as Killer grumbled on his way to the seat on the other side. A moment longer before he quickly shuffled to the chosen seat.

With all of the dramatics out of the way Nightmare- " Horror please explain to me why there are ten bags of chips on a silver platter. "

" Had ta make sure there was flavor Dream would like, " The giant released a deep chuckle.

Holding a groan, " You couldn't have made anything… " What was a good way to put it? " with more effort? "

" Nah, I'm workin' on dinner. Couldn't waste too much time on a snack. "

The groan had its freedom, " Very well, I expect something of exceptional quality tonight Horror. "

" Nothing less boss, " Really Horror. 'Nothing less,' Nightmare ought to strangle him. He couldn't though, Horror had already made his way out of the dining hall.

Dream had taken to looking at the chips and back to Nightmare, playing a game of ping pong with his eye-lights. A game that would only end when he got an answer of whether or not he could eat the chips.

With a sigh, the dark guardian nodded and messaged the rige of his nasal cavity.

Sweat formed on his twin's skull as he slowly reached past the Doritos for the classic lays, continuing to stare Nightmare down as if he'd change his mind at any given moment.

" Just take a damned chip bag. " Killer whines from his board form. " Boss doesn't bite. Plus I want some chiiiips! "

" Killer! " A glare threatening his removal from his boss and from Dream a look that desperately wants to say something about 'Boss doesn't bite.'

As Killer grumbled his defeat and leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed, Dream grabbed a bag and took to quietly eating it.

Not much more happened in that evening, Killer ran off with the entire plater when Dream did not reach for another bag of chips. When it was offered that Dream gets comfortable with his room he eagerly agreed. So Nightmare left him to be alone till dinner. However, feeling Dream's anxiety spike led to a change of plans. Nightmare was not about to force his brother to join them, he wanted him to feel comfortable, and have a choice in his endeavors here, or when he wanted to leave. So the offer that Horror or someone else brought a surviving of dinner to him was made, and with it, Dream's anxiety withered.

The following days happened the same. Dream would stay in his room, and someone would bring him food, sometimes attempting a conversation, only to be met with the silence of a room that felt empty or if they were lucky a hum.

It was exceptionally worrying.

The matter only became worse with how he could feel Dream's anxiety rise over time.

So a plan to get Dream out and about or just to help soothe him was devised.

Shortly after breakfast had been served, and Dream ate in his room once more, Nightmare knocked on his door and announced, " I hoped that you would join us this morning, and as you didn't I've decided we're going furniture shopping. "

A few beats of silence before the door opened slightly revealing dimly lit yellow eye-lights and a very confused stare. " What? "

" You need to get out and get some form of positivity, and with how much Ink drones on about nearly everything, I know fully well that this room is not your usual style nor the most comforting to you. Seeing as you do not plan to leave I figure your room ought to be set up for your comfort. "

A few blinks and silence was all Nightmare was met with.

" Get ready we will be leaving in 30 minutes, " With that, he nodded, walked away, and did his best to ignore Dream's confused panic.

Once the time had passed Nightmare made his presence known to Dream, before opening the door regardless if he answered or not.

Inside the golden guardian sat on his bed twitling his thumbs, wearing the outfit he wore for battle, and probably other formalities required of him by the Omega Timeline. Unexpected to say the least. Nightmare would have expected him to take one of the more casual options his boys collected for him. He supposed it was better than the white t-shirt and short shorts Dream had taken to wearing.

" Good to see that you did more than mope in your room. " Dream looked like he wanted to say something about the snarky greeting, but then realized that he had been moping in his room for the past four days. " Thought so, but let us be on our way. "

Walking through the newly formed portal and making sure Dream actually followed, they arrived in an odd AU, to say the least.

Nightmare deemed himself Lucky to have even found this AU. Its entire concept is practically the same as the original AU, just with an obsession with furniture. When Nightmare had found it it had been tilted towards the negative side of the spectrum because the humans of their world much longer than most AUs to fall into the underground, and monsters had started to lose hope of escape.

Though, through Nightmare's trading system they made it till the human fell and got them to the surface, and shockingly let them stay without any RESETS. It truly is an odd AU. But it served its purpose.

Stepping out of his portal and into an alleyway only to make sure one who did not know him did not see him come through.

He quickly made his way into the streets of an open mall-like area, mainly full of shops that had different styles of furniture, and had quite a number of Humans and monsters wandering the lots.

Dream stood close behind Nightmare trying to figure out what sort of AU this was. " Uh, where are we? "

" I'm unsure of its name, " – it's as if the creator of it made it quick just for a single quick plot point. – " But it is the reason my castle is well furnished. "

Dream stared a bit bewildered at Nightmare, " Didn't Ink make your place? "

Ah, it seemed Ink had told Dream how he had made Nightmare's home. " Indeed, but I had to manage him as he made it so that it wouldn't turn into whatever monstrosity he had planned. So you think I would let him furnish the place as well? "

" I won't deny Ink is a bit… hectic? " he looked away and sweat formed on his skull as he tried to make Ink sound like less than a sugar-high child who was given expensive art supplies and permission to do whatever he wanted with them, yes that includes eating it.

" Indeed, and from what he's told me, you took to, erm, ' Cottagecore ' for your choices in decor. " Nightmare had to look into that term to figure out what on earth Ink was talking about.

" Yes, that is how Ink described my house to me… " His eye-lights avoided contact with Nightamre's as he stood stiff.

Not wanting to live in the silence that followed Nightmare continued to the story that he had chosen for the trip, thankful that he didn't have to drag Dream, as he heard the clop of Dream's boots trying to catch up to him shortly after he walked away.

The shop Nightmare had set his eye-light apon was just up an escalator and past three other shops, so the walk should have been quick.

That didn't stop the monsters who recognized The Guardian of Negativity from stopping them to giving thanks or asking questions about Dream who had slipped his smiling mask on again, trying desperately to act like he was fine.

After a few minutes of shoving through the monsters, the few humans who got swept in by the crowd or were curious to know what the gathering was about, answered the same question " Why are you here with Dream? " who knows how many times, they finally made it to their goal.

Looking through one of the windows from the shop he could see a small dining room set up centered around a soft desaturated green, white, and light brown with a plastic vine plant of some sort draped over the edge of the table. The other window had a living room scene the main colors being nearly the same. The only difference is the soft desaturated yellow instead of the green.

Inside the shop the walls were lined with transparent pictures of different furniture one could purchase, separated by actual furnishing of varying designs.

Nightmare went to convey how large of a purchase he would be making to the monster at the counter after assuring his brother he could choose whatever he wanted.

He was not kidding when he said it would be a " large purchase. " The bedrooms of his palace had waiting rooms that were filled with seating, and the inside of the room itself was massive. It could hold its own living area, office, and gym, every room even had its own bathroom. One could fit nearly anything they wanted in those rooms. Nightmare had placed a library of his favorite books in his own so that he would be able to retrieve them without having to traverse the castle for them.

Knowing just how nervous Dream was his brother paid close attention to how he was feeling and what he was looking at. Taking note of the different amounts of affection and intrigue to different pieces, to then be scared away by the price.

Maybe an hour of looking – for cheap stuff – Dream found a few that fit whatever budget he had set up in his own head. Only for Nightmare to grab a few more of the ones Dream had taken a liking to. " You need not worry about the prices Dream, we need to fill your room anyway. "

The golden guardian said nothing as he watched his brother buy a stupendous amount of furniture. So much so that it was to be picked up in a week.

Once bought, Nightmare considered offering to get lunch in Fluffytale, a quant AU mainly known for the cat cafe run by the sans of the AU or Ccino, (Nightmare may hate cats but the coffee was worth it,) but After a look at Dream decided against it. Dream was already confused as a fish out of the water just from Nightmare's actions thus far.

Walking through his portal into the main living area as it had become customary to arrive there, only this time instead of the room being empty or dust napping on one of the couches, Killer and a skeleton wearing a complicated black and white uniform decorated with straps that make X's.

Cross.

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youreyeslookliketheocean · 7 months

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chapter summary:

Don’t go to sleep, he thinks. Don’t. Something is wrong.

Across the rooftop, the light’s gotten brighter. Bigger. It’s almost like someone’s opened the door, and the stairwell light is flooding out. It’s hard for Tommy to focus on it, though. His gaze keeps slipping back to the growing pool of red on the ground in front of him.

“Gold?”

Wilbur? What is he doing here?

It’s the last thing Tommy thinks before his mind spins, and his eyes slip closed.

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crown-ov-horns · 3 days

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Like I said, I haven't seen Season 2. And, this storyline is far from being uploaded (though, it's my favorite among my Good Omens WIPs).

Still, I'm frustrated, and feel like rewriting a few things (perfect time, I suppose).

I read some comment on Pinterest that Crowley and Beelzebub have sibling energy, and was hooked.

I now want to make them sisters in this one especially. The problem? Beelzebub is supposed to be Crowley's biggest detractor. They despise each other. And, my Antichrist despises Beelzebub, because she's an enemy to her mother. And, I'm very much in the "blood means alliance regardless of feelings" camp.

I mean, the situation could be interesting to explore. They're sisters, and they loathe each other. Beelzebub resents Crowley, for treason, as well as for not appreciating the honour she's endowed with (being the one to first tempt humankind, then becoming the Queen of Hell), and slacking on her duties. They're at a conflict, then reconcile. In truth, they had always loved one another. They'd kill and die protecting one another... Yes, of course, they'll still want to cut each other's throat a lot of the time. 😈

I think, I could add moments of tenderness in the timeline set around the Antichrist's birth, too, just to show they indeed love one another. For example, Beelzebub being by Crowley's side during the key moments, like the birth. Hell... In the later timeline, I had planned a scene where Beelzebub attacks Crowley with a dagger. But, it might as well still happen, then they reconcile. Satan wouldn't even be surprised, he has the same dynamic with Michael. Meanwhile, Maxine would simply be thankful she's the only child (not completely true, but true enough), as siblings in her family are... Yeah.

Beelzebub could get knocked up by Gabriel. Crowley would get incentive to be protective of her sister, like she had been of her. I don't know about this story, but in some story, probably, that'll hapen. It's very beneficial... Politics-wise. I doubt any child would benefit from having these two

as parents...

They (Crowley and Beelzebub) will definitely be siblings in the dream scenario I had talked about (I said I'll put it aside, but I picked at the birth scene already, because I was inspired 🤡). But, siblings with a twist... Think, Crimson Peak AU (this isn't the one, but still). I guess, in this one I can explore actual tenderness between them, far before their relationship takes a turn towards... Well, incest.

All in all, I'll make them siblings in some of my WIPs, but about others, I'm not certain. I guess, it would thicken the fucked up layer in one of them... No, that has nothing to do with incest.

I wanted to put my thoughts into a somewhat coherent form, but, if you stumbled upon this, do tell me... I don't know, what you think. There's so much potential to this dynamic. The sibling one, I mean.

P.S. - Beelzebub is always female in my works, but she's still addressed as "my Lord". Just a random... Headcanon?

#diary pages #i love adding gifs and pictures into these text posts it's like putting stickers into a journal #writing journal #pestilence you shouldn't be writing this... you should be writing your wips and uni papers #but i've noticed what helps me to think is writing things down #if you somehow someway found and read this hi yes there's a lot of things wrong w me #good omens #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #good omens crowley #lady crowley #good omens beelzebub #crowley and beelzebub are siblings #crowley is the antichrist's mother #crimson peak au #dream scenario #dream journal #maxine frost #seriously no wonder she's a perfect diplomat she's been playing diplomat in her family since she was like 10 #siblings in the divine world's royal family is synonymous with insanity #i wonder if i should make gabriel satan and michael's brother #i'm serious satan and michael would simply look at beelz attacking crowley then them reconciling like “yeah looks familiar”#i'm developing a habit of putting links to my rants into my other rants so tumblr does not eat them >:(#i've experienced tumblr not finding things i need for a reference through the tags #ffs the dream scenario now that's a tender and emotional one #and the incest comes from genuine affection rather some toxic lust and codependence situation #pestilence why are you making everyone get pregnat even males #listen I've liked doing that in fanfiction ever since i was 11 #it's just such a fascinating trial to put characters through and such an interesting phenomenon to explore #besides i like making ocs

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teakoodrawz · 24 days

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Cap'n : *sigh...*

Sweet : what?

Cap'n : nothing..

Sweet : you don't like the food?

Cap'n : I love the pepper steak and mashed potatoes with wine like it's one of the classic expensive food! but ironically I miss eating rice with only sugar so much right now.

Sweet : ????@%^&!%&&*(#&(?!!?!?

#[records]#Scc #Sweet #Cap'n #only filipinos could understand this about why rice and sugar is a good meal #yeh Cap'n likes expensive stuff like he dreamed of but he miss what he used to eat too #some common humans miss the old days we used to be broke and do cheap budget but still enjoyed simple life what god has already given us #and when you reached to the point you're successful like you dreamed of. you miss those times were so simple #Brothers Blood au #<- scc are not the brothers. Mark and Seren are. the scc are also main characters here as Mark's bandmates #Cap'n could still enjoy rice from other countries but he'd love it more when it's imported from the Philippines itself #sadly Cap'n doesn't know how to cook so he needed K_K and Sweet's help for it (he's lucky he got his mom's recipes)#imagine he goes to every fast food chain jollibee they pass by #I want to give Cap'n some more backstories (like his dad has another family aka he has step-siblings and stepmother)#and Cap'n did all his best to get better income for himself (because his mother sadly passed away before he moved out)

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nonuggetshere · 1 year

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I am curious, in your Usurper AU, would Grimm have anything to say to Hollow about just who they allied with? Being her brother might have some more insight into how terrible of a person she is for Hollow

To be honest, I never thought about Grimm in this AU before! But that's a good idea, maybe he'd just observe from afar for now and judge everything that's going down. Maybe he'd pop by Pale King's new home and annoy him a little for sport.

Idk what to do with him for now, but I'm open to suggestions :]

#asks #thylacines can talk #usurper au #also i like the idea of them not being bio related but grimm is adamant that theyre brother and sister while radi hates that notion and #constantly disputes it #'Oh you would me-' 'Good' 'Are nightmares and dreams not connected? are we not family?' 'I will snap your flimsy little twink neck I swear'

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heavencasteel420 · 4 months

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Does anyone have floating ideas that just kind of attach (and sometimes detach/reattach) to different WIPs?

#it's a bummer of a thing but tonight tonight is the third WIP to which the whole robbie hagan situation has attached itself #one abandoned au where el and joyce and will move to california in s4 but jonathan stays behind #(abandoned largely because joyce and jonathan would both have to majorly shift priorities just when el's addition to the family)#(would make that incredibly unlikely)#plus my stoncy idea (working title: horse girl)#neither one nearly as much of a downer as tonight tonight #horse girl is actually fun #in theory #although the context in which it would've come up in the first story #(what was i going to call it? from the dark heart of a dream?)#was maybe more disturbing than what's going on in tonight tonight #robbie hagan technically also exists in my tommy future fic idea #but he's actually okay in that universe #he's a good older brother to tommy but he dies in the so-called earthquake #and in his grief tommy gets way too serious with the girl he's seeing at the time way too fast and they get married #(not carol because they broke up right before graduation)#(because carol was sensibly like we have been together since eighth grade we have to see more of the world)#and it's just not a good match in the long-term or even in the medium-term

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annaraebananawriter · 2 years

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Ah fuck, I think that time travel (or whatever it was exactly that got Dream to where he is now) drabble I posted a bit ago has taken over my brain. I will do a part 2 to it with a bit of a time skip dealing with Dream’s relationship with his past self.

For now, have some incorrect quotes about said relationship:

Dream (Anon): I don’t have a favorite! I love all Nightmares and non-Nightmares equally!

Dream (Anon), saying goodbye to Nightmare before he leaves to do something: Take care, love! Be sure to eat and drink water! You know how you get when you get sucked into a good book. Love you!

Anon, saying goodbye to Dream: ...don’t die, I guess? Good luck, lol!

Dream: I don’t think Anon likes me very much.

Nightmare: What? What makes you say that?

Dream:

Anon, standing behind Nightmare: *glaring at Dream with his arms cross and looking generally unhappy*

Dream: ...I don’t know. Just a feeling.

Anon, faced with seeing the past version of his brother who in the future constantly tries to kill him and has almost succeeded multiple times: Baby boy. Baby. Must protect. Precious.

Anon, faced with the past version of himself who is happy and sweet and tries to help everyone no matter how he may personally feel about them: ...Evil. Couldn’t care less about him. Idiot.

#utmv au #time travel au #As It Was AU #yeah that seems good #for now anyway #dream sans #nightmare sans #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale #utmv #dream just in general has some self-hatred issues to work through in this au #and past dream gets to be confronted with the first person to generally dislike him no matter what he does!#yay!#and nightmare gets his turn for being oblivious as he doesn't think anyone can hate his brother #and meets the first person who isn't his brother to actively interact with him like another person and not just the imbodiment of negativity #fun times all around man

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Here’s my android Crowley and cyborg Aziraphale meeting Ashtoreth and Francis!

On with the fic!

“Do you think they’ll like me?” Crowley asked, staring out the window of the train, watching as the countryside passed them by. It was rather beautiful out there, so much different from the city. Still, they were nervous, toying with their skirt. A warm, soft hand was over their own and they looked at Aziraphale.

“They’ll love you. Ashtoreth is very excited to meet you, she wants to see who finally captured my heart. And you’ll like Francis. He’s a bit odd, but he’s a very sweet man. Just... don’t make comments about his teeth.”

“Why? What’s wrong with his teeth?”

Aziraphale winced. “A previous owner’s child hit him in the face and knocked his teeth out, the replacements are a bit... big.”

Crowley wasn’t sure what to make of that, but that would be dreadful, ill-fitting replacement parts, they didn’t like the idea of that happening to them. They liked their parts, thank you very much.

“Oh, we’re almost at the station. Ash should be here already.” Aziraphale said as their train started to slow, and Crowley saw that a small train station was coming into view.

Once it came to a stop and they could get off, Crowley scanned the area, looking for a woman in black with red hair, and spotted her sitting on a bench. Aziraphale seemed to notice her as well, his smile huge. “Ash! Ashtoreth!”

The woman turned and Crowley was surprised to find, well, that there was a strange likeness between themself and her. How curious! She smiled, gave a small wave, and approached them with an elegance that Crowley would love to have.

“Aziraphale, it’s been ages.” She said, her voice soft and her accent registered as Scottish to Crowley. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before her attention was on the android. “And you must be Crowley, my, you are a lovely one, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, uh, you’re rather pretty yourself.” Crowley replied, then wanted to slap themself.

Still, she smiled sweetly at that. “Thank you, dearie. Come, let’s get back home before Francis starts to worry. Oh, Aziraphale, dear, did you bring your tools like I asked?”

“I did, what happened this time?” Aziraphale asked as the trio walked.

Ashtoreth sighed softly. “Oh, Francis got into a bit of an accident, again. You’ll see the damage when we get to the house.”

They approached a black car and Crowley gasped, starting in shock and awe at the absolutely beautiful machine before them. Black, slick, and so very, very gorgeous. “I take it you like my Bentley?” Ashtoreth asked, clearly pleased with Crowley’s reaction.

“She’s perfect...”

“I should hope so, she’s my baby and I keep her in tip top shape!” Ashtoreth gently patted the hood of the car and it was then that Crowley noticed her hand.

The skin was bone white, covered in a gloss, with painted and etched flowers into it, vines weaving around her fingers, coming from somewhere hidden under her sleeves. “Your prosthetic is beautiful as well.” Crowley commented and Ashtoreth’s painted lips turned up in a smile.

“Thank you, now, let’s get going.”

Aziraphale made a face as he got into the backseat, Crowley taking the front passenger seat. “Do hang onto something, Crowley.” He warned.

“Why?”

“Oh... you’ll find out.”

Crowley learned very, very quickly that Ashtoreth was like themself, someone who loved to go fast, and for her, that meant driving well beyond the speed limit down country roads.

While Aziraphale panicked in the backseat, Crowley was excited, way too happy about this car. God, they wondered if she’d let them take a spin sometime this week during the visit!

Sadly, the drive came to an end, but the place they stopped at was a lovely little cottage, where someone sitting on a bench outside of it was waiting for them. The android was quick to register that they were looking at another android, one who was much, MUCH older than them.

He was dressed rather humbly, soft colors like Aziraphale’s, though he had more obvious metal parts that showed that Crowley did. His neck was all metal, no fake skin there, and his lone hand seemed to have lost most of the skin on it.

His teeth were... a bit big, they stuck out, and his hair was a bit of a mess, but he looked like someone who was very content with himself and didn’t care what others thought.

“There you are!” He said, his accent hard to register for Crowley. “Been wonderin’ what was takin’ so long!”

“Sorry, love.” Ashtoreth said as she stepped out of the car, approaching him to give him a kiss on the head. “Decided to take the long way, Crowley rather enjoyed my driving.”

“Seems that ya finally found someone who does, haha!” Francis said as he got himself up. “Aziraphale, so good to see ya again! Hope you’re up for a bit o’ repairin’! Lost mah hand the other day and I know yer the best at gettin’ it up and runnin’!”

Aziraphale stumbled out of the car, looking so happy to be out of her. “What happened this time, Francis?”

“He lost it helping the neighbors with a farming project.” Ashtoreth sighed.

Crowley watched them for a moment before approaching carefully, looking at Francis with awe. They’d never seen a model as old as him still working, he should be in a museum. “Hey, I’m Crowley.”

“Ah! Aziraphale’s partner!” Francis said, grinning, taking Crowley’s hand in his own, giving it a firm shake before they both felt a surge of energy, a standard transfer of information. “Look at you, oh, you younger models, so much nicer to look at than ol’ fools like me.”

“Now, now, I think you’re very handsome in your old age.” Ashtoreth commented. “Ages like the finest wine.”

“I should be sayin’ that about you, dandelion.” He gave his wife a kiss and Crowley looked away. A little part of him wondered if they and Aziraphale would ever be that sappy.

They really hoped so.

“Let’s get your stuff to the guest room, then Francis can get his hand fixed. Crowley, love, would you like to help me prepare lunch for everyone? Ah, can you eat?” The former nanny asked.

“Just small things, I can create biofuel, but I work better with an electrical charge.”

“That’s fascinatin’.” Francis commented. “I run more on biofuel than electrical charges. But that’s cause I’m a gardener unit! I’m meant to take weeds and the like and use ‘em to charge mah batteries! I can do it with vegetation and fruit as well!”

“Really?” Crowley was surprised, they had no idea that gardener units did that, but it made sense. They grabbed the bags and helped to bring those inside, being led through a rather cozy looking cottage interior to a guest room that was done up for them and Aziraphale.

When they dropped off the bags, they didn’t see their angel anywhere, nor the gardener. “They went to the greenhouse to do the repairs.” Ashtoreth said before guiding the other redhead to the kitchen.

She removed her black sweater, setting it aside to reveal a tank top underneath. The prosthetic went up further than just her hand, it covered her whole arm, her shoulder, and part of her chest. It was beautiful, like porcelain, much different from Aziraphale’s own.

“Was... that from the war?” Crowley asked. “Angel said you two met in recovery.”

Ashtoreth paused in getting out dishes, looking at her arm. “It was from an explosion. When I came to, I was missing my whole arm, it was amazing I didn’t lose my life, my chest took a lot of damage as well, could have lost my lungs, my heart, but I was lucky.”

She started to get things from the fridge, handing them to Crowley. “Aziraphale was in recovery with me, having lost most of his leg and took damage to his hip and back, but he recovered well. We got talking and learned we had much in common, and after everything, we stayed in contact.”

She smiled a bit. “He’s the one who got me my arm, a former nun couldn’t afford such things. He even helped me get into the nanny business, which is how I met Francis.”

“And how did you two meet?” Aziraphale had given them some details, but Crowley would love to hear it from Ashtoreth’s side.

“I was assigned to help raise the newborn son of an American diplomat living in London. Francis was already the gardener unit there, and had been for quite a number of years. I remember seeing him during the grand tour of the estate and... well, I thought he was rather cute, he fumbled when trying to tip his hat at me. Then he gave me a flower from the basket he had been using for trimmings.”

Crowley saw the soft look on her face, they wondered if they looked like that when they spoke fondly of their angel. “It was silly, a dandelion, that’s what he gave me. A weed, but it was such a kind gesture, he had no reason to do that. I’d never been given a flower before, and I didn’t know androids did such little gestures.

“Turns out that they didn’t often, and that Francis was different. He’s like you, he had free will.”

“What?”

“Yes. He got it after being struck by lightning, oddly enough. He was knocked out and when he came to, he seemed to register the world differently. He didn’t see it like how he had before, he saw it with new eyes and wanted nothing more than to live his best life. And I suppose that meant living with me.”

She started to prepare lunch with Crowley’s help, explaining that Francis seemed to have fallen for her the moment they laid eyes on each other. And every morning, she’d find a flower on her windowsill, which was impressive because she was on the second floor of the estate house. Turns out, as a gardener unit, he can make noises to scare off pests and animals if they damage the garden, but he figured out how to attract them. He got birds to drop the flowers on the sill for him.

He even did it during the winter, using flowers from the greenhouse. It took over a year of this before Ashtoreth approached him and kissed him.

They kept their relationship a secret until she retired from being the nanny there, and Francis up and left, following after her. What did he have to lose? They had planned to replace him with a newer model anyway, so why not run off with the love of his life, yes?

Crowley smiled, resting their chin on their folded arms on the kitchen table as Ashtoreth sat with them. “And you’ve been together ever since? You got married?” The ring she had etched into her hand was a clear indication that something happened.

“It was a private ceremony, had it done here. This town isn’t too bothered by our relationship, we keep to ourselves and try not to be a problem. Actually, they seem to like us. And you, love, how did you and Aziraphale meet? He was... vague on the details.”

“I was stuck by a car outside of his shop when I ran away from my previous owner.” Crowley said simply.

“Oh.” Ash blinked. “That’s... that’s one way to meet.”

“Yeeeaahh, glad it happened though, even if it fucked up my eye and my hip, but I got saved by an angel, and I’m fine with that.” Crowley said, seeing a faint pink glow under their clothes.

Ashtoreth watched them, her expression gentle. “You look like Francis does when he speaks about me. You must really love Aziraphale, don’t you?”

Crowley tensed up, swallowing. “I... yeah. He means everything to me, and not just because he saved me, but because...”

“I understand, it’s hard to explain, to put into words, but you know that he’s special to you.”

“Yeah...” Crowley nodded, grinning a bit. “And the same for you and your husband?”

“Of course.” She nodded. “I love him, flaws and all.”

“Same, Aziraphale is perfectly imperfect and I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

They heard a door open and some light chatter, seeing the two blond men entering the kitchen. Francis was a grinning fool, lifting up his hand and giving a wave at his wife. “All fixed up!”

“Perfect, thank you, Aziraphale.” Ashtoreth got up and approached, giving Francis a kiss. “And you be more careful next time! Aziraphale can’t always drop what he’s doing and fix you up when you lose a part, love.”

“I know, I’ll be good.” Francis chuckled and gave her another kiss.

Crowley felt their chest warm and they looked at Aziraphale, who looked back at them, shrugging, but smiling. They returned the gesture, again, their mind wondering if they’d be like that one day.

Lovingly married to Aziraphale, in a small cottage, maybe by the sea, being ridiculously romantic to one another?

An android could dream, right?

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