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What No One Tells You About Writing Fantasy
Every author has their preferred genres. I love fantasy and sci-fi, but began with historical fiction. I hated all the research that historical fiction demands and thought, if I build my own world, no research required.
Boy, was I wrong.
So to anyone dipping their toe into fantasy/sci-fi, here’s seven things I wish I knew about the genres before I committed to writing for them.
1. You still have to research. Everything.
If you want any of your fantasy battle sequences, or your space ships, or your droids and robots, or your fictional government and fictional politics to read at all believable.
In sci-fi, you research astronomy, robotics, politics, political science, history, engineering, anthropology. In fantasy, you have to research historical battle tactics, geography, real-world mythology, folklore, and fairytales, and much of it overlaps with science fiction.
I say you *have to* assuming you want your work to be original and unique and stand out from the crowd. Fanfic writers put in the research for a 30k word smut fic, you can and will have to research for your original work.
2. Naming everything gets exhausting
I hate coming up with new names, especially when I write worlds and places divorced from Earthly customs and can’t rely on Earthly naming conventions. You have to name all your characters, all your towns, villages, cities, realms, kingdoms, planets, galaxies, star systems.
You have to name your rebel faction, your imperial government, significant battles. Your spaceships, your fantasy companies and organizations, your magic system, made-up MacGuffins, androids, computer programs. The list goes on and on and on.
And you have to do it all without it sounding and reading ridiculous and unpronounceable, or racist. Your fantasy realms have to have believable naming patterns. It. Gets. Exhausting.
3. It will never read like you’re watching a movie
Do you know how fast movies can cut between scenes? Movies can balance five plotlines at once all converging with rapid edits, without losing their audience. Sometimes single lines of dialogue, or single wordless shots are all a scene gets before it cuts. If you try to replicate that by head-hopping around, you will make a mess.
It’s perfectly fine to write like you’re watching a movie, but you can’t rely on visual tricks to get your point across when all you have is text on a page – like slow mo, lens flares, epically lit cinematic shots, or the aforementioned rapid edits.
It doesn’t have to, nor should it, look like a movie. Books existed long before film, so don’t let yourself get caught up in how ~cinematic~ it may or may not look.
4. Your space opera will be compared to Star Wars and Star Trek
And your fairy epic will be compared to Tinkerbell, your vampires to Twilight, your zombies to The Walking Dead, Shaun of the Dead, World War Z. Your wizards and witches and any whisper of a fantasy school for fantasy children will be compared to Harry Potter. Your high fantasy adventure will be compared to Lord of the Rings.
You can’t avoid it, but you can avoid doing it to yourself. When people ask about your book, let them say “oh, you mean like Star Wars” to which you then can say, kind of, except XYZ happens in my book. These IPs will never fade from the public consciousness, not while you exist to read this post, at least, but Harry Potter isn’t the only urban fantasy out there. Lord of the Rings isn’t the only high fantasy. Star Wars isn’t the only space opera.
Yours will be on the shelves right next to them, soon enough, and who knows? You might dethrone them.
5. Your world-building is an iceberg, and your book is the tip
I don’t pay for any of those programs that help you organize your book and mythos. I write exclusively on Apple Notes, MS Word, and Google Suite (and all are free to me). I have folders on Apple Notes with more words inside them than the books they’re written for.
If you try to cram an entire college textbook’s worth of content into your novel, you will have left zero room for actual story. The same goes for all the research you did, all the hours slaving away for just a few details and strings of dialogue.
There’s a balance, no matter how dense your story is. If you really want to include all those extra details, slap some appendices at the end. Commission some maps.
6. The gatekeeping for fantasy and sci-fi is still very real
Pen names and pseudonyms exist for a reason. A female author writing fantasy that isn’t just a backdrop for romance? You have a harder battle ahead of you than your male counterparts, at least in the US. And even then, your female protagonist will be scrutinized and torn apart.
She’ll either be too girly or not girly enough, too sexy, or not sexy enough. She’ll be called a Mary Sue, a radical feminist mouthpiece, some woke propaganda. Every action she takes will be criticized as unrealistic and if she has fans who are girls, they will be mocked, too.
If you have queer characters, characters of color, they won’t be good enough, they won’t please everyone, and someone will still call you a bigot. A lot of someones will still call you a bigot.
Do your due diligence and hire your army of sensitivity readers and listen to them, but you cannot please everyone, so might as well write to please yourself. You’re the one who will have to read it a thousand times until it’s published.
7. Your “original” idea has been done before, and that’s okay
Stories have been told since before language evolved. The sum of the parts of your novel may be original, but even then, it’s colored by the media you’ve consumed. And that’s okay!
How many Cinderella stories are there? How many high fantasies? How many books about werewolves and witches and vampires? Gods and goddesses and celestial beings? Fairies and dragons and trolls? Aliens, robots, alien robots? Romeo and Juliette? Superheroes and mutants?
Zombies may be the avenue through which you tell your story, but it’s not *just* about zombies, is it? It’s about the characters who battle them, the endurance of the human spirit, or the end of an era, the death of a nation. So don’t get discouraged, everyone before you and everyone after will have written someone on the backs of what came before and it still feels new.
#writing advice#writing resources#writing tips#writing tools#writing a book#fantasy#scifi#writeblr#what no one tells you about writing
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After reading the newest zombie!au Steve blurb where they are kind of established i really want to read about the first time she accidentally calls Steve her boyfriend and he’s like 🥹
I think this is a request so tysm!! brilliant idea ♡ fem!reader zombie!au
Steve is adamantly refusing to hold your hand today.
"False sense of security," he argues.
You preen at the idea that you might give him a sense of security and settle for holding onto his backpack strap. Your legs are aching from a full day of walking. Though complaining won't make it better, or even more manageable, you know Steve won't mind.
"I think I'm getting a cramp," you say without any inflection. It's hardly urgent or besides the norm.
"Yeah? Drink what's left of the flask."
"I'm okay, just... how much longer do you think we have to go?"
Steve pulls the flask from the side netting of his backpack and offers it to you. He doesn't stop walking. Once you stop, you won't want to start again.
"Not sure. I thought we'd find a town or a rest stop or something by now. Stupid maps."
"Wanna stop and ask for directions?"
He laughs and finally turns to look at you. He's a little roughed up and there's dirt under his ear but he’s as handsome as usual, a boyish charm about him that never seems to fade.
"Yeah, let's stop and ask for directions," he says, sarcastic but smiling so much it doesn't quite work.
You shiver at the brisk wind and his smile flickers.
"Want the blanket?"
"I'm okay," you reassure. You're fine. The sun is low and blocked almost wholly by trees and you always miss its heat these days, but you're not cold enough to need the blanket yet. "I can wait."
"If you're cold, wear the blanket," he says, more gently than he might've a month ago. When you first met he would've told you to be quiet, lest you attract any unwanted companions, and he would've done it harshly.
It's strange to remember how you hadn't really gotten along at first. Now, you can't imagine a day without him. Without his sweet smiles, his hand to hold at night. You're the same every night, bundled up by his side to hide from the fall chill. You wait what can't be ten minutes before your hand creeps up his thigh, shy though you don't have to be. Steve always takes it. His big hand will take your own careful and kind and warm, calluses catching against yours. Then, when he thinks you're asleep, he'll bring it up to his mouth and kiss the back.
"It's fine, I mean- we're gonna stop soon, right?"
He hums his agreement and starts to move forward again. You sip at the water and follow, nose filled with the sickly sweet smell of the surrounding forest and mulching leaves stirred by the wind.
"Do you think we could sleep in a car tonight?" you ask. It's much warmer.
Steve steps over a suitcase in the middle of the road and reaches backward for you to help you do the same. An unnecessary, heart melting gesture.
"You want to play car roulette?"
A terrible, awful game of terrible, awful decisions. The first time you asked Steve to sleep in a car he'd laughed at you and refused to answer. The second time, he'd explained the risk. If the car still has some battery in it and you set of the alarm, you'll draw every geek in a two mile radius.
But eventually, he'd come to realise you ran nowhere near as hot as he did. That you get cold easy, and that being cold constantly makes you downright depressed. Sacrifices have to be made sometimes just to keep your sanity.
"Can you run if we get a dud?" he asks.
You test your sore feet. "Maybe."
Steve grimaces. You can see the debate on his face; the nights have been getting colder and if you don't sleep in a car tonight he might spend his twilight hours trying to keep you warm, but if he tries to open a car and the alarm goes off you'll definitely need to run.
"There's gotta be a method to this," he grumbles. "Some way to tell if a car has juice."
You wiggle your fingers between his and smile because he hasn't noticed he's still holding your hand.
You look out over the expanse of barren highway, interrupted only by the occasional car or possessions too heavy to carry and squint. "Cars have, like, batteries, don't they? Why don't we just," — you make a snipping motion with your freehand — "cut one out?"
Again Steve stops and you bump into his side.
He looks down at you with both wonder and humour, lips quirked up into a great smile. "You genius." He shakes his head voraciously. "Why haven't we thought of that before? Holy shit."
"Wait, if you take the battery out will the locks stop working?"
"I don't think so. I don't know. Let's try it anyways, it's not like we need the lock. We'd still have to take shifts. Don't wanna get cornered." He gifts you another pleased smile. "You're a genius."
You stamp down the flustered flush his praise brings and walk another hundred feet. You and Steve pass cars hand in hand and scout them like Goldilocks, looking for one with the biggest, comfiest, and cleanest seats. Steve spots a huge jeep in the distance and you speed walk to it.
"Can you even reach the hood?" you ask.
"Very funny."
Steve cracks the hood. You both stare into the mess of the machine and take some time to locate the battery. After an abundance of tugging and pulling, his hands blacked quickly by grease, Steve dislodges what looks like a battery and pulls it out, groaning.
"Fucking heavy," he complains, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. Dark grease spreads over his pale skin.
You lick the tiniest tip of your thumb and wipe it away.
His eyes close.
You smile and don’t bother hiding how much you like him. He even lets you wipe his hands with a small hand towel from your bag. "Ready?" you ask as you finish.
There are three possible scenarios. You open the door and the alarm goes off. You try to open the doors and the doors are locked. Or...
Steve braces himself, pulls the door, and the two of you sieze up in the awaiting silence.
"Yes!" you cheer, then slap a hand over your mouth. "Yes."
He sends you a nice smile and beckons for you to climb in. He follows behind you and closes the door, and then it's just the two of you in the dim light, a freaky silence pervading and the blissful absence of wind.
Steve locks all the doors, climbing over you and then the front seats. You rub your freezing fingers, wiggling them as they start to tingle.
"My hands are burning," you say.
"Yeah?" Steve sits back down beside you. He quickly tries to open the door to make sure the lock has worked, and when it does he unzips his coat. "C'mere."
He works your hands into his jacket and pulls you into a hug. You feel yourself melt not from his heat — though he's amazingly warm — but his closeness, his touch, his hands as they spread over your back. Your face fits well into the crook of his neck, and soon the two of you are warm and slouched together. Like a normal couple. Well, maybe not entirely normal.
"Did you ever-" You laugh at yourself and can't finish.
"What?"
"D'you ever... Mess around? In a car, I mean."
"I think I did most of my 'messing around' in cars."
You nuzzle your face into his skin. "Figures. Handsome guy like you."
He turns his head so his words warm your forehead. "I was an idiot," he says. His hand coasts upward. You follow his lead and feel along his back, fingers running down the dip of his spine. "What about you?"
"What about me?" you ask, though you know what he means.
"Have you ever messed around in the back of car? Pretty girl like you?"
His proximity, his gently adoring tone, this tiny bubble of secrets you've made. It slips out too easily.
"Nah, you're my first boyfriend."
"You don't have to have a boyfriend to..." He goes very still.
You hum and pull your head back to look at him. You're feeling confident enough to untuck your hand from his jacket and tuck a loose lock of hair behind his ear. "What?"
His eyes have gone impossibly soft. The starts of his eyebrows pinched up and together slightly, he looks at you like you're the sweetest thing on this whole planet.
"I just never met someone," you say swiftly, embarrassed at his endeared expression. "Never met anyone like you."
"I'm your boyfriend?" he asks.
You blink and then avert your gaze to his chest, a sudden flash of embarrassed heat spreading from the middle of your chest all the way to your ears. "I thought so, but-"
"'Cos I've been calling you my girlfriend in my head, for like, three weeks. I know we haven't talked about it, but," — he catches your hand where it's fallen to his shoulder and massages your aching fingers — "I thought maybe we didn't have to."
You lift your head. He still looks so soft, so at odds with the Steve you'd first met and still, undeniably, inarguably, Steve.
Your boyfriend.
"I know I'm dirty," he begins hopefully.
You lean forward and kiss him before he can finish. A chaste, loving thing. A couple seconds at most, hand drifting up the slope of his neck. It feels heart-racing and risky, to be the one who makes the first move. You're not sure how he'd worked up the nerve to do it before.
"Your hands are still cold," he worries aloud, rubbing at your fingertips as he breaks the kiss. He doesn't go far, lips skipping over your cheek with each word.
"Let me put 'em inside your t-shirt."
Surprisingly, he does. You fall asleep like that, hands clasped greedily at his back. Steve watches you sleep for a little while, and then he turns his eyes to the windshield and monitors the highway. He's gonna keep you safe no matter what.
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more steve zombie!au
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things#steve zombie!au#steve harrington x fem!reader#fem!reader
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Recommendations #2 💌
Well hello again. Just in case you make your way through my first list, here's some more reading material for you 😉
I went digging to find some past gems - these lists are also partly selfish so I can go back and re-read them easily.
💖 Thank you to all of these creators for all the writing you've shared with us. I very much appreciate all of you! 💖
And to all you readers out there, I hope you enjoy and send some love to all of these beautiful writers 🥰
If you haven't already, you can check out my first Recommendation List - Here ❤️🔥 make sure they get all of the love too
xo
Caught In The Fire by @dreamwritesimagines
Pairing: Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.
Delicate Edges by @wkemeup
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Biker!AU)
Summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Sunrise by @wkemeup
Parings: Bucky x Reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)
Summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)
In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd
Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader
Summary: It’s been years since you’ve been home, and you didn’t expect it to be in the aftermath of your life falling apart. Though much has changed over time, one thing has stayed the same: Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him now.
Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: It's been five years since the zombies started invading, and despite everything you've been through, you've survived up until this point. And now you must survive your most dangerous challenge yet...the grumpy, untrusting, captivating Bucky Barnes.
Check out their Bucky masterlist 😍 -> Here
Beneath the Milky Twilight by @bucksangel
Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader (Sugarbaby!AU)
Summary: Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.
‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ by @rocketrhap3000
Pairings & Characters: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (eventually), and OC three year old Jasper :)
Summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.
Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles
Pairing: singledad!Bucky Barnes x singlemom!pediatrician!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.
Also you need to go read their entire Masterlist
Mob!Bucky x Fairy Masterlist by @kinanabinks
Pairing: 18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader
the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.
Appointments by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)
Pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x reader
Summary: in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.
We Fell in Love in October by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)
Pairing: farmer!bucky barnes x reader
Summary: in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.
As It Was, Baby (AO3) by @nexusnyx
Pairing: Neighbor Bucky x Reader
Summary: Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbour who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl's dream. Too bad you're only his neighbour and nothing else. Or, at least, that's what you thought.
One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.
Bring Me to Life by @nameless-ken
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.
Masterlist for nameless-ken -> Here
Unexpected by @nameless-ken
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: Our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi I guess we’re spending the next two weeks together.
The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie
Pairing: Modern AU Bucky Barnes x Reader
(Island/CEO!AU)
Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).
Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
All You Need by @barnesafterglow
Pairing: publisher!bucky x author!reader
Summary: just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more
No Day But Today by @buckysfaveplum
Pairing: bucky barnes x artist!female reader
Summary: bucky finds himself enamored with the girl upstairs who paints on the fire escape.
(loosely inspired by mimi and roger from rent)
Brotherhood and Bullets Masterlist by @rookthorne
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you'd become the President's own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.
Check out rookthorne's full masterlist -> Here
The Old Man's Grocery Order (AO3) by yarnforbrains
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader
Summary: The grocery order was the same every week, and every week it came with the same instructions: Don’t ring the bell. Leave it and go.
It wasn’t the most polite message, but that’s about what you expected from someone with a grocery list like this...You figured it was an older man.
Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.
Snow by @delaber
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.
Finding Home by @jobean12-blog
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Animal Rescue AU)
Summary: You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider. But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home.
Stud and Smartie Universe by @navybrat817
Pairing: Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Stud and Smartie)
AU Summary: You're crazy about your handsome roommate. Luckily, he feels the same way about you.
Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger. His teammates went on an international press tour and left him behind. They hired someone to supervise him, per the conditions of his pardon— a roommate, they said. A roommate?
Happy New Year
and Happy Reading!
(Dividers by saradika)
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Twilight and the Pokémon TV show have precisely the same problem: they established a pattern of introducing new characters, then stop after just two. Ash has Brock and Misty, the first two gym leaders, travel around the world with him, but why stop there? Why not keep recruiting every single gym leader he meets until, by season eight or so, there's a town's-worth of world-class expert Pokémon trainers following this random thirteen-year-old, sleeping on the ground and wandering around aimlessly? And why does Bella stop acquiring monster-boyfriends after the second book? Wouldn't Breaking Dawn be so much more fun if it was a vampire, a werewolf, a succubus, and a zombie fighting over her? And it could've kept on going until Forks, Washington was mostly populated with horny monsters obsessed with this one teenager. And, as for The Wizard of Oz...
#twilight#edward cullen#jacob black#bella swan#twilight saga#pokemon#ash ketchum#pokemon brock#pokemon misty#pokemon ash#gym leader#the wizard of oz
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Heyo! I don't know if someone already but anyway, I'm too small to see if it was already asked.
1-Would there be any body dysphoria or confusion for those infected (outside of the basic ponys like Pinkie Pie) who G1 selfs looked much different that their G4 now selves?? Like the sea ponys who were... aaaaa more like seahorses??? Thought I think that in the IDW comics there are seaponys that look more like seahorses but I'm not too sure
2- Starlight Glimmer. She in her little town could be a temporary safe place before the infection reaches out? Also, if the infection occurred while Starlight was taking and replacing the cutiemarks of her cult-- I mean Town ponys and those ponys started to change, what would their reactions be to know that they no longer have a special talent?? Or not having magic/cutiemark protect them from the infection??
3- We know that their are not much bad guys left in MLP, but I can see other creatures or previous bad guys who are still lurking around try to make a move before Celestia turns them into bubbles...
Thought Cozy Glow (who I think has no inspiration) as the little smart cute innocent child she is make her way and just ask ¨Oh golly, dear princess, would you like to share some tea with one of your subjects? *makes puppy eyes*¨
Chrysalis I don't know... but Tirek would be 10 times scarier as his previous interaction could turn ponys into dragons (if I remember correctly (´。＿。｀))
But that's mostly all I have in my mind, I think... I might think on lore stuff
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Hiii 👋🏻👋🏻
1 - very good question. Let's say the sea ponies can get infected via contact from the ponies (and don't vanish into the sea before anything bad happens to them), then yes, if one of them can be infected then they will probably have some issues with their body. Pinkie / Surprise as an example won't be dealing well with the fact that she should have wings and there aren't wings. It's different than, let's say, Twilight, who may have wings she can't use anymore, but she still has her horn and as such, it's a bit easier to accept the different body.
2 - I have to say, I'm not very well versed on the plot of Starlight and her cutie mark erasing! It makes me wonder of the infection actually could undo what she did. Weren't they kinda like some zombies? Or am I just picturing it wrong? (then oops haha) If there is a sane and healthy pony mind, then yes, it could be replaced like any other!
3 - Imagine Celestia as Majesty, still being ridiculous in her punishments. "Oh, you tried to interrupt my tea party? might as well force you to attend them now :/". Cozy could probably infiltrate like that! Is she good at keeping up appearances or would the image crackle soon?
#mlp#mlp infection au#infection au#asks#geluthebabosamultiversal#what were the punishment for Chrysalis und Tirek?#are they still around to be infected?
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I Know A Place (just for you and me)
Part Three
WMFTD: Drabbles
WMFTD!Y/N X Hypnos
Word count: 7.5k
Warnings: implied sex, AUs out of the wazoo, no beta.
Notes: sorry for being gone for so long. It wasn’t planned. Request that have already been sent are being worked on and I won’t be accepting any for the moment.
Enjoy the randomness
Run (Zombie AU)
The boxes of flavored oatmeal and fruit snacks were out of date but you didn’t care. It might as well have been a delicious bloody steak as far as you were concerned.
It also meant that the group would have food for the night. Maybe even tomorrow depending on how the other runners did.
Quickly you packed the goods into your backpack, flashlight between your teeth. There was a low rumble in your stomach but you ignored it.
You had gotten very good at ignoring your stomach.
The gas station had been destroyed at some point, broken glass everywhere, the shelves tipped over. It must have happened early on since there was a noticeable lack of gore.
After you searched the rest of the building, scowling when you had found the backroom empty of any stock, you began the run back to camp.
With a tight grip on the tire iron that had been with you since the first day, you tried to keep a steady and quick pace. It would be twilight soon and it didn’t matter how fast or strong a person was, no one wanted to be caught in the dark.
Everything had changed so fast. A mere year ago, you were among one of the famous boxers in the world, well on your way to the championship. Now, you were in a town with no name, fighting for your survival.
All because some rich asshole lied and sold meat contaminated with the ‘Wasting’ sickness to every single damn grocery in the nation.
Thankfully the run back was empty of any zombies. Which was odd considering how active they normally were during dusk.
You lifted a hand in greeting at the wall guards, and let the nurse do the check up before opening the doors. You saw that her hands were trembling. At your frown, she offered up a strained grin.
Several pairs of eyes lifted up in acknowledgment when you stepped past the imposing fences. You gave a nod - a silent ‘we got food tonight’ and got smiles of relief in return.
As one of the runners, you didn’t have to cook - thank gods, you weren’t that great of a cook back when spices were readily available, let alone now- and dropped off the goods in the kitchen.
It looks like some of the others had found a dented box of cereal, another found canned peas.
It was clear the group will have to widen the search radius soon. Food was running low.
You rubbed your face in frustration as you left the kitchen. So far the crops had yielded little and no one trusted meat easily now. No one knew how much the wasting disease affected other animals. Since the CDC had thought it wasn’t transmissible in the first place only to be proven horrible wrong.
The dorms were blissfully empty but you didn’t go to your bed. Sleep wasn’t what you wanted. The moment you saw him, a weight lifted from your chest.
He didn’t see you at first, his brow furrowed over the gardening book. His white curls were hidden by a red beanie but it had gotten long enough that his ends curled around his collarbone.
It wasn’t until he flipped to the next page that his eyes snagged on you and his lips curled up in a shy grin.
Gods help you, Hypnos had a gorgeous smile.
His smile had been the first real one you had seen in months when you found the military base. He had looked so angelic in the morning light with his white curls and amber eyes, you thought you really did die and he was there to guide you to the afterlife.
“Hey.” He greeted you quietly, tipping his face up for a kiss.
“Hey.” You returned just as quiet, finally able to breath past the knot in your chest.You kept the kiss gentle, cupping his chin. You just wanted to feel his warmth.
Just wanted him.
Once the kiss broke, you joined him in the cramped bed, dumping your backpack and weapons on the floor. Yours and his legs tangled together as you pulled him close. Until Hypnos, you had forgotten how good it was to just hold someone.
“Any luck?” Hypnos whispered, sighing in peace as he buried his face against the hollow of your neck.
“A little bit.” You muttered, closing your eyes. “Oatmeal. Some fruit snacks. Another runner found peas.”
“Ooh. Sounds delicious. Much better than my day. They had us work on escape routes today.” Hypnos murmured. “It's too bad, I was looking forward to the chance to work in the garden. I think the tomatoes might be fruiting soon.”
Your body tensed up at the words, your eyes snapped open, staring blindly at the lines of beds.
That… wasn’t normal. The practices for escaping were all in weekly rotation, along with training for first aid and weapons safety. Today’s training was supposed to be a refresher on medicine and emergency care.
The nurse’s tight, worried expression flashed in your mind's eye.
“Just in case.” Hypnos rushed to assure you, pulling away enough to smile up at you. “Others didn’t like it either but it never hurts to be safe. You know?”
You said nothing for a long moment, mind rushing. Hypnos’ smile changed into a faint worried expression as he whispered your name. You heard the question in his voice.
Realizing that he was waiting for you to say something, you offered up a smile, running your knuckle against his soft cheek. You prayed that it would be enough to hide your own stress.
“Yeah, you’re right, my love. It never hurts to be safe. I’m just tired.”
Relief bloomed in his face, lighting up his sleepy eyes and he gave you a quick kiss before returning to his spot. “We have time to doze before dinner starts.” Hypnos yawned, already halfway asleep.
You muttered a mindless agreement.
That nurse… Her hands were usually as steady as yours. Flesh made into steel.
But not today.
Then the noticeable lack of the dead wandering around… you thought you had gotten lucky.
Something was wrong.
Your eyes flickered toward one of the windows, it will be night soon. You had a hidden map in your bag. You weren’t that far from the mountains, from possible safety for you and Hypnos.
“Hey, how about we stay in my bed tonight?” You asked, cupping the back of his head. Hypnos gave a hum of agreement, “Sounds good to me. More quieter on your side anyway.”
You had lost everything when the world ended. Your parents, your friends along with most of your humanity.
At the end of the world, you had found him.
You will be damned before you lose him.
~~
Ocean (mermaid, Hypnos’ pov)
Many had whispered under their gills of the lazy, spoiled Hypnos. The last child born to the Great Queen Nyx and possibly her greatest disappointment. But what they couldn’t say was that Hypnos didn’t do his duty to his family.
Hypnos grimaced, lifting his wrist up to study it as he wrapped his tail around the large tip of a jagged stone deep in the reef, his eyes locked onto his wedding band. It was thin but heavy, with pearls and rubies embedded in the gold.
No, Hypnos thought with a dim, hard satisfaction, they couldn’t say that.
Dozens of impossibly small fishes, their colorful scales glinting as they hurried away into hiding holes. Hypnos didn’t move for a moment, watching how the eels ducked deeper into their caves, how turtles began to quietly move away, the gentle anemones closing, even the handful of the sharks darted away.
Then a large shadow was casted over his form.
“You know it isn’t safe out here.” The deep timbre of his mate’ voice rumbled, causing Hypnos to shiver unwillingly, his fins fluttering in response.
Not turning around to acknowledge you, Hypnos straightened his back and crossed his arms. He stared past the colorful reef and out into the depth of the sea. “Well, that's why you are here, right? Everything now should be safe as- as… a school of planktons!”
”Until a whale shows up.” You replied, moving in front to easily block Hypnos’ view with your large form.
The differences between you and him couldn’t be more clear.
Hypnos had the bright colorful scales of his people, his tail was a rich red with dramatic ruffled fins edged with white. A trait that made him stand out the dark greens, blues and purples of his family and he was proud of it even if it made Nyx grimace at the mere sight.
In contrast, you looked like the very beasts that you and your people were meant to protect his kingdom from. At least twice as tall and more than double the size of Hypnos. You looked like you were born to fight with a tail of onyx black, thick and powerful, built to cut through water with a speed and power Hypnos’ kind never could reach.
Scars lined your muscular form, but the ones that caught Hypnos’ eyes were the huge circular marks along your shoulder and chest. He never had even seen a giant squid but you had. You had fought one and survived.
His eyes flickered toward yours, growing wide when he realized that you were studying him. Under your cool gaze, it felt like every ugly, childish part of him was laid out for you to judge. Yet his heart raced, a heated flush growing under his pale skin.
Hypnos scowled, unwrapping his tail as he drifted to the side to put some much needed space between you and him. It wouldn’t do for you to see his unwelcomed emotions.
”Just because we are married doesn’t mean I have to stay by your side at all times, like some poor lovesick anglerfish.” Hypnos muttered, pointly swimming away.
Not that you seemed to care, following him with ease. The deadly trident strapped to your back didn’t seem to slow you down at all.
“I never said that.” You told him, voice relaxed and low enough to rival the deep. If he had turned around, he would have seen the flash of warning in your eyes.
Hypnos scoffed. ”It was implied.”
An uncomfortable silence fell between the pair, one that weighted on Hypnos. He picked up speed, knowing you would keep up. Jerk.
Typically the reef, his home for as long his ancestors had existed, was flushed with life swirling all around. Now the creatures were hidden, waiting for the long shadows of his mate to leave. They never hid from him before. Hypnos wasn’t a predator; however you were and the animals of the reef sensed it.
Fed up, Hypnos swirled around to face you, shoving his hair out of his face. His annoyance deepened when you drifted past him lazily. “Is there something you want from me?” He snapped, his tail lashing slightly.
You stopped and turned to face him, far too close for comfort, the masculine line of your jaw stern as you stared down at him. Then something flickered in your eyes, a shadow that made Hypnos’ instinct scream at him to swim fast and far as he could.
Before he could move, your hands snapped out and caught him like he was a dumb prey. You pulled him flushed against your chest with one arm, your rock tight grip pinned his own arms down, keeping him from escaping.
Your fingers caught his chin and with a firm yet gentle touch you tilted his face up.
Hypnos wanted to scream but all he could muster up was a weak, breathless growl. You leaned down like you were going to kiss him.
Flames licked along his back, the memory of the first kiss shared at the altar rushing back. It has been chaste, soft with your fingers pressed against his cheek but there was a quiet, possessive promise of more.
A promise that Hypnos had been hellbent on avoiding, going so far as to sleep in a separate room from you and trying to stay as far away from you as he could. But it felt like you were always lurking now, watching him with the keen eye of a predator.
You stopped when just a hairbreadth away with a smile, your expression softening. Hypnos swallowed, his breathing shaky, his anger forgotten in the pounding rush of his blood, drowning out anything else. Then you chuckled, the dark sound vibrating through Hypnos.
“If you get eaten by something not me, my little nymph then the whole deal is off. So what I would like is for you to return to our pod.” Your smile dropped. “Now.”
With that you let him go.
With his cheeks burning from embarrassment, Hypnos glared up at you, dozens of bubbles escaping his mouth and gills as he bit back the many foul names he had come up for you.
”Oh, noooo. We wouldn’t dare to hope for that, now would we?” Hypnos finally snapped, not able to hide the bruising his pride just took. With that, he turned around and casted one last longing glance at the silent reef.
“When the pod of orcas are banished from the area, I can bring you back.” You offered. There was an unspoken apology in the undercurrent of your voice.
It was only for the sake of his people that he didn’t turn around and slap you. That and he knew it would fail.
“Very well.” Hypnos said stiffly.
Later, much later with the Reef only a memory, Hypnos returned to his chambers alone. He paused when he spied something on his vanity and drifted over, smiling at Monie, a littler pufferfish Hypnos had since his youth, dozing on the bed of seaweeds.
It was a small box, made from stone and kelp. With a furrow brow, he risked a peek. Inside there was a lovely red anemone resting on a stone, the tentacles swaying.
The note attached read, ‘Not an apology. A promise.’
~~
Snapshots (BTIBN!AU)
The first photo Hypnos picked out was one taken in his junior year of college, with your arms wrapped around his waist, both grinning up at the phone. If one looked close enough, his face had thinned out and there was a shadow lurking behind your eyes. Hypnos never could explain why he picked that one.
He placed it on the wall with a simple black frame. (It was the first day out of the hospital, and you couldn’t stop touching him, he had caught a bad flu the previous winter and you had counted down the days until you could hold him close again.)
When you found one of the photos your parents took on prom night, you couldn’t resist placing it on the dresser.
The shy, happy smile on Hypnos’ face, the way you and he matched with red ties (a detail that Hypnos included for the wedding as well). And you, still a young idiot who was ignoring his parents’ amused eyerolls, were beaming down at Hypnos like he had hung the moon and stars.
You loved it (loved him) and glanced at it every morning as you got ready.
Another photo Hypnos added to the wall was the first day they got Moine. The little puff of cotton stared up at Hypnos with naked adoration in those wet black eyes. The first night they had fallen asleep on the loveseat together, Monie curled under Hypnos’ chin.
You had quietly taken the photo, heart overflowing. (Monie was never impressed by you, always choosing to walk away with a huff when you got home before Hypnos. Whenever Hypnos was ill, the little dog never left his side, loyal as you were.)
It took some time for you and Hypnos to agree where to place the wedding photos. Eventually some went into a shoebox, tucked away somewhere in the closet. But the ones that made it found a home on the fireplace mantle. Save for one.
Hypnos placed it on his nightstand.
(Meg had a surprisingly good eye for photography and had caught a moment between you and Hypnos. You and him had ducked away for a moment of privacy-or so you thought yet you couldn’t be that upset over it. Under the warm patio lighting, you and him were swaying alone, his head tucked against your shoulder. Your eyes were closed, cheek resting against the top of Hypnos’ head, your face relaxed for the first time all day. )
Countless more photos were added, of bright summer days and laughter. Of graduations, of parties and weddings. Of Monie and his beloved tennis ball.
Then…
Children.
Each one of them broke your heart when they came into the world screaming. Long nights of diaper changes and bottle feeding. Baseball games and ballet recitals with last minute poster boards projects. Bedtime stories and late night snacks. Scraped knees and first bike rides, of their first crushes and heartbreak, of birthdays and mundane ( and utterly perfect) days, of finding their own dreams and paths.
Then somehow they were grown.
(How was that even possible? Photos of their beaming faces, round cheeks with gap tooth smiles that changed into proud expressions with graduation caps, line the walls. Their childhood was told in fleeting moments caught in frames.)
Days went into months that turned into years that somehow became decades in a blink.
Your parents beaming over the dinner table. A few more lines on their faces and a little more grayer.
One of the most favorite photos you have of your parents was in your office. Gray at Pa’s temples, his body worn down by years of nursing and Achilles’ blue eyes made bigger with glasses, it was them simply holding hands during the last holiday with everyone together. As if they all knew subconsciously.
(Gods, only if you had the power to stop time in its tracks. You made sure to keep them together in the end. Not even death kept them apart for long. )
It was when you saw the newest photos Hypnos placed by the doorway that you had stopped in your tracks. You didn’t recognize yourself.
The photo was one of the bunch you and Hypnos had with the children and their partners. Hypnos looked beautiful as always, smiling cheerfully with his cheek on your shoulder.
You… you looked older, lines around your eyes formed, your hair a little more grayer than you remembered.
(It had been a good day, filled with laughter and joy, kisses made sticky with maple syrup and smiles warmed by coffee.)
When did you become this old man before you? You still felt like you were that kid in the letterman jacket, fingertips covered with spray paint and staring longingly at the beautiful boy with golden eyes that belong to the sunset.
You shook your head, scowling as you turned the lights off for the night and went looking for your husband.
He was in the bedroom, curled up with a new book under the thick quilt they had for years. He didn’t hear you come in, so you shamelessly took the moment to watch him, crossing your arms as you leaned against the door frame.
To you, Hypnos hadn’t aged a day. He was just as beautiful as the day you saw him standing on your porch on that summer day, eternal as the sunset itself.
His eyes flickered up, blinking behind the glasses that you had finally managed to convince him to wear. The black frames suited him, making the gold of his eyes vivid. He placed his book down and waited for you to speak.
”When did we get old?” You asked him with a sigh, walking over to your side of the bed. On your nightstand was a photo of just Hypnos, beaming at you from across a diner table, a mug of coffee by his elbow.
You don’t remember the occasion for the road trip. Just that he had looked like perfection in that early morning sunlight coming behind him.
(you could live countless lifetimes, it still wouldn’t be enough time with Hypnos.)
Hypnos smiled, lines forming around his eyes. “Did you just now notice?”
You grumbled, “I don’t feel old.”
Laughing, Hypnos gestured to you to join him and you obeyed as you always did. Like a puzzle piece, he tucked against you, his hand over your chest and you tightened your arms around him.
”I love you.” You murmured into his hair, running a hand along his back. It was the only words you could come up with because how could you even begin to summarize everything that he was to you? To thank him for choosing you, for their shared life, for the children and filling their home with laughter and love?
Hypnos kissed the hollow of your neck.
”I love you, too.”
(How did you get so, so lucky?)
~~
Marks (Soulmate!AU)
“It is a pretty uncommon name. Are you sure that you are on the right website?” Pa sounded distant over the phone, the sounds of dogs barking and running around in the background.
With a heavy eye roll, you spun around in your chair and glanced at the soul mark website. Set up by the UN in the early thousand, it was meant to be a far easier way for soul mates to find each other.
Before the net, people had to rely on letters and documents and often prayer to find their one. Never before in known history, had it been so easy to find a soulmate.
Upon adulthood, most people put their mark’s name in the database along with an uploaded photo of the mark and their own names. If they were lucky, they would meet their soulmates that day.
“Yeah, pretty sure.” You muttered. Honestly, you weren’t in a rush. Most soul pairings seemed way obsessed with each other. Codependent if one would. Including your parents, much as you loved them.
Too much work. Too much time. Too many expectations.
”Hopefully they aren’t in one of those cults.” Dad said, his voice louder than Pa’s, “I have a friend who’s son in law was in one. So if-“
And you were done. You weren’t going to listen to this. Again. “Hey, I gotta get back to work. Love you guys, see you for dinner next week.”
Hanging up the call, you went to close the website yet your fingers lingered over the keyboard. It wasn’t that you haven’t looked for this Hypnos before. The name alone was enough to make you curious but nothing ever came up. Even now that you were comfortably settled in your early thirties.
With a huff of annoyance at yourself, you clicked it close.
The late golden sunlight caught on your mark, the red and gold poppies gleaming around your soulmate’s name. It had been with you since you were five years old, forming on your forearm overnight.
Mindlessly, you brushed your fingers along the flowers then you caught yourself and pulled your hand away like the mark burnt you.
~
On a damp Tuesday morning, your ancient electric kettle gave out. As in it caught on fire.
With a curse, you tossed it into the sink, black smoke causing you to cough. The smoke alarm began to scream, ringing in your ears and you were not awake enough to deal with this.
Once you were sure the kettle wouldn’t burn down your home, you stumbled out into the world, desperately looking on your phone for a nearby coffee shop.
Wet droplets landed on your face, cold and sharp against your skin. Realizing that you forgot your umbrella, you flipped the hood of your jacket up in vain against the oncoming storm.
Then as if the universe decided that it hated you and everyone else, the clouds began to pour rainwater down on the busy city street.
Today was most definitely not your day.
You picked up speed, water splashing against your legs until you found the small coffee shop and ducked into it. With some disbelief, you stared out into the city, feeling like a drowned rat.
Coffee, then you can sit down at a table while feeling sorry for yourself.
You got in line, trying to find something on the menu that wasn’t a bomb of sugar and cream. A young woman, with forest green dreads and toothy smile, was rushing around mumbling to herself. As she helped the customer before you, she took a moment to turn around and yelled to the closed back doors.
“Hypnos! I got a line and I need help!”
You stopped breathing.
It had to be a nickname. Surely.
Then the door opened, a man with impossibly white curls and an armful of bottles of syrup stepped out.
“I know Dusa, I know.” The man yawned, unaware of you staring at him. You couldn’t help it, he was the most lovely, most perfect man you ever saw. He plopped the bottles down onto the and turned to you as he tied up his black apron.
The first thing you noticed was that his bottom lip was just a little more fuller than his top one. Second, you noticed that his eyes were heavy with dark circles but that didn’t stop him from smiling cheerfully at you.
Gods, it hadn’t even been a minute and you wanted to kiss him.
Your eyes flickered to the name tag and there it was, same spelling and everything.
Hypnos. Hypnos. Hypnos.
“So what can I get ya today, sir?” Hypnos chirped, unaware that he had changed everything for you in a single moment. Thick white lashes framed around his golden eyes and you couldn’t breath.
Your mouth opened but nothing came out so you shut it, trying to come up with something. There were movies of people making the perfect speech, books filled with breathtaking moments of first meetings.
All you could do was stare.
”Sir?” Hypnos said, and he sounded like he was unimpressed with a touch of worry as his golden eyes - and how the world did he have those irises, it seemed too divine for a mortal- darted to Dusa.
“I-“ your voice cracked and you stopped. Now everyone was staring at you. You were being an idiot.
Without hesitation, you yanked up your jacket sleeve and revealed the soul mark. You could have swore the colors were more vibrant, more lifelike than ever before. Like the flowers had come alive just for Hypnos.
Hypnos’s name caught gold in the bistro lighting.
Hypnos’ mouth dropped open, his hand automatically wrapped around his forearm as he stared at your arm. He kept his arm close to chest as if trying to protect himself.
“It is you.” You said finally, like something inside of you had been missing and you had found it - found him, and the last piece clinked in place, like it belonged. You understood now.
For a long moment, he said nothing, only staring at you.
Then with an unusual calm, Hypnos turned to Dusa, “I quit.”
Without another glance at you, he promptly booked it toward the backroom and out of your sight.
You moved before you realized it, climbed over the counter and darted into the back to where Hypnos went. You ignored Dusa’s surprise cry, the murmuring of the customers as your eyes darted around the kitchen.
Realizing that the back door was opened, you rushed back out into the rain, and caught a glimpse of him just as he turned the corner.
With your jaw tight with determination, your heart pounding in a rhythm that belonged only to Hypnos, you gave chase.
~~
Repetition (Reincarnation!au, Hypnos’ Pov)
The Wise ones, all three of them, were smiling over him. Their hands laid on his chest, over his heart. He stared up at the night skies, at the billions of stars. At the countless moments, lives flowing like river water over stone.
He was gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face. His wings fluttered like the delicate petals of Amare willows that bloom outside his childhood window.
He had been reborn.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.
~
His Captain wasn’t much different from his other lives. Your eyes still burned with the intensity of a black sun, your shoulders were still broad enough to carry the weight of the world and countless scars still marked your body like constellations of the milky-ways.
Hypnos knew it was you the moment he laid eyes on you.
Turn out, finding you weren’t the hard part. It was everything after that. He wanted to fall in your arms, to feel your mouth against his and to rediscover you. He just wanted to be loved and to love you once more.
Maybe patience was the lesson he was meant to learn in this life but if his memory served him right, patience was a lesson he had learned before. Yet here he was, learning it once more.
It was hard, especially when he ached just being near you. Only he hadn’t seen you at all today or yesterday, you must have been too busy writing reports or something.
He stood before your personal rooms, playing with the keycard in his hands. You had given it to him after the second attack, a full three months after the first. It wasn’t for romantic reasons like Hypnos knew it was for some species, you had made that perfectly clear. Purely for emergencies, you had repeatedly told him.
Shaking away the bitter thought, Hypnos pressed on the intercom outside of the door.
It came alive with a faint glow, the robotic voice sounded bored as it spoke. “Name and reason?”
“It’s me. Hypnos. I mean. And I just…” Before he could recall the made up reason he had for showing up, the door opened.
With a deep breath,Hypnos stepped into the room. He couldn’t hide his curiosity as he tried to take in everything.
The living room was spartan, with only a sofa and loveseat that came with the ship. The low table in front was bare of any personal items. The open kitchen was empty as well, not a single bottle of spice out on the counter.
Hypnos was torn between worry and helpless amusement.
It was a faint thing, hazy like the river lethe but Hypnos knew this wasn’t new. It was familiar in a way.
‘A few blankets, pillows, a handful of warm lights and we could make this a lot cozier.’
Then your voice reached him, “Hypnos, in the office.”
”Coming.” Hypnos called out, glancing over the room once more time.
When he found you in your office, you were pouring over a starmap, a glass in your scarred hand. You took a sip as he knocked and waited for your permission to come in, even though he wanted to rush toward you.
You glanced at him, then nodded. Hypnos hurried in, before you changed your mind, the door closing behind him with a click.
He studied your office, unlike many others, You kept it simple, a dark desk with a nameplate and a few awards on the wall. On one side, there was a window, open to reveal the void of space, with far away stars gleaming.
If he knew you and he liked to think he did, you probably had at least ten different weapons hidden away somewhere.
Hypnos settled in the surprisingly comfortable chair before your desk, not saying anything.
You took a sip of your drink, the liquid amber in the dim lighting. “Can your species drink human alcohol?”
Your voice was husky, rich and dark as the mines of his home world and Hypnos shivered. His wings perked up in pure animalistic instinct but he stilled them, his stomach hot with embarrassment and maybe something else entirely.
“I can. Yes.” Hypnos replied, hoping his voice didn’t give away his thoughts.
You politely moved up from your desk to get him a glass and poured him a drink. The whole time Hypnos studied you, admiring the flex of your powerful muscles under the captain’s uniform.
When you came closer to hand over the drink, Hypnos wanted to pull you closer but he didn’t.
Hypnos curled his hands around the drink instead then sniffed it. It was a familiar smell, filled with sharp, warming spices. Where he had known this smell before…
“Rum. The makers claimed they were one of the original creators from Earth.” You told him, and tapped his glass with yours. At the same time, you and him took a sip.
Warmth flooded his mouth and raced down his chest before settling low in his stomach.
Then everything rushed toward him.
Ropes, sea salt, the sway of a ship, moonlight on dark waters, powerful waves crashing against earth, bruises on his thighs and rough kisses with rubies -or blood- and gold spilling everywhere.
Hypnos closed his eyes. Oh yes, he remembered that life. That had been one well lived.
Silence overtook as you returned to the map, writing notes down on a tablet. The starmap casted an pale blue glow in the room, millions of little stars gleaming over your desk.
Hypnos continued to drink, warmed by the liquid and memories that tasted like the ocean, the blue so deep he wondered he would ever see its likenesses again. He shifted, letting his legs swing idly, his wings swaying along in beat.
Then you turned the map off. The tablet dimmed.
Hypnos blinked, his wings fluttering softly with his curiosity.
“Tell me about one.” You ordered, leaning back against your chair. Your eyes were locked onto him. Hypnos swallowed, his pulse racing as he took one last sip. He pushed his empty glass toward you.
A beat of silence, then you grabbed the bottle, and using your teeth, uncorked it. Your eyes unwavering, like you decided you were ready to peel all of his secrets away. Hypnos hated how much he was looking forward to it.
He ached with so many unspoken words.
With a full glass of rum between his hands, Hypnos met your eyes. “Tell you what?”
“About one of these past lives. Or alternative universes or whatever.’” You replied with an unimpressed eyebrow, placing the cork back in, your thumb pressing down on it. “Any of them, your pick.”
Hypnos swirled his drink, his brow furrowed. He didn’t know which one he should pick. What if he chose badly and you kicked him out? Or pick one of the more fantastical ones and you thought him as a liar. Not mentioning the fact Hypnos was still recovering so many moments, like small, precious white shells on the beach, picking them up one at a time.
”It is hard to just choose one.” Hypnos admitted, unfolding his legs and shifted closer to your desk. He took a sip then sighed.
“One of the first ones I remember… Language wasn’t a thing, not really. All we could do was point and grunt if you will. We just hadn’t evolved to speak complex languages, not yet. The one of the courting gifts you gave me was a big clay jar, filled with bright red pigments for cave painting. My favorite color.” Hypnos paused, not able to look at your face.
He was terrified of what he would find in your expression. Yet the words spilled from him, like confessions of sin. “I still wonder if I could find the cave with our handprints. It must be out there somewhere- or maybe that planet had been swallowed up by its sun by now.”
Silence took over for a long breathless moment and Hypnos took another sip, deeper. He felt so warm, like it was mating season and all he wanted- all he wanted…
You finished your drink, the sound of glass loud as you placed it down.
”Tell me another.” You ordered as you stood, and Hypnos watched you move around your desk and stopped in front of him. All Hypnos could do was stare up at you, helpless. You leaned against your desk, powerful arms crossed and gestured for him to continue.
He swallowed, “There are so many, I can recall one where you were a superhero and I worked as handler. Then another world where you were an artist, often struck by fits of madness, you called me your beloved muse. There were so many where we met as children, in one of those lives, we shared a first kiss on a snowy night. Another one where you were a pirate…”
”A pirate?” You said with a quiet laugh. Hypnos flushed at your tone, not used to you sounding so light. He lifted his half-full glass with a smile before taking a quick sip.
“You were quite fond of rum.” Hypnos teased after he swallowed, a knot in his chest slowly slipping open, his stomach warmed. You leaned in, and took the glass from him. Before Hypnos could process what happened, you were downing his drink.
All Hypnos could do was watch, your Adam’s apple bobbing as you polished off the rum. One drop of rum almost escaped, but you caught it in time with a swipe of your tongue. He copied you without realizing it, feeling like he was at a feast but not allowed near the table.
You always kept the full uniform on, and Hypnos wished he was bold enough to reach over and reveal the secret flesh underneath, to trace the line of your neck with his tongue. His wings twitched and jerked, wanting to flare out in a mating display and woo his mate closer.
His wings were going to give him away with how obvious they were.
“The caveman one, was that the first one you remembered?” You placed the glass down. Your foot hooked around the chair leg and pulled Hypnos closer. The sound was loud in the quiet, a final warning.
But for what he didn’t know.
He grabbed the chair arms, looking down with a blush. Somehow he suddenly felt shy.
“Ah.” Hypnos tried to find his words, very aware of how much bigger you were than him. He could swear that he could feel your body heat this close. “No.”
Your fingers brushed along his jawline, curling under his chin and his breath hitched as his face was tilted up.
Like breathless gravity, Hypnos caught in your gaze, like the moon once to earth, lovers so close yet were millions of miles away. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Under the heaviness of your stare, he felt weightless.
”Tell me.” You ordered in a whisper, moving slightly closer, your other hand moving past his side and gripped the arm of the chair. Like this, Hypnos was completely trapped in.
Hypnos smiled. There was a touch of sadness in it. One that you noticed judging by the silght furrow in your brow.
“I was an immortal god and you were a dead moral. A man turned to a shade.” Hypnos whispered. He waited, sure you would pull away. You didn’t. Your thumb caressed along his cheek in slow, gentle swipes.
Hypnos let out a shuddering breath, closed his eyes. “Yet we found each other.”
Maybe he should say more but no words came. That life had been so vivid in his mind’s eye, a part of him still wondered if that universe still existed, far out of his reach, one where you and him existed forever in a small corner of the vastness so very happy and loving.
He hoped so, a quiet heaven with you was what his soul was made for.
“You terrify me.” You admitted, causing Hypnos to open his eyes with surprise. You gave him a rueful smile. Your voice was low enough to sink into Hypnos’ bones.
“Me?” Hypnos whimpered, not able to comprehend the idea of him being scary. Maybe if someone had a phobia of naps or of ridiculous creatures who walked into walls on occasion.
The mere idea of it… It was laughable.
”You just came from the stars one day without a single warning. I tried to stay away but I couldn’t. In every room I step into, I look for you.” You pressed your thumb on the corner of his lip. “I should be able to dismiss all these stories without a blink, of these past lives or alternate universes. But I can’t. I just can’t.”
With an easy grace, you leaned down, your breath hot against Hypnos’ mouth. And oh, how Hypnos wanted to lean in yet he couldn’t move.
“When I look at you, when you smile at me; Hypnos, it’s like coming home again.”
Hypnos knew it was coming but he still gasped against the press of your lips, his wings shuddering as you tipped his head up to deepen the kiss. It was so much better than any memory.
A hand cupped his cheek and he looked up at you unable to hide his tears. Your expression was soft and fond - and a little apologetic -as you smiled down at him. You looked so handsome in your military uniform. You promised to return to him the moment the war was over.
In the end, all he had left was a letter that spoke of your bravery and a folded flag.
Tears burned under his eyelids, Hypnos cupped your face between his hands, needing to feel you. He kept you close as the kiss continued between soft gasps and murmuring. His fingers trailed against your cheeks, feeling the start of rough stubbles along your jaw.
“Wait for me!” Hypnos called out, his birdlike wings on his back flapped in effort to keep with you. He was still too young to truly fly but he still chased after you anyway.
You laughed with pure joy, your wings casting shadows over the land as you returned. You dipped lower to grab his hands and lifted him up higher and higher.
In a singular moment, he was one with everything. His heart raced along yours, when you breathed in, he breathed out, two beings becoming whole and perfect once more.
His moral. His warrior. His dearest.
You didn’t wake even as Hypnos shifted, your head heavy on his thighs. Hypnos pushed your hair out your face, running his fingers through your locks.
That finally prompted you to wake just a little bit with a low hum. Your lips quirked up in a lazy smile. “Looks like I’m still dreaming.”
Hypnos scoffed, his heart overflowing as he leaned down to kiss you-
Then the kiss broke.
You pulled back, lips shiny and your eyes blown dark with lust, staring down at him. You panted harshly and Hypnos realized he was doing the same.
”Hypnos.” You said with a ragged and torn voice.
His heart stopped, sure that you were going to push him away. Only you didn’t.
“Hypnos.” You repeated brokenly, staring down at him. It was like you were seeing him, really seeing him for the first time.
The next kiss was just as amazing, he couldn’t tell where you and him began and ended. Memories rushed toward him, burning him along with the growing need deep in his core.
His hands roamed over your neck, shoulders and chest as he murmured your name over and over against your lips. You swore against his mouth.
Before he knew what was happening, you had silded your arms under him and lifted up and out of the chair with an ease he should have expected. You turned around and planted him on your desk, still kissing him, still touching him as you pushed him down onto his back.
Hypnos knew they should slow down, talk it out but he had missed you, craved you so much he didn't have it in him to stop if he wanted to. He felt starved until you touched him. His mating seasons had never felt like now, all gauzy heat and the hard, wonderful press of another body against his.
He was the personification of lust, of the euphoria that could be found in another.
Tangling his fingers in your hair, you and him kissed and kissed and kissed, hands caressing new flesh. Somehow it was new and familiar at the same time. The primal rhythm was built into their DNA, even now.
Hypnos tossed his head back, trying to breathe, trying to move with you as you consumed him, like the void of space swallowed countless stars. It was perfect, it was just you and him once more.
Everything ends, even this.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck and shoulder, your arms braced around his head as you tried to return to normal. There was a growing dampness against his neck. Hypnos blinked slowly up at the ceiling, still floating along the river of sensations and of returned memories.
He caressed the line of your back, pressed kisses against your scalp, his heart growing and love spilling out of him like new constellations as he murmured comforting words.
Later, you and him will speak of everything, of nothing and it will be good, it will be right. Because it will be what it always had been, you and him among the stars once more.
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Someone who draws more than me needs to strike while the infection au is hot and draw pony Pathologic. I want to see Bachelor of Medicine Twilight Sparkle arrive in the Town on the Gorkhanter River at the outbreak of a terrible plague. I think the whole "plague comes from the pain of the Earth" thing would meld super well with the non-zombie, ponies becoming trees or mushrooms version of the au.
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every album i listened to this year pt. 1
i listened to 238 albums that were new to me this year. this is the first 119 of them + basic genre tagging.
A Sunny Day In Glasgow - Sea When Absent [noise pop]
ABBA - Volume 25 [karaoke]
Agriculture - Agriculture [black metal]
Agriculture - The Circle Chant [black metal]
Alcest - Écailles de Lune [black metal]
Altar of Plagues - White Tomb [black metal]
Animals as Leaders - Parrhesia [djent]
Another Heaven - 1: You Are Loved [shoegaze]
Art Sorority - Older Boys [folk punk]
Ashenspire - Hostile Architecture [black metal]
Atomic Guava - Peasants of the Future [power metal]
awakebutstillinbed - chaos takes the wheel and i am a passenger [emo]
Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell [punk]
bar italia - Tracey Denim [post-punk]
Basketball Divorce Court - rebound [punk]
Big Black - Atomizer [noise rock]
Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You [alt-country]
Black Ends - Stay Evil [noise pop]
Black Math Horseman - Black Math Horseman [black metal]
Blanky - Blood Harmony [alternative]
Bosse-de-Nage - Bosse-de-Nage [black metal]
Bosse-de-Nage - ii [black metal]
Bosse-de-Nage - iii [black metal]
Bosse-de-Nage/Deafheaven - Split EP [black metal]
boybrain - In The Company of Worms [punk]
Bríi - Último Ancestral Comum [rock]
Cable Ties - All Her Plans [punk]
Callous Daoboys - Celebrity Therapist [hardcore]
Charlie Megira - Da Abtomatic Meisterzinger Mambo Chic [lo-fi]
Chat Pile - God’s Country [sludge metal]
Chat Pile - Remove Your Skin Please [sludge metal]
Chat Pile - This Dungeon Earth [sludge metal]
Chat Pile & Nerver - Brothers in Christ [sludge metal]
Cherub Tree - where are your manners [alternative]
Choncy - Community Chest [post-punk]
Corker - Falser Truths [post-punk]
Crime of Passing - Crime of Passing [post-punk]
Dark Factory - Dark Factory [new wave]
Days ‘N Daze - Rogue Taxidermy [folk punk]
Days ‘N Daze - Songs We Recorded for Splits [folk punk]
Dazy - OTHERBODY [alternative]
Deafheaven - New Bermuda [blackgaze]
Deafheaven - Sunbather [blackgaze]
Deeper - Careful! [post-punk]
Dirty Old Town - No Returning Home [alternative]
Dummy - Mandatory Enjoyment [post-punk]
dust - et cetera, etc [punk]
Eddy Arnold - Cattle Call [country]
Ekko Astral - Quartz [punk]
Ekko Astral - The Quartz Farewell [punk]
Elizabeth Colour Wheel - Nocebo [black metal]
Erik Hall - Canto Ostinato (Simeon ten Holt) [neo-classical]
Erik Hall - Music For 18 Musicians (Steve Reich) [neo-classical]
Explosions in the Sky - All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone [post-rock]
Explosions in the Sky - How Strange, Innocence [post-rock]
Ezra Furman - All of Us Flames [art rock]
Ezra Furman - Perpetual Motion People [art rock]
Ezra Furman - Transangelic Exodus [art rock]
Ezra Furman - Twelve Nudes [art rock]
Feeble Little Horse - Girl with Fish [shoegaze]
Fela Kuti - Beasts of No Nation [afrobeat]
Fela Kuti - Coffin for Head of State [afrobeat]
Fela Kuti - Expensive Shit [afrobeat]
Fela Kuti - Roforofo Fight [afrobeat]
Fela Kuti - Zombie! [afrobeat]
Feminazgûl - The Age of Men is Over [black metal]
Frail Body - A Brief Memoriam [hardcore]
Fucked Up - Dose Your Dreams [hardcore]
GEL - Only Constant [hardcore]
Genital Shame - Gathering My Wits [alternative]
Gilla Band - Live at Vicar Street [noise rock]
Godcaster - Godcaster [psychedelic rock]
Hatchie - Giving the World Away [dream pop]
hey, Ily! - Internet Breath [bedroom pop]
Hoaxed - Hoaxed [alternative]
Home is Where - i became birds [emo]
Home is Where - our mouths to smile [emo]
Home Is Where - The Whaler [emo]
Horse Lords - Comradely Objects [microtonal]
Horse Lords - Hidden Cities [microtonal]
Horse Lords - Interventions [microtonal]
Horse Lords - The Common Task [microtonal]
Hot Snakes - Automatic Midnight [post-hardcore]
Housewives - Twilight Splendor [post-punk]
Ian Noe - Between the Country [bluegrass]
illuminati hotties - FREE I.H.: This Is Not the One You’ve Been Waiting For [pop rock]
Institute - Readjusting the Locks [post-punk]
Jane’s Addiction - Nothing’s Shocking [alternative]
Jeff Rosenstock - HELLMODE [punk]
Jeff Rosenstock - No Dream [punk]
Jeff Rosenstock - POST- [punk]
Jeff Rosenstock & Laura Stevenson - Still Young [punk]
Josaleigh Pollett - In The Garden, By The Weeds [bedroom pop]
julie - pushing daisies [alternative]
Kitten Forever - 7 Hearts [riot grrrl]
Kurt Vile - b’lieve i’m goin down… [alt-country]
Lamp of Murmuur - Saturnian Bloodstorm [power metal]
Leonard Bernstein - Chichester Psalms [choral]
Leonard Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony [folk]
Leonard Cohen - Songs from a Room [folk]
Leonard Cohen - You Want It Darker [folk]
Liturgy - 93696 [black metal]
M(h)aol - Attachment Styles [post-punk]
M(h)aol - Gender Studies [post-punk]
Malthusian - MMXIII [black metal]
Mamaleek - Cadejos [black metal]
Mamaleek - Come and See [black metal]
Mamaleek - Diner Coffee [black metal]
Mamaleek - Those Who Pass Between Fleeting Worlds [black metal]
Mandy, Indiana - i’ve seen a way [post-punk]
MDC - Live at CBGB’s [hardcore]
MDC - Millions of Dead Children [hardcore]
MDC - Millions of Dead Cops [hardcore]
MDC - Multi-Death Corporations [hardcore]
Meat Puppets - Meat Puppets II [alternative]
Meat Puppets - Up on the Sun [alternative]
Messa - Close [hard rock]
meth. - Mother of Red Light [noise rock]
Midori - Aratamemashite, Hajimemashite, Midori Desu [hardcore jazz punk]
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through the night like an ember
part 3 of a Nate Archibald playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
Dance The Night ~ Dua Lipa
Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just
Come along for the ride?
Too much ~ Lou Doillon
So I smile a little too much
And the glass, it comes quick to the mouth
And I go on and on sometimes just like the rest of us
Silk Chiffon ~ MUNA, Phoebe Bridgers
I'm high and I'm feeling anxious
Inside of the CVS
Watch her turn round halfway down the aisle
With that you're on camera smile
Like she wants to try me on
Dance To This ~ Troye Sivan, Ariana Grande
Young ambition
Say we'll go slow, but we never do
Premonition
See me spendin’ every night with you
This Will Be Our Year ~ The Zombies
The warmth of your smile, smile for me, little one
And this will be our year, took a long time to come
Love Uncontrolled ~ Matt Doyle
Let me stay and listen to your heart beat; it's so sweet
You know that I can hear it racing inside
Spend the day with me under the bedsheet, in our heat
Let me push those quiet fears aside
Cheek to Cheek ~ Odd Chap, Marty & his Rockin’ Comets
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek
Light Personified ~ Fintan
Walk around this stupid town
The lights go down, we’re silhouettes
We know these streets, and walk the beat
But secretly we kinda like it
My younger days, my foolish ways
Well, I put all of them behind me
You’re all I see, you’re a part of me
And I can’t find the words to write it
Lovesong ~ The Cure
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat ~ Del Water Gap
The more I smoke the more I find
I can't just fall asleep instead
Man on the Moon ~ Zella Day
Nobody saw us for seven days
Under the covers, your body a maze
I couldn't believe that deep down inside
Two bodies glowing could light up the sky
Alone in my dream room, I want to love you
Alone in my dream room, my body above you
Another Day in Paradise ~ Quinn XCII
Touchdown throw off my own two shoes
Still the same city I be used to
And all the reckless things that we do
Party Tattoos ~ dodie
My mummy said to always wear a coat
But it's warm and it's heavy and we're trying to float
Paradise ~ Chase Atlantic
She's always hanging with the wrong guys
She's caught up in lights, you know, the big kind
If I make it right then we can leave time
Superficial Love ~ Calica, Magdalena Bay
I thought we were like good friends
But I don't wanna play pretend
Whispers in your eyes
Question your intentions
Stay the Night ~ The Internet
But maybe we should stay cooped up
Like we don't know what moonlight is
Lately I've been going crazy
Begging you to stay
Twilight ~ bôa
Your feelings and mine are all lonely
And dawn comes, you're there lying with me
And you reach out to touch me
But I am in the twilight
I Love You So ~ The Walters
You're everything I want but I can't deal with all your lovers
You're saying I'm the one, but it's your actions that speak louder
Play Date ~ Melanie Martinez
I don't wanna play no games
I'm tired of always chasin'
Chasin' after you
I Do ~ Susie Suh
I don't know
What am I doing here
There's a shadow in my place
Maybe now everything will be so clear
Test Run ~ Sunday Cruise
I thought it would be best if you left
I thought it would be best if we were just friends
9 ~ WILLOW, SZA
If only I could stay, if only I could pray
If only I could wait, if only you could stay
Up, up in your zone, yes, you're all alone
Yes I'm all alone
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I can’t watch this scene and not imagine Roxas turning back and grabbing Lea’s arm, like, “Axel, babe, we Need To Talk later.”
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LINKED UNIVERSE ZOMBIESS
woooft hey friends, its been a while but LU never left my brain or my heart and i stumbled across a very interesting idea
Zombie Apocalypse AU for Linked Universe.
It could either be modern world or in their world, personally I like the modern world, it offers a lot of interesting tropes.
So minor CW for mention of hospitals, zombies, potential gore, guns and violence, all the stuff that comes with zombie apocalypses, ya know? :P
Hyrule I see being one of the ones closest to the outbreak when it happens, so he's been in survival mode for a while. He's eating anything edible he comes across. Old moldy fruit, dog kibble and water still in toilets are all on his menu. He never stays in any area for long, and often travels through the wilderness from town to town. Extremely skittish, doesn't trust anyone.
Wild woke up in a hospital after being in a coma for a while, and was just completely out of it, barely remembers a thing, and wakes up in a completely empty hospital. Since he basically had no real recovery period, he just goes absolutely feral from day one. Has secret worries he's actually a zombie.
Time works an office job, and has been beaten down with the stresses of modern life for a while now, and as soon as the outbreak happened he left work and headed to his nephews ranch out in Ordon. He feels a bit guilty for relishing in the freedom of it all, how he doesnt have to go to work everyday. Exhausted from trying to keep all these kids alive.
Twilight is out in the middle of nowhere, on his ranch, and wouldn't have even known there was an apocalypse until his uncle came over. Generally completely at peace with the whole thing, with some concern for loved ones, but passive. Until dem blasted zombers went for his goats. Adopts all the stray pets that no longer had homes and takes care of them. Has a full backup generator.
Sky seems like just a silly guy who bumbled his way to safety. Really good at helping the others open up and talk through their issues. When it comes to hand to hand combat though he takes the zombies down easily, and always comes through without a scratch. He's the guy that you'd think would be harmless but is actually a beast. Can tell when danger is coming by reading the signals wild birds give.
Four is an exhausted mechanic, the voice of reason, and is very excited to get to use their skills for more interesting things, ie. hotwiring cars, making bullets, and the creation and repair of other such weapons. Hard to keep track of, has a tendency to disappear and reappear like nothing happened.
Legend is a full on apocalypse prepper. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. His uncle was also a knight/military man, so I think of Legend as a kind of begrudging army brat. He's got the full army bunker with floor to ceiling shelves of medicine, canned food, water bottles, and likely a lot of firearms. Legend strikes me as pretty trigger happy, he's also super paranoid and doesn't really want to share with anyone. Has to be coaxed out of his super secure storm cellar. More scared of losing anyone he tries to protect that anything. Give us more redneck conspiracy theorist comic relief legend.
Warriors is a former military man who lost his squadron in the outbreak and now will do anything to keep his new family alive. He joined military school really young, and it kind of messed him up because it hadn't been what he wanted, so he's really protective of Wind. Always feels insanely bad about killing the zombies, because he still sees them as people.
Wind is a feral child, who said fuck middle school and all this, stole some knives and set off. He's hell bent on finding his sister who ended up at one of the refugee camps. Really good at swiping stuff off other people. Doesn't trust anyone besides War. Helps Legend makes maps of the areas around them, devises neat traps to kill zombies. Surprisingly cold blooded when fighting.
BONUS: They find Ravio after they found themselves in need of supplies and Legend is like, "I know a guy" and takes them to an outpost sort of place where Ravio has a little shop tent set up. Super sleazy, salesman chatting them up for a couple extra caps. Legend is really good at bargaining.
#linked universe#zombie au#sky is a sweetie#and kind of scary#should i write this?#linked universe time#linked universe twilight#linked universe wind#ravio writes <3#linked universe wild#linked universe hyrule#linked universe warriors#linked universe four#linked universe sky#linked universe ravio#zombie apocalypse linked universe#linked universe legend
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Just finished watching Zombies 3 and they have vampires and mermaids in their town. Like somebody call 911 before they make a Disney version of Twilight!
#zombies 3#zombies 3 spoilers#vampires#mermaids#Disney#it’s only a matter of time before they start looking for their new cash cow
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Organization xiii Masterlist
Rating the Seven Hearts of Light 😝
Kiss me Idiot (Strelitzia)💕
Sora Masterlist
Ventus Masterlist
Olette x Nobody!Reader 💕
Twilight Town Trio x Sick!Reader💔
Terra x Aqua’s Brother!Reader Headcanons💕
KH Boys Masterlist
Yandere!Twilight Town Trio x Innocent!Reader🖤💔
Wayfinder Trio x M!Reader Zombie Apocolypse Headcanons 💔
SoRoku x Clueless!Fem!Reader💕
Destiny Trio x M!Child!Reader💕💔
Overprotective!Riku x Fem!Reader💔
Our Forbidden Love (SoRoku)💕💔
Overprotective!Riku x Fem!Reader Part 2💔
SoRoku x Reader Part 1: The First Floor💔
SoRoku x Reader Part 2: The Second Floor💔
Heart Hotel x Chub!Reader💕
Strelitzia x Fem!Reader Soulmate Headcanons💕
KH Girls In A Modern AU
Wayfinder Trio x M!Reader Dark Inferno Headcanons💔
Sleep Tight (Terra)💕
RokuShi x Teen!Reader💕
Ira Imagine💕
Yozora x Fem!Reader 🖤
Destiny Trio x M!Reader Part 2💕💔
Dad!Aced x Keykid!Reader x Dad!Ira💕
Please Be Okay (SoKai)💔
Destiny Trio x M!Reader Part 3💕💔
Cuddle (Riku)💕
Beach Day (Strelitzia)🥵💕
Terra Imagine💔
Terra x M!Reader Headcanons Part 2💕
Compliment (Naminé)💕😏
Compliment Part 2💕
Heart Hotel x Chub!Reader Headcanons💕
Naminé x M!Reader💕
Kingdom High Masterlist
Wayfinder Trio Imagine😝
Wayfinder Trio Imagine Part 2😝
Aqua and Olette x M!Reader😏
Twilight Trio x GN!Reader💔💕
Fake Love (Xehaqus)💔
Friends (Lingering Will)💕💔
Naminé Imagine😏
Terra Imagine💕
Destiny Trio Imagine💔
Naminé Imagine (feat. sea salt trio)😝
Wayfinder Trio Reacting To You In Their Armour💕
Naminé Imagine😏
Larxene and Naminé in Bunny Suits💕😝
Kairi Imagine😏
Destiny Trio Imagine💔
Naminé NSFW Headcanons🥵
Wayfinder Trio Imagine💔💕
Terra and Demyx as dads💕
Kairi NSFW Headcanons🥵
Jealousy (Riku)💕
Riku and Terra NSFW Headcanons🥵
Why (Terranort)💔
A, F, G w/ Kairi🥵
D, P, and S w/ Terra🥵
KH Girls Reacting To You Having A Shield💕
U, V, W, and Y w/ Naminé🥵
KH Girls Tasting Your Potion💕😝
Ephemer NSFW Alphabet🥵
Terra NSFW Alphabet🥵
Ira Imagine💔💕
The Dandelions As Older Siblings💕
Aced Imagine💕
Yandere!Ephemer Imagine🖤
Eraqus Imagine💕
Twilight Trio Imagine💔💕
Twilight Trio Imagine Part 2💔❓
Naminé w/ a Mermaid Headcanons💕
Aqua Masterlist
Riku Imagine💔
Soroku Headcanons💕
Wayfinder Trio Imagine💕
Wayfinder Trio Imagine Part 2💕
Wayfinder Trio Imagine Part 3💕💔
Twilight Trio Imagine💔❓
Twilight Trio Imagine Part 2💔❓
Even and Aeleus Imagine💔❓
Even and Aeleus Imagine Part 2 (feat. Ienzo)💕
Even and Aeleus Imagine Part 3💔
Even and Aeleus Imagine Part 4💔
Even and Aeleus Imagine Part 5💔❓
Ephemer Imagine💔
Ephemer Imagine Part 2💔💕❓
Ephemer Imagine Part 3💔
Aeleus Imagine💕
Experiment (Yozora)🥵
Lauriam as a Single Dad💕
Worry (Riku)💕
Ephemer Imagine💔❓
Ephemer Imagine Part 2😝
Ephemer Imagine Part 3💕
Ephemer Imagine Part 4💕
Ephemer Imagine Part 5💕❓
Ephemer Imagine Part 6💔💕
Ephemer Imagine Part 7💕❓
Brain Imagine💕
Wayfinder Trio Imagine💔💕
Kairi Imagine💔💕
Olette Imagine💕
Aced Comfort Headcanons💕
Yandere!Seifer Imagine🖤
Aced NSFW Headcanons🥵
Yandere!Seifer Imagine Part 2🖤
Yandere!Seifer Imagine Part 3🖤
Yandere!Seifer Imagine Part 4🖤
Midnight Struggle (Kairi feat. Sora)💕
Bad Mission (Terra)💕
Aced w/ a Smol!BF💕
Left Behind (Xehaqus)💔❓
Fun Time (Xehaqus)🥵
Not Real (Xehaqus)💔💕
Surprise (Xehaqus)🥵
Hayner Masterlist
Riku Masterlist
The Lost Princess Mega Masterlist
Aced Twt Links🥵
The Angel (Olette)❓
KH x Danganronpa Part 1❓
KH x Danganronpa Part 2💔
KH x Danganronpa Part 3😝❓
Y!Eraqus x GN!Reader💕
KH x Danganronpa Part 4💔❓
KH x Danganronpa Part 5💔❓
KH x Danganronpa Part 6❓
KH x Danganronpa Part 7💔
Meet Sky
Gula NSFW Headcanons🥵
Yandere!Seifer Headcanons🖤🥵
Rivalry Love (Ava)💕
Olette Imagine💔
Ephemer w/ a Sick S/O💕
Lauriam Imagine💔
Terra Twt Links🥵
Dandelion (Eraqus)💕💔
Dandelion Part 2💕
Brain Twt Links🥵
Newcomer (Strelitzia)💕
Ephemer Twt Links🥵
Yandere!Strelitzia x M!Player🥵
#1 Fan (Yozora)💕
Pestering (Brain)🥵
Dandelion Part 3💕
Yozora Twt Links🥵
Ira Twt Links🥵
The Legend of Hana Masterlist
Naminé Twt Links🥵
Terra Comfort Headcanons💕
Angelic Amber Twt Links🥵
Young Eraqus Twt Links🥵
Tsundere!Riku x Fem!Reader x Yozora💔❓
Kairi Twt Links🥵
AquaLarx x Reader Headcanons💕
Ienzo Masterlist
KH Girls When You’re Related To The Organization 💕
KH Girls W/A Pinocchio Like S/O 💕
#kingdom hearts#kingdomhearts#kingdom hearts imagine#kingdom hearts imagines#kingdom hearts x reader#kingdom hearts x reader imagines#kingdom hearts smut#kingdom hearts series#kingdom hearts headcanons#kingdomhearts x reader#kingdomhearts imagines#kingdomhearts imagine#kingdomhearts smut#kingdomhearts headcanons
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WIP Ask
Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIPS folder, let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and you respond and blurb about it!
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Stranger Things Hawkins Horrors Review
If you haven’t yet, be sure to check out my other Stranger Things Reviews. Like, Reblog, and let me know what your thoughts are regarding the show or the upcoming season! :)
Stranger Things Comics/Graphic Novels:
Stranger Things Six
Stranger Things Halloween Special
Stranger Things The Other Side
Stranger Things Zombie Boys
Stranger Things The Bully
Stranger Things Winter Special
Stranger Things Tomb of Ybwen
Stranger Things Into The Fire
Stranger Things Science Camp
Stranger Things “The Game Master” and “Erica’s Quest”
Stranger Things and Dungeons and Dragons
Stranger Things Kamchatka
Stranger Things Erica The Great
Stranger Things “Creature Feature” and “Summer Special”
Stranger Things Tie-In Books:
Stranger Things Suspicious Minds
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 1 of 3)
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 2 of 3)
Stranger Things Runaway Max (Part 3 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 1 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 2 of 3)
Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (Part 3 of 3)
Stranger Things Rebel Robin Book and Podcast (Part 1 of 2)
Stranger Things Rebel Robin Book and Podcast (Part 2 of 2)
Synopsis: Set between seasons 3 and 4, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Erica, Nancy, Robin, and Steve are all trapped inside in the Video Rental Store after the power goes out on a dark and stormy night. With nothing better to do to pass the time, they begin telling each other scary stories and urban legends surrounding Hawkins......
Observations:
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!! 🎃☠️👻🍫
This'll be a shorter review than usual since this was a fast read, but man this book was a lot of fun! The premise itself (i.e. certain main characters from the show trapped in the same location interacting with one another) is worthy of an entire episode from the show, and it's disappointing that Netflix and the Duffer Brothers never thought to film a stand-alone Halloween or Christmas or Holiday Episode (similar to what BBC Sherlock did). Even if it didn't tie into the mythology of the show, just seeing certain characters converse with one another when they barely do on the show would have been something I (and plenty of other fans) would have sat through.
The premise of this book is similar to the short Halloween Special comic I reviewed several months ago (you can find the link to it above), except that was set before season 1 and only featured one scary story told by Will to his friends. By contrast, this book takes place in-between seasons 3 and 4 after Steve and Robin get the job at the Video Rental Store, the Byers Family and El have moved to Lenora (meaning they aren't in this book), and each of the characters here get to tell their creepy tales.
The structure for Hawkins Horrors is similar to horror anthology series like The Twilight Zone, Creepshow, and Tales from the Crypt. It also reminded me a little of the Goosebumps series R.L. Stine wrote in the 90s. The big difference is while Goosebumps was tailored towards kids and had elements of comedy to balance out the horror, the stories told by the characters in Hawkins Horrors get pretty dark and gruesome, and some of them even end on chilling notes. This is not a feel-good book.
Each of the stories are urban legends surrounding Hawkins that the characters either insist are true (even though it's implied they aren't), or at the very least have some details tweaked. What's neat is, if you pay close attention, some of the urban legends told are similar to other famous horror stories, and arguably paying homage to them. Robin and Steve's story about the monster under Lover's Lake is the premise of Stephen King's "The Raft." Erica's story is similar to the plot of Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window (right down to the protagonist in a wheelchair seeing something he shouldn't have) except the climax takes a horrifying turn and the ending is ambiguous about the protagonist's survival. Mike's story comes off as a combination of Child's Play and The Twilight Zone episode "Living Doll." Matthew J. Gilbert wrote this book, and it's pretty clear he's a major horror fan. I wouldn't be surprised if he took inspiration for some of these anthology stories from other famous ones, and brought the Stranger Things charm to them.
On top of that, the book acts as clever foreshadowing for certain events in relation to certain characters in season 4. Nancy's horror story takes place at Pennhurst Asylum, where she will later go with Robin to learn about Victor Creel and what happened to his family. Steve's story about the monster under Lover's Lake hints at how he'll eventually gets dragged through the lake into the Upside Down:
Dustin's story is centered around D&D, and even references the Hellfire Club and Eddie (though Eddie is just referred to as "The Dungeon Master" at this point). Even Erica's story, about the only sane person who tries to warn others about how dangerous someone else is, has parallels to her being the only one at the town hall meeting in season 4 who stands up to Jason and calls bullshit on his attempts to paint the Hellfire Club as a Satanic cult.........only to get dismissed when most of the adults in the room agree with Jason and turn into a lynch mob as a result.
Hawkins Horrors was released on May 3, 2022, a few weeks before the first volume of Season 4 was dropped. I would not be surprised if Netflix and the Duffer Brothers told Matthew J. Gilbert plot elements from season 4, and gave him permission to subtly reference (but not completely spoil) said plot points. Even though I saw the show before I read this book, I still enjoyed the foreshadowing. Well played! :)
The stories were entertaining, but I was more invested in the interactions between the characters. Two of my favorite moments are at the beginning of the book, and towards the end when Mike starts telling his tale. The first is this interaction when everyone shows up minutes before the Video Rental Store closes, much to the annoyance of Steve:
Then there's this fun bit where Mike trolls everyone while the storm is raging and the power is out 😂:
It's also pretty amusing when one character tries to tell their story, and the others either question if it actually happened, starts poking holes in it (much to the irritation of the character telling their story), or even calling out when, from their perspective, the tale has a lousy ending:
It's interactions like this that make the book enjoyable. I'm glad we get to have most of the characters hanging out as friends without there being a crisis from the Upside Down that they have to deal with.
Overall, this was an entertaining read, and a fast-paced book. High recommendations to check it out when you can!
And once again, Happy Halloween everyone!
#stranger things#halloween#stranger things hawkins horrors#hawkins horrors#mike wheeler#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#max mayfield#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#steve harrington#tgh opinions#tgh reviews#matthew j gilbert
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