mysticaldreamwitch

[mysticaldreamwitch]

Its in the Blood

This was suppose to be a fanfic, but as I am currently in no headspace to write it, any of you creative people out there can feel very welcome to make this idea your own!

Please me sure to tag me tho, I'd love to read where you take this concept!

Also TRIGGERWARNING for child murder, cannibalism, incest and murder

The Line of Atreus is really fecked up guys x.x

This is about the movie Remainder from 2015, starring our beloved Tom Sturridge in the main role as a nameless man, who looses his memory after a crash and desperately tries to reclaim it, using everything, anything and anyone at his disposal to do his bidding.

He starts off somewhat sympathetic, but in his ongoing mania, he rids himself of any moral or human notion, turning into a merciless killer in the end to get what he wants, and only realizing in a final moment of clarity, that he has been running in cirlces, and that he had just repeated everything up to the moment to which the crash occurred, making him loose him memory all again, indicating that this is an endless cycle, which the character has gone through before many times.

When I first saw it, I admit, I was quite baffled and perplexed by it all and I couldn't really make sense of it. I appreciated the movie for the craft, the camera, the lighting, the acting, everything was great, but the story left me feeling hollow in a way, filled with dread.

Perhaps other people like movies like this, the kind that depict a downwards spiral, and usually I watch it once, and thats it, but this one lingered in my mind, as it did something similar, but just different enough: The downwards spiral NEVER ends. He will always loose his memory, try to reclaim it, turn into a horrible void doing it, just to be struck down and start from zero again. It has no beginning, no end, no meaning, besides the mental and physical suffering of this person and everyone around him. And that, for a lack of a better word, fucked me up. I do NOT like that, cause it just made me feel so helpless. Nothing is explain, nothing is clear, you just watch this human suffer, knowning the end of it will never come.

So it kind of got me thinking if there could be a reason for this, some kind of explanation. And I think there is perhaps an interesting viewpoint one could turn this into.

Maybe its not that interesting, idk, it is to me

Consider, the main character as a descent of House Atreus.

For explaination, the bloodline of Atreus, as well as his brothers, were cursed, first by the actions of the grandfather Tantalus, who served his son Pelops to the olympian gods for food, to test their omniscience. This action got him sent to Tartarus, a part of the underworld, where he is damed to stay in water he can never drink, under a tree with rich fruit he can never reach.

His temper was passed down to his son, who, after being reassembled by the gods as good as they were able to (this will be relevant later), went on to live a normal life. However when the time came to marry, he was not the only suitor for the hand of a princess, so he convinced a servant by the name of Myrtilus to saboage his rivals chariot, which drove the man into death. However, instead of rewarding him, Pelops pushed the servant down a cliff, so his secret may die with him. In his dying fall, the servant uttered a curse on Pelops and his entire lineage, that the gods shall punish them all.

Pelops went on to have three sons: Chrysippus, Thyestes and Atreus. The ladder killed they half-brother Chrysippus in order to get the throne, but soon grew unsatisfied, resulting in another fight, which lead to Thyestes taking the throne, an act which was later resolved through devine help, as the gods helped Atreus claim the thone.

However, Atreus soon learned that his wife and brother had an affair, an affront that enraged him so much, that he invited his brother for a feast, only later to reveal the meal servend was made of his brothers own children. His brother was exiled for the crime of cannibalism and sought revenge, looking for the help of an oracle, which told him to have a child with his own daughter, which would later kill Atreus.

He did as the oracle told him, but the mother abandoned the child, ashamed of its origin, and it was discovered by shepherds and brought to Atreus palace, where the boy was raised, only later to kill his grandfather/father, after Thyestes revealed the plot to his own brother.

However, at this point, Atreus already had children of his own, the most important being Menelaus and Argamemnon. You know...the guys that went to war with Troy over Helen of Sparta, Menelauses wife. They went out to kill Thyestes to get back their kingdom and succeeded in their goal.

Coming back to the beginning of the Trojan however Argamemnon had angered Artemis goddess of the hunt by killing one of the sacred deer and boasting about being a better hunter then her, something she didn't take to too kindly, as he made the wind still and the ships unable to sail. A sacrifice had to be made: Iphigenia, his first born daughter.

But of course Iphigenia also had a mother, Clytemnestra, twin sister to Helen. Enraged by the sacrafice of her daughter, she started an affair with Aegisthus (the incest baby of Thyestes and his daughter) and started to plot her husbands murder, which she executed in the night her husband returned from the war. She let him into a bath, where she stabbed him to his death.

However, of course, Clytemnestra and Argamemnon had more then one child, however only one son Orestes, who had taken away by his sister Electra (or was exciled, depending on the version), and raised by/with her, swearing revenge on the murder of his father.

Him and his sister planned the murder, and Orestes executed it, being cursed by his mother in turn to be haunted by the Erinyes, the Three Furies. After wandering the land with guilt in his heart for many years, the gods decided, that enough penance had been done and freed the man from the curse.

How as he have established, technically the curse should be cured, right? Well yes...and no. You see apart from the fact that most of the people mentioned before had siblings, male and female where barely their names are known, one significant person in this whole plot was not punished at all: Elektra.

Althought their is speculation, for the most part her whereabouts after the murder and during the brothers penance is unknown, and what happened to her finally is quite unclear. So let you propose this idea to you: The main character in Remainder as a descent of Electras bloodline.

This may seem like a strech, but considering how many children went barely or completely unnamed, especially if they were female (yey to that old greece, good job), there is a high chance, many descents were never cleared of the House of Atreus curse like Orestes was. Therefore, the curse is still active or simply lies dormant.

Perhaps one could entertain the idea, that it is spread throughout their children like Haemophilia, which is found primarily in men, due to the genetic defect laying in the X-Chromosome. It happens in women as well, but only rarely, when the other X has a malfunction in some capacity.

This is also the reason why I chose "In the Blood" as the title of this idea. Apart from it being an absolute banger song from the Hades videogame, I think it could be an interesting piece here as well considering its context of family and kin.

I linked it, give it a listen if you can, its amazing!

So the characters spiral and violent tendencies could be attributed to that curse, okay, but how did he end up in this repeating nightmare you ask?

Simple: He's in hell. Well Tatarus. Actually both. Lemme explain.

As mythology got convoluted over time, so could the underworld be one giant realm which consists of many parts, including the Greek Underworld, as well the the concept known as hell in Christianity. And as seen in the show Lucifer, it is not uncommon to imagine hell to be a place where people relive their worst parts of life.

But the people in Lucifer are aware they are in hell, thats the whole point of it , you'd say, and yes, that is correct. However, what if this is not for his own mind to realize, apart from that small moment right before it all starts again, but for someone else to watch, to be amused by it. Someone that habours a resentment towards him, or maybe his entire line?

Far strech I know, but bare with me. A never-ending punishment made of agony, dispair and the very short realisation that it is indeed a punshiment, that sounds quite like Tantalus himself I think. Totured in Tartarus for all eternity for what he did.

Oh, also, to come back to the Pelops thing, ha, don't think I forgot! I mentioned before that the gods tried to put Pelops together as much as possible, because, while all the other gods immediately knew they were tricked, the goddess Demeter, still grieving the loss of the daughter Persephone, ate part of Pelops shoulder, which was deplaced by an ovory shoulder crafted by Hephaistos. So all of Pelops decendence have a white spot on the back of their shoulder. A nice little detail, you might wanna include if you like.

So yeah thats it, that was my rant about this idea, aka me trying to comprehend this movie, cause my little brain can't accept that there is suffering like this for no apparent reason.

I'd like to know y'alls views on it and feel free to use the idea in your own writing if I feel like it, see you around!

witch x.

#remainder #remainder 2015 #tom sturridge #tom sturridge character #movie idea #fanfic idea #greek myth inspo #house of atreus #honestly what is this movie it hurt me physically

[mysticaldreamwitch]

After a lot of work (i am feeling like shit, so this took forever) I finished the info sheet for my sandmanverse OC Senka.

None of the info is final, I will probably update it from time to time, but the basics are set :)

Feel free to take a look at her 💜

Please not that I have only seen the show and are not deep within the comic material, so most of this is speculation.

#sandmanverse oc #own character #sandmanverse #character sheet

[mysticaldreamwitch]

God of the Dead

This is a OC x Dream ship and therefore NOT canon by any means, I just enjoy them, please don't feel offended.

Characters: Dream of the Endless; Senka (OC)

Pairing: Senpheus (Dream x Senka)

Warnings: swearing

Featured music: God of the Dead by Darren Korb

She gladly accepted the proposal to play some more, eager now to show him why she enjoyed this game so much. She was not the best at it, taking some hits where she didn't need to take them, when she couldn't dodge aside, because she already used the dashes given to her to make some more powerful hits. Senka found the whole thing a little embarrassing, especially in front of Morpheus, but he didn't really seem to mind. To be fair, he had no idea what and if she was even doing something wrong, considering he barely had a grasp on what videogames were in general.

The whole mood in the room changed however, when she ran into Charon again, the shopkeeper. "Alright…guess it's time." Senka stated and placed the controller aside, wiping her hands on the blanket to get rid of the slight sweatiness. "Time for what?" The Lord of Dreams got curious beside her, noticing how she usually wiped her hands before something major happened in any kind of game. A nervous gesture, as far as he could tell. "Time to beat the asshole into a pile of…undying dust. Cause he keeps coming back, and I take that personally." The night howler didn't even look over to him, yet he could see a glint in her eyes marked with determination and just a slight bit of hatred, when she entered another room.

The room turned out to be an arena, and in the middle stood two figures, one of them addressing the main character immediately, and Morpheus just needed to see the smug grin on the sprite of the character and hear his voice for longer then a second to understand why Senka had reverted to calling this guy an asshole immediately.

"You hellspawn shall not traverse this gate behind me, whilst my compatriot and I equivalently live and breathe!"

"He sounds like he…is quite the character-" - "He's a bitch baby asshole." Senka was very quick to interrupt his train of thought, while she went ham on the bullman next to the aforementioned asshole. "When you get him down to half-health he calls upon an olympian to help him, little bitch that he is." Dream frowned softly. "But so do you." She looked over for a moment, giving him a judging glance. "Yeah, but that's not the point! The point is that Theseus was an asshole and an awful person in life, he has not changed a little in death and I want to beat in his smug, little athenian face and yell at him." He watched her, while her voice started to get louder, getting really worked up over this guy she didn't even know. "And I really wish he wouldn't be such a wussy and hide behind his shield all the time so I could actually smack his face, but no, I'm required to beat his ass. Which I'm not too mad about- blood and darkness!" She shouted out when the bullman hit her. "Asterius, please, I'm just trying to beat up Theseus, if you could just die…there we go!" The bull vanished into dust beside her, and she quickly dashed away. "Now it's just me and you, trash king…and I will make you regret it!" She yelled at the TV, moving onto the edge of the couch, the blanket slipping off her shoulders. Dream watched her with something that could be defined as increasing concern. He had never seen her getting this worked up about something as trivial as a videogame, though it wouldn't be terribly out of character for her. Instead of commenting on it however, he proceeded to run his thumb over the side of her hip. His touch had an immediate effect on her, her back relaxing a bit, and her hands loosening their tight grip on the controller. Morpheus smiled lightly, continuing the gentle caress, watching her relax herself bit by bit, however she did not give into it fully, until the Athenian king crumbled into dust behind her after having called on some help from Aphrodite. She collected her reward, before walking up to the side of the stadium, where, between all the blue shades, a red one was floating, a small banner of Zagreus in front of him.

"I dedicate this victory to you, good shade!"

She then ran off back towards the door. "You always say hello to the good shade." She told her lord, when she found herself in a chamber filled with cogs, the quite sound of turning machinery echoing through the room.

Placing the controller aside, she moved back onto the couch again, adjusting the blanket around herself, this time accounting for him as well, wrapping one end around his shoulder. With a soft smile the dreamlord allowed for it, taking it a step further even, in gently ushering her to move onto his lap. "I'll keep you warm better than this." He noted, while he pulled the blanket around them loosely, causing her to chuckle in response.

She enjoyed when he held her close like this, his arms loosely around her waist, his hand spread across her hip, while his thumb drew circles onto her skin through her shirt. It was the most comfortable way to sit with him. Though she could be biased, and she probably was too.

She went through another chamber, collecting some upgrades, before venturing on through yet another room filled with cogs and chains, before winding up in a long pathway. Running along, he saw a door on the other end, surely the exit, however it was blocked off by a big scarlet hound with three heads. "Is this Cerberus?" Dream asked, chuckling amused. "Yes! And he is bestest pup. To get out of here, we gotta collect some food for him. I just wanted to say hi." She smiled, before running back towards another pathway to the side, leading to five smaller doors. "So, we gotta go through these until we find his food. Usually you're  lucky after two or three, and I usually do the easy ones, unless the hard ones have something I really want, like a god I could have a duo-boon with. So, we gonna go…here." She opened a chamber marked with a heart and got straight to the smashing and thrashing of the place and its inhabitants. The place was rather small, which made her method effective, only in the big endroom she struggled a bit, losing a third of her health. Not having found what she was looking for, she let out a light curse under her breath, taking the gateway back to the beginning, from which she took another gate, hoping it would take her to victory. This went on for another two gates and she was very low on health when she finally came to a quiet chamber, where she picked up her reward and a sack. "Finally…that took forever." She remarked, then gave a light sigh, when she made her way back after refreshing her health. "I'm glad tho, I was not prepared for any of the minibosses…" Back in the initial chamber she ran off to the side, a little erray of boons and other power-ups displayed there, able to be bought for coin. She had a decent amount of money, so she went straight into buying the power-ups she could afford. "Okaaay, I am ready. I've  never been so ready in my life, you don't  believe how ready I am!" She exclaimed, as she ran up to the dog and paid him off with the snacks she had gotten from the sideway paths, then walked off towards the big door, opening it.

The screen turned blindingly white for a moment, then a winterly landscape appeared in front of them, the character  leaving footprints in the snow with his flaming feet. Slowly  approaching further into the clearing, a figure revealed itself, standing on the edge of a pond or river of some kind.

"You bypassed Cerberus again, I see. Unfortunately for the both of us."

The voice boomed through the room, deep and rich, as the one who receives many guests shrugged off his cloak, and a fight ensued between the two figures, which had Senka tense up on Dreams lap. This was it, the final bossfight for this run and she fought very hard against her own overconfidence. She had done this many times before and knew she would be her own downfall if she didn't stay on top of her game and carefully choose her moves. She rocked an unga-bunga me smash build, but that didn't mean she was invincible.

Much to her own dismay, today didn't seem to be her day, and she cursed just a few seconds later, as she was hit by an attack which she could have avoided by simply measuring her dashes more consequently. Morpheus set there, watching her, unable to hide his amusement about the seriousness of the moment. He had never quite understood her dedication towards activities like this, though he knew from her that many people pursued these in their free time and that she was by far not the most dedicated of this community, actually calling herself an amateur more than anything. If she really was, he couldn't quite say, stemming from the fact that he lacked any kind of experience in this field he could judge from.

He could tell however, that things were not going as she wanted them to by the amount of swearing she made use of and the slight red tint around the edges of the screen, which indicated a low health meter for the character. According to her it was a kind of imagery used fairly often by games, to show the player they were low on health without having to check the health display itself, assuming there even was one. It was fascinating what humans were able to come up with, when faced with creative ways to show certain things. He didn't know a lot about the 'language of videogames' as Senka always called it, but he was as willing to learn, as she was eager to teach.

Noticing the dwindling health of her opponent, he thought he would find her relaxing, but instead she set up straighter, like she prepared for something else, as suddenly the Ruler of Many went down onto his knees. "You did it, little nightmare." Morpheus chuckled proudly, only earning a soft scoff from the nightmare currently occupying his lap. "I wish." Just in this moment, the health of her enemy shot back up to full. "Welcome to phase two." She said, but her face now featured a wide smile. "The better one of the phases if you ask me." She turned her attention fully towards the screen, full concentration on the fight. "Now father, we'll see who prevails!"

Will I ever stop talking about Hades, as in like the game Hades? No. No probably not.

Tags: @queenshelby @tsintotwo

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

From Olympus

This is a OC x Dream ship and therefore NOT canon by any means, I just enjoy them, please don't feel offended. Characters: Dream of the Endless; Senka (OC) Pairing: Senpheus (Dream x Senka) Warnings: none Featured music: From Olympus by Darren Korb

The day was dark and rainy outside, and instead of going into the damp darkness of the day, Senka had decided she would take the easy way out instead. Cuddled up on her couch, fuzzy socks on her feet, a blanket around her shoulders, holding a controller in her fingers. Getting this flat warm was a nightmare, but eh, the rent was cheap. And who was she to complain about getting her feet a little cold. She'd gone through much worse.

On the screen across from her, a young man dashed through a couple of ghosts, beating them up with bare hands, slashing between them as if he was a vigorous lion. This is how she loved to play this game. Just unga-bunga and hope for good boons. She knew that there was more to it, that people had builds for this kinda stuff and some could delete bosses in the matter of seconds. But that was not her thing, not really. But she wanted to get through the story, including side stories. And she wanted to make some progress on those. But, to her surprise, much like always it happened, she wasn't alone for long.

"What are you playing, my little nightmare?" A voice came from the kitchen, making her flinch, almost dropping her controller, before sighing out, immediately recognising the tone. "Blood and Darkness, Morpheus, why!?" She paused the game, and turned her head, pale eyes set onto the King of Dreams, the corner of his mouth forming a little smirk. He found it amusing to startle her. "Can't you, like, at least knock? I almost had a heartattack!" The nightmare complained, as Dream made his way over to sit beside her on the couch, eyes curiously assessing the pause screen shown to him. "Almost is not quite, my dear." He noted, the smirk becoming more and more obvious, while he watched her scoot a little closer to him. His arm found its way around her waist with easy, even through the blanket, while his lips pressed a light kiss against the side of her head. Senka closed her eyes, enjoying and soaking up the attention of the Dreamlord, her head leaning up against his shoulder with practiced ease. He wasn't particularly warm, especially compared to her underneath the blanket and sweater, but that could be changed. And it should be too.

"I didn't mean to distract you, little nightmare." Dream noted after a moment of silence between them, quietly speaking close to her ear. "You may continue your game." - "You sure?" The pale woman turned, looking at him a little uncertain. "You just came here, you don't wanna just sit here and watch me play video games, do you?" A soft scuff escaped the dreamlords mouth as he had to smile, raising his head, to press a gentle kiss into the unruly silver hair of his companion. "I would gladly watch you do anything, little nightmare…even playing video games."

Senka pressed her lips together, then made a light "hmm" sound, showing she understood, before turning her head back, facing the tv once more, and leaving the pause screen. Morpheus felt how she tensed up beside him, her hands doing quick work on the controller, while the clicking of buttons and the energetic music filled the room. His eyes followed her moves closely as she cleared the area, collecting something akin to a dark purple crystal, before being faced with two more doorways, of which she chose the left.

"You still haven't told me what this game is." He remarked after another chamber, and another collected reward. "Oh yeah right, sorry. It's called Hades. A friend recommended it to me. It's a rougelite, but it's surprisingly less frustrating then I thought it would be." She explained to him, smashing an enemy into a wall, causing it to dissipate into smoke. The Lord of Dreams blinked slowly, trying to absorb the information given to him. Most of it he had a faint idea of, but by god, what was a 'rougelite'? Obviously noticing his confusion, Senka quickly elaborated on what she had said previously. "It's a game where you do runs, so you play through the game, you die and then you start all over again. For example, in this game, you're Zagreus, the son of Hades, trying to break out of the underworld to seek out your mother Persephone. You know the story?" Her voice became rather excited when she talked about it, and something in Dream didn't want to admit to it, yet he had promised to be honest to her at all times. And they didn't call him the Prince of Stories for nothing.

"Yes, I do know the story. But I am sure they have found some way to tell it differently from how I know it." He was very aware of the many variations myths like this could take and, quite frankly, always have taken. To see them reworked and re-imagined was quite a recent, yet welcome development in Morpheus eyes. His heart stung a little however when he noticed a light disappointment cross the face of his night howler, as she nodded. "Yeah, figured you know it. You know everything." She noted, her eyes back on the screen, when she walked through another door, finding herself in a glade. A cloud-like river dwelled around the pathway and stairs, on the top of which a man set on the ground, whom she talked to.

***

"Is something wrong, there, sir? I mean shouldn't you be up and about, competing for eternal pride and glory and all that?"

"What's the use? Let's say we fought, if anybody asks. Now, go. I've no quarrel with you, besides. I'll just remain here, comfortably at rest, for some untold millennia, I guess. Have a nice... whatever time it is."

***

"Patroclus…" Morpheus noted the name, reading it out loud quietly, eagering a nod from his friend. "Yeah, he's Achilles' boyfriend and I'm trying to get them back together, but I'm stuck. You have to wait for like a certain dialogue option to appear in order to get prompted to talk to someone else, and all that jazz. I have them both maxed out on nectar too, so it's just a waiting game at this point." She informed him with a deep sigh, as she went onto the next chamber. "This game has so much dialogue, it can take a while…like its inside. The game has like six dialogue options at all times basically, and it usually picks one who haven't had before. I heard people say, they played this game hundreds of hours and they never had a single line repeated, at least not as far as they could recall. And then there's situation specific dialogue too, like depending on how you stand with people…it's super cool. Also the dialogue is funny as fuck."

Her enthusiasm made Morpheus smile wider than he would like to admit. It was so sweet to see her genuinely excited about something. "You really like this game, I can tell." He chuckled, and pressed another kiss against the side of her head, making her giggle in return. Happiness bubbled in her stomach and she couldn't help to grin at him. "Oh this game is a nightmare tho. Everyone is hot and I want to fuck them all. All some of them not all, cause Zeus sucks, Poseidon is cool surfer uncle, Hades is 'father'- " The used the word in a very specific tone he could interpret as an impression of the main character. " - Athena is distant aunt, Dionysus fucks, I love them, Artemis is bestest girl, Ares turns you into death bayblades, I love him to, Hermes is a small subby boy, who I want to top, Aphrodite is just as bad as always, Demeter is grandma…and don't get me started on all the chthonic gods. Like…okay, hold up, let me- ah no, wait-" She paused the game once more, then pulled away, stretching as far as she could to reach her phone on the other side of the couch, where it had been charging. "I can show you a picture." She said, while she unlocked it, opening a search engine and typing in a name.

Pushing herself back as she did so, Morpheus helped by pulling her up, curiously looking down onto the phone screen when she showed him the picture of a pale woman, with golden eyes, a flowy purple dress, and dark hair, which sprawled out behind her, small stars in the vastness of the dark locks. "This is Nyx, Mother Night. She's kinda Zagreus mom too, she raised him." Senka turned her head, curiously taking in Morpheus' reaction to the picture. He had once mentioned that his parents were night and time, so showing him this picture of the personification of night, she hoped to get some kind of reaction out of him. "Does your mom look like that too?" She then asked, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer. For a moment she thought she had offended him somehow, then he laughed softly and smiled. "No, they don't. But…I imagine if they were a person, this could come close." He mused, finding the idea of it quite ridiculous, yet he could see his friends' point. The pale skin, the dark hair, the starryness in their appearance; all aspects he shared. While the golden eyes were certainly a very prominent feature in his sibling Desire.

Having amused him was quite a good sign for Senka, who relaxed, happy that she didn't offend him with the question. "Well, yeah, there's her, her sons, Hypnos and Thanatos. Who you can date. Well Thanatos, not Hypnos. Yeah, you can date in this game too, you can also decorate the house of Hades…you can do a lot of stupid stuff in this game." She tossed the phone aside, about to pick up the controller once more, then quickly turned, snatching the phone again. "Hold up, I have to show you my wife!" Morpheus rose his eyebrows at her words, his cheeks starting to strain a little from his suppressed smiles. "Your wife?" - "Well my game wife. There." Pale hands handed him the phone, on which a lady was on full display, holding a whip in one hand, the other by her side, a judging look in her eyes as she looked towards the viewer. Her skin was blueish in tone, with dark blue hair to match. She had a golden armor around her shoulders, as well as several other golden accessories on her ears and worn as jewelry, while on the back a single bat-wing had sprouted. "Her names Meg, Megaera, First of the Furies, and I wived her. As in I dated her. And now we're hooking up. Well, her and Zagreus, not her and I, but I would. Even with the whip." Morpheus took his time to look at the picture, feeling a little jealous just for the hint of a second, before reminding himself that it was all in good faith. And therefore, he could make fun of it. "Looks like I have to step up my game then, so I won't lose my little nightmare to the First of the Furies." He joked, his hand softly tightening around her waist, as he pulled her closer, his eyes fixed onto her face while she looked up to him, a small grin on her lips. "Maybe you should, lord of Dreams." She replied in a teasing tone, which he gladly took as an invitation to lean down and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle manner. It was what he had come here for in the first place, but he wasn't mad about the delayed display of his affection. Seeing her enjoy this game and get all giddy and excited about it was much worth the wait.

It was a long, quiet moment in which they shared their kiss, warm breaths intermingling with one another, as they breathed each other in, mouths slowly moving against one anothers. The gentle noise of their small, careful kisses seemed insignificant in comparison with the room, but that was how they liked their kisses. It was just about feeling each other and assuring, that they were there and real. Morpheus' fingers softly dug into the side of his night howlers shirt, who, in turn, moved her hand onto his leg, stroking along his thigh. A quiet sigh left his mouth at her touch, the tone getting swallowed by her lips, which lazily opened after a moment, yet he didn't have any intention to suddenly pick up the pace. A warm sleepiness seemed to surround the both of them as they continued, enjoying the comfort of shared intimacy.

It was the Dreamlord who eventually pulled away. "Come on…I want to see what else you can show me in this game. You've peaked my interest…" he whispered against her skin, his nose gently bumping hers.

There we go, let me know if you guys liked it 😅

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

Hickeys

This is a OC x Dream ship and therefore NOT canon by any means, I just enjoy them, please don't feel offended.

Senka: sits down in breakfast table Morning.

Hob: Morning

Senka: sippin coffee, gets hair in her mouth, ties back hair to avoid it, revealing a bunch of hickeys on her neck

Hob: modem noise; thinking Did...something happen last night?

Senka: Yeah, I had a run in with a bloke.

Hob: You- are you alright!?

Senka: Oh, I'm fine, you should have seen the other guy

over in the dreaming

Dream: walking through the library, with half of his neck in different shades of green and blue, cause of all the hickeys

Lucienne: raises eyebrow

Dream: I lost a fight.

Lucienne: Aha.

Dream: ...I don't wanna talk about it.

Context: Senka doesn't miss hell, but misses sparring with her siblings. So Dream, the gentleman he is, offers to sparr with her instead. However, to make it more fun, he proposes the added bonus of leaving hickeys on her neck whenever he gets her pinned down. Little did he know, he would be the one ending up underneath her more often then he bargined for.

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

A conversation with Desire

Okay, so um, I had an idea for a sandman blurb...dabble? I have no idea what this is called...anyway, enjoy this unrevied-out of character-unbetaread mess!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Characters: Dream of the Endless; Desire of the Endless; reader (she/her)

Ships: Dream x Reader (implied)

Wordcount: 1151

Summary: Desire showed up on Dreams front door, bringing along their siblings, and they agreed (without asking Dream of course) to have a party at Dream's place. Dream left the party as soon as he could, along with the reader who hides with him in the library. They fall asleep however, and, in their dream, witness Desire giving Dream a piece of mind about...certain things.

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The library cast in a dim light, she was fast asleep, except not really. It was strange, but in Morpheus castle, her dreams took on a more lucid form then before. She felt like a ghost, wandering the ways between the tall shelves, even compelled to jump off the railing, where she floated in mid air, instead of falling indefinitely. But her phantomness was not the only thing drawing her attention.

"There you are, brother. I have been looking for you all over~" The calm, smiling voice of Desire echoed through the books, not too far off. "You know I don't appreciate these gatherings. Especially not like this." Dream replied, his voice somewhat sour. "Why have you even come here? To humiliate me in front of my subjects?" Desire just chuckled, as they set down gracefully. "Why, brother, I would never attempt such a thing~ I just thought after last time...we should have a moment to...make up~" - "To make up?" Dream spat out the words with obviously ill intent. "There is no making up, my sibling. I will not forgive for what you have done to me. Almost risking an entire universe for your selfishness, is not a thing simply forgiven and forgotten." Desire sighed deeply, turning away, one hand carefully running through their styled up hair. "Oh brother...you will never understand, will you?" They then asked, looking up onto a shelf, away from the Lord of Dreams, who glanced at them out of the corner of his eye.

"This is not about the universe...or a vortex, or even me, for that matter. This is about you. You and your stubbornness. You and your inability to comprehend others. It would be...almost funny, if it wasn't so tragic: The lord of all of peoples dreams and stories...and he simply doesn't understand why his dreamers dream their dreams." Morpheus moved, suddenly, quick as a cat, grabbing Desires wrist, as they were gesturing their hand as they spoke, a cocktail glass securely in their fingers. "Watch your mouth, dear sibling." He hissed, his eyes dark and staring down the other Endless, who didn't give into the threat. "Don't dare threaten me, dear brother. I am simply stating the obvious~ In fact..." They turned towards him again. "Let me elaborate on the statement...You don't even understand yourself at times. You doubt yourself. Your ability to rule. To create. To connect. You're so scared of it, you don't even try. You kept yourself in a prison for over a hundred years, because of it."

Morpheus blinked slowly, his grip on his siblings wrist wavering strengh for a moment, which make Desire grin in a fiendish demeanour, knowing they had gotten to him. "I am simply trying to help, brother dear. And I thought a social gathering would bring about a perfect opportunity...besides..." The slowly pulled away their hand from the Dreamlords loosing grip. "...I didn't even have to do anything much...I just had to find the right person." Morpheus mouth turned thin, as he realized the attempt his sibling was making. "If this is about the girl..." - "Of course it is about the girl. I am not blind, Dream." Desires voice shifted into a strangely serious tone upon the subject. "The way she stalks around in your shadows, the uncertainty of which she greets you with...its all over her. Nothing of it was my doing, I simply observed. And you know me: a persons uttermost desires are MY domain." A small smile slid across the Endless' face. "But if you want me to spell it out for you, brother: She desires you. In the most obvious way such a desire may go." They then turned away, allowing Morpheus a moment to come to terms with the information.

Desire spend the pause, taking a soft sip from their glass, looking smug and pleased with themselves, yet not overwhelmingly so as they usually were. "I almost feel a little sorry for her." They then sighed, golden eyes on the swirling liquid of their glass. "Falling for such a being like you...knowing you probably will never even notice...that must tug on her heart heavier then anything else." The gave Morpheus a sideeye. "Or...don't they know you yet? Know you fully?" The Dreamlord stiffened ever so slightly, which prompted a smile to tug on Desires mouth. "Oh I see...you're scared, aren't you~? That they will get you know you and don't like what they see~ That their desire will get the better of them, revealing your true nature-" - "Shut up!" Dreams voice boomed loudly in the silence, following by a quiet chuckle leaving Desires lips. "Dear brother...let me tell you a...thought. One thought only."

Desire turned, once more fully facing their brother, however, their voice had lost its edge, almost turning into a warm smile, as they continued. "What if their desire is just the first step in a long process? The kickstart for something...longer and more profound. Even after they dive deeper into you and the parts of you, you yourself do not enjoy. What if they decide to stay nonetheless? You will never find out if you dismiss them and push them away, simply because a desire started all of it..." Their golden eyes were fixed on their sibling as they spoke, watching Dreams reaction to their statement with close examination. The lord of Dreams had his head lowered, his eyes on his fingers as he stared down onto his pale palms, long fingers intertwined with one another, his jaw clenching and unclenching in thought, his eyes hidden behind a veil of dark, messy hair. The ever-broody Dream of the Endless. And yet...

"Perhaps...perhaps you have a point..." His voice was noticeably quieter, and the words hung heavily in the air. He hated to admit to the fact that Desire was, in fact, quite right to make such an assumption. Something that pleased them more then anything else. "You see, brother dear, sometimes you need to open yourself up to new possibilities. Even if you cannot predict the outcome." They had set up, dropping their lascivious demeanour, for a more sincere approach. "One last advice, my brother. Don't be scared. Be ready to be hurt. But don't be scared. Being scared will take you nowhere." They ended their statement with emptying the glass in their hand, before gracefully getting up to stand on their feet. "I must tend to my guests. It was nice to talk to you, Morpheus~" They gave Dream a wide smile, before rushing off with catlike grace, turning the corner to leave the Lord of his realm alone in the warm, paper-smelling dimness of the library.

Morpheus had his eyes turned upwards into the endless skies above him, his face unreadable. What went through his head in that moment, who knew. But he...seemed relaxed. Much more then before. Perhaps this was a talk he had needed to hear.

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Let me know what you think...I tried... 😳 👉🏻👈🏻

[mysticaldreamwitch]

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Varric Tethras, Pinja Tuva (OC)

Pairings: implied; Varric x OC

Warnings: none

Words: 3.289

Inspired by:

that feeling you have late night, when you imagine something in your head so well, it gives you goosebumps

that feeling the first minute of "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve gives you, when you listen to it in the dark (last paragraph only)

Disclaimer

This is more experimental at places then what I usually write, so I hope that doesn't cause too much confusion.

Also, this was kind of a late night, 2 am random rambling, so if it gives of those vibes, its because, it was.

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He leaned back against the wooden planks, as he watched her shooting with the crossbow. His arms loosely crossed in front of his chest, while he nodded softly in approval. The recoil was still throwing her back a little with every shoot, but she was getting better. She was a clever girl, it wouldn't take long for her to understand how this all worked. Of course he wouldn't give Bianca to her, she was his treaure, but giving Pinja some practise on such a weapon as her, would do her some good, Varric thought. Maybe the girl could get her own crossbow in time, when she was good enough? Yes, Varric would like that a lot. Mostly because he liked the way she handled Bianca.

She had been hesitent at first when he offered Bianca to her, to try her out, since she knew the crossbow meant a lot to Varric and he wouldn't let anyone else touch it unsupervised. But he had insured her that it was fine. "She had worse." He had chuckled, before showing her how to hold his weapon. Maybe she only remembered it because of that. Cause it caused quite a rush in her, to feel his chest against her back, when he positioned her hands and slid his leg between hers to position them right. Pinja was hopelessly crushing on the author, and the more he interacted with her, the more hopeless she became in her desire.

He moved his glance away from her shooting Bianca, looking over into the distant mountains. There was something about this girl, this small town dwarfen girl, that was different. He wouldn't let anyone else touch his Bianca, yet somehow, he was fine with letting her shoot it, sometimes for hours, and even when he was not actively checking on her. He found himself lost in thought more and more often, not of boredom, but of relaxation. Bianca was in good hands. Soft and small ones, but gentle and careful with the trigger and wooden frame of her construction. Truth be told, he couldn't have asked for a better fit for Biancas second user.

Pinja placed the crossbow upon the table, before she went over, to get the arrows she shot, back. There were no bulls eye in her shots, but it was progress that she hit all into the target, and not the wall behind it. Bianca packed quite a punch, more then she was used to from her bows.

She pulled the arrows out of the straw, before returning to the table, Varric already waiting for her. "I'm gettin' the feeling you're improving quite a bit." He greeted her back, and she was very sure she heard a bit of pride in his words. "I hope so. Would be a shame if you sacrificed your and Biancas time for nothing." She joked, placing the arrows on the wood, before looking up to the other dwarf. He smiled at her. She hated when he did that. It made the fluttering inside of her only worse.

He couldn't hide his pride, and he honestly felt pride when he looked at her. She joined the Inquisition not too long ago, and seems to get used to this new way of life quite fast. Scout Harding helped as well, of course, but strangely, Varric found himself in Pinjas company quite often, and if it even if it was just sitting side by side, either doing their own thing. It was...strangely calming, he would describe it. And right now, it was the best it had ever been, at least from his perspective.

Pinja set down on the opposite side of the table, crossing her arms and placing her head upon it. Eventho she was quite average for a dwarf, human tables were still a little high for her in most cases. But that was fine, just meant more place to rest her head. Just relax and watched Varric, who tended back to something he wrote. She liked to watch him work. The way his feather scratched the paper, and how he licked his lips, when he was thinking over a particular part, where the wording wasn't to his liking yet. How this tounge would feel against hers, she sometimes wondered. She might never know. That thought made her sad, so she didn't think about it to often.

Varric was tipping the end of his quill on the wood, thinking over what he just wrote, or at least pretended. This was just an unimportant letter. The wording didn't really require any change. But thats not what he was after. He watched her. Watched her watch him. He knew she did, eventho she tried to hide it. She wasn't good at hiding it, in fact. He saw her eyes following the turning of the feather between his fingers, and tensed when he wet his dry lips. He saw how her lips parted for a few moments, showing a little bit of her teeth, before her tounge darted out just a little to wet her upper lip, but she wiped the wetness away with her hand close to her face a matter of seconds later. She was nervous, or lost in thought when she wet them, only realizing later what she did. It was weird. Her nervousness, he couldn't explain it. Well, he could, but he didn't want to explain it to himself in any of the ways he could think of.

She quickly turned her head away, when she noticed that he watched her, turning her look towards the courtyard. She shouldn't look at him like this, imagining these things. No matter how fuzzy they made her feel, and wet her mouth in anticipation. It was so temping...to imagine how he embraced her, his hands sneaking down her sides, uniting in her front, while he pressed himself against her back. His warm breath getting caught in her nape, as he rasped soft words against her skin, which as much meaning and deliberation like in his stories. Or how he would take her away from the other, taking her here, then behind he shed. Gently trapping her between the wooden wall and his body, not letting her escape... He heart started pumping, her breath was getting heavier, just at the thought. A soft layer of goosebumps covered her skin, while her mind got lost in the haze of this moment, that would never happen, yet was so real in her own head.

Did he want to ask what was wrong? No, not really. Not that he didn't care, he cared a great deal about her being well, but he was probably reading too much into this. He did that all the time, making up stories, he was a writer, Makers Breath, but maybe it was too much sometimes. She was fine. If something was wrong... He hesitated. She didn't want to bother people. Maybe there was something... He kept writing, but only with half his consciousness, as if to allude that everything was fine. Meanwhile he tried to read her again. She had barely spoken to him, not unusual, they spend a lot of time not exchanged a single world, yet she wasn't relaxed, not like he used to see her relaxed at least. He could see her breath, oddly heavy...her eyes were closed, did she nap away? No, she was too tense to be asleep.

His hands resting on her sides, as he stepped closer, pressing one leg between hers, softly forcing them apart. His breath on her lips, the smooth, dark velvet of his voics lingering in the air. Maker, she wanted it, she wanted it so bad! It was frustrating...so frustrating it made her want to cry in anger and helplessness. Why her, why him, why this? Was is possible to desire someone so much you felt it? In your body, in your heart, in your own head? She was so desperate, it shouldn't be possible to feel this much desperation. And yet...doing it? Actually physically doing it? No. Even more unthinkable. How would he react? Probably disgusted, appalled. Pushing her away, telling her what she already suspected...

"Pinja?" She looked over when she heard her name. Varric put his quill aside, having decided to focus fully on her. "Are you alright?" He then asked, letting worry spill into his words. A unfair move, as he knew, she would be compelled to answer, knowing he was worried, yet a technique he employed to get an answer at all. She set up quickly and nodded. "I'm fine, just...a little tired..." she replied, her word trailing off, as she looked down onto her hand on the table. He kept silent. There was more, they both knew it, just what exactly wasn't clear for him. "It frustrates me that I haven't mastered Biancas aim yet." She then added. Ah. So that what he saw in her. Frustration. Yes, he could understand that.

It was not even a half truth. Yes, she was a little sour over her unability to man Bianca, but she only started to try her out a few weeks ago, it would take more time. She knew that. So she lied. So he would be at ease. She didn't want him worrying about her. She didn't want him to worry, it stung her heart. Maybe...maybe leaving him alone would be best. These feelings, she had, they were not the kind you dealt with in front of the person you had them for. She should go, she felt like. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it." The dwarf comforted her with a smile, while she got up, her heart thumping in her chest to heavily, she could swear he would see it. "Thanks." She said simply, as she gathered her things, mostly loose paper, and some charcoal from the sketches she made. Many of then attempts to draw a portrait of him, yet failed in the simplest stages and given up on, doomed to become food to the fire later.

He set up straight as he watched her get up and gather her things. Did he say something wrong? Not that he could recall. Her urgency was a little alarming. Usually she stayed with him till he went to bed, but not today. She seemed off in general, he had noticed. It wouldn't be unusual to be insensitive about a matter, but his insensitivity was with method, not just random. What could have tipped her off, they barely talked. Maybe it was that? Suddenly he felt guilt over what he said, or rather didn't say, in this case. Softly he laid his feather down upon the table, rising from his seat. "Wait, please." The dwarf asked, kindly, a tone not often heard from him. He watched her stop, the leather with her sketched clutched onto her side. "Listen...if something is wrong, you can always talk to me, alright? I'll listen...and no, it doesn't matter if it a stupid thing." He interrupted her, as he saw how she took breath to answer him.

Why would he say such a thing? It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the offer, quite on the contrary, she'd love to just pour her heart out to him, but what would he say if he saw the pieces of the puzzle, and put them together. The picture he'd see...it would destroy what they had now, undoubtedly. She didn't want to loose this. It made her heart cramp, but at least she could be close to him in this way. But he wanted an answer. He had seen right through her, that she wasn't fine. Letting him leave with no response at all...he would question it. Pinja turned back, straighting up her shoulders a little. "Its...this whole thing." She then said, as she set back down on the edge of the bench. "First the conclave, then Haven and now this, this...archdemon mage...thing..." She sighed and took a deep shaky breath, before she looked up to him. "I don't know how you can take all that so well." Nothing of this was a lie. It was a deep concern, she pushed aside to not curl up in a ball and be scared for her life, never leaving her room. Her words rewarded her with Varrics soft look, or his equivalent of it. It still had this light sparkle or sarcasm in it, but most of it was warmth, a warmth that she felt pouring in her chest just this moment.

There it was. He knew that she was hiding something from him. There was no hiding from Varric, he knew people, and he knew her. And honestly, he could understand. He himself? An adventurer, a writer, friend of the champion of Kirkwall. This was like every other day to him, just another apocalypse in a line of catastrophes. But to her, a small town girl? This must really feel like the end of the world...which it was, quite frankly, but in another way then it was to him. "I understand that...honestly, if I could, I'd be outta here before you could say 'Andraste's Ass', but I wanna help. And Marker, I am scared, trust me, you're not alone in that. Everyone here is. If they weren't, they'd be more stupid then a Nug running into a wolves den." He said, a light smirk playing with his lips, while he looked at her. "So...you don't think I'm a baby for being scared...?" She asked quietly, giving him a look, that, he could swear, wanted him to just aww right into her face. She was so genuinely innocent in her thoughts...it was almost too pure.

She waited for an answer, nervously, playing with the leather strap, holding her drawings together. Maybe she shouldn't have asked, it was a stupid question, but there was no taking back now, unfortunately. But instead of slipping into a roaring laughter over her idiocity, Varric gave a soft chuckle, opening up his arms in an inviting manner. "Come here." The writer commanded her softly. Pinja however hesitated upon the offer. Was he actually serious? He must be messing with her. Varric Tethras offering her a hug? His must be a dream, something of her imagination, he would never... "Come on, before I change my mind." He chuckled, lightly making an inviting movement with his fingers. She got up, swallowing hard, and stepped over to him, carefully wrapping her arms around him, placing her head onto his shoudler, so he couldn't see her face. Then she froze.

He almost rolled his eyes at her hesitation. Was she thinking he was gonna bite? Tell around that he gave her a hug? No, he had a reputation to keep, yet, he wanted to take some of that burden off her, just for the moment. He felt like she needed it. His arms lightly wrapped around her waist, holding her softly against him. "There we go...that wasn't to hard, was it..." he chuckled softly, unable to hold back.

This was it. He was here. They were here. Standing here, hugging each other. It was actually real. And she was just frozen in the moment. Her heart was baging against her ribs, like it tried to break out of her chest. She felt lighthearted, while a fuzzyness took over her inside, a tingly sensation rising from her stomach up into her chest. Yet...her lower jaw send a shockwave of pain through her skull, her eyes feeling tense. No...this... She tried to breath in, the bit of air she could master into her lungs, filling them with his scent, sending a shiver down her spine. Maker...his scent...it was so perfect...how could it be so perfect...musky, like ink, old paper and fire... Slowly she turned her head, pressing her nose into his coat. She closed her eyes, letting the scent carry her thoughts away for a moment. Her fingers were struggling to grab into the fabric, fighting if to follow her knowledge of not doing it, or the instict of grabbing into him for dear life. The warmth of his body was sweeping into her clothes, making her feel home like not many things could. Her lower lip started to temble, as her eyes overflowed in joy and sadness at the same time, sucking the breath out of her lungs through sheer emotion only.

For a moment Varric thought everything was gonna be okay. Just a friendly hug. She was taking it well. Then he heard it. This sound of a breathless voice, whimpered and then a sniff. Shit, she was crying. How could he have misjuded the situation THIS much? A little error was always there, but this...this was different. He placed one hand on her lower back, his other stroking over her shoulder. "Its fine, Flower..." he encouraged her gently, dropping the attitude, for just a few minutes. He could do that. He felt like he had to. He felt her shoulders twitching under his hand, as he breath became stuttering, fueling the soft wheeping. Shit, what should he do? "Hey...look at me..." he tried, in lack of alternatives, lightly pulling away his head from hers, while his hand reached down, gently placing his fingers on her jawline, to guide her face somewhere he could see. Here eyes were red, a little bit of liquid running out of her nose, as she could barely keep her eyes open to look at him. It wasn't pretty, he wouldn't pretend. But it was genuine. And thats what he needed to see.

His facial features were blurry to her, as she tried to control her sobbing, only making it worse through it. This must be what it felt like. To loose your mind. She was sure of it. It was so much, and yet not enough, and it would always be that way. There was nothing to take or give, just this, and she wanted to scream in anger and sadness. But she didn't...he wouldn't understand, how could he... She just stood there, looking at him, while he sobs faded slowly; just standing there, trying to focus on him. But he didn't leave. Just stood there, in the same place, while her soul wept over a situation that was biting his own tail. Painful and unable to let go of it, knowing the pain would get worse, if the bite would be undone. Slowly she closed her eyes, trying to relax them. Her view felt strained, her chest empty. She needed air. A deep breath, her breath still stuttering, but softly now. Calm...its fine...this is fine... A warmth engulded the skin on the left side of her face. She opened her eyes again, blinking a few times to shed the last few tears blurring her vision. He was looking at her. His hand holding up her head, that felt to heavy right now. There was a dull pain hammering against her skull from the inside, it felt bad. But the warmth...it was making it better. She relaxed, letting the full weight of her head fall into the warmth of his his hand. Another deep breath. A soft stroke of a finger over her skin. Another deep breath. A warmth against her forehead. Breathe. Warm air against her skin. Breathe. Another gust of air, a warm tingle in small of her back, a shiver running down her spine. Breathe. A touch against the side of her nose, lingering there, warmth. Breathe. A soft warmth against her lips. A shiver rising up from her lower back over her spine, breath catching up in surprise, fingers looking for something to hold on, digging themselves into fabric...breathe...warmth. Warmth everywhere. All over her body just wamth and comfort. She leaned in a little more. Fuzzyness and warmth. Two breaths crossing...the faint taste of alcohol against her tounge...

Shit.

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

Genre: Angst

Characters: Sam Winchester, Cathy Scott (OC)

Pairings: Sabriel, Cathy x Gabriel (former relationship)

Warnings: Aftermath of major character death

Words: 2.608

Short summery: Sam calls apon an old ally, to reveal some devistating news.

Inspiried by

“Lost Without You” by Freya Ridings

“Goner” by Twenty One Pilots

DISCLAIMER

I don’t want to offend anyone or their ship with this fanfiction.

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Slowly she set down on the chair, staring onto her hands. The skin around the nails was scarred, from biting them. It was red, where she licked away the blood, from biting them. She tried not to bite them, but she did. She noticed a bit of skin sticking out, loose. She should bite it. It would hurt, it would scar her more…she should bite it. Her eyes locked at her fingers; she couldn’t make herself raise her head to look at the man opposite her. It was a weird thing. Knowing you should look up, knowing you look away from staring at a spot, a spot with no importance. But you just sit there, staring at it, fascinated by it for some strange reason, so fascinated, letting it out of your eyes for just a moment was unthinkable.

It took her a lot of effort for her to tear herself away from the spot on her fingers. Slowly she looked up, not sure where to put her eyes, the blue of her iris cloudy. Like the sea during a storm. Turbulent waters, waves clashing with one another. She liked the sea; the sea was nice. In the morning, when nobody was there. It was calm, and smelled good. It smelled nice here too. It was probably Sam who smelled this nice. This hair looked freshly washed, shining just the smallest bit, a pearly shimmer. She always wanted to ask him what he used. But why bother. Her hair wasn’t washed, not since a few days. It looked awful when she looked into the mirror. She wondered what Sam though. Did he regret inviting her here? After all, it was so random. Him asking her to come here. It wasn’t like he didn’t like her; she never got this idea from when they had met. But they never met on purpose. He never called her to hang out of whatever, in fact, they barely knew each other. Last time she saw him…wow, that was a long while ago now. It was back when the British Man of Letters were still there…that was a year ago? Longer? She had lost count of time. On purpose. Why would she keep track? Days and months were just a concept after all. And if she would, it would just make her feel worse about herself, then she already did. Thinking about all the times she wanted to go to the graveyard and didn’t go. It was her who cared, no one else seemed to do. His family never called; she never saw any other flowers on the grave. Maybe he didn’t have family, yes, maybe he didn’t. She preferred to think that, because the other version of their story would clench her heart even more then it already did. That they didn’t care. That his parents, and maybe siblings, would just accept that he was gone, and went on with their lives, like he never was a part of them.

Sam took a deep breath; she saw his chest heave in an effort to let in air. “How are you?” It was a normal question, but it felt weirdly out of place. He could have asked her that on the phone. “I’m good.” She responded automatically, knowing, that, just by simply looking at her, he could tell that she was lying. Not that she was a good liar by any means, but she could lie, when people asked about how she was. It was a rather simple lie to tell people, in hopes they’d bugger off. Lying about this was nothing new to Cathy, she had been lying about this her whole life.

But even if Sam saw that she was not telling the truth, he didn’t seem to care for her answer, as she just nodded, looking down onto his hands, like he didn’t know how to continue this conversation. But if he didn’t wanna talk, why invite her? Was it for a mission? To convince her to joined forces again? Cause he thought she could help them, which was, with all good will in mind, laughable. There were hundreds of hunters, who could help him, most of them even better then she could. “If this is about a thing, I told you, I am done.” Her voice broke the silence, the words just lingering in the air, as she moved a strand of red hair out her face, that didn’t need moving. She sometimes forgot that her hair was short now…like she forgot many things.

As an answer, Sam shook his head, forcing himself to a light smile, which was a weird mixture of genuine, sad and fake, most likely in an effort to acknowledge her words, and not undermine them. “Yes, I know. I know you’re done.” For a moment his glance met hers, and there was a weird kind of appreciation in his eyes. Like she did something he could never do. Then he looked away. “This is…this is about…” He stopped, his fingers clenching against one another, like he was looking for a word, that could only pass his throat through great effort. “This is about Gabriel.” As soon as the name fell, everything around them came to a cold standstill. The man didn’t continue, as if he was waiting for a response from her, in order to have a standpoint on where to take this conversation from this point on. The woman pressed her lips together, taking a breath, which was a gasp, she tried to make look as effortless as a normal air flow, the tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, killing any kind of noise that might have escaped. Her nose grew tense, her jaw lightly clenched, it hurt, where it was attached to her skull. The pain was a soft string, traveling inwards to her throat, where it nested and grew more prominent. What a never this man had, to bring this up. Both knew this was a tense subject, even with her constant assertion, that talking about this was not a problem. Both knew fell to avoid this subject, for obvious reasons.

“What about him?” Her voice had a neutral sound to it, in an effort to not letting it sound bitter, and a positive attitude was not something she could master right now. Her lack of emotion seemed to catch the Winchester off guard, since the look her gave her, was somewhat surprised. But he went back to his serious face really quick, noticing his misplacement of confusion. He knew more about this whole situation then she did, and that made him obviously uncomfortable to experience such feelings. “He is dead.”

The words hang in the air, as she started to nod, looking at him as she would understand what he said, and she did understand, yet, she didn’t seem to process the full meaning of the sentence. Very slowly, her brain started to draw the connections between the words, giving them meaning, while a gut-wrenching feeling arose inside of her, a mild pain coming from her stomach, her pulse increasing in speed. It was a slow process of coming to terms with something, that she thought she knew how it felt like. And a small part of her wanted to make a sarcastic comment about whether or not Sam actually believed that this was true. Gabriel had died before, and turned out to be still alive after all. She didn’t see him. Why would she; it would have been a stretch of boundaries she knew she couldn’t allow herself to do. She got a text from Cas, a call even, where he had offered her to come. But she refused. Not ready to accept that all the mourning, her sacrifices, were for nothing, despite the dreadful situation he had found himself in. And then there was this small fact, just this tiny detail, Cas might have forgot as he asked for her: They had broken up. For good. She let him go, hoping he would be happy with someone else, knowing she wasn’t fit for him. Not like other people.

Another pause occurred, none of the two parties said anything. They didn’t even look at one another. She looked away from Sam, feeling exposed to him, like an animal to their hunter. He eyes felt swollen, warm, even hot at times, as they filled with tears. Tears she desperately tried to push back down where they belonged. She didn’t want Sam to see her cry, in fact, she didn’t want anyone to see her cry. She didn’t want to feel exposed in her feelings. Feelings she desperately wished, she didn’t have, because they were pity. She wished that she didn’t care about this, she wished that she didn’t care about anything. But she did care. And that was the problem.

Sam continued to speak, desperately trying to tell her what happened, justifying what happened. Trying to find meaning in what happened. Cause he too, felt exposed, but in a different way. He had mourned, he still was. And he had cried, and sometimes still did. He felt exposed, because he felt privileged to be able to do those things with someone on his side. Someone he loved no less. Dean was here for him, Castiel was here for him, and Jack even tried his best to make him feel loved and appreciated, even in his grief. He knew that she didn’t have this privilege. She was alone. She didn’t have a family like he did, and, probably worst of all, she didn’t get love, like he did. He knew, that she had been together with Gabriel for quiet a while, but she had been young. Probably too young to understand, how relationships work. Moving on from Gabriel, at the time, hadn’t been a big deal for her. And he wasn’t judging her for that, he both had been young and inexperienced, just like her, her understood. Or at least, he thought he did. Watching her coming together with Garth, watching them go apart in good faith. He did root for her. Gadreel, the awkward crush they had on each other. He rooted for her. Mick, and their sweet, yet way too short, relationship. He rooted for them both, despite him knowing that Mick was not a friend to him. It took him a long time to realize, that she was never truly happy. That she put her best efforts and heart into other people, and in the end come out as the looser. So did he. But whenever he failed, he had his brother and Cas, and, from one day on, he had Gabriel. The angel, he knew now, she had loved more then anyone else in her life, and who she probably regretted giving away. Cause she made this choice of letting him go on her own, while everyone else from her, was taken. Garth, became a werewolf. Gadreel, killed himself in order to save Castiel. And Mick? He was executed, when he spoke up against his people. Because he fell in love with this life. With her. Sam didn’t want to deny that she didn’t love any of these man, quiet the opposite, but he understood the regret she had. Cause by now, he understood, that she had let Gabriel go, cause she wanted them to be together. She broke Gabriels heart in a way, she never would, she wasn’t that kind of person.

His stumbling words came to a halt, when he saw, how she straightened in her seat, her lip trembling in suppressed emotion. She wanted to be strong, take this like just another thing she endured. She wasn’t a stranger to loose people she held dear. But this somehow…this was different. For a moment her eyes fixed on his, as she slowly pushed herself up, her head turning towards the table again. Sam swallowed hard. “Cathy…” He tried to say something, but stopped, as he noticed how her shoulders tensed as he said her name. “…I’m sorry.” There was no response, no answer, just the sound of a light splash, as tears from her nose dripped down onto the glass table. Her chest contracted, trying to press out sounds she didn’t let through.

“I don’t need your sorry.” Her words cut through the room like a razorblade, small, but sharp. There was no screaming, no anger against him, not what he thought would happen. There was just…disappointment. “You were to protect him. I let him go, cause he wasn’t safe with me. I trusted you to keep him safe.” Finally Sam had an answer for something he had always wondered about. Finally it was out what the true reason was. And suddenly, he understood it all. Every weird bit of her not wanting to see Gabriel, whenever he was near, even after years and months. She had made this choice, because it was logical, because saving him was more important then he wanting to be with him. And in order to save him, she had to give him up. She did love him after all.

“I put all my effort into you, I would have bet on you everything I have. I knew you’d love him enough to do anything for him. And I thought you knew that…but everything I put into you, every bit of trust…it didn’t matter…you failed me. You failed us.” The words took a great force to be pushed from her body as calm and sorted out as they were. “You failed him.” On any other day, she wouldn’t have said anything. She would have just nodded, thanked Sam for his sentiment, grabbed her things and left, crying by herself. She was used to this. But this, this right now, this was different. This was about the only person she had left, after everyone else left her behind. The person that opened her eyes to how much you could truly love someone. And she had loved him. All through the end. She just didn’t want to admit it. Till right now. Cause now, there was no hope, not anymore. There was only regret. Regret for every moment she had been yelling at him, for every fight they had, for every moment she was somewhere else, and she could have spend with him instead. The regret of giving him the freedom, in order to save him, and just losing him even more in the process. “He was everything I had left, he was the only one that was happy. The one who deserved it more then anyone else…and you got him killed.”

On any other day, Sam would have been deeply offended by her words, hurt even. But this, this right now, this was different. There was only one person, Sam knew in all his life, that had loved Gabriel as much as he did. And it was her. And everything she said, suddenly felt justified to him. Cause it was just his own thoughts right back at him. And that told him, that her feelings were just the same. But there was nothing he could say to soften her feelings. Not now at least. So he didn’t say anything, as she grabbed her stuff, storming out the bunker, up the stairs and out the door. Nothing would help, only worsen it all. There was this faint hope, that she would drive home, and then cry with someone by her side, who would give her tissues and cookies and milk. But deep inside himself, Sam knew that there would be no one. Cause no one cared anymore, not like he wished people would. And that’s probably, what hurt him the most.

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

So yeah, found that thing in my notes just tonight. Totally forgot that I wrote that, and my friend said I should post it, so...there you go ^^

Also, this was written after having an RP with my bestie about the SPN actors, and is in no way related to the actual real life human beings, just want to clarify that ♡

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Characters: Catherine Scott, Richard Speight Jr.

Pairings: Cathchard (Cathy x Richard)

Warnings: a little explicit right at the end

Wordcount: 892 words

Rich sighed deeply as he leaned against the doorframe, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Why are you up...?" he asked in a slurry voice, still very tired, it was 3 am in the night non the less. Cathy looked over to him for a moment, then turned her face away in shame, turning the cup in her hands nervously. He cought her sitting on the table, listening to a podcast on her phone. "I couldn't sleep..." she said quietly.

He let out a soft sigh, as he pushed himself away from the door and slowly went over to her. Without saying a word, he just kneed down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her, putting his head on her thigh. "Dreams or thoughts?" he asked softly, while she gently stroked over his cheek. "Thoughts..." she replied softly, looking down to him. He gave her a soft smile. "Too much...?" - "Too loud..." Cathy leaned her head against the seat back, her hand gently moving up into the strands of his hair. She looked tired, but also sad somehow. Richard turned his head and kissed her hand. "Should daddy take care of this...?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow lightly, but she shook her head. "No...I just want to love you, baby..." she replied softly.

Richard nodded, and got up, offering his hand to her. She let him help her, following him to the bedroom, turning off the light.

He set down on the bed, taking her hands, as she stopped in front of him. "Whatever it may be...just wanting you to know that I'll be there, okay? Always." he swore to her, looking at her in the dark. She nodded, gently squeezing his hands, before he laid down, gently pulling her with him. "Now...please tell me how much you love me..." he whispered softly. He knew it helped her to think about something else and that he was her best distraction.

Cathy leaned down over him, watching him in the cold night light for a moment, before she put her hands on his cheeks.

"I love you, Richard...I love everything about you...I love the way you are, that you can be funny and ridiculous, a real dork and at the same time, you are the most loving and caring human being there is...you're always there for your friends, when they need you...you don't mind to listen to me, when I can't stop talking and you don't mind to hold me at night, even if I'm messed up and smelly..." She paused for a moment, leaning in, that he could feel her breath on his skin, as she spoke.

"You're so perfect...I love you so much...every minute I'm with you...I'm falling more for you..." she breathed softly, before she lightly pressed her lips onto his for a moment. "I like to look at your messed up hair in the morning and how soft it feel once I grab into it...I like your eyes, the way the sun makes them light up, like glowing amber...that whiskycolor is all I need to get drunk, only just looking at you...the way you smile just lights up my day, and your lips are so smooth and soft...I would kiss you all day if I could..." She kissed him ever so often, while she talked to him, her hands slowly stroked along his arms. "I love it when you hug me, no matter which way...I always feel safe in your arms...my head leaned against your shoulders..." Her hands went down his arms, her fingers went along his hip bone, before they sneaked up, gently grabbing his shirt and pulling it up.

Rich was happy to remove his shirt fully, wanting to feel her hands on his skin. "I like hearing your heartbeat when I'm next to you, or nuzzling up into your chesthair...its so soft and I just love how it tickles my skin..." He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of Cathys hands. Her eyes followed the movement of her finger, as she stroked over his chest further down. "Eventho you don't like it, I like that you're a little chubby...gives me more to grab into, when i'm riding you, or when you're on top of me, fucking me senseless...also your skin is supersoft, I could cuddle up to you all the time..."

Her hand went lower, her fingertips stroking along the lower part of his stomach. "I know thats one of your sweetspots and I love the way I can make you moan, when I touch you there, even without touching your cock..." Rich turned his head looking at her, as he gave her a soft smile, when she looked up at him. "Come here, sweetheart..." he then just whispered, and pulled her close to him, as soon as he could reach her.

Cathy cuddled up against him, tired, but a little more relaxed then before. "I love you too, baby...every single bit of you...and I know you don't like when I say that, but you are amazing...inside and out..." He looked up at her, stroking down her back. She wasn't too much into words, but he knew that she loved his touches. So he touched her, letting his hands roam all over her body, while she laid on top of him, slowly falling asleep, enjoying his warmth under her.

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[mysticaldreamwitch]

Short Story - Doctor Who

Earlier this year, I visited a Creative Writing Tutorial. Sadly, the class was cancled, since of decreasing student numbers, yet, I’d like to share the two shortstorys I’ve written in the “30 minute writing exercise”. ___________________________________

Characters: The 11th Doctor, Cathy Scott (OC) Warnings: none Word Count: 693 words

„They say that there is a prophecy, which says, one day, a man will come, a man who no one knows the name of. And he will protect them from the extinction…” The Doctor put away the book in his hands, while he balanced on the backlegs of the chair. He always did that, like it isn’t hard enough to figure out a mystery, no he had to stimulate himself with not falling down and hurting himself as well. Cathy looked over to him, raising her brows. “So…what do you think that means?” The brunette man, his arms crossed in front of his chest, laid back his head and looked up onto the high ceiling, which was adorned with very alienesc art. “That is a tricky one, starlight.” he said after a while, before he took his feet off the table, his green eyes shifting over to the frame of, what people believed, was a portal, eventho it had been shut off. And it was a portal indeed, eventho he preferred the term Einstein-Rosen-Bridge way more. The Time Lord slowly got up, walking over to the construction. It was made from some kind of metal, nothing Cathy would understand, nothing even he could fully understand. His Sonic Screwdriver had been very inconsistent with its readings. But he could tell one thing for sure: This portal was ancient. At least five thousand years old. And, as lovely as the Torvarin were, at this time, their ancestors had barely learned how to settle down and start agriculture. Something like this, was way beyond their capacity to have build something like this.

While the Time Lord was inspecting the portal again, this companion watched him, paying attention to his every move. How he flopped the hair out of his face, when it got in the way, how he used his Sonic to read over the structure again…it was so similar, yet so different. It had been months now, since he had changed his face, and Cathy had hoped that she would get used to it somehow, that he looked different now, that he was different now, but loved her as much as he loved her before, when his eyes were still brown, and his hair shorter, the left part of his nose covered in small freckles. The worst part of it, was, that she didn’t know either, if she was able to love him like he was now. Sure, she liked him and she cared about him deeply, more then about everyone else but…he didn’t give her this feeling anymore, the one she used to have, when she was with him. She loved him, but she wasn’t sure what kind of love she was feeling towards him. And it scared her a little to find out, since she had promised him once, that she would always love him, no matter how he changed and what he would become.

The redhead sighed, closing the book in front of her. She shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. They had other things to worry about. The Doctor meanwhile, was working on the portal again, having broken a small panel out of the construction; wires were sticking out, pure shiny metal, not isolated whatsoever. “Doctor be careful, you shocked yourself one already.” His companion warned the time traveller, as she approached. The man didn’t even look up to her, his sonic working at the wires, connecting them. “It was just a heart attack with one heart, don’t worry love, I can live of one for a while.” he answered, looking to her for a moment and giving her a smile, before a sound echoed through the room, similar to a computer, when it was starting up. She was kind of waiting for the Windows 95 sound. “Ha!” The Doctor dropped the panel and went in front of the portal, Cathy standing behind him, amazed. “Wow, how did you do that?! That thing had been on shutdown for centuries!” The Time Lord turned around to her, a grin on his face, wiggling the sonic screwdriver in his hand. “As a famous earth musician once sang: ‘It’s a kind of magic!’” ___________________________________

I’d be glad for any kind of commentary and critique on my work, thank you 🖤

#doctor who #the doctor #doctor who fanfic #own character

[mysticaldreamwitch]

Short Story - Supernatural

Earlier this year, I visited a Creative Writing Tutorial. Sadly, the class was cancled, since of decreasing student numbers, yet, I’d like to share the two shortstorys I’ve written in the “30 minute writing exercise”. ___________________________________

Characters: Sam Winchester, Cathy Scott (OC), Dean Winchester (meantioned) Warnings: mention of death, violence Word Count: 758 words

„Hide yourself!“ she heard the voice of the younger Winchester, as he held the door shut, hindering the werewolves from entering the room. They weren’t on the door yet, the probably didn’t even see the hunters, but they smelled them. Their sweat, the musk Sam was wearing, may too much for his own good. “I told you we should have waited for Dean!” Cathy hissed, while she looked around in the room for a place to vanish in. A part of her really wanted to do that, but the other wanted her to stand up for herself and tell Sam that she was able to fight. The young woman found it hurting that Sam didn’t trust her enough, to do a fight with him back to back, however, the redhead also knew that this was in his nature. He rather would let himself get hurt, then someone else, especially her. She panicked when she heard the distant snarl of a wolf outside the door, while she still hadn’t found a spot to hide herself, and, she just made that decision now, the other hunter in the room. Time went by so fast, when all what she needed in this situation, was exactly that. Her glance shifted over to a large cabinet. She turned around and looked over to Sam. “Quick, in here.” she hissed over to him, while her feet already carried her through the door, opening the wooden door, that creaked slightly. Cathy gritted her teeth at the sound. The monsters probably caught onto that.

“You go, I’ll keep them away.” The Winchesters eyes were serious, when he put his second hand onto the gun, holding it steady. He knew he only had six shot left, not enough for the amount of werewolves they were up against. “No, don’t you dare, Winchester. You don’t die for me today! Get your ass over here!” Her voice sounded more like a growl, when she turned around trying to make some space in the cabinet for them both. It was not much, especially for the Winchester, that was way bigger then her, but it would have to do.

Cathy stepped inside, shovelling around a bit, the wood creaking ever so slightly, when she suddenly felt something against her foot. As the huntress looked down, she saw a beige, almost white elongated object. A second later a smell hid her nose, and she couldn’t hold back a gag reflex. It smelled like rotten, flesh and death. There was a body in here, and someone, or rather something, had a little nibble on it. Well more than that to be fair, cause when she looked through the dark, trying to see into the deeper part of the cabinet, she could make out faint objects. Most of them were bones, underneath them a skull, which looked black from the dried blood on it. She pressed her hand over her mouth. Whoever that person was, they had been mauled, by this pack. But the smell would at least cover up the smell of the hunters.

She turned around when she heard wood creaking, and a small huff, when Sam squeezed himself into the space she left for him. The hunter scrunched up his nose at the smell of rotting flesh, but he didn’t say anything, probably having the same realization Cathy had. Then he closed the door, and they were surrounded by darkness. The small redhead moved a little closer to the Winchester, who had his gun still in hand, but put his free hand up onto her shoulder. He knew that she wasn’t a fan of rotten stuff and skeletons, having been scared of those things since she was a kid. They heard how the door to the room was opened, and footsteps that slowly came closer to the cabinet. Cathy grabbed Sam’s shirt, trying not to breathe, while the werewolf stopped just centimetres away, her heartbeat so loud in her ears, she could swear the monster would hear it. The time stretched into sheer endlessness, while the creatures searched the room, but the pungent smell of the rotting corpse in the cabinet drew them out of the room after a short while very quickly. Dogs had sensitive noses.

As soon as the steps went down the hallways, away from the hunters, Cathy breathed out slowly, as well did the young Winchester, who had been stroking her arm softly, to calm her down. “Come on, lets get out of here.” he then whispered, letting go of her hand, and opening the cabinet door. ___________________________________

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