dreams become nightmares

Sleepover - Natasha Romanoff

Originally posted by holy-bucky

Prompt: inspired by Hayley Kiyoko’s song Sleepover.

Warnings: Angst.

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“Are you sure about this dress?” Natasha asked, nibbling her bottom lip as she turned slightly to face her reflection in the mirror.

“Of course. I picked this dress thinking of you.” the other woman said quietly, glancing for a moment the redhead before turning around to pick up what she needed to decorate Natasha’s hair.

Natasha hummed satisfied, sitting in the chair facing the dresser and smiling anxiously. “I can’t believe it’s dinner rehearsal already. In a week I’ll be Mrs. Barnes. It’s so strange.”

“Yeah. I never thought you’d marry him.” She murmured softly, trying to hide her own emotion on the subject. Quickly finishing Natasha’s hairstyle, she moved away from the chair to put the things in the bag on the bed. “You’re okay to go. I’m just going to pack my things and meet you there.”

Her heart was heavy on her chest, but she tried her best to sound casual. She thanked mentally for having excellent training in body language, and could at least disguise better what she felt in front of the former assassin. But Natasha as always wouldn’t do what she wanted, approaching quickly and holding one of her hands.

“No. You’re going with me. I need my best friend.” the redhead stated, pulling her by the hand and out of the room.

It was always like this. She would always be there to brush her hair, help to pick out what to wear, do sleepovers all the time. But Natasha would never understand her feelings. She would never read the truth in her eyes. Even when Natasha held her hand, she would always feel alone. She tried to think that she preferred to see Natasha happy, that she shouldn’t be selfish. But was all her suffering worth it? She was tired of having to flee from reality, of having to hide inside her own head. What used to be dreams now have become nightmares. But at least she had Natasha the way she really wanted to. Right? 

She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t tell what she felt. She couldn’t put her own feelings on first. She loved the former assassin, but she wasn’t selfish enough. Natasha already had someone for the role of lover. Natasha was finally really happy. Natasha had chosen her as best friend. And, yes, it broke her heart every time she saw them together. But there was nothing else she could do.

Take a deep breath. She thought to herself, trying not to pay attention to what was happening in the kitchen. Life always full of ironies and she couldn’t believe in her own bad luck. Among thousands of people, why did it have to be her? Unable to restrain herself, she stopped staring at the empty bottle of beer in her hands and looked up at the excited group. The redhead was smiling to the point where her eyes were shining with happiness. Natasha leaned her body against the man with the metal arm as he held her affectionately. It was too much to watch. 

As quiet as possible, she set the empty bottle on the coffee table and rose from the sofa. Throwing her hands into the pockets of her jacket, she didn’t think twice about striding up to the elevator. Her shoulders slumped as the elevator door closed. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to control her uneven breathing. She couldn’t allow her emotions to take over, but with each passing day, it became more difficult. 

The distance from the elevator to her room never seemed so long. It was practically a walk of shame. But she was glad that at least no one was seeing the current state she was in. Finally entering her room, she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillows. But then, to her desperation, the door opened and closed quickly. She heard light footsteps approaching and she didn’t even need to hear the person’s voice to know who it was. Her heart sinking in her stomach.

The mattress beside her sank and soon she heard Natasha’s melodious voice. “Are you okay?”

Without moving any part of her body, she kept her face hidden in the pillows. “I’m just feeling low. I think it was the drinks.”

“Are you sure?” Natasha tried to press, stroking her hair in an attempt to look at her face. “You know you can count on me, right?“

“Yeah, I know.”

An awkward silence took over, making Natasha hesitant for a moment. “I’ll be here whenever you need to. Friends forever, right?”

I can think of something better. She thought bitterly but pushing that feeling aside she grumbled. “Yeah… I think I’m going to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Sure. Tomorrow then.”

She waited until she was alone again to turn around in her bed. Staring at the ceiling of the dark room, she cried once more until she fell asleep.

May 2017 Prompts

Write a short story, poem or anything that inspires you based on one of these prompts and tag it with #inkstay.

Prompts of the month
1# - When a witch gets a family visit
2# - What would sirens sing to you?
3# - Describe a radio station no one knows about
4# - Write about hate in less than 15 words
5# - Write about a monster hiding in your backpack
6# - Write about the things you wish you hadn’t said
7# - At what point do dreams become nightmares?
8# - Write something using a quote from the last book you read
9# - If your day was a news story, what would the headline be?
10# - write a poem meant to be heard, rather than just read. (use your accent or your dialect to give one of your works something extra, write in a different language than English, play with sounds, etc.)

Word prompts
1# - coat hanger
2# - gold, paper
3# - screw, wine, road
4# - cold
5# - hour, search
6# - faith, antique, tree
7# - mask
8# - forgery, young
9# - atrocity, dozens, sharp
10# - confrontation, twisted, timid, deep

Happy Birthday, piccalily0510!

May 10 - Crack-y and/or smutty TaserTricks fic based off the song “Be My Escape” by Relient K, for @piccalily0510

Written by @amusewithaview

Darcy had never really been one for visual metaphors.  Her dreams were pretty straightforward: a cigar was always an actual cigar, and a penis was a penis (sadly, and strangely, her dreams generally featured more cigars than penises).  In hindsight, she really should have known that something was up when she started dreaming of airy halls and golden-gilt walls.  At first, she thought that she was just reliving her prom.  After all, prom had been held at the nicest hotel in the local area - the golden glow and molded trim decorating literally everything was a bit fancier than she remembered, but not totally out of place.

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awkwardly-angry  asked:

oh. my. god. you like hollywood undead as well. you are fucking awesome dude omg. another way out sounds like it would be such a anti/dark song too, which is even better. i was actually thinking about been to hell the other day (bc i fucking LOVE that song) and the "welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares" part sounds like it would be such an anti thing

Dude I fucking love Hollywood Undead. They’re AMAZING okay (listening to them right now actually lmao)
EXACTLY! I was browsing through my suggestion bar and it was right there, intrigued me and aaaaaaah it’s so good
oooooooooooooh hell yeah man that sounds so anti-esque i’m digging this

Have you heard “I Don’t Want to Die”? It sounds like a fight between Jack and Anti hhhhhhhhhhhh

New year, new post! I wrote this once and it ended up being 7 pages long. Wrote it again and cut it down to 6. Wrote it a third time and changed the plot, refining it to 5 pages. I hope you all had a good Christmas and I hope the new year treats you well. This request was made by @animefreak808 and I’m sorry it took so long but I needed the break. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I saw a idea where the reader was chosen as a potential candidate to be thors bride along with others from different realms and the reader is the only one from midguard, she doesn’t know whats going on but she ends up with Loki instead

Stolen (Part 1)

“After a rigorous selection process, you have all been selected for a very prestigious and honoured role.” A man’s voice intruded on your dream.

“You will know my eldest son, Thor,” the name sounded familiar, “and so you will know of his honour, his integrity, and his general excellence. I hope that one day he will succeed me on the throne, and when that day comes he will need a Queen. So you have been selected as the most suitable candidates to fulfil that role.”

“Does… Does Thor know about this?” You couldn’t help but think, tossing in the bed sheets and groaning into the silence of the night. This dream was slowly becoming a nightmare. The voice replied, apparently having heard your question.
“He… is currently unaware.”
“Shouldn’t it be his choice? Not yours?”

“Your argument is valid but tradition overrules in this case. The process of selection has been designed to allocate a suitable partner for my son and I will not discuss it any further. You are dismissed and will now be shown to your temporary residencies.”

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Songs Sung By Women for Your Sign
  • Aries: “I Hate Myself for Loving You” by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - “Can’t break free from the things you do, I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why I hate myself for loving you.” / “You just don’t know what you were missin’ last night, I wanna see you begging, say forget it just for spite.”
  • Taurus: “Back on the Chain Gang” by the Pretenders - “That powers that be that force us to live like we do bring me to my knees when I see what they’ve done to you.” / “I found a picture of you, those were the happiest days of my life..”
  • Gemini: “Me and Bobby McGee” by Janis Joplin - “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, nothing don’t mean nothing, honey, if it ain’t free.” / “But I’ll trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”
  • Cancer: “Violet” by Hole - “And the sky was all violet, I wanna give the violet more violence, hey I’m the one with no soul, one above and one below.” / “I told you from the start just how this would end, when I get what I want, then I never want it again.”
  • Leo: “Cherry Bomb” by the Runaways - “Down the street I’m the girl next door, I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.” / “Hello Daddy, Hello Mom, I’m your cherry bomb, hello world I’m your wild girl, I’m your cherry bomb.”
  • Virgo: “Spiderwebs” by No Doubt - “You’re intruding on what’s mine and you’re taking up my time, don’t have the courage inside me to tell you please leave me be.” / “Now it’s gone too deep, you wake me in my sleep, my dreams have become nightmares because you’re ringing in my ears.”
  • Libra: “Little Lies” by Fleetwood Mac - “Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies, oh no, no you can’t disguise.” / “Close your, close your, close your eyes, no more broken hearts, we’re better off apart, let’s give it a try.”
  • Scorpio: “Crazy on You” by Heart - “My love is the evening breeze touching your skin, the gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind.” / “Wild man’s world in crying in pain, what you gonna do when everybody’s insane, so afraid of fortune, so afraid of you, what you gonna do?”
  • Sagittarius: “Kiss Me Deadly” by Lita Ford - “I went to a party last Saturday night, I didn’t get laid, I got in a fight, uh huh, it ain’t no big thing.” / “I know what you like, I know you like dancing with me, kiss me once, kiss me twice, c’mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly.
  • Capricorn: “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler - “Every now and then I get little bit nervous that the best of all my years have gone by.” / “Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I’m only falling apart, there’s nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.”
  • Aquarius: “Zombie” by the Cranberries - “But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family, in your head, in your head, they are fighting with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns.” / “What’s in your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie?”
  • Pisces: “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane - “And if you go chasing rabbits and you know you’re going to fall, tell ‘em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call.” / “And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom and your mind is moving slow.”

Grey’s Anatomy: The Other Side of This Life (Part II)
At some point, maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves that reality is better. We convince ourselves it’s better that we never dream at all. But, the strongest of us, the most determined of us, hold on to the dream or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream that we never considered. We wake to find ourselves, at all odds, feeling hopeful. And if we’re lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life, the true dream is being able to dream at all.


Dead of Night (1945) | dir. Alberto Cavalcanti, Charles Crichton, Robert Hamer and Basil Dearden

We’re having drinks. You break those glasses of yours, and then, quite suddenly, the room goes dark. And then, Foley, you say something, something about the death of a man I’ve never heard of. And that’s where my dream becomes a nightmare. A nightmare of horror. I feel my will power draining away. I feel I’m in the grip of a force that’s driving me towards something unspeakably evil.

History is not a single line but a double helix. The structure of information in our cells is also the archetypal structure of information in the twistings and turnings of the species through time. What starts out in one position ends up in its opposite, and the dream of liberation becomes the nightmare of recollectivization.
—  William Irwin Thompson, Darkness and Scattered Light
Othertale AU

AU Creator: ArtisticVicu 

Official AU Blog: No

Creator Tracked Tags: Yes

AU Canon: Undertale is nothing more than a dream; a dream that slowly becomes a nightmare as time passes. Unlike Undertale, our main character is Sans, Sans the Skeleton, and, sadly, he is our dreamer, living reset after excruciating reset in Undertale till, at last, he wakes. Mind filled with nothing but what he lived in Undertale, Sans struggles to regain the memories he had lost and return to the person that everyone remembers. Thing is, the world he has awoken to is nothing like Undertale.

You see, in Othertale, humans and monsters live in the Undergrounds - yes, plural. The Underground that Sans has awoken in is just like Undertale with a few discrepancies. For one, it is much larger and the humans are fully integrated into society. There is no hate, no fighting (except for the occasional drunken brawl and corrupted person) between the races. After all, when the Overworld was polluted due to the war between humans and monsters, the subsequent generations decided to put aside their differences. However, Sans quickly learns that this utopia he has awoken to is not as worry free as portrayed.

The toxic atmosphere is slowly seeping into the Undergrounds and Sans, as a scientist, had been working to find a solution but, due to his trip into Undertale (in a sense), Sans has lost that knowledge. Will he regain his memory? Will he regain it in time to do something? But why had his mind created Frisk, Chara, the other six children, and Flowey?

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