I was supposed to write while the kids napped but uhhhhhhh I have not
I was supposed to write while the kids napped but uhhhhhhh I have not
Warnings: Spiders, Nightmares, Reader has a bad relationship with their parents, mentions of killing
There was something in your eye. You had been wiping at it for minutes, trying to get whatever it was out of your eye, but to no avail.
You tried again, looking down at your hand afterwards hoping you finally managed to remove the object from your eye. What you saw on the tip of your index finger almost made your blood freeze. A spider. You had wiped a tiny little spider out of your eye, and it was very much alive.
The eight legged creature was about as big as a grain of salt, almost too small to see, but as you stared at it it seemed to grow, until it was almost the size of the palm of your hand.
You were frozen in shock, too horrified to even scream. The only thought that ran through your mind was "That thing was in my eye. In my fucking eye."
It's body was lean, almost shaped like that of an ant, black with an orange pattern and it's legs were thin and long like needles.
You held it by one of it's legs, afraid it might escape and try to crawl back into your eye.
You left your room, walking towards the living room and yelled for your mother.
"Mom! Mom, help me, there was a spider in my eye!"
As you stood in the doorway to the living room, crying and holding the spider out for your mother to inspect she didn't even look up from the newspaper she was reading.
"Mom! Please! My eye- That thing was in there!"
No reaction. Your mothers ears seemed deaf to your pleas as she turned the page, smiling all the while.
With a jolt you woke up, looking around you quickly realized you were in the nest the boys had built for you in the cave, right beneath their sleeping spot, because you were too scared of falling down to sleep up in the rafters with them.
It had only been a nightmare.
Dwayne was sitting next to you on the bed of blankes and pillows, a worried look on his face, and you realized you must have woken him up with your crying.
"Hey. You okay? Seemed like you were having a pretty bad dream so I woke you up."
You nodded, not quite trusting yourself to speak, and wiped the tears from your face. As your fingers brushed over your right eye you couldn't help but shudder.
You had to remind yourself it had only been a dream. There wasn't actually a spider in your eye. No way. Things like that didn't happen in real life.
Dwayne noticed how upset you still were from the nightmare and pulled you close in a comforting hug.
As you buried your face in the crook of his neck you threw a quick glance towards the ceiling, noticing the other boys were all asleep.
"Sorry I woke you up." You muttered against Dwayne's neck.
He was the lightest sleeper out of the group, so it didn't surprise you that he was the only one awake.
"Don't worry about it." Dwayne was rubbing soothing circles on your back, softly rocking you back and forth and you were already starting to feel much calmer.
"Wanna tell me what you dreamt about?" Dwayne gently asked, not wanting to further upset you but knowing you might feel better if you let it all out.
You explained how you had been back in your parents home in the dream, about the spider in your eye and how your mother took no notice of your cries for help.
"Just when I thought I never have to see her again she has to come and mock me in my dreams."
Dwayne knew of your bad relationship with your parents, it had been one of the reasons you had first come to live with the boys, before they decided to turn you.
You had even contemplated making them your first victims, but ultimately decided against it. You didn't want your parents to have a part in your becoming a vampire, not even by serving as your first meal. Besides, letting them live with the doubt about where you could have disappeared to, what could have happened to you, seemed like a good revenge for all the years they made your life living hell. But a part of you couldn't help but wonder if they even cared. Maybe they weren't sad because you were gone from their lives. Maybe it even brought them joy to imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to you, maybe they were laughing at the thought of you dead in a ditch somewhere right now, how were you to know?
As these thoughts raced through your head you snuggled closer to Dwayne again, seeking his comfort.
The way you almost disappeared in the bigger vampire's embrace always made you feel safe. In the weeks since you had become a vampire you had come to appreciate his calm nature, he was like the grounding element of your life, always there to keep you steady and hold you together when you thought you would fall apart.
He didn't say anything, simply holding you and letting you cry on his shoulder.
As your thoughts went back to your parents time and time again, no matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you made a decision.
"I changed my mind. I wanna kill them."
He didn't have to ask who you meant.
"Alright, Princess. We'll talk it over with the others tonight, then you can go kill them with one of us while the others find someone else to eat."
You hummed in response.
After a moment you asked "Can you come kill them with me?"
Dwayne kissed the top of your head before answering "Sure. Now try to get some more sleep, there's still a few hours left until the sun goes down."
deltarune chapter 2 spoilers (nothing story-heavy but just in case)
i see your maidcello and i raise you… butler olive :)
i loved ralsei’s lil suit so fucking much, i HAD to y’all im simply a vessel for god to work his magic through
the way my friends and i have been tearing up randomly the past few days because my friend just left for uni like..,,. this is Love
Scene 1&2: These two scenes for me show the dedication to the subject and their expression and not necessarily just the camera. I thought this particular sequence was poignant and beautiful, not just for the subject at hand that he was photographing, more the way in which he goes about the whole photographing process, how he can by medium of camera but as photographer grasp complex stories. I also thought the voiceover mixed with the close-up shots of the woman and child (Violence vs. Calm) very powerful.
Scene 3: Drawing and photography I feel are similar as observation is concerned. I thought this sequence was interesting. It is clear that for platon, observation through drawing and the camera (by medium of pencil and lense) and observing/talking to his subjects for hours on end, he is able to encapsulate a certain feeling/emotion that really comes out in his photographs.
Scene 4: I like the way the doc merges the idea of architecture, specifically in this instance modernist/brutalist structures with Platon's photography. The simple bold and clear resonates true when we are confronted with his portraits. He gives his subjects portraits importance such as designing an architectural piece.
spending your lunch period with your friend in class and helping them correct their math test is the truest form of love tbh
Agathon: “I would not be able to resist you, Socrate”
Socrate: “It’s the truth, dear Agathon, that you can’t resist”
Me: Why does that sound like a fanfiction?
Imagining late night walks with your platonic f/o and talk about things that are on your mind is kind of therapeutic.
hey friends where are all the platonic couple poses
on another note i want ship(s) that aren’t platonic (to be very specific, meaning something romantic) with kerry so very much ough
Naruto wakes up after being knocked out in a fight, has blurry vision and sees a pink hair: Mom?
Sakura: Naruto can you hear me?
Naruto: Oh that’s not mom, that’s my beautiful best friend Sakura
What I read: “Le Banquet” of Platon
What I remember:
-Phaedrus saying “Those who say Achille was Patroclus’s top are wrong! Achille was obviously the bottom!”
-The love triangle between Socrate, Agathon and Alcibiade
Somebody. Literally, anybody: So this is the precise method of how various people have gotten killed/possessed/frightened in this haunted place.
Sonia: Well, now I want to try it!
I know that I often talk about how much I love 🗡🕸 in a romantic context but you know whats also good? Platonic 🗡🕸. Just the two being bffs and very close and shit while being just friends. Still makes me feel soft inside
Dad! Thomas sitting on the front porch stressing about kid Virgil because he is walking home for the first time from the bus stop. Thomas is worried but then as Virgil walks up to the house he is with another kid, who is making him smile and laugh really hard, this kid is Roman. The next door neighbor. Thomas is happy Virgil made a friend who could make it smile so bright, the sun would need sunglasses.
Do you know what I wanna do? Have a self care night with Armin. Me stealing one of his hoodies and a pair of sweats cause his clothes are comfortable af. Doing those weird sheet masks that i lowkey hate with cucumbers on our eyes. Doing each other’s makeup cause he’s really good at it for some reason. Baking/cooking together in the kitchen which is really me sitting on the counter reading him the instructions cause cooking lowkey scares me. Playing just dance cause we’re competitive when it comes to each other. Playing uno which ends up with me telling him he’s cheating when he’s just a fucking strategist. Us making a blanket pile on the floor and watching movies while cuddling enjoying each other’s company.