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Just a piece of my daydreaming

tw blood torture and mention of death

At some point, Dream began to pray. There was simply nothing else to do. God's alms are his last hope. He did not even ask for release or an end to the torture. He didn't ask for food or sunlight. Dream didn't need it anymore.

He asked for death.

Any. Dream himself believed that he did not deserve a painless death. Sometimes in his prayers he wished for a knife or a sword. At least one piece of glass. Not that Dream thought he would be able to kill himself, but he wouldn't give up the right to try.

More often than not, he whispered prayers at the end of Quackity's visits.

"I wish I could bleed to death."

Then Dream tried to look as non-painful as possible, so that Quackity would think that he could stand it more. To deliver a blow that he couldn't survive. So that he doesn't have time to run to the bars for regeneration potions and a bucket of cold water.

Coming back from the dead is the worst feeling of all. When Dream was already mentally saying goodbye to everyone and allowed himself a slight smile, thinking that it was over, but then he woke up screaming on the floor again, in a puddle of water, blood and potions. And then Quackity punished him for it. Quackity did not give permission to die.

Another unpleasant experience is getting lost in days. When he lost consciousness in the process of another torture, and woke up when the bars were lowered again and Quackity started a new one.

translated one of my recent works. tbh worried that I've made a lot of mistakes but anyway

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55184077

“I was just walking around the neighborhood and noticed that your light was on. I come in, and you're lying here half-dead.”

“And how long has the light been an invitation to enter?”

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Tommy got sick on MCC's day, and Dream was there. The actins take place during the early L'manberg period.

... peekaboo, @enderpearlnecklace :) Sooo I hope you enjoy your gift! I had an absolute BLAST working on it, and I hope that comes through in the fic itself, and I hope this is within the limits of what you asked me??;; fantasy is a lil tricky thank you to @oceansblessings for the beta-reading help! and thank you to @mcytblraufest for organizing the event! Happy summer!

A Moment of Rain

A kind of teaser for an immortal tommy fic surrounding this sort of concept that I’m making! I hope you enjoy!

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Tommy lifts his head as the sky’s water pours down himself. He stares at the deep dark clouds above him as they drift softly across the sky - a large contrast to the aggressive winds and rain surrounding the whole area. He stands in the center of a crowd of scurrying people, trying to get themselves inside. They are fast, rushing. They are always rushing, Tommy notices. But, he is not.

Over Tommy's long cursed life, he's learned many things. Most importantly, to take in moments as they are while you still have them - otherwise, you take them for-granted. 

As Tommy stands and stares, the faint words of a song drift through his ears. A song of a nation brought up through the ideals of freedom, only ending in trapping those it was built to save. A true parallel to his cursed life of a constant seeming freedom from looking at this cursed fate in concept, without outsiders seeing what it truly means. What people don’t notice is… he is like an iceberg, he is not as he seems from the outside of his icy mountain. 

On the outside he is seen as tall, mighty, even intimidating for some. He should not exist in this time period, his time should have run out, yet he continues. That scares those with logical minds that don't think of the other side of the world’s coin. But, like on the bottom of icebergs, he is only more than those see. Many lifetimes of memories, of experiences and grief and lessons. His feet dangle in the dark and watery abyss of death, yet no creature in existence can grab him and yank him into the other side. No matter how long or how deep his feet sink, he will never take a final gasp of air.

As Tommy stares, the sounds of laughter and splashes fill his ears. Two children playing together off to the side of the road, as an older boy yells for them to come back inside. A memory of long long ago flashes in the cracked crystal blue eyes of the immortal. A sight of two children, while they were still able to be children, playing and dancing in the rain and puddles of a young nation of seeming freedom. But, little did they know, they were naive. They did not take in that moment as much as they should have, and so it passed them by and they realized that moment would never be able to be replicated again the day after, the day they first experienced the stripping of their childhood and the growth of the need to mature too quickly than any human - especially child - should.

As Tommy stares, he can hear countless voices say many things in the distance. Many words with various meanings and pressures and memories attached. Hatred, celebration, betrayal, happiness, loss, thankfulness, fear, encouragement. Words belonging to a story that lasted a lifetime, one that would seem to be beautifully tragic from the book the reader finds it from.  Except, the storyteller outlives the lifetime, and betraying all odds and all people including himself, he stays and continues. Because the storyteller doesn’t have a choice. That choice was taken away by the one he must keep from taking away that choice from others.

As he stands, now with his eyes closed, he sees two boys in his mind. Not men, but boys, children. One of half and half, another of brown hair and a green shirt. He stares in his blank yet full mind, he watches, a place deep inside of him at the depths of the dark abyss longing for the time where they were real. Before he watched as they slowly disappeared through a choice taken from almost every human as they came into the world. The one in the abyss reminisces of the time when they first discovered of the curse that would fall upon the blonde, he smiles when they promise that they will stay for as long as time allows them. But time is a cruel guardian, and his smile will eventually turn bittersweet.

And so, he stands, he sees as the boys stayed, and stayed, and stayed. They keep their promise. All until they can’t. All until time no longer allows their promise to continue.

And, as he stands there, he takes his time to stay and enjoy the feeling of the rain. He takes this moment to listen to the sounds of the roaring wind, feeling it brush against his hair and clothes, to see the calming and contrasting clouds above. He waits as he thinks, all until he has no more thoughts to circle through his brain. 

And as the people around him hurry and rush and run and breeze past this small moment, he takes it all in and gives it the time it deserves.

Because he's learned. He's learned to take the moments as they are while they're here, because you never know when it will no longer be possible for the moment to be taken in again.

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Ao3 link! vvv

archiveofourown.org/works/31032029 

CHAPTER 1 OF MY IMMORTAL TOMMY AU (FT. BEEDUO) IS OUT NOW!

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