OLDER*BROTHER

it's yours, brother. i think it always has been.

[hirudegarn]

risingsouls·     /     gohan

            “ Oh, Goten? ” Gohan hardly noted the unnatural commencement of conversation. The Konatsian had intrigued the hybrid from their first meeting. Though his mother hadn’t approved of the fictional tales of heroism he found himself drawn to, Tapion embodied the heroes from those stories, from the sword down the the magical ocarina. “ Don’t worry about upsetting him. He’s a pretty happy-go-lucky kid and doesn’t let much bother him for long. ”

            Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn’t help his nervous chuckle. After all the years of such compliments, Gohan felt humbled by them. Undeserving of such praise to some regard. “ A little bit, yeah. Oddly enough, my mom was actually the one to teach him the basics of martial arts. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 — 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄, though, perhaps, under more brutal circumstances. Tapion reflects on his and Minotia’s play-spars, before the war, and smiles in a small, almost private, way. “ I respect that — admire it, even. We didn’t brawl much back home. Didn’t have much reason to, initially. ”

“ You’ve done a lot of good. I just hope that I can repay all that you and your family have done for me . . . If you’ll let me, of course. ” There’s an itch at the back of Tapion’s mind, one that tells him that he is undeserving of the hospitality, after all the ruin he’s caused. But this is his home now, and he has to remember that. 

[leneemusing]

more angst for you losers

“  how could i possibly trust you again after…everything?  ” “  won’t you at least let me try to make things better?  ” “  please don’t look at me like that.  ” “  stop trying to fix me.  ” “  i thought i could save you. but you can’t pull someone out of a storm if they won’t even take your hand.  ” “  what aren’t you telling me?  ” “  you’re right, you are a monster.  ” “  i keep waiting for you to hurt me.  ” “  how long until you realize i’m here to stay?  ” “  please don’t apologize, because then i won’t be able to help but forgive you and i’m not ready to do that yet.  ” “  sometimes i feel like you’re just waiting for an excuse to leave. ” “  i don’t feel safe here anymore. nowhere feels safe. ” “  i won’t let you ruin us. you’re scared of this but you don’t have to be. ” “  one of these days you’re going to push so hard i won’t be able to pull myself back to you again. ” “  your eyes always look so lost. ” “  loving you is killing me. ” “  i feel like i can’t breathe when you’re not here. ” “  i don’t hate you. but i can’t be in love with you anymore. ” “  why are you looking at me like that? ” “  what happens when i finally fuck up and you finally have to see me for what i am? ” “  i’m scared to let myself want you. ” “  why can’t i be enough? ” “  why won’t you let me help you? why won’t you let me close? ” “  just stay still. let me hold you. ” “  i won’t let you push me away this time. ” “  if you’re so intent on going down this path, then i’m coming with you. ” “  i miss the way you used to smile at me. ” “  i need you. and i hate that i do. ” “  i need to know that you’ll be okay. if something happens to me… ” “  you’re not the person i fell in love with anymore. ” “  why won’t you just let me go? i’m not worth it. ” “  please don’t go. ” “  if you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. do it because i need you. ” “  i can’t fix it this time. ” “  do you know how hard it was to let you go? ” “  i don’t think i’ll ever be over you. ” “  i can’t be angry. i’m too tired. i just want it to be over.  ”

[hirudegarn]

self  -  knowledge  questionnaire

tenderness     :      you are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behavior, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. one danger is being naïve about people’s dark sides. but at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. you bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

neediness     :      being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. this means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. this lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

independence     :      you don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. in sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. you know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

shyness     :      part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. the upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. but when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

sensitivity     :      you have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. it can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. but you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

orderliness     :      you love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. so others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. and you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. but your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

[velociraptorexx]

My friends when they think they’ve finally gotten me to start to opening up:

[hirudegarn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, and his seat is uncomfortable. Tapion is mostly unsure of why they chose this spot, against the chill of the air and the buzzing sound of insects tapping against streetlamps.  . . . A train station  — a poorly kept one, at that. And not one train would be passing through at this odd hour. 

But it was the halfway point between he and Daiten, and he really couldn’t deny. She sounded urgent  — at least he thought she did  — when she called, so he was sure to be quick  ( bringing snacks and first aid, just in case ) . 

He stands, turning quick to find Daiten when he feels her presence. “ Are you alright? ”

@veroxins     /     daiten     <3′d

[hirudegarn]

ozonelasher·     /     kaki

        A strong jaw rolls in response in the following pause as Kaki looks him over again, still trying to make sense of him. As before, she’s unable to recall anything conclusive, and ultimately reconciles with the fact that she may never truly know who this strange fellow could be.

        “Well, Tapion, you are free to leave whenever it is we land,” Kaki says, turning her chin up to him slightly. She moves to step past him and walk back to the ship’s controls, but pointedly turns back to one side to keep him within eyesight. "I would happily drop you off at one of the nearby rocks if you so wanted. However, not only would that be inconvenient for me…“

        She turns her head to look at the map. Still several hours out. She didn’t know why she was looking again – it wasn’t going to change by magic. She sniffs, and fully turns back again to face him, crossing her arms over her chest nonchalantly.

        ”…But it would also be too cruel.” 

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒. Tapion considers the other, looking down at her from where he stands, as he cannot tell whether or not he appreciates her hesitance. “ Your cruelty would be graciously accepted. . . . Beneficial to both you and I, and anyone who might be surrounding. ” Though he doubts that there would be another soul for hundreds of miles.

A small sigh can be heard as he steps away from the conversation. “ But if you insist, then I suppose that I can stay awake for those few hours. ” Sparing a few glances around the ship, Tapion takes careful note of its size— he understands his boundaries clearly.

And once again, he is grateful for the compact environments he always seems to find himself in. At least here, he won’t have to catch himself getting too comfortable.

Tapion would be fine with crawling back and returning to the closet where he emerged from for the rest of the ride. After all, distance is key, to him. But this pilot doesn’t seem like she’d be too keen on letting him out of her sight  ( but then again, he is assuming )  , so he settles.

“ You should get a bigger ship. ” 

[onebyonerp-blog]

Liminal Space Meme

Send me a random number for a starter/drabble with our characters in the setting of a liminal space #1-104 (some repeats, mostly taken from this list)

a playground at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

churches at night

abandoned 7/11’s

your bedroom at 5 am

hospitals at midnight

warehouses that smell like dust

lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore

empty parking lots

ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods

rooftops in the early morning

inside a dark cabinet

A pond on a roof

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

a cornfield next to a country road

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight

hospital waiting rooms 


airports from midnight to 7am

cemeteries 


abandoned penitentiaries 


hilltops at night in full moonlight 


empty barns 


marshes 


really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates 


old stones and henge 


the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it


train tracks that go through the middle of the woods 


bridges 


ancient places 


stands of old growth forest 
rabbit paths off hiking tails 


trails between the main ski hills 


winter twilight


back allies between houses


logging roads


dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees 


libraries before closing


anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise 


the woods during a rainstorm

roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky


train stations after 10 PM


outside, right before a massive storm


the woods just after twilight


the beach in winter


the bottom of swimming pools 


empty beaches when its snowing

back part of a library 


late night empty streets 


highways late at night 


windy roads 


windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road 


abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes) 


anywhere immediately after a really bad fight 


little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts

the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am

firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass

House on a lake

being the only one downstairs on christmas  

stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed

when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road

that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it

a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm

corn fields with the wind blowing over them

malls when they’re about to close for the night

woods at twilight/dawn

being on a train after midnight

theme parks at night

winding back roads with rolling fog


seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy


being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone


hiking trails that have nobody on them 


being alone in an elevator for a few minutes 


looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them


the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night 


tree houses


empty seats on the late night train


4-6 am on a winter morning

Feeling chased

the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning 


stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop


greenhouses that have been left to grow alone


cemeteries in the middle of fields


biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars


swamps with fog 


hotel corridors in the middle of the night


anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is


foggy mornings in a meadow 


that flickering streetlight


working offices at midnight

long, dark hallways

the middle of a park when its snowing

being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach

bonfires

a little lake in the middle of the forest

lonely swings

overgrow field/yard

the woods on a night with a full moon

empty stables

rest stops

empty metro stations that are usually crowded

gas stations on long mountain roads

the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street

[hirudegarn]

“ I’ve met your younger brother, ” and immediately, Tapion inwardly cringes. Not the best way to start a conversation, especially not when he can barely remember said younger brother’s name. “ A good kid . . . Wish I wasn’t so short with him, though I suppose I’ve got more time to make it up to him. ”

. . . And the rest of the city, in any way he can. Reconstruction from Hirudegarn has barely began, and the wreckage is painful to look at. But there’s a here and a now, and he’d much rather focus on that.

“ Does he . . . Do you train him? You — the lot of you — are really skilled fighters. I’ve never seen anything like it before. ” If there was a hint of excitement in his tone, something boyish that he thought he’d left behind, he’d never admit to it.

@risingsouls​     /     gohan    <3′d

[hirudegarn]

@ozonelasher​     /     kaki     :     f.    scott    fitzgerald    prompts

“  Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.  ”

A low hum and small nod in agreement. Tapion doesn’t look up to see Kaki, though he’s near sure she wouldn’t be looking at him either. So instead, he busies himself with his hands, tugging at the fingertips of his gloves and pulling them back on, and again, and again.

“ It just feels so far away. ” And sometimes, he can’t even believe it happened at all. He doesn’t say that though, because he knows it did — one isn’t just born, only to immediately become a man  ( though maybe, becoming a man too quickly is something he knows as well )  .

Tapion huffs, leaning back where he sits. There’s foreign grass beneath him, and it itches his legs through his clothing . . . Much rougher than back home. Konats.

But he spares her a look, finally, and shrugs. “ I can’t say I know if I’d go back to it if I could, though. ” A break in his words, and he casts his gaze away again. He’s only recently become more comfortable with sharing so openly like this; it's not something he's used to. “ There was a lot of good then, but . . . there’s a lot of good now, too. ”

[hirudegarn]

thinking abt my future-verse where trunks kills tapion . ya..................................... ya we are in it deep tonight boys

[laladbzland]

[aiuchihashadow]

[hirudegarn]

ozonelasher·     /     kaki

        That was much better. As he speaks, Kaki remains leaning on the wall, chest heaving in silent relief, pressing a palm to the indentation the blade left on her skin. She looks up as he gestures, and then takes a step forward to get a better look at what he meant. 

        Among a disarray of rare and spare parts, useless baubles, and items yet to be appraised, were familiar wooden remains. A memory flashes in her mind: a shop in a city where it was hot and sunny; an overly friendly seller, seemingly enamored by her; the box pushed in her hands as further compensation for their deal, with insistence that it was antique. After finding the thing didn’t even work –  the machinations inside likely long frozen by rust – she nearly tossed it. But… It did look old. And the outside of it was rather pretty to look at. So ultimately, she kept it, just to see if it really was an antique, and if it could be fixed for a decent enough price. 

        “I… got it from a merchant, several planets ago,” she answers, almost lost in gazing amongst the splinters. 

        Without continuing just yet, Kaki moves further to inspect the closet, the box no longer her concern – just another lost venture. Her hands feel for places this stranger could have hidden in – namely, the largest weapon vessel near the floor, because he was rather tall. But it was still locked shut, with no way to open it, just as it had been since she’d gotten the ship. She stands back up straight again and looks to him with mild perplexion, obviously not believing his story. But she decides not to voice this, as she slides the door shut, just to not further aggravate him.

        “…Well, in case you haven’t figured it out, I can’t put you back. So you’re stuck with me now. For the next several hours, at least.” Her frown deepens a bit. “And just so name-calling doesn’t become a common occurrence between us… I am Kaki.”

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓. He’d rather experience it from the confines of familiarity, and he offers up silent prayers to gods that he’s not sure he believes in anymore. Space is vast and dark, and in its expansive, endless breadth, Tapion doesn’t know what to do — truly, for the first time in one thousand years.

He wonders, how did it fall into the used and calloused and experienced hands of a merchant? His box, so sacred and secret, or so he thought. How many other pairs of hands had he been passed to and between? Is this the first ship he’s inhabited? or one of many?. . . It’s almost too much. Tapion wishes he could run away, but there’s nowhere to go ihere.

At least, he thinks, he can stone his expression. He can’t afford to be vulnerable now.

“ That merchant is a dunce, as is whoever sold it to them first. ” Tapion’s words are quiet, almost still, as he moves to allow Kaki to investigate the closet; no reason to interfere. This doomed feeling in his stomach seems to be a recurrence for him now.

Arms cross over his chest, subtle closing in on himself. The defensive need to recoil and isolate.

Tapion looks down to Kaki, one eyebrow cocked without his own doing. “ I don’t believe there will be any common occurrence between us at all. I want — need — to get out of here, as soon as possible. ”

And then, quietly, “ Tapion. ”

[waterloou]

🥂F. Scott Fitzgerald drabble prompts 🥂

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”

“It takes two to make an accident.”

“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”

“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”

“Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.”

“Human sympathy has its limits.”

“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”

“I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.”

“I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.”

“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”

“You can't live forever; you can't live forever.”

“He’s a peach of a fellow and absolutely first-rate.”

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.

It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.

“Anything can happen now that we've slid over this bridge, anything at all...”

“My own rule is to let everything alone.”

Her beauty was cool as this damp breeze, as the moist softness of her own lips.

“I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.”

“Good luck to you and bad luck to your theories.”

“I used to wonder why they kept princesses in towers”

“Well, it's a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.”

"A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.”

"Debut: the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public."

"All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase — 'I love you.'"

"At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try."

"Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness."

"Forgotten is forgiven."

"Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction."

[hirudegarn]

i know that i refer to tapion as male, using he/him pronouns, that he has a mother and father and brother, but thats really just for simplicity because of the source. but really, he's of an alien species from a planet located galaxies away from earth, thus its view of gender and identity are lightyears different. he doesnt share the same sentiment for gender roles or gendered language as the people of earth do; however they view him and assume his gender based on appearance, he doesn't mind or have preference. he just is.

[hirudegarn]

ozonelasher·     /     kaki

        “Whoa, whoa…!”

        Several steps back are taken, where her gloved hands go up in a defensive gesture – a vain attempt to distance herself from the end of the stranger’s blade. She nearly bumps her head when her back finally meets the wall on the opposite side of the ship, right beside the panel that opened the ship’s doors. 

        Wide eyes lock onto the weapon the stranger holds in his hands, her vision catching a particular shine coming off of the blade – well-sharpened and lethal – that threatens to puncture her neck if she were to follow the instinct to gulp. Taking his lattermost words as a threat, a silver iris flicks up to look him in the eye, stark under a brow that furrows at him in challenge. Yet she doesn’t move, to give him the chance to sheathe his weapon willingly.

        “You best put that away before someone gets hurt.” And if the odds were in her favor, she wasn’t talking about herself. But hopefully things wouldn’t turn out that dicey. "Besides, I don’t think it would be a smart move to kill the pilot of this ship. Wouldn’t you agree?”

        She looks him up and down in the beat that follows, trying to identify who he was or who he may have belonged to – ultimately coming up with nothing.

        “What are you, a pirate?” Not like any she’s ever seen. The pirates she was used to were calculated, sophisticated, and well-numbered. This man – he seemed disoriented, and completely alone. She continues, “How the hell did you get on my ship?”

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 as he listens. Pilot of this ship? That at least explains where he is now, but not how he got there. For reassurance, Tapion turns his sword, just slightly, to enforce the idea that he will not hesitate if given reason, before pulling back and re-sheathing it.

“ I am not pirate, of course, ” lowly, he says, biting his tongue before he can explain that he doesn’t even know what a pirate is. He reaches for the ocarina at his hip, something familiar of a reminder — something familiar to ground him as he takes the first glance around him. It’s unfamiliar, though he’s sure most things may seem as such with how long he’s been out.

Tapion turns back, glowering at her. “ What do you mean how did I get on your ship? You brought me here, from that box. ” An arm is thrown behind him to point at the shattered remains of his music box. He tries not to be annoyed by her lack of understanding; there was no other way he could have been brought aboard. “ Now put me back. ”

He also tries to ignore the itching feeling that it may not be possible for him to return to the safety of confinement.

Tapion had slithered into this life from hell and despair, and he was determined to protect others from it, even if others means a clueless stranger in this case, who doesn’t answer his questions. So he huffs an exhaustive sigh. “ Where did you get this box then, vapid pilot? ”

[onebyonerp-blog]

Liminal Space Meme

Send me a random number for a starter/drabble with our characters in the setting of a liminal space #1-104 (some repeats, mostly taken from this list)

a playground at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

churches at night

abandoned 7/11’s

your bedroom at 5 am

hospitals at midnight

warehouses that smell like dust

lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore

empty parking lots

ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods

rooftops in the early morning

inside a dark cabinet

A pond on a roof

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

a cornfield next to a country road

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight

hospital waiting rooms 


airports from midnight to 7am

cemeteries 


abandoned penitentiaries 


hilltops at night in full moonlight 


empty barns 


marshes 


really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates 


old stones and henge 


the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it


train tracks that go through the middle of the woods 


bridges 


ancient places 


stands of old growth forest 
rabbit paths off hiking tails 


trails between the main ski hills 


winter twilight


back allies between houses


logging roads


dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees 


libraries before closing


anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise 


the woods during a rainstorm

roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky


train stations after 10 PM


outside, right before a massive storm


the woods just after twilight


the beach in winter


the bottom of swimming pools 


empty beaches when its snowing

back part of a library 


late night empty streets 


highways late at night 


windy roads 


windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road 


abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes) 


anywhere immediately after a really bad fight 


little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts

the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am

firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass

House on a lake

being the only one downstairs on christmas  

stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed

when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road

that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it

a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm

corn fields with the wind blowing over them

malls when they’re about to close for the night

woods at twilight/dawn

being on a train after midnight

theme parks at night

winding back roads with rolling fog


seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy


being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone


hiking trails that have nobody on them 


being alone in an elevator for a few minutes 


looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them


the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night 


tree houses


empty seats on the late night train


4-6 am on a winter morning

Feeling chased

the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning 


stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop


greenhouses that have been left to grow alone


cemeteries in the middle of fields


biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars


swamps with fog 


hotel corridors in the middle of the night


anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is


foggy mornings in a meadow 


that flickering streetlight


working offices at midnight

long, dark hallways

the middle of a park when its snowing

being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach

bonfires

a little lake in the middle of the forest

lonely swings

overgrow field/yard

the woods on a night with a full moon

empty stables

rest stops

empty metro stations that are usually crowded

gas stations on long mountain roads

the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street