#dreaming darkly

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Didn't actually mean to create these handsome fellows as they are, but this one looked very appropriate for the role of a Magos of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.

Less Ad Mech, but still very Nurgle.

This is AI generated on Midjourney.

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Utopia- a found poem remix of Dreaming Darkly (40k, E) by @quicksilvermaid​ 

Ao3-style tags: POV Harry Potter, escapism, addiction, ambiguous/open ending

This is a pure found poem- phrases are taken from songs, books, and other poems, and all I did was stitch them together. Source texts are below the cut. This retelling follows a plot that will be much clearer once you’ve read the fic that inspired it, so please check out Dreaming Darkly, a stunning exploration of escapism and addiction that you should read regardless! 

You can also read this poem on Ao3. I’d love to hear your thoughts there ♥️

[sex-storytime]

Apparition

My eyes flutter open. It is late… very late. The night is hot and sticky. I am lying naked in bed, half beneath a white cotton sheet. A cool rush of air through the open bedroom window had sent the curtain rippling out into the room and prompted my awakening. I lie semiconscious, staring up at the ceiling; the room shadowed in darkness except for a ray of moonlight piercing its way across the…

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[brudberg1]

Unprocessed

I dream darkly,like that bile eruptingunprocessedafter eating too much curry,my dreams are built frombitterness of lingering regretsfrom fermented vindicationsremaining still unclaimed. My dreams are draperiesit’s soot and ashmy shroud prepared,My t-shirt clings to skin,bedsheets tangledas if I just escapedthe spectre ofmatters told unsolvedor things in silence left. AfterwardsI feel the…

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[mobilepubliclibraryteens]

Ivy Bloodgood’s mother is dead, and she should probably be sad about it. But she isn’t. Myra Bloodgood was confusing mix of protective and abusive, a manipulative personality who never told the truth—about where she came from, who Ivy’s father was, or why they were living their lives on the run. Now that Ivy has been sent to Darkhaven, an island off the New England coast, to live with a rich uncle she didn’t know existed, she is forced to reckon with her mother’s past. Ivy can tell right away there are long-held family secrets buried within these walls, but when she wakes up from one of her nightmares covered in someone else’s blood, Ivy fears that whatever demons her mother battled while she was alive have come to roost in her own mind. Scared that she can no longer trust what she sees, Ivy seeks the help of a boy who thinks her episodes are connected to the sordid history of Darkhaven—but what they don’t know might kill them both.

[mdnightsociety]

YA Horror in 2019: Dreaming Darkly by Caitlin Kittredge

I tend to spend a lot of time looking through upcoming book lists and was delighted to find this dark diamond. Have you heard of Dreaming Darkly? I hadn’t until today but it looks amazing.

The below cover and summary are from the Epic Reads website. In fact, the Goodreads blurb, which is slightly different, boasts this novel as “A moody and twisty gothic mystery with an impossible romance, Dreami…

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[sivvywrites]

Dreaming Darkly

Title: Dreaming Darkly

Rating: PG13

Summary: 

It's crowded and he can't see anything. A laugh and a familiar mess of hair draws his attention to a pair sitting off to his side.

AN: For husky's birthday. Happy birthday and I hope your day turns out better than the guy in the MC's vision.

It's crowded and he can't see anything. A laugh and a familiar mess of hair draws his attention to a pair sitting off to his side. "Oh wow and I thought my co-workers are bad, hate to be around yours," Kita, the leaner man sitting to the right, says before taking a sip of whatever it is in the white mug he's wrapped his hands around. (It's probably coffee, he thinks to himself privately, his uncle had always had an affinity for the caffeine rich drink. A result of early mornings and late nights spent at the hospital no doubt.)

"Mmm yes, my companions tend to be ... far too trigger happy when they get emotional. I assume that yours don't tend to make mistakes that affect many people?" He frowns to himself and tries to get a better look at the man that Kita is speaking with. He doesn't recognize him, not from his uncle's workplace nor from any colleagues he has chanced to see so far. A stranger? Who though, and how long in the future is this supposed to happen?

The smile slips off his uncle's face as he looks pensively down at the cup, he ignores the conversation in favor of looking around his surroundings. It's warm, trees and plants dot the pedestrian walkway where he's standing, and the buildings are in a colorful colonial style with shuttered windows. He tries to think of places, warm with a obvious European presence, that they could be when he's interrupted by the sound of plates being placed on a table. His uncle's table.

Kita grins when he notices the plates of food and turns to thank the waiter before digging into his. His 'friend' watches him as he eats, almost as if to be sure he's eaten it, and he narrows his eyes. Whoever this man is, he can't be trusted. He wants to say something, even shouts his uncle's name to get his attention, but this is merely a vision of things to come and incorporeal echos of the past don't actually have a presence in the future.

His uncle's 'friend' turns to his plate and says something that he can't make out a moment later. Kita looks up at his companion, almost as if he didn't understand what was said or he couldn't believe what was said. There's a scuffle nearby and a loud murmur bubbles from the crowd as there's some sort of disturbance that's getting closer and closer and- the sound of a gunshot makes him wake up in cold sweat.

The reality of the vision chills him even further. He had dreamed his uncle's death, and he didn't know how to prevent it from happening. (He wasn't sure if he could even prevent it from happening. )