#stantrell

[lubethesystem]

goodnight to the three other layne/jerry shippers. have sweet dreams of those fucks kissing and whatnot.

[peanutbutterex]

I was inspired by this audio, and felt the need to make the gayest interpretation possible.

Also i only realized after i colored her hands that Nona wears white gloves despite looking at a reference pic i am so sorry

[lubethesystem]

gif of layne and jerry locket kissing (sunglasses edition)

tumblr has given me free will.

[lubethesystem]

more of my lovely little layne and jerry miis

they're so cute. the only people on this grunge island that got together correctly. everyone else is a hot mess except for my endgame.

ps - for those who are confused by jerrys shirt: it says "im so fucking gay for layne" in front and "#1 slut for staley" on the back and sleeves. you're welcome.

psps - they had a kid. that's all.

[lubethesystem]

⋮ "angels are dreaming of you" - lubethesystem

⤷ ⋮ if you'd like to read: angels are dreaming of you

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"i'm wasted in time, and looking everywhere, i don't care where, i don't care where. angels are dreaming of you."

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⤷ ⋮ pairing: layne staley / jerry cantrell [alice in chains]

⤷ ⋮ word count: 5.7k

⤷ ⋮ cw: heroin use / drug abuse mentioned. layne is also coming down from a high during the entire fic.

⤷ ⋮ tags: angst, drug use, implied sexual content (if you so see it that way), ambiguous / open ending, open to interpretation, implied/referenced drug use, pining, reminiscing, song: cotton crown by sonic youth, heroin (layne is also coming down during this. still high but yk. take that as you will), ambiguous time period.

⋮ small snippet..

It clicked in a sudden bullet hole, then. Exactly what he wanted, who he wanted. In a merciless attempt at regaining control over fixation, he attempted to juxtapose that, too. All to avails that rendered him feeble. He couldn't command that hunger. The way that the thoughts seemed to manifest in sparse layers of melodic chimes, rather than the cocksure sporadic nothingness he'd internalized his own beliefs to be, that was a natural settlement.  He almost swore that he'd spoken aloud, right through the fog that was currently the strain within—said something of name, of note—even in its futile nature regarding the current asphyxiated circumstance. There was a fervency in the fact that he could not simply shake the behavior out of that echoing chamber, dissolving by the minute as both the fallout and sleaziness approached his subconscious by a superfluous degree. It sat, festered, lingering in raw heat; because he knew. He couldn't avoid, couldn't change, or shift, or shake it out, like intrinsic hell, the bell toiled, he fucking knew. Right at the striking velocity he expected, he was lured by the prospect, the utterance that he took for granted in dabbled misrememberings. The way he could still picture all things fondly in the palm of his hand, slipping through his fingers, yet still what he clawed to keep as a memento. He could see in the sweet shine of light, put a face to the name, which oftentimes automatically came to his insight in more ferocious cycles than he'd ever admit.  There was shame in such a common trepidation, crawling down his spine in rusted nails, poking and prodding at his stability, at whatever nerves cascaded down the bone to keep him functioning. It was a thrumming, blown-out speakerbox that whirred and whirled tumultuously; whispering in sacred bouts of nauseating clarity.

or; layne finds himself irrevocably high and lonely. he dwells. he yearns. its all too much to bear.

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heres my contribution to the famished nation of yaoi-loving miscreants. i came up with this concept on friday and speedran writing throughout the weekend to end up with this extreme storm of.. drug-induced yearning? cool.

i extend much gratitude to both my typical beta reader (@yarn-scraps) as well as @downtuneddrugdeath for proofing this one (esp to cainespider for helping with accurately portraying the high itself. his guidance genuinely SAVED MY ASS.)

ummm feel free to message me or ask questions in my box about this OR any fics ive done.. or maybe request me an idea and i might do it,,, maybe.

[lubethesystem]

my layne and jerry miis...

day one of them being on my island and they're already married. woke up today to layne asking about having children.

jerry often sings love ballads to layne in this game btw. it's really cute.

[lubethesystem]

my favorite pass time as of late has been rewatching unplugged and then counting every time jerry yearningly looks at layne

[lubethesystem]

hi, wife! This ask is going to be a lot smaller than the last one. But, I just wanted to know, what was the intent behind the very-present alliteration in your most recent fic "angels are dreaming of you"? And what was the meaning behind the bell metaphor, beyond the significance it holds to Jerry's last name? That's it for now, byebye.

hi wife! im so erect for you! thanks for feeding my horniness baba.. oh, so sexy, so sexy (i say as you read over my shoulder.)

before i answer, to avoid spoiler shit -> here's where one can read 'angels are dreaming of you' if interested

1. use of alliteration

the alliteration was a choice made to accentuate the overall sleaze of the narration. the whole story is very stream of consciousness, gloopy, and dreamlike in the way that i attempted to describe the concoction of the logic & emotion involved in the comedown. by repeating surrealist terms in obscurity, it felt more 'rapidfire,' especially considering how in the terms of sensation, there is present physical manifestation of guilt. basically, when read aloud (i actually did a recorded audiobook/audiofic version of it, if you're curious,) it really hammers in the points in a heavy emotional lens.

my works are both hindered and accentuated by an acute awareness of emotion. i attempt to convey emotions over all else, and aim to do so in a poignant or striking velocity, in hopes of making points and stances delivered with a profound empathy exuded from the reader. by throwing in the devices i did, i ultimately attempted to convey the perspective of confliction drawn by a severed sense of belonging, expended from the natural circumstances that were presented. alliteration just shoots out certain statements in digestible and/or memorable strides, focusing majorly on the feelings portrayed.

2. bell metaphors and such

for anyone that doesn't know: quick lesson that i learned from one of (whom i consider anyway) the founding fathers of this niche ass fandom.

the surname 'cantrell' (stemming from the root 'cant' -> to sing) means 'singing bells'

could also translate to singer, or bell ringer, (derivative from the french word 'chanterelle,' meaning 'small bell/treble.') depending on the source. i fact checked.

WITH THAT NOW IN THE RING.. (haha bell joke haha)

the use of the bell metaphors for jerrys presence were done both for the aforementioned connotations of his surname, as well as bells representing clarity. the desire comes more significantly when layne isn't high, (or, he surmises such within the fic.) so, during that limbo of high-sober, the affections and yearning bouts come especially vexing because there's still a false sense of security within this piece's context. he thinks he can avoid it whilst even barely high, when that is not the case. similar to the unexpected reaction when one is perturbed by a loud noise, such as a bell, the sudden references catch layne in vulnerability.

generally jerry is represented by musical references throughout the fic. you'll notice mentions of harmony, cacophony, a need for song, and, of course, the bells (to name a few.)

okay, that's all from me. as always feel free to ask me questions about my fics (or, anything else) in my ask box or in dms. much love :)