The Corinthian wanders in, a hand in his pocket, the other pushing open the door to enter the shop. The nightmare lets out a hum, browsing the shelves before his attention landed on her. “Quite the shop you got here. Are you perhaps the owner?”

she  sensed  a  shift  in  energy  before the  stranger  had  even  crossed  the  threshold  of  her  shop. "yes i'm miss constance, owner  of  this  shop. are  you  interested  in  a  particular  decade,  sir?"  she  said  calmly, greeting  him  with  a  polite  smile ; trying  not  to  show that  she  was...  tense.  his  aura  was...  heavy.  dark.  something  was...  something  was  wrong...  it  was  different  than  she  usually  felt.  brown  eyes  looked  at  the  stranger  -  he  definitely  belonged  among the  living.  not  a  ghost.  not  a  lost  soul.  not  a  werewolf.  what  was  he?

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

"do you believe in ghosts?"

❝ ghosts  are  real,  that  much  i  know.  i've  seen  them  all  my  life. ❞

"What are you, if I may ask? You seem... unfamiliar to me. Unknown."

❝ are  you  asking  if  i  am  ...  human  or  something  else? my  mother  was  a  human  being  and  my  father... no. it's  a  bit  bizarre,  but i  turned  out  to  be  an  omen  of  death,  a  lesser-known  'cousin'  of  the  banshee. ❞

Grave Encounters Directed by The Vicious Brothers (2011)

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺  𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵  𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭  𝘮𝘦  𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯  𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦  𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴  𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱  𝘰𝘧  𝘮𝘺  𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.  𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘰𝘧  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭  𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭  𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.  𝘮𝘺  𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥  𝘪𝘴  𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥  𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘰𝘶𝘵.   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐱𝐱𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦-𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

(💕 independent & semi-selective 18+ marvel cinematic universe oc. created by alex. )

𝒪𝒩𝒞𝐸  𝒰𝒫𝒪𝒩  𝒜  𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒜𝑀. ; sandman fanfiction  based  on  the  role-play  story  plotted by @lucidxxdreamer & @thenightmareofyourdrems. ; written by alex @lucidxxdreamer

a  dream  walker  can't  exist  without  the  dreaming.  a  mystical  bond  that  cannot  be  broken,  ever.  one  cannot  exist  without  the  other.  being  cut  off  from  astral  plane. it hurts,  like  losing  a  limb,  like  losing  something  that  had  always  been  a  part  of  it.  it  aches like  not  being  able  to  breathe, agony  of  not  being  able to dream. something  bad  was  going  on  with  her.... something  wrong. there  was  something,  something  nasty  eating  away  at  her  from  the  inside.  hatred,  anger  and  rage  growing  in  her  system,  like  a  cancer  spreading  in  every  cell.  negative  emotions  poisoning  from  the  inside,  filling  the  void  that  was  left  by  being  cut  off  from  the  dreaming.  something  evil,  something  rotten. the  sickness. the  corruption. but this  is  what  she  wanted,  what  she  craved.  sever  the  ties  with  the  dream  world,  break  the  emotional  bond with oneiros.  pull  him  out  of  her  life,  throw  him  out.   she  hated  him  so  much,  despised  him.  he  took  so  much  from  her. morpheus stole  her  freedom, broke her mind  and failed  her  trust. he  broke  her  heart. this  is  what  she  desired.   and  desire  always  keeps  their  promises...   right  dear  brother?

don't  walk  away,  don't  walk  away,  oh  when  the  world  is  burning. don't  walk  away,  don't  walk  away,  oh  when  the  heart  is  yearning. ; ash & dream angsty edit for @thenightmareofyourdrems (<3)

                                            #SPACE     JESUS.

&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  platonic  ships  are  just  as  important  as  romantic  ones!  so  here’s  some  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  friendship  needs!  feel  free  to  change  as  you  seem  fit.  )