LyraNebula
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Here began all my dreams (the saddest thing I’ve ever seen) by LyraNebula
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
12 Jan 2026
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And it’s warm, glowing, the sun incarnate. Something soft at the end of the nightmare. The way light catches on the relief as you realise none of it was real. Except it is real. Both the fear and the relief. And it’s a boy. A golden boy. Doe eyes and soft smiles. Will.
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Mike gets trapped in Vecnas mind, and travels through his memories of Will, confronting some aspects about himself along the way.
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Water, given enough time and consistency, will, eventually, erode rock; and isn't that exactly what Childe had done - could do? Erode him down to his core until he's spilling emotions he didn't think he would ever be capable of again, so completely unaware, as inconspicuous as a consistent raindrop in a downpour, smile beautiful as always and eyes deeper than the ocean - the abyss, and Zhongli wants nothing more than to scoop him up in his arms and whisper every confession, every secret he's buried underneath layers upon layers of rock, and stone, and contracts.
//or a fic in which zhongli sits underneath a tree and has many realisations about himself (and his feelings for a certain ginger harbinger)
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God made things divine (so I could write them on your skin) by LyraNebula for yk_ithadtohappen
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
29 Sep 2021
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The boy was there, the same one, the one with the brown hair and the dark eyes, and moves that were just as enthralling as ever, and even if he wanted to, Dream knew that he couldn’t move his eyes away no matter how hard he tried
He danced with the grace of the leaves in autumn, moments before they were whisked away with the wind, a drawn out moment of eternalised beauty, encapsulated within a boy. Concepts such as mortality could never have graced the lips of such virtue, and he almost felt the need to hold his breath, as though a single stray gust would, much like the wind, snatch this moment away, and send the boy clattering to the ground in shards of thousands of tiny pieces.
//Dnf Ballet au :]
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He knew then, more than he had known at any previous time, that he had really and truly lost him. That the boy who’d hummed sweet symphonies into his ear, whose laugh had rung out like thousands of tiny bells, the boy who’d marvelled at rocks and conjured up pretty shells just for him was gone, replaced by an entity consumed by divinity, coated and cloaked in an ice that stung in an electric blue. Knew that, as he stood in the rubble of what dream would call ‘divinity’ and what he would call ‘imprisonment’ that there was no turning back. Not now, not ever, and that maybe despite everything, this had been inevitable all along.
//Gods AU where George is reminiscing on how things are and how they used to be.
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When the world crumbles (stay by my side?) by LyraNebula
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
17 May 2021
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George had never seen the stars, had only ever heard stories about the millions of tiny pinpricks of light that used to litter the sky in the dark. They were beautiful, they were glorious, and he had to choke back a sob as he felt himself extend his hand to the sky - wanting nothing more than to move closer, to lose himself in between them, to entwine his hand around the velvety fabric of the night, and pull it closer to him, until it encased him completely, until he wasn't sure where he ended and the stars began.
For the first time in his life, he was rendered truly and utterly speechless.
//Dream and George meet at the end of the world
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Jokes to Tell when the Apocalypse is Over by afiniteredwood for Lucid__Dreamer
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
07 Sep 2024
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Etho looks lonely. That's all Bdubs can come up with. There, halfway down the alleyway, surrounded by piles of zombie bodies, face smeared with flesh and poison, mask and hair drenched in sweat, Etho looks lonely. He turns, dragging his sword after him, arms shaking, and meets Bdubs' gaze.
He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, something animal and fearful, and Bdubs runs to catch him before he collapses. Another grief-stricken noise escapes Etho's throat and he stumbles forward into Bdubs' arms, head against the bell of Bdubs' throat. He's sobbing, dripping tears down Bdubs' shirt, chest heaving with every breath he takes that threatens to tear him apart. He clutches at Bdubs' back, nails sharp and tearing into Bdubs' shirt, some desperate scramble for control.
"I love you," he says again, like a broken record. His voice breaks. "I love you. I'm sorry. I know you're tired."
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This is not about Etho. This is not about Bdubs. This is not about love, that old corpse. This is just about the apocalypse.
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Bookmarked by LyraNebula
22 Jan 2026
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Devastating. In a lonely way. In a way that makes me think of love, and what it leaves behind. It’s an old building, and I don’t think I can leave.
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My contribution to MerMay.
Will was just trying to keep his head low and his bills paid. The job at the Research Center for Ocean Life was easy, quiet, and it kept food in his belly. Everything was going well until he saw something in the Deep Sea enclosures he couldn't explain.
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His sneakers slid across the soap, making him windmill his arms and for a moment, the safety training video he’d watched a few weeks prior played on a loop in his head, scolding him for not wearing no-slip shoes.
“No. Nope. No fucking way,” he panted through chattering teeth as he found his footing and leaned his back against the door.
He kept his eyes locked on the enclosure, waiting for the light to show up again or for his mind to come up with a better explanation than there was a fucking alien in a tank less than a hundred feet away from him. He waited almost half an hour before he found his nerve and crept back to retrieve the mop. He didn’t bother to clean the glass, justifying it with the lack of time he had left in his shift rather than the queasy feeling in his stomach and uncomfortable, primal fear of being confronted with something he had no logical explanation for.
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Bookmarked by LyraNebula
12 Jan 2026
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Fuck me sideways this was beautifully done. Incredibly bittersweet and I fear it’ll remain seated within my heart for a very long time to come.
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It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.
Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.
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Bookmarked by LyraNebula
03 Jan 2024
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Quite possibly one of the sweetest things I’ve ever read. There are honest to god tears in my eyes and a warm lump in my chest. I’ll return to this sometime on a rainy afternoon curled up in bed with a cup of something warm.
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have you heard the news that you're dead? by wizardlover
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
09 Sep 2022
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“Kim,” you say, and he blinks at you in the middle of putting out his hand. “There’s something fucked up going on.”
“You must be from the 41st. I’m Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi—though you seem to know that already.” He seems tense, for some reason—and his hand is still out. “I’m afraid I wasn’t told who you are.”
“It’s me, Harry! Kim, don’t you remember me? Fuck, there’s something really wrong happening.”
“If you’re referring to the dead body that has been hanging from a tree for seven days—then yes, I agree. It is pretty wrong.” Kim is looking at you with his mouth slightly pursed. There’s no recognition in his eyes—he looks at you like you’re a stranger.
“This can’t be happening." Kim clears his throat.
“You are clearly going through… something. But I would appreciate it if we could focus on the case for the moment.”
“Oh my god,” you say. “We did it already, Kim, but for some reason I’m the only one who remembers! This is some—some cosmic joke from the universe, I’ll tell you that.”
“Okay,” Kim says, slowly. “I’m going to give you a moment while I talk to the manager. You’re going to sit down and sort out whatever it is you’re doing. And then we’re going to take down that corpse.”
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Bookmarked by LyraNebula
18 Oct 2023
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I am for a sucker for time loops and this was beautifully done. Will absolutely come back here at some point
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Maybe in Night Vale, where everything else works a little bit wrong, love works a little wrong too. Maybe in Night Vale, where time occasionally stands on end and gravity pulls slightly less than usual every second Thursday, someone like Cecil, a love like Cecil's, could come without any strings attached at all.
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Bookmarked by LyraNebula
31 Aug 2023
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OH I KNOW YOU! Beautiful work, as always by this author, who has perhaps just always been my favourite author. But the way this was written was fantastic, even the radio segments sounding like they genuinely could just be in an episode of nightvale. And the way they write Cecil and Carlos <33 absolutely stunning