#<- does it count if it was in a dream

[cha1cedony]

I woke up way too early so I’m about to go back to sleep, but I just wanted to share that last night I had a dream in which, shortly post-canon DnDads S2, Lincoln was very determined to make Grant a well-known singer (like, on a stage)??? Grant was like mega embarrassed but a little hopeful at first because he thought this was going to be some kind of father-son bonding thing (since Lincoln wanted to be a backup dancer or something? lol), but he soon realized it was mostly just because Lincoln wanted to make him feel better sooo he felt really guilty about that

Anyway apparently this was some kind of animated web series episode I was watching in my bedroom with my mom and little brother (???), and Lincoln asked Grant to take inspiration from his favorite artist, so he starts singing a Devi McCallion song (I can’t really remember which one, but it MIGHT have been What’s Wrong? - Girls Rituals) and I lose my shit bc I’m like. that’s MY favorite artist! I opened my Grant playlist to prove it was on there and everything lol. I was very proud of myself 😭

Anyway tl;dr I think this is the most embarrassingly on-brand dream I have ever had. It felt like that post that’s like “and then MCR starts singing Welcome to the Black Parade and PATD joins them, and then Dan and Phil walk out on stage carrying the gay flag” or whatever HAHDHAHAHAHAH. Shoutout to my subconscious for being self-indulgent tonight LMAO 👍

[joicecubes]

the implications of ford pulling this photo out of his trenchcoat in the last episode you guys… THE IMPLICATIONS.

look at the state of this thing!! look at its rips! the stain in the bottom right corner! it’s dog-eared, the color is faded, the paper has browned… he’s kept this photo of them since they were kids. through all the years he stubbornly swore to hold a grudge, all the years he and stan never spoke, he kept this photo.

and we can assume he probably didn’t have it dimension-hopping, since i find it hard to believe he would’ve had it on him when he initially got sucked in, but ford pulling it out of his trenchcoat here!! implies!! that he had been CARRYING IT AROUND WITH HIM for some time after he got back!

imagine if he found it in some of his old stuff the night he returned, after punching and yelling at stan, after being sure to keep as much emotional distance between them as possible, and he finds this photo. would he have stared down at it? for a little while? smoothed the creases out on his desk? thumbed the torn, loved edges while he mourned a simpler time? then pocketed the thing to always have it with him?

i dunno. maybe i’m looking too far into it. but i can’t help but wonder if ford kept it because, against all his big dreams and ambitions, deep down he always wondered what his life might have been like if he sailed away with his brother when they were teenagers. never able to throw it away because doing so would symbolically destroy the last remnants of a childhood fantasy, the last piece of him that remains young and hopeful of a future at his brother’s side.

[kaiserouo]

if ordan karris wanna complete that sentence does that mean he also likes us?

[lichanicksstuff]

It's funny how the comic version of Dream and Hob's 1889 meeting and the show equivalent are completely different. Because in the show it's like a tragic break-up in the rain:

Show!Hob: I think you're lonely... *says with love in his eyes (get a room, man, fr)*

Show!Dream: How dare you?! *walks out in the rain, making the guy run after him and the rest is history*

But in the comic it's more like:

Comic!Hob: You're like a lonely wet cat.

Comic!Dream: Excuse me?

Comic!Hob: You heard right. Tbh, I think you just come back here because you're desperate. Really man, I'm just a guy and you're a scary being with creepy eyes. At least admit you like my company.

Comic!Dream: NEVER! FUCK YOU! *walks out like an offended diva, he is*

[milkamel]

(TW/CW: Violence, Blood, Skeletons making out)

A little break from fluff, here's some complicated-relationship (kinda toxic) Kross XD Killer didn't take Cross joining Stars lightly 💔

Don't repeat this, stabbing someone isn't a romantic gesture at all lol

Cross belongs to jakei Dream belongs to jokublog Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[hiddensneker]

You know what? Fuck you! *object shows your ninja*

[evilherehotel]

the duality of algebralien x object ships

+ obligatory evil leafy drawing i love evil leafy guys

[smiuffzo]

ZOMBIFIED TERROR

[lycheeloving]

I had a dream tonight that I went shopping with Damian, we had to buy some stuff bc we were planning on going to a costume party, and while I was looking for a black lipstick we split up so we'd be done faster, but when I had finally found a good lipstick I couldn't find him? He wasn't at the store where he said he was going, so I called him, and he was like "Beloved, I am waiting on the stairs in front of the [random store]." so I look for that store and can't find it, so I text him again to ask where that is and he just sends me a map of where we are 😭

I still couldn't find him and then finally he went looking for me. Condescending bastard, smh, he was so smug when it didn't take him a long time at all to find me, like "It's not that hard.", well, I'm bad with directions! And he knew that! So. It's not my fault, actually. I still held his hand tho.

[bunbitti]

Hello! Could I request a Sunday x halovian reader who has clipped wings? (Can be platonic or romantic)

Clipped.

:))

romantic-ish?

~800 words

tw: do clipped wings on a halovian count as mutilation? Also, Sunday being Sunday the control freak he is and pulling some strings behind your back

You were one of few Halovians that had more than just a halo. There were the Oak siblings, of course, who had both head wings and back wings, but not many others. 

Your wings were clipped. Not that a Halovian could fly (beyond the wings that would need to be massive to carry a person’s weight, the rest of their bodies were similar to a normal human’s, and therefore unfit for aerial movement), but every time you looked down at your wings, you felt a bit trapped. Regardless of whether it was done for ‘medical’ reasons or for anything else, it didn’t change the connotations. 

You weren’t meant to fly on your own, let alone succeed. Always working long hours doing the same thing, no change to your schedule, let alone improvement. Barely any time for yourself after chores, meals, and sleep. 

Your wings were always clipped whenever they molted. Again, again, again. You could never escape from it. You just wanted to give up at this point.

Your wings didn’t look right when in their resting position around your torso. Didn’t feel right, either. Feeling the flat, unnatural edge made you cringe. Even flapping them in the air felt viscerally wrong. You often held your hands near your waist as though to cover them up and pull the attention away from them, even if nobody was actually paying attention. 

That was when you met Sunday. Ever the charismatic Oak Family head, he was sometimes walking around to make sure things in the Land of the Dreams were working properly. 

He’d found you at your job in the Moment of Daybreak, weaving products that would be sold to the wealthiest of customers, all for the support of the Harmonious system that ran Penacony. He’d been passing by, making small-talk and greeting people to see how their jobs were going and if he should make any managerial changes to make their lives easier, but you looked down and noticed his raven-blue back wings neatly wrapped around his torso under his blazer. 

They were clipped. Instinctively, you wrapped your own back wings tighter around yourself, but it only drew his attention. 

His eyes followed your gaze to his own wings, then moved over to yours, which were far more harshly clipped than his own. At least at first glance, his looked relatively normal. Most outsiders didn’t know enough Halovians that had their wings out of their clothes to notice, and either way, his wings looked like a vest on top of his usual turtleneck. 

You missed the flicker of shock and pity in his eyes when he saw your clipped wings. 

In fact, he acted like nothing happened at all, and so you brushed it off. Maybe he hadn’t seen it. But you’d already gotten attached to the man countless levels in the Family hierarchy above you, making up wild stories in your head about how maybe he was also trapped in some way. 

However, you found yourself bumping into him gradually more often, almost so gradually that you hadn’t noticed. Not until you told some friends (were they friends? Or just acquaintances?) for the fifth time in a week that you met Sunday again, and they told you that nobody runs into the Oak Family head that often. 

Huh. 

Oh, well. Maybe he just likes you a bit. 

He invited you to private meals once in a while, under some excuse of wanting to reward members of the Family so they would be motivated to continue supporting the Harmony. Even he knew that a monotonous, exhausting life would eventually wear people out beyond what any motivation could provide. You didn’t need to know that you were the only Family member being ‘rewarded’. 

It was at those times that his wings were out instead of folded tightly around his waist. When he greeted you at the door and guided you inside, one wing would be lightly pressed against your back to usher you in, just as his hand rested on your upper back. 

His wings brushed against yours more times than you could count. Eventually, you were comfortable enough to let your own wings unfold, and returned the gesture. To touch wings, for Halovians, was something reserved only for the closest and dearest to a person. 

It was a while before you noticed you hadn’t been pressured to have your wings clipped, never realizing that it was because of Sunday’s influence. By the next molt, which tended to be very slow for Halovians, your wings were back to their full glory. 

The next time you shared a dinner with Sunday, you decided to be bold and put your wings behind his back to pull him close and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“—!”

— — — — — — — 

You awoke abruptly from a sweet dream that was supposed to last forever. 

There were supposed to be 7 rest days in a week.

The Dreampool is wet. 

You look down at your wings. 

Clipped.

[user235323]

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[asklesbianonceler]

I like to think he also just wore this when it was kinda chilly

[mahikamihan]

a little cathartic breakdown

[ferigrievance]

(looks around) if caseoh was popular in 2020 they would have invited him to the dsmp

[caycanteven]

I drew this instead of eepin, because I got dragged back into the mafia verse (i could never run from the mafiaverse in the first place, thanks for the reminder Mothie lmfao) so now you guys get this delicious midnight snack.

Maybe I'll do a fun lil story to play on his character some hehehehehe

[grape-of-agayte]

So, I bought a cheap costume for craft fodder (was gonna start working on a Lankmann costume)

And I put it all on

And was abruptly struck by divine inspiration .

So uh yeah, goth cowboy Clyde. Glyde. Clyoth. Clye haw. Babyman Jr in a cowboy hat