#🖊 anon

[selfship-confession-box]

i get very angry/uncomfortable when I see other people claiming to be my f/o's #1 fan or selfshipping with my f/o like what the hell that is my man back the fuck off or I will explode you. I never actually interact with them besides for blocking them though, I dont wanna be mean. -🖊 anon

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[gabessquishytum]

i'm a big fan of dream and hob finally getting their act together and confessing and getting together only to be the absolute worst to be around. like, hob's colleagues had been telling him for *months* that he needed to man up and ask dream out already, because even they could tell how in love with each other they were, and honestly it was getting really annoying watching them do this weird little dance around each other for so long. so when hob finally tells them that they have nothing to worry about anymore, they're dating now :)! they're all so relieved. except then dream (ever the possessive and clingy bastard) never leaves hob alone and trails behind him constantly and they realize that they should've been grateful before.

especially when hob doesn't stop him, hell, he definitely encourages him, and they also realize that the two of them cant be left alone together, like, ever. dream shows up to hob's office hours with coffee for him? give it five minutes and one of them will have the other bent over the desk struggling to take their clothes off. dream comes to a work gala of some sort? at some point everyone else vacates the room to go look at something/talk to someone/listen to a speech in another room and by the time they come back the two of them are noticeably more disheveled than before and might be wearing each other's belts. it gets to a point where they cant even carpool together without getting caught making out in the drivers seat because someone leaned too far back and honked the horn (it was dream. hob laughed until he cried and didnt even care when someone walking to their car saw them and dream hid his face in hob's neck out of rather uncharacteristic shame)

it probably goes for in the dreaming, too. matthew is relieved that his boss is finally getting laid and visibly holds less tension in his shoulders, but as soon as he walks in on lucienne lecturing dream and hob about making it a point to please not fuck in the library, with half their clothes still on the floor and a rather criminalizing amount of spit making its way down dreams chin, he decides he's not gonna bother dream for the next twenty years until he's got all his pent up frustrations out of his system. (he soon realizes dream's [canonical!!!] habit of accidentally flashing the entire dreaming every time he gets fucked and gets over his general uncomfort pretty quick. you know, exposure therapy n stuff)

-🖊

Oh you just know that everyone loves to hate these idiots. Hob went from normal, well adjusted dude to horny lovestruck teenager literally overnight, and everyone who knows him is at their wit’s end. He should know better but he absolutely Does Not and he is utterly unrepentant about it. He’s been pining for several lifetimes and the sexual energy is overwhelming!!! He doesn’t discourage Dream from sitting on his lap, or giving him hickeys in public, or crawling under his desk during office hours and not coming out until there’s something suspicious and white dribbling from the corner of his mouth…

Nobody is safe from the shenanigans. The new inn patrons just have to get used to the sounds of creaking floorboards from upstairs. Why Dream has to insist on fucking on the floor, nobody knows. The bar staff learn to turn up the music. No one wants to hear their boss screaming Middle English profanities through his third orgasm of the night.

It’s even worse in the dreaming, because Dream is the dreaming, so technically… the dreaming is getting laid? And it certainly isn’t shy about that fact. The throne room is looking very… phallic, recently. Matthew is just praying that the windows don’t produce more LITERAL PORNOGRAPHIC IMAGES. Please, can he just have one day without seeing Hob Gadling’s (ok, admittedly impressive) penis? Please? No? Ok.

[hazyaltcare]

hi! could i have an ike eveland (nijisanji en) faitkin stimboard, with themes of gold, light blue, keyboards and writing/calligraphy? and no bells, just in case. -🖋

This will be in the queue!

Mod Haze

[snug-gyu]

the tablet arrived today and i'm so happy with it so far, i'm still learning the ins and outs because i've never owned a tablet before but it's basically just like a bigger version of my phone (which is also a samsung galaxy whatever). thank you so much, tsu!

yay!! it was really quick

yeah, it's just a big phone. i really like the pen's response and sensibility... the kinda rubber tip is really nice while you're drawing

keep me posted when you start drawing stuff

of course!! don't worry about it

[casinoroyale]

Tomorrow there will be the tense coil of fear lodged deep inside and the dread that comes with waiting

Tomorrow will bring a reunion or a deal

Tomorrow there will be a change

But for now there is this

A moment in the starlight

In moon-dappled waves

Joy unfettered

And on the shore the proof of it all in verdant fields

Tomorrow will dawn in its own time

But for tonight, there is this, and him, and you

Together

✒️

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[sheepsheepitstimeforsleep]

You don't look like you belong here

Did you pinch yourself to see?

If you'd wake up from a nightmare

Or could you still be asleep?

- 🖊

I tell myself it's all a dream,

And monsters are not all they seem.

[the-editors-wife]

Who cares about what we "should" do, darling. I'm just telling you you're stunning <3

-🖋

Hm. I suppose you're right, I'm sure you're gorgeous too, sweetness <3

[pridewishes]

hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!! were not sure if youve done this bb4 buuuuttt r u guys comfy with dc icons? sry ^_^" —🖊

we've done plenty.

[excalibursbane]

hello people just now finding my blog!

why are there people just now following me i don't understand--

ANYWAY. hey there, i'm starquill :) i've had this blog for a while but i'm not super active on it (and actually lost the login for almost a year) or in the dsmp fandom (which is what this blog was centered around) anymore. i'll still take writing requests, but i'm much more active on @goldenapplefortune and @hbghq :D

i miss a lot of the people on here who were frequent anons, i remember slime anon, pen anon/rambling anon, bliss, i miss you guys. if you wanna come and find me, be my guest :) i'll welcome you all with open arms.

in the meantime, i'll be checking this blog on occasion to see what's up, but i won't really be posting anything new. my inbox has been empty for months and i don't really have inspiration to write anything for the fandom anymore. i'm still open to ideas, as always :)

i love you guys, and hopefully i'll see you over on my other blog :)

much love, Excalibur & Co

[awlumii]

Ohh ! Deep cleaning the bathroom eh.. maybe I should get around to doing that with sometime (definitely did not shy away from it for the past week hsgeghdgdhd )

I did eat smth now, actually ! They're just oreos cause everyone is still asleep- but it's better than nothing !! Thank you <33 Enjoy yours as well !

( Also, nice to meet you too ! )

-- 🖊

deep cleaning stuff is cathartic! you'll def feel rlly good once it's done, heh 🙆🏽

mmh, it seems like it's late at night for you, so oreos will suffice for now, but be sure to eat full meals later! get some rest!

[zvdvdlvr]

Thigh obsessed hotch 👀 and his hands are big enough to cover so much surface. It's the first place his hand goes whether you're under him or in his lap, his palm and fingertips tracing from your knee to your back side before gripping a generous handful. His favourite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs sometimes he holds on so tight he leaves behind fingerprint bruises 🥵 yeah I agree thigh hotch gimmie

Yes yes yes!!!

he loves making your plush thighs a pretty canvas for bruises and hickies that only he can see :,))))

Is there anything better than that? YES!!!!!! Aaron giving you head- while keeping that Iron Grip™️ on your thighs- until your legs are TREMBLING😝

It’s def a comfort thing to Aaron too, not just about sex. He’s 1000% the kinda guy to tuck his hand between your thighs when he’s driving! Sometimes his hands naturally gravitate to your thighs, softly squeezing them to ground him or just to keep his hands busy.

OH OH OH AND Aaron’s eyes bugging out of his head when he sees Jack fall asleep on your lap, head resting on your thighs because you couldnt hold him because you had stuff you need to use your hands for! Aaron loves you and Jack so much, and knowing you’re great with kids just makes Hotch want to give you some more ;)

[killpilled]

lovely new drawing! if i can ask ,what was the general idea behind it?

Aww thanks :) i love that you're asking me, so thank you so much!!

I think wedding dresses are always interesting because in the asoiaf universe, they can say so much about the marriage, the bride's status and her position in a patriarchal ritual, her relationship to her birth house, her character in general etc.

for alicent, her wedding is obviously a horror scene since she is a child bride to a much older man. i wanted her cloak to be too big for her bc she is so young. the little droplet gems and red pattern on the shoulders should look like blood bc of how daunting the marriage, the wedding night and childbirth are for her.

rhaenyra's first wedding is obviously very different. she does not give up her targaryen identity, so the cloak is half targaryen, half velaryon, her jewelery is entirely dragon-inspired and her dress has scales. it's a very glamorous outfit bc it's such a high-society event.

helaena was actually the first one i came up with, because she would have had to be completely divorced from her wedding, thus the two halves of her white face and jewellery and the heavy dark cloak. she is also very young when she marries and alicent was probably the driving force behind it, so the cloak is way too big and heavily embroidered.

rhaenyra's second wedding is probably the most targaryen targaryen wedding bc it's done in the valyrian style. it's a less patriarchal ceremony, so no cloak, and it's very private, so there's not much glitz and glam. i wanted the look to also be as androgynous as it is in the show, bc of the whole targaryen dragon gender one soul in two bodies mythology.

[nickysturnss]

Dilf James is just soo!!!! AGAGHDBEBDBDNSNSN

Tbh I just love hot single dads so much! Or single dad's in general or older men in general 😭😭

~ 🖊

I'm not personally a fan but..JAMES POTTER IS DADDY-

Im blasting Chappell Roan.

YOU CAN KISS A HUNDERED BOYS IN BARS'

[snug-gyu]

i'm really hyped about this tablet and starting to draw again, a tablet is a brand new media for me to use so i'm still a bit nervous. but i think my excitement overpowers the nerves. amazon says it's supposed to be delivered tomorrow instead of wednesday so that's awesome. i'm not sure why i'm updating you on this matter, i'm just so excited and i don't really have anybody to express these feelings with lol

aaah i'm really happy for you and that it has helped you going back to drawing! hopefully it'll arrive tomorrow and you can tell me what you think of it

nooo, keep me posted, i'm invested now lol just come around to tell me how it goes~

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 14

Part 1 | Part 13 | Part 15

Sometimes Yuu was in a dark void. They'd hear murmurs of people talking and keyboards clicking and doors opening and closing. They'd feel pricks in their arm or their world being turned over. They didn't understand what was happening, but it was peaceful and they didn't mind much. It was better than the alternative.

The alternative was Yuu reliving the time they Overblotted. The burning in their veins like someone had injected boiling water into them. An anguish they never felt before making them scream, an electricity shooting through their limbs that made them flail and scratch whoever was unlucky to be in their grasp. The ink monster mimicked their violence as it hunted anyone near by.

A migraine encompassed their head and made it so hard to think and make sense of the tumultuous emotions they were feeling. In the background, there would be the desperate cries of their schoolmates and friends as they tried to get the Ramshackle Prefect back. And the little voice of their teddy bear crying for them.

Every so often, they would see the familiar face of someone in his Overblot form and his respective ink monster. He would just casually wave, a sinister smile on his face, and Yuu would feel ink rising in their throat before falling into a hacking fit. This was the quickest way for them to return to the peaceful void, but it was nonetheless unpleasant.

It never occurred to them to count how many times the cycle completed. All they wanted was to wake up, to finally rest.

Was this hell?

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It started with a single word.

"Please."

It somehow escaped their mouth as they stared down at someone's face. They couldn't tell who it was, just someone they knew and whose face they were planning to beat in. For a moment, the anguish and migraine vanished. They just stared into his eyes and felt tears running down their cheeks.

"I want to wake up," they croaked.

Then they were back in the void.

Meanwhile, in NRC, someone woke up gasping.

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Yuu was screeching and grabbing at someone, a blob in their blurry eyes that kept dodging and slapping away their hands. Behind them, their ink monster growled and someone shouted something. They heard their teddy bear and Grim cry their name. The smell of ink permeated the air with faint traces of dirt and rubber underneath. Vaguely, in the back of their mind, they wondered if they would see a past Overblotter and his ink monster again. Just the thought of the pair made them feel cold, and bile rose in the back of their throat.

. . . ?

Wait. What is that?

It was so faint they almost missed it. Something floral, something familiar.

They didn't realize they had stopped pursuing the blob, their entire focus on identifying the scent. They also seemed to have forgotten the chaos happening around them, even the pain of being in Overblot.

Suddenly, Yuu was back in the void.

Here, they could smell the mystery scent better and immediately recognized it: roses. It reminded them of the tall rose bushes in Heartslabyul and the little bushel that grew in a pot in Malleus's bedroom.

The void was only peaceful because there was nothing that could hurt them. Now that there was a pleasant scent, Yuu could actually momentarily forget the torment. At the same time, though, it made them miss the Unbirthday Parties and hanging out with the Diasomnia quartet. They started to wonder how their friends and senpais were and hoped they all were all right.

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The scent of roses never left them ever since it suddenly appeared and they were thankful for it. Whenever they relived their Overblot state, they concentrated on the scent and the pain went away without fail.

Dealing with any Overblotters became possible too, now that they could think. All they had to do was close their eyes and remember a nicer time, and he and his ink monster would be gone the next time they looked. It was ridiculously simple, but Yuu didn't mind at all.

As Yuu was soon reminded though, all nice things eventually come to an end.

They closed their eyes to Vil's Overblot form. If they had been slower, however, they would have seen him and his ink monster shake their heads.

Yuu remembered when a Pomefiore student approached them and Teddy and ask if he could have Teddy be his model, as he liked making clothes for stuffed animals. The resulting outfits were so cute and so cool, just remembering them brought a smile to Yuu's lips.

So lost in their reverie, they failed to notice the heavy, sprinting steps that came closer and closer until they were just opening their eyes.

They were suddenly on the ground, an enormous shadow looming over them and something heavy pressing uncomfortably on their chest. They quickly realized it was their ink monster, and they somehow knew it was displeased with them.

Yuu cried out when they felt the pressure on their chest grow. They clawed and tried to push the giant paw off of them, but all it did was scrape off ink and splatter it everywhere. Soon, Yuu could barely get air in.

Globs of ink fell around their head and onto their face as their ink monster's head lowered. They squeezed their eyes shut.

Something sharp snap around their head, and they were back in the void.

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Their ink monster no longer targeted their friends.

Yuu only had seconds to get out of their Overblot state before it tried to pin them down. Their friends and upperclassmen would suddenly disappear whenever they tried to directly look at them and any magical projectile that got sent forth by whoever was in their peripheral somehow missed its mark. (Yuu wondered if the magical projectiles have been missing their mark the entire time.)

Half of the time, Yuu would be lucky enough to return to the void without getting maimed first. The scent of roses, which became more prominent as time went on, was their only comfort, but it could not alleviate the new dread they now had.

It was one thing feeling the physical agony of an Overblot as a magicless person. It was another having to escape your own relentless monster.

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"Yuu-Yuu!"

The cry would always be scared and worried. They could imagine their teddy's upset face, but for some reason, the image of their father's horrified expression would also come to mind. It never made the moment any less painful.

"Yuu-Yuuuuuuuuuu--!"

So in this cycle, they could tell something was different about the cry. It sounded. . . determined.

And it sounded like it was coming closer.

Yuu was crawling backwards away from their ink monster. They couldn't spare a moment to investigate the cry--thud!--especially now that they hit the wall.

The ink monster raised a clawed paw. They sharply inhaled and braced themself for the cold impact.

But in that instant, a thin beam of light hit the ink monster's face. It immediately recoiled, like it had been hit with a fire spell, and began moving back as the source of the light hurried to stand in front of Yuu.

"Nightmare go away!" A little teddy bear waved a penlight at the ink monster, like it was encouraging a pesky animal to leave. The sight was so funny and so adorable, Yuu wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

"Shoo, shoo!" The teddy bear stepped forward and the ink monster matched its steps backwards until the ink monster ran for the exit. The teddy bear chased after it, the light trained on its body.

The footprints it left became bigger and more messy with each step. Ink slid off its body and created puddles and trails that the teddy bear deftly avoided. By the time it disappeared into the darkness of the outside, it was as tall as a grandfather clock. The teddy bear watched the exit for a few seconds before turning off the flashlight and turning to Yuu.

It sprinted across the room. When it was close enough, they could see it had a bright smile and open, reaching arms. "Yuu-Yuu!"

"Teddy!"

They tightly embraced the little teddy bear and felt it nuzzle against them. It was comfortingly warm and as cuddly as they remembered; it was then they realized this was the first time they felt warmth and comfort in a long, long while. They wanted to tell it that they missed it so much, that they were so, so happy to see it, but all they could do was cry happy tears. Teddy did all the talking regardless, giggling and joyfully saying their name.

"Prefect, you ready to go?"

Yuu looked up while wiping their eyes. Ace was kneeling beside them, Deuce and Grim on their other sides. The rest of the first year squad stood around. Despite being scratched up, they all were smiling brightly.

"Do you need help getting up?" Deuce asked.

"If you need to, you can lean on me while we're walking," Sebek said.

Yuu realized this was the first time they were hearing their friends just talk. No shouting of spells, no cries of warning, no pained yelps.

"Prefect, are you okay?" Ortho asked.

"I. . ." More tears spilled out. ". . . missed you guys so much."

Relief washed over the squad. They could have sworn their friends' eyes got glossy.

"We missed you too, Yuu. Now come on, let's get out of here."

Their upperclassmen were standing by the exit with teenagers they've never seen before, some holding each other up. Behind the group was a spring forest basked in daylight. Though there was shade from the trees, Yuu somehow knew that the ink monster wasn't hiding in it. In fact, some adults were calmly coming out wearing uniforms for magicians in the special task force or carrying medical bags.

Stepping onto the grass, Yuu registered two things: one, they no longer felt cold, and two, they were finally free of the torment.

They gripped Sebek's shoulder a little tighter and held Teddy closer, crying happily once again.

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Yuu was back in the void.

The scent of roses welcomed them and the warmth from the previous dream remained.

Somewhere around them, a cute voice cleared its throat and something like cardboard creaked. A piece of paper was flipped.

Little orbs of orange light suddenly lit up around them, gentle and fuzzy like dandelion seed heads.

"Once upon a time. . ."

Their dreams no longer brought them to that horrible memory. Instead, guided by a little teddy bear, the two were spectators of fantastical tales that ended with a happily ever after.

Sometimes, a different voice read things that seemed to come out of lesson books. The ensuing dreams were either confusing or magical. A handful of times, the voice would awkwardly read a fictional story, which Yuu thought was endearing.

Other times, many different voices recounted what happened during a school day. Yuu could picture the scenes clearly and they always brought a smile to their face.

And other voices, much less frequent, wished them well. Some of those voices joked a little. Yuu groaned at a particularly cheesy pun, as did whoever was accompanying the punner. (They wouldn't mind hearing more of those puns. . . probably.)

With the support and care of the voices alongside not having to worry about ink monsters and agonizing memories, Yuu could feel something within them heal. The hope that they had of waking up started to feel less like it and more like something true.

They couldn't wait to see everything again.

[d-amore]

Inspired by this post!

Likes and comments/rbs appreciated 💛

It was past one am when Alfred closed the door on the last guest. Still, quite early compared to the parties Melissa had attended as a child and teenager.

— Did you enjoy the party, mia regina? — Bruce hugged her by the shoulder, his other hand holding a half-empty glass of wine.

She laughed, brushing her long hair over her right shoulder, free of the bun she had made earlier for the night.

— Interesting, very different from the ones I frequent. I just didn't like that I had to spend the night away from you...

— Mia regina... — he sighed, wrapping her in his arms, not caring about getting makeup on his suit — you said yourself that you didn't want the media's attention right now...

— I know, I know — she chuckled, crushed against those (huge) breasts — but those women don't give any chance either, huh?

— But I only have eyes for you — he kissed her forehead — eyes, ears, mouth... Ah, mia regina — the kisses went down, slow, burning, from her face to her white bust, adorned with the gold necklace he had given her a few days before — I'm all yours, body and soul...

— Bruce, Bruce — she smiled, giving him space to kiss her wherever he wanted — my dear... Be careful with this glass...

He let go, still holding her by the waist, offering her the drink.

— Want some? There's still plenty in there, I'll get some more. I hope you still have lipstick in your bag — he smiled again, more seductive — the real party is about to begin.