#Daydreamer AU

[daydreamersinasylum]

I can’t describe, how.. almost rejuvenating it felt in the straitjacket sometimes.. I could hear myself think for once.. and not my dreaded EGO telling me how I needed to be perfect— p-perfect.. all the time..

Do you think.. it’s wrong to go back in the straitjacket?.. the white room for some peace and quiet from the voices..?

[scruplescripture]

He’s getting soggy down in that well, someone come get him please.. his back hurts from slouching

[ghostteayum]

Here’s some fan art of @scruplescripture ‘s daydreamer au! I absolutely love this idea and the image of Prismo curled up at the bottom of a well makes me feel things, so I had to draw him.

Your designs are so good and I very much look forward to where you take the story!

[scarletlight-has-issues]

Hey uh-

Some sketch fanart for @scruplescripture's daydreamer au I did in my notebook that I just thought I'd share. Please go check them out their art is fucking incredible

(+some human design Prismo because I definitely don't have a crush on him TvT)

I fucking love Simon and Prismo and the fact that there's an au centered around them is incredible.

[hilacopter]

tbh ryoko kui cooked with this one why is this the funniest image I have ever seen

[pebblume]

boss caught me doodling chilchuck at work today and started teasing me about drawing my bOYFRIEND ARGKSJFKD KILL ME. anywho here’s chilshi visiting the cafe i work at

[sunnydayaoe]

Brothers, despite everything :-]

[riuhere]

They are constantly on my mind 24/7. I literally can't get them OuT of my hEad-

...Yup... I'm screwed-

Triad Au belongs to @novelcain

Vault Hunters AU & Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Twice As Bad AU & Monster Boyfriend belongs to @semisolidmind

Bone King Au belongs to @ninjasmudge

Cross belongs to @jakei95

[dilf-hunter-fantasies]

[900 words of fluff, smut, and breeding kink]

Daydreaming about...

Husband!Joel Miller and the first time it slipped from your lips.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. 

It was a sultry summer evening, the kind where the air still clung to you even after the sun dipped below the horizon. You’d both been a little buzzed, the walk home from the neighborhood block party filled with laughter and teasing touches. 

Joel had barely managed to close the front door before his lips were on yours, his hands greedy and warm as they wandered under your sundress.

It had been the kind of night where everything felt heightened—the taste of his tongue against yours, the way his calloused palms felt against your skin, and how his every touch seemed to unravel you. He’d taken you to bed with that intense, unfiltered adoration in his eyes, the kind that always left you weak in the knees. 

He was almost too much, murmuring worshipful praises into your ear, and against every inch of your skin. He had that sparkle in his eyes that made you melt. Everything was a pleasant blur, the way your bodies fit together, your giggles as he nearly growled, trying to pull you closer. 

The haze of his tender, overwhelming love, was more intoxicating than the warmth of the sun and the last hints of alcohol buzzing in your veins. He was pure devotion, attuned to every part of your body, every thought you might have, and coaxing you into a state of euphoria. 

You didn’t even realize you were talking, rambling softly between gasping breaths as he rocked into you, filling you to the brim until your eyes rolled back. But you’d been singing sweet praises right back to him. 

“So good,” you whispered. “Just like that, fuck.” 

And he did exactly as you said, hitting that perfect angle that had you floating away, lost in the bliss. 

And then it happened. 

Slipping free, soft and breathy between moans. “Oh, fuck,” your brows scrunching together in that way they always did when you were close. “Cum deep, baby, I need it.” Another moan rolled through you as he thrust his cock so deep it kissed the end of you. “That’s it. I want to carry it inside me, always. Fill me up until it takes, Joel.” 

Joel had frozen for a moment, his gaze locking on yours with an intensity that stole your breath. His cock twitched inside of you like he was somehow even harder than he’d ever been. Something primal flickered in his dark eyes, his jaw tightening before he let out a deep, guttural groan. 

Whatever switch you’d flipped in him sent him spiraling into something wild, feral. He’d pumped into you like it was his sole purpose, whispering filth and adoration in equal measure, his body relentless against yours until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. A tangled vine of limbs. 

Now, a couple of years into your marriage, that same insatiable energy has returned. But this time it’s real. Tangible. The decision to start trying for a baby had been an exciting one, but you hadn’t anticipated how it would unleash a new, unstoppable side of your husband.

Joel’s been radiating pure, unadulterated want for weeks now. It’s in the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing that matters in the entire universe. It’s in his hands, which can’t seem to stay off you, whether he’s tugging you into his lap on the couch, pressing against you in the kitchen, or pulling you into the shower under the guise of saving water.

You’re attempting to finish making dinner when you feel him behind you. His strong arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing firmly against your back. His hands find their way to your hips first, then drift upward, cupping your breasts as his thumbs tease over the sensitive peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice rough and low, sending shivers down your spine. “How am I s’posed to keep my hands off ya when you look like this?”

“Joel,” you protest weakly, though the way your breath catches betrays you. “I’m trying to cook.”

“Don’t care,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Need you, darlin’. Right here, right now.” His hands trail lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your leggings, and you’re gone, dinner long forgotten as he husks into your ear about how he’s gotta keep you filled up. Spouting off nonsense like how he can hear your pussy beggin’ for him, how she’s feelin’ empty and needs him too.

And somehow, no matter how filthy and feral he gets for you, it’s endearing. Wrapped in love and yearning for the idea of a family. Of more to love. 

The rest of your days—and nights—follow the same pattern. 

You find yourself pinned against the kitchen counter, bent over the couch, tangled in the sheets. He’s unstoppable, each touch, kiss, and thrust carrying a purpose that leaves you trembling and breathless.

Even at work, he’s insatiable. A quick trip to his job site to drop off his lunch turns into a heated, stolen moment in the back of your car. His kisses are ravenous, his hands rough but loving as he pulls you into his lap, his gruff voice murmuring, “Can’t wait, baby. Need you now.”

Every touch feels like a vow, every whispered word a promise. Joel loves you with his whole being, and now, with the thought of building a family together, that love has taken on an obsessive edge that leaves you dizzy and utterly devoted to him.

Late one night, as you lie together in the afterglow, his hand splayed possessively over your lower belly, he looks at you with those hearts in his eyes.

“This time,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I feel it.” 

And you believe him. 

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[teddybeartoji]

whatever whatever i'm thinking abt an actor!au with toji,, you're just co-stars on this silly little action film, doing interviews here n there and the fans are fucking loving you. it's obvious that the chemistry is there, that it's real – toji is stealing glances at you at every possible moment he can, his eyes flicking to your lips when you laugh and smile. and you're no better either; your hand rests on his thigh as you lean into his side, giggling at a stupid comment he made and the cameras are catching it all. there's no doubt that something more is going on behind the scenes...

and when a picture of the two of you taking a nap together on the set gets out – your face burrowed into the crook of his neck while his big arms snake around your middle, holding you to him like a small kitten – the fans fucking lose their minds.

[theokusgallery]

Little pet project of a human AU

The comic above is from they were 14-15, they're 19-20 here

[daydreamersinasylum]

How are things wherever you are Mr. P? ALSO EEE HI OPP I'M EXCITED TO SEE WHAT THIS IS ABOOOUT :DDDD

(Hello viewer, to Daydreamer! Puzzle's journal entry.. aka 910-P as he is known as in the facility, this will be a long introductory post! Nice to meet you! Thank you very much for being my first question, I’m using this for the introduction! Hello! My name is Cosmic and I am going to run the new blog!

Daydreamer! Puzzles is going to be my way of practicing my storytelling skills.. I hope you guys like the direction and maybe lore..? Who knows? 💜⭐️ Just know that this Puzzles is a rambler! He likes to use his journal that way He might get.. distracted answering questions.)

"How are things huh.. I’ve been journaling the past few weeks so the answer to your question will be a bit vague."

Yes, you know me as Mr. Puzzles.. the great and renowned, handsome devil you all love but I got my ass kicked, and sent here where I just can’t seem to leave! (Though I’m too stubborn to admit how much)

more below..

In the asylum, I suppose I’ve gotten comfortable.. they treated my injuries despite a few scratches that have healed over these weeks. These weeks that gave me existential dread so far with the first two in those cruel straitjackets!? After a while, only having Leggy 2.0 to talk to.. has been nice at least, and my Therapist.. her name is Dr. McDowell and she’s nice enough.. she doesn’t call me a freak.. at least to my face. I wonder what behavior I have to have to get out of this stupid joint? To not want to kill Mario and his precious friends? It’ll drag me for miles not to have my journal.. (a few pages I’ll admit I wrote) not to kill him. I still want him.. not alive, in friendly terms. As for how I’ve been..? (Looks around at my cell room.. that has the basic accommodations for a mental facility patient) it’s been boring. It’s why I asked them to make this ‘journal entry’ series so I don’t go back.. to the white room. I hate the white room.. d-don’t take me back there. Do ask away.. I’ve got all the time in the world.. I just don’t want the straitjacket back on me. I well.. have started watching TV again and this ‘Invader Zim’ show is my favorite so far.. and Leggy is my little Gir, isn’t that right stardust? We like to sneak out back sometimes.. I’ve really gotten to admire space from our Puzzlevision adventures! (Despicable Mr. Puzzles episode) Hey.. at least they let me keep my hat.. this place is.. free from that pesky SMG4 crew so I’m mostly alone with my thoughts..

[scruplescripture]

[mizaruwu]

Dungeon meshi's elven earmuffs are so cute and ridiculous so of course I had to draw the chain wearing them

[stealingpotatoes]

Why do I get the feeling that Ezra would call Cal "Uncle" just to annoy him and make him feel old—

Wait. He would probably do it with Ahsoka too.

i think there would be consequences if anyone did that with ahsoka

(commission info // kofi support!)

[kibbles-bits]

The good thing about living in Heaven for 50+ years is you learn to communicate after hurting someone's feelings.

The bad thing is when you get conditioned into having a praise kink.

Read the Heaven's Best AU HERE