#Fandom dreams

[astramyr]

i had a dream where bill cipher had two secret siblings. they were also evil but they hated bill so they had some other plan to take over our dimension. they didn't really like each other tho, they only teamed up bc they had similar goals. they kinda looked like this (they were animated in this specific art style too)

[cevans-is-classic]

I wrote a poem about maladaptive daydreaming, which pretty much sums up my level of delusion

I dream of touching your hand Feeling your lips, Listening to your laugh. I dream of long nights, coffee mornings And movies at noon. I dream of the smell of you on my clothes To know your secrets Of your favorites And your dislikes I dream with my eyes wide open Begging to be normal To get over the dreams But they bring comfort Not much else will bring I dream of a life Where you know me And say my name With a whisper I dream of calling you Messages back and forth Wondering when I'll see you again I dream of you Far more than I should I dream one day you'll think of me And all my maladaptive daydreams.

[ae-azile]

I had a dream with Chan in it, except he was a supervisor at the dorms in my current job and not in the universe of KinnPorsche. It was strange seeing him working with behavioral Deaf kids and using ASL and English over using Thai and English with mafia bodyguards. It was also strange that another supervisor apparently had a tendency to partner us up when I picked up dorm shifts and that Chan protected me from a teenager who had gotten extremely aggressive (SWOON 😂). But it suddenly made sense as to why I was picking up dorm shifts despite being a salary staff at the school and no longer making time and a half for those picked up shifts like I used to years ago when I was hourly.

I didn't particularly have a crush on Chan prior to this dream. I thought he was attractive and that was that. But I may have woken up with one.

Anyway, I should write a third chapter of my BigChan fic. Maybe it was a sign.

[dream-diary-of-a-random-person]

5/11/2023

Had a dream last night where Phineas and Ferb had another movie, but in this one, it seemed like the main villain was going to be a Perry from the future who snapped and turned evil. Future Doof was talking to present Perry and was like, "I had a nemesis, once..." and took out a picture of Perry.

[sing-you-fools]

me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.

behindthename.com:

[greensapphic]

No one believes you buddy

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[inthecratersofthemoon]

I had a dream called Spotify called Jazz Buddy. You could add one person, and only one person, to see the jazz music they were listening to, and only jazz music. My jazz buddy was William Riker.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

You had to take a test to be in a Fandom. Like, an exam style test. You had to study and if you didn't get enough questions right you weren't allowed to see or interact with any other fans until you passed the test. I failed one for my own characters somehow.

[bunrux]

friendship <3

[gleafer]

Crowley dreams of MERDER.

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

[dsmp-lainey]

this app is literally just people who haven’t gotten over anything ever and will never move on from what defined them as a teen and i love that

[dream-diary-of-a-random-person]

Home from School - 7/1/202

1. The dream started out pretty normal. I think it was supposed to be the last day of high school or something. I was making my way to the exit of the building and I found Gundham (from Danganronpa 2) in the hall, despite how packed it was with other students. We decided to leave the school together. Not long after I ended up losing him in the crowd. I did get out of the school and found him again outside. We talked a little and then I was back in the school again. Pretty sure I found him in there again, and he decided to follow me this time, but once again, we got separated and met up again outside. But not long after I was back in the school again. This time I didn't come across him, and ended up leaving on my own. I left through a weird side-exit and climbed (possibly flew?) up onto the roof to look for him. I found him, got off the roof, and told him "I don't even know what happened that time." We then began to leave again. I asked him if he wanted to walk back, and he didn't say yes or no, so I just kinda was going to run with that plan until I was back in the school again. I ended up leaving through one of the front exits this time. I met up with Gundham outside again, but this time he didn't seem to be doing well. He sounded out of breath and was coughing. I ended up picking him up bridal-style (he didn't protest) and decided to carry him back home myself. I didn't get far before I woke up.

Notes 1: - First of all I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN (youtube.com) - Second, my dream really went, "You're going in the timeloop" - Third, honestly? Would endure the timeloop for him.

2. After I had fallen back to sleep, I ended up having another trying-to-get-home-from-school dream. This time, I was on my own, and I ended up stealing an entire bus. It was more like a city bus than a school bus. I ended up driving it very unsafely, going over the speed limit on crowded roads, almost hitting a few cars, and not using any turn signals. At some point the bus switched to a bike, which I was riding through narrow city alleyways which also had train tracks. I wasn't entirely sure where I was going at this point, but I had a gut feeling I was going the right way. Eventually I hopped off the bike, carried it over my head, and ran across the street while there was actively cars going down it. I did not get hit, but in the dream, I didn't care. I knew if I got hit I would be fine, so I just kept going. After a bit, I ended up reaching my street, and I found that my neighbors' mailbox had been ripped up out of their yard, so I put it back. One of them ended up coming outside. She thanked me for putting her mailbox back, and went back inside. Once I was home, either my dad or me had went out and got the mail. There was a large envelope from my grandparents, but through clues we found inside, it turns out my grandma had died. I had remembered a dream which seemed to have predicted that. Inside the letter was also two different groups of money. One, which was for me, contained $99, one of the bills being a...$75 bill (what?) while the other group, which was for my dad, had $150.

Notes 2: - I could tell I was a bit unhinged in this dream. I knew it was either a dream or that I was immortal or something in it. - I think the money in the card was for Christmas. I couldn't quite tell what season it was in the dream, but it was overcast. - The dream I remembered in the dream I don't think was a real memory of any past dream I've had.

[antlered-prince]

i put all the headshots together for convenience uwu

[pineabble-soda]

Edit: color correction for the last drawing I wanted it more vibrant