#I will always be fond of this dream

[dreamingmantis]

I dreamed that Midnite came to allure Edge again (she brought Bedrock and Daphne with her) and then she BROKE OUT INTO SONG and was like “come back to me, my love.”

[smile-files]

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

(objectober 2024 day 20: dream)

[jefferythejelly]

flipped thru an old sketchbook today here’s a silly rivalsduo thing i still like

[konstantya]

A 1920s’ retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses, where the princesses are flappers, the underground castle is an illegal gin joint, and the hero is a WWI vet.

[spotaus]

I think that I need to write a proper dadmare drabble. Just. Idk when. Sometime.

[thewhizzyhead]

look if slocg ever even dreams of filling in the whole leighton and alicia will leave behind upon leaving by s3 episode 2, the only probable option left is making one of the last three girls (whitney) have a bisexuality awakening arc (for the love of God let it be whitney)

[esleep]

i just had the most crystal-clear, narratively coherent dream i've had in a while and i NEED to write it down before i forget it. i dreamed that while on a camping trip i discovered a doorway to a world of intelligent, talking, semi-anthropomorphic animals. they walked upright but otherwise looked the same as their mundane counterparts, besides the fact that they wore clothes, and the fact that some of them were considerably larger than a regular member of their species (they all towered over me, however i am quite short irl so i'm used to that).

i made friends there and returned repeatedly over the next few weeks so i could visit with my good friends Elk and Tiger and Wolf and Rabbit (there were a couple others as well but i can't recall them all clearly enough to describe them). we would often sit in Elk's sunny dining room with the windows open while we chatted and had tea, or sometimes we'd take my van (in the dream i had a large van i sometimes camped out of) out of Elk's neighborhood and to a scenic spot in the woods for a picnic. it was lovely - all my new animal friends were good company with distinct and unique personalities.

there were also regular animals inhabiting this world. they were referred to as "cousins" of my intelligent friends, and while i was in the company of my friends, i knew i had nothing to fear even from the wild wolves and bears that roamed the woods. they would simply observe us curiously as they passed by.

after i had been visiting a while, i learned that there was another human who knew about this place. his name was something like Galarian or Galadon or something similar, it's a bit fuzzy. he lived full-time in the animal world, and he was something of a boogeyman to all my friends. he was a scientist who performed horrible experiments on "cousin" animals in the secluded laboratory he'd set up in this world, trying to figure out how to turn them into their "intelligent" versions like Dr. Moreau - so far without success, according to my friends. still, the mention of him sent a visible shiver down Elk's back.

one day, while we were picnicking in the woods, we noticed a "cousin" wolf in the distance running straight at us. my friends observed its movements with concern for a moment, then urged me to pile into the van with them as quickly as possible, leaving behind all our adorable picnic supplies. just as we closed the door behind us, the wolf reached us and slammed into the van so hard it rocked. the wolf was making horrible snarling sounds, muzzle dripping with lathered drool that it smeared across the windows as it circled us, testing every possible entrance and snapping its jaws horribly. my friends and i bunched together inside the crowded van and quivered in fear until the wolf finally gave up. we watched it ragefully destroy our picnic, and then at last it ran off into the wilderness. Tiger advised me to leave the picnic stuff behind - it was contaminated now - and head back into town.

the next part i remember is all of us gathering at Elk's house, talking quietly about the situation. all the lights were kept off, and gray clouds obscured the sunlight that normally streamed in through the front windows, so it was quite dark inside for our somber conversation. my friends told me there was a virus that would make animals go mad, and they were starting to see it appear more and more frequently. they weren't sure if it was the evil scientist's doing, or some kind of natural phenomenon, but either way they told me to be cautious and avoid traveling alone. they weren't sure what the virus would do to a human, but they didn't want to take any chances.

as we were gathered in the dining room, i noticed a Deer wearing a ripped, mussed-looking suit wandering dazedly in front of Elk's house. i pointed him out just as he noticed us through the windows, and then the same mad fire lit in his eyes as he launched himself toward the house. my friends and i immediately jumped to lock the front door and close all the windows we had half-opened to admit the breeze. just like the cousin wolf had, this Deer battered at the windows roaring and snarling, leaving streaks of foamy drool behind, before finally running off in frustration.

there's a big chunk here at the end that's fuzzy, but i do recall going on a mission to find out if the evil scientist knows about the virus or if he even may be the cause. as we observed his laboratory we learned that he actually had a couple of intelligent animals working for him, a Bear and another Tiger (not my friend Tiger, a different one). as we watched, they brought him a vial of what looked like spit and told him it was a "sample", which my friends and i took as evidence that the scientist was only just now learning about the virus and planning to study it. we all deemed this a bad thing and started making plans to raid his laboratory when i woke up.

upon awake reflection, this is clearly just rabies. i should've introduced them to the miracle of vaccination and been the hero who stopped a rabies outbreak in furryland.

[anghraine]

My mother was talking about how the Magic School in my novel seems to be run almost entirely by powerful middle-aged women "who are kind of bitchy."

me: yes :)

[pinchan]

this episode doesn't feel very emotional to me tbh... i really enjoyed geto's gestures in the cult scene though i missed his expressiveness mixing with all that fabric in his design. so fun

[natjennie]

it is so fucking wild to me that there are at least 4 fics on ao3 that I know of that have been inspired by dumb shit I've said. I've just been over here being insane about my silly little media and at least 4 different people have created actual pieces of writing about it. that's insanity. anyway this is an open invitation to make a fic about anything that I've said or will ever say, blanket permission to incorporate my ideas into your works, art too! if anything I ever say gives you inspiration, take it and run with it, as long as you let me know if you ever publish it so I can see it. if you want to. i love you. mwah.

[torgawl]

I'M GOING A LITTLE BIT INSANE ACTUALLY

[thatgirlissopeculiar]

Dream’s dnf fanart likes

March 15th

three panels. top: Dream, lying in a hospital bed, saying a doctor gave him a choice between a big dick or great memory. middle: George asking which he chose. bottom: Dream replying that he didn’t remember

sc!George standing, staring down at sc!Dream’s body

sc!George kneeling beside sc!Dream’s body, holding his bloodied mask

George and Dream, sitting in the grass. George putting a flower crown on Dream’s head

Karl hugging Sapnap around the shoulders, George holding a hand out to stop Dream from hugging him

[vullcanica]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

recklessly, like a horse running as fast as it can

You've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. But you don't want to love carefully. You want to love with reckless abandon. You want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. You don't want them to worry about tomorrow. Make today worth living for.

deeply, like the vastness of the sea

You are a very passionate person. You feel everything so intensely, and that definitely includes love. You need someone who will match that passion, that intensity. You need someone who will care about you as much as you care about them, but you have a hard time finding that. You're usually the one who loves more, and it's sad sometimes, but it's okay. You will find someone who loves you just as much as you love them.

casually, the same way you love to breathe

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

Tagged by: @vhgr requested 'anyone but silas' so i'm choosing to misinterpret that and give you four. i actually did this for all of them... but there are only four results. some excluded bc the result didn't fit. (lumen needs to be loved.... from a great great distance, tell you that much)

Tagging: steal it! anyone who wants to. + mandatory tags for @vilestblood @eclipsedt (any!! give me the juice!), @maramcna (not sure if any of you have done it, treat this as an i love you tag)

[somedaytakethetime]

Could I maybe write an homage to blue eyes without actually using a single pronoun? Could I create something that's short and sweet, yet uses a whole lot of pretentious writing as I word-vomit about my favourite eye colour? Well.. you tell me 🤔

Notes and warnings: just an ode to blue eyes, besties. There's a hint at sex, but it's very demure and proper, I promise. It's just a small bit of text about blue eyes, really.

Word count: 863 words, I told you it was a small bit of writing..

The sky is a serene blue, calming and soothing in it's nature. The sound of the waves is lulling you to sleep even as your eyes stay open, focused on the sky above. The sand is warm beneath your back and you relax as a deep sigh exits your body. Endless peaceful blue clouds your vision, continued even as brilliant blue eyes appear right in front of your face. Beautiful blue eyes, calming and soothing in their nature too. A soft smile pulls at the corners of your lips, warmth spreads through your body, all over, way down your toes, blooming from your chest. Love floods your body, rolls and crashes over you, echoing the waves licking at the sand. Your hand reaches out, caresses a soft, pink cheek and equally pink lips upturn to mirror your smile. Warmth. Warmth sand, warm skin. Vision flooded with so much blue, and so much peace and love.

A twinkling sapphire blue sky catches your attention as you look out the window. Startled awake because you didn't realise you fell asleep. The car is in motion, you're being driven home after a peaceful day spent together. Sparkling sapphire eyes look at you, a tender and loving smile pulling at soft lips, "We're almost home. Did you sleep well?". Warmth spreads in your chest as that beloved, gentle voice speaks to you. You nod and curl up in your seat, body twisting on instinct, seeking out the bond that exists between you. The lights are bright spots as they quickly pass by, the external sounds muffled within this warm, safe space that you inhabit. A car isn't safe, not necessarily, but you feel safe here. The deep connection and affection you feels offers you all the safety you need. Sapphire eyes focus on the road ahead, the soft humming and gentle tapping on the wheel in rhythm with the radio makes you relax even further against the seat. You watch, transfixed, as bright night lights shine and reflect off of those beloved gentle eyes.

Icy blue sparkles in the sun. The lake has frozen over and you stop to watch, mesmerised, as the warm rays sparkle against that perfect mirror-like surface, turning it nearly blindingly bright. Icy blue eyes look at you, a woolen-clad hand reaches out, "Is everything okay?", gentle worried tone, wondering if something is wrong and why you stopped so suddenly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", crystal icy blue turns to look at the nearly blinding lake as the sun shines uncharacteristically bright for this time of year in this area, a shrug rises and falls from graceful shoulders, "I've seen it all my life, it looks the same as it does every year. But I get it's new for you, so it's ~*wonderous*~ and ~*magical*~." your own woolen-clad hand reaches out for a soft smack, "Stop mocking me, it's not funny.." but it is in it's own way. You've never experienced any of this. It's on par with a miracle for you, but those beautiful icy eyes have landed on this same lake every single year, for many years now. A woolen-clad hand wraps around yours, pulls you tighter, for a moment you stop just to observe the lake. Despite the teasing, those beautiful sparkling eyes try to see the world in the same way yours do, full of wonder and curiosity over your new surroundings. A soft smile is directed at you, "You really think it's beautiful, don't you?" and you sigh just as softly. Besotted and in love. Gazing into those icy blues, you nod, "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

The palest blue is looking at you. Nearly grey at this hour and in this dark room, as hands reach for your body, lips softly kissing your neck and whispering, "I need you.". Warmth spreads through you instantly, need drips from your aching soul on the spot. Warm, sleepy lips touch yours, hands pulling at your clothes while yours slide under fabric, seeking out the pleasure, guided by need. Pale blue is yet again looking at you, a chest rises and falls against yours, breathless with a desperate yearning. "I love you.", is whispered and dreamy, you're both clouded with sleep, but the need is so strong.. there's so much want.. and devotion.. and love. Warm hands leave burning touches behind, two bodies press together and move in sync, as one single soul. Soft sounds echo in the dark, quiet room. Deep kisses mix with needy sounds, tender touches exchanged, a crescendo of need and pleasure flooding two bodies who exist as one. Foreheads pressed, beautiful pale blue looking right at your soul as all the need erupts and crashes through you. Desperate hands cling to pliant flesh, tongues mixing in a dance for dominance, controlled by need. Chests rise and fall as breathless panting overtakes your bodies, "I love you so much.", the palest blue eyes are looking at you. You feel warmth, and love, and devotion spread through your body, all the way down your toes, blooming from your chest. You understand now that you have a favourite colour: all these precious, loving shades of blue.

[claire-starsword]

so funny to revisit retro games now knowing more of what the limitations were and why things look as they do. As a kid i always loved that the 8-bit sonic games had different colored rings depending on the stage, made them look super shiny and reflective and special. Now I know that they probably just ran out of colors in the palettes, but doesn't make it look any less pretty lmao

[darabeatha]

/ I remember how I was never able to understand how artists on p.ixiv could fill up pages and pages of drawings of one character but since A.rjuna and M.octezuma happened, I now understand how