#LITERALLY CAME TO ME IN A DREAM
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A voice cut through the grey.
Starting resuscitation.
It sounded almost distantly familiar, but she panicked when the IFF module didn't give an immediate response. A mental command, flicking the mass accelerator out of her left arm and… no confirmation. Her heart raced.
She tried bringing up her scope. Night vision. Thermal. No response.
Patient is experiencing spasms, requesting restraints!
Preparing for combat she braced for the euphoric cocktail of drugs that were about to be delivered into her system when the adrenalin spike was detected, starting to shake as the hit never came.
Running down the list of cockpit commands in a fervour, begging for feedback. HUD. Lights. Even the camera washer. Her mind hovered over the last two mental commands, one that would start an emergency eject that should work on the last remaining dregs of backup power, the other would deliver a fatal shock of electricity to the base of her neck. She weighed them evenly; if she was taken down by an EMP and being cut out, ejection would be certain death anyway.
Patient at risk of harm! I need help here!
With a determined mental nod she triggered the eject, trying to tense herself up and opened her eyes.
Instead of the inky-black comfort of the cockpit she was immediately overwhelmed with light. Nauseated she tried to throw up only to have a thin string of drool dribble down her chin. As things came into focus she was hit by a second wave of nausea. Sluggish motor inputs felt like twice the response time she was used to. Multiple ocular inputs overwhelmed with more visual feedback than she had with the mech's single TGP and laser rangefinder.
Finally she saw arms being held down. Not her arms. These were pale, thin and fragile things, twitching and shaking as someone held them down by the wrist. Knowing when she was beaten she sent the final mental command. Nothing. She was still here as she fell limp, her eyes catching a bare chest rising and falling in exertion out of the bottom of their field of view.
Seizure has subsided, testing reflexes.
Feeling started to return as blood pumped through her body. Not hydraulic oil or coolant. Blood. Right. The arms and chest were hers and the sound of her panicked breathing suddenly cut through the tinnitus, her body retching again.
Something loomed over her, blocking out the light before a pinprick blinded her again, waving back and fourth before winking out, consumed into the overhead blur again.
"Pupils slow to respond, suspected brain damage."
The voice, lacking any static from transmission, was right above her. She was just processing what had finally been understood when she felt a prick in her left wrist.
"Administering sedative for MRI."
Her nervous system jerked only to find muscles that wouldn't contract, paralysed as her mind once again faded into static.
#hazyposting#robot girl#girl#mechposting#mech pilot#writing#literally came to me in a dream#first time writing something like this since highschool
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call me pastry bag the way i fill her pussy w cream
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what a weird cinematic universe
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A Cardfight!! Vanguard OC (THAT WAS REVEALED TO ME IN A DREAM)
"I found a meme which said that 3AM dreams just hit different, and it can't be any truer for my case."
In my dream, I was watching Vanguard on the family room TV. I think it was post will+dress season two; when the Uniformers were at their peak. But during that episode, I saw an unfamiliar character.
Her name is "Fuka" as I remembered. She looked like Kumi from the G era, except her hair was longer and tied into a high ponytail. Her attire seemed off too; and by off, I mean she dressed like that one edgy Yu-Yu in the DSR version of Vairina Esperaridea (you know exactly which one).
The picture above is my effort of interpreting what she looked like using picrew.
Her deck consisted of candy/dessert-themed cards (I swear, the only audible word I heard was "Jellybean"), so I'm guessing she used either a Pale Moon-centric Dark States deck or Lyrical Monasterio.
That's not even the weirdest part. That goes to the fact that she was beating Sophie Belle's ass; a clear image of Astroea zoomed-in in desperation as her mask breaks. Obviously, this seemed like utter nonsense since Raika will probably be the one to beat her ass (y'know, for redemption/revenge lol), but if I see a character even remotely like this one and plays an important role... then I don't know what to say.
So, yeah. I don't know what to take from this. I'll propably make a proper OC out of her and make her so-called "candy" archetype real somehow.
#cardfight!! vanguard#cardfight!! vanguard will+dress#oc#LITERALLY CAME TO ME IN A DREAM#I should stop scrolling through my phone past midnight
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I had a lovely dream last night. I was in a school gym doing like an obstacle course and they were throwing things at us that were supposed to be scary including a big bat and a little bat. and I caught the little bat and just kept it cause it was so cute it looked like this:
it was so round and fit in my pocket. I gave it scritches under its little chin
#little bat#halloween#it came to me in a dream#literally#dreams#bat#spooky month#october#i would die for little bat#i want to learn to make plushies so I can have a cuddleable little bat#my art#sketchies#doodle#doodles
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i have an oc story finally <3
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#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin alastor#alastor has a heart. literally#it came to me in a dream#he keeps getting pointed at the heart#or pulled or jammed... or slashed through the heart#sooo? literally chained by the heart#it has technically nothing to do with him being aromantic but its also poetic in some way im sure#alastors breakdown#im really proud of this one Im gonna be real#im so fucking late for this party#hazbin art#hazbin hotel
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Prompt:
Actor Au!
Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.
Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.
#Jason just thinks it’s phenomenal acting#and totally doesn’t move a muscle until the Regisseur calls the cut#at which point Jason just jumps up and goes ‘that was AWESOME Pops!’#only bruce doesn’t stop crying and clutching at him#and literally everyone else is disturbed by the sheer level of emotion#the only reason the cut wasn’t called earlier is because the filming crew was too shocked with Bruce’s screaming and begging#Jay honey you played the dead child a little too well#Bruce is having a full blown mental breakdown#Dick and Tim have to be called on set#unless they’re already there and also joining the cuddle pile because#JASON YOU PLAYED YOUR PART TOO WELL#Joker’s actor is going on a month long vacation he’s got trauma#I��m still sick af but this au came to me in a fever dream oops#might be dying more at eleven lol#actor au#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#tim drake#red hood#joker#prompts#angst#jaybin#batdad
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DpxDc Prompt
Danny, for whatever reason, has somehow wound up in a texting chain for the Injustice League. How this happened, or why the Injustice League even has a texting chain is beyond him. He didn't realize at first that it was the Injustice League messaging because it was usually a bunch of vague stuff and he just thought it was spam. Until he started connecting dots to dates, times, and locations of attacks related to the villainous league. So Danny starts taking notes and drops anonymous tips to the Justice League.
Only, the villains eventually catch on that they have a leak, and after finding a phone number that shouldn't be there, Danny receives a very direct message: The villains know about him, and they're coming.
If it was just him, he could manage. But the worst of the worst are coming for Amity Park and Danny is just one kid with more experience fighting ghosts than humans. It's time to drop his anonymity and ask the Justice League for help.
#this literally came to me in a dream lol#danny after realizing he was included in a villains gc: don't be suspicious don't be suspicious—#danny after getting caught: *chuckles* i'm in danger#dpxdc#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dcxdp#dcxdp prompt#dcxdp crossover
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lunch break :P
bp!tubbo and tommy sharing some rations in pogtopia for @sixteenth-day-event prompt "kindness" :3 i think about bptubbo risking his stupid skin to feed his loser bestie&co often
#sixteenthdayevent#things i make#dsmp#dream smp fanart#tommyinnit#tubbo#clingyduo#clingyduo fanart#pogtopia clingyduo are so special to me anyways so. ya#struggled a littl and also thought i wouldnt get anything out in time but im happy with this regardless!!! i like how tommy came out#better than tubbo but w/e :3#bptechno bringing them literal military rations vs bptubbo bringing them leftovers in tupperwares and tinfoil . idk they are special#block party#how did i forget the block party tag .
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Drown
#how did you came up with this idea?#it was revealed to me in a dream#no literally#I tried to recreate it#but I kinda hate it now#but eh whatever#don't wanna spend any more time working on it#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#fanart
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More than just the Demon.
#ffxiv#digital art#zenos yae galvus#venat#endwalker spoilers#will forever be fascinated with this man#look guys look- the literal embodiment of wol's wings of hope LOL (and me going hehe about that and footfalls)#the part of me that adores digging into the nuance of character writing (intentional or otherwise) is just latched onto zenos#and venat-- they cant just give us two characters who get really important 1v1 duels#and ask really important questions#and love the MC and are willing to risk themselves so unconditionally#and have them not live rent free in my brain#--and maybe this tiptoes into the realm of crack theory so beware there will be a lot past here--#but I cant help but think zenos is akin to an oracle or warrior of light but was tempered/corrupted by zodiark#or some strange happenstance of varis (who shares visual traits to golbez before 6.0 ever came out and the dark mana burst)#and carosa (who it seems zenos got his looks from- and he already looks like he has ties to venat and argos like minfillia does)#was he a result of the eternal chess match between the two parties' machinations? or just some strange twist of fate?#another day of him being “emet's successful experiment” (again- intentional or no) making me thonk#theres something so strange about the final days dreams and how dark aspected he is- that his void abilities are more tied to him tbh#yet his mannerisms beyond just what he's been through almost reminds me of light corruption and the uncanny calmness#we see in most beings associated with the light in any significant way and like second phase eden shiva#he almost has all the marks of someone who shouldve already had the echo or blessing of light but for one reason or another#was unable to hear hydaelyns call#of course it doesnt help i mentally associate him with connections to zero and how she was corrupted before she was even born#and durante- who states uncanny ability and connection with light and darkness and yet favors dark magic more#i simply live with the idea that zenos' soul was an eternally faithful companion to wol's and#this time the cardinal sin of separating the pair finally happened to rather dire consequences lmao
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LESBIAN BLAST UR NARILAMB
#Narinder my pathetic lil meow meow#it came to me in a dream#i had to take it back a couple of times bc i was taking this a little too seriously#literally had to pull their sprites up so I would chill out on drawing#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb#dare i say#narilamb#!!!#humanized#only bc i had to beat the furry allegations#my art
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The Works
You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.
For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.
Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.
The Works.
“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.
“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”
You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.
That’s not what happened.
Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.
A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.
At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.
Plastic?
Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.
Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.
This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a
Perfect
Pretty
Plaything
...
Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.
But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.
As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.
A Collar.
You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…
A Doll.
“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.
“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.
“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”
You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.
“What are you?”
“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”
“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”
“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.
“Please play with me”.
You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.
Good Doll.
#this story literally came to me in a dream#i was half asleep and held my arms up#and thought hey i can work with this#dollification#transformation#brainwashing#hypnosis#robotization#femcorp#dollify yourself#some of the verbiage is borrowed from hypno files i enjoy#ask nice and i can send you some links#💙💙💙#💙💚💜
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#rereading trc while simultaneously falling back into aftg stuff by virtue of reading tsc and thereby transporting myself back to when i#was sixteen but it's fine it's totally fine like it's whatever 😁👍#r.txt#anyway. me when – me when i – me when i'm trying to tell my best friend that i'm gay but i'm also trying to tell him i can take stuff from#my dreams and i took my now pet raven from my dreams like from my head i'm a dreamer but also that's kind of the same thing but also it's#really not but also it is bc it's an allegory but also that's not the only thing the dreaming is an allegory for and also i'm scared to tel#him like i'm terrified actually and i don't want to tell him but also i need to tell him but also he already knows but i don't know that he#knows and also i was goinggggg to tellllllll himmmmmm arghhhhhhh#this scene is soooooooooo like. like AOUGH. ARGH OUGH AGH AOUGHHHHHH#<- sounds of a guy taking minus xp damage with every word read of this stupid scene. he literally was going to tell gansey 😕.........#trc#ronsey#like i need 2 lay down. he came out there to tell him......the timbre of his voice being described as strange&initially unrecognizable....#i read this part like. 2 weeks ago idk. smth of the sort. and i'm STILL thinking abt it....you came out for something.....when you'd made u#ur mind to confess but ur mouth betrayed you in the end......associated with secrets and guilt......MAN.....
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like i’ve said time and time again, i haven’t watched bbc merlin in years but i was just wondering when the first time merlin called arthur by his name to his face and im scrolling thru the transcripts on the fandom wiki (supposedly it was s1ep4 btw) and im skimming the script for all these episodes and getting angrier and angrier. gaius was wrong for all that. morgana deserved so much better. edwin muirden was valid as hell (for targeting uther AND gaius. yeah. i said it.). also kilgharrah ate with that one lil line “then turn a blind eye. that is, after all, your talent” okay lizard brain pop offff.
#gaius telling merlin to stop using magic so casually in the privacy and security of their quarters?????#wtf is wrong with that???? ur only instilling unnecessary fear and shame into him#gaius KNOWING morgana is a seer but gaslighting her into believing its nothing more than dreams#same shit#making her feel crazy for something shes going thru#OOOOO GAIUS GOT ME PISSED OFF#SORRY#IM NOT NORMALLY ANTI GAIUS BUT WHEW#reading back thru these transcripts got me heated#gaius and uther and kilgharrah were all wrong#there were hints of arthur being accepting of magic in s1#when gwen was accused of healing her father arthur literally stood up to his father about it#ABOUT MAGIC!!!!!#and told him that even if gwen had used magic she used it to cure her father#he described it as an act of love and kindness#FUCKKK#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#morgana le fay#morgana pendragon#anti gaius#sorryyy#but im actually not#like uther committed a genocide and we hate him yeah but gaius stood by and did NOTHING and even built off of uthers actions#yeah sure he didnt kill anyone or turn anyone in to uther but he used uthers actions as a way to instill fear and shame into magic users#who came to him for HELP#merlin repeatedly about other magic users circa s1: but theyre like me!!#gaius and kilgharrah: no they are bad and evil and need to die!!!#everything wouldve been so much better had merlin just followed his heart and made his own choices
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