a man and his handshake (s1ep1 !!!) lineup for kiddads SOON. constructive crit welcome + wip + id in alt text + etc etc. if you're mean to me you'll go to hell forever and ever.
cdrunz drabble perhaps prettz please with cherries on top 🥺🥺🥺
SMALL DRABBLES / C!DRUNZ & 🥺
Dream is giggling: an uncharacteristic sound considering the weight of the destruction they’ve left behind over the past week. Punz can’t help but grin too, endeared, in a stupid way, by his laughter. “Dude,” they say, shoving at Dream’s shoulder, “you’re ruining our reputation.”
This only seems to make Dream wheeze harder. It’s been a long time since Punz has seen him this bright: for once, the sun shines and the birds chirp and the trees rustle, and Punz is perfectly content because Dream is smiling. “Reputation,” Dream repeats, spluttering, “you— you literally choked on chicken while trying to, to, I don’t know! Prove you could do a handstand. And you want to talk to me about reputation.”
Punz’s cheeks heat up, but his embarrassment is easy, light in his chest when Dream laughs again. Hard to imagine they’ve got any kind of negative reputation, when everything is so warm and peaceful. Hard to imagine anything is wrong when Dream’s smile is so right on his face. “Okay, but I could do a handstand. You’ve gotta hand it to me.”
Dream’s smile is crooked and for a moment, Punz is reminded of the boy who had started the server in the first place.
“Yeah,” he says, linking his hand in Punz’s, “guess you did.”
Their hands connect like they always have across the years, and the world feels whole.
this au idea has been buzzing around my head for a while and after seeing a few other ppl talk about it i decided to make a little comic. i have no idea if i’ll continue, but here take this 💥🍊
if i do continue i might make a tag for this au specifically! how does “etaerio au” sound? etaerio is when multiple fruit bloom from one flower (in this case multiple oranges from once source) lol
Due to a lack of enrichment (read: canon content of my blorbo) I have begun drawing parallels between c!Owen, from outsiders, and Sparrow, Owen’s latest character.
Yes, I know I’m stretching incredibly hard. Yes, you will get tone whisplash. Leave me alone I miss my bastard mcrp blorbo 😔
Celeste & Lucian during Cel's baby vamp era || Celeste & Wes sometime during the late '70s/early '80s || Sparrow & Endymion (She's not wearing her eyepatch that seals him in so he's tormenting her <333 He's actually quite fond of her ok)
Lacy & her beloved husband, Owen, years ago || Lacy & her guard dog Zeke in the present (Preventing him from tearing someone up bc they looked at her wrong) || My beloved worst couple Sid & Sel <333
Kira Gallagher (TWD verses)
Top Left: Teenage era, being a hellion || Top Right: Pre Zombie Apocalypse
Bottom Left: Early Apocalypse, safe in shelter || Bottom Right: Present, post doing something that's necessary in the new world
Tagged by the lovely @carlosoliveiraa to do these cute picrews! 1 & 2
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @marivenah @alexxmason @henbased @simplegenius042 @inafieldofdaisies @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @clicheantagonist and anyone else who wants to participate! Sorry if you already have and I haven't seen it yet! It's been a while since I've been on here
The correct answer is that you don’t. The ending writes itself. Hits when least expected, ravages everything in its path. Destroys gods and blesses the underdogs. Renders the world and its occupants reeling in the aftermath. The ending is the ending is the ending and Dream, God, is so fucking tired.
Despite his terror and frustration when the server dies, for one stupidly emotional moment, he’s relieved.
And in that moment he thinks he sees Wilbur.
Not as he’d become: maddened, jaded, never without a cigarette and that old coat that hadn’t been washed in months. But as he’d been (as he always will be, in Dream’s mind): healthy, standing tall and proud in his L’Manburg uniform, a smile on his face that reeks of ambition and drive and knowing.
It had turned Dream’s stomach then. It makes him reach out now.
Wilbur grins as his hand locks with Dream’s, only briefly. The touch sends electric jolts up Dream’s arm: or maybe that’s the shockwaves from the missile hitting, he doesn’t care anymore doesn’t know. But for a moment he’s startled by the connection. “Look at that,” Wilbur muses, eyes alight, “your finished symphony.”
Dream can’t breathe. Smoke and silence clogs his lungs. His body is weightless, momentarily, floating in an abyss where his senses are smothered by Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. Says his name now, mouth unwieldy and untethered. “It’s not my symphony,” he says, and Wilbur laughs.
“Guess not.” The older man is drifting away, form dissolving in sudden rays of sun. “You didn’t even finish it in the end, did you? Didn’t even get to give yourself the ending you wanted.” Wilbur’s smile is wry and wide. “So much for the prison. So much for the plan.”
Dream’s eyes are blinded. Shielding them, he calls out, exposed and raw: “You knew this would happen. Didn’t you?”
A laugh rings in his head as he blinks awake, bleary-eyed and brightening at the sight of an unfamiliar server. There’s a sun in the sky and a path under his feet, and it almost feels like home. But it’s missing cigarette smoke: and Dream can’t help but feel like someone is watching over him, resigned to watching history repeat, as he turns to start his new life.
Faybelle: I want you to keep Dexter away from my girlfriend.
Sparrow interrupts: Wait, let me get this straight… pardon the expression. You, Faybelle, want to keep Dexter, Cupid’s boyfriend, away from Raven, your girlfriend?
Faybelle nods
Sparrow: Well, that’s three girls that won’t have sex with him. What’s the problem?