#crossing the dreams
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crossingthedreams · 2 months ago
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masterlist
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* = indicates smut
house m.d.
not enough - james wilson x f!reader*
angstober 2024
day 01 - again (joel miller x reader)
day 02 - countdown (marcus acacius x f!reader)
day 03 - self-destruction (aemond targaryen x sister!reader)*
day 04 - blood (the ghoul x f!reader)
day 05 - do better (doctor gregory house x f!reader)
day 06 - medication (doctor gregory house x f!reader)
day 07 - you still don't get it (joel miller x f!reader)*
day 08 - growing pains (aemond targaryen x niece!reader)
day 09 - promise (javier peña x f!reader)
day 10 - humiliation (aemond targaryen x niece!sister)
day 11 - wake up (marcus acacius x f!reader)
day 12 - rotten touch (joel miller x f!reader)
day 13 - shaking (javier peña x f!reader)
day 14 - only around you (aemond targaryen x niece!reader)
day 15 - false hope (gregory house x f!reader)
day 16 - no one else to turn to (aemond targaryen x sister-wife!reader)
day 17 - shh... (dbf!joel miller x f!reader)
day 18 - falling stars (javier peña x f!reader)
day 25 - spare me (javier peña x f!reader)
random writings (no fandom)
back when I was living for the hope of it all
smoke on my clothes
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lilacxquartz · 10 days ago
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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.
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cherpupz · 3 months ago
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utmv meme dump pt. 1 / ?
credit :3
killer - rahafwabas horror - sour apple studios cross - jakei95 dream + nightmare - jokublog swap - p0pcornpr1nce / au community error - loverofpiggies ink - comyet dust - ask-dusttale
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skitastc · 5 months ago
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How tall were they again?
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ku3vko · 7 months ago
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[Blushing Faces Meme] w/ the Sanses!!
I should've reddened Killer's face more,, but I needed to hurry this a bit cuz internship is coming soon & it's midnight here 😂
>> OG template by Miimiiakatsuki on Pixiv <<
ZOOM-INS !!!
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ecxz · 2 months ago
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(CLOSED, someone won. thanks for playing!) uhhh quick guessing game. whoever guesses first in the comments who my fav (and is correct) gets a free doodle of their choice bc that would be fun
anyway, these are my interpretations of them all. i know they’re all (or mostly) sanses, but i like to make them look different to show more personality n such, plus to stray away from same face syndrome. hope you guys like em and if u get inspired by them or draw them then pls tag me oh my goodness…..
full ver. below
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im autism
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voidzphere · 7 months ago
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☆ which sans are u !!
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☆ part 2
( cuz the onez i keep seein on tiktok are painfully inaccurate.. )
ink belongz to comyet error belongz to crayon queen dream & nightmare belongz to jokublog classic belongz to Toby Fox/Temmie Chang swap/blue belongz to his respective owner (who doesn't want to be associated w swap anymore) killer belongz to rahafwabas cross belongz to jakei horror belongz to sour-apple-studios
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itsxroxannex · 5 months ago
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Got the inspiration from my old drawing👀
Dream belongs to Jokublog
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zu-is-here · 2 months ago
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We have a winner!! (leave him alone)
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mildarka · 6 months ago
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Felt like making a reverted AU
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pidgydraws · 9 days ago
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⚙️ for a moment we had it all... ⚙️
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antlered-prince · 8 months ago
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i put all the headshots together for convenience uwu
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aguinhac · 26 days ago
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ITS THEM SPOOKY MONTH!! this took way to fucking long..
Anyways happy Halloween guys.
Aftertale belongs to @loverofpiggies
Ink belongs to @comyet
Cross belongs to @jakei95
Errortale belongs to @loverofpiggies
Killer belongs to @rahafwabas
Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale
Horror belongs to @sour-apple-studios
Epictale belongs to @yugogeer012
Reapertale belongs to @renrink
Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog
Core frisk belongs to @dokudoki
Poppy belongs to @fmsdraws
Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies
Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub
Paperjam belongs to @7goodangel
Pallete roller belongs to @lasseutblogo (thanks @printreblogs for telling me the account wasn't deleated)
Blueprint belongs to @pepper-mint
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mcnotok · 8 months ago
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junipers-insects · 9 months ago
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The next logical step after drawing them all in dresses
(edit: I swear if one more person says anything about horror I'm deleting this)
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otagoshi · 4 months ago
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clowns 🤡
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I had done this for the clown week but for reasons I couldn't finish it in time (I still had more characters in mind to add but if I continued it would never end) but I thought it would be a waste not to publish it so I decided to do it postscript: if you have a character clown branch (classic clowns, jesters, mimes, pierrots, etc.) who that you like and is not here, put it in the comments and I will take it into account for next year! :o]
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