#daydream characters

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi!! Do you have any advice in telling paras/headmates apart? I'm a little puzzled rn as my guy is expressing a lot of headmate traits but I'm worried I'm forcing his answers. They generally only speak when prompted or thought of passively, excluding one or two occasions where they were triggered.

For paras specifically, one other thing I find is that normal daydream characters shouldn't have meta awareness. Like, a daydream character shouldn't be conscious of the fact that they're a daydream character or that you're imagining them. They should only be aware of their own world.

Beyond that, I think this applies:

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

Huh, I don't remember watching this part of Cinderella (tw: Blood and a knife)

Butcher Vanity arc part 2! Butcher Vanity arc part 2! Some cursed images plagued my vision and I felt the need to bring them to life.

[sea-adhesiveness537]

hi it's the op of the madd ask game! how about 1, 7, and 25?

1.) How long have I've been Daydreaming? Hmm... For as long as I can remember. Daydreaming is like breathing, it's a second nature and it just happens. The earliest daydreams I might remember are from when I was in nursery or kindergarten, I was very young.

7.) Oh boy, I've been looking forward for this question! Parallel parking prompt, let's gooooooo

Ok, so, while SpongeBob can drive in my paracosm, as in, has the ABILITY to drive a car or a boat mobile, he doesn't like it because he finds it very boring. So he wouldn't give much fucks about parallel parking his car unless it's actually at the expense of other cars. But if you let him have a monster ride like, say, Nihilego Lusamine (I'm using her as an example because it's funny and that she's actually one of his go to mode of transport), THAT'S when the MF actually can parallel park his god damn ride just fine without any problem.

Mickey would boast about being able to parallel park like a good citizen should and be obnoxious about it, but does a shitty job when he actually tries to execute it. Bonus points if he hits a villain actor's car in the process (on purpose or not) and not give a fuck about that. He even believes that his parallel parking looks good and insists that it's perfect, even though it's not.

Sandy is one of the normal ones who'd just parallel park her vehicle just fine and not be to weird about it.

Clarabelle ranges from getting anxious over her car not being perfectly parallel enough (ex: the car being an inch too close or far from another car or object, the car not being straight, the car being in a particular angle, ect), to bragging about parallel parking it successfully first try as if she's a Mary Sue incarnate. But in reality, it took her four or five tries at best, and ten or more at worse if she was having a bad day.

Sonic exe and Ludwig Von Drake would rather just park elsewhere to not deal with this than park in tight spaces if possible (SpongeBob would do this too).

Gothel's also normal, but that's because I made her a bus driver in the paracosm because I got inspired by a video of Google translate singing Mother Knows Best and I gotta yoink the idea for how hilarious the video was. She wouldn't use a bus for this, but it'd be pretty impressive if she somehow manages to parallel park it.

Lusamine would hastily park the car as if she's running from the mob or is late for work, and bump into something in the process. If it's a hero actor's car or worse, Mickey's, then shit would hit the fan very quickly. She takes after SpongeBob with the can park a creature ride properly with no issues thing going on

Cynthia is the one who can park it well and smoothly for a first try and doesn't make a big deal about it. Her ser-workers (aka: co-stars) would freak out about it though.

25.) Which para I'd hate to meet in real life? Honestly Mickey and his cult. Sure, people would make memes about it for the first few weeks, but the moment they get put into the news because of their cult shit and trying to indoctrinate people into their religion, I'm really not meeting them in person multiple times just for the memes. Also, they're very scary, you would not want to face them, especially in combat. You'll either get killed or brainwashed. Pick your poison.

It doesn't help that I try to model their cult after rl ones like the Jehovah's witnesses and heaven's gate. I just like to ruin people's childhoods by making a cult out of Disney characters because the severe whiplash of childhood cartoon characters being in a cruel cult either harming people or being harmed will never not be pretty amusing and super fascinating to me.

Honorary mention: I wouldn't like to meet Lusa in person, either because I kinda still associate her with her canon self or I can not act normal around her because of the daydreams. Either way, I really don't want to deal with her. I'd rather leave her to SpongeBob.

EDIT: I'M A DUMBASS

I forgot that answers can be edited! Welp, guess you have to deal with the ask I sent you.

So yeah, my paras are the fic kind or the pre-existing characters who were unlucky enough to be kidnapped into my mind and be near its vicinity. Yes, they're not mine, but they're adoptive children stolen off the streets from their creators because my brain said so.

Edit: found a typo and fixed it.

[neeino]

did something bad

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so im someone who daydreams basically 24/7 so with that i make characters and change said story to my liking. these 2 amazing people (besides me the purple haired one) are jace and damion. soon ill have more info on them.

jace: blonde, 31, gay, and married to damion engaged to me.

damion: dark brown hair, 31 (32 in november), gay, married to jace engaged to me.

basically they r super rich, in total they r worth like 400 million... yeah. both r old money and come from wealth. ive been getting into trouble a lot and this was the 3rd time they had to bail me out. (stuff like trespassing). i called jace but he said he wouldnt bail me out anymore. so damion helped me so now jace is mad at him and me.

yeah i tried to show the living room but im still working on making the place look more full of life and feels lived in. so yeah the daydream ive been thinking of atm.

[sea-adhesiveness537]

Why not both!?

I have daydream characters who are either of those. My main antagonist is a small little guy who's originally a very significant childhood icon in animation history. The deuteragonist who'd do almost anything for the protagonist can turn into a big scary monster and acts really wholesome around him even in that state.

Feel free to ask who's who for those who don't know but are curious :)

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Diamond of Sadena

[monstertidbits]

ryoko kui is hands down the queen of character design

[hourly-canaries]

[sea-adhesiveness537]

Ngl, I keep coming back to this post because it reminds me of the characters from my fanfic/daydreams and I'm very tempted to make a text/post meme out of this with them so bad.

i have been constantly in tears over this newly hatched duck i found on instagram last night

[reverie-starlight]

i think if you ask atsumu if he’d still love you if you were a worm one night before bed, he’d get all excited and turn to face you with this huge smile and be like “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YA TO ASK ME! I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT A LOT!” and go on to explain his plan for two different scenarios- one where you get turned into a worm in front of him via wizard/warlock/witch/spell user/some curse, and one where you turn into a worm overnight and he’s not sure where tf you are in the morning bc he wasn’t there to see it happen.

he then goes on to proudly explain that in the first scenario he’d build you this little portable terrarium and carry you around while he finds a cure for you. and he’d take such good care of you.

in the second scenario he freaks out about you being gone, but comes to the conclusion that he’d somehow eventually realize that you were the worm he found on your pillow that morning and take good care of you and work tirelessly to find a cure as well. he tells you about the terrarium he’d build you in extreme detail. you’d apparently be living a luxury life worms could only dream of, according to him. no birds are getting you while you’re under his care. (<- his exact words.) he’ll get you the premium dirt and a huge fish tank.

so short answer is yes, he would absolutely still love you if you were a worm and he would go above and beyond for you.

you’re touched of course, and also very tempted to find a worm to put on your pillow before he wakes up and hide in the bathroom tomorrow morning to scare him a bit.

[rissaito]

“don’t cry, my child”

i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…

[dilf-hunter-fantasies]

[900 words of fluff and cock worship]

daydreaming about…

Older boyfriend Joel who is so patient and tender with you. He slips out of the bedroom without turning on a light in the mornings, not wanting to disturb your sleep. But he never forgets to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, murmuring something sweet, before he leaves.

And on the weekends it’s the same. Except he comes back in an hour or two, just to leave a coffee on the nightstand for you. Doting without smothering, or risking your morning attitude.

Some days you don’t wake up until you smell the earthy coffee, steam still swirling from the mug. But most of the time he barely makes it to the doorway before you croak out a quiet, “Wait.”

“Come here,” you lilt in your rich timbered morning voice, stretching your arms toward him. It never gets old to him, no, he thinks it’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. One of the most heavenly sights.

You can only grin lazily at him. Your gaze drags down, over his handsome smile, over the rippling muscles of his chest and arms under his worn tee, and skimming over the bulge in his loose sweats.

You scoot toward the middle of the bed, hold up the cover, inviting him into the warmth you’ve been nestled in. He climbs in and scoops you onto the broad plane of his chest.

“Morning, pretty girl,” he rumbles beneath you, voice deep as the ocean. It’s so serene to be in his strong arms. Nobody has ever grounded you like this, anchored you, physically and emotionally.

It’s not that being older makes him smarter or wiser than you, rather, he’s the first to brag about your accomplishments or support your goals. It’s the way that time has taught him gratitude.

Joel is present with you. So alive. Flesh and blood, warm and firm. He’s not in a rush, not sacrificing his energy chasing benchmarks or brushing you off to prove something.

He’s there with you.

Sometimes he just holds you in a peaceful quiet. You listen to his breathing and his heartbeat. Until the sun gets higher in the sky and the world comes to life.

But most of the time you can’t resist wiggling your hips against him and biting your lip. Fucking with him, just until you feel his dick start to stir.

Joel’s heart flutters at your breathy giggles, but when your laughter is cut off with a gasp, the heat rushes lower. He likes the game you play, always teasing him and acting surprised at how fiercely he wants you. How badly he needs you. It never takes long before he’s rock hard, straining against his sweats, precum leaving a little dark patch against the soft material between you.

Sometimes everything stays slow and syrupy, just grinding and rubbing against each other until Joel can’t take it anymore. Until he has to roll you over so he can sink into your soft, warm cunt. Sometimes you take turns spoiling each other with greedy hands and mouths until you’re both sweating and sticking to each other.

But sometimes you do this thing that sends him right over the edge. You sit up and perch your ass on the meat of his thighs, far enough down that you can pull at his waistband freeing his throbbing cock. The way you grin just playing with it makes him dizzy.

You’re so fucking hot without even trying.

You’re always fascinated by his dick, hard or soft.

Always amused with the bounce it makes when you let go of his shaft and the weight makes it slap against his lower belly. You like the mess of it, the precum that beads, and rolls from his slit, the string of it connecting to the dark hair on his stomach. You’re easily infatuated by the heat of his length in your palm, the silky smooth skin, the veins and the angry red tip. The lust on your face is unmistakable.

Joel could cum just seeing the ardor in your eyes and the greedy way you wet your lips. But then, matching his gaze and lowering your body, you lick a hot, wet stripe from base to tip. His entire body shudders, overwhelmed with the heavenly bliss.

When you finally envelop him in the wet furnace of your mouth, he’s on another planet, groaning and praising you, encouraging you with a massive palm wrapped around the back of your head. Completely at your mercy, he’ll do anything you want. You get him so blissed out he’s nearly incoherent.

He rarely lasts long enough to fuck you properly on those mornings. But when you finally let him get his hands between your legs he could nearly cum a second time just feeling how wet you are.

Drenched.

So absurdly turned on, he barely gets to sink his thick digits inside of you before you’re gasping and crying out his name. But you love it. Nobody has ever made you burn with such intensity and ache with such desire.

And he’s generous. Joel never stops until you’re tugging at his wrist, pulling his arm away as you tremble and spasm.

And some days when you come back to yourself and find yourself staring into his deep brown eyes you think you’d like to spend your mornings like this for the rest of your life.

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[sea-adhesiveness537]

Screen Universe!SpongeBob, getting hallucinations from Mickey's illusion spells, PTSD from seeing his friends and citizens get killed or go missing, guilt from his show going downhill and causing discontinuation of other Nick shows and thinking it's his fault, depression from said guilt and grief, feeling conflicted with his persona and feeling horrible about not being like him ever again, becoming besties with Lusamine by accident, becoming friends with the Squid Sisters and starting an unhealthy friendship with them also by accident, helping a group of villain actors with their psycho mouse problem TWICE, and many more while spending his free time or doing stuff off-camera or away from the show (not in this particular order):

[teddybeartoji]

hands gripping your hips, eyebrows pinched together and parted lips; his cheeks are flushed, his eyes lidded as he watches you eagerly grind yourself back and forth on his lap. "fuck... y'gonna cum on my lap, pretty?"

smug, he sounds so smug. he loves having you on him, he loves seeing you like this. all pliant under his touch, rocking into him with every breath you take. you look so beautiful; already so fucked out, begging for more. so he can't help but tease a little, to push your buttons because oh, how he loves to watch you unravel for him—

"y'gonna make me cum on your lap, handsome?"

the air around you gets thicker, his grip on you stronger – you look at him with your lip caught between your teeth, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. his eyes darken as he let's out a deep groan, shifting his hips under you so you can feel his clothed cock a little better. so you can feel what you're doing to him.

you tug at his hair, tempting him. pushing his buttons just the way he likes.

"oh c'mon, i know y'wanna make me feel good..."

[neeino]

hes a bit mad

[empiireans]

random assembly kids lineup (idk what got me to do this)

and a stupid bonus from april