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Another fandom post I’m not reblogging but I need y’all to know it has to happen. 😩
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Bakugo walks into your shared apartment to see you in the living room surrounded by packages, all excitedly torn open with discarded bubble wrap lying around you. Various Dynamight themed trinkets are littered at your feet, everything from keychains to can badges and exclusive cafe coasters.
He chuckles to himself while placing his boots in the closet by the door. “Go on another shoppin’ spree, sweets?”
You turn your head away bashfully, tapping your fingers against your thighs.
“…yeah. Someone was selling a bunch of limited edition merch.”
Bakugo strolls into the living room and observes all the items on the floor. He leans down to leave a kiss on your cheek before turning to head for the bathroom to shower.
“Ya know I can get ya that shit for free, babe,” he calls over his shoulder. “I am Dynamight.”
“I know!” You answer, picking up one of the keychains and smiling. “Just being a supportive girlfriend is all.”
#inspired by my endless Baku-hauls recently and my friends & husband asking ‘is that a Bakugo package or something else?’ everytime#I feel like he’d be flattered hehe#cause if he makes fun of you - turn it back on him with his all might collection#he’ll shut up real quick#☆.rei daydreams#☆.bkg dreamscapes#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#my hero academia x reader#Bakugo fluff#soft bakugou
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Hungry in a dungeon moment
#has anyone done this yet#inspired by those daydream hour outfit swap sketches#fear & hunger#fear and hunger#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#funger#dunmeshi#d’arce cataliss#cahara of the south#enki ankarian#cahara#ragnvaldr#laios touden#marcille donato#chilchuk tims#senshi of izganda#senshi#dungeon meshi fanart#dunmeshi fanart#funger fanart#fear & hunger fanart#f&h#falin touden#digital art#my art#dunmesh spoilers#<- kinda#body horror
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out of the frying pan and into the fire and into another frying pan that's also on fire
[id in alt text]
#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#dunmeshi#this past year i decided to get into some of the manga i hear people really rave about#and dunmeshi was the first one i read and i adore it so much i don't have the words#gosh ryoko kui is such a huge inspiration.. i hope i can save up and get physical copies of the manga some day#ohh and daydream hour if it ever releases in english...#and sorry toshiro doesn't have his armor. i always remember him in his disheveled casual arc#fan art#my art#i think i've just completely stopped trying to do a clean flat style... i've just started painting over my sketches now#it looks a little messy but it's so much more fun#this was the first time in awhile i looked forward to continuing a drawing
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grab them by the hair
grabbing a fistful of their hair to hold them in place for the next punch or slap
grabbing their hair to force them to look at you
grabbing their hair to make them bow
grabbing their hair to slam their head back into the wall
grabbing their hair to smash their face on the floor
grabbing their hair to make them bare their throat to you
grabbing their hair to stop them moving away from the blade or syringe at their neck
grabbing their hair to dunk their head under water
grabbing their hair to rub their face in a mess
grabbing their hair to pull them across the room before throwing them down where they belong
grabbing their hair to hold them up when they’re about to slump over
grabbing their hair to drag them up to their knees from where they lay on the floor
placing your hand in their hair when they’re already kneeling just to remind them what you could do with it
stroking their hair as a half-hearted apology after pulling a little too much
comment more please :)
#do it do it grab them by the haaair#if you use this as inspiration for a scene or anything please tag me i would love that#whump writing#whumpblr#whump prompt#daydreaming about this...#thinking about this as i fall asleep...#corrie was here#whump#my prompts
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quick Kabru and Laios fanart 🌼^^
#my art#fanart#dungeon meshi#laios touden#laios thorden#kabru#delicious in dungeon#dungeon food#labru#Got inspired by the new daydream hour art#I love how physically affectionate Laios is with his friends :]#digital illustration#Procreate#drawing#artwork
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quick non joke to practice anatomyyyy real quickkkk
#i didnt say anything abt perspective though 😏 LOL#a doodley#+ then half inspired by being in daydream world and struck by grief while imagining the mentioned scenario and those circumstances were so#funny to me that i ended up feeling better pretty quickly after#like ohhh ok <3 yay <3#also obviously [self] would be included in such activities... he just doesnt drink
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Co-workers: you're so anti-social, always in your little world.
Me: *sitting in the corner, disassociating while writing my book in my head*
#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writer stuff#writerscommunity#my writing#writing#writers#tumblr writing community#maladaptive daydreaming#obsessive daydreaming#writers life#writer memes#writing community#writer community#writing memes#spacing out#dissasociation#lost in my thoughts#tumblr writers#authors of tumblr#writing is hard#i need sleep#writing inspiration#do not disturb
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But sometimes you make a choice in that moment and you know in your heart it’s going to change everything.
Daydream Nation
#Daydream Nation#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic
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Hi. Can I get uhh. A Whumpee being slammed against the wall so hard they break something... and... oh, Caretaker walking in on Whumpee having a full blown panic attack. Also a caramel latte. Three pumps of angst, two of comfort. Yeah? Thank you!
#whump prompts#some of my recent thoughts#i live in whumpy daydreams#whump prompt#whump tropes#whumpblr#whump scenario#whump inspiration#whump
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I cant sleeppp all i can think abt rn is no white star, no war au where the henituse eventually rlly do have to fully disown og cale when hes like 24 and cale just immediately gets out of the county and uses it like a vacation
Despite all the shit cale has done to get to this point his parents and siblings (especially deruth) are still rlly worried for him, but the vassals backed them into a corner and theyre now looking for a way to destroy the vassals to shit
Cale isnt a henituse anymore for the time being so he goes full thames and makes friends and has fun all across the world
And when he finally meets his family again while they fuss over him he goes “oh yea meet my new friends” and its a dragon, a mercenary king, an ex priestess and for some reason a dark elf is following him around too begging cale to “take him back”
Also apparently theres a few more thames cale met while travelling and they get along well
#THIS IS ALSO THE DAYDREAM THAT INSPIRED MY COMIC W BASEN#LIKE THIS SPECIFIC SCENARIO OUUUU#just talking dmm#tcf#og cale henituse
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you weren't sure what had woken you up.
you only knew that one moment you had been dreaming—of what, you could not recall—and the next you were staring up at the textured ceiling of your bedroom. your eyes took a moment to adjust. moonlight, dewy and milky, yawned along the walls from the open-curtained window to your right. there was a stillness to the air befitting of the late hour. you blinked once, then twice, your mind hazy with lingering sleep.
that was when you heard it.
scritch scritch scritch.
slowly, you sat up, your blanket pooling around your waist. you rubbed at one of your eyes, groggily trying to piece together some vague understanding of what you were hearing. your room looked no different, honestly. boxes were still lined along the leftmost wall that you had yet to unpack. a desk tucked in the far right corner had your hunting weapons scattered across its surface—your bow and arrows. your silver dagger. the door directly across from you was slightly ajar, just like you'd left it earlier.
faintly, you could see small specks of dust as they floated in the moonlit air. you wrinkled your nose. you had yet to do a deep clean, preoccupied as you were with everything else. you wiggled your toes slightly from where they poked up from underneath your blanket.
it was quiet.
scritch scritch scritch.
you turned around, craning your neck back as you stared at the wall your bed's headboard was propped up against. it was a plain thing, painted a light lavender that looked midnight purple in the darkness of your room. you watched it for a moment, like you were expecting something to reveal itself or change. but nothing did.
you reached up and ran the tips of your fingers along the wall. then, carefully, you stood up. your feet sunk into the plushness of your mattress. it would be easy to lose your balance. you braced one hand on the top of the headboard.
you stared at the wall some more. and slowly, ever so slowly, you leaned forward to press your ear against it.
the plaster of the wall was cool against your skin. you could hear your own breaths, your own heartbeat. a steady rhythm that nearly wiped out all other sound.
you waited, terse and quiet.
scritch. scritch scritch.
it was like it was directly inside your ear. incessant. like someone was scratching a thin nail against concrete.
you huffed and leaned back to eye your wall once again. this house was old, handed down through generations until your grandfather had eventually gifted it to you. and thus you knew the prospect of rodents running inside the walls was not too absurd of an idea.
you rubbed at your eye again, too tired to deal with this at the moment. gently, you banged your fist against the wall—a muffled thump thump thump that echoed throughout your room. and after a few moments of silence, you plopped back down in your bed. hopefully that scared the rodents off.
you'd deal with them in the morning.
the next time you heard the scratching, it was just past sunset.
you were in one of the halls on the first floor of the house, repainting it after having ripped off the old, yellowed wallpaper. the lights flickered for just a brief moment, drawing you from your work as you glanced up at the bulbs on the ceiling. but before you could squint at them for too long, you heard it.
scritch scritch scritch.
right in front of you.
you paused and looked back down at the section of the wall you were painting. your eyes were level with discolored plaster you had yet to cover up. you'd bought rat poison a few days ago at the small town nearby and crammed it into whatever cracks in the walls you could find. you had hoped it would be enough. it was not.
your lips twisted as you frowned at the wall. you really did not want to contact anyone to deal with the rodents. it would cost a pretty penny, and you were trying to save up so you could make additional repairs on the house. you grunted and set your brush down on the top of the paint bucket. then, you stepped back and wiped your hands on your overalls as you scrutinized the wall.
further down the hall, you heard it again. faintly.
scritch scritch. scritch.
your head turned to stare in its direction. and after a short moment of consideration, you trailed after the sound. maybe it would lead you to a hole you'd missed.
the scratching moved down the hall and to the right, trailing all the way up to a peeling, white door with a large lock on it. you grimaced. the basement. you never did find the key to open it—especially with how cluttered everything had gotten once you'd moved in.
you weighed your options in your mind for a bit, then turned around to make your way over to one of the storage closets. rummaging inside for a minute or two, you let out an aha! once you found the perfect tool. a hammer.
gripping it in your hand, you made your way back over to the basement door. and with a few well-placed hits, you broke the lock on it and kicked it off to the side. you tucked the hammer into your overalls and pulled open the door. dust wheezed into the air.
wooden stairs led down to a dark room. it was stifling. musty. you could see the cobwebs that lined the rail and the corners of the staircase. you shivered slightly. this door had not been opened in a very, very long time. you could only imagine the amount of work you'd need to do for restoration.
you tugged the collar of your shirt up so that it covered your nose and mouth. just past the door frame, there was a switch on the wall. you flicked it.
light spluttered to life from a bulb that hung over the middle of the staircase. you peered down and caught a glimpse of a concrete floor. off to the sides of the stairs, you could see more boxes, their shadows stretching languidly towards you. you strained your ears, listening past the deafening roar of the basement's silence.
scritch scritch scritch.
you started your descent.
the stairs creaked and groaned with every step, protesting against your weight. you winced slightly at the sounds and found yourself skipping a few steps so you could reach the bottom faster. your skin crawled as you made your way past all the cobwebs. your shirt slipped off your nose once you stepped further away from the stairs. your eyes trailed around as you took everything in.
the basement was just that: a basement. another room for storage. moonlight from a small, rectangular window on the wall directly across from you filtered through the air. it cast everything in an ethereal glow, illuminating things just enough that you could decipher what you were seeing.
there were more wooden boxes scattered about. old, antique furniture and other miscellaneous items were interspersed between them. a lamp in the shape of a flower with curled petals. a rocking chair with carvings of small animals along its arms and legs. a chest with another lock tucked in a corner.
you marveled at it all as you ventured around the room, stepping between stacks of books and ornate dishware. you wondered why your grandfather never sold any of this stuff. though, you supposed he was a bit of a hoarder.
you kept your eyes and ears peeled as you glanced at the surrounding walls. there was no more scratching. no pattering of tiny feet against the floor. no holes from what you could see either, though you were going off of the limited lighting from the window, so perhaps you missed something.
you frowned. you'd have to come back when it was brighter down here, maybe get a few lamps to chase away all the darkness. mind made up, you turned back to head towards the staircase.
as you did, however, your eyes caught onto an object just under the window. it was covered with a white sheet—stark like a ghost against the shadows that surrounded it. and it was such an odd thing, wasn't it? the only covered thing you could see. curiosity got the better of you.
approaching the object, you took note that it came up to about chest height. your nose wrinkled as you caught sight of the layers of dust upon the cover. you used your arm to shield your nose and mouth. then, with your free hand, you swiftly tore the white sheet off.
you weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't a small, metal cage stacked atop another box. you let the sheet flutter to the ground, waving your hand in front of you in a feeble attempt to disperse the cloud of dust that had burst in the air. on top of the cage was a slim, vertical piece of paper. you picked it up.
you... couldn't tell what you were looking at. there was some pattern of sorts on the paper, drawn in ink that nearly glistened in the dim lighting. squiggles and waves. dots and strange characters. you squinted at it—felt the thick material of the paper itself—then shrugged and let it fall to the floor to join the sheet. your grandfather had been a strange man, particularly in his later years. you'd learned long ago not to question the things you found in his old house.
bending slightly, you peered past the thin bars of the cage. you'd been expecting an animal of sorts, dead or taxidermied or something. what you didn't expect were two dolls.
you straightened up and reached up a hand to the small lock on the cage's door. what was with your grandfather and locks, honestly. you pulled out the hammer from your overalls and quickly disposed of the lock before shoving it back into your pocket. the cage door creaked open. you pushed past it to grab the dolls and tug them into the light.
they were similar yet different, with matching smiles and crescent markings on their faces. one was colored red and gold, with yellow protrusions from its head that you realized mirrored the sun. the other was silver and blue, a hat with gold stars nestled comfortably on top of its head. both the dolls had blank, grey eyes that stared up at you hauntingly. you ignored the goosebumps along your arms.
you squeezed them slightly, one in each hand. your fingers sank into the plush material of their torsos. your thumbs ran across the intricate stitching of their tiny clothes. and you wondered what they were doing down here, locked in a little cage seemingly made for their little bodies. it was strange.
shaking your head, you glanced up at the window to see the moon steadily rising into the sky. it was getting late and you still needed to clean up. you eyed the dolls in your hand and set them atop the cage, propping them up against each other so they were sitting upright. you'd come back for them later. maybe you could sell them to one of the kids in town.
as you turned around to make your way back out of the basement, you failed to notice the way the dolls' eyes suddenly glowed a gentle white. following your figure as you disappeared up the stairs.
#THIS is inspired by a scene from an ep of the haunting of hill house. banger show. 10/10 would watch again#it is all exposition. you have been warned#dca x reader#daycare attendant x reader#sun x reader#fnaf sun x reader#shay scribbles daydreams#dca x y/n#dca x self insert#dca x you#fnaf sun x y/n#sun x y/n#sundrop x reader#sundrop x y/n#i shall name this:#dca cursed dolls au#fnaf dca x reader#fnaf dca x y/n#dca fandom#dca fanfic#moon x reader#moon x self insert#moon x y/n#moondrop x you#moondrop x y/n#moondrop x reader#fnaf moon x y/n#fnaf moon x reader
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🎵If. I. Taste. You. Will. We. Know.🎵
🎵If. Love. Kills. Or. Makes. You. Whole.🎵
🎵Tears. You. O-pen. Takes. You. Home.🎵
A re-imagining of Laios and Kabru's Halloween costumes from Daydream Hour, drawn while listening to Me and Mr. Wolf
#Dungeon Meshi#Laios Touden#Kabru of Utaya#Labru#Daydream Hour#Halloween#I don't actually think the song fits them crazy well I was just very inspired by the bridge lol#I'm just having fun!!!#Josiemod Draws
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Doctor: Have you been exercising lately? Me: yes I have doctor. The exercise:
(Art by Yours truly,) If you want to use, pls give credit-!
#tumblr writers#writers#ideas#artists on tumblr#artists of tumblr#writerscommunity#writeblr#writing ideas#art ideas#inspo#artinspiration#art inspo#writing inspiration#writing inspo#original character#oc#oc ideas#on writing#idk what else to tag#character design#my poor attempt to be cool#hello tumblr#inspiration#random generator#art community#art illustration#animals#maladaptive daydreaming#maladaptive coping#music
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But sometimes you make a choice in that moment and you know in your heart it’s going to change everything.
Daydream Nation
#Daydream Nation#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic
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Writing Notes: Daydreams
DAYDREAM
A waking fantasy, or reverie, in which wishes, expectations, and other potentialities are played out in imagination.
Part of the stream of thoughts and images that occupy most of a person’s waking hours, daydreams may be unbidden and apparently purposeless or simply fanciful thoughts, whether spontaneous or intentional.
Examples of fanciful mental episodes:
Special achievements
Heroic rescues
Hair-raising escapes
Unrealistic athletic or supernatural feats
Romantic or sexual escapades
Uncharacteristic assertiveness
Improbable aggressive acts
Ways individuals' Daydreaming Styles may differ:
Positive-constructive daydreaming
Guilty and fearful daydreaming
Poor attentional control
These styles are posited to reflect the daydreamer’s overall emotion and personality tendencies.
Some important Positive Functions that daydreams may serve:
The release of strong affect
The gaining of self-insight when reviewing past experiences or rehearsing for future situations
The generation of creative solutions
The production of greater empathy for others
Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: On Psychology ⚜ Notes & References
#daydream#psychology#writing notes#character development#writeblr#dark academia#spilled ink#literature#writers on tumblr#writing reference#writing prompt#poets on tumblr#creative writing#writing inspiration#fiction#lit#light academia#berthe morisot#writing resources
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