#delirium personal

[yandere-daydreams]

re: owner!geto and dog!gojo and kidnapped cat!reader

gojo and reader both do something punishment worthy in getos eyes, so he makes gojo fuck reader even if they both hate it. reader hates it because this guy kidnapped them and have been forcing them to be a pet and now theyre getting fucked by this other guy too??? gojo hates it because he has to touch the street cat thats been taking getos attention off him, even worse that he finds he enjoys fucking the cat

tw - non/con, kidnapping, drug use, dehumanization, and gratuitous petplay.

honestly it doesn't even have to be a punishment,,, i think suguru could just notice that his beloved puppy and his darling kitten aren't getting along as well as he'd hope (i.e. making out in front of him 24/7), and decide you two need to spend some time alone together in a very small room after taking some very strong, very fast-acting pills. both of you hate it, obviously, but for you, it's not that different from having to bend over and whine for your kidnapper at the snap of his fingers, your own dignity and desires nothing more than an afterthought. satoru, though - he's seeing red, digging his nails into your hips and burying his teeth into your throat, doing his best to satisfy the aphrodisiacs coursing through his system while making sure you know that if he had it his way, you'd still be an alley cat and he'd have suguru all to himself. he doesn't seem to care that you want the same thing.

you're both fucked-out and half-conscious by the time suguru's medicine actually wears off, but suguru makes sure you're both taken care of - with you being tucked into his bed while satoru is locked in the well-adorned crate he's been resigned to after suguru found him trying to suffocate you in your sleep. when you both wake up, satoru swears up and down that there's no difference, that he still doesn't want you here, that he never wants to so much as look at you again, and yet, suguru quickly loses track of just how many times he catches satoru staring absent-mindedly in your direction over the course of the next day. suguru could tease him, but he doesn't, just smiling, petting through his extremely trainable puppy's hair, and making a note to plan another playdate for the two of you sometime soon.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 25: Broken

Night terrors, burning body temperature, delirious hallucinations, and glassy faded vision…

Helpless and afraid, he calls out for his caretaker…but he’s not there…

He’s all alone now…with no one to help…

Completely broken.

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

file under tiny interactions i wanna see in the show bc i think vivienne's lucienne would interact with delirium delightfully

[orionsangel86]

So in a moment of madness last November I decided to try out having a boyfriend for a short while. 2/10 don't recommend. 4 months putting up with a needy CisHetMan has almost pushed me to a full 6 on the Kinsey Scale. I'm gonna have to put "no Joe Rogan Fans" on my dating profile going forward. Sigh.

Anyway I'm back on Tumblr and I dont recognise this place. 4 months and everything has changed. Who are you people? What are these shows? I do not know these blorbos!

What on earth did I miss? Anyway I'm back and feeling chatty. Come talk to me.

[hunniegl4zed]

Life reversion is an interesting idea. I haven’t thought about that.

but my heart can’t help but feel for Mayhem in this scenario. If everything is erased from Scourge and reset then the brother he knew is gone forever aaahhhhhhhhh 😭 I can’t see him taking it well. Or maybe it’s just me!

THIS IS SCARRY CAUSE I'VE JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THIS.

He tried so hard to let Scourge stay, to try mend hom back together, or at least keep him as how he remembered him. His ways of trying to solve this only would make things worse, only for the group to finally make the last resort plan go into action.

It's such a bittersweet moment for May, cause he knows it would be better for Scourge to get the hard-reset, but also knows that he can never get that one person back that mattered to him.

It even hits harder that, after Scourge's reset, he would even notice Sonic and Scourge getting on normal terms again, only stabbing the knife deeper.

Revision!Scourge still would get vague dreams about some moments. And when he tries to reach out to Mayhem, "Cause he has this feeling of a close connection with him.", Mayhem knows that it would be for the best to keep his mouth shut, almost reverting back to his ways before he became Mayhem. Keeping quiet and follow the orders that you've been told.

The group do try their best to keep em separate, but Revision!Scourge can't shake this feeling of Mayhem needing to be there. Sonic strongly suggesting against it when Rev!Scourge (little shorter name xD, might go for Patch as well ;3 🔥🔥) talks to him about wanting Mayhem to be there.

Not sure yet how it would play out further down the line, but there's gonna be a floodgate of emotions going on

[void-tiger]

The concept of prophetic visions and dreams in The Sandman universe is objectively hilarious when you realize it automatically involves Destiny, Dream, and Delirium, and Destiny being absolutely fed up with his younger siblings messing with his domain.

…which is probably why there are far more records of prophetic visions than prophetic dreams but the symbolism in visions is…incredibly trippy and often unsettling. But the earliest stories of either leans more in favor of prophetic dreams.

Dream doesn’t mess with his siblings domains lightly, and either asks permission, first, or has Lucienne keep a record of the tab owed to Destiny over this.

Delirium, however…

Yeah…she’s just that youngest sibling who messes with your stuff and as infuriated as you are with her it’s often as productive as shouting at a baby because she WILL cry and rip her hair out and never grasp why her actions upset you.

(so Dream gets the brunt of Destiny’s Ire. even when Desire Did It.)

[mirrortouchedsea]

wip wednesday

Loosely based on @sausagepastry 's lighthouse keeper/merman au

Once the boat was beached on the rocks, Niki scrambled out and pulled it closer so that it wouldn’t get washed away. Kohaku should have been keeping an eye on him and would be down to help in a moment, but Niki was still baffled by the uh, tail, and now that he wasn’t distracted by the rocking of the boat, the fact that there were gills and fins on the merman in front of him. 

“Hey! Wake up!” He tried shouting and shaking the merman. It had grabbed onto the boat out in the water and looked like it was breathing as much as Niki could tell. How something that may or may not have both gills and air breathing lungs would be able to show he was breathing, Niki wasn’t entirely sure, nor was he sure he wanted to know that answer. 

“Niki-han, did you find anythi--oh what is…” Kohaku came to a stop next to Niki, looking at the merman. “Please tell me I’m seein’ things.” 

“I don’t think so, Kohaku-chan. He won’t wake up but I don’t want to leave him in the storm either.” Niki shook the merman’s shoulder again, gently slapping its face to no avail. He pressed a finger to its neck to search for a pulse but he didn’t even know if that would yield any results. There was a faint throbbing though, something like a heartbeat. Could they stay out of water? If only the damn thing were awake and could answer their questions. 

Another lightning strike jolted them back to reality. “Kohaku-chan, start running the bath and get the stove heated. I’ll try and get him in the house.” Kohaku nodded and ran back inside, while Niki contemplated the best way to get the merman back. There was a wheelbarrow somewhere that would probably work well enough to get him up to the door but trying to wheel it up the steps even when it was empty was a challenge. His stomach growled and Niki decided to just grab it and maybe he would just dump it through the door and he and Kohaku could carry it to the bathroom. Yeah, that would work well enough. 

[yandere-daydreams]

Alternatively, instead of Gojo hating reader forever and harming them, what if he grew attached- like you said Geto wouldn't mind if gojo had a "toy" that they shared but you also mentioned his need for control- so what if Gojo acted on reader without Geto, without his knowing or "permission" or instruction...?

he would be conflicted.

suguru does want you and satoru to get along, but not if it means satoru's going to prefer spending time with you over him. as an owner, a caretaker, and a deranged cult leader who thinks he deserves to have multiple human pets, he feels a certain amount of,,, discomfort with the idea that you and him might be equal ground, if only in the field of 'who satoru gravitates towards when he needs something to rut against and whine into'. he doesn't want you to fight, but ideally, both of you would be flocking to him whenever possible, begging for his attention and being mutually reliant on his love and approval. he knows you'll never come around to satoru (even if he does quietly wish you'd be a little more affectionate with him), but he's also familiar with satoru's more obsessive tendencies, and all too aware that once he latches onto something, it's extremely difficult to make him let go. still, it's so nice to be able to sit back, fuck his fist, and watch satoru turn you into a pleading, sobbing mess on his tongue with a determination he's only shown to suguru, before...

perhaps he can afford to ignore the issue for a little longer. just until things boil over.

[graviconscientia]

>You asked Darkleer for one more light. A particular reason, you said, that you would be happy to explain to him. A torture for the both of you-- to wait to see each other any amount was always too long-- but you needed the timing to be just right.

>It has to be a Sunday night, now. And then, you will have him Monday, too.

>Stupidly, selfishly, you hope this does what you want it to. You are not trying to replace memories, or trade one love for another, or ignore the happiness you had so many sweeps ago. But your heart is broken, and this might help with the pain for the time being. And in this, you promised you'd tell him what is on your mind, what is weighing so heavy on your heart. The promise is always to be honest. And so, you will tell him about everything swirling in your mind. You miss being a mother. You want children again. You were so happy doing legislaceration again. You can't ever go back to it. You are more frightened of your fate than you've ever been before. You miss Rufioh. You miss Theodore. You feel lost. You wish that none of these issues were present. You wish that you could be better for him. You're trying to be better.

>It's not fair. You think this often, when you ask him for comfort, when you make your desire known, when you try to catch his attention… One day, this will even out. One day. But for now, you take, and you take, and you take. You know that bringing him red velvet cookies baked with care, and brandy, and blue hydrangeas will not balance anything, but it certainly can't hurt. A peace offering, a token of your affections. All you can offer him, all you can do for him, you will.

>Before you go, you sit at your vanity, curling your hair, painting your lips red, making yourself as beautiful as possible. But this time, you dress yourself in blue.

>You don't wait for a message, choosing to send yourself along as soon as you're ready, and when you see him, when you find his warm gaze with your own, when you realise his arms are outstretched for you to fall into, you set everything on the ground before you run to him, arms flung around him as you bury your face into his chest.

>This is part of the promise to be honest. You love him, you love him, you love him, and you will tell him that a million times over. You will hold him close until neither of you can stand it. He will feel your heart, your love, for the rest of your lives. Every light, you think. Doesn't matter which one. He will have love in all of them.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

When they're so super delirious that they can barely see the face looming above them, and what they do see is twisted and distorted beyond recognition - maybe it's a friend but they see a nightmarish demon, maybe it's a stranger but they see a long lost family member. Or, at least, they see something and that's only semblance of a face their fevered mind can latch onto.

[robinsnest2111]

continuation of the quasi sickfic snippet.

Randy manages to hold onto consciousness till the end of his shift but only barely. Its obvious he's not fit to drive home by himself.

Chris and his girlfriend could care less what happens to their whimpy coworker, their boss has dipped early. Benson is the only one who is somewhat concerned.

Instead of asking Randy for his home address and driving him home and delivering him into the (overbearing, smothering) hands of his mom, you know, like a NORMAL person, he decides to take the fever stricken boy home with him. Leads him to his car, deposits him in the passenger seat, lifts his legs inside one by one. Randy immediately sinks into himself, visibly deflating, as soon as his behind makes contact with the cushion and his legs are inside the vehicle.

Benson turns down the radio to a more comfortable volume, pretty sure that Randy is fighting a losing battle against a nasty headache at this point. Reaches over to lower the passenger side window, letting the air flow cool Randy's flushed face.

Halfway home, Benson realises that he now has to find a place for Randy to rest, has to take care of him, has to make sure the boy doesn't succumb to whatever virus it is that's got him in this sorry state. Are there even any meds at home? When was the last time he was sick? He quietly curses himself and his less than thought through decision. The worry about Randy got the better of him.

He makes a quick stop at a pharmacy and a convenience store, picks up the basics of anti-inflammatory painkillers and a couple cans of cheap chicken soup. That'll have to do.

When they make it to the house Benson shares with his mom, Randy is barely responding. Which is concerning. The fever must be in full swing already. He picks the boy up, he's lighter than he looks, which is also concerning. Does he get enough food at home? No wonder this cold has knocked him on his ass in less than 24 hours.

He walks through the front door, past his mom and down the hallway, straight into his room. He places Randy down on his bed, draping his arms and legs into a somewhat comfortable position. Fixes the pillow under his head. That'll have to do for now.

Benson makes his way back out to his car, getting the painkillers and the soup cans. Walks back into the house and into the kitchen, ignoring his mom's questions. At least for the rest of today. It's all about taking care of the boy his boy now, and trying to not fuck it all up.

[cuubism]

I know it's been awhile, but I can't stop won't stop (not sure how to stop) thinking about the Complex Mathematics AU. Would you be willing to share any headcanons or random thoughts you have about that universe? Just curious! All your writing is fantastic <3

oh i was literally just working on this au right now! what timing

there are.. just so many partially finished oneshots for this universe in my drafts. there's integration, which takes place immediately after complex mathematics and before derivation and is about their first time (obvious title selection is obvious).

“Come here, you.” He tugs Dream forward by one of his long, long legs, knocking him onto his back. Then he leans down and kisses his ankle, then the inside of his knee. Dream tips his head back, stretching out.

His legs are as pale as the rest of him, paler even, and Hob mumbles into his skin, “You ever consider getting some sun?”

Dream huffs, swatting at his head. “Why? What sun are you referring to?”

And, well, yeah. They do live in London.

“It’s enrichment. Get you out of your cave for a while.” He climbs up Dream’s body to catch his mouth again, grinning against his lips. “We should go to the beach.”

“I think not.”

“I think so. I think I want to see you with salt in your hair.” He kisses under Dream’s ear. “Don’t you want to see what equations you can find in the waves?” “They are waves, the equations are known,” Dream says. But warmth finds his voice. He drags his hands up Hob’s back, his touch leaving a prickling trail. “You would look ravishing in the sun.”

there's imaginary numbers, which is about family.

“What were you doing up at six a.m.?” he asks when he’s awake next, several hours later, finally drinking the coffee Dream had brought. 

“I was coming here,” Dream says. “I wished you not to wake alone.”

That puts a lump in Hob’s throat.

The thing about Dream, Hob’s learned, is that he’s cold and rude and utterly disinterested in social niceties on the outset, but once you’ve wormed your way into his heart you get this. This utterly soft, aggressively loving thing that woke up before the sun rose – or more likely, didn’t sleep at all – to spend the day with Hob because it’s been a year since his mom died and he’s sad about it.

Hob’s not even sure how he knew it was today. Hob’s told him about these things by now, but not all of the details. 

“I don’t know why this one bothers me so much, more than any other,” Hob tells him now, leaning against his shoulder in bed. “Maybe because she was the last person I had left.”

“You have faced much tragedy in quick succession,” Dream says. “Your resilience astounds me.” 

Hob doesn’t know what to say when Dream says things like that. He just tips his head against Dream’s shoulder.

Finally, he says, “Nothing else for it. What else am I going to do, give up? Only way out is through, and all that. Though I do get one day a year of just moping and being pitiful.” He laughs. “Which you’re currently witnessing.”

“If you are expecting me to retract my statement and call this average, you will be waiting a long time,” Dream says.

there's 1 + 1 = 3 which is about stress and stress-relieving measures (lol) and just.. being freaking weird together.

“You will pay for disturbing my work,” Dream warns, and kisses him before he can respond, teeth in Hob’s lower lip. 

“Yeah?” Hob manages when they part for breath. “How?”

He’s expecting a lot of things, but not for Dream’s smile to turn playful and mischievous against his lips and for him to say, “Multiplication tables.”

Hob bursts out laughing, rocking Dream in his lap. Dream chuckles, too, cheek pressed to Hob’s.

“Want me to repent by writing ‘I will not disturb Dream’s work’ fifty times on the board while I’m at it?”

“That would be a poor use of time that could be better spent kissing you.” 

fractal geometry, about dream and delirium's relationship.

“Delirium,” Dream says. His voice is low and he enunciates very precisely. “Do you see the colors on my shirt? Tell me something that matches each color.”

Through her sniffles, Del squints at his shirt. “That isn’t yours. You only wear black.”

“No, it’s Hob’s,” he admits.

Del gives him a toothy grin. “So sappy about your boyfriend,” she sings. “Can’t pretend to be a jerk anymore.”

“I will continue being a jerk to those who deserve it,” Dream sniffs. “Which is most people.”

“He called the head of the Maths department an imbecile the other day,” Hob says, and Del laughs, high and ringing.

“You are lucky your glare is very scary or I think you’d get punched a lot,” she tells Dream.

Dream says, “It would be worth it.”

as well as a handful of other snippets that haven't been sorted into any specific fic.

i'm still very obsessed with this as you can see, i just haven't finished any of it lately XD

[colesabi]

yeah… I’m sick. Boo.

I don’t understand how virus’ survive in the summer. especially here. it’s like so fucking hot out, how the hell is it still surviving??

I’m blaming all of the poor financial decisions I made last night on the fever. do I regret any of it? absolutely not.

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

and selfies from the video recording, because i always love doing this makeup

(+ earrings i ended up going with, because i really do love the sun/moon ones but they're not really visible in the photos)

(though additional shoutout to my runner up choice, the gummy bears)

[raazberry]

how do i get people to play the entire hello charlotte series. i am losing my mind here

[xx-vergil-xx]

got a blessed three hours to myself in a coffee shop, wrote in a fury, ch 38 is already coming together, have this teaser <3