#dream queued this!

[dreamkidddream]

If there is one thing OM has awakened in me, it's the desire to go on meandering, late-night walks with Lucifer, maybe even... holding hands.

Or, if I'm feeling especially naughty, hugs.

How scandalous of you!! 🫣

Usually Lucifer would unwind from his stressful day with a glass of Demonus and a record softly playing in the background, but lately it felt like something was…missing. Yes, his shoulders aren’t tense anymore, but as he sips from his glass, his mind can’t help but drift still.

It wasn’t until he saw your icon flash on his screen that it clicked.

He misses you.

The odd feeling bubbling in his chest is hard to ignore, and it only grows the longer he lingers on the thought of you. It’s not as if you’re both worlds apart anymore, yet it feels like it is whenever you’re not in his arms.

It’s not enough to see you passing in the hallways anymore. It’s not enough to just see you at the dinner table. It’s not enough to just say goodnight to you- none of it is enough.

Lucifer can’t even remember the last time he’s felt this with someone. He’s not blind to what he’s feeling and he’s not needy, but he also knows that something has to be done about it.

It seems like it’s not enough for you either if you’re reaching out to him as well.

His fingers tap away on his phone, and the message is sent.

—

It felt more intimate to touch Lucifer’s hands without his gloves.

It was a different feeling, a stark contrast to what you’re used to every day. It was obviously softer, and the warmth you felt from it was comforting- the same feeling you got from seeing him smile so gently at you.

You liked seeing Lucifer like this, seeing him so relaxed. It felt like you were both able to freely breathe without the stress of anything weighing on you.

There was a bit of conversation, but the walk in the garden was mostly quiet, but it was fine. The silence between you was peaceful, and there wasn’t much to be said- just soaking in and enjoying each other’s presence. You were able to take in the exotic plants while Lucifer kept you close, rubbing circles in your skin.

The silence was only broken when he called your name, gently tugging you back into his arms. He held you tight- not enough that you felt squished, but enough to feel secure in his hold.

No words had to be exchanged to know that he didn’t want to let you go.

Both in this moment and for eternity.

[sandelion]

guys... she's here!!

meet... Champagne ! '22 0.1 Hypo Paradox Albino (Pearl Paradox) Eryx colubrinus

for all of you who guessed a sand boa was coming--congrats! (i don't think anyone guessed other in the poll lol)

[little-pup-pip]

Build-A-Bear Chococat!!

[thoughtsfromlayla]

I'm Sick

Summary: Dream confesses something to you.

Notes: 200 words, scheduled post :P, thanks for the inspo @arunawayheart lol

Warnings/Tags: None, fluff, PININGGGGGGG, queued post

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"I'm sick," Dream says randomly one afternoon when you visit him during a well-deserved nap.

You look at the Endless, your eyes scanning his figure from top to bottom. Can Endless get sick? He's sickly pale, that's for sure, but... isn't he always?

"No, you're not," You scoff only half sure of yourself. You return to the task that Lucienne had given you, pushing the leather spine of an old book back into place.

Dream stalks closer to you, turning you around to face him. His finger lifts at your chin and he gazes deep into your soul. "No," He reilliterates. "I'm sick of missing you."

You were too stunned to speak for a moment, your jaw slacking on his hooked finger.

"You see me every night, Dream Lord," You sigh, your eyes fluttering close as his thumb strokes the curve of your cheek. The books in your arms are long forgotten.

"The hours between are too vast," He confesses between the smell of leather books and ink. "Yet, I know dreamers cannot stay here, allow me to be selfish."

"I understand, Dream." You smile, your hands ghost over the one covering your face, interlacing your fingers with his.

"I'm sick of missing you."

[buglaur]

long time no see from the man

jan 2022 v sep 2024 cus i was curious lol

all i did was change his skin details & brows and widen his head a bit

[utahlive]

Have you cleaned your room yet? Shit looks nasty tbh.

Thank you for your question, viewer!

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Anonymous Caller:

Have you cleaned your room yet? Shit looks nasty tbh.

Wilbur Soot:

some of my posters had water damage so I took them down

[cbsghostsdaily]

GHOSTS | 2x04, The Tree

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part three)

Part one, part two

I said I was on break but then a lot of things immediately fell out of my brain cause of stress so now I feel silly... sowweeeeee 🤡 Part four WILL be the last part I swear. If you see more Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren from me after that (and da infodump if i get to it) genuinely tell me to shut the FUCK up!!!

yes i am probably writing the NSFW version it'll be in my compendium post if it happens

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Your resolve was getting harder to hold on to, but you kept it. This would be the last time. You couldn't part from heaven again after returning. Atonement was waiting for you, eternal devotion to your duty right after.

Another few weeks went by as you stayed with Ren a little longer, the sea of flowers outside your bedroom window changing little by little each day. So many of them were already fully blooming, most of their petals stretched open to show off a myriad of colors while others curled inwards to hide from you. Practically a taunting mockery with how they took their time. As if insulted you would dare leave once they painted the horizon with their beauty.

It made it all the more painful that you'd never see them again. Or the companion that now felt like a piece you'd been missing.

Something about that encroaching deadline had affected the devil, too. Ren was calmer in some ways. They still brought you gifts and knowledge like usual, but he seemed to be taking his time just like the flowers. Simple answers to your curiosities became thorough while he held you close and urged you to ask more questions about whichever object took interest. 

He'd offered to revisit trinkets you loved as well. Until you were as familiar with using them as he was. You couldn't understand it. 

Your time together was draining away by the second. Didn't they want to make exciting memories? No matter how much you enjoyed it, mastery over human instruments or crafts served no purpose. Heaven wouldn't let you bring those things home, nor could you ask a higher power to recreate them for leisure.

Maybe your love was in denial of your departure. Or maybe spending little mundane, quiet days and nights together like this was their way of coming to terms with it.

Today, you chose to fiddle with one of the oldest gifts while chatting with him. The sun was just beginning to set, casting the room in the faded, flaming gold hue you'd only now gotten used to. 

“—Love?” He was calling you, the end of his tail swaying gently in front of your face to get your attention. You’d missed a few words.

“Hm?”

“You've gotten much better at this,” the pink haired devil hummed above you. His chin was resting atop your head as they cradled you in their lap on a frayed rug, his back against the bottom of the couch.

You looked over your work. The woven red string wrapped around and through your fingers took the shape of a pointed star. You knew real stars looked differently, but the human interpretation was interesting.

“Truly, it’s better than before,” you said with wholehearted agreement. The first time you'd tried—only on the third day of your visit to earth—had simply tangled the string to a knotted mess stuck upon your fingers for Ren to deal with while you apologized, embarrassed beyond belief. 

The patterns they taught you were almost easy thanks to your afternoon of trying. You unwound the string and painstakingly wound it again into one that often graced your practice: an angel. He'd been particularly smug about teaching you the motions of that one.

“An impressive self portrait,” Ren joked and squeezed you tighter in their embrace. “Although it'll take more than some thread to capture your divine beauty.”

Naturally, you rolled your eyes even though the soul it was meant for couldn't see it. A mortal gesture you'd gotten the hang of quicker than anything, as he so favored innocent teasing before expressing his deepest sincerities.

You untangled the string and tossed it to the side, then turned in their lap to make a face this time for their benefit. “I’ll do a painting, then. I’ve had enough of this toy.”

He relaxed his hold long enough for you to wander across the room in search of new distractions, but innocently called after you, “We’ll have to light quite a few candles for you to see well. Unless you plan to have me mix paints for you in the dark.” A second passed before he spoke again. “It’d be a pleasant surprise, I’m sure.” 

“Something else?” you replied, making a swift turn towards the bookshelves. You came back with a couple of novels and sat beside them with your treasure. “Is this really all you want to do? You’ve read every book here before.” 

Even the books he’d bought with strange, flimsy paper currency for you, Ren had said so casually, were already familiar territory. Tedium hardly described how boring you thought these weeks must be for him. But he never objected to anything you chose, as long as you both stayed close to home during the day. 

And you always kept your wings hidden in case a human roamed nearby. You'd never seen one come close to the cabin, or even the field of flowers, but he insisted your safety—and proximity to them—was of utmost priority. It was hard to remember the last time you let loose your wings at all after walking on the beach with him. They interrupted your thoughts once more.

“My sweet, delicate angel, I’ve had all the time in the world to do anything I want.” Their blue eyes narrowed with a smile as they spoke and you knew more teasing was coming. “We could even sit here in silence all night, if you asked me nicely.”

“How kind of you, my darling demon,” you teased them back. 

Another jesting response in his gaze faded to something different as you pulled him down for a kiss, gently at first. The books you’d brought over lay forgotten, soon shoved under the couch in favor of your new activity.

Kissing the demon you called yours felt like second nature now. There was no sting that ever came, no homesick aching in your back anymore. Only the flood of tender emotions he gave you, tainted by your own guilt and fears of parting from him.

You needed more. A stronger distraction. Your hand on his shirt tightened, determined to keep him. To stay in this moment as long as possible.

Ren exhaled, a muttering of blasphemous praise you dare not repeat whispered from his lips to yours, along with one word. A word that sounded odd to your ears. 

You'd heard it countless times over the months, but it didn't feel strange until after the first kiss you shared. He must have said it earlier, too, when you were occupied with that damned little red string. Demonic language was much different, it certainly wasn’t that at all. And the sounds of the word did feel similar to mortal languages, but nothing came to mind. So naturally, you could only assume it to be another of their pet names, but…

The thought fell to the side as you focused on him. He was all that needed to matter right now.

Their comforting warmth that called of your sacred home, your nails curling into the bottom of his shirt just to fall lower, an iron, almost nectar-like taste that flowered on your tongue—did you bite him this time? It felt good. 

Desperately, you brushed your hand over his thigh, getting dangerously close to where you knew things risked going further. You caught yourself and froze. You wanted him, you’d known since that day in the rain. In every way a being could yearn for another’s love. And of course he felt the same. But could you really go home if it happened? 

“Before I…” The words hung in the air and what remained weighed in your throat. Before I leave. Departure was looming on the horizon, sure as the sun would rise tomorrow. You dare not mention it to the one you loved again. You opened your eyes to meet theirs, cautiously as you wondered, “Is this alright?”

“Yes,” they answered, longing clear as the evening sky in his voice. “I couldn’t bear—or ever want—to deny you. Little angel, all you desire of me is yours to take.”

Without another word you did just that. You thought nothing of the faint, staggered line you felt under your fingertips that seemed to start somewhere along his shoulder blade as you lifted the shirt away and pushed him to lay on the rug. Your hands pressed their ink-stained arms flat next to the disheveled mess of pink hair and horns. Ren grinned at your audacity to pin him, but held still for your much needed exploration. 

Eyes half lidded with patient lust, mouth parted to show off pointed fangs, the devil looked to be the very picture of your sinful desires.

To be one with them, even just once, was a memory worth making. No matter what punishment waited for you at heaven’s boundary. You skimmed your fingers from the base of his collarbone, down over their stomach, and began to undo the buttons that concealed what you’d been waiting for.

[chromojoy]

Warm-ups to get back to digital drawing :>

[theentireobjectshowcommunity]

@clarissasbakery I LOVE UR FLOWER DESIGN SM I HAD TO MAKE THISSSS <333

[dreamkidddream]

The Perfect Husband || Nanami

This came from a random thought I had watching a show called Flower of Evil (which is so good omg!!!), so I decided to add it to the lineup last minute (and I wanted a little bit of domestic Nanami- sue me 🤷🏾‍♀️). Reader is gender neutral!

CW: yandere, mention of blood and violence, modern AU

Dream’s Spooktober 2022 👻

Kento remembers the day he proposed to you.

He remembers the shock dancing over your face, the tears that began to sprang from your eyes as your hands covered your mouth. You couldn’t stop nodding your head or control your teary smile as you said yes, jumping into his open arms and pressing kiss after kiss against his lips. It became a fond memory the two of you shared.

He remembers how radiating you looked walking down the aisle, and how your hands trembled a bit in his. It only made him smile more at how nervous and excited you were- you’re too adorable.

When you both sealed your eternal promises with a kiss, it became the happiest day of his life.

The warmth constantly blooming in Kento’s chest used to be unrecognizable- foreign even. It only began to grow more and more when you came into his life. He wasn’t a fool- he knew what that feeling was, but he didn’t want to believe it. He knew how cruel the world could be, and he refused to fall for its delusion.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to part from you.

The underlying apprehensiveness that boiled in his stomach was only an indication of the obvious- he was growing close to you, too close, and it was getting harder to pull himself away.

And when he finally surrendered himself, he never felt so free before.

The happiness that he believed he would never receive in life came in the form of you.

Your own joy brought a bit of color back into his world- seeing your smile was more than enough for him.

Which is why he would do anything to make sure that you would never stop smiling.

Even if it meant getting his hands filthy.

But the filth meant nothing in comparison to if he lost you.

Kento believed himself to be a patient and understanding man. There were certain things that would get under his skin- staining his shirt, being stuck in traffic, dealing with Gojo, working overtime- issues that he would have to deal with constantly in his adult life. But it was doable because he got to go home to you.

But his patience was quick to run thin when anything got in the way of that. When anything or anyone got in between you and him.

Kento just wanted a peaceful life with you. He just wanted to retire and spend the rest of his days with you- but yet, people wanted to get in the way of that.

But it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.

That was evident with the man quivering below him, bound and gagged.

The fear in his eyes was more than satisfying to say the least, but Kento wasn’t a sadist. He was only doing what was necessary. He knew what he was doing was wrong legally, but he refuses to let anything get in between him and his love.

“You’re becoming more of a pain the longer you stay in the picture.” He sighed and loosened his tie, wrapping it around his knuckles. “Are you trying to irritate me on purpose?”

The muffled screaming was something he already expected, but it still grated his nerves- it did every time he had to hear it.

He remembers the first error that had to be corrected- how angry he was, how he brutally lost control-

There was too much to clean up afterwards, but he’s learned to control himself enough to be careful.

This was all for you after all.

He grabbed the machete hanging over the workbench, and he saw his own chestnut eyes stare back at him in the blade’s reflection.

However, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit of a rush from this.

“Now then, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

—

Something heavy shifted the bed low next to you, already waking you out of your sleep.

“Kento?” You called out to your husband drowsily, eyes barely open as you turned to him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing to worry yourself over, dear.” Kento shushed you, already settling by your side and taking you into his arms. “Go back to sleep, it’s late.”

“Says the one that has to work in the morning.” You muttered, drifting back to your dreamless slumber.

Your words made him chuckle, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering goodnight.

You can be so naive, but Kento wasn’t upset about it. You didn’t have to know of his past- to know what he has to do to keep you his safe.

You never saw the blood decorating the basement walls, or the crimson stained machete hanging in the shadows.

Nor would you ever have to know of the bodies buried under the hanging bleeding hearts.

[socksran]

IF: MADELINE + MOLES = LOVE

AND: MADELINE + ME = LOVE

THEN MADELINE + ME + MOLES

(posing inspired by this piece!)

[muzzlemouths]

fell asleep (fever got worse). had a dream (fever dream) where something bad happened and i was so tired of bad things happening that i mentally snapped and. got a tattoo of that fucking spore thing on my arm

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary: Dream gets absolutely fucked by a piece of metal

Notes: ~800 words

Warnings/Tags: None, have fun with this dumb fic, he doesn't get tetanus, queued post

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“You humans are so attached to objects,” Dream commented when he comes into the mess that is your garage. 

You barely jump, having long since gotten used to his impromptu visits. You’re in your messy gym clothes from high school, the t-shirt full of holes, and the sandals that have walked through Hell and Earth with. In the garage, you’re surrounded by the things of your childhood and two large boxes simply labeled “Donate” and “Keep”

“It is trash, but it’s sentimental trash!” You defended as you held a broken Skip-It in your dirty hands. You throw the plastic toy into an unknown corner you have now labeled “Trash”

Dream is content with himself as he watches you dig around and sort your things. He watches as colorful toys of your childhood get stacked in the “donate” box. 

“Holy crap, I forgot about these,” You smile, holding the ziplock bag of endless amounts of Silly Bandz. 

You walk over to Dream, opening the bag, and ignoring the few strands that managed to escape. You pick out a few that you thought suited Dream: a red flower, a silver crown, a blue castle, and a black bird. 

“Gimme,” You ask while looking at his arm. 

Dream holds out his hand to which you stretch the rubber around his wrist before letting go and letting the bracelets snap to the shape of his wrist. 

“It’s useless,” He commented. 

You simply rolled your eyes as you tossed the rest of the bracelets into the “donate” box. “You had to be there to get it.” You blurbed out and began to dig around once again. 

“I was trapped during the time.” Dream stated. Still, he looks at the bracelets on his wrists, snapping at one of them against his skin. 

“Right… I forgot about that,” You turn around to him apologizing to which he merely brushed off. 

The day continues as you go down a nostalgic journey of toys from your childhood. Your parent’s house required a good cleaning, but who knew you would have your heartstrings tugged at as you held onto the American Girl Dolls that your mom still kept for you. 

They went into the “keep” box.

“They hold more significance than the others,” Dream comments as he notices you carefully brushing back the hairs on one of the dolls. 

“Yeah, I used to tell them about my day while I brushed their hair when I was little. I think they know more of my secrets than anyone else in the universe,” You confessed. 

“I see.”

You continued in your sorting, stopping once to place with a noise tub for a few minutes, and then stopped again as you brought forth a metal Razor scooter. 

“Oh… my God,” You squealed, holding onto the scooter as you walked out of the garage into the summer sun. 

You readjusted the length of the handle before you started pushing yourself around on the scooter, feeling the wind blow against your hair and clothes.

Noticing Dream watching you, you decided to show off. “Watch this,” You smiled as you jumped while skating around and with a flick of your wrist, the deck swung under and around the bar before you landed on it once again. 

You skated back over to Dream, who, if you squinted hard enough, had a small look of impression on his face. 

“You try it,” You giggled, handing him the scooter. “Bet you can’t.” 

Never one to back down from a challenge, he took to the scooter. The metal where your sweaty hands had gripped is still warm as he takes over. He mimicked what you did, skating to the middle of the driveway. He jumped, he flicked his wrist, and then…

You winced, covering your eyes with your hands. You watched between your fingers as the deck of the scooter hit him straight in the ankles. You feel his pain, having felt it many times back in the day. 

Morpheus writhes as the pain shoots through him. You’ve never seen him cuss before, but you think he’s on the brink of it as the pain starts to make him spasm. 

He goes from human to a flopping fish, to a cat, to a cabbage head, to a roaring sea-faring monster, and back to human again. Each time, the Silly Bandz still wrapped around some portion of him 

You’ve since run to his side. “Are you okay?” You asked, the laugh in the back of your throat was sorely hidden as you watched the Endless lay motionless in the middle of your driveway. 

“No.” 

“Yeah, fair enough. Let’s get you some ice,” You laughed. 

While you’re gone, Dream throws the scooter into the “Donate” box with a glare.

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[huangrenjuns]

(000323) - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUANG RENJUN ♡

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hello! I was wondering if you could do a Christmas moodboard with blue + silver + gold lights and decor, and snowy weather (both day and night work) if that's a doable thingie. thanks ^_^

Definitely!!