#dream snaps

[thebardscipher]

Latest DreamSnap Photos The Fashion week was "Fun in Fall" so you know, burgandies, reds, purples, the cute lil halloween back pack we got this current Star Path. Once again, the lowest I've scored but eh, *shrugs* oh well. Really wish we had better poses...once again...

The Decor week was "Frightfully Festive" and I leaned more into the Halloween part of Nightmare Before Christmas than the Christmas because I WILL NOT be putting down Christmas items in my valley until AFTER Halloween thank you very much. There will be NO Christmas in my valley in October. But if you wanna gift me like it is Christmas I would like some better poses and to be able to interact with and sit on benches....or the lil jack in the box. That would be lovely. Thanks

[bookishlyvintage]

Pua's Farmers Market

[disparatemind]

I'm really proud of how this week's Dream Snaps photo came out =3

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: werewolf

[plagalkey]

ENERGETIC ⚡️

you make me feel so high

[dismas-n-dismay]

Marcille could survive Chimera Falin, Falin could not survive Scylla Marcille- let’s get that straight. The difference is that Marcille doesn’t get honed in to her monsterfucker tendencies until she sees Chimera Falin whereas Falin would have imagined Scylla Marcille hundreds of times and would have snapped upon seeing it in real life and went to go kiss her gf while telling everyone not to worry about Marcille killing like 5 people because she’s the wife

And you KNOW Scylla Marcille would be whipped for Falin, don’t play with me Ryoko Kui told me herself

[anonymouscreampuff]

the original title for this was "you're not a monster" <3

[poetwix]

Happy Birthday to me

Hopefully people don't suck today 🙃

[bookishlyvintage]

Dream Snaps Challenge: Fire & Ice

[disparatemind]

I'm really proud of how this week's Dream Snaps photo came out =3

[feldem0n]

I don't give a FUCK about Spirit, okay?

GUESS WHO GOT A HYPER FIXATION ON DREAM SMP?!

me.

i was looking some videos on youtube and i saw this moment and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! its amazing actor skills, really.

so here is mini art, many of future ones

Tommy… Okay listen… you fucked up this time. No, no no no no no… I don’t give a FUCK about Spirit, okay? I don’t give a fuck about anything actually. I care about your discs. I care more about your discs than you do. That’s the only thing I care about on this server actually. I don’t care about Spirit- Spirit was my horse… died AGES ago.

[crystallizsch]

GOOD MORNING HELP ME

I AM STILL NOT OVER IDIA’S CHIBI JAMIL

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY I WANT TO SHAKE HIM

[ask-fgod]

Dream you need to go to the hospital I’m srs, also blueerror girlbossing as usual, I’m proud.

[suguru-getos]

Nothing makes me want to pull my hair and scream more than the idea of Teenage!Satoru who’s used to being worshipped pinning so hard for a girl who absolutely friend-zones him.

[llondonfog]

I saw the injury prompt list. If you're taking prompts, could you do "...Who did this to you?" "Let it go (Name), it doesn't matter-" "Yes, it does. Who did this to you?" With Lilia and Silver, Silver being the one injured?

anon, you spoke right to my heart with this prompt <3 apologies for the wait, i hope you enjoy it!

"Who did this to you?"

His father's voice could curdle the blood of battle-hardened men, flat as a blade and twice as deadly. Silver swallows the guilty flinch that tremors through his exposed spine with the same devastation of a small earthquake (would it be cruel to hope that Lilia's aging eyesight might have missed such a reaction in the dim light?), and curses himself for leaving the bedroom door unlocked— granted, with the vast majority of the student body celebrating the dismissal of final exams in the aftermath of Malleus-sama's overblot ("A very generous decision of mine, indeed!"), he hadn't anticipated that anyone would linger in the dorm during the festivities.

Even after everything they've been through, the old man was still as unpredictable as ever.

He needn't to look up to begin to imagine the expression on Lilia's face, the fury and concern melded as one on the fae's delicate features. After all, he was still Silver's father— was there any other appropriate reaction upon seeing the angry scars metered out in deliberate strokes against the smooth skin of his back, as if something had raked vicious claws across him with cruel intent?

"I'm fine, Father," Silver is quick to reassure the fae all but vibrating with incandescent rage in the doorway, a side of his father that he is still getting used to— Crewel had cautioned them all about navigating the effects of Malleus-sama's overblot, especially on his father's own recovering mental state. Having spent so much time, even if in a dream, recessing back into his frame of mind during the great human and fae wars only to be violently thrown back to reality . . . it was little wonder as to why Lilia's emotions were so vulnerable and raw, spiking freshly up to the surface when it came to members of his precious family.

"It hardly matters now. Professor Crewel already examined me thoroughly, and he gave me potions that he personally brewed to ensure that they were healing well—"

"You did not answer me—"

His father rarely breaks into Silver's responses. His patient, encouraging father who waits for his considerate thoughts to coalesce and emerge as if they were precious pearls worth their time. His father, who has crossed the room to where Silver sits on the bed, frozen, in quick strides and firmly raises his chin to meet their eyes; blazing crimson into strained aurora.

"Silver, who did this to you?"

His lips move on their own, traitors to the way his heart is screaming for them to be silent. He is a spectator removed from his body, watching as Lilia's face turns ashen, sick with a horror as he stares with disbelief at the clawed hand cupped around Silver's face as if it could not belong to him.

" . . . Father, you— you could not have known—"

After all, it had only happened once upon a dream.