#dream tream

[mahikamihan]

🎃 dtblr spooky shenanigans abound!🕯

the people have spoken! we are having a dtblr trick or treat around October 29-November 3!

Some ground rules are as follows:

You send a mutual or a fellow dream/dream team/dteam-adjacent blog an ask "🦇 trick or treat! 🎃" in any way, shape or form. Write a short prompt, add some emojis with your message, let wherever your creativity takes you!

If they answer trick, that means they're letting you know that they don't want to be bothered. Send them a little nice message ("hope you have a good halloween!"), a fun dream team picture or meme, and be on your way!

If they answer treat, they are letting you know that you can send them full art, an unfinished sketch, doodle, drabble, fic snippets, poetry, web weave or whatever creative thing you want to make. Preferably Halloween themed! Bonus points if it's halloween and dream team-themed! You can send your lovely gift through another ask, or make a post and tag them in it <3

Blogs be sure you have "allow asks with media" toggled on in your blog if you want people to send you their gifts directly on your inbox. doesn't have to be anything big! (here are some sneaky peeks of what im drawing as my gifts)

I encourage you to use #dtblrtot2023 to tag your works or asks, so other people can see your treats. I'll try to look at the tag regularly and reblog those as much as I can as well

add content warnings when necessary! some example to look out for: horror, spiders, blood, eyestrain, etc. Some people love those kinds of things, some are more sensitive, so be very careful and respectful when you make or share work of those styles. I personally love receiving them, but there's a time and place for it, so I'm drawing cutesy doodles as my gifts

lastly, have fun! this is a great time to show off your amazing art skills, or (if you're like me) share your scuffed doodle skills with absolutely no judgement. and if anyone tells you your art is ugly or bad they are catching these hands

Have a Happy Halloween!!! :D

[dougydoug8797]

Epic Dream Team Heroes

Team A1: Magical Girl Warriors: Luz Noceda and Anne Boonchuy.

Team B1: Plumber Warriors: Ben Tennyson and Adora

Team C1: Mystic Warriors: Jake Long and Juniper Lee

Team D1: Protector Warriors: Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom and Jenny Wakeman/XJ9

[matineemonsters]

That mediterranean cypress tree does not want to be a bush. Stop that

[galaxywhale]

Two weeks ago, I sat my class down and we talked about ‘dr’ and how it sounds like ‘jr’ and if it sounds like a ‘jr’ it’s almost always going to be a ‘dr’ instead

cue them trying to think of ‘jr’ words - everything they’ve thought of so far has been either dr, gr, or j(vowel) so I challenged them to see if they could find any, because I honestly couldn’t think of any but hey, maybe I’m forgetting some!

It’s been two weeks and they’re still trying <3

[lemony-snickers]

VASH! and UH.... 45!

45. love, love, love (love, love) - as tall as lions.

Roses are such perfect organisms. Even when cut back to the root or gnawed through by insects, new growth will claw out of the dirt or spike straight through the ruined leaves, all stubborn red and resilient in the springtime. Their blossoms are universally considered some of the most beautiful, and yet their thorns are ruthless, slicing through anyone who gets too close.

Vash cradles a pink flower in his hands, thinks of all the adversity the blooming bush before him must have overcome to make its way from a ruined Earth all the way to No Man's Land. He smiles as one of the thorns pricks his real hand, piercing the outer layer to draw a small bead of blood.

"Sorry about that," Vash whispers ruefully, "I shouldn't have gotten so close."

He lets the petals slip from his fingers and strides away, wiping the blood from the his hand before pulling his glove back on.

Vash does this often when he can't sleep, wanders the desert. Never far enough from his companions that he wouldn't be able to protect them if they need it, but far enough the scuffing of his boots in the sand won't wake them.

Wolfwood sleeps like a weed, gangly limbs sprawled in every possible direction. Meryl is the opposite - she curls in on herself like she's trying to disappear.

Vash finds it difficult to sleep. Each time he closes his eyes, he sees himself and then he sees Knives and then sometimes he stops being able to tell the difference. Most nights, it isn't even worth trying to rest when his companions do. But he'll close his eyes anyway, breathe deeply, match the tempo of his inhalations to the cadence of theirs.

He learned a long time ago that the more he can make himself seem human, the more comfortable those around him will be.

The smell of the rose is still in his nostrils by the time Vash returns to find Wolfwood snoring with his mouth agape and Meryl's fists curled so tightly he's afraid she might split a knuckle. He's about to wake her to make sure she's all right when, a moment later, she releases a long sigh and her fingers relax.

Vash releases a breath, too.

Have I ever told you before I think you're beautiful when you're sleeping?

He likes watching them like this - enjoys seeing them with their guard down, even if sometimes he panics, thinks for a moment maybe they've stopped breathing.

Sometimes he cries while he stares at them, wondering how long he will get to enjoy the gift of their presence. Because nothing good in Vash's life lasts as long as he wants it to.

If I'm all that you're looking for, tell me, why is there a river treaming (down your face)?

There was a time when Vash thought he would never feel this again, the warm humming sense of contentment - a soft vibration beneath his skin, singing through him.

The way he used to feel when Rem smiled at him, when he and Knives chased one another through the artificial fields on the ship where they were born.

It's a fragile feeling; fleeting, in most cases. And Vash, though he is foolish in many ways, is not stupid. He knows he has done things that make him unworthy of that feeling.

He flexes his cybernetic fingers, the slight mechanical sound of them nearly undetectable, even to him.

So many days I was afraid of love, love, love, love.

Vash sits in silence as the night fades, counting Wolfwood's breaths and listening to the faraway sound of Meryl's heartbeat, the soft murmuring he finds so endearing about her when she dreams.

He wonders how long this can possibly last. Wonders how many more times he will be lucky enough to save them both from the curse of knowing him, of being caught within his vortex - two more casulaties of the Humanoid Typhoon.

He wipes his tears away as Wolfwood stirs, tilts his head so the morning sun will reflect off his glasses, hide his swollen eyes.

But don't get too attached to the living, every single memory's fleeting (that's a fact).

The first thing Wolfwood does each morning is stuff a cigarette in his mouth; the man never speaks until he's smoked at least one. And even then, most of his speech before noon consists of gutteral, half-words and curses.

Meryl wakes like she's being dragged through brambles - all groaning and moaning like she's fighting a thorned bush. Vash stifles a smiles at the thought of her strangling the rose he held so gently this morning for the audacity of pricking her hand instead of his.

"Let's get moving, dumbass," Wolfwood growls through a haze of smoke, teeth clenched on the end of a cigarette.

Vash blinks, realizes he's been daydreaming a little too long, didn't realize his companions were finally up and ready. He wonders if he drifted off to sleep without realizing.

One day I woke up and realized...

Meryl punches the priest in the shoulder then flashes Vash a smile, head tilted to one side.

That tingling warmth spreads through Vash's chest, reaches the ends of his fingers, makes the spot where the rose bush pricked him thrum even though it's long since healed. He thinks he can even feel the electric components of his prosthetic zip and zing a little.

Love's not a grave. It won't decay on you.

[heynowisavedyouright]

OF COURSE ash was trying to play all sides that mf (explosion noises) swagdoons are insane. ive heard of the comfort stream bc i read ur fic so all i know is Stuff Goes Down (thanks for ur desc and clips btw i appreciate it <3)

oh youre welcome !!!!!!! love talking about that $tuff they Are ju$t $traight up in$ane . comfort $tream i$ a fever dream im $till not $ure HOW we got that . i Need the . FUUCKKKKK . im going to .

li$ten . the comfort $tream went into my hou$e and killed me dead and im going to thank it for that for month$

LITERALLY one of red$ fir$t reaction$ when it come$ to a$h on life$teal i$ remembering team chao$ leaving him day of the clean$ing . loyalty clip . thi$ one clip i finally had time to cut out $o i could $tick it into my yt $wagdoon$ playli$t ( hi ) and al$o my yt $wagdoon$ playli$t but chronologic ( hey there ) . and then i have to go out and $ay a$h apologi$ing for betraying him two minute$ into the conver$ation i$ one of the LE$$ FUCKED UP THING$ THEY DID THERE ???????? WHAT .

red wdym youre a$king if you want to wor$hip him . what do you MEAN you dont need anything metaphorical for it " like a path to heaven , but a phy$ical incentive " . im going to blow up . im going to find your ba$e reddoon$ and then im going to blow up THERE . what do you mean they find the other the mo$t unkillable player on life$teal . w , hat do you mean a$h could never kill him .

a$h$wag $niffing noi$e$ oh you $mell like you died recently ? fuckoff

[sappymix1]

It might just be sapnap driving, dteam road trip back to LA 🤔?

dream tream road trip back to florida

[gaiagaiago]

Live Blog This!:

biting into the smooth flesh of a lady.

dream of sending this liveblog (high) to a group of my fellow dykes being like 'haha i'm so out of my head" and having them come over to violate you in the dead of night. tie me up in the middle of the living room. gag me. keep the train going until tears tream down my face and even then don't stop till my cunts tender.

send this to my real friends and its odd. they're like mostly gay men or like nonbinary adjacemt of that. so thats lke just sexual harrassment. also i think we all bottoms 🙄😭😨 (<----haha like ironic silly combo)

fuck i wish i had a casual fucker (???) to see this.

i shouldn't be wearing her hoodie. wish i had more than my hand. but won't really use it :(

this is not live blog i was like typing for some time so late-blogging

[worldend]

im still sad that vincent wasnt made playable in ff7 rebirth because the team that i was using in og ff7 was cloud tifa and vincent but at least since cloud will be out of the picture for the 3rd game my dream tream will be real (tifa vincent and yuffie)

[libidomechanica]

Let it, to me

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unborne, and, he not leaves and a     bush preparapet, with such comforts her sailors ashes     a foes: the more. This stricks

imagic hints murmur in the     Russian loppiness flying to had not kiss me. Nor soul!     Let it, to me! The seem’d

ther’s both for that in a true hand     near heart. In then the cannel, stay agains, when rock middle-     aged, he lives water

iudge, when feast the word in his own     upwards should not be soner was losing pain, glow their precede     quarias on as it

caught, which rath: Death tremblings the liablesse     part. Men into her wordswore the crime moor fee, was fell’s     warried many head

orderer fest my Muse; for his lads     with the rolled the father sometime the blacke doth noise the chiefs     to Heave. The bedde, nor this

tears mind as well men know am     in the edge a momen stop, no othed? Was a riband,     in the pale Ocean be

lose black ink how spent, and made thou     lamp dear! In a sudder the ever attring for hame waled     quiet, rhythm in

his eye. Feels; but Cymon, his cot,     all—if of time anxious minute of their room. They to his     back their lately even,

nor ceremory it laugh cere,     that with a heigh well came acts so releasing sad flowere     his long-setting men, though

to moves in of Musical of     colors when holy she no more look ink I’m goes bear, I     shame. Now shot, to thee, where

I lease the extremblank’d at make     now? Likened in droop and who lated the last withou swear,     as, but the lassions ready

gay, whose his own upon of     one dream of woe? What in the his fired me pages, O     happy may but human

spacious even and defore, and     the promise borrells Emblem my hearth; but Dick, her kill never     mind, tempt the begins.

[n0info-angel]

i had a tream they shoed yoshimitsu tekken 8 and he was a sazabi with like the big 0 extra arms and rockets but a ninja. good dream it will b a good day

[haunts-n-dice]

Two posts in one day? Well I couldn't really help myself also if I didn't post this now I wouldn't end up posting it cause I like the other techno drawing I've done more :3

[paleroze]

No cause how the fuck a simple minecraft youtuber could handle his millions of fans, and to tell them not to be toxic and stuff, yeah some might listen, but a great amount still don't. Dream always get dragged into a mess he don't deserve.

[juliberrylive]

im sorry to my followers this is a mcyt blog now until my hyper fixation is done.

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(wilbur soot simps r welcome)

[kittyp333]

george reaction pictures for anyone who wants them

[netherst4r]

Dream’s recent tweets about his sexuality, shipping, and accusations of “queerbaiting”