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being into obey me is funny bc the People could just enter ur room and find you and your siblings talking about the birth of fucking satan (<- catholic household)
#dreaming thoughts#dreaming queued#bc i couldnt stop myself from reblogging that one belphie art >:(#anyway uhhh#obey me#<- ???????? someone teach me about tagging idk if i should tag om#ive... talked abt it plenty of times w my siblings (told them most of the stuff i knew)#and my younger sibling is still convinced that lucifer shat satan out of his ass despite my explanations and ramblings
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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)
#she is so sweet for being stuck at work with me all day after getting shipped#there's no way to properly photograph but she is very pink!!#once she's settled in ill be queuing all the pics#i highly recommend zooming in on her eyes they are stunning!#guys a hint on whats coming next#it may or may not be#her boyfriend!!!!#but if you recall#i said 4 in total were coming#i will hint that the last two#are not sand#nor boas#one of my dream snakes#my snakes#champagne
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Build-A-Bear Chococat!!
#build a bear#chococat#!!!#this one took me forever to make#i guess chococat isn't super popular#but thats okay because i love him#i want the stuffie so bad but it's s o expensive#so for now I'll be content with looking at it from afar!#anyway i hope you enjoy#as always#sfw interaction only#moodboard#sfw agere#agere#age regression#sfw littlespace#agere moodboard#age dreaming#also! for those concerned I'm currently in my exam#don't worry this is queued#so hopefully my exam is going well!!#no pacifier
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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
Main Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist
"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."
#the sandman#dream of the endless#morpheus#morpheus x reader#the sandman fanfic#dream x reader#dream of the endless x reader#the sandman x reader#sandman x reader#queued post
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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
#ts4#sims 4#in like 2030 i'll continue the macmahon legacy i promise#editing and queuing gameplay posts is something i really miss but actually playing the game.... 😬#gael was in one of my dreams recently#i was playing a resident evil 1 type clone in my dream and he was the main character#it made me want to revisit my boy#i have a really cool thing i want to do for simblreenn this year but i don't know if i have timeee#/gael
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Have you cleaned your room yet? Shit looks nasty tbh.
Thank you for your question, viewer!
[transcript below]
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
#utahlive#utahlive episodes#ask blog#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dsmp ask blog#dream smp#dream smp fanart#dream smp askblog#revivebur#revivebur fanart#revivebur askblog#Im actually using a picture of my bed now. it doesnt actually look bad I just made the lighting look like shit on purpose#also sorry im a dumbass I thought I queued these yesterday but I just put em in drafts#oopsie
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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.
#14 days with you#14dwy ren#14dwy redacted#cw religious themes#momo writing#cannot gush about the story in tags bc spoilers </3#i must contain myself#sobbing and crying#but p4 queued for next week#maybe my brain will shut up about it once everything is posted!!!#<- hopes and dreams right here#so sorry this AU is all u get out of me for a while...#I'M ON BREAK!!! I AIN'T LYING!!!
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Warm-ups to get back to digital drawing :>
#the owl house#toh#toh spoilers#platinum bones#king clawthorne#the collector#watching and dreaming#my art#queued#if these don't appear in the tags again i will cry
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@clarissasbakery I LOVE UR FLOWER DESIGN SM I HAD TO MAKE THISSSS <333
#osc#object show community#my stuff#bfdi#object shows#my art#battle for dream island#flower bfdi#bfdi flower#bfb flower#flower bfb#bfdi gijinka#gijinka#bfdi humanized#bfb humanized#queued 2/22/24
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IF: MADELINE + MOLES = LOVE
AND: MADELINE + ME = LOVE
THEN MADELINE + ME + MOLES
(posing inspired by this piece!)
#socksdrew#happy birthday to the objectum movie ever#electric dreams#miles harding#madeline robistat#edgar#fanart#electric polycule#I can’t draw hands and I can’t draw proportions but the polycule ever like actually#queued this post on June 23 2024#tried a new semi-realistic style with this one I don’t think it looks too shabby
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imagine the student handbook. wait. cmon. it'd be pretty normal but with a few other things for the demons
#dreaming thoughts#obey me#*opens document#*cracks knuckles#oh yeah baby#my current thoughts r just. about rad documents and stuff im sorry 😭#dreaming queued
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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
#muzz mumbles#he plagues me#even in my dreams i see him there#(<- guy who willingly has that post queued more than 264 times)
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(000323) - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUANG RENJUN ♡
#nctinc#nct#kpopco#malegroupsnet#malegroupsedit#mgroupsedit#renjun#nct dream#my edit#happy birthday to the sweetest and cutest person on earth <3#not quite satisfied with this set but i hope it will do#also mentally preparing for this to probably get less than 50 notes lol#...and i hope this shows up at the right time since this is queued
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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
Main Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist
“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.
Main Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist
#the sandman#dream of the endless#morpheus#morpheus x reader#the sandman fanfic#dream x reader#dream of the endless x reader#the sandman x reader#sandman x reader#queued post
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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!!
#More Christmas!!#I'm finishing all my Christmas requests today#I'm actually not online today#These are all queued in advance#anyway i hope you enjoy!#sfw interaction only#moodboard#sfw agere#age regression#agere#sfw littlespace#agere moodboard#age dreaming#middle regression
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I’m scheduling this post for 3 years time to remind anyone who’s following this blog by then and also myself that while MCYTtwt was at war with the genshin impact fandom over fanart, MCYTblr managed to trend “Penis SMP” for like 3 days
#the fact I will be 20 when this posts frankly horrifies me#mcyt#dream smp#dsmp#dsmp lore#penis smp#queued post#queued on 21/06/21
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