#fic: something out of a dream

[lbhslefttiddie]

youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower

from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way

[mayhemspreadingguy]

I did these illustrations for @beholdingthegaytimes 's fic 'It's Only Forever, Not Long At All' which is a part of The Endless Big Bang 2023.

[smallblueandloud]

happy five year anniversary of me posting my first fic on ao3! that first fic was doctor who, and therefore entirely unrelated to this fic, but i figure this update is pretty on-brand anyway ;)

chapter 2 of the fsk dog park au, at long last! chapter 3 is already written and will probably be posted in a few days <3 love you all

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, ODC (original dog characters) Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Final Mission Rarepair Exchange, they all have dogs! and they meet at a dog park! it’s really cute!, Fluff, Flirting, daisy has a little bit of a meltdown but it’s okay! Summary:

“Oh–” says Daisy, wavering, before she realizes she wrapped up everything interesting on her phone five minutes ago. “Sure,” she decides, turning around. “Hi.”

He grins. He’s cute, with curly hair and a bit of a beard. “I’m Fitz,” he says, waving sort of awkwardly. “I’m an engineer. I’m here with Rose, uh–” he gestures vaguely at the rest of the park. “She’s out there somewhere.”

“Nice to meet you, Fitz,” says Daisy, smiling back. “Yeah, it’s my first time here, Edward’s old owners moved and left him with me. I was their neighbor. Uh– I’m not really sure about this whole dog park… thing…”

(or, daisy meets two cute people at a dog park. written @genderfluid-and-confuzled for the final mission rarepair exchange!)

[nomsfaultau]

Philza Malewife Competition Round 7

Previous rounds: Cleaning. Cooking. Decorating. Karens. Sick Day. Eggs. Current points: The Lambs Wolves Wear (2), Lighting Lanterns (1), Weight in Gold (1), Fault (1), everyone else (0). And an honory point to qsmp for a guest appearance.

For a quick synopsis for the fics I’m referencing- those are here

Next round: A malewife must be an expert in fatherly hugs.

Weight in Gold: this is the softest thing forever and ever. Anyone hugging him just practically sinks into the feathers. And he’s so warm! [Philza] adores cuddling with his chicks, and is prone to pinning them down for preening sessions. Slight problem: he is FAR too heavy to be sitting on his chicks and bird instincts hard disagree. You might die but honestly? Worth it!

Babies: literally saves Tubbo’s life through the power of hugs in his fic. So, if you ever have hypothermia, this man has the certified hugs to fix it. Also will roll you up into a blanket burrito and sing the burrito song. 

Mandatory Family Reunion: The first time Techno hugs him is after realizing Philza murdered his mom and dad. So. Like. Uh. At least he’ll give good pep talks during it..?

Lord what fools these mortals be!: cradles you ever so cautiously, since he knows how easy it is for mortals to pop. His feathers are super warm and ward off the chill of the Winter Court. Plus his big wife can fit the family snug in the palm of her hand. 

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): Its the first time he’s hugged his boy in 10 years, and just like his other son, Tommy’s corpse grows cold in his arms, heart broken by Philza’s own two hands. Its fine. He’s fine. This is how respawn surgery is meant to work. But he still knows his son wouldn’t need it if Philza had been there to protect him. 

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: He pays your back awkwardly. His dǒulì kinda gets in the way. 

The Lambs Wolves Wear: Its a wonderful hug, and he gives a whole speech to profess his adoration. He’s never learned how to stop tensing during physical affection, but it never mattered since the “children” didn’t know what a genuine hug was meant to feel like. 

Fault: Its straight up that scene from Howl’s Moving Castle. He’s so filled with love that he’s floating because he’s forgotten about gravity. Philza is glowing with warmth and pride. Like literally glowing. 

Labels are in all caps for clarity

[mutantmayhems]

literal gremlin. (scrapped from the space set)

[gierosajie]

I’m very curious about the party’s reaction to finding out that Siffrin is a ghost/imaginary friend given life through craft for your Show’s Cancelled AU.

As somebody who hasn’t seen the Genshin story this was inspired from, I’d imagine that the party would start to look for Siffrin and eventually stumble upon the King’s old house. There would probably be something in there that revealed Siffrin’s connections to the King and what exactly happened to Siffrin.

(Just an additional thought of what if the King’s craft keeping Siffrin alive was a more deliberate thing instead of a passive thing. Like what if the King killed Siffrin and then regretted it, using wish craft to bring Siffrin back.)

(Also, If the King’s wish craft was keeping Siffrin alive, then couldn’t another wishcraft user bring Siffrin back?)

Okay, so! Everyone else except Bonnie didn't know about Siffrin's whole "hasn't actually been alive for years" thing until after they've defeated the King. Bonnie figured it out a while before reaching Dormont and thought it was kinda neat being a sort of ghost, if not a bit sad that Siffrin couldn't experience things like he used to. They were also pretty excited at the notion of having their own super special secret only they and Siffrin were privy to

The others tho did know there had been something between Siffrin and the King before as they went up the House, especially during the confrontation and the three in the know just basically implying something really bad happened

Siffrin already made everyone forget him when Odile, Mirabelle, and Isabeau figure it out. They were all trying to piece together fragmented memories of him while looking for him when Odile realizes they won't find him, physically at least, and screw it she's gonna drag him back one way or another

They do also stumble upon where the King used to live while trying to find a way to get Siffrin to stick around longer. Mostly a bunch of notes both had on ways to bring back the island into memory scattered around, and some of Siffrin's stuff like his cloak and hat hidden away in a box

Also on that additional thought- the craft was deliberate but the end result was accidental. Memory is a bit more important in the AU's world building (kind of a bit more in line with Genshin and it's whole thing about remembrance = existence) and the two made an attempt to force the island to be remembered. The wish that made the island disappear and the ones they made ended up mixing weird, and it resulted in Siffrin getting killed but still being around and tied to the King's initial wish

[lale-txt]

i dreamt i was running from serial killer omi but the dream was also pick-your-own-adventure style and after every few bits of dialogue i was presented multiple options to choose from, and after this happened 5-6 times (mind you i was drenched in blood and running away in a sundress the entire time) he breaks the 4th wall and tells me “wow you really aren’t the final girl” and that’s where i woke up

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Chocolate Hearts are Better Enjoyed by You, so Take Mine!

A fluffy short drabble to celebrate Valentine's Day, as well as reaching 400 followers! Everyone keeps handing Dream sweets, what's he to do with them all? This was written over about a week with minimal editing. Happy reading!

Dream's smile was strained as he reluctantly accepted yet another box of chocolates, letting his cheerful expression fall with a sigh once the giver had left.

He looked down at the box in his hands, wondering what he was supposed to do with it on top of the other five boxes Dream had already been given throughout the day. That wasn't even mentioning all the other sweets that had been forced upon him by people.

It wasn't like Dream could eat them all himself, & just the thought of it made his non-existent stomach roll. He took a deep breath & resumed walking down the street after vanishing the box into his inventory, only to be stopped by yet another gift giver, this time with a bag of lollipops in the shape of hearts.

Dream held back a sigh as he forced a smile back onto his face, reluctantly taking the bag practically being pushed into his hands. He really should have just taken a portal home.

After escaping the interaction & finding a relatively private area, Dream did just that & opened a portal, wincing with a soft laugh as he heard Swap quickly begin to lecture him on unnecessary magic use & the benefits of walking to places.

Dream stepped through & shut the portal behind him, ensuring nobody could follow him through. He walked over to the couch & flopped onto it with a sigh, only half paying attention to Swap's words.

Dream knew the other was just trying to look out for him, especially since Dream tended to burn himself out despite the recent lack of fighting.

Slowly sitting up, Dream looked over at Swap, who looked back at him with a worried frown. "Are you feeling okay? You seem kind of… tired."

Dream sighed & began to take out the vast amount of sweets he had been given from his inventory, placing them on the table. Swap's sockets widened as he took in the pile that quickly grew as Dream started to explain.

"People kept coming up to me & giving me these, & I couldn't just refuse them! I didn't want to be rude, but I kept getting more & more, so I opened a portal home to avoid risking running into people wanting to give me things."

Swap's mouth hung open a little as he took in just how much candy Dream put on the table. It wasn't exactly overwhelming laid out like this, but it was certainly more than they could eat by themselves. "What do you plan to do with it all?"

Dream shrugged, a frown on his face as he began to collect the cards that were given to him with the sweets. "I'm not sure. You know I don't really like candy, so I can't eat it all, & Ink prefers things when they're burnt, so I can't ask him to take all of it either. Maybe you could take some of it?" Dream looked up at Swap with a hopeful smile.

Swap frowned in consideration, putting his hands on his hips as he spoke. "I could take a tiny bit, & I'm sure Papy would enjoy some of the lollipops, but there's way too much for me to take all of it."

Dream bowed his head a little & sighed. "That's kind of what I expected, but thank you anyway." Dream leaned against the back of the couch & stared up at the ceiling, frowning. "But what do I do with the rest of it?"

Swap shrugged as he began to search through the pile, taking things he knew his brother would enjoy. "Error likes chocolate a lot, maybe you could give some to him?"

Dreams hummed as he thought the idea over, nodding in agreement after a moment. "That does sound like it might work, but how can I even give them to him? Isn't he almost always in the Antivoid?"

Swap frowned as he continued to pilfer away candy into his inventory. "Can you not just portal in & hand them to him?"

Dream narrowed his sockets as he thought about it, still facing the ceiling. "Can I? I kind of thought he would have protections against that."

Swap shrugged again, standing up straight after having finished grabbing all the candy he wanted. "I mean, have you ever tried?"

Dream shook his head as he slowly shifted back into a normal sitting position. "No, not that I can recall. Do you really think it would work?"

Swap walked over & sat down next to Dream, stretching himself out & plopping his legs onto Dream's. "I don't see why it wouldn't! He complains about Fresh & Ink bothering him, so obviously some people can get in."

"Alright, that's what I'll do then!" Dream nodded, his expression serious before he looked back down at the pile with a sigh. "First, though, I actually need to sort through it all."

Swap couldn't help but laugh at Dream's weary expression, smiling as they began to talk about more mundane topics.

A few hours passed by quickly with them getting distracted from their task at times, not helped by Ink popping by & pulling them further off task.

Eventually it was sorted into smaller piles, with the boxes & bars of chocolate put into a bigger box for easier carrying.

Focusing on his magic, Dream tried to form a portal to Error's area of the Antivoid, smiling when it actually worked.

Waving his goodbye to Swap & Ink, Dream picked up the heavy box of chocolates & stepped through, wincing slightly at the blinding white surrounding him.

Keeping the portal open behind him, Dream quickly caught sight of Error relaxing on his beanbag & began to walk over. Error almost immediately took notice of Dream's presence, turning to glare at him with a scowl.

Before Error could begin to question him, Dream interrupted the glitch with a question. "You really like chocolate, right?"

Caught off guard & confused, Error frowned as he answered. "Yeah, what's it to you?"

Dream grinned & walked closer, stopping when Error began to get agitated, before setting down the box. "Good! These are yours now, enjoy them!"

With that, Dream turned on his heel & ventured back through his open portal, shutting it behind him & leaving Error incredibly puzzled.

Hesitantly, Error got up & walked over to the box, crouching down next to it. He carefully opened the top, sockets widening when he saw boxes of chocolate.

Caution abandoned, Error grabbed one of the boxes & tore the lid off, uncaring as he threw it into a random AU.

Frowning at the chocolates with white chocolate drizzle, Error chose one that looked as if it was topped with caramel & tossed it into his mouth.

He hummed happily at the taste as even more chocolate spilled onto his tongues, quickly grabbing another & another until the whole box was eaten.

Looking down at the box still containing even more chocolates, Error wondered why Dream had even given them to him. But then he shrugged, picking up the box with his strings & bringing it closer to his bean bag before flopping onto the fabric.

That was something for him to figure out later. For now, he had chocolate to eat & Undernovela to watch.

[screwpinecaprice]

She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.

@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.

Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕

[magnusbae]

If you're interested, here's a prompt from the ones who just shared:

"Then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

No rush hehe I hope you get rest and have fun writing this!

Now, see, I could have taken this as an open prompt and went with something else, but I know you like dreamling and so I was good.

Thanks for the prompt dear! 💖 Also special thanks goes to @cuubism for actually going through it 🌻🌻🌻 any mistakes are me ignoring her wisdom or straight up forgetting to edit it. one of the two.

Dreamling - some flavor of hurt/comfort(?) 'you dare?' kind of situation going on there, 1,394w

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“I cannot fathom why—” 

Dream halts mid-sentence, his outrage rendering him speechless for a precious moment in which Hob tries, fruitlessly, to come up with a way to placate him, to explain in a way that will somehow pass as acceptable to Dream. The betrayal is tangible in the air, so charged that Hob’s hair actually stands on end as if from static. It feels like standing at your front door, still safe but seeing the hurricane on the horizon, knowing that this false safety can and will change in moments. Hob cannot think of a single thing. 

“You.” Dream grits his teeth so tightly that they scrape loudly, the sound of it making Hob’s own teeth ache uncomfortably. “Know.” Dream says each word as if it takes a great burden to even use human speech and not simply burn a hole in Hob’s mind. Given Dream’s past record, which Hob had recently learnt of, perhaps it does. “You know I do not ask.”

“I know.” Hob winces.

There’s no denying that he knew. Knew full well that asking Dream’s sibling for help was a guaranteed way to not only outrage him, but also land Hob a very creative punishment and the end of their long friendship.

He knew that, and did it anyway. 

Would again, if he had to.

He will not apologize for that.

Dream seems to come to the same conclusion, cheeks reddening in a surprising display of humanity, of lack of control over his appearance. The darkness that creeps into his eyes is distinctly not human. Hob shudders but fixes his eyes on Dream’s, refusing to avert his eyes like a reprimanded youth. He did what he did, and he’s not sorry.

''Then.” To Hob’s surprise, Dream seems to level himself, to school the darkness out of his eyes and ask with a calm that is somehow more unnerving than his rage. “Why did you do it?" There is a finality to this question, like a judge asking for one last confession to tip the scale one way or another. There will be judgment at the end of it, Hob knows. 

“Because…” he sucks in a breath, there’s a ball of nerves in his stomach and frustration, surprising him with its intensity, it feels almost like anger.

Why is he here, searching for excuses for something he believes in wholeheartedly? He doesn’t want to learn firsthand of Dream’s notorious pettiness but he’s not here to play these sort of games. 

The outraged huff is stuck in his throat— he didn’t even realize he had raised his voice this much, not until the ring of it strains his ears. He is practically shouting. And he doesn’t care. 

 ''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.''

There’s anger in it, frustration, a measure of desperation.

“I bloody love you more than I fear you, that’s why.” His own cheeks burn, itch, tingle with the indignation of it all. “Because I’m a besotted fool who would make a pact with the devil if I had to, if it meant helping you.” He gestures curtly at Dream, then spreads his arm in an exaggerated motion of question. “Why else? Seriously, why else?!” He stops at that, breathing harshly. This is not how he had imagined, not even close. Fuck it. And fuck Lucifer, too. And Dream’s all too pleased sibling, on top.

Through his outburst Hob had stopped paying attention to Dream’s face, only his eyes, latching onto them as if they were his anchor in this universe, the only constant thing, in life, in this.

When he finally looks, really looks, he realizes with a start that Dream’s cheeks are no longer red with anger, that his eyebrows are not as tightly knitted, that his pale lips form a small and lax ‘o��. 

His friend looks taken aback, pacified and…surprised.

Like he couldn’t fathom this being the reason for Hob’s supposed betrayal of trust. Like this was the last rationale he had expected to hear, like he, an Endless being of incomprehensible wisdom, is unable to conceive this simple truth. Like he’s at a loss now.

Like he’s a bloody idiot. Hob shakes his head in amazement, his own anger evaporating as quickly as it came. Yet again he wonders how it is possible to be all knowing and yet so blind, so oblivious to such a simple truth, one Hob didn’t even try too hard to hide, really.

“I know you didn’t want me to,” he softens his voice, speaking more quietly “but I really didn’t have a choice. If I could do this on my own, you know I would have, I’d do worse for you.” He smiles at Dream, he doesn’t even try to sound self-deprecating, it’s the honest truth. He would.

His hand drops by his side and he awaits then, for his judgment.

“You love, me?”

Hob doesn't know how to respond to such a simple question other than–

“I do.”

There’s nothing else to add to that, he said it all, he did it all, even Dream must understand this is no passing fancy. One does not risk their immortal soul for something insignificant. Especially not Hob. One does it when it means everything. And in this case, it did. Dream did. 

Dream seems to again, come to the same conclusion. 

He wilts, shoulders sagging. He looks both much older and much younger at the same time, like this knowledge has stricken him, hurt him.

“You shouldn’t” is all he says. 

“But I do.” Hob answers in return. 

“I see that.” Dream’s voice is a whisper carried by the breeze, gentle, endless, aching. He looks torn in that moment, the judge whose scales no longer measure in any understandable manner. He casts his gaze down. 

“Just let me,” Hob says. He did not come here demanding boons, nor love, only to help Dream. “Forgive my impudent human inclinations to save what I love, and let us continue as we were. Friends. “

“Friends…” Dream repeats after him, as if in disbelief.

Dream opens his mouth to say more—to accept or refuse, Hob doesn’t know—but in that exact moment Matthew half-crashes, half-lands on Dream’s shoulder, a flutter of black feathers and barely muffled curses.

“Boss! Oh for fuck’s sake— I mean cracker’s sake— I mean what the hell— I mean you’re fine—you’re actually okay, I was sure that this time you’re like legit—” he notices Hob then, and cawing loudly he curses again “You actually did it you son of a bitch— you really did!” His wings open excitedly, brushing against Dream’s face, covering it up.

“Matthew.” 

“Uh-” Matthew folds his wings immediately. 

Hob looks at Dream then, the moment is decidedly broken but he has to know if he’d see him again, he can’t just go on not knowing, it’ll drive him insane. “Dream—” he starts, but Dream speaks over him.

“We will discuss this—” Dream’s lips tighten, eyes flicking to Matthew and then back at Hob. “At a later time.” He concludes rather curtly, seemingly deciding that addressing exactly what they will be discussing is not something he wants his Raven to be privy to.

“Right…” Hob murmurs, not speaking further of the topic either. It’s one thing to break Dream’s boundaries over life and death, another entirely over his own impatience and need to know. Dream wanting to see him again at all is already a damn good sign, and Hob will take it, gladly.

“I’ll see you later then, Dream” He uses the name even while not being sure he is still permitted to, that he did not lose the privilege. Dream tilts his head but doesn’t object, instead he nods once and disappears in a swirl of golden sand.

“Show off…” Hob murmurs into the empty air, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a good feeling in his gut, he should probably be worried but he has a feeling that things will work out, that it all will be just fine. He can’t explain it, but he has learnt to trust his gut over the years. After all, it once led him to believe that he would never die.

It was right then, and it’ll be right now too. He and Dream will figure it out and will be better for it. Just like the other time, just like always. 

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

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[amethyst-chan4]

Y'all better be ready for a yap session on here when I cross post my villain!Mic design (His villain name is Ear Piercer). It's gonna go over his support gear and some facts about him. Oh and he still has a tooth gap and freckles (don't worry he'll always have them in some capacity)

I'll preface with this -

If I ever am very vague about Ear Piercer's dislike of the media especially around younger heroes (and the unfortunate ones that may lose their lives young) think about two things:

Remember how Aizawa didn't want the kids to get bombarded with interviews after the final war when they got requests?

Remember also how Aizawa and Ear Piercer (when he was Present Mic of course) were teens who were involved in a tragedy that resulted in media coverage and interviews?

It only takes one too many questions and too many times prying for someone to break. For someone to completely snap and suddenly go MIA. To make a scene.

Even when you think it's over, when you think nothing bothers you, something can and WILL snap.

[justaz]

teehee au where merlin is beloved by like all of camelot and just has everyone wrapped around his finger (not that different from canon honestly) and one day arthur is on his way out on a mission from his father that merlin insisted he be on bc uther found out about his magic and merlin just wanted arthur far away from it so he didn’t have to witness it. uther knows that merlin cares deeply for arthur and was genuine in the compromise so he allowed it. after arthur is gone, uther orders the pyre to be built and merlin is burned before sundown.

since arthur’s mission was top secret (again insisted by merlin) no one knew where he was or how to send a message to him to let him know what was happening. the citadel is ROCKED bro like a lot of them are in shock and weighed down by grief (especially the guards and knights that were forced to follow their king’s orders). this was like the first time that almost the whole citadel knew who the sorcerer was and they all adored him. organizing happens rather quickly especially with the knights and guards turning a blind eye to the conspiring of high treason that’s literally happening right in front of them.

arthur meanwhile runs into either morgause or nimueh somehow idk and they tell him about the deal his father made and shows him the contract he signed and points out the line that states the deal calls for a life to be taken in exchange for a life made which makes it clear that his father knew somebody was to die for it. he pulls a quick 180° and dashes back to camelot, arriving in the middle of the night to see fires burning high as the rioting citizens scream and shout calling for justice and listing names that seem vaguely familiar but he cant place.

arthur, already hellbent on patricide, hears the fate that befell merlin and his rage is multiplied tenfold. he marches through the streets with tunnel vision until he finds his father who seems relieved to have his son back until he draws his sword against uther. arthur doesn’t argue or insist he draw his sword. arthur just lists his two people, his mother and his merlin, much like the rioting people outside are.

uther stops him: you look down on me for building a kingdom on blood, but that is what you’ll be doing if you kill me

arthur barely blinks: then i guess i really am your son

uther’s head is paraded around the city until morning

[lelianasbong]

do you ever think about the fact that sera's adoptive human mother convinced her AS A CHILD that a total stranger hated her because of her race - to protect the woman's own pride, mind you!! it wasn't even true!! racist AND self-absorbed!!!! (which tbqh the venn diagram is a circle) - and the ramifications of sera cutting herself off as soon as she starts to say, "i hated her, and i hated- (myself)" and how ungenerously the fandom interprets her pain and makes it all about their picture perfect elf oc. because i do.

[cel-aerion]

hi hello. i did an art of your fanfic 👉👈

(ignore that its not the best, i was trying to figure out how to draw them as i did this. and its 2 am lol.)

xfjjgxggkcfck OMG THANK YOU I LOVE IT???? This is like the best thing ever to wait up to thank you so much fufjgkcjtfjxr

[plusultraetc]

I've accepted that this fic will probably never be finished (although parts of it may be repurposed for future stories), but this exchange still makes me :')

+ bonus bc it made me laugh all over again