#flutter dream

[gethoce]

New reference sheets for the two different Morpho Knights that exist in my AU. The former is the one we see in Star Allies while the latter is encountered in Forgotten Land.

[ask-morpho-knight]

How did you meet your partner and how did you get with him?

(The answer to the first part of the ask can be found here)

[quanblovk]

More aggie doodles with @gethoce (BUTTERFLY EDITION!!)

[lipt-97]

came back just to post these. okay bye

[moths-wonderland]

Flutter shy agere moodboard🐇🌷💚

[lilsippypup]

Baby bat 🦇🍼

[reversed-twisted]

"Hey there I'm Boxten and uhm we decided to make a little place for us on tumblr, we are twisted but don't be scared! We wont hurt you, unless your one the toons that are trying to hurt us" He pauses chuckling nervously then sighs "Right now its only Me and Poppy but I'm sure the others will arrive soon, Poppy come say hi!"

"Hey" Poppy speaks up sounding Exhausted "Am I done now?" "Yeah you are go ahead and rest" _________________________________________________ Welcome to the Reversed Au where the twisted are trying to protect the staff of gardenview from the toons _____INFO AREA_____

DO NOT INTREACT IF YOU ARE ARE UNCOMFORABLE WITH BODY HORROR,MOLD, MURDER, IMPLIDED CHILD DEATH, AND SICKNESS! The twisted became twisted when toon Dandy trapped them and poured ichor on them thinking that it would kill them the twisteds where new models made to replace the bloodthirsty toons but that didn't go to well and the Old models are still in control of Gardenveiw Lilic is a Handler that got into contact with ichor and is now sick, she's trying her best to help the twisteds though

_____ Rules _____ No NSFW asks No Racisicam , Homophobia, Transphobia DNI if under the age of 15 due to mentions and talks of dark topics (that include murder, Body horror and sickness (more will be added later depending on the way the story goes)) DO NOT Send pictures to me In the ask box you will be warned once and if a image is sent again you will be instantly BLOCKED! (or Instantly Blocked depends on the photo) _______________________________ Refences under the cut

if you don't like Body horror and/or Mold DO NOT go further than Twisted Shelly and Vee's Refence

Twisteds

[imreadydollparts]

Slumber Party Gift Pack Flutter Pony Pink Dreams was an absolute mess when she came in. No hair, paint smears, ink, her neck ripped off the flange when I was trying to get her head off...

Yes, her side says "Cat".

[h-didanart]

I don’t have the final design yet

but I wanted to show you guys the sketches I’ve got, so here!

And a small thing too, cuz why not

[puffballwarrior-blog]

Gives bon bon a strawberry

Leaves

She likes it!

[gethoce]

I just don't quite understand why the 2 of you the orange butterfly Continue. attacking Kirby When I keep hearing about you to judge people for their action since I don't remember he Didn't do anything bad. 🤔

(@ask-morpho-knight will reopen sometime next year)

[ask-morpho-knight]

YOU GO AND HAVE A NICE DAY OR I'M GOING TO MAKE YOUR FELLOW REAPERS GO CRAZY!

[bloodbathfortwo]

Nigel kisses the freckles on Alex's face. That's it, that's the whole post.

[lenreli]

Day 28 - Sex [AU]

[AO3] Finally! :D More werewolf Hob & fairy Dream!

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Hob groans, body still aching a bit after nights of full-moon transformations, which has finally ended with the new moon appearing. Resting on the sofa, he frowns, and considers if Dream will appear at all, having gotten the other man’s number after their session, and, well― 

There’s a knock at the door, and Hob’s heart goes into his throat as he jumps up, quickly opening the door. “Hi,” he breathes, eyes widening as he sees Dream ― and his lack of wings, which, understandable, though the Dream’s black outfit is more surprising, considering the last time Dream was in only leather pants and harness. Also very chunky black boots, which he remembers taking off. Dream raises an eyebrow, and Hob’s face heats, “um. Come in,” he says, moving so Dream can step inside.

“How was your nights, if I may ask?” Dream asks, voice deep as Dream looks around his plain living room, mainly filled with knick-knacks and books, some essays he has to mark on the table. 

“Exhausting,” he says with a deep sigh, “and also very tense, so it’s good to unwind with,” he stops as Dream looks at him, an eyebrow raised and eventually nodding. “And you?” Hob would love for less awkwardness, but as sexually compatible they are, their conversations are a minefield of awkwardness and trying not to offend each other as they learn. “You can, uh,” he gestures uselessly. 

Dream tilts his head, lips pursing as Dream starts to unbutton his black dress shirt, revealing a simple black vest, “I had to refrain from cursing someone so their drinks always turn out to be unfulfilling,” Dream mutters and Hob laughs, “he was unbearable, but I figured he wasn’t worth the energy.” 

“Naturally,” he responds, distracted as the black vest comes off, and his breath stutters as he sees Dream’s wings. The wings have become a tattoo, filigree black lace a wonderful contrast to Dream’s pale skin as five pairs of wings are underneath Dream’s skin. The back muscles of Dream tense, and Hob realises he’s gravitated close to Dream’s back, watching as the wings move with Dream’s muscles. “Sorry,” he breathes, voice rough as a hand hovers close to the other’s back, “I.” 

“You can touch,” Dream offers, a blue eye peeking at him, “as long as you get undressed too. This won’t be like last time,” Dream says, and Hob nods, taking off his clothes quickly as the fairy watches. Dream hums, eyes stuck on his chest ― and there’s a stutter, lashes fluttering as Hob touches the edge of a wing. 

There’s another stutter of breath as his finger goes down to the centre of the cluster of wings, at the middle of Dream’s back, and he’s amazed to see a flutter of wings, some of them coming out of Dream’s back, then melting back into pale skin. “Holy shit.” 

Dream lets out a sound, thin and high as his fingers press into the pale back, wings twitching out of skin and melting back in, and Hob tries to wrestle his other hand from not touching more of the wings, instead going to Dream’s pants, tugging him close as his hand goes around the front as Dream moans, cock hard and straining as he undoes them. “Is this going to be the scene we were planning?” Dream breathes, head resting against his shoulder. 

“Warm up,” he mutters roughly, pushing the other man down onto the sofa, and Dream hums, looking amused as and flushed as Hob presses him down. There’s a moan as Hob presses him down, feeling twitching wings against his chest, one of Dream’s hands clutching at his shoulder as Dream grinds up into his chest, the fluttering against his chest almost maddening as he tries to rein in his need to be down, nipping lightly close to a wing as Dream procures lube from ― somewhere, as well as a condom. 

Hob prepares Dream in a blur, eyes still focused on the fluttering wings he can still see as Dream whines and writhes, pressing against his chest and his other hand, stretching Dream’s entrance as carefully as he can, blood rushing at the feel of Dream’s wings against his chest, melting back into the pale skin, “are you going to go any quicker?” Dream asks breathlessly. 

Groaning, Hob bites down on Dream’s neck he takes his fingers out, shaking as he puts on the condom, and they moan as he enters Dream, pressing Dream down onto the sofa to stop the way that Dream wants to impale himself right away, which he remembers through a haze of heat and desire that Dream did that last time. 

“More,” Dream whines, a hand going into his hair to tug, and Hob lets out a whimper as he starts up a rough, stuttering rhythm, moans rising as their desire peaks and rushes, Hob coming before Dream as he watches and feels the flutter of wings against his chest. 

Brain scrambled, he lightly kisses the fluttering wings wrapped around Dream’s shoulder and arm as he comes down ― and groans as Dream moves out from under him, “where is your bedroom?” Groaning, he gestures in the general direction, heart skipping as he watches Dream’s naked body walk that way. “Don’t take too long,” Dream offers, giving him a smirk over his shoulder as he enters Hob’s room. 

Taking a deep breath, Hob scrubs his face as he gets up from the sofa, already feeling himself half in love with the fairy already as he ties up the condom and throws it in the bin, resting against the fridge as he takes another deep breath, mind stuttering over their texts for their scene. After such a scorching orgasm, it takes him a bit to get into the right headspace, but he does eventually as he makes his way to his room.

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Pink Dreams poses with a pumpkin.

In Plymouth, in Devon, England.

[life-winners-liveblog]

Hmm what was the name... Oli?... No um... Mumber ... Urg whatever, I don't care! Moving on, could you tell us a bit about yourself fine sir? You seen very interesting!

*points the mic at Mexican Dream *

-Flutter! The funnest funniest ever in the history out there!

SL!Mumbo: O-oh! It's Mumbo! Mumbo Jumbo! T-thats my name...

...oh! R-right! MD?

MD: Heeeey man, wassup?

SL!Mumbo: H-hey? Can you...uh...say something about y-yourself?

MD: Sure maaan, names Mexican Dream but you can call me MD maan.

SL!Mumbo: Uh... a-anything else...man?

MD: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can sell you weed if you wannit man.

SL!Mumbo: No! No! No! Not that!

MD: What can I say man? it is what it is.

SL!Mumbo: What!?! W-what are you talking about?