#my dream shenanigans

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Drew this scene based on a dream I had last week that involved tonio and a weird little fish baby

[dkettchen]

cursed construction core hi vis bra that came to me in a dream

In the dream I saw it in the window display of a hardware/DIY/trade shop, implying it was meant to be a practical garment designed for actual female constructions workers in a Female Armour level missed-the-brief attempt at gender inclusion

The practical support from the visible underwire combined with the hi vis implying it’s not meant to be worn as an undergarment, I just-

I blame my binge-reading ND Stevenson’s gender comics talking abt masculinity and femininity incl the one abt Victoria’s Secret lingerie yesterday for this monstrosity x’D

[gooptroupe]

pls alliumduo hhugs.. or anything joyous really. if ur taking rq that is!!!

theyre having a sleepover :3

[one-time-i-dreamt]

In a movie I watched, a girl went under a goth transformation and changed her pronouns from she/her to oh/fuck/she.

[candle-scm]

my takeaway from natla is that og atla zuko is hot topic flavored gay and natla zuko is barbie flavored gay

[imaginariumwanderer]

BUDDY IM SO SORRY TO KEEP COMING IN BUT:

Shadowvani, shared mindscapes (like the masquerade) their dramatic discussions and debates and teasing and flirting and dancing around eachother, Vanilla learns he can affect their shared world when he's teasing shadow and wishes he had something to lightly whack him with after he caught him trying to grab his soul jam so blatantly, and all of a sudden he has a fan in his hand.

Shadow is just as shocked as he is.

Hm.

Now where did that came from...?

Just for fun, here's my initial sketch for the first page. My sketches tend to be messy so I don't show them off much. Their ballroom attires were something I came up with while sketching. And if you're wondering about the third panel: I accidentally merged the frame into the sketch mid-adjustment, so it got stuck

[momotonescreaming]

Part One

“Jeff. Jeffers.” Eddie starts, as soon as he opens the door to Jeff’s bedroom, ignoring the way it slams into the wall with the force of it. “I am about to lose my shit.”

“So a normal Saturday, then?” Jeff replies, looking up from the music magazine he’s flipping through, not moving from where he’s reclined across his bed.

Navy blue comforter, pale grey sheets, tucked in tight. His mother’s influence, Eddie knows. Jeff’s mom is a good woman, is cool with the band, and the metal, and the DnD — but she’s a total neat freak. So Jeff makes his bed perfectly everyday, so she won’t barge into his room and do it for him. He bought himself a Motorhead poster from a record store in Bloomington once, and his mom framed it.

So there was Eddie’s room, with all his posters and banners haphazardly tacked to the walls and stuck to the mirror; and then there was Jeff’s, with his carefully curated selection of framed posters. Not very metal, Eddie thought. Jeff always said that if that’s what it took for his mom to accept to metal music? He’d take it.

Eddie shuts the door behind him, making sure it closes with a swift kick of his socked foot, before turning back to his best friend.

“Worse than normal, Jeffy-boy.” Eddie says, emphasising with his hands before gripping them tightly. “I bumped into Henderson at Melvalds this morning and he would not shut the fuck up about Harrington the entire time he trapped me in conversation.”

“Ah,” Jeff simply replies, closing his magazine and placing it off to the side, out of the way. “So it’s a Harrington breakdown today? I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Jeff,” Eddie says, trying to sound stern with all the emphasis on the word, but he’s smiling. Watches as Jeff pats an empty spot on the mattress next to him. He rolls his eyes, playing it up, before flopping face first onto the bed beside Jeff. He groans into the mattress, a long, drawn out sound, and can hear Jeff chuckling at the sound of it. “Please.”

Jeff pats his shoulder comfortingly, hand warm and steady, before Eddie rolls over. Stays laying down, and looks up at the swirly patterns of Jeff’s popcorn ceiling.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Jeff laughs, before turning to look down at Eddie. “So. Harrington.”

Eddie groans again, ignoring the sound of Jeff’s laughter. “I made the mistake of asking Henderson what he was doing later — trying to make fucking small talk, or something — and apparently our little sheepie is hanging out with Steve Harrington.”

“Wait,” Jeff says with a start, his brows furrowing. “Harrington hangs out with freshman nerds? Willingly? And he knows Dustin?”

“Fucking apparently,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up into the air and letting them fall back down onto the mattress with a thump. “Henderson would not shut up about how cool it was Steve was hanging out with him, like he was trying to brag about it to me. Asking me if I fucking knew Steve Harrington like, hello? I live in Hawkins, everyone knows who Harrington is.”

“I was gonna ask if he was lying,” Jeff starts, bringing his hand up to his jaw to absently press and pick at his skin as he thinks. “But you’d think he’s smart enough to lie about something believable, at the very least.”

“He’s definitely lying,” Eddie replies, sighing, letting all the air exit his lungs in one slow exhale. “Because I cannot handle it being the truth. Harrington being hot, rich, charming, and nice to nerds like us? No way.”

“I was wondering when the crush was going to make it’s appearance,” Jeff replies, finally letting himself flop down beside Eddie. Rumpling his nicely made sheets, not caring as his abandoned magazine falls to the floor.

“Oh it’s been here the whole time Jeffothy,” Eddie says, stretching his legs out before letting them relax again. Picking at the navy blue fabric beneath him. “As soon as Dustin said Harrington’s name I felt my traitorous heart speed up.”

Eddie wasn’t lying and he a little felt ridiculous about it. Like some leading lady in a rom-com, the second the words Steve Harrington left Henderson’s mouth he felt his heart clench, his pulse quicken, and a horrid combo of shame and wanting curl around his stomach. His crush on Steve was always there, simmering in the recesses of his mind like the burning embers of a fire. Just waiting for something to come along and set it alight.

“And that’s the main reason you’re losing your shit?”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, sounding a little defeated, before perking himself up and sitting up, the mattress bouncing beneath him. Pushing those thoughts to the side. Thoughts of Steve Harrington and his amazing hair. His charming smile and warm eyes. Thoughts about him leaning in towards Eddie as they make conversation, so much Eddie can smell his cologne, his shampoo. And Steve will ask him questions about DnD, and actually sound interested about what Eddie would say back. Shaking his head a little, Eddie forces himself to not get lost in the fantasy.  “But enough about me, Sir Jeffington the Just. Any progress with Chrissy?”

Jeff just snorts, looking up at Eddie. “You say that like there’s progress to be had.”

“Come on,” Eddie starts, nudging Jeff’s side. “There’s gotta be something.”

“Not really,” He replies, taking a deep breath. “I stare at her in the halls at school like a lovesick fool and I don’t think she even knows who I am. There’s no way one of the cheerleaders knows my name.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Eddie replies, pushing himself up off of Jeff’s bed and heads over to his desk, pushed up under the window. He had started to feel that itch under his skin, the twitching of his fingers, that feeling that he just couldn’t sit still anymore. So he moves to the desk, seats himself on Jeff’s nice office chair with the wheels, and fidgets with the mini’s he has scattered on the desk. “You’re hot and charming as hell, at least one of them has gotta know your name.”

“Not Chrissy though,” Jeff says, self-deprecating, pushing his socked foot along the carpet from where it hangs off the bed, gathering static. “Come on.”

Eddie sighs, long and drawn out and dramatic — turning into more of a groan at the end. They had done this song and dance before, Eddie hyping Jeff up, and his best friend responding with self deprecation. Jeff was a guy who was confident in himself, in his hobbies and interests — but when it came to love, he faltered.

Eddie could understand. They were both freaks who’ve never dated anyone, with crushes on two of the most popular teens in Hawkins. Peak conformists. It was never gonna happen but Eddie wanted.

“Fine.” He concedes. “We’re both pathetic, happy now?”

“Thrilled,” Jeff snorts, before sobering. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up, y’know? She’s with Jason and she’s not about to dump him to start looking my way.“

“I know,” Eddie replies, voice also sobering, so there’s something quieter about it now. He gently spins on the chair, pushing himself back and forth with his feet. Trying not to fidget too much, trying not to pick and rip at his nails. “I’m just trying to live vicariously through you a little because I am not handling my conversation with Henderson well. Chrissy just seems one step closer to us than Harrington. At least she’s still at Hawkins High and we actually see her on the regular. But what if Henderson is telling the truth and Steve like, picks him up from Hellfire? Leaning on the door frame, swinging his keys around his fingers, raising an eyebrow all sexy-like. Looking at me from across the room.”

“You think Henderson knows Chrissy as well?” Jeff jokes, sitting up and crossing a leg underneath himself. “Think he could put in a good word?”

Eddie snorts, rotating one of Jeff’s minis between his hands. “Definitely. That nerd is slowly collecting all the sexy jocks in Hawkins, just for us.”

There’s a moment of silence, slowly thickening in the air between them before Jeff sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “What would I even say to her? Hey Chrissy, I’m the DnD freak who thinks you’re super hot. I definitely haven’t started daydreaming about going to basketball games just so I can watch you cheer, wanna go out?”

“Oh my God, Jeff,” Eddie laughs, wiggling his legs, unable to contain himself.

“I know,” Jeff exhales with a laugh.

“When I asked if there was any progress on the Chrissy front,” Eddie says, laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because it’s embarrassing! I’m so down bad it’s ridiculous.”

“This is a safe space, Jeffrey,” Eddie adds, nodding sagely. “I told you about how I started selling after games last year just so I could have an excuse to watch Harrington play. Did you see his thighs? Woof.”

“I did not see his thighs because I was busy lying to the others about how you were there because it was prime selling time, and you needed the extra cash to help Wayne,” Jeff adds, laughing., voice dropping into something more coy. Teasing. “And you definitely weren’t there because you were drooling over the idea of Harrington crushing your head in between his thick, sweaty, thighs.”

“As is my right, Jeff!” Eddie exclaims, feeling a little lighter, giddier, electric. A buzzing under his skin. Eddie launches himself off of the chair and towards Jeff — wrapping his arms around his waist and laughing all the while. Sending them both crashing into the mattress, rumpling Jeff’s neatly made bed even further. His face is pressed into Jeff’s chest, fabric of his Black Sabbath shirt soft against Eddie’s skin.

It always makes him feel better, talking about this sort of stuff with Jeff, letting it out, instead of holding it in. Eddie can feel Jeff laughing, his chest shaking underneath him as he wrestles Eddie off. Not hard enough to hurt.

He rolls off of Jeff, letting go of his waist, laughing as Jeff softly kicks him in the leg.

“I really can’t blame you though,” Jeff admits, looking over at Eddie. “Chrissy in that cheerleader skirt of hers is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s all about the thighs, I told you!” Eddie exclaims, laughing as he playfully shoves at Jeff again. Gripping the sleeves of his shirt, gently pushing and pulling him. His best friend lets himself be moved, used to Eddie’s shenanigans by now. “You want to give her a thigh hickey so bad, don’t ya, Jeffrey? Or maybe it’s her ass? All perky and round from cheer.”

Eddie cackles as Jeff covers his face with his hands, groaning, and almost definitely flustered.  He drags his hands down his face, drawing out the groan, before tuning to Eddie.

“I’m trying so hard not to get too gross about this, dude,” Jeff starts. “But you are not helping.”

“Nothing wrong with being a little gross with your friends,” Eddie says, slowly stopping his shoving at Jeff, moving his hand to gently pick at a stray thread. “I know you’re not, like, gonna be gross with her. I mean, unless she likes it.”

“Eddie!” Jeff exclaims, although he’s smiling, as he shoves his best friend off the bed.

Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #132

Damian assumed his brother was dead, that’s what mother told him at least and Damian believed her. Damian started painting his dreams as he kept dreaming about a weird dimension where the sky seemed to be swirling green and purple with floating doors and islands. One such painting gets put up for display at a gala Bruce hosts.

Sam knew what the painting was but how some random rich kid like Damian Wayne would know exactly what the infinite realms was defiantly suspicious. Danny was cautious about the whole gala and was on the opposite side of the room observing. Danny was here with Vlad something he wasn’t too thrilled about, but the guy needed a heir and Danny only relented when Vlad agreed to stop trying to kill Jack.

The gala changes everything for Danny after Damian steps into the room.

[elizakai]

Scribble scrubble multiverse trouble

[juniemunie]

"Why am I still doing this?"

"Don't you get it?"

"This is all just a show... and we're playing parts~"

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

I personally don’t mind the reveal that Aegon the Conqueror was motivated by dragon dreams about tptwp/war for the dawn; I actually like it quite a lot. Mostly because I like how Aegon’s legacy basically becomes: the unification of the realm and its peoples (a wholly positive thing) AND the iron throne (which has become a symbol of war and destruction). Aegon brought the realm together, but he also created that stupid pointy chair. The irony is that this chair, made of swords from all over the realm thus being a representation of all the different peoples in Aegon’s new kingdom, is meant to be the symbol of peace and unity. But in the current story, it’s become the driving force of disunity. And now hundreds of years later, now that the real threat that Aegon dreamed of has actually arrived, the realm is much too focused on who gets to sit on the silly chair more than anything else. Which imo would fall in quite nicely with GRRM’s deconstruction of prophecy, how people interpret it, and the ripple effects from those actions.

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc text message crack :)

✨just because ✨

Bat Chat

danny: bruce

danny: bruce

danny: bruce

danny: dad

danny: dad

danny: father man

danny: daaaaaaad

danny: batman

bruce: what

danny:… do you have this set up just to notify you when someone says batman and nothing else.

jason: don’t be so quiet, answer the question old man.

bruce: what did you need

danny: oh yeah

danny: just about forgot about it

danny: so

danny: i may or may not have

danny: possibly/maybe

danny: ate a chunk of kryptonite on a dare

jason: …what????

dick: danny no

dick: we have better impulse control than this

danny: we absolutely do not and you know it

danny: but also say hi guys, kon is here

dick: why do you still need our help if the supers are there?

danny: kryptonite

jason: oh yeah, almost forgot about that part

tim: what did i just wake up to

jason: go back to sleep replacement

danny: scroll up

danny: i can say with full confidence that this has never happened before

danny: usually when i eat solid objects i can just phase them back out.

danny: like the time i swallowed a fork back at casper high when my parents raided the school looking for my ghost half.

tim: excuse me what the fuck

danny: i know right, they couldn’t have waited five minutes until i stopped eating

dick: why can’t you just phase the kryptonite out

danny: i would, but it’s wedged in there pretty good

danny: it just goes intangible with me :/

tim: i have decided i am going back to sleep

tim: it is too early in the afternoon for me to deal with this

jason: good

danny: well, b-man’s here to save me now so i’ll tell you all about it in a few hours

jason: are we going to bring up the fact that danny called bruce dad like 3 times?

dick: he did what

[gothamite-rambler]

Signal: Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru.

Riddler: What? Why did he say that? What did he do to me?!

Signal walks away smirking.

Riddler: Oh God, has my head exploded?

Batman: Would you be talking if it did?

Riddler: Oh... Right. Keep him away from me!

Batman: He was kidding, Edward.

Riddler: Nah, I learned Japanese, I know what that means!

Batman (chuckling): It means he's really into anime.

Signal (nodding): Itami o norikoete kudasai. Akirameru no wa motto tsuraidesu.

Batman: Signal did you just quote Vegeta?

Signal: Yeah, I like that one.

Riddler: I want to give him a riddle, but I like that show too. He can leave.

Signal: Yes! I'll be in the car.

Signal walks off as Robin (Damian) stands in his trap shocked.

Damian: That's it? He walks for being a weeb?!

Signal: Sucks don't it?

Damian groans, shaking the cage he's in.

[retrobr]

I'm pretty sure that sometimes Erik accidentally starts to levitate in his sleep and Charles gets jumpscared every time it happens because, well, a man floating under the ceiling in the middle of the night looks kinda creepy.

[scrunckled-idiot]

"do ya ever think that people... just hate you for who you are, lad?"

[nashdoesstuff]

Vou’s reference sheet!

ah, tumblr, destroyer of camera quality.

anyways, here’s the reference sheet for them!!

more info on them here

vou belongs to me shattered!dream belongs to galacii-gallery; dream by jokublog