#my dreams are dashed

[fierce-in-my-own-skin]

But alas ... VS does not make my size…

[shhtickerbook]

Lil Wonderbolt!

⚡️🌈☁️

dashie can’t wait to show off her awesome drawing! Maybe it’ll end up on the fridge if she’s lucky

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non paci vers under cut :)

[justcallme-ange]

Decided to warm up my comic drawing muscles with a short page. Dream’s version of “For you the world” Something, something - Dream gets reminded that he’s important.

Context is the Syndicate is doing some demo on Pandora and Dream got a little too close to the action.

[zoeyhorse]

Buttered Shy

[little-pup-pip]

hi hi!! i know you have a lot of requests rn, sorry ::Ɛ

but do you think you could make a masc rainbow dash moodboard? ages 7-9 and i want a kinda rebellious theme ::3 maybe some drums and roller skates if you can!! tysm in advance i can never find masc rainbow dash moodboards ::Ɛ

Definitely!!

[taxed-up-trotter]

sci fi yurilamb, why not

[waddei]

for @bugflies00 dtiys! i read sun moon crimeboys and i passed out inmediatly, woke up to this on the canvas

[bleekay]

dreamt i watched an atla sequel that gave us barely there zukka crumbs and my dash was nothing but screenshots and gifsets of like them side glancing at each other during some conversation with aang, in some fight sokka lost his sword and zuko tossed him one of his (the crowd went wild i am the crowd), and one scene where zuko put his hand on sokka’s shoulder and it stayed there for like 10 seconds and they smiled at each other, which was broken down frame by frame on tumblr. truly the most realistic dream i’ve had in a while

[sonknuxadow]

sonic music from the evil mirror dimension:

DIE and FORGET

NIGHTMARES of a PUNISHMENT

DEFEATABLE

it DOES matter

BUSY days (DYING in paradise)

FINITE

LIMITED possibility

[just-french-me-up]

dreamling 16 or 23 for the kiss prompts? 👀

23. "A kiss in relief" | Have some Prince!Dream / Knight!Hob as a treat because this concept tickles my brain divinely!

The battle was won.

Already the camp was filling up, some soldiers shedding their dirtied armours while others were being rushed to the healing tents. The chaos of battle clung to them still, brewing amongst them and would soon, no doubt, burst into the clamour of celebration. Regardless, all heads bowed as the prince exited the command post, guards following close behind.

Morpheus would celebrate with his men, as all good leaders must, in due time. He would be expected to give a speech, rousing words for those gathered under his command, and solemn ones for those who had fallen, but he could not focus on either now. He had to know first. He had to make sure.

A prince does not announce himself upon entry. It was with tight apprehension that he stepped into the Lord Commander's tent, his guards following suit. He braced himself for blood, gushing wounds and grunts of pain, but was met with a much more pleasant (and relieving) sight.

"My prince."

Hob would bow lower, Morpheus knew, but his movements were hindered by his squire, who was busy removing the various parts of his armour. A quick glance was enough to know the blood staining his shirt and skin was not his. Good. Morpheus suppressed a smile.

"Lord Commander."

Like the rest of his men, Hob looked spent, covered with the grime of the battlefield, his hair sticking to his forehead, but victorious nonetheless. He, too, ought to be with his men soon, share the glory together as brothers in arms. But not yet.

"We have much to discuss after today's victory," Morpheus said, before glancing back at his guards. "Leave us."

The soldiers stepped out without a word, although Morpheus knew they wouldn't stray far. Hob gave a quick nod to his squire to dismiss him, and as the boy left, they stood alone. Hob had not drawn another breath that Morpheus pulled him close, tasting the battle on his lips, blood, salt and dirt, and something else, something distinctly, comfortingly Hob's. Hob sighed into his mouth, hot breath tickling his cheek, bringing him closer still. By the time he let go, Morpheus had gone almost dizzy, holding on to a still armoured shoulder.

"Careful, I may get a taste for winning you battles," Hob smiled against his lips, "if this is the thanks I get."

"Are you hurt?"

"Bruised, at most. It will probably look worse than it feels."

Morpheus furrowed his brow, suspicious. Hob was hardly reliable when it came to pain. He would suffer agony and wave it off as nothing more than a scratch. Morpheus would have to wait for the whole armour to come off to see the extent of the damage.

"You know," he said as he started undoing the laces of Hob's vambrace. "Lord Commanders usually stay at the commanding post to oversee the battle."

"Well, I guess your Lord Commanders are usually pretty shit, then."

Morpheus shot him a disapproving look, the piece of metal falling on the floor with a dull "clank".

"I do not want you hurt."

"You should have made me Lord Jester then," Hob chuckled. "Master of the Drapes and Napkins. No chance for bruises there."

He cupped Morpheus' cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. He did like to jest, that one. Unfortunately his true talents lay in the sword, which inevitably placed him at the end of another. Perhaps that would be another reason to seek peace during his reign, Morpheus told himself. A selfish reason, but a motivating one nonetheless.

"I always come back to you, don't I?"

"Only because I order you to."

"And I wouldn't dream of disobeying my prince."

"Good."

Send me a kissing prompt?

[cellberry]

One of the funniest things that happened when I was first getting into the Dream SMP was hearing “c!Tommy sung to flowers to help them grow” and thinking aww that’s so wholesome 🥺🥺

and then I watched a clip of the scene in question and it was of him blaring Hallelujah off-key next to a patch of dirt

[084392]

guys, i just had the wildest dream....

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

Gothic Romance Dreamling AU (General Plot)

“Robert Gadling is a professional appraiser who’s being offered a job cataloguing the contents of an old, abandoned family estate.

The former owner Lord Morpheus Endelas, a infamously mercurial painter, went missing months after his only son’s death.

After formal investigation decides to classify Morpheus’s disappearance as a cold case, the remaining Endelas family hires an auctioning house to sell out their brother’s estate.

Through cataloguing the estate Robert begins to know Morpheus and to piece together the last months of his life, particularly the late man’s obsession with something called the “the ancient order of mysteries”.

What does this order have to do with Lord Endelas , late son Orpheus Endelas and Lord Endelas own disappearance?

More importantly why can’t Robert stop having dreams about this man he’s never met before?”

[clairedaring]

RYU INGKARAT as AI

I SAW YOU IN MY DREAM (2024) | 1.01

[flutterpieprincess]

rainbow dash manga icons!! ☁️🌈⚡️

[prettyboykatsuki]

something something riding a sex toy on your couch or bed and oliver physically picking you up and sliding you down on his cock with zero hesitation. you squeal and gasp and he just laughs. doesn’t matter that he’s standing, just tells you to hold on