#not a jab at the other post by tortoise who is one of my most beloved kimchay writers and whose opinion i respect very much

[guzhufuren]

why i dearly adore the headcanon of vegaspete being into petplay and sadomasochism

— Pete seems so interested (aroused even) when he sees Vegas inflict violence on people. or on him. which Vegas easily picked up "But you like it, don't you? When I am like this." "Every time I get moody your eyes tell me that you like it".

— "I know exactly what I want. How about you , Pete? How do you like it?" "At first I thought I was a freak. Until now." can absolutely be interpreted differently but for me it's Vegas talking about himself being a dom and a sadist, then Pete verbally accepting and welcoming this side of him ("You just have to accept and be true to who you are.")

— i am quite sure that Vegas and Pete will be able to work out their issues/shared history together and let themselves explore really cool freaky stuff

— bts of the leash photoshoot, bdsm gear in Vegas' room (which in my personal opinion was not frequently used, or maybe even never used before Pete appeared in Vegas' life), lots of material in the show that on one hand can be read as "Pete is not a pet", but also can be "post canon Pete can enjoy being a pet but only when he himself chooses to be one and to give the reins of control to Vegas"

— it's so much fun!!

[sundancingdragon]

OK, ladys and gents, this is an excerpt of a story I am currently writing. The working title is ‘The Twin’ until I come up with something better. This work was inspired by the roommate au of @valc0 and the art of @xenteaart and many more wonderful people who already provided to the roleswap au of Doctor Who. The full work will be posted on ao3 under my writer name DawnThorn later. And of course not to forget @krikkiter68 who has the patience of a saint and is the most amazing beta reader anyone can wish for. Thank you everyone!

The Twin

It was a quiet morning in the housing area and Nine was stirring his tea, enjoying the silence of the morning and the rowdy bunch of his tenants not fracking havoc on his house or his nerves.

The only encounter he had was with Thirteen who had been on her way to her workshop he had allowed her to open in the house. It paid off for him to have his own mechanic and he was more lenient with her, then with the other 3...

“SOD OFF BEFORE I FORGET MY GOOD MANNERS AND TEAR YOU A NEW ONE!” So much for the quiet and silent morning. What was unusual was the hatred and volume Thirteen was able to scream at the top of her lungs. He had never heard her before so angry or full of hatred. It was new from the normally bubbly and happy go lucky beacon.

Better look after her before he had to call the ambulance or the police or both.

*

“You still got a strong voice on you, little one.” The new voice speaking was similar to Thirteen and yet very different, a tad bit richer, darker and with a sultry drawl to it. From the gathered crowd of his tenants as well as Missy and the other sometimes good for nothing fellows that had the nasty habit of hanging around the place.

They made room for him without a word, no one daring to say anything. He stopped dead in his tracks upon the sight that greeted him. He was very sure, that he hadn’t had a drink this morning or yesterday or the day before yesterday. But here he was seeing a double Thirteen. One was dressed in her usual mechanic working garb, holding a wrench as long and thick as her arm and opposite her was a far more evil looking Thirteen, dressed in black pants, a red button up shirt, a black vest with gold embroidery and a walking stick with a falcon head handle.

"Don't you little one me!" It was news to them all that their little, precious Thirteen could be so angry and full of rage.

"I still hate your fucking guts!" Swear words were also news to them.

"Oh, please. You are still angry at me because of that one special dinner I served you?" Evil Thirteen grinned madly.

"YOU SERVED ME MY PET TORTOISE AS MY 10TH BIRTHDAY DINNER!" That explained the hatred coming off in waves of the little mechanic.

Ice cold eyes fixed the bystanders with a threatening glare. "You lot better keep your noses and your opinions out of this. Because this is family business." With another angry yell Thirteen attacked her evil twin. "We are not family anymore!" Tears of anguish streamed down reddened cheeks, pure hatred glowing inside of normally gentle eyes. A maniac laugh left blood red lips, when she blocked the oncoming attack of her little sister with her cane. “Glad that some things never change. You are still predictable.” Fending off Thirteen was fun in a way. She blocked every oncoming attack that was fuelled by so much rage.

Finally, when she had had enough fun, she sidestepped the next attack aiming for the solar plexus and placed an exact jab with the head of her cane to this point. She brought her sister down to her knees gasping for air and new tears coming to the little one’s eyes, this time created by pain.

[monsterparty1989]

big ol dream post; many dreams from multiple diff (out of order) dates

(sorry if the readmore doesnt work on mobile)

i drew a couple of pics for some of these dreams but not all of them. the ones that don’t have drawings will have some fairly-accurate images accompanying them

dream 1 - date unknown

i had a dream that i went into a local restaurant with my mom, dad, and brother. the restaurant in real life is very small, and it started that way in the dream-- however, as time went on the restaurant's floors and ceilings began to stretch out far. i had gotten up to go use the restroom, and when i came out the restaurant had grown so much that i got lost. as i was wandering around, i noticed some of the guests had begun to distort or just straight up turn into animals or monsters.  there was a child who was following me around, and when i told him to please leave me alone, he held up a large kitchen knife and started chasing me-- eventually i get away, but when i see him in the distance, he looks like this;

(idk why i drew him twice)

he stalked me through the rest of the dream, but i dont think i really encountered him again face to face, i just saw him walking around. 

anyway, as i kept trying to find my way back to my table, the restaurant began to fizzle and dissolve away as more and more guests turned into monsters/animals/at this point just vanishing.  eventually the walls and floors were gone completely, leaving a vast pitch black void. the restaurant’s decorations remained floating there however, such as the tables and chairs + lighting fixtures, but things like paintings distorted as well, into bright vivid alien looking creatures whose eyes would follow you. also, to avoid falling, i’d decided to float around on a hollow galapagos tortoise shell. 

i’m not entirely sure what happens after this point. i remember looking for something other than my table but i don’t know what it was. i think in the end i fell down into the void and woke up. 

dream 2 - 9/20/16

in this dream i’m babysitting a small child, and he tells me of a place that only other little kids can go. a place that adults can’t even see. however at the time of the dream i was 17 so i was still “technically” a kid, so i was able to see it. he leads me there, to one of the most frightening locations i’ve been to in a dream. 

it looks like a garage, placed on a busy street corner. adults pass by and dont even glance at it, but there are children my age and younger, even so young as about 7 years old hanging around it.

  the garage itself is very old and dirty looking even on the outside, the walls are painted with the 3 primary colors, but they are cracked and chipped, but also not somehow faded. the inside is fairly small, maybe about 15x15 feet.  the walls are dingy plain white, with dirt smeared all over them. the floor is hard concrete, as dirty and stained as the walls are. however, near the far right corner of the garage, the dirt seems to accumulated a lot. on the far right corner in the floor there is a metal chute, just large enough for a child to fit into. its rusted and there are clearly dried blood stains all over the inside and around the entrance. 

as i’m peering down the chute a child of about 12 walks up to me and says that all the cool kids hang out around here-- and the even cooler kids aren’t scared to jump down the chute.  i say to him, if he’s so cool then why doesn’t he jump in? he pushes me back and climbs inside, falling into the long dark hole.  i hear metal clanging as he hits the sides of the metal grate, yelps of pain as skin scrapes on the walls. eventually, it’s quiet.

the children gathered around outside are staring in, staring at the grate, hypnotized. the child i’m babysitting seems to mindlessly follow after the older boy and climbs into the grate. i panic and grab his arm as he falls down into the grate and i get pulled down into it too. everything goes dark for a moment, before i open my eyes. i’m in a dimly lit purple room, and the floor is soggy with blood.

there are no bodies around me that i can see, however in front of me is one of the weirdest dream monsters i’ve had. it’s human.. kind-of. its in some sort of motorized wheelchair that is melded to its body, and it can only move at an extremely slow pace. it has a bulbous and greasy neck, with beady insect eyes still the size and shape of human eyes, just bugging out of its head. it’s slack-jawed, with gnarled rotten human teeth. it didn’t ever move or talk or anything. on the arm of the “wheelchair” there’s a very strange device i couldn’t figure out what was.

i’m trying to stand up but i’m injured from my fall. i realize that this creature is very very slowly moving towards me. i have nowhere to run, the room is only about as big as the garage was, and my injuries are making it hard to move. i try to stay away from this thing but it ever so slowly keeps chase. eventually, i get tired and collapse.  i then discover that the device on the arm of its chair was made to grind parts of your body up individually while keeping you alive and completely conscious. 

typing it out and reading it is not as scary as it was experiencing it. i was shivering when i woke up. 

dream 3 - 9/27/16

this ones not particularly scary i just like the “monster” in it in this dream i felt an itchy sting on my leg, and when i inspected it there was  a giant blood clot sticking out of my skin. i tell my mom and i’m rushed to a doctor’s office, and in that office all of the patients are all different monsters; none malicious however, just there for their checkups i guess? they had heads like detailed halloween masks, they were very cool looking anyway i get called into the Doctor Room, where the doctor is standing in the corner, facing away, and when the door closes he turns around and says in a very cartoonish voice: “what seEEEeEEEEeeeeEEEms to be the PrOOOoooOOBLEM!!” and dream me is like. well. this is a good doctor obviously.  he’s in surgeons scrubs and wearing a cartoon wolf halloween mask, like this:

i try to play along and i say “well doc, i’ve got some bad news...” and trailing off saying “i’ve got a huge blood clot on my leg.”

he sits me down in an examination chair thats super low to the ground and really small, leans me back and straps me in. he pulls out a “syringe” which is really a small red plastic water gun with a needle poking out the end of it. he holds it above the blood clot and i say “w-wait! is this gonna hurt..?”.. i can see his eyes through the holes in the mask and he looks infuriated. he dips his hand into some sort of numbing gel and slathers it onto the clot, but then starts rubbing it over my entire leg. he tells me to shut up, and then pulls the water gun’s trigger over the clot, which jabs the needle inside of it, then out. a hole is left where the needle was and blood begins pouring out. “did it work?” i say as i slowly start to pass out. my vision got redder and blurrier as i saw the wolf doctor and my mom standing above me, staring. 

there’s more to this dream but i really just wanted to talk about cartoon wolf doctor, ok

dream 4 - date unknown

for some reason i’m living in my childhood bedroom again and it’s become infested with bugs. they’re extremely large and have no legs, they’re like maggots with chitin. with 3 body sections, beady roach eyes, gigantic ant wings, pale yellow flesh, and a set of blood red mandibles about an inch in length or longer. the ones i found were jabbed into my mattress and were stuck there, writhing and wiggling trying to escape. they were hard to get rid of, because they kept trying to jab into our skin. 

thats all the ones i wanna write for now. thanks