#otp: my new dream

[mythicalgeek]

We dont talk enough about the cultural impact these two had on our taste in romance and just how well writhing there love story is.

💜☀️🦎🎨👑🌿

[riddlerosehearts]

💜 And at last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light, and it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different, now that I see you.

[lethiepie]

Married couple things

[queen-scribbles]

"When we're together, what does it feel like?" "It feels like freedom. Impossible, indescribable freedom." ---

Losing my mind over this incredibly soft VikkArue art from @valkblue brb🥰😍🦋

[antiquepearlss]

The majority of the TTS fandom seems to be a bit Varian-centric, at least that’s what mostly shows up on my feed. And I’m fine with that, he’s one of my favorite characters, I love to see it. But, can you guys recommend me some Eugene and/or Rapunzel or New Dream centric blogs? Preferably still active. I love Eugene, he’s also my favorite character and I love Punzie, and I feel like I don’t get to see them as much.

[kittenchrissy]

I had to do it

Christian in this outfit deserves Dino's huge attention🥰

[kazoosandfannypacks]

🍂 Fall Drabble Prompts

on top of all the other projects I'm working on, I thought it'd be fun to open my ask box to some fall drabble requests. Send me one of the following numbers and one of the tagged ships, and I'll write you a drabble! 🍂🥧🍄

pumpkin carving

apple picking

snuggle weather

fireplace

spiced apple cider

boo!

raking leaves

warm soup

corn maze

pumpkin spice

scary movies

wagon rides

costume party

spooky stories

candy corn

thanksgiving

fall carnival

sunflower fields

crisp autumn air

"isn't that my flannel?"

Feel free to reblog for future reference, or reblog and tag a few ships you'll write for if you'd like people to send you requests!

🌻 kazzy's fall drawing challenge🌾

[nightklok]

I think it’s just so odd how you spent almost 4-5 years so deep in a fandom and then randomly you wake up and go ‘hey I don’t like this anymore’ and your perspective slowly shifts to something negative, you can’t really do anything about it and even though you are causal in new fandoms, the idea of starting over completely is daunting.

So then you just become me and decide to focus on only 2-3 characters that are basically your OCs now

[hopeagainsthope97]

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO

[twisting-echo]

Alright, Serpanade-Toons introduced me to this ship on Instagram, and I fell in love with their dynamic. Lenny and Meena are both so sweet, shy, and cute. I decided to make an edit of them, and honestly, I made this edit a long time ago and forgot to post it.

This ship was created by MagicalMarissa.

🚫 IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SHIP, PLEASE DON’T COMMENT 🚫

🚫 PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY EDITS 🚫

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

…clearly I have a type when choosing OTPs…or when they choose me.

[oneirataxia-girl]

mirage & five for the ship meme thingy pls!!

firage how does it feel to be the most popular ship of mine? *cut to Five and Mirage looking vaguely confused* (they haven’t even confessed in my drafts)(cowards)(alvita write their confession scene challenge)

t’was A Challenge to pick out three of their songs, here have their playlist as a bonus (and also bc their playlist is the one I’m most proud of)

@carmens-garden here it is!!

[freetheworms]

last night i had a dream that an old black converse shoe and a gorilla/bigfoot cross that lived under a table on my porch were in a very healthy happy relationship and then the fucking shoe DIED

[loupy-mongoose]

I did it. I actually did it.

I managed to do something for the Lindens for today.

My fixation is still resisting drawing them long-term, but I thought I'd try to get these out for today. (Did them all last night--A little last-minute, lol)

And because I didn't do anything new for Nico and Jovie and this art is pretty, I'll throw this in here too.

And of course I'm not leaving my current fixation out.

I also did one of these for Jamie... and her husband~

(There are some Jamie spoilers ahead, if you want to avoid that, but I can't not share these, and some of my thoughts on them.)

These two were my first OTP; I would draw them cuddling so much growing up. I started telling their story on DA many years ago, and was so bummed every time I doodled them being loving to each other and couldn't share it.

Now, although I'm bypassing their story to do it, I'm living out that old dream.

Not for the first time I say, young me would be so happy to see where she's come~

[elryuse]

Yandere snsd otp 9 please there obsessed with there adopted little brother reader

MY STEPSISTER IS OBSESSED WITH ME

Yandere SNSD OT9 X Male Reader

The plane touched down in Incheon, a cold wave of dread washing over me. My parents, the people I trusted most, had ripped the rug from under my feet. They'd sold me, their own son, to a rich family in Korea. Betrayal gnawed at me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

A man in a chauffeur's uniform held a placard with my new name, a Korean name I didn't recognize. He led me to a sleek black car, and the entire ride was a blur of towering skyscrapers and neon signs spewing unfamiliar words. Finally, the car pulled up to a colossal mansion that looked more like a palace.

My jaw dropped as I stepped out. A maid bowed, ushering me inside. There, I found them. Nine girls, impossibly beautiful, clad in luxurious clothes, faces a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"This is our new… brother," the one with the fiercest eyes announced, her voice dripping with ice. Jessica, they'd introduced her later, with a coldness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Yoona," a girl with doe-like eyes scolded softly. "Be nice." Sooyoung, her name tag read. The only one who seemed to show a shred of genuine warmth.

The first few weeks were a blur of isolation and silent judgment. I became a ghost, flitting through the edges of their seemingly perfect lives, cleaning their mess, fetching things, and basically acting like their servant. They treated me with indifference, their conversations laced with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

One rainy night, as I drove them back from a late-night practice, a reckless driver ran a red light. The car swerved, tires screeching. The world became a chaotic blur before everything went dark.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body a map of aches and pains. But the pain was a mere whisper compared to the sight that greeted me. Nine worried faces surrounded my bed, concern etching lines on their flawless faces.

"Y/n! You're awake!" the one with the soft voice, Yoona, cried, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Tiffany, a girl with bright eyes and a seemingly warm smile, held my hand tightly. "You scared the living shit out of us. Don't you ever do that again."

The others, the girls who used to ignore me, surrounded me with a flurry of questions and frantic care. It was overwhelming, this sudden shift in their behavior. Yet, a part of me felt...warm. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and my stay at the hospital became an unexpected haven. They showered me with affection, bringing me my favorite takeout, singing me silly songs in butchered Korean to cheer me up, and even reading me Korean bedtime stories – their attempts hilariously endearing.

As I recovered, I learned more about them, about SNSD, their dream, their struggles. Their ambition, once cold and distant, became something I admired. I found myself drawn to their passion, their love for music, and most unsettlingly, to them.

One afternoon, while they were recording, I sat in their practice room, captivated by the raw emotions they poured into their song. As the last note faded, a heavy silence descended. Then, Yoona spoke, her voice trembling.

"Y/n, W-we…" she began, then stopped, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were terrible sisters. We took you for granted."

Taeyeon, the fierce leader, stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You became our family, Y/n. And we scared you away. We… we can't lose you again."

Her words unraveled something within me. I realized I wasn't just drawn to their world; I was trapped. Their love, once suffocating, was now a possessive cage woven from concern and affection.

I looked at their faces, each beautiful in its own way, and a horrifying truth dawned on me. They were obsessed. Not with me as a brother, but as something… more. A possession to be cherished, protected, and never let go of. The warmth I felt earlier turned icy cold, a knot of fear tightening in my stomach.

They were my family, my saviors, but also my captors. A twisted family bound by a love that had crossed the line, and I, Y/n, the unwanted son, was now their prisoner in a gilded cage.

The following days solidified my fear. My room was adorned with SNSD posters, their schedules plastered across my desk like religious icons. My phone was replaced with one monitored by Sooyoung, under the guise of 'keeping me safe.' Sunny, the bubbly one, would burst into tears if I mentioned leaving for a walk. Hyoyeon, the dance machine, started following me everywhere, a silent, watchful shadow.

At night, the nightmares began. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, the scent of lilies – their favorite flower – thick in the air. A single lily would be placed on my nightstand, a silent promise of their obsessive love.

One evening, I managed to sneak my old phone out of my bag. With trembling fingers, I dialed a random international number. A voice, rough with sleep, answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Dad? It's me Y/n." Relief flooded me, a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of despair.

But before I could speak further, the door creaked open. Taeyeon stood there, her face a mask of fury. The phone clattered to the floor, the sound of my shattered hope echoing in the silence.

"Who were you talking to?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "M-my parents. I just wanted to…"

"You don't need anyone else," Tiffany cut in, her eyes blazing with a possessive glint. "You have us."

They surrounded me, a suffocating wall of beautiful faces. Yoona, ever the gentle one, held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"This will help you sleep, Y/n. No more bad dreams."

Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for the door, but Jessica was already there, her grip like iron. A struggle ensued, a pathetic fight against nine determined women. In the end, they subdued me, the syringe finding its mark on my arm.

The world dissolved into a hazy blur. As darkness claimed me, I heard their voices, a chilling chorus that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You're safe now. You'll never leave us again."

I woke up strapped to a bed, the sterile white room a stark contrast to the opulent prison I called home. An IV dripped into my arm, a constant reminder of my captivity.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the air. Despair washed over me, a cold, suffocating wave. There was no escape. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a plaything for nine beautiful, deranged women who called themselves my sisters. The once-distant dream of freedom now felt like a cruel joke. My new reality was a life sentence of love, a love so twisted it could only be called obsession.

To Be Continued

[kazoosandfannypacks]

💿✍️ SPOTIFY WRAPPED DRABBLE ROULETTE! 🎶

Send me a number from 1-100 and one of the ships tagged below, and I'll write a drabble for that ship based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped playlist!

all writers are welcome to reblog this and tag their favorite ships to show they are open for requests from this game! if you're a writer and don't have spotify, you can use a different playlist!