Happy womb escape anniversary @cakesmelons !! Your getting old !! Anyways I dunno if this is a great bday present I just associate u with Dreamtale so that's what you get anyways I think I signed a contract with the devil one way or another because I am. Dying. And have been dying through the process of creating this. Anyways hope ur having an incredible day !! I am now to go to bed
Oh and the bonus; me taking you to some timeline where nightmare kills dream<3
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*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*
Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.
You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah
I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender
…..I made the moodboard….
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Ghost and Soap have one kid. They did not particularly want a kid, it was through a very bizarre series of events they wound up with one. But my God do they adore the fuck out of their little princess. You bet your ass Ghost is having tea parties with her when she's little. Soap dresses as the princely compliment to her princess every Halloween.
The issue is that Price and Gaz have 5 kids, all boys (they thought they had 4 boys a girl, but their eldest corrected them pretty early on), all rough and tumble. And yeah the MacTavish's know that they shouldn't be so reluctant to have the kids spend time together, but their little girl is shy and sweet and they don't want her getting trampled by this bunch of wildlings.
Anyway, I can just see a whole childhood full of antics because the parents are competitive and think their kid(s) is better than the other families' kid(s). And then when they start getting older a blind panic happening with the adults because uh oh is anyone else starting to get the sense that all of the Price kids might have a sort of thing for the MacTavish kid? Soap and Ghost cannot possibly have that, their little sweet baby angel will actually never be getting a romantic interest thank you very much she will stay at home with her dads forever. For Price and Gaz they just don't want to be in-laws because they occasionally have intimate relations with Ghost and Soap and they think it would make it weird :')
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aidan is so silly because what is he wearing
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Happy epilogue Neon Void getting a big fluffy friend 🥺
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THEY ARE SO CUTE WAAAAAAAAA!!!??!?!!! aksjdkajs thank you so much??? THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭🩵💕💞‼️
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idk if ill ever finish/polish this so here ya go. anyway helloooo Howdy/Barnaby nation, im joining your ranks full speed
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"The truth can be complicated."
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HE'S BACK CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! Excuse me while I binge S3 over and over again and savour every single second of his scenes...I cannot believe it's time....I am so ecstatic I'm gonna combust....
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illuminated manuscripts
>>> part five of the cottagecore verse
Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless || G || 4k || Complete
Alternate Universe - Medieval, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Old Married Couple
The thing is, Hob can read.
Mostly.
Sort of
Hob enjoys nearly a month of gratis storytelling before he's caught staring a little too intently at the page Dream is reading from—he'd been looking at the pictures thank you—when Dream suddenly pauses just as Culhwch is about to ask Ysbaddaden for his blessing and turns his glittering eyes to Hob.
“And?” Hob asks, impatient. “What does he say?”
“You are reading,” Dream accuses.
…Shit.
“Well that seems like a strange way for Culhwch to propose marriage?” Hob says weakly.
Dream's eyes narrow. “You told me you could not.”
“I can't.”
“You can.”
“I really can't,” Hob insists, and he can feel himself starting to flush. “I mean. Not like this, not like. Just what my dad taught me, which is—which is a lot for people like us, you know, and it gets the job done, but I can't. I can't read like you.”
And Hob had not known Dream long enough, at that point, to recognize the rush of starlight into his eyes that would have given him some warning for what he was about to suggest next, and indeed, the futility of protesting against it.
“I,” Dream says, his whole face aglow, “will teach you.”
Read on AO3
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WE’RE BACK IN THE FUCKING TRENCHES AGAIN
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big uuuuh dewlap springtrap be like
wait in fact ill doodle this
[sweats] ahhaha!! yes sir !!!
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What’s your go to Luo Binghe character design? Curly hair, brown eyes, tall, horns, straight hair, red eyes, claws? I’m curious, just *how* demon is he?
generally i picture him like the english/russian edition designs (aka, the fanon binghe with curly/fluffy hair) but the other details i pick and choose depending on setting or AU, tbh.
i like the idea that his eyes are a warm brown that glints red in different lighting or when he's worked up or using his demon powers, and i'm a BIG fan of giving him large, curling ram's horns along with pointed ears and little fangs and claws - but they aren't details that i default to imagining him with.
mostly because i think that if binghe did possess more physically demonic features, it would be a whole Thing he'd have to work through (i.e. "my REAL appearance is so clearly demonic, maybe it would remind shizun why he threw me away, etc etc"). after all, his own plan to be re-accepted by sqq was to blend in to huan hua and "prove" that he was a righteous cultivator that could live among humans - so naturally more visible demonic features would be something that he'd also want to repress, perhaps even in extreme ways if illusions couldn't cover it.
that isn't something that i always want to make space for in my own AUs, though, so i tend to only indulge in more demonic looking bingys when either a) i know i'll already be in the same wheelhouse as binghe's insecurities around his heritage or b) it's an AU that's so divorced from canon that the insecurities may not exist at all.
i will admit to having a history of commissioning art that specifically calls out more demonic features, though - especially some big curving ram's horns 😌
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I’m MAD because we never get to see HOW VLADCARD AND INTEGRA MEEEETTT like OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU’RE TELLING ME DRAC THE OG GOT ON HIS DAMN KNEES FOR A WOMAN, CALLED HER MY LADY WHILE THE WORLD FELL APART???? AND WE NEVER GOT TO SEE THEM ACTUALLY MEETING?? I’m done
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Hi! Are you still doing the ficlets? If not disregard this.
“not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.” for taynick or firstprince (whichever tickles your fancy). Thanks!
Hi anon! Yes I'm still doing them, sorry I didn't get this done last night but I was a little sleepy. Going for taynick on this one because it's what popped out to me. I've kind of ~explored~ this before but idk I'm feeling soft nick and tay right now and I just know based on interviews that Nick is self conscious and I think taylor would comfort him. idk i hope no one crucifies me for this one lol. enjoy!
Taylor comes home from a workout covered in sweat, as always, and reaches for a protein shake in the fridge. "Nick?" he calls, "are you here?" Sometimes Nick goes to the market or to get a coffee while he's doing a workout, or does a workout of his own. "I'm gonna make breakfast, what do you want?"
"I'm fine," Nick's voice drifts in from the other room, but it's thin and tiny and Taylor can tell right away that he's not fine. He finishes his shake and then goes to find him. Nick's sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, his eyes trained on the small screen, his knees drawn to his chest.
"Hey. What do you want for breakfast?"
"I said I'm fine," Nick mumbles as he keeps scrolling.
Taylor nods slowly and walks around the back of the couch to spy over his shoulder. Nick closes out the app as quickly as he can, but not before Taylor sees that he's looking at photos from a recent Fendi shoot.
"Ah, didn't know you were busy checking out how good you look, my apologies," Taylor says teasingly, dropping a kiss on top of Nick's now-garishly blonde hair. They both hate it, but it's for the sheep movie, so he has to.
"I look awful," Nick says, pulling the photos back up and shoving the phone in Taylor's direction. Taylor scrolls through them for a moment.
"Babe, we've been over this. They put you in the worst outfits imaginable. It's not your fault."
"Not the clothes, Taylor, me," Nick says despondently, and Taylor looks down at him. He looks truly miserable. "I'm all...squishy."
"Hey," Taylor says, coming around and sitting next to him on the couch. "You look incredible, terrible clothes and all. Squishy and all."
Nick looks down. "Easy for you to say."
Taylor sighs. They aren't going to solve this in one day. Nick's had body image issues his entire life, or so he's told Taylor, and one affirmative statement from his boyfriend isn't going to fix it. He reaches out and tugs Nick close until he's sitting in his lap, wraps his long arms around him and cuddles him tightly.
"Not that I think cuddling will fix everything, but I'm pretty sure it can't make things worse," Taylor says, kissing Nick's temple. Nick sighs in contented defeat.
"You're right about that, I suppose," Nick says, and closes his eyes, trying to shove his insecurities from his mind. For now, he has this, and for now, it's enough.
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