#so i couldn't dream of this

[beautifulpiquerisms]

Let's all pretend that this actually looks like a real youtube thumbnail

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Normal boy spotted.

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ena!

[frenchublog]

ily

[mr-minecraft]

how the hell

I love writing and drawing on pancakes!!

Btw obligatory cooper doodle on the pancake lmao

[little-pup-pip]

Could you do a water themed moodboard? Like aquariums and waterfuls/ water toys, no paci? Thanks!

Yes!!

[wouldntbehim]

mix: firstprince (taylor's version)

[demaparbat-hp]

The Painted Lady turned around slowly, deliberately, and stared right through each ghost present in the room. Then, she raised her hands in a graceful arc, pointed loosely at the ceiling, and chanted, “Well, off you go.” She made a shoo, go away gesture, the spirits disappeared, and—wait. The spirits disappeared.

Izumi comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VI: Dream of You. Zuko has a mild panic attack and her upbeat attitude does not help him (or does it?).

Just what is she up to? And what is the meaning behind the blue eyes from Zuko's dream?

[saltpepperbeard]

y’all. what if

what if we get a dream sequence where ed is longing for what could have happened, what should have happened. like, we see the same few beats of him on the dock, calling out for stede and looking increasingly concerned. but then the brush behind him rustles, and stede actually stumbles out into view.

and ed’s face breaks out into the most relieved, beautiful smile, and there’s this very dreamy sequence of them breathing each other’s names and running to each other. they of course hug each other tightly, maybe even kiss, before ed murmurs something like, “was worried for a second. thought i’d lost you.”

only for stede to go “oh, no. you’ll never ever lose me.”

...and then ed wakes up in the gutted darkness of the captain’s quarters. alone.

[introspectivememories]

the funniest possible thing that could happen is if mercedes keeps hiring childhood best friends for their team and everybody's holding their breath waiting for them to tear each other apart like brocedes except it doesn't happen bc everyone else is normal about each other and brocedes is just that fucked up that they would've torn each other apart even if they were on different teams

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September 2020 ✧ June 2024

[gothpossums]

nature, I guess

[skumhuu]

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Promptober 27. Nightmares

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (2k)

Tags: Nightmares, Hurt & Comfort, Smut, Porn with plot, Established Relationship, Bondage, Sub!Carmy, Oral (M Receiving), P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

You walked inside the kitchen of The Bear. The lights were on but it was empty, an eerie silence bouncing back from every surface. You tried the door to the office but it was locked.

"Carmy?" you called, growing more nervous by the minute. "Carm?" you said a little louder.

There was a loud bang coming from inside the walk-in fridge. Your heart started beating fast.

Gathering courage, you walked to the door of the walk-in and knocked twice, gently.

"Carmy?"

You were met with another loud bang, so strong that it made the floor tremble underneath you.

Your common sense told you to leave but some part of you was terrified that whatever was inside could hurt Carmy. You took a deep breath and opened it.

It was darker and much bigger than you remembered. The light from the kitchen let you see a figure hunched over, recoiling from someone or something. You recognized the pristine, white t-shirt and dirty blond hair.

"Carmy, you okay?"

You walked towards him, kneeling by his side, the door shutting behind you.

"Get out," he said, his voice icy.

"Baby, come on, let's talk outside," you said gently.

When Carmy turned towards you, he looked changed - long canine teeth and a feral snarl deforming his face.

"I said get the fuck out!" he screamed at you.

You stood up and took a few steps back, trembling - you didn't know if it was because of the cold, your fear or both. You turned, running to the door but the fridge had become a never-ending hallway and you couldn't reach the exit. You glanced back. Where Carmy had been kneeling now sat a bear, growling, its blue eyes fixed on you.

"Oh, God," you were running out of air and the door wasn't any closer.

You could hear heavy steps behind you, getting faster and closer, the wet breathing of a beast on the nape of your neck.

You reached the door but it was too late. It grabbed you by the back of your shirt. You screamed, trying and failing to get away. Paws were replaced with hands that pulled your hair and pushed you against the metal door. You winced in pain, managing to turn around. It was Carmy again - he and the bear were one and the same, both consumed by rage, foaming at the mouth.

"I told you to get out," he said flatly before slamming you with his paw.

You woke up with a start, breathing hard and shaking.

It was a nightmare, only a nightmare, you repeated over and over. You were alone in your bed. Carmy was probably still at the restaurant and wouldn't come over until tomorrow night.

It was a nightmare.

You thought of calling him but the idea made your stomach churn and your breaths shallow. You weren't scared of him, you were scared of the creature in your dream but the line of separation felt blurry in the dark of the night and half awake. 

It was a nightmare, only a nightmare.

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"Missed you, baby," Carmy said, putting his arms around you when he met you the following night.

You didn't mean to but you flinched when he touched you.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyebrows arched with worry.

"It's so dumb," you said, covering your face.

"I wanna know," he insisted.

So you told him about your dream, about how scared you were and how some of that fear stayed with you even now when you were awake.

"Fuck," Carmy rubbed the back of his neck. "They told you about when I got trapped inside the walk in, huh?"

"Richie really can paint pictures with words," you said dryly. "It was weeks ago, though. I guess it got mixed up with stress from work or something."

He searched for your gaze, his eyes pleading. "I'd never lay my hands on you."

"I know, Carm," you reached for his hand and rubbed his knuckles gently. "I'm just- I know it wasn't real but it felt like it. Dunno. I need to shake it off. Don't know how though," you shook your head in frustration. "Like, this is nice," you gestured at your joint hands. "It reminds me that this is real, that you're real and I can trust you."

Carmy studied you in the lowlight of the living room.

"It freaks you out when I touch you but it's all good if you reach out?"

You nodded.

"Of all the crazy ideas you've had-" you looked at Carmy, tied up to the bed, half naked and beautiful, "I think this is my favorite."

"I think I have an idea," he said.

"Desperate times," he chuckled nervously.

"I mean, there are more pressing issues in the world than my silly, little nightmare," you reasoned, sitting by his side.

"Don't think I could sleep if I knew you were scared of me touching you," he confessed softly, something vulnerable in his voice.

"It's not- I was scared of the thing in my dream, not you, Carm."

"I know, I know," he replied. "But it was freaking you out. This way you can just touch me until you feel safe again. Well, if this whole thing works."

You nodded. "I'll let you know."

You leaned over and cupped his face, tenderly, caressing the lines of his nose and his mouth. He had his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, it made you melt inside.

"Thank you for trusting me to do this," you said softly.

"Mhmm," he smiled.

You traced lines between the freckles of his neck and chest with your fingernail, imagining constellations, leaving goosebumps behind. Carmy shivered.

"Tickles," he whispered.

"Sorry."

You exhaled, touching the lines of muscle up his arms, his wrists tied up with two scarves. You carded your fingers gently through the hair on his chest and arms. You saw the tattoos you now knew by heart, really saw them, the pieces that had blurred with time. You kissed the white, translucent lines of scars you found along the way.

Every few inches you found softness and flaws, things that made him definitely human and not some cursed, bloodthirsty monster - this was Carmy, your Carmy.

You leaned over to kiss him, slow, tender.

"Feeling better?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," you nuzzled against his cheek, curling your body around his. He was warm.

"We can sleep like this if you want," he offered. And he meant it, you knew. Even if he would probably wake with his arms numb and sore at the same time.

You shook your head, the tip of your nose tickling his face. "I think I'm good, Carm," you said honestly.

"You sure?"

"Positive," you leaned on his chest to look into his eyes properly. "I would like to try something before untying you, though."

"Okay, what is it?" he arched his eyebrows with curiosity.

You blushed. "Are you going to make me say it?"

"Oh!"

"Yeah..."

"Really?" he frowned, a smirk curling his lips.

"You look really nice tied up," you shrugged. "Would you be into that?"

His skin warmed up under your touch. "Baby, I was the one that suggested this."

"Yes. But it wasn't for sex," you bit your lip, slightly embarrassed.

He smiled warmly. "Come here," he beckoned you to kiss him - his tongue eager to meet yours. "You can do anything you want to me."

"Fuck," you whimpered against his lips.

It was a blur, desire taking over and before you knew it you were straddling Carmy's legs, unbuttoning his jeans and taking his cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, the muscles of his torso straining as your tongue swirled up and down the length of him. You could feel him harden inside your mouth. The view upward was downright sinful, neck arched and veins bulging, his chest rising as he tried to breathe normally.

You let go for a moment, your hand pumping his cock.

"You were so good to me tonight, Carm," you praised. He keened in response and the sound went directly to your pussy, tickling you deliciously. "So patient, so sweet."

"Love you," he panted. "Love you so much. Want you- fuck- want you to feel safe with me."

"I do," you said softly. "I feel safe with you."

You kissed his hips, mouthing down his trail of hair, the flat of your tongue tracing the vein on his cock as you took him again, the salty taste of precum hitting your tongue.

"Fuuuck," he moaned low as you started to bob your head up and down. His arms were taut, fighting against his restraints for the first time. "Wait, fuck, baby, wait a second..."

You stopped and sat up, saliva and precum falling down the corner of your mouth.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm okay," Carmy said, smiling in that relaxed and blissful way he only allowed when he was fucking you. "I'm okay."

"Oh, good," you let out an exhale of relief, your voice sweet. Your hand went back to holding his cock idly, just caressing. "What do you need, baby?"

"Want to be inside you," he said simply. "Please."

You smiled. "Of course."

Just as quickly as before, blind with lust, you started rummaging for condoms and lining up his cock with your pussy.

"Eyes on me," he cooed and you obliged.

There was nothing quite like looking at his dilated pupils as you took him completely. This time he closed his eyes first though, overwhelmed with pleasure as you sank on his cock. He groaned, his hands holding tight to the bedframe, knuckles white.

"Good?" you teased when he finally opened his eyes.

"We're definitely buying handcuffs after this," he managed, voice low and gravelly.

You wouldn't have expected Carmy to want to be tied up but looking at him now, it made sense in a convoluted way - rolling his eyes with the bliss of letting go of control for a fucking minute. Or maybe it was still the dream logic in your brain - an injured bear settling when someone he trusted cared for him.

You leaned to touch his face. "You could have said something. We could have tried this ages ago."

He smiled shyly. "We're doing it now. It's okay," he nodded, shifting lightly, telling you it was fine to move.

You set a gentle pace, undulating instead of frantic now that his hands couldn't help you bounce on his cock. You could feel every inch of his cock, the head hitting just right as you leaned forward and back, taking satisfaction in the way Carmy's mouth fell open as he gasped for breath.

"Touch yourself," he pleaded. "Want to see you."

You squeezed your breast with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other, eyes fixed on Carmy, watching intently once your pussy clenched around him. He pulled hard on the ties, the only sounds that came from him were moans, your name, and 'fuck'.

"Carmy. I think I'm gonna- Oh, my God!" you whined, the sight in front of you enough to make you cum.

He nodded, eager, then planted his feet on the mattress and thrust into you, making you cry with pleasure. He fucked you, prolonging your orgasm until he caught up, growling as he reached his peak, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

You fell on his chest, exhausted, shaking with his heavy breaths and yours.

"I'll untie you in a second," you mumbled, kissing his sweaty skin, gathering strength.

"Mhmm," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his exhale ruffling your hair.

Eventually, you sat up, undoing the knots you had made, soothing Carmy's wrists with kisses, massaging the length of his arms, and whispering 'thank you' and 'you were so good' and 'I love you'.

You settled in bed, his arms around you, feeling safe and at home.

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WYLL approves of valiant acts of defending the innocent or the defenceless, and appreciates kindness towards children. Peaceful, but decisive actions resonate with him, and those that take a genuine interest in him and the struggles he faces are also well-liked by him.