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was this anyone else's first thought, or
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#anglerfish#YES hiking jade let's GO#send him up the mountain to look at some funky mushrooms#love how delicately he's holding his lantern with his little pinky out#ooh la la monsieur mastermind#now what are the odds we're getting gargoyle-club malleus next#probably not good but LOOK let me DREAM#i also very much want the equestrian club. GIVE ME HORSE BOYS#actually just give me everyone i want to see everyone#man though the june schedule looking pretty light over here in jp#which always makes me think something big is coming up...#whenever they pull a training camp on us it instantly sends my brain into overthinking mode#chances are good it's more main story though!#we've been averaging every-other-month story updates for a while now and the consistency is nice#i'm still not over the eight months between the end of episode 5 and the start of episode 6...#(IT'S FINE i want them to take all the time they need! i am just impatient)#(i will happily wait but i will be rolling around on the ground the entire time)
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Dream 2: That Snake and Lego
I had two dreams last night. Details are a little cloudly now that it’s been several hours but I’m going to write the short parts I remember from it anyways.
Snake rules the Boat 🐍🛥️
The first dream had to do with living on a boat and having a very shifty, long, several meters long snake living with us. It was really long. Like think the snake from The Jungle Book but twice as thicc and more of a light pale-ish green and yellow. He could strangle me by the waist if he wished.
So we obtained the snake from the previous owners because he ate the wife and I don’t know why we have it but because of that I was very wary of the snake and really did not know why my parents thought it was a good idea to go out to sea with a snake that murdered its previous owner because there really was no way to escape from that snake in the ocean. Yeah. I made breakfast and stuff and talked to some friends and generally lived out of the way of the snake.
On details of the boat, it’s blue, a fishermen’s boat, and there’s water in the kitchen that comes up to like half of your foot from the floor to your ankle. There’s also various random animals scattered across the boat like that one furry round brown muskrat-looking dude. And I think there might have been other small creatures too, but not rats, probably hamster or guinea pig of some sort. Anyways, one day the snake got mad at me, idk why, maybe because I do want to kill it sometime, but I never told it that. So we’re there and I’m backing to the side of the boat trying to calm the angry snake down and next thing I know I’m wrestling with it and we fall off the boat. There’s a huge shark that appears almost immediately, a great white shark. I try to abandon the fight and get back on the boat. Snake is really good at swiming and gets back on the boat too. The boat makes way back to shore and parks by some old dock next to a market and we’re just catching our breath and I guess the fight is over. Snake goes to the market and I’m annoyed at my parents for keeping the snake.
The Lego House (and People) 🧍🏠
The second dream is something about lego and slowly turning into machinery. My family is out looking for a place to stay, maybe cuz we decided the boat and snake was a bad idea, but there was this set of houses that looked really nice and modern but also quite expensive. No idea how we would be able to afford that, but the lady advertising the house led us in and my brother and I explored the rooms while my parents got the sales pitch.
It was probably part of some home owners association, except we were told it’s owned by LEGO, and it was pinkish outside with one part of the building just sloping downwards like a weird lego brick. ✨modern houses✨ya know?
So I’m inside going to different rooms and my brother tells me, “that’s your room, I’m taking the other one.” The room he was mentioning was the one right by the door, even before the kitchen and the living room. It was also by far the most ordinary one. The living room was strange. It was mostly empty, with round cusions on the floor one end, and there was a literal amusement park ride that started by one side of the room and went through a door sized archway into another room. Instead of the usual seats, the two-seater ride had plush sofa seats and round cushions. There was the usual single handlebar that you would pull down on your lap for safety though.
It was strange but I continued on to another room, hearing my parents and the saleswoman come closer. By now I’m feeling a little strange. My movements seem to be... jerkier. I can see myself lifting my arms in an odd fashion, not clumsily but stiffly. My brother is excitedly looking around his new bedroom and I can’t really see much but a strange swing that resembles the ziplines they put in fancy park playgrounds, the flat round plastics attached to a rope. His appearance has changed and his eyes have grown much bigger and his body, plasticky yellowish. His arms are gone, he’s now like a yellow russian stacking doll without curves. His eyes now large googly eyes and he’s jumping around excitely but without bending motions, just like a bad rendering animation. I tell him that “hmm that’s cool” but also asked him if he feels like there’s anything off about the place. I tell him I feel like I’m moving stiffly and something is strange about the yellowy haze I’m feeling. His googly eyes narrow in a way I didn’t realize was possible and he tells me that no, I’m just jealous of his place that’s so cool and turns around to continue his playing.
I head to my parents to tell them about the strange vibes I feel about the place. They’re with the saleswoman and they’re scooching into the two-seater ride, inspecting the softness of the seats and my mom comments to my dad about the different ways we could possibly use it. They’re a little yellow too. I walk up to them and ask them if they’re sensing anything strange about the place and the saleswoman prattles on about how the machienery works and pulls the lever to get the ride to start. I don’t know what to think about it but I don’t know where the ride leads to because there’s no door to go see unless I get in a ride myself. I’m quite certain that my parents will not be human once they return from the ride but I don’t know how to tell them that and off they go.
I wake up from my alarm clock. Sorry, I didn’t end up seeing what transformation took place. Could have been fun. p.s. We’re not actually turning into legos, more like a bad knock off version. Without limbs.
#dreams#my dream last night#short story#yes it's actually my dream#I have strange dreams#people keep asking me to write my dreams down so im doing that now#snake#boat#lego#transformation#it's not horror if it's fun#first thoughts online#i don't know how to use tumblr#so im treating tumblr like an ao3 author's notes
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Sublime Equine.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#little apple#Did I *need* to dedicate a whole comic to little apple when I'm trying to economize my scenes?#Well! I did start this whole blog with the dreams of one day being able to draw better equines. So Yes. I did need this.#The true benchmark of my art progress is actually the quality of how I draw Little Apple.#(no seriously go look back at my little apple tag. Then come back here).#Hey welcome back! I know right! What was I even doing at the start? That was *not* a donkey!!!#That aside - I really am thrilled that I can draw her more. Even if she's only *really* in two more comics for season 2.#I wish I had more thoughts here. I'm so distracted by the donkey rotating in my brain. I missed her so monch.#Oh! Yeah I really like the parallels here between WWX and Little apple.#Specifically the sense of how we get a nod to how he's changed.#Little apple and WWX have both grown a little less lean and hungry (one literally the other metaphorically)#This whole episode is basically about WWX's desire for something peaceful and domestic in his life.#and here is little apple - his first companion from the start of his new life - changed to something softer.#Very much a 'look how far we have come moment' that is rather subtle but enjoyable.
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a silly lil thing i had in my brain…. more uzurengiyuu… and wives cause they’re pretty
in honors of the newest demon slayer ep frfr
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shinobu, noticing giyuu’s wearing a ring: oh? what’s with the rings??
giyuu; i’m married
shinobu: what-
giyuu: i’m still processing it myself
shinobu: to who?? help me process this…
giyuu: tengen and rengoku
shinobu: WHAT
giyuu: rengoku proposed to me with a half eaten ringpop, tengen had an actual ring, and hina, suma and makio just grabbed me and told me im their husband now
shinobu: … oh my god
giyuu: my bloodline is now secure and i got myself some babes, life is good
shinobu: i can’t believe this
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i’m so sane about them i promise,,, giyuu went from being lonely to having two husbands and three wives, he has that autistic rizz dont fuck with him
sigh…. i love them all
#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#giyuu tomioka#tengen uzui#kyojuro rengoku#kny suma#kny hinatsuru#kny makio#shinobu kocho#<-#i love them sm#don’t worry guys rengoku gave giyuu a blue ringpop for the aesthetic#and yes#giyuu did get picked up by the scruff like a cat by tengens wives#he did not even fight back#pretty women can drag him wherever#he’s so real for that#giyuu my bisexual king#he’s living the dream#lucky bitch#but also good for you man#also i love the canon fact that suma actually really likes giyuu#he’s her fav hashira (also tengen of course)#hashira training arc#rengiyuu#uzugiyuu#uzuren#uzurengiyuu
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Silly guys goin' on silly adventures:]
@rorydrawsandwrites's puppeteer au but the only difference is that jax gives consent
My contribution to this wonderful au has been long overdue:')
Rambling in tags ehe (cw: ribbun:p)
Well maybe it's not the only difference
#I think in this version of the au possesion puts you into an almost dream-like state#Slipping into a sort of weird trance#Like physically you still have control of your body#But mentally you're mindlessly following orders from a disembodied voice#Kinda works like that imperius curse in harry potter (yes ik rowling sucks)#And jax soon figured out it was great for dissasociating😀#Escapism and heavily dependant on those possesion sessions to preserve his own mental stability:')#But *cue dramatic music🥁*#He eventually realises that it was not the possesion that brings him comfort and peace no more#But the presence and embrace of gangle that did<3💖💗💞#Jskhsskhj sorry that was so cheesy🧀#Well more or less its because he hadnt have human interaction in AWHILE it seems#Goose did confirm that it has been a long time since he last got a hug:(#*almost* made me feel bad there#Mkay enough rambling about this slight very minor variation of the story#I hope this whole thing was coherent to even be readable=]#Maybe ill even add emojis✨#tadc gangle#tadc jax#ribbun#the amazing digital circus#Tadc au#tadc fanart#tadc fandom#gangle x jax#jax x gangle#Let me have this guys#Let me indulge-#Her head is a tad bit too small yes IM AWARE#This is actually probably my fastest post to reach 100 notes wth (in like 7-8 hours)
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#yes good#dpr ian#christian yu#dpr#dream perfect regime#skins demo#it's been on my edit list for ages#he has such a great eye for aesthetic#i love his style and i'm so glad he's actually getting a career doing that#people always notice good work#good work is undeniable
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mix: firstprince (taylor's version)
#rwrbedit#alex x henry#alex claremont diaz#henry fox#my reward for not putting any tswift songs on my other mix is that i decided to do one that is just. nothing but tswift songs.#so. firstprince mix (taylor's version)#i was gonna do 'say don't go' for kensington but.#i actually liked 'haunted' a lot more for it#and nearly did 'haunted' for the scene of alex and nora but they swapped#(dress was entirely self-indulgent btw but. i couldn't resist.)#i have zero apologies for the choice of 'paper rings' btw#not pictured: me tapping my foot and waiting impatiently for rep tv#(listen my life will not be complete until i hear 'don't blame me (taylor's version)')#i'm choosing to blame this on my best friend#bc i went 'since i didn't put any on the other mix tell me i can't make one that's just tswift songs'#and she went 'do it.'#and i said 'okay at least tell me i can't just name it 'firstprince (taylor's version)'' and she said 'okay but you should'#so here we are.#also i think my favorite coloring in this is the one i used for 'wildest dreams' and 'you are in love' and 'say don't go'#yes i did attempt to color them in ways reminiscent of the albums and what about it
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4:00:00
#my art#clip studio paint#deltarune oc#spamton g spamton#deltarune#?#yes this is the same 4 am spamton i had that dream about. im debating making him a actual (joke?) chartacter because hes funny to me#scary spamton pokemon creepypasta
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NEW KUROO OFFICIAL ART !! ^_^
my precious tetsu <3 he looks so scrumptious !! :3
#touch the dream is FEEDING ME !! forst bokuto now kuroo ??? :3#i actually really like his outfit he looks soso cute and yummy in jeans :>#THE ROLLED UP SLEEVES SHOWING OFF HIS ARMS OUHHH !!!!!!! YES !!! >//<#i wuv my tetsu SOB he looks delectable… biting his biceps right now RAHHH !!!!!! <3#PHEW he looks so eatable !! >_<#HIS ARMS WAHHHH I WANT HIM !! T^T MY BOYFRIEND !! </3#KITA NEXT PLEASE !!!!#kuroo#tetsuro kuroo#haikyuu kuroo#haikyuu#hq#hq kuroo#haikyuu official art#hq art#haikyuu art#haikyu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu nekoma#₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ — lene’s latest gossip .ᐟ#𐙚 — tetsuro
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Cottagecore Series DVD Bonus Features
By popular request: the deleted scenes of how Dream and Hob ended up confessing their respective Big Secrets to one another. Below the cut are a series of conversations that take place a few days after Dream announces his pregnancy with Orpheus, and they are incredibly angsty. They also heavily feature abortion as a conversation topic. These were originally written to intercut with at least two miracles but didn't end up working out due to tone issues, and also don't really work as a standalone fic, so. If you're interested--enjoy!
The possibility of a child—their child, their own, of them—had occasionally crossed Hob’s mind, in the same way that other fantastical things like dragons and public libraries did. Fleeting. Unformed. Simple, wonderful little daydreams.
The reality of it was both impossibly more exciting and terrifying than he could have ever imagined.
Hob thought of a beautiful child with tiny pointed ears and glowing amber eyes. He thought of a babe born to the world still and pale, never to draw a single breath of life. He thought of all the stories his mother used to tell him, the skipping games and the toy swords and songs that lived inside of him, waiting to be passed down to someone small and new. He thought of a fae child, enamored of the forest and magic and books of learning, with little use for its mortal father.
Once, when Hob was young, his mother had been called to help an ewe who had been laboring for the better part of the day. Twin lambs, both trying to emerge at the same time.
They’d had mutton for dinner, that night. And for many nights after that.
Hob could not stop thinking about it. About everything.
What if the child came out completely human.
What if the child came out completely fae.
“You told me once,” Hob said, the words leaving his mouth even as lead weights sank pits into his stomach, even as his heart said don’t ask this don’t ask this don’t do it, but he had to, he had to know. “You told me once. That it took you a very long time to grow up.”
Dream paused. “Yes,” he said, at length. “But time in the realm of the fae is not so… linear as it is here. It is—it was subject to neither law nor order. Time was fickle. Changeable.”
“You said that it was almost a hundred years.”
“That was… a guess,” Dream said.
Hob stared.
“It was unusual,” Dream added. He did not meet Hob’s eyes. “It. It was a choice I made. The rest of my siblings came of age much faster than I.”
“How fast?” Hob asked, heart in his throat.
Dream swallowed.
“How fast?”
“The child is half mortal, Hob it should not—it will not age as a fae child would. It cannot, it—it will not have the same power, the same gifts, and moreover, the laws of this universe would not allow—”
“Oh, you know that, do you?” Hob asked, eyebrows raised. “Like you knew that a mortal man couldn’t get you pregnant in the first place?”
Dream flinched.
Hob sighed, and scrubbed at his face. “I’m just. I’m just thinking. We don’t know what we’re going to get, eight months from now—” If they were going to get anything at all. “—and we’ve got zero precedent to go off of, here. It. It could be anything. It could grow like a human and take sixteen years and be done. But, it could also…”
“It will not,” Dream said, but there was a traitorous wobble in his voice.
“It could,” Hob insisted. “It could, Dream, and we just. I just want to be prepared for that. I want you to be prepared for that.”
Dream stared, like the whole world was crashing down around him. As if he had not considered this at all. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Hob—”
“But, listen—listen, it’ll be okay,” Hob said hurriedly, and took Dream’s hands into his own. Put on the bravest face he could muster. “Whatever happens, it’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll be with you every step of the way, for. For as long as I can be. Even if it means being stuck in the terrible twos for an entire decade. You just might have to do the teenage years on your own, that’s all. And. You know. The thousand years that come after that.”
Dream closed his eyes.
Hob tried desperately to rally. “And, hey! The good news is, at least I won’t be around to give any dodgy sex talks when it comes time for that, since I obviously—”
“Hob,” Dream said.
“Though clearly pregnancy prevention isn’t your strong suit either,” Hob allowed.
“Hob.”
Dream’s eyes were open again, and they were full of tears.
“Hob,” Dream said again, and it caught in his throat. “Hob, I—I am not going to live for another thousand years.”
Hob frowned. “But—”
“I made,” Dream said, and with the next blink the tears spilled over, “a bargain.”
The reason that Hob had kept it a secret for so long (was because he was a coward) was because, in his opinion, there had been no good that would come of the truth.
Dream had assumed that the people of Eskham had turned against Hob for being a hedgewitch. He’d assumed in turn that mortals were prejudiced against any being with magic, which was a category that happened to include the fae but more importantly included Hob, who did not have the ability to summon tornadoes or fell ancient oaks. Dream still sweetly seethed about the injustices Hob’s own people had done upon him. He had yet to even once seem concerned for his own safety.
This was fair.
Dream had, after all, taken out an entire village of mortals in one wrothful fell swoop.
Now, Dream had confessed what had happened in the aftermath of that massacre—what he had so readily sacrificed, to save Hob’s life—and it had been devastating in its own right. It had left Hob awake at night, imagining what it would be like to grow older and older and older, while his child did not.
But it had also pulled on the string that unraveled whatever remained of their tapestried joy at the possibility of impending parenthood. The happiness was gone. The happiness should never have existed in the first place, because the ache of its absence was far worse than to have never known it at all. Hob could not believe he ever felt such simple, mindless elation at what had quickly become a question to which every answer was more horrifying than the last.
Hob thought of a babe with perfectly pointed ears, stolen away in the night, drowned in the river.
Hob thought of a child with huge, phosphorescent eyes, tied to a stake above a pile of dried tinder. Screaming.
Hob thought of black-nailed teenager who had had forty-odd years of childhood with its parents before they succumbed to old age, and left their child alone in a world it did not belong in. Orphaned. Ostracized. Hunted.
It filled Hob’s stomach and left him unable to eat. It pressed down on his chest at night, and he could not sleep.
And he knew what he needed to do.
At the same table where Dream had confessed not three days ago, Hob sat himself heavily on the bench.
Dream stared back wanly. He’d spent most of the morning vomiting copiously, which perhaps made this timing even worse, but Hob knew if he did not say it now he might never say it at all.
“Dream,” Hob said carefully. The words stuck in his throat like glass, and they tore him open one by one as he forced them out. “There’s. The other day, when you told me about the bargain you made. I—there’s something that I should. Something I should have told you, before—something. Something.” He swallowed. “Something I. Something.” His nails dug into his palms. His heart was pounding in his ears. “Something—”
“Hob.”
Dream’s hand splayed across his chest is like ice on fire. Hob sucked in a breath, and relished the burn.
He seized Dream’s hand in his own. Looked Dream in the eyes. Prepared to pull this one last thread of sanity for the person he loved more than anything in this world.
“Something,” Hob said unevenly, holding onto Dream like a lifeline, “that I should have told you a long time ago. About. About Eskham.”
Dream tilted his head, brows drawing together. “Eskham?”
Hob nodded.
“What about it?” Dream asked.
He had no idea. He had no clue.
“That day,” Hob said, and he was gripping Dream’s hand hard as if he could prevent the inevitable withdrawal. “When they came for me.”
And Dream nodded. He reached out with his other hand to rest it on Hob’s forearm—a gesture meant as supportive that only served to make Hob’s stomach drop to new depths.
But this was not about him. This was not even about Dream. It was about their child, carried one day into a town square with pitchforks at its throat and devil spawn in its ears. It was about deserved truths.
“That day,” Hob said again. He swallowed against a dry tongue. Against the heart that was trying to escape through his throat. “That day. The mob. They weren’t looking for me.”
Dream stared.
Hob’s heart was pounding so hard he thought he might be sick.
He watched, as Dream’s face went from confusion, to realization, to—
Bloodless.
Grey. Dead eyes and parted lips. Staring, but not seeing.
“I—defended you,” Hob made himself say. “I wouldn’t tell them. Where you were. I told them that I loved you, that you were just as natural as any other creature in this realm and that I would rather die before I let any of them hurt you, and—”
Dream yanked his hands back.
Hob tried to hold on, but he wasn’t quick enough. Not strong enough.
“You,” Dream whispered.
“I don’t regret it,” Hob said frantically, almost angrily. He was losing control, the tidal wave of panic and horror sweeping him out to a roiling sea he could not swim in, and he barely knew which words would leave his mouth when he opened it again. “I haven’t regretted it for a single second, Dream, not once, not ever, I’d have burned on that stake a thousand times over before I let them touch you, I’d—”
And Dream bolted.
Hob leapt to his feet to follow—but his calf muscle seized, and he careened to the side and just barely managed to grab the table at the last second. Stood there, panting, gripping the table as his calf cramped hard enough to render the entire leg useless. Staring at the empty doorway.
He deserved this, he supposed.
It didn’t make it hurt any less.
The summer air was thick and sweet beneath the canopy of the forest. The trees mostly blocked the breeze, but so also the warmth of the sun, which made it about as pleasant as any place was during the midday heat. They were sat at the base of an ancient yew tree that Dream favored, not far from the cottage, and had been for some time. Ravens chattered and rustled softly overhead. A large halo of bird shit was slowly accumulating around them.
Dream inhaled as if to speak, for the third time in about as many minutes. This time, though, the words came.
“I do not want. Our child. To be hunted.”
Hob closed his eyes. “I know.”
“We do not know what powers it will be born to. What features it will be born to.”
Unspoken—the slimmest chance, the highest hope, that it would somehow be born wholly mortal.
A mortal body. A mortal magic. A mortal lifespan.
“We’ll do whatever we have to, to protect them. Whatever it takes. You know we will,” Hob said, and even as anxiety turned his stomach over, rage flared through him hot and fast. “Anyone that tries to lay a finger on our child, I’ll—I’ll kill ‘em. I would. Anyone. Everyone. And if they think I’m terrifying just wait until they meet the thirty-foot forest nightmare right behind me that can summon hail and rent the earth.”
Dream swallowed. “Hail and earth. Did not save you.”
Hob tightened his grip around Dream’s waist. “Yes it did.”
“You—”
“Yes it bloody well did. You saved my life that day, you fought, and if you hadn’t been there I—”
“If I had not been there,” Dream interrupted darkly. He barked one harsh, bitter laugh. “If I had never inflicted myself upon you in the first place, then no mob would have ever come for you at all. You would be—”
“Lonely,” Hob said. He tried desperately to keep the frustration from rising. “I told you. I would have been lonely, and bored, Dream, and I would have died in that house feeling as if I’d never truly lived at all. You are the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I nearly killed you,” Dream said.
“You saved—”
“And now,” Dream continued, staring into the depths of the forest, “I have attempted to thrust a child upon you, without your consent. I have tried to sentence you to spending the rest of your meager years consumed in the care of a creature that will only suffer as a result of my own hubris—my own selfishness—and it will resent us. It will hate us. It will hate me, and it will be right to do so for—”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Hob said, scrambling around in front of Dream, and cupping his face.
Dream stared determinedly to the side, with eyes that were red-rimmed and shiny. His breaths came uneven and jagged.
“You and I both know that you didn’t get pregnant on purpose,” Hob said fiercely. “You didn’t know better. I didn’t know better. Right?”
“Hob—”
“This isn’t something that you’ve done to me. To us. Neither one of us is to blame here. Not one little bit. And it wouldn’t matter anyway if it was, because whatever happens, you know that we’re in this together. We’re going to do what we always do, and make it work. Figure it out. Pregnancy, childbirth, parenthood, all of it. Together. Yeah?”
Dream set his jaw, and at last met Hob’s eyes. Slowly, he reached up, and pulled Hob’s hands away from his face.
“You argue. That we are absolved of any guilt, for what strife our child may face in life. Because we held no intention of conception, in our couplings,” Dream said.
“...Yes?” Hob said, eyebrows raising. “I don’t think we can be blamed for bringing a child into the world when we didn’t know it was possible in the first place.”
“Incorrect,” Dream disagreed.
Hob opened his mouth, but Dream continued too quickly.
“Ignorance acquits us from blame in the conception of this child, yes.” Dream’s hand moved, in the periphery of Hob’s vision, delving into the folds of his robe. “But we are not without agency, in these early months of pregnancy.”
Dread swung sudden and hard into Hob’s chest, like a fist.
“...What do you mean?”
Dream held out his hand between them, and uncurled his fingers. A cluster of flowers rested there.
Tansy.
“It sings to me of… release,” Dream said. His thumb brushed over golden petals like spikes. “Of choice. Liberty. Of the harmonization of poison and medicine, as one.”
Hob took in a deep breath, because he was, for the first time in days, hopeful.
Hob was also terrified.
Hob was sick, sick, sick, sick.
“I believe,” Dream whispered, eyes boring in Hob’s, “that it would be enough. To—take care of it.”
There was a cup of water on the table, steaming and yellow with tansy.
Choice, Dream said it sang. Release. Liberty. The harmonization of poison and medicine, as one.
But to Hob, it was silent as a grave.
Dream was holding the cup so tightly his knuckles had gone white. The steam had long disappeared from the cup, leaving only a stagnant yellow tonic. Hob had offered to leave the cottage twice and allow Dream some privacy, and on the second time Dream had grabbed his hand, hard, and he hadn’t let go since.
Hob’s fingers ached where they were threaded through Dream’s, but he did not complain.
He sat in silence, and watched Dream raise the cup to his mouth.
Watched him inhale.
Watched him close his eyes.
Watched him press the rim of the cup to his lips.
Watched as Dream froze, and was perfectly still for an eternity save for the tremble of the cup in his grasp—
And the cup slammed down onto the table, sloshing poison everywhere, and Dream gasped, “I cannot. I cannot, forgive me, Hob, I—”
Hob grabbed him and pulled him in hard. “It’s okay—”
“—I cannot do it, I cannot—”
“—you don’t have to—”
“I should,” Dream snarled, gripping the fabric of Hob’s tunic and pushing back. There were tears streaming down his face. “I should end it, I should be rid of it. It is. It is the only humane option, the only option that guarantees that—that—”
“I know, love,” Hob said miserably, his own throat going tight and hot. “I know that. But—”
“Hob,” Dream choked out. He tried to inhale, but could not. “Hob, I can—hear it.”
Hob’s heart skipped a beat, and his mouth went numb. “Y-you—”
“I can—” Dream slapped his hands over his mouth. He stared at Hob in horror.
Dream, who could hear the songs of river stones and the herbs in the garden. Who communed with foxes and ancient oak trees alike. Who had come to Hob with news of this pregnancy but without explanation as to how he knew.
“You can hear it,” Hob repeated blankly.
“I should not have told you,” Dream said, shaking his head. His eyes were blank and unseeing and wet with tears. “I. I should not have told you, I told myself I would not, I—it should not matter. It does not matter.”
“What does it sound like?” Hob asked.
Dream looked up at him. His mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Dream, what does it sound like?”
He shouldn’t ask.
He couldn’t not know.
“Like. A songbird,” Dream whispered.
A songbird.
“The most beautiful—” Dream choked on a sob. “The most beautiful songbird, Hob, the most wonderful songbird in the world.”
And Hob. Hob, quite abruptly, could not imagine a world where he did not one day get to hear that song. He could not imagine a world in which he did not get to hold their child in his arms this winter and instantly fall in love with whatever features the world had seen fit to give them, mortal or fae or some splendid combination of both.
He could not imagine what it would be like, for Dream to sit at this table and drink down poison and then listen to the song of their child go silent.
Dream sobbed in his arms. He begged for forgiveness—from Hob. Their future child. The universe. I have failed, he said, over and over again. Selfish, and weak, and worthless, he named himself, and he would not be consoled with any combination or repetition of words Hob had to offer.
But still, the tansy sat untouched.
Eventually, it went out the window.
And the songbird lived another day.
#ask and ye shall receive#this is sooooo close to actually working as a standalone fic#but not quite#alas#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#mpreg#abortion#sandman#cottagecore verse#my writing
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skaterboy izuku !! a tddk art trade with my sweet @rivacyte ;;🫶🏼everyone look at their snowboarder shouto right now or else...
#my art#deku#izuku#midoriya#midoriya izuku#bnha#mha#heroaca#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#tddk#tododeku#tdiz#todoizu#my first art trade actually AND with one of my favorite artists ever in this life.... dreams come true y'all.... dreams come true .....#I SAID IT IN MY TWT CAPTION BUT everyone crushes on him i just know it#yes that IS a tattoo on the back of his elbow he he he... it says i am here bc why not !#as always throwing this up on here to archive and exiting the app byeeeeeehjja#shotosizuku#tsukk1
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DP x DC Writing Prompt #8
The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.
"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."
"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."
"You own a sedan?"
"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."
Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.
Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.
"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."
Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.
"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"
Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"
"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.
"Get to it then," she demands.
Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.
"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."
Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.
"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."
Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"
"Thank you."
"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'
"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."
Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.
"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"
"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."
"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.
"So what can you tell me?"
"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."
"But he's not."
"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."
"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.
"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.
"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"
"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"
"You're being more sarcastic than usual."
"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."
#sam:#bruce:#bruce: so i was thinking brainwashing-#sam: ghost puberty#bruce: frick#sam give-my-boyfriend-the-talk manson#at some point when danny went from teen hero to the eldritch being of our fanfic dreams he had to start experiencing the “becoming”#i imagine that was actually pretty terrifying#his whole family calling it ghost puberty is probably actually really kind and appreciated#hey i'm starting to forget to breathe and sometimes i want to bite things#aw honey it's ok your body is chaaanging#you're teeeething#baby's first feral chomp#sometimes i hear the universe it is a symphony i cannot explain but if i listen too long i fear it shall sweep me away forever#let's get you some airpods with the latest paramore album#that helping?#yes actually ty#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#batman#sam manson#danny fenton#danny phantom#my writing
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this isn't my idea of fun
#minecraft diaries#garroth ro'meave#nicole von ronsenburg#nicole mcd#garroth mcd#yes ik nicole's hair isnt actually red#ITS FOR THE DRAWING#anyway this came to me in a dream#my art
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Commissioned the amazing @magua-vida to draw my original Princesses, The Dancer & The Dream! I'm absolutely delighted with how they came out, they both look so pretty and bursting with personality!
For anyone who doesn't want to click through, you get the Dancer if you unlock the Princess's cuff & die of a heart attack, making her flighty but concerned, fussing over your health & safety. The Dream is Dancer's unique Chapter 3, who you get if you fall asleep in the cabin with Dancer fussing over you, and is smotheringly protective to the point of aggression & possessiveness while acting manipulatively sweet & fragile.
She just wants to take care of you... even (or especially) if it means chaining you up to keep you safe.
#slay the princess#stp#stp princess#stp original princess#stp original route#stp alternate route#the shifting mound#shifting mound#slay the princess fanart#stp fanart#stp oc#slay the princess oc#games#characters#commission info#my life#mine#//#Smitten & Paranoid for their respective voices#both because it fits & because it would be fun for those 2 to interact more#Smitten just wants to make her happy and doesn't appreciate so much cruel skepticism being thrown at her.#Paranoid doesn't trust the Dream's sickly sweet demeanor or how fast she cries if you don't give her what she wants.#Also#for the record#I want Dancer to have the reaction of ‘’She seems nice; possibly traumatized by seeing us die. But maybe a little obsessive?’’ that Damsel#gets. And I want Dream to get the ‘’Yes mommy’’ response both when she opens her arms and asks to hold you close and when she pins you#to the floor with the very manacle you freed her from locked around your wrist while she insists that she knows what’s best for you.#I just want the Princess to /actually/ manipulate me guys. I love a woman who can play me like a cheap kazoo.
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forgot to ever post this here but i had the most fucked dream the other night and i had to draw it
#it was so vivid.#bill gets to wake up from it here but in my dream ford was just like.. actually dead#it was wild. i love when i pray for dreams relating to my hyperfixes and this is the kind of shit my brain provides#um#billford#tw decapitation#tw mild gore#fucked up#yes it was specifically the mr bill pines bill and ford#my art#personally im a big fan of how i drew the other bill and ford#dream context: i bought a new apartment and invited friends over for a housewarming party and i guess i was just casually friends with#multiple bills and fords. pretty sick tbh. but in my dream i remember just like walking around the party and then coming up to join their#conversation just in time to witness this happen. i remember that the entire apartment went completely silent and i literally vividly#remember the sound fords body made when it hit the floor and then bill spent the rest of the dream freaking out trying to reverse time or#revive ford. i cant actually remember if he ever managed to figure it out bc my dream just devolved into something completely unrelated#about a storm suddenly hitting and the river in the backyard of this apartment started to flood and i became a lot more worried about that#ive been having some. interesting dreams as of late.#ANYWAYS#um. ask to tag#just in case
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i do a light chuckle once i remember hofmann and semmelweis are friends but then i remember semmelweis and marcus' suitcase interaction where they talk about her and i am once again inconsolable about this old woman's death
#reverse 1999#semmelweis#greta hofmann#certified storm moments#i miss hofmann so bad i know ill start sobbing when someone brings her up again in chapter 7#r1999 shitpost#i still think their canon ages are bullshit and theyre both older than canon in my head but yeah semmelweis is half hofmann's age (19 to 38#bluepoch i prommy you won't start profusely bleeding income if you make a character older than their mid twenties. i promise you that#nothing more but hofweis rambling after this you have been warned#anyways you mightve seen me here or there mention that i ship these two and. yes the age gap is a central theme to how i percieve them#semmelweis lived the dream (see how i say this in past tense) she bagged that old woman </3#the inherent angst of your partner being so much younger than you and close to death thanks to a terminal illness yet in the end#its actually you that dies first. and she ends up finding a cure to illness and ending up immortal. something something 'i will never see#how old age looks on you. you are breaking my heart.' and how it applies to both of their perspective towards the other#one went to vienna to (unknowingly) die and the other went there to live#koshka-sova said it best its a pair that dances round life and death. and can't forget about the inherent workplace yuri#also its funny thinking of marcus unwittingly finding out through either her arcane skill or some other method her mentor's coworker-friend#got it on with her. like i think the two start bonding because of hofmann but then one day marcus approaches her with haunted eyes and#shakily goes 'd...did you. did you and madam hofmann..? my arcane skill said. that you and. did you two......?'
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