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Wishing a very lovely day to all you gals, guys, non binary folks, ravens who sound like patton Oswalt, anthropomorphic manifestations of words that begin with D, emotionally tormented bisexual exorcists, diner lesbians, boys with mummy issues, boys with daddy issues, girls with both, random medieval peasants who live forever and hang out at the local pub, human personifications of a meadow, and a literal nightmare dressed like a daydream
Did not expect to spend my day crying over a gargoyle named Gregory but here we are
Oh, more dsmp drama. How amazing, how fucking fantastic.
I can tolerate the discomfort that comes from not being liked by others.
What I cannot tolerate is living out of alignment with my values and staying silent about things I care about just to make sure others like me.
I’m currently in the process of writing the next part to Warfare so it might take a bit longer for me to get Part 8 out, just a heads up. :) also I'm trying out a new signature to sign my art!
But in the meantime have a little comic that was based off of a dream I had! (I have really vivid dreams guys, sometimes it's scary but I'll leave more context of what entailed below :D) ↓
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The night breeze felt great on Donnie's skin. He wasn't sure why he wanted some fresh air alone without his brothers but he was thankful for the peace and quiet. Well, save for the usual New York hustle and bustle. Car horns blaring and the usual chatter between others. Even though it was 4 am it seemed like it was midday with all the people. It is said that this is the city that never sleeps.
Donnie sighs, taking in the moon and the faint stars above. He couldn't help but smile a little; to disconnect for a little while. Between his family and his tech, although he'd never admit it out loud, he was glad to be alone. It was rare for him, but sometimes doing nothing...could be absolute bliss.
Feeling a bit antsy not working on something though he decided that he'd go for a little walk. He had his black mask to cover his mouth, his hoodie, and wore some black jeans, so as long as he kept his hood up he wouldn't get any weird looks. It occurred to him that he left his battle shell at home, but he wasn't going far, just a little jaunt, so he shrugged and hopped down into the alley that was below him. He has S.H.E.L.D.O.N. on standby anyway, in case something did happen, no matter how highly unlikely that was.
After securing his mask to the sewed on buttons on his bandana, he pulled his hoodie up and tucked his hands into his hoodie pocket. He looked around the corner so as to not bump into anyone before he joined the crowd of people, blending in. Sometimes it felt nice to blend in...to be a part of the societal norms. Donnie relaxed a bit more and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as he walked.
CRASH!!
It came from the alley Donnie just left. And of course no one reacted to the disturbing sound and shuffles coming from the darkness. Donnie kept walking, assuming it must have been a cat or something of the sort.
"HELP!"
Donnie heard the desperate cry and faltered his next step and bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch it!" the man spit but kept on walking.
Donnie didn't give him a response and also kept walking, slowly now though. He put his phone back in his pocket.
Come on, Donnie. Just leave...
"PLEASE!!"
Donnie stops in his tracks as goosebumps spread across his skin. They sounded like they were in pain. Like they were desperate...Donnie pulls his hood down more, thinking.
Arrgh! I can't just leave!
He knew what he had to do before his mind even made up the decision. Donnie turned and ran back to the alley, easily weaving around people, his hood flying back at his speed.
I can't believe I'm doing this...
He turns the corner and sees someone on the ground, slash marks across their forearm, no doubt to try and block the attacker. Blood was dripping down onto the dirty alley floor, mixing with old newspapers and trash. It didn't escape Donnie that he didn't have his battle shell, but he didn't have to necessarily fight. He just needed to get them out of there.
He hurriedly grabbed their arm, taking advantage of the fact that the attacker hadn't noticed him yet, and pulled them up, ready to jet out of there into the crowd where they could take cover.
"LET GO!!"
They pulled their arm back and fell against the wall roughly. His moment of surprise was gone and the attacker was aware of him now.
"Hey! I'm trying to help you!" Donnie growls under his breath. The person lying on the ground looked up in surprise.
The attacker didn't say a word as he backhanded Donnie in the face with so much power and force that he flew to the brick wall behind him, and without his battle shell, the impact was excruciating. Donnie let out a rough yell and fell to the ground. He immediately pulled up his sleeve and called for S.H.E.L.D.O.N. to alert his brothers and to send him his battle shell.
He stood up and held his hand out to the person, standing up but wincing at the pain that came from his shell and the dull ache on his cheek. He couldn't tell how bad the damage was to his shell, but the pain was manageable for now.
"If you're done wasting my time, I suggest we RUN!"
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And that was the end of my dream you guys (TT)
The whole thing was from a third person perspective which was weird. Usually my dreams are first person. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of the comic and dream. I appreciate you all and I hope you have a blessed day! ✝️
I had the most surreal experience where in my dream, dream me fell asleep (a double dream if you will), she dreamt of a top tier fanfic plot where she was a guy in an apocalypse type setting with no life skills or memories save for a sister, who gets picked up by a guy who he learns skills from, forms bonds etc for 5 years. After 5 years pass they both get tragically killed and are reborn back into the moment they met, me (him) with my memories intact, and I (well him) start retracing the steps of our life together only I am competent now and my tragically murdered lover is shocked at my competence in this apocalypse setting. Dream me then wakes up from her dream and goes holy shit write this down!!! And she does, when she is done, real me wakes up and I go holy shit I was right write that down!! Now it's scribbled in my notes app :)
“…and there was Wei Wuxian, the king of NOT being AroAce.”
holy shi t my brain was cooking in my dream
I need shifting tips….
These Violent Delights
Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix TV Serie)
Pairing: The Corinthian/Dream
Word count: 4559
Chapter: One-Shot
Rating: Mature/Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Dynamics, One-Sided Attraction, Violent Thoughts, No Smut, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Love/Hate, Violence, Angst
Link to AO3:
Summary :
The air was damp, a chilling breeze nipping at his skin, exciting the light hairs on the nape of his neck.
And then the Corinthian finally saw him.
He felt his various mouths water, gaze instantly drawn to the lean figure curled up in the middle of an intricate glass cage.
The King of Dreams was holy in his paleness. He was like a beacon of light in the surrounding darkness, his alabaster complexion starkly contrasting against jet-black hair.
Entranced by the view, the Corinthian took a step closer like a moth to a flame.
Seemingly asleep, Dream's head rested on his arms, long limbs tangled like winter wisteria around his body to hide his shame as best as he could, unwilling to bend to mortals even at his lowest.
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[OR IN WHICH: The Corinthian decides to visit his caged creator after ten years of imprisonment.]
Part two is up!!
"Dream a Little Dream of Me." 🍄💚
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Falling Apart at the Seams
Fandom: Dream SMP
Characters: Tommy & Dream
Rating: Mature
Chapter: One Shot
Word Count: 8076
Additional Tags: Angst No Comfort, Manipulation, Character Death, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Winged TommyInnit, Abuse, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships
Link to AO3:
Summary:
“Did you miss me?” Suddenly said Dream, something akin to excitement colouring his words despite the calm tone.
“I did not,” Tommy tried to say firmly, clenching his fists when his voice faltered on the last word.
Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Sure you did.”
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From the moment Tommy heard the sirens going off, he knew his days were numbered.
Why was he always running from something?
OR: What if Phil wasn’t there to save Tommy from Dream after his prison escape?
[Based on the recent Dream SMP lore]
SPOILERS GO2
So I had a dream:
*Azi and Crowley discussing/ fighting after all the stuff that happened and they can talk in peace*
*crowley expecting an apology etc and nearly screamed at azi*
Azi: "but.. It was my First"
Crowley: "Wot -" (are you talking about now again?!)
Azi: "It was my first kiss, Crowley"
*silence*
Azi: "And you pressed it on me. Without- (asking me?) Without love. Just.. just fear.
Crowley looks at him with an untitled expression, not sure what to say. In his eyes, he gave him all the love he could ever give.
Azi: "Fear of being abandoned. Of being alone. Like you felt you always were."
Crowley wants to say something and his mouth opens, behind his glasses building up a small tear-
Azi: "But I was there. You were never completely alone. And you know that. *He gets quiet* I did not deserve that.
I- *voice shaking* forgave you for kissing me.. like this - (in a hurry, without content and with nearly only desperation).
Crowley: "You didn't even listen to me back then, huh?"
*He takes off the sunglasses, first time in presence of the angel since the kiss. But he doesn't look at him. He's cleaning them with a small peace of fabric - looking down, eyebrows raised*
Crowley: "I wanted you to be with me. You didn't quite listen, did ya? I had already lost you! In your angel head you were already decorating your new Office in Heaven! I-"
*fastly puts sunglasses back on to look at Azi. Sees him there - finally listening. He seems to be able to understand it this time.
He takes them off again. Eye meets eye*
Crowley: "Maybe I was desperate. I mean- who wouldn't, if.. ugh.. if maybe the. The love of your life, perhaps - I couldn't let you go. After all I knew, heaven didn't want to treat you right! - you didn't know what happened in heaven, what happened to Gabriel!"
And then my dream faded, I am sorry.
But I feel like this was an healing experience after the ending of Season 2.
tidal wave 🌊
