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#it was just a dream xd
rapidhighway · 6 months
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trying to show you the absolute cinema i had the pleasure of watching in tonights dream. We could’ve had it all
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mayhemspreadingguy · 10 months
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(tits out and ready to get hurt again 💔😭)
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zu-is-here · 9 months
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This made me think of Dust and Swap leaving their respective theaters at the same time, halfway through the movie, to buy an extra refill of popcorn.
My mind has nothing concrete but something tells me it could be an interesting conversation ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ (maybe also a little awkward?)
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Chaotic duo ♡
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cuubism · 5 months
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random headcanon of the day is that Hob fucking loves winter in the present day, because for so long winter was basically just shit and awful and cold and a time when you could easily die. Hob is enamored with any and all modern winter inventions. central heating? incredible. electric blankets? he owns 5. his car has heated seats. he's continuously in awe of the electric kettle, he can just make hot drinks whenever he wants -- insane. street lights so it's easy to be out and about even when it gets dark earlier? holiday lights? wow it's like a wonderland. he's running the fireplace in the inn just for nostalgia value. he might've cried when he saw some kids playing in the snow. he wishes he had a kid so he'd have an excuse to go sledding. actually he might just do it anyway.
meanwhile Dream standing next to him is wearing five coats and his body temp is still -8. and he is suffering.
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sentientstump · 7 months
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beef
transcript:
Etho: Oh man, I'm hungry...
Pause: Yeah, me too.
Beef: how hungry?
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maiumeni · 8 days
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I GOT INSPIRED BY THIS AMAZING, WITTY, LEGS-KICKING FIC BY @paris-23 >o<
Please do check their work, fanfiction and art!!! The Narrator feels like the Narrator (in character, and very British)
(Edit: I've read more of their work and it's INSANE!!! ALL OF THEM. Oh dear.)
PS. I changed up the dialogue a bit due to the lack of space and context. Inspired by the scene, but not quite the same! That is precisely why you should read it. Come on, give it a try~
PSS. the 2nd panel is heavily referenced, does the TSP fandom recognise the show? tehe
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bleue-flora · 1 month
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Wait... Dream was born on August 12, 1999 and Dream was arrested in the Disc Finale on January 20, 2021 soo... wait, wait, wait, that means he was only 21 when he was imprisoned for life in a small lava covered box!... Did I do that math right? 21?! Man was barely able to drink legally in the United States and they gave him a life sentence in a boiling cell with nothing but lava, raw potatoes, a clock, and some books?!... oh my god...
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magnusbae · 7 months
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The Endless Family Death, Dream, Desire & Despair
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year
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*sighs* precious baby version of night and his mentally drained brother/dad got me dropping everything for a quick doodle<333
au by @dreemurr-skelememer
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butchmartyr · 27 days
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give proof of bechdel defending michfest after the publication of the script she made criticizing it
on the DTWOF blog she openly praises michfest with a friend for its anti “male socialization” policy, and this is in 2017. she’s a cis white lesbian with the set of unprincipled gender politics and anxieties over trans women that you’d expect from a michfest centrist. you could’ve just googled this, so I want you to sit for a second with the defensiveness you’re feeling and why you’re so eager to silence talk of transmisogyny
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katyspersonal · 8 months
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Healing church setting up the sprinkler in the front yard of the grand cathedral so Amelia can run around and bite the water. Enrichment.
Dude fdshhfdh This is so wholesome xD
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This is how Amelia's era as a vicar SHOULD have ended *sob*
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mayhemspreadingguy · 1 year
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aaaaand it's finally done :D. Coffee shop date.
Why use a chair when there's the better option?
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zu-is-here · 1 year
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welp
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cuubism · 1 year
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"What if modern Hob was actually worse?" drabble to go along with the silly little post from earlier
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“This,” says Dream, looking around the darkened alley with one eyebrow arched, “is a far cry from teacups.”
Hob peers up at him from where he’s systematically checking the life status of the many dead and close-to-dead individuals on the ground. “Did you think that was the only tool in my box? It’s not exactly my weapon of choice.”
“No.” Dream watches placidly as Hob finds one man still living, albeit barely, and deftly snaps his neck. “It seems that would be your hands.”
Hob winks at him. “Maybe so.”
“Is it strictly necessary to kill them all now? You are making quite a lot of work for my sister.”
“They’ve seen you,” Hob says, terse and serious again. He checks another man’s pulse, finds nothing, moves on. “They know who you are, what you are. Are clearly willing to do what they want with that. I’m not going to let someone take you again, Dream.”
Dream leans against the wall. He is still playing the moment over in his mind. The sudden attack on the street, the magical bonds they had tried to wrap around Dream, Hob jumping to his defense before Dream himself could, his quick and vicious counterattack that had reminded Dream vividly of the savagery of some of Hob’s past lives.
The assailants were armed with knives and various magical implements Dream would have to examine later, and Hob had taken all of them out with his bare hands.
“I had not realized your current lifetime was so… physical,” Dream says.
“Right, right. Quiet uni professor, never hurt a fly.” Hob finishes his business with the bodies and crosses back over to him. “You think staying under the radar is so easy nowadays?”
Dream gives him a wry half-smile as Hob stops before him where he’s still leaned against the wall. “I think that there several secret immortals in this world, and not all of them are killing ten people on the street without breaking a sweat.”
He doesn’t quite know what to feel about it. There is something… primal and satisfying about watching Hob draw blood for him. Dream’s own creations hadn’t even waited for him in the Dreaming, but Hob Gadling will kill for him.
“Maybe they’re missing out,” Hob says, a twinkle in his eye. There is a smear of blood on his temple where one of the attackers had caught the surface level of his skin with a blade, but he reaches for Dream’s hand. “Can I see your wrist?”
Dream places his arm in Hob’s hands. His skin, likewise, is marred with a burn where one of the bonds had snared him. It is already fading, and will likely vanish entirely once he returns to the Dreaming.
“Does that hurt?” Hob asks, something tremulous in his voice.
“No.”
“Good.” Hob casts a dark look back over his shoulder at the prone bodies. “I’d kill them all over again.”
“Hob Gadling,” Dream chides, though with no real censure. “Have you learned nothing in your six centuries on this planet?”
Hob steps closer so he’s in Dream’s space properly, almost touching. He meets Dream’s eyes, runs his tongue over his lower lip. “Only a few things.”
“And what things are those?” Dream asks.
“I thought we did the whole, and how are you using your life this time around, Hob? thing already,” Hob says.
“Perhaps I am interested in learning more,” says Dream. He takes his hand back and wipes away a drop of blood trailing down Hob’s temple with his thumb. “Considering it’s being used in service of me.”
“Oh, is it now?”
“Is it not?”
Hob takes Dream’s face between his hands. Dangerous hands, these, and yet Dream wants Hob’s touch all the more. Whatever slow simmering thing has been warming between them since his return has quickened into a proper blaze at the sight of Hob defending him.
Dream thinks perhaps he should be disappointed in Hob. But that is not what he feels.
He sees what will happen next, anticipates their collision the way he imagines Destiny might foresee such things. He sees Hob’s gentle touch, and the wet heat of his mouth. The ferocious love of this dangerous thing he’s had a part in creating.
“Does it bother you?” Hob might ask later. “The violence.”
And Dream might say, “You are speaking to the King of Nightmares, Hob Gadling.”
“It is when you need it to be,” Hob says, and kisses him.
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allineedisonedream · 2 years
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most of the fam finally meeting Duckwing
kinda related to this
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orange-artblog · 1 month
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ichor, blood of the gods / dark cream week: day 5 - statuary
shattered by galacii-gallery
cross by jakei95
dark cream week by @zu-is-here
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