#hiii im back from the trenches

[moliathh]

alucard

[delphi-shield]

I SWEAR I GOT YOUR ASK tumblr obliterated it idk I can't see it ily ANHYHWAY. I must ask, 1 how have you been and 2, what are you thoughts on the new re9 trailer <333

CHUNK MY LOVE.... YOUVE RETURNED FROM THE WAR...

im great now teehee omg im so happy to see you!! tbh work is killing me and also my personal life might explode soon but its fine, its totally fine.

that re9 trailer tho..... icl i was blasted when the trailer dropped, i stopped a movie and made my roomie watch it with me, im hyped as hell. im genuinely surprised they brought outbreak into mainline continuity. the alyssa namedrop in 7 was a fun easter egg but like idk im kinda hopeful. i love the stupid spin-offs they were pumping out in early re. idk im easy to appease with re, i dont really care that the lore isnt bulletproof and i also like it when they dig back and dust off the more obscure games (they should make dead aim relevant, i just think it would be funny).

tbh tho i'm suspicious that this is gonna be a leon game in a grace shaped trench coat and im kinda eh about that. i'd love to see claire or jill return instead but from the trailer it's kind of a slam dunk for leon. not disappointed or surprised, just very 'oh, okay'. high-key hoping its more like ethan and chris either way so that grace can have a game focused on her and then the returning character (if there even is one but lbr) is there to back up and reinforce the plot.

but like on a more positive note if you had told me that was a trailer for a new evil within game i wouldn't have batted an eye and that kinda rules bc i love tew1. the sh comparisons should stay at home and ppl should play more horror than just re and sh LMAO

sorry for gabbing so much i just got excited lol. tl;dr hiii i missed youuu, im very excited abt the new re!! probably gonna filter and blacklist re tags closer to release tbh. how are YOU??

[stevie-petey]

Hiii I stumbled across your come home series a little while ago but it quickly became one of my comfort fics on here. Your writing for this series is so good and it kinda feels like a warm hug? Idk. I love how interactive you are with readers and it’s so nice having a peek inside your mind because I personally love love love characterisation so it’s really interesting gaining more of an insight into character depth (what makes them tick, character background etc).

My question for you if you don’t mind is around your motivations for Steve/Bug/Nancy. I know we’re seeing a little insecurity creep in with Bug relating to Nancy but have you written Steve with any residual feelings for Nancy? Like is Bug picking up on any genuine feelings remaining there that Steve is harbouring for Nancy or is it more genuine insecurity on bugs part atm rather than him actually still liking Nancy? (I do get the vibe from your writing it’s the latter? Especially given that she’s going through a LOT right now. But also, and this is a compliment to your craft, sometimes you feel right in the trenches with Bug like you’re really in her shoes and it’s like WAIT does he actually still like Nancy?)

Anyway - bless u for this series that feels like a warm hug even with the angst. I think sometimes it’s hard to find community on here but your page feels like a comforting space ✨🐈‍⬛

hi dear !!! first of all, describing my writing as a warm hug is so ????? sweet ???? i love you ??????? also i love interacting with yall and giving insight im just happy yall LIKE it lmao it gives me an excuse to yap and i adore yall <3333

as for steve/nancy/bug i can safely say there isnt, and will never be, a love triangle between them (or for bug/jon/steve) !! the love triangle arcs have finished, seasons 1 and 2 were all triangles and messy and painful and i dont want to bring that back for no good reason smh (duffer bros ! take notes!)

buuuuut with that being said, i think its important to recognize how painful and reminiscent first loves are. they will always be a part of you, no matter what, and i try to emphasize this for steve/nancy and bug/jon !! memories and time are very important motifs throughout the story and season 4 is FULL of this ,,, thank u duffer bros for that one good thing <3

so, to summarize: no, steve doesnt have any lingering feelings for nancy, but its complicated and bug is just having a bad week lmao. we WILL however see more of that in chapter 7 ;)

[partycatty]

introduction post!

hiii, i just realized i never actually introduced myself properly, so i'm going to post this here and link it to my masterlist :3

you may have noticed my name was "leon" for quite some time, i just changed it to marley since that is,,, yknow,,, my name :D im twenty years old, and i've been in the fanfic trenches since i was 12 years old (unfortunately). i've been a fan of mortal kombat for about fifteen-ish years? it's been a part of my life for a really long time, but the new release hooked me back in tenfold!

(if you're wondering, i main johnny, scorpion, liu kang, and kung lao :3 i mainly just do towers/invasions since online mk players frighten me and i don't want to be called a slur)

i love to write, and i've been making art for as long as i could remember. i'll probably post both mediums here more often because they're my creative drives teehee! my pfp is art made by me, and it's my sona! my darling dearest sona,.,.

something that's important to note on a slightly serious level is that i have preeeetty bad adhd, which leads me to either pump out fics like my life depends on it, or go ghost for a week or so. i'm here, i'll be here until i say otherwise so don't worry if you don't hear from me <3 moots, ur invited to add me on discord if u just ask btw!

let's see, what else is there to share... i also really enjoy detroit: become human, studio ghibli (i have a ponyo tattoo!), resident evil, valorant, fnaf, and many more!

if you want to see more of my art (though i don't post often - due to change!) you can follow my twitter... (my comms are open... nudge nudge....)

welcome to my little corner of hell, enjoy your stay, and i love you all so very much <3

[missingn000]

HI!!! This is not a real question(unless you count the dumb one), but since I guess it will be more possible for my words to reach to you by tumblr rather than Ao3, I undusted my account hahaha

This comment its about tpg, because I have a REALLY big hyperfixation on it right now, just you know

First - I FUCKING LOVE YOUR WRITING

I think I have never seen anyone use literary resources son damm well, you got me shouting and laughing in total silence in the same paragraph, just to my mouth being wide open with shock the next second- I could speak for hours about thisssss

Second - YOUR CHARACTERSS

How you make them ALL charismatic???Even the ones I cant stand in canon, I will read about them with joy

To take a character that its already as deep as a lake, and make the as deep as the mariana trench, amazing as shit

And the character development??No words.

Third - SUKUNA AND YUUJI

They were my favourite characters before reading your ff, but you see, I really wanted to explore their dynamic, wich is already complex but could be a LOT better, so I look for a ff with that

Then I found tfg, wich is that and MOREE

I could literally read a million words long ff ONLY about them, their back storyes and how they interact with each other, and would never get tired if you were the one to write it

I could never fucking shut up about them, like, never.

Literally me about them ↓↓↓

Btw, can I imagine Sukuna with a terrible british accent? It just makes him more funny in my head lmao

I would say more, but its 2 am in Spain and I need some sleep, maybe tomorrow idk

(If I had any mistakes im sorry, its a mix of my being unable of writing to words correctly unless I do it with a pencil and English being my second language)

HIII OH MY GOODNESS first off, i apologize for taking so long to get back to you -- i've been rotting under a massive pile of Overwhelmed lately, but this message was like a glimmering ray of sunshine in the back of my mind and i'm glad i've finally got the energy to get to it!

AHH I AM SO OVER THE MOON TO HEAR YOU LIKE TPG SO MUCH <33 my writing style has certainly evolved throughout the story, and i've gotten better at waging literary devices like weapons at my readers. it's very fun and i'm happy it has you on a rollercoaster of emotions with every chapter, because believe me, i feel exactly the same

and MAN, IT'S FUN TO KNOW THAT SUKUNA & YUUJI HAS THE SAME GRIP ON YOU THAT THEY HAVE ON ME....i've absolutely loved exploring their dynamic and making it even more deranged, and i look forward to developing it further as we finally reach the comfort in hurt/comfort between these two. thanks for your patience and for sticking around while i'm on break from this, i'll get back to it in time!! and thanks for this kind message, i truly appreciate it <333

[hyukascampfire]

dear ashlynn, it’s your 🌰 — writing from the trenches. ngl life isn’t all fun and games right now and your latest fic brought me lower when i was already down‼️ JK but respectfully, dare i say, what the fuck? the phd king of death yeonjun got in yearning at the university of angst while waiting for mc to be reincarnated? i think every word he uttered pierced my heart. and that scene with the hare towards the end? yeah, i especially hate you for that one (｡╯︵╰｡) i always say this but how do you write this good⁉️ like wdym i’ve purchased books with my own money with unbearably underdeveloped lore whereas the best of literature can literally be read for free on tumblr user hyukascampfire’s blog. can i also mention how well you write tender-hearted and naive fmc’s without (intentionally or unintentionally) dumbing them down? you keep raising my standards in regards to fanfiction and it’s becoming a bit of a problem. also, i’m such a sucker for smut where they’re painfully in love LOL what is hookup culture, haunt me in my next life and make love to me as we greet death together. i’m sorry this ask won’t be as long as the others i’ve sent you before. i’ve actually reread the terrible half-truths of the undead king several times to really absorb the story (read: to let it consume me) and i just love it more every time !!

anyway, have fun at the concert (?) take care and stay safe, as always! love youuu 🌰♡

p.s. night circus and babel mentioned AAAAA i love RFK a very normal amount

HIII CHESTNUT i was waiting on you to read it because i love hearing from you,, and i was so happy when i saw this hehe, i’m sorry it’s late but here we go ^.^

not the fic kicking you while you’re down 😭 no that man literally has a phd in yearning in all my renditions of him, he does not play around. and the hare scene STOP that’s my favorite scene. it’s so bittersweet because soobin still had his whole life ahead of him, but even reincarnated he had to come back and let her know that he’ll be okay. IM SICK. it’s my own opinion that he had an unrequited crush on MC, but shh you didn’t hear that from me.

like wdym i’ve purchased books with my own money with unbearably underdeveloped lore whereas the best of literature can literally be read for free on tumblr user hyukascampfire’s blog STOP STOP IT IM BLUSHING don’t gas me up like this idk how to respond because that is just so insane and all i can do is giggle. ILYSM WHt

also yes!! i do appreciate strong fmcs, but i have a soft spot in my heart for fmcs that are tender hearted, but that doesn’t mean stupid or pushover like they are usually written. i think that being tender hearted can be a strength, and honestly, sometimes normal people are just thrown into situations and aren’t like trained assassins or anything, yk? (ahem, TSFAWC MC. love her, shes so real. me too queen.) and so yes i take this as the highest compliment >.<

AND U ALWAYS GET MEEE 🌰. i do enjoy a good one shot cause those can be some of the best, but i just love intimate smut 😭 i want to see that they’re in love with the subtle stuff, and i love smutty dialogue when it’s pertaining to their specific relationship. like YESS HOLD EACH OTHER FOR THE LAST TIME AS U MAKE LOVE. that’ll get me every time

also omg you read it multiple times??? hello?? ilysm, never apologize again omg i’m just happy to talk to you. no pressure ever to give me long asks (even though icl and say i don’t adore it), i’m just happy to see your face :,) i had a bunch of fun at the concert, tyler is funny asf and vegas was lit hehe!! ilysm baby!!

(I LOVE KUANG and i haven’t read the poppy war yet except for like 100 pages of the first book, i’m scared itll ruin me)

[cohendyke]

8, 9 15 for the ask game :)

hiii <3

8- recurring dream?

ough i have a lot of dreams of leonard cohen where he drops the most crazy insane lines to me while we’re cooking or sitting at a bar and when i wake up it actually does feel like he’s spoken to me. also dreams of/pertaining to my grandfather but those are ptsd related i think… sorry that’s a downer. anyway

9- favourite childhood anecdote?

okay under a cut because it’s kind of long but i promise it’s funny and it will make you laugh!

15- is there a place you consider home?

nova scotia for sure which is funny because i’ve never actually lived there but that’s where my parents grew up. most of my summers growing up were spent there visiting family and my parents friends and my parents always referred to it as home so that’s something i’ve inherited :’) little tangent i think that’s why kate beatons memoir ducks hit so hard because my parents left nova scotia to seek better jobs/lives in alberta but home/nova scotia was so ingrained in them that it was passed on to me. anyway!

okay heres my favourite and in retrospect the funniest thing to happen to me…

the first time i ever babysat my siblings i was eleven (brother was 9 sister was 5) and my mum promised me ten dollars for four hours. the only rule was i had to clean up after dinner and no one was playing outside and no one was coming inside. well about an hour in my brothers friend brady (who was an only child and a spoiled brat) comes to the door and asks “can brad play.” i said no but this kid was fucking relentless so i said okay fine. five minutes then you have to go because no one’s allowed inside. about five minutes later i go to kick my brothers friend out and as im telling him he has to leave he’s bouncing on an exercise ball against my brothers bookshelf and this crib board fell and hit him on the head. me and my brother go “holy shit brady are you okay?” and he’s like yeah i’m fine BUT. it hit his forehead and anyone who’s ever hit their forehead knows that that shit BLEEDS. a lot. so he sees his blood covered hands and he loses his shit and starts running all over the carpeted upstairs screaming call 911 call 911!!! now i knew he didn’t need an ambulance he just MAYBE needed stitches but my dumbass handed the phone to him so he could dial his mum. this fool dials 911 and passes it to me.

okay context break in alberta if you call 911 and hang up you get fucking fined because 911 still needs to come to make sure you’re alive. it’s an insane fine too it was like 1000 dollars back then. and this was on a landline phone so they would have known who did this and who’s house to come to. so i’m on the phone with the operator trying to save my parents a thousand dollars and i think she thought his head injury was a lot worse than it was because she was asking if i could see bone and if he was conscious.. etc. anyway as im on the phone brady and brad have settled on the stairs. brady took his shirt off and wrapped it around his head and was overall acting like he was a soldier dying in the trenches. brad was crying and holding his hand and saying “please ellie don’t let brady die.” and i was like he’s going to be fine…. anyway the ambulances come i ran barefoot to this kids house to get his mum the whole neighborhood is outside our house and im having the biggest panic attack of my life. all my neighbors (including the former nhl player and his wife) were like “ellie it’s going to be okay. accidents happen. everything is going to be okay.” but i knew better because i broke the one rule!!! the police are there because technically three children were left unattended and they called my mum home from her yoga class. she comes home and i’m sitting in our home office and sobbing and i said “i never want to babysit again…” and she was like don’t worry :) you won’t. now i have to go to the police station to prove im not a neglectful parent. meanwhile our house looks like a crime scene because there is blood EVERYWHERE (he went in every fucking room of the house and got blood on every surface. the tv in the living room. my little sisters room. the WALLS. the carpet the floor the couch. etc) because he was running all through our house screaming call 911. the next morning i threw up and i told my mum and she was like tough shit. get ready for school. my dad was on a business trip to houston and he face timed me and i got so excited because his trips were so busy he didn’t get to call often. so i pick up and it was just a call to say how disappointed he was. EVENTUALLY my parents asked me what happened and they felt bad at how mad they were at me so it has a happy ending but man. very edward little coded of me i have to say. like and comment if you made it to the end. mwah <3

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hiii

Idk if you have done this before but a Morpheus x reader one where Dream has been recently set freed and is so touched deprived that when he met up with reader once mode after being separated for a century he can't control himself and it leads to some sexy stuff in which it leads to them breaking the bed (kinda like the honeymoon scene in twilight 🤭)

Just straight up desperate needy Morpheus hours 🫶🏻

Caged

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Dream has made himself believe that he is alone in the world, nothing has further solidified this that being imprisoner for a century. Who'd have thought he'd find warmth in one of the coldest people alive.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (biting, marking, dom/sub dynamic, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, oral [m receiving], edging ig?, unprotected sex, brat!dream idk it just happened, praise kink [uh... reader talks to him like a god during sexy time so]), hurt/comfort ig, reader's so angry HAHAHH T_T, fluff, etc.

A/N: im not in the mood for smut but i might be when i write this. update MINORS DNI hello nonnie i am finally in the mood for smut HAHHAAHHA and i am in the mood to ruin dream's life (: i took a lot of creative liberties i have no idea why i made this so long so i hope you enjoy it my dear <3 another day another 5k smut fml Also i invented a lot of stuff for reader, like giving Morpheus a Roman name so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just just just roll with it along with my most definitely wrong google translated Latin ok? ok. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx anOTHER one (continuation) "Petty And Yours"

"You know," I swirled a watermelon lollipop in my mouth, "you're so pathetic for that."

A breeze blew back my maxi dress and I crossed my arms at the fact I was being ignored by the uncharacteristically warmly dressed man.

The park bench he was sat in the middle off had some fallen leaves that were slowly tumbling down to the ground with the push of the wind. I give him a moment to respond. I huff at his continued silence.

"Earth to Dream?" I call louder.

Still nothing.

"Somnium Regem?"

A bird makes a sound as a large piece of bread is gobbled down its throat.

"Hey! Sulky trench coat man!" I bark.

Finally, the man feeding pigeons turns to me.

His eyes are dull and bright all at once, a shade of glistening blue that had no life behind them. I raise my brows, lips pulling upward in distaste, "you remind me of that bat in Gotham. So emo for no reason," I scoff, straightening my arms, "everyone's parents die at some point."

"Why are you here, demon hunter?" the being grips his baguette.

I scoff again, "I'm here because I like you, baby."

He turns away from me, tearing up bread, haphazardly then dropping it in front of small creatures. I grimace as the birds flock over to the bread like they had nothing better to do-- which they don't.

"I do not enjoy your bitter sarcasm, eight," Dream says pointedly.

I roll my eyes, walking over to him, fingers rolling the lollipop stick sticking by the side of my mouth, "well, if you didn't ask me stupid-" I push his legs together so that I can sit next to him, "-fucking questions, then maybe I wouldn't want to constantly drop kick you."

Dream hastily moves to the side as I plop down next to him, crossing my legs as I lean back and stretch my arm out on the backrest. I look at him as he looks at me. Wind blows at both of our hair. I move his dark strands along with the breeze so that I would not poke at his already glassy eyes.

He blankly stares.

I shrug in expectance, "Domina told me you've been sulking, and that I'd find you here, just like how she found you here days ago."

Dream blinks, "my sister should not have troubled you with needless concerns."

I furrow my brows at his response. I roll my eyes incredulously, "you are so fucking stupid."

He gives me side eye before turning back to his pigeons.

"You know, for someone who should have a profound understanding of the world, you clearly don't know anything."

The Endless hisses under his breath, "silence."

"What?" I give him a look, "don't like that?"

I can see him almost going against himself as not to sneer at my grilling.

I pout exaggeratedly and speak as though I was a child, "wha' you gon' do 'bout it? You gon' kill me now?" I raise my hands and monotonously hark, "oh no help, I'm so scared."

"I do not know why Death sent for you," he quips, breaking his gaze from the birds to narrow his eyes at me. He continues crumbling bread onto the ground.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I straighten and face forward, "that's because I'm the most irritating bondservant she has," I prop my elbows on my legs, "which is effective for making people want to do my bidding in return for me shutting up."

"I shall not leave," he looks to the feeding animals, "I am keeping the pigeons company," he mutters, "they appear... lonesome."

I wipe my hands on my face, pulling the lollipop out of my mouth as I sigh, "intenta et tenera domina." My eyes twitch in annoyance when I muttered 'the attentive and tender lady' in my mother tongue. "I should have known we were playing therapist today."

I shake my head, popping the candy back in my mouth, grabbing the bread from his hand. He turns to me, helplessly watching, unable to fight against me; he knows I'd bite his finger off if he touches me.

"Ever heard of projecting, Somnia?" I hiss, chucking his baguette as far off as I can.

He watches the projectile disappear into a bush.

He glares at me.

Goosebumps form on my skin when he speaks, "visne noctes noctes te affligere?"

Admittedly, the roll and click of his tongue speaking Latin did make me stiffen, though, 'do you want nightmares to plague you tonight?' was a threat so empty to me.

I sniffle, retorting in the same language, "I haven't visited your nightmarish domain since its castle walls began to crumble."

Dream takes his turn to freeze.

I tilt my head, crushing the lollipop between my teeth, "personally," I pull the stick out my mouth, tucking it in Dream's pocket, who does nothing when I do so, "I take enough trips to hell to not want to visit something that mirrors it so well. Not when I'm supposed to be dreaming of heaven."

I can see how my words strike through him.

I notice how his stoic and pale face hardens and loses its color even more.

I continue to egg him on, "I feel bad for your dreamers who think the drab ones the have at night are the best you can do."

I can almost hear the gloom radiate off him.

I purse my lips and stand, "speaking of nightmares, I caught your nightmare once," I place my hands on my hips, "I thought the gruesome serial killing was demonic in nature, so I tracked the killer, only to find it was no other than your Corinthian."

Dream looks at me, expressionless, as I raise my brows, "did you handle him, Somnium Regem?"

The Dream King looks like he does not want to talk to me at all now. I give him a challenging look and needlessly straighten out his coat for effect.

He straightens up, then brings his hands in his pocket, pulling out a skull that had teeth where his eye sockets should have been.

I look at the thing, feeling a swirl in my stomach, "poor In Oculis."

Dream visibly reacts to the Corinthian's old Latin name, The Eyeless.

He remnant of his creation disappears from the palm of his hand, "how long have you gone without sleep?"

I turn away from him, shrugging at his U-turn back into that conversation, "does it matter? I won't die."

"It matters because Somnium Regem is inquiring this of you."

I turn to him and repeat my answer, "I told you, ever since your castle began to crumble, it's just be me, myself, and coffee."

Somnia stands, towering over me, uncharacteristically high, "you have not slept in a hundred years?"

I look up at him with knit brows, "has anyone slept in a hundred years?"

"Then at once you must-"

"I'm not here-" I grab his collar, tugging him down slightly closer to me, "-to talk about my sleep pattern, Somnia. I'm here to make you stop sulking."

"That is not your forte, demon hunter," he brings his face close to mine, "perhaps if you were from the fifth."

"Fuck you," I snap, getting on my tiptoes to near his stupidly high face, "I'm good at everything."

Somnia grumbles something under his breath.

I release my grip on his coat and snap my fingers, "and besides," I raise my arms out to the side. I take one step back and allow myself to fall backwards. I then dip into the portal I conjured in the ground, swinging up until I was standing on the other side.

I turn over my shoulder, finding Dream was already standing there behind me. I grin, "I'm the only person who knows what it's like to be trapped for a hundred years."

Now in the confines of my home, I strut over to my sofa where an axe was placed and consecutively forgotten, "though, mine was eight hundred."

I turn to Dream, who suddenly looked uncomfortable.

I laugh at him, "wow. You finally feel bad for me? You used to be so indifferent when I mentioned that to you."

My eyes zero in on the note on my axe, hissing at the reminder that I meant to put it away last week. I grab the piece of paper, instinctively crumpling it. I instantly regret my innate inclination to destroy, cursing under my breath, then flattening out the thing.

"Make yourself at home, Morpheus," I rub the paper in my hand, "let me just put this thing back where it came from."

I grab the axe and prop it on my shoulder.

Dream does not make himself at home; he instead follows me as I walk to the weapons room. I give him a look, "I guess you can feed the gremlins in the basement if you want."

"I would rather follow you."

I shrug, "ok then."

I make my way down the hall, and open the light in room once I enter, revealing the age old trinkets and gadgets my family has been using since the first generation. I bring the note to a chamber that then seals the object with the rest of the artifacts like it.

Dream further scrutinizes the thing as I walk to the axe holders. "Constantine?" he says after reading what was written on the note.

I grunt as I put away the borrowed item, "the idiot wanted to borrow this," I motion to the axe in my grip, "I told her she can't touch it, touched it anyway, didn't die" I huff, after securing the axe back in its place. I place my hands on my hips as I turn to Dream, "and now I got a thank you note in return."

Dream turns back to the note that read: Thxxx -Constantine.

"Items of gratitude are the best bait for a soul suckers," I say, then pointing to a bunch of dark hued orbs on a shelf before walking over to him, "almost as good as nightmares."

I reach his side as he looks out to his gift to the sixth, the sixth generation of my family, Nightmare Marbles. They were largish glass spheres that harnesses the darkness of nightmares; a demon's equivalent to chocolate bars.

"And you relived your worst nightmare to procure so much bait, eight?" Dream whispers, turning to me with a tense expression.

I give him a look, "didn't you say my grandma from the third generation was also a sucker for punishment?"

"She did not go through her worst nightmare 78 times to make nightmare marbles."

I turn to the shelf, "damn, you managed to count all that so quickly?"

"Eight, this is-"

"What? I'm genuinely impressed!"

I freeze when he calls out my actual name. He rarely did that. In fact, there were only a few people who knew my real name and did not call me eight. Eight, as in I am from the eighth generation of demon hunters from my family. It became my name because, well, I was the only left, which was why I could not die.

I feel my belly roll at the sound. I clear my throat, weakly speaking, "what?"

"I did not gift that to your grandparents only to have you use it to punish yourself."

"Why would I want to punish myself?" I mutters, "I'm not you."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, walking out of the room, "after living out eight hundred years in hell in one fucking day, you tend to instinctively get fucked up in the brain."

I make my way down the hall, and at the end, Dream was there, already waiting for me. I give him a quick look as I pass him, "the nightmare doesn't hurt me anymore."

"Eight," he calls. I do not stop on this account. I do, however, when he asks, "why are you lying to me?"

I suck in a breath, keeping it deep in my lungs. I feel him walk up to me. I feel him take my hand.

I turn to him, sighing and brows knitting at his affection. He is still towering over me, and don't feel like craning my neck up so I don't look at him. I tighten my grip on his hand, "why are you lying to me?"

When I finally look up at him, he releases a breath. I release his hand and get on my tip toes to grab his cheeks. It was as though his glassy eyes were waiting for this moment to allow the tears to fall.

I knit my brows at the unexpected reaction. I sigh at the sight of him.

"I did not lie to you," he responds like a secret.

"Really?" I speak in disbelief as I wipe tears on his cheeks, "was it the pigeons that were lonesome, or you?"

"... both..."

I fall back onto my feet, hands trailing down to his chest, "you're right. I suck at... comfort..." I take the lapels of his coat between my fingers, "only cause I'm rough around the edges. Sorta like you," I hum, raising a brow at him, "except I can admit to it, whereas you-"

I push his chest, making him walk back all the way to the sofa my axe was moments ago. I force him down, and down he goes, bouncing on the cushion. He looks up at me as I pull away and give him a soft smile, "you need that coaxed out of you."

I was meant walk away from him, but he grabs my thigh before I can.

"Non potes exspectare dicere tale quid me derelinquas."

You cannot expect to say such a thing then leave me.

I look at the hand hooked behind my thigh. I raise my brow quizzically, "I have work."

"I am your work," he says, other hand coming to my other thigh, "your Lady commanded you to take care of me."

I snort, grabbing his chin, "no, she told me to make you stop sulking."

"Yes, she did," he hums, hands trailing down my legs, grabbing the ends of my skirt.

"You were literally crying a moment ago."

"You're a tear in my heart."

"That's a twenty one pilots song."

"And I am eager for you to make me stop sulking."

Dream's eyes are fixed on me s he leans in and begins bunching up the fabric in his palms, slowly bringing them up with his hands.

I release a sigh when his hands make it back where it was before, though perhaps a bit higher this time. I place my hands on his arms, stopping him from continuing. He turns stills like a statue before me.

I nibble my lower lip before speaking, "if we're going to do this, we do this in my terms."

His lips instantly curve up in response. He nods slowly, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

I push him back upon hearing that, a lump in my throat forming at the words from my mother tongue. I quickly climb on to him, straddling his legs, fingers combing into the roots of his hair by his nape.

I immediately lock his lips with mine. His hands work much quickly this time around, ripping my skirt all the way up, making me raise my hands so that he can pull my dress off me.

I moan against him when his hands begin to scratch up my back. He moans against me when I grind down on him.

I pull away, catching my breath so I could take my turn in undressing him. He moves to help me rid of his ridiculous coat and when he grips his shirt, I hiss at him, giving him a stern look, "don't spoil my fun."

I then push myself off him and bunch up his shirt in my hand, dragging him all the way back to my bedroom.

Once we're there, I push him onto my bed and crawl on top of him, perching on top of his groin, slowly digging my hands into his sides, underneath his clothes.

I reveal his stomach to me, pressing my fingers down the middle of his skin, "so pretty."

His hand trail up my thighs, kneading at the flesh, humming, "yes," he tugs at my panties, "you are quite exquisite."

I chuckle, lips curving into a smile, "aww, you're going to make me blush," I swat at his hands, "hands off."

He reluctantly obeys.

At this point, I rid him off his shirt and his hands immediately move to come back to my thighs. I swat him away again, to crawl down and begin to attentively kiss his chest.

I sigh against him as his hands come to my sides. I feel the purr-like sounds he produces as I suck and graze my teeth on his muscly pec. I hum in approval when I pull away and see the blazing red mark I left on his burning white skin, "if you morph my art off your body, I will give you nightmares."

I begin working on his skin again when he laughs at my words. I feel the vibration on my lips. He rubs my shoulder with his hand, "a titillating thought."

I look at him from where he was looking down at me and bite down on the side of his ribcage. He grunts in response. I raise a brow at him, "it's a threat, Somnia."

His eyes darken, where mine sparkle.

Without warning, he pulls my head back by my hair, and pushes himself up by his other arm, "who do you think you're threatening, child?"

I wince, chuckling under my breath, "clearly this wanton creature beneath me."

He pulls me back by my hair more as he sits up all the way. I make a sound as he grabs my thigh and skids me closer on him.

Dream brings his face close to mine, nostrils flaring, as if in warning.

I chuckle, licking his lips, "remember, sweetling," I tug on his lower lip, releasing it to say, "on my command."

He sucks in a deep breath.

I raise a brow, "you wouldn't want me to leave you, now do you?"

He sighs, releasing my hair.

I push him back down, clicking my tongue as I do so, "naughty boy," I chastise, "wanting to take the reins so badly."

I begin to undo his pants, holding in my laugh at the visible imprint on him, "maybe I should take precautions before undoing you, hmm?"

I push myself off him and leaning to my side. His hands take hold of my waist as I grab something from my bedside table. I look down on him with a grin as his hands knead at me. I shake my head, "off."

Dream stills.

"Get your hands off me, Dream."

He obeys and so I take both his wrists in front of me. The golden serpent bracelet begins to then slither around his wrists. He watches this contraption shackle him and grunts, "you mock me, demon hunter."

I chuckle, moving off him, "well, you're being quite difficult."

Dream helplessly watches as I get off the bed and walk to the side of the room. I hear him try to rip at his cuffs. I laugh as I grab a silver spear, "that was a gift from Jupiter. Try not break it."

I then plummet my spear at the base of my bed. I wiggle a finger at Dream, beckoning him over, "now come over, beloved Somnia."

He does not struggle as he crawls over to me with bound hands.

"On your back," I say, "hands up."

Dream does just that, rolling on his back, bringing his bound wrists to the spear where the serpent then begins to constrict itself.

"Very good, my king."

The king makes a sound of distaste, which I heartily laugh at.

I waste no more time and quickly go to him, ridding him of his remaining clothing like a kid on Christmas morning.

My lips involuntarily part at the size of him, "fuck. I forgot you made yourself... bigger."

I find offence when he chuckles and croons, "will this be a problem?"

"No," I quip quickly.

"Very good, then," he smiles.

I mock, "very good then."

Once it was now just me, him, and his pulsing length, I begin my ministrations. I crawl back on him and grin, grabbing his hardened member, "not quite a watermelon lollipop but-" I cut myself off and take him in my mouth.

He heavily breathes out and shuts his eye. I giggle in approval over his reactions, one hand coming to my core, already slickened with arousal.

I lap my tongue around him before taking him deeper. I press both my hands on his thighs when his legs begin to stir.

I dig my nails into his hips and slowly constrict my teeth around him as I bob my head up and down him. In a sort of challenge for myself, I make an attempt to take him all. The moment he hits the back of my throat however, I begin to struggle and will myself to relax to further take him in.

When I begin to gag, I pull myself off and catch my breath, leaning my weight into, "you did this on purpose," I scoff, "you knew this would happen."

"I am not omniscient," he laughs, "I did not foresee this-"

"Oh fuck you," I cut him off, "I'm going to fucking make you cry."

Oh, you can bet that he found that funny.

His laughter was cut off when I removed my underwear, chucking my panties and bra to where ever, then mounted myself on him. I am glad I am wet enough to take him in but I cannot withhold the whine that I tried to conceal as I did so. Fuck him and his magnum cock.

Well... that was what I was doing.

Once I am on him, he lets out a moan and the pulls at his shackles, making the snake bracelet glow and constrict tighter on him.

I take my turn to laugh this time around, and my core, which was still busy adjusting to the size of him, flutters around him. I don't say it as self-satisfied as I wanted to, "serves you right."

He calls out my name. It makes my stomach roll.

I fell him slowly rock his hips into me and I push down on his chest, whining at his attempts, "stop! Stop! Give me a fucking chance."

He instantly stops and looks up at me with a worried look, "I apologize, I-"

"Shut the fuck up," I shake my head, "the more you speak, the more I want to fuck you up."

Dream presses his lips into a thin line, but he obeys.

After a while, I allow myself to ride him like an eager jockey.

I rock myself on him at a slow pace. I heave in and out at the overwhelming feel of him. My toes curl at the bundle of nerves he hits every time he fills me up to to my fucking stomach.

I sigh as I rub on my sensitive nub as I press my weight forward. I close my eyes and chew on my lip at the sensations. I drag my flesh out of my teeth as I begin to feel pressure build within me.

"More," Dream whines, craning his head up to look at me.

I look down on him, narrowing my eyes, "pretty boys like you don't ask," I mutter, "they beg."

I push my hands on his chest and lean down to give him a kiss, all while keeping the slow pace of my thrusts. When he meets me halfway to take my lips in his, I dodge him, then rub my nose on his, "I said beg. Beg for me."

He moves his head closer to catch my lips, and I pull all the way back, sitting up again to look down on him in disappointment. He whines, pulling his arms, making my contraption glow and constrict all over.

He drops his head in defeat. I chuckle.

"Beg," I call out louder.

Dream gulps, "please."

"What?"

"Please."

"Please, what?" I cease the roll of my hips, "please stop?"

He heaves, lifting his head back up, ripping at his wrist, "please don't stop."

"Mmm," I nod, "but I'm a little confused, my lord," I massage my breasts, "what exactly should I be doing?"

He watches my hands for a moment. I'm amused it actually distracts him. I chuckle, "Earth to Dream?"

Dream sighs.

"Somnia?" I drag out.

"Move your hips," he says breathlessly.

I hum, pretending to debate his words.

"Please," he adds, making me smile.

I rub my wetness on him, "you mean like this?"

Dream sighs, gulping roughly, "no."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I have no idea what you mean, my king," I pout, making no attempt to give him what he so clearly wanted.

"Thrust into me," he sputters, "ride me like an eager jockey."

I snort, breaking into a laugh. I feel a rush shoot through me. My hands come up to my cheeks, "you heard that?" I giggle, "dirty, dirty boy, listening to my thoughts."

"Please," he strains, pulling at his binds again. He drops his head, huffing, "please move."

"Well, now that you're asking me so nicely," I muse, shifting on him, hands falling back on his chest. I begin to move up and down, slow and steady, emptying out and getting filled right back in with his stiffened length.

He moans in approval, eyes closing in pleasure. I sigh and lick my upturned lips, "better, baby?"

"Yes," he drags out a breath, "yes, thank you."

I groan at his words, moving a bit faster, "oh fuck, that's hot. Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes. Very good."

I whine, "fuck."

As I move on him, I savor his feel, how he's deliciously stretching me out and how my insides were sucking him in.

I momentarily slow when I hear a strained crackling sound in front of me. What the fuck was that?

It takes me about two seconds to realize it was my bracelet. Oh fuck.

I feel my inside flutter at the possible threat literally about to unravel before me. I lick my lips, "you enjoying yourself, Dream?"

He only moans in response.

"That's not an answer, darling?" I hum, slowing down all over again.

His eyes break open and his jaw tenses. I hear a fucking cracking sound. Is that my spear or my bracelet?

"Come on, use your words, Prince of Stories."

"I want you to move faster," he mutters gutturally.

What the fuck, is that my floor?

"Please?"

I dig into the side of his ribs and give in to his pleas. He moans and shuts his eyes again, but the strain on my bracelet does not waver. I watch as the object burns brighter.

I whimper when Dream begins to move beneath me. I tear my gaze from his wrists to his face, scowling at him, "behave."

To my surprise, he obeys, then whispers, "please kiss me."

I coo at his sentiment, feeling my core for him. I lean over and plant my lips on him. I moan at the feel of his tongue sneaking into my mouth.

I bring my grip onto the mattress and begin moving faster than I have yet. I whine and pull away from him to catch my breath, "giddy fucking up horsey."

It takes me a second to realize what I just fucking said.

The next moment, I grunt and find myself giggling. I crack myself up with how wholeheartedly stupid and dick delirious I've become. As I continue to laugh, I find myself slowing to prioritize my amusement while I screw my eyes shut.

I was soon very clear that it was a poor choice.

All at once, there was a loud snapping sound. The moment I opened my eyes, I behold a broken bracelet and a bent spear. Oh, yeah, and he unamused Dream of the Endless that was now slowly sitting up in front of me.

I release a final chuckle.

My sounds go dry as his hands take my hips and he brings his face closer to me, "I do not appreciate the fact you're so easily distracted while making love to me, my dear."

I grunt when he bucks into me. My arms wrap around his shoulders as my voice hikes up with his movements. I wrap my legs around his torso as I mumble halfheartedly, "we're not making love, we're... we're fucking."

He groans at that, moving in to kiss me feverously. I whine when his fingers rub at my core. Dream pulls away, forehead resting on mine, "you mock me so readily."

"Yeah," I huff, "well you deserve-"

I choke on my next words as I plummet back into my bed where Dream takes the reins fully, rocking into at a tempo that pleased him, and, well, me.

I mindlessly call his name, legs and arms wrapping around him as he moderately fucks into me. My bed creaks at his force.

It doesn't take long for him to speed up.

I whine and screw my eyes shut.

"Is this a good pace? Am I pleasing you?" he mutters against my neck.

I open at the sound of his words. He did not speak with the same taunting tone I had. He asks me this in genuine inquiry, genuinely intent on finding out if he was, in fact, pleasing me.

I pepper his jaw with kisses then nibble on his earlobe before replying, "yes, my sweet boy," I moan, "you can move a little faster if you want to."

"I want to," he quickly responds.

I sigh, "then faster, baby."

He moans and kisses me in response. His movements rip out a deep cry from deep within me as he hastens.

"That's it," I struggle, one hand digging into his unruly hair, pulling at it, "you're doing so good for me. So good."

The king growls against me, sucking at my neck, just below my jaw.

"Fuck," I sigh, "dulcis somnium meum."

My sweet dream.

He adjusts me beneath him, hands coming to thighs, squeezing the area as he presses deeper, "you feel so good around me."

My toes curl at his words and my skin breaks out in goosebumps at his hot breath.

"Pretiosum venatorem," Dream dictates 'my precious hunter,' sucking on the base of my throat, "such beautiful sounds."

My breath quickens with his actions. I roll my head back as my fingers dig into his spine.

"Dic quomodo sentio," he breathes against me, "quaeso."

Tell me how I make you feel... please.

"Good," I whimper, "great," I whine, "et stupri magna." So fucking great.

"Beautiful," he retorts, "so beautiful like this, so beautiful beneath me."

I feel myself coil up around him. He seems to feel it too, since his one hand leaves my thigh to rub at my pulsing heat.

He muses to me in Latin. He speaks poetry to me in my native tongue, praising my lips, my breath, my warmth, and how I was taking him so well.

I return his poetry with deep grunts and age old curses that would make the Roman deities shun me in sore displeasure.

And yet Somnia kisses me, practically eating up my vile words like honey and delivers me into pure adoration, pure fucking ecstasy.

I yelp when I break beneath him. I whine and rip at him, teeth digging into his shoulder, legs constricting around him tighter. The sensation is further intensified when I feel him release into me, pace now maddeningly fast, brutal, and delicious.

"Yes, Dream!" I call, helplessly spiraling under him. "Praise to the Dream Lord," I find myself whining in Latin as I ride out my high and quiver out all the breath that's left in my lungs.

He moans, kissing my cheek, replying in the same language, "I accept you adoration." He takes a moment before dragging out my name from his lips. It makes my stomach roll even further and my body tense tighter.

The Dream Lord takes my thighs into his hands again as he rides the both of us through our peaks, brutal yet caring all at once.

I melt into a bag of boneless flesh the next moment.

When he eventually relents, I catch my breath against his jaw, rubbing my nose on his skin affectionally.

Once he is stagnant above me, he turns to me and places kiss on my lips. After a moment, he pulls away and opens his mouth to speak. He doesn't get to however, as suddenly my bed creaks and all at once, one leg snaps and I squeal as we both slide roughly down to the floor.

I cling onto him for dear life as he pushes up against me, both keeping us from falling any further and poking into the root of my womanhood. My mouth releases a lewd cry in response.

I catch my breath as he lifts his head up and surveys the damage.

"Did you," I pant, "fucking break my bed?"

Dream turns to me, lips barely parting, "I..." he starts, "my apologies."

[knahund]

hiii im like. 15 followers away from my goal right now so here's a silly little promo post to convince you guys to follow me so. uh.

i draw a lot. and my art requests are usually open.

i have autism. and not like cool autism about math or radiation but like. 12 year old boy who likes pizza and basketball autism.

i can explain the entirety of tmnt lore to you.

uh. im a bunch of guys in a trench coat and i can guarantee that you'll like at least one of us.

i like disco. and cowboys. and disco cowboys. you know dolly parton? you know harry du bois? yeah.

look please just follow me i'll probably follow you back.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

The soles of his boots thudded and smushed against the grass as he traversed the Human Realm in the rain. Had he known the man he’d wish to see lived so far away, he would have forwent the trip and waited for the next time he visited the Demon Realm; especially since halfway through his walk it began to rain.

“ ‘Go ahead and deliver it to him’ he says, ‘It’ll check off one of your tasks.’ Check off a task, my ass. Carrying this much marble on my back in the rain could have waited.” Nero mumbled to himself, as he mocked the man who currently shelters him. Said person may as well have been a thorn is his side, as he shooed Nero out the door, package in hand. Thankfully he own a bag designed to be able to carry things like this, as long as they weren’t too big.

With the hood of his trench coat pulled over his head, they maneuvered their way away from the bustling city, and towards the neighbouring forests. Truth be told, the package they were carrying was only around five pounds, give or take, but they weren’t necessarily the active type… For a Vampire, they were quite weak.

The booming sounds of thunder and lighting pounded in the background, as Nero approached a rather haunting looking home.

“Wow, how original… This place just screams Vampire if you ask me…” He uttered, as he approached the grand looking doorway. ‘At least the architecture is beautiful…’ The visitor thought.

A mere few inches away from the entrance, the white haired individual raised his fist, giving the door firm rhythmic knocks, as he anticipated who would be the one to answer.

————

[ HIIIIIII AVAAAAA. NERO IS HEREEEEEEEEEE. and finally delivering the bust Richter ordered but never picked up 🙄 man got a statue of himself then decided not to take it 🙄 ANYWAY I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY SKSKSK. FEEL FREE TO ANSWER THIS WHENEVER!! OR FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IT 🫶 | @deciipula ]

// HIII WHINNNNN!! I'm so excited for these two to finally interact, but forgive the lil formal entrance with the servants, i thought it would be some fun SKSKSKSKS. BUT, when Ryuuto hears why Nero is here?? he probably wont be surprised his old man ordered a whole damn bust of himself 🙄😭 AAAA im so excited to interact!!!! <3 <3

Who, indeed... It appeared the answer to that came quicker than expected. A smartly-dressed - though in quite a plain variety of grey and blacks - and blind-folded man silently opened the door, noted the unfamiliar visitor, and sent another unseen person off.

"What is your business?"

Although not blocking the fair-headed persons entrance per se, the servant - as conveyed by the Sakamaki crest adorning his blazer upon a pin - assumed manners of them, regardless of how long their journey was, nor of how tired their feet may have been.

As quickly as he demanded a reason for their presence, however, the servant widened the entrance by stepping aside, despite Nero answering his question or otherwise; The flapping of a few bat wings, however, suggested this change of pace was an order.

"Wipe your feet before you enter, one of the Master's will be with your shortly," He shortly spoke, the darkness engulfing him as he turned back into the entryway of the manor.