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I’m scared.

y’all I’m feeling so hehe haha right now

*proceeds to toss my characters into hell and drag them across burning coals as vultures feast on their emotionally-scarred and rotting bodies*

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It’s such a crime they never fully show Dreamfyre in the show. Absolute crime.

Helaena Targaryen and Dreamfyre. 

I can’t wait to see Dreamfyre better in S2!

[A Song of Ice and Fire / Fire & Blood / House of the Dragon fanart]

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what do you need?

valaemond prompt for @dren-whalen​: “soft smut: maybe one of aemond’s cases is too emotionally taxing and he can’t talk about it, valaena just takes care of him all night” (18+)

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shaera velaryon and aemond targaryen in green lies, black hearts | helen of troy and paris

“do you ever wonder what it’s like losing what you cannot be without?” - overcome by skott

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@the-darklings kinda reminds me of the anon that said wanderer and dream were divorcing and Corinthian is the child that wanted to go with his mom cause dad’s being stinky

he’s holding his hair so it doesn’t get in his mouths eyes

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Sounds like you too @the-darklings

I know exactly what I'm doing

(my heart shattered too while writing it, don't worry)

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The makings of Star Fall

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“…he is home now, he was missed, he was so, so missed. In that moment there is no vengeance or guilt, not even emptiness. Not when you fill all of it.”

This made me so weak at the knees! The visual is so real to the point that I felt the little hairs on my skin stand up! GAHH! I’m blushing so much!

(During the period of rebuilding the realm.)

Dream finds Wanderer alone in the library mending books of dreams almost forgotten or lost. He helps grab a book she is trying to get but out of reach - an “almost neck kiss�� scenario ensues.

_(:3 」∠)_

Please help me out I’m dying here.

Imagine Wanderer feeling him at her back, a breath away, his own soft exhales at her neck; tingling the skin, creeping up each and every nerve until the sensation tingles and races in a hot, rushing avalanche down her body.

His arm is above hers, his hand next to hers, their fingers nearly grazing, and it’s a bit like having ranging star at her back. Burning with so many things unsaid and gestures uncommitted. All Wanderer can do is stare at the shelf, breathes suspended, shallow.

While all Morpheus can think of is the curve of your neck, the way it’s right… there. Warm and inviting and for the first time in centuries he burns with the need to lean down and places his lips there, selfishly mark the spot, breathe it in, taste the heat and humanity imprinted there. It won’t need to go further than that, simply his lips and your flesh, and he would simply breathe and and rest and remember he is home now, he was missed, he was so, so missed. In that moment there is no vengeance or guilt, not even emptiness. Not when you fill all of it.

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An excursion

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ARE U FILIPINO

Why yes I am, loud and proud! Who wants to know?

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Hi, I absolutely adore tibyim I know lots of people have said it but you really capture dream so perfectly and I am loving reading the whole story and all of your drabbles. I also love your additional things like your playlist and Pinterest boards. The whole picture you paint is beautiful and I just wanted to let you know that. I know you are accepting some requests for drabbles but if you could possibly do one for dream saying “I don’t think you understand the… effect you have on me.” (From the Pinterest text posts for dream/wanderer 👀). Please don’t worry if not I just love all of your content for this fic, thank you for all you are doing and this whole story is helping me deal with a lot of personal stuff I have going on atm and I just wanted to thank you for adding some rays of sunshine into the world. ✨

pea-sized because i'm about to head off and shower. I've been a bit :/// these last few days, so apologies for the slower replies/interactions. not proofread. We die like Corinthian's lovers.

“I do not think you understand the… effect you have on me, Wanderer.”

Your mouth wobbles, resting agape while you process his words. It's rare for Dream to cut you off mid-speech—rarer, still, for him to do so with sudden, quietly fierce declarations.

"I was just talking," you mumble, your brows knitting at once.

"Yes, quite so," he agrees quietly, still peering at you intently.

Your mouth presses together this time, reading the small tells. Details you've come to decipher in him the way one may solve a puzzle. Dream of the Endless is near impossible individual to read. A tall, severe, often sullen paradox, unmoved in his iron-like convictions and stubborn ways.

Nearly, but not entirely.

Balancing on your heels, you prowl closer, your hands falling to rest behind your back. You stop right before him, gazing at him from beneath your lashes. A small, playful smile plays across your mouth, and Dream's chest expands with a silent, rather telling breath.

"And what effect may that be, Dream Lord?" you ask.

Your faux-innocent, coy question is met with a dry: "A highly vexing and a deeply distracting one."

Your mouth shapes a small 'o'. "Then I'll speak no words, offer you no smiles, and bestow no kisses upon you. It would be rather disastrous if I distracted one of the Endless so terribly. How selfish of me."

Dream's features ease slightly at your teasing, the tiniest of smiles edging across his mouth. "Most selfish indeed. But I'm afraid I will have to renegotiate."

"Oh?" you prompt with a raised brow. "Which part?"

Dream takes a step closer, and the space around you fills with him. The Dreaming, as always, moves with its Lord and cold night, dry books, and daydreams in their sweet, velvety softness wrap around you. An arm around your waist, a steadying body pressing into yours. Endless. With power, few could ever match.

"All parts," he replies.

Your smile widens, your fingers knotting in the lapels of his midnight coat. "Rather selfish of you. If Dream King wants a kiss, he needs only ask for one."

"Nicely, I presume?"

A small hmm vibrates in your throat, implication laid bare, and Dream's silvery, glowing gaze darkens. "Stardust..."

You slant closer, holding him by the lapels, and Dream's soft exhales kiss over your mouth. He leans into you as you did, his grip around you constricting, fingers knotting tighter around you though his features betray little of his internal struggle. You veer left at the last moment, just when heat grazes near your parted mouth, instead skimming your lips across his cool, hollowed cheek. You linger there, imprinting love and devotion there.

This close, Dream's exhale is shuddering, near pained, but it's hard to judge if it's frustration or elation or a wicked mix of both.

"Yes," you hum happily as you pull away, releasing your hold on him. "It would seem I do have quite the effect. I'll be sure to abuse it in the future. You can never escape my evil wiles now."

A deep, rumbling sound builds in Dream's throat. He sweeps his coat around you abruptly, and your delighted, knowing laugh is lost in the pockets of the universe.

You don't make it to bed. Not any tactile version of it anyway.

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Map of The Stars

I'm very pleased with how this one turned out. Wanted to make it look all magical and dreamy, so I hope it does

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I was surrounded my classmates when this dropped and I didn’t want them to think I was crazy. And I forgot to reblog it but honestly, these vines are true.

I….did this cause I was bored lol. Basically the tiybim characters as funny vines.

I know destiny and wanderer didn’t interact much so you can interpret their vine as like destiny is reading wanderer’s…. prophecy? And wanderer’s not getting it lol

Anyways hope this makes you laugh ✨🥺

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THIS IS SO ADORABLE! I WISH I HAD TALENT!

(this is so incredibly self indulgent but i had to get it out of my system) its wanderer and dream from @the-darklings fanfiction tibym because the brainrot is real my dudes

(i had this image in my head of Wanderer helping with the delivery of a child while on one of her adventures and Dream just tags along and stands around bc thats very him)

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I CAN’T EVEN! I nearly screamed in the change room!

The prompt is in Morpheus’ POV. Kat did such a good job instilling the intensity that is Dream into this whole prompt! The way he looked at people in the show is the whole prompt except this time it’s towards his beloved Wanderer. Chills!

The wording is on point too (ai would quote more but no copy ):

“…Eyeing you intently, drinking in the slopes and lines of your figure.”

I would quote but it’s not letting me copy and paste, but like I said the man is feeling feral once he sees Wanderer in his coat. Like bruh 😏

His creation. His…

“Wanderer.”

Then other than the taunt tension displayed, these’s also the fluffy and playful moment between them. I GO FERAL FOR THAT! She teases him! And he allows it. Plays along with it! They certainly had a good night.

I live and love for these prompts so much. These are such treasures cause they’re bits and piece of affection and are residuum from the big explosion that’s gonna be Dream and Wanderer finally getting to talk and really properly confessing what they’ve been feeling and ignoring to stay within their comfort. These are built over so many years of trust, friendship, and affection!

Hat’s off to you @the-darklings!

❛ if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop. ❜ for dream/wanderer please ✨

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader (wanderer)

wc: 791

notes: used up the last prompt from my initial reblog, so keep an eye out in the future since I might reblog another list. for now, enjoy some Sexual TensionTM and playfulness between the duo.

dream & wanderer series: part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

Morpheus doesn’t enjoy games. He doesn’t permit himself childish fancies for idle amusement, suitable only for wasting time.  

His siblings—Desire, at least, though Delirium, too, no doubt—would point to him being dull. Vapid and concerned only with the state of his own affairs. It is not an altogether wrong conclusion. He places his own, their wellbeing, and the safety of his dreamers above all else. Oftentimes even himself. 

You have taught him, century by century, value in a different types of games. The tantalising, heated games of fleeting, charged stares and transient touches that leave even one such as himself… wanting.

Desire would be delighted by his blatant liability. However, it doesn’t feel much like weakness right now, following your figure several paces behind. You speak no words, heave no sighs—this is a game, and a thousand years have made you quite adept. Perhaps those early days by Desire’s side taught you much—too much—and if it weren’t for the devotion unmatched, for all those trials passed, Morpheus might find it discomforting. Even suspicious, for his sibling has meddled plenty in the past. 

“Wanderer.”

The castle is shadowed at an hour this late, with muted sounds of slumber and rest. Time passes here but does not match that of the waking world precisely. Right now, his creations rest. He senses each one, restful and at peace under his protection. 

Only one remains, he thinks wryly, eyeing you intently, drinking in the slopes and the lines of your figure. Restless and light-feeted, you push ahead steadily as the waves that lap the shores of the Dreaming, a dark coat sweeping over your figure with each step taken. Quiet pleasure reverberates through his chest at the vision. His creation. His…

“Wanderer.”

The title rumbles deeper from his chest, his fingers curling at his sides. Two weeks, walking other realms and meeting other creatures, all but absent from here. You greeted him earlier with a light peck to his cheek—there and gone in a blink, and now an entire day has stretched by and…

“Is something wrong, Lord Morpheus?”

Your words are light and impishly innocent, and Morpheus warps from one step to another, cutting distance through raw matter making up the Dreaming. What Morpheus so painstakingly moulded by hand and will so long ago, it’s hard to remember what or who he was back then. Before you.  

His arm settles around your waist, loose but unyielding, halting you both in a sweep of causal power that leaves you shuddering in his embrace. 

“Lord Morpheus?” he echos, quietly displeased. “Since when?”

You don’t turn or shift in his hold, and this steely patience might as well be his older brother, Destiny, for it is equally impressive and... frustrating. The silent corridor is barren apart from you and him, and Morpheus tightens his hold marginally, sensing the steady warmth from your body seeping into his own. His head lowers, breathing deep, his mouth settling lightly on your shoulder. 

“I missed you, Dream,” you say quietly, and his breathing slows, listening attentively. “I always miss you. Each second I’m away.”

You spin in his hold unhurriedly, his head lifting from your shoulder. He leans his head closer be face to face with you. Your breath fans his lips, warm and sweet, and Morpheus’ fingers sink a little deeper, a little more greedy and intent. Your mouth ghosts over his chin, your nose skims his cheek, and his eyelids flutter close. 

Patience. It’s about patience, and Morpheus is old; he has it in abundance. He knows this game.

Your words are a loving murmur, “Would you kiss me, Dream?”

“If I kissed you,” he rasps. “I do not think I’d be able to stop, stardust.”

For you are a great many things, but his self-control is tested by your mere presence. And why should he deny himself lips sweeter or more loving than yours? The love he senses in your smiles and touch alone are enough to mangle him. After so long, this. 

A velvety, lingering kiss brands the corner of his mouth. Hot, loving, piercing and all-consuming. The simplicity of it is devastating, precious. 

“I don’t want you to stop,” you breathe. 

He drags them to the side, to the shadows that chase at their heels as the Dreaming ripples, and your quiet laugh is caught in your throat, hands clinging to his shoulders and coat, body-to-body. 

“You lose,” you whisper in a sing-song voice, victorious. 

And it suits you, that victory, that glow, and for that happiness, he can bow his head. Alone, for the only one he truly needs. When it is you and him, he can afford it. 

“For you?” he breathes, grasping your face, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. “Every time.”

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Yo, this is so simple but so effective. It’s making me tear up. I love these two so much!

Their words hang heavy upon their shoulders, may you reduce the weight one day, Kat?