#and I'm a simple creature

[ameiniateria]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Clay | Dream/TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream/Sam | Awesamdude, Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream/Luke | Punz, Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream, Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream & Sam | Awesamdude Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Luke | Punz, Alexis | Quackity, DreamXD (Dream SMP), Nightmare (Dream SMP) Additional Tags: Inspired by Apollo and Daphne (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Pandora's Vault Prison, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, dream/tommy -- doesn't actually happen, but is thought about in some detail, Anarchist Syndicate on Dream SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade Owes Clay | Dream a Favor (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade Has Piglin Instincts (Video Blogging RPF), Author is a Clay | Dream Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Stalking, Sleep Deprivation, Consensual Possession, mostly - Freeform, Extended Metaphors, Flashbacks, Lowercase, only in flashbacks dw i know what i'm doing, Recovery, Rape Recovery, dream is fighting it tooth and nail, but goddamnit he will get better, eventually, Bad Ending, with that being said Summary:

"with a right hand placed on the / trunk feels that her heart still trembles under the new bark, / and having embraced the branches as limbs with his own arms / he gives the wood kisses, and the wood shrinks from the kisses."

- Daphne and Apollo (Ovid's Metamorphoses)

After a decade (more or less) abandoned in Pandora's Vault, completely alone, Dream escapes with the help of a god and a demon, hellbent on getting revenge on his server for what they did to him. But things are far from simple, as he barters with both them and his own broken body for more time alive -- and only get harder when he calls in a favor with an old friend.

Because his Warden is hunting him.

Only one two  question (s)  remains: how long can he keep this up?

And is he really still in control?

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Next chapter of HeartBark is out! This one was fun haha

[kurbiismind]

Oh hey,

I think I've cracked the code

[fleursial]

[zetterbabe]

hydrating (03.05.24)

[shmobugsbrainrot]

gfs,,, aughagauh

plus close-ups for if y'all want matching pfps (please credit me if you use em tho!)

[scificrows]

The feed ID doesn’t need to say anything other than what everyone else’s says, just name, gender, and…” She trailed off. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. - Martha Wells, Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot art I used is the official cover art from the French edition of ASR)

[eldritchblep]

What's sexier than wizards? A tiefling wizard who moves between realms studying planar travel, astronomy, ley lines, and who makes things happen. I love Planerider Ryn with my whole heart, your honor. 

[sky-kiss]

Cold Cuddles

A/N: I am cold. This is self-indulgent. Not checked over. I'm in a work meeting lol.

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Raphael/Tav(Reader) GN

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“Look at you,” and the tone suggests you shouldn’t expect anything sweet or particularly endearing to be forthcoming. It’s just this side of catty. The devil leans back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach. He looks elegant. Not in the least bothered by the weather outside. “Looking less a mouse and more drowned rat tonight, my dear.”

You shoot him a dark look. It’s not even heavy rain, just mist; it’s the omnipresent cold, seeping deep into your bones. You can’t remember the last time you felt warm. 

And that’s a lie. You absolutely remember. The devil played an integral part. Raphael cocks his head to the side, grinning. Some moments you wonder if he can’t read your thoughts. He can’t, of course, he’s not Haarlep. It’s just centuries of experience manipulating and reading mortals coming to bear. 

You move towards him. Raphael shakes his head, holding up one finger in warning. “Your sorry state does not preclude proper manners, pet. Make yourself presentable.” 

“What qualifies as presentable?” 

“You’re a clever mouse. Use your imagination.”

You purse your lips, cold making you irritable. He prefers this; Raphael likes to toe this line, controlling your pleasure and frustration, playing on it like a maestro. Power is as arousing to them as lust or nudity. You strip out of your sodden clothes, lingering by the fireplace. You could call for the maid to run a bath, but it’d take too much time. Simpler to towel yourself off and redress. Feeling a touch spiteful, you rifle through the trunk of clothes he’s brought along. You tug on one of his undershirts, sized for his larger cambion form. 

Raphael arches a brow but says nothing. The curl of his lips suggests amusement. The devil pats his lap. “Come. Attend me.” 

“Attend you?” You grumble, but it’s barely a protest. He is warm and broad, and you are still cold. The scent of cherries and musk surrounds you, the lingering scent of his skin and perfume. His shirt is a finer material than you’d ever wear, comfortable. Your knee fetches against his. The devil teases the hem of your stolen shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “What have you done today? Safe in the room.” 

“Mm, so many wayward souls have visited. So many contracts signed, but I shan’t bore you.” He loves to bore you, loves the sound of his voice. He’s holding back only because he finds the day tedious. Raphael’s hand curves over your waist, drawing you into his lap. The devil shifts and adjusts you until he’s comfortable. Raphael speaks against your temple, lips and breath warm. “There we are. As if you were made for me.” 

There are things you could say; you could protest the note of possession. But why? You’re comfortable. It’s easier to pluck the book he’s been reading from the side table. You hand it back to him, settling back against his chest. 

He likes to read to you, preening. It’s a language you don’t recognize, but that’s perfectly fine. It washes over you, halfway lyrical, along with his warmth and his scent. Tomorrow, you’ll likely return to your more combative relationship.

For now, why question the devil’s whims?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Keep Being Amazing!!! (sorry I drew this with my mouse. I was too lazy to get a real pen.) I hope you have a wonderful day!

[jessicas-pi]

y'all got me all hyped to do more merfolk AU art so I finished the Love's Lights scene

[prettylesbianprincess]

Sitting in the passenger seat, yapping away about nothing in particular when she puts her hand on my upper thigh and suddenly it's been ten minutes since I said a proper sentence

[krisssssssy]

i've never played an MMO before FFXIV and the levels of anxiety i get when forced to do content with other people oh my god

like damn maybe i should just watch the cutscenes online because i can't handle this lmao

[stargazerlillian]

Two nervous imps with some bad news to tell their boss. I sense third degree burns in their very near future.😬

(Don't tag as ship)

[soupbtch]

ummm. my fic is done.

[ultra-phthalo]

I was having a very serious life discussion with my sister on the phone last night. I decided to lie down on a grassy hill and my favourite cat just turned up and decided to walk all over me.

I was lying on my side and they just stayed glued on top lmao They're so sweet and absurd. I had to draw that moment.

[blacktobackmesa]

Benry at the Bistro