#dream genders

[archival-arrival]

Dream and Sleep themed Gender List

listing for @w-onderhoy

genders related to sleep, being sleepy, dreams and dreaming. includes soporine/sleepy in nature genders, good and bad dream, daydream and nightmare genders

does not include genders related to the creator dream.

AiDream, AmneDreamic+AmneDreSafeic+AmneDreUnsafeic, AmoriDallic

BlackHoleDream

ComfortDream, CyberDream, CuteDream, CatDream, CleriDreamic, CryoSleepic+SleepyStellar/SleepSpacic+SleepyColdSpacic, CozyBlankic

DaydreamDeity, DreamSaint, DreamGender, DreamerIsh, DreamFicGender, DreamGender/LiminalGender, DreamGender, DreamVoidBorn, DayDream, DemonDream, DivineDream, DoggyRainic, DreamTravluic, DreamBodiment, Dreamic, DayDreamic, DayDreaMagian, DayDreamGender, DreamIdol

EyeDream, EscapeDream, EternalDoomGender

FlowiEamic, FloodDream, FallDream

GenderDream, GardenDream, GoreDream, GenderSleep

HorrorDream

JelloNightmareIsh

KittyNightGender

LiminDream, LoverBoyDream, LoveDream, LadyDream, LullaStaric

MechDream

NightmareGender+Nightmareic, NighRammic, NightMooNarchic, NiComfian

OceanDream, OnieroGender, OnieroLexic

PrinceDream+PrincessDream, PastelDream, PupDream, PoisonDream, PupSoporine

RoyalDream, RoofTopDream, Reveyn+MalaReveyn

StormDreamer, SomnoSpectric, SleepWitCatGender, SleebyPlushBunGender, SurDreamGender, SpaceDream, SlasherDream, SleepyDream, SleepyFrilled, SleepLovCuddlic, SomniLoveic, SunNapCatGender, SoporinePresentic, SoporiCatBoy/SoporiCatMasc, SoporiCute, SleepGender, SubSomnusAlicaFeelic, SleepInertiac, SleepySheepyic, SheeSleepic, SoporiCatGirl, SleepyMagiGender, SleepyOtterGender, Soothic, SleepyPastelGothic, SleepyZombiDeric, SomnOllisGender, SleepyBunGender

VoidNightmaric, VoidDream

WarmKittyGender

YandereDream+YandeGireDream, YandereDayDream

more can be found in the related tags!

if theres any sleep or dream related genders you know of that i could list, please let me know!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I expected nothing less from a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops, with gentle hands and a heart of a fighter

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[attackurheart88]

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.”

"Do you really really love me?”

They stop what they’re doing and turn to look at you. An audible sigh is heard.

“If I come over there and kiss you until your lips fall off will you shut up?”

[mikichko]

just waking up delirious from a nap but cant get rid of the idea of price being interrogated by your friends.

night after your housewarming party, he steps out of your room bare chested and sweatpants low on his hips and finds your friends waiting for him.

they’ve never seen or heard of this man before. you only introduced him last night as john. the only indication of anything between the two of you was a constant point of contact between you two all night.

the questions start right away. name, age, occupation, how you met, what his intentions are. it’s all very entertaining to him, being on the other side of an incredibly juvenile interrogation attempt.

he takes it in stride though, not faltering for a moment as he starts to make himself a cup of coffee. price. ignores the age question, honestly kids these days lack decency and decorum. government worker. met at a bar. just trying to be a good man.

they don’t miss the way he doesn’t fumble through your kitchen. instead, moving through it with precision, knowing where every single item is.

and then finally, “what are you to them?” asked by the one in the back with curls, broad shoulders, and anger in his eyes that warms price all throughout. he doesn’t know he’s already lost.

he takes a sip of his coffee, mulling over the question and the last few months. shared drinks in the dark corner of an already shady pub. carrying your groceries in after you nearly tripped over yourself walking out of the store. books traded back and forth on park benches adorning a pond. stories repeated over a hot plate of dinner, the warmth softening john just a little more. your nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, his mouth peppering kisses against your neck and mouthing words he can’t say out loud just yet.

he smiles against the rim of the cup, taking another swig.

“i’m, their caretaker.”

[epsilonplus]

please reblog I am deeply curious

[little-pup-pip]

Cherry Blossoms!!

[markiemelon]

hiii, can you do something with jaemin? like a college friends to lovers?

breakfast

genre. fluff, crack 🍞

pairings. jaemin x gn!reader

falling asleep at your friend!jaemin’s place wasn’t your intention.. yet, there you were, knocked out on the couch. you eventually woke up, disoriented and sore, while the smell of burnt toast polluted the air. on the other side of the open room, jaemin stood behind the kitchen counter, preoccupied with scraping char off the bread slices. he perked his head up once he heard you rustling around. “oh. you’re up.”

“what time is it?” you yawned, reaching for your phone, only to find it cold and dead.

“it’s like 10 or something—” his tone was casual, and it threw you off.

“jaemin!” you jumped to your feet. “i had a class at 9!” you continued, “i told you to wake me up if i ever fell asleep here again!” you ran to the bathroom, looking for the toothbrush jaemin got you last time.

his expression became one of shame, like a child being scolded by his mother. “i know, but you just looked so peaceful…”

this isn’t the first time this has happened. more often than not, jaemin invites you to hang out after class.. so you usually find yourself leaving with him to walk to his apartment… you just can’t get enough of him.

once you get there, you hope for a productive afternoon, maybe crank out some assignments. but instead, you end up talking to him all night. you’ll eventually glance at the ungodly hour on the clock, and think, "just 5 more minutes. i'll get going in 5 minutes." 5 minutes turns into 5 hours... and next thing you know, the sun is up, you've slept through all your alarms, and you're grabbing your things to rush out.

“i need to go home-” you pat your hands around the couch, looking for your purse, tossing around the blankets and pillows jaemin put on you while you were asleep.

“wait.” he interjected. “when’s your next class?”

“at 1… but i still have to go home and get dressed...” you sighed, slumping onto the stool at the kitchen island.

“you still have plenty of time to eat breakfast...” jaemin said, nudging over a plate of toast that was grilled to the point of no return.

“jaemin…” you laughed. “im not eating that.” you eyed the dish, and a chill went down your spine. “i’ll just have some cereal.” you helped yourself to his cabinets in a search for a more edible alternative.

sitting across from jaemin at the table, you crunched on your cereal while he picked at his burnt toast… his pride wouldn’t let him throw it out. “so do you wanna come over again later?” he waited for you to chew your food before you replied.

“jaemin, be for real.” you set down your spoon. “i can’t keep coming over on weekdays. i lose track of time and fall asleep.. i can’t keep doing that.”

“why not?” he said, mouth full. “why can’t you fall asleep here?”

“i don’t have my stuff here! no skincare, no clothes…” you counted a finger for each point you listed. “and by the time i wake up, im late, and i still have to go home and get ready...”

“well then.. why not just bring stuff to stay the night.” he cleared his throat. “pack your clothes and skincare and whatever… plus, you already have a toothbrush here.”

“do you want me to stay or something?” you took a sip of juice, eyes peeking over the cup.

“i just like having you around...” he picked at the toast some more, but had yet to actually taste it.

you thought for a moment. “yeah sure.” you shrugged, ignoring the way he just made your heart flutter.

“wait really?” he looked up from his plate.

“i mean… i guess it’s not a problem as long as i bring stuff to stay.” you said, getting up from your seat to go wash your bowl in the sink. jaemin followed right behind you and draped his arms over your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. “then can you bring stuff to stay longer than 1 night?”

jaemin has always been a pretty affectionate friend, so you didn’t think much of the hug… “maybe i could stay until the weekend..”

“just until the weekend?” he squeezed you a little tighter.

but was he always this clingy?

“na jaemin, when did you get so clingy?”

“well these days, i…” he stopped himself.

“these days, you...?” you hummed, tugging on his arms that were still embracing you, urging for him to finish his sentence. you began swaying side to side ever so slightly. “let’s just stay like this for a minute.” he cooed, catching on to your rhythm, rocking in the silence. he really gave the best hugs. after a moment, he disrupted the stillness of the room. “move in with me.”

hearing him say that so bluntly made your heart drop. flustered, you turned around to face him, his arms now resting on your back. “all of a sudden?” you laughed.

“mm.” he nodded his head to agree, looking at you so endearingly. he gradually inched his face closer to yours, and you didn’t mind.

“jaemin.”

“yeah?” he answered, just inches away.

“are you trying to kiss me right now?” you teased, as your gaze wandered from his eyes to his lips.

“are you gonna let me?” he teased back. you couldn’t hold back your smile, and he basically took that as confirmation.

he didn’t have to lean in much more before his lips were touching yours. your eyes fluttered as his hands gently met your cheeks, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“what are we doing?” you whispered in between breaths.

“just enjoy it.” he reassured you.

and for some reason, his words really put you at ease. in that moment, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. you reconnected your lips, and let yourself fall more in love with your best friend than you already were.

his smile forced him out of the kiss. “so does this mean we can have breakfast together every morning?”

you scoffed at his remark. “maybe if you learn how to cook first…”

@lovesuhng thanks so much for the request!!!! such a cute idea. hope you like it!!! (reqs always open)

[everkidco]

It's time for a cosy calming neutral Little day playing inside! ☁️ Which outfit would you like to wear? ⭐🦖🦁🐻

You can shop the t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, bodysuits and shoes on our Etsy store! ☀️

[beaulesbian]

Morpheus & his short coat in the Waking world vs long coat in the Dreaming + bonus: arriving to vs leaving from Hell

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had to pick a gender and the three options were Man, Woman, or Comrade.

[dreamkidddream]

While demon and angel eyes seem super pretty and unique to us, to Lucifer they are the definition of ordinary with their linear gradients and vivid colors.

Even the most plain human eyes on the other hand probably seem exotic and stunning despite their limited color pallette, with how the colors move outward from the pupils and the subtle streaks and flecks giving them unique patterns.

You kept wondering why Lucifer was staring at you.

You thought that maybe you did something to irk his nerves- were you suppose to do something for him and forgot? Did the Anti-Lucifer League attempt to pull off another scheme and he thinks you had a part in it? Either way, you were trying to wrap your head around what you could have done- even if you swear that you didn’t do anything to annoy him this time.

But the look he was giving you wasn’t one of anger or irritation- it was one of fascination.

You never took Lucifer as one to lose focus- let alone zone out on something- but you found him to do so every time he was near you. It made you a bit nervous, only because you could never get a read on what’s really going on in his head.

It wasn’t until late one night when his crimson nails lifted your chin, tilting it up to where you could look no where else but at him. “Human eyes are so interesting.”

“My…eyes?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Lucifer nodded and moved to cup your cheek, ruby eyes crinkling. “Yes, especially yours.”

Your eyes weren’t as expressive in your opinion. The demon and angels you’ve seen are far more striking than your boring ones- they gleamed and shined like jewels, while yours was just…plain.

Lucifer chuckled at your expression, “They’re so intriguing- far more than a demon or angel. Are you familiar with the phrase 'the eyes are the window to the soul'? Human eyes say so much, yet leave enough to make me want to know more.”

He leaned in and smirked when he saw your eyes widened in response. Your breath hitched and your pupils dilated when his thumb gently pulled at your bottom lip.

“You can��t hide anything from me, MC.” His lips brushed against yours.

And I want to know everything you have to offer.”

[neowonderland]

Addicted || l.jn

Summary: Jeno's the heir to the Lee Corporation but night after night, you find him in your room hungry for you Pairings: Vampire Jeno x reader Warnings: 18+, dark content, implied(?) noncon, smut Wc: 0.7k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

“It was your fault, really.”

That’s what Jeno whispered into your ear after the first night he fed on you, his blood stained lips pressed against the shell of ear. That was the first and only time Jeno had spoken to you despite the amount of times Jeno has fed on you since then.

You tell yourself it’s not your fault, that it’s Jenos. It’s not your fault that you had taken the shortcut back home from your work at the Lee Corporation. It wasn’t your fault that you had found a man slumped over on the sidewalk. It’s not your fault you were worried about a man who looked sick and pale. It’s not . It’s not your fault that later the man, Jeno, had showed up inside your home to bite and feed on your blood.

Jeno knows you won’t tell anyone about him, you’re far too isolated and secluded. You care too much about your job and your financial stability. Besides, who would even believe that the famous head of the Lee Corporation had been breaking into your home in the dead of night to drink your blood? 

It used to happen once a month, randomly where you’d be awoken by Jenos weight pinning you down and then the pain of his fangs piercing your throat. Then, once a week. Now, every three days. 

You hate him, hate how he’s disturbed your peaceful life. You hate that you’re burdened with his secret. You hate how he invades your space. You hate the pain he inflicts on you. You hate how he’s so quiet, never talking, never making an attempt to soothe you before or after he bites.

You hate how he forces your legs open, how he never preps you, fucking into you with too much strength. You hate how he pins you down, shoving your head into the mattress as your tears soak the pillow while your sobs rack your body. You hate how weak and small you feel against him, how easily he’s able to overpower you and do whatever he wants to you.

Jeno knows you hate him. You minimize any sort of contact with him when he stops by to supervise your department. You don’t even spare him a glance, avoiding eye contact and being alone with him, doing everything in your power to not give him any sort of attention. You don’t try to speak to him or praise him like the other workers and your boss, instead opting to stay silent and look away. 

Still, that never stops Jeno’s late night visits to your home, nor does it stop your tears from falling when you see him arrive in your room late into the night.

‘You’re not really his type, you’re just accessible,’ is what you tell yourself. ‘He’ll go away once he finds someone else.’

What you don’t know is that Jeno’s secretly addicted to you. 

Your blood is like a drug, sweeter and more addictive than any sweet or alcohol. Just the taste of your blood puts Jeno into a blood-drunk haze, calming Jeno’s thoughts and mind until he’s left with a pleasant buzz. It’s hard to limit himself and prevent himself from coming back to you when he’s not supposed to. He knows humans are fragile, that without enough blood you won’t be able to function. 

Jeno’s addicted to your tears too. He loves the way your eyes become red and puffy, loving the redness of your nose and cheeks and how your sobs rack your body. He loves how you try to suppress your sobs and wipe your teeth and snot, trying your best not to show him any vulnerability. How you try to hide and stay neutral towards him.

Jeno also finds your body cute, your soft sweaty skin against his while he ruts into you. He likes how much weaker you are against him, how easily he’s able to manhandle you to any position. He likes how your hands grip against his forearms, struggling to stabilize yourself. He likes how your nails dig into your palms when he bites you and your bites against the pillow to muffle your scream. 

Jeno’s addicted to you and night after night, he comes back to torture you.

[leehallfae]

“i think there’s something about being a young woman that feels very murderous. that’s what i was trying to get with a song like ‘dream girl evil.’ it can be dangerous for people to think you’re incredibly nice. when you get, ‘you’re an angel,’ that seems like such a high place to fall from. when i see messy or violent or terribly behaved women, especially young women, there’s a liberation. to not have to try and survive by being good.”

— florence welch on her song “dream girl evil”

[eggdrawsthings]

just wanna draw this panel, that's all ✨