#dream was taken imagines

[zootzezy]

out with the old .

[stardusted-bookworm]

"Hob?"

Hob Gadling smiles, eyes tired. He loves that voice so much.

"Hullo, Dream." Even to his own ears, his voice sounds slurred, tight with exhaustion.

"It has been many a night since I've seen you in my kingdom last. Are you well?"

Hob chuckles. How far they've come. "Yeah, I'm all right, love. It's just been difficult for me to sleep recently."

Dream hums, seemingly upset on his behalf. "Your new neighbor."

It wasn't a question and yet he answers it like one.

"Yeah." He sighs. He doesn't know if he has the strength to continue.

The bed dips gently as Dream settles beside him. Hob hopes this liberty will go unpunished as his head rests upon his friend's shoulder. Dream briefly stiffens before relaxing, accommodating the new touch with relative ease.

"She's young," Hob continues. "My neighbor, I mean. But these walls are thin, and after a couple nights, it becomes difficult to stay asleep when all you can hear is the clicking of a keyboard and shouting at a video game."

Silence reigns over the apartment for but a moment. Then, the noise Hob had talked about begins to fill the space.

He smiles. So tired, he's so tired.

A hand threads through his hair, gentle, soothing.

"Sleep, my friend. I have you. None will disturb you as long as I am here."

And what could Hob do but listen? Dream guides him down until he was resting on his lap. Lithe fingers continue to brush through Hob's hair, lulling him to sleep.

The best and most continuous night of sleep he's had in such a long time.

[bloogers-boogers]

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[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Something hilarious that no one has mentioned is when Deadpool drags Wolverine into the TVA, leaves him on the floor. Then after a bit of monologueing Deadpool gets zapped to the void, and Wolverine just stands there like 'bro where'd you send my bf?'. Like he's known Wade for less than five minutes but was concerned when he popped out of thin air.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

«i had a dream about my funeral tonight» carlo after moretti's murder, who sometimes wonders if the same fate will befall him

«I sullied my youth with the most vulgar of dreams: In black cars that look like big turtles Shouting out over other people's thoughts in their skulls I'll have a dream about my funeral The bitter rubber of drunken saliva stretches and stretches, a stubborn thread And it ends, thinning When it ends, I'll be gone too Find me, find me, find me under the fence Eyes, eyes, eyelids, lips Black flame» ^ won't link the song but here's the other one that may fit the mood i guess. anyway it's a good song

«Dad, the kids are out in the yard They're burying a bird Not a pigeon or a tit Dad, give me two rubles I'll throw it in the pit Dad, we're family Don't be dramatic

Dad, my collarbone's been hurting all morning Somewhere in the middle of the yard There's a bird buried Dad, give me some milk I'll pour it in the pit»

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

it does something incomprehensible to my little writer’s soul whenever alex articulates a phenomenon of the writing process i’ve always picked up on and then goes on to describe it in exactly the same way

[vv-ispy]

anyway my other venti's history shaping how he is headcanon is that as a wisp he was rarely taken seriously — people are kind to him and will put faith in him due to his being an elemental being, but between a little wind wisp vs a storm god, the wisp isn't doing much they're in the middle of the archon war, great strong gods are getting struck down all the time. (Even later as a god he's seen as the weakest god, possibly the god with the unlikiest of origins out of a group who were gods and powerful being before reaching archonhood)

But the bard treats him not as a contender, not as a god candidate, not even as their hope to take down Decarabian but as a friend.

So he doesn't take himself seriously either, he knows he has the power now yes but habits remain and he doesn't want to be a tyrannt, and in the end the most impactful relationship in his life will always be the bard who treated him not for his role or his potential but as a friend to love and cherish and understand

[lemongogo]

[scarskelly]

[hanzajesthanza]

Pretty fucking place, isn't it?

i always think about the fact that while in beauclair, geralt's hanza lived in the palace lying that they were nobility, travelling incognito... what that meant for angoulême, whose only ask was to be made a countess... i like to think that she enjoyed her time in beauclair then...

spiritual successor to this gwent card edit

angoulême model 🏰 icewine mod

[ador3him]

omg what about being friends with dream and him being in denial abt having feelings for you but then someone just openly says like “oh, yeah y/n’s definitely hot. like- dream! you’re friends with her right? would you mind putting in a good word for me?” I LIVE FOR JEALOUS DREAM

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, KINDA SUGGESTIVE BUT DEF NOT NSFW also not proofread

requested? yes!! i actually combined 2 requests! because they were SOOOO similar this was the second one: "maybe jealous best friend dream?? angst from dream being jealous to fluff?? maybe a forced confession??"

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i love karl i just didnt know who to put as the second person so i used karl im sorry guys :(

“Welcome to the stream! Woo this is great, what the heck,” y/n laughs a bit at the chat spamming and delaying every couple seconds. “Today fellas we are going to be joined by the one the only Dream!” their voice raises at the announcement of Dream’s name. “Hello guys!” Dreams voice pops through the mic as he appears from out of frame. “Wow chat loves me more than you, y/n,” he jokes laughing as y/n gasps whacking him softly on the stomach. “We also have another special guest in my house and on stream today,” y/n smiles widely as Karl appears from where Dream did. “Karl mother fucking Jacobs people!” they scream giddily. “Woo! I am here people!” Karl says really close to the mic.

“y/n stand up for a second,” Dream whispers to them as Karl loads up Spotify to play some background music. Before y/n has a chance to say anything when they stand up Dream sits down and pulls y/n onto his lap resting his arms around their waist and onto their lap. “Dreams trying to seduce me guys help,” they laugh leaning back onto his chest a bit. “What the,” Karl turns around to see what the commotion is. His eyes are fixated on what is happening, causing Dream to tighten his grip around y/n’s waist. “Should we start?” y/n suggests holding their hands out for Karl to drag them both closer to their desk. “Today chat us three are going to be playing Just Dance!” y/n says in a funky voice making Karl laugh and Dream again tighten his grip around them, like they were a stress ball or something. “Okay to play this we actually have to be standing believe it or not Dreamy,” they start forcing themself out of his death grip laughing, making Dream smile a bit.

“Thank you, guys, so much for watching! If you have been here since we started, I am sorry you had to watch 4 hours of us idiots but if you are just tuning in don’t worry, I will be making a YouTube video with clips soon! I am going to raid uh, who is streaming, Foolish! Have fun watching Foolish, mwah!” y/n waves goodbye to the camera before turning it off, Dream and Karl had already left to get them three dinner leaving y/n alone.

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The car ride home from getting the takeaway was dead silent expect for the soft sounds of Dream’s music he was playing on AUX. He’s borrowing y/n’s car and didn’t want to mess with the radio. Karl sat in the passenger seat scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “Its so quiet,” Karl laughs a bit awkwardly. “Sorry,” Dream mumbles turning his music up slightly.

Karl begins to tap his fingers on his knee to the song, which seems to annoy Dream. What now he’s going to take his music taste. “So, Dream you know how we are here with y/n right?” Karl asks the obvious. “Really? Didn’t notice,” he replies eyes focused solely on the road ahead. “Well, I think they are so beautiful, and I was wondering if you could maybe put in a good word for me. Just because you have known them longer.” His voice never wavered sure his friend would do this for him. “No,” Dream replies pulling into y/n driveway. “W-what?” he looks over at him, but he is already out the car with the takeout bags.

“Y/n, come here please,” Dream calls once he enters their house, Karl following a couple feet behind him. “What’s up Dreamy,” y/n walks around the corner in Dreams merch hoodie and bike shorts, his eyes soften a bit, he places the bags down and walk up to y/n. “You’re mine, right?” he whispers once he is close to them. “Yours?” they look up at him. “Mine, no label but mine,” he clarifies. “Not Karl’s, not Georges, no one but mine,” he’s eyes flicker from their eyes to their lips. “Totally yours,” they whisper so quietly he could almost not hear it. “Good,” he leans down and kisses their lips, his hands softly holding their cheeks as if they would break. When they both pull away y/n smiles, “You got jealous of Karl didn’t you,” they laugh. “Shut up,” he pushes them away a little before pulling them back by the waist.

[all-timelee]

Because I wanted to || Dream

//I literally have not been able to get this man out of my head since his face reveal. This is just a quick little fluffy piece I cooked up, hope you enjoy!!\\

Warnings: None (I think??)

Word Count: 759

Masterlist

You huffed, attempting to gain the upper hand as Clay’s hands poked into your sides, forcing a loud laugh to slip past your lips. Soon he stopped tickling you and was looking down at you with a shit eating grin on his face. “Told you I was stronger,” he spoke, his eyes sparkling with mischief that had you rolling you eyes in mock annoyance.

“Fight me.” He let out a chuckle, making no move to get off of you. You were stubborn, refusing to accept that you had lost. “I’m starting to think you just like me pinning you against things, darling.” His voice was teasing but there was an underlying truth to it; Clay enjoyed being close to you.

You choked on your breath, cheeks heating up as you looked anywhere except for the dark green eyes boring into yours. “You wish.” You couldn’t keep eye contact, shifting uncomfortably as he laughed once more.

You heard him sigh deeply above you before his hands left you, moving up to cup your cheek. Your body seemed frozen in place as he leaned forward, bringing his head down slowly until his forehead met yours. His breath brushed across your skin causing goosebumps to appear over your whole body.

“Can’t win this one, huh?” he whispered, his thumb running along the line of your jawline. Your lips parted slightly as you felt his warm breath hit your cheek, your heart pounding faster than ever. When he finally closed the distance between the two of you your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the soft press of his lips against your own.

His mouth tasted sweet with honey and mint; everything about him was so soft, and you craved even more of his touch. It wasn’t long before he pulled back with a small smile on his face, leaning his forehead once again against yours.

“Why did you do that?,” you complained softly, trying to catch your breath from the short kiss.

Clay hummed thoughtfully, pressing another quick peck to your lips before pulling away completely. You could feel yourself blushing madly, trying to hide it in hopes that Clay wouldn’t see how embarrassed you actually were.

“Because I wanted to.” He chuckled lightly, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and brushing his thumb across your cheek. He took note of the slight pink color spreading across your cheeks, smiling when he realized he had done something you hadn’t expected.

He had captured you perfectly, capturing every part of you and keeping it all for himself. “W-what does that mean?” You were sure you knew the answer, but you’d give anything to hear him say it.

“It means… that I want to be with you,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his face. You tired to fight the wide grin that pulled at your lips, but you ultimately lost, beaming up at the man. His eyes fell to your lips momentarily, admiring your happy expression.

“Really?” Clay rolled his eyes fondly, giving another small smirk before cupping your face once again.

“Yes. Now come here,” He murmured, his lips pushing against yours once more. Your fingers moved to grab onto his shirt, holding onto him as he pressed further into the kiss. Your breathing was heavy, your heart racing. You couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been thinking about you too.

Eventually the two of you broke apart, resting your foreheads together once more, both smiling uncontrollably at each other. The tension that had built up between the two of you finally melted away, replaced by the love you’d been longing for.

You let out a surpised shriek as he rolled the two of you over, his arms holding your body against his with your head resting against his chest.

His chin rested atop your head as he wrapped an arm around you securely. He pressed one last kiss to your temple before settling himself, enjoying the closeness between the two of you.

“What are you thinking about?” You breathed out quietly, trying to calm your racing heart.

He hummed softly, his grip tightening around you slightly, as if sensing what was going through your mind.

“Just wondering why we didn’t do this sooner,” He admitted, his voice low. “I’m just glad it happened,” you replied, taking one of his hands in yours.

He hummed in response. “Me too,” he said after a few moments. Neither of you talked for awhile, enjoying the silence of the moment and enjoying the way you fit perfectly next to him.

[jekyllnahyena]

so.

learned about rosquez

what the everloving fuck

[lovinggreeniehours]

what if i were shown a semi-prophetic dream of a kingdom i was destined to inherit and you were there and we apparently got married. and you held my hand and wanted to go collecting seashells and have a picnic on the beach with me. bro what does this mean

[pink-lemonadefairy]

siren without seunghan SM eat shit you fucking suck i hate you

[snail-of-fire]

ophelia and ruby constantly steal jane's clothes, they're just so comfy and they do miss her a lot when she's at work for long hours.

yes this is yet another fanart for my OT3, this time i'm on domestic JR poly brainrot so.... here we are. it's sketches cause i got too lazy and tired to do anything else to do it so... sorry? ANYWAYS LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

jane and ruby both belong to the wonderful @lacunafiction

Bonus under the cut:

Jane got home late and fell asleep next to them (not the most comfortable though miss-back-pains 🙄)