#dreampools

[upstairsdownstairsandinbetween]

"Dreampools"

Courtesy: Jared Pike

[cyanideoreo]

You know its been a Kipling sorta week.

[hepcollective]

[hazel-the-bleep]

Enjoying my newly framed #dreampools by @jaredpike.art Absolutely stunning and so calming. #backrooms #liminalspace #liminalaesthetic #liminalart #poolrooms #poolcore #dreamcore #3drender #3dart #blender https://www.instagram.com/p/ClCqJtAvizd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gigi-cleo]

~•° Welcome to the library°•~

-A poem inspired by the dream pools

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~•°| Welcome to the library |°•~

-By Gigi-Cleo

Welcome to the library

Such is a place to end the suffering of a dewberry

Welcome to the library

Here we wish you all that is marry

But watch your step, because of the librarians we are all wary

Now that you are welcomed to this wonderful place

We can finally fix you from being a disgrace

We can finally put a smile on your face

You will be able to choose between multiple voices

But be careful, there is no re-doing your choices

From what you pick today

Tomorrow will always stay

In an endless loop you cannot sway

Maybe you want a voice so harsh

Maybe you want a voice as soft as the marsh

Or maybe you want to be silent; as is the newest posh

But whichever you choose matters not

For your destiny is already tied in a tight knot

You will serve The librarian from now on

Untill the Endless dawn will come upon

Untill the clocks will stop their ticking

Untill the marbles will stop their clicking

And even when all of the sound fades

You will still be in Wonderland under The queen of spades

You will go mad as time goes further

You will go mad as everything falls into a slumber

But at least your soul will have troubles none

For it with nothing has become one

You will have no thoughts outside of the master's plan

Just like here there is no Normal man

You will climb up the tower of books

Making sure they all fit their according looks

So now you are welcomed to take a step back

But only if you want to become The librarian's snack

Now go, venture into the library of the world's greatest knowledge

But just be able to look off the world's border edge

Now you are welcome to the library of all

Now you are welcome to loose your soul, oh so small

-The end

[merakiui]

What abt adventurine noncon while you're in the dream pool....

OMG THIS IS THE DREAMPOOL???????

(⊙_⊙) oh,,,, oh, it's absolutely stunning......... the seashell tub, the ambience, the atmosphere, the colors, the everything!!!! It's so vaporwave AAAAAAAAAA. What a romantic place. <3

T^T I want to play Penacony arc so badly,,, uuuwuaaa it looks so pretty,,,, Aventurine non-conning you in the Dreampool........ soft somno,,, whispering the sweetest of praises while you're drifting in a dream!!!!! Your body responding so readily to his touch by carnal instinct, to his lips on every inch of your soft skin, as if the two of you were made to be together this entire time.

[gemkun]

do you think penacony has a red light district or something cause the place is like the land of sin

[vaporwave]

BAELSOFT: DREAMPOOL EMPLOYEE TRAINING

[ai-dream]

Dreampool 15.

[geoffreyau]

Does your dream backyard include a swimming pool, basketball court, or a screened-in back porch? Whatever it is, I'd love to hear it. Drop a comment below! #questionoftheday #dreambackyard #dreampool #dreamhome #homegoals #backyardgoals #poolhouse #backyardbbq #backyardpool (at Markham, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CifSZo0heZW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyanideoreo]

Pank core

[hepcollective]

[kaasyn]

Should've added "no s3x" rules for the Dreampool

[hotpinkstars]

ESPRESSO - aventurine x reader

- "now he's thinkin' bout me, everynight, oh, is it that sweet? i guess so." or, how does aventurine do when he's in love?

- GUYS GUYS QUEEN SABRINA DROPPED A SINGLE i've been listening to this for days and i needed to write about it sooooooooooo yeah! anyways i'll get to writing probably a few requests tomorrow and wednesday (expect 4-5 posts between those days to make up for my absence) and yeahhhhhh enjoy!!

- aventurine might be a little ooc, mentions of his trauma (so penacony main quest spoilers), reader confesses at the end. wc 1067

Aventurine doesn’t know what to do when he first figures out that the feeling in his chest whenever he saw you was because he liked you. He probably tried to deny it, until Topaz caught him blushing like crazy after you walked away from the conversation you two had just finished. (Even then, she had to tell him, and then he spent a long time thinking that possibility through. She might have been right). 

You plague his visions. Why does he always want something to do with you? Why does he always want to be in your space, but also never wants to see you again? You’ve noticed his weird behavior, considering you were one of the first people he’s ever genuinely called a friend, but didn’t really think too far into it. 

Though, it didn’t stop you from paying more attention to it, that's for a fact. Sometimes you’d pay more attention to his body movements around you, the way he speaks, his etiquette, etc. You and Topaz communicate through it, and it’s a little bit different from his conversations with her. 

You know he can be cocky. Like, very cocky. You know he’s not too afraid to talk back, to challenge someone to a gamble (spoiler he wins), and to be reckless. Though, you also know about his backstory. So you can kind of understand where he’s coming from. 

He’s been pretty open with you about all of the things he’s endured. You know his real name, he’s described how his family has looked, and he’s described his years he endured slavery and what his home planet was like. You know about the Men in Black and the Katicans. And you know how traumatized he is.

Now, you’ve known him for a long, long time before this. You welcomed him into the IPC when Jade first announced his arrival, and you kind of showed him the ropes. He thought you seemed kind, so he stayed in contact with you.

You’ve watched him change, all of his progress through life, the hard times and the good times, and so much more. And that's what gets him the most, he thinks. 

He never realized how much he trusted you until he realized he liked you. You know every single thing about this man, which was the reason why he was rather… nervous when he’d have to communicate with you face to face. He did a good job at keeping up his front he uses to talk to people, but you sensed a slight form of stress underneath all the layers he put up to look tough. 

He lays awake, thinking about you. You’ve made part of his mind your home, and it’s the part he comes back to over and over again. You replay in his mind like a good song that he can’t get enough of- on, and on, and on, and on. 

He does like to bring you little trinkets he finds pretty when he goes out in public to do some shopping. Considering how wealthy he is, he could probably afford to buy out the whole store, so if you even mention something you like to him, he’s on his way to find it for you. He likes to think of it as he’s buying your kindness, but you think something completely different. You enjoy his sudden gift giving, not just because of your gain, but because he thought about you enough to do such a thing. It always makes you slightly blush before laughing while opening the box presented in front of you. He thinks that's the most precious part about your time spent together; all of the opportunities he gets to listen to your gorgeous laughter and see your flawless smile. Topaz, pinch the man, he’s in his own personal dreampool.

Oh, how bad he wants to confess to you, but he’s really afraid of rejection. He fears losing you entirely, fears that you won’t look at him like you always do if he asked if you two could be a thing. He fears you’d think he was odd for wanting you to himself, and that you’d slowly back away until you refuse to even look at his broken, battered form any longer. The thought makes a shiver crawl up his back. He can’t lose you too. 

All this man asks is to find a way to remove you from his head. You’re absolutely tormenting him! Notice how he’s been lacking on his work lately, always caught in a daze when he’s sitting down at his desk? That’s you he’s daydreaming about. He’s no good with his emotions. He knows how to hide sadness, fear, and anger, but he’s never been in this boat before. Love is a whole new concept to him. 

“Aventurine, you’ve been out of it lately. Tell me, is something the matter?” You barge through the blonde's office, not even bothering to knock. You know you don’t have to, he’s never doing anything so significant in that tiny space that it needs to be kept private.

“What are you saying? Nothings up with me,” he drops his pen in the small plaster pen cup you bought for him. “Work has been tiring lately. Nothing to stress over.” 

You plop into the chair in front of his desk, resting your arms on the top and putting your head in between your palms.

“I can tell when you lie. Tell the truth.”

He looks away. What was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t get you out of his brain, and that you’re the only thing he can focus on? That’ll scare you off for sure!

“Aventurine?? You there?” you wave a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze once more. “You know, you don’t have to lie. I already know what you’re thinking.”

His eyes slightly widen, just enough for you to notice. You giggle very lightly before continuing on with your sentence. “You have a little crush, don’t you? Don’t worry, I like you back. Seriously, I do.”

He doesn’t know how to reply to that. He doesn’t know if he wants to faint or make out with you right now. “So that makes us…?”

“I don’t know. We could remain friends, we could be boyfriend girlfriend, whatever you want. I don’t care.”

Well, he believes he already knows the answer he’s choosing.

[hanihaato]

a/n: yandere sunday x female reader, mentions of abduction and incapacitation, drabble

Waking up from your carefully crafted dreamscape has been a little more challenging for Sunday since he got you by his side.

Parting with you is difficult too, but he considers it a real hurdle the moment he wakes up in a dreampool, with you in his arms and always embracing you from behind. In the lukewarm water, your warmth is tempting, and he can feel your heartbeat.

You wouldn’t know how he instantly takes in the sight and gives in to the temptation. His guilty pleasure is pressing his cold lips to your exposed neck as a good morning.

Having you asleep is a fine quality as well; though the thought that almost every bit of your relationship was formed in dreamscape—"so it isn’t real," you argue when you feel cheeky or angry enough to test his limits once again—your sleeping form is an artwork.

There is no hatred towards him in your pretty eyes, and you don’t shy away from his touch. You don’t grimace as he holds you closely, nor do you wipe his kisses when he relishes your lips. Finally, he can kiss your hair, hold your hand, kiss you senseless so that your sleeping body will start gasping for air.

He can’t wait to tell you, once he’s back, how much more beautiful you have gotten over the past months. Your visage in the dreamscape hasn’t aged a bit, but he will tell you all about it: how your hair got a bit longer, and soon he will have to cut a bit shorter, how just you like it.

“Of course, you can do it yourself, my dear darling,” he always promises with that dulcet voice when you demand to let you leave. Sunday promises to show you how to wake up from this fever dream only under a tiny condition that always makes your voice hitch and heart clench painfully. If you sign that wedding contract that lies in your room, he will kiss you awake.

A few minutes after he told you this, you found out the contract doesn’t burn in imaginary fire and is from a funny material that hardly tears apart.

Your captor has the power to organize the ceremony with a snap of his fingers if he ever wants to. No one would ask for your opinion, as your status is nothing compared to Sunday’s.

And while he presents it as “his graciousness”, to have you sign your name whenever you will finally make up your mind, you know it’s solely for his delight. Now, what could please a man more than a lover willingly submitting herself to him? Nothing, as the stakes are too high: free will and pure love.

But don’t worry. He might be cold and controlling, but you could never call him impatient.

You can be sure Sunday will still be by your side when the insanity finally takes over you, and you decide to sign that damned contract.

Take all the time you need. It’s not like your nightmare will end when you wake up.

[akutasoda]

songbirds

synopsis - sunday can't help but form a slight crush on a beautiful voice from among the reveries halls

includes - sunday ft robin

warnings - gn!reader, reader is a halovian, fluff, slight angst, sunday listens to reder without them knowing?, wc - 1k

a/n: as mentioned before in a post on my blog, i don't write male reader. but this idea was too good to pass up so i just made it gn! additionally this anon made a second request with some aventurine ideas so expect that tommorow! this is a screenshot of the original request as i don't want to spoil the next idea :)

surprisingly to some, sunday did roam the halls and lobbies of the reverie quite often. he was apart of the family and so he liked to know what was happening outside of the dreamscape aswell as inside - especially if soecial guests were due to arrive. he was also often accompanied by robin but today she had her own business to attend to smooth out details about her performance in the upcoming charmony festival. and so he doubted his presence was needed.

on some various occasions he had heard visitors checking out or current visitors talk word about a lovely melody heard from some parts of the hotel. at first he assumed the reverie now offered a greater range of music and this was the current favourite. and so he didn't think much when he heard a similar melody gracing his ears.

it was a tune he could only compare to his sisters own lovely song. he practically became entranced the more he listened and so he stopped and listened to the entire song. he only broke free from this trance when the melody stopped and he heard footsteps grow more distant. this meant that the melody belonged to a person no?

sunday must admit that over the very short time he had stopped to listen to the melody he had become rather addicted. he wanted to hear more but unfortunately he hadn't caught who it was so he was at a wits end. his best hope was to return tommorow in search of the person who produced such a sweet melody.

you were a halovian that used to work amongst the dreamscape and helped with various affairs. however the family had requested you change your space of work into the reverie and instead help manage affairs their - so now most of your day included wandering around the various halls of the reverie.

you had built a hobby for yourself of humming or singing when doing daily tasks alone. you weren't fond of doing so infront of others however. the halls of the reverie were often empty as most visitors spent their time asleep in the dreampools and so you often could be heard singing among them as you never thought anybody would hear you.

sunday had finally managed to find time to exit the dreamscape and search for the owner of the melody he heard the other day. he wandered the halls of the reverie after not finding the owner where he found them previously and eventually he heard a very faint but familiar voice, he followed the voice until it was as clear as anything.

over multiple days and eventually weeks, sunday had made a routine of tracking down the voice that enchanted him. he had figured you worked at the reverie as he had heard the bellboy, misha, call for you multiple times - which was how he learned your name - and it seemed highly unlikely that somebody would stay for this long at the reverie.

but something was different today, instead of one melodic voice he heard two. one of which he recognised instantly as his sisters. robin approached you earlier that day and embarrassingly told you that she heard from others about a beautiful singing voice heard within the reverie. this made you terribly embarrassed as you never thought the guests of the hotel could hear you.

she eased your worries slightly by instead complimenting your voice and natural talent for singing. however you only became more embarrassed when she asked to hear it herself,even though she offered to sing alongside you. your worries eased when you finally decided to sing alongside her.

sunday really couldn't help the pang of jealousy that consumed him. how come his sister got to hear you sing comfortably around her? he knows he hasn't exactly been forward with his habit of listening to you, unbeknownst to you - sometimes he did think he was being kind of creepy. but still, all he could feel was jealousy and a longing that maybe you'd sing around him like this.

robin knew her brother was hiding something. he disappeared frequently and told her he was 'running errands in the reverie', she knew he was lying. but she never brought him up on it until she saw him retreating from your direction when she bid farewell from you. oh now she knew. and oh how she couldn't help but tease her brother about it.

he felt as if he had been caught doing a heinous crime when his sister asked him about you. he felt even more embarrassed when she figured out that you had no idea he was listening and as creepy as that sounded she unfortunately knew why he had no choice. but it was a difficult situation because there was no way either of them could tell you that sunday would regularly listen to you.

instead robin decided to lend her dear brother a hand and offered to atleast introduce him to you officially without letting you know that he had listened to you multiple times. but meeting you only made his admiration for you increase as now he had developed sort of a major crush on you. robin could only stare at her brother in awe at his awkwardness.

sunday would then come to toil day in and day out over you. your singing was a blessing to his ears that would replay over and over in his head until he listened to you in person. slowly but surely he would come to realise that he truly couldn't get his feelings across to you in person and so instead he wrote a letter.

a letter that he would then come to leave for you in your room at the reverie. and as your eyes landed on the letter on the table in your room, a letter accompanied with a familiar greyish feather, you knew immediately who it was from. and as you read it, a smile would grace your lips as you placed it carefully back upon the table and rush to find the man you'd happily take as your lover.