#would dream give his name?

[outoftimewriting]

we did that with 15min of screentime and vaguely homoerotic energy, i'm proud

[somereaderinblue]

Deadmeat Rem AU

We've seen Twin Swap AUs & recently, I've thrown my own hat (re: Purple Hyacinth AU) into the loop. However, upon rereading @lost-technology's Survivor's Guilt fic & going through our dms, I propose a more unorthodox role swap prompt:

AU where Vash & Rem swap places.

Vash is a Plant engineer who became a SEEDS navigator after losing Alex (he can be Vash's bf or relative in this AU). He's there when Tesla is born & has to live on after her (murder) death (which was his fault, he should've been better, should've done more, fought harder, they were gifted an angel & they slaughtered her). He's the goofy dad who's there through the twin's formative years, desperately trying to be better because he knows his best isn't & never will be enough.

And okay, I'm spitballing a bit here, but imagine: how would this impact Rem? The poignancy of her character comes from her role as much as her personality. In canon, she seemed to be an only child, so how would having Nai as an older brother affect her? How would she handle the Humanoid Typhoon's role? We, as the audience have only known canon!Rem through the 1 year Vash spent with her & snippets of her past, so how would her 150 year life span go?

Or if you want to shake things up further, maybe Nai & Tesla swap roles too. Maybe Nai is the one born first. A boy Plant who could produce metallic material, a weapon at worst & a tool at best. They name him Knives so no one forgets that & Vash nicknames him Nai to say 'no, I do NOT agree with that!'.

Thus, Tesla (maybe with electricity powers??) is the one who decides to end humanity because god forbid women commit crimes /j. Is this is also lowkey inspired by @shelternmberone's Roleswap AU? Yes. GIVE US MORE VILLAIN TESLA AUS!

If you want to go another mile: maybe Luida & Brad take Meryl & Milly/Roberto's places as Ship 3's residents & investigative reporters/insurance agents respectively.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, the sky's the limit rlly, which is the whole point of AUs like this.

[just-french-me-up]

*cracks knuckles* I am dying for some dream x reader! From the second link: ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜?

Rating : Smut | E ( as in ExcusE mE 👀👀)

Pairing : Dream x Fem!Nameless!Reader (3rd person, no (Y/N))

Tags : Established relationship | PWP with feelings | 1.7K

Author's notes : This prompt kinda got away from me and got way smuttier than expected. Oh well... Enjoy! Feel free to yell at me afterwards (please do yell in my general direction)

There was a soft knock on the door. She smiled to herself as she picked her earrings from the vanity and turned towards the full-length mirror. The Lord of the Dreaming might not need or ask for permission to enter dreamers' most intimate thoughts, but he did make a point of announcing himself around his palace. Even if it meant knocking on the doors of his own chambers.

"Come in."

She barely had time to put on one earring that Morpheus' reflection had joined hers in the mirror, leaving the door untouched. She briefly looked over her shoulder, greeting him with a warm smile.

"Welcome home, beloved. How was your sister?"

Dream stood behind her, his dark frame envelopping hers in the mirror.

"She is well. I am to give you her fondest regards," he said, absently.

His mind seemed elsewhere. As she slipped on the second earring, she noticed his gaze in the reflection, travelling up and down her body, as one gazes at art. A quiet smile danced on his lips. Gods she'd missed him.

"Perhaps I should leave more often if you are to greet me like this when I return."

He planted a kiss on her shoulder, settling his hands on each side of her waist, feeling the fabric of her dress, one of his creation, one she knew he felt particularly proud of. She melted into his touch, allowing her back to rest against his chest.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She gave out a small sigh. He wouldn't be pleased, but there was no dancing around it.

"I'm afraid we've received an invitation."

Dream's reflection frowned slightly.

"An invitation? From whom?"

"Desire."

An expected displeased groan rolled out of his throat.

"They said the Threshold was ours to visit whenever you would be available," she added, only worsening his sullen expression.

"Must we?" he complained.

"It would be impolite to refuse, unfortunately. We don't need more tension between you and your sibling than already exists."

Morpheus rolled his eyes and gave her shoulder another, though significantly more frustrated, kiss.

"I have barely set foot in the Dreaming!" he protested against her skin. "Am I to obey my sibling's every whim now? I have my kingdom to attend to! And you! I don't wish to share your company with anyone else just yet!"

His annoyed gaze met her eyes in the mirror. She rested her hands on top of his, in a comforting touch. She couldn't help but find him endearing in his discontent. And terribly handsome.

"I missed you," he grumbled, kissing the top of her nape. His breath sent a warm shiver down her spine, leaving her skin yearning for more.

"Oh, have you now?"

"Immensely."

Oh just to hear him say it... She couldn't hold back the resquest burning her lips.

"Show me then."

Their eyes met again, Dream's now alight with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Gone was his disgruntled pout, as it was quickly replaced by the hint of a playful smile.

"Pardon me?"

"Show me how much you missed me," she repeated, holding his gaze intently through the mirror.

At once, Dream tightened his hold against her waist, his hands shifting to her hips as he pulled her firmly against him.

"It is a dangerous game you're playing, love of mine," he murmured in her ear, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Is it?" she teased, a familiar warmth flooding through her at his touch. His gaze had been reverent before, but it had shifted to something darker. Hungrier. She could feel her heartbeat racing from its intensity alone.

"It would make us late," he reminded her, though he did not sound concerned in the slightest. Eager was more accurate. "Awfully late."

"Surely you haven't missed me this much." She could feel her throat getting dry with every word. The warm breath blowing against her neck was the sweetest of torments.

"I shall prove you wrong, then."

Promptly, Dream wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her to the nearest piece of furniture he could find. She found herself pressed against his desk, before he lifted her up on it. Relieved sighs escaped them both as their lips met, quickly replaced by more feverish sounds, each kiss more demanding than the next.

Her fists closed around the lapel of his coat, tugging him closer. There was a need within her, an urge to feel him, to reacquaint herself with the touch and the taste of him. Morpheus responded in kind. His hands hooked behind her knees, he pulled her hard against him, drawing her gasp from her.

"I once asked you what your thoughts were when we were apart, remember? he whispered against her lips.

As he spoke, one of his hands travelled up her thigh, fingers scorching her skin, while the other cupped her cheek. He ran his thumb over her lower lip, the softness of it clashing with the fierce kisses he'd offered her just a second ago. Short of breath, her head spinning, she hummed in response.

"Shall I tell you mine?"

His fingertips danced on her thigh, only adding to the heat radiating from her. She could feel him hard against her, his desire as obvious as her own.

"Please do."

The small smile he gave her was nothing short of devilish. There was power in his words, he knew it. They could undo her as well as his hands could. No, better. For his words would haunt her, catching her off guard days later, leaving her as flustered as she had been when she first heard them. As flustered as she was now.

"When my mind wanders it always finds you," he whispered, his breath dripping with lust. "Visions of you. Your body underneath mine." His hips rolled against hers at an excruciatingly slow pace, enough for her to feel all of him through his clothes. "I can almost feel you when I picture you writhing against me, your pleasure almost unbearable. You look exquisite when you surrender to it."

He stole a kiss on her lips, the hint of his teeth accentuating her already laboured breathing. Her frantic heartbeat echoed furiously in every part of her as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her ear.

"You feel so heavenly when you're about to come, my love. I could lose myself in the memory of it all day long. Picturing how helpless you look when your trembling body is about to give."

A quiet moan answered his words, the heat of them matching the one consuming her flesh little by little.

"Morpheus..."

"My love?" his affected innocent tone was as frustrating as it was alluring.

"I want you to show me," she panted. "Make me feel it. All of it."

She was lifted off the desk before she could realise it. When her back hit the mattress of their bed, all the fabric keeping them apart had vanished, leaving their skins burning against each other, their heaving chests meeting with every breath.

Dream's hands explored her body, his fingertips running over the curve of her breasts, brushing over the tip of her hardened nipples before continuing their journey to draw her waist and hips. She wrapped her legs around him, waiting for him to push inside her, but Dream decided otherwise. Gently, he turned her over on the bed, her stomach against the sheets.

"I wanted to look at you," she protested.

"You will, I promise," he reassured her, pressing multiple kisses against her shoulder blades.

Her frustration was forgotten as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. His hands holding her hips, he pushed slowly inside her, a hoarse sigh companying his thrust. She pressed her forehead against the mattress, welcoming the sensation with a pleased hum of her own.

"Look up my love."

She forgot to listen. Lost in the feeling of him, she kept her face down, focusing on the pleasure growing inside her with every measured thrust. She felt his skin against her back as he leaned forward. One of his hands left her hip to tip her chin up gently. When she looked up, her own eyes stared back at her.

"You wanted to see how much I've missed you," Dream breathed heavily against her, his eyes burning into hers through the reflection of the many mirrors now surrounding the bed. "Let me show it to you."

It was the strangest thing, seeing the effect he had on her. How flushed her cheeks were. How her body responded to his. How arousing the sight of her own pleasure was. Dream quickened his pace, his eyes hardly ever leaving her, only closing them when the sensation of her got too much to bear. He threw his head back once, exposing his neck, breaking out a deliciously low moan, and she thought pleasure would overtake her at the sheer sight of him.

"Look at you," he told her breathlessly. Each thrust was harder than the next, getting her closer to her climax. "How could I not miss you when you look at me like this?"

She moaned loudly into the sheets, unable to hold his adoring gaze. Any second now, she could feel it. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. A series of warm, languid kisses travelled down her back, making her whole body shiver.

"Let me see you," he said, the pleasure in his voice making it awfully close to a plea. "I want to see you when you come."

It took all of her strength to look up and meet her reflection. He was right. She did look helpless, alluringly so. All it took was another thrust and she came undone, her eyes drowning in his. Listless, she couldn't help but watch as pleasure washed over Morpheus soon after, his lips parted in another wanton sound she couldn't get enough of.

Panting heavily, they both fell back onto the mattress, bodies numb and heads filled with stars.

"Perhaps you should leave more often indeed," she chuckled, her chest struggling to keep up. "Just enough for you to miss me."

Dream pulled her closer, removing a few strands of wild hair from her face.

"Perhaps I should."

They stayed like this for moment, body against body, trading gentle touches until their breaths steadied somewhat.

"We should go," she reminded him.

"I am aware."

She tried to sit up, but his arm kept her close.

"One more minute. Please."

One minute turned to two. Then three. Then, lulled against his chest, cloaked in their shared warmth, numbers ceased to exist. As did the rest.

AO3 link

[summer-fire]

Muppet ass bird movie

[askthekirbysquad]

I've been working through RtDL DX's Extra Mode fairly slowly, so I'm only just getting close to finishing it up now. I got all 120 Energy Spheres earlier today, and uhhhhhhh

Fun fact: This dialogue is entirely new to DX! It's not in the original. I went back to my old file on the Wii and checked.

Haha yeah you little shit, we know you're planning to betray us soon (still love you though <3)

WHAT THE FUCK????????

EXCUSE ME????????

And then he goes on to explain a bit more, as seen above. But uhhhhhh,,, yeah!!! He's not actually Halcandran!!!! That's a new piece of Lore right there. My jaw dropped while reading it lmao

Anyway, moving on from that bombshell of a sentence, since we still aren't done with the full dialogue,

Remember that post I made a bit over a month ago talking about some of Manager Magolor's dialogue, where I was wondering if that dream of his regarding the theme park also applied to Main Mode Magolor?

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT!

Hell yeah this is such a victory for me I was so excited to read that dghsghfs

Magolor stole the Master Crown so he could make a giant theme park Confirmed and Canon and Real /hj

And then we also get a fun little reference to the Kirby Clash games!

A steal in Kirby's eyes, maybe, but that's only because he doesn't understand real-world currency.

And to close out this post, here are the last two lines of dialogue from this conversation!

Anyway. I'm losing my mind 💖

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

I had a dream there was another member of the bad batch but he looked completely identical to every other clone and they were like uh hey dude why are you here you look normal and he was like “my dick is 10 inches long and they didn’t know what to do with me”

I wish I was joking

[deus-ex-mona]

worming out of awkward conversations l i k e

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

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[littledreamling]

Listen, I love Hob and his incurable hope, but I’d be lying if I said that the concept of Dark!Hob, a Hob Gadling that realized that his immortality isn’t tied to his morality, a Hob Gadling that figures out that it’s his desire to keep living that keeps him alive and nothing more, a Hob Gadling that decides that a life of soldiering and banditry and (later in life) white collar crime is far more enjoyable than trying to walk the fine line between goodness and safety, wasn’t extremely interesting to me. I need more explorations of mob boss Hob, of hitman Hob, of professional criminal Hob, because he can keep his faith in humanity while simultaneously using his inability to die for personal gain and the gain of others

[quickhacked]

thinking about jesse my son jesse

[jrueships]

pg (justifiably) complaining about d*llon to d*llons number one stan

" if thats what gets him goin-" <- offering him room for explanation, a gentleman's elaboration that is not intending personal offense

Jaren, instantly personally offended: Y o u think it's A n t i c s 🤨😒. * contemplates killing *

" i think it's antics 👐🏽 !.. you-you would know better (MM.)- 💧.. you would know better than me :) like it's-it's-it's " <- staying strong on his statements but getting scared 😭

Jaren: 😒 . * sideeyes camera. * * surveys the room for witnesses . * * contemplates killing. * * big American psycho calm down girl vs kill girl kill inner turmoil lung-filling *

[rainbowwing251]

New episodes of Wild Kratts just aired AND WE FINALLY GOT A TICKLE SCENE FOR SEASON 7 AAAAAAAAAAA

[ssaseaprince]

Thinking about how if Will had died before Hannibal and Hannibal had attempted to live without him, he would have eventually rescued a stray dog.

[robinsnest2111]

just listened to penny lane for the first time in years and for a moment I was a young teen again, chest deep in my beatles phase, I know it's hella cringe but the beatles were my happy place at the time, my comfort in a shitty inescapable environment

[sovonight]

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[piningpebbles]

How do you feel about c!hannah and c!jack

that’s tough. i think that while i’d like them to become better friends, i don’t see that happening very soon because of c!hannah’s lack of sympathy towards c!jack’s situation at the start and jack’s trauma during their clash at the hotel confrontation with c!tommy (and c!tubbo).

first, it wasn’t right of jack to frame hannah. it was a rash, spur of the moment decision that he now regrets. but unlike tommy and wilbur who hurt him in a similar fashion, he’s already told her that it wasn’t right and that he regrets framing her, that he did it for stupid reasons and he understands her being upset with him. 

the real problem lies not with that but with hannah’s response to jack’s situation, where it seems like she’s not listening to him at all even when he’s telling her outright why he did the things he did. she wants jack to understand tommy’s situation (genuinely thinking that he doesn’t, similar to c!niki) but because she comes from a place of ignorance to his and tommy’s past, it comes off as her being very arrogant of a situation she doesn’t understand.

she tries to tell him what he should’ve done instead, why his actions were extreme and unjustified, and how surely if he just took a different approach then tommy would listen, but only loosely hears when jack expresses that he has tried different methods, but none of them have worked.

and while hannah’s very upset at jack framing her (and justly that she could’ve lost her canon lives), her lack of sympathy/empathy towards him until the end of their interaction feels extremely hypocritical when she’s been driven to violence because of others actions towards her as well. when boomer caused her wings to be blown up, she blew up his house and swore that she’d fully kill him for revenge. and yet at this time she doesn’t seem able to view jack and what he’s lost (his life and friendship) in a similar light.

(however, she could be doing this out of her own trauma being ignored-- with c!sam’s and c!boomer’s reactions to her losing her wings being incredibly dismissive-- it’s likely she’s subconsciously just projecting these feelings onto jack.)

she does express some kindness (and sympathy) towards him at the end, saying that she was sorry and that another time they should hang out. but it’s clear that at that point jack feels bad enough having realized how wrong it was to frame her, so he most likely won’t take her up on that offer. jack’s been in a negative spiral for a while and so every blow only continues to sends him downwards, and especially right after such a disheartening conversation with her and tommy, he reverts back to self-isolation as it’s one of the only coping mechanisms he has.

(and while dubiously canon, hannah’s interactions with jack during the c!michael clifford lore show that she’s still upset at him but not closed off to being friends, but that jack is only spiraling further in his loneliness)

i do think that they could become better friends if they just had more time with each other, but right now with hannah involved with the egg again and jack feeling more closed off than ever, that’s causing an even larger gap between them and so i just don’t think it’s going to happen anytime soon. but i’d love to be proven wrong! i think they could bond over losing things important to them and could both use more friends who listen to them.