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call me multi They/Them (i’m 19 guys) shifter, witch, clueless about everything!

[multiguleh]

Hello! I’m gonna introduce myself for shits and giggles incase anyone wants to know.

I’m multiguleh, you may also call me multi for short, or null.

I’m not active lot, that’s my bad. I’m mostly in my own world, but I try to look out to the real world.

I have questionable morals, but I try to do what’s right most of the time (hopefully, I’m not perfect.) In most cases, I’m truly neutral until proven otherwise.

I practice witchcraft, shifting, manifestations, and how to draw. So far? Successful at all parts. I’m proud of what I’ve got :)

I don’t have much else to say other than hi and thank you for reading this!!

[witchboxco]

[pomidaea]

Do you have any more goofy ghoul doodles? Like how in your Cirrus/Rain one he's just plopped out on his back? They're so cute 🩵

This was when I drew Rain in a skirt. I didn't post it because 1) it wasn't in English and 2) I didn't think it was good enough to post it with the art Rough translation: Dew: Step on me, I'll be the one to say sorry instead (PLS PLS PLS) Phantom: I'm under the other foot...

Then for this (left) chef Dew with a knife, (middle) unfinished sketches of Mountain singing a bunch of girly pop songs, (right) joke doodle of Cirrus and Cumulus making out

[multiguleh]

filipino ghost fans arise

[safination]

Lullaby of the Ancients

Summary: Back from Destiny's realm, you find yourself in a conversation with Dream. Words are exchange. Love and function clash together. Dream journeys to Hell, and you are not happy.

Warnings/ Tags: Established Relationship

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✦ Chapter 11 — Despair ² ✦

The Gates of Horn and Ivory part before you, familiar with the presence of their lady.

The Dreaming’s door opens for you in ways it does not for others. Its hinges creak a little softer, the sound inviting rather than its usual intimidating cadence. The gate parts a little wider for you, beckoning you closer.

And the moment you step inside, The Dreaming blooms with a color that cannot be dampened by the night skies.

The walk from the gate towards the castle shortens as The Dreaming bends around you, almost as if it pushes you towards its heart.

You do not mind the walk, lingering anywhere and everywhere. The coolness of the realm calms the heat that burns your skin, for the mere use of your powers leave you in such a sickly state.

So, you pause when the residents wave and greet their queen, wishing you good fortune and health as the flowers around your feet lean a little closer.

You walk under the night sky until the heat disappears, and the winds shake your bones and freeze the tips of your fingers and then a little longer after that.

. . . What a joke you are.

The truth you were not ready to acknowledge cannot be hidden anymore. You have fallen so deep into your delirium, clinging to the ignorance of your own time, that it has left you in despair. All marriages end with her, and yours is no exception.

The Dreaming is your home, but you will have to relinquish its warmth soon.

Wyvern bows his head at you, lowering it as the others lower theirs as well. “We greet the Lady of The Dreaming.”

“Do not be so formal.” You smile at the Gatekeepers, beckoning them closer with a wave of your hand. “If you wish to make a proper greeting then come down from there and say hello to me.”

The Gatekeepers share a look, but the ground thumps when they land before you.

Their wings fold closer to their bodies, and their legs lower before you, careful to keep themselves lower than you head. You do not say a word about, for reaching them becomes easier this way.

It places an amused smile on your lips. The guardians of The Dreaming, bundled together little kittens before their queen.

“Hello, my lady,” Griffin says, leaning closer as you place a hand on his beak. “It is nice to see you without that screeching bird hovering around you.”

Your smile grows, and you allow that laughter to escape. “Do you speak of Matthew?”

“If that is the name of the bird—Then yes, we speak of him.” Pegasus nudges your hand, pushing it across his mane. “Forgive me if my assumptions are wrong, but you appear a little dejected, my lady. Is all well with you?”

“I have seen planets rise and fall,” you say, running a hand down Pegasus' smooth mane. “I am not as young as I used to be. Do not concern yourselves too much, I am just in need of rest.”

“Then we wish you a pleasant evening.” Wyverns stands to his full height, expanding his wings. “We would not dare to keep you any longer.”

The Gatekeepers return to their perches, settling on their stones.

“We can talk for a moment.” You frown at them. “I will always have time for each of you.”

“Forgive us, my lady, but we will have to decline.” Griffin settles his head on the stone, content to say on his perch. “Your health is important to us. We cannot keep you here any longer.”

“Come visit us soon,” Pegasus tells you. “We miss the tales of your journey across the stars.”

The castle door opens, and the silence that greets you deepens the frown on your lips. Thunder booms from the distance, the closing doors dampening the sound. You walk across the halls, allowing The Dreaming to lead you towards a destination.

There is a reason for the twist in the weather, and you would like to know why.

You find yourself in front of the library doors, and it opens to you like all things in The Dreaming does. Hushed conversations lead you towards the center where Matthew raises his voice just a fraction louder. The booming sound of thunder responding to him before Dream can.

You step away from the shadows, greeting them all with a composed smile.

Matthew reacts first, flying towards you until he lands on your shoulder. “Talk some sense into him,” he says, scowling a little. “You have to—”

Before you left Destiny’s realm, you pocketed a handful of almonds, and one of those almonds get pressed down Matthew’s throat. You watch Matthew choke on an almond before he greedily gobbles it up.

Mervyn and Lucienne stare, but your gaze passes across and lands on Dream. “Could I have a moment of your time?”

Dream turns towards them. “Leave us.”

Lucienne grabs Matthew from your shoulders, even as he begins to protest once more.

Her hands find yours, and there’s a moment where she lingers, squeezing your hand as she stares. Your gaze does not break, for it stays firmly on Dream. Even if you do not address Lucienne, you still squeeze her hand, acknowledging her silent request.

Mervyn trails after Lucienne, but you do not move until you hear the library doors shut.

There’s a moment where all you do is stare at him, allowing yourself to get lost in dreams and nightmares.

The moment does not last. You walk towards one of the many cushioned benches in the library, and slowly take your seat in a way that indicates the queen that you are.

Yet, you pat the cushions next to you with a grin, because you do not have to be a queen or a star, not when you are with him. “Sit with me for a second, my dear,” you say, beckoning him closer. “All this walking has made my feet ache.”

Dream takes the seat next to you, and he too shed his title.

The cushioned bench offers enough space to squeeze in two, yet Dream presses closer when he reaches for your face and undoes the clasp on the cloth that binds your eyes. The fabric falls from your face, and Dream holds your gaze as much as you hold his.

Dream pulls on your fingers, burying himself into your hold. “Your hands are cold.”

“I stayed a little too long outside.” You brush your thumb across his cheek. “The library is very warm. I will warm eventually.”

“What caused this to happen?” Dream slides his gaze towards your wrist, catching it when you try to pull away. His hold is gentle, always gentle, but it does not let go. “Your wrists are marked.”

“You worry too much about me. I simply scratched a bit too hard.” You pull away slowly, and hide them under your cloak. “I will request cream from the infirmary.”

Clouds of gray skies roll across the night sky, but thunder no longer scattered across The Dreaming.

Even his face begins to calm, losing the usual tension that hardens him. And for a moment, you are content to stay like this with Dream. There are words that need to be said, but it can all be delayed. Just a little longer.

Dream swipes the ring on your finger with slow but deliberate movements. “I did not mean to leave—”

“I had a lovely time with your siblings,” you say, instead. They were all very kind to me.”

Dream takes your hand once more, placing it across his hold but he does not mention the scratches. “Tell me what is on your mind.”

“I would actually like to hear what is in yours.” You tighten the grip on his hand, using it to anchor yourself. “Destiny mentioned your course. The Morningstar will not take kindly to your presence, even if it is for a noble cause.”

“I am aware of the extent of their wrath.” Dream straightens, blurring the lines between Dream of the Endless and your husband.

“Will you take a second to think this through?” you say, voice soft and calm. “If only to indulge me.”

“There is no need for you to worry.” Dream smiles at you, pulling your face into his hold, and perhaps it’s still your husband who speaks to you. “I have already given this my full attention.”

There’s . . .

There’s a moment where the air seems to still, taking even the breath from your lungs. Time stops and starts as his words fully settle into you, and you are left with him, in this scene, in this space, and there’s nowhere else to go but down into the arms of despair.

“You . . .” You begin, the words are soft and almost impossible to say. “You have already decided to go?”

Dream swipes his thumb across your cheek. “I have come to the realization that—”

“Answer the question.” You pull away from him, even if the loss of his touch breaks you. “Have you already decided to go?”

The lines between your husband and his function blur even further. “You cannot stop me.”

You clutch your wrists, scared to glance down at them. “And I am constantly made aware of that fact,” you say with a calm voice, even as the beats of your heart thump in your chest. “Our union would not have lasted this long if I was not.”

Dream furrows his eyebrows, eyes falling at your words. The gray clouds begin to darken once more, rolling across The Dreaming’s night sky. “Do not say that.”

“If something happens to you, am I supposed to throw myself back into the sea for another hundred years?” Your nails dig into your skin, trying to anchor you from the waves of your mind. “I cannot do it again . . . Do not make me go back.”

Lightning strikes from the distance, shaking the walls around you. Dream sits straighter, face hardening as rain slowly pelts the windows.

“That will not happen, not again—never again.” He says the words firmly, as if it could placate the deep, deep sea you are losing yourself in. “I have made my preparations, you and The Dreaming will be safe. Lucienne is to aid you during my absence.”

The desire to leave intensifies. You want to crawl and pretend you are not hearing what he says. But you are here, and the sea pulls you into its depths once more.

“And how can I trust that?” you say, even when you don’t want to. “You assured me the last time you left, but you are going far away again . . .”

Thunder ignites the night sky in ways that shake even the deepest roots. Clouds open before you, just like all things in The Dreaming does, and it parts for the rain that cries from the sky. It threatens those beneath his tears with its amount.

Still, it pulls you away from the dreamer’s greed in your mind.

When you glance back towards him, you know deep inside you that the chance to run away has disappeared. There will be no turning back now. This conversation will happen, and how it ends will depend on the words said.

Only the rain breaks the silence.

“I received the breakfast you had sent for me,” Dream says, instead. “I do not think I mentioned it.”

You laugh a little, and take his hand, pressing a small kiss across his fingers. “If you received it, why bother yourself by bringing me breakfast in our chambers?”

“You seemed tired this morning,” Dream says with easy simplicity. “You have been sleeping in longer than usual.”

There is no response you can offer that will not break your heart alongside his. This body is failing you, and Dream is starting to notice.

Dream cradles your face, swiping a thumb as you lean into the gentleness of his touch. “I love you.”

You smile at him, chasing the warmth and love given so freely to you. “And I love you, always and forever,” you say as Dream pulls away, and you sit across each other as the King and Queen of The Dreaming, allowing the lines to blur between love and duty. “. . . But how could you decide this without me?”

“Listen—”

“That right was lost the moment you decided without a word to me.” You grip your wrist once more.

“I cannot continue to leave Nada in Hell,” Dream says, the words soft but firm as traces of your husband linger on the king. “She has suffered enough from our actions.”

“Do not pin her death on me,” you say, and even you are lost between the lines of what you are and who you are— a wife or a star or a queen. “That blood is not in my hands, and it never will be. We did not break the law, you did. And when your pride could not take her rejection, you condemned her for it.”

Dream glares down at you, and the traces of your husband disappears. “And yet,” Morpheus says, leaning a little closer as if to mock you, “you were all too eager to cast ruin onto her city.”

You stare at him, and the laugh that comes out is automatic.

A small thought passes through your mind—His hatred would be easier. If Dream washes his hands from you, then the passing of this face will slip between his fingers. Breaking his heart, right here, right now, would be so easy to do.

You tell yourself you are sparing him, and that is the only reason why you say, “I see the family resemblance—Desire said the same thing to me, just like you are doing so now.”

A crash of thunder shakes The Dreaming.

“You are forgetting yourself.” Morpheus rises, face impossibly hard. “I shall talk to my brother about his words, and I will forget yours.”

“And you are forgetting who you are to me.” You say the words gently, but there is no kindness found between them. “But I thank your mercy nonetheless.”

“Nada has suffered enough.”

“That is not the point.” Your voice cracks a little, and your lips wobble, desperate to keep the composed smile. “You went behind my back. You left me with your siblings, and you are leaving me again. Why do you keep going to places I cannot follow? And all for a woman who did not love—”

“Enough,” Morpheus says, raising his voice like he does for others. “I will not stand here and listen to you slander her name.”

You stare at him, watching every flicker of emotion on his face. The words come out weaker than you intend. “Will you go even if I do not approve?”

Morpheus . . . No, it is no longer him who stands before you

Dream of the Endless towers over you. “Why would one, such as I, need your approval for anything I do?”

Now that . . . Now that hurts you more than the sea of dreams ever could. A wife? A queen? A star? Turns out you were neither of these things.

You stand tall and composed, even as you wipe that single tear with the back of your hand. “Forgive me,” you say, softly. “For I mistook myself for your equal.”

He shatters instantly, and you do not know anyone who he is. Dream lifts his hands, trying to reach out before pride lands it back to his side. “I did not mean—”

“There is nothing left to discuss, my lord. You have made that very clear.” You place a hand on your chest, lowering your head into a bow. “So, I bid the King of Dreams and Nightmares farewell.”

Dream does not follow you, even as you turn to leave, walking down the rows of bookshelves. The pouring rain slows as it loses its anger, replaced by a turmoil that plays a saddened tune.

There’s hurt and anger and despair mixing all across your mind. It compels you to still for a moment, and turn towards him. “She is . . .”

Dream frowns at you. “What?”

The words are at the tip of your tongue. She is a victim of your love—Just like I will be.

. . . You cannot do it. You cannot break his heart.

But you are going to break it either way, it will only be a matter of time. You will die, then you will change, and you will shatter him with your love . . . but not today. It does not have to be today. Just a little longer. Just a little more.

Just one more smile.

A wife or a queen or a star. A husband or a king or a dream. It does not matter who stands before each other, the fact remains that there is a ring around your fingers.

You walk back towards him, For a second, you think the rain holds your tears as well. There’s a moment where you stand before him, but the charge in the air dissipates the moment your touch finds him, and you wrap your arms around him with a certain gentle slowness. 

You do not stop, not until you’re pushing yourself towards him, clutching him with a fervor that refuses to let go until the storm passes.

Your husband stills, because above all else, that is who he always will be. He wraps his arms around yours, clutching you as desperately as you clutch him. Dream presses a small kiss on your hair.

You stay like this, allowing the rain to cry for you because it is not fair–Why do you have to add to his already so many heartbreaks?

Dream trails his hands down your arm, pulling on your sleeves with a frown. “You are bleeding.”

You clutch him harder, afraid to release him and face your truth. When did you start bleeding?

Dream tightens his hold on you, and he steadies you greater than anything ever could. “You have scratched yourself too hard.”

You dare to glance down, and your nails have cut tiny wounds across your wrists. It’s a small drop, and nothing more. “I will . . .,” you say. “I will go to the infirmary.”

Dream catches your fingers. “Let me take you.”

“No, it’s alright.” You pull away from him. “I will go on my own.”

“Do not be upset with me,” he says, softly . . . desperately. “I will not ask you to understand.”

“I do understand, for I would not be wearing this ring if I did not.” You press a kiss on the edge of his lips, pouring all your love into a single action. “But you cannot ask me not to be upset.”

Dream catches your chin, swiping his thumb across your skin before he pulls you into a proper kiss.

There are words being said in the language of your rings, and you savor each and every one of them. The taste of his mouth soothes something deep within you. It stokes a fire hidden inside you, and you are left wanting more.

Eventually, you turn away once more. When the library door closes behind, you lean against the wood. The rain that held your tears now trails down your cheeks, and they dip below and they do not stop.

It’s not fair.

A/N: Little reminder that Reader loves Dream just as much as he loves her! That is our hubby y'all! He is to be protected at all cost. Fell free to yell at me or praise me. I do not mind either. Hope you enjoy this chapter with Despair because the next one will be a chapter with Desire. What's a little goodbye sex? Tags: @starkeila @sandradune @themarch-oftheblackqueen @honeyedbliss @twowrongsarearight @its23-07 @bontensbabygirl @bwings02 @190811btsjjk

[multiguleh]

[safination]

Lullaby of the Ancients

✦ Chapter 11 — ???? ✦

Y'all please bare with me for a moment. This is going to take longer than I would like. I've got exam after exam after exam. If you know how to pass Physics, I'm open to any advice. Also, this chapters is going to contain smut and to be honest, I'm not a smut writer so I struggle with it a little. Desire is popping up here, and let's just say that as somebody who is desire itself, their influence should be felt with every step.

That also means that Despair and Delirium will be felt with ever step.

[multiguleh]

you are gonna kill me… please be kind… i’m going insane…

[safination]

I do dare!

Listen, okay,,,,uh,,,I have nothing to say for myself. The Sandman is already pretty sad, and I’m just following the events that happen😭

[multiguleh]

[safination]

Lullaby of the Ancients

✦ Chapter 11 — ???? ✦

Y'all please bare with me for a moment. This is going to take longer than I would like. I've got exam after exam after exam. If you know how to pass Physics, I'm open to any advice. Also, this chapters is going to contain smut and to be honest, I'm not a smut writer so I struggle with it a little. Desire is popping up here, and let's just say that as somebody who is desire itself, their influence should be felt with every step.

That also means that Despair and Delirium will be felt with ever step.

[multiguleh]

you are gonna kill me… please be kind… i’m going insane…

[safination]

Into The Sandman: Your Fate. Your Character. Your Choices

A/N: Introducing Ending 1.1. I'm using this chapter as a way to introduce the Ending System. Someone asked for an ending with Orpheus but someone also asked for an ending without Orpheus. So you get both. Should you want different outcomes, my inbox is open. Anyway, this is just a set-up for Orpheus. He might actually pop up next week. I need to update Lullaby of the Anceints and catch up on school work. [Masterlist] Tags/ Warning: Isekai! Reader

❀ Ending 1.1: Forget-Me-Not ❀

There’s something about the garden in Destiny’s realm that chills your spine.

Multiple entrances yet it all leads to one exit—Death. Maybe it’s a comfort to know that death comes for all. You’ve met Death, and dying wouldn’t seem so bad when she engulfs you in her embrace.

Each entrance contains their own path. Part of you is curious to know what would happen if you stepping into the maze, having to choose between left or right, forward or backward. But you are not here for Destiny’s maze. So, you stay on the bench, legs crossed and body slumped.

Destiny does not sit with you, for destiny does not linger, but merely reveals. “I did not expect to see you so soon.”

“I had a small question,” you say, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I was supposed to be here sooner, but the guests had Dream in high alert. He’s currently flooding The Dreaming as we speak, so I had the opportunity.”

“Ah, . . . yes,” Destiny says, eyes ahead. “The Queen of the First People.”

“Are you aware of what’s going to happen yet? I’m not sure if I can speak if you don’t.” You fold your hands together, slumping even further on the bench. It’s not really how one should sit in the presence of such a grand being, but whatever. “Is the thing in your book yet? About Destruction?”

“Delirium is conversing with Desire and Despair.” Destiny flips through the pages of his book, then glances down at you. “Their journey will result in the death of a handful of humans, but you area already aware of that.”

“It would be so easy to prevent their deaths.” You shrug a little. “I do know where your Prodigal resides.”

Destiny stills for more than a moment. “Is my brother going to die?”

“I don’t think I can answer that.”

“Then answer carefully,” he says, frowning down at you. “Sometimes, what we choose not to say can be more revealing than what we do say. My siblings have used this to get information out of me.”

“You’re such a faker—You do care!” You smile at him for a moment. “All this time you’ve known what they were doing and you just let them?”

“I am Destiny,” he says, simply. “I see all.”

You take a moment to think about your words, about the pieces the curse allows you to reveal, and the pieces it doesn’t. It’s a thin line, and you’ve been playing jump rope over that line. So, you sit here in Destiny’s Garden, thinking . . . wondering.

“I won’t allow it to come to that,” you say, finally. “I’m prepared to do what it takes.”

Destiny glances down at you. “Then you should know this,” he says, voice a little softer. “Should you prevent the deaths of this much mortals, then it might very well take yours for compensation, for balance.”

“How absolutely fun,” you say, a little bit too dry. “I don’t think this body has much time left either. It’s been getting weaker the closer I get towards the end. Interfering has only damaged it further.”

Destiny consults his book once more, flipping through the pages with deliberate care. “There is the option of preventing him from going,” he says, slowly. “It would be simple to stop him from seeing his son by giving him the location of the Prodigal.”

“No, I actually like Orpheus.” You laugh a little. “I’m not cruel enough to deny Dream his son, nor am I cruel enough to force him to continue living. I think it’s time for Orpheus to continue on with Eurydice.”

“Yet you’re willing to sacrifice the lives of humans.”

A growing smile appears on your lips. “I can’t save them all, and I’m not dump enough to try,” you say, chuckling. “Does the great Destiny’s heart ache for every choice you are merely allowing to happen?”

Destiny smiles back at you. “I assume you have a plan.”

You play with the ring on your thumb, twirling it around your finger before bringing it to the sky.

The light reflects against the ring, and a part of you wonders if Dream is currently looking. “I guess I’ll just have to kill him myself.”

Destiny of the Endless stares at you . . . then laughter escapes him, pure and unfiltered laughter. It’s almost a little creepy to hear such a sound. “It has come to my attention that I do not even know your name.

You give him your name with a smile.

Destiny says your name, testing the feel of it in his mouth. “Be proud of yourself. There are very few things that surprise me,” he says, smiling. “But know this mortal—Should you choose to proceed with your plan, my brother will never forgive you. If it’s any consolation, I shall remember your name until the end of time.”

“That is quite the prize.” You laugh this time. “But would Dream stoop so low to curse a dead woman?”

“I will advise you not to get ahead of yourself,” Destiny tells you. “The choice is still entirely up to him.”

“Alright,” you say, smiling at him. “Then can I ask for a favor?”

Destiny glances at you for a moment, then returns his gaze back to the garden. “I will listen to your favor.”

“If Dream asks, tell him I know nothing about Orpheus.”

“You ask . . .” Destiny pauses for a moment, taking his time to continue his words. “You are asking me to lie to my own brother.”

“Yes,” you say, and the words come out simple . . . casual, as if you are not asking an Endless to lie for you. “It’s my life anyway—The cost will be mine to bear alone.”

Destiny holds you in his gaze, them smiles down at you. It holds no delight or comfort—It is simply a smile. “What type of flowers would you like for you funeral?”

You laugh . . . and Destiny laughs with you.

Destiny of the Endless has not seen the end of this story.

It’s all still being revealed to him, page by page by page. He’s in the firm belief that Dream still has time to change what you have seen. That is the only reason why he begs his brother to reconsider.

Yet . . . despite the many paths that could be take, the pages are all leading down the same path. Just as he has read, and just as you have seen.

(It doesn’t bode well on him that the destiny of his brother is currently in the hand of a mortal.)

“Does my mortal know?” Dream stares at him, and he does not stop. “Has she foreseen what is to happen?”

“I do not know, for she cannot say,” Destinly tells him, and the lie comes out easy. “She is not recorded in these pages. You will have to ask her yourself.”

Dream continues his gaze, watching him carefully. Yet, that watchful eye finally turns away, and Dream bids him farewell as Delirium trails behind him with a skip in her steps.

Destiny doesn’t know what compels him to call out for his brother.

Still, Dream turns back for a fraction, stopping to listen.

“Forget-Me-Not.” Destiny says. “That is what your mortal would like.”

A/N: Muwahahah what do we think? Is reader going to be able to kill Orpheus? Or will she be able to convince Orpheus not to ask for death. Who knows? I do. I know. And it's making me smile that you guys won't know until I actually release it. I have the power here. Should you want to yell at me, my comments and my inbox is always open. Tags: @unicornqueen05 @starr60 @twowrongsarearight @sysibat-blog @decadentfirepirate

[multiguleh]

i love the direction this is going

[imperabug]

[chilli-pepz]

Happy pride month!!!! This is a threat from Perpetua. He will take you apart limb by limb if you don't support the queers this pride month.

Trans ver below cut!!!!

[grabyourpillow]

"If you go to the biblical scripture, the devil represents evil, but I know very few things in the history of the world that have been perpetrated in the name of the devil." Holy shit Tobias

[moshicorn]

rain ghoul as a sad mariachi :3

[multiguleh]

op i’m going insane

[pupgirllou]

"Touchy Taylor" "Jutty Groomerson"

You guys wanted to seperate the ghoul from the person behind the mask? You insisted on it and got very defensive over it? But Swiss is so controversial all of a sudden? Weren't you guys the ones that made posts about how fun the ghost fandom is because OF the ghouls. And drawing Swiss is so bad to the point of threatening people, leaving those comments on posts about SWISS, for what?... You can't even stick to what you preached over some unconfirmed accusations 😭

I can understand wanting to separate him from the man who plays as him on stage cause of the alligations but whitewashing a character that the fandom collectively drew as black and then praising these people cause they're 'separating them', do you know how racist that sound?

Man y'all stink

This is literally the only way y'all listen to what I say

[multiguleh]

sliding this in here…

[pomidaea]

Tease

(How did they get there? I'll leave that up to you)

[glamrockmike]

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

[multiguleh]

will be quoting this for forever

[multiguleh]

kissing everyone who writes napstablook x reader fics

[multiguleh]

writers stop using the x reader tag for ocs and non-reader ships challenge (impossible)

[deviouz]

something something sebastian definitely has a slight southern drawl to his voice.

it’s more prevalent when he’s tired. his voice goes a little deeper, words less enunciated, and he’s long-forgotten putting on his pseudo-city accent to save face, to pretend that he isn’t part of pelican town.

it took him a while to figure out why you got so shy and flustered whenever the twinge of country-talk comes out to play, but he definitely uses it to his advantage once he realizes what’s going on.

“‘m going out to town later,” sebastian leans down to whisper next to your ear, a chaste kiss soon trailing from your shoulder to your neck, “need me to get ya’ anythin’ while i’m out?”

his head drops down then, nestling into the crook of your neck, while his arms wrap around you from behind. you’re stood frozen in shock, hands gripping at the kermit the frog themed coffee mug as you scrambled to find words — literally any words.

“or i could stay home…” sebastian’s words trailed off as his hand wandered into your (his) nightshirt with a tempting touch. “‘n we could go back to bed. wanna have some fun, darlin’?”

[multiguleh]

i’m actually going insane i need five fics.