#dreamsire

[summeringminor]

under your skin

[lukasadss]

Old pieces (2023) from a half baked Crimson Peak au I might still revisit with Dream and Desire as Thomas and Lucille Sharpe

It included Hob as Edith and Calliope as the ghost of Enola

[beobhcm]

Rating Desire’s looks in season 2

The song of Orpheus: OMG my beautiful Black swan arghhhhh

Season of mist: Dat bjtchy evil psycho though

Brief life: Whyyyyyyy? Why the hairrrrrr? They look so fine but pls change the hair 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lvsifer]

wip tag game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word. @mephisto-art thank you so much for tagging me 💝

my word was SKIN:

S

Sudden heat. Desire’s lips brush Dream's cheek to his ear and a shudder runs down his back. Recognition whips through him. Things they’ve done with each other. To each other.

All red. All hunger.

The hands behind grab at him, unpetal him from his silks, baring his skin to Desire’s terrible touch.

Want, Desire murmurs at his ear, it’s all you can feel right now. All you desire. Desire is hunger. And hunger is an agony. Their voice deepens. And a pleasure.

K

Know your prey to the bone. Mairon knows Celebrimbor’s scent, his footfall, his blackest cruelest wish—and feels himself seduced by it. He knows how to flatter and challenge. When to feign ignorance, when to grant wisdom, how to wrap his hand around Celebrimbor’s throat.

The rings the rings. The rings.

Many more should follow. These nine for the kings of men, a gift of reverence, binder, to the gratitude of the elves, but deeper, to him. Mairon traces metal and jewels with a blunt fingertip and knows the alchemy, blood-drinker jewel, slow syphoned soul—

Nine kings will be his. The witch first.

(2nd chap of this)

I

In his dreams Corinthian licks Morpheus’ eyes, drags his tongue into white, the milky shade that falls over the dead. Dead is the only way Corinthian can love his maker.

N

Noldor prince, grandson of the ill-famed, ill-tempered son of Finwë.

Mairon rises in the guise of Annatar, flesh that before long he will outgrow, and makes his way to the forge.

tagging: @sauron-kraut (maybe you have to do this twice and share even more wips🌚), @jamlocked , @girlthestrike , @theskeletonprior , @mermaidslabyrinth , @weimarweekly , @titleleaf , @fleshfeel , @buckyclevens ♡

your word is: WANT

[light-miracles]

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[realbeefman]

(desperately missing dreamsire voice) my beautiful vision for a comedy is a nathan fielder the curse-esque show about two siblings (mason alexander park and tom sturridge) who see each other for the first time since their mid 20s at the solicitors office and find out that their parents left alll the money to tom’s character. like all of it. huge fuck you to mason’s character. and then they obviously have this last vicious fight where mason’s character is obviously so hurt and neither of them can really sink their teeth into the routine through the grief and they break apart. and then we find out slowly how tom’s a miserable walter white if he didn’t get cancer archetype teaching like middle grades english in a shitty school with shitty opinions about the literary canon who is addicted to online slots or something and masons on a more flagrant downward spiral and their longterm boyfriend is pulling away and they’re just burning every bridge they have to try and keep this loser pacified and with them (they own cats that the loser boyfriend never feeds). and they’re both so miserable. so miserable. and then tom shows up drunk on masons door end of ep 1 and is like “heyyy i missed youu actually you sick fuck im so mad at you right now because you youre like a whole different person now and you didnt even bother to call me to tell me that” and masons freaking out and panicking because shitty ass loser boyfriend is inside and toms like “you know my life is actually really shit and im in. im in so much debt. so much debt. and ive and everyone hates me and i havent been laid in like 3 years because vanessa left me and i cant even have kids anymore yknow because of dads shitty genetics” just onnn and on. and eventually mason’s like “you need to leave. you need to get out.” and then tom does this saddd sad sad little pathetic whine sob and mumbles something about how mason looks like their dad with the new haircut or maybe from the hrt or something Point being stupid drunken “you have dads nose” type shit and finally masons like fine. fine you massive MASSIVE cunt you have to shut up and sleep on the couch because i dont want you to choke on your vomit and die in front of my apartment you awful AWFUL piece of shit. annnnd then things go from there. and also the whole things interspersed with these memories from before they fell out where tom’s a fresh graduate and he’s going on to get a master’s and he’s so WORRIED about his sibling who is falling in with all the wrong crowd who refuses to stop sending money back home to support dad (whose health is failing) even though masons working two jobs on scholarship already and just all the judgement and the resentment boiling and boiling until they have this huge massive blowup fight. and the whole thing is about #REGRET and SHAME and GRIEF and BEING EGOTISTICAL and TOO SIMILAR and in the end toms character ends up religious in prison or something and we get a parallel to that initial fight where mason has to give up on THEIR relationship with tom (first time around tom has to cut mason off because they’re just too close with Abusive Parents still and keep letting them back in) and nobodys even a little bit happy in the end but at least they’re different and more honest and maybe that can be considered as close to happy as they can get

[themananart]

The Poster

[eroskissedskin]

ONE MADE IN YOUR IMAGE.

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TAGS: mlm, nsfw, oc, abuse, dead dove probably, corintheus, dreamsire, oc x canon characters, strong language, emotional manipulation

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Where Desire ends up making a creation akin to Dream to take out their frustrations on yet they find out that Dream has done the same with thee Corinthian. Ps The 2 creations end up running away together once they realize.

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Soft finger pads press against the beautifully dark eyelid, placing another eyelash for good measure

The final little tweak they had to make.

It all had to be perfect and if Desire's memory didn't deceive them, this is /exactly/ how Dream's eyes looked shut.

/Who cares? It was all cosmetic eitherway./

They think as they shake their glowing gold face in order to shake the thought of them staring their brother long enough, to know how each eyelash perfectly crowned his cosmic eyes.

The creation didn't need to blink, nor breathe nor have his meticulously well made-anatomically correct heart- beat. Yet there was something calming about the creation process that made all Endless enjoy adding fun little characteristics to their own.

Plus this one was made with a very particular role in mind- thus why his appearance had to be as close to the real deal as possible without Morpheus himself noticing right away.

The newborn was tall and lanky, his skin pale but still human like. With dark, semi-curly locks that fell effortlessly around his sunken cheeks.

Pretty hung with eyes blue like ice.

Sadly the galaxies their brother was having as eyes would be too much of a giveaway so Desire went with the more human like option to portray this..cold gaze their brother always gave them.

It was attention enough and thus it was good enough for the disgusting desperation Lust would experience at the pit of their stomach everytime they would encounter their brother.

Shaking their head to fend off this trail of thinking Desire unlocked their digits from around their new creation's neck- their mind having gotten the best of them /again/.

Not their fault. This swan like neck, akin to their brother was just /too/ easy to choke.. One could say he was begging for it..

"Ah..~♡"

Desire notes as they pull away from their yet lifeless creation in order to observe their handiwork.

He looked perfect! The only difference between him and Dream were his eyes and hair texture and length. Which was fine with Desire.

Leaning in close to press their barely clothed body onto his naked one, Lust caresses their brother's lookalike cheek and tiptoes to reach his face.

Pulling him close by his waist, they press their flushed red lips against his, breathing life into him for the first time.

Ocean blues shoot open as Desire kept grinding up against their creation, kissing his lips in a way he couldn't help but kiss back- indulging himself on his creator's soft lips.

Clealry he had been made to effortlessly desire the Endless-much like every other creation of Lust.

His pale hands reach up to caress Desire's forearms, trembling slighty since this was the first thing he was touching on his life. Plus it just so happened to be his creator and master, which made a slight shiver of fear and awe course through his newborn body.

The Endless didn't hold back albeit, their golden hands reaching lower to coil around their creation's abdomen and waist, their intent clear with the way they deepened the kiss with their own.

A low moan comes out of the man's maws- his first sound ever uttered being one of pleasure.

Not that it could have been anything else, with the way Desire's hands were on his cock in an instant.

Plus he was way too disoriented to form any words even with the insane amount of knowledge about the lexicon- amongst others- the Endless had planted into him.

"Good~♡.."

Desire whispers between feverish kisses they plant on their new creation.

"At least you work~♡!"

The god adds and pulls away leaving their golden creation wanting more,his body scorching with need and excitement to experience the world around him.

"Do you know why you were made~♡"

Desire asks just to make sure everything was well.

Not that they had ever made an imperfect creation but it wasn't

ever improper to check.

The youth nods, half lidded eyes still full of desire that flushed red on his lower abdomen.

"To be used by you, tend to your every need and bring lust to anyone you command."

He speaks slolwy, like he is still figuring out the words and their meanings altogether.

As he does that, his hands travel atop his body, feeling the well sculpted work of the Endless.

Flat palm caresses his waist and burning abdomen, his breath hitching the moment his fingers brush over his half-hardness with utter /desperation/.

"Good~♡"

Desire flashes a smile and puts their hands together in satisfaction.

That is all he needed to know about his creation for now- the surprise when he will realize what he is actually going to be used for, something Desire was /so/ excited to witness.

"Your name shall be.. Dorik!~♡"

The god exclaims and claps their palms silently keeping their digits close to their deep red lips.

A name used to mock their brother's choice of a favorite creation.

Corinthian...

Why even base your nightmare's name to an architectural time period?

Dorik was the same now. An ode to a laughable choice by the dream king.

"Let's get you prepped up! We have a dinner to attend to!~♡"

They laugh and walk away leaving their creation dripping lust and eyeing their exposed back for a second before he run off behind them.