Is it a dream?

Where am I?

Lost

Drawn in 2022

So... i just had the most disoritating oddest exprience.

I wake up pitch black and all I can hear is "You did it Stanley! Now just 5 more clicks on door number 528" and Iay there like wtf for like a whole moment before I get out of bed and rush to my door. I'm just like "Who the fuck is playing The Stanley Parable at this time of night?"

It turns out just to be one of the dvds that my dad leaves playing all night. My half alseep brain confused the voices and with the muffled words it played tricks... guys it's almost midnight... what is life?

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george is like aphrodite he emerged from the waves of the sea one day and joined the bbh pantheon

yehahh

[Who...?]

Lucid!Dream by @dreaminlucidly

So, i dont know if this is a post that i actually saw somewhere.. or if this is one i saw in my dream. I feel like it was in my dream. But there was this post i dont remember the first post but someone has rebloged and said wizards and warlocks are just magical boys but doing it wrong. Do with this what you will.

Help I just remembered that dream where I was a mad scientist who invented immortality

Then I was escaping my cabin in the woods and Adam Sandler showed up and tried to arrest me at gun point

And I hit him with a chair…

IM SORRY ADAM SANDLER-

What the fuck is up with this Dream face reveal shit. People are fucking threatening and calling ugly this perfectly normal looking guy. He’s more attractive than half the weird white guys the internet thirsts over. Are they mad he’s another white guy? Did they not know that? I’m so confused by this shit.

Was it always this Cold? (A Swapfell Glaucous Backstory)

Trigger Warnings: Blood, violence, etc. Lots of cussing!

Short too.

"You can't keep doing this." Cortado overheard his brother reprimand. Dolcetto was inspecting his wounds. Cortado huffed and averted his gaze.

"They fuckin' asked for it, Sans." Dolcetto huffs as Cortado snaps back. Dolcetto watches his brother clean up any blood. "They attacked me first-"

"Papyrus!" Dolcetto reprimanded his brother as he pulled his arm away from him. "I told you to run if a situation like that happens." Dolcetto hissed, but Cortado averted his gaze.

"You can't tell me what to do. I was protecting myself." Cortado stands up, removes his bloodied jacket, and tosses it haphazardly to his older brother. Dolcetto begins to protest when Cortado slams the door to his room shut.

"What will I do with him…?" As he sat on the couch, Dolcetto muttered.

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Cortado lies on his bed, his arm covering his eyes. He was so exhausted already and he didn't want to deal with the bullshit anymore. He moves his hand from his eyes and touched the first thing noticeable on his face: his scar. He grimaces and moves his hand away from his face. He closes his eyes and falls asleep.

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Cortado had nightmares of that day as clear as a lake. Dolcetto and Athena had gotten into an argument, so they both left Cortado alone to play. That was never a good idea in this AU. He recalls a swarm of older kids charging at him. He recalls and dreams of being attacked by the older kids. He recalls the pain in his bones as attacks rained down on him. He ran away as fast as he could. Nothing but cold and a growing panic gripped him.

He was afraid.

"Sans! Sans, help!" Cortado called desperately for his brother... But nobody came. He'd been cornered and was ready to fight. He shook as he tried to push the monsters back. He was dwarfed by the kids' size and strength. As a result, they easily overpowered him.

When a large, sharp object slashed in Cortado's face, he was pinned and helpless. He could hear shouts, but all he could see was blood staining the snow and his coat. Blood, so much blood, he was afraid. The fear only grew more and more. His gloves were covered in blood and he was trembling.

"Papyrus!" Dolcetto had called, but Cortado could only hear ringing that his brother's voice was drowned out. "Papyrus!" Dolcetto called again when he felt someone touch him, the ringing faded and the pain set in. "Papyrus!" Dolcetto called so clearly that cortado looked towards his brother. He could see Athena beating up the kids.

"Sans..." Cortado responded in a tiny voice. Dolcetto sighed in relief when his brother responded and then Cortado began to cry. Cortado starts crying more. Dolcetto hugs him back as Cortado trembles. "Why didn't you come? I called you..." Cortado sobs a bit and Dolcetto is trembling too.

"I-I know, I know, Papyrus. I'm sorry." Dolcetto fights back tears as he holds his brother. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was late... I should've come faster..." Dolcetto pulls him in closer and nuzzles his face gently. "I promise it won't happen again." Dolcetto holds Cortado more.

"Was it always so cold...?" Cortado whispered as the fear finally began to fade and the cold set in.

"Sans! Papyrus!" A new voice could be heard. As he rushes toward the two, he hears an older, much deeper, and very familiar voice. But, before Cortado could see his expression… He awoke after the ground vanished.

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Cortado stands up and frowns. As he sits up, he groans. He didn't want to remember that day. All he could think about was the blood.

"Cortado!" Dolcetto called him by his nickname. Cortado stands up and opens the door. He is immediately hit in the face by his freshly cleaned hoodie. "Hurry up and get dressed, we have patrol." Dolcetto huffs and Cortado groans and nods.

"Yes, bro." Cortado takes his hoodie and puts it on. He joins his brother and departs for patrol.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut

*A save point Star flashes between them as it’s seen that Stella is waking them up*

Stella: Chara. Yo! You ok? You’re shivering.

(i uhh like back to the future i laughed my ass off drawing this)

Just had a dream where there was a new littlest pet shop type of toy that came out called Pick-a-Pocket. The Pick-a-Pockets were incredibly popular and just like the name implied, you could only get them though picking other people's pockets. No one knew where they were coming from. Just one day they would appear in your pocket or bag. You could buy accessories at the store but never the actual pets. They had little bandit masks on and looked almost exactly like LPS. People had all kinds of weird theory's about where they were coming from and why was the government trying to get people to pick pockets. There was a problem with people hording them at their houses, seeing how many they could collect.... Until one guy posted a video of him "dissecting" one to see if there was a tracker. It was like an episode of Don't Hug Me I'm Scared... He cut into it expecting plastic and at worst a tracking device, but instead the thing let out a screeching noise and the inside was just full of random blood and guts. The guy started freaking out and then died on screen. Everyone thought it was a joke video until other people started doing it and one day a popular YouTuber did it and it was in the news that they actually found their body and everyone elses bodies who had posted the videos. The toys quickly made people nervous and they tried to throw them out but they would somehow end up back in your pocket and if you destroyed even one then you died in some really gruesome way. I woke up after having locked all of mine in a box and left them in the dresser, then the dresser started shaking..... Needless to say..... I'm not exactly pleased at the moment....

HE WHAT

co-op with who.