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cultrise · 10 months

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hobie smoking while he’s fucking you and having the ashtray on your lower back / upper ass.

and tapping the ash lazily as he ruts his hips into you, talking about some “look at you takin’ me so well. fuckin’ cunt is made for me, ain’t it?”

and his music is blasting on the speakers and you are gripping the couch’s armrest as he slows his strokes down so he can hit deeper and tease your more. and your eyes swell up with tears because he feels so fucking good, sounds even better as he speaks pure filth to you shamelessly.

he grips one ass cheek with his other hand, his ringed thumb caressing it harshly. and then, gripping the ashtray with his other hand so it doesn’t fall, smacks your ass loudly making you yell his name out. “fuck! hobie!” you whine as he lets go of the ashtray and puts it on the ground, taking a drag from his cigarette and putting it out before he grabs your hips.

“you wan’ to cum, babe?” he asks, pressing himself against your back as he puts your hair behind you ear. you whine in response, shutting your eyes as tears of pleasure stream your cheeks. a presses a kiss to the back of your ear as he whispers “might as well..” as he starts moving slowly again, hands going up and down your thighs as he grabs onto every piece of skin his fingers touch.

you feel his pelvis press against your ass, his happy trail resting on the top of your cheeks as he pumps into you, making you whine out. he pulls away, grabbing your hips again “should take care of m’girl, shouldn’t i?” and before you can respond he’s slamming himself into you, going at an unreasonably fast pace as his fat tip abuses your cervix.

and you end up as a pile of hot, sweaty mess on the couch, panting and fucked out of your mind as he lights up another one. and his eyes roam along your marked body as the smoke trails away from his lips, a smirk forming on them as he watches his thick cum drip out of your still sensitive hole. he reaches over, gently wiping sweat off of your forehead as he looks down with a caring smile.

“fuck me.. so pretty all fucked out an’ cock drunk like tha’… maybe i should walk away before i stretch y’out even more”

#im so sick #oh my god #pleasepleasepleadeplase #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader smut #𐙚 — pages.#𐙚— dreamscape.

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feroluce · 2 months

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Lucid Dreamer (1/2)

part 2

Gepard notices that it's been. Quiet lately. Like weirdly quiet. TOO quiet. He hasn't seen Sampo Koski in almost a week, which is about the longest he's ever been absent. And he is NOT worried. He's not! So what if they've been getting along more lately! So what if Gepard sometimes looks for him in his favorite hiding places! So what if he's been dreaming about blue hair and green eyes! It's nothing!!

But they're….strange, these dreams. Gepard doesn't usually remember what he's dreamt. It's out of his mind seconds within waking up. But these stick with him, they won't leave him be, they feel different somehow.

He dreams of Sampo bringing food to the frontlines and eating breakfast in his tent with him. Sampo always sneaks him extras. He dreams of chasing Sampo through the alleyways, Sampo sometimes letting himself be caught, Gepard sometimes catching him, and trying to ignore how it feels more like a game now more than anything else. He even dreams that Sampo tags along with him on one of his few civilian days. Sampo runs errands with him, prattles about inane bullshit while Gepard picks out groceries for the week, drags Gepard into some bakery he's never been to but he thinks Serval mentioned once.

And sometimes, it feels so close to reality, that Gepard half expects to see Sampo, shamelessly swaggering into the frontlines with all the guards' breakfast like his wanted poster wasn't only recently taken off the walls of Belobog. He's disappointed when it's always someone else instead. He tells himself his disappointment is ridiculous and if Sampo wants to go prowl around the Snow Plains or wherever he is, then fine. It's not any of his business.

…But it IS his job to investigate any unusual criminal activity relating to the frontlines. And the frontlines are Sampo's usual haunting grounds, and this is unusual activity, and Sampo IS technically a criminal, so it is absolutely part of his duty to look into this - is what Gepard tells himself the entire tram ride down into the Underground.

Natasha tells him he's gone, and Gepard has to steel himself. He knew Sampo made enemies wherever he went, there are a lot of people who would love his head on a platter, but he didn't think-

Natasha corrects him that she means literally gone. As in off-planet. Sampo always leaves her a note before he goes anywhere, so she knows not to expect any supply runs from him. He should be back in exactly two weeks. Thank the Preservation.

Gepard goes back home. He waits.

The uneasiness doesn't leave him.

"Where did you go?" Sampo stops dead in the middle of some story about Seele, and how you'd think someone with as blunt a mouth as her wouldn't have so much trouble asking a woman out, even if that woman IS the Supreme Guardian, and stares at him. He nearly fumbles his cigarette.

"Ahaha, what do you mean, I'm right here?" Sampo smiles at him the same way he always does. Gepard has no idea why he asked. It just popped out. He can never tell when Sampo is lying, anyway.

"I don't know. I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time." Gepard idly mouths at his own cigarette. He almost never smokes, but he wants to ration their stocks of Blizzard Immunity, and it helps with the cold. It's seemed colder lately, for some reason.

Gepard flicks his lighter once, twice, sighs at the third time because a metal prosthetic and thick gloves make the damn things so difficult. Sampo reaches over and wordlessly kisses the end of his cigarette to Gepard's, lighting it. "Thank you."

Nothing happens for almost a full 30 seconds. Something churns behind Gepard's ribcage. Because Sampo never leaves a "thank you" hanging. This is the part where he gives his spiel about how helpful and kind he is and Gepard either brings up how long his rap sheet was before Bronya helped clear his name, or just stares deadpan because seeing Sampo squirm is weirdly satisfying.

"…I'll be back in one more week."

Gepard jolts awake in his cot, mouth dry and eyes bleary.

The hell.

The next dream he has, Sampo looks tired. Sometimes he seems normal. Sometimes he says strange things, like how he wishes he'd gone to some restaurant in Belobog. Ate his favorite food more recently. Brought something with him. Gepard asks why he can't do that now. Where would he bring something? Sampo only shrugs. His rebuttals have less energy.

Gepard doesn't know if he wants to dream more, or less.

He ticks down the days on his calendar. Natasha hasn't told him any different. She promised she would if she got any kind of message. Sampo returns tomorrow, from whatever vacation or seedy business dealings he's been off having. He is not excited about it. He is not looking forward to it. He's not!!

Gepard falls asleep late that night, unable to settle. He dreams again.

He's alone. There are tons of people everywhere, the frontlines are always crowded. But he's alone. They all pass right by him as though he were a ghost. Gepard starts to walk before he realizes his feet are even moving.

He checks the trashcans in the dead end alley. He checks the supply crates that someone always stacks too high because they don't feel like finding more space for them. He pauses to check the soldiers that march past him, watching their footprints in the snow.

He finally finds Sampo on the rooftop along the northernmost wall, the one that looks out over the plains, towards Everwinter Hill, towards where the Stellaron had once been kept. With a full moon and an entire land of white snow, Gepard can almost see clear out to the horizon.

"Found you." Sampo stiffens, and Gepard is almost prepared for him to sprint off the roof. He doesn't. But he doesn't relax either. Gepard sits down next to him and stares out at the wastelands.

"…I fucked up." It wasn't what Gepard had been expecting. Sampo never 'fucks up,' Sampo just gets into incidents that are entirely, supposedly, not his fault and that he just happens to always be within the vicinity of.

"What did you do now?" It must be really bad if Sampo is coming to the Silvermanes for protection.

Instead, Sampo ignores his question completely. "See out over there? Right on the other side of that mountain. There's a safe house that way. It's hidden under a lot of snow and dead trees, but it's there. And in that safe house is a box full of letters. I need you to deliver those letters for me."

Gepard's brow furrows. It's a weird favor to ask. Sampo would never tell anyone where his hidden safehouses were. It defeated the whole purpose of a hidden safe house.

Something is wrong, something is really really wrong.

Gepard turns back to look at him again and startles, all of his questions dying in his throat, because the entire left side of Sampo's head is suddenly matted down, dark and sticky, his skin is dyed red red red-

"In three more months, there's gonna be something big happening." Gepard grabs Sampo's hand and it feels slick and warm against his palm. "I won't be here. So I need you to do my end of things for me." Gepard tries to keep hold, but something is fading, something is slowing, the sun is coming up but the colors are all wrong, everything feels like encroaching fog, Sampo's hand slides right through his. "I was gonna come back with my mask to finish setting the stage, but…" Gepard makes a frantic grab for Sampo's wrist, the air twists, he comes back empty-handed. "They have you. And you're the Iron Wall of Belobog. So it'll be ok."

Gepard finally manages to find his grip, snatches the front of Sampo's dark wet jacket and yanks him forward to hold onto him, and this close up, he can see it better, his colors are bleaching out, leaking outside the lines as if Sampo will become part of the background, as if he's fading into the strange fog that's been closing in on them. His fingers are already starting to feel empty again.

"Wake up."

Gepard jolts awake, uncurls his hands from where they're fisted in the blanket, scrubs the dampness off his face. Breathes. Breathes. Breathes. Today is supposed to be the day.

He throws on his civilian clothes, and he goes down to the shipyard the IPC had built. He finds a spot where he can see every person that returns to Belobog, and he waits.

And he waits and he waits and he waits.

No one he recognizes appears.

#sampard #gepo #hsr gepard #hsr sampo #gepard landau #sampo koski #honkai star rail #hsr #blood #my fics #lucid dreamer #there was more to this but it didn't feel right included here so part 2 tomorrow maybe?#I just think Penacony being the land of dreams presents some FASCINATING possibilities like showing up in other people's dreams #the end of masquerade duet killed me just beat me dead #Sampo going through all this trouble just to protect Belobog...#poor Ray got such an earful that night haha #In the Penacony dreamscape someone can change their appearance however they want but I think in this case where one of the dreamers AREN'T-#-on Penacony it would take more concentration to keep that illusion up #and if someone were say. hurt and badly bleeding. it would start to fall apart eventually as they lost their concentration.#but oh my heart #Sampo being away and missing Belobog so badly he shows up in his friends' dreams just to do the same mundane shit they always do...#He probably showed up to everyone #he sat around and kept Natasha company in her clinic. he pestered Seele until he provoked her into asking Bronya on a date.#he played one last song with Pela and Serval. he told them he'd always kept his old bass guitar.#he took Hook out on one last joyride on his scooter and he even let her sit up front and steer like she'd always wanted.#and he stood around to shoot the shit with Gepard #he got to go do things like run domestic errands together with him. as if they could have been something more than what they were at the en #it was nice to get the chance to do all that #it was nice

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skitterjitter · 21 days

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unsurprisingly to me, my favorite characters in Star Rail as of Penacony are Dr Ratio and Aventurine

Ratio because I too am an autistic in academia who wants knowledge to be widely and freely available. he might be cold and rude, but he genuinely wants to help people

Aventurine because I like characters with facades. pulling them apart and seeing what's underneath that mask is always Very Interesting

#Ryn plays Honkai Star Rail #Dr Ratio #Aventurine #I love them both SO MUCH #and I also have a LOT to say about them both #also RatioRine is my current favorite ship and could talk about that for just as long as each individually #not even romantically just character dynamics and how they interact and play off each other #add on Penacony's Dreamscape and --#oh boy that's some interesting stuff to dig into #I hope we get to see more of them outside of Penacony

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up-above-in-the-clouds · 3 months

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Wally, buddy, sweetheart, little cloud

They made a mona Lisa rubber duck

I- pfft- I can't breathe right now, I'm laughing too hard

#oh! duck!#mona lisa duck!#interesting!#welcome home dreamscape au

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renjunnipeikko · 6 months

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Overblots 1-4 for Yuu were like: Yeah I kinda had a hand in this but tbh I maybe did SOME delegation and that’s it, everyone else were the ones doing stuff

But because of that, for Overblots 5-7 they had already been deemed the Overblot Support™️ so even if they didn’t do a damn thing, everyone else was like “no, no. I NEED you”

Yuu has literally just become the emotional support prefect. Do they do anything? No! Is everyone still very insistent on them coming along? Yes!

…they all just need someone to hold them as they go through The Horrors™️

#Ch 5 was literally Vil himself being like ‘you WILL come along!’#Ch 6 was Rook and Epel being like ‘the three of us ARE stupid but we’re stupid TOGETHER’#and Ch 7 I only know vaguely but don’t wanna spoil entirely before it’s released in EN #however I think it’s along the lines of Silver being like ‘well… I can’t just leave them in this empty dreamscape…’#but also prolly realizing it’d be good to have one other person lucid in the dreams with him #considering what I know happens later he made a good call bc homie needed that emotional support too frfr #oh yeah yuu is also there bc of the beast tamer thing and getting everyone to know what teamwork is #that too #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu

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somekindofsentience · 3 months

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why not put the worst thing i have ever made here too.

context: dreamscape au. may apply to the actual canon if you want. (???)

art by me. song is that one kuromi ai cover of 679. based off something i found on insta.

#omori au #omori #omori dreamscape au #dreamscape au #omori sunny #omori basil #omori sunflower #what have i done. oh my god what did i do.#sentient rambles

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completeoveranalysis · 1 year

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Why is “Good Morning” such a cursed phrase in this universe

#Just OH the VISIBLE PAIN for them both #And you can visibly see them putting on a happier mask #For the sake of the other #Such a tender and small moment #That conveys so much for them both #Not liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #watanuki #Yuuko ichihara #xxxholic #xxxholic 77 #-oh do the CURTAINS CHANGE?#When Yuuko changes her expression?#SO STILL DREAM LAND?#IS REALITY REAL???#HOW FAR DOWN DOES IT GO?#DOES THE STORE EVEN EXIST OR IS IT JUST IN THE DREAMSCAPE #IS YUUKO THE STORE OR IS SHE JUST CONNECTED TO IT #UNCONFIRMED

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shkika · 1 year

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oo, how /do/ you interpret hunter meeting NSH in the void.. is it some sort of time-shenanigans where time doesnt pass the same in the void so when saint eventually gets around to ascending NSH they seem to show up at the same time as hunter? Or is it some sort of memory/vision and not really.. real.

I believe it's just not real!

It's possible to meet people in the void that have also ascended, but also the place works like a dream. You see what you most want to see there.

Artificers pups didn't ascend for example, she saw them because at the end of the day, assuming you took the path to the void sea, all she ever wanted was to see them again.

Survivor sees their entire family in home tree! I don't think every single slugger surv knows has ascended.

And I definitely don't think NSH has found a way to ascend either. Hunter just gets to finally rest in the arms of someone who she loved.

#oh void...#you weird dreamscape #i know some people like to think of it as bad or evil but personally i think its a dream #moon and pebbles call it one #and i think dreams can be good #especially for those doomed with unhappy lives on the surface cough cough #sliver probably had a bad time thoe #hehe hoho #going off topic sorry.#very interesting ask thank you!#bleedingtooth #ask

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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 1 year

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Okay, so Ford and Stan's dreamscapes probably change when they start sailing (or after they've been sailing a while). This is sort of a headcanon for how exactly I think they change.

(Should probably note: the wheat field and stuff definitely have symbolism, but I didn't look extensively into anything like that when I made this. I was more interested in stuff like the swings and broken shack and what that all means...stuff you can figure out without having to google anything.)

Anyway, the actual headcanon stuff:

Stan's dreamscape is originally shown to be the shack, all messed up and hanging partly over an abyss. It's greyscale and has a sort of tv-static thing going on. There's an 8 ball moon in the sky.

I like to think that the forest changes to be a dock or something. Instead of the broken shack, you've got the Stan O' War II. Definitely not pristine or anything, but also not falling apart at the seams. The Stan O' War II isn't in danger of falling into the abyss and being lost forever. It's something that can be used to traverse it probably.

It's still got a monochromatic, tv-static thing going on, but there's a slight sort of color filter over everything now. Blue, red, some other color? I'm not sure. Red is more stan's color, but (especially considering weirdmaggedon) it doesn't tend to be associated with good things. Maybe just a warm color in general.

The moon is now a sun. It's to match Ford, among other things. You'll see what I mean in a second.

Oh, also the swings are still there and they've been fixed up :)

Ford's dreamscape is a seemingly endless field of wheat. You've got a massive (emphasizing that its bigger than it is in reality because woah isn't that interesting) broken portal looming ominously in the distance, plus swings and the first Stan O' War. The atmosphere has dirt or smoke in it. You can tell because the sun in the background is tinted reddish orange.

(Bonus: the field also has an image of bill burned into it. Considering how dreamscapes work, it makes me wonder if that had any effect on Ford's actual mind.)

Anyway- all that grime in the air probably clears up at least a little bit. The sun looks pretty harsh in Ford's original dreamscape, so it probably isn't as horribly blistering as before, if it's even still there. Maybe the sky changes.

Breaking my rule here- a starry night sky can represent a revelation and be "an expression of pure joy". Of course, it wouldn't be "pure joy" in this case, but he's definitely a lot happier than he was before. The revelation could be that he has a family that maybe (definitely) cares about him and he's not alone anymore.

Tiny bits of wheat are starting to regrow where bill decided to just. Burn a wonky crop circle into it.

The wheat field is still there, but it's not endless like before. It's more of a really big forest clearing, with trees surrounding it (I also broke my rule for this one- forests represent endurance, resilience, and hope). You got some nice green in there now.

Portal's still there, it's probably never gonna leave. But it's not hovering terrifyingly in the background anymore, it's more broken down than before. Probably looks like those pictures of abandoned buildings and such being reclaimed by nature.

Swings are still there. The Stan O' War is replaced by the Stan O' War II.

Those are all my thoughts (I'll be honest. A lot more than I was expecting to write). If you also have thoughts, I'd love to hear them (not pressuring of course, don't do anything you don't wanna do. I just like discussion, and this seems like something that could be real fun to talk about).

#i wasnt planning on tagging them but this uh. turned out to be a lot more than i originally intended.#ford pines #stan pines #the full first name tags always seem to be where the deep analysis stuff goes so i guess this belongs in those tags too #stanford pines #stanley pines #all the writing is stans dreamscape is in code. is that an 'oh you cant read in dreams' thing?#is that a dreamscape in general thing?#is that stan specifically. does he just. dream in code.#has he been staring at the journals too long (yes) and now his brain is filled with codes?

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