Dream Xd - Blog Posts

The mortal who caught a gods heart (part 2)

I feel the rain soak my hair and cloths like it wised to undress me, it was sinful but felt nice, I craved the touch. I look up seeing her in a white dress, it rested a over her mid thigh as she sat in the rain, the grass around her was wet, her hair was out and rested on her shoulders hugging her. I walk closer but feel my body become heavy, she looks at me, I want to scream her eyes are black and gone blood painted her cheek, I felt rage and saw my enemy holding her eyes, her whimpers reached my ears and I felt like I was being stabbed, she screamed it was like I was bing stabbed multiple times then I fell backwards it went black. I jolt up feeling sweat coat my forehead and I see her laying in her red silk gown fast asleep, my eyes watered. I moved closer resting my chest on her back, I placed small kisses on her bare shoulder as I went to Enter twine our fingers. She moved slightly her voice was small and precious “ what’s the matter my love” I kissed her cheek and ear gently “ I had a dream my love” I felt myself break, before a god that fears not a soul only feared to loose a soul, I could bring her back from the dead but to fail her the first time would break me. She woke up more bringing me close and hums “ do not cry my love I’m here” I shake and grip her arms bring her closer as I kiss her more and more “ you were so beautiful in your dress” I sobbed my words “ you..you..you looked so beautiful in the rain why did he hurt you” her face held sadness as if she saw my dream as if her eyes were really take and she was stabbed, I felt a heat rise in my chest and my cries became more desperate “ I failed you, I failed you” she places small kisses in my bare chest and shoulders “ it was only a dream my love, you will never fail me” I hide my face In her neck and sob “ you were so beautiful my love” she gently moves her fingers through my hair, she brought me closer. Then she began to get up. I saw and heard the sky start to fall, her now in a red dress she pulls me towards the doors “ I will be beautiful for you again my love” she moves into the rain and I watch it run down her body then I see the smile I love ooo so much, she smiles reaching out as she sits on the grass “ my love “ I come closer and wipe my eyes, she pulls me down kissing me deeply and moves her fingers over my body. She smiles bring me inches away from her gorgeous face “ my love, I trust you and know you’ll protect me until this body grows old and my soul goes away. I fear nothing because I have you” I wanted to cry more. In all of history no god has ever bowed or been ruled by a mortal and here I am on my knees for her, her body grows old each day. I can see her soul at night, her body is only a vessel to a beautiful white soul a soul that will go where I can’t go. Kiss her so deeply as if it was my last day on this dreaded planet. “ even when you do grow old my love, I will sit by you till the end just know you are pure” her eyes were beautiful, I’ve seen jewels and Ruby’s but nothing compare to her. With my words I brought more life to them. When she asked the gods for a painting I only saw her dull dead eyes but now that I hold her and love her, a new light lives in her. I made the once sad soul a beautiful one. I kiss her gently “ till death “ she kisses me back “ do us part my love”

(Artist:iwaixumi on Twitter)

@can-i-be-your-blue just saw ur thing lol was bored so here

The mortal who caught a gods heart

“She’s beautiful” I watch her walk pass me and she smile gently at me, her smile wasn’t forced or evil. It was beautiful. Her cheekbones held power even when she smiled. She talked about art and the values of it and how it made her feel, she was art. She was a Greek statue if not then an old famous painting. Age is beauty and she’s shown it well, I watched to touch her so bad not in a sexual way but in a way like when you see glass, a beautiful glass statue, you can gently move your fingers over it and look through it. I watch her from afar as she’s speaks out the painting she loves so dearly, I sit on the other side of the museum and can’t even bring myself to look at anything else but her, she was a true piece of art. My soul ached to feel her. Her face was beautiful, her nose to her legs, I’ve never been one to look at legs but hers were beautiful. I sit on a white bench and sigh feeling defeated until I hear a voice, I look up meeting her eyes and wow was all Could say but I said it out loud, she giggles omg, she giggled . I felt like I was gonna fall over, I sit dumbfounded by her. She lifts her hand elegantly and I shake it ooo so gently like she was really glass, she got a bit nervous and I spoke more asking for her favorite pieces. Her face lit up like a child with candy, she pointed from afar at the painting that rested on the wall, the way she described it made me want to fall in love, the painting was of an ancient garden and held a beautiful blue pond. she said the pond was the middle bc it symbolizes the mind as a calm gentle thing but also powerful enough to cause destruction. Flowers symbolize the thoughts in one’s mind, we are all born pure and the flowers were pure but held ideas. The pink and orange sky are emotions in the mind well one of a woman’s mind, pink was compassion,love,feelings, orange was the power to want or need but she said the orange to her was the urge for love, I look over seeing her eyes held a calm, they held love. If this painting was a person I would have no luck of having her this brought her a type of love no one could ever give her, her heart belonged to this painting and Mine belonged to her. I will admit it was a silly thought but I was jealous of a painting, how unfair an object stole her heart before I could but to see her face the way it was made me want to sit like that forever. Ooo to be this simple minded, not a care in the world only a large room full of art and young women deeply in love with one piece, things I give up to have this moment painted and put on a wall, her face was art,it was meaning. I sigh deeply being to feel overwhelmed by her, I was dumbfounded, caught in this web. I run my fingers through my hair and breath deeply feeling a blush creep onto my face. I wanted to give her another name besides art. I didn’t know her name but I needed no name for beauty, she could be a rose in a garden and I would still know her, I felt like a school boy that had simple stumbled on the prettiest girl in the school but no I’m beyond my years and I found something beautiful, I felt my knees become weak. “ you’re beautiful” that’s all I could say before looking away, she giggled lightly resting her hand on my arm, I felt like I was gonna fall. Help was all I could think, help,help. I felt warm and her touch was like ice cold and smooth. She made me so nervous but so comfortable. I lean forward feeling her hair and smile as she looks at me. I didn’t know what took me over but I kissed her and she kissed back, this is what heaven is like, beautiful round lips curved at the bottom so she held a pout, beautiful eyes. I felt like I was standing before a goddess, she held so much power and here I am disguised as a human to see her, I’m a god who fears a mortal. She could break my heart and I would still roll out velvet carpets for her, I move closer “ be mine” she moves her hands in my mind and smiles ooo so big her voice was gently and her words were like melting chocolate ooo no not chocolate but like beautiful tea it was so hot but filling. Her words could of brought me to

My knees her voice made my legs shake “My heart is and always will be yours” she comes closer cupping my face “ I know it’s you“ I look away “ how” she laughed intertwining our fingers “ I see you in my dreams, then a tall god like man happens to come here asking about my painting, the painting you inspired an artist to make just for me” I look away “ you are so clever now aren’t you” she smiles getting up, her dress moves with her figure, I snap out of my Hallucination and go after “ I will not loose you again in this life or another my love”.

(Artist: nachtflut on Instagram)

(Anybody want a part two👀👀)

I'm translating from Russian.Hi, I created a mini au in short, dream got into a fucking situation and it was so shitty that he made a deal with xs.. as a result, he became a babysitter for the egg..and because xb didn't trust dream much, he connected him with 3 sinners..Your sins are connected..Oh, it's a pity there's no one who won't ask me questions..

P.s. I drew it at random, that is, I didn't try very hard..I mean veda

Shiny god ✨

"Dream a Little Dream of Me." 🍄💚

[Click for higher definition]

Man don't you hate it when God gives you Sentience against your will?

Inktober Day 1: Dream

Unfinished sketching & penning and talking below

Look, the prompt was "Dream" and my brain turned off. I reverted back to my roots.

I do love how this turned out. Got myself new pens and whatnot so I can have more pop & color in the pieces so that's pretty sweet.

Time to burden myself & overfed you all for the month /j

dreamXD !!

Some more little dsmp drawings!

he's little lost

He attack

Maybe i should've listen to my teacher instead of drawing this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So much stuff happened on stream while i was drawing that...

I gotta draw more tomorrow!!!

Okay okay okay listen

So Gogy slept during most events on the Dream SMP but when he got his own lore THE GOD came to help him to built a MacDonalds

👀👀👀

meet the mind of illusion.

[song: infiltrator — christoffer moe ditlevsen]

(open for better quality)

Okay, so, I tried using Krita one more time, and you can see how arts quality slowly disintegrated, because I was tired of using it. (Where are default brushes-) I think I'll leave Krita for some more time, I'm not ready for it. Maybe one time I'll learn to draw backgrounds. Krita is not foe linearts I guess

Anyway, here my (at least current) designs of these three

There’s variants,

Anywho, It’s Him!

totenkopfe ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[900+ words]

Description: Being a god is hard when you're not the one with power. As you ponder this, a certain god comes to chat. (Dream x Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You spread your fingers wide, feeling the familiar curls of magic spread over your mortal form, encompassing it in more power than a normal mortal could handle. The withering grape vines held delicately in your hands come back to life, bright green leaves embued with your power blessing whoever decided to use them with the finest wine for years to come.

And as it always did when you used your magic to save your lifeblood, another god came to see who was messing with his.

"You again," Dream said, their mask fixed over their pointed nose, ever-calm and regal. "This is the fifth time this hour?"

"These are new and they are so weak. I must save their vineyard, they supply my biggest followers." You cast another hand to a few weak vines, thumbing a crumbling leaf between your fingers as it's too far gone death decays once more. "The nation is suffering from X-dee's happiness, for it has not stormed in many a night. If this goes on even the child cannot sing these plants better."

"I suppose that is true," The overseer of death looks upon the rows of decaying life and they sigh. They lift their own hand above yours, resting softly on top of yours as he pushes his magic into the air. For all the mortals' cries, Dream is not the god of death. He is the overseer and he is the judge but he is still fair and he is kind. The plant hums beneath your finger, back to life easier than it's known in weeks. "The mortals do not deserve your kindness, O'estatic one. They are greedy and one day they will mark their own end."

"And one day, albeit far later than theirs, so will we," You flip your hand to press your palm to his, sharing the most emotions in the easiest way godhood allowed. "We are not all-lasting as Chaos or Order, we are simply here as long as humans will it so. And not all humans are thieves or scoundrels, and not all thieves are scum amongst angels. As most humans are, I've found them to be complex."

You turn to your plants, sighing as you trail a vine. "Such fickle things, letting such irrationality guide their lives for so long, letting fear and indecisiveness plague their thought when if they thought to ration, would find people do not simply hate them for breathing. For what reason for plants if not humans to enjoy them, a fine wine such as the ones we lay to be created may never be tasted and appreciated because the right person decided for everyone else that nobody wanted them. I find that they are horrible things, but not for their own vile acts, but for the ones coming from a wrongfully good place."

"I haven't had such time to think like that," Dream admits, coming to your side. Here, so close to you, he tips the mask back from his face. Such opposing foes as yourselves, to think of each other as so close. Their lips are parted ever so slightly, his gaze focused on nothing as his mind runs.

"I only ever have time," You sigh, fixing the gold bands on your wrists. "You run a kingdom, I run a vineyard. Time is not something you come about sparingly, not without reason."

"So what is your reason?" Dream turns to you, his human-like freckles standing out amongst pale skin. It was always ironic to you, how someone who looked so human was so disconnected from them. The thought never lingered long,  drowned out by prayers from newly-wed wives asking to be blessed with child or for drunkards for the best wine, sometimes even from the occasional person questioning their gender and pleading for advice from the god known as their patron. "Surely a god as kind as you would have loyal followers."

You shake your head ruefully. "The drought has either killed them all away or shown the ones whose faith had always been waivered. When I showed no help in ending it, even if only for it being out of my control, they had chosen their stance and switched patronage." Now your time was filled with visiting your still loyal followers, as few and far in between as they were. Laying small blessings upon the bastard child's head for green thumbs and fixing a quick wine for the laboured mother who wished for a break.

Dream frowned, emotions so humane they were written like scriptures upon his face and detailed in his eyes curve and forehead wrinkles. "I apologize, O'estatic one. I had not thought of how the drought might've affected the ones still based here."

"It is my hometown," You shake your head even if Dream does not understand the meaning behind your words. "Perhaps I was not raised here but my mother's blood spilt on these holy grounds for me to be born godly. I will bless these as my home for as long as the land remains."

"I'm aware," Dream shakes his head although he does not argue. Fixing a gentle stare over the vineyard, he extends his arm to you. "Our work has been done for today though. Come for a visit to my kingdom. It has been a while since our last dinner."

"Alright," You place your hand gently on his forearm and like a godly voice had not saved these plants, disappeared within a gentle breeze of wind.

{《☆》}

[YOOOOOO I'm tired but I literally can't sleep lol I just watched ranboo's phasmophobia stream with bilzo and this one long af dnd video with Slmcc and I'm basically on the equivalent to drugs rn (/j)]

[I really don't have anything to say except my back freaking hurttsssss]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

Taglist: @creatorofstars