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For JeanMarco week. The prompt is "Dream on"

Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.

William Arthur Ward (via psych-facts)

Hey, gang! This piece was kinda inspired by @territorial-utopia and @ginhaleamoon . I was thinking of an Dream On episode where Ralph, through a few billion Pop-Rock Icecream sodas and a short circuit, slowly grows from 5'2 feet to 502 feet. With help of his friends, he tries to get himself back to his normal size before he takes up all the room in Vapor Space, if not the entirety of Dreamland itself!

(That's a lollipop sign in Ralph's mouth, btw)

Something I did in Clip Studio Paint. SCARED SPACE BEAR.

my sister just told my mom that she's tired of us playing aerosmith all the time at home and that she wants to listen to "dream on." (face-palm)

Dream On - Aerosmith

Dream On

She’d let him wine her (okay it was a dirty martini but still) and dine her (how was the stew so cold and congealed after he’d spent half an hour in the kitchen of his ship?!) and that was as far as this impromptu date was gonna go.

Originally she’d thought it would play out very different… she was gonna let Andy run Teddy Bomber down and then steal the bounty out from under his horse’s hooves so she could cash it in herself. Easy peasy. But at no point was Andy even trying to catch the damn bounty. Oh no, he took out his gun and started firing at Spike flying overhead!

To her credit, she’d managed to jostle Andy’s aim enough to keep any shots from connecting with the Swordfish II - though in all fairness Spike would have likely been able to avoid getting hit on his own. And then when she saw the bounty crash it would have been just a matter of leaping from the horse to take matters into her own hands… but, though the horse was traveling slower than a standard vehicle or zip craft… Faye was in a ridiculously poofy dress that would not help her dismount at such a good clip without sustaining some injury to herself.

Besides, the dress was a rental - she wanted to be able to return it and get her money back.

So onward she rode with Andy doing his best to knock Spike out of the sky until Spike finally flew off and Andy let his horse slow from a gallop to a canter and then eventually a trot as they made their way to the ritziest harbor of the city.

Faye’s hopes had soared at that. The yacht which Andy led his horse to was simply superb. A great, gleaming vessel that lorded over the other ships like a queen surrounded by servants and other lesser entities. She shifted her way of thinking over. Perhaps she could establish herself as a part of Andy’s life… certainly he had the riches to wipe away her debt… she needn’t marry the man necessarily, although leading a life of privilege and power did hold a certain appeal.

Inside the vessel she found herself surrounded by the gaudiest collection of cowboy memorabilia she could fathom. There were tacky trinkets all over, several trophy animal skulls hung about, and for some reason the stable was right in the heart of the lounge. Well, he had said that he liked to play chess with the horse so this made more sense than the idea of Andy setting up a tall table in an actual stable.

His attitude quickly swayed her way of thinking from eyeing him up as a prospective suitor to trying to divert him from his goal of nabbing Teddy Bomber. If she could eliminate one of their bounty hunting rivals then the reward money would stand a better chance of being theirs instead of going to a fool like this who clearly had no need for money. Indeed, the way he used money should be considered a crime.

Andy, however, seemed to still believe that she was operating on a level of pure attraction with the end goal of hopping into bed with him at the end of the night. He blathered on for quite a while about all of his triumphs and all of his hobbies and all of his genetic superiority. After the lengthy explanation about why his head of hair was to be considered the best in terms of thickness, stylability, rich color, and so on, she was ready to jump out of a porthole just to escape his own grandiose ideas of self.

“Well, the time has come it seems,” he announced abruptly, no segue whatsoever from the prose about his sculpted musculature. “You’re to be given a true gift tonight by sharing my blankets and my bed. Are you prepared to ascend to heights of ecstasy beyond imagining? Do you think you can possibly handle all the man before you?”

Faye stared at him incredulously. She made sure to keep eye contact with him as her right hand drifted behind her back to access the spray bottle she’d tucked into the lace-up back of the dress. Just one spritz and she’d have him drooling on the couch and no longer boring her to tears. With a man this egotistical there was no chance the sex would be equal to the hype.

“Oh you simple, simple man…” she crooned. “You think you could bring me to any level of satisfaction?” She snorted. “Dream. On.” And then, with a devious grin, activated the spray right in his boastful face.

Confusion rocked his features for only a moment before the drug took effect and laid him out on the couch half in her lap. From across the room, the horse made a huff and Faye glanced over at it.

“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt this oaf. I’m not even gonna rob him blind like he so richly deserves.” A pause as she considered what to do next. There wasn’t anything that she viewed as worth taking to a pawn shop and she had no idea where a safe might be on this ship, so looting the place was indeed not her goal. Still, she deserved something for putting up with his bloated ego and the prattling on he’d done for hours about himself.

Hmm… perhaps something that would benefit not just herself… the stew had potential, though he’d done an abhorrent job with it. Clearly the man was used to having a waitstaff cater to his dietary needs if the way he cooked (er, reheated) was any indication. But she had full faith in Jet making the stew more palatable and this way even if they gave up on Teddy Bomber at least they’d have a well stocked pantry for a bit.

Yup, the only thing of real value here was the food stash and she was gonna take every last can.

Post - time skip Tsukishima coming in from the museum after a tiring day of keeping everything straight, to you cooking his favorite dish.

He creeps up behind you even though he knows you heard him come in. He slips his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck. “Missed you” and “Love you” are whispered into your ear as you continue your task in the kitchen.

You ask him about his day and his quiet nature will dry up immediately. He will go on long rants of kids trying to touch the works of art and people yelling at him for telling them off.

He listens to you as you rant about your day after he calms back down.

He promises to make it up to you coming home late while you assure him it’s fine that he only came in 15 minutes later than usual.

He decides this is how he wants to spend the rest of his life. Cuddled up to you as you cook for him in a little house hidden from everyone.

Suddenly the ring in his sock drawer made so much more sense.