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Leona "BABYGIRL" Kingscholar

In a fandom of worsening Dream derision, I gotta say I really love your strong strong participation in the Dream defense squad 🫡 Let's fight for our boy to have only the best.

I just halted a hyperfixation upon reading the words WORSENING DREAM DERISION— HOW DARE. HOW. After everything he's been through? He's the most compassionate, sweet, darling thing in this show, more so than Hob "fandom saint" Gadling. I love Hob to bits however if it was Hob lying on the floor, life choked out of him— our guy's first concern would NOT have been the 'dreamers being "hurt"', not even killed or anything, just hurt. But you know who did think first thing about his dreamers? That's right. Dream.

And Lucienne "fandom better than thou mom" who upon learning of Rose immediately was like 'kill the b' but you know who didn't, you know who didn't? Dream. That's right. Dream who was curious, sweet, interested. I JUST— HOW DARE THEY RIDICULE OUR SWEET BOY WHO HONESTLY just does his very fucking best in every turn of this show, only to be hit over the head eVERY SINGLE TIME.

Dream is the ultimate character, he is so full of EVERYTHING, he is so lovely, he is so good. He is a character who despite everything he had seen, had experienced, had suffered— who by all means should have went mad long ago— still tries, still goes on!

It's easy to look at Death and say ANGEL (and tbh yes but also) her work is brief, she meets and walks them, but it's a one time thing. For reference, about 67.1 million people die a year. You know how many people sleep EVERY SINGLE DAY???? 8 Billion. You know how many a year?????? two trillion nine hundred twenty billion.

That is how many people Dream's mind tends to EVERY, SINGLE, YEAR. So yes, Death is amazing, and bless her beautiful wings, however her job doesn't even scratch the SURFACE of the complexity of what Dream does every single day!!!!! So yes excuse Dream if he's strict on his rules, that are in place not for personal gain but for his dreamers PROTECTION. Dream who doesn't allow himself ANYTHING, Dream who works day and night with no breaks, sleep or food— Dream who still finds it in his heart to SMILE somehow.

Like I'm just???? How???? Dare???? Just. Look at him??? He's so good??? Despite his own flash and blood conspiring against him. Despite his own parents giving zero fucks about him, he still finds the compassion to care for a single child's life???? ?? ?? ? ? ? Dream who tries, despite the restrictions in place to be kind??? Who, honestly, taken really logical and sound decisions all through the series????? Like????

Bonus: Even Dream's own name is a showcase at how earnestly he wishes to be seen as good. How much he wishes for kindness from the people closest to him. Dream, he calls himself Dream. Not Sleep, not Nightmare— even though he is all of those things. no, he chooses to call himself a Dream and wishes for his loved ones to call him gently, to call him a Dream.

How does one look at such a sweet being and ridicule him. I will not accept. No. I shall not.

WIP. I usually just keep these to my server but I've been so inactive with the art-shit lately, so, here's this thing. It's babygirl Curly.......

i was Very Very Sad last night and i made this to make myself feel better and honestly? kinda worked.

Hear me out…King Ghost is wearing a white shirt and he somehow falls into a pond/lake in front of his wife. When he gets out of the water his white shirt is completely transparent and (y/n) can see everything. And while Simon is trying to get out of the lake he just sees his wife looking at him like 👀.

(In reality, a king’s shirt shouldn’t be flimsy and thin enough to be that transparent but I think it is a funny thought if Simon specifically got thin white shirts so his wife would check him out bc he’s a little slut for his wife but she doesn’t know that yet shhhh.)

omg bestie please this is the scene from bridgerton we all know and dearly love!!!!! yes!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden, glow across the lake. The winter season had finally passed, the snow gone and melted. Spring had sprung. King Ghost guided a small rowboat through the gentle water, the oars of the boat skimming over the water languidly.

As the boat glided effortlessly across the water, you sat back, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soothing lull of the water. You peek your head over the side of the boat for a moment, staring at your wavy reflection in the water.

“The spring here is beautiful, Simon,” you say, running a hand in the cool water.

“I thought you would like it,” he says, continuing to row the boat, each stroke of the oars propelling you both towards the dock. “Kastron is known for its wildflower fields, super blooms occur here in the springtime, especially during the rainy season.” 

“Oh wow! That sounds amazing, you’ll have to take me to see them sometime,” you smile, looking back up at him from the water. 

As the boat drifts, you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh spring air. It's a welcome break from the formalities and duties in the palace, and a chance for the two of you to be together.

Spending time with him was all you wanted a few months ago, and since then, he’s made a continuous and honest effort to spend time with you, and you with him. Honestly, you’ve grown to truly have an affection for him, a real liking for him, a stark difference from the time you first met him.

The sunlight dances on the surface of the lake, casting a shimmering reflection. You find yourself lost in the beauty of the moment, the gentle ripples of the water, and the soothing sounds of nature all around you.

Simon's strong arms work in time with the boat, his gaze never leaving you. He shifts slightly, thinking of something to say. "I had hoped this outing would be a pleasant surprise," he says, his tone soft and earnest.

You lean closer to him, reaching out to caress his cheek with your hand. “It is more than pleasant, Simon. It's perfect.”

His brown eyes, once reserved and guarded, now shine with warmth. He briefly stops rowing, allowing the boat to drift for a moment as he leans in to kiss the palm of your hand. 

"I'm glad to hear that," he whispers, his lips grazing your skin. "I wanted to show you a different side of Kastron, just you and me.”

You can't help but blush, feeling a flutter in your chest. The two of you had grown closer over the past few months, and it was moments like these that made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company. You've come to appreciate his dedication to his people, his sense of duty, and his unwavering support for you.

The boat drifted to a halt by the lakeside, and Simon gracefully rose to disembark. But, without warning, his foot caught on the edge of the boat's wooden plank, and he stumbled, pitching forward into the cool water. 

You gasped, your heart leaped in your chest as you watched him vanish beneath the surface with a splash. Your first instinct was to reach out, to help him, but you remained frozen, unable to take your eyes off the scene unfolding before you.

Simon resurfaced, water dripping from his tousled, sandy blonde hair, and that's when you noticed it. His once perfectly pressed white shirt now clung to him like a second skin, rendered completely transparent by the water. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw every curve and contour of his physique, the strong lines of his chest, and the ripple of his muscles beneath the wet fabric.

Your husband, the king, stood before you, basically exposed, yet somehow looks more alluring than ever. You didn’t have to know he tripped on purpose. Hell, he’s way too coordinated for a fall as simple as that. He only did it to impress you, to get into your subconscious. But you don’t have to know.

“Simon!” you cry out, springing up from your seat. The boat rocks as you push yourself up from your seat, leaning over the boat. You jump over your seat, extending a hand to Simon. 

He takes your hand with a sheepish grin, water dripping from his soaked clothes. “Well, that was—" he says, chuckling.

You can't help but stare, you really can’t. You help pull him back on the boat, watching his arms flex as he pulls himself up. His proximity sends a shiver down your spine, but you do your best to focus. “Are you okay?”

Simon nods, water droplets splattering around him. “I'm perfectly fine, just a bit wet,” he replies, slipping his shirt off. You are now staring unabashedly at his now bare chest, his muscles and abs rippling as he starts to wring out his shirt as best he can. 

“O– okay” you gulp, nodding. 

“What is it?” he asks, nonchalant.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, just…you falling startled me a bit,” your eyes darted around, your face growing extremely warm.

“Hm. Well, I am sorry for startling you—”

“No, don’t be sorry at all!” you laugh slightly, brushing hair from your face.

“Alright, I’m not sorry, then,” he says, now fully grinning at you. “I saw you staring.”

Your mouth goes agape for a split second, then you flounder, spluttering about how you weren’t staring. 

“I wasn’t staring!” you say incredulously, exaggerating your reaction. 

“You definitely were, darling.” 

“No I wasn’t!”

He just laughs, shaking his head. He turns, hiding his face from you for a moment. God, he’s obsessed with you.

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stoppp oh my god i did not expect that long of a response to a thought that popped into my head at work but omg this is so cuteeee ugh,,, i’ll cry,, im gonna adopt these into my polycule hcs now i swearr

im still thinking abt moze having little ‘spa days’ to remedy cracked hands but now im thinking ant him doing them to de-stress on days his germaphobia is flaring up :( also i am giggling at the thought of him being terrified of mud baths/soaks/masks sjsjsjs

Iwbudveje omg, perfectttt

I can see him just not wanting to do it at all unless either Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, or maybe even Astra does it with him-

Thinking about how each one would treat him- Jiaoqiu is gentle like always, helping him in the bath, putting lotion on him, and ofc making sure he doesn't scrub himself raw if he even sees a smidgen of dirt on himself. He also half-heartedly scolds him a lot for scrubbing himself raw, but Jiaoqiu knows he has mysophobia so he can't exactly do anything to help- aside from gentle reminders and putting lotion on him.

Feixiao is pretty much the same, but she tries to be a little adventurous with him; trying bath salts or bath bombs (he surprisingly likes the bath bombs, especially if they're purple) and ofc getting him lotioned up so he's not all dry and cracked. It's not fun- but the very second she suggested mud soaks, Moze disappeared and she couldn't find him for the rest of the day. He will not be touching those

And Astra- they're so, so gentle with him. They take their time, making sure he's comfortable- they literally went to the store with him and picked out stuff they knew he'd like or want to try. They didn't even try to mention mud soaks or anything of the sort, they knew he wouldn't be able to be found for the rest of the day- they absolutely love giving him baths, it's very intimate for the both of them. Just them, talking a lil bath with nothing else to worry about-

Moze will never, ever say it, but he appreciates how much each of them do for him. It's made the days he can't stand the feeling of himself a lot more bearable- and he'll always be grateful for that

Nurse Alastor 💉♥️🩸

He’s consuming my mind or something

This interaction is so canon

I think fallout new vegas awoke something in me gang...

All good, but no one is going to talk about Dafuq!?Boom! is handsome

Unfortunately there are only about 4 photos of him.

OH GOD... just look at this

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trying out different hair styles on Nureyev :)