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sin-tax-errotic · 1 month ago

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Supernatural Fics

LEGENDS: 💦- SMUT | 💗- FLUFF | 💔- ANGST

DEAN WINCHESTER

💦AN ANGEL by sleepyangelkam (Dom!Dean)

💦Still Love Me? by dean-winchester-is-a-warrior (MoC!Dean)

💦Until My Dying Breath by winchester-fantasies (MoC!Dean)

💗Trust Me by carryonmywaywardcaptain (MoC!Dean)

💦Fiend by fatecantstopme (Demon!Dean)

💦Sexy F*cking Nerd by whimsyfinny

💦Please, don't...Daddy by c1eepypas1a (Dark!Dean)

💗Welcome Home by deanstead (Dad!Dean)

💗💔 Not a Lot Just Forever by take-it-on-the-run (Dad!Dean)

💦P*ssyDrunk!Dean drabble by bunpuppe

💦Sweet Affairs by mxilkyways

💦If I Catch You by thirdsaltyhunter (Ghostface!Dean)

💦Caught in the Act drabble by figthoughts

💦 Playing with Fate by wayward-dreamer (Demon!Dean)

💗Too Many Beds by mind-empty-just-fictional-people

💔Empty Eyes by glorystark

💗 Under Control by kaleldobrev (MoC!Dean)

SAM WINCHESTER

💦Size Difference Sam Winchester {SFW & NSFW} by sammyslovergirl

💦I'm Better by nikkisheep (Soulless!Sam)

💦P*ssyDrunk!Sam drabble by samsno1

💦₊˚⊹♡ mean by ohsc

💦 Hair Pulling by ryrywrites

💦Go Easy by negans-lucille-tblr (Dom!Sam)

💦 Pollen by nuemanfilms (Dom!Sam)

💦I Got You by sammyluvr (Dom!Sam)

💦Worship You by sammyluvr (Priest!Sam)

💦 Body Worship drabble by rubyvhs

💦 Plaything by sleepyangelkami (Dom!Sam)

💦 Break by nuemanfilms (SoftDom!Sam)

CASTIEL

💦 Obedience at its Finest by bunnysbrainrot (Casifer)

💦Takeout Tuesday by gilverrwrites (Human!Castiel)

💦Your Whore by kdfrqqg (Dom!Castiel)

💦Sin, Virtue, and Vice by the-writer-ofthe-fandoms

💦Dream a Little Dream of Me by everything-is-by-design

💦Imagine: Castiel’s serious-minded idea of post-sex pillow talk by webcricket

💦Imagine: Castiel really really likes your inspired idea of compromise when it comes to solving a long standing bone of contention persisting in your otherwise copacetic coupledom by webcricket

💦 Last Night on Earth by hollybell51

💦Experience by gallavichsreddie1128

💦Don't Bet On It by hollybell51 (Virgin!Castiel)

💦Sweet Angel by beanthesprout (Sub!Castiel)

💦 Blessing by gabriels-blade (Soft Dom!Castiel)

THE BOYS

💦 Wet Dreams (SPN pref!)🩷 by via-l0ve

💦Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️ by via-l0ve

💦💗.⋆｡When They Realised That They Loved You｡⋆. by hannibals-favourite-meal

💦Unholy Night 1 | Unholy Night 2 | Unholy Night 3 by holylulusworld (Dean/Sam/Castiel)

💦Hellnight by holylulusworld (Demon!Dean, Casifer, Soulless!Sam, Demon!John)

💦Teach Me by jessybarnes (Dean, Castiel)

💦Finally Giving In by grilledcheeseandtomato (Dean, Sam)

💦Guessing Game by bunnysbrainrot (Dean, Sam)

💦Why Not Two by nuemanfilms (Dean, Sam)

💦Sharing Father and Son by naughtyneganjdm (John, Dean)

💦Birthday Pie by negans-lucille-tblr (Dean, Sam)

#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #dean x reader #sam x reader #castiel x reader #supernatural #spn #fanfic #smut #fluff #angst

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 months ago

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Jareth x dreamy reader🔮✨️🌌

How he would react if he was fascinated by you.🔮🌌🌠✨️

Part 1.

Part 2 here

A/n: hello dearies, this was my first attempt at doing a fan favourite childhood movie. ❤️✨️ I plan on writing a fanfic, but please let me know if you'd like a part two for the venetian masquerade scene. I'll admit I might rusty with his character because I haven't seen the movie in a while 😅.

Labyrinth requests: open

You were always a dreamer, daydreaming imaginative worlds beyond anyone's understanding, creating creatures in your mind that appealles to the eccentric.

No one really understands you, not deep down. On the outside, you may speak with politeness, telling others of your little endeavours of fantasy yet twas not in their interest nor care.

You never really fit in with the world around you, dreaming as others spoke in the usual topics of gossip, romance, sport, debates, and social societies of the world.

When working, you would dream of yourself in a flowing white garb dancing around in a fae forest pretending to be a different creature.

One night, you watched a film you believed to be rather fun and eccentric, not thinking much of it.

You recalled your mother was fond of the film, as you remembered. You had watched it once before as a child, then as a teenager.

However, as the day went on. as you worked. driving. Sleeping. Your daydreams soon turned to seeing yourself within that world, and not only that—

In the day dreams, you envision—not purposefully—you were often interacting with one of the characters within the film, the goblin king.

Though this phenomenon wasn't unusual as this happened when you were but a teenager. It was quite crazy to think that if you told anyone, they wouldn't believe you. Most saw it as only a movie, others saw it as their fantasy.

You didn't think much of it at first. Though, it was always in your mind, in your dreams despite never researching about the film.

One day, out of the blue, just as you were about to head to bed. You were wandering to the kitchen to turn off the lights. When you saw a book on the counter, out of curiosity you examined it. As to how it got there was a mystery.

Examining it, it hit you with the realisation the title was the same as the movie you had watched. How was this possible? I don't remember having owned any book like this?

Reading it plagued your curiosity. Did I—no—I don't recall buying this—how on earth? Did I—

Your questions were soon put to rest upon seeing the outside light flicker on. It had motion sensors, so whatever moved would activate it. That's odd? Perhaps it was just a cat roaming outside. They often do trespass to hunt for whatever else may be out there.

You placed the book back down onto the countertop. Taking a peek outside the window, seeing if anything was outside. What the hell? Is that a barn owl. Here. On the fence.

In hindsight, you were rather in awe than suspicious. You loved animals, and barn owls were quite rare. Once, as a child, you recalled a similar experience of a barn owl perched on the roof. It was rather extraordinary.

The owl seemed unaffected by your presence as it tilted its head, observing you—curiously.

You didn't want to disturb it. So you thought of taking photos to show your parents whom were out of town for the weekend. Grabbing your phone, you attempted to take pictures when suddenly—it was gone.

Baffled, you opened the door to your backyard, looking around the area. Nothing.

You didn't think too much of it, yet you were slightly disappointed. It was a rare sight to see something extraordinary in the moonlight.

Looking down at the book—and thinking of the movies plot. You wanted to test the theory of these coincidences. Scoffing to yourself, you jokingly said the words "ok, then, coincidence or not—".

You dramatically turn, acting like a character in a stage play. "Goblin king, goblin king, heed me, take my life away from here."

Within whispers and echoes—nothing. Nothing happened.

"Did she say it? Did she say it!".

"No, shut up!."

"Those weren't the words!".

"All she has to say is 'I wish my life away from here' it's not that hard to say."

"Shhhh, she's speaking again".

You picked up the book, reading the words from the beginning. Testing it once more. You thought of all the moments of conversing to many, not making any sense of your imagination. Trying to fit in within the world, and yet, they never understood you, despite being kind.

With genuine emotion, you say plainly, "I wish my life away from here."

Suddenly, with a turn of events, a gust of wind passed through the trees, and it wasn't gentle, but rather heavy. Turning, you didn't think a storm was possible.

Though it was put to rest when the door to the backyard swung open with brute force from the blustery winds, as glitter rained from in from the winds.

The owl that had perched against the fence had flown inside the home. Transforming into a man. You couldn't believe your eyes. You were too flabbergasted to speak.

"My, my, not even a second later, and you've already spent a wish on something so foolish—I'll be honest y/n, I was expecting a rather more exciting display from you." He was rather peculiar. His attire was not of modern fashion. Donning a white blouse with grey leggings with black boots. What caught you off guard was his outward apperance.

"That's because I thought it was fictional." You muttered.

"Fictional, you say? Hm~ Well, I'm afraid not, for I'm as real as you." He cocked a smile with a rather British sly tone.

"No, I'm dreaming, this isn't real—" you muttered, stopping. "This is a dream, you're not real, I'm simply in bed dreaming right now."

He found it funny. He was taking pleasure in your flummoxed reaction. Despite how wished to deny it true, he was real—and he was here to fulfill your wish.

"Y/n, do pay attention, I've heeded your wish, and I am here to grant it." Suddenly, within the grasp of his hand, a crystal clear ball fluently appeared. He started turning it, spinning it. Displaying tricks that seemed impossible for any human to do.

"Not all young girls get this privilege. What I'm offering you is far more than what anyone can simply have." Within the crystal ball, a vision began to play. A dream. One that happened during one of your day dreams. "I can take you there, you know, all you have to do is ask."

"Dreams can be made." You said simply. "There was merely a misunderstanding."

"And yet your dreams can be granted. Look at what I'm offering you y/n, a life far more than your own, a place where you're understood, a land in which none can harm you. A world completely of your own." He spoke as if he knew you completely, as if he'd been observing you each day, watching your dreams.

"I—I couldn't, what of my family, my friends, my loved ones." You say in a soft whisper.

"What of them—the deed is done y/n, and I'm afraid there's not much you can do now." He whimsicaly spoke with a cunning tone.

"There must be—surely—if there's a way to counter any deal, curse, or legend. Then, there must be a way for a wish."

"Hm, quite the insightful young thing, aren't you. Very well, I shall give you a chance to take back your wish if—you complete my labyrinth."

"Labyrinth?" You questioned whether or not such a place exists. After all, it's not like you could simply teleport to where he was speaking of.

Suddenly, turning behind you, you were met with a great, vast plane and seeing a stoned architecture resembling a maze with a castle in the middle. "You have 18 hours to complete my labyrinth or."

"You shall be trapped here forever." With that, his voice disappeared within the wind. As you turned to ask "wait but, how do I—hm?, ok, guess I'm on my own."

With that you were on your way.

What you hadn't known was that he had watched you from the start. Taking fascination in only you when the rest were only but white noise.

He could've sworn he dreamt of you once or twice yet, to his astoundment, you were as real as the throne he sits on.

To you, you had no idea how excited you made him. He only wanted you as interested in him as he was in you.

Even if you couldn't recognise it, he wanted to trap you forever within a dream where he could finally have a companion that could understand him. Build worlds and new domains for his labyrinth. To finally have a queen/king/royal by his side to hold forever.

He wouldn't have approached if you were not of interest. Many have attempted to catch his interest and yet failed. After Sarah, no one could capture his care nor attention. He was left within a void. Until you came along.

For now, you were his dream, a wish he could grant, and he plans on keeping it.

#labyrinth x reader #labryrinth #labyrinth 1986 #the goblin king #jareth #jareth x reader #jareth fic #labyrinth headcanon #david bowie #the goblin king x reader

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catpeepeepoopoo · 6 months ago

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camp camp dreamers au my one and only au ❤️❤️❤️

tldr max can enter other peoples dreams and it just so happens he meets david when he starts entering his dreams involuntary… much to max’s dismay they meet irl at camp a whole year later…

#camp camp #dadvid #cc david #cc max #camp camp fanart #cc dreamwalker au

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wisemins · 8 months ago

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I WASN'T ABLE TO GET A PHOTO OF HIM DUE TO HIM BEING BUSY, BUT THERE WAS A GUY DRESSED UP AS WILLY WONKA AT MY LOCAL CON TODAY. HE LOOKED A BIT LIKE GENE WILDER BUT WAS DRESSED AS THE TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET WONKA. I INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF YOU AND WAS SO GIDDY SEEING HIM.

I'M SOOOOO HONORED OMGGGG JEBFJDJF THAT SOUNDS SO COOL!!! THE IDEA OF SEEING GENE IN CHALAMET WONKAS FIT MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPYYY ❤️❤️❤️ I'M SO GIDDY THAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME 💕💕💕 I APPRECIATE YOUU!!

#starshine rambles #starshine asks #❤️: He's the one good thing #❤️: A dreamer of dreams

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shiyorin · 7 months ago

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Hope I’m not late! Could be any primarch/space marine either before or after corruption.May I ask about the raping of some serf that had fallen asleep near the chambers? And due to loneliness and being fucking pent up they grope her and after some quite while suddenly are balls deep, with her still asleep. Cut to the a year later, ship’s full of rumours. Well, serfs giving birth isn’t exatcly something weird. The child just becomes like their mother later on...but this child is just weird and growing abnormaly. The fate of them both is also yours to decide...to be either unrealistic taking the serf in due to regretable night or more plausable execution of a newborn due to them being a mutant❤️

#Why did I choose TS? I don't know, random.org said so.

#Unnamed Thousand Sons x F!Reader

#Rape, noncon, NSFW, somnophilia, there is a description of pregnancy,...

#I'm bad with summary so I won't do anything with it.

You won't wake up soon.

The sorcerer stares down at your sleeping form. His mind trick has you trapped in a deep slumber, completely at his mercy.

He's not sure why he did it, casting that subtle hypnosis when he spotted you drifting off alone in this dusty hab-room. Maybe it was the warp's dark desires, twisting his thoughts to sinister temptation. Or maybe it was just the primal, feral urges every Astartes struggles to contain.

All he knows is seeing your exhausted body sprawled out there, so soft and vulnerable, awakened something... wrong inside him. Something that made his double-hearts feel way too confining.

This was wrong. Profane, even. You were just a lowly serf, an insignificant mortal whose only purpose was servitude. But those thoughts couldn't stop the Astartes from reaching out with his gauntlets and roughly gathering you into his embrace.

He wraps his huge arms around you, pulling you into his embrace effortlessly. Your body feels so tiny and delicate compared to his towering transhuman bulk. Just a fragile little mortal sack of flesh and bone, a helpless mortal compared to his might.

You were so light, so fragile in his arms. Your head lolled back, mouth parting slightly as you remained trapped in that unnatural slumber. He nuzzled his face against the warm, soft skin of your throat and inhaled deeply. Your warmth and sweet scent quickly enflames his senses with fresh desire.

Holding you tightly against his huge chest, he slowly ran his tongue along the delicate seam of your lips. No resistance, not even a flutter of awakening as your breath was stolen away. He tasted you greedily, feeling your chest rise and fall with panicked panting, but you didn't wake. How deliciously helpless you were in this state...

His massive hands slide down to squeeze and palm your tender, yielding curves as he grinds his hips against you forcefully.

"Such a little mortal" he growls in a deep tone. He could crush you without even trying... but why he should do that?

As the sorcerer pulls your limp, sleeping form against the throbbing heat of his crotch. He basks in the psionic feedback of your peacefully dreaming mind, aroused by its blissful innocence even as he feeds his corrupting taint into your subconscious.

His long tongue slithers out of his fanged maw, coiling between your parted lips to plunder the sweet recesses of your mouth. Deeper and deeper it plunges as he steals your breath away. What little air remains gets crushed from your lungs as he smashes his body against yours in an embrace.

But despite all of that, the mind-trick holds your consciousness fast. You remain completely unaware, slumbering on as a helpless dreamer in this waking nightmare.

"Exquisite..." The sorcerer's graveled whispers drip with heady arousal as he drags his rough calloused palms over every inch of your exposed skin.

With one overpowered tug, he rips away the flimsy rags covering your body. Now you lay nude and exposed, your most intimate places to his gaze. He feasts upon the glorious, forbidden vista with eyes wide and shimmering with unholy ecstasy.

You're perfect. Every sumptuous curve and swell crafted with such artful elegance. Those ripe breasts, those sculpted feminine ridges and valleys, all brought into sharp relief by the Astartes' deeply lurid perception.

He trails his rough, calloused finger-pads over each exquisite inch of your prone flesh, drunk on the maddening sensory feedback. The texture, the warmth, the softness… like spun silk and liquid fire all at once.

His fanged maw gapes open in a silent moan as his grip grows more forceful and possessive. You remain dead to the world, locked away in his psychic trance.

A burning ache blossomed in his loins as he imagined all the things he could do. He could take his cock out and rut against your limp body right here, smearing your pretty face and tattered robes with ropy strands of hot semen. He could spread your thighs and shove himself into your vulnerable, unmapped entrance while you slept on, blissfully unaware.

The thought made him shudder with blasphemous, warp-spawned ecstasy. He could defile you completely, utterly take possession of your mortal body for his own cravings. And you wouldn't remember a thing when the spell was lifted. Unless... he wanted you to.

Spurred on by this lack of resistance, the sorcerer's remaining inhibitions start to crumble like papyrus in a bonfire. His hands grow ever bolder and more rapacious, groping and mauling with shameless entitlement now. He sneers with sadistic glee as pale blue-purple bruises begin blossoming across your skin under his crushing grip.

You shift in his crushing grip, legs parting unconsciously as the psyker starts grinding his growing erection against your hips.

Your limp head lolls bonelessly, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted in a way that makes his cock throb. Groaning, he pulls your face against the sweaty cables of his neck and just breathes you in. Hands roaming, groping at the soft flesh of your rear and inner thighs. He hooks his fingers into the waistline of your skirt and briefs, tugging them down with a single, impatient yank.

Feverishly, he undoes his undercarriage, letting his huge, throbbing erection spring free in all its purplish, vein-laced glory. He groaned as his calloused palm wrapped around the swollen shaft, working the sensitive tip in slow, teasing strokes. Ropes of clear pre-seed immediately wept from his slit, painting your bare thigh in sticky trails. You didn't even flinch, totally enslaved in your sleep.

The psyker aimed his bloated cockhead at your exposed slit. He roughly shoving two fingers into your silken depths. You were drenched but still incredibly tight, an irresistible combination that made his cock jump needily.

With a feral grunt, he lined up the broad tip of his manhood and started pushing forward. Inch by deliciously snug inch, you were forced to accommodate his girth. Your body stretched around the invading member, your petals straining wide yet somehow accepting every last vein-ridged inch within.

The sorcerer gasped as your molten sheath swallowed him to the hilt.... you're so wet, so tight. He'd never experienced anything like the heavenly friction clenching down on his cock.

Unable to restrain himself a second longer, he pulled back until just his flared tip remained, then slammed home again. And again. His massive hips quickly worked up to a merciless piston, tramming his full length inside you over and over with a force.

All you could do was weakly squirm and whimper, mouth gaping in a silent scream as your womb was ruthlessly battered. But in your mind, you were drifting through shifting dreamscapes completely unaware of the blessed rapture rocking your mortal body.

So small, so damnably fragile... But taking every vein-slathered inch of a psyker's cock like it was nothing. He moaning, slamming you with each powerful thrust. His hands burned blistered prints into your delicate skin from how tightly he gripped your thighs.

The pistoning echoed loudly in the vaulted chamber. The sorcerer's amplified endurance and stamina meant he could have taken you for hours on end before feeling the need to peak. But the sleek, molten friction on his cock and the view of your helpless body quickly proved too much.

His growling breaths grew more labored as he chased his climax. His balls drew up tight, swollen with a massive backup of pent-up seed just waiting for release.

With a few more strokes, the psyker growl as he reached his limit. His jaw strained wide open in blissful torment as his cock spasmed violently, erupting thick ropes of burning issue straight into your waiting womb.

He hilted balls deep, trapped there in ecstasy as his cock throbbed and pulsed, absolutely flooding your depths with endless waves. It pumped into you in such massive quantities that his seed had nowhere to go, squirting back around his buried shaft in a hot, sticky rush.

The torrent of seed utterly stuffed your belly, rounding it into an obscene bulge until excess streamed down your thighs in ropy trails. He groaned gutturally, never having unleashed such a ferocious explosion of relief before.

Eventually, the last few weak spurts oozed from his tip. But still he didn't withdraw, hips remaining flush so his cock could marinate in that sloppy mess of frothing nectar and cream. He cradled you close, uncaring for the sticky mess as you laid bonelessly against his.

Your bruised, cum-stuffed body draped so perfectly over his own. Your soft, shallow breaths tickling his cheek as he nuzzled into the crook of your throat. He nipped at the sweat-pearled flesh there affectionately, fangs grazing without breaking skin as his hands roamed over your pleasantly rounded curves in reverent strokes.

What was this emotion settling over him? It wasn't lust or hunger driving him to use you l anymore. Those intense urges had been scratched, at least for the time being. No, this felt... more?

Like he wanted to do more for you. He wanted to protect you, care for you in a deeper sense. Keep you close by his side. He wanted you to feel comfort and pleasure, not just to provide your own.

Is this what being a "lover" felt like? Of course, he knew the definition of "lover" by heart. But....

Some profound emotional bond he may have sacrificed the ability to feel when he gave himself wholly to his new life. But looking at your marked, debased body somehow made him almost... wistful. As if he once knew something warm and beautiful that had been shorn away, leaving only this raw desire behind.

Maybe if it was him in the past, he could understand. He could not recall that ghost of his former self, no matter how his battered soul scraped those old wounds... but the longing remained all the same.

With a shuddery sigh, the psyker merely pulled you tighter against his. His corrupted flesh could no longer feel such superficial things like warmth or softness, yet he still clung to you with desperate fierceness. He would sate his lusts over and over again on your lush form until the next battle urged his abilities forth once more.

And until then... just maybe he could pretend, for a few fleeting moments at least, you were something more than that. Maybe you are his 'lover'

Just wait until you wake up…

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The halls of the Immaterium were a formless void of madness and eternity. A place outside the constraints of linear time where even the most stalwart minds could be swallowed whole by the hellish tides of Chaos.

How long had he been adrift within that nightmarish un-reality? He'd lost all sense of self, allowing his immortal essence to fray and fragment amidst frenzies of eldritch horrors. Just another hollowed husk withering amongst the psychic howls echoing from distant, unknown dimensions.

Until... he felt it. A familiar spark amidst the madness, drawing his frenzied consciousness like a beacon in the abyssal murk.

A soul - small, achingly mortal, yet blazing with the warm light of life he'd all but forgotten existed beyond the immortal pollution of the Immaterium. He instinctively anchored himself there, clawing his way back into the corporeal plane to coalesce around that guttering ember of temporal existence.

Reality bled back into shrieking focus all at once. The sorcerer gasped, feeling the first touch of atmosphere scorching his lungs after an endless sojourn breathing naught but howling insanity. His eyes snapped open, revealing a blasted cityscape that stank of death and plasmic fire.

Wails of anguish echoed all around him as refugees fled the ruins in panicked droves. Overhead, the roar of engines and explosions painted the smog-choked skyline in crimson and gold. He stood in the middle of a ruined crossroads, his armor thrumming with barely-leashed arcane might.

And there... huddled in the bombed-out remains of what may have been a domicile, he saw you. His anchor, his tether to sanity in this mortal realm. Clutching a tiny, frail thing to your breast and shaking with terror that etched lines of exhaustion into your face.

A child. Your child, he realized through the haze of recognition clouding his enhanced mind. So young, its life newly-kindled... but somehow already stamped with his brand. Intrinsically linked to his.

He remember it...

He came back for you.

He extended one taloned gauntlet, feeling ethereal tendrils of energy reaching out to the two terrified souls before him...

#shiyorin's answer #shiyorin's writer #wh40crack #warhammer 40k x reader #space marine x reader #Nsfw.

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amxrany · 8 months ago

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!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

First dream we land is Epel's dream, let's get going:

So the gang land in a street in NRC where the Great Seven are located. Idia assists the group through his tablet and everything seems to be normal, but they still don't know whose dream this is.

Until we see this

(They really made the memes a reality in the worst way possible (affectionate). i love and hate twst for this lmao)

Let's just say, the entire group is absolutely traumatized. Like legit Grim said Buff Epel is taller than Jack 😭. Even Sebek was scared when he called for him. Then Grim asked Epel if he was supposed to be shorter, but Epel doesn't remember much. All that he knows was that when he came to NRC, he was already taller than most of the students.

Sebek also remembers that Epel is shorter than Lilia, in which Epel remembers that he admired how he play an active role together with Malleus even though he's a short king. Then, he remembers Lilia's advice "Mage strength isn't related to their size".

Grim's trying to make Epel remember everything from the events of Book 6, where he was the first one to save him. Grim thought that Epel was cool at that time.

That's when Epel learns the truth, that accepting himself for his strengths and role as the poison apple is what made him stronger. This causes Epel to wake up, but because of that fakes of Rook and Vil proceed to try and stop them. But before they fight, the gang has to do their magical girl transformation (I keep giggling at this)

Epel manages to trap the fakes with "Sleep Kiss". Once they were done, Epel tells the gang that they showed his uncool side. But Silver disagrees, saying that only people who are strog-willed can fight the darkness. Gotta mention that Epel is also horrified of his buff version. Sebek says that he thought Epel was feeble, but he could fight; and he managed to develop his unique magic. Epel said that success rate was around 70-80% but he managed to do it, and Sebek got a bit jealous. Of course, Silver teased Sebek not to lose and Sebek doesn't need to be told twice about that.

So we get an update of the plan from Idia, where he said that involves creating fake NPCs to fool Malleus into thinking that dreamer is still there but in reality they have already escaped. So, Idia sends out invitations to anyone who could possible be "awake"

In the end, Epel tags a long with us as we go to another dream...

Ok finished Epel's dream today, I'll be doing Rook's dream and Vil's dream tomorrow since it's already late in the evening as I'm writing this so yeah have fun guys ❤️❤️❤️

Previous: Part 1 Next: Rook's Dream

#rany talks about twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #diasomnia #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #epel felmier

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psychics4unet · 1 month ago

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Find Out How Your Love Story Will Blossom! 🌹💖 Choose Your Pile to Uncover the Secrets!

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Pile 1: The Lovers 💕 Ace of Cups 🌊💌 The Star 🌟✨

The Lovers represents a pivotal moment in your love story, one that speaks of profound connection and meaningful choices. This card often indicates a soul-level bond or a deep partnership that challenges you to choose love, commitment, and vulnerability. It also hints at crossroads, where the decision you make will impact your romantic future. Will you follow your heart or take a safer path? This card reassures you that true love is worth the risk.

The Ace of Cups is overflowing with emotional fulfillment and new beginnings. It symbolizes the start of something beautiful—a fresh relationship or a renewal of love that fills your heart with joy. This card speaks of emotional depth, intuitive connections, and the kind of happiness that feels pure and refreshing. If you're single, it could indicate the arrival of someone who stirs your heart, while for those in relationships, it signals a rekindling of love.

The Star brings a sense of hope, healing, and divine guidance to your love story. This card illuminates the path forward, reminding you that even after challenges, love can shine brighter than ever. It suggests a phase of renewal, where wounds are mended, and dreams are brought closer to reality. The Star encourages you to trust the universe, as it aligns to bring your romantic wishes to fruition.

Together, these cards weave a story of deep connection, emotional beginnings, and divine blessings. Your love story is one of hope, renewal, and a bond that feels destined. This pile reveals that love will guide you toward emotional and spiritual fulfillment, creating a harmonious and joyful future.

Pile 2: Knight of Cups 🏇💖 Two of Pentacles ⚖️💞 Queen of Wands 🔥🌹

The Knight of Cups is the ultimate romantic dreamer, representing a person or energy in your life that offers love with creativity, imagination, and a touch of mystery. This card signifies a romantic pursuit, where someone expresses their feelings with vulnerability and grace. It can also symbolize a journey of self-discovery, urging you to follow your heart and seek deeper emotional connections. Expect heartfelt gestures, poetic confessions, or even a whimsical date that makes you swoon.

The Two of Pentacles highlights the importance of balance in your love story. This card suggests you may be juggling priorities, whether it’s balancing work and relationships or managing emotions and practicalities. While the journey might feel a bit chaotic, this card reassures you that harmony is achievable with effort and adaptability. Love is about give and take, and this card asks you to find a rhythm that works for both you and your partner.

The Queen of Wands radiates confidence, passion, and charisma. She reminds you to channel your inner strength and embrace your unique magnetism in your love story. This card encourages you to lead with boldness, take initiative, and let your fiery energy inspire your romantic life. Whether you're manifesting a new relationship or deepening an existing one, this card assures you that your vibrant spirit will attract the love you desire.

Together, these cards reveal a love story of romance, balance, and fiery passion. Your journey involves emotional offerings, mutual effort, and the magnetic energy that only comes from true connection. This pile highlights a dynamic relationship filled with both challenges and joy, urging you to embrace your strengths as you navigate the dance of love.

Pile 3: Ten of Cups 🌈🏡 The Fool 🎒💘 Wheel of Fortune 🔄💖

The Ten of Cups is the ultimate card of emotional fulfillment and joy. It signifies a love story that leads to a "happily ever after," filled with harmony, trust, and shared dreams. Whether it’s a long-term partnership, marriage, or simply a deep emotional connection, this card paints a picture of love that brings you peace and joy. It also represents building a future together, creating a family, or finding your sense of belonging within a relationship.

The Fool invites you to step into the unknown with excitement and trust. It signals a fresh start or a new chapter in your love story, one that requires courage and faith. This card encourages you to take risks, let go of fears, and leap into love with an open heart. While the journey may feel uncertain at times, The Fool reminds you that love is an adventure worth taking.

The Wheel of Fortune represents the hand of destiny shaping your love life. It speaks of cycles, changes, and fated connections. This card suggests that your love story will be influenced by unexpected events or twists that lead to growth and opportunities. While some changes may feel out of your control, this card reassures you that everything is aligning in your favor to create a love story full of magic and synchronicity.

Together, these cards tell a story of joy, new beginnings, and destined connections. Your love story is one of emotional fulfillment, adventurous leaps, and fortunate twists that align perfectly with your heart's desires. This pile encourages you to trust the flow of life and let love unfold in its own beautiful way.

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