#Four ''I-dream-of-us-doing-it-so-often-i-couldn't-make-the-difference-between-dream-and-reality''

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

I thought Wa was the only dumbass

But turns out Four is just as useless

[just-a-carrot]

Hello Carrot.

This will seemingly come out of nowhere but I feel an intense need to share it. It just so happens that, lately, I have been replaying Our Fantastic Wonderland. Suddenly, a theory struck me, as to what Our Fantastic Wonderland is, exactly.Here's my thesis : I believe that OFW is a dream. An actual dream fabricated by the brains of the main characters, with Iggy's brain having the most agency on it. Let me explain my arguments.

Number one : On and off switch.

As the game starts, the player quickly understands that this fantastical universe is a game of D&D led by Hunar, in which each of the characters are... Well... Characters. HOWEVER. It is a pretty common theme in dreams (mine at least) to regularly switch between a spectator and a character. I cannot count the amount of times I've dreamt I was consuming a piece of media, and also somehow WAS a character from said media. Of course, this was never a "switch" as organized as a game of D&D (as a matter of fact, I never even got to play that game!) but that is still a reoccuring dream theme.

Number two : the inconsistencies.

As the first argument points out, the game presents as a D&D campaign, which would be a reasonable explanation for what OFW is.... IF it wasn't for several inconsistencies that wouldn't make any sense in a REAL LIFE setting. For one, Hunar seems to be able to change the visual settings of the fantastic world, without even uttering a single word. For example, when Iggy and Genzou insist that they empty field they must cross is suspiscious, Hunar is able to suddenly change the scenery, ithout visibly doing a thing. Furthermore, Genzou asks Iggy if the field now looks scary beyond reason. This implies that the characters can actually SEE this universe (aside from Genzou but you know what I mean) and that this may NOT be a product of their imagination. Then, the glitch. As the rabbit guards capturee Iggy's comppanions in the place where supposedly lays the Sacred Altar, Iggy comes back to "reality" and asks his "real life" companions where they are. If the crew truly was sitting at a table, playing D&D, this couldn't actually happen. And this is what a lot of dreams do. Alter "reality" and often make the dreamer feel disconnected from it. One may argue "Oh, but Iggy is just really in character!", except that IF it was the case, he would be calling out for Ghent in the Ghent/Gidget route. But no. He calls out for Gidget. He is not playing, he's genuinely terrified and can't seem to come back to "reality".

Number three : the callbacks.

This fantastical universe the characters seem to find themselves in is supposedly a completely new, invented world. HOWEVER, some things are just a little TOO familiar. The tomato creatures, The giant eyeball, the rabbit guards... The way Jerry acts is also a little TOO close to the way Orlam acts as the king in wonderland. The same poses, facial expressions, and a very, very similar motivation. Jerry explains that he and his kind were relentlessly bullied and used until weakened. He explains things in a way that can DEFINITELY remind the viewer of the way Orlam explains his suffering started long before Wonderland. This is very interesting, because dreams are known to be an amalgam of things the brain has learnt and absorbed in real time, a rework of memories, if you will. And this... This fits the perfect definition of it.

Number four : the characters beyond the characters.

The way the characters act in OFW is extremely familiar. At first, it is seemingly explained by the fact they seem to be playing a game of D&D. But... As mentioned earlier, with the glitch, Iggy is genuinely reaching out to his friends, not just their OFW personas. This is ESPECIALLY striking in his ending "you make me happy" declaration, notably in the Gidget/Ghent route. As Ghent and Ignatius are about to fell to their doom, Iggy specifies that he loves Ghent for who he REALLY is. And this... This hits DIFFERENT. Iggy isn't talking to Ghent... He's talking to Gidget. He's telling them that he loves them for who they truly are, not for the persona they fabricated to supposedly be more likable.

Number five : remembering.

I believe that OFW is a dream, fabricated by Iggy and his friend's brains after what occured in Our Wonderland. Some sort of "multiplayer dream", but that isn't some oracle or vision. An actual dream, almost instantly forgotten upon waking up, that would occur between arc four and arc five, right before the "I remember everything!" realization. This would make sense, considering :

- Among the first 4 timeloops in OW, despite Iggy being a reliable narrator and having some feelings of rememberance regarding the first loops, there is one character who seems to remember slightly better than he does : Genzou. Indeed, Genzou is often the one to say things like"I have a bad feeling about this choice" in OW. Of course, this could be explained by the fact that he has fallen to quite a guesome death in pretty much every ending, but I also believe he retains more control on his brain than the others. This explains why he doesn't seem to really "change" upon entering the Wonderland, and explains why he falls into a depressive episode upon remembering everything in detail. Because suddenly, every little feeling he had MADE SENSE. In a horrible manner too. Of course, this checks out when one realizes Genzou IMMEDIATELY recognizes Jerry.

- After killing Cecil in arc 5, Gidget suddenly comes to the realization that they have been living under this fake persona this entire time. This realization has been revealed due to Cecil being the voice of reason, able to see beyond Gidget's persona, but perhaps, it was also a distant subconscious memory. Perhaps, in the back of their mind, they heard a voice that said "You make me happy. The real you.".

- Lastly, of course, Iggy wakes up after falling to his death with the love interest of his choice. He wakes up... In the real world. The OW real world. And that feeling he experiences, of "perhaps later, calling Genzou/Orlam/Gidget" would also explain his sudden choice at the end of OW. Iggy's entire character arc is that he feels he has no sense of self, and doesn't even make his own choices. However, the player still chooses which love interest he will end up. BUT, what if each of the three "love interest routes" in OW is a continuation of the OFW routes? This would not only make perfect sense as to why Iggy suddenly feels more drawn to one of these 3 characters, but it would also reattribute some agency for Iggy. This is a choice HE makes, as a continuation of that dream he had. This wasn't the player's choice, but Iggy's all along.

I'M DONE. Sorry for this MASSIVE paragraph, I got really excited over this. I'm a philosophy student, perhaps that explains why I structure my thought so much and can't seem to shut up XD. I had a lot of fun with this theory, although I feel like I'm going too far into the analysis. But that's just how I am, I can't help it. I was wondering, is this theory viable in any way?? Or am I completely off and taking random details for massive hints?

(Thank you SO MUCH for reading all of this, if you do.)

oh my gosh!! this is so long and thought out??? I'm in genuine awe reading this. I'm not sure anyone has ever analyzed the OFW stuff in such detail...

I'll be honest and say that even I don't fully know exactly how I want all the pieces to fit together between OW and OFW. even when making it, it was just supposed to be this silly non-canon thing, but as it went on, I suddenly started to connect it more and more to the main game, and then afterwards brought so many pieces of it INTO the main game, so it exists in this way that connects the two but with probably countless possibilities for how it all works (that I don't even want to get into as I actually like it a bit more when it's somewhat nebulous and the answers aren't all there and ppl can come up with their own theories)

this is fascinating though... I'm not sure I've ever thought about the possibility of it being a dream before?? but a lot of what you said really makes sense!! so I definitely think it could be a viable theory 👀

I really like how you connected it in so many different ways, like how Iggy is speaking to them even beyond the reality of the OFW world and Jerry's whole thing and Genzou being more unaffected. Some of these things were things I didn't even notice or do on purpose myself (though this is not surprising LOL ppl are constantly pointing out things from OW that I didn't even notice or plan 🤣) it's made me think about OFW in some new ways even myself!!

so yeah I think this is a perfectly viable theory for what could be going on! Thank you so much for sharing it all with me and for taking so much time to think about it and write it all down!! I'm honestly so touched when ppl send in theories and analysis guhhhh to think that ppl would be putting so much thought into my stories and characters... It really means a lot ;-; 💕 and I absolutely love reading them so much. so thank you for sending it in!!

[donutloverxo]

Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end. 

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination. 

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more. 

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it? 

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed. 

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago. 

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. 

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you. 

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain. 

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you. 

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him. 

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel. 

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection. 

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you. 

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock. 

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight. 

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences. 

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that. 

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it. 

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place? 

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you. 

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away. 

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed. 

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept? 

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway. 

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you. 

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could. 

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together. 

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said. 

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well. 

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release. 

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you. 

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him. 

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length. 

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat. 

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length. 

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could. 

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest. 

But then… 

Were you grinding against his cock? 

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest. 

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped. 

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

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