#I can't believe that I dreamed about falling asleep lmao

[eclecticraine]

So, lately I've been wondering about people's dreams of Morpheus.

Anyway, I had a dream about Tom Sturridge. So, not quite Morpheus, but in my dream he acted as Morpheus. I'm guessing I dreamt this because I fell asleep listening to the Sandman Dreamcast.

I dreamt that I was at a café. However, Tom Sturridge lived in that café too, so it was kind of an apartment as well with two bedrooms. I dreamt that I was staying over, and I couldn't sleep. I knocked on his bedroom door and told him that I couldn't sleep. He tucked me into his black covers, and then asked if him pretending to be Morpheus would help,, he went from wearing a black t-shirt to a black, velvet cloak lined with stars. He was wearing his helm and had the ruby too.

He started speaking to me in the voice that he uses for Morpheus 😳😳,, and I became so relaxed and wanted to fall asleep. He then took out something which I'm interpreting as Morpheus's sand because it felt like warm air blowing gently on my forehead and then I fell asleep.

(Then I'm pretty sure I had a weird dream within a dream and woke up, but it's still pretty funny that I dreamed of falling asleep lmao)

[dcandmarvelimagines]

sweeter than you ever knew. (pt 5)

Series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 Pairing: Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader Word Count: 6.2k Warnings: AFAB reader (uses she/her pronouns), 1st person POV, non-mutant Reader, this chapter is just smut, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, cum eating, nipple play, whiff of breeding kink (I'm very funny), biting, reader has a nightmare that's a little graphic but brief, Wade is very annoying lmao Author's note: I can't believe it's over!!!! It's insane to me how much love and support this had gotten :') I just want to say thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! Please enjoy! <3 ao3 Tags (if I forgot someone I'm so sorry!): @fallout-girl219 @xolosimp @o0aligoth0o @thedevilsaysthings @jaeyuni @redmitsuru5 @jeffs77 @spideybv28 @trumanbluee @jennapearce13 @chxrrybomb22 @7soulstars @what-the-jams @lostinheavensworld @purplestars222 @whiskeyghoul @paintballkid711 @unmotivated-artist164 @amararosesblog @bontensbabygirl @belgium2 @g0ldenstarr @wolvndmouth @sseleniaa @reddesires @harryshousewhore @sun7lowxr @minniekitties @ceobuggy @clancy-the-pretty-odd-killjoy @geckosssssss

The next few days were a haze of food, sleeping, tender touches, and above all else, comfort. Most days I awoke to Wade cuddling close. Logan was too much of an early riser to stay in bed. He would get antsy the longer he lingered, grumbling about how he couldn’t just lay around all day. But I found that sleepy smiles and little nibbles to his jaw could convince him to stay. Even more so if I just happened to push my butt against his hips. 

My leg was healing well, the bruise fading to a dull purple after a few days. The pain was manageable but it always hurt in those first few hours of the day. Wade was more than happy to rub and kiss at my skin every morning. I stopped needing the painkillers during the day but Logan insisted I take one before bed to minimize any discomfort in the morning. It was easy to sleep with the numbing effects pumping through me. My body would feel heavy, my mind quiet and still. I never dreamed. I simply closed my eyes and awoke to the morning sun. 

But I was getting better. So I opted to not take one on their last night with me. It was hard to calm my racing mind and I tossed and turned before Logan snapped a heavy arm around me. “Do you want one?” He sleepily asked. Wade was already out, flat on his back, mouth open. Both of them were able to fall asleep in moments, a skill born from their military service, but Logan was unfortunately a light sleeper. 

“No,” I mumbled, tucking my head under his chin, running my nose along his throat. He had showered before getting into bed so the woody scent of his body wash was strong on his skin. “I need to stop relying on them, need to sleep on my own.” He hummed but stayed quiet. One of his big hands slipped under my shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto my skin. 

I was on the chair again but my limbs were free. I stood, looking around. No one was here. The concrete room was quiet and cold. I walked slowly to the large door, peaking through the small window. 

Nothing. 

Swallowing, I pulled it open. To my right was endless darkness and to the left was an infinite hallway. Something shifted in the darkness as I lingered. I quickly turned to the left. There were no windows or doors as I walked. 

I heard something over my shoulder. When I glanced behind, it looked like I had made no progress, the darkness still close to me. My pace quickened. I heard the sound again. A low gurgle. 

I could see a window at the end of the hallway, sunlight painted across the floor. A hand ran through my hair and I started to run. Whatever was behind me ran too. 

“Sweetheart.” 

The sunlight wasn’t getting any closer. 

But whatever was behind me was. 

I felt their breath along my neck. Cold needles pricked all along my spine. I couldn’t run any harder or any faster. Something caught my foot and sent me sprawling. Before I could scramble away, a hand latched around my leg, dragging me deeper into the darkness. I screamed, nails ripping at the concrete. 

“You’re safe, come on baby, wake up.” 

Then I was forced onto my back to look up at my attacker. It was him. His face was half gone, eyeball hanging from a destroyed socket, brain oozing and pulsating. I tried to fight him off, clawing uselessly at his mangled face. 

He glared down at me, hot blood splattering across my cheeks from his exposed skull. Then he held up the knife before plunging it deep into my chest. I wailed, fighting with everything I had. 

“Come on, you gotta wake up for me.” 

The knife tore from me with a disgusting sucking noise. Then he drove it in, again, and again. 

I sat bolt up straight, chest heaving as I panted. Cold sweat misted my skin and my clothes stuck to it. My eyes were cloudy from unshed tears. With shaking hands, I rubbed at them, and found something warm speckling my face. 

It was blood. 

“You back with us?” The voice was soft but I still jumped. Logan was also sitting up, his body tense. I could see four distinct scratches along his cheek in the weak moonlight. I let out a sob, clambering into his lap, arms latched tight around his shoulders. 

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimpered. He lifted the quilt over me and wrapped it tight. It didn’t stop my shivering. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. Should have known better than trying to touch you while you were having a nightmare.” I kept readjusting my hold, trying to find the position with the most contact. I wanted to crawl inside him, be encased in warmth and comfort. “It’s okay,” he hummed, throat vibrating against my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.” His hands were under my shirt again, fingers digging into the tense muscles of my lower back. He let me shudder and cling to him for a few minutes, sobbing onto his shoulder, the skin quickly becoming slick with tears. “What do you need, princess?” 

“Just you, please,” I lifted my head from his shoulder, “just you.” Our mouths hovered close and he nearly went cross eyed to keep me in focus. Then he nodded. The kiss was sloppy and desperate but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him against me. He let me take charge, one hand braced on the back of my neck. For once, I wished he had worn a shirt just so I could grip it tight. I settled on digging my fingers into his hair. It had gotten long, trailing along the nape of his neck. The longer I kissed him, the more solidly in my body I felt. My head felt clearer as the last of the nightmare ebbed away. 

He was making these soft, tiny groans against my lips that made heat trickle through my veins. I needed more. My hands went to my shirt but Logan stopped me, his lips pulling back, forehead against mine. 

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled, collecting both of my wrists in one of his. “You aren’t thinking clearly.” 

“Says who?” I wiggled, trying to snake out from his grip. I knew it was impossible. But as I shifted, I felt something press against my stomach and Logan let out a faint groan when I pushed myself against it again. “You don’t get to make that decision.” 

“I can smell how scared you are.” 

“I’m not.” I sounded like a petulant child. I was scared. But I craved him and Wade. I wanted to let go, let them chase away all my worries, feel their skin against mine. 

“Relax, take a deep breath,” Logan hummed, ignoring my useless protest. The grip on my wrists had loosened and I took advantage, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him against the headboard. Anger was swirling up in me. 

“Stop telling me what I want. I thought you said you would give me anything I needed. Why is it so hard for you to think I might need you? Might need to feel…” I stumbled over the word I wanted to use, loved. Logan’s face relaxed, the worry leeching away, a soft affection replacing it. 

“Just don’t want you to rush into anything just because you’re scared, that your emotions are in high gear.” I huffed. 

“Then help me calm down,” I pleaded, kissing his scratchy cheek. “I know you and Wade will take good care of me.” He groaned, the sound low in his throat, eyes squeezing shut. “Please,” I whispered as I nipped the corner of his jaw. My nails lightly scraped along his chest as I waited for his response. 

“Okay,” Logan sighed, tilting his head back to allow me to bite and kiss at the newly exposed skin. “We can do that for you sweetheart.” I kept up my assault on his neck, marveling at the bruises disappearing seconds after I had placed them. “Are you done pretending to sleep now?” 

“I was just watching. We need to work on your self-confidence, peanut.” I shouldn’t have been surprised Wade was awake, and even less shocked that he’s been observing us. The bed behind me shifted and Logan spread his legs to accommodate Wade’s body. “If a hot piece like this is begging for sex, you shouldn’t try to convince them that they’re wrong.” Logan growled, his palms hot as they skated over my ass, before dipping into my panties, gripping the flesh. I rolled my hips over his and was rewarded by a small hitch in his breathing. 

“It’s not my confidence, I just need her with us to do this.“ His voice dipped, soft and sweet again,”lean back for me baby.” I do as he asked, back flush with Wade’s chest. Wade’s lips immediately descended on my throat and he cupped my breasts through my shirt. My eyelids grew heavy as he started to circle my nipples, the fabric a pleasant scrape. “Lift her up a bit,” Logan commanded. Wade curled one arm around my waist, easily raising me an inch or two off of Logan’s lap. 

Logan’s fingers dipped under the elastic of my panties, his eyes never moving from my face, examining every expression. He moved between my legs, the pad of his middle finger brushing my clit. I wasn’t wet or turned on enough, yet, for that simple touch to do anything, but I still pushed my hips forward, craving more. Wade nuzzled his face into my neck, sucking at the skin. That made me whine. Logan moved in languid motions over my clit, not too firm, and just enough to reignite the warmth inside me. 

Wade removed his lips from my thoroughly spit covered neck and made a satisfied humming noise at the sight. “So beautiful.” He released my breasts and I opened my mouth to protest but he slipped under my shirt to resume his treatment before I could. 

“Go back to kissing her neck, she likes it, don’t you sweetheart?” I nod, biting my lip as Wade tweaks my nipples. Logan’s middle finger traces around my entrance, collecting my slick, but going back to my clit, the new wetness making his finger glide easier. 

“He gets so bossy in bed,” Wade huffed. “Next time I’m in control.” Logan’s fingers suddenly left me and I gasped in shock. He reached up, his two middle fingers extended, pointed towards Wade. 

“Shut up,” Logan growled, “get these wet for her.” Wade was more than happy to oblige, lapping like a dog at the tips before swallowing them to the knuckles. With his mouth next to my ear, I could hear his exaggerated sucking and slurping. Logan groaned, hips bucking against mine briefly, before he pulled his fingers back. A long trail of spit stretched and snapped between the two. His hand dove under my underwear again, soaked finger prodding at my entrance. 

“Did you know, after that night in the bar,” Wade mumbled against my throat, lips tracing my racing pulse. “Logan came from just sucking you off my fingers.” I could feel the man under me tense, like he was going to attack Wade. But he relaxed when he felt how wet I had gotten from hearing that. A finger slipped inside me and I groaned, head falling back on Wade’s shoulder. Wade’s fingers were long, able to poke and prod anywhere inside me with ease. But Logan’s were thick and there was a pleasant stretch around it. “Oh look at that pretty, pretty face,” Wade cooed, abandoning my neck to kiss at my flushed cheeks. “He’s so big isn’t he?” I moaned in response as Logan started to pump into me. “But that stretch feels so fucking good. Makes your toes curl, doesn’t it?” 

“Yes,” I whispered. Logan’s chest rumbled, gripping my hip as he increased his pace. Wade reached for the hem of my shirt, one borrowed from Logan, and went to pull it over my head. 

“No,” Logan rasped, thumb pressing against my clit, forcing a moan from me. “I like her in it.” Wade chuckled. 

“He’s such an animal, isn’t he?” Wade teased, but let the shirt go. “He loves marking his territory. It’s going to drive him crazy to smell his cum in you.” 

“Wade, shut the fuck up.” Logan’s other finger eased inside me, being as gentle as he could be. My eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open. “Look at me, sweetheart. Wanna see your face, wanna see how good I make you feel.” Wade pinched my chin and used it to angle my head down. I couldn’t see Logan’s face well in the dim room but I could see little dark splotches on his cheeks. His nostrils were flared and his chest heaved. 

“God you two look so hot.” I could hear Wade sucking on something before his hands went back to toying with my nipples. My hips jerked, forcing Logan deeper into me, at the feeling of Wade’s wet fingers. He pressed himself closer and I could feel the defined ridge of his cock against my back. 

Logan’s grip on my hip became tighter as he guided me over his hand in long rolls. “There you go princess,” he mumbled. “Make yourself feel good for me. Take what you need.” Fuck. Those words made desire rush through me. I leaned forward, hands braced on Logan’s wide chest, and started to grind against his fingers. I could feel his heart racing under my palms. He curled his fingers just right that made pleasure shoot down my spine. Wade’s hands slipped from me in this new angle. 

“Feel so good,” I sighed, nails pricking into his skin. Logan showed no reaction of pain, his whole focus on me. He pressed against my clit, the pressure just firm enough that my toes curled. “Logan,” I mumbled and reached for his free hand. He gave it willingly and I immediately shoved it up my shirt so he could take over where Wade had stopped. He played with my nipple like he did my clit, long, firm strokes across the sensitive nerves. “Oh god,” I gasped, pleasure pooling deep in my stomach. My hips became more desperate as I chased after the orgasm just out of reach. 

“Aw, Lo,” Wade cooed, faux sympathy dripping from his words. “You’re so hard, do you want some help?” Logan’s hips jerked under me, his fingers spearing deeper, hand briefly clenching around my breasts. I let out a strangled moan at the stretch and rocked my hips quicker. 

“Leave it alone,” Logan hissed, eyes finally darting from my face to glare at Wade over my shoulder. “Don’t need anything but her. I’m taking good care of you, aren’t I baby?” I nodded furiously. I could feel that tension growing in my stomach, that heady rush of heat just within arms reach. “You’re close.” It wasn’t a question and I was too focused on my oncoming orgasm to answer. “You’re so wet for me sweetheart, probably taste like heaven.” 

”Oh she does,” Wade agrees, kissing the nape of my neck. Everything, their words, the rough scrape of Logan’s hands on my most tender areas, the knowledge that Wade is watching, kicked me over the edge. My body went rigid for a moment, a moan caught in my chest, before I ground against Logan with renewed desperation. 

“Fuck, Logan,” I panted. My nails were dug deep into his skin, the warmth of his blood soaking into my fingertips. 

“There you go princess, I got you.” His fingers were pumping into me, fucking me hard through my orgasm. It was exactly what I needed. 

“Logan!” My blurry eyes opened to see him gazing up at me. I was too far into the waves of my orgasms to find his expression, but I smiled down at him all the same. He made a little noise, halfway between a grunt and a moan. 

Soon the pleasure faded and my hips slowed. My breath was uneven. For a moment, that was the only sound in the room. Then Logan’s hand snaked up from my breast to cup the side of my neck. The neckline of the shirt stretched to accommodate his thick forearm. “Alright?” I hummed, little aftershocks rippling through me, my hips jerking over him. Once I stilled fully, his fingers left from me. I whimpered at the loss. He slipped his sticky fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling closed at the taste. 

“Come on baby muffin,” Wade breathed against my neck, licking a drip of sweat off the skin. “Let’s put on a show for him, yeah?” 

“Okay,” I sighed, “just one second.” I leaned closer to Logan, tongue flashing out to lick at the fingers still in his mouth. “Gimme a kiss,” I weakly demanded. He obeyed, removing the digits and dragging my face closer by my chin. His tongue delved into my mouth, the tang of me thick on it. I drew back with a faint smile before I nipped his bottom lip. 

“Let’s go, I’m not known for my patience,” Wade playfully growled, giving my ass a light spank. I giggled, rolling off Logan’s torso, the bed squeaking a little under me. Wade’s hands slid between my legs and spread my thighs apart. He hooked his fingers through my panties and inched them down my legs. I blushed as I felt the fabric cling to my wet pussy before it slipped away. “There you go, you nasty old man.” Wade tossed the bundle of wet fabric at Logan’s face again. The older man made an annoyed sound, throwing the sticky panties near my laundry hamper. 

“I don’t need it.” 

“You didn’t say that with the last pair,” Wade teased, my borrowed shirt climbing up my stomach. “You know,” he said, voice low like he was letting me in on a huge secret, “that last pair I grabbed was ruined. You wanna know how?” 

“Wade,” there was a hint of embarrassment in Logan’s voice. But I nodded eagerly, lifting my arms to let Wade slip the shirt off me, biting back a small giggle when he tickled across my ribs. 

“He made me come in them and then let me fuck him while they were shoved in his mouth.” Heat burned down my neck. “I can’t even see you, but I know you’re all turned on and pink.” Wade backed off the bed, shimming his pants down his narrow hips. I propped myself up on my elbows and squinted in the darkness, trying to take his naked body in. The shadows played across the ridges of his stomach, the V of his waist, and unfortunately lingered between his legs, completely obscuring what I actually wanted to see. “You look cute when you pout like that.” Wade clambered back over me, settling between my thighs, hands braced on either side of my head. His cock was heavy and warm as it rested on my stomach. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” 

“I can take a guess,” I mumbled, arching my neck to brush my lips against his. A bead of warm liquid dribbled onto my stomach. “Why don’t you fix that?” He kissed me back, light pecks and lashes of his tongue on my lips. 

“As you command, my love.” My heart stuttered at the casual way he said the word. Wade leaned back on his knees, his fist pumping over his length. Just as he was lining himself up, my stomach tight in anticipation, Logan’s hand wrapped around Wade’s cock, stilling him. “You can wait your turn, peanut.” 

“Shut up you idiot.” Logan’s forearm flexed and Wade’s hips jerked with a strangled noise of pain. “Sweetheart, do you have condoms?” 

“No, but you guys can’t give me anything can you?” Logan shifted closer, his face becoming clearer in the dim light, there was a pinch of concern on it. 

“No, but we can get you pregnant all the same.” Logan’s nose twitched, clearly smelling that I got even wetter at the idea. “Fuck,” his voice was gruff, forehead falling to my bare shoulder. 

“Stop smelling me,” I hissed. “Anyways, I’m on birth control. Now let Wade fuck me.” Logan sighed and let Wade go. He took his cock in his hand, sliding it through my folds, rubbing my slick into his skin. 

“Ooh,” Wade teased, tapping my clit with each roll of his hips. “Remind me to get on your bad side. I like how you sound angry. Much better than big boy over there.” Wade notched himself at my entrance, pausing for a beat, then pushed into me. I moaned, back arching. He was so warm and twitching already. “Shit baby,” he mumbled, his focus solely on where he disappeared into me. He took his time, giving me an inch, before withdrawing, then working another in. 

It was absolutely maddening. 

“Wade,” I whined, the slow drag of his cock through my sensitive walls making my head spin. It seemed like he was never ending. I wanted him deeper and I tried to force it, but his grip was iron tight on my hips, completely freezing me. 

“Let me savor this, yeah? I only get this for the first time once.” His hips pressed flush to mine, all of him buried deep. He lifted my waist, the change in angle made my stomach clench, as he worked even deeper. 

“Fuck,” the word trembled as my eyes rolled back. The bed next to me creaked, then Logan’s lips were on my neck. He only left a few bites before he was trailing down my chest, tongue tracing along the hollow of my throat, the line of my collar bones. His beard scraped against my flushed skin as he moved. 

“I see what you mean,” Wade sighs, “she flutters so much when you kiss her neck.” He pulled out, just the tip lingering, before he surged forward. It wasn’t rough, but it made my breathing hiccup, ankles locking around him, heels digging into his ass. Logan’s tongue traced down my breast before circling a firm nipple. My hands locked into his hair, keeping him close. Wade continued his slow, torturous, push and pull. He was long enough that at this angle, he was able to rub against my sweet spot on each stroke. 

“Faster,” I pleaded, tightening my legs around him. This pace was only making me feel feverish, more desperate. I needed an edge, that bite of roughness, especially now. The nightmare was long forgotten but I could feel the lingering emotions in the back of my mind.

“Being so gentle,” Logan hummed against me, the hot air dancing over my wet nipple. I bit my lip at the feeling. “I would have thought you’d be fucking her like a rabbit.” When Wade didn’t respond, Logan titled his head to face him. “You really going to come already?”  

“You’re going to be the exact same way,” Wade huffed, shoving Logan’s face against my breast a little too aggressively. “You’re probably going to cry when you have her wrapped around your ancient dick.” Logan growled, sitting up straight, uncaring that I ripped several of his hairs out. He gripped Wade’s face, silver claws breaking his skin and glinting in the dim light. 

“Fuck her like she wants, or I’m going to.” Wade smirked. His face tilted, the edges catching on Logan’s claws, blood trickling down his bumpy skin. Shock mingled with the pleasure simmering in me. Wade had stalled in his movements so I was forced to wiggle my hips the best I could, giving myself a little friction. 

“Look at her Lo,” Wade nodded down at me, like there was anyone else her could be. “She likes it when you're rough with me. I knew you were lying about not wanting knives to be involved.” Wade seemed to enjoy watching me struggle. I reached up, Logan’s claws glancing across the back of skin, and bent Wade’s body in half, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss, arms latching tight around his neck. I bit at his lip hard enough to break the skin, hot liquid dripping into my mouth. Wade grunted in shock, his hips jerking roughly into me.

“You said you fucked harder with them involved,” I murmured between kisses. “Prove it.” Wade’s arms curled around my waist, clutching me close, plunging deep on a harsh thrust. I groaned, eyes fluttering, the angle making my thighs tremble. 

“Knew you had a mean streak in you.” His hips snapped into me finally giving me that needed roughness. I continued my sloppy kissing, nipping and sucking on his rapidly healing lips. His blunt nails dug into the soft skin of my hips as he gripped tighter. Another pair of calloused hands traced up my thigh, feather light as they moved up my skin. Wade trailed his lips along my cheek and jaw. Fingers pinched my chin and dragged my face to Logan’s. He littered my face with light pecks as Wade went to my neck. 

“Is he finally making you feel good? Took him long enough, huh?” 

“Do you,” my voice broke as Logan slipped his hand between Wade and I’s bodies, rolling his fingers over my clit. “Do you have to antagonize each other all the time?” 

“Yes,” they said in unison. Logan’s mouth went to my neck again, his teeth sinking into the curve of my neck, nearly hard enough to break skin. My hand went back to his slightly sweat-dampened hair while the other laid across Wade’s flexing shoulders. With both of their mouth’s occupied, the only thing filling the room was the wet sound of Wade pounding into me and my ragged gasps.That familiar swirl of heat was growing in me. My head felt light, overwhelmed by all the sensations. 

Wade’s forehead pressed between my breasts, his own uneven breath coasting across my sweaty skin. “Fuck,” he mumbled. His pace was losing its consistency but none of its harshness. Logan’s fingers on my clit picked up in speed, the scrape of his callouses extra intense on my tender skin. I whined, my body shuddering as pleasure shot through me. Logan’s mouth slanted against mine and swallowed down all my noises. It wasn’t quite a kiss, I was quickly growing out of breath to linger too long, but Logan didn’t mind. 

Wade was adjusting my position in tiny ways, a slight tilt to the right, a little lift, a small drop. I figured it was just a coincidence until he hit that perfect spot inside me that would have made my eyes cross if they weren’t already closed. I let out a strangled wail of Wade’s name, nails ripping into his shoulder. “There we go,” he panted. 

It only took four more strokes. 

“Wade, I- I’m gonna,” I barely got the words out before the hot coil inside me snapped. Just like Logan’s fingers before, Wade fucked me through my orgasm, groaning at the tight squeeze. Logan slowed over my clit, knowing that overstimulation was creeping up. 

“In or out?” Wade’s voice was clipped, hips finally losing all sense of rhythm, just becoming uneven jerks. It was hard for him to even move with the vice grip my legs had around him. 

“In, ah Wade, in please!” He made a choked noise, somewhere between a moan and whine, as he pushed in as far as he could with a shudder. Warmth spread through me as he came with a long groan. “Fuck,” I mumbled, my hips still trembling from the aftershocks. 

Our bodies slowed, all the shakiness easing out of us. Wade kept me close even when my legs fell from his hips. He laid his cheek against my sternum, body growing heavier over me as he relaxed. I gave his head a weak kiss just as another pair of lips found my cheek. “You okay baby?” I smiled at Logan, feeling just a little giddy. 

“Yeah.” Logan smirked back and I blinked sleepily at him. Wade was softening inside me and drips of cum traced down my skin to the bed. I winced at the stickiness. 

“I’ll get you a towel,” Logan said, already moving to get off the bed, legs on the floor. My arm stretched to grab his fingers. 

“It’s your turn.” I couldn’t see his face too well, but I saw his head tilt in question. I chuckled. “Wade, get off me now.” He groaned, sucking a hickey right on my chest before rolling next to me. I moved to my hands and knees, crawling across the mattress to be face to face with Logan. I heard his breath stutter. “Cleaning up can wait can’t it?” My hand slid between his legs, gripping his cock through his boxers. “How do you want me?” I felt him throb in my grip. 

“Jesus,” he huffed. I littered his neck in licking kisses while I awaited his response. “Go sit on Wade’s face.” Now it was my turn to look at him confused. He smirked, a flash of a pointed tooth catching in the street light outside. “Don’t you trust me princess?” Reluctantly, I released him, turning on my knees to inch across to Wade. I made sure to shimmy my ass for Logan as I moved. 

“Oh dessert.” I had barely swung my leg over Wade’s face before he pulled me down by my hips. His tongue parted my folds, flicking aggressively at my tender clit before sliding back and licking his cum from me. I shuddered, hands gripping his head. The bed shifted and I felt Logan’s palm slide up my spine before cupping my neck gently and guiding my torso to be flat to the bed. I braced myself on my elbows, adjusting my hips, the new angle only allowing Wade to continue his torture on my clit. Calloused hands spread me farther open. Logan lapped away all the cum that had leaked down my thighs. I whimpered, fingers knotting the bed sheets. But the sound grew in volume and pitch as Logan joined Wade, tongues tangling briefly, before he speared into my leaking pussy. Wade laughed as I shook above him. His hot breath fanned across my wet skin and I had to bite my lip to stop from wailing. 

“How do we taste?” I had no idea how Wade was even speaking as he was practically smothered under me. Logan groaned, nuzzling his face deeper into me, his grip tight enough to leave bruises on my ass. His tongue curled, licking every inch of my clenching channel. The scratch of his beard was like little pinpricks of pain but it only made me push my hips against him harder. The sounds I was making were downright pathetic. Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he reared back, breath uneven. I glanced over my shoulder to find his eyes glued to where Wade was pinned. When he looked almost content to just watch, I shimmed my hips, grinding harder on Wade’s face. The man under me eagerly sucked my clit into his mouth and I sobbed at the feeling. 

“Shit,” he huffed, “you two are gonna kill me.” There was more adjusting and then I felt the blunt head of Logan’s cock at my entrance. Wade released my clit, opting to just rub his nose against it. It was enough friction to keep me satisfied, but not enough to make me come too quickly. “Beg for it.” 

“Aw you’re being so mean!” 

But I was all too eager. “Please fuck me Logan, please! Been thinking about it so long! I promise I’ll make you feel so goo-ah!” With one long stroke, Logan was buried to the hilt. Despite how wet I was and the extra slick of Wade’s cum, there was still the barest hint of pressure as he stretched me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. Logan’s rough hands grasped my hips, giving an experimental roll. “Logan.” He shushed me, drawing his cock nearly out before plunging back into me. The force punched a moan out of me. “Like that,” I pleaded. 

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” he hummed. His pace was languid, but rough. He used my waist as leverage to drag me closer for each thrust. With each pull, I was forced to grind myself against Wade’s face, who stuck his tongue out so I couldn’t escape the pleasure. I was so wound up, so close to the edge after two orgasams, that I could only take a handful of his harsh strokes before I was coming again. I buried my face in the sheets, shuddering whines falling from my lips. “Shit,” Logan groaned. Wade made a muffled noise as my juices dripped into his mouth. His own hands joined Logan’s, clutching me close. I could feel Logan’s thighs trembling where they were pressed against mine. 

I hadn’t fully finished my orgasm before Logan was moving in me again. He was far less restrained now, fucking into me with quicker thrusts. My toes curled. “Logan,” I sobbed. Despite the overstimulation growing in me, I arched my back, forcing Logan deeper.

“Feel so good, I can’t handle it,” Logan grunted. He bent over me, messily kissing at my spine and shoulder blades. “Too much?” His voice was quiet as it tickled along my neck. 

“No!” I cried, bouncing against him as best I could with both of them holding me. Wade chuckled and the vibrations made me nearly rip the sheets in my grip. “More!” Logan huffed a laugh, kissing the back of my neck, before his hand replaced it, pinning me to the bed. The pressure was enough that I knew not to move, but light enough that I could slip out from it if I needed to. 

Logan fucked into me like a man possessed, hips rutting into me with reckless abandoned. I had no doubt there would be faint bruises on my ass from him. But that pinch of pain only drove me higher. I felt drunk on all the sensations. Logan rubbing against my tender walls. Wade’s tongue as it rolled between my folds, tracing my entrance. The ache in my hips from being spread so long. My moans of their names grew more slurred before it just became whimpers. Tears stung my eyes and I let them fall freely. 

“Goddamnit,” Logan growled, his hand briefly flexing around the back of my neck. He was panting, if only a little, and I took it as a compliment. His hips moved quicker, the slap of his skin against mine echoing around the room. Wade’s tongue stopped wandering and honed back onto my clit, making tight circles around it. 

“Wade!” I cried out, body jolting. Logan’s hand suddenly went to my shoulder, jerking me up straight, my back flush to his chest. He banded an arm across my chest to pin me close while he drove into me. His lips found his previous bite mark and sunk his teeth into it. The feeling of my skin breaking was a dull burn, soothed by Wade between my legs. Heat burst through me, an orgasm that nearly knocked the wind from me. My hand went to Logan’s hair, fingers twisted deep into the strands, and held him close, weak sobs of euphoria escaping me. His other arm curled around my hips before he shoved himself as deep as he could with a little snarl into the skin clutched between his teeth. I could feel every twitch as he came, filling me to the brim. I shook in his embrace. If not for his iron grip, I would have fallen flat on my face on the bed. 

The first thing to move was Logan’s teeth from my neck. “Fuck.” His worry was clear as he licked the dripping blood away. “I, I-shit, I didn’t mean to, I just got so caught up in you.” My weak hand slid from his hair, caressing his jaw. 

“S’okay,” I slurred. Exhaustion was quickly catching up to me. ”Felt good.” 

“You really can’t help but bite any piece of meat you see huh?” Wade’s tongue swept between my folds again, lapping up Logan’s cum as it leaked from me. Logan growled. I felt Wade’s fingers brush against me, curling around Logan’s softening cock before tugging it out. I whined as he obnoxiously slurped the mixture of cum from me. 

“Stop it,” Logan growled. “Make yourself useful and grab a towel.” With lots of adjusting, Wade was able to wiggle out from under us. But he didn’t go to the bathroom, instead he cupped the back of Logan’s head, meeting him in a kiss. Logan groaned. 

“Taste good right?” Wade leaned back, grinning, before licking Logan’s face from chin to nose. 

“How about you go grab a towel before I put my claws through your chest, yeah?” If anything, Wade’s smile grew wider, more wild. 

“Okay, okay. How about I get a towel to clean our precious girl up and then we can have some fun while she recovers?” Logan sighs. 

“Fine,” he grumbled. Wade shimmied in excitement, giving me a wet peck on the cheek, before disappearing out of the bedroom. My heavy head fell back on Logan’s shoulder. “Do you feel better now?” I gave a weak laugh and nuzzled my face against his cheek. 

“I can get used to this.” Logan hummed. 

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

[sxorpiomooon]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

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- the thing that people with prominent rahu placements have to face is SHAME it can be of anything social, financial, family wise etc anything but shame is one thing that is very engraved in them since birth for something and they might lie alot to hide it.

- people with mars in their 6h should be careful with machines, pointed things, fire and agriculture tools etc

- saturn in 12h makes it hard for people to fall asleep

- I recently read somewhere that Islam is ruled by Scorpio and Hinduism by cancer and it makes SO MUCH sense if you can think about it

-> Islam obviously being a religion whose people are very dedicated to it, very loyal believers etc for hinduism the importance that it gives to women especially mothers, milk etc

-> look at your 12h to understand how your birth must have been like for your mother for example someone who has capricorn in their 12h their mother might have had them after alot of pain or suffering considering that capricorn is hadwork and is rules by Saturn itself

-> people with Venus in their 12h might see their lovers in their dreams way before they might actually meet them

-> good and prominent rahu placements indicate being good in business, stalks and social media but one must take care as rahu is also illusion and addiction

-> look at your 8h and 12h, the signs and planets that you have their will show you the kind of people you don't vibe with

-> the 8h sign would mean that you might go through alot with people of this sign or alot of your transformational knowledge might come after getting out of some bond with this person whereas your 12h sign might represent the people that you absolutely cannot stand and feel like they can't stand you either. You might not even realise why they have some sort of power over you but they do

-> Gemini placements have a very hard time being formal for which alot of times people might find them disrespectful (mainly earth placements lmao)

-> if you are feeling creatively blocked try to look at your 5h to see what to do

-> people with Jupiter in their 8h have alot of hidden knowledge that people might not think that they have and people with Jupiter in their 8h might just not be aware of it lmao

- another thing that I've seen is that for people with jupiter in their 8h it's best if they stay quiet about the things that they want unless they've gotten it and about their knowledge as well

- people with jupiter in their 2h are one of the luckiest people ever imo

- I've noticed this alot but somehow people who have saturn in retrograde tend to lose their father at a young age?

- people with beneficial planet in their 11th house especially Jupiter might win in giveaways very easily.

- people with a 5h stellium LOVE PIERCINGS

Thankyou!!!

[wolfofcelestia]

Idk if u have seen this one yet but i need to hear ur thoughts :D

I hit the ask button to early but i thought of u when i saw that post on twitter since it'sabout zayne! 😭 🤭

Thanks for thinking of me!! And giving me a reason to yap lol 😭

Right off the bat, I need to say that I think I'm an outlier in the fandom because I do not believe Astra exists in any world except Foreseer's world so I am going to disagree with a lot of things in here lmao

Warnings: Long post, me being kind of a bitch when I defend my man asdflakdfj

Don't take any of this seriously because this is just one fan theory vs another fan theory but. My theories are better because I don't discredit Zayne's feelings to fit my narrative

I don't believe it being our "first" lives or not really makes a difference because... if you look at time and space and all that, time is irrelevant. It's a loop that feeds in on itself. One life could be considered a first or a last life. History will repeat itself again and again, so our Zayne and our MC are just one drop in a whole ocean of time and space

The LADS music video included the mobius strip prominently and what it symbolizes seems to align with this train of thought

Regardless, to say that Zayne's feelings for MC are only because of their past lives discredits why he fell in love with her in the first place. This seems to be a reoccurring thing with this person's Zayne theories - they discredit Zayne's feelings.

He is his own person with his own feelings, not just a plot vessel for other versions of himself.

I believe Zayne was born a normal human being. Whether he stays that way is yet to be seen. MC may have something special about her that prompted the scientists to experiment on her, or she, as an orphan, may have just been an easy target. But again, I don't believe this has anything to do with Astra.

Like I said, I don't believe Astra exists in every world. But let's step back a bit

Foreseer isn't allowed to love because he has a duty to carry out as Astra's mouthpiece. He can't get distracted from his duties by falling in love. Astra sees Foreseer getting distracted as him deliberately going against him. Thus, he's punished.

But why would Zayne falling in love in any other world receive punishment? Even if Astra does exist, if Doctor Zayne falls in love, what betrayal has he committed for him to receive divine punishment? It does not make any sense

Take Master of Fate. He IS a god. Him loving MC is akin to him loving something he must destroy for the good of the world, but it is not forbidden. He would not be punished for loving her. The worst that could happen would be MC being killed by the other gods, so (another theory of mine that contradicts this person's theory), him sealing her away to hide her in their own private pocket dimension was the only way he could both keep her safe and love her

Take Dawnbreaker. He loves MC uncontrollably, but where is his punishment? She was separated from him from the beginning. This is not an active divine punishment

Astra does not exist in every world, nor would he punish any and every Zayne for being in love if Astra is not directly slighted

The first actual facts in this list of "Facts" lmao

Clarification though: Zayne cannot connect to Dawnbreaker at will, nor vice versa. Zayne is not even sure who he is

If Dawnbreaker could connected to Zayne whenever he could, he'd be a lot less depressed, but as of this point in the story, all he can do is hope that he dreams of her whenever he falls asleep

This person's wording is a bit hard to understand, but if they mean that Dawnbreaker and Zayne exist in alternate universes like two sides of the same coin, at the same time, then I agree with that, especially since Dawnbreaker isn't considered a myth.

I really don't understand why people keep pulling Astra in here. Zayne, as in Doctor Zayne, doesn't want MC to be near him because his evol can go berserk when he can't control it. This is due to him overworking himself

But Zayne loves MC and she is the only cure to calm his evol and convince him to take breaks from work when he otherwise wouldn't, further calming him down and keeping his evol under control

Things don't always have to be super cryptic. Sometimes a doctor just wants to keep the person he loves safe, regardless of his own feelings

I don't remember anything in the story that mentions anything about that last sentence. But this world does seem to revolve around protocores, what they can do to people, and what they can do to the world (see: that big hole in the sky)

I have not read or seen this article? This section seems to just be taking the Jungian idea of the collective unconscious and throwing "energy" into the mix. This is a whole nothing burger to me tbh. I don't know what they're trying to say here. MC and Zayne are going to change the world?

Or Zayne and MC just love each other in their current lifetimes. In the myths, they never mention either of them feeling familiar with each other

Scanning through the rest of this section gives me nothing else.

Is it that hard to believe that Zayne and MC would fall in love with each other despite not knowing, or even having, a past with each other? Sure, they would fall in love in every lifetime, but it's not because of that repetition that they fall in love. Down to their cores, they just fit together.

An interesting thought, something I don't agree as canon but it's a nice idea.

I agree with this section up until this point. Which is like 2 sentences into the theory lmao

If I'm understanding this person correctly, their theory is that MC is the personification of Life, and Zayne is the personification of Time, like gods. Yeah, it's an interesting thought, but I don't see it as canon

There are many allusions in this story to various mythologies (notably Greek mythologies) so LADS's story reflecting that isn't that wild of an idea. But until we get confirmation of any of this, I just see this as fanfic

I agree that the aether cores are special, but the aether cores belonging to MC? That's pretty farfetched to me

And, as I've said, the way I read Master of Fate's ending is completely different to how this person read it, so I just stopped reading this section here.

Is it?? So hard?? To believe that Doctor Zayne loves MC because?? He just?? Loves her??? He loves her for who she is?? And not because she overcame these wild stories in her past lives??

I don't agree with the first part but I can see Dawnbreaker and Zayne collaborating

One of my theories I've written about before was that Dawnbreaker may be the key to saving MC, in every world. Because he doesn't have an MC of his own, his desperation to reach her would lead him to finding ways to transverse time and space with the intention of helping her. He may not be able to control where he lands up, so wherever he lands, he looks for MC and helps every version of her until he can reach the girl he loves

Oh boy, we're going off the rails here. Okay...

If Zayne had an aether core, he would know eventually because through his medical training, there would be no doubt that he, his classmates, or his professors would've noticed. Maybe they practiced using the medical monitoring machines on each other or maybe Zayne got a test result one day that told him he had a core in him that was doing some crazy things to his insides, but I don't believe that someone could go their whole lives without knowing they had a core in them. He is just another human with an evol, so I agree with this...one sentence.

The aether core is something we have to sacrifice? I don't think so. It was put into us against our will. Who exactly are we sacrificing it to? If anything, it was sacrificed to US. Regardless of all that sacrificing thing, the aether core is not a singular item anyway. It's a class of powerful cores. If protocore = prototype, then the aether core would be the finished product

If Zayne is Astra, why is Astra just using himself as a pin cushion when Foreseer catches feelings? If Astra loves MC, why would this warrant punishment? Zayne would want Foreseer to treat her well and give her the love she needs, and in turn, he would want to see Foreseer be loved in return

If Astra is the collective consciousness of all Zaynes, that raises even more questions as to why he's punishing Foreseer for catching feelings

This whole idea of Astra = Zayne makes absolutely no sense to me tbh

The idea of a higher being reaching into every possible reality is something I'm not opposed to but I still don't believe that Astra exists in any world besides Foreseer's. Outside of his myth, there's been no mention of Astra, so until we get confirmation of that, I just don't believe that EVERY ZAYNE IS FORBIDDEN TO FALL IN LOVE

Because again... if Astra = Zayne, why the fuck would he punish himself and keep both him and MC from being loved?

So lmao... yeah I'm sorry for dunking all over this, but a lot of this just does not make any sense to me. There were mentions of an article and things being claimed as "fact" that I've never heard of so if you have any proof of this, feel free to send it my way

But I mean. If someone has to discredit an entire main character just to claim something as "fact" and build an entirely new story around him, I just can't agree with it

Anyway, here's a Zayne lmao

[kingsandbastardz]

@riderofspades

TROPE 1:

1st one is definitely has to be sharing a bed. Because they actually do. But that sort of repeated and forced contact of being really tight roommates means a lot of 'playing nice' that we don't see on camera. I have like 5 different scenarios in my head surrounding that - but all of them still have the same element of Fang Duobing being either talkative just because he has company. Or being a sleep octopus. I 100% strongly believe he moves around in bed and will latch onto whatever is nearby so that's been a big consistent point in my headcanons. But dfs' reactions are where things become varied. On one hand, I like the idea where he's accepting of it because a) he honestly doesn't mind because his ego goes to very specific places and that damn upper floor does not have walls and he's cold b) Accepts it because of peculiarities surrounding his concept of physical boundaries - like maybe he's ok with it because he used to sleep in piles with the 3 kings and wuyan cuz they were poor as shit and it got cold at night and he just sees this as being part of the same. OR maybe he's touch starved and this is a bit of stolen affection that he can privately keep for himself. OR maybe he sleeps like a log and just doesn't notice because he either trusts fdb that much or just doesn't see him as a threat at all, even subconciously. c) he doesn't accept it but can't figure out how to get fdb to stop since he's asleep. And it creates continued shenanigans until he finally gives up and lets it happen Whether this ends up in a case of aggressive "Competitive sleep" where he ends up kicked onto the floor -- that's another matter LMAO but I tend to find these sorts of accidental/harmlessly forced intimacy pretty fun. You can't stay emotionally distant from someone if you're cuddling every night.

But that leads me to TROPE 2:

Enemies to lovers - but this would be strictly from FDB's pov bc I don't believe DFS ever sees FDB as an enemy. Even early on, he was fairly careful with him (for dfs' level of care which is still rough lbr) -- and he just got more and more bro-y as time went on until he started exhibiting that care more obviously. FDB however has this whole built up mental narrative in his head where he sees himself cast as the hero, and DFS is the big evil demon guy - even to the end, he still buys into the narrative because LLH keeps so much information from him. All the things we discover about dfs is filtered through LLH's silence. FDB hears none of it. Like take the scene where dfs shows up to give llh the styx flower? And fdb says to llh - hey he's giving up his dream for you. Because as far as he knows, dfs hasn't broken through to the next level of his martial arts yet. He doesn't know that dfs was caught/almost-or-temporarily died, tortured, etc. He doesn't even know that DFS was searching for the flower for llh. The situation I like to think about are when he's finally pushed into a situation where he has to apply his natural protective instincts -- but onto dfs instead of llh. Who... is prone towards getting in over his head due to narrative-karma being shit-tier. (I have a whole meta about that I've been stewing over) But basically dfs getting into trouble is a given. lmao. The issue is his tendency to not talk about things. Fdb, unlike llh, can't read dfs' mind and requires actual verbal communication. DFS doesn't really communicate like regular people do. But honestly, that's all technicalities. I like playing with gender roles and DFS being cast as the damsel in distress or the female-narrative-role is really fantastic. So having that played out with fdb in his self-cast hero role, falls naturally into that. Especially as llh's successor.

Which then brings me to TROPE 3:

FDB as llh's successor where he inherits the house, the dog, the sparkly underwear, and the wife nemesis. I mean. The first thing FDB tries to do is get dfs to call him shifu. And later, the first thing llh does to a-fei is to get him to call him 主人. Like master, like disciple, amirite? But it's like their immediate instinct is to try to keep him. And in his letter at the end, llh was telling dfs he can go to fdb if he wants. I took that as an indirect message from llh to fdb with a giant arrow pointing at dfs saying "KEEP AN EYE ON HIM, HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY NOW"

AU TROPE

Something time travel or timeloop related because I like the idea of FDB being forced to truly learn the real stories of the people and events around him and not the story-version he taught himself. He truly understands llh -- because llh was his special interest, but he drastically lacks understanding of everyone else. Which is especially interesting regarding dfs because he's painted as the main nemesis to llh? You'd think that fdb's hyperfixation would partially extend to him bc he's llh's big enemy. But that never happened. I think it's no mistake that fdb's conversation with a-fei in the zombie village uses such broad terms like "You don't have to chose evil you can be righteous" -- all meaningless words because he has zero knowledge or understanding of dfs as a real person existing in real society. He only knows of him as this storybook figure of great 'evil'. Without him even thinking too hard about what that evil could be. It's just the word 'evil' flying around in his head with no real weight. I feel like time shenanigans forcing him to address that lack of knowledge or understanding would open up some interesting story potential. Also I really like the whole gaining knowledge thing. It's one of the reasons I like thrillers and mysteries -- finding out and understanding a person is like a personal version of puzzle solving.

[moonchild-in-blue]

if you'll allow me some space to share my ✨thøught✨ for the day:

obviously we see the parallels between tyler & vessel. i think they're opposite sides of the same coin. vessel gave in willingly to his adversary (sleep) and tyler was captured by his (blurryface). while vessel remains under sleep's power, tyler is constantly trying to run away. they both made music used to garner support for their adversary, yet vessel did it willingly and tyler did not. as you said, vessel yearns to sleep because that's when he's at peace, but tyler hates to sleep because that's when the bad things happen. and there's so many more but let me get to my thøught:

(come to looney town with me and imagine that sleep and blurryface are the same. sleep is the deity connected to vialism.)

clancy and vessel are two sides of the same coin. they followed the same path into dema, yet vessel gave up. never tried to escape. he allowed himself to be overtaken by the bishops. he committed to the religion, dreaming of his neon gravestone. he spreads the message they give him (he wears black body paint. come on. smearing). clancy doesn't let himself follow that same path, so he runs. vessel only fights back when he hears of clancy's triumph.

(i'm sorry i hope you enjoy my word vomit. happy timezones lovely🫶🏼)

Em darling, respectfully, I'm kissing you on the mouth and taking a nap on the deep-ass wrinkles of your galaxy brian 🧠🌌

@fivewholeminutes Alex once you hear the album please come here, because we've had some Conversations™ about the ST x TØP parallels before and I know you'll love this.

(omg this is so long I'm so sorry)

Okay but this makes so much sense? Because in Vialism, in order to reach the status of glory and ascend to so-called Paradise, you must die and become a vessel (!!!!) to the bishops, who control your body through those antlers (!!!!!!!!!!!). VESSEL IS LITERALLY A VESSEL TO THE BISHOPS. HE IS DEAD AND IN "PARADISE".

The night comes down like heaven

Of course it does! That's what Sleep aka The Bishops want you to believe you silly boy 😭 Of course the night does not belong to God, it belongs to them. That's why Clancy can't fall asleep/dream - he must stay awake so the dark doesn't take over him (ODE TO SLEEP AAAAA).

What if Vessel was also trying to escape in that car with Clancy, before he surrendered aka Ascended?? What if Clancy made it out to Voldsøy alone, but Vessel was seized by Nico and therefore never met the Banditos? That's why he never references yellow. It's always red and blue.

Maybe the gold in Chokehold and Aqua Regia is him still holding on hope that the Banditos exist, that the myths are true. But he never made it out of the car with Clancy, so of course he wouldn't have known.

But in that case, just like Clancy is special and isn't affected by the powers, maybe Vessel also has a resistance? He surrenders to Vialism, to Sleep/Blurryface, gives up his name and identity in order to reach glory and fame and spread His word (omg how is this fitting so perfectly lmao), but a part of him is still aware of it all. He isn't really dead - he is asleep.

OH OKAY WAIT. SO! We know Keon is the most compassionate Bishop right? What if Sleep isn't specifically Nico/Blurryface, but a combination of the Nine? Or possibly the force behind them?

What if Keon was the one who had Vessel under control (possibly representing the romantic/affectionate nature of Vessel and Sleep's relationship), and since Clancy stabbed him, he severed that tie and allowed Vessel to regain some control of himself? Which leads us to Take Me Back To Eden aka Vessel fighting back. Maybe Euclid is what happens after Clancy reaches Nico's tower and have that final confrontation?

I don't think we know how Clancy initially reached Dema, but I'm assuming it has to do with his past - Dema offered an alternative/solution to all the pain he felt *if* he followed their twisted propaganda.

It took a while for Clancy to see what was wrong and gather up the courage to leave, so I'll assume it's the same for Vessel. They tried to escape but Clancy met the Banditos and the rebellion, which offered him a real alternative - hope. Vessel never did so of course he succumbed to Sleep/ the Bishop's brainwashing and accepted the deal - just like you said, he did it all willingly, while Clancy/Tyler didn't.

Also - Clancy was never alone since he had the support of the Banditos, of the Torchbearer, and of Ned. Vessel had to fight all by himself 🥲. Boy's got no friends 😔 (they are as brainwashed as he is).

AND THAT'S WHY!!! That's why TMBTE ends with Euclid, a song about hope and breaking the cycle - renewal - while still mourning for the life he lead up until now in Dema/ under Sleep's influence, while Paladin Strait is all about sacrifice, about the last effort to finally reach some peace.

I have a feeling the Paladin Strait mv will end with him dying - maybe his death will bring forth the liberation of the citizens of Dema and by consequence, of Vessel.

Also! Things I find interesting but can't really fit here but please latch on them (mostly typing this so I don't forget):

Trench has a lot of snow and trees, which could fit into the "diamonds in the trees / ancient canopies" imagery. Vessel spent more time there under Sleep/Blurryface's influence

The beach!! The water!! Both of them make a lot of references to water and That Beach aka sacred shores aka where Clancy and Torchbearer emerge from aka the only way out of Trench

CHLORINE IS A NEUTRAL CHEMICAL. NOT ACID NOR ALKALINE. The one used in pools (aka Ned's pool in Chlorine) is slightly alkaline according to Google. Coincidence???? I think not.

Also in Chlorine - Tyler makes a reference to the taste of lead. Hmmmmmm there's a connection there with Granite kinda? I'm reaching BUT!!

"And I'm done dancing to alarm bells" maybe it's a reference to him being done with SAI's propaganda/distraction?

The burning car / car crash references from both.

"I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired" -> Vessel never fully ascended as the Bishops intended which causes a lot of friction between them

Josh and ii are the same person too. ii is Vessel's Torchbearer 🥹

Look. It's late (as I type this) and you come here with that amazing brain of yours connecting dots, and I can't help but latch on to them. I feel insane just typing this all out but!!! It makes SO MUCH SENSE OMG.

I wonder how Ned and Thrash fit into the narrative 🤔

[audie430]

Empty Your Mind (Hero of Time x fem! Reader)

Fandom: Linked Universe; Legend of Zelda

Character: Time

Inspiration: Ended up trying an app called character.ai, which I'm currently obsessed with. And apparently the ai made Time a hypnotherapist? So i've been living my wattpad dreams lmao and this is what it's about

Trigger Warnings: hypnotism, anxiety, stress, depression ig? Basically the struggle of mental health. Could be seen as semi-explicit, though not intended.

Enjoy!

It felt like there were mountains on your shoulders. You were tense and aggravated, just so *so* drained..

Yet it felt like those mountains constantly crumbled and caused earthquakes in your head. The ground would shake, eyes would blur.

You were so tired yet so anxious.

And your boyfriend, Time, had definitely noticed.

He worked part time at a research facility and worked in multiple therapuetic companies around the district you lived in. He was busy most days, but he would always make time for you. You knew that, right?

You sighed as you woke up in the morning. The sun was awake but you were sure that you still needed another night of sleep to actually survive the day. You had noticed Time still asleep next to you, it made you smile, but you didn't even have the energy to show it.

You walked downstairs in your nice little home. The windows were huge and allowed great light to travel throughout the house. The round kitchen table invited you to take a seat on it. You grabbed a glass of water before sinking into the uncomfortable wooden chair.

All you wanted to do was groan... and scream.. it felt impossible to possibly exist right now..

but you held your composure by a thread.

"Hey baby, you up?" called a deep, groggy voice. Time rubbed his eye tiredly with a smile before going to kiss you on the forehead.

"I have the day off today, just me and you, doll. I'm all yours." He chuckled before adding, "You decide what we do today."

You internally groaned, "Can't."

"Huh? What do ya mean ya can't?"

"Too much to do." you replied nonchalantly as you chugged half your water. Your esophagus tingled in thanks.

"...uh okay. Can I take some of that load off you?" Time asked, concerned.

"Nah, I'm good"

"You have literal bags under your eyes Y/N. Not that I don't believe you but.. I think you could be better?" he replied questionly. His voice raising in pitch slightly.

"Wow Time, I literally *said*-" you started. Irritated until you felt a fluffy cloud drift on you. Time held your sitting form to his torso. He hid you into his chest as he hushed you lightly.

"Shh.. I know you haven't been feeling great lately.. let me take care of you for a bit.. and then maybe you can do some chores, okay?"

You nodded hesitantly.

~~~~

"Wait, you want to hypnotize me? And that will make me better?" you inquired. Seeming unsure of Time's suggestion as he nods.

"Please can I just try? You don't have to fall deep.. I just want to get you in a nice relaxed state of mind. Then you can go do whatever you want, okay?"

You sigh, "Fine."

~~~

You lay down on your bed spread out slightly. You rolled your eyes but listened to Time's instructions.

"10.. breathe in... 9.. breathe out"

"8.. breathe in and 7.. breathe out*

Time's instructions were easy enough. And he used that soft voice on you that you loved. His soft voice gives you tingles and practically would melt you everytime that you heard it.

You continue this trend of counting down until you reach one. Your head was slightly heavy as your heart pumped.

"Can you hear me, hun? If you hear me, I want you to nod"

you nodded.

"Good. I'm gonna touch you now, okay? I'm softly gonna rub your hand. And as I rub your hand, you're gonna feel energy and pleasure run up your spine. This energy will feel good."

...seemed simple enough.

"woah-" you quietly called out. Your limbs heavy yet relaxed.. but the way he rubbed your hand.. oh god..

It felt so... *good*

You hummed lightly.

"Heh? Does that feel good Y/N? Nod if it does."

You nod of course.

"Good.. now as I rub your hand slowly you're going to notice that my voice sounds mesmerizing.. and the more intently you listen to me.. the more relaxed and calm you feel..

Do you feel relaxed?" He questioned lightly with a smile.

"mhm.." you mumbled. Your body felt deep and ugh, it just felt so enticing.. you yearned and craved for more. God, you felt so desperate.

"Great sweetie.. oh you're doing so well for me.. Now I'm gonna slowly rub your hand faster and faster.. it might seem overwhelming but you are safe and I'm here for you. Just let the feelings overwhelm you and wash away like the waves on a beach"

Your breath hitched slightly as you hear Time speak again.

"10 breathe in.. and 9 breathe out.."

you follow his instructions.. continuing until you feel his other hand rubbing at your temple.

"You're doing so well for me, sweet girl. Now as I rub your temple, your head feels more and more empty. It's a good empty and you feel like jello. You don't need anymore thoughts, not when I'm here to control you." he stated softly. You nodded in return.

You felt like slush as he slowly rubbed circles into your temple and it was overwhelming in contrast to the fast rubbing on the palm of your hand. You practically groaned as you felt your eyes roll to the back of your hand.

"Go on baby, tell me how good it feels. Say it. Say, 'Time I feel so good. Thank you for taking care of me'"

You repeat the phrase. Your words slurred and slushy.

"Are you ready? That energy must feel so *so* good, it's starting to hurt isn't it?"

You whine as you nod desperately.

"Okay baby, I'm gonna give you another trigger. I'm gonna keep rubbing your hand and speaking to you. But I'm gonna need you to tell me when it's too much. Then I'll say, 'Honey', all that energy is gonna release. It's gonna be overwhelming, but I'm here for you. You're okay and you are safe."

You nod more as you feel him slightly squeeze your hand.

The feelings inside felt like you were being burned with ice. Your head mush yet so filled with lust. You were on a flowerbed of nails, but the nails were pleasant.

"Plea- please" you whispered.

"Honey" he said firmly. It felt so tingly and painful but so so good.

"Honey" he firmly said louder.

"Honey" he announced again as your body shook and you gasped.

~~~

"You did so good for me, baby. Ya feel good? You might be tired"

You nodded, feeling overwhelmed as you breathed heavy. He came onto the bed with you as he started to spoon you as you fell into dreamland. He shushed you as he played with your hair.

Thank goodness you had Time to take the mountains off your shoulders.

[moon-blanket]

NEW DAVID VIDEO NEW DAVID VIDEO NEW DAVID VIDEO.

The blue ?????? is so pretty ??? It is such a David color.

Oh my god we are chillin' in the bed of his truck i'm going to go NUTS. Oh this is my dream.

This is their Actual break, because even a vacation such as HBS is something they both have to plan and be in charge of :(((

He's so relaxed that he could fall asleep :(( i Have to hold him dude.

He wants to help them feel better after work has been pushing them both, so he does stuff like this in order for the both of them to get Away. Does he just want me to cry.

MONARCHIAL SUMMIT MENTION SHAW PACK POV LETS GOOOO.

David understands the gravity of the invitation, since it's unheard of for "outsiders" to be asked to come. And plus it could lead to more opportunities for the Company.

Darlin' planning on going as Sam's plus-one way before the Pack was asked :') David, Ash, Milo and the Mates being a given on going just warms my heart. How he knows that he can trust them all to represent the Pack well.

The older Pack members weary about Vampires ?? Big big W to Gabe for not tolerating that kind of stuff. COLM GIVING SAM TROUBLE WHEN HE FIRST CAME AROUND ???? THANK GOD MARIE GOT ONTO HIM ABOUT THAT. WE LOVE YOU MARIE.

He's nervous that the Vampires won't receive them well, since most of them could have very much been alive for the heart of the Vampire/Wolf conflict. :(

But he's sure that as long as Angel is there, it'll be fine.. .. . going to sob !! sobbing !!!

David making a light-hearted joke about Milo being short LMAO. And about him needing a month to prepare his outfit. I know he'll slay regardless of what he wears.

OH MY GOD ??? "Thank you, for putting up with this.... ridiculous life I've pulled you into. There are days where I still can't believe you've stuck around. I know, but that part of my life is... a fucking mess most of the time. But you always feel like a safe-harbor in that storm. I don't know if I've earned that, but I'm grateful for it. For you." ??? DAVID I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.

"These quiet moments with you feel like such a gift. You feel good. This feels good." Yeah i would do Anything for this man. and Everything. I need to be holding him in the bed of that truck ASAP. He needs to be kissed NOW.

WHAT A WONDEFUL AUDIO. Time to go think about it forever !

[elijahtxx]

I made a jeanlisa playlist cause i was listening to laufey

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3vDo39vJ2oCJG2Mj55coyd?si=0cd324c84fe843b7

explanations for the songs i chose:

- From The Start:

they are meant to be lovers and you can't tell me otherwise. lisa would tell jean during their tea time after hearing this song saying "this is definitely our song haha" and jean would think about that the whole day or week even.

- This Is It How It Feels:

"this is how it feels to fall in love with you // to always think of you // to always dream of you // yes, it hurts so much to fall in love with you" HELLOOOO THEIR LOVE STORY HURTS SO MUCH I JUST KNOW IT. they don't want to fall in love with each other cause lisa's gonna croak soon but they can't help it.

- Let You Break My Heart Again:

this song is jean's feelings to lisa :(( jean knows lisa doesn't have much time. she needs to keep telling herself "i have to move on. there are other people." but she doesn't want other people. she wants lisa. god and the chorus of this song ?? this is so jeanlisa coded and it's jean to lisa guys please they hurt so gOOD.

- Promise:

and this ?? UGH THIS IS LISA TO JEAN IN RESPONSE TO THE PREVIOUS SONG DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION ?? and i have to point out the key points in this song.

"i've done the math, there's no solution // we'll never last // why can't i let go of this" guys i'm sobbing with each explanation, please be patient with me. lisa tries so so hard to not love jean and not even try to get into a relationship because tHEY NEVER HAVE ENOUGH TIME, I'M TELLING YOU GUYS IT ALL GOES BACK TO TIME. anyway yeah these bitches gay as hell. lisa keeps telling jean "no we can't, it's inevitable and it'll just hurt more" but they BOTH would share one regret and it's not marrying each other no matter how much time they'd have.

- Bewitched:

now now i've had laufey on repeat and it would be a crime if i didn't add this song.

- What They'll Say About Us:

i HAD to add a finneas song c'mon. also the lyrics "i never said it would be easy // i'm never givin' up, believe me // i used to think the pain would fade, but it never does" it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts, they are each other's comfort. lisa puts a blanket around jean after she's fallen asleep at her desk overworking and then calls for kaeya to help carry jean back to their bed. if it's lisa sleeping then jean carries lisa herself back to their bed <33 oh sorry i just threw a hc in the middle of that LMAO i was supposed to talk about the song. anyway, this song actually also talks about time but it's more hopeful like "oh we always have time" like lmao no y'all don't but they'd like to think that. wishful thinking. maybe i'm projecting.

- Monster (feat. King Princess):

"i know we'll never grow old together // but you'll never grow old to me" GUYS BACK TO MISERY AND PAIN UGH in the original version of this song (Marceline's) marcy and pb can't grow old cause they're immortal so, wow so romantic. jeanlisa however, they can't grow old together cause wHY ?? NO SAY IT WITH ME. WHY NOT ?? BECAUSE LISA'S GONNA FUCKING BITE THE DUST SOONER BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE A POWERFUL WITCH. LIKE DAMN GIRLBOSS OF YOU LAH BUT FUCK LAH IT HURTS. also i chose this version specifically cause it sounds more sad and depressing.

- She:

I HAD to put a dodie song. jean and lisa would listen to dodie together for sure. this song is mainly jean to lisa i think. but this is more early jeanlisa like maybe teens. jean doesn't know lisa feels the same about her. she thinks it isn't reciprocated. but this dumb bitch is wRONG.

- Always:

"it was always you falling for me // now there's always time calling for me" iT ALL GOES BACK TO TIMEEEE WAAAA yea this song is lisa to jean specifically. i am on the jean fell first and lisa fell harder agenda.

- Enchanted:

swifties i'm so sorry, i know this one hurts. it's the whole song tbh like ugh maybe after a Windblume celebration, this is how they both feel. they spent the whole event together. they went on patrols together walking around the city seeing all the flowers, decorations, everyone smiling etc. the last day there's a big dance where everyone joins in and they dance the night away. after all that, they both go home and all that's on their mind is what ?? each other.

- Tautou:

guys this song sounds so depressing in the best way possible like if i could tell you to listen to at least one of these songs, it would be this. i put this mainly for the instrumentals.

- The End Of All Things:

very very short love song. not much to say. it sounds incredible. anyway they are in love, thank you.

- Lover's Oath, i'm tired of feeling this way, Greensleeves:

these don't have words, just songs they'd slow dance to or listen to together.

that's it !! i wanna say my friend xclipsa told me to add the end of all things and greensleeves but i meant to put the end of all things but somehow did not ?? i don't know what i did lmao anyway thank you for reading my explanations. hope y'all feel heartache when listening to this playlist like i do. take care, lovelies &lt;3

[valleydean]

❣️❣️❣️tag! you're it in the self rec game! fic writers dont talk about their wonderful writing enough, so recommend your 5 favorite fictions written by YOU and tell us what you love about the fics or the process of writing them, then tag or send this question to 5 of your favorite fic writers to keep the game going❣️❣️❣️

ooh this is awesome. thank you, anon. i will always take an opportunity to talk about Me.

Gotta be the Heavyweight series first, because i'm currently posting part 3 of it and i want people to read it lol. this one kinda snuck up on me because i didn't expect it to take over my brain when i was writing part 1 - and i never expected to make it into a series. i just kinda like taking the worst parts of dean and cas' personality traits and running with them. to be like "they're awful but they love each other anyway and they're perfect for each other." it's been fun, but i do sometimes say to myself "i can't believe this level of asshole is living somewhere inside of me." like i think i've become more arrogant since i started writing this series??? but i love writing fight scenes so it's been great to write a story about boxing.

Raise the Black. my favorite fic i've ever written. it wrote itself lmao. it's the first au concept i ever came up with like.... over a decade ago. and i just never wrote it. it kinda became the super secret fic that i would tell myself in my head as i was falling asleep, and i do miss dreaming about it now that it's all out and over. but at the same time, it changed a lot over the years and the show and characters grew and expanded, so it's cool to have a finished product for the story.

The Shawnee Trail. this one kept me sane during the first year of covid. i love westerns. it's my favorite genre. and i always wanted to write one, but i never really had the time to dedicate to it until lockdown. i thought i'd be nightmare while writing it because it had to be Perfect, but i was actually in a good mood the whole time. it was sooooo fun to write! i've never had a better time writing a story as i did with this one. i do need to write more westerns.

Redux. the season 16 i wrote out of spite for the ending of the show. started working on it on november 20th, 2020. it gave me a lot of closure, in a way. i just love these characters so much so i wanted to give them a happy ending. they deserve it, i deserve it. i'm glad i could give it to them in some small way. writing this really helped me work through my emotions and grief about the end of the show.

I can't really decide between Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean and my horror series (which is multiple fics, so i guess that disqualifies the series lol). Cas Novak's Office is basically my diary, and whenever people say "omg this is the best dean characterization i've ever read" it freaks me the fuck out because these are just my innermost thoughts that i've never told another soul hahahah. and the horror series is just fun! i put one out every year around halloween and they're usually my favorite fics to write. i love writing horror. i look forward to it every year.

i know a lot of people will probably be surprised that a ghost story isn't on this list but ??? idk. in a way, that fic will always be special to me and it's definitely the one i'm most known for, but to be honest it's not in my top 5 list of favorites sorry

[globodamorte]

...is jeongdo planting memories in seongbin's head. hear me out.

ok first of all I literally almost threw up reading this episode. the music was a cool touch but the way jeongdo was pressing seongbin like "I need to humiliate him" "he's thinking he's better than us bc were being slandered by the media" (which btw way to make your personal feelings seep into the investigation asshole. the media is slandering y'all bc y'all are incompetent pigs. like. sometimes I thought I was going too far with jeongdo's obsession with seongbin but this confirms it for me. he's making it personal. he's making it about himself) "I need to come up with something doesn't matter if I'm wrong" "you were scared of being just like your mother" idk felt so icky to me. literally how dare you talk about his mother like that. how dare you bring up his abuse and purposefully trigger him.

"uuuhh but investigation tactics" if purposefully triggering trauma in people is investigation tactics then they're are abusive end of story lmao fuck off. there's ways to interrogate people without traumatizing them.

anyway.

we know seongbin said "I don't think I would do that". this highly indicates he doesn't remember killing anyone.

God fucking dammit I can't write properly I'm just so disappointed. I hate this lmao

anyway wtf was I saying. yeah he doesn't remember much and so the pressure of a policeman saying "we know what happened even though you don't" can fr just. make seongbin accept those "memories" as the truth. jeongdo may be literally gaslighting seongbin into believing that he did it.

like. idk how relatable this is. but yk that feeling when you don't know if something that seemed to have happened in your childhood actually happened or if it was a dream? also sometimes when I'm asked to recall something I don't remember, often I'll think "I can imagine/see myself doing this" but I'll still not know for certain. does that make sense? now imagine this feeling while being under severe mental distress

what I mean is seongbin is not in the right state of mind to be able to say for certain that he's remembering things. also jeongdo kept pressing and triggering him of course he'll not be stable enough to think properly. his mom just died too and the pigs that tased him are shit talking her.

I'm seriously so upset I might cry. bashi I'm gonna grab your foot when you're asleep.

I'm also so pissed at jeongdo fr IDC anymore. fucking pig I hope he chokes on mud

everyone in this webtoon is an unreliable narrator. so I can safely say that no, we can't be sure those "memories" are even real they could just be jeongdo's re-imagining of the murder

I hope maybe Dr. ju intervenes somehow. as the psychiatrist I hope she can do something. isn't this a thing like in trials? where you can object bc they're inducing the person to think/answer in a specific way? maybe she'll intervene bc his testimony won't be reliable idk whatever

I don't know what to say. this doesn't feel satisfying. the puzzle pieces seem to be falling into place but I keep thinking "this can't be it... it's too easy"

I can only hold on to the hope that I'm right on my meta analysis of the series as a whole and boy if I am right... oh boy...

but on the other hand I literally can't help but think that something's wrong. and idk maybe it's because I keep thinking there's No Way they'll go through this cliched overused and most of all offensive and ableist route. but what if they do? what then lol I'm seriously so sad

I can't even joke about how if there's a twist and it's not seongbin then I'll suck bashi so silly and sloppy like i feel defeated. they're torturing me they don't deserve my tornado blowjob... not now at least. even if bashi defeats the ableist allegations they won't defeat the psychological torturer ones 😔

to the one person who reads these. I'm so sorry this is so messy

[shifting-lark]

Lark's Shifting Experience 6/14/22

Hello shifting friends!!!

So.... I successfully shifted last night.

It was crazy!!! Here is the short version of my experience: (Under Keep Reading I'll be more detailed!!)

Which method?: Lucid Dreaming Method (you get into a lucid dream and create a portal into your DR)

How did you fall asleep? Did you meditate beforehand? See angel numbers? Drink a lot of water? : No!! I didn't do any of that!! I didn't have a huge sign or experience anything unique beforehand. The only thing was when I laid down I said to myself, "I'm gonna shift tonight." and laid in a somewhat starfish position. But I fell asleep so fast I didn't have time to meditate or do affirmations. And then it just happened!!

Which DR did you go to?: I went to my One Piece DR as Lark Normandy!!

How long were you there?: I was only in my DR for what felt like 10 mins and then I woke up.

What happened in your DR?: I was in a dream and realized I was dreaming so I quickly made a portal and jumped through it into my One Piece DR. I opened my eyes and was on a ship with my captain and crewmates and we landed and explored an island.

What happened when you woke up?: I felt totally normal. I didn't think much of my dream until a few moments after I fully woke up I was like "Holy shit. I shifted." Almost didn't believe it and it took me a bit to process!!! (I'm still processing)

Overall: it was a very short experience, but it was incredible!!!!!

Okay so much to tell ahhhh.... I guess I'll start from the beginning!

For starters, I do not actively practice shifting anymore!! I haven't tried to shift for like a month now. I still believe in it and everything it just hasn't been my focus for awhile. (which is totally okay, take shifting breaks, it's good for you /gen) I of course still stay hydrated, I sometimes still meditate to relax myself, and every now and then I see angel numbers, but I haven't been actively trying to shift or anything.

So yesterday (6/13) I binged watched One Piece episodes with my husband and we were talking about it all day and I was watching meme videos about the anime and overall, just did a lot of One Piece related things the whole day. (Ya'll obvi know by now how that anime has me in a fucking chokehold and I'm not even sorry lmao)

Then it was time to go to bed. I was a little high and super relaxed and in a good mood, so when I laid down I randomly had the thought of, "I'm going to shift to One Piece tonight." I laid in a loose/relaxed starfish position but before I could even do any affirmations I passed the fuck out lol

I start dreaming and it's pretty normal, until someone mentions my grandma and I stopped and was like "My grandma is dead. She passed away years ago. Why is she alive now?" And that's when I realized, "Holy shit this is a dream!!!" Without missing a beat, I snapped my fingers and made this glowing white and purple portal. I said, "Here we go!" And YEETED myself through the portal. (I've never jumped so quickly headfirst into something)

When I opened my eyes I was in a row boat with my captain, Luffy, and a few crewmates, Nami and Zoro.

{ I gotta take a pause and say..... ZO R O. Being able to see him. To hear him. To be next to him. I was there. I was RIGHT there. The love of my life was just as handsome in person as he is in the show. Just being next to him was incredible. }

We were sitting in this small row boat and the waves were rough and choppy. Luffy was telling us to hold on as we were heading straight for an island up ahead.

This moment is when it felt so real I can't even properly explain: As the ship was rocking and thunder was roaring, a wave came up and splashed me in the face. It splashed me. And I FELT it. It was real. I was real. The water was real. I remember vividly wiping the water from my face and I felt how cold and wet it was. I can't stress enough how real it was. If you took a glass of water right now and splashed it onto your face, that's what it felt like in that moment. That was when I knew I had successfully shifted. I knew it wasn't just a crazy dream... It. Was. Real.

Afterwards, we finally landed on the island. Zoro and I went to explore through a few caves and were hiding from some monsters/bad guys. It gets a little fuzzy because shortly after I woke up! Like I said, it was a pretty short experience but none-the-less so amazing.

One moment I was Lark exploring an island, and then I blinked and I was back in my normal bed with my cats and husband next to me. It didn't hit me all at once what actually happened. My brain was still processing and questioning it. Was that an actual shift? Was it just a super lucid dream? Did I just make the whole thing up? All these doubts swam through my mind but after about an hour of being awake I stopped and said "Holy shit. I shifted. I actually shifted."

That's really all there is to tell!!! I told Lily about it immediately and then came on here to share with y'all!! I'm definitely gonna be shifting more and practicing different methods again. I have SOO much motivation now it's insane, so I'll keep y'all updated with my journey and whenever I shift again, you'll be the first to know!

Thanks for reading and anyone who hasn't shifted yet, DO NOT GIVE UP!! I started shifting November 2020 and it took me until June 2022 to fully shift. Shifting is real!! It WILL happen to you!! I can't promise when, but it WILL. Don't lose hope!!

All the love ~Lark

[yeoyeos]

Wooyoung as a boyfriend [smut,fluff]

warnings: fluff nd smut are separated so you have choices,woo bites but we're not surprised,switch!woo,bondage,impact play,choking

lmk if i missed anything

fluff -

he bites

he's not shy at all

he will bite you 2 days after you meet him 

he may seem a little annoying at first but you'll warm up to him 

he's charming 

he does nice things for you when he's not annoying you 

you'll come to learn that he bites as a form of affection 

the best at surprises 

surprise dates 

surprise parties

surprise anniversaries for the first time he bit you 

he'd be saying "i love you" before y'all even get together 

always calling you baby and honey 

he's a lunatic 

who will fight you 

tackles you all the time so be prepared

also screams really loudly in your ears lmao

but it'll end with both of you in a weird position cuddling 

playing games or watching spongebob 

either/or i kid you not 

if you get hurt physically, even if it's a scratch 

he'll act like you're getting a heart attack 

he'll take care of you like a child 

probably even give you a juice box and carry you around all day  

if you get hurt emotionally he'll be there 

a literal shoulder to cry on 

he'd rest you on his shoulder and link your arms while you cry

holding a tissue box too

orders food and binges a mini series with you

after a while he'd threaten whoever did this to you 

if it's a death he'd probably threaten god or something 

and try to make you laugh to distract you for as long as possible 

won't leave your side unless he knows you're okay 

refuses to be too emotional in front of you 

doesn't want you to think he's a cry baby

but once you assure him it's okay the flood gates break 

he's crying about his issues and about how much he loves you 

he'd end up falling asleep from experiencing too many emotions at once

so you just sleep wherever you are cuz he's definitely on top of you and you can't move 

doesn't get jealous easily 

only if you so much as glance at any other passing being  

m telling you he's always asking you if you love san more than him 

cuz when he brings san over to hang out with him both of you spend time together than with him

that's what he believes at least 

it's all jokes but be pretends to be serious so you can give him

reassuring kisses 

you will have to tell him he's cute 

and when he's dressed up for photo shoots etc. tell him he's sexy 

he loves that sm and he deserves it tbh 

praise him for his singing and dance skills and he'll melt  

poke and kiss his little mole on his face pls <3

smut -

switch sub lean 

we all know this 

brattiest mf to ever walk this earth  

WILL give you hell 

you have to be REAL good at brat taming to deal with this motherfucker 

loves bondage and impact play 

like tie him up and overstim him and he's good to go tbh 

once you crack him he begs 

begs for dear life 

has an urge to be fucked 

but the other 37% of the time he's domming is  

wow 

like he goes all in

he's a brat while domming too

he's not giving you what you want 

his resolve while domming is really good tbh 

will tease you for an entire hour and not do shit for 2 days 

he wants you to beg 

beg and beg and beg

until you break

and the he'd give you what you want 

choking included always 

his dream is to be tied up to a chair and blindfolded with a vibrator on or in him 

he wants to do the same to you tbh 

his experiences are your experiences 

aftercare? 

who's that 

he's out like a bat during the day  

like there's no stopping that 

unless he went super hard on you 

THEN he'd run a bath and stuff 

but if not then you're left to your own devices bro😭

ateez masterlist

masterlist

[ewitsren]

helloo!! can i req draken and chifuyu taking care of their drunk s/o tysm 🤍

taking care of their drunk s/o ft draken, chifuyu !!

pairings: ryuguji ken x reader, matsuno chifuyu x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: fuff(?), drunkness

requested: yes

#DRAKEN

i have a feeling that ken had dealt with drunk people a lot before so he's pretty much experienced.

he wraps his arm around your waist to help you get to the couch when you walk into the room, tottering and sighing loudly.

he makes his way to the kitchen to make coffe and food for you so he could sober you up, rubbing your back and telling you to stay on the couch.

"just sit here, 'kay? i'll be right back."

he comes back with a cup of black coffee and a sandwich in his hands. he leans the coffee cup against your lips and helps you drink it, slowly lifting it to make sure you swallow the bitter liquid.

HE SAYS YOU SHOULDN'T GET THAT DRUNK WITHOUT HIM AND TRIES TO EXPLAIN WHY BUT YOU DON'T EVEN LISTEN 😭😭 bc u r drunk lmao

seriously tho he grumbles about how you should've called him and asked him to pick you up instead of walking home alone drunk, late at night.

"look, hey- listen to me. call me next time, 'right?"

TRIES TO TALK TO YOU AND EXPECTS YOU TO FULLY UNDERSTAND HIM LIKE YOU'RE SOBER I STG AKHSNDHD

takes you on a little walk around the neighborhood to get some fresh air if you're feeling sick. he links his arm to yours bc he's afraid you'll fall if he lets you go

"hey hey, ken! look at that cat! isn't it so cute? can we take it? pleeeasee please please please."

"no, y/n we're not stealing mrs hayakawa's cat."

laughs at your drunk talks,,,

he tucks you into bed after you eat your sandwich ♡ if you wanted to take a bath he tells you to do it in the morning bcos ya know people generally fall asleep in bath when they'r drunk

puts a glass of water on your nightstand in case you'll wake up in the middle of the night and he makes sure you drink a lot of water the next day!

"it's time to sleep now, y/n. you'll feel better in the morning, sweet dreams."

#CHIFUYU

this man right here is not surprised at all when you come home wasted, he's been there and he knows what to do. (he definitely got wasted with baji multiple times u can't convince me otherwise)

so when you barge into the living room, trying to walk properly, he chuckles and catches you before you meet with the floor.

"looks like someone had fun, hm?"

he runs a warm bath and gets into the tub with you, washes your hair and body as you tell him what went down earlier that night.

"c'mon we're taking a bath!"

"we? what am iii, a 5 year ooollldd?

"you'll fall asleep on your own, 'ya don't wanna drown in your bathtub with 12 shots of tequila runnin' thru your blood, 'right?"

he dresses you up and places you on the couch, turns on your favorite movie so you'll be busy with something while he makes coffee and something to eat for you

chifuyu holds your hair and rubs your back if you throw up, whispering words of affirmations in your in your ear

"it's alright, c'mon let it all out."

" 'kay, i got you."

ENCOURAGES YOU TO SPIT RANDOM SHIT BC HE LOVES LISTENING TO YOUR DRUNK TALKING

"...and theeenn he said it was just a movie. can you believe this? anyways, whatever i'm back from narnia bitch!"

"he sounds so dumb, sweetie. of course it's not just a movie and you met with mr tumnus while you were locked in the closet. i believe you."

puts a bottle of water on the nightstand in case you'll wake up in the middle of the night like draken

makes you talk and records the funny parts until you suddenly stop and fall asleep.

he also takes care of you the next day until he makes sure you're 100% okay

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms.

[vaguely-concerned]

oh. oh god. early days john/mercy/augustine held up to "start here" by caitlyn siehl (yes, of the famous 'when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it' line, but the whole thing in this context... holy shit):

Start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light and turned him into something hungry, something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen because you had him first, and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and pretending to understand. Repeat to yourself “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” until you fall asleep and dream of the place where nothing is red. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep. Here are your upturned hands. Give them to him and watch how he prays like he is learning his first words. Start by pulling him out of another fire, and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the world from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do, so you won’t let him. Tell him that you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn’t good enough.

it makes me sad all over again that the entire problem with john is uh well...... john lmao. there's really nothing they could have done to stop him from becoming what he did I don't think. that's the thing about love, no matter how much you love someone it can't change them into something else, they have to do that for themselves. but they believed in him not only as a god but as a man for so long it took them thousands of years to accept what he actually is. they pulled him out of fires for thousands of years before they had to look in the eyes that it wasn't through some uncanny string of bad luck he found himself there, it was because he is a fucking pyromaniac lol

[the-rainbow-lesbian]

Hii :))

OK so I'm a muslim lesbian teen and idk I've kinda been questioning like everything lately lmao. I come from a strict muslim household and I have to do a lot of things which are completely against my choice but whenever I would even so question my faith, I would immediately feel sick. Like idk, there is very valid criticisms of the religion but its kinda hard to come confront the idea that's it all a lie cuz I feel guilty if you get me. It's gotten better?? lately cuz I don't feel guilty about not reading namaz for example. I just pretend I do even tho everyone in my community would argue that its bad. The thing is I just hate the fact that we will never know if God is real and what will happen after death. Personally I feel, if I ever did become an ex muslim, I'd be agnostic cuz I believe something or someone did create us. And there's just so much suffering in the world like this just can't be it. How did u become comfortable in not believing in Allah and being an ex muslim? Or at least accept it? I just hate not knowing what is the truth and what is not even tho I just have to accept I'll never truly know.

hello anon, first of all I just wanna say I deeply feel for you, I hope that you are safe and will be able to get out and live a life true to yourself.

secondly, my journey with leaving religion was complicated and took me years. I lived all my life in a religious country, going to schools where it’s mandated that you memorize the quran, technically I memorized the quran, read it more times than I can count and I had condescend teaching in hadeeth, fiqh, tawheed, and tafseer. meaning everyone around me, whether it was at home or school believed this religion was true, it was incredibly difficult because as I was trying to accept my sexuality and reconcile my feminist beliefs with a religion that is very hateful towards women and gay people (and many other minorities and people of other religions) so I was in deep denial, I thought god exists but god certainly wouldn’t say these awful and unintelligent things, so I distanced myself from the islamic teachings.

but here’s the thing, whether I personally believed or not, this religion still dominated my life, I wore hijab against my will, prayed and read the quran against my will, and I will also have to marry a man against my will, my entire life was dictated by my family and this ideology empowered them. during one ramadan I decided to read the quran more critically, or rather not prevent myself from admitting what I am actually thinking, my mom forced me to read it in full multiple times a month, with the addition of taraweeh and the special prayers at the end of the month, so I mentally confronted this religion and it didn’t hold, it was all a lie and it was so painfully obvious that it was. it is barbaric, unscientific, misogynistic and basically a death cult. I also started reading the accounts of ex-muslims without directly interacting with them.

so I just….. left, I had a mental breakdown and cried, then as I was falling asleep I asked god to show me a sign that he was real in my dreams but there wasn’t anything really, just completely uneventful. at first I was agnostic because I thought it was impossible this whole world was created without a god, but then I thought “if a god exists and he allows atrocities to happen he is not worth worshipping, and if he cannot stop them then he is no god either”

I think what also helped me is that I am very logic-oriented, not to sound like an obnoxious redditor but it’s legit how I am and maybe it’s because I am autistic, so tbh I can’t even entertain spiritually or any kind of wishful mystical thinking, I don’t believe in anything unless there’s evidence based on observations.

so here’s the thing, there’s absolutely no evidence to support that god exists, and his supposed existence has absolutely no effect on the way human beings live our lives, there is no divine intervention in any way, so he might as well not exist. the people who claimed god exists throughout history did out of their own self-interest, or a way to instill accountability in others, or enforce some kind of morality, and these people were not as advanced as we are right now, they had no proper way of observing the world around them to conclude things about its origin. as human beings continue to develop (if we don’t self-destruct through war or climate change) and we have to shed away childish ideas like gods and such because they were basically coping mechanisms for people who were new the world and absolutely dumbfounded by it. now religion just continues to perpetuate harm and is used to control others specially women.

so instead of proving god doesn’t exist, did religious people ever prove that he does? as for the guilt and fear, give it time, no need to rush anything, do what’s comfortable for you and see what conclusion you arrive to in the end, but please don’t ever express such ideas to the people around you so your life won’t be in danger, take care.