#I cannot tell you how deep in brainrot i am rn

[emotionally-charged-arson]

More Transitus bullshit. Call it a distraction casserole.

[zackprincebooks]

>:]

i've got black rider brainrot rn sorry:

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@tragedycoded

Good for you, I also have Black Rider brainrot:

David tosses and turns in his bed. It feels too large for one person; there needs to be another body for him to hold and cuddle. The other side is cold where David rolls over in an attempt to make the bed feel fuller.

It's not working. Sitting up, David rubs his eyes with a groan. He needs to sleep tonight; tomorrow is the Diamond Gala, where his chancellors have arranged for him a bevy of beautiful sidhe of marriageable age for him to choose a consort.

He loathes the very thought of it, but if David doesn't make an appearance for an arbitrary amount of time, then it will create a rift between him and his chancellors. Concordia is still so new and so fragile; he cannot gamble with his stable Cabinet.

David rolls over one more time--

And there is someone standing over his bed, silhouetted against the moon. Their shadow falls across the translucent curtains of David's four-poster bed.

"Who--how dare you!" David snaps as he bolts upright. There's a fluster on his cheeks as he's caught in a vulnerable moment, both physically and emotionally. "Leave immediately, or else I will call for the guards!"

The shadow tilts their head to the side. While David cannot see any details on their attire, he can tell that it's not armor, but fine courtly robes. Their hair falls in soft, curly waves around their shoulders and David's fingers twitch with the desire to run through and see if their hair is really as soft as it looks.

"You would not do that," they murmur. Their voice is a deep, musical timbre that shakes David's bones. "Not when you know me, Ard-Righ."

"You--" David's heart catches in his throat. "My Black Rider!" Grabbing fistfuls of the bed curtain, David yanks them apart. There's a tearing sound as he pulls with all his might--

Only to discover nothing is there. There's not even an imprint in the carpet where the Black Rider stood. A sob bubbles in David's chest and a tear wells up in his eye. This was his one and only chance to see the Black Rider, in the flesh, and he ruined it with his own brashness.

But there, on David's nightstand, is a folded piece of paper that wasn't there before. His sob turns into a cry of joy as David reaches for the paper, though he stops short of snatching it with all haste. Slowly, David picks up the paper.

It has been sealed with a dark red wax, and stamped with a sigil that David doesn't recognize. The quality of wax alone speaks to the wealth of the mysterious House it represents, and David uses all caution as he opens it.

My Dear Lord,

I have felt you reaching for me across the Dreaming. Your nights are filled with thoughts of me just as my days are filled with thoughts of you.

I am not a phantom in the night. I am not a shadow haunting the edge of your mind. I am real, though I apologize for the cloak and dagger I must employ. It is not my intention to make you feel like a cat chasing after a coy mouse. You will see me--and very soon.

Your dreams fuel me. I feel the heat of your desire in my heart and my loins. On more than one occasion, I am forced to recuse myself to tend to my need. I have always left my recusal feeling refreshed, energized, and glowing with pride.

Yes--pride. I cradle the heart of the most powerful man in Concordia, and none of his suitors or admirers know who I am. They would have my head on their pikes if they knew! But they shall remain ignorant, grasping at air, for I guard your heart most jealously.

So dream of me, my sweet lord, and let your dreams sustain you until we meet. Then, and only then, will you know the full force of my ardor.

Your Black Knight

David sits back on the bed, clutching the letter to his chest. A sense of peace has settled over him, easing from his shoulders all the way down to his lower back. Before sleep takes him fully, David carefully folds the letter and places it into the false bottom of his nightstand drawer.

His bed feels a little less lonely as David surrenders himself to the dream of the Black Rider's strong arms wrapped around him.