#I value your presence greatly <3

[werewolf-transgenderism]

i just wanted to let you know that every time i talk to blathers it reminds me of you, and with great warmth at that! Sending thoughts of softness and care <3

[versadies]

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman! (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. in a world of boys, he's a gentleman!

ADDRESSED. alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, and neuvillette (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. the little things they do around you that remind you that chivalry is not dead <3

CONTENT. ooc!neuvi (?), ooc!wriothesley (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (i like cheese), and possible grammar errors. some of the things mentioned can be applicable to others!

POST-SCRIPT. can you already tell that these four own my heart? i love them sm ( >-< )!!! also made new banners for a change hehe

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Although ALHAITHAM is someone who prefers to focus greatly on himself and prioritizes his own well-being over others', that does not mean he is selfish nor inconsiderate. Which is why it is not far-fetched for someone like him to do the little things that proves the fact that chivalry is not dead.

Though of course, he does it in his very own way. You just have to be very observant to notice it. 

For instance, whenever you two are sitting in front of the table, he’d cover the edge whenever you lean down to get something that fell from the table, ensuring that you don’t bump your head from the furniture and get hurt. 

Another instance is when you’d rant on and on in his presence, thinking he’s not listening to you due to his earpieces that’s used to cancel out meaningless noises. When in reality, he’s actually listening to you —  because to him, your words are always something of importance to him whether he’d admit that or not. 

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking about your day, complaining about prices, or even expressing your concerns over things you shouldn’t even be concerned about; he’d listen without a word if not necessary, because if it’s important to you, then it’s important to listen about it. Though of course, the only exceptions are when you’d actually talk about something he doesn’t care about, such as gossip.

Meanwhile, in the bustling marketplaces of Sumeru, there’s bound to be scammers preying on oblivious consumers, and Alhaitham sees to it that you won’t fall for such things. It’s partially one of the reasons why he always tags along with you whenever you shop for groceries or for other things.

If a scammer tries their shot, they’ll only be greeted by a stern warning glare from the scribe as you look through the displayed products, only for your lover to drag you to a more appropriate stall that’s much better than the suspicious one. 

During the later stage of your relationship when you moved into his humble home, he made sure to have enough space for your things, and even sacrificed some of his own possessions for the sake of yours. 

Speaking of sacrifices, there are also times when he’d sacrifice his leisure time that he values in order to hang out with you. Despite your assurances that he doesn’t have to spend time with you if he wants to be alone, he doesn’t care and still hangs out with you anyway. 

In his perspective, it’s not a sacrifice, because spending his spare time with you is much better than spending it alone. 

It’s the little things that remind you that he does care. Though, you couldn’t help but try and confront him about his actions since you want to hear it from his mouth. 

When you do though, you’ll only get a deadpan look from him and a few words:

“Isn’t that the bare minimum of what boyfriends should do anyway?”

ZHONGLI is no doubt a traditional gentleman when it comes to not just you, but also towards anyone around him. Of course, you’re still special in his eyes. After all, you’re his darling gem who is above any other treasures that he’s come across in this lifetime.

He always checks up on your well-being with care and tenderness that often causes your legs to become jelly-like. He never fails to bring heat to your face from how sweet he is!

Like your average traditional gentleman, Zhongli gives you his coat as soon as he sees even a slight sign of you feeling cold from Liyue’s breeze, caressing your arms with his glove-covered hands while he’s at it. Not that you’re complaining, especially from how good his cologne smells from his coat that just made you a little in a daze.

He’s willing to open doors for you to enter first, no matter your gender. He doesn’t want your hands to get dirty from door knobs that have been through things that only Celestia knows what, so he insists that he shall open them for you. In a way, it sounded a bit over the top, but how can you say no to such a kind man like your lover?

He sees to it that you’re the first one to be seated before him, pulling out a chair for you before sitting next to you. It’s almost essential for him to sit next to you, as if you’re a light that he finds himself drawn to. 

When it comes to eating together, he offers you a bite of his meal that he either made or ordered, wanting you to try the delicious meal that’s made with precision and passion and appreciate it with him (though it usually ends up with him giving you more bites of it like a grandma would to her grandchild). Whenever he does this, he makes sure to blow the food first before giving it to you, not wanting your tongue to get burnt by accident. He even goes as far as putting his hand beneath the spoon to ensure nothing will spill on you and your clothes. 

Traveling is also to be expected when you’re with Zhongli, with you two visiting different areas of Liyue for a variety of reasons such as work, vacation, leisure time, etc. Whenever you two travel, he’s always there to give you a hand, especially when climbing up and going down. 

He’ll even go as far as putting his coat down on the ground for you to sit on to avoid your clothes becoming dirty should you two ever need a break, not wanting you to get too exhausted from your trip. 

Of course, we cannot forget how Zhongli has a sharp memory, so he knows the exact day for your relationship milestones and would never forget it. Expect him to celebrate things such as your first date-sary, monthsary, first kiss-sary, and the list goes on until you eventually tell him that most people (if not all) wouldn’t celebrate most of these things. 

That doesn’t stop him from greeting you with such occasions though ^^

It’s clear to see that the consultant loves you dearly and wants the best for you. The same goes to his dear friends and peers around him, and you couldn’t be all the more grateful to have such a man like him as your lover. In fact, his amber-hue eyes that you always seem to lose yourself to shines much brighter when he’s kind. 

“Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?” He’d ask you when he catches you admiring him from your place. 

“Nothing. I just want to admire how perfect my boyfriend is.” You sigh dreamily, looking at him happily. “How are you such a perfect spouse?” 

He chuckles in response, now putting down his tea. “I beg to differ. Especially since the most breathtaking person in front of me is more worthy of such title.”  

It’s no lie to everyone in the Fortress – both inmates and guards alike – that WRIOTHESLEY adores you, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it. Though his words are nothing but silent, his actions speak louder. Out of the very few people that the duke trusts, you’re the one that comes to mind, and the same goes for you towards him. He’s quite honored that you trust him enough to let him become your spouse, and what better way to express that than actions? 

You’re rest assured that he always has tea saved for you whenever you come and visit his office. When you do, he always makes sure to pull out a chair for you to sit on, pour your cup with your drink of choice before pouring his tea on his own cup. 

For a man such as him, he’s observant and is quick to notice when someone is uncomfortable – in this case, you. As soon as he takes note of your discomfort or uneasiness, he is quick to comfort you and assure you that all’s well as he either swiftly takes you away from the scene or finds a way to help you go through it. 

With that in mind, Wriothesley understands if you find yourself preferring the world outside over the Fortress of Meropide. He gets it! He’s content with you just visiting whenever you can. He knows not everyone would be keen on staying in the stronghold prison for a long time, especially when they have no reason to besides visiting their spouse. 

Unless you’re an actual criminal, then that’s when you entirely have no choice but be stuck in the fortress and with him until you’re free to go. 

Speaking of criminals, danger lurks everywhere in Fontaine. You certainly can’t blame your lover for being quite protective with you, often telling you through his letters to be careful with going out at night and to not fall for any scammers or tricks by possible criminals that are still out there. He’s aware that you’re more than capable of protecting yourself from danger, but it doesn’t stop his worries even for one bit.

It’s not common for the Duke to come out from the Fortress and visit the city. When he does, there’s a huge chance that he’s seen with you, holding your hand as you two go on with your day as a couple. He does not show affection in public much, but that doesn’t mean holding hands would hurt! 

To others, he always seems so calm and collected on his own, but in comparison to how he acts with you, he’s much more content and relaxed, as if he’s in a utopian paradise that he feels at peace in as your laughter and voice soothes his unfaltering spirit. 

Should you ever ask for a mora of his thoughts from how distracted he was during your time spent together, you’ll only gain this response:

“Hm? Oh, forgive me for being distracted. You don’t have to worry about it.” He’d say casually, hiding the fact that he’s simply distracted from thinking about how much he wants this kind of experience to last forever.

Given that NEUVILLETTE is unfamiliar with human customs and feelings, the same goes for his unfamiliarity in the romance department. He didn’t think he’d end up courting someone, let alone form a personal relationship – especially since he avoids such things. However, you’re somehow an exception.

His experience in the court is unfortunately not enough to help him with his goal in winning your heart, yet somehow, he finds himself in a relationship with you. Though inexperienced and busy, he still has his perks that makes it up – such as his mannerisms.

Just like Zhongli, he’s quite a traditional gentleman. Not only will he help you sit down by pulling out a chair and remove your coat, he’d even make sure that none of your clothes, accessories, and even your hair would get caught in the furniture’s ornamentation to avoid the same inconveniences that he goes through in his daily life. 

He tends to hold your hand when the two of you go through the seats of the Opera Epiclese to watch a performance, dragging you to the best seat in the middle of the front row as he helps you become comfortable. After watching your first performance together, he never thought that watching a performance could be so enjoyable when you have companions to share the joy with. Where were you in his entire life?

On another note, Neuvillette is the type to carry your bags whenever the two of you go shopping or when he sees you holding something heavy, wanting to ease your burdens and struggles swiftly as he insists that he should help you. You should be able to have your hands free like a dove in his perspective. 

It shows that he’s willing to help you with anything you need, whether it’d be giving wise advice, getting something, lending a shoulder for you to cry on, and anything else so long as it eases your struggles. 

Given that he’s still exploring human customs and feelings, he entrusts you to guide him through it, and this means that he’s open with new things that he hasn’t tried before so long as it doesn’t clash with his busy schedule. 

He doesn’t mind doing particular activities with you, be it pot-making, watching documentaries, playing classic games, and the list goes on! If he has you by his side to try everything, then he’s okay with it all. 

Speaking of activities, Neuvillette has taken a liking for walking in the rain. He even fantasizes about going out into the rain, wanting to feel the raindrops pouring on him as he walks down the streets of Fontaine. 

Despite enjoying such joys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t consider your comfort with the weather. Knowing how humans are with not wanting to become wet from the weather, your lover is there to help you in holding an umbrella that he’d bring should he hear any forecasts of rain beforehand. 

He makes sure that the entire umbrella is on you and stays that way, and he simply wouldn’t forgive himself if he sees even a few drops on your clothing that he could’ve prevented despite your assurances. 

If you ever expressed your concern of him getting drenched and possibly sick from the rain, he’d simply reassure you that it’s nothing to worry about, telling you that he does this very often whenever it rains. 

“Don’t worry about me, ma moitié.” He says with a tender gaze as he continues to walk side by side with you, holding the umbrella above you. “I will not get sick easily from the weather, nor do I mind having my clothes drenched. I want you to worry about yourself more.” 

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[ahqkas]

♯ TOO SWEET ; mattheo riddle

❛ i take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3, you’re too sweet for me ❜

PAIRING! mattheo riddle x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS! in which mattheo recalled the two times you were too sweet for him (based on this req.!!)

WORD COUNT! 4.1k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! consummation of alcohol, lovesick mattheo, fluff, angst, a lot of my hcs for mattheo’s past (i wrote him the way i see him), lmk if i missed smth !!

NOTES! this is purely my view on mattheo’s character bc the hc i wrote suit him sm 😿😿 reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated <3

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

ONCE A MAN FALLS IN LOVE, he finds himself drawn to not just the physical beauty of his muse, but for the essence of who the person truly is - their quirks, intelligence, kindness, and their unique way of seeing the world. Every interaction, every shared experience, every memory he brings, adds another layer to his adoration towards the love of his life.

His love for them is evident in the little things - the way he watches them when they aren't looking, the small gestures of thoughtfulness, the silent support during their dark moments of life. It's in the way he listens, truly listens, to the hopes and dreams, fears and frustrations, always eager to offer his thoughts and ideas. This love manifests in his desire to be their anchor in times of storm, their cheerleader in moments of triumph, and their person in all the in-betweens. It is a love that values their independence and individuality, recognizing that they are their own person with their own journey, and yet, he longs to be a part of that journey, to walk alongside them and share in their joys and sorrows of life.

Mattheo Riddle was no different.

He marvels at your kindness, your sweetness, and the light you bring into his life. You are his muse, his inspiration, a spark of the goodness that stands in stark contrast to his own perceived flaws and insecurities he feels deep inside himself. He sees you as an angel, a pure and radiant being who somehow chose to share your life with him, despite his own imperfections and inner demons.

He sees you as an angel in a human form, who chose to live among the devils, just so he could feel the heavenly touch for the first and last time in all eternity.

He often wonders how he, with all his rough edges, hidden scars, and a past life without a happy memory, could be worthy of your love. He feels like a monster, haunted by past mistakes and burdened by the weight of his own fears and failings. You, on the other hand, are everything he aspires to be - kind, compassionate, and endlessly forgiving. Your presence in his life is a constant reminder of the beauty and grace that he lacks, and yet, your love makes him strive to be better, to rise above his darkness and become someone worthy of your affection.

In his heart, he knows that your love is transforming him, helping him to heal and grow. Your existence is a light that dispels his inner darkness, a reminder for him to cherish that even monsters like him can be loved. He clings to this, that your love is making him a better man, one day at a time.

01. THE PARTY

The Slytherin common room was full of shadows and flickering lights, transformed into a wild moment of freedom for the night. The music, a thundering beat that echoed off the stone walls, could be heard from miles away, yet no professor or ghost visited the common room to cancel the party. It was as if the ancient castle itself had granted this one night of freedom to its most cunning and ambitious students. The rhythmic thrum of bass notes and the infectious melody of the latest wizarding hits filled the air, blending with the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses.

Bodies moved in a hypnotic dance, swaying in sync with the music. The students had discarded their usual aloof demeanors and uniforms, lost in the euphoria and joy of the moment. Green and silver decorations adorned every surface, shimmering under the enchanted lights that hung from the ceiling like glowing jewels. Laughter rang out, high and clear, mingling with the deep, resonant hum of conversation.

In one corner, a group of seventh years huddled together, their heads bent close in a whisper, before erupting into loud laughter. Nearby, a couple twirled around each other, their bodies intertwining like dark waves, eyes locked in their private world amidst the chaos around them. The fireplace, usually a place of quiet contemplation, was now surrounded by students perched on its stone ledge, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the night and alcohol.

Long tables filled with food and drink stretched along one wall, bearing the weight of a feast other students could be jealous of. Platters of magical meals, charmed to stay warm, smelled of aromas that mingled with the scent of butterbeer and stronger beverages. Bottles of firewhisky and elf-made wine were passed from hand to hand, each sip fueling the atmosphere more and more as drunken the students got. The alcohol flowed freely, loosening tongues, transforming even the shyest students into party animals of the night.

The Slytherin common room had never felt so alive. Tonight, they were not just the students of Hogwarts; they were a family, united by their house and their understanding of what it meant to be a Slytherin.

Mattheo Riddle was one of those students who were enjoying themselves tonight. His breathing features were illuminated by the green lights as he leaned casually against a stone wall, a cup of firewhisky filled to the brim in his hand. The amber liquid sloshed perilously close to the edge with each of his slowed gestures, but Mattheo seemed unconcerned, clearly lost in the haze of alcohol. His dark curls, usually styled in the way that made uncountable amount of girls fall on their knees, now fell loose around his face as you watched from a close distance.

He was engaged in a drunken conversation with Theodore Nott, whose tall, lanky frame was the opposite to Mattheo's more athletic build. Theo's typically serious demeanor had softened, his features relaxed into a rare, genuine smile as he listened to Mattheo's ramblings with a giggle threatening to spill out from his lips. The two of them, often seen together, now looked like true brothers. It was almost scary how much they resembled family when they were drunk.

Mattheo's voice, rich and slightly slurred, carried over the music as he recounted a particularly outrageous story from his recent fight. Theodore threw his head back and laughed. It was clear to anyone how close those two boys were, drunk or sober.

"Can you believe he actually thought I was serious?" Mattheo snickered with a big grin stretching across his face, taking a swig from his cup, the whiskey burning a warm path down his throat. "I mean, I barely managed to keep a straight face!"

Theodore laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a menace, Riddle. One of these days, you're going to get expelled."

"Ah, but tonight isn't that night, mate," Mattheo replied with a slow wink, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To living dangerously and laughing in the face of consequences!"

They clinked their cups together, the sound barely audible over the throbbing beat of the music and you thought now was the best time to approach your boyfriend. 

Mattheo's brown irises scanned the crowd, catching a look of you as you pushed your way through the crowd of dancing bodies. The sight of you instantly brightened his expression and a genuine smile spread across his face. He felt a rush of emotions that the whiskey in his hand only intensified, each beat of his heart echoing with the certainty that what he held for you was pure love. The Slytherin straightened up, his posture shifting from the casual slouch of a carefree boy to the attentive stance of a man. Theodore noticed the change and a knowing smirk made its appearance on his lips as he stepped aside, giving the two of you a moment of privacy. 

"[Name]," your boyfriend called out, his voice full of warmth. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you came closer. "There you are, love."

You beamed up at him, your eyes reflecting the party's enchanted lights, making them look like twin stars. "Having fun, are we?" you teased and the tone of your voice carried a playful match that always managed to make his heart skip a beat. 

"Only now that you're here," he replied. The world around you seemed to blur as he gazed down at you, all the noise and chaos fading into the background. "You make everything better."

Drunk on both the whiskey and his overwhelming affection, the boy's usual reservations melted away. He held you close, his hands resting on your waist as if anchoring himself to your presence. When he was sober or feeling down at heart, his love for you was often hidden beneath layers of stoicism and insecurity, but now, in this moment of happy drunkenness, it shone through. 

He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips, enjoying the sweetness of the contact. "I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't deserve you, but I'm going to spend every day trying to be worthy of your love."

 “You have no idea what you mean to me. I look at you and . . . it’s like you’re the sun and I’m just a planet orbiting around you, soaking up your light,” he continued without a break. The boy wanted to get every one of his words out as fast as humanly possible. To show you his hidden feelings he wasn't able to tell you before. “You’re my everything, [Name]. I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re so kind, so . . . good. And me? I’m just . . . I’m a mess, you know? A monster sometimes.” 

You shook your head lightly and took his hands into your own, enveloping him with your warmth. He was starting to get emotional, and you didn't need to have your boyfriend drunkenly mopping around. His mood changed like weather when alcohol got involved. “You’re not a monster, Mattheo. You’re human. We all have our demons.”

“But you,” he didn't allow you to finish your sentence before he spoke up again, his voice raw with sincerity, “you make me want to be better. For you. I see you, and I just want to be the man you deserve. I’m not always good at it, but I try. I try because you’re worth it.” 

You could see the glazed look in his eyes as he swayed slightly on the spot. He was rough around the edges, you couldn't deny the truth, but he was the sweetest boy when he managed to fall in love. Which wasn't exactly difficult, Mattheo fell in love easily. But when he did, it was worth everything. Mattheo was your sweet boy. “Love,” you said softly to him, your voice filled with gentle concern to the brim, “you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Maybe it’s time to slow down a little, okay?”

Mattheo blinked, giving you a lopsided grin, his expression a mix of boyish charm and pure happiness. “But I’m fine, [nickname]. I feel great. Better than great, actually. With you here, everything’s perfect.”

“I know you’re having a good time, but I don’t want you to feel terrible tomorrow. Let’s take a break from the firewhisky for now, alright?”

He pouted slightly, his shoulders slumping as he realized you were actually serious. “You’re probably right,” he admitted, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “But only because you’re asking me.” You chuckled softly at his behavior, threading your fingers through his and gently leading him away from the dancing crowd. You navigated through the common room, moving towards a quieter corner of the space where a plush couch sat, inviting you both in with open arms. The room’s enchantments cast soft shadows on the walls, the flickering lights creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Here, sit down,” you instructed as you guided him to sit on the couch. Mattheo obeyed, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh. You sat beside him, your hand never leaving his. You took the half-empty cup of whiskey from his hold, reaching for a glass of water on the table nearby instead and handing it to him. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

Mattheo took the glass, his fingers brushing against yours as he did. He took a long sip, the cool water a welcome relief from the heat of the alcohol he consumed. “You really do take good care of me, don’t you?” he murmured, his head resting against the back of the couch as he looked at you with a mixture of admiration and exhaustion.

“Someone has to,” you replied playfully, brushing a stray curl of hair from his forehead. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else to have the job.”

As the night wore on, Mattheo felt a warmth spreading through him that was only partly due to the whiskey. It was the warmth of belonging, of being surrounded by friends who understood and accepted him, flaws and all. Despite his often rough exterior, he was deeply grateful for these moments, these stolen hours of joy in the corners of the Slytherin common room.

02 - THE MARK

The past has a profound power to shape a man, especially when that past is influenced by suffering at the hands of a father. 

For Mattheo Riddle, his family history was the darkest shadow of all the shadows that clung to him, a reminder of the pain and fear that had molded his entire life. Raised in a home devoid of warmth, where love was a foreign concept and cruelty was a daily reality, Mattheo had learned to build tall and thick walls around his heart. A shield to protect him from more hurt that would come his way. 

The orphanage was a harsh place, stripped of the luxuries the boy had unknowingly been born into. It was a world of strict discipline and a poor form of affection. The caretakers, overwhelmed and underfunded, had little patience for a child with such a notorious legacy. Mattheo grew up under the weight of whispers and sideways glances, the infamous name "Riddle" ensuring he was never just another child. The women of the orphanage knew his father, having taken care of him when he was around the same age as his son. What a wicked child Tom was. Mattheo was different because of that, marked, and this awareness shaped his formative years in ways he could barely comprehend.

As he grew older, the whispers about his family name became more pronounced. The children at the orphanage were cruel. “Monster,” they called him, creating the very fears that nested within his own heart. He began to internalize these taunts, seeing himself through the lens of his father's sins. The idea that he could be worthy of love seemed more and more distant, more of a fantasy that had no place in his reality. But the same idea of letting someone see past his defenses, of allowing someone to love him despite his flaws, seemed not only impossible but dangerous. For how could anyone love a monster, especially one crafted by his own father?

Despite this, Mattheo yearned for something more. He longed for the kind of love he had never known, a love that was gentle and kind, that saw past his scars and accepted him for who he was. But every time he felt himself getting close to someone, the fear surged up, a wave of doubt and self-loathing washed over him and forced him to retreat behind his walls again. It was a never-ending cycle.

Hogwarts had saved him. 

Mattheo Riddle’s first steps into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were met with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and apprehension. For the other students, he was a figure of whispered rumors, his infamous last name carrying with it a weight of fear and fascination. They had heard the stories of his father’s dark acts, of the legacy that haunted the halls of the castle like a ghost. But for Mattheo himself, Hogwarts represented a new beginning, a chance to escape the personal hell he called the orphanage and create his own path. The boy was no longer just another orphan. Here, he could be anything he wanted to be.

He wasn't deaf. The young boy could feel the weight of his father’s name bearing down on him like an invisible burden. And he wasn't blind either. He saw the way the other students looked at him, their eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and suspicion. They didn’t openly taunt him as the children in the orphanage had done, but he could sense the whispers and the wary glances that followed him wherever he went. For Mattheo, however, their fear was a source of power. He reveled in the attention, in the way his presence commanded respect, even if it was tinged with fear. He was finally someone. 

He excelled in his classes, his natural talent and restless ambition setting him apart from his peers. But it was on the Quidditch pitch that Mattheo truly came into his own. Flying high above the castle grounds, he felt a sense of freedom unlike anything he had ever known. With every twist and turn of his broomstick, he left behind the weight of his past and embraced the thrill of the present, making him feel like a bird. 

Six years had passed since Mattheo Riddle first walked through the grand doors of Hogwarts, a hopeful and determined young wizard with dreams of greatness he was so sure he'd achieve. But now, as he entered his sixth year at the renowned school of magic, the world around him had shifted irrevocably. The return of Lord Voldemort two years prior had plunged the wizarding world into chaos, and with it, Mattheo’s life had been destroyed once again.

Even among his fellow Slytherins, Mattheo felt like an outsider, a traitor to his own house and everything it stood for. He had once prided himself on his ambition and cunning, on his unwavering determination to succeed at any cost. But it didn't matter anymore. 

Mattheo sat alone in the quiet atmosphere of the Astronomy Tower, his gaze fixed on the night sky that sparkled with millions of stars. Each twinkling light seemed to mock him, making fun of the darkness that now stained his soul even more than before. His fingers gripped the sleeve of his jacket tightly, as if seeking some comfort in the fabric, but finding none.  

 On his left forearm, the Dark Mark burned like a brand upon his skin. It was a mark of shame, of betrayal, and every time he looked upon it, he felt a sickening sense of disgust and self-loathing. He had thought that by aligning himself with the Dark Lord, his father, he would finally be able to escape the shadows of his past, to prove himself worthy of the name Riddle and his father's presence. But now, he realized that he had only succeeded in plunging himself deeper into the deep hole. Even the orphanage was better than this. 

The footsteps behind him shattered the sweet silence, echoing off the stone walls of the tower. Mattheo tensed, his heart racing as he turned to face the intruder, steeling himself for whatever judgment or punishment awaited him. But as he turned, he was met not with the accusing glare of Filch or the triumphant sneer of a rival, but with the concerned gaze of a familiar face. It was you, with your eyes filled with worry as you approached him slowly, as if he'd disappear if you were a bit louder. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Are you alright?”

No, he wasn't alright. But he would be caught dead sooner than having you worry about him like that and more. 

He forced a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask the emotions raging within him. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining the facade. “Just . . . thinking.”

You stepped closer, taking a seat on the ground beside him. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Mattheo. I know something’s been troubling you lately. You can talk to me.”

You were his angel, full of that purity and light he adored about you in a world darkened by his own sins. He longed to confide in you, to unburden himself of the guilt and shame that had consumed him since he had received the Dark Mark. But the fear of your rejection, of you seeing him for the monster he believed himself to be, held him back. It would shatter his heart, to see the pained expression on your face. 

“I . . .” he began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words, "there's something I need to show you." With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Mattheo finally mustered the courage to reveal the truth to you. For months, he had carried the burden of the dark secret alone, pushing you out and shutting you down in an attempt to shield and protect you from the darkness that was his father. But now, as he sat before you, his heart and his soul laid bare, he knew that he could no longer hide from the truth. The boy reached for the sleeve of his jacket, his fingers fumbling as he pushed the fabric up to reveal the twisted lines of the Dark Mark etched upon his skin. The sight of it made him recoil, a wave of shame washing over him as he exposed his deepest, darkest secret to the one person he had sworn to protect.

Your eyes widened in shock as you took in the mark, your palm flying to your mouth in disbelief. For a long moment, there was silence between the two of you, broken only by the sound of your shallow breathing and the distant hum of the night owls. 

“I received this a few weeks ago," Mattheo confessed, his eyes avoiding yours. "When he decided I was good enough for him."

He felt your gaze on him, eyes searching his face for answers. He could see the confusion and concern written in your expression, but beneath it all, he saw something else - a flicker of understanding and acceptance that filled him with both hope and fear. How can someone be so good to someone like him? "I've been living with the Malfoys ever since," he continued, the words tumbling out in a rush as he struggled to explain himself. "But it's not what you think, [Name]. I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a part of his plans, to be branded as one of his followers. But I had no choice. He made me do it."   

Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke, and he felt a desperate plea for forgiveness in his chest. He needed you to understand, to see past the mistakes that consumed him and into the depths of his soul where his love for you burned bright and true. The thought of losing you hurt him more than the Cruciatus curse ever could. 

“Forgive me. For shutting you out, for pushing you away. I was scared, I was ashamed . . . but I can't bear to keep this secret from you any longer. You deserve to know the truth, even if it means losing you forever." 

Your heart swelled with a bittersweet mixture of sorrow as you gazed upon Mattheo, your sweet boy, sitting there before you with tears in his eyes and the weight of the world upon his shoulders. In that moment, all you wanted was to wrap him in your arms and shield him from the pain and darkness that threatened to consume him. With shaky hands, you reached out to him, fingers brushing against the mark of his father's followers etched upon his skin. The sight of it filled you with a fit of fierce anger, but beneath it all, you saw the boy you so dearly loved - a boy who had been shaped by his past but who was so much more than the picture of his scars. 

"Love," you whispered into the dark, taking his face into your hands and wiping away those tears that managed to escape his control, "there's nothing to forgive. Nothing in this world could ever tear us apart, not even your father or that mark."

In that moment, Mattheo knew that he would do anything for you, that he would move heaven and earth to ensure your happiness and safety. You were his light in the darkness, his angel in a world filled with demons, and he would cherish that for the time being his heart swelled at the thought of you. You were simply too sweet for him and you knew that Mattheo’s struggles were far from over, but for tonight, that was enough.

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[vampirememory]

pick a pile || random things about your future spouse

welcome to my newest pick a pile reading! this reading is some random things about your future spouse/partner, although it can be your next relationship or current relationship if it resonates.

this time, images are inspired by vultures~! images are not mine.

masterlist

decks being used:

The Dark Mansion Tarot by Taroteca Studio

Pile 1

Hi pile 1! As I shuffle the cards, I'm feeling quite stubborn energy, the cards were pretty straightforward, and I feel that your future spouse is as well. I heard fixed? They might have some fixed signs in their chart, although I am not keen on astrology. I feel like they're absolutely in love with you! When I saw the first card I went "aww" since the imagery on the four of wands in this deck is so cute and romantic. I feel like they've went through some troubles in their life and they never had expected to be in a loving relationship. The relationships in their family may have been bad and they simply just expected to fall back into the same cycle, but they're so glad that they broke the chain and found you <3. They might have a lot of struggles, they might struggle with depression or something sleep-related like sleep paralysis but they're working through it and they wouldn't let you be affected by it (I'm getting that they don't let people see their struggles? Make sure to check in on them sometimes pile one, they don't open up easily but they'll appreciate your presence). I get a big underlying presence of sadness.

You are their world. You guys may eventually move out from where you are and it'll bring you a lot of abundance, you both will be very happy in the end I'm seeing. They might also be from another country or very well-traveled and they can't wait to share that experience with you.

They might be wearing red when you first meet them or their favorite color is red. Appearance-wise, they might dress very classically and they look well put together. They might thrift for their outfits? Cool, we love someone sustainable! Although I'm feeling it's more that they struggle to find clothes that match them in normal stores. They might be a little bit more eccentric but classy. They might have hair that's light brown or a dirty blonde to reddish, and I'm picking up on freckles and/or moles as well. Also, blue eyes might resonate.

4 might be an important number by the way.

Pile 2

What's up pile 2! I'm feeling super pumped for this reading! Your future spouse seems to be quite radical, quite the positive thinker and your definite cheerleader! If you don't like positive people, you might change your mind with this person because they'll truly make your heart flutter <3. While I was shuffling, I couldn't help but sing! But I feel like this super cute and lovely aura hides something...darker? Not in a bad way, but they might be more serious than you expect them to be!

I'm getting like, positively aggressive? They want to kill the world with kindness and nothing is going to stop them. They're very family oriented and love their family and friends, I'm seeing a very good relationship here with both. They'll do anything for the people they care about, even running someone over with a car!!! To be clear, the imagery I got in my head was some sort of zombie apocalypse where they're driving their friends through a crowd of zombies or something...they might be a SciFi fan lol.

Don't expect them to cut off their family or friends for you though, they love them greatly. They may still be in good ties with their exes or something like that, they're a hard person to hate! But don't expect them to be a pushover. If someone treats them or their friends badly, they will CUT! THEM! OUT! You might hate them at first and then realize that they're actually not that bad. They're a very just person and value fairness to a T.

If you know anything about MBTI, it's giving ENTJ and ENFJ.

Despite always servicing and helping others, they really do love you. Sometimes they need to be dragged back to you or back to home but they're really not trying to hurt you, just let them know what you need!! They might really wear themselves out but for you, you are their rock and place of healing. They love being around you when the world is too much for them to bear because they feel like you'll always be there for them. Remember your boundaries though pile 2, communication is super important. They're hopeless romantics though, they really love you they just don't always have the time to give you everything but they want to give you the world and they hope that if they aren't enough to be your partner then they hope to be enough as friends... aww :,(. They may have had this pattern before but it's just their nature to help people. You might help them with setting better boundaries and not letting themselves get to their breaking point.

Appearance-wise, they may have dark hair (brown to black) with possibly tanned skin. They might be taller, they may have a v in their name, they like apples :)?

Pile 3

hii pile 3 uwu <3

Not sure why I felt like I needed to say it that way, they might talk to you that way as a joke? Both of you sending cute emojis and stuff back in forth and saying "nya" and "uwu" shit as jokes, ya'll are funny lol... it's giving the energy of that one couple who is constantly on each other in middle school, everyone hates them because they're head over heels for each other. The couple post that people post comments of "aww how cute *jumps off a bridge" and shit like that. Sorry, not sure why I keep swearing in this one, seems like two different energies here. That might be how they actually are, they might swear a lot.

Ooooo they're sneakyyyy. I thought I felt ENTP (mbti) vibes at the beginning, you might be stuck with an ENTP or someone just hella sarcastic and funny. Anyways with the sneaky part, they're not sneaky in a bad way, they just always keep you on your toes. They might scare you/play a prank on you randomly one day and then come home with a kitten the next, I have a feeling you guys really like cats for some reason. They're gonna steal your heart (and you're gonna like it >:((), they really like you and you really like them. A stupid (affectionately) match made in heaven. They're an inventor, a thinker, always coming up with new and innovative ideas. You really aspire to be like them, they might be the top of your class or something and you have no idea that they like you. But the are EYEING U UP, READY TO STRIKE !!! Your night in shining armor, your best friend <333 if anyone tries to hurt you they'll beat them up immediately (or go cower in a corner and tell you to fight them yourself... smdh they think they're funny). Also they might be an Aries? Or a Capricorn, I see a ram/goat like creature here, maybe you guys go and do goat yoga or something.

Appearance, they may have long dark hair, facial hair maybe, they like wearing dark colors. I feel like you call them emo as a joke, something like that but they're not and they're just dark or something. Might have a mischievous look to them, they might also be very generous. i also got that they might be a politician uh... they might do underhanded things??? watch out if this is for you LOL don't get involved in dirty shit 🤨. People might think they're a drug dealer???? Is this person playing with me 🤨?? real funny guy.

Pile 4

Greetings, my lovely final pile! This person is giving me very regal vibes, they might be very careful with their words but they always have a lot to say!

They might live by the water, they love ponds. They might be an environmentalist or activist or zoologist. They find comfort in the stillness of the water and the balance of life (woah?), very deep person. You also won't find them in shallow water, both literally and figuratively. They do their shadow work, always improving themselves and their well being. Their body reflects upon the rest of the world so they take great responsibility in being careful with how they express themselves.

This is a vey diferent energy than the last pile for sure. They pull their weight (accidentally typed eight if that resonates), they're an important member of society and they take that very seriously. They might work in construction or some public services area, they are important to their community and they put in a lot of work to make a difference. They may not have a high-paying job but their character reflects more on the people around them, they might be people's favorite person, someone that people absolutely adore. They might be an immigrant, they worked extremely hard to get to where they are and they don't take anything for granted. They have everything they want in life because they put in the work for it. The people in this pile might be older or your fs might be older, they feel very calm and mature <3. You might meet them when you are older also, maybe you were married before and this is a remarriage, take what resonates.

They definitely see the fruits of their labor or will see it soon. If you're looking for someone safe and stable, they are yours. Appearance-wise, lots of grey hair or black hair in these cards. They may have really long hair. Facial hair is also on the cards. and they might have really pale skin, almost ghostly. They may not tan? 🤷🏽

No doubt though, they do love you. They might be initially hesitant to let you in and share their abundance but they'll be glad to let you in once they know that they can trust you. They want to spoil you, they've been waiting their whole lives for someone who they can trust <3.

Finished~

Thank you for reading! Once again if it doesn't resonate, let it go <3 This was a lot longer than my previous reading, and if you'd like to leave a tip or if you'd like to purchase a personal reading (pay what you want), feel free to contact me! Thank you so much once again <3

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Strictly Diplomatic - Final Fantasy XV

Written for Zibe Time Vol. 4, Hot Mess Express. You can download it (and all previous zines) right here, completely for free. The zines are multifandom and anything goes (warnings are provided if applicable). There's a whole bunch of different fandoms in there, so do check it out, it once again turned out great <3

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Ignis Scientia Word count: 4.4k Summary:

“I have not… asked him yet,” Ravus admits. There are other things he would like to say, none of which being appropriate to say to the leader of a country with which one is maintaining diplomatic relationships. “He does not know I have an… interest in him.” “Oh,” Noctis says. He looks mere seconds away from laughing at him again. “Okay. Start with that, then. Tell Ignis first, and then you can figure everything else out together.” It sounds embarrassingly simple when put that way. It is anything but, of course, but when laid out like this, it does not seem like a task quite as daunting as Ravus has envisioned it to be. It sounds like Noctis believes there is a chance that Ignis will not outright reject him, which is more than he hoped for when the King started laughing.

Ravus has been sitting on his feelings for Ignis for ten years. He decides it's finally time to do something about them.

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Ravus strides down the hallway towards the throne room with purpose. By now, he is familiar enough with the building that he no longer requires an escort. And besides, today, he is here not on a diplomatic mission but a personal one.

If Noctis is surprised to see him, it doesn’t show on his face, though his eyes glint with curiosity when Ravus comes to stand in front of him. Amicitia stands guard at his side, watching him with a similar sort of interest.

Their eyes on him do nothing to ease the tension in Ravus’ shoulders.

He’s loath to admit it, but he has been plagued by nerves all morning. Around the young king, he feels out of his depth, not yet freed from the guilt over all the grief he’s caused the man nor familiar enough with him to be at ease in his presence.

“Your Majesty,” he starts, and immediately corrects himself, choosing the more appropriate way of address for the matter at hand. “Noctis.”

The King’s eyebrows rise. “Ravus.”

Ravus straightens himself and looks Noctis in the eyes, determined to see this through the proper way.

“Noctis,” he repeats. “I stand before you today not as a Son of Tenebrae, not as a delegate of the Queen, but as a man who wishes to discuss a personal matter with you.”

Noctis nods. “Of course. Alone?”

“Please.”

Noctis signals to Amicitia, who nods in return and vanishes quietly. 

Ravus does not miss the way he looks at him as he passes. He has no doubts that his audience will later be discussed at length with the King’s most trusted.

Well, let them discuss. If he were ashamed, he would not be standing here right now.

“During the past ten years, I have had the fortune of forging a great many bonds with people from your kingdom, bonds I value greatly,” he starts. 

The words, rehearsed as they are, come to him easily and sincerely. They are, after all, nothing but the truth.

The next part is no less true, but it takes considerably more effort.

“However, there is no one I value quite as dearly as your advisor, Ignis Scientia. He has become a precious friend to me. One to lean on in times of need and one I will gladly do the same for, shall he require it.”

Noctis watches him with startling intensity, his face betraying nothing. 

The image of a quiet, round-cheeked child in a too-large wheelchair springs to Ravus’ mind. For years, that image has haunted his memory, convinced that his sister was dying for this small, powerless child and it would all be for naught. 

Looking at Noctis now, the thoughts he used to have fill him with shame and it takes everything to hold the King’s gaze.

“In Tenebrae, it is tradition for a man to stand before the mother of the one whose hand he chooses and ask her permission. But given that Ignis has no family left, I stand before you instead, Noctis, who are as close as a brother to him.”

Once, during a starlit night in the safety of a haven, Ignis told him of the uncle who had raised him, dearly beloved and long gone. He did not mention his parents at all, and that told Ravus all he needed to know. It was then that he had resolved to wait however long it took Noctis to emerge from the Crystal, the person who came closest to being family to Ignis.

Noctis stands, slowly descending the stairs. His golden knee brace clicks softly with every step until he comes to stand in front of Ravus.

The sudden proximity, while well-intended – Ravus has made it clear that he’s here on personal business, and Noctis is respecting his wish by speaking to him at eye level – only serves to make him more anxious.

“So you’re… what, asking me for Ignis’ hand?” Noctis asks. The corner of his mouth twitches.

“Not in marriage!” Ravus hurries to clarify, then backtracks when the implication of his words registers – Ignis, a mere affair, not worthy of marriage – and adds, “Not yet, that is, perhaps never unless he wishes to– I simply– for the moment, I only wish to court him.”

A few agonising seconds tick by, and then Noctis says sternly, “Well, then you should ask Prompto and Gladio too. They’re as much his brothers as I am.”

Only years and years of practice prevent Ravus’ expression from crumbling. 

Of course – Amicitia and Argentum are as close to Ignis as anyone could be, yet it hasn’t even occurred to him that they, too should be asked.

Argentum, he imagines, would be easier. It is in no small part thanks to Argentum that Ravus wears a new, scourge-free prosthetic arm, and he gets along decently with the man. Certainly, he could be reasoned with.

Amicitia, however. 

He and Ravus have long since buried the hatchet and are on fairly amicable terms these days, but their interactions, with very few exceptions, have been strictly business. And Ravus has once visited Lestallum with particularly ill timing, arriving just in time to bear witness to Amicitia questioning an unsuspecting young woman on her intentions with his sister. That is, until said sister struck him up the head and told him in no uncertain terms to stay out of her love life.

His face must give something away despite his best efforts, for Noctis’ serious expression breaks and he – laughs.

Ravus searches for words but comes up empty. Perhaps he has not quite thought this through, but to laugh at him feels needlessly cruel – perhaps he has misjudged the King after all.

“Sorry, sorry,” Noctis wheezes, struggling to contain his laughter. When he speaks again, a playful smile remains on his lips. “That was a joke, sorry, that was mean. It’s just, you don’t need my permission to date Ignis, you know. That’s his decision and his alone. If he wants to be with you, he should.”

“I have not… asked him yet,” Ravus admits. There are other things he would like to say, none of which being appropriate to say to the leader of a country with which one is maintaining diplomatic relationships. “He does not know I have an… interest in him.”

“Oh,” Noctis says. He looks mere seconds away from laughing at him again. “Okay. Start with that, then. Tell Ignis first, and then you can figure everything else out together.”

It sounds embarrassingly simple when put that way. It is anything but, of course, but when laid out like this, it does not seem like a task quite as daunting as Ravus has envisioned it to be. It sounds like Noctis believes there is a chance that Ignis will not outright reject him, which is more than he hoped for when the King started laughing.  

Ravus nods and bows stiffly. “I will. Thank you for your time.”

He’s halfway to the door when Noctis calls his name. Caught by surprise, he turns to face the King once again.

“I didn’t mean to dismiss Tenebrae’s traditions like that or make fun of you. You don’t need my permission to date Ignis, or anyone else’s except his, but you do have my blessing. All I ever wanted for him was to be happy, and I think you two would be good for each other.”

Startled by the sudden sincerity in Noctis’ voice, Ravus’ words fail him once more. Noctis has seen right through him, has seen how much his approval means to Ravus, and has given it freely and without hesitation.

“Thank you, Noctis,” he answers finally. “Your blessing means more to me than I can say.”

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[venusiancharisma]

hello! i hope you're doing well. <3

if you're doing venus nakshatra interpretations, may i please know your thoughts on anuradha pada 3?

thank you so much. <3

Appearance: With Venus in Anuradha pada 3, you are likely to have a charming and attractive appearance. Anuradha is associated with the goddess of abundance and prosperity, Radha, and is known for bestowing beauty and grace upon those born under its influence. Some key characteristics of your appearance may include:

Soft and gentle facial features, with a warm and inviting smile

Expressive and captivating eyes that can convey a range of emotions

A well-proportioned and graceful figure, with a tendency to maintain a healthy and attractive physique

A preference for elegant and refined clothing and accessories, with a natural sense of style and beauty

You may find that your appearance and demeanor have a soothing and calming effect on others, and that people are naturally drawn to your warm and gentle presence.

Love Life: In terms of love and relationships, Venus in Anuradha pada 3 suggests that you are a loving and devoted partner. You value harmony, compassion, and mutual understanding in your relationships. Some key characteristics of your love life may include:

A desire for a partner who is kind, gentle, and emotionally supportive

A romantic and idealistic approach to love, with a tendency to prioritize your partner's happiness and well-being

A strong sense of loyalty and commitment, with a willingness to make sacrifices for the sake of your relationship

A deep appreciation for emotional and physical intimacy, with a desire to create a loving and nurturing home environment

However, you may also face some challenges in your love life, such as:

A tendency to avoid confrontation or conflict, which can sometimes lead to unresolved issues or resentment in your relationships

A need for constant reassurance and validation from your partner, which can sometimes be emotionally draining or overwhelming

A tendency to prioritize your partner's needs and desires over your own, which can lead to feelings of neglect or self-sacrifice

Female Celebrity Look-a-likes: Some female celebrities who may share similar physical characteristics to those with Venus in Anuradha pada 3 include:

Natalie Portman - American actress known for her delicate features, expressive eyes, and graceful demeanor

Emma Watson - British actress known for her classic beauty, intelligent persona, and refined style

Anne Hathaway - American actress known for her warm smile, expressive eyes, and natural elegance

Zooey Deschanel - American actress and singer known for her quirky charm, expressive eyes, and vintage-inspired style

Audrey Hepburn - British actress and humanitarian known for her timeless beauty, graceful demeanor, and compassionate nature

Keep in mind that while these celebrities may share some physical similarities with those who have Venus in Anuradha pada 3, individual appearance can vary greatly based on other factors in the birth chart and personal genetics.

In conclusion, with Venus in Anuradha pada 3, you are likely to have a charming and attractive appearance, with a warm and inviting presence. In love and relationships, you value harmony, compassion, and emotional connection, but may also face some challenges related to conflict avoidance and self-sacrifice. By embracing your natural beauty and relationship strengths, while also working on any potential challenges, you can cultivate a loving and fulfilling partnership.

[undonerhapsodize]

Mask Off

Act 2 - Pt. 1 out of 3

DSMP C!Dream x g/n!reader, ft. Quackity TW: Generally triggering content: suspense, dread, horror, threats of violence, arguing, fluffy for half but it goes away quickly, not a happy ending Word Count: 7,233 Summary: You and Dream were together. Your cabin held the both of you nicely, away from the chaos of the SMP. Yet, the very roof seems to cave in when a certain visitor suddenly comes knocking on your door. What could he want?

Side Note: So my imagination decided to run a bit wild and now there’re parts 2 & 3 as well as act 1 in the works. Yup. I’ve given myself more work. Yet again. But listen it’ll be a while until I finish this act, nevermind the first one x-X. Just a heads up. Anyway, enjoy!! I had fun writing this :)))

The swinging of the wooden cabin door whined at the newcomer, complaining loudly at the disturbance. It announced the presence of the individual daring to use it, echoing throughout the house, not letting up for even a moment as he stepped through. It shut just as boldly, even with his attempt of easing it closed with a soft click. 

Not usually the type of person to state his arrival, Dream carried on without a word. He stepped through the foyer with practiced ease, navigating the semi cluttered area as best he could with an armful of firewood and his ax in the hand he wasn’t using. Taking care not to let the bundle of wood topple onto the ground, he sets the weapon down to lean against the counter, leaving it to rest. He stepped away from it, again side stepping around the room, not wanting to bump into any of the goods that lay on the small kitchen table or stumble down the stairwell, its opening laid against the farthest wall from the front door. 

Making his way to the fireplace, Dream could feel the heat intensify, even through the mask he wore on his face. It grew with each step, hotter and hotter, only for its change to become stagnant as he crouched in front of it. He took a moment to feel its warmth, to take in the comfort it provided as opposed to the chill of the autumn breeze. Though Dream was not a man to hold such sentiments to a high value, he gladly accepted the feeling as he began restocking the fire wood, placing it on the melt rack beside the fireplace for later use. Whatever was left over he chose to re-inflame the fire with, seeing the once lively, now smothering embers, in need of the fuel. Conscientious of the heat, he plied on more wood, poking around at the base of the fire with one of the longer, thicker sticks. It quickly caught fire, and began to build the flame back up to its former glory. Bingo

Dream continued to work as footsteps began to sound from the basement, leisurely ascending the stairs that lead up to the ground floor. Of course he heard it, his ears were as keen as ever. He wasn’t warry. He knew who they belonged to.

Eventually, the footsteps reached the top of the stairs. They stilled for a second, feeling the familiar presence behind him. But with nothing being said, he grew confused. Dream was about to turn to face them. Only, they spoke first. 

“Why hello to you,” they said. Their footsteps started up again, yet this time, to the kitchen.

The corner of his lip curled up in amusement. “Hello~.” He continued to stoke the fire.

“Now, why aren’t you using the fire iron?” They asked with an accusatory tone. There was a clamor made towards the backend of the cabin, one that Dream recognized as a box coming in contact with something hard: probably the floor based on the vibrations he felt. A ‘ping’ sounded just afterward: of glass hitting glass.

Dream shrugged, to no one but himself. “Cuz,” he spoke simply. “It’s pussy shit.” Another ‘ping’. “The fuck do you mean it’s pussy shit?” They spoke with the same tone, yet there was a small chuckle tacked on at the end of their sentence. “That’s it’s whole job.”

Dream threw what remained of the stick, which had at this point shortened greatly, into the fire. He was satisfied with how the fire now sprang back to life. “‘just don’t need it.”

He stood up, knees popping quietly. Shifting, Dream turned to face the person he was talking to. There they stood, just in front of the kitchen sink, an assortment of glass bottles inside a wooden box on the floor to their side . They spoke again, “Still,” a little softer this time, “you should use it. Give it more purpose.”

Dream smiled, if only a little. “Really?” He began to make his way over to them, maneuvering around the overflowing table once more. He passed over into the kitchen space just as they gave a ‘yea’ in confirmation. 

Dream slowed as he got closer, almost about to close the distance. “Well,” starting in a light tone. Gently, he stepped into them, snaking his arms around their midsection and tightening, holding his own arm in order to secure them in place. He continued, “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

At the response, you breathe out a laugh through your nose, though don’t say anything else. The atmosphere grows quiet for a couple seconds, save for the clinking glass bottle as you continue to work. Dream modestly stands, hugging you from behind as he drinks in the warmth you provided, chest pressed surely against your back. A very grounding thing beyond all else. Definitely for him.

It doesn’t take long for Dream to pier over your shoulder to gaze at what you were working on. Though it's obvious from the movements themselves, he asks anyway. “Whatcha workin on?”

“Getting these potions into their proper bottles,” You say. “I saw we were running out a couple days ago and decided to make some more.”

Dream let out a ‘hmm’, content with the answer. He dropped his head onto your shoulder. Angling his face into the area of your neck and the back of your head, he breathed you in. Or, as much as he could with the mask on his face. Though it only covered the upper portion of his face (mouth still visible), it obstructed a lot of his movement. But, luckily, not so much this.

He enjoyed the faint scent your hair gave off from this morning’s shampoo. It set him at ease when not many other things could. The feeling in his heart grew, reaching from the pits of his stomach to the tips of his ears. He closed his eyes at the emotion blooming within. You, on the same page, sighed in content. The clinking of the glass bottles continued.

He couldn’t help but untangle one of his arms from his embrace. He took it, raising it up to move the fabric of your hoodie away from the nap of your neck, clearing the area for him to access. He didn’t get a chance to.

You jumped, something akin to a flinch. Stopping all motion, Dream froze. He already had an apology ready to go, but before he could, he heard your laughter. 

“Haha… sorry, that spooked me. Also kinda tickles.”

Dream blinked, processing. A grin made its way onto his face, stretching from something passive, into something much more… cunning. “It what?”

You stopped. Hearing the tone in his voice was not a good sign. It wasn’t the sound of someone asking just an innocent question. “Uh, yeah?” You braced the edge of the kitchen sink, a bottle still in hand.

“Yeah?” he repeated, almost mockingly. The same hand had risen again, elbow bent, ready to strike.

Dread filled you at the realization. The missing arm. “Dream no-”

You barely could get another word in before the man in question pulled your hoodie back, starting his vicious attack. He dove in head first, literally. 

Relentlessly, he kissed, nipped, and tickled the area with skin-on-skin contact. His lips, along with the stubble of his upper lip and jaw, not doing you any favors. You burst out laughing against your will. 

He grinned borderline maliciously, happy to see his hunch had been right. And relentlessly, he laughed, abet muffled by your skin. Your reaction was far beyond calm. To put it plainly, you thrashed, trying to muscle out of Dream’s grip, but to no avail. Even with a single arm, he held you in place, refusing to let you go from his front until he’s had his fun. Shouts of protest rang throughout the house, as well as giggles of joy. Ones that fueled Dream’s rampage as he continued his onslaught. 

Though it didn’t last forever. 

The sound of glass shattering made Dream stop every movement. The sound of the shocked noise that left your throat made Dream unlatch himself to look over your shoulder and at your face. Your eyebrows were set downturned, yet your eyes were wide, fixated on whatever was in front of you. Dream turned a cheek to look at the scene, only to make the same face himself. His jaw even dropped, fully aghast at the sight.

There, in the bottom of the sink, was the remains of what used to be an invisibility potion, glass shattered and sitting on the metal. Though that wasn’t the best part, oh no. It was the fact that the concoction had splattered up, and onto your hands. Only making selective parts invisible. Not the whole hand, just dots.

Your hands were that of a dalmatians' coat, yet instead black, the bottom of the sink filled the space.

Expression frozen, Dream slowly turned his head to face you, wanting to get a read for your reaction. You just starred, and blinked. It was dead silent for a few seconds before you finally looked at him. You only had one thing to say.

“Bruh.”

Dream cracked.

Taking a step back, and letting go of your waist, he uses his arm to clutch his own stomach, letting out a wheeze of laughter at the mere sight of your hands. It apparently was the most hilarious thing to him. He slouches at the feeling of his stomach tightening at the exhilaration, shoulders turning into themselves. Eyes squinted, mouth agape, teeth showing, he let out buckets full of boyish, hearty laughter. He was tireless in his own humor. Even when that giggles stopped, he still pushed it out, squeezing out air from his lungs that sounded awfully almost like a kettle.

Meanwhile, you stood at the sink, arms crossed at the sight of Dream losing his shit over the sight over a fucked-up invis pot. Yes you thought it was funny. But was it that funny? Like, ‘laughing my ass off’ funny? No. That was just too much. Was it what you said? Maybe. You couldn’t know.

Dream continues to laugh as you turn back around to the sink, flipping on the sink to run the excess potion down the sink and wash your hands. “Just let me know when you’re done,” you call over your shoulder.

Dream runs a hand through his hair. He struggles to speak through his convulsing diaphragm, but muscles through anyway. “I-it…”

You turn your head, shutting off the water, “What?”

He tries again, giggling throughout. “I-It… they-y look la-like…”

You raise a brow. Already expecting something outta left field. You take the towel from the oven to palm your hands dry. “...What?”

He points weakly to your hands, chest expanding and shrinking with air. There, he makes an impeccable observation. He grins.

“Like… sw-iss cheEESEEeee…”

Once again the man doubles over, comically stumbling over to the fridge, using a free hand to lean against it in support. There, he confines himself, designating it as the resting place for his hackling.

You, at this point, can’t help but laugh with him. Leaning against the counter top, you chuckle softly, admitting that yes, they do kinda look like swiss cheese. 

It takes a good couple seconds for Dream to calm after that, the last of his enjoyment dying out at the push of his body from the fridge, and an adjustment of his posture. You don’t even have to ask before he’s opening said fridge, and pulling out the milk. It just stands as a reminder that even as distracted as possible, he’s still thinking ahead. Even for simple things.

“I can get that.” You said instinctively.

Dream brushes it off with a sarcastic comment, as per usual. “Oh really? I didn’t know.”

You roll your eyes, but say nothing. He continues his path, plucking an empty glass from the cupboard, filling it halfway with the milk, side-stepping to return the milk to the fridge, and approaching you with it. The grin he wears is still cheeky. Not surprising.

He stands before you once more, presenting the glass to you. You take it easily, not hesitating to drink, taking small sips. He lets his hand fall to his side. You look at him, and into the porcelain white of his mask. For anyone else, it might’ve been intimidating to stand in front of him. One so tall, mysterious, dangerous, as you’ve heard. Yet, you were not afraid. Maybe you should be. But you weren’t.

You think to continue the conversation. “I can’t believe you would laugh at my suffering.” You take another sip to allow him a chance to speak.

“I won’t call that suffering, love.” He says easily, gesturing down with his head at the now fading remains of the invisibility potion. “You weren’t hurt or anything.”

Tipping your head up you’re beginning to finish the glass. Swallowing, you go on. “True,” you admit. “Though I could’ve been.” Dream’s grin drops a little in confusion. You elaborate. “It could’ve been something bad, like a harming. I also made some of those.”

“Why’d you make those?” He can’t help but ask. You shrug. “Had the ingredients. Thought, ‘why not?’ Just in case.” Dream’s enjoyment finally fades at the admission: at the realization that that spill-up could’ve been a lot worse. That depending on what kind of potion it was, the evening could’ve turned into a particularly awful one. Dream frowned.

You were about to ask about the change in mood, before he took a step forward. He raised both hands, tenderly placing them on your biceps. His thumbs started to rub into your hoodie, comforting in its motion. Even through the fabric, you knew the reason for his hands was rather to have, than to hold. He angled his face up, above and to your hair. A sign for you to tilt your head down, which you did. What you weren’t expecting was the feather-light kiss to the crown of your head. It was as soft as the moon-light that peaked through the closed curtains from the window. You could’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention. There he held you, and spoke words you would cherish for years to come.

“I’m sorry. ‘Wasn’t careful.”

You’re confused. “I was kidding.”

He reports back, albeit softly. “I know you were.”

You pause for a mere moment to think, then it comes to you. Melting at the earnesty, you smile, chest warm. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t mean to.”

He continued to speak, protesting your attempt of comfort. “That’s the problem.”

Still, you shook your head, encased as it was. “You’re too hard on yourself.”

Dream chose not to respond. You didn’t make him.

Instead, you lightly tapped on his chest with the glass, which had been empty of milk for some time now. Chuckling at the way you chose to get his attention, Dream took the glass from you and side-stepped to the sink, going to wash it. He flicked on the sink.

You protested, “Ey-”

Dream interrupted you.. “Go sit down. I’ll join you after I clean this up.” He was referring to the broken glass still sitting at the bottom of the kitchen sink. 

You protested one more, “I can get th-”

Dream countered, biting back with his back still turned. “No. I got it. Now go sit down.”

You tried again, “Dream, I can-”

He turned around. He decided to kick a leg out, and lean against the counter, glass still in hand. He tilted his head down. If you could see his face, you could guess the kind of face he’s making at you right now. 

“Y/N.” He says with the patience he doesn’t have. “I’ve. Got. This. Please. Go still down.” He pauses once more, maybe to let the silence speak for itself. “Think of it like a favor.” You huff after a few solid seconds of a disconnected staring contest. “Fine,” you give in. Turning on your heel you make your way to the plaid coach sat by the fireplace. Before you get too far, you decide to call one last thing over your shoulder, “You’re impossible, you know.”

Dream audibly laughs, deep and true. “It is said to be one of my best qualities.” He pauses before adding. “As is yours.”

You huff again, though it ends in a chuckle you can’t hold back. You sit yourself down on the coach as he finishes his task. “Oh shush.”

The crackling of the fire’s flame filled the quiet of the cabin, as well as the sounds of heavy footfalls, and of clinking glass. From what you could tell, Dream made quick work of the clean-up, swiftly wiping down the counter of any remaining potion residue. The sound of a muffled slam made it known that he had finished, the disposable bin shutting for the last time that night.

From your position on the couch, you sat in your thoughts. Quietly. You tilted your head back until the back of your neck reached the curve of the cushion. You sighed out, letting your eyes flutter shut.

When you first found Dream, caked in dirt and grime, coated in both dried and fresh blood, he was in your barn. Hearing the alarming sounds of an intruder at one o’clock in the morning, you set out to investigate, seeking out whatever animal you thought had weaseled their way into the rickety old thing. What you did NOT expect to find, however, was the form of a tired, worn man on the brink of exhaustion. It was quite a sight if you were to be honest. The picture of what is probably the closest person to the antagonist of the Greater SMP, struggling to get himself to stand against you, hissing out insults and threats of violence all the while. It would be imprinted in your head for as long as you lived. It would remain in the same way as your first seated dinner with the villain after patching him up as he hunched over his bowl of soup, as would the time he threatened to kill you when you snuck up behind him by accident.

From the start of your relationship, you didn’t expect it to go far, either. Not at all. You knew what he was. He knew what you were. The both of you didn’t expect to change in the way that you had, to evolve in ways that went beyond your outstretched hand of empathy, or the soothing touch of the healing man you didn’t think he could possess. Yet, fate surprised you. He surprised you. It's predictable that way, unyielding in its course of amazement and the unanticipated. Even now, it baffled you. How could such a man, a man just as Dream, decide to share his company with you in the ways that he has. Ways even he probably thought himself incapable. 

You weren’t one to tempt fate. Not at this part, at least. Here, in your cabin, you were content to sit, and wait for him. You had the patience. You had the time.

Though not much.

A scuffled sound, of rubber against tile, alerted you to something you had not yet processed. You opened your eyes, craning your head up to look at the person in question. “Do you still have your boots on?”

Dream made a noise close to what a horse would make, except distantly human. “Yeah.” He patted his hands dry with the dish towel, just having finished washing them thoroughly.

Your face scrunches up in disgust. “Take them off.”

At that, the masked man openly chuckles, placing the dish rag back from whence it came, beginning to take steps closer and closer to where you sat relaxed on the couch. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re weird.” 

His mouth opens, agape with fake offense. “I am not weird.” He toes off his shoes at the front door, not bothering to set them up properly before padding closer with deathly quiet footsteps.

You almost make a face at the act, though you’re quickly distracted by the looming figure of Dream over the coach. A shadow could’ve casted over you. Your seated position only increased the height difference between the both of you. Mans is tall.

Yet, you are not afraid. “You kinda are.” You speak casually.

Dream scoffs, a smile visibly growing below the face, teeth showing. He’s a little more insistent this time as he takes a knee on the couch. He chooses not to lower himself. “I am not.”

You shrug. “You definitely are.”

Dream tilts his head. The whites of his canines peek out from his lips. He doesn’t move. Not a single inch. It makes you freeze as well. You go to say something else to get him to do something, but before you can, he pounces.

Leaning down and taking both his hands around your waist, he turns you sideways, nearly picking you up in the process. With an exaggerated grunt, Dream maneuvers you so your body faces longways down the couch. Rightfully caught off guard, you’re about to ask what the hell he’s doing. But before you can, Dream turns himself longways as well, and topples down, collapsing onto you with his weight. It effectively knocks the wind out of you, huffing out an “oof” at the impact. Dream laughs quietly all the while: a mix between a rumble and a chuckle. 

There he lays on you, turning his head to the side, ear pressed to your collarbone and arms sandwiched between you and the couch. He gets comfortable, shifting against you to find the best position to lay. He stills after a minute. Then, as the grand finally, Dream speaks, smoothly yet clear. “Well… I guess I am.”

The feigning of innocence gets a laugh out of you. You breathe out, shifting on your own to try to get comfortable. Well, as best as you can with a six foot, well built man on top of you. Like your body moved on its own, your arms came up to wrap securely around the back of Dream, hands running along the expanse of his shoulders as you do. He visibly shivers at the contact. You stop, cautious in your movements. 

Dream notices, and acts. He struggles to pull an arm from wherever it has wedged itself. He takes it, and twists his shoulder, maneuvering his hand to touch your own, which was held in the air, hovering over his back. Straining a little, he pushes it down, making contact with his back once more. He returns his arm, easily tucking it back into the space it had come from.

If he was phased by the touch, he didn’t show it, nor speak it. Smiling, your pride in him swells, and your apprehension leaves, just as quick as it came. Continuing, you tighten your arms, which find their resting place with ease. 

There they stay. And there, the both of you sink into one another, melting into the cushion of your furniture and the comfort each other gave. Its warmth was unrivaled by anything, going beyond normal heat and into the very personification of a glow. And my, what a cozy glow it was. Oh how lovely.

The rarity of the moment did not escape you. How foolish could you be, to forget who exactly, you held so closely? How dismissive could you act, to not?

Dream and you. Together. A recipe for disaster. That was certain.

Take a seesaw. On one end, the man sat. The other, you. The balance was level, despite it all. Your feet floated, a foot or so above the ground. His did as well. If you listened close enough, you could hear laughter, light and unburdened. You can hear a heartbeat, strong and resilient. You can hear silence, unseen and unbothered. You can hear it all.

That is, if you can hear it past the rumbling of the thunder, just a matter of miles away.

A storm was brewing. How would the seesaw take it? Could it withstand the pressure?

KNOCK KNOCK

Both you and Dream tensed immediately. The silence of the cabin suddenly became too much for the both of you. Dream whipped his head up to face you, a look of confusion and panic plastered all over it. You didn’t have to see it to know it was there. You gave the same look back, just as shocked as he was. 

At that unspoken agreement, a realization washed over the both of you.

You didn’t plan on having any guests over. You didn’t know anyone in the area who you were close enough to that could possibly come over at any random time. Especially at this time, when the night had just fallen upon the land, and the creatures of the world began to emerge from their slumber.

In that moment, the serenity had abruptly, and brutally been replaced with danger.

Wordlessly, Dream sat up, and rose from the couch. His eyes were trained on the door, never once leaving, even as you got up as well. “Invis.” You say quietly, looking at him with nervous eyes. “By the counter.” He nods once. Only once.

You make your way to the door, the sounds of your footfalls as bold as they could’ve been in the rigid atmosphere. Dream on the other hand, you can barely sense move into the kitchen behind you. He’s like a ghost in these kind of scenarios. Unseen and untouchable. 

Placing your hand on the door, you lean in, peering into the peep hole to get a glimpse of your unexpected visitor. Though no matter how brave you think you are, nothing prepares you for what you see on your front step, only accompanied by the darkness of the sky.

You’re horrified.

Slowly you turn around. Dream had picked up his ax, and was moving it, taking it from where it was to where he now places it: on top of the cabinet and out of sight. His height works for him in that way, where he can easily reach up and grab his prized tool whenever he would need, and nobody would even know it was there. An invisibility potion in hand, it was already uncorked and ready to drink. He stills afterwards, straightening. He stares, unblinking. You can guess the expression: eyes wide with anxiety and adrenaline. His eyes only seem to grow wider at the look on your face, pupils shrinking to an almost inhuman size.

You have to command yourself to speak, the lone word not wanting to leave your tongue. For both of your sakes. 

“Quackity.”

You whisper it into the density of the air, breathless with unease. You can only imagine the thoughts that go through Dream’s mind, as he continues to stand there, unmoving. You can see the hand that holds the potion tremble, even as the grip tightens. 

Oh how you want to turn your back on the door and comfort him, to reassure him with every promise that you can. I’m sorry honey.

KNOCK KNOCK

You jump. Dream doesn’t. Instead, he lets his eyes ease shut. He seems to breathe deep, nodding to no one but himself, before bringing the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back, and drinking the entire potion in one go. If you had the time to think about it, you would be jealous of how quickly he can find resolve. Even in the face of such an enemy.

You watch him swallow the substance and how it goes into effect instantaneously. His body begins to fade, spotty at first, then partially, then completely, as the mask man disappears from your view. Nothing remained, not a shred of clothing, not even a shadow.

Your own resolve is shaky as you place your hand on the door handle. Before you lose your nerve, and before this visitor can lose his patience, you turn it, and brace yourself. With a tug, the door opens, about halfway, where it reveals none other than the President of Las Nevadas, Quackity. The vile torturer in the flesh.

He snaps his head to you. His body isn’t facing the door, more so to the side as he looked to be gazing out into the forest. He looks worn, though not overly so. The white of his shirt was muddled, its purity now appearing dirty. It looks as if he hadn’t properly washed it in forever. He had what looked like an ax secured to his belt. You try not to look at it too long. The scar along his face was as prevalent as ever, along with the blind eye. It matched the propaganda posters you’ve seen relatively well. Though its roughness was missed in translation.

He blinks. Then smiles. 

“Oh hello!” Quackity greets, golden tooth peeking through his lips. One hand comes up to straighten a suspender that had been starting to slip from his shoulder. He turns to face you fully at the same time.

“Ah, Hello?” You ask with a question. You have never met this man before. Only heard stories. You could only wonder, what was he doing here? What did he want?

“Ha ha, I guess this is a little weird huh?” The President chuckles to himself. “You probably weren’t expecting someone on your front door at this time of night.”

You remain still, prompting him to continue. He straightens up, taking his collar in two hands, and pops it. Dramatically.

 “Well… I’m Quackity, President of Las Nevadas, Big Q, blah blah blahahaha…” He trails off in a laugh, one that makes you shuffle your feet. It wasn’t a nice one to hear.

He does the same, but takes a wider stance. “Aha… whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure you’ve heard of me, hmm?” He raises his unmarred eyebrow.

Seeing him stand there without continuing prompts you to speak. “Umm… yea… I think so.” You talk softly on purpose, influenced by your confusion and nervousness.

He grins again, dimples forming on his cheeks. He shuffles once more. It's almost fidgety in how he moves. Instantaneous, and unexpected.

“That's good, that's good,” He nods, muttering before clearing his voice. “I was just wandering around and saw your little cabin, and figured, why not ask a few questions.” He looks to you, making eye contact with a small bow of the head, smiling cheekily all the while. “If that’s alright with you, Mx?...”

“Y/N.” You finish lightly.  “Just Y/N is fine.”

“Ah, Y/N. That’s a nice name!” He declares, almost excited. You force a polite smile on your face in flattery.

He gestures with a hand suddenly, pointing to the open part of the door. “May I come in?”

A flash of alarm flows through you, running all the way from the tips of your ears to the soles of your feet. Dream is in here. As cautious as you are in your presentation, you can’t help but stammer out a decline. “Ahaha, I’m sorry sir, but it is the middle of the night, and…I-I don’t think I would be comfortable with that…”

His smile falls a bit at the rejection. “Are you sure about that Mx Y/N?” The look he gives is less than pleasant, a far cry from the almost blissful look he wore only seconds ago. 

As unnerving as it is, you stand your ground, now putting on the best performance of ‘innocent bystander’ as you can realistically manage. You hope your face beams with courtesy, as does your voice as you reply sweetly. “I am, Mr. President.”

You can tell he’s annoyed by the decline as he attempts to move on. He sighs. “Well, I guess I won’t be long.” He says to himself, as his eyes glance down at your porch deck for a moment before they return to your face. 

He opens his mouth to begin. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the Greater Kingdom, haven’t you?”

You nod. “Yeah I have.”

He goes on, “Are you aware of the most recent events?”

You pause for a second, internally debating on what to say. Knowing Quackity is watching your every move, you answer casually. “Uhh, no? I don’t think so. What recent events?” You quirk a brow, honestly wondering what he's referring to.

Quackity breathes in deeply, as if the floodgates are about to open. “Well…” He starts, careful this time. Different than before. “There’s been an incident, and… there’s a prisoner on the loose.”

You don’t move. Quackity stares you, dead in the eyes, searching, inspecting. You don’t give him a thing. He shuffles again.

“What I’m interested in, quite frankly, is if you’ve seen anyone… suspicious over the past few weeks.”

You turn your head, bringing a hand up to rub your chin, the crease of your brow deeps as you pretend to think on the matter. You wait a second or two before letting up, shaking your head. “Uh, no. I have not. Well, I don’t think I have. Then again, I don’t really see anyone out here, especially so late in the year. That is, except for you of course…”

“Then let me ask you something else!” Quackity cuts you off, raising a finger to you in the universal ‘wait’ signal. He counters with a smoothness that comes off more as desperation. You can see it in his eyes.

They narrow a fraction as he cocks his head to the side. The dim lighting of the torch that rested on the wall only made the man more menacing. The shadow that casted over his eyes made a portion of his scar disappear, and the milky gray of his blind eye glow. You have to command yourself to match the stare of the dead tissue.

“Have you seen anyone around with a white mask? What with a smile drawn on?”

You breathe. In. And out.

“N-No?” Calm down. Try again. “What? A smile? On a mask?”

Quackity blurts out a cackle, clutching his chest. It reverberates throughout the house . “I know right?! HAHAHA… fucking stupid…”

You laugh with him, as much as you can for your sincerity to appear true. You grab the door frame with a hand to stabilize yourself.

He coughs inwardly, calming himself from the outburst. “Hehehe.. he.. it's just that, I mean…” He stands solid again. Except, it's different this time. He turns sideways, his shoulders pull back, looking the most square they've been during this whole interaction.

He clicks his tongue. “Anyone who knew anything would have to speak up.” His hand drifts down to the weapon by his side. Your heartbeat jumps to your throat. It decides to sit there, waiting, watching, as you do at the threshold of your lonely cabin.

A slimy grin takes over his face, though his brows tilt downward, almost saddened. Remorseful even at his own thoughts. “Conspiring with a convict? Jeez…” His grip tightens on the head of his ax. Your confidence betrays you. Your face begins to fall. Pupils the size of pebbles, they await. In fear.

“What a terrible way to go.”

You’re deafened to everything. Your vision narrows to only the man in front of you. The distinct sound of the blade being unsheathed is the only thing you can hear as you watch the distinct blue of the diamond ax reveal itself. It’s slow, calculated almost. Quackity is deliberate with the movement as he stares you down, the sneer making his show all the more intimidating.

Stomp

Stomp

Stomp

It comes fast and sudden: the sound of heavy footfalls approaching from within the house. The tile of the kitchen floor did nothing to muffle the sound. It was as clear as day. Dream approached swiftly from behind, certainly set off by the sound of an unsheathing blade. Each step hit hard, punishing the floor with the force of Dream’s instinct to fight.

If you had more time, you would think more of his spring to action: the reason as to why he chose to give himself away. But you would think about his protective deed later. Not here, not now. There was a sound in the house.

You heard it.

Quackity heard it.

With a similar thought, his eye twitched. Quickly, he shoved his way into the house. Past you, past the door. You didn’t have time to prepare. He effectively pushed you back, making you stumble further into the house and away from the door. 

Dream’s muddy shoes had perfect timing. Because of their haphazard placement, they were able to find the opportune moment to make the situation worse. Your feet failed you as they got caught on the leather, your balance lost to the wind that whipped just outside the house, which could clearly be heard from the now wide open cabin door. You started to fall.

Except you didn’t.

Except your back hit something sturdy. Something soft even, as it absorbed your impact. While it didn’t catch you, it broke your fall, letting you hit two things easier instead of one thing hard. You would have to thank him later for his affinity for placing himself in the exact location needed.

You hit the floor with an ‘oof’, your bum making an impact before your hands came to the ground to stabilize yourself. 

You didn’t dare look up to Dream. You wouldn’t give his presence away. Instead you locked your eyes on Quackity, who was currently scanning the house. His one eye darted around in every direction possible, his blind eye following with the muscle memory. He made several rotations, twisting and turning every which way, frantically searching for the source of the noise. He looked and looked, stepping around the table, moving back and forth countless times, never once ceasing his search. He was too occupied to bring attention to the fact he had pushed you down.

Before you make to get up, there is a pressure on your back. It’s feather light, you can barely tell it's there. It was spotty, not solid, for there were multiple points of contact. They were warm, unlike any inanimate object you knew. It's a reminder. It's a warning. It urges you to still, to sit tight where you were.

You sensed him behind you, as clear as day. He was crouching from what you could tell, his height would not allow his hand to rest where it was if he wasn’t lowered in some way. You wondered absentmindedly just how close he was. Was he more beside you, ready to spring into action at any given moment? Or was he more behind you, wanting to keep clear of the intruder more than anything? You didn’t know. You wouldn’t dare check. Not with Quackity acting so brazen.

He snapped his head around to you, a gnarly sneer of his lip commanding the tenseness of the moment. “I HEARD SOMETHING.” He barks. ”I FUCKING HEARD SOMETHING.” The grip on his ax is tight as it stressed the wood of the handle. 

You only stare back, a mix of shock and offense. Nothing is said as the two of you are locked into a staring contest. You, on the floor, your blood rushing through your veins at an abnormal speed, like every platelet in your body was racing for the finish line that seemed oh so near. Quackity, standing on edge, outraged to find himself empty handed, just a matter of feet away. Clearly Dream isn’t visible to him. The potion is doing its job, and well. 

The breeze outside picks up. The forest nearest to your cabin groaned at its strength, its own bark resisting with an agitated creaking. The leaves of the trees were restless, helpless to the forces of nature. Some were strong enough to stick to their branches. Others were not. They were tugged from their stems, picked up to only be dragged against the house, scraping against the shingles of the side, shuffling and grinding along the floorboards of the porch just outside. Some even ventured inside, the ajar door doing nothing to stop the visitors.

The civility of the situation was hanging in the balance. 

You chose to take action.

Slowly and surely you begin to move, not wanting to startle the man, who seemed too on hyped up on his own concoction of adrenalin for your taste. He watched you carefully, though not with fear. With anticipation. 

Leaning forward, you put more weight on your legs. Using some momentum, you get onto the balls of your feet, pushing upright. The pressure on your back leaves. You dust your pants off, hoping the action conveys some sense of ease to Quackity. You keep your gaze on him, not wanting to lose sight of the man for even a second. You dare to speak, words slipping from your tongue before you can fully understand their irony. They’re devoid of any special emotion. Your speech remains faithful to you.

“Must’ve been the wind.”

Quackity starts, blinking a few times. He’s still suspicious as he looks around the house, this time scanning attentively. He’s slow, making sure to not miss a thing that could potentially give him a reason to act. He turns as he does, doing a full circle before making eye contact with you one more time.

He gives you a once over. Up and down his eyes rake up your form. The touch returns to you, this time on your shoulder. You expect it this time.

Quackity’s gaze would’ve made you uncomfortable if he was looking at you with more lust. But no, this was different. He was memorizing, not checking out. You could see the gears turn in his head as he stuffed new information into the depths of his brain, mentally accounting for something that remained unseen. 

He scoffed suddenly. Shaking his head, before moving to the door. A little caught off-guard, you follow right after him, leaving the touch once more. He shoulder checks the edge of it, nudging it open to make room for himself. He walks on, at a rushed pace, passing through the threshold of the door as the DONK of his boots hit the wood of the front porch, never once looking back. You only watch from the doorway as he steps down the stairs of your cabin, hand once again finding purchase on the knob.

You ponder calling out to him. To ask him for the reason of his assault, as well as the quick departure. But he stops first, right in his tracks. Right in the grass of your front yard, about ten feet or so away from the house. The words die in your throat before they can even begin to be uttered.

Quackity cranes his neck from where he stands, looking over his shoulder with his good eye. He speaks disturbingly composed. A far cry from the erratic man that forced his way into your home. 

Though it's not the tone he uses that makes your breath caught in your throat. Oh no. It’s his words. So brutal and so jarring, that you don’t know how to comprehend them. Like a viper, they attack with the element of surprise.

“I know he’s been here.”

You don’t speak. You can’t. Not even if you tried. The poison of the viper is too much.

“Don’t make an enemy out of me Mx Y/N.”

Author's Note from the Future: I’m sorry to say but this fic is on Hiatus until further notice. I may come back to it, but I’m not very sure as of now. Apologizes, and happy reading :)))

[tav-marcio-leles]

17, 23, 25

17: How good of a liar is your Tav? How do they feel about lying?

He’s alright at lying, but he doesn’t like doing it. He will outright lie to protect those he cares for.

Most of the time, he will play dumb (within reason) as to avoid hurting someone mostly when the whole camp was trying to confess their love to him, and he didn’t want to be mean

23: What are 2-3 songs that your Tav would relate to?

Kill V. Maim - Grimes

Welcome to Your Life - GROUPLOVE

Eet - Regina Spektor

Lucky - Lucky Twice

(You get 4, because I couldn’t decide between Eet and Lucky)

25: How does your Tav feel about what others think of them?

Really the only thing Marcio prioritizes when it comes to the opinions of others is if they feel safe approaching him or not. As a Cleric of Ilmater, his whole deal is helping lift burdens. If someone doesn’t feel safe enough to ask him for help, he’ll give them their space, but he’ll continue to do his best to help them feel safe (within reason).

For closer relationships though, his feelings are a bit more specific~

Karlach: His best friend! His childhood friend! He cares deeply about what Karlach thinks of him. If she ever disapproves of something he does, he feels puppy getting told “bad dog”.

Gale: He knows Gale adores and cherishes Marcio for all his strengths and his flaws. But Marcio also knows that Gale gets way too excited about ideas he has, and he wishes Gale literally thought more about him (have him in mind) while coming up with said ideas. It’s all good though. Marcio understands how Gale’s brain works, and Gale has always asked Marcio his thoughts before doing anything. He knows Gale has him in mind, just at different parts of his thought process compared to his own.

Astarion: He knows Astarion is a little piss baby who judges people for getting involved in stuff to do the right thing. He wishes Astarion felt safer around him and the party, but he knows with time, he’ll open up. He just has to keep a safe distance while showing him the party can be a safe space. He’s almost there <3

Lae’zel: He loves Lae’zel, but he knows she respects him the most when he’s just doing his thing. He doesn’t need to worry about how she feels 90% of the time (for lack of a better way to word that).

Wyll: He loves Wyll! Wyll is really sweet. Good man in every sense! If anything were to happen to Marcio, Wyll would be put in charge. He cares greatly about how Wyll feels about him, because he looks up to Wyll.

Halsin: Kind of the same care he feels towards Wyll and Karlach, but in the sense that Halsin is so wholesome that if he got upset at Marcio, he would feel like a kicked dog. He’s not super close to Halsin, but he thinks he’s pretty and values his presence.

Shadowheart: When she was with the party, they were not close. She was unwilling to work with the group, so he gave her space—respected her boundaries.

Jaheira: This is the one person Marcio will actively butt heads with in the group. He respects her experience and feels sympathy for her, but half of the things she says, his reaction is just, “What are you talking about? Did you really just say that??? Out loud? With your whole chest?”

Minthara: Dead. Bye. Didn’t even know she could be a companion until after I killed her.

Minsc: Haven’t met him yet.

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i don’t really send these sorta ask things anymore but this one was lovely 2 receive <3 and tbh if we interact at all / if u interact w this blog i can assure you that i greatly value ur presence 🥰

[werewolf-transgenderism]

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hiiiii green forestofsprites here are some things I love about you: you are SO kind like all of the time you have kind things to say and I hope the universe is returning that energy to you. I loooove the way you write about the things you enjoy with such unbridled enthusiasm and earnestness and joyfulness and I love how much you love the natural world and the creatures in it <3 very glad to have crossed paths with you on here because I value your presence and thoughts and creativity greatly.

me about my beloved mutual green forestofsprites:

[humblemooncat]

06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?

(for all or any)

Gonna forgo Orimet for now since I still gotta figure out his whole thing, but I definitely have answers for my cat boys. <3

Ki'to: I may sound like a broken record at this point, but Ki'to greatly values relationships. Not only is he a very affectionate man, but his patron deity presides over love and relationships. What better way to give thanks to her than to love and be loved in return?

He adores having s/o's in his life as he feels they make his life far richer just for having known them and been in their presence. And he hopes he makes them feel the same.

Y'rhala: Relationships are important to him, but not in the same sense as Ki'to. Rhala values any and all relationships in his life because there was a time where he isolated himself in Labyrinthos to focus on his studies and when he returned to the real world (after a good 5 years, mind) he couldn't even bring himself to speak to people at first. It all felt so foreign after being his only companion for so long.

Thus, relationships are an important part of his self-care. To nurture his relationships with his friends and family is to nurture himself. And like a garden it needs to be tended often lest everything wither.

Gods, I don't think he'd know what to do with himself if he actually found himself a significant other. He definitely admires from afar, but to actually approach a man with intent to court him? Mortifying. Heaven forbid. The very thought would make him freeze up.

That said, I have every intention of shipping him with an NPC later on if I don't find an rp partner to ship with before then. :3c

Thank you so much for the ask, Mimble! I always appreciate it. <3

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How do I search for the best digital marketing agency in Delhi?

In today’s fast-paced digital world, having a robust online presence is essential for any business aiming to thrive. Whether you’re a budding startup, an established enterprise, or an independent entrepreneur, digital marketing can be the driving force behind your business’s growth, brand visibility, and audience engagement. However, the success of your digital marketing endeavors hinges significantly on selecting the right agency. If you’re in Delhi and searching for the best digital marketing agency in Delhi , this guide will help you navigate the process

Why You Should Consider Hiring a Digital Marketing Agency

Before exploring how to find the best digital marketing agency in Delhi, it’s important to understand the value an agency can bring to your business. Digital marketing agencies offer specialized expertise, extensive experience, and a comprehensive range of services that can greatly benefit your business. Here’s why partnering with a digital marketing agency is a smart move:

Expert Knowledge and Experience: Digital marketing agencies are staffed with professionals who are experts in various facets of digital marketing, including SEO, content creation, social media, and PPC. Their specialized knowledge ensures that your marketing strategies are expertly crafted and executed.

Cost-Effective Solutions: Building an in-house digital marketing team can be costly. Agencies offer a more affordable option, providing access to a team of experts while allowing you to pay only for the services you need.

Access to Advanced Tools and Technologies: Agencies have access to cutting-edge tools and technologies that may be out of reach for individual businesses. These tools enhance campaign efficiency, enable detailed data analysis, and optimize marketing efforts for better outcomes.

Time Efficiency: Digital marketing requires time and attention to detail. By outsourcing to an agency, you can focus on other critical areas of your business while the agency handles your marketing needs.

Scalability: As your business expands, your marketing needs will grow. A digital marketing agency can scale its services to match your evolving requirements, ensuring that your marketing efforts remain effective.

Steps to Discover the Best Digital Marketing Agency in Delhi

With an understanding of the benefits of working with a digital marketing agency, let’s dive into the steps you should take to find the best agency in Delhi.

1. Define Your Marketing Objectives

The first step in your search is to clearly define your digital marketing goals. Each agency may specialize in different areas, such as SEO, social media, content marketing, or PPC. By pinpointing your specific needs—whether it’s improving your search engine rankings, driving more traffic, or increasing brand awareness—you can narrow your search to agencies that excel in those areas.

2. Conduct Thorough Research

Once you’ve identified your objectives, it’s time to research potential digital marketing agencies in Delhi. Here’s how:

Online Search: Use search engines to find agencies by searching for terms like “best digital marketing agency in Delhi.” Pay attention to agencies that rank well and have positive feedback.

Social Media: Explore platforms like LinkedIn, Facebook, and Instagram to find agencies that actively engage with their audience and showcase their expertise.

Industry Forums and Groups: Participate in online forums and communities related to digital marketing. These platforms often provide recommendations and insights on the best agencies in various locations.

3. Review Portfolios and Case Studies

A reputable digital marketing agency will showcase its work through portfolios and case studies. Reviewing these materials will give you insight into the agency’s capabilities, the industries they’ve worked with, and the results they’ve delivered. Look for agencies that have experience with businesses similar to yours, as this can indicate their ability to understand and meet your needs.

4. Explore Client Testimonials and Reviews

Client testimonials and reviews are crucial when selecting a digital marketing agency. Positive reviews from past clients are a strong indicator of the agency’s reliability and effectiveness. Be sure to check reviews on multiple platforms, such as Google, social media, and industry-specific websites, to get a well-rounded perspective.

5. Assess Their Online Presence

A digital marketing agency’s online presence is a reflection of its own capabilities. Visit their website to evaluate its design, functionality, and content quality. Check their blog to see if they regularly publish valuable content that demonstrates their expertise. Additionally, review their social media profiles to gauge their engagement levels and the quality of their content.

6. Schedule Consultations

After narrowing down your options, schedule consultations with the agencies you’re considering. This is your chance to ask questions, discuss your goals, and gauge how the agency operates. During the consultation, pay attention to their understanding of your needs, their proposed strategies, and their communication style. A good agency will be transparent, responsive, and eager to tailor their services to your specific goals.

7. Evaluate Communication and Transparency

Effective communication and transparency are essential for a successful partnership. The best digital marketing agencies are open about their processes, pricing, and expectations. They should provide regular updates on your campaigns and be available to answer any questions you may have. Assess how transparent they are during the initial consultation and whether they clearly explain their strategies and pricing.

8. Consider Their Pricing Structure

Digital marketing agencies offer a variety of pricing models, including hourly rates, project-based fees, and retainers. When evaluating pricing, consider your budget and the value you’re getting for your money. Remember, the cheapest option isn’t always the best. Focus on the agency’s ability to deliver results rather than just the cost.

9. Evaluate Their Creativity and Innovation

Digital marketing is a rapidly evolving field that requires creativity and innovation. The best agencies are those that continuously generate fresh ideas and adapt to the latest trends. During your consultation, ask about their approach to creativity and how they plan to keep your campaigns relevant and engaging.

10. Look for a Long-Term Partnership

Digital marketing isn’t a one-time effort; it requires ongoing work to achieve and maintain results. It’s important to choose an agency that you can see yourself working with over the long term. Look for an agency that is committed to understanding your business and invested in your success.

Why The DM School is the Best Digital Marketing Agency in Delhi

When it comes to finding the best digital marketing agency in Delhi, The DM School is a standout choice. Here’s why we are the perfect partner for your digital marketing needs:

1. Expertise in All Digital Marketing Channels

At The DM School, we offer a wide range of digital marketing services, including SEO, PPC, social media marketing, content creation, email marketing, and website development. Our team of experts excels in all aspects of digital marketing, ensuring that your campaigns are comprehensive and aligned with your business objectives.

2. Proven Success Across Industries

We have a proven track record of helping businesses in Delhi and beyond achieve their digital marketing goals. Our portfolio includes a diverse range of clients from various industries, and our case studies demonstrate the tangible results we’ve delivered.

3. Client-Focused Approach

At The DM School, our clients are at the center of everything we do. We take the time to understand your business, your audience, and your goals. This client-focused approach allows us to create customized strategies that deliver real results.

4. Transparency and Open Communication

We believe in maintaining complete transparency with our clients. From the initial consultation to the execution of your campaigns, we keep you informed every step of the way. Our team is always available to answer your questions and provide updates on your campaigns.

5. Innovative and Creative Strategies

The digital marketing landscape is always changing, and we pride ourselves on staying ahead of the curve. Our team constantly explores new ideas and approaches to keep your campaigns fresh and effective. Whether it’s adopting the latest SEO tactics or creating engaging social media content, we’re committed to innovation.

6. Customized Solutions for Maximum Impact

We understand that every business is unique, and there’s no one-size-fits-all solution in digital marketing. That’s why we create customized strategies tailored to your specific needs. Our goal is to deliver maximum impact and ensure that your marketing efforts yield the best possible results.

7. Commitment to Long-Term Success

At The DM School, we’re not just focused on short-term gains. We’re committed to building long-term partnerships with our clients and helping them achieve sustained growth. Whether you’re looking to increase your online visibility, drive more traffic, or boost your sales, we’re here to support you every step of the way.

Advantages of Partnering with The DM School

Choosing The DM School as your digital marketing partner comes with numerous advantages:

Comprehensive Digital Marketing Services: We offer a full suite of digital marketing services, ensuring that every aspect of your online presence is optimized.

Data-Driven Strategies: Our strategies are based on data and analytics, enabling us to make informed decisions and optimize your campaigns for better performance.

Flexible and Scalable Solutions: Our services are flexible and scalable, making them suitable for businesses of all sizes and stages of growth.

Dedicated Account Management: You’ll have a dedicated account manager who will be your main point of contact, ensuring that your campaigns run smoothly and efficiently.

Measurable Results: We focus on delivering measurable results that align with your business goals. Whether it’s increased website traffic, higher conversion rates, or enhanced brand visibility, we track and report on key performance indicators (KPIs) to demonstrate the impact of our work.

Continuous Support and Optimization: Digital marketing is an ongoing process, and we’re here to provide continuous support and optimization. We regularly review and adjust your campaigns to ensure they remain effective and relevant.

Local Expertise with a Global Perspective: While we’re based in Delhi, we have the expertise to execute campaigns that can reach both local and global audiences. Whether you’re targeting customers in Delhi or looking to expand your reach internationally, we have the knowledge and experience to help

audiences. Whether you're targeting customers in Delhi or aiming to expand your reach to international markets, The DM School has the expertise and experience to help you succeed.

Final Steps in Choosing the Right Agency

After following the steps outlined in this guide, you should have a shortlist of potential digital marketing agencies in Delhi. Here’s how to make the final decision:

1. Compare Agency Proposals

Once you’ve consulted with a few agencies, you’ll likely receive proposals outlining their strategies, pricing, and expected outcomes. Compare these proposals to see which agency offers the best value for your investment. Consider how well each agency’s strategy aligns with your business goals, the comprehensiveness of their approach, and the clarity of their pricing.

2. Assess the Agency’s Culture and Values

It’s crucial to choose an agency whose culture and values align with yours. A good cultural fit can lead to a more collaborative and successful partnership. During your consultations, assess whether the agency’s work ethic, communication style, and approach to problem-solving resonate with what you’re looking for in a partner.

3. Trust Your Instincts

Lastly, trust your instincts. If you feel confident and comfortable with an agency after your consultations and research, it’s likely a good choice. On the other hand, if you have any doubts or concerns, it may be worth exploring other options.

Conclusion

Finding the best digital marketing agency in Delhi is a process that requires careful research, clear goal-setting, and a thorough evaluation of potential partners. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you’ll be well-equipped to make an informed decision that will set your business up for digital success.

The DM School stands out as a top choice for businesses looking to enhance their digital presence. With our client-centric approach, expertise across all digital marketing channels, and commitment to delivering measurable results, we are dedicated to helping your business grow. Whether you’re aiming to increase online visibility, drive more traffic, or boost sales, we’re here to support you every step of the way.

If you’re ready to take your digital marketing to the next level, contact The DM School today. We look forward to partnering with you and helping your business achieve its full potential.

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PRECIOUS IS THE DEATH OF HIS SAINTS

Considering the recent events concerning President Trump, we decided the below particularly relevant at this time. Though compiled a few years ago out of prayer for another near-death situation, it's fresh with truth and joy:

Precious is the Death of His Saints

When faced with crisis and potential death, Psalm 116 is a powerful psalm to feed upon and pray into:

I love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my supplications. 2 Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live.

3 The pains of death surrounded me, and the pangs of Sheol laid hold of me; I found trouble and sorrow. 4 Then I called upon the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I implore You, deliver my soul!”

5 Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; yes, our God is merciful. 6 The Lord preserves the simple; I was brought low, and He saved me. 7 Return to your rest, O my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.

8 For You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. 9 I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living. 10 I believed, therefore I spoke, “I am greatly afflicted.” 11 I said in my haste, “All men are liars.”

12 What shall I render to the Lord for all His benefits toward me? 13 I will take up the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord. 14 I will pay my vows to the Lord now in the presence of all His people.

 15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

16 O Lord, truly I am Your servant; I am Your servant, the son of Your maidservant; You have loosed my bonds. 17 I will offer to You the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the Lord.

18 I will pay my vows to the Lord now in the presence of all His people, 19 In the courts of the Lord’s house, in the midst of you, O Jerusalem.

Praise the Lord!

A personal point of stumbling: Although this is a song of praise for being delivered from death, when I came to verse 15, it struck me as being out of place with the rest of the psalm. King David builds a narrative of being raised up and restored, then all of a sudden here's a verse we use at funerals when someone dies! I didn't get it. I actually skipped over it when I prayed into critical situations because it seemed contradictory. I didn't want to be endorsing or agreeing with death. Lol. In this context, though, I figured there mustbe more than what I thought was being implied when I read the verse by itself - that God likes our death, likes us to die?! After a few days of this dilemma, I went to Matthew Henry to hear his take and wasn’t disappointed. In essence, his comments state the death of each saint is so precious to the Lord that it never occurs as mere happenstance. No one can take us nor can we will it easily; it never flies under His radar. Of course, that reminds me of Jesus declaring we are of more value than many sparrows; therefore, do not fear (Matt 10:29-31). Our death is so precious to Him, He guards our life!

Here's Matthew Henry’s rich commentary (it’s worth reading a few times):

(Ps. 116:15): “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints,” so precious that he will not gratify Saul, nor Absalom, nor any of David’s enemies, with his death, how earnestly soever they desire it. This truth David had comforted himself with in the depth of his distress and danger; and, the event having confirmed it, he comforts others with it who might be in like manner exposed. God has a people, even in this world, that are his saints, his merciful ones, or men of mercy, that have received mercy from him and show mercy for his sake. The saints of God are mortal and dying; nay, there are those that desire their death, and labour all they can to hasten it, and sometimes prevail to be the death of them; but it is precious in the sight of the Lord; their life is so (2 Kgs. 1:13); their blood is so, (Ps. 72:14). God often wonderfully prevents the death of his saints when there is but a step between them and it; he takes special care about their death, to order it for the best in all the circumstances of it; and whoever kills them, how light soever they may make of it, they shall be made to pay dearly for it when inquisition is made for the blood of the saints (Matt. 23:35). Though no man lays it to heart when the righteous perish [Is. 57:1], God will make it to appear that he lays it to heart. This should make us willing to die, to die for Christ, if we are called to it, that our death shall be registered in heaven; and let that be precious to us which is so to God.

Side note bonus: I skimmed what Matthew Henry had to say about the entire psalm. One other thing grabbed me - his thought on the end of vs. 3, "I found trouble and sorrow." MH points out that we can amplify our own trials, as we well know. God forbid! He expresses it so eloquently that I couldn't resist sharing it with you, too:

“I found trouble and sorrow”; not only they found me, but I found them. Those that are melancholy have a great deal of sorrow of their own finding, a great deal of trouble which they create to themselves, by indulging fancy and passion; this has sometimes been the infirmity of good men. When God’s providence makes our condition bad let us not by our own imprudence make it worse.

Amen!

- Elese