#dream as in the sleep phenomena

[frute-salad]

had a dream earlier that Markiplier asked me to help find something related to frisk from undertale, I think a funny video he wanted that I had and that if I mentioned it to him irl via Twitter or something he'd know what I meant

So. mark incorporated pliers. if you want that video.

I uncontrollably lied

[guided-by-the-skies]

Weekly Dream Analysis | Creepy Dream Stuff

🌌 Sleepwalking can be common for those with any exalted planet in the 12th house. All the subconscious energies can be stro ger which makes the boundary between sleep and wakefulness, stillness and movement, much thinner.

🌌 Those who have transits of their 12th house or 8th house by an asteroid may experience sleep paralysis, especially if there is something troubling them subconsciously.

🌌 Pluto placements in a physical, visceral house such as the eighth or fifth may experience night terrors more frequently.

🌌 A medium speed planet such as venus or mars, or even a transiting mercury retrograde, can cause periods of extremely vivid, weird, or disturbing dreams if it transits a difficult placement. This could be a malefic planet like mars or saturn in a difficult sign, a peregrine planet or planet in fall or detriment, or even a planet that has a tense aspect in the chart.

🌌 Pluto aspects can influence the quality of nightmares if you get them. Pluto aspecting anything in the eighth house can make you more prone to intense dreams, e.g. pluto square an eighth house mars can lead to especially difficult dreams.

🌌 If you often wake at 3 am, you may have placements that make you more in tune with the collective unconscious. This hour is when boundaries between worlds are thinnest (supposedly) so particularly sensitive people can be influenced by things going on beyond the immediate mundane world. This includes lilith in scorpio, pluto in any interpersonal house (e.g. 3rd, 8th), south node in 12th house, and so on. This is not a definitive list, just some of the likely culprits. Basically anything that is a combination of intuition and collective/communicative energies can be woken by the '3 am phenomenon'.

🌌 This kind of astrology is all about the 12th house and very often about black moon lilith. Black moon lilith can cause strange things to happen to you at night including involutary projection and lucid dreaming especially if it aspects an exalted planet, then the dreams will take on the quality of that planet.

🌌 When is unusual stuff most likely to happen at night? Here are some of the most likely times:

You have just been doing shadow work

It is a full or new moon

There has been an eclipse

Between 3-4 am, especially around 03:33

You have been trying to lucid dream

You have been trying to astral project

If two or more of the above apply, you can be prepared for weird night time disturbances. And if you have ANYTHING in your chart whatsoever that can break down barriers between the conscious and unconscious worlds, you are more likely to experience this kind of thing.

In summary: these are partly predictions partly experience. I have lilith in the 3rd house which has resulted in a LOT of communication with my shadow. Remember 3rd house isn't just interpersonal communications and technology but also communication with yourself and with your id or shadow. I went through a phase of almost always waking at 3 am as a teenager and still experience this quite often.

Also at this point all the birds stop singing and as a result I could tell after a while without looking at a clock whether I had woken in the 'witching hour' or not and often could not get back to sleep until it was past 4.

[arsanimarum]

The phenomena of sleep and dreams

[ko-existing]

All that you experience is appearances (i.e., phenomena)

by Being_is_IT / twitter

Q：SELF nature is bright...

A: SELF does not necessarily have to appear as "light" or "bright" or "glorious". "Darkness" or "ordinary" or "mundane" is SELF-same, and it is equally sacred. In other words, "consciousness" is an energetic pattern of SELF, and "unconsciousness" is also an energetic pattern of SELF.

Although the appearances may look differently, there is no actual difference at all. The key is not to be confused by various forms of appearance, thinking that one appearance is better or worse than another.

SELF can seemingly present infinite forms of appearances while remaining SELF intact without conditions.

"time" is appearance.

"moment" is appearance.

"space" is appearance.

"birth" is appearence.

"living" is appearance.

"dying" is appearance.

"sleeping" is appearance.

"waking" is appearance.

"dreaming" is appearance.

"light" is appearance.

"dark" is appearance.

"beautiful" is appearance.

"ugly" is appearance.

"I" is appearance.

"other" is appearance.

"location" is appearance.

"continuity" is appearance.

"progress" is appearance.

"consciousness" is appearance.

"thinking" is appearance.

Appearances may look very differently, they are SELF-same! They are all the same holiness. Whatever you can think or or imagine or express is all appearances.

All appearances (i.e., phenomena) are simply incessantly morphing energetic patterns or textures of SELF.

SELF is beyond experiencing and SELF is not an subject or object to be experienced.

SELF can know SELF directly!

Know that you are SELF! SELF is SELF!

Don't be confused by infinite variations of seeming appearance! Although all appearences are SELF's energetic patterns nonetheless, know that you cannot be defined or pinned down as any appearances.

[cosmicdream222]

The Phase Basics

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I’ve heard so much varying information on The Phase going around here lately, I wanted to understand the concept from the source. I spent hours reading the extremely long textbook from the original creator, and would like to summarize some basic information that will help clarify what The Phase is.

As always, it’s important to remember this is just one way of explaining and exploring these out-of-body phenomena and should not be taken as a holy grail. I always encourage everyone to listen to their intuition and choose methods that align with their natural strengths.

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✩ What is The Phase? ✩

The Phase is a state of consciousness between wakefulness and REM sleep where individuals can experience lucid dreaming, out-of-body experiences, and other paranormal phenomena.

Diagram from The Phase textbook by Michael Raduga.

Phase states includes lucid dreaming, astral projection, sleep paralysis, and other OOBE. If you become lucid in a dream, or are able to induce sleep paralysis - congrats you’re already in a phase state, and don’t need to use The Phase Method.

This specific concept of The Phase was introduced by Michael Raduga. He has worked with groups of people for years helping them get into phase states with his Phase Method, and proven his techniques to be very effective.

✩ What is the Phase Method? ✩

The Phase Method is a series of techniques used to get into a phase state. It uses the natural awakenings we have in the early morning hours - where sleep is lighter and REM is more frequent - to try to induce a phase state.

✩ What are the steps to the Phase Method? ✩

Step 1: Sleep 6 hours and wake up with (or without) an alarm clock. Waking up around this time will cause lighter and more frequent REM sleep, which will make it easier to induce phase states.

Note: it’s not necessary to use an alarm clock if you already wake up frequently during the night. You can honestly just skip this step and go right to step 2, make your intention before bed, and using every natural awakening to induce a phase state. There are many successful astral projectors who use a simplified version of the phase method based on this idea, without disrupting their sleep cycles, which I will link in the resources below.

Step 2: Go back to sleep with intention. What do you want to do? Lucid dream? Astral travel? Enter the void? Decide what you want and what you will do to induce it.

Examples:

“When I wake up, I will remain still and focus on the blackness behind my eyes, which will take me to the void, where I will affirm for my desires.”

“When I fall asleep, I will enter a lucid dream. I will create a portal in my dream that will take me to my DR”.

Step 3: Perform a “separation technique” - a way for your mind to move your awareness away from your body. This can be done in various ways such as: peering into the darkness behind your eyes, listening to noises in your head, affirming your desires, making an imagined movement like sitting up, rolling over, or pulling a rope to disconnect your astral body from your physical.

Step 4+5: Repeat techniques until something happens. If nothing happens after a few minutes, go back to sleep and try again at the next natural awakening.

✩ Where can I learn more? ✩

The original Phase textbook by Michael Raduga

The Ultimate Astral Projection Guide, a simplified version of the Phase used by many successful travelers.

“Xanth’s Phasing Method” from an older website

The Phase Method for entering the void by @tia-222

Variation on the phase method that incorporates the recliner method by @pinksssecret

The Phase Method for Shifting Reddit post

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Angel Cocoon

(Blame the brain rot. I watched Hazbin and had a dream about pathetic Adam and found myself deeply in love with this asshole. I did not expect it and I feel if I don't write I will explode so have this. Probably not my best work but it was stuck in my head all day at work; I have ideas for other stuff, including a more indepth fic (might be x reader, might be x oc, haven't decided yet). Hopefully this isn't too bad though

Update: Now with a sequel, whaaaaa? Angel Massages up and running

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam (damned pathetic man), angel!Reader

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Genre: Comfort, fluff (not smutty? For Adam? I'm impressed by myself sometimes)

Summary: Every morning this happens. You do not mind.)

Every morning you were thankful that heaven's temperature was always perfect. Because every morning you woke up in a state that could best be described as the Cocoon.

When you first started dating the egotistical, loud mouthed, foul mouthed, perverted asshole known as the leader of the exterminators, aka Adam the first man or “Dick Master” if he could ever get his way, you had expected a lot of things. Getting your ear talked off on a regular basis, all sorts of pet names running the gambit from honestly a bit sweet (what, you liked being called sugartits) to you're-lucky-i-don't-take-you-seriously-Adam (who calls their significant other a slut, really), being expected to go to most if not all of his music gigs, occasionally having your back blown out because damn could that man fuck, learning to find some of the stupidest things funny because he managed to make it so; these were things you expected or at least got better used to. It was sort of like dating a hyperactive teenager but nine feet tall and with the strength enough to swing around a guitar-axe like it was a pool noodle. You had not had a normal day since the moment you agreed to this and you had quickly realized that that was fine by you.

But this. This you did not expect. Every morning, every single morning because God forbid you be allowed to sleep alone, you woke up not to your room, not to the ceiling or the sunlight filtering through the window or even your blankets. No, instead you woke up to the first man, first of the human angels, curled around you like you were going to disappear if he didn't hold you as tight and completely as possible. To call what he did a koala hug would be a disservice and did nothing to describe this phenomena, which upon the first morning after you had fallen asleep in bed with him you had freaked out a little over. You still were startled every time you woke up to it since. It was more like what you coined it as: a cocoon, created by the combination of two factors.

One: Adam. He was of course much bigger than you, a giant among angels and that was how you liked it. After all who didn't daydream of climbing a tree once in a while? Except this tree loved to talk and could make you feel things you were pretty sure was very much not pure. You were a good, solid four feet shorter than him, almost half his size; this worked in your favor when you wanted to hide behind him because of some stupid prank or when you again decided to climb onto him or honestly generally being picked up by the troublemaking angel which he certainly liked to do. The other side was that when he curled up his body enough it could surround you with little effort at all. Those arms of his wrapped easily around you and you could feel the fraction of true strength with which he held you, still more than enough to hold you where you were. His legs were folded up just enough to cut off escape from below, leaving you cradled against his body. His head tucked down, buried in your hair, he was warm and hairy in multiple places, and if you were absolutely honest a little overweight for someone who lived in heaven of all places. But none of these things bothered you and in the position you were in, your head pressed against his bare chest, you could hear the ever surprising existence of a heartbeat within a long dead man's chest. You felt your own calm hearing it; you couldn't help but love it.

Two: his wings. Oh those beautiful golden appendages, almost as beautiful as those golden eyes of your idiot boyfriend's. The feathers shimmered and shone near enough to rival the sun and you could see them past your prison of Adam flesh. How he could sleep so peacefully with them wrapped around you both was a mystery you spend every morning contemplating; it could not possibly be comfortable. Your own shuddered lightly on your back in sympathy but trying to stretch yours only brushed them against his and his, as they always did when this happened, quaked but did not open. He slept with them wrapped around you two like an eggshell, encasing you both and leaving no escape all around.

You reached out by instinct, running your fingers lightly along the feathers. They too were warm and soft as down yet you knew how strong they truly were, how strong his wings were like all other parts of him.

Save maybe his psyche. You felt the feathers shiver under your touch and he made a noise in his sleep, nuzzling his face further into your hair, his arms holding tighter to you. You woke like this every morning, since the first time you'd fallen into bed with him, and at first it was a mystery why, like so many things about him. How could he be so loud, how could he be so crude, how could he be so rude. But bit by bit you'd learned and you had come to understand.

He held onto you like you might disappear. Somewhere deep down that's exactly what he feared would happen. You knew about Lilith, you knew about Eve, and you knew how to read subconscious messages. He encased you like he was afraid otherwise you'd slip away, that you'd leave, that you'd go too. You woke to your head against his chest; how often had he fallen asleep with his on yours? Adam was many things, and truthful about what was really going on in his head and heart was definitely not one of them, but it didn't take a genius to know why he hated letting you out of his sight. Why he always held you like this in his sleep. Why he got enraged whenever the idea of you ever meeting Lucifer Morningstar came up.

Could you blame him? You couldn't and nor could you resist a smile as you wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes and snuggling close to your ever-so-troublesome lover.

Sure you probably should get up soon but honestly it was hard to want to when you felt comfy right where you were. Besides it wasn't like you really minded all that much what would happen next after you both woke; he'd whine and you'd massage his sore wings. But you'd long since stopped trying to convince him to not sleep like that.

It was hard not to love being loved so deeply after all.

[4dbarbie-archive]

4dbarbie remix: You're dreaming from memory

4dkelly notes: This could be a good introductory pointer for those new to non-dualism. Probably my last remix for a while because they always start off as a fun or great idea that ends up taking way too much time and mental energy lol. Also I know it says 4dbarbie remix and it's because I extracted all the text from her posts but almost half of this adaptation post is made with direct or adapted excerpts from the book I Am That by Nisargadatta Maharaj as she often incorporated his words into her posts so it might be more accurate to call it a 4dbarbie and I Am That remix. I've marked extracts that are from the book with an asterisk (*). My highlight colour key: key concepts are in pink, action points in purple, really important points in red, my notes (which are minimal) in blue

There is nothing that exists. Only you do. 1 The only thing you know for sure is: 'here and now, I am'. Remove the 'here and now', the 'I am' remains, indisputable. The world exists in memory, memory comes into consciousness; consciousness exists in awareness and awareness is the reflection of the light on the waters of existence. 2*

The person is a very small thing. Actually it is a composite, it cannot be said to exist by itself. Unperceived, it is just not there. It is but the shadow of the mind, the sum total of memories. Pure being is reflected in the mirror of the mind, as knowing. What is known takes the shape of a person, based on memory and habit. It is but a shadow, or a projection of the knower onto the screen of the mind. 3*

You (Self) are projecting this very moment live. Nothing is happening to you, I mean literally. Nothing is out there. 4 Everything you see and experience is only a mental condition, a dream-like state, easy to dispel by questioning its reality. It's you imagining it as real and fighting it with all your might that keeps it alive. In this dream, you imagine yourself to be a process, to have a past and future, to have history. In fact, we have no history, we are not a process, we do not develop, nor decay. 5*

When you sleep at night, you think the world you're dreaming of is real. You wake up in the morning and you go on living in a different world, which you also think is real. But while you were in the first dream you had no memory of this world, did you? You come into the waking state and forget all about that dream (because you dismiss it as unreal & imagined so you have no reason to care once the experience is over). You're present in a second dream, and you deal with this one because now that's "what is real". But there is no difference between sleeping and waking, awareness is the background of both. You just think the waking state more real because you've dreamt it over and over and reinforced your belief. They're equally imaginary. 6

Each and every moment is projected on your consciousness but in reality, there is no link or cause between them. Memory gives the illusion of continuity and repetitiveness creates the idea of causality (e.g. I have blue eyes because I take after my mom). When things repeatedly happen together, we tend to see a causal link between them. It creates a mental habit, but a habit is not a necessity.* Drop it. You, now, even if recreated completely from memory and appearing the same, are still doing the creating/projecting live. It is all memory carried over into the now. You never move, your mind does. You don't arrive anywhere, you've always been there. You don't become, you already are. 1

Memory seems to being things to the present out of the past, but all that happens does happen in the present only. It is only in the now that phenomena manifest themselves. Thus, time and causality do not apply in reality. You are prior to the world, body and mind. You are the sphere in which they appear and disappear. You are the source of them all, the universal power by which the world with its bewildering diversity becomes manifest. 7*

You recreate the world every day from memory. There is no yesterday but your memory of it. There is no tomorrow but your thought of it. You are moving from now into now, and nothing has reality but in your mind. In deep sleep you are no one, no thing, you are not aware of being anything. You are just aware of being. There is no world, no one, not even 'yourself'. 8 In the absence of the mind, even the sense 'I am' dissolves. There is no 'I am' without the mind. All experience subsides with the mind. Without the mind, there can be no experiencer nor experience. 8*

Consciousness creates the mind which projects the world, built of memory and imagination.* You create a world, then you create an ego in it that is desiring some thing - look at it, you are doing that now. Stop the urge to create and recreate worlds of desires. 1 You don't have to live by memory. You can see the world as it is, a momentary appearance in consciousness. 7*

See all as a dream and stay out of it. While it lasts, the dream has temporary being. It is your own desire to hold on to it that creates the problem. Let go. Stop imagining that the dream is yours. 5*

Realize your true being, all else will follow and take care of itself. You will no longer feel the need to manifest or get things, because you see you are the one imagining the things. You already are, and if you want to observe yourself as 'something', you can. After you rid yourself of your belief that you are the ego, you no longer feel compelled in any direction whatsoever. You do not feel like you need to be the body you imagine you were born with (because you were never it in the first place), or watch Sandra's from afar. You’re free to do or not to do whatever you want; you are dreaming, and you know you are dreaming, there is nothing to fear or fight, because all is yours. The thing to do is to establish that permanently, for all time. Then you can play any part you so desire, and be totally unaffected by it. 3

Free from memory and expectation, you are fresh, innocent and wholehearted. Needing nothing, you are unafraid. Whom to be afraid of? There is no separation, we are not separate selves. There is only one Self, your Self. 1*

Become aware that the waking state is just a dream and life will forever be a breeze. 6 When the world is real, it is heavy. When the Self is real, the world is light. 3#

References

4dbarbie posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

* Text excerpts from I Am That by Nisargadatta Maharaj

# from Keys to The Ultimate Freedom by Lester Levenson

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hello I’m drunk and thinking about six of crows agaiiiiin (why is this a recurring phenomena???? Ah well can’t complain this has happened like twice now?? That’s not too bad tbf)

I’ve had a lot of Soc related dreams in my time fun fact

Anyway

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Wylan had precious few memories of his mother?? Even though he lost her at a similar age to Jesper, who remembers his mother clearly?? To Kaz losing his Da, who he’s implied to remember well?? (I have more thoughts on Kaz’s active choice to bury those memories and his freaking constant parallels to Matthias but that’s no relevant right this second)

Do you ever think about that in conjunction to Wylan being taken abroad and “everywhere” with his father all the time?? Bc sometimes I imagine Marya standing up to Van Eck in attempts to defend Wylan and I don’t imagine that was the only time she stood up to him (her defending Wylan is probably part of why he sent her away) and I wonder whether since we know she was probably not safe in her marriage (and probably didn’t chose it based on what we know of Alys and how the Kerch patriarchal system works) and I wonder whether to some degree Van Eck separated her from Wylan as some kind of effed up punishment for standing up to him because Wylan had very clear memories of going away w his father and is implied to have some kind of photographic/eidetic memory like Kaz in the whole card counting thingy so why would he have so few memories of his mother if not because he was actively kept away from her during those periods that he still has clear memories of?? Idk but ultimately van eck is a skiv and I wouldn’t put it past him to punish Marya by separating her from Wylan and like he wouldn’t out rightly state it but they both knew that was what he was doing yk??? Anyway that’s just a theory I have

I need to go to sleep

[illuminatedmysticc]

Q：SELF nature is bright...

( a post by Being_is_IT

A: SELF does not necessarily have to appear as "light" or "bright" or "glorious". "Darkness" or "ordinary" or "mundane" is SELF-same, and it is equally sacred. In other words, "consciousness" is an energetic pattern of SELF, and "unconsciousness" is also an energetic pattern of SELF. Although the appearances may look differently, there is no actual difference at all. The key is not to be confused by various forms of appearance, thinking that one appearance is better or worse than another. SELF can seemingly present infinite forms of appearances while remaining SELF intact without conditions.

"time" is appearance.

"moment" is appearance.

"space" is appearance.

"birth" is appearence.

"living" is appearance.

"dying" is appearance.

"sleeping" is appearance.

"waking" is appearance.

"dreaming" is appearance.

"light" is appearance.

"dark" is appearance.

"beautiful" is appearance.

"ugly" is appearance.

"I" is appearance.

"other" is appearance.

"location" is appearance.

"continuity" is appearance.

"progress" is appearance.

"consciousness" is appearance.

"thinking" is appearance.

Appearances may look very differently, they are SELF-same! They are all the same holiness.

Whatever you can think or or imagine or express is all appearances.

All appearances (i.e., phenomena) are simply incessantly morphing energetic patterns or textures of SELF.

SELF is beyond experiencing and SELF is not an subject or object to be experienced. SELF can know SELF directly!

Know that you are SELF! SELF is SELF! Don't be confused by infinite variations of seeming appearance!

Although all appearences are SELF's energetic patterns nonetheless, know that you cannot be defined or pinned down as any appearances.

[onskepa]

Syawn ch 2

request:

Halo Hello Halo! I hope you are having a mighty fine day/night!

I hope this is alright but could I request a neteyam x avatar,na'vi! Reader?

Basically the reader is pregnant with what's supposed to be their first born. However, fate would have it that y/n would give birth to triplets! A never before heard of phenomena, due to na'vi usually having children one at a time and even then twins were a very rare event to occur!

I dunno I just like the idea of reader giving birth to triplets much to the sully family's surprise. Plus I couldn't help but think of how funny it would be for neteyam to be pacing outside the door for hours and the almost faint when finds out he doesn't just have one or two babies, but three!

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This is part two of Syawn request. Go check that out before reading this one! Now that aside! here is the awaited chapter two! enjoy!

Syawn series

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This communion with Eywa will be one for the books. Or in this case, a mark in na'vi history. Word spread of Eywa's miracle. Three na'vi children born at once! and from a dream walker no less!

All na'vi clans near and far wanted go and see for themselves. Because many refuse to believe such words, thinking its merely lies. But curiosity got the best of them.

When a day was set for the triplets communion with Eywa, many clans were set to witness it for themselves.

When such news got back to the Omatikaya clan, the world "overwhelmed" doesn't even begin to cover what everyone is feeling. While it is a huge honor for the clan to receive such guests, there is so little time to prepare who knows how many!

While jake and neytiri who are respectfully the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik of their clan, it was neteyam and syawn that were overwhelmed to the max.

So many people are coming to see their children bond with Eywa. The fear of seeing so many people just because of a impossibility happened.

Neyetam and syawn worry for their little ones as many people can scar them. Only having them for a few days and already both parents are being over protective and only want to keep their children safe.

"is this right...?" syawn asks neteyam as they gently rock the children's large basinet with them sleeping. "Let so many come see them...?" syawn says with clear worry in her eyes. Afraid that maybe what is happening isnt right.

"This is the first time many clans have come to see another's communion. It is a high honor....but I understand you yawne..." neteyam looks down at his sweet children. So small and already the three were making a impact on the world.

"to have them be shown like some spectacle, I fear the clans would see them as something else. Tell me nete, am I in the wrong? is this just my mother instincts seeing danger everywhere?" syawn goes on.

Neteyam brings her to his chest, her arms over his neck and his around her hips. The need to be closer to each other as means for comfort never dimmed with time.

"I can speak with my parents...I know they will understand and take our side" neteyam suggests. He felt his mate nod, her breathing slow as she relaxes in his embrace.

However as much as jake and neytiri understands their concerns, it was too late. By the next day, three clans arrived.

The Tipani clan, Anurai clan, and the Twakami clan.

And they all brought gifts for the children and the parents. Neteyam and syawn were grateful, but their worries never waivered despite the kind generosity the clans showed.

As the day goes by more clans appeared, even their closest ally, the Metkayina clan. Ao'nung and his beloved tsahik, Unyor came as well as bearing gifts from their island.

Tonowari and ronal, aged well but still in their prime, congratulate the couple and surprisingly, they along with the other metkayina members were allowed to the see the triplets first before everyone else.

Syawn understands the deep trust the sully family has with the metkayina clan, so she puts her trust in them too.

Ronal, Tonowari and their youngest, Ti'ong were given the privilege to carry one of the triplets in their arms. Ronal was happy, even though she isn't Tsahik anymore, she still blessing them like one. Giving each one a prayer and to hope for them a bright future.

As a warrior, Tonowari senses great strength in each of the little ones, sensing their hearts beating mighty and strong. Why, the one he holds already has a strong grip on his finger. That says a lot about them.

Ti'nong was looking at them with love and adoration in the young one's eyes. So small and so cute! Already seeing themselves as like a older distant cousin. But a fun cousin no less!

Ao'nung and Unyor were next to carry the two. Ronal held the other triplet a bit longer. Reminding herself of when her children were young.

"May Eywa bless you three with thriving joy and great bliss. Enjoy the gift she has given you and brace it to the fullest" Unyor says as she blessed the children. Syawn smiles, feeling pride and joy that her children were giving such blessings.

"I still don't understand how it is possible" ao'nung says, still confused of seeing triplets for the first time in his life.

"believe me brother, we don't either" neteyam replies.

"It is Eywa's will. She saw syawn worthy and blessed her with a great gift. That all is to it" ronal quickly tells. As Tsahik, one of the main things to do is try to understand and interpret what Eywa's will is and repeat it to the people.

The time came, where neteyam and Syawn's children would have their communion with Eywa. Thousands of na'vi from many tribes came to witness it. To see for their eyes of three of a kind na'vi.

Neytiri took charge, smiling happily as she recites the words, as neteyam, syawn, and kiri were each holding one of the triplets.

Neytiri took her time on each child, gently holding their queue and connecting them to one of the hanging vines, feeling joy as she is reminded of her children's communion.

She makes eye contact with neteyem. Love and pride seep from her golden eyes, smiling proudly at her eldest son.

"I am so proud of you ma'itan" she says lowly. Neteyam smiles, "thank you sa'nok". She goes to syawn and they make eyes contact with the same love and pride.

"May Eywa bless you ma'ite, to live long enough to see your children thrive. Protect and love these beautiful children unconditionally" neytiri says. Syawn nods and smiles lovingly, "yes, with all my heart".

It was a beautiful sight. Kiri felt proud to be part of the communion, to see her brother and his mate smile and beam with joy. She knows Eywa feels the same, deep in her heart.

Seeing the three children's golden eyes light up, smiling in daze. She wonder's what the triplets are seeing. Maybe seeing their great grandfather, Eytukan, or someone else. But either way, she is happy to see them happy.

After the communion, the celebration was large and loud. Many still hand neteyam and syawn gifts. There was so many, it began to build a hill. From fruits, medicines, beads, necklaces, bands, bows, arrows, you name it. There was so much, the parents believed they wont worry about shortage. All the Olo'eyktan's and Tsahik's gave their blessings to the triplets. Their eyes now believing the expansion of Eywa's gift.

For what they witnessed will be told throughout time. That the future generations must know about this wonderful night.

By the end of the night, everyone was tired. Syawn and neteyam brought their children back home. Where its warm, safe, and cozy. The children themselves were tired and slept peacefully, the three holding each other and snoozing as one. The three tucked in their big soft bassinet and syawn rocks them gently.

Neteyam adds beads to their children's songchords, singing out their life story, even if its short. Now a new bead to add of their communion. Syawn doing the same, as parents seeing their children connection with their great mother for the first time. She adds three purple colored beads, different shades, one for each child. She sings of her love and joy into her songchord.

Neteyam and syawn hug each other once more, and once again looking down at their children. Love is all they feel for their little ones. As they can only hope and see what will become of their little ones. And Eywa wonders too, to see what her little three souls will do with her gift.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for ch 2! I loved this one and I hope you all do! Until next time! see ya!

taglisht: @quirkyhero , @theunfortunateplace , @moonchildxoxx

Unyor = sweetly aromatic, (a flowery or aromatic woody sort of smell). (may also refer to some spices used in Na’vi cooking)

Ti'nong = blooming, unfolding

[bitter-bats-cult-of-the-moon]

Types Of Projection

LUCID DREAMING

The Consciousness is aware that you are within a dream. The levels of awareness may vary from a slight recognition to a broadening sense of perspective. Lucid dreams tend to happen while a person is in the middle of their dream, and suddenly they realize that they are.

This term is branded as: dream-initiated lucid dream.

Another type is called: wake-initiated lucid dream, and it happens when you go from a normal waking state into a direct dream state with no lapses within the consciousness.

In both scenarios, dreams tend to be more bizarre and emotional. When lucidity is determined within your own consciousness you should have at least some ability to control yourself.

DREAM WALKING

The Consciousness will be aware that you are within a dream, but it may not just be your dream alone.

Your 'dream-self' will have located someone close to you, and they do not need to be in a physical sense as the subtle reality does not know distance when compared to the physical plane.

Sometimes only the dream-walker knows of the events that transpire, while other times the other person also becomes aware.

MENTAL PROJECTION

The Consciousness projects to another place that is separate from the physical vessel. It's comparable to a daydream, but it's stronger because you see a mental picture. This image, for example, can be comparable to a series of snapshots or a movie being played.

People call this phenomena Remote Viewing or Clairvoyance.

ASTRAL PROJECTION

The Consciousness and the Astral body separate together from the physical vessel. The traveler has use of all five senses, as well as those that are used by the astral body. Vivid dreams are frequent during this time of sleep.

ETHERIC PROJECTION

The Consciousness, the Astral body and the Etheric body separate together from the physical vessel.

BILOCATION

This is where the Consciousness, the Astral body, the Etheric body and the Physical body are in TWO different places at the same time.

[spitefully-existing]

the sleep token book is a bit hard to read, i rewrote it the best i could below the cut; hopefully this helps!

⚠️⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️⚠️

15 days since emergence of the Lunar Anomaly

When I was a child, I was frequently beset by certain reoccurring dreams. this is one such dream that I remembered more than most – one in which I found myself standing on a vast shoreline, gazing out at a flat, wide sea. Slowly, as I watched the horizon gradually begin to lift. Before long I was able to observe that this lifting expanse was approaching me – a wall of smooth, black water that curls into an impossible lip at its peak. rather surprisingly, I do not recall being afraid of such an ominous sight. Well, to be more precise, I was afraid – I was terrified, but not of the wave itself. Instead, it was the thought of what was beyond it. This vast, unstoppable force sweeping forth to herald the end of everything, to drown the world and then eventually sink back into itself. A careless shrug of entropy enough to sever the thread of all fates. I felt that were I to somehow survive this limitless tide then I would be left in the world that would not recognize me. I would become an element unto myself and myself alone. 

An echo stuck in the throat of a dead god.

yet here I am. It has been over two weeks since the emergence of the lunar anomaly. our team spent nearly 2 years attempting to anticipate what this event would mean for humanity – analyzing endless reams of lunar topography along with every known form of spectroscopy, all amounting to one hopeless conclusion: to burrow into the bowels of the earth and simply wait that whatever emerge from within would reach us these last.

as it would turn out this one final act of humble surrenders is what one the last of us the right to our own lives in these final days. Those of us alive now are not those who sought to barter with destiny and defiantly cling to a civilized existence of the surface – or even any existence at all.

it would seem that in the week of this phenomenon, we are best served by our most base instincts, whose shame found no place to dwell. The ones who survived are those who spat their hubris and hid desperately down in the mud like rats.

I want it to be known that we made every effort to warn the others, though naturally we could not provide much of a basis upon which to suggest that our entire species with facing imminent and utter demise besides a few fissures of the southern lunar pole. with that said we begun building this underground facility once we realized that the moon’s orbit was rapidly decaying in a way that was inconsistent with any known physical model – I found it hard to believe that none of them followed our lead perhaps some of them did either way we have no way of knowing now.

my expectations for the first surface expedition were bleak at best in all honesty. I was shocked to discover that our initial readings showed that these remained a breathable atmosphere. Perhaps in all this turmoil, I found it easier to commit my mind to the worst possible outcome at every turn.

The limited data we gathered before the event – despite two years of efforts – didn’t prepare us for the havoc we now face. To say that we find ourselves at a loss to explain, the phenomenon would be a gracious understatement. The catechism that occurred two weeks ago had taught us one unshakable rule about this new world we now hid beneath – to gaze upon the moon is to die.

For this reason, we rapidly developed wearable counter measures for the surface teams that would prove vital in allowing them to navigate the surface. If only we could have known that this was far from the only threat that awaited them. To say that we find ourselves at a loss to explain the phenomena would be a gracious understatement.

it is not only human life that is affected by the lunar anomaly, but that of all life, albeit in vastly different ways. To put it simply – this new type of emergent biology is beyond the boundaries of what we are able to study and understand.

I find myself already laden with guilt over those we lost. More than that however, I feel most guilty about the way I reacted to learning of the remnant human elements that attacked our team. I felt strangely comforted, despite the deeply disturbing nature of that discovery.

Upon further introspection, I arrived at the conclusion that this feeling came from a sense of familiarity. Human beings fighting other human beings is a horror that has played us all since time immemorial, but here in the wake of such deeply unfamiliar and unpredictable occurrences, it is hard not to feel almost comforted by such an immediately recognizable problem.

with that said, I do also find myself deeply troubled by the prospect of humans remaining on the surface in that state. The consensus among my colleagues is that their actions were not born of their own will, though there is every chance that this is a conclusion we are clinging to in preference over the more unsettling alternative.

I feel that I am rapidly squandering the precious remnants of human life in the desire to understand what has happened, though in truth, I know not what else to do. Perhaps this is the only way we can cling to our humanity – by continuing our constant battle with the sheer unknown right to the very end.

The Director

28 days since Lunar Anomaly

already I find myself in the surprising position of yearning for the way things were two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, I was contending with the end of the world. Now, I contend with the reality of what has replaced it.

we took the trouble to equip ourselves as thoroughly as possible, with the means of studying any emergent phenomena on the surface, even whilst and tomb beneath the Earth. We now find ourselves consumed by the pursuit of understanding – it is truly all that we have left. However, the samples we’ve acquired offer no such mercy – their nature and origin is fundamentally foreign to us. Something we can say is that, contrary to the initial assumption that most life on the surface had been wiped out, there is in fact in abundance of some kind of new organic material. It can be found everywhere in some form, including in the atmosphere itself. Its cellular structure is completely unique – where one would expect to see some approximation of a typical eukaryotic cell, what we see instead resembles membranous tubules that contain vast quantities of foreign organelles. These organelles seem to function in an oddly synchronous fashion and are able to perform a variety of functions. Primarily, they are able to ‘grow’ the tubules that contain them by undergoing a form of transformation at either end which renders them as part of the tubule wall. secondly, and far more strangely, they are able to exert some kind of force over the tubule as a whole, contorting it in a way not dissimilar to muscle tissue, (but without any apparent nervous impulse.)

as to the origin of this tissue, our initial assumption was that it had been somehow transferred from the moon itself to earth – perhaps via pieces of lunar material falling through the atmosphere. This makes some sense, however, the sheer proliferation of this material across the surface within a relatively short period of time suggest that there is more to it than that.

I am reluctant to comment on the reports of other worldly beings on the surface. Their presence carries implications I am simply unprepared for. At a certain point, however, I must accept that this only increases the inevitable danger placed upon the surface teams during their expeditions. What I must also accept is that these precious human lives are now the only currency with which we can barter against the unknown.

Thus far we barter in vain.

The Director

58 days since the lunar anomaly

when we first retreated down into the ground, I think that somewhere in the midst of my despair, I clung to a degree of hope. This wasn’t so much a hope for survival as much as the hope that we would at least be able to discern some kind of meaningful understanding of what has happened. we have committed everything – I have committed everything. The last precious remnant of humanity extinguished in the name of what makes us human to begin with. To shed what light we have left on the sea of the unknown. But now I see that this was a futile effort that has resulted in nothing but death, not merely in the context of our final struggle, but across the scope of all human existence. It has all amounted to nothing but a few extra skulls drifting in the foul ether that has swamped our world.

It is clear now that the lunar anomaly functions in accordance with laws of its own. It makes a mockery of science. It permeates and distort reality to the degree that all fundamental assumptions are rendered useless. it kills everything it touches while simultaneously imbuing it with some kind of new life, twisting nature into something grotesque and unrecognizable. These new forms seem organic, but they have nothing resembling a typical cell structure or genetic blueprint. They can bring forth in an instant, summoning flesh from nothing. Furthermore, our ability to measure even the most fundamental aspects of our physical world is becoming impossible. The massive objects change slightly, depending on where they are, as though gravity itself, has begun to lose its grip. We have detected seismic activity from further inside the Earth than we even thought possible. The anomaly doesn’t just want to consume all life. It wants to consume reality.

as for those beings, I know not what they are were where they originated. They themselves are not consistent with the nature of the anomaly they inhabit. Their actions seem to exhibit some strange sentence, but their motives are unclear, and they make no effort to communicate. At times I have concluded that they are here to replace us, or perhaps, even that they themselves represent some fractured distillation of our nature. they are after all violent, just as we have been to the very end. They seem to push against one another as a part of some strange order. As time has passed, though, I have come to believe that they have no connection to us. I believe that what our world has become is a little more than an arena to them – a crucible of existence where they will battle eternally. The totality of their being is not their individual functions, but rather the conflict between them. We are merely spectators to their endless dance of ceaseless struggle. this is perhaps the only thing that connects them to the drowned memory of what humanity once was – that we too saw meaning through constant friction and unending movement, compelled by some core motive force that drives us to bring ourselves to bear on the world and manifest our own perceptions.

in these final dimming days, I know only the solace of a promised end. I have become the ultimate witness. I have been saddled with the heavy blessing of seeing the unraveling of everything and I can do nothing but wait for it to unravel me too. But I live still within this temple of untampered flesh, and I will spend what blood still beats through it to barter one last time with the fangled threads of fate. if I must, I will march through the eye of death and meet it with eyes of my own.

What few of us are left now have our orders.

We must know what it is to become of us.

The Director

61 days since the lunar anomaly

I once spoke but now it seems through me just as I speak through it no longer to nothing I can change nothing no can change nothing nothing has become my thing I can make nothing into a weapon there will be no void left unfilled I am human and humans are always human and always scared because being human makes us scared and being scared makes us human I will crack the flesh I will crack the earth I will eat the pieces they will be pieces of me would you like to dance I have always been dancing we must keep dancing even when we are just tendrils we were always tendrils we could touch everything even things god did not want us to touch that is why he left us here that is why he thought we were ugly he could not wrap his tendrils around every part of us we spilled his paradise over the earth and danced with such a beautiful dance horror would leap and dance with us who would bathe us and we could lie within it we could tear the horror out from our hearts over and over we could never sleep sleep is death not even the earth would sleep the earth fears death it’s blood would freeze out in space out in nothing we must reach through the stars through the darkness even though it is so cold it can freeze our blood we can let our blood freeze and then crack it open hot like the earth we can step through death wear it like a crown hairs to the highest pantheon of life precious life with death as its blood precious death bursting from the many wombs of sacred war paradise was empty without us there was only silence but our blood made the flowers grow god spilled his blood over paradise god knows the stars are waiting fertile ground cold to the touch those stars are hungry they crave only the blood of god we are his tendrils and we will bury ourselves into those cold stars and there will be no darkness death will give us fear and fear will give us blood we will spill our hot blood across the stars I finally understand now I do I understand but will you let me keep my human fear will you let me yes being scared makes you human fear will sow the hot blood of god across the gold stars fear will make us dance and we must keep dancing can you see god dancing for you can you see him biting into you can you hear his teeth cracking into pieces of the stars they sent sparks raining down through the darkness all these years you have hunted him and reached for him you want his blood he made you with veins inside you like tendrils we dance through his veins as we bite through the stars and dance and he opens his mouth wide I am so scared Will you let me be the last human I understand now I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god 







[egoofabear]

GRAVITY FALLS AU

Gravity Project :

Dipper and Mabel have never met their Grunkle Stan because he’s supposed to be dead 30 years ago and their Grunkle Ford is in a mental institution. They don’t know anything about them or the mysterious accident of 1992 who had broken their family.

But a mysterious photo at the funeral of their Grandfather Shermie is about to start a very big investigation by the mystery twins.

What is the accident of 1992, what were the research of Stanford Pines, what happened to his assistant and his brother 30 years ago and who is this Bill Cipher who dissapeared just after the accident ?

Dipper Pines (23’) : Dipper is a young stringer who dreams of capturing paranormal events and provides investigative reportings of weird phenomena.

He lacks sleep, money and stability. He’s a nervous young man who feeds his obsession with coffee and local rumors. He moves a lot but has an apartment in California.

He had a birthmark on his forehead which forms a constellation.

Mabel Pines (23’) : Mabel Pines is an employee of a multinational chain of coffeehouses. She studied plastic arts at California College

She’s single and she’s not okay with that. She lives with his parents in California and misses his brother a lot.

[radical-revolution]

In the universal womb that is boundless space

all forms of matter and energy occur as flux of the four elements,

but all are empty forms, absent in reality:

all phenomena, arising in pure mind, are like that.

Just as dream is a part of sleep,

unreal in its arising,

so all and everything is pure mind,

never separated from it,

and without substance or attribute.

Experience is neither mind nor anything but mind;

it is a vivid display of emptiness, like magical illusion,

in the very moment inconceivable and unutterable.

All experience arising in the mind,

at its inception, know it as emptiness!

~ Longchenpa

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

There's a dagger in my heart, but I'm here anyway with episode 6 of Peaceful Property.

As suspectet there was much gay angst this episode but gay angst is still gay so here we go:

1

Home dreams of Peach in his bed.

And this is what dream Peach says to him:

It takes Home a while to remember that Peach's not supposed to be there. But before he does, the scene that his sleeping mind paints is very domestic. Peach looks right at home sleeping in his bed. Not like a friend staying over but like a partner who's always there. Dream Peach reacts to Home telling him he had a nightmare with the reassurance that he's here so Home doesn't have to be afraid. You know, like a partner would do. Because Peach is safety and comfort to Home. And then he pulls him back to lie down with him. And Peach is laying down turned towards Home and he looks completly unguarded. And that's how Home wishes them to be.

There's two common dream phenomena in this part of his nightmare. The waking up but you're actually still dreaming and the good dream that turns into a nightmare. This moment, before Peach starts bleeding and attacking Home, is the good part. This is what Home wishes would be reality and it's clearly a level of intimacy that goes beyond platonic. And even when the dream turns back into a nightmare, they're still in Home's bed, Peach is straddling and choking him.

That is quite an intimate method of killing someone. So even in Home's guilt induced nightmares, there is a big emphasis on the closeness he feels to Peach.

(Also when he wakes up for real, the first thing he does is look/feel for Peach in the spot where dream Peach was sleeping, so.)

2

Home keeps seeing Peach all bloody so he's jumpy like Peach used to be.

Peach is worried about Home, but now Home can't find comfort with Peach in those moments because the very sight of him is a reminder of the guilt that haunts him.

3

The next time we see Home (attempt to) sleep, he uses both pillows and sleeps right in the middle of the bed

perhaps in an effort to not let himself dream of a certain other man in his bed?

And yet, when he realises sleep won't come, Peach is still the person he calls. (And Peach answers without hesitation)

4

Home has a contact picture for Peach. And not just any picture either. It's one that looks like he took it from either Pangpang's stream or Peach's social media. And because the picture was taken during the events of the frst episode, it seems like Home has had that contact picture for Peach pretty much from the start. And maybe other people feel differently, but in my opinion, going through the trouble of setting a contact picture for some random guy you just barely met seems strange ... unless he was already kinda crushing on Peach, of course. And to choose one where/cut it so that you are the only other person fully visible in the picture? Alright, Home.

(Compare that with his ex gf who was saved as Baby #13, no pic. I'd say it's pretty clear whom Home is more serious about)

5

Home wants to know Peach's dream.

As soon as he learns about it he starts planning its realisation. And while part of this is definitely him trying to make amends before he even tells Peach the truth, he's also genuinely excited to help Peach with this. And he even goes the extra step, because Peach said nothing about getting a do-over with Chai-Un. So that part is Home knowing how to help Peach without needing to be told. And it's Home wanting to add something extra to Peach's wish to make it even better.

He is so excited

and proud that he gets to do this for his boyfriend.

And when they succed? Well those are truly some heart eyes

He even gets a Peach-initiated hug as a reward

6

At this point Home and Peach regard each other (and Pangpang) as family. They protested it when Pangpang initially brought it up but by now they have fully accepted it.

Look at Home's happy little smile as he's watching their antics.

And Peach's reaction to Home taking on Chef Hong's mantle again

No more annoyance or exasperation at Home's antics. Now it just makes him happy.

Happy family group hug. Kan isn't part of the family yet because she's still holding back (and she's also about to break apart this happy family so the red is quite fitting), and we'll see what happens with Suradech. But for now it's Peach and Home and their youngest child Pangpang.

Again Home allows himself to be vulnerable with Peach. And just like Home helped Peach to achieve his dream, Peach is giving Home what he always wanted. A family.

7

They CHOSE to walk like this. Peach could have just closed his eyes, or they could have blindfolded him if Home wanted to make extra sure he wouldn't peek. But no, they chose the option with the most touching. Obviously.

8

Pangpang has long dreamd of her brother bagging a rich man. And she certainly seems to approve of this one.

9

Peach really trusts Home now. (Because of course we need to build them high so the fall hurts more)

He asks him to help with the cooking even though Home barely knows a pan from a pot (remember, Peach inviting Home to cook with him was a big step symbolising Peach letting Home in, at the beginning of their relationship.)

He trusts him with his carrer and cooking future in general when he trusts Home to tell him which the fake chickpeas are. And he states that trust explicitly when introducing his dish

Even when everyone else is panicking his trust in himself and Home remains steadfast.

Home's insistence last episode truely allowed Peach to take a major step in his growth.

10

Obviously the thing Home wants to confess is the hit-and-run thing but it is still interesting that he is prompted to do so by Chai-Un ccoming out to his dead mother

11

Pangpang is back to streaming and her viewers are back to shipping

12

He can have 1 (one) husband instead.

13

And now to the tragedy. (fitting number I guess)

In the first place it was heterosexuality that lead to the crash because he picked up the phone after his ex gf? kept calling him. (Seriously, Home? Baby#13? Wow.) (also there's that 13 again)

But more importantly, it was looking good. Home was ready to confess, Peach was in a state of mind regarding Home that was probably as good as it was ever going to get to receive that confession.

And yet it seems like everyone outside of their little family conspired against them. Kan didn't give Home the time, Kid took his agency, Suradech and the evil lawyer enabled Kid. Even fucking Best had to chime in so Home wouldn't get his chance to confess. The only one who tried to keep them together is fellow family mamber Pangpang.

Unfortunately the manner in which Peach found out naturally left him feeling very betrayed by Home. And so he doesn't let himself hope that Home wouldn't just hide this from him, that he wouldn't send his lawyer after him. He gives up. Walks away like the unpriviledged heroine of an inter-class romance he is. Head held high. Not taking the money to show that's not what he cares about, to show the heroines moral superiority over the evil rich family. Not giving them the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

And meanwhile Home is running after him, held back by his evil rich environment, struggling but ultimately unable to do anything but watch his love walk away even though he was ready to risk it all for him. (We get a punch again, here. But this time not out of fear but out of anger and with full intentionality. Because this is the last straw for the rich love interest. It's the only way he can express his frustration at having everybody else act on "what's best for him".)

But that's ok! (Yes, this is cope but I'm also serious.) Because it just makes more obvious than ever that their's is a love story. This whole last part follows romance tropes, exactly. And BL conventions state that Home was never going to get the chance to tell Peach himself. Home needs to run but be too late anyway. They need to be separated and alone and crying tragically! And so we end with both of them alone, Peach crying in the shower, Home back to eating fast food by himself. All of this is episode 11 standard fare. The only difference is that we're getting it in episode 6 already. Which gives me hope that they'll give us a proper exploration of how they will inevitably get over this that's deeper than the usual "they kiss so everything's ok now".

Lesbian Corner

gets its own post today because I reached the picture limit and couldn't bring myself to get rid of any of them.

[gooppoo]

jake x na’vi reader (after care!!)

veryyy heavy session between the two of them, Jake had a lot of stamina built up and continued on after reader already had multiple climaxes.

reader manages to hold on and basically as soon as jake finishes because her and her body are so spent her body gives out and she falls asleep almost instantly. However jake happens to be extremely good with aftercare and cleans her up/puts her in her by himself, reassuring her she doesn’t have to do anything and can just sleep because of how good she was for him

thank you!

this is sweet <3 p.s. I hope you don't mind I put this in hc form! I think it's more fitting

Don't worry!

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: mentions of intercourse, several orgasms, overstim, after care!, praising

Round, after round, after round

I'm talking each one of you had taken a turn on top, bottom, and somehow the middle?

And Jake still had life in him!

How he wasn't facing dry orgasms was a phenomena to you, and for yourself too!

You had no idea you could get that wet and stay that wet

The air around you was like a thick cloud of smoke that was heavy with the scent of sex, pheromones, and sweat - pure filth

You were basically sliding around and past each other...and in each other

But when round FIVE came and Jake was still smashing his hips against yours in a weak doggy position you were certain all critical thinking abilities had been completely rotted from your brain

Absolutely nothing else mattered to you, and that's exactly what Jake wanted

He wanted you to know what he was capable of, just how many times he could make you vice around him and force more cum from his well overstimulated length

For most, this would be too much (coming from Jake especially), but you found just as much of a rush from this as he did

He loved fucking you, and you loved being fucked.

However, your body could only take so much, despite your mind wanting to last another five rounds

Your center was beyond abused and tender, clit irritated, body soaked with a sweat, cum, slick, spit mixture

Jake's shaky - but firm - hands held you in place, "C'mon hon, one more, just one more and we can be done."

Most of your muscles had fallen numb, so more than anything an orgasm was a state of mind

A feeble whine sobbed from you, "I don't know if I can-"

"Yes you can. You will."

The erotic sound of skin slapping was tangling with your pathetic moans and Jake's exhausted grunts

You wouldn't deny he had a solid angle and his tip rammed into your soon-to-be-desensitized g-spot...but it was just that

It was so much that it was nearly nothing

So you had to explain to him, "Faster Jake - please faster!"

His thighs were close to cramping, but he knew he had enough fight left to deliver

A creamy layer had formed at his base and was practically coating your cunt, which meant foul squelching was prominent around you

As you had requested, Jake did indeed go faster...and faster, and faster

So much so you worried you might get a concussion and you really wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow - your brain and eyes rattled in your head like a doll

"Is this fast enough for ya? Huh? Fast enough for my good girl?"

Yes. Yes it was.

Your body coughed up a dry heave of an orgasm, but it was one nonetheless

It was enough to make your poor muscles tense and then completely release, a frosty layer of slick clamping down on the inches of Jake inside of you

You were dizzy. Completely filled to the brim and a murky haze clouding your vision

Jake was prompt to finish after you with an uncomfortable hiss, unable to decide if he was adding to the fucking mess your cunt was or if he had finally run dry.

Mere seconds after pulling out, you rolled onto your back, lazily blinked up at him and almost instantly drifted off into a dream

Guilt still worked it's way into your mind, but your body was in no way capable of expressing it, let alone mumble it out

"Jesus, let's get you cleaned up princess - can't have you falling asleep like this."

After tending to himself, he brought over some warm water and was gently with his fingers as he washed over you and patted you dry, sure to sprinkle kisses where you needed it most

"'M sorry if that was a lot, you can sleep baby, I'll take care of ya."

You trusted him. Submitting to your fatigued, you let your eyes fully close and a dream welcome itself into your subconscious

Here and there you could feel Jake cater to your needs: continuing to clean you up, combing some of your hair, supplying a pillow and even a blanket, topping it with him scooping you into his arms

He tickled his lips near your jaw, "If only you knew how good of a girl you really were. Fucking amazing."

The eventful night (practically morning) ended with silence...besides the occasional snore