#having all his overwhelming strength used to hurt people he loves without his consent? fucked up!! that would definitely stay in his mind

[sunsage]

He jerks awake, takes in gulps of air as his brain catches up with his surroundings again. His hands (cold, unnaturally so for him, and shaking but not covered in blood like in the dream), feel around the bed but find nothing other than bunched up sheets. He's alone tonight. Probably for the best. He doesn't really enjoy the thought of being seen like this.

The bed feels uncomfortably cold and overwhelmingly hot at the same time (not to mention damp with sweat) so Wukong wraps the blanket around his shoulders and heads for the door. The night is freezing - literally - but he ignores it, sits at the chilly steps and breathes deeply. It helps with the nervous staticky feeling stuck under his skin as the rest of him gets numb with the cold.

Looking down at his phone Wukong scrolls though his contacts, hovers over Gabriel's name. The image of him bleeding out at his feet is still fresh in his mind and he wants to do something stupid like call and ask if everything's alright or if he can come over.

This kind of dream isn't exactly new. It got worse in the months after Lady Bone Demon's possession and worse still after the time spent in the scroll (and that experience also gave him all kinds of other nightmares to choose from). Most of the time it's Xiaotian being torn apart by his hands. Sometimes it's Macaque. And the little girl who was forced to be the vessel to the cursed spirit, more than once. Mei made an appearance a couple times - though he more often dreams of her killing him, which is just as uncomfortable as it sounds. And sometimes it's other people. And today it's-

He takes a deep breath and holds it in until his lungs prickle with the cold before exhaling. Opens up the messages, looks over their last conversation (he sent a gif of two cats headbutting, titled 'us' and got a cute emoji in reply). The messaging app tells him Gabriel was online twenty minutes ago. It doesn't fully rid him of the discomfort pooling deep in his gut but it will have to do.

It will have to do.

[qqueenofhades]

Trump's SCOTUS pick scares the ever loving shit out of me. I'm trying not to have a full blown panic attack actually.

Sigh. I know.

I’m not going to say that picking someone literally, un-exaggeratedly out of The Handmaid’s Tale for SCOTUS, especially to replace someone like RBG, isn’t mother fucking terrifying. It is.  Especially since Mitch McConnell is trying to set her final confirmation vote for October 29, literally five days before the election. Yes indeed, that would be a third Supreme Court seat filled by an impeached president who lost the popular vote by three million votes, (possibly) confirmed by Republican enablers (some of whom are absolutely going to lose their seats in this election) who represent a sizeably smaller fraction of the US population than their Democratic counterparts, in a display of outright, staggering, truly breathtaking hypocrisy about the protocol of election-year vacancies on SCOTUS, which they themselves shouted about to no end with Merrick Garland in 2016. This is how tyranny by minority rule works, and... yeah. It’s bad. It’s awful. When is this going to end.

That said, however: we do not yet exist in this theoretical grimdark future where some dystopian 6-3 (or even 7-2) conservative SCOTUS strips us of our rights at every turn, with no recourse except for us to sit passively and take it, and there are a lot of things that we ourselves can do between now and then to make sure that it never happens. First off, House Democrats have proposed a bill to introduce 18-year term limits for SCOTUS justices, rather than it being an automatic lifetime appointment. This would also give every president the ability to appoint two justices per four-year term. Because SCOTUS has become such an instrument of partisan warfare, and because the obvious implications of having a partisan head of state pick the senior federal judges for a lifetime is part of what has fucked us up now, this would be a GREAT improvement. House Dems can’t make it into law right now, because Democrats do not hold a majority in both chambers of Congress and they do not hold the presidency. You know how this COULD be passed? If Joe Biden was elected with a blue House and Senate. That way, even if God forbid the GOP horror show snuck Coney Barrett onto the bench just before the election, this could be fixed.

Here’s another way to think about it. I myself have a HUGE problem with catastrophizing: a bad thing happens, and then it seems like an inevitable chain of nonstop bad things until everything gets irredeemably, unfixably even worse. This year, obviously, has not done much to help that, because yes, the bad things keep coming. But they’re still individual events and have not yet crystallized into some unbreakable, unavoidable future. History is made up of thousands of millions of choices, accidents, unforeseen developments, total random bullshit, and much more, as much or more as it is made up by the macro-scale actions of oligarchs. Obviously, globalization and capitalism have made us all more connected to each other, and thus changes to the system can ripple more broadly, but they are not the only people who make history. If there’s one thing I can tell you as a historian, it’s this: the future is just history that hasn’t been made yet, and it is subject to the exact same unpredictable bullshit that has constituted history throughout, well, history. Nothing is unavoidable and we have never existed in a world where we can’t do anything at all. Also, authoritarian regimes (especially those imposed without the consent of the people -- willing subjection to authoritarianism is one thing, but the other, yeah) have a relatively short shelf life, historically speaking. That won’t help all of us who could be hurt right now (though we can STILL fight back and speak up and help our neighbors), but it’s the truth. Authoritarian rule (especially when it’s not balanced by economic security, which sure as hell isn’t happening right now) can last for a while, sure. But it is always its own worst enemy, and it will always be ended. How that ends is a choice we can make.

This isn’t the “get out on the streets and Start The Glorious Revolution!!!” nonsense that the armchair internet leftists, none of whom are actually starting a glorious revolution or doing anything except bitching on Twitter about how Biden and Trump are alike, are fond of. This is an active choice to realize that there are always things you can do, that there are things you can do right now, and one of them, most obviously, is voting. This mess was all completely goddamn avoidable if people had voted for Hillary Clinton in 2016. But well, they didn’t, and we get one last shot to fix this by democratic process. Trump is already openly setting up to contest the election results/try to invalidate them/throw out ballots. This is all old-school fascism. This is what is happening. He is counting on another razor-thin margin of votes that he can then contest in his hand-picked SCOTUS; he wants another Bush v. Gore very, very badly. The only way to blow away any legitimacy for anything like this is to vote in such overwhelming numbers that there’s no question of Biden’s victory, no need to wait for mail-in ballots (another reason the GOP has been trying so hard to destroy the post office) or anything else. At heart, Trump is a coward. He’s also an egomaniac. If it comes to stepping aside peacefully or being dragged out of the White House by the FBI for everyone to laugh at for the rest of time, hmm, I doubt he’s going to go for that. (And if he does, well, I will also savor the sight of him in handcuffs for all eternity.) However, that doesn’t mean the GOP machine won’t TRY, because Trump is not just Trump, but is his entire miserable cabal of enablers. I have written my fingers raw about how badly people need to vote. This is literally your last chance to do it.

I’ve seen a lot of the-sky-is-falling, we’re-doomed, they-have-the-votes-so-don’t-even-bother handwringing in the last few days. To some degree, yes. We all feel doomed. We have all been asked to find strength to deal with massive and unending waves of terrifying bullshit past anyone’s normal capacity, and we’re tired. We want it to end. But it’s SO CLOSE to ending, if we can all just get out and vote for Joe Biden in massive numbers on November 3 (or if your state has early voting, sooner; BANK YOUR VOTE). That’s such an easy thing to do. Nothing is set in stone. We can still fix things and make it so, you know, we’re not living in a fascist state ruled by Gilead. (And besides, all this Chicken Little rhetoric is super easy for the Russian troll farms to exploit. Don’t listen to it. Shut it down. Reject it.)

They want you to think you’re powerless. You’re not.

They want you to think this will never end. It will. We decide how.

They want you to think this is a foregone conclusion and you should just go back home and let it happen. You don’t have to.

They want you to think your vote doesn’t matter. It does.

They want you to think your rights are gone. They’re not.

They want you to think this future is inevitable.

IT’S NOT.

Hang in there.

Lots of hugs.

[loveislattes]

NSFW Alphabet - The Author

These are all personal opinions of mine. Of course, others might see it differently, but I hope you all enjoy the read no matter what!

(Re-post! The original got removed because I had an actual sex gif in here, so now there’s just a link!)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

While he can be quite an asshole, he understands that you need him after sex, especially since he tends to be pretty intense. He won’t hesitate to pull you into his chest and make you lay there until you’re practically pushing him away and complaining. Only when you complain or tease him, does he really feel you’ve recovered.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

No doubt, his favorite part of his body is his arms and hands. He loves to flex them and show off his strength any time he can, and of course, his hands create the beautiful work that is his narrations.

His favorite part of his lover is their mouth. Whether it’s their quick wit and sarcastic responses or his name falling from their lips, he loves it. He loves seeing their soft lips curve into a gentle smile when he makes them laugh, and can’t get enough of them moaning his name when he’s wrecking them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s never ashamed to come all over his lover. On their ass, thighs, face, inside them, he doesn’t care. Whether it's seeping out of them or showing proudly against their skin, he considers it a claim.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets off on fear. While he’d never hurt his lover beyond what they agree to, he’s not above threatening to do it. The fear in their eyes, the shaking of their body, it all makes him that much more excited.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The author is plenty experienced. From his dashing good looks to his smooth words and powerful aura, people with a masochistic or submissive tendency flock to him. It doesn’t hurt that when he’s having a dry spell, he can invite someone looking for a similar situation into his realm of the world.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

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G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Author is as serious in bed as he is out, not very often prone to laughter unless something extremely ridiculous happens.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed and cleaned up, and he requests his lover to do the same.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Author is very serious and almost overwhelming. Passionate and wild are the best words to describe him when he wants you. You can tell by the look he gets on his face when his mind has shifted into intimacy territory.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off once a day, at least, if he’s unable to have you that day, but he’s quick and flippant about it; using it for more of a quick-release rather than taking the time to enjoy it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM; He is a dom in all aspects and absolutely requires submission out of his lover.

Breathplay; He’s skilled and careful in this kink, but adores the look of fear and elation it evokes in his lover.

Consensual nonconsent; He loves the thrill of the chase and a fight. He wants to feel that rush of power and dominance over his lover, but once he hears your safe word, all bets are off and he’s back to the man you love and care for.

Predator/Prey; Falling under the consensual noncon, he adores the chase. Whether it's through the house or the woods, his adrenaline gets pumping into overdrive by chasing, catching, and pinning his lover into submission.

Name-calling; You’ll be his little whore, slut, cum princess, whatever dirty name he feels like calling you at the moment. He is cautious if you have certain trigger words and respects not using them if you request it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. As long as he has the space to twist you into whatever position he wants, he’s fine. Against the wall, on the floor, on the counters, against a tree; everything is fair game to him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As stated above in kinks, submission and resistance turn him on like no other. Whether he’s getting his way with his willing lover or tracking them down to fuck them into submission, he thrives off the power play.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He absolutely refuses to ever sub. Gentle sex is usually a turn off for him as well, so it’s a once in a very great while act.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. He wants to see you on your knees, hands behind you back, taking his cock like the good little slut you are as he listens to you moan and choke and gag until he comes in your mouth; enough for it to flow down your chin as you can’t swallow fast enough.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, 24/7. The only slow he will ever engage in is when denying your orgasm, which is not often. He wants to hear you screaming, hear how his body slaps yours, hear how his hand connects with your ass beautifully in the act.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s completely fine with a quickie, seeing as he’s used to fucking his lover so roughly their head might spin. Got to leave for work in thirty minutes? He’ll take ten to fuck you against the door of your car as you’re heading out. Have company over? He’ll sneak you into the back room and fuck you on the washer while covering your screams with his hand.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Author engages in very many risks. From brutal sex to consensual non-consent play, he likes to take it to the edge, but he is very careful and practiced in what he does. He would never endanger your life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last a fair bit longer than most men, but nothing extremely abnormal. Fifteen minutes to one hour is his usual, depending on how much time he has with his lover. He can go one to two rounds at a time but would be ready for more in an hour or so after.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t feel the need for toys. He won’t object if you bring one and ask to use it, but he won’t let it be a regular occurrence.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While he can do a fair amount of teasing, he’s much more likely to get down to business, unable to control himself once at a certain point.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud, incredibly loud, but it’s mostly feral growling and groaning, mixed in with degrading names and demanding phrases. Once in awhile his lover’s name will add to the fray.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes it rough, and he knows just how to balance his lover right on the edge of pain and pleasure. He delights in the way their body fights to get away and as close as possible to him at the same time. He doesn't mind pain in return, such as biting his neck or scratching at his back. The more animalistic, the better.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slightly over average in length and much thicker than average, he is hung to please the pickiest of lovers but not harm them with his size.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has quite the high sex drive but keeps it in check for his lover.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He falls asleep quite easily, more so when it was a strenuous session, and you’re cuddled up to his side as he drifts off. He’d never admit it to anyone else.

[syndianites]

The Consequences of Your Actions Chapter 6

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: Vampire AU! Dianite has had many lovers over the years. Some were mere playthings, meant to pass the time. Others were passionate loves, a fire raging until their inevitable demise. Very few were of the immortal variety, most searching for a power grab, others enthralled by his image. One was different, one was special. And he’d be damned if he was going to let him slip away.

AN: Okay, I told myself there would be pain, Tom playing with his vampy powers, and Tucker? Gotta stay to that… gotta… stay to that. No tangents. Already thinking of some. Carp.

@theshadowlord @syndcates @maiatanfallan-arts @maiatan-fallan 

Chapter 6

The sun was creeping further into the alley, its path arcing to see into it. But Dianite couldn’t bring himself to move. His arms were cradling his young lover, the anxious look on his face complemented by the subtle shaking of his form. He wanted so badly to right the wrongs for him, to do anything to make him feel better. But all he could offer now was his comfort, arms wrapped around him and fingers threading through his hair. It was aggravating.

He contemplated trying a series of short ‘jumps’, (really, it was teleportation, but it was too wimpy to be considered such. But the very ability to move oneself in any way was beyond impressive.), to get them away from the sunlight and into the security of their home. But he wasn’t sure how well the nearby humans would take that. Two people just appearing from thin air.

Burying his face in Tom’s hair, he sighed. “You know we can’t stay here.” His lover pulled his head away with a grimace. “Well,” he started, eyes drifting to the side, “I can’t just let Alice stay like that.” His gaze hardened, jaw set. “She needs help.” Locking eyes with the god he fell into a whisper, “But I don’t know how to help her.”

The Lord set his head back against the wall. Tom couldn’t stay out here, especially if he had been through Shadow territory. If he was connecting the dots correctly, Alice has been corrupted. And if she was corrupted, Tom spending too much time near her could lead to harsh consequences. As much as he knew Tom loved his sister, he was afraid he would have to let her go sometime. Dianite wasn’t sure he wanted to see that happen so soon.

Setting a soft kiss on his forehead, willing the wrinkles forming there away, he tried to send a sense of calm to the fledgling. By the begrudging way his shoulders relaxed, it seemed to have worked to some degree. “How about this,” Dianite mumbled against his skin, “We’ll go home and sleep off the rest of this wretched day. Then when it comes time to rise once more, we’ll look into this disease filtering through the area. I’ll try my best to find the best way to cure it, even though our resources are limited. And you, you will do your best to stay in the building, preferably near me. But,” he broke off with a sigh, “If you really can’t stop your free spirit from wandering once more, please just take someone with you? If I’m not terribly caught up in work, I’d be more than happy to go with you.”

Tom stared up at his love, going slightly cross-eyed. “How do you know it’s a disease?” The fledgling himself had felt little effect of the strange essence that seemed to float in the air over there. He had assumed the very ground had become tainted, and that was pulling and twisting the people within it. But could it be a disease spreading? Dianite frowned for a moment, moving back to see his beloved clearer, “I don’t. Most of what I know comes from the information provided by our look outs. However, it is worrisome that they didn’t know that this was coming here, and that they haven’t reported in almost a week.” Biting his lip, he pondered what could have happened to them. Tony and Josh were rather capable, but who knows what the Shadows could have pulled on them? They did report some figures being more intelligent than others.

Looking down at the man in his arms, he resolutely decided one thing: The Shadows were not going to touch his beloved. Standing up, he began to drag his lover home.

~

He was not panicking. Oh no. Tucker was very calm, the textbook definition of it. Sure, maybe they had fucked up their schedule a bit, and it was later in the day then they had planned. Maybe sunset was much closer than they could afford, but surely, they would have enough sunlight to creep through without problem? It wasn’t like there would be anyone head hunting a group of fledglings who were caught as unaware as they were?

Marco, on the other hand, was freaking the fuck out. Not that Tucker was getting more freaked out by it. No, no, no. Just because Marco was good at keeping it together, didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to have his breakdowns. And if they offset the rest of the group a little, I totally didn’t affect Tucker. Now if Hannah stopped asking him if he was okay, they could be well off right now, much closer to their destination than they were.

They were just going from west to north, a rather easy six miles. Sure, it was a bitch to walk on foot, especially with the sun tauntingly burning through their clothes. But it could be worse. They could be hunted down by angry Easterners, who were ready to avenge the bf of their Lord. Oh wait.

Tucker discreetly snuck a glance behind him, hoping the brim of his hat hid his eyes from his companions. Barely half a mile back, he had noticed steps almost mirroring theirs. It was strange to think about, but his enhanced hearing picked up on patterns rather well. (It wasn’t overly unique, but most fledglings couldn’t harness this until quite a number of years post change, the overwhelming sensation of their overpowered senses masking the ability). Though there wasn’t any particularly long pattern, the repeated motions caught his hearing. He hoped the others hadn’t noticed.

As it was, they had made it roughly four and a half miles. At five, Jordan promised that he would have people set to escort them the rest of the way. If his group could make the last bit of distance, they would be in the clear. But it was evident by the antsy movements he could vaguely pick up that they might not have that long. And as they approached a rather long strip of shade, he was proven right.

The only warning he received was the sudden rush of one set of footsteps, followed by the rest. He barely managed to hiss out, “Run!” before he was tackled to the ground. Hannah, already pulling a younger vampire away at a dead sprint spared a sorrowful glance at him before disappearing around the corner, the rest of their group following. Though he considered fighting his captors, a quick sweep around those still gathered around him made him just give in.

Only one had pursued his ragtag group, and he told each exactly where to go. They would be fine, so long as the one person running after them didn’t catch any. As for him? Lord have mercy.

~

Tom was trying his best. He had patiently snuggled up against Dia, adding what he could to his work. His love was researching this shitty corruption for him, though he was sure it had some benefit to his general worries, and he was determined to be a good little fledgling for him.

But even in his general comfort with Dia right there, was just so bored. Reading was a pain, as sometimes the letters would play tricks on him, deciding to be something different than they were, or his head just hurt with the amount of words he had to process. Who knew someone could make such lengthy reports. (Granted, he had seen Dia’s, and the Lord was definitely not one for them). He shifted with a little grumble.

Glancing over the mess of paper before them, Tom finally consented to his need to be doing something. Turning to peck Dia’s cheek, he slid out of his grip, not missing the pout the Lord sent his way. With a chuckle, he set about finding Nade.

It was well into the night, and he wanted to check out the city in his new night vision he heard vampires had. (He hoped that wasn’t some bogus legend, and actually a thing. It was hard to tell in the building). Many of the Dianite following loved to enthrall him with stories of amazing powers they had, from the various forms of pyrokinesis, to the super speed and strength (in comparison to humans), to some more individual ones, like being able to turn into smoke, or being able to see long distances. Those powers were random at best, downright impossible to tell what you would get.

And, well, he had promised Nade that they could check out whatever bullshit powers he got. First, they would try to see what kind of pyrokinesis he got. (It seemed inevitable for one of Dianite’s fledglings to get something relating to it, even if it was the opposite, like for Nade). Then, they could see if he got anything cool and special. (Tom made his friend promise to help get used to the weird enhanced senses and strength and shit, he was born human after all).

So when Tom walked into the more personalized office area, one meant for special ops and related people, Nade looked eyes with him immediately. The man threw him a smile, and gave a nod to his partners, who mostly rolled their eyes at him. Skipping over to Tom, he excitedly queried, “Are we going to test your powers now?” The fledgling nodded, reverently leading the way to elevator. Selecting one of the basement floors, they happily conversed through the ride.

“It would be so cool if you got the weird as fuck anti heat power I got. Then we could be day lighters together!” Nade was very set on the idea of not being alone in the sun. While it sounded cool, Tom decided the ability to set people on fire would be more fun. The two stepped out on the B08 floor, one designated for training whatever the fuck your powers were. Specifically, the floor for testing unstable powers. (For the most part, the only difference was extra padding and less expensive material. There once was a vampire who accidentally let out a sonic wave they didn’t know they had the ability for. Many things had to be replaced that day).

Striding into one of the empty rooms, Nade announced, “The most important question is can you make fire?” He picked up a block of wood from the corner stash, grunting as he dropped it a few feet in front of Tom. “So how I was told to do fire was to focus on making things hot. Well, it didn’t really work for me, because of obvious reasons, but I’ve heard it works for most people!” Stepping away from the target, her gestured to it. “Try it.”

With a frown, Tom stared intently at it, imagining it on fire. Nothing. Grumbling, he tried imagining it getting hotter, before sparking into flames. Nada. With an aggravated sigh, he focused on each fiber feeling heat, before crumbling to it, fire erupting from the weakened wood. This continued for about five minutes when Nade waved it off. “It’ll probably take some getting used to. I’m sure Dianite can explain it better.” If he was worried about his lack of progress, he didn’t show it.

Clapping his hands together, he continued, “We probably should go over the basic features of being a vampire, but that’s boring. Instead, we can search for your special thing!” He was silent for a moment, before slowly telling him, “I guess the best way to think about it is this, let your mind be quiet. I know, that’s going to be hard. But let your mind be quiet and reach out. Go farther than your Sire bond, then any bond you feel with anyone. Feel for something just on the brink of your mind, something that you didn’t know was there. And, I don’t know, grab it I guess? Try to get a grip on it.”

Skeptically following Nade’s instructions, he tried to block out the sounds around him. HE was painfully aware of their slow heartbeats, the unnatural rhythm. With a deep breath, he tried to focus beyond them. Though he was aware of more sound, he found himself feeling something else. Closing his eyes he focused on it. Faint thoughts filtered into his mind, and he understood what he reached, his Dire bond.

Rolling his shoulders, he lingered a moment before moving on, a small twinge of discomfort as he left the bond behind. For a while, all he could perceive was his immediate surroundings, though they seemed distant now. But then he brushed against something else. It gave off an unnatural, new sensation. And he grabbed it.

~

The world around her was broken, the lights and darks clashing horribly. She couldn’t remember when someone had last visited. It was hard to remember who even. Was it her fiancé, back from his business trip early? Or had it been her brother, concerned with how she missed out on their lunch? Someone had been here, but she couldn’t recall who. Weren’t there more than one the last time? Maybe.

Thinking too much hurt. The contrasting world around her gave her a headache, the sounds an eerie lullaby to her tired mind. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she was aware that this wasn’t a good thing. Sleeping now could prove fatal, but she was just… tired. The days had blurred together, and she didn’t think she had ate at all. Perhaps sleeping would be for the best.

Someone was screaming at her to stop, stop, stop. Her eyes drooped. A shadow leaned over her. It stroked her cheek, a low chuckle sounding from it. “It’s okay, you can sleep. I know your tired. It’ll be all better when you wake up later. You’ll feel better, promise.” The voice, a soothingly light tone, was so inviting, but the screaming was still there. Why wouldn’t it go away? The mystery voice, sounding of a woman, cooed at her. She let her eyes fall shut. A couple minutes wouldn’t hurt. How long would she really be out before she couldn’t help but get back up from hunger?

As she let herself fall into slumber, her heart wrenched at the sound of sobs, broken and desolate. They sounded so familiar, but why? Who was crying, why? She wanted to help, really, but how could she help in such a tired state? She vowed to help the crying person when she woke up. Hopefully they felt a little better by then. Hopefully, she would too.

Once she slipped off into dream world, she missed the shriek that fought to be heard by a persistent cackling from the figure. “Sleep tight,” it whispered, moving towards her, “You’ll need the energy for when I take you for a spin.”

(AN: not so subtle foreshadowing! Any guesses as to what Tom’s Super Special TM power is? :D hopefully its not cliché, and somewhat fits with the general Dianitee thing. Maybe. I was going to do one thing, but that was too Ianite, and I figured it be best to reign it in a little more. I promised some hurt, and kinda gave it? Some fluff slipped in. Ooops)