#i have also had a dream where i felt like someone was trying to suffocate me or sit on my chest and i woke up with the covers on my face

[thehoneyedsoul]

Does anyone else get demonic encounter dreams? I get them once in a blue moon, but last night's/this morning's dream was a bit different than what I've experienced in the past because I felt like my back was being scratched up in real life. Now, it could've been my cat bothering me while I was having that dream, but I'm unsure since there's no visible scratch marks that I can see. Either way, it's weird..

These encounters I have in my dreams...I usually never see the "demon" or evil creature but I feel their presence. It's kind of like I'm in a void or a very dark room and I can just sense them. My dream self has to repeat various phrases, anything from "begone", "get thee gone", "the power of Christ compels you", "you hold no power here", or anything along those lines over and over and over again (while my dream self is terrified) that it becomes sort of a mantra and I wake up.

I will say I wasn't too particularly scared this time around, which is surprising, but the fact that it felt like I was being scratched did add a different factor to the dream.

[thedivinetarot]

Chakras check-in

All about your chakras current energy and blockages

☆How to chose the perfect pile for you?

Okay, Take a deep breathe. Close your eyes, clear your mind and ask the question in your head. You can ask your spirit guides to guide for the information that is meant for you.

☆ Who this reading applies for?

- All people there's nothing specific.

- If you are not into spirituality don't read.

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- I felt very called to do this reading even though there's another reading that is almost ready but I chose to do this because I felt like my intuition is drawn to it.

- Put on the seat belt because this is going to be a long reading.

Pile 1 - Bunny nose 🐇

Your current energy:

Hello pile 1, how are you? I hope your are doing good. Right off the bat I think that you may (in the past) had a rough childhood where there was not enough financial stability. I see that you went through poverty and now you are trying to recover from it. This piles energy is very strong, swift and young. Also I feel like I'm intimidated, you intimidate people pile 1 I feel the dread all of sudden. You may look scary? Or your appearance make people uncomfortable? People may have claimed that you are intimidating and your aura is so frightening. I see that you may be young or your energy is young I'm picking up on someone between 17 to 30? The age is not important but it could resonates. I don't know I feel intimidated and in awe of you I feel also suffocated, do you have respiratory issues pile 1? Tell me in the comments. Anyways, back to the reading; I feel also that my mind suddenly went blank. I feel like I wanted to say soooo much things and it all went blank. You may have trouble in concentrating, I feel also that some of you suffer from sudden panic attacks. Okay, I feel like some of you are very unhappy with how things are in your home. Your family is so annoying or they interfere with your life a little bit too much. I see that you feel unhappy with them and some of you are quite talented. You are a master manifestor pile 1. You can manifest your dreams, I see also that after the energy have gone (I mean the intimidation) I felt warm. Maybe this is your personality. You may frighten people at first and when they warm up to you they feel warm. I see that you are someone who is very skillful, I see that you are creative, enthusiastic, and determined. You may feel very stimulated in philosophical conversations, I see that you may like debates that aim to change people's points of view. I'm sensing major INTJ, ENTP vibe. Unapologetically scary, sassy and smart too. I'm sensing that some of you already live far away from their family. You may be a college student living in dorms and doing their own things. (The energy is so intense omg).

Confirmation placements for you:

Taurus, Sagittarius, Pisces, gemini, Venus in taurus. Mars in sagittarius or mars dominant, neptune, uranus, mercury dominant. Sun or moon in the 2nd, 3rd, 9th, 12th house.

Your crown chakra

Well, I see that some of you are atheist and if not then you may have lost faith in God. Pile 1 you have a spiritual gift and you are connected to God more than you think. God always listen to you and God give you updates too but you are unaware of them. I feel like whenever your intuition tell you something you think that it is pure crab and you think it is just your inner dialog. But it is more than that! Pile 1 I see that God or universe is trying to heal you so it send you a very sweet and caring spirit guide. Your guide loves you and want you to know that no matter how much you deny its existence they'll always be there to guide you. They are telling you that they want to show you the magic or manifestation, they always listen to you talking and rambling about stuff and they want me to tell you that "be careful of what you say because it will come true". They also want you to listen to the updates given to you and never ignore them.

Your third eye chakra

I told you pile 1, you may be clairvoyance. Because your third eye is open and the energy is flowing through it. But the problem is your connection to the universe or God, you need to balance the crown chakra in order for you to get regular updates and guidance from the universe. I see also that because your third eye is open you can see through people. Some of you may see auras and if not them you can see through people's intentions.

Your throat chakra

Your throat chakra is blocked. I see that you may have a crush on someone but you are too discouraged by approaching them and telling them how you feel. I see also that you may have problems in vocalizing what you want during intimacy because you are afraid that your partner or crush or bf won't help or care about you. I see that some of you at first think that romance is cringe but when you warm up to someone...you show them how you truly feel. You need time to heal this chakra but it will be worth it. For some of you (not all) want to get married so bad because you feel so lonely and you want someone to be in your life. But you are hesitant to tell anyone because of that blockage. See how blocked chakras affect our life? You need to heal it.

Your heart chakra

Hmmm, I see that you are too attached to the idea of love and not love itself. You may have toxic attachment and you don't know how to deal with it. I see that you do not take serious practical steps to heal them but instead you cage your heart and build WALLS around it so you don't get hurt. I see also that you may have been disappointed a lot in love and relationships. Some of you got betrayed from your friends and due to this; your heart chakra got blocked too. I see that you may go for unconventional relationships just because you don't want to be vulnerable and because of this that relationship probably end up and it is just a shallow connection. Like you see that one person who want love sooo bad but they are too afraid to let someone in? That's what I'm seeing. You may even rationalize your feelings because they are too cringe.

Your Solar plexus chakra

I see that your self esteem is swaying between I'm that confident b*tch/motherf*cker and I will never be enough. But regardless, you have inner faith because you believe in yourself and your own potential. No matter how much you have been hurt and discarded you'll always get on your feet stronger. Love will heal you, I see that you may be someone who feels very happy and confident when their partner complement them. Also you have a duality to yourself, sometimes you are confident and happy other times you are just so gloomy and sad. Also you know when to give and when to take you have boundaries and you believe in them. I don't feel like this chakra is blocked more likely you need to work on your self esteem so you can have a strong foundation.

Your sacral chakra

You may be young as the energy check told me. But anyways, I feel like you are someone who is very creative and at the same time you may channel your sexual energy into art or work it out. I see also that your sexual needs aren't being met. In other words you may be single since birth or chronically single. I see that this chakra is not blocked but the thing is you may be someone who is ashamed of their sexual or you may consider things like sex as something sinful or bad. Sometimes, your sexual energy take the best out of you. I see that because you refuse to acknowledge your needs you end up rushing to the bathroom or your room to touch yourself and end of story. You may have a lot of sexual energy but you try soo hard to ignore it.

Your root chakra

I see that you may be someone (because in the energy check, you suffered from your family) so now you feel like you don't belong anywhere. I see that you believe that you need to diplomatic and smart when dealing with people and sometimes you doubt their intentions because your crown chakras energy is unacknowledged also you have a lot of anxiety and pessimism of who is going to treat you right and who won't. People here are quite unsure of where they want to belong and above this, there's this view that life is only black. You look at life realistically to the point of melancholy which is not so good for your mental health. Also you have trust issues, you tend to doubt that any opportunity driven to you is going to destroy or disappoint you even if it is for your OWN good. Thank you for reading this and take care💕.

Pile 2 - Angel energy 🪄🔮

Your current energy:

Hello pile 2. Let's start your reading. I see that there was a period of stagnation and insecurity that haunted you for the past few weeks. You might have felt insecure and all your old bad beliefs resurfaced again into your day to day life. But lately; I see that you are actively trying to look at yourself in a different light. Not just this but also you are trying to be more optimistic. I see that you might just registered to the gym and you are trying to take care of your health. Also I see that you are feeling a little nostalgic but at the same time you are looking at the thing that you are nostalgic for in a detached way. What I mean is this thing you are nostalgic for is no longer affecting you in a positive or negative way. I see also that you might have dated someone with earth placements and you might be a water sign or placements yourself. I see that you thought that this relationship was meant to be but you felt sad when it was over. I am talking about soul contracts, this person was only meant for a short period of time to teach you a lesson and leave. But don't worry, good things will arrive in God's timing. Oh... now I got it! Maybe your started working out so you can distract yourself from what happened! I won't say this person is not coming back, because they always do. Anyways, Some of you may be saving money for a trip somewhere green (maybe a green place) idk why green just flashed in front of my mind eye. I think it is a park out of the state? A forest? Mountain? I'm not sure but this place is very famous of it's green nature.

Confirmation this is your pile:

Leo, Aries, Cancer, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus as placements in your chart. Venus in Aries, sun in Scorpio, Neptune, Sun, Mars, Jupiter dominant in your chart. Your sun or moon in the 1st, 9th, 5th, 4th, 8th, 2nd house in your chart.

Your crown chakra

First; I see that your crown chakra is blocked pile 2. I feel like you are disconnected from the creator or God or the universe (I'm not sure what you believe in) you might be believing in more than one creator and some of you have multiple deity that you believe in. I see that you get spontaneous downloads from the source but you chose to ignore it because you feel like the creator have turned their back on you. I see that you have a toxic subconscious beliefs about the creator and the energy in your crown chakra is stagnant. You might pour your focus on materialistic things and you forget that the creator is going to help you. The creator want you to know that you are not alone, and you should try to heal your subconscious thoughts about them.

Your third eye chakra

I see that you have a great imagination, you might have inherited your psychic abilities from your grandmother or grandfather. I see that one of them was a healer, and in this life time you are meant to be a healer too. I see also that as I said above you might be too materialistic or too realistic that you don't see this as a gift because you don't want to connect with it. I see that because you focus too much on this side your abilities diminish but one day; you'll get a wake up call and you'll connect to that side again.

Your throat chakra

Okay, your throat chakra is not blocked at all which is good. You might be someone who say the truth directly without sugar coating. I see that you hate lying to people and you hate being lied to which frustrate you too much. Also I see that you are someone who is very cunning and smart, you might be claircognizant which means that the downloads you receive are through clear knowing. You know things, you just know everything (the keyboard kept typing the words despite me deleting it for 5 times). Also what you say can become real so be careful, your words are like magic. Speak with caution.

Your heart chakra

Your chakra is not that blocked but still you carry a lot of negative beliefs about God and love. I see that you are someone who is very deep, very emotional but you don't let people see that side of you. I see that you are building a wall around your heart because you are afraid of getting hurt. I see also that when you are in love you become a poet (here comes the throat chakra part) you know how to express verbally how much you love your person. I see also that romantic relationships are meant to awaken the divine in you. Also it meant to teach you how to be balanced emotionally.

Your solar plexus chakra

Okay, this chakra is blocked. First you tend to TRY to balance your views on yourself BUT you either fell in a delusional episode that you are daring and confident and then your inner critic appear and you start talking negatively to yourself. I see also that your views on yourself are very much linked to other people around you. Also you might be someone who is very dependent on other people's praise and words of affirmation to get through your inner-critic you might be one of those people who needs constant reassurance that your partner is still in love with you and they see you beautiful. Which can be good and bad at the same time.

Your sacral chakra

Hmmm, you might be someone who lack stamina. I see that one round can make you feel like they are ten. But anyways, even with that you might be someone who is considered very fertile so be careful of unplanned pregnancy if you are a woman and if you are a man (you don't have enough stamina) I'm not judging. Also, you might get very protective of your sexuality. In other words; you don't have sex with random strangers. You need commitment to feel comfortable. I'm not seeing blockages here it might be underactive (the chakra).

Your root chakra

(I've written this paragraph 3 times and each time I save it; tumblr delete it. I got very impatient but at least I hope this will resonate with you).

I see that you started getting very comfortable in your loneliness. This came as a result of a very devastating breakup that caused you to stay away from people and detach from them. Well baby, this chakra is blocked too. I see that you don't even feel comfortable in your own family. I see also that growing up, your surroundings wasn't safe enough for you to grow and blossom. As a result in your current energy, you either avoid people (build a wall around you) or trying to find someone who have the same communication style as you. Also I see that you might be afraid of repeating the same experiences which drive you away from your soul family. Thank you for reading and take care💕.

Pile 3 - Angel wings 🫀

Your current energy:

Hello lovelies, how are you?. First; I don't know why I'm feeling hesitant. I kept typing question marks even though I have no questions right now. Do you have any questions that you feel like you can't find answer to? I feel like this pile have been overthinking a lot. You may be pursuing someone or you might be pursued by someone I'm not really sure, so take what resonates okay? Let's get into the reading. Anyways, I feel like you might be in a connection that you feel it is destined to happen. Maybe this connection is a soulmate connection or you are feeling a soul tie to this person. I feel like this person or you (the one who is going to pursue the other) is quite detached. Like yeah, I love you and I want you BUT I will not put everything in my life on hold for you. It is like this person know their worth and their persuasion is coming from a place of love not neediness or desperation. Whatever the case I see a beautiful relationship that will blossom into something long term. I see that this person sees you their queen or king. I see also that they want to feel you and enjoy life pleasures with you (food, fine clothes, s*x etc..). So, their approach is "I want you because I think we are compatible not because you are going to do a list of things for me. I see that if your or their persuasion succeeded (omg I keep typing question marks! It is like this person or you want the other sooo bad but they are unsure where to start!) It is going to be a very beautiful and healthy relationship. Also there's passion and a lot of it. This person is sooo excited to be with you. Like they want you right now but they are trying to control their fires. I see that whenever they want to text they say yo themselves "hold your horses and act cool" then they squeal because they can't talk to you. Also, I feel a strong mint taste in my mouth all of sudden. Maybe you use breath Refresher that taste like mint? If you or the person is pursuing you does that tell me in the comments deal?

Confirmation placements for you:

Gemini, Cancer, very strong Taurus energy omg, sagittarius. Mars, venus, saturn as dominant planets in your chart. Stallium in the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 9th house in your chart.

Your crown chakra

I feel like you guys are resistant to divine downloads. I feel like God/universe or anything you believe in are trying to guide you and show you the way but you are too stubborn to follow. Which is causing you to get stuck! I see that you feel emotionally imbalanced and you are very anxious. Guys, you need to trust the signs that you are seeing, you are not deluding yourself by seeing and wanting to follow them. I keep thinking of "catastrophizing" so, maybe you are complicating things on your own. Stop doing that, it is frustrating!. You are keeping yourself stuck because you think that there's no way but your own way which is not really working in your favor but against you. This chakra is not blocked, you are resistant to it. Be open and listen the universe is talking to you but you don't want to LISTEN!.

Your third eye chakra

Anyways, your ancestors was very spiritual and they passed you this gift which is Clairvoyance. You can see things too in your dreams, in your third eye. You can search for it if you want to. I feel like you get visions and images that flashes in front of your mind eye but you think that you are imagining things. I see that if you nurtured your talent you'll be a great psychic. You can search on YouTube to see how to develop them but be careful! Some people do it the wrong way and they become insane, let it develop naturally but be careful. This chakra is not blocked, it is developing but you are unaware of it. Also, you are getting psychic messages from your twin flame or soulmate constantly. Enjoy them💕

Your throat chakra

Looking at your throat chakra I feel like you keep things to yourself in hope that you can solve them on your own. I see that you might be very observant of others and details cannot go unnoticed by you. But somehow I feel like when it comes to your emotions you become very sensitive and you don't know how to talk it out? I feel like you guys may be so in love but you can't express your feelings? You keep everything to yourself because you think that no one cares? Dear pile 3 the right person cares as much as you do so don't burden yourself with sadness💕. Anyways, I see that you may also be a bit timid when it comes to say your truth. This chakra us underdeveloped. Try to balance it.

Your heart chakra

I see that you crave commitment but somehow you are afraid of committing to someone who is not going to give you the emotional fulfillment that you dreamed of. I see that you are ready to commit or at least ready for your first long term relationship. I see that you put in a lot of work to heal this chakra. If you are asking about the past; you totally healed and moved on. I see also that right now your heart chakra is balanced and open for love. You want to love without attachment and detachment which is great yeayyy👏🏻.

Your solar plexus

I feel like you still have insecurities from the past. Especially about how you look physically. I see that you don't trust yourself or have self confidence. I see that when you get compliment from someone you think that they are lying to you and they are just being nice. But it is more than that. I see that sometimes you get a strong surge of confidence and other times you just get sooo insecure you wish to hide in the darkest hole in the world. I see that in romantic relationships, you tend to really care about the opposite sex view when they look at you. And you overthink A LOT about how you present yourself to people. You need to balance this chakra or else you'll be in a lot of doubts of yourself especially in romantic relationships.

Your sacral chakra

I see that you get sudden urges to have s*x multiple times per day. I see also that you are motivated by emotions. EMOTIONS turns you ON so freaking bad. I feel like when you are in LOVE you want to do it with your partner non-stop and other times when you are alone you ignore that part of you like it never existed. Also you tend to be lazy when it comes to that thing so you just distract yourself. Also I feel like you are someone who is very fertile with good sexual drive but you don't know how to channel your sexual energy into anything. Try to channel it into craft (any) and see the results.

Your root chakra

Hmmm, I see that you have a LOT of people that you know. Basically; I feel like you know everyone everywhere. I think you are the type of person that can get along with everyone easily. Also your relationships with others are quite balanced. This chakra is very balanced but sometimes you tend to get lazy and overwhelmed by change. Give yourself some time and everything will be alright. You might be someone who moved a lot from house to house during your childhood? I think that you feel very tired if you have to even change furniture right now, this feeling is a result of childhood. Thank you for reading and take care💕.

Pile 4 - Lace teddy 🧸

Your current energy

Hello pile 4, welcome to your reading. (Note: this reading is a message for a specific audience, especially for people who are on a twin flame journey since I got many cards that was referring to that. If you are NOT on a twin flame journey then this pile might not be for you). Okay let's start; I see that you have unfinished business with your twin. This person, I am picking up on wants to reconnect with you. If you are in no contact/ separation right now. I see that they want to reconnect with you and tell you about the work that they have done and that they are very overwhelmed without you. I feel like (look I really don't know the stages of twin flame but I guess it is the last meeting before you go your separate ways). I see that you two are not meant to be in each others life. I see that you'll probably either reconnect and heal together and forgive what happened in the past and move on. I'm not seeing abandonment here; no. I see that both of you will talk things over and about the amount of frustration that both of you faced in your life without the other but at some point you'll realize that they or you are no longer (emotionally or mentally) want to be involved in each other's life. I see also that if you chose to move on from them you'll be faced with two people one of them have fire placements and the other have air placements and you can chose one of them to be in a healthy fulfilling relationship with. I see that your next relationship (if you decided to move on from your twin) will be very peaceful and balanced. You have the choice pile 4. Chose wisely.

Confirmation that this reading is for you:

Sagittarius, Scorpio, Taurus, Gemini, Aries, Pisces, Aquarius as signs for them or you. Jupiter, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Pluto as dominant planets in your chart. Your sun or moon is in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 12th,9th, 11th house in your natal chart.

Your crown chakra

I think you guys get a spontaneous downloads from the universe or God. Some of you do really know how to work and interpret them and actually believe in that. I see that you see God or the universe as salvation. Some people in this pile are religious (whatever your religion). And you do really pray and worship a deity or a God. This chakra is not blocked but you need to balance it a little bit by meditation and connect to the source.

Your third eye chakra

Guys... why are you forcing your third eye to open? I feel like some of you are really focused on forcing it to open and you do those YouTube exercises to open it. Guys this exercises are going to overwhelm your third eye and as a result the energy in your third eye will be resistant and shattered? I don't know, whatever you are doing is not in your favor. Let it be; it'll open on it's own. Don't force it. If it open suddenly you won't like what you are going to see. I've warned you.

Your throat chakra

I see that this chakra was blocked before and unbalanced. I see that you worked really hard on balancing it. Maybe you were someone who played the victim and put all your bad luck on others and now I feel you stopped blaming people on your circumstances and took the lead to heal. You took your power back. I see also that you are now someone who doesn't sugar coat, you give plain truth to others which is good as long as they can take it. Also, I see that you keep nurturing this chakra, Good for you pile 4 👏🏻.

Your heart chakra

Okay, I see that this chakra is kind of imbalanced. I see that you anxiously hold to people in your life. You might have anxious attachment style and also I see possessiveness. You might be too possessive of people in your life. You are a control freak to people in your life. You need to acknowledge that people are not a private property for you to own. Try to balance this chakra so you can have more closeness and trust in your relationships.

Your Solar plexus

You have high self esteem. I see that your caregiver was really aware of that part. The part of your own identity. I see someone with strong identity. Even if your caregivers didn't nurture that, you have healed and built yourself a strong character foundation. I see that sometimes people mistaken your high self esteem of being egoistic. Others just appreciate how good is that in you. This chakra is not blocked.

Your Sacral chakra

Hmm, I see that you guys have had a terrible past that affected you in a bad way. I see that you might have had trauma regarding your sexuality. I see that there was either beliefs or incident that really made you fear intimacy. But, I feel like you have healed it. I see that right now you are very open with your sexuality and you healed the shame of intimacy. And if not then I see that you right it out ( you channel your sexual energy into art). Which is wonderful.

Your root chakra

This chakra is blocked. Why? I see that in this pile people feel like they don't belong anywhere. I see that you overthink the tiniest interactions with other people. I see that you also feel discouraged and emotionally imbalanced. I feel like the problem is in your beliefs pile 4. Your beliefs about belonging is what make you suffer. I see that many of you feel stuck in life or in a circumstance that you feel that you cannot leave. I see that you feel also disappointed because your dream life is in fact a dream and nothing change. Honey, you need to work in order to get that life nothing comes for free. Take care and thank you for reading it💕.

Post date: 9th of Nov-2024 / Sat

*Feedback is appreciated

[marvelmymarvel]

The Uchiha

Tobirama Senju x Uchiha!Reader

Synopsis: He hated all Uchihas, every last one of them. But you? You were somehow different... And he didn't like that.

Important note: I know the timeline/ages are OFF as Tobirama was 39 when he became Hokage. Let's pretend he was 25 :)

Naruto Masterlist: Here

Also, Tobirama drinks respect women juice. It's canon in this house.

Madara's huff of annoyance sounded out in the room as you turned down yet another suitor. "Sister, why must you sabotage every proposal that comes your way? I'm trying to help you find a husband-"

"I do not wish to get married yet Madara, I'm only 21" You bit back, arms crossed as you pouted up at him. This whole 'suitor' search had been going on for months now, and you were growing tired of the good-for-nothing men your brother brought your way. "And when do you expect to finally be "ready" for marriage, Y/n... Your time is running out-"

"I'm only 21"

You always hated the idea of marrying young and it was the Uchiha way to be married by the time you turned 22. As the head of the clan, Madara was having a very hard time accepting that you were not willing to follow protocols when he was already struggling to maintain power amongst the members. "Y/n please..."

He sounded so pitiful, so tired... But you were done with this conversation. Standing from your spot on the floor, you brushed off the dirt from your dress and started towards the door "We can talk about this later, I want to go for a walk"

"You can't run from this forever Y/n. You will be married within the next 6 months"

You slammed the sliding door shut, eyes rolling in anger as you took off towards the town. "How could he be so selfish, trying to set me up with men that I clearly have no interest in" you huffed out to yourself quietly as you stormed past members of the clan. Some sent you glares, others averted their gazes knowing that one wrong look would mean certain death from either you or your brother.

Your body relaxed as you entered Konoha's downtown area, the Uchiha section and its demands of you were now far away. The sound of the people bustling around the market filled you with joy. There were many girls that were around your age sitting around outside of a cafe, they seemed to be laughing about some stupid thing that had happened to one of them. It was so simple but it was a reality you yearned for.

Sometimes you hated being a part of the clan. They were just so far behind the times and it felt almost suffocating to exist among their stuffy ideologies.

'You're supposed to get married young and give your husband as many children as he desires.'

'Your place is in the home, where you care for your husband and children.'

'Ambitions? You don't need them! Don't forget, your place is beside your husband and that's that'

God, it made you sick. There was nothing wrong with being a homemaker, but it wasn't for you. You wanted to get out there, work, have dreams, and find love naturally... Not through your brother of all people.

You wanted someone else, someone different. Someone who wasn't in the clan and someone who would challenge you to be something more than just a wife and mother. You wanted-

You halted in your tracks as he crossed in front of you, his Kage cape flapping in the wind behind him making him look bigger than he was. Your mouth dropped a little as you watched them walk away, you hadn't seen either of them since Tobirama became the second Hokage and it felt like today was your lucky day.

"Tobirama! Hashirama!" You called out, hand shooting up as you caught up to them. Hashirama smiled brightly at you, arm opening up urging you to hug him "Y/n! How've you been? How's Madara?"

You slyly shot a glance toward the white-haired man, and you didn't miss the slight annoyance that flashed across his face at your presence. You knew he didn't like your clan. You didn't like your clan either.

"I've been good. Madara's been... Madara" You were trying to sound chipper, but the thought of Madara soured your mood again. Hashirama nodded, he knew you and Madara were on thin ice what with him trying to find you a husband and you NOT going along with it. "Husband search not going well?"

Your face morphed into a scowl and Hashirama kicked himself for even asking when he knew that's what was wrong. Tobirama's eyebrows furrowed together at your change in demeanor, he was used to your ruthless attitude, so this was something he wasn't expecting. You grew embarrassed under Hashirama's pitiful look and Tobiramas inquisitive stare, "If I do marry, it won't be an Uchiha" you muttered quietly before brushing past the two men.

The two brothers stood there in silence as they watched you walk swiftly down the street towards some food stands, "I shouldn't have said anything" Hashirama sighed as he rubbed his face in anguish, "Her brother's going to kill me"

"Why does she not want to marry an Uchiha?" Tobirama breathed out, he didn't know what was getting into him, but it felt like he was seeing you for the first time in his entire life. He had known you for years, ever since you were children. He found you to be quite annoying and lumped you together with the other Uchihas that he hated.

Yet something felt off.

"They treat their women like property. It's mandatory that a woman marries before 22 and has a child before 23. Her place is in the home and they can't do anything without permission from their husbands"

"That's ridiculous. Women have needs and desires as well-"

"Yes I know Tobirama but that's how the clan operates-"

"Well, it's another reason as to why I despise that god-forsaken lineage-"

"If you're so upset with it why not marry her?"

Tobirama slammed his mouth shut at Hashiramas statement. Him? Marry YOU? An UCHIHA of all people?! Hashirama stood his ground though, he wasn't stupid and he saw the looks Tobirama has been sending you for YEARS now. Tobirama could lie all he wanted to, he has always cared for you more than he'd like to admit. Tobirama started to take off back to the Hokage's office, not liking the look Hashirama was giving him "I don't think marriage is a good idea, the clan will disown her if she marries outside of their circle-"

"She hates her clan Tobirama and honestly, I think you're the only person who can make her happy"

Tobirama tripped on his footing trying to stop in disbelief. His eyes were wide and his face was full of disgust at what Hashirama was insinuating. Him? Make you happy? Not possible.

"Uchiha or not, you can't deny that you care for her in some way. I know this because you look at her differently than you look at anyone else. You don't even look at the women you try to court that way-"

"I'm done with this conversation" Tobirama huffed out, his face was burning red and the whiteness of his cloak only made it more noticeable that he was embarrassed. Hashirama opened his mouth to make another statement but Tobirama stormed towards the Hokage's office, leaving him standing there in disbelief.

How could someone so smart, be so clueless.

* 2 weeks later *

Your feet kicked at the ground as you waited for your turn to talk to the Hokage. Madara was unable to meet with Tobirama to go over the latest requests of the Uchiha clan, so you were left to the task of talking to the stubborn man who always seemed to make your heart race faster than it should.

"Y/n Uchiha? You're free to go in now"

You nodded at the secretary before standing and heading towards the door, heart pounding as your gripped the wooden door. Sliding it open, you popped your head in before letting out a quiet 'hello'. Tobirama's head shot up at the sound of your voice, he was expecting Madara so this was quite the surprise. "Y/n" he greeted firmly, trying very hard to calm his nerves as he took you in.

You were wearing a simple dress, not too fancy but not too casual. It fit you in all of the right ways, you were attractive sure.

But it was your smile that took his breath away. It reached your eyes, making you appear carefree even though he knew you weren't. "So sorry about my brother's absence. He grew ill over the weekend and asked me to step in for this discussion" you explained sheepishly as you navigated your way to one of the chairs across from the desk.

Tobirama didn't say anything but nodded at your apology, he wasn't upset with this change of plans. He was actually happy. After his discussion with his brother, he tried to push you out of his mind, but every time he saw you he was reminded of the feelings he so desperately tried to hide. "What do you want to speak about?" Tobirama started as you sat down in front of him. You looked at him wide-eyed as if he was asking you something foreign, "Oh! Yes, that" you finally stated as you opened up the envelope with the items to discuss.

Your eyes scanned over each bullet, humming to yourself in agreement with the requests on the page, but you grew still at the last bullet point. Tobirama cocked his head as he took in the way your face fell into disbelief and sadness. "Is something the matter?" His voice was clear but muffled at the same time thanks to the growing rage pounding in your ears. "They want your help with finding my suitor..."

His blood ran cold at the words, if they were asking for his help, that meant-

"They want to look outside of the clan" you breathed out, and in a way, you almost sounded relieved. "Is that something you want?" Tobirama's question was met with silence, but it wasn't a no. "I guess you'll need to marry into a higher-ranking family, do you have a preference-"

"Wait wait wait" you started, waving your hands as your cheeks heated up at the idea of marrying someone who wasn't in your inner circle. You didn't know if you were happy about this, you didn't know if this was a better option. Tobirama studied you from across his desk, you were somehow giving off the energy of relief but also anguish, two feelings that never went together.

"What do you want, Y/n?"

His question took you off guard, it wasn't usual for someone to ask you what you wanted. "I... I want to marry someone who will let me be more than just his wife. Someone that will let me be me." You finally breathed out, your nerves beginning to somehow morph into excitement at the idea of getting what you wanted. "So a higher-ranking individual who will let you be you? Is that all you desire?" Tobirama sounded calm, but inside he was kicking himself. He tried to rack his brain for who you could marry, but all he saw was himself.

"Yes. I suppose"

Your answer was quiet and bashful, had you somehow read his mind and saw the very image of you two together? "Do you have a preference to what clan-"

"Um... Maybe a Senju?" It was bold, very bold of you to blurt it out so quickly. It told him that you had pondered the answer to that question for some time now. "Well, you're in luck. The Senju clan isn't as backward as the Uchihas are. You will have no issue finding a husband who will nurture you and your desires" Tobirama was thankful you couldn't see his shaking hands below the desk. He didn't like the idea of you being with someone in the Senju clan, someone who wasn't him.

This felt wrong. He hated your clan so why were you different? Had he always felt this way and hated you to cover it up? He thought back to when you were kids. You were a couple of years younger than him and you were always trying to talk to him even though it was forbidden.

Forbidden.

'The Uchiha clan is evil. I forbid you from talking to them in any way shape or form'

That's what his father always preached, Hashirama never listened but he did. Now he was regretting it.

"How do you feel about me?"

"I'm sorry what?" You sputtered out, eyes wide at how calm he sounded. Tobirama didn't falter, only stared at you as if urging you to answer even if you didn't want to. "I uh. I guess I like you? I don't know I enjoy your company and-"

"I meant marrying me"

Your blood ran cold but not in a bad way. Your face burned and the heat began to travel down your neck and chest. He was what you wanted, what you've always wanted. Ever since you were kids you decided that he was the one you wanted to be with. But he always hated you so you wrote it off as a stupid crush and tried to move on.

The key word was 'tried'.

"I've wanted that for a while yes-"

"Then it's settled. I will send a notice to your brother. I will be taking you to dinner tonight, do you have a restaurant you like- What's wrong?"

Tobirama noticed your eyes widening at his words and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. You had just admitted that you wanted to marry him, so why were you looking at him like he had 5 heads? "I just didn't expect this to happen. I thought you hated me to be honest"

He bit his lip, contemplating what to say to reassure you that you were different. He did hate your clan but he didn't hate you. The hatred he felt was because he was infatuated with you. But how could he put that into words? There was no way to reassure you in the way you deserved. Instead, he stood and circled the desk before leaning against it. "Let me take you out. Let me court you... You'll see that the feeling of hatred was one of forbidden desire"

You nodded slowly at his words, still uneasy and unsure.

"Now where do you want to go for dinner?"

[mechaknight-98]

Black Lungs (NSFW)

FT Eunha

Author's note: Light on smut/a bit of angst. Wanted to try something a little different for this piece

Crash woke up from his first pleasant dream in years. Eunha was nestled in tightly. Her physical warmth was pleasant but also sweltering and suffocating. Crash loved it. As he began to stir he was surprised when Eunha moaned, and that's when he remembered his cock was buried inside at her insistence

“I want you to leave it inside so I can get used to your size,” Crash recollected. He smiled at her completely enraptured by everything about her.

However, he did have a previous engagement with Haseul and her friend today so he pulled out of Eunha causing her to moan again, and tightly latch onto him. Crash miraculously fought his way out of her grip and began getting his go-to armor ready.

“Where are you going?” Eunha inquired as her lurid gaze loomed over her prize.

“I agreed to help Haseul and Hyeju get through Aphelion's Rest today since they have been trying to update their gear because they don’t know when the next big threat is coming,” Crash explained. Eunha pouted she wanted more time with Crash as she only felt like she barely broke the surface about him, and he promised her breakfast in bed that day.

“What about our plans for Today?”

“I am a man of my word and don’t you worry. I will deliver on everything I promised you yesterday,” Crash responded

Eunha pouted further as she said, “Can't you cancel or postpone?”

Crash smirked as he replied, “I could have last night but I was busy buried between someone’s thighs last night being told “Don't you dare stop” and then when I remembered I was told, “Focus on me,” as I was being suffocated in someone’s tight pussy,”

Eunha blushed as Crash spoke, “I’m sorry about that I just don’t know what came over me last night. When you surrendered to me I just had to have you,” she responded. Crash smiled as he kissed her forehead

“No worries. I like feeling wanted hopefully I can give the same feeling tonight albeit less lewd and more chaste.” Crash responded as Eunha smiled before saying to him,

“Okay then but hurry back because if you don’t I can’t guarantee what you’ll come back to. I might just pounce on you again.”

Crash smiled as he finished putting on his armor before leaving. As he flew to the dream city his ghost Sashimi said to him,

“I told you Eunha liked you,” Crash rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you told me that when I first met her. when we were neck deep in the Doomsday scenario,” he said as he monitored his ship’s gauges and levels.

“Yeah but you’re guardians there is always a doomsday scenario, and what is that phrase you are saying?” Sashimi asked

“You better get busy living or get busy dying,” Crash said focused as they neared the dreaming city’s orbit

“Exactly! now preparing Transmat,” Sashimi exclaimed. Crash landed and used his Sparrow to reach the rendezvous location. Despite Crash’s best attempts to be there on time, he was still several minutes early so to compensate he rushed through the Legendary lost sector a few times so he could remember how to teach it. After that Haseul and Her friend a fellow awoken with raven black hair arrived. Her piercing gray eyes bored into Crash making him wildly uncomfortable but he hid his misgivings and discomfort well.

“So what did you need help with?” Crash asked

“Builds. We want help on armor and mods because you are our lost sector specialist and have been reliable in your build advice.” Haseul explained courteously. Crash nodded and then asked to see their build stats through their ghosts. When he saw stat distributions and mod allocations he almost pooped a blood vessel.

He chose his next words with extreme caution,

“Can I ask why neither of you have 100 resilience? Especially you Hyeju a fellow titan.” Hyeju and Haseul looked at him concerned. Hyeju having felt the most attacked by his question asked why?”

“Hoping not to offend them he explained the benefits of 100 resilience and the opportunities it helped create. The girls nodded and presented him with all of their gear and that's when he noticed the spikey armor they had stat-wise to where even without exotics they could easily have triple 100 stat builds. With that in mind, he took out his tools and inserted a base suit of mods who tutored their styles for Haseul he gave her a basic support warlock build (having studied warlock extensively before mastering his titan abilities) and helped Hyeju with a powerful grenade build. After that, he made sure that they had the proper weapons for the champions in the lost sector before letting the two guardians take turns running through the lost sector.

Roughly two hours later, both women had garnered over seven exotic engrams. As they waited for the engrams to decrypt back at the Tower, Haseul turned to Crash with a curious look. “So, Crash, how did you meet Eunha?”

“Oh, Eunha never mentioned it?” Crash responded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Well, we’ve been busy since then,” Haseul replied with a shrug. Crash nodded thoughtfully before beginning his tale.

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On a random Sunday, while Crasilior was preparing to run legendary lost sectors, a young Hunter approached him.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for one more person to help my fire team do a raid. Please,” the female Hunter said, her eyes pleading as she stared at the intimidating Awoken Titan. Despite his dislike of the Root of Nightmares raid, Crasilior saw the desperation in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll help,” he replied.

“Great! My name is Eunha. What’s yours, stranger?” Eunha asked with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t have one, but my closest ally calls me Crasilior,” he responded.

Eunha raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Really? That’s not gonna work. I’m calling you Crash.”

“Eh, I’m more of a Fist of Havoc guy,” Crash said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Hahaha. Okay, Crash, you’re pretty cool,” Eunha said, smiling broadly.

As Crash finished his story Hyeju looked intrigued. “That’s it?”

“Well, yeah. I know all about not having enough people for a raid, so I decided to help. Especially since that’s where my mentor Riddick died. I don’t want anyone else dying there, even if it’s just a paracausal temporal anomaly revisit,” Crash explained. Haseul and Hyeju were taken aback by how casually he mentioned something so personal, but Haseul remembered how Crash often shared melancholy thoughts in a deadpan tone.

“Well, it’s been fun, ladies, but I have a date with a very hot Hunter,” Crash said, standing up.

Haseul was shocked. “Wait, wait, Crash, who’s waiting for you at your place?”

“Oh, Eunha,” Crash answered nonchalantly as he headed back.

When Crash got home, he opened the door to find Eunha eating one of his cinnamon rolls. He quickly closed the door to keep her hidden and apologized for being late. Eunha smiled, charmed by his sweetness. As he changed and showered, she watched him begin to cook a full breakfast—omelets and pancakes. Once he was done, he walked over to her with a plate and a warm smile.

“I promised you breakfast in bed. Come on,” he said, leading her back to the bed. Eunha groaned playfully as they settled in.

“So, how are SinB and Umji?” Eunha asked between bites.

“Uh, they’re good, I guess. I should probably reach out today and tell them I’m coming home tonight. I would ask about your fire team, but you’re kind of a loner,” Eunha teased.

Crash shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. As they lay there, comfortable and content, Eunha realized that despite all the comfort and care Crash brought her, she would always yearn for something more exciting. She thrived on the edge between life and death and staying with this lovable, dorky Titan would only break his heart. But that didn’t change her feelings for him.

“You’re so cute when you’re content,” Eunha said, smiling. Crash recognized her expression and grew suspicious.

“You’re about to say something backhanded, aren’t you?” he asked warily.

Eunha shook her head, her smile fading. “No, I like seeing you at peace. But I don’t think I can be with you like this,” she stammered.

Crash’s heart sank. “Okay then, can you explain what you mean by that?” he asked simply.

Eunha took a deep breath. “Crash, I love you, but I need the thrill of the fight, the edge of danger. I’m afraid that staying with you, I’ll lose that part of myself. And I don’t want to hurt you. You fight for veneration, honor, and valor. You fight to gain insight, to refine yourself. I have and always will respect that but that isn't me.”

Crash looked puzzled. “You do remember how I was courted by Xivu Arath and that whole fiasco, right?” he questioned.

Eunha laughed, recalling the time when Crash got The Wicked Implement and started seeing visions of Xivu Arath. As much as that was a fun stretch with the Frozen Emperor of Doom, she knew that wasn't who Crash truly was. Crash was kind and gentle. To use an old Golden Age analogy, he was a soldier who had found peace in a garden.

“Fair, but she courted you because despite every setback, despite every monster, you came back stronger, but most of that came with wisdom.”

Crash began to understand Eunha’s meaning but wasn't fully convinced. “I mean, I can go full Shotgun ape if that's what you prefer?”

Eunha shook her head. “You are the regal warlord who studies art and battle. I can't be your queen. If that makes sense.”

While her words were confusing, Crash understood her meaning through tone and body language.

“So, what do we do now?” Crash asked. Eunha was relieved at how well he was taking this.

“Wow! You are taking this better than I thought you would, but to answer you, we stay friends, of course,” Eunha said as she got up from the bed. She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“There’s something else, Crash. I want to give you a real name. One that isn’t just a nickname or a slur,” Eunha said softly.

Crash looked at her, surprised. “A real name?”

Eunha nodded. “Yes. You deserve more than just ‘Crash.’ or that slur Delindrin calls you I’ve been thinking about it for a while. How about…

[perfectlyoongi]

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who spends summer days at a lake with you. the tranquility of nature was enough to make Taehyung feel completely relaxed. adding you as company only improved his entire experience. when the days started to get longer and the heat was suffocating, Taehyung would always ask if you wanted to forget the world. “let’s run away,” he used to say. “let’s run away and forget all our responsibilities. just me and you. away from everything that holds us back and hurts us.” and you accepted, you always accepted. partly, you accepted it because you knew it would make Taehyung happy – that was what you had agreed upon; but there was also a part of you that accepted it because you knew that those days, away from everything that distressed and hurt you, were the closest you would get to heaven.

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who takes you to balls all over the world. Taehyung was a devoted fan of that mystical magic that surrounds fairy tales. there was something in that divine hope that held Taehyung and made him want to dream. as such, he just wanted to try to recreate the enchantment he felt whenever he heard or read a more fanciful story – and the best way to reproduce all that magic was by going to small, beautiful dances. Taehyung didn’t care about dates or places or themes – it was all irrelevant. all he wanted was to know what time he should pick you up so you could spend an endless night in each other’s arms. of course, having already experienced a considerable number of dances Taehyung had a favorite: on the warmest spring nights, when the birds began to learn the symphony of joy and all the stars created sketches of enchanted stories, Taehyung liked giving himself to you. always keeping you close to him, holding your waist as if the secrets of the cosmos were in his hands, looking at you with the radiance stolen from the most romantic gods, Taehyung liked those spring dances, for it was in them that all the celestial magic covered you in a tenuous cloak of dreams. “there will be a masquerade ball this summer. do you want to go with me? we can have clothes made to match your favorite color.”

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who asks you to sleep there more often than he should. yes, Taehyung knew you had a meeting early tomorrow. he also knew that all your clothes were in your house. and yes, it was obvious he knew you couldn’t sleep comfortably without your pillow. but, did you know? did you know how much your presence calmed Taehyung? did you know how your words were the only ones that could lull Taehyung into a deep sleep? did you know that without you Taehyung simply couldn’t have a good night? so if you knew, why don’t you just stay there with him? in his bed? being wrapped in his nervous arms as he whispered to you how grateful he was that you made this effort for him – why did you want to abandon him? “just tonight, please. i’ll take you to work tomorrow and you can sleep with me a little longer. it won’t do you any harm. you know how much i enjoy being here with you.”

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who can get you into any event. Taehyung didn’t know the meaning of the word ��impossible’ when it was about you. you were a special person, someone who had a certain charm and was capable of molding the entire universe in your image if you wanted it – Taehyung just had to pamper you. you being the owner of all the celestial dust that enchanted the world and made Taehyung a real person, only made he use his influence as his thanks. fashion shows, autograph sessions, gallery openings, anything you wanted – Taehyung knew you better than anyone, he knew where you liked to go, what you liked to do. always accompanying you, getting lost in your wide smile and the way your eyes sparkled when you saw something you really liked, Taehyung took you to experience the world; there was no experience that left you curious, there was nothing forbidden for you. everything you wanted was yours long before you asked for it. “don’t hide anything from me. all i want is to keep you happy in this relationship. and if i have the possibility of increasing this happiness, just tell me. it’s everything to me. you are everything to me.”

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who gives you a black card to spend on your birthday. on every birthday of yours you woke up with a bouquet of flowers and an envelope addressed to you – Taehyung did everything he could to make sure the first thing you saw on your birthday was that little gift from him, so you could try to understand how much you meant to him. the flowers you received were always the same, your favorites in your favorite colors, wrapped in paper sprayed with Taehyung’s perfume; the envelope, however, the envelope was the real gift. a small, white card came signed in Taehyung’s handwriting and next to it was Taehyung’s black card. on that day of yours, not as different as the others, but more special to you, Taehyung would give you the opportunity to go shopping alone or with your friends and spend as much as you could. it was always the same gift, always the same card, always the same ritual – but for you, it was everything. “happy birthday, darling. have fun during the day, and don’t forget that this night you are mine. xx”

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who likes it when you wear the clothes and jewelry he gave you when you’re not with him. Taehyung liked to give you gifts; it was always charming to see your curious eyes opening the bags or boxes, your smile painting Taehyung’s dreams. as such, Taehyung offered you everything: shoes, coats, necklaces, even the groceries for your home – anything that could be bought could very well be offered to you. but of everything he gives you, of seeing you happy with so many things, he would have to confess that when you went out to have fun or relax and use something he offered, Taehyung’s heart smiled a little more. it may seem strange, maybe even childish, but when Taehyung knew that you were walking around the city showing off the clothes and necklaces he had given you at the beginning of your relationship, he felt closer to you, you felt closer to him. seeing you in those clothes when you didn’t have anything planned with him made Taehyung believe that your relationship could very well turn out to be something more. “i saw your instagram story and i just want to say i’m glad you’re still wearing those boots. they look good on you. you look good with everything, but yea. i called just to tell you that.”

SUGAR-DADDY!TAEHYUNG who kisses you under the eiffel tower. on your longer trips, when neither of you needed to worry about dates and deadlines, Taehyung liked to take you to Paris. it was in the magic of that city that Taehyung hoped your love would blossom. it was in the beauty of that city that Taehyung fell even more in love with you. and it was in the hope of that city that Taehyung declared himself to you again and again and again. under the stars, in the endless nights of aimless stars, Taehyung kissed you. once. and another. and another. and another. he didn’t need to say anything, there was no need for that – Taehyung just had to gently hold your waist for you to understand what he wanted, what he would do. they were tender kisses that covered your heart with security and comfort, small confessions of love that would forever remain embedded in your soul. and only this magic happened in Paris – until he finds the courage to recreate it at home.

[vee-beeee]

The Tent

Okay this is a change from dbh LOL

So im figuring out how to write for these characters, and its going to be harder because its 4 people so PLEASE forgive me.

Warnings: Tents, enclosed spaces with 4 boys

Chocobros x reader (can be taken as platonic)

Im sorry for any spelling errors or plot holess

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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You woke up

And then wished you didn't.

It smelt like sweaty socks and boys.

Someone had shoved your back into their front, and was snoring VERY loudly. Another person had his socks in your face, sprawled out over what looked to be Noctis himself. So the case of the smelly socks was solved, that had to be Prompto. You didn't see anyone else in your line of vision, but guessing at how strong and muscular the arm around you was...

Gladio had turned you into his own personal teddy bear.

You gently tried to roll out of his grip, but he grunted and held on to you with a stronger grasp. You sighed and searched for another way out, you need air and to be away from this tent.

You briefly wondered if tickling Prom would wake him up so he could help, but you didn't really want to touch his feet.

So you sat, starting at the tent walls and daring to breathe through your mouth.

You thought about falling asleep again but whenever you tried, Gladio's snoring woke you up just as you were on the cusp of the dream realm.

What a terrible way to start your morning.

Finally, FINALLY you heard someone stir. You turned your body as much as you could in Gladio's grip and saw Ignis's hair over a massive leg.

"Ignis!" you whisper-yelled, hoping to get his attention. He turned around, sleep very much apparent on his face, and looked the entirety of the tent until his eyes caught yours.

"Miss Y/N?" He mumbled, raising an eyebrow at your position, Gladio crowding your back and Proms feet in your face. You had also felt Noctis was really close to your knees, you could feel his hair whispering against your skin. It was ticklish and uncomfortable.

Ignis huffed out a laugh, and you proceeded to beg him to help you.

"Why of course, Dear Y/N. However, I believe Gladio is going to kill me in his sleep if I remove you from his hold. I can help with Prompto and Noct however."

You sighed, sad he wouldn't even TRY not to get killed by Gladio. You watched him as he harshly rolled Prompto off of Noctis, and you were briefly worried that he would awake.

He just snorted and continued sleeping.

Ignis next went to Noctis to gently move his head away from your leg. Of course, Noct slept like a corpse so he didn't even notice. You took your chance to thank him, and ask a favor

"Can you leave the tent flap open I need air please."

Ignis nodded, and exited the tent, leaving the flap open. You started to bask in fresh air and morning light, but then the world turned upside down.

Gladio was rolling over, treating your body like you were an actual teddy bear.

He was now slightly under you, both arms surrounding you with the literal strength of a Titan.

And you were suffocating in his chest.

In ANY other scenario you would have been like "nice" . But in this one you could not breathe. And that was a problem. So you started gently saying his name.

Gladio groaned, but stayed asleep. You tried wrestling your arms out from his iron grip, but no use.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

Loud enough for him to clearly hear you, you poked the bear

"Ooo this book of gladios looks so good, im going to read it while eating chips and wipe my fingers on the pages and fold the edges to mark where i am. Surely he wont mind"

Suddenly you were shoved as his eyes shot open and he released you, sitting up to look around huffing.

"NO THATS MY COLLECTORS EDITION!" you breathed and rolled over as he looked around and found his book by his belongings.

Then he turned to you, brows furrowed and irritation clear on his features for 1. being woken up and 2. having his most prized book threatened.

"What the hell was that for?"

You moved onto your back and stuck your tongue out at him

"You were suffocating me in your pecs, I had to get free some how"

His anger faded into an embarrassed smile, and then a smug smirk.

"A lot of girls would pay real money to get suffocated in these pecs."

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could and he let out a hardy laugh, which accidently woke Prompto.

He snorted as he awoke, leaning on his elbows before asking "uh whats slo funmny?" and then promptly fell flat on his face, going back to his dreamless sleep.

You and Gladio stayed quiet before looking at each other and chuckling quietly. Gladio winked at you and turned to leave the tent. You watched his huge shadow as it moved across the tent, and then it disappeared.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Gladio and Ignis in the camp talking, and saw an opportunity to get more sleep. So you found your original spot and comfy sleeping bag, and settled in.

(A couple hours later)

You woke up, blinking your eyes slowly, feeling that you had gotten a good rest. You looked around and saw the Prompto had seemingly left, and you didn't see anyone else so that must mean Noct left too.

You closed your eyes again, resting them for a moment before you felt something moving around your front. You jumped and accidently smacked your elbow against the something. And that something groaned.

You looked down to see a mess of black hair nuzzling into YOUR blanket.

"Noct?" You leaned on your elbows and he looked up at you sleepily before groaning out a response

"you have the good blankets."

and then he was gone. But luckily, you had help to wake him back up.

Ignis had heard your surprised yelp, and knew it was time for Noct to get up. He had been chatting with Gladio and Prompto about how to pay for more car renovations, but that conversation could be put on hold.

Ignis grabbed a pot and one of his spatulas, before leaning down into the tent flap.

And then he started hitting them repeatedly together.

He saw you cry out and put your hands over your ears, and Noct just sat up slowly and glared at him.

Ignis smirked and left the tent when he saw Noct leaving, and you followed shortly after.

You watched Iggy put his utensils away and you went straight for the middle of the circle of chairs you all had put together the night before. Noct had just slumped down his camping chair when you started talking.

"Why do you guys love piling on me so much when we sleep? Like I wake up and your all over me."

You stood stalk still and waited for a response. You heard groaning and looked over to see Noct open one eye and looking at you.

"Smell nice and warm"

and then he was asleep.

Ignis sighed and walked over to shake him awake and you turned to see Gladio and Prompto nodding their heads. Gladio was the first to say something.

"I think he's right. Your a little babe space heater." You flushed, and he and Prompto laughed seeing your face.

"Yeah and you uhh, kinda smell a lot like roses." was Proms response, and now you watched him go red. Gladio slapped him on the back and Ignis chuckled quietly, continuing to try and wake Noctis up.

So your consensus was to buy more blankets, and an air freshener.

Fair enough.

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THANKS FOR READING

I dont know if this is cringe or how I did, but I hope I did good on my first time writing these guys.

Hope you enjoyeddd

[rattlyglitch]

What Happens When the Sky Cries

Enjoy my open-ended angst about Grim and Yuu from twisted wonderland.

Everything felt dark and cold. It made it hard for him to think to breathe to understand what was happening. The only thing Grim knew was that he was scared and alone. He wanted to be back at the dorm with Yuu. Be back with the friends they both had. It didn't matter where he and Yuu were as long as he was with them.

Since the coldness was all Grim felt he wanted to do his best to ignore it by thinking of how Yuu would hold him in their arms. He had never admitted it but he enjoyed being in Yuu's arms. It was a safe place for Grim. A place where he knew that no matter what came at him from the world he would be safe.

Something he had always hoped for when younger. A weird warmness came over him. It felt comforting and nice but it wasn't a warmness he knew. It was a warmness that scared Grim. It made him feel like he was on fire.

Like something was trying to burn him. That was when a scream came over him. Grim screamed as loud as he could. His screams turned to a cry for help for some force that would keep the fire away. When the fire got to its worst point when it got to the point of suffocating him Grim opened his eyes.

He was on the ground for some reason in a puddle of black ink with a pounding headache. It took a long while to try to figure out what was happening. Someone seemed to be overbloting and fighting Leona, Malleus, and Azul. "Sealie are you with us?" Grim groaned and rolled over before coughing.

Two hands quickly pick him up and turn Grim over. Every cough hurt and it seemed black ink kept exiting his mouth. When they stopped Grim painfully wheezed. Why did his body feel like fire? "What hurts Grim?" The voice he couldn't see who it was but it sounded like Deuce and the one that had spoken first must have been Floyds. "Everything hurts."

That's when the tears started falling and Grim sobs. "I want Yuu. Take me to Yuu please." They would be able to help Grim he was sure of it. Yuu had the answers to everything it seemed like. They could make his pain go away. Make it feel better with some of that homemade tuna soup that was made when he was sick.

"Grim we can't do that. Yuu's overblotting and we don't even know how it started." Grim looked over to the area where the Ace sounded voice came from. "It's my fault." Ace looked at Grim confused. "What do you mean by that?" Grim meowed in discomfort.

"Yuu had a dream about going home. Then they started thinking about it and I made it worse by saying that if they left that meant Yuu wouldn't come back. Yuu started to panic after thinking about it." Grim hugged himself his sobs getting harder.

"I didn't mean to upset them I swear. I just don't want my only friend to leave. I-if they leave then I'll have to leave and no one's going to care." Broken sobs exited Grim along with coughs that came with them making his body shake uncontrollably. "You really think we would just abandon you after Yuu leaves?" Jack asked now next to Deuce.

Grim nodded. "Why would you stay? No one likes me." Grim was certain that no one would care if he had to leave the school. "You're obviously an idiot if you think you can get rid of us that easily then." Kalim was glaring at Grim.

The disappointing look would have been scary if it also didn't look worried. "We care about you Sealie. Kalim is right that you can't get rid of us that easily. Even if Yuu left we couldn't just leave you on your own. That would be disrespectful toward Yuu. You're their first companion. Their first friend." Grim nuzzled into Deuce's shirt when he started comfortingly rubbing his back.

"What we're going to do now though is take you to Professor Crewel. We need to make sure there's no more blot in you." Grim froze at Deuce's words. If he was taken to the professor then that meant he would be further from Yuu. Unable to help Yuu. If the others couldn't help Yuu then that meant they would die. Yuu wouldn't even have the option of returning home or staying.

They would have to live out whatever moments were left in pain and agony and sorrow. No one was there to help them in their final moments. No one to comfort them.

Grim reacted as fast as he possibly could then to get away. He managed to get out of Deuce's arms and ran as fast as possible towards Yuu. He didn't care if they were overblotting or accidentally hurting him. What Grim knew was that Yuu needed him more than anything. They needed to know that now even though they were so sad and worried that Grim would be there for them no matter what. That's why Grim knew he needed to get their attention.

"HEY YUU OVER HERE!"

Yuu turned to look over at Grim their overblot in full view. The ink monster was large and seemed to have a torn school uniform on. Yuu who had been wearing a school uniform now seemed to have on black suit with frilly cuffs and a cape running down the back the fit finished with a top hat adorned with a purple gem that seemed to be tied around it.

The way it looked made Grim grasp for the mage stone on his neck only bringing him to the realization that it wasn't there. The realization made Grim unsure of what would happen if his stone started to blot. "GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" Grim looked over and saw Riddle looking at him face red and angry. "WE DON'T NEED THIS SITUATION ANY WORSE."

Grim felt his heart drop at the thought that he may make it worse but if he didn't at least try to help then all would be lost for sure. Grim looked determinedly at the tree behind him and began to climb up it as quickly as he could. Once he thought he was at a good height Grim yelled at Yuu with all he could manage.

"YUU YOU'RE OK JUST LISTEN PLEASE. I'M SORRY OK? EVEN IF YOU DO LEAVE THERE HAS TO BE A WAY FOR YOU TO COME BACK!"

Yuu's overblot seemed to slow down in their attacks hesitating for only a moment before attacking again. That moment though was all Grim needed to know he was getting through to them.

"YUU, LISTEN TO ME YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS JUST HEAR ME PLEASE I NEED MY FRIEND!"

The attacks stopped altogether and Yuu's looked over at Grim their overblot following their gaze before moving towards Grim. Students seemed to be panicked as the overblot seemed to move. Grim could see Ace, Deuce, and Jack rushing over and began trying to hit the overblot with spells.

Eventually, though it reached Grim and the overblot's hands picked him up before placing him in their palms. Grim smiled at the overbot tiredly exhaustion overcoming him. Grim managed though to whisper what he could to Yuu while he could.

"I know it's my fault you're like this but please come back for me. You can be as mad as you like at me. Be as mean as you want to me. But I still need my other half. I still need my best friend. So please fight this for me?"

After the words he spoke Grim fell down his body out of whatever adrenaline it had been running on and tired from its forced movement. Grim smiled though even if he was unsure what would happen it seemed that Yuu would be ok and was able to be saved.

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Everything stopped when Grim collapsed in the hands of Yuu's overblot. Time seemed to stop running as the overblot and Yuu looked at the dire beast confused about what had happened.

The inky being gently moved a finger over Grim in a petting motion when Yuu moved their hand as if trying to see what was wrong. When his breathing seemed to slow though was when the overblot started to panic. It let out a pained cry before looking around and kneeling holding its hand out to the closest person in reach.

"HeLp HiM" Yuu spoke in a broken voice. "HeLp My BaBy."

Malleus was the closest to the hand and carefully walked onto it before kneeling down and picking Grim up. "I don't know if any magic can help him. He's dying-" A scream pierced the air again.

"HELP HIM!"

Malleus looked over and walked to Lilia who stood next to Professor Trein and Professor Crewel. He held out Grim to Lilia and looked at him. "You have to know how to fix this right? Even if you don't someone else can?"

Lilia looked down at Grim and then up at Yuu and their overblot. "I don't know if there is anything I can do." Yuu looked at Lilia terrified before their eyes started to fill with inky black tears that turned into open sobs their overblot slowly sinking away.

"There has to be something you can do I'm begging you." Yuu reached their hand out towards Lilia ink starting to drip off their arms and the suit they wore slowly turning to their school uniform. "I'll do anything just don't say he'll die." Slowly the inky tears turned to clear ones washing away the trails of ink on Yuu's face.

"Please."

[beanibon]

Bottom!98Knives x DomAFAB!Reader

Part Two

Summary: you have endured Knives countless abusive speeches ever since Vash convinced you to babysit his brother while he ran errands in the town. Eventually it became too much, to the point you had to put your mutt in place.

warning: this fic is an absolute kinkfest, I apologise. Also heavily Trimax implied (mostly anatomy wise not actual spoilers).

TW: oral (F!receiving), face-riding, overstimulation, pegging, hate sex, inexperienced sex, fake orgasm (gotta humble knives somehow), cockwarming, creampie, sex toys, bondage, gagging, degradation, choking.

Another bitter lecture on why humans were an insufferable species, those words filled with venom that bounced off your slouched shoulders. Head already pounding with a headache, you had regretted agreeing to watch Vash's spiteful twin, bearing his verbal abuse on what appeared to be a daily basis now.

Yet despite those words spat your way, like you were the very reason of his hatred for humankind, Knives still found himself begrudging spooning your smaller form. The only issue with that was you were still subjected to his rants, until they were all that filled your dreams, dreams that use to be full of nothing but pure happiness.

"Incompetent species your kind are, useless and disgusting to gaze upon. Your very existence plagues this world, may you all burn one day." You rolled your eyes, yet kept silent about how his actions contradicted his words. The arm slung lazily over your waist as your back was pressed uncomfortably into his chest, his aura suffocating.

"Do you ever shut up, I'm trying to sleep and you're grating voice is causing my ears to bleed." You sighed, voice bitter as Knives squeezed your waist.

"You dare speak to me in such a tone? I will make sure you regret every word spok-"

"You piss me off," Knives' taller form was now beneath you, the rage on his face obvious from your position a top of him. "Acting high and mighty, but then crawling into my bed like a bitch in heat. You're fooling no one bar yourself."

Knives looked furious, teetering on the edge of rage if you persisted your outburst. He was furious, until the moment you tore that silk nightgown from your body.

"Someone ought to put you in your place," You hissed, fingers embedding themselves into his platinum blonde hair, pulling at tuffs until his face collided with your cunt. As your weight sunk onto him, squashing his face underneath you and the pillow he rested upon previously. "I know you don't require sleep, that's one positive we now have all night to make sure you're returned to your brother a dumbafied mess."

The growl against your clit had your thighs shaking, suffocating Knives between them. When he made no move to advance in your pleasure you took it upon yourself, grinding your hips against his contorted face. Chasing your high as Knives clawed at your body, mind indecisive as whether to stop you or indulge you.

It took a few minutes until you felt something wet slot its way inside your folds, lips suckling at your intimate flesh. Knives had decided to indulge your humanly needs, hands gripping your ass, a need to dominate even in this particular predicament. But he'd soon find out you had no intention of allowing him an inch power, stamping out that idea like embering flames.

You greatly despised the hands holding your waist, dragging you along his awaiting mouth. None but impressed, you raised your hips to break away from his reciprocation, bile in your throat as he slammed you back down hungrily. So you let him have his fun, manipulating him to believe he had the upper hand, that he was the one bringing you unrelented pleasure as you moaned sweetly.

In reality it was painfully obvious that Knives had no idea what he was doing, having never touched or seen a woman's body. His hungry lapping was sloppy, unsure of what to focus on, sure his teasing suckling against your flaps had you keening enthusiastically but that's where it stopped. Forcing you to press your neglected clit sharply against his nose, grinding against it to offer some relief. Knives may not have been pleased with this, but it didn't matter, soon he'd be finding out just how 'in control' the fucker truly was.

Once it hit the ten minute mark you knew you weren't going to orgasm any time soon, and as embarrassing it was you didn't have a choice to stop this unpleasant mouthing. Face red as you let out an loud moan, thighs clenching Knives face as you faked an orgasm, quick to remove yourself as your eyes glared at the man smirking at you. God he looked like an idiot, and how you desperately wanted to make him whimper like one.

"You humans are such simple creatures, chasing your disgusting pleasure highs and here you are calling me a bitch in heat, when you so beautifully cum." You wanted to gag, perhaps even admit you faked it to get him to stop embarrassing himself.

Without so much as a single word you got up, crouching down to grab a locked crate from underneath your bed. Knives watched with a quirked brow, sitting up as he crossed his legs, amusement in the form of sly smirk.

"Giving me the silent treatment? You truly are petty," Unknown objects were beginning to line up on the bed's edge, Knives frowning at them in confusion. "What are these?"

"You'll know soon enough, but this bitch in heat wishes for you to properly fuck her, think your Lordship could treat me with his cock?" Your voice was laced with something, malice? No, that couldn't be it.

Knives smirked, chuckling as fingers propped your delicate face to look at him. "Who am I to deny my sweet human bitch?"

The room was filled with desperate pleas, moans soon muffled harshly by the ball gag slammed against teeth. Nails dug into the sheets, clawing frantically to try and escape.

Knives felt his drool pool around the ball gag, tears filled his blue eyes as he whimpered, jolting at another harsh smack to his ass.

"I don't know whether to be disgusted or amused that you're getting off to this," That silky voice, belonging to the only devil present in the room as you smiled wickedly down at his form, running the whip teasingly along his cock. "Next time, don't test my patience."

Another snap of the whip, Knives crying against the plastic gag, trying to crawl away from your sexual torture. Only you brought him cruelling back, pulling him arms back as you clicked a pair of pink, fluffy cuffs around his wrists.

Laughter made Knives shiver, eyes wide and filled with fear as you leaned against his arched back, fingers pressed delicately against his rim. "Good thing you've already cummed for me three times, otherwise this wouldn't be as enjoyable. For you at least." The way Knives tensed had you giggling, shoving his face into the pillow as you angled the strap on against his prepared hole.

You could hear the frantic pleas from the man, muffled as he begged for you to stop. Except they only acted to urge you on, slamming your hips into his anus, earning a high pitched moan from the usual calculated and cruel twin. Satisfaction at having turned him into a drooling, moaning mess beneath you as you pounded into him at ruthless pace.

Knives with eyes full of beautiful, bliss out tears, looked back at you, not having the strength to muster even a glare as you winked at him. He wanted to curse you, strangle you for withering him to a submissive being completely at your mercy. Yet despite it all, Knives couldn't help but find some pleasure at how you had him drooling a muffled version of your name at each thrust against his prostate.

"You likin it? What a filthy excuse of a creature, indulging in such a disgusting act of self pleasure." Your words reflected his own, cruel and condescending. Those deceitful fingers drawing lines along his spine, causing his back to arch against the touch.

Leaning against his back, breasts dug into shoulders as your teeth nibbled at his ears. Laboured breathing sounded heavenly, eyes rolled into his skull as he covered the sheets beneath you two in bioluminescent cum.

"Such a filthy whore."

"Please....no more...I can't."

"You can't? I thought you were a superior being, stronger than any mere mortal that walked this hellscape?" Knives whimpered, hiding his tears has you dragged your hips excruciatingly slow along his pelvis.

Hands placed against his chest, fingers pinching his nipples as you stilled, appreciating how his cock twitched against your cervix. You had to admit that Knives looks angelic beneath you, the feathers sprouting at random an added extra as he struggled to keep eye contact.

"You've satiated your desires, please you can't need anymore." Knives hated begging, but what else was he to do when it came to appeasing the succubus milking him until he was dry.

"My sweet Knives, you should know by now," You leaned forward, pulling the collar tighter around his throat untilheet out strangled cough. "I'm insatiable."

Knives could no longer see straight, cum dribbling endlessly from his throbbing cock, encased in your hands as you pumped the fleshlight up and down along his shaft. His mouth was wrapped around one of your nipples, not like he noticed at this point, numb to overstimulation.

A stuttering cry sounded from the blonde, releasing your nipple at the pain of coming again, fresh tears staining his feather covered cheeks. Those soft, silk like feathers encased your body, their touch gentle against your skin.

Collapsing against your chest, face buried between those warm pillows as he sobbed. Incoherent word vomit spilled from his bruised, drool coated lips. Shivering at the way you giggled, finally freeing his flaccid cock from the textured fleshlight.

Taking the collar off his neck, smiling proudly as Knives sucked in much needed air, thankful to be able to breath properly. You moved him to the side, his body limp as you circled his cock with a finger, watching it stand yet again in painful anticipation. Knives whimpered, wondering what other cruel torture you had in mind, no longer surprised at your insatiable desires.

"Still wanting more? My, my, my how adorable you are my sweet slut." Your voice was no longer cruel, you may have whipped his ass raw, choked the air from his lungs and fucked him into another dimension, but you no longer had that malicious undertone. Instead opting to sweetly degrade him, praising him for how he came for you over and over again, getting hard after each touch to his cock.

Legs hoisted over his head, Knives tried to focus on what you were doing, panting as he felt something enter him again. It was large, not to mention unnaturally wide as he grunted at the intrusive toy. What had his body convulse and contort with pain and pleasure was the intense vibrations against his prostate, drawn out whines filling the small room yet again as his legs rested against your shoulders.

"Good boy, now he can't forgot that gorgeous cock of yours." Something snapped against his tip, the small band squeezing the head of his pulsating dick. "Just to make sure you last as long as possible, don't want you coming too soon, especially now that you're on the verge of breaking."

You re-inserted his cock into the fleshlight, only this time pressing a few buttons on the side, intense vibrations causing Knives hips to buck up, back arching. You flipped him over, laying on your back as you wrapped your legs around Knives face.

"Now eat me out properly this time, I want to cover that face in my cum, mark you as my personal whore." You cooed, fisting tufts on his hair as grinded his face against your dripping cunt.

This time Knives knew what to do, mustering enough energy to suck and lick your clit. His actions were slow, sluggish as the smallest of movements were agonisingly painful to perform. Releasing your clit, Knives began lapping at your pussy, pressing a shaking thumb against your bud of nerves.

Moans spilled from those cruel lips, along with praises and mocking coos. Yet despite the way you mocked him, Knives couldn't help swelling with exhausted pride at finally pleasing you, hoping this torture would now end.

And thankfully it did, the moment you crushed his head between your quivering thighs, gushing over Knives fucked out face, you halted the devices vibrations. Freeing his abused cock and anus from their toys, Knives collapsed wings wrapping themselves around his body as if to protect himself from your satiated lust.

Gentle hands brushed themselves along those wings, weight sat upon his back as he caught his breath. Knives prayed to whatever holy being that you had had enough, eyes drooping at the exhaustion tugging at his limbs. Arms encased his feathery form, your warm body pressed against his back as kisses were placed along any exposed patch of skin. Humming filled his ears, drifting him into a much needed sleep.

"Heya Y/N! Hope Knives behaved last night, so sorry about leaving you with him again." Vash, finally back from whatever errand he was running, stood awkwardly at your door.

A smile tugged at your lips, cruel and devilish. The look had Vash confused as you stepped aside to let him in, leading him to the living room.

There, collapsed and sprawled out on soft, velvet couch was his sore, strained twin brother, face contorted as the discomfort of moving had him remain in place. Not even Vash's gentle greeting stirred Knives, who was still covered in last nights sins, too exhausted to even make it to the shower.

"Is he okay?" Vash asked quietly, noticing the many tear stains on Knives cheeks.

"Oh he's fine," You waved off Vash's concern, pouring warm water into a mug. "He was very well behaved last night, the most obedient he's ever been actually!"

Wings sprouted from Knives instantly, startling the younger twin. Knives face was bright red, hidden by the pillow that covered his face as the feathers quivered in excitement at the praise. His body reacting eagerly as if you'd take him then and there, disregarding his stupid brother's presence.

"You might have to carry him home though, he's exhausted from helping me move some furniture around." You lied, sliding some freshly made tea towards the Humanoid Typhoon, blowing to cool your own drink.

"But everything looks the same? What furniture did you move?" Vash asked innocently, warming his hand on the mug.

You quirked a brow at Knives, catching his gaze sent a shiver along his spine. "Just rearranged a few things in my room."

[dairy-farmer]

Have I tried to do research on incubuses to write this, yes...

Did I not like the research I did and made it all up in my head, yes again....

Well, although this is an incubus ask is there any proper sex in it, unfortunately no

Will I send this anyway, absolutely yes...

Tim has been an incubus since birth

The magic emitted from the parchment found by Jack and Janet in one of their excavations entered the body of Janet, who was pregnant at that moment, causing some changes in the fetus

Fearing that something would happen to their baby, they talked to the elders of the village where they found the scroll and tried to get as much information about it as possible

The spell was created by a man who found the person he loved in someone else's arms. According to the idea in the mind of the person who created the magic, his lover had been captured through sex and removed from him. In order to correct this, he tried to turn his body into a soul that would be desired by everyone, but he died before he could fully succeed

The point where he failed was actually too simple. Normally, Incubus souls are desired by the other side, and the soul would fulfill its nourishment with this desire, even though it did not need it very much. However, although the baby formed as a result of this magic would be desired by the other side again, he would not be able to live long enough without introducing the fluids formed from people's ejaculation into his body

Jack and Janet didn't quite know what they could do. Their son had been born with a pair of black wings that suited him very well and a long tail that moved depending on his emotions. As parents, they did not want their baby to try to taste semen or orgasm fluid at an early age from strangers, so they continued to stay with Tim for several years and tried to feed him every time their little baby sat on their lap and started to put his teeth on their skin

Within a few years, Tim began to slowly learn to control himself. When he was old enough to go to school, he was able to hide his tail and wings and continue his life without feeding for several weeks

And Jack and Janet, every time their son grew up and learned to control himself more, they increased the duration of their trips abroad a little bit and left Tim alone in the big mansion

It wasn't because they didn't like their little baby, but being trapped in Gotham for years to satisfy Tim's hunger was suffocating them now, and they wanted to get back to the excitement they had experienced thanks to their archaeological excavations

On one of the trips where they left Tim alone, the little incubus accidentally discovered another of his powers when he felt that he was going to starve to death

To be able to enter people's dreams...

The first dream he entered was none other than Dick Grayson, who was living in the Wayne Manor at that time and his hormones were through the roof as a result of puberty

Tim had learned that he could also take on the images of different people during that first dream

After that, he began to spend his time usually entering Dick's dreams. Of course, there were also times when the young boy followed Batman and Robin using his little wings to fully understand the time of his sleep and learned their identities, but this information did not interest Tim so much at that moment

Dick's departure from Gotham after a fight with Bruce led to a new discovery of Tim

The more distance there was, the harder it was for Tim to enter into their dreams

In response, he began to find himself in Bruce's dreams. Probably due to the fact that he was older, Tim did not have a lot of opportunities that he could use for sex, but he still managed to get enough semen into his body to feed

Maybe that's why Jason's young body's arrival meant that he was having a really good amount of food

However, everything began to mix up with the murder of Robin by the Joker. Tim had been unable to reach his parents for a long time, Dick had an even bigger fight with Bruce and said he would never return to Gotham again, while Bruce had begun to see nothing but dreams of losing Jason which caused Tim to cry from the pain

Perhaps that's why his purpose of being Robin was different from everyone else. For normal incubuses, maybe the person they wanted didn't mean anything, but for Tim, connecting to certain people meant not being able to get food from anyone other than them that would help him survive

His body could also choose to accept different people, but this was a complex process(If there is a first-degree kinship to the person he first connected with, sudden attachment would occur) and would be impossible to do after a certain age

The murder of his family, Jason's coming back and him trying to kill Tim which in a way would get Tim out of his dreams, Bruce's death which even though he knows he's alive, and where Dick took Robin away from him and Damian's threats on Tim's life...

The soul inside Tim refused to have desires for people who refused to desire him in a sense, but there were no other people Tim could feed on. He was 17, so the last age he could choose someone different and connect with, even if by force, he spent proving that Bruce was alive

His body was burning, and during the slightest carelessness, his wings and tail would have appeared. Although Tim could have sex in real life until the distrust between them decayed, he didn't want to bother anyone, and the thought of other people touching his body made his stomach uncomfortable

One of the times when he masturbated to eliminate the pain in his pussy in his own apartment and did not need to hide his normal body, Dick caught him in this state

Thinking that his body had been seized, his older brother immediately took him in his arms and tried to take him to the cave

Under normal circumstances, Tim would have tried to get rid of his brother's arms, but right now he wanted to live his last moments happily without anyone finding out his secret, because that little touch ignited the desire in his body

He remembered that his parents had said at the time that it was dangerous for other people to realize that he was an incubus, and he wept into the heat that he would never experience again, while tears soaked Dick's uniform

It was only a matter of time before they kicked Tim out of the family. They would realize that he was really an incubus and they would hate him for using them

But that didn't happen. On the contrary, his family looked at him with sad expressions in their eyes as they listened to what Zatanna was telling. They squinted their eyes with regret while listening to how Tim could not enter their dreams due to the problems that had arisen between them and that he would die if he did not feed decently for a while

And this made Tim very angry. He didn't want their pity, or the thought that they would show him love and desire his body just because he was going to die made him sad

As a result, he fled from the manor...

Others were feeling extremely frustrated over this escape attempt. Even if Tim couldn't get into their dreams, especially as an incubus how could he not feel the desires that kept them up every night? Hunger should have dulled his senses

And even if they caught Tim, what were they going to do? They didn't want to try to force sex and further increase Tim's already insecure feelings, but if they waited any longer, it might have been too late

As a result, after bringing Tim to the manor, they began to prepare drinks consisting their semen

And since Tim got into the habit of drinking it constantly, after a certain period of time, he began to lose control over his movements due to a state of excessive satiety, just like in his childhood with his parents

While Bruce was working in his office, he ignored the meeting opened on the computer, went under the table and started sucking his dick, which he pulled out of his pants

He ignored the image that was open on TV while the movie was being watched and covered himself with the veil he shared with Dick, bringing his little pussy together with his big brother's cock and letting everyone hear the dirty sound caused by sex

He let Jason fuck his pussy hard by decking him between the wall and his muscular body or made Damian's first experience by sitting on him and jumping on his little boy's dick

He felt relieved. The pain in his body disappeared, and he even began to be able to re-enter his family's dreams

It was a complete feast...

the LORE packed into this yesssss!!!!! incubus tim is so good especially his family realizing they've been starving and neglecting him and tim FINALLY getting his fill of all the cum he needs!!!!

[atla-recluse]

Some Not-So-Gentle Reminders and Points for the Gravity Falls Fandom (And for Fandoms in General) to Consider, Especially the Dishonest and Clueless “Apologists”

Note: So here’s my official first Gravity Falls post. I’m not exactly a new fan, though I am having a second wind of interest and appreciation for it and everything in it. For this particular post, I guess I just really felt like getting some thoughts off my chest and just kept going after that. Sorry for lack of pics/direct evidence. This was supposed to be quick and most of this stuff should be pretty obvious if you just pay attention and take the bias goggles off. I might come back and add images/media later. I’ll gladly correct any mistakes too, big or small, if need be.

Now consider this:

- Stan, in the scene where he allegedly “broke” Ford’s science fair project, didn’t even touch it! I repeat, Stan DID NOT touch Ford’s science fair project! What he touched, was the table it was set on when he slammed his fist down! Yet he was and still is blamed for it breaking by everyone in the fandom and show, even himself. How has this common claim so rarely been questioned by a fandom that prides itself on being skeptical and solving mysteries? Just use your eyes and rewatch the scene, people!

- The fact that Ford was so quick to accuse Stan—the one person in the whole world out of his entire life that had supported him through thick and thin and always protected him—of breaking his project based on minimal evidence at best, implies that Ford already had a low opinion of Stan by that point and probably much earlier. It implies that even if he did love Stan, he definitely didn’t believe in him. No one had ever believed in or supported Stan until Soos came into his life, followed by Wendy, Dipper and Mabel.

- No matter how you try and slice it, Ford had been outright shown time and time again, through both words and actions, to have not appreciated Stan’s love or devotion to him, or their closeness. At least not outwardly, to us viewers. His true feelings might not always show and we do get some glimpses here and there of his thoughts on Stan, but appearances matter a lot! Someone being open to doing things with another person, seemingly to keep up an air of decency and calm while they’re trapped in the same place together, doesn’t mean that person appreciates the other. It doesn’t even necessarily mean that you want a relationship with that person or to reconcile.

- Ford’s usage of the words “suffocating” and “meant for something greater” when talking to Dipper about familial relationships and specifically the boy’s connection with his sister Mabel, besides many other talked-to-death things, is very telling and shows how much he was terrified of the intimacy he had with Stan. There’s literally no nicer way to put it. He didn’t just want to escape the bullying he received or the crappy town he grew up in. He wanted to escape Stan. At some point in his adolescence, Ford seemed to have grown to view Stan as an obstacle to his success, a weight on his shoulders, a leech or spotlight hog of some sort, or just a painful reminder of awful experiences. This in itself is a very realistic reaction and when you look at the examples, the case for Ford truly being proud of what he had with Stan looks very shaky. Despite what I’ve noted here, I do think Ford did and does greatly love Stan deep down. But he also seemed to be afraid of something, which seems to have led to him wanting to run away from his feelings—and from Stan.

- Again, it’s possible to love someone dearly but still harm them or view them as harmful to you or for both of you to harm each other. If you really want to view Ford’s immediate discarding of what was supposedly both his and Stan’s dream, along with Stan himself, in a somewhat more positive (well, more selfless) light, you could argue that Ford thought he was holding Stan back (instead of solely vice versa). After all, if Stan did depend on Ford as much as we see him do in the series to the point where they were practically a (mis?) matched pair of socks, it could very well be that Ford felt like he was forcing Stan to be the ‘dumb but brawny and funny’ twin to his ‘smart but weak and weird’ self. Maybe he figured Stan shouldn’t have to keep defending him and making a fool of himself to make Ford happy and feel less alone in his ‘freakishness’ into adulthood. Perhaps he thought some separation was what they both needed to finally grow into two fully-fledged, separate beings.

- There’s an argument to be made that Ford is/was extremely narcissistic and insecure. You know what many narcissists (with or without NPD) have in common? They have low self-esteem. Low self-esteem often born from a childhood of emotional abuse and neglect and constantly being told there’s something wrong with you, that you’re not and will never be good enough. Low self-esteem and a need to hide it and look for ways to avoid rejection or coming rejection, even if it’s just perceived. It can be easy to forget that Stan and Ford were both treated terribly inside the home as well as outside it. Ford was on some level the golden child whereas Stan was the scapegoat. There are some narcissistic dynamics going on here. (They’re very prevalent in families, you know?) Childhoods like theirs are known for breeding such people. This means that Ford may have saw himself in a negative light but felt Stan’s love was exacerbating the problem because he was being led to believe that Stan was a problem; The problem child.

- Stan shows signs of extreme codependency to the point of having traits that practically mimic that of BPD/EDD/EUPD (including insecurity and low self-esteem as well). He’s clearly terrified of abandonment yet of closeness too, at the same time. This is likely also caused by his and Ford’s childhood. Many people with BPD come from homes like theirs, too. Now I understand these are cartoon characters, so the urge to diagnose, while understandable, is typically pointless. However, if we’re speaking theoretically on which disorders match up with characters the most based on what we see and find out about them, then yes, Stanley seems to be extremely codependent—especially toward Stanford—and likely suffers from other emotional trauma that was made far worse after he was kicked out.

Do we ever see it so much as implied that this concerns Stanford though? That he sympathizes with whatever current plight his brother is going through even once outside of the finale of all times, particularly before Stanley had seemingly already been erased out of existence? I don’t think we do. Well, maybe once. Stanford gave Dipper a pretty and high tech tie to give to Stanley... I guess he wanted to throw his poor, dumb dog of a brother a bone. (I kid, I kid. But not really.)

You can’t even claim that it was the same the other way around and say that Stan doesn’t pay mind to Ford’s struggles or want to help him out of them ever, because the show often goes out of its way to illustrate to us the opposite and often also makes it clear just how much Stan adores Ford. Spending their childhood protecting and sticking up for him. Dropping/giving up everything for Ford repeatedly. Being concerned over Ford’s sanity/behavior when he visited him that fateful day in 1982. Still holding out hope he’ll change his mind on their old dream despite the hell he’s been put through. Forgiving Ford for everything even after he almost ‘dies’ to clean up the problem that, mind you, FORD CAUSED TO BEGIN WITH. Ford “ruined” his own life! (And is implied or explicitly shown to have had a hand in bringing about the intense hardship of others’ lives. E.g. Stanley, Fiddleford....the evidence is there.)

- In fact, there can be no talks about “who was more responsible for Weirdmageddon” without acknowledging who was the first one to shake the devil’s hand: Ford! I mean, of course it’s mainly Bill’s fault, he’s the villain! The point is that it’s harder for others to do wrong when we refuse to help them. We know romantic relationship cheaters are jerks but what about those who knowingly help the cheaters cheat? They never get a pass, now do they? Then the same can especially be said for Stanford, who did not refuse to help Bill—even despite warnings about summoning him—until it was too late and the cat was miles away from the bag. At that point he had no one to blame but himself for the problem continuing to escalate. I mean, don’t you remember the many questionable ways he tried to contain it?!

- Stanley is not even close to being the dumb twin. Not in anyway. On top of all the skills he’s learned over the decades, he’s actually implied to be close to as smart or even equal to Stanford. His whole life is actually a testament to how amazing he truly is at surviving and, given the right tools, thriving. You know what some of you sound like when you have nothing but crap to say about this main’s relatively positive traits, irrespective of his actual wrong-doings? Stanford Pines, pre-realization of all the ways he has screwed things up for those around him. You know, who the man was only after he erased Stanley’s memory. Though a lot of you seem to self-insert and project onto Stanford to an unpleasant extent anyway, so I guess that’s not surprising. You know who else you end up sounding like? Filbrick Pines. Yeah, that one. I don’t know, seems a bit disturbing to be. You know who else you often end up sounding like? Bill Cipher, if I remember properly. In fact, wasn’t it implied that much of Stanford’s negative views of Stanley and not needing family, was influenced by Bill? Hmm.

- You can not blame Stanley for pushing Stanford into the portal while completely ignoring the context of the scene and all the actions that lead up to that point. Ford sent Stan a vague postcard (implying he may have known how to reach Stan all along). Ford allowed Stan inside and in the basement where things were bound to be the most dangerous. Ford told Stan to take the book and get as far away from him (“sail as far away as you can. To the edge of the Earth”) as possible despite knowing their were a lot of tender feelings there, especially when it came to the two of them sailing together. Ford started the fight when Stan tried to burn the book he was given, that Ford wanted to get rid of anyway! Ford pushed Stan while trying to get said book back onto a bunch of buttons which activated the portal to begin with! The accidental lever turn came after that and the Stan accidentally pushing him into the portal was just the nail in the coffin of their faux family reunion that Ford caused to happen. 

No one made Ford choose an unsuspecting Stan as a tool and means to an end for the mess he put himself and possibly the whole world in. That was his choice. Either they’re both to blame or Ford is solely to blame. What you’re not going to do is put the entirety of the blame on Stan. Call me every name in the book for this, but I believe the BIGGEST innocent victim in that scenario was Stan! You don’t need to blame him for every single terrible thing that happened to Ford because Stan already blames himself for everything! Even when it doesn’t look like it could have been him responsible for it! He already is full of shame and remorse that fill every step he takes every single day. He worried every day for thirty years that the blood of one of the only people in his life that he’s loved, may have been on his own hands.

- I think it’s possible that one of the reasons Ford latched on to Bill despite all the red flags, was because Bill reminded him of Stanley. He wanted a friend. He wanted his best friend back. Bill played the role almost perfectly—until he didn’t anymore and Ford realized his mistake. This could mean that there’s a chance he realized the biggest difference between Stan and Bill since he did end up contacting the former after Bill’s betrayal, and in his own words, chose Stan because he trusted him. He still trusted Stan. It could have been less than when they were children though and all that time with someone that reminded him of Stan yet ended up betraying him ‘too’ may have caused him to start associating Stan with Bill. I can imagine that after he was sucked into the portal, Ford’s associating Stan with painful betrayal may have worsened. But bringing him out of the portal could have slightly improved it. And seeing as they finally sailed away by the end, he realized must have he was wrong to ever associate them, if he had before. I bet they’re probably still sailing around the world together over a decade later right now.

- If the thought of both twins not returning home and choosing to live with their grunkles and exploring gravity falls/world and sailing the sea together, bothers you, ask yourself how it would have been soooo much better if only Dipper had stayed while Mabel went back home? You see the issue with that now? I won’t argue whether or not it’s okay for a 12 - 13 year old boy to stay in a far off place with an adult family member. After all their parents didn’t mind sending them alone to Gravity Falls for the summer to live with their great uncle anyway, which was likely dangerous/irresponsible of them for many reasons. I just think it’s suspicious that some people can only see the issue if someone suggests that both twins should have left their parents and life in California behind to resolve the issue of the apprenticeship and keeping close to one’s sibling all at once.

- The Stan Twins told their story in ATOTS but only we, the audience, actually see it play out. The characters don’t. The way brothers explained it may have made it seem to each other like the other still had no sympathy for them and didn’t think that what they did was wrong. Stan even called Ford’s dream college “stupid” while the flashback was being shown and he was explaining his side of the story. The fact that neither apologizes for the painful things they helped contribute to in their young adulthood which affected them, probably didn’t help either.

- In one of the scenes from the ATOTS flashback, Ford yelled at Stan “Help me Stanley!” as he was slowly sucked into the portal. He wanted Stan to save him! These were Ford’s final words to him that Stan internalized and are what Stan immediately set out to do! He likely worked for decades with these last words in mind, not knowing whether Ford would still be alive when he brought him back to their world! Ford even threw the book that they’d fought over to Stan before he disappeared. How do you think that looked from Stan’s POV? Like a visual cry for help on top the audible one I bet! Also, Ford had some awful nightmares thanks to Bill. It was terrible what was done to him and pushed him to the point of insanity. However, he wasn’t the only one with fears, regrets and a troubled past. Imagine what Stan’s nightmares must have been like, especially the ones with Ford in them? The parts of Stan’s dreamscape that we got a view of were depressing. The dreary colors, the symbolism...

- Both sets of twins are extremely sensitive to and immediately take things to heart, especially insults/criticism and all of them can at times act less mature than their actual ages. They all feel inadequate in some way. They just showed these traits to different extents and unhealthily cope in different ways. Be careful with their feelings and what you say to them because all of them wear a front as a cover for protection. They also all occasionally lack common sense, act silly and say and do the oddest things at times. Plus they all need someone who genuinely loves them dearly to hold them down and would die for their family (or die of heartbreak if they didn’t get there in time).

- Stan and Ford after decades apart and so much animosity between them, are sailing on a ship. They could be together in the middle of nowhere very often. Knowing of all those negative feelings that were present, it leads me to think about all the ways their trip could have gone wrong. Many understand that their father was abusive, but what if they were or became abusive to each other? I don’t want to believe this would happen and I doubt we were supposed to consider such a thought. However, the terrible possibilities are still there. At worst, I prefer to think that things are at times bitter but then sweet.

- It’s very fascinating to me how so much “Stanford Defense” seems to be built upon throwing other characters under the bus to make him seem less culpable for his own choices. It boggles my mind how the same people who claim that characters such as Stan and Mabel are never questioned on anything (laughable to say this point, especially coming from them) seem to be the ones doing everything in their power to keep people from so much as voicing displeasure anymore at any part of Ford’s character. I swear I’m ever seeing the same names on different sites arguing with people about how wrongly ridiculed he is. It’s really is starting to look like all the “Stanford gets soooo much unnecessary HAAAAATE and is always bAsHeD” people are trying to take things in the opposite direction. Which is just as upsetting if not more so, because such behavior only leads to the shutting down of discussion and critique. That’s horrible for a fandom to go through, just like the other way around. Can’t Gravity Falls do better than that?

- Your faves won’t ever be every single person’s faves. Sometimes people will even dislike a character that you like. That’s fine! That’s life! Just don’t forget while loving said character, that this does not have to mean you approve of everything they say or do. You don’t need to jump to one’s defense whenever someone makes a point. Especially a valid one that can’t truly be disproven anyway. It makes you look delusional and like you’re in a parasocial relationship with that fictional character. Learn and never forget the difference between arguing an important point with societal implications and solely defending a character for the sake of it, please.

- Mental illness is not a joke or something to wear as a badge of honor. It’s also not something that, if noticed, should be swept under the rug. In the case of fictional characters, I think it’s quite admirable when people can see certain traits of themselves or their loved ones in characters past the stereotypical ones, but that also gives us a chance to talk about those traits and just how hard it can be to live with them and why sympathy and amnesty is so important to healing and moving forward. I believe Stan and Ford especially show signs of extreme mental illness in the show that I have a hunch were placed in them on purpose. This seems to be one of those cases where we’re supposed to see our own family dynamics in them.

- It’s asinine to claim to love a character but ignore or even outright deny their faults and flaws, even when they admit to it! If you love someone, love all of that person, even if you’re often at odds with them. When someone says they love Stanford for literally deny things about him that are proven to be true, I’m left wondering if that person actually loves him—or just the idea of him. Same with any other character this happens with. Enough with the need for our favorite characters to be pure, perfect versions of ourselves. Enough with the need to wipe away issues and to go as far as making up traits for the character, or even stealing their traits from another to make him or her look better and the other character look worse. You’re in effect masking what depth is actually present and risking putting a bad taste in the mouth of those that are neutral on them; souring them to the character and even fandom. 

- Even the characters with potential who were unfortunately underutilized—such as Caryn Pines, the mother of the Stan Twins—still tended to fill their main roles in the story pretty well, even despite time restraints. Some of these and other side characters even managed to gain their own small group of fans and fan-creators on their behalf, within the larger fandom. That is pretty wild and deserves some praise. Nice one writers!

- Sometimes it really does help to just remove yourself from the story and just be meta with your takes, i.e. to distance yourself when discussing something because it helps make you less biased and more evidence-based. There are times where we really do see something in a character that indeed was not there or meant to be there. Death of the author can only allow for so much leeway in interpretations. Authorial intent will always matter. This show was very detailed and there are so many things you only noticed after looking again. Some theories exist that imply the whole story for the Pines Family would have mattered no matter what in-universe. We need to be careful when arguing things, we may be/end up wasting our time even more than we think. Oh and ...cartoon logic haha. Also no one loves or will ever love the Pines Family like the Pines Family can. Nor like the creators/writers themselves do. We also can not understand them the way the ones who made them can. When in doubt, it tends to be best to just trust them and their intentions, and your gut as a last resort.

- The Gravity Falls ending was meant to be a happy, fairytale-like ending. That’s how it’s been implied to be the case by the creator (probably not with the company known for fairytales, Disney, even asking him to) and is the reason why every character was so quick to forgive and forget, and why everyone but the ‘super bad guys’ got their ideal ending. Sometimes it’s really not about what would have been the most interesting or profound (or logical) to viewers when making directive choices but about what would make us feel most at peace.

Note: This was all written with mostly one perspective in mind. There are however, many others ones and I do think lots of them are valid takes too, some of them I may even agree with as well and may have hinted at. Also, although it can be hard to tell with so many questionable decisions made, things not done that should have been and even some writing errors here and there, I do think all four of the Pines Family members and those adopted into the family, truly love each other and express it in different ways. That’s what this whole show is really all about and how it ended: With Love for Family prevailing.

[warrenwaskilledbyadeer]

Suddenly decided it's time for my next... headcanon? theory? hot take? post, unsure which one this falls under

So the Shadow can seem pretty arbitrary considering everything we hear about it doing with Agrippa, Weyer, Alexander, Daniel, Tasi, and not showing up for Oswald at all. It's like. What is this thing's deal? Why does it do certain things sometimes and other times it doesn't? I wondered this myself for a long time, then I replayed TDD and there was a line of Agrippa's that made everything make sense

He talks about how different Orbs react differently to being touched by someone who's uninitiated, and then says this, "I was lucky. The Orb I found spared my life and returned to where I found it."

That was a big "Oooohhhh!!" moment for me. The Shadow doesn't have any consciousness or will of its own - it's the Orbs that do! The Shadow is just "the universe catching up with itself," an entirely dependent entity an Orb can summon and control only if it so chooses. And each Orb seems to have a different "personality," if you will

The biggest evidence for this is the entirety of AMFP obviously, but even in TDD you can see it pretty clearly if you compare Agrippa's discovery of an Orb with Daniel's discovery of an Orb -

"As I entered the underground chamber I could feel that I was trespassing. Because of my curiosity I did my best to fight these instincts and fetched the orb from its place. I scrambled out of the chamber and into the woods. I could sense something was following me, it bayed loudly as it closed in." The moment Agrippa sets foot in the Orb Chamber he immediately feels that he is not supposed to be there, and the moment he leaves it the Shadow is after him. This Orb did not want to be retrieved by him, but as Agrippa said, saw fit to spare him instead of having him killed

"I fell to the ground gasping for air, trying to focus. That's when I saw a faint blue shimmer. My weakened body was heavy to carry, but I managed to push myself towards the enchanting light. It was waiting for me. Enclosed in dark nothingness, I felt myself drawn to the mystic light." Daniel has almost an entirely opposite experience than Agrippa. He doesn't know the Orb is there and isn't searching for it - it reveals itself to him in his moment of need. Rather than feeling like a trespasser, Daniel feels invited in by the Orb. When he touches it, he's "spirited away" instead of having the Shadow set on him. My brother pointed out that Daniel was suffocating in the chamber, and the Orb kept him in the Other World, where time passes faster, until the others had broken in to get Daniel out. It seems it was trying to save his life.

Also much unlike Agrippa, and even unlike Herbert, Daniel never sees the Shadow at all after touching the Orb. It's not until Daniel falls headlong off a ship into the middle of the ocean that Daniel first encounters and is lifted out of the water by this unseen force. Once again, not trying to hurt Daniel, trying to save him. Agrippa is instantly hunted by the Shadow, and the Shadow torments Herbert and his men before closing in a very short amount of time after Herbert finds his Orb. It should also be noted that both Agrippa and Herbert had their Orbs reclaimed from them by the Shadow - Daniel only had himself reclaimed from the water lol

And now for the dreams. I often see people say that this is the Shadow trying to communicate with Daniel. But listen here to how Daniel describes his nightmares:

"As I write my thoughts are drawn to my nightmares in which a most disturbing sound calls to me. A sound defying description, a voice from the void."

We hear some similar language used by Oswald, who never encounters the Shadow but does intimately communicate with his Orb:

"I can only hear the voice from within that gentlest of stones. It sings to me and I dream of a great machine." (There's also a line of dialogue in-game where Oswald mentions the voice from the void part but I can't remember it right now)

Daniel is also communicated to in a dream that teaches him how to make something:

"I was awakened by an exhausting nightmare. Shaking and sweating I retired to the drawing room with a cup of tea. The relic pieces lay spread across the table as I'd left them. But somehow, I knew how it was supposed to be."

Rather than the Shadow, it's Daniel's Orb that's trying to communicate with him in these dreams

Sort of a side note but it's obviously very interesting that Daniel is able to mend Orbs, something that surprises Agrippa when Daniel says he can do it, and something that Alexander never attempted with all the long time he had Agrippa's Orb for. In all likelihood Daniel is the first and maybe only person in either world who's ever been able to do this

Anyway, it's already been said before about how the Shadow is clearly not after Daniel. He was in London for a month without ever encountering it. The night he mends the Orb is the very night that Sir William Smith is killed, someone who Daniel spoke to about the Orb pieces he had. Prof. Taylor, who Daniel asked about Mithraism, is also killed shortly after, and Dr. Tate who seems to have nothing to do with this except that Daniel wanted sedatives from him to stop the nightmares, which is how the Orb is communicating with him. I still like to point it out during all this because I think it helps to back up the fact that Daniel, like Oswald, has an Orb that likes him and in its own way is trying to help him

Another interesting thing is how the Orbs seem to sort of communicate with each other. Daniel has an Orb that is very nice to him, but Agrippa's Orb (which did not treat Agrippa very well) is also nice to Daniel. Daniel's own Orb has got some opinions about people. While it's nice to Daniel, it immediately summons the Shadow when used by Alexander, and even turns against Daniel when Daniel assists Agrippa, who we know is not liked by his Orb (also turns on him if he lets Alexander go through)

Tasi's Orb seems to be pretty neutral. It's just trying to get itself back to the Other World, where it's supposed to be. The Shadow never kills Tasi, it only tries to prevent her from leaving the Other World and takes her back there whenever she makes it to earth. Her Orb just wants to go home

Last note about all this: Those who can control the Orbs can control the Shadow. The only example we have of this really (besides some implications about Temaku in Rebirth) is that Weyer, who is known to have complete mastery over the Orbs, is able to get the Shadow to spit Daniel out when it consumes him

All of this is to say that the Shadow is more like a shared defense system that the Orbs can call down upon someone they don't like or that they deem "unworthy." The Orbs are what have consciousness, personality, and decision-making capabilities

[amygdalae]

Oh I had a very fun, vaguely gothic horror flavored dream last night if any1 wants to hear about it. The dream itself wasn't particularly long but so much happened I won't be able to recount it in a way that isn't long-winded. So I'm putting it under a readmore lol.

Not the most "out there" as far as my dreams go but 1. It was very vivid, intricate and cohesive and 2. I actually remember like 90% of it. There is a haunting in it though! Always fun.

Not sure exactly where or how the dream started, but I was in this bigass old musty castle. I had amnesia, but I knew I lived there (or used to? I felt wistful, like I was returning after some time away). I also knew someone (a friend or sibling or something) used to lived there as well, but died of mysterious causes. I kept finding their belongings, small fancy things like lockets, jewelry boxes, expensive trinkets made of gold and porcelain. I'd try to pick them up but they were oddly light and they'd crumple or shatter in my hands.

There were only a few other people in the castle--one of whom was some sort of groundskeeper, a handsome but very tired-looking young man who I knew I had some kind of intimate relationship with (but couldn't remember the particulars). he was sweet and affectionate but had an air of sadness and anxiety about him (he seemed to know something I didn't, but was unwilling or unable to tell me)

I felt agitated, and was trying very desperately to find something. I remember wandering the courtyard and gardens awhile before goign back inside the castle and finding myself in an old theater. instead of a singular stage there were three small curtained stage-like platforms arranged in a half circle in front of the rows of seats. everything was coated with a film of dust

I went backstage, and there were old vividly-adorned puppets hanging in storage. As I walked past a rack of them, one started shaking on its own, and chattering its teeth very loudly. This scared me quite badly and I started to run.

I made it halfway down a hall before the floorboards beneath my feet gave way, and i fell into a very dusty room full of old furniture. The walls were somewhat rough-hewn and unadorned. The second I got my bearings I felt a deep dread rising into my chest, like whatever presence had animated the doll followed me into the room. I was then attacked by several large bugs--i could hear them muttering something angrily at me but couldn't make out the words. I waved my arms above my head to keep them at bay while they swooped down to bite me and looked around for an exit. I had this terrible feeling that if I didn't leave the room I would drown, or suffocate? (something to that effect. Vague indescribable dread is a very common thing in my dreams so it's hard to put into words)

I was able to kick my way out through the rotten planks of an old boarded up door, and wandered out into the sunlight-- I'd emerged into part of the garden, musty and suffering from neglect. I found my way to a pergola (covered patio). The groundskeeper found me there, seeming worried. The pergola was run down and coated with dusty moss; I rooted around some overgrown shelves and pried free a music box. I had to hold it very, very carefully; like other objects in the dream, it weighed nothing at all, and the metal seemed eager to crumple in my hands as soon as I picked it up.

Something about the music box filled me with bone-deep anguish. I sank to the floor, the groundskeeper joining me there with an arm around my shoulders. He seemed to immediately understand the significance of the music box, though I couldn't remember it myself. The last thing I remember is us sitting there together as I veeery gingerly turned the crank on the box. I have no memory of the melody that played, but (unsurpirisingly) it was mournful. Strangely, a comfortable numbness overtook me, and yet tears were streaming down my face. I think the other guy was crying too. The last thing I can recall is a warm glow emanating from somewhere; either the box itself or simply centered in our embrace. then I woke up.

anyways! 10/10! kind of rambling but overall a surprisingly well structured dream. I don't tend to have cool dreams like that without some off-color and insane shit thrown in by my subconscious for flavor but this one was weirdly cohesive? Felt worth documenting

[catofthecanals289]

a very short drabble

(about daniel who quits F1 at the end of 2022 and max who never raced)

It’s still strange sometimes, being in this place, this town, this country, where no one really cares about racing, about Formula 1, about the calendar Daniel once used to live his life by, letting it dictate everything. What he ate, where he went, who he met. Who he dated. All of it.

He used to love it, he knows he did, but what’s left in his chest of that love is an echo at best, traces weak and faded, but sharp edged in places nonetheless. It hurts still, the loss, and Daniel is still figuring out how that can be, if he’s also glad that he’s left it all behind. How can you miss something you don’t want back? How can you have dreams of making the wrong choice? The right choice?

How can any of this be?

Wild vine is growing on the side of the house, wrapping around one of the pillars of the porch and Daniel has watched the leaves sprout, has watched them in their youthful, saturated green and he’s seen them turn darker, greener, has been here for autumn painting them red and golden and the air is getting colder by the day, crisper, the sun lower and lower in the sky.

He wants to be here in spring as well, wants to wake up in that new bed he’s been building for him and Max, wants to listen to Max talk about the chickens and take the horses out for a ride. He wants to forget that he was ever more than this Daniel but there’s a 3 inked into his skin, and how do you forget who you’re used to be, if you’re still wondering what you’re missing?

He loves his life, their life – he’s happy. But Daniel Ricciardo who used to travel the world and race in the fastest cars on earth, he’s still there. And he wonders.

“That’s okay,” Max always tells him. “You’re allowed to miss it.”

And Daniel smiles, reaching out and doesn’t say what Max already knows. That it had been killing Daniel. That he’d felt crushed by it, suffocated, that his love had burned him out a, and that last year, the last two maybe, he’d felt like crying every time he put on a smile and climbed into the car. He’d felt like a coward, running away, stopping his fight.

He knows now, that it saved him.

And yet.

“I don’t know if I’d try again,” he whispers into the quiet of the night, Max’s hand carding through his thinning curls. “If someone turned back time for me. I don’t know.”

“I think,” Max says, and there’s a long pause before he presses his lips to Daniel’s head. “That’s okay too.”

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 11 - Nightmare (Malleus Draconia)

10/09/2023 - 10/11/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warnings: Nightmares, vague spoilers for Book 7 (?)

Gender: GN

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

With a dramatic heave, Malleus bolted upfront from his bed. It was a horrible dream. He had seen him, except, it didn't really feel like him. It felt like someone had uncomfortably possessed his body, leaving no room for his mind to break free from its shackles.

It couldn't have been him. That's not who he was. That's not who he wanted to be.

Though he had waken up from his nightmare, the immense suffocation he felt wouldn't go away. He tried reaching for the glass of water besides his bed stand, but accidentally dropped it, watching as the glass shattered into multiple pieces in slow motion.

He needed to get out of here.

Blindly, Malleus escaped the confines of his room, heading towards some reaction. He didn't know where he was going, he wasn't even aware of what he was doing. But the farther he got from his dorm, the less he felt the unbearable suffocation.

It was near the Ramshackle dorm that he finally felt some relief and could finally breathe normally again.

Wait, Ramshackle?

Y/N awoke to the feeling of being nudged gently. At first, they couldn't be bothered to wake up, assuming that it was Grim. But the figure kept nudging them, and they had no choice but to wake up.

Their eyes widened when they realized that it was Malleus.

He didn't look like his normal composed self. He looked like he'd run a marathon. He looked like he had been stranded on a desert with no water to quench his thirst.

Y/N immediately felt their sleep wash away and jumped forward from their bed. They circled their arms around Malleus, closing the distance between the two of them. Slowly, but surely, Malleus succumbed to their touch, allowing them to thread their fingers through his hair, not unlike a spider web.

There weren't much words needed. It was simply an individual comforting another. They didn't need context. They didn't need reasons. They just needed to be there for each other.

And so the two fell asleep, Malleus finally returning to his original mental state, and finding the comfort he so craved.

Author's Note: Sorry this fic was a little shorter (like drabble-level short) than usual I was too lazy. I was going to go a lot more in depth about the book 7 spoilers, but then I decided to just vaguely cover that for the readers who don't know enough about the spoilers yet. Besides, I wanted to focus more on the hurt/comfort (it's my first time writing for this genre).

Also, did you notice that I used my usual 3rd person point of view again? As much as I wanted to try the new 2nd pov style again, it was already new ground writing a hurt/comfort fic.

OH MY GOD I HAD SCHEDULED THE TIME WHEN I'D POST THIS BUT THEN GOT BUSY AND IT GOT POSTED WITHOUT ME EVER FINISHING IT-

I am not proud of this, but I still needed to get over it, so here we are. T-T

See you in the next fic!

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𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 (Under The Boardwalk)

Fem Reader x Paul TW: Mental illness, mentions of self-harm, drugs, language Gif: @lostinsantacarla

For what felt like your whole life, you have struggled with depression, your mind constantly filled with dark thoughts. While you had brief moments where you felt okay, those moments never lasted long as the toxic thoughts your mind would come up with and the almost suffocating feeling of loneliness would creep their way back in and consume you once again. All you have ever wanted was to find someone that you could connect with. Someone that wouldn’t just be there to use you and, once they were done with you, leave. You wanted to love someone and have that person love you back completely. You knew that you had your flaws, everyone did. But you were a good person and did your best to make everyone around you happy, even if that meant that in doing so, you yourself wouldn’t be. You were a people pleaser and at times, you hated it. Constantly being used by people who claimed to be your friends, who claimed to care. “I’ll always be here for you.” “I care about you and I'll never leave you like they did.” They would say, but over time, you grew to realize that they never meant it. They only said it so they could get what they wanted out of you and, once they were done, they would leave you just like everyone else did. In order to not let yourself get hurt again, you had learned to distance yourself from people. You stopped trying to make friends, stopped opening up to people and stopped trying to find love. You knew that it would only result in you getting yourself hurt and you would end up alone again, feeling even more broken than before. By the time you were nineteen, you felt so disconnected from the world around you. Locking yourself away in your room and turning your hurt and anger inwards. You had been self-harming since you were thirteen, cutting yourself, starving yourself and purposely overdosing on pills. You wanted to feel something and nothing at the same time. You had even attempted to end your life at one point but deep down you knew that you didn’t want to die, you just wanted all of the pain to stop. 

Recently, your parents had told you that you would be moving. While you would miss where you lived right now, you had your own little spots that you would walk to to sit while listening to music and be in your own little world, you felt that maybe this could be the chance for a fresh start, though the thoughts that came to your mind after thinking that were that you would be just the same as you were now. Alone, unloved and unworthy of anything positive. Why would moving change anything for you? You would still be the same useless piece of shit you were now. For the next few weeks as you packed, you fantasized about moving to your new home and being happy. In your fantasy, you would find someone that would immediately take to you, wanting to get to know you and you two would fall madly in love. You would also possibly make some friends as well. In your fantasy, you were happy, loved and wanted. But you knew that that would never happen, you weren’t worth anyone's time, let alone their love. But you could always dream. 

Moving day came and you got all packed into your car with your parents and set off to your new home. They had told you that you would be moving to a town called Santa Carla and that it was right near the beach. In fact, there was a boardwalk on the beach that had lots of rides, games and stores for you to explore when you got there. While you thought that it was cool, you didn’t exactly know how fun that would be for you on your own. Maybe you could find a new little secluded and quiet spot where you could spend your time like you did at the spots where you used to live. The drive was long but you eventually made it to your new home. Spending the rest of the day unpacking the moving truck and the car, then all the boxes. By the time night fell, you were exhausted but you decided, reluctantly and after a lot of convincing from your parents, to go to the boardwalk. They were going to go eat dinner and thought that they could drop you off at the boardwalk so you could look around the place. As they dropped you off, your dad handed you some money so you could get something to eat and some extra if you decided to go on any rides. You thanked him and waved them goodbye as they left. You turned in the direction of the boardwalk and took a deep breath before making your way there from the parking lot. 

The boardwalk was pretty crowded, not really great for your anxiety, but all you had to do was grab some food and water and then you would try and find a quiet spot to sit for a while. There were lots of options for food but you decided on something easy, popcorn. You fidgeted with the money in your hands, that you had counted about five times to make sure it would be enough, as you waited. Finally, you got your food and water and quickly made a b-line for the beach. You figured that you could find a spot under the boardwalk to sit for the night. You walked a bit away so that you wouldn’t be near anyone and found the perfect spot. It was dark, quiet and away from the crowds. Sighing in relief, you sat down on the sand and began to eat some of the popcorn. After a few minutes, you were scared almost half to death by the sound of someone's voice, not that far from you. “Hey, ya mind if I steal some of your popcorn, sugar? I got a serious case of the munchies and you’re making that look so good right now.” The man, who was only a few meters from you, asked. You wondered how you didn’t notice him before. You felt frozen to the spot, not sure what to do. You looked down at the food in your hand and back up at him before slowly extending your hand with the food in it towards him. His face broke out in a big goofy grin as he closed the distance and shoved his hand into the bag, pulling his, now popcorn filled, hand out and eating. “Thanks!” He enthusiastically told you as he plopped himself down onto the sand next to you. 

“What’s your name? I’m Paul.” He asked, introducing himself with a mouth full of food. You looked at him for a second and, feeling like he wasn’t much of a threat, just a friendly stoner, you answered. “I uh. My name’s y/n.” You told him, watching as he continued to eat out of his hand. Pretty messily, too. Paul turned to look at you, giving you a smile. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He complimented. You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. You had to remind yourself that he was a stranger. He was stoned and probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “You new here, sugar? I haven’t seen you around before.” He asked, now finally done with his food. “Uh yeah.” You said, reaching for your bottle of water and handing it to him. “Just moved here today, actually.” You finished as he gratefully took the water from you and chugged a good amount of it. You couldn’t help the stifled laugh that left you. “What’s so funny? Do I have something on my face?” He asked, his grin as big as ever. You shook your head. “No, no. Your face is fine. It’s nothing.” You told him. He handed you back your water but you shook your head. “You keep it. You seem to need it more than I do.” You told him with a smile. “Thanks. I got crazy bad cottonmouth.” He told you but then felt the need to clarify. “Cottonmouth, it's wh-” But you cut him off. “I know what it is. That’s why I gave you the bottle. I thought you might need the water.” You told him with an amused look on your face. His face seemed to light up at what you said. “You smoke?” He asked excitedly, to which you nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.” For the rest of the night, you and Paul sat under the boardwalk, smoking, talking and getting to know each other. You could feel the excitement build up inside of you at the prospect of maybe having a friend here but you also made sure not to get your hopes up. Past experiences teaching you better than that but there was something different about Paul. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

That night you went home feeling better than you had when you had left. Paul seemed like a pretty nice and easy going guy and you seemed to have quite a lot in common. You and Paul had made plans to meet up again the next night at the same place, which he had already started calling “our spot”. Maybe living here wasn’t going to be as bad as you had originally thought it was going to be. While you tried your best, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of the future and what it would look like. Would you and Paul become close friends? Would it develop into something more? You knew you shouldn’t think that far ahead or assume that he even wanted to go in the romantic direction but you couldn’t help yourself. You drifted off to sleep that night excited for tomorrow night when you would see him again. 

****

After he and the others got to the boardwalk, Paul hung out with them for a while, as usual, but then decided to split off and do his own thing. That was how he found himself wandering off to under the boardwalk to smoke and get high. He was there for about an hour, completely in his own world, when he heard someone approaching. He stayed silent as he watched you get closer. He watched as you sat down, not too far from him, and begin to eat some popcorn. His mouth started drooling at the smell of the popcorn and god damn you made it look tasty. He was sufficiently high and had the munchies, so he decided to see if he could sweet talk you into sharing some with him. At first, he was planning on making you a meal but after talking to you and getting to know you, he decided against it. You were one of the coolest girls he’s met in quite a while and you were absolutely gorgeous too. The both of you got along really well and he already felt himself wanting to spend even more time with you. He told you to meet him here again tomorrow night, to which you agreed. He was ecstatic that you wanted to see him again. When he got back to the others, they asked him what he was smiling about but he just told them that he had a good meal and they accepted his answer, not asking him any more questions. Once they all got back to the cave, just before sunrise, and were situating themselves in their nest to go to sleep for the day, Paul’s mind wandered back to you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, resulting in you being the last thing he thought of as he drifted off to sleep.

****

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Paul met up every night under the boardwalk at your spot. You talked, laughed and smoked together. The more you got to know Paul, the more you found yourself falling for him. He was sweet, goofy, kind and seemed to take a genuine interest in you. He made you feel wanted and, while you loved it, it scared you a little. Thoughts going through your head of him only using you and that he would leave when he was done with you, just like everyone else had. Though, whenever you were with Paul, those thoughts never had the chance to stay for too long because he would pull you from those thoughts with his, albeit kinda stupid, jokes he would constantly be telling you. While, yeah they weren’t the best jokes in the world, they still made you laugh and for that, you loved them. Tonight, Paul asked if you wanted to play some of the games on the boardwalk. You happily agreed and you and him got up and made your way out from under the boardwalk on actually onto it. Once on the boardwalk, Paul slung his arm over your shoulders as he directed you to where some of the best games were. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you felt his arm around you. You wondered for a moment if it was a friendly gesture or if it meant more. Did he like you as much as you liked him? You shook the thoughts from your head and just decided to try and turn your brain off for a while and just enjoy your night with Paul. 

As you and Paul played some of the games, you came to the realization that he wasn’t really that good at any of them. It made you laugh at how focused his face would get at times. Not that you were really one to judge, since you weren’t all that great either but you did manage to win a small stuffed lion. After you received your prize, you turned to Paul. “Here.” You said, offering the prize to him. “I won it for you. Looks like you too.” You told him with a smile. Paul’s eyes got wide and a large smile spread across his face as he took the stuffed lion from you. “Really? You won him for me, sugar?” He asked and you nodded. “Yep.” You confirmed. Suddenly, you were pulled into a hug. “Thank you. No one’s ever won something for me before.” He confessed before pulling away. As you two walked down the boardwalk, on your way to get a drink, Paul turned to you, a sly smirk on his face. “So, does this mean we were on a date?” He asked you and you could feel your cheeks heat up. “I umm.” You didn’t know exactly how to answer that but decided to just go for it. “If you want it to be.” You finished, giving him a nervous glance. Paul’s smile just got even bigger at your response. “Well then, I guess we just had our first date.” He said, laying his arm back around your shoulders and bringing you in closer. The both of you walked around for a bit longer before Paul asked you something that made your anxiety spike. “You wanna come meet my friends?” While you wanted to, your anxiety over it made your heart race. What if they didn’t like you? What if they made fun of you? What if- Your racing thoughts were cut off by Paul. “It’s okay, babe. They’ll love you, I promise. I mean, they’re not as cool and good looking as me, but they’re okay.” He said, trying to reassure you and make you laugh. It worked a bit and you agreed to meet them. 

Paul took your hand in his and began to pull you along towards where his friends were. It didn’t take too long to reach them and, when you did, you felt the anxiety start to creep back in. They looked pretty intimidating upon first glance but you tried to remind yourself not to judge them at face value, you wouldn’t want someone to do that to you and Paul was really kind to you, so maybe the others were like him. “Guys, I want you to meet someone.” Paul said once we reached his friends. They all looked towards you and Paul. “This is y/n.” He said, introducing you to them and then he went around the group telling you everybody's names. After you all spoke for a bit, you found that they weren’t as intimidating as you originally thought. Marko was much like Paul and while Dwayne seemed to be pretty quiet, he was still nice. David though, he wasn’t rude to you or anything but he was definitely the one that you still found kind of intimidating. Maybe that’s just how he was? Either way, they all seemed like good people. After a while of standing around talking, Paul asked if you wanted to go back to their place with them and hang out there for a while. You did want to hang out with them all for a while longer, but it was already getting pretty late. “I’m sorry but it’s pretty late and if I don’t head home now, my parents will get mad.” You told him, earning an exaggerated pout from him. “Aw come on, y/n. It’s barely even midnight.” He said, trying to convince you to go with . “Yeah, we promise to get you back soon. Just come hang out for a bit.” Marko said, trying to help Paul out a bit. You thought about it for a moment and caved. “Fine. But I have to call my parents first. I don’t want them worrying.” You told them. Paul and Marko let out a few excited cheers at that. Luckily, your parents were just so happy that you had found some friends that they said it would be okay but to stay safe and not get back too late.

You walked back over to the boys to tell them what your parents had said. “Come on, you’re gonna ride with me, sugar.” Paul told you as he hopped onto his bike and extended his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he helped you onto the back of his bike. “You ever been on a bike before?” He asked, his head turned to the side as he spoke. You shook your head. “No.” He grinned. “Well, you better hold on tight.” He informed you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, your grip tight as your anxiety spiked. Your grip around Paul tightened even more as you sped through the boardwalk, down the stairs and onto the beach. You were surprised that, only after a minute or so, you began to enjoy the ride. It felt so… Freeing. Speeding down the beach, the wind whipping through your hair and the sounds of the boys shouting and laughing. You felt a big grin spread across your face as you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Soon, the four bikes had left the beach and turned onto a trail in a wooded area. You rested your head on Paul’s back, just letting yourself live in the moment and enjoying how it felt to be so close to someone. Before long, the bikes came to a stop. You looked around to see that you were at, what looked to be, a cliff. Getting off the bike with Paul, you gave him a questioning look, to which he gave you a smile and wrapped his arm around you. “It’s just down these steps over here.” He said, pulling you along with him and towards an old looking staircase. You all walked down the stairs, across a small bridge and to the mouth of a cave. Paul helped you down into the cave, making sure you didn’t slip. You looked around in a mixture of shock and awe. 

“You guys live in a cave?” You asked, still looking around at everything. You had to admit, while it wasn’t at all what you were expecting, it was actually pretty cool. “Yeah, ya like it?” Paul confirmed and asked you. “Yeah, I do. It’s a pretty cool place.” You told them. David walked up to you as Paul jumped up onto the edge of the large fountain that was in the middle of the room. “This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla back about eighty years ago. Too bad they built it on a fault.” David told you. “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header into the crack. Now it’s ours.” He finished. You looked at him. “Wow. Lucky you I guess.” You said. “How long have you guys lived here for?” You asked and watched as they all shared looks with each other. “Ah that doesn’t matter.” Marko said, to which you gave him a funny look but just decided to brush it off. Just then, Paul came over to you and handed you the joint that he had been smoking. “Here, let's get high and listen to some music.” He said. You took the joint from Paul and took a hit. “Yeah, cause it’s not like the joints we smoked earlier did anything.” You joked. For a while, you all sat around talking, smoking and listening to some music before David suddenly told Marko to go get some food, to which he obliged and left. So, David was kind of the ring leader of the group, you assumed. You leaned back in your spot on the couch as you began to feel tired. You didn’t want to leave just yet though. “Aw come on. You’re not getting sleepy now, are ya, sugar?” Paul whined from next to you. You turned your head to the side, as it rested against the back of the couch, to face Paul. “I’m still good. Just relaxing.” You told him, your smile lazy and high. Paul laughed at the sight and squished himself closer to you. “Good.” He said with a smile of his own. 

Eventually, Marko got back with the food and handed it out to everyone. You had taken a couple bites of your rice and was about to go for a third, when you looked down to see maggots. You went still and silent as you stared down at it for a few moments before tossing it to the ground in disgust. Noticing this, David spoke up. “Something wrong with your food there, y/n?” He asked with a laugh. You looked up to see a smirk on his face and to see that Marko and even Dwayne were laughing a bit too. You felt your heart sink. They did this? God you were so stupid to think that you had met some nice people that actually wanted to be friends with you. Was Paul a part of this too? You looked over next to you and saw that Paul had a bit of a smile on his face at your reaction. That brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t believe that you had fallen for this shit again. They just brought you here to make fun of you. You stood up and rushed out of the cave. Once you reached the top where the bikes were, you took off running towards home. You didn’t know exactly where you were going, but you had a vague idea. You couldn’t be there anymore, just to be made fun of. After about fifteen minutes, you realized that you were lost. Not having the energy to keep going, you found a spot by a tree and sat under it and finally let the sobs out. You sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Has this whole thing between you and Paul been a big lie? A big fucking setup? You thought that you had finally found someone that actually cared about you, that actually wanted to be with you and that his friends liked you. But like always, you were proven wrong. 

Suddenly, you heard the snap of twigs on the ground and the sound of footsteps getting closer. You looked up and through tear filled eyes, you saw Paul. Great. He had come and found you so he could continue making fun of you. You buried your face further into your knees as he got closer. “Sugar? Look, I’m sorry. It was just a joke, there weren’t really maggots in there. I promise.” He told you, trying to apologize but you couldn’t believe him. Who does that to someone for a fucking joke? You felt Paul beside you as he sat down. He tried to brush the hair away from your face and spoke again. “I know I really fucked up, y/n. I’m sorry. I really am.” He said. You slowly lifted your head to look at him, the hurt you were feeling clear on your face. “You know, my whole life I have been treated like shit by everyone that I thought were my friends. I was always the butt of the joke and used until I had nothing left to give and then I would be left alone. I promised myself that, this time, I wouldn’t let anyone in. Not ever again because I couldn’t bear being hurt again. But then I met you and I thought that, finally, I’ve found someone that seems to actually care about me. I guess I was just too stupid to see I was being used again.” You said to Paul through tears. “I actually believed that you liked me. How stupid am I?” You finished. You looked up to see the look on Paul’s face and it actually looked like he genuinely felt bad for what he and his friends had done. Like he really didn’t mean for it to be taken like that. “You’re not stupid, I am. I do like you, sugar. Like, a whole lot. More than weed! I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tell me what I need to do to make it up to you, sugar. I’ll do anything. Please.” He said, practically begging you. He really did seem remorseful of his and his friends actions. 

You remained silent for a few moments, not knowing if you should trust what he was saying. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You told him and the look on Paul’s face almost hurt you to see. He looked like a kicked puppy. “What if I tell you a secret? Something that I’m not supposed to tell anyone ever. Will you trust me a little then?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. You thought for a moment. Sniffling, you shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on the secret.” You told him. At that, he looked slightly nervous but happy you somewhat agreed. “Okay just, don’t freak out. Okay?” He said and you slowly nodded. “I’m a vampire.” He told you and you felt your heart deflate a little more. He was still making fun of you. You felt fresh tears start to spill out of your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re still making fun of me.” You told him, totally defeated at this point. How could he be so- Just then, you watched as his face shifted into something inhuman. With wide eyes, you stared at him in shock. “I’m not making fun of you.” He said as you continued to stare. Through the new face that Paul wore, you could see worry start to settle onto his features as you were yet to speak since he had revealed himself to you. You then reached up to touch his face. Even though you had seen it shift in front of your eyes, you still had to see if it was real. You touched his face and then his fangs, pulling a giggle from Paul as you did so. “It’s real.” You whispered. “100% real, sugar.” He confirmed with a fang filled grin. You pulled your hands away and wiped the tears from your face, shifting in your spot. You began to ask Paul an array of vampire related questions, to which he happily answered them all. You also asked him why he and the others had done what they did to you. He told you that it was just David hazing you. He did it to people all the time but he didn’t mean to make you feel like they were making fun of you. They mess with each other all the time. He continued to apologize for it and told you that they would never do anything like that to you again.

After a while, Paul offered to take you home, to which you accepted, seeing as it was really late and you were pretty exhausted. When he dropped you off, Paul pulled you into a tight hug and asked if you still wanted to meet up again tomorrow night. To his relief, which was clear on his face, you said yes. He then told you that, if you wanted, he would pick you up and drop you off from now on. You also agreed to this. After he left and you got inside, your parents were already asleep, which you were grateful for. You went right to your bedroom, stripping off your clothes and getting into your pajamas before crawling into your bed and pretty quickly falling asleep. The next night after Paul had picked you up and brought you to the boardwalk to where the others were, they all took turns apologizing for the previous night, though you only got a “sorry” mumbled to you from David. Though Dwayne told you that he meant it but he just didn’t like apologizing. The rest of the night went a lot better than last and for the next six months you and the others just got closer and closer as friends, them even going as far as calling you their sister. You and Paul also grew even closer and your relationship blossomed. They did keep their promise to never make you feel like they were making fun of you. Paul spent every waking moment that he was with you, making you feel loved and wanted. You had never felt so loved in your entire life and, while you still had your bad days, they were a lot less common now. It was at this six month mark that you approached Paul with a very important request in mind. One he had never been happier to fulfill. You asked him to turn you. You told him that you could never imagine a life without him and the only way to be with him completely and forever, was for him to turn you. He had wrapped you up in a big hug and planted many kisses all over your face after hearing those words come from your mouth. 

He asked you when you wanted to turn and you told him that you didn’t want to wait. You wanted him to do it that night. After sharing the news with the others, they all cheered and celebrated. That night, Paul used his blood to turn you and, while it was a bit of a learning curve, you had never been happier in your entire life. You would be able to spend the rest of eternity with the best friends you had ever made and with the first and only man that had ever shown you genuine love and kindness. You knew that never again will you go a day feeling alone and unloved. Or should you say night.

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Spencer Reid’s mind was always running, it was always active. It was like a constant hum that was on in the background, a never-ending flow of statistics and facts that he couldn’t turn off, no matter how much he wanted to. He had read about hypnosis, of course he had, it intrigued him and he knew it was a valid practice, that it could work– on other people. Not on him. He couldn’t turn his mind off for himself, let alone for someone else. It felt impossible. Hypnosis couldn’t work on him. His mind didn’t know how to be still.

But then again. He was desperate. 

What was one of the biggest fights his parents had about ? What was the other reason that his father left ? Why did his mother insist on pushing the memory away, claiming nothing had happened ? And the most important question in his head. What had happened to that little boy ? Riley Jenkins. The kid’s face haunted Reid in every quiet moment, plaguing every dream and nightmare he had. He no longer lingered in the background of his mind like a light buzz; now he was always there, seeping into everything he did.  He couldn’t work on the case, couldn’t think clearly, because the not knowing had consumed him.

So, Spencer found himself here, at the office of a hypnotherapist. Not alone, though. He’d asked Rossi to come with him. He wasn;t sure why he asked the author to come along instead of his best friend. Maybe because Rossi was still distant enough not to suffocate him with worry. The office looked exactly like he expected. Clinical. He’d been to places like this as a kid, specialists assessing his iq level. He'd also been here as a teenager with his mother, trying to make sense of her illness. The faint smell of lavender hit him, and he swallowed hard. Nostalgia crawled up his spine and he assumed there is more where that came from.

Later on, Spencer will regret how snappy he was with the hypnotherapist. She asked him basic questions, and he answered sharply, sometimes even cutting her off. Maybe it was because he wasn’t going into this blind. He had read more books about hypnosis than she probably had, and part of him resented being talked down to. It wasn’t personal; he just couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a waste of time. But it wasn’t, was it? He needed to know what happened that day. He couldn’t live like this anymore, letting his mind unravel every detail but never actually getting an answer.

He didn’t speak as he was led to a second room, equally as clinical but with an attempt at being warm and welcoming. He didn’t respond as he was told to have a seat on the long couch in the centre of the room, lying down. He shifted his  weight, trying to find a position that didn’t make him feel so exposed. The therapist’s voice washed over him, soft, steady, guiding him to focus on his breathing as she had him grab her hand. “You’re safe here, Dr. Reid,” she said instead of counting once they went through a few rounds of breathing exercises. “You’re in control.”

He didn’t really feel like he was in control. In fact, never in his life did he ever. He tried to clear his mind, but everything was floating around like an itch you just can’t reach. “Spencer,” The therapist said softly, this time using his first name, her voice dropping into a more intimate tone. “I want you to let yourself remember. Just let go.” 

For a second nothing happened, and he was surprised when she spoke up again, thinking she was going to give him more time. “Where are you, Spencer ?” She asked, and in the back of his mind he wanted to give a sarcastic answer of her office, but instead he continued along, knowing nothing would come from more of his doubt.

“It’s night,” he finally spoke up, but even his own voice felt far away. “My father is on my bed. He knows I’m awake but I’m acting like I’m asleep. I couldn’t sleep when they were yelling at each other.” It felt wrong to tell this stranger all of this, and he forgot that Rossi is also witnessing this. “He smells different than he usually does. He has an office job, he shouldn’t smell of sweat or fire.”   His heart started racing. He wasn’t sure if it was the memory or the anxiety of not being able to pull away.  “He leaves. I don’t sleep that night.”

“It’s the next day now. You leave your room. What do you see, Spencer ? ” He paused, his breathing was the only thing heard in the room and he only continued when he realised that the hypnotherapist wasn’t going to lead him any further.His breath came faster, and he could feel the tightness in his chest, the same tightness that had clamped down on him as a child.

“I– I don’t know...” His voice shook, sweat beading on his forehead. The images were coming faster now, jumbled. His father’s face, then his mother’s, blurred, contorted. “I’m alone. I think. I’m– I’m alone in my house. My father is here, he is outside.” He could feel himself moving, inching forwards the glass doors that could hold all the answers, but the panes were fogged up. 

He couldn’t breathe. It was too much. His chest heaved as panic clawed its way up his throat. “No !” The volume of his voice shocked himself, and he wished to open his eyes but he couldn’t, only squeeze them further shut. “Stop it.” He doesn’t know who he is directing that to. A wave of nausea hit Spencer as he struggled to see, to make sense of what was happening. It was blurry, as if he was looking at it through tears but it is no doubt his dad was burning perfectly good clothes– well, perfectly good clothes other than the fact that they are stained red. 

He was too focused on the growing of the fire to register Rossi’s voice panic talking to the therapist, or how she was asking him to wake up, how his eyes stayed shut even after she counted down from one. He had said stop, but the hypnotist’s voice didn’t seem to reach him and the room’s presence felt distant. His pulse quickened as the smell of burning leaves filled his nostrils again, stronger this time, acrid and suffocating. “There’s–” his voice ripped out of him, “Blood. Smoke. It’s–” he knew it was impossible for him to actually smell the smoke but it felt like the clouds were down his throat. “Stop it.”

He tried to pull away, to wake up, but his body was frozen. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, but he couldn’t make himself move. It was like his mind was trapped, stuck in the memory. He clawed at it, trying to force himself awake, trying to scream, to do anything. His fingers dug into the armrest, but it wasn’t real. Nothing was real. The therapist’s voice was somewhere in the distance, but it was muted, like she was speaking underwater. He could barely hear her. 

“Spencer!” Rossi’s voice suddenly cut through, sharp and urgent, but distant, like it was coming from the other side of a tunnel. He was trapped. Locked inside the memory, with no way out. Panic surged through him, his chest tightening, his breaths becoming shallow and ragged. He felt like he was suffocating, drowning in the weight of the past. “You’re safe. You’re not there.” Rossi continued but it didn’t feel like the truth. He was there. He could smell the burning leaves, hear the fire cracking in the air, feel the cold sweat on his skin as he tried to get a closer look.  

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his arm, like he was being pulled. If he was present, he would say that that was a dangerous way to wake someone that is under hypnosis, but now he could only be glad that he was pulled from his lying position, helping his eyes snap open. He was back in the office, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The room spun for a moment, the fluorescent lights too bright, too sharp. He blinked, trying to orient himself, his hands still gripping the armrests of the chair with white-knuckled intensity.Rossi was kneeling on the ground beside him, his hand and Spencer’s arm and further grounding him by giving it a light squeeze. “It;s okay, kid. You’re back. You’re okay.”