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dawnbreakersgaze · 4 hours
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Wait.... is Foreseer not the same as Dawnbreaker???
WHEW OKAY
So technically they're ALL Zayne
Since the Foreseer can never die, and Dr. Zayne isn't immortal (that we're aware of as of yet) until he becomes the foreseer, technically they're ALL Dr. Zayne in just, different fragments of his psyche.
If it helps, think of them as different personalities that aren't really aware of each other (other than DB and Dr, who are aware of each other via dreams).
So yeah. They're all the same man, just at very VERY different points in his life after wildly different events. Honestly until we get more info about HOW Dr became Foreseer we don't really know who is 'closer' in memory to whom.
At the current point in lore, it's implied that Dawnbreaker doesn't remember anything od his time in the tower, he just remembers MC. He fought so hard to keep that memory that it could no longer be removed from him by Astra so he was cast aside (or banished, that's not really known either). There is soooo much Dawnbreaker lore we still are in the dark on 🥴
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dawnbreakersgaze · 4 hours
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*WWE Announcer Voice*
And look who just dropped in from the top ropes!!
DAAAWNBREAKEERR
hey :3 *cutely steals ur clothes*
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dawnbreakersgaze · 4 hours
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TOY REVIEW - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN
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Warnings : NSFW obviously, mentions of toys and masturbation, mentions of sex, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : smut (but lowkey funny😭)
Additional notes : My shame has all but dissipated into the wind. Hope you guys like the way this request by @obiwanmcprobie turned out!!
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dawnbreakersgaze · 4 hours
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HA!!! NOW I GOT YA RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU, YOU NAKED LITTLE FREAK
hey :3 *cutely steals ur clothes*
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dawnbreakersgaze · 8 hours
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Me, painting Grey earlier: *sad sigh* man, it sure would be nice if my two favorite lnds characters had more content...
My husband: have you considered picking favorites that weren't characters only mentioned in writing, you know, considering it's a game with 3D models you show me photos of all the time?
Me:
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dawnbreakersgaze · 9 hours
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"Don't bother leveling up your 3☆ cards" they say
"It's a waste" they say
Yeah? Well have you considered that I love him and that he's my most precious and until they give me a 5☆ dawnbreaker card he's getting the same treatment 😤
Because he is. Idc.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 12 hours
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Hey you 5 people that remember and also shared my love of Dr. Greyson??
Well I started to paint him! I mean it's gonna take me 800 years to finish him (so watch out for naked jellyfish and sharks that eat grass or whatever Raf's dramatic ass said) so please, accept this humble WIP as a token of my gratitude for loving this man as much as I do, and hopefully Papergames (or maybe Infold who will pass on the word) will hear our pleas and GIVE US HIS FAAACE
Also Grey has freckles you can't change my mind.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 15 hours
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hellloooo, can i req love and deepspace boys reaction to reader wearing their clothes? Like they just came home and saw her wearing one of his clothes <3
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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 : He gets swept off his feet. His frame has always been far firmer, stronger and bigger than yours so seeing the soft material of his hoodie engulf you has his mind running a mile a minute. He's only half stepped out of his shoes and set down his laptop bag when he spots you, enamored with how it drapes across your body, wrapping you in a blanket of comfort. There's something so domestic about the look that he struggles to pinpoint a coherent thought, struggles to get his stupid heartbeat to stop it's pitterpattering. Within two strides he's behind you, scooping you up and drawing you to his chest, breathing in your familiar scent. And a small voice in the back of his mind wonders that if he were to slip a ring on your finger, would this mean he's get to come home to this every single day?
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 : He tries to act like he doesn't notice. But as someone who is so finicky about what they wear and what's in their closet it doesn't take him long to notice that his favorite shirt — the one who always wears for inspiration for his next painting — is missing. "When I find whoever mixed up my dry cleaning I'm going to-" Rafayel was ready to spit fire at the world when he notices you curled up on the couch in the very shirt he was searching for. The anger simmers down to nothing and he takes quiet strides towards the couch, kneeling down beside your sleeping figure. Sensing that the material might be a little too thin to keep you warm he reaches for a blanket and oh so carefully tucks you in. His lips, fleeting, brush across your skin in a whisper of, "I guess I can make an exception."
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 : He starts leaving out more clothes on purpose. When he first noticed his hoodies going miss, and oh so conveniently ending up in your washing basket whenever he's over at your place it didn't take him long to put two and two together. It becomes a habit he isn't willing to soon break — 'accidentally' forgetting his sweatshirt or jumper at your place, draping his jacket over your shoulders when he's walking you home and insisting you keep it so you stay warm. He never minds, never complains because it fuels the possessive side of him he had buried deep in his consciousness, knowing that when you wore his clothes everyone would know who you belonged to. That was a feeling he couldn't get enough of.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 16 hours
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anyway did jenna and tara go out on a date or something? damn tara shooting her shot and it's working
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dawnbreakersgaze · 19 hours
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Lmao if you haven't read the Manga then you haven't seen him use his weapon yet so that makes total sense (and let me apologize for the spoiler 🫠🫠 I got a lil excited sry)
Also Nemi is such a good choice too A+ taste 🤌🏼
‘who gives a fuck he has a chain now’ im cackling that tickled me give the man anything he’ll kick your ass and look hot doing it
@zaynesaurora 🧊
Lmaooo on god like imagine a world where Zayne didn't have an Evol and was fighting wanderes on Mt. Eternal with regular weapons like some of the other medics 👀
Idk where I'm going with this I just agree with you that if he ever had a reason to use a weapon he'd look absolutely stunning wielding it.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 19 hours
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@zaynesaurora
The way I love you for saying this because let me introduce you to the greatest love of my life,
Gyomei -motherfucking 7ft 3inches of ABSOLUTE UNIT- Himejima (from Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer)
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Like the way this man just swings this MASSIVE spiked weapon around like it's a damn toy??? 😩😩 I'm so unwell for him.
Give that to Zayne and I'll LITERALLY DIE?!
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..... I just realized that I have the power of a whore and art on my side and literally no one can stop me from drawing this oh my god
Pheonix what have you done
‘who gives a fuck he has a chain now’ im cackling that tickled me give the man anything he’ll kick your ass and look hot doing it
@zaynesaurora 🧊
Lmaooo on god like imagine a world where Zayne didn't have an Evol and was fighting wanderes on Mt. Eternal with regular weapons like some of the other medics 👀
Idk where I'm going with this I just agree with you that if he ever had a reason to use a weapon he'd look absolutely stunning wielding it.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 20 hours
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I so desperately want dawnbreaker to be zayne's next myth even though we already have him in game (the outfit) ueueueue i need more db lore or I will go insane
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dawnbreakersgaze · 20 hours
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Dawnbreaker takes over Zayne's body but he's in the middle of a kitty cards game
He doesn't know how to play so MC ends up winning quickly in one or two turns
And he gets to see her be so happy that she finally beat Zayne in a match
All Dawnbreaker ever wanted was to see her smile and there she is right in front of him, smiling because of him. A genuine, pure joy, because of him
It's only when MC notices him staring at her with such a sad look on his face, the look of someone who's lost it all and knows he'll lose more, that her smile drops
Fear and panic flash in his eyes. He never wants this moment to end, yet it's because of him that it ends
The moment she asks "What's wrong?" is when Dawnbreaker is pulled back to his own reality, as if hiding himself from the one he wants to show himself to the most
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dawnbreakersgaze · 20 hours
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‘who gives a fuck he has a chain now’ im cackling that tickled me give the man anything he’ll kick your ass and look hot doing it
@zaynesaurora 🧊
Lmaooo on god like imagine a world where Zayne didn't have an Evol and was fighting wanderes on Mt. Eternal with regular weapons like some of the other medics 👀
Idk where I'm going with this I just agree with you that if he ever had a reason to use a weapon he'd look absolutely stunning wielding it.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 21 hours
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Chain Zayne
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dawnbreakersgaze · 21 hours
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Fem!Dawnbreaker x MC
Tags: NSFW +18 (MDNI), you could argue that there's a bit of plot to set the scene but otherwise pwp, starts as dub-con but soon it's con, reader is insanely sub but she's still a soft dom, pussy eating (both receiving and giving - she sits on your face), putting your hands all over her thicc body, scissoring, sucking her fingers, no aftercare due to plot reasons (otherwise she would have), abrupt ending, expect little dialogue.
Style: No use of y/n, no use of pronouns but afab reader, no MC description, second person narration.
A/N: I’m not sure what came over me to write this, but someone had to.
Summary: You fall asleep and encounter a familiar figure... But something's different about him, and you're not waking up.
Word count: ~2k
-Do not repost or feed to AI. unluckywisher©-
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You're dreaming again.
It’s always the same: Sleeping is never just that, sleep, there’s always that city, that man. You wander the dark streets of a place that’s slowly starting to become familiar, just to find a man wearing all black. You have never exchanged words; you always wake up right before coming close to him, but you know you wouldn’t need to. His expression tells you a million things alone.
And so tonight, you do the same.
Are you looking for him? Or simply trying to explore before the inevitable end? You’re not sure. The city looks the same as ever. Cold and lonely.
Everytime you visit, you find yourself relieved that Linkon is not like this. For all of its flaws, at least it’s not so depressing. Of course, with that thought comes its other side: The people of this city must be suffering plights you can’t even fathom.
You try to keep your mind focused on staying safe as you keep walking. Worrying about the citizens of a nonexistent place won’t help you. It’s a dream. It’s just a dream.
All the wandering around eventually leads you to a dead-end. A familiar dead-end. You don’t know how it happens, the city must change to the dream’s whims, but you end up here every time. And when you turn around-
The overhead street lamp flickers. The one next to it, behind you, goes out.
Steps. Do they sound… different? No, it must be your mind playing tricks on you. They’re the same as always. So you turn around, ready to wake up.
A tall and dark figure, obscured by the now-dead street lamp, makes its way towards you. But… Does his hair look different today? It’s the shadows playing tricks on you, right?
It’s not. The figure steps into the light. It’s not him. Well, it’s a her, but they look uncanny. She could be his twin.
You keep looking at her, knowing the dream will end soon, capturing her features. Her long hair is put up in a bun, strands framing her cold gaze. And the reason her steps sounded different - she’s wearing heels. Not that she needs them to be imposing, even without them she would still tower over you. Her outfit seems very much like the man’s you’re used to see, same coat, same tie, same silver symbol adorning her lapel.
You stare and stare at the mesmerizing woman. Any moment now, you’ll jerk awake in your bed.
She takes her hand out of her coat’s pocket and raises it to your chin. Her black manicured fingers make contact with your skin, lifting your face. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
“I have been looking for you.” She says. Her voice is softer than you imagined, but there’s a rasp, like she doesn’t talk often.
Wait. She talked. The dream was supposed to end before that could happen. You blink.
Her hand moves to the side of your face, cupping your cheek.
“I’ll take care of you now.”
Without waiting for a response, she lowers her hand and takes yours, leading you out of the alleyway. It’s cold at first, but it warms up in your grasp.
There’s several things running through your mind. First, why had she been looking for you? Second, why is this stranger eager to take care of you? Third, why did she say ‘now’ like someone else had been taking care of you before her arrival? Fourth, why isn’t the dream ending? But most pressing of all, where the hell is she taking you?
Stumbling through the streets of a city with a name you don’t even know, she leads you towards an apartment building. It’s then that you find the courage to speak.
“Where are we going?”
You wait, expecting her to answer your question, but it never happens.
“Who are you?” You try again.
“Zayne.”
Okay, well, that didn’t give you much information, but it’s nice to know her name.
“We’re going to my place.” She continues.
“Why?”
“Are you always this talkative?” Her tone lacks any actual curiosity, it’s an attempt to shut down the conversation.
Intimidated, you fall silent. You both enter her building, a depressing sight of bare walls and an abundance of the color white. The interior of her apartment, which you see as she pulls you in, is barely any better.
There’s almost no furniture, only the basics. No decorations either, except for a jasmine flower on her bedside table that catches your eye as she drags you into her bedroom. Wait, her bedroom?
“Why are you-”
Your question gets cut short as her lips crash into yours, pushing you onto the bed. She’s still holding your hand, now pinned to the side of your head, your fingers interlaced. Her mouth is soft but rough on you, not wasting any time to part your lips with her tongue to taste you. Her other hand travels to your neck, wrapping lightly around it, holding you down. You stifle a moan, earning a bite to your lower lip as she pulls away, a thin web of saliva between you breaking in the process.
Her thigh lodges between your legs, pushing against your cunt. And despite the fact that she’s a stranger, and the situation is concerning, you find yourself grinding your hips against her. She looks down at you, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.
"Nothing to say?"
You shake your head no, feeling your face heat up. The pressure on your core disappears as she moves back, standing at the edge of the bed. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you track her next movements.
She takes off her black coat, sliding it off her arms and onto the floor, showing off her voluminous curves. Her hand reaches up to her tie, pulling it loose.
Soon after, her hands are back on you, clutching the waistband of your jeans and harshly pulling down. Your underwear and shoes come off along with them, leaving you bare to her. You rush to do something, anything, to cover yourself in embarrassment, but she's already kneeling and grabbing your thighs to keep you open, her piercing eyes never leaving yours as she drags her tongue along your slit in a long stroke.
You gasp, squirming. She takes one of your hands and buries it into her still-put-up hair, letting you anchor yourself before she actually starts eating you out.
Her eyes peek out from your mount of Venus, her mouth closing around your clit and sucking noisily. You inhale sharply, your back arching at the simple action, everything is happening so fast your body's hypersensitive and at her mercy. You instinctively push your thighs together, but she digs her nails into your skin to keep them open.
She pulls back as she sucks, reveling in your reaction. She licks her lips and moves back in, gathering your arousal with her tongue and lapping at your entrance, digging her nose against your clit. Your fingers grip her hair, your free hand grips the sheets. She slides a finger inside of you, then two, curling them against that spongy spot that has you reeling, while she shakes her head as she licks your swollen nub.
Moaning and breathless, the orgasm ripples across your body. She gives a few slow licks to let you ride it out, her lips moving to kiss your shaking thighs. As you stare at the ceiling in stupor, arms resting at each side of your head, you hear the sound of fabric rustling. You manage to pull yourself up to look, only to be immediately pushed down again as she kisses you.
Having climbed on top of you, now completely naked and her hair cascading freely over her shoulder, she devours your mouth with hers. She smells like chocolate. Your hands fly to her face, but she pulls them down towards her body. She wants you to touch her. She needs to be touched.
Your hands trace down her neck, making contact with countless scars on the way to her chest, cupping and massaging her full breasts, sliding down to her ribs, her abdomen, palming each side of her hips... She is covered in marks. What happened to her? You feel the urge to kiss every single one of them, but you're too busy sucking on her tongue.
She pulls back, her thumb rubbing your bottom lip lovingly.
"My turn." She nods, asking for confirmation.
You nod eagerly, wanting to return the shattering orgasm that she ripped out of you. She nods again and moves further up, propping her knees at each side of your head. Your breath quickens in excitement as she spreads right on top of your face.
"If you're uncomfortable, tap my thigh twice, alright?" She says, looking down at you.
You nod again, and she lowers herself until she's practically sitting. Opening your mouth, you welcome her in with hungry licks, your arms hooking around her thighs to encourage her to press herself down fully. Her juices slide down your throat, you can tell she’s been waiting for this, for you, and eating you out earlier only fired her up more.
She looks down at you with a slight blush on her cheeks, her hips bucking at the sensation. Her hand grabs the sheets near your head.
Your movements are faster than hers were, she tastes so good you cannot stop yourself from flicking your tongue rapidly across her cunt to get as much of her as possible. You rub your thighs together, needing more of her, all of her.
You reach up to squeeze her breasts while you continue, her free hand clutching one of yours. With a muffled moan, she bites her lower lip. Her hips start rocking against you and you know she’s close, still keeping the eye contact.
She gasps, both hands now on the mattress to keep her balance as you keep going. Her body trembles, reaching the climax. You suck on her clit one last time and let her come down from it with gentle kisses, just like she did to you.
Eventually her rapid breathing calms down, and she moves aside, laying next to you.
“Good job.” She whispers before kissing you. "I don't deserve you."
Your hands run through her long hair, wrapping around her neck. You wonder if it would be too selfish to ask for one more round, one more orgasm. Her skin on yours feels too good.
"Can we..." You start, "Just one more, please?"
She instantly smiles. The way you ask, with that little 'please', she doesn't even have to think about her response.
"Open." She eyes your legs.
You do as she says, and she positions herself upright between them, one of your legs under her and the other lifted to rest at her shoulder.
She tentatively presses her cunt against yours, which makes you let out a needy whine. Her hand slides across your body and up to your mouth, slipping two fingers in as she starts to move against you.
You're both dripping and sensitive from your earlier orgasms, the current touch drawing preemptive moans out of you and soft grunts out of her.
As she rocks at an increasingly faster pace, the friction soon makes you grip the sheets below, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth, sucking on the fingers that are pressing down on your tongue. You jerk your hips up impatiently at the same rhythm. If you could talk, you would tell her not to stop. Instead, a few incoherent mumbles leave your lips.
She lets her head fall back in pleasure, relieving you of her penetrating gaze. You're both going to cum soon.
The tension keeps building up, your clits rubbing together in dizzying tempo, and as she feels you shake under her, she focuses her eyes back on you.
"Look at me."
And so you do.
You wake up gasping, your back arched and sweat all over your body. The release wrecks you despite the fact that there's nothing touching you anymore, your lower garments and the sheets soaked.
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dawnbreakersgaze · 22 hours
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Rafayel Memes
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