#mystery of dreams and reality

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Mystery of dreams and reality - part 4

AN: This is utter filth. If you're underage do not engage with this fic! Not only is this smut, and quite lengthy because it took on a life of its own, but there's also a twist at the end. This chapter contains mentions of imprisonment, blood, death, persecution, being chained up, and murder. It also contains a bit of pain play, hints of blood play, threesome (m/f/m), praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), knotting, cum swallowing, d/s dynamics, swearing, breeding kink, dirty talk, and hints of jealousy.

Following Sirius' explanation, a gloomy air hung around Number 12 Grimmauld Place.  Kreacher seemed to pick up on it as well because the elf was a little politer to Sirius and frequently checked up on you.  You weren’t sure why you were feeling this way. 

You had a fantastic relationship with Sirius and the dreams that you were having were artificially and accidentally created by a potion.  So, why did you feel so upset at the fact that you knew that these dreams would be ending soon?

As the day drifted to a close and you cuddled into Sirius’ embrace, you still didn’t have an answer.  You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that for a few moments, you didn’t realise that you had closed your eyes.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you and what you felt when you reopened your eyes.

You were in a cell with your wrists bound.  Judging by the jeers, laughter, and clothing of the people outside of the cell, you estimated that you were in a small village, probably in the early 19th century.

“Like the chains little witch?” A man guffawed on the other side of your cell as your audience left the two of you alone with a few dark chuckles at your apparent misfortune, “I made them myself.  Go on, look at ‘em.”

At his prompting, you looked down at your manacled wrists.  At first glance, the binds themselves looked like they were made out of ordinary steel but as you continued to examine them, you noticed several runes etched on the shackles.

The man continued speaking while you looked at the runes, “Grabbed a book about your heathen sketches off another one of your kind when he came through ‘ere.” The man boasted, “If I’ve done it right an’ I think I have, you won’t be able to access your--”

In the distance, heavy sounding doors slammed open which distracted the man who was speaking and gave you the opportunity to identify some of the runes that had been etched onto the surface of the metal binding your wrists.  Thankfully, the runes hadn’t been drawn properly so they weren’t functional and they were merely decorative.  The desire to break your restraints and demonstrate just how magically powerful you actually were was growing stronger inside you with each passing second and you reached for the chain with your hands.

The man was still distracted, he seemed to be listening to the footsteps that were drawing closer, and you took advantage of his distracted state by gripping the chain tightly in your hands and channelling your magic.

The right-hand side link of the chain closest to you broke apart from a tiny push with your magic.  You had almost broken the other side when a familiar voice had your head shooting up in surprise.

“What exactly are you doing in here?”

“F—father Solomon,” the man who was taunting you stammered out, “I-I-I--”

“Would you kindly spit out whatever it is you are trying to say before I die of old age?” Father Solomon challenged mockingly.

The other man’s bluster seemed to have left him and he visibly shrunk in Father Solomon’s presence.  You were surprised to see the man who greatly resembled Sirius in purple, floor-length robes with a grey sash around his middle and an ornate silver cross hanging around his neck. He was wearing black pants and black boots as well.  His hair was about the same length as Sirius’ yet his grey eyes were cold as he stared down the other man.

“Well?” Father Solomon prompted impatiently.

“I wanted to pay my respects before the witch was sentenced to death,” the man whispered with his gaze on the floor.

“Oh?” Father Solomon stepped forwards and the other man appeared to be simultaneously wishing he was anywhere else and fighting the impulse to step backwards.  You had to give the man some credit, if Sirius had been staring at you like that, not even attempting to conceal his fury, you would have made any excuse to get out of his sight and possibly out of the country.

“I didn’t realise that you had taken over my position and had any knowledge of the obligations that a Church official must undertake before an individual is sent to the gallows.”

Your heart sank at the realisation that Father Solomon wasn’t here to save you despite how much he resembled Sirius.

“Of course not,” the other man stuttered, “my apologies Father Solomon.”

“Leave us!” The Father commanded and the man nodded rapidly, nearly stumbling over his feet as he rushed to the exit.  Though he still had enough courage to sneer at you as he passed.

You returned to your previous task of breaking the chain that was connected to the manacles that kept your hands together.  If Father Solomon wasn’t going to be of any assistance, you were going to get out of here yourself.  You were a powerful witch.  Your resolve strengthened as you remembered that during your first dream, you had the strength to walk away from the doppelgänger that you had encountered.  You knew that you could do it again, no matter how much it pained you.

You felt the weight of Father Solomon’s gaze on you as the other side of the link broke, causing your hands to fall into your lap.

“There’s my clever witch,” Father Solomon breathed.

Still annoyed at him, you ignored his praise and switched your focus to the shackles on your wrists.  With a thought, two small cracks appeared in the metal of your binds, one on each of the manacles that inhibited the movement of your wrists.  As you watched, the cracks grew larger until they stretched from the top to the bottom of the manacles.  With one more push of your magic, the manacles split and fell onto the ground landing with a clatter that was bound to attract attention.

Apparently throwing caution to the winds, Father Solomon wrenched open the door to your cell with inhuman strength and strode in as you climbed to your feet, rubbing at the tender skin of your reddened wrists.  With two strides, Father Solomon stood in front of you, and with a gentle gesture, he placed two fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head so he was looking into your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other and you felt your annoyance melt away at the concern in his gaze.  Using his other hand, he caressed your cheek tenderly before bending down and capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss was far too brief for your liking and after the two of you broke apart, you realised that someone must have reopened the heavy doors that you had heard opening before because you could once again hear jeers, laughter and taunting voices urging you to face the crowd outside.  Your hands crept up and clutched at Solomon’s robes tightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Solomon whispered against your lips, “The Dark Prince is coming.”

Inexplicably, you understood that he was talking about Dracula.

Moments later, his words proved to be true as the jeers, laughter and taunting voices abruptly stopped only to be replaced with screams of terror.  A smile crossed your face as four shadows appeared on the ground of your cell growing longer and larger as the seconds passed.

Before your very eyes, four vampires appeared.  Their mouths were stained red and their lips were curved upwards in malicious smiles revealing their elongated canines.

“We found her!” Three of the vampires hissed in unison.  Judging by their voices and what you could see of them in the dim lighting, they were women.

The fourth vampire stepped forwards and some light fell on his face, illuminating it.  the fourth vampire was clearly a male.  That was all your mind could process because the vampire staring back at you was another of Sirius’ doppelgängers.

One of the female vampires hissed unexpectedly.  Following her gaze, you looked down and realised that she was hissing because of the manacles that now lay on the floor.  You knew that her enhanced eyesight was allowing her to see the pitiful attempts at the runes that had been carved into the metal of the manacles.

“Let us hunt them!” She begged; her face now twisted into a snarl.  “We shall punish them for the disrespect that they showed you on this All Hallows Eve night.”

“Go!” Dracula ordered without looking at them as he was staring at you hungrily, “Raze this insignificant village to the ground.  Erase it from history.”

In perfect synchronisation, the female vampires bowed.  In one fluid movement, they pivoted and dashed forwards, out of the building.  Solomon turned away from you, gazing at the exit that the other vampires had left through with hunger burning in his gaze as Dracula stepped into the cell.

You reached forwards and grabbed onto one of Solomon’s sleeves.  At your unspoken plea, he turned to face you.

“They are more than capable,” you began.  As if to support your argument, the sounds of objects crashing, frightened screams, and gleeful, if somewhat insane cackles reached your ears.

“I want the both of you tonight,” you declared boldly, not relinquishing your grip on the sleeve of Solomon’s sleeve.  Solomon still had the hungry expression on his face but the air had changed around you and so had his hunger.  It wasn’t a craving for revenge and fear any longer.  The hungry expression that Solomon wore promised a much more satisfying way to spend the night.

“If that is what our little witch desires.” Dracula purred, lifting one of your wrists to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist where your veins were visible.  Dracula’s canines scraped the tender skin of your wrist causing you to gasp in pleasure.  Both Dracula and Solomon inhaled deeply as you gasped and the scent of your arousal reached them.

Being part of the hidden supernatural world had its advantages and within a very short period, you were in a large, spacious castle.  You didn’t have any more time to admire nor examine the castle because Dracula had swept you into his arms and clutching you tightly, he sped through the castle and its corridors.  Before you knew it, Dracula found the room he was searching for and he glided forwards and gently lowered you onto the bed before stepping back and watching you expectantly.

There was a rush of air and Solomon appeared in the room.  Clearly the scent of your arousal had affected him because the curved horns that he had in his demon form were visible atop his head and his pointed tipped wings were also visible.  His wings were incredibly large, signifying his age and rank among demons.  They sprouted from the middle of his back and reached outwards and they were also beautifully coloured.  Red decorated the edges of the wings before darkening to a midnight purple and then, as the wings narrowed closer to the base, the colour changed again, darkening to an inky black.

With a flap of his tremendous wings, Solomon landed on the bed atop your outstretched legs.  His prehensile tail wove around your torso pulling you up into a sitting position.  His tail uncurled itself from your torso and dropped down slightly, tracing down your thigh as Solomon re-connected your lips.

You gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his tail gliding up and down your thigh and you felt him grin before raising a hand to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.  You knew that you would have beard burn later but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you opened your mouth so that his tongue could explore it. 

You let out a moan as Solomon’s now pointed nails scraped along your scalp before grasping some of your hair and pulling back harshly.  The movement caused your lips to disconnect and you to bare your neck to the hungry gazes of the demon and the vampire.  The latter let out an appreciative groan at the sight of the exposed flesh and gracefully moved forwards.  As your demon nipped and sucked his way down one side of your neck, your other lover sucked marks into the other side of your neck, paying special attention to the middle of your neck.  That was one of Dracula’s favourite spots to mark you because the skin was directly above your carotid artery.  Occasionally his fangs would graze the area but you knew that he wouldn’t bite unless you gave him explicit consent to do so and even then, he was extremely cautious not to drain you too much.

You pushed your torso upwards, begging for more and your two lovers took the hint.  Solomon’s tail wrapped around your torso again and kept you upright as Dracula and Solomon pulled back.  In Solomon’s case, he also removed his clawed hand from your hair which caused you to whine at the loss.

“You have two seconds to remove your clothing otherwise Dracula and I will shred it off of you,” Solomon ordered in a husky voice filled with promise.

Reaching for your magic, you vanished your clothing and to save you time undressing them, you were far too impatient for that, you vanished their clothing as well.  You knew that your clothing would reappear in the laundry.

When you refocused on Solomon and Dracula, expecting to resume your previous activities, you found the both of them staring at you heatedly.  Their gazes made your abdomen clench as heat rushed through you at the intensity of their gazes.  The air became charged with your anticipation.  Your nipples hardened due to their expressions and wetness began to trickle out of your hole.

One of Dracula’s hands shot out, cupping your chin while two of his fingers pressed your cheeks together, “Did we give you permission to do that?”  He growled out.  His pointed nails dug into your cheeks a little and the pressure had you pressing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the rapidly growing ache that you were feeling in your pussy.

You shook your head as carefully as you dared and Dracula appeared to be satisfied with your answer.  He pulled back but as he did so, he purposely dragged one of his nails across your swollen bottom lip lightly.

Solomon and Dracula chuckled as you let out a whine at the action and unconsciously, you leant forwards begging for more.  Dracula ignored your plea and removed his hand entirely.  

“Fine, if that’s the game they want to play,” you made eye contact with both of them and slowly drew your bottom lip into your mouth.  When you were sure that you had the undivided attention of Solomon and Dracula, you bit down gently on your lip before releasing it and swiping your tongue across your bottom lip.

That spurred the vampire and demon into action.  Before you could blink, you had been arranged onto all fours on the bed with Dracula standing just in front of you.  Your face was level with his crotch and his cock had already begun to thicken and rise due to the vampire’s arousal and your proximity.

Meanwhile, your demon was crouching behind you on the bed.  He leant over you and dragged his nails down your back.  You let out a groan at the sensation and tossed your head back.  Dracula’s hand shot out and wrapped itself in your hair.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and Solomon will take you from behind.” Dracula stated, “If you need to stop, tap my thigh twice.  Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, my witch,” Solomon chastised, dragging the nails of his other hand down your spine.  You mewled in response.

“Yes!  Yes!  I understand!” You exclaimed breathily.

“Good.” The demon and vampire acknowledged in unison.

Without releasing your hair, Dracula grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it to your mouth.  He rubbed the swollen tip across your lips smearing the precum that had already begun to leak.  Dracula’s grip on your hair tightened and understanding his unspoken command, you opened your mouth.

Dracula slipped his cock into your mouth, letting out an appreciative, rumbling groan as his cock was surrounded by warmth.  His other hand rose up to rest on your shoulder and he withdrew his cock from your mouth.  You didn’t have any time to react to the sudden emptiness of your mouth because Dracula’s hips snapped forward and his cock was once again in your mouth.  Dracula repeated the movement building up speed as he did so and you hollowed your cheeks while also using your tongue to trace the veins and flick at the head of his cock.

Annoyed that you appeared to have forgotten about his presence, Solomon moved so that he was crouching in between your spread legs.  His clawed hands grabbed onto your ass cheeks and spread them further apart.

You let out a muffled groan as you felt his hands on you and the movement caused Dracula to let out a husky groan himself.

“Do that again,” he ordered speaking to Solomon over the top of your head, “she liked it.”

“I have something much better in mind,” Solomon replied.  If your mind hadn’t been so fogged with lust, you would have registered the demon’s annoyed tone.

Solomon’s hands moved to grasp onto your hips and then he dipped his head.  In a quick movement, he licked a wet stripe from your clit to your entrance.  Your legs trembled as your body clenched.  Only the firm grip that Solomon had on your hips prevented them from inching closed.

Solomon pulled back and his breath fanned across your pussy as he spoke, “Keep your legs open.”

He gave you no chance to respond, ducking his head and licking your pussy with rapid strokes of his tongue.  Then he began to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your lower lips before using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit.  His tongue inched lower before slipping into your already clenching hole and wiggling around.  Your muted scream had Dracula doubling over in pleasure as the movement of his hips lost their slow, lazy rhythm and became jerky.

“Don’t tease,” he commanded as he straightened up and continued thrusting.

Solomon withdrew from your pussy and the look he gave Dracula had the vampire snapping his fangs at him.

“I suppose you’re right,” the demon allowed after a few moments.  He slid forwards and knelt in between your spread legs.  You felt a pressure at your entrance and that was the only warning that you were given before Solomon slipped inside you as far as he could go. 

Maintaining his grip on your hips, Solomon started to fuck into you.  Gradually, the demon’s pace grew in speed and he dropped one of his hands so that he could gently scrape his pointed fingernail over your clit.  The added stimulation had the muscles of your pussy fluttering around him.

Dracula began to pant and then you felt his cock swell in your mouth.  With his last ounce of restraint, Dracula removed himself from your mouth and rested the now purple head of his cock on top of your bottom lip.  He angled his cock so the head was pointing into your mouth and then he removed his hand from your shoulder using it to stroke his cock instead.  It didn’t take long before the vampire’s warm seed entered your mouth.

“Swallow,” he instructed hoarsely and you did.  You swallowed everything that he gave you and then Solomon’s tail wound itself around your lower torso and with a quick yank, pulled you up away from Dracula and so your back was resting against Solomon’s front.  Solomon’s hand crept its way up your body until it rested on the flesh of your neck.  The demon turned your face towards him and stole your mouth in a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, Solomon widened his stance, pushing your legs further apart.  During your change in position, the demon hadn’t stopped fucking you but now his thrusts took on a desperate edge and you felt a growing pressure at your entrance at the base of his cock.

Solomon broke your kiss, “Are you going to take my knot?” He huffed, “Will you let me paint your insides white and stuff you full?”

You let out a keen at his words as his other hand came to rest on your belly and his tail unwound itself from your body, swishing to and fro in the air mimicking his wings.

“Last chance,” the demon snarled, “yes or no?”

“YES!” You screamed in ecstasy, “Fill me up!”

Solomon needed no further prompting and on his next thrust, there was a pop and his knot slipped inside you.  It was a good thing that Solomon was holding onto you as your orgasm hit.  When your walls stopped clenching around him, you were left utterly boneless in the demon’s arms. 

Solomon thrusted once more before coming himself.  He tipped back his head and let out a roar as he pulsed inside of you, his seed warming you up internally.  Carefully, your demon lowered you to the bed, his arms wrapped securely around you and his cock deep inside you.  Every now and then it would twitch and more of his seed would flow into you causing you to wince from the sensitivity.

Dracula climbed onto the bed next to you and kissed you in an attempt to distract you.  The distraction worked as you relished in the pressure of his lips against yours.  During the kiss, your tongue swiped across Dracula’s fangs which made the vampire hiss with pleasure into your mouth.

“You did so well for us,” Solomon praised as you broke the kiss between you and Dracula, placing kisses of his own across your back and shoulders.  Delicately, he shifted his hips backwards and his knot left your entrance.  You felt your combined fluids drip out of your hole.  Dimly, you registered Dracula’s hand resting on your thigh and a soft fabric mopping up the mess staining your inner thighs and then your eyes slid closed.

You felt a deep sadness as your eyes opened and you saw Sirius asleep next to you.  Your limbs felt tender and your pussy was sore as if you and Sirius had had sex in the real world.  You lifted the covers and saw two fading handprints with longer-than-average fingernails on your thighs.

You gasped quietly and traced the handprints with a trembling finger, resolving to speak with Severus as soon as possible.

#mywriting #harry potter #sirius black #female reader #sirius black x female reader #post sirius black in azkaban #count dracula #count dracula x reader #father solomon #father solomon x reader #image of father solomon is not mine #found it on google #credits to the original owner of the image #mystery of dreams and reality

[boombox-fuckboy]

As a hobby worldbuilder who works primarily in what I assume is the weird fiction zone (with fair sized fantasy or scifi elements, depending on the project), I sometimes get stuck about what to do with the sky. If reality doesn't work the same, how do I account for the sun? Should I even have a moon and stars? If I do, are they true moon and stars, or an equivalent?

While you can gently sweep the conundrum under a rug, it can of course become part of the game. Here's some examples of solutions I've enjoyed:

Midst: The natural state of the universe is, in fact, light. Darkness acts like a reality-warping, breathable liquid. Midst is an islet, which here means it's one of many floating planetoids. Midst specifically floats and rotates slowly at the border of light and dark, causing day and night. The moon is an even smaller floating body, but it's mostly just there to explode. Space is dangerous not for breathing or temperature reasons but because you'll get ripped to shreds by floating mica.

Campaign: Skyjacks: The sun is the creation of the Sovereign (now dead patriarch god), and the stars were his angels. The Morningstar is the only one that doesn't move, guarding the empty throne, but the few remaining stars (angels) do, and also aren't always up there, which makes navigation difficult. There are so few stars now as most angels were cast out of the heavens a couple centuries back (when The Sovereign was slain). The moon was created by The Forest Queen, allowing her to see by the light of it, which she could not by the Sovereign's sun. If you fly an airship above the moon, she cannot see you.

The Mistholme Museum: Specifically, in the world of The Beast and The Queen, the stars are beetles, which roam about on the dome that is the sky. The sun? Different beetle.

#Like if this reality began as a dream and has soap-bubbled it's way over the past few million years into solid existence #then it's super likely the organisms that initially dreamed it would've influenced it enough to have a sun at least. #So what the fuck is that sun now? Are there stars? What would an astronomer find to look at them? more suns? or holes in the soap bubble? #midst #campaign: skyjacks #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #skyjacks #midst podcast #the mistholme museum

[artofthemystic]

NOT OUT OF THE WOODS YET by Otto Rapp Via Flickr: Created in NIGHTCAFE - Stable Diffusion SDXL 1.0 - New Feature: trained Model for Drawing. Here I trained AI with over 60 images of my drawings, the result of this training is combined with my textprompt. the prompt included H.R. GIGER, BOSCH and BOGOMIL'S UNIVERSE EVOLVED from a botched previous evolve. This time, burned it with 60% prompt and 70% noise! The evolve trail goes back to a actual drawing of mine as a seed image, but I relegated the previous one to the archives. It was basically a repeat of what went before. Lesson learned. If you want variations, then go above 50% with the noise level. PROMPT: "IT LIVES IN THE WOODS" drawing by Otto Rapp at the Cryptid Taxidermy Museum, in post apocalyptic wonderland, in heaven everything is fine by lady in the radiator and brothers quay, stopmotion cinema photograph by H.R. Giger, by Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Hieronymus Bosch, Art Nouveau, intricately detailed, hyperrealism, fantasy, imperial colors; Bogomils Universe

#nightcafe #surreal #mysterious #fantasy #dream #AI #artificial intelligence #design #drawing #visionaryart #fantasticrealism #Alternate Reality #Bogomil's Universe #H.R. Giger #lady in the radiator #Brothers Quay #Cryptid Taxidermy #apocalypse #Arcimboldo #Art Nouveau #flickr

[xinambercladx]

Incase you missed it, Chapter 10 of my Cad Bane fanfiction was uploaded a little while ago, for "Figment."

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Chapter 11 is in progress. Trying to decide if a certain scene should wait for later...?

#cad bane #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #dreams vs reality #lucid dreaming #action adventure #thriller #mystery #bounty hunting adventures #of a blueberry cowboy #nareid hyuse #yenem'ropi #Cad Bane x OC #my things 2023

[pochapal]

this is really curious phrasing. beatrice being a dream. beatrice is The Narrative, a total embodiment of the romanticised metaphysical.

#umineko liveblog #ep1 reread #so if dreams are idealised retellings of reality #and beatrice is representative on that #then that means that according to The Dichotomy beatrice is a romantic #which begs the question. are there actually any detectives on rokkenjima? #or is that the plot twist. this is a mystery without detectives #and you the reader are therefore forced to assume that role yourself #something to think on i guess

[mejomonster]

Sometimes I need to remind myself there's a lot of writing styles and different writing choices create different effects and if that's the intention then it's okay to do it differently from say X other person, since that person's style choice may not be to create the same effect as another writer's

Like. Haruki Murakami and Stephen King are not doing the same things, not trying to accomplish the same things. There is a reason one writer may intend to let dialogue do the heavy lifting and leave descriptions absent unless utterly necessary, only the most vital pieces written such as core actions. While another author might revel in pages of description, the setting they place their scenes in being its own character and such a tremendous influence on the point of the story. The author who picks to make time feel unreal and hard to grab and plays with time skips and back and forth for a particular effect, and the one who is much more concrete about time and the when's (perhaps for a murder mystery where the facts of the case are critical). Just because your writing choices are not identical to the choices of those you may admire, does not make them wrong. Your own particular piece of writing, in that moment in time, has its own goals that need to be achieved in their own ways.

#writing advice #mainly myself so lol feel free to ignore but certainlh do NOT take any of this as a hard rule #just like. ive been thinking about how Anne Rice involves the settings like characters #as does Priest. Priest covers times in very concrete ways because shes writing murder mysteries where #part of the thrill of the reader is to figure out the evidence and details too. #meanwhile an author like murakami may rarely give concrete time #because its surreal like a dream and fleeting and more about the internal mental experience of events than the concrete reality #an author like Sarah Waters in fingersmith uses 2 distinct VERY unreliable biased narrators for one of the BEST reading experiences ive #ever had. while plenty of novels choose a much more reliable single narrator to tell a clear less anbiguous story #and all those writing choices are different because theyre intended to have different effects. #the only Real problem is when you aim to have X effect with a particular choice but it is Not working #and then you have to decide to either change the writing choice to one that better creates X effect #or practice X writing choice because you feel some aspect of it youre doing poorly and not good enough to Get intended effect #or you simply run into the issue of Generally not knowjng how to get the effect you desire and itll take some experimenting #or may simply not be achieved in that particular project. and you need more practice. which this project may become

[ibyul]

Mystery boys keep popping up in my dreams to be nice to me… where are these boys irl

#in the past like it would be ppl i know that showed up in my dreams right #but now it’s. mystery boys #i dont need many i just need (1) irl #are these dreams just a refuge #it’s okay honestly I am okay even if they are just a refuge from the reality for a few seconds #I am a simple girl lol a guy appears in my dreams and tells me ‘see? you’re not horrifically tall at all’ #and I wake up being like where is he #lmfao #shocking that I can’t seem to like any guys irl… esp when I am the type to like ppl so easily #💭.txt #is it hard to wake up from such a dream and go on living life tho #yes. yes it is

[deciessomnia]

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Twisted Wonderland Part 2

🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. dire crowley ⊱ ever so generous headmage of nrc 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. mozus trein ⊱ history of magic &&. animal linguistic professor 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ashton vargas ⊱ flight &&. physical ed professor 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. divus crewel ⊱ alchemy &&. science professor 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. sam ⊱ mysterious s &&. witch doctor

🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ambrose the 63rd ⊱ rsa's headmage 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. najma viper ⊱ desert star 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. neige leblance ⊱ the sweetest of dreams 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. che'nya ⊱ my reality is different from yours~ 🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. kifaji ⊱ the royal advisor

#🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. dire crowley ⊱ ever so generous headmage of nrc #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. mozus trein ⊱ history of magic &&. animal linguistic professor #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ashton vargas ⊱ flight &&. physical ed professor #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. divus crewel ⊱ alchemy &&. science professor #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. sam ⊱ mysterious s &&. witch doctor #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. ambrose the 63rd ⊱ rsa's headmage #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. najma viper ⊱ desert star #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. neige leblance ⊱ the sweetest of dreams #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. che'nya ⊱ my reality is different from yours~ #🕊 𓆪 ㅤ ic. kifaji ⊱ the royal advisor #( c.atch a.ll )

[1introvertedsage]

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.

~Jean-Paul Sartre~

#Jean-Paul Sartre #Sartre #Jean Paul Sartre #Sartre quotes #dreamer #disenchantment #truth #reality #dreaming #fly #confuse #dreams are for the dreamers #see #disenchanted #Alice #the mystery of it all #intrigued #seeing #senses #LHA #1introvertedsage #quotes

[apeirture]

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#⠀⠀›⠀ IMAGE⠀...⠀the place of a prayer is the place of strength renewal. #⠀⠀›⠀ WRITING⠀...⠀there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath. #⠀⠀›⠀ HEADCANON⠀...⠀am i the serpent - headed girl? or her endless reflection? #⠀⠀›⠀ STUDY⠀...⠀her rebellion‚ her madness‚ her longing have grown to her to a level of a scream. #⠀⠀›⠀ OUT OF CHARACTER⠀...⠀looking for trouble and if i cannot find it‚ i will create it. #⠀⠀›⠀ PROMPT⠀...⠀you’ll see me tonight in your dreams. #⠀⠀›⠀ DASH GAMES⠀...⠀the difference between prayer and mercy is how you move the tongue. #⠀⠀›⠀ MAIN⠀...⠀eve watches with her one bloody eye. #⠀⠀›⠀ MODERN⠀...⠀and instead of evening prayers‚ i plead with myself. #⠀⠀›⠀ VINCENZO⠀...⠀i looked on the disorder of my mind as sacred. disaster was my god. #⠀⠀›⠀ BUNGOU STRAY DOGS⠀...⠀the stream of a wintry confession: reality is reality. #⠀⠀›⠀ GENERAL FANTASY⠀...⠀is this all you? mysterious and lucid‚ present and absent at once.

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Mystery of Dreams and Reality - Part 5

AN: This is the last part of the Wishes and Potions series. Thank you to everyone who has engaged with this series and I hope you enjoy the finale!

This fic contains: swearing, Nevada, and Norman are their own warnings, mention of arranged marriage, smut, fingering (female receiving), hints of sub-Norman, cum tasting, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of pain, spoilers for Harry Potter books, mentions of mafia/gang business and violence. There are also two references to Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness and references to previous installments in this fic. Spanish translations:

He escuchado mucho sobre ti - I've heard a lot about you

Sobrinos - nephews

You returned to Grimmauld Place following your chat with Severus with a heavy heart and a melancholy air.  The Potions Master of Hogwarts had given you plenty to think about and while the information he revealed to you didn’t place you or anyone else in immediate danger, the reveal of information had you feeling like an ant on a leaf adrift at sea.

Initially, while your friend had been interested in what you were telling him, he hadn’t fully believed it until you explained that there had been some marks left on your body from your last encounter with Sirius’ doppelgängers.  Severus’ fingers had spasmed on the table on top of some unmarked essays and in a hoarse voice he demanded to know how long the Weasley twins had left the vial in the sun for.

Severus’ reaction caused you to lose some of your own composure and after a few seconds, you managed to reply that you weren’t sure how long the vial had been left in the sun for.  You were tempted to tell Severus your estimate about how long the vial had been left in the sun but just in the nick of time, you remembered your friend’s speeches about how potions was an art that required precision so you held your tongue.

Severus’ hands trembled as he explained that there were some potioneers and runes scholars that believed in the multiverse theory.  In a quieter voice than usual, Severus continued to explain that his mastery in potions had taught him just how much of a pivotal role the sun played in the growth of ingredients and life in general and how too much sunlight could, in theory, cause a witch or wizard to experience the multiverse.  Essentially by leaving the vial in the sun for too long, the Weasley twins had unknowingly increased the amount of sunlight which led to the situation you and Sirius now found yourselves in.

Your mind was reeling.  Not because you were shocked at the fact that there were some scholars that believed that your world was one of many.  No, the reason for your shock was that Severus was implying that in many of these alternate realities, different versions of you were actually in relationships with different versions of Sirius and the dreams that you were having were actually situations occurring at that exact moment.

By the time you returned to Grimmauld Place, the sky had darkened considerably and you felt a pang of guilt that you had left Sirius alone for so long in Number 12.  Even though he had had his trial at the Ministry of Magic and been officially cleared of causing the deaths of James and Lily Potter, causing that explosion in the street, the deaths of the twelve Muggles, and being an unregistered Animagus, Sirius had elected to stay in Number 12 until the end of the school term when the both of you would take Harry on a vacation.

You knew it wasn’t easy for him to be back in Number 12 because there were so many negative memories attached to the place.  Before the incident with the potions vial, you had suggested that Sirius move in with you.  Sirius had leapt at the idea and that was when he decided that he would sell the place after your holiday.

Your worries about Sirius being alone for too long dissipated slightly when you heard him talking to Harry.

“The only fireplace is in the Dining Room and Sirius isn’t a fan of Floo calls.  He’ll do it if he really has to, like he did last year when he wanted to speak to Harry about the Tournament but if Sirius has a choice, he’d much rather use any other method.  He’s probably using the twin of the two-way mirror that he gave Harry earlier this year.”

Not wanting to interrupt Sirius’ conversation with his godson, you pulled one of the chairs near the dining table towards you and sat down on it.  Minutes later, you heard Sirius saying goodbye to Harry and you stood up from the chair.

You heard Sirius calling your name so you quickly returned the chair to its original position and climbed the stairs that led to Sirius’ bedroom.  The animagus was sitting on his bed and as soon as he saw you, he moved backwards, opened his legs a bit more and patted the space in front of him.

You obliged and the second that you sat down, Sirius wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“How did your visit go?”

You sighed and recounted what Severus had told you.

Sirius was quiet and when you twisted around slightly to see the expression on his face, you noticed that his expression was a mixture of thoughtfulness and intrigue.  At the same time, you felt his arms tighten around you.

“Well, I guess this proves it,” Sirius commented eventually.

“This proves what?” You asked.

“That I love you in every universe.”

You frowned as you thought of the first dream you had, the one with Doctor Zachary Smith.  Sirius seemed to be thinking along the same lines you were.

“Based on what you have told me, that version of me did love you just….” Sirius paused as he searched for the right way to describe his thoughts, “Not enough to give up on his nefarious plans.”

You weren’t sure what to say in response to that and so, you just leant into Sirius’ embrace.

“Hold me please,” you begged in a whisper.  “I’m not sure what to expect tonight.”

Sirius acquiesced and your last thought before you drifted off in his arms moments later was that you would definitely be returning the favour when Sirius experienced his dreams of his alternate selves as they interacted with the other versions of you.

You reopened your eyes to see your cousin Malky standing outside the door to your apartment.

“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” You grumbled as you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you.  Malky stepped aside to give you some space.  While it was no secret in your family what Malky did for a living and who he really worked for, he was always the protective cousin when it came to you.

Which made the situation that you found yourself in (because of your cousin) all the more unusual.

Malky rolled his eyes and glanced up and down the corridor furtively before speaking, “A business deal went south and one…employee from Ramirez’s team offended one of my colleagues.  When he realised what he’d done, he fled south in an attempt to explain things but the business deal was irreparable.  Ramirez wants our teams to be able to work together which is why he’s organised this function.  He knows that he would be the one who would lose more if our teams didn’t collaborate effectively.”

You had to hand it to your cousin; he was good with words.  You supposed that came from who he dealt with on a daily basis.  If an outsider with no knowledge of the world Malky was a part of had been listening in, they would have simply assumed that Malky was talking about two competing businesses.

But you knew better.

“Look,” your cousin continued.  “Cards on the table here.   The boss appreciates what you’re doing for me.  I bring you to the party, it reinforces the family ideal that Ramirez wants to promote and your act with Stansfield also shows him that you’re off limits.  It might even get him to think twice about how far he is willing to expand his territory.”

“How long is that going to last when he finds out that I’ve never met your boss?” You muttered.

“As long as you can act like you have met the boss and that you are in a relationship with him.  We’ve laid the groundwork and we have no doubt that Ramirez has already hacked the server and found out about you.”

“Is this supposed to fill me with confidence?” You asked as you made your way to the street and walked over to the car that Malky indicated.  The second you drew near, one of Malky’s team (and you used that word loosely) opened the car door for you.

Malky slid in beside you, “We’d rather not take the chance that Ramirez offers to unite our communities through marriage with one of his own people. There were rumours that he was considering the idea.  That’s why I suggested you.”

You closed your eyes, “You know you owe me for this, right?”

“That is crystal clear.” Your cousin shot back, “I promise to make your favourite foods for a month.”

A little appeased, you relaxed into the car seat, “At least.”  You smirked at Malky’s resigned expression; he knew you would hold him to his promise.  You weren’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing that the drive to the restaurant where you would be meeting Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez along with their men was a short one.

Once you had climbed out of the car, Malky gripped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  He didn’t offer any words of encouragement and you knew that was because in his eyes, him squeezing your hand in support was worth more than any words he could offer.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you strode into the restaurant with Malky by your side.  It wasn’t hard to locate the table that Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez were occupying since both men had their men sitting around the restaurant in different booths glaring at each other and staring out of the window. 

You noticed that the bosses were complete opposites the second you laid eyes on both of them.  Norman wore a tan suit with a white shirt underneath.  His hair and beard were a light brown and he seemed to be exaggerating his movements whereas Nevada was dressed completely in black.  The only item that he wore that was a different colour was a gold cross around his neck.  Your immediate impression of Nevada was that he was very calculating and that he wasn’t one to mince words.

You had no idea what force influenced your actions but upon drawing level with Norman, you reached out a hand and rested it on his shoulder.  You didn’t see Malky stiffen next to you and do his best to control his wince.

However, your cousin need not have worried about his boss’ reaction to you touching Norman’s suit-covered shoulder.  Without breaking eye contact with Nevada, Norman raised his right arm, hooked it around your waist, and pulled you into his lap.

Nevada didn’t seem surprised by your arrival either and he leant forwards to shake your hand once you had settled yourself in Norman’s lap.

“He escuchado mucho sobre ti,” Nevada greeted you.

Your mind registered the switch to Spanish and you also noticed how Nevada used the informal version of the word you.  It was fairly obvious that he was testing you and his statement in Spanish led you to two possible conclusions.  One: Nevada wanted to see your reaction to his immediate lack of respect especially since Malky had told you that Norman didn’t speak Spanish.  Two: Nevada wanted to see whether you would translate for Norman, Malky and the other men.  Doing so would give Nevada an advantage over Norman.

You smirked and didn’t take your eyes off Nevada, “Then I’m sure that you are aware that due to our closeness in age and the fact that we grew up in the same neighbourhood, my cousin and I share the same opinion when it comes to protecting members of our family.  The easiest way to protect people is by knowing them.  Knowledge is power after all.”

“Spare me your bullshit.” Nevada scoffed, “I’ve seen enough Disney movies with my sobrinos for today.”

“It’s not bullshit,” you replied with your smirk still on your face.   Malky’s words about Nevada wanting to uphold the idea of family had just been proven by the man himself.  “I know everything about the men that stand behind Norman.”

“You do?” Norman questioned.

You were pretty sure that Malky was fighting to hide a wince and you knew that Norman could take your words to mean that Malky had overshared information about his boss’ business dealings.  Thinking quickly, you relaxed against Norman and linked your fingers with the hand that was draped across your body.  Hopefully, that would distract the man and you would be able to explain to the crime boss underneath you that you were bluffing.

“Oh?” Nevada queried at the same time.

Knowing you only had one chance at this and that Nevada wanted an example; you inclined your head.  “I know all of Norman’s men are loyal to him and only him,” your words were just as much an attempt to convince Nevada as they were to convince Norman that Malky hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I also know,” you continued, “that you had a bit of trouble with three of your men in the club that you own trying to swindle you out of some of your profit.”

Nevada hummed, “By any chance, would you happen to know what I did to those men?” 

You paused for a moment before you answered the clearly loaded question, “Rest assured, you and Norman are alike in how you deal with those that betray you.”

Satisfied for the moment, Nevada gestured to the waiter who immediately rushed into the kitchen and returned to serve the food.  Throughout the delicious four-course meal, the men discussed matters of territory, alliances, and profits.   You and Norman played up the couple act and you did your best to be as convincing and natural as possible, especially when you noticed Nevada’s brooding gaze on you or Norman.

While a tense air persisted throughout the night, you hadn’t really expected an easy evening and most of the tenseness came from when Nevada’s men and Norman’s men interacted with one another.

There was a sense of forced politeness when it came to the interactions and many, many dirty looks but the men couldn’t do any more than that as they didn’t want to risk the anger of their bosses.  Thankfully, the night did end and when you climbed into the same car that brought you to the restaurant, you let out a long sigh of relief.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Norman’s voice sounded from inside the car.

“SHIT!” You yelped, “I thought you were Malky!”

“Your reaction made that very clear.” Norman assured you before commanding the driver to start driving.  As much as you wished the driver wouldn’t follow Norman’s command so you could get out of the car and try to find your cousin, you knew the driver wouldn’t hesitate to obey Norman’s order.

Norman ran a hand over his beard, “Thank you for tonight.”  He inhaled sharply, “I can imagine that it wasn’t easy for you.”

“That’s an understatement,” you chuckled nervously.  The confidence that you had displayed in the restaurant was quickly slipping away and you were increasingly aware that you were in the backseat of a car next to Norman Stansfield.  That thought reminded you about your cousin.

“Where’s Malky?”

Norman examined you critically, “Is that what you really want to talk about now?”

You regarded him with an unimpressed look. 

“You know, you and your cousin have the same I’m-upset-with-you face.”

“Oh, so you’re familiar with it then.”

Norman chuckled, “Malky is safe.  He’s in another car and for the record, you’re just like your cousin described you.  It’s refreshing.  Like the rain during a storm.  It’s beautiful.”

The atmosphere in the air tingled with electricity and tension.  Except this type of tension had you craving more.  You wanted to see how far Norman would go.

His eyes traced your figure before coming to rest on your lips, “(Name)?”

“Yes?” You inquired.  You suddenly found yourself breathless.

“Stop me now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

You licked your lips and watched as his eyes widened then darkened, “You won’t hear those words passing my lips.”

Norman looked like he wanted nothing more than to cup the back of your head in his hand and drag your lips to his yet he appeared to be restraining himself.

“Say it,” the DEA agent croaked.  “Say that you want me to kiss you.”

“Why limit ourselves?”  You had no idea where this boldness was coming from but you were certainly enjoying the affect that it had on the man across from you.

“Please my beautiful songbird.  Say the words and I’ll be yours.”

“I want your lips on mine,” you uttered.

Norman moved so quickly that your heart didn’t even have time to beat.  His lips pressed against yours frantically as if he was on a time limit.  You found yourself matching his intensity and just as you were regretting the restrictive nature of your seatbelts because you needed Norman to be closer to you, the car stopped abruptly.

Norman gritted his teeth, “Why have you fucking stopped?” He snapped.

“We’ve returned to (Name)’s place of residence, sir.”  The terrified driver stammered.

Needing no further incentive to move, you unbuckled your seatbelt and teasingly dragged your hand down Norman’s right shoulder and across his belt buckle, stopping just shy of the bulge you could see forming in his pants.

You shot the man what you hoped was a seductive glance over your shoulder as you opened the door, “Coming?”

The driver coughed to remind you of his presence and Norman was out of the car in a flash.  You had just climbed out of the car and shut the door (much to the relief of the driver) when Norman came up beside you.  He wrapped his arm around you, like he had at the restaurant, and pulled you into him possessively.

Your brain short circuited and all you could focus on was reaching your apartment as soon as possible.  Norman appeared to be as eager as you were and the instant that you had locked your apartment door behind the two of you, Norman pressed you up against the door and claimed your lips in another fiery kiss.

You melted in his embrace and your arms wrapped around his neck relishing in the minimal amount of distance between you.  Norman broke away from your lips to kiss and nip across your jaw before nibbling at your ear lobe.  You moaned at the action.

Panting, Norman pulled back slightly, “Do you want me to take you here or should we make our way to your bedroom?”

You envied his ability to form coherent sentences.

“Bedroom please,” you gasped out.

Norman stepped forwards and lifted his hands so that he could slide them up your legs.  When he reached the top of your thighs, his hands gripped you tightly.  The pressure alerted you to the fact that he wanted you to jump.  Impulsively, you decided to trust him and with a quick movement, you hooked your legs around his waist.

Norman grunted softly.  Once again his eyes trailed up your body and the way he was looking at you caused your breath to hitch.  You gave him directions to your bedroom and Norman began to move even before you had finished speaking.

Both of you were very grateful that it didn’t take long for Norman to reach your bedroom.

“Take your clothing off before I rip it off,” Norman growled.  His actions were the complete opposite to his words as he carefully removed his suit jacket and shirt.  Something in his voice told you that he wasn’t joking about ripping your clothing and because you didn’t want your clothes to meet that particular fate, you obeyed his gruff order.

By the time that you were naked, Norman was bare-chested and working on removing his belt from the loops of his pants.  You moved forward and ran your hands down the expanse of his chest.  Norman shivered as your hands touched his skin and he let out a low moan.  The bulge in his pants grew larger and Norman bit his lip.   He brought his hands up and encircled your wrists with his hands.

His chest heaved with each ragged breath that he took as he fixed you with a lustful stare.  “Get on the bed now,” he urged.

“Why?  Wouldn’t you rather see me on my knees?”  You argued, meeting Norman’s eyes with equally lustful expression.

You saw the temptation wash over Norman’s face before it was replaced with a heated glare.

“Bed.  Now.” He repeated.

 You felt yourself grow wetter at his stern tone and before you could think too much about what you were doing, your body had decided what it wanted to do and you were laying on top of your bed.  Barely a second passed and Norman joined you on the bed.  Your eyes drunk in the sight of him naked as he slotted himself between your spread legs.  Without breaking eye contact, Norman slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.  Your clit throbbed at the erotic sight and your nipples pebbled.

With the lightest of touches, Norman dragged his now wet fingertips across your nipples and you arched into the touch.  Norman placed his other hand on your stomach to press you down back onto the bed while he used his other hand to trace around your opening, purposefully avoiding your clit.

Norman’s hands on you were electrifying and he seemed to be well aware of that fact because he sent you a sly wink before slipping two fingers into your pussy.  The moan that bubbled up from your throat was louder than you expected and it seemed to echo in the room.  Norman eased his fingers out of you only to slide them forwards shortly into you again after you whimpered.

It didn’t take long for Norman to find a gradual rhythm that had all of your nerve endings firing.  Each time that he slid his fingers out of you, your walls clenched around him in a desperate attempt to keep them inside you.  Spots of light danced in your vision when Norman added a third finger.

You grew so used to Norman’s actions that when he removed his fingers from your pussy and used them to circle your clit, you let out a pleasure filled cry and came when he circled your clit the second time.

When your senses returned, you noticed that Norman had wrapped his drenched fingers around his cock and was jerking himself off with his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly.  Your lover’s eyes snapped open when your fingertips moved gently across his sac and up to cover his hand as it stroked his cock.

You felt Norman’s cock throb and precum dribbled from the almost purple tip.  Entranced, you watched as it slid down towards Norman’s balls.  However before it could continue on its journey, you removed your hand and swiped at the droplet with your finger.  Once the drop of precum was on the tip of your finger, you popped that finger into your mouth and savoured the taste of his cum.  Then you removed your finger from your mouth with a pop.

Your actions flipped a switch in Norman and after planting a hand on the bed next to your head, he surged forwards and impaled you on his cock.  Immediately, your hands flew up to grip onto his shoulders and Norman let out a pleasure filled hiss as your nails dug into his skin.  At the same time, you wrapped your legs around his waist and groaned at the change of angle.

Norman needed no further encouragement to move and he panted as his hips quickly found a bruising rhythm.  He changed the angle by leaning forwards and reconnecting your mouths.  His sudden action caused you to moan into his mouth and Norman’s hips stuttered.  He pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours as his hips continued to roll.

Your breaths mingled and you felt your walls begin to flutter around Norman’s cock.  The man on top of moved his hand so that his fingers pressed against your clit again and your hips bucked up into the touch.  Your walls gripped Norman’s cock tightly and you let out a howl as Norman’s cock swelled inside you.  Moments later, Norman’s hips stilled and he let out a loud roar of “FUCK” as his cum spurted out of his cock and into you.

Your still clenching walls milked every drop of cum from his quivering cock.  To distract you from the oversensitivity, Norman ran his free hand up and down your body and murmured praises into your skin.  When your walls stopped clenching, Norman’s hips slid backwards and he collapsed next to you on his back. 

As your heart rate returned to normal, Norman manoeuvred you so that you were laying on his chest with one hand resting over his heart.

“We have to get cleaned up,” you reminded Norman as you yawned.

Your vision went grey before you could hear Norman’s reply and when your eyes reopened, you realised that you were in Sirius’ room, laying down on his bed with Sirius’ arms wrapped protectively around you even as the man slept.

Speaking of the man, he twitched in his sleep and his cock pressed insistently against your backside.  Remembering the promise you made to yourself before you fell asleep, you turned in Sirius’ embrace and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you in every universe Sirius.” You whispered.

#mywriting #my fics #sirius black #female reader #norman stansfield #norman stansfield x reader #sirius black x reader #harry potter #severus snape #leon: the professional #trouble in the heights #nevada ramirez #malky #smut #mystery of dreams and reality

[goodjohnjr]

3 Body Problem Virtual Reality

All Humanity Is Threatened in Gripping ‘3 Body Problem’ Trailer (Video) This dream was inspired by me watching several episodes of the TV show 3 Body Problem (Season 1) before I went to sleep. 3 Body Problem | Final Trailer | Netflix In the dream, various people, possibly including some characters from that TV show, were in the dream. They were going through some of the same things that the…

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#3 Body Problem #3 Body Problem Season 1 #Dream #Dreaming #Game #Gaming #Mystery #Puzzle #Sleep #Video Game #Virtual Reality #Virtual Reality Headset #VR

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POURING IT OVER 1 by Otto Rapp Via Flickr: created in NIGHTCAFE - Stable Diffusion SDXL 1.0 the prompt included HIERONYMUS BOSCH, ALTERNATE REALITY, BOGOMIL EVOLVED The original creation was actually a complete abstract color flow. I then overcooked it in SD mode (using multiple prompts) and eventually evolved it in SDXL 1.0 using the 'Inner Life' prompt only with just the addition of 'acrylic pour art'. I made it several times with varying image and prompt strengths. Please note: I had been put on a 'time out ban' into the Nightcafe penalty box until November 6th 2023. Until then I can create and edit but not publish or comment. I still can upvote and award tips. I can't wait for my ban to be over - then I can 'clusterbomb' Nightcafe with pent-up creations - there are already hundreds of them! My page on Nightcafe: creator.nightcafe.studio/u/225QCvNZxReSd6aIflBIwO8OwQp2 PROMPT: acrylic pour art - The Inner Life of the Artist Otto Rapp - his Alternate Reality in Bogomil's Universe; macrocosmic reflection, intricately detailed; Hieronimus Bosch, imperial colors, fantasy, International Gothic, oil painting, mysterious, cryptid taxidermy

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[tanista]

Greetings and salutations to one and all!

Just wanted to share with you the latest installment of my Ad Astra anthology story Plus One, exploring the boundary between dreams and reality.

Becky's wedding day has finally arrived- or has it? Who is she marrying, anyway? And what happens when she discovers that what seems too good to be true really isn't?

Better follow that link and find out, dear readers! Hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome anytime.

Until next time, everyone take care of yourselves and stay safe!

#fanfic #domestic adventures #ad astra #stargate sg-1 #macgyver 1985 #plus one #dreams vs. reality #offworld mysteries

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Tag Dump 3

#💀 • headcanon | there is something at work in my soul that I do not understand • #💀 • verse info | words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality • #💀 • out of character | writing stories is a kind of magic too • #💀 • starter call | it’s a perfect night for mystery and horror; the air itself is filled with monsters • #💀 • closed starter | I would rather walk with a friend in the dark than alone in the light • #💀 • answered asks | all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream • #💀 • open starter | no one should brave the underworld alone • #💀 • aesthetic | and so being young and dipped in folly i fell in love with melancholy •

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

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