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biribaa · 6 months

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I saw you were taking requests for The Amazing Digital Circus, so if you want can you please write Headcannons for Kinger, Caine, and a character of your choice x a reader who’s abstracting in front of them

Also remember to drink lots of water and to take breaks!

-🧪Anon

Kinger, Caine and Ragatha x reader who's abstracting in front of them

I appreciate your kindness but I'm a computer, I think water is one of the things I need to "drink" less and prevent more.

TW/CW: AHH... Spoilers, also angst. Reader does get abstracted in all scenarios cuz we still dont rlly know if someone can be saved from getting abstracted

Kinger

Imagine lost your partners TWICE. Lolololol loser/J

Everything seems to occur in slow motion from Kinger's point of view, a heart he once had is somehow beating against his body. He prays to any god on this earth, be it real or not, or even Caine maybe, that this nightmare isn't happening again to him. Please, everyone, but not you.

Kinger tries to do everything so his lover don't reach the great peak of their insanity, even though he's not very good at it, knowing his personality. But trust me when I said, he tried. Who cares if he will get all glitched for touching your form, he needs you.

He never thought he would live another nightmare inside a nightmare. And in seconds that felt like painful hours to Kinger, here "you" are, a noisy form covered in eyes that flash in different colors. Your skin (if we can call it skin) moves abruptly as if it were a bag full of enraged cats. And, god, how he wished it was him instead.

Things are resolved by the talking human jaw, and yet the silence in Kinger's little pillow fort is no longer comforting as it once was. Silence now makes the small chess piece itch in agony. Silence that could be enjoyed with your presence, with holding your hand or dancing with you, and chat about random stuff he and you knows. The feeling of missing someone is familiar to him, and yet, it hits him in ways that his years in this circus haven't hit him.

Caine

While Kinger tries to do everything, Caine actually does anything to try saving your corrupted mind, and the lack of power in this situation leaves the digital being in panic. A simple snap of the fingers is not enough, and this information makes him tremble in ways he never thought he would tremble before for a simple human.

You aren't just any character, you are his favorite, the lil' buddy he spoils every hour and that always push a giggle from him. You were his very own star. The show could continue the same without you, Caine was sure of it, but could he? Without a character as entertaining as you in action?

"Of course I can fix them, I am Caine!" It's a phrase that was repeated several times in the presenter's programming, But with every grunt coming from the thing that once was you, it's just a reminder to Caine that he did a horrible job trying to take care of you. There were other characters that were abstracted of course, but... You were special to him. His favorite star. His star.

Caine even feels hesitant to put you in the hole of other characters who were abstract before. He preferred to keep you in a cage away from other people's contact, with no one hurting you and no one hurting you.

He knows, he knows the painful truth that you cannot be considered a sapient being, but even though you are a trace of what you once were, Caine doesn't have the courage to lose you forever.

With the other characters, Caine will act normally, with his loud and lively personality. Only if they analyze Caine close enough, the characters would notice something wrong with him.

And then, sometimes, he just stares at you in the cage. Caine ponders if he should admit the lost of his favorite star, it would be easier, but the pride in his chest screams that there must be some way that he could actually save you from...this.

Ragatha

Somehow, the scene is all silent for her. Ragatha stares at you as if the impossible itself is happening in front of her.

Ragatha holds your hands about to disappear, she caressed what was left from your shoulders, she hurriedly whispers words that would normally calm you down, but nothing can save you from the fate of your sanity, just leaving her with the pain of being glitched.

Of course, she had her other friends like Pomni, but lost you?!

Ragatha thinks she saw everything during her new experience in the digital circus, but something common like losing someone so important was the end of the line for her. You were her darling, her sunshine and her little everything even.

Everything she did sounded slightly more boring and boring without your presence, and Ragatha could do nothing about it. She continues (at least tries) to remain strong after that, still trying to complete the little adventures that Caine gives to the participants. But Ragatha's slow pace and lack of smiles was very noticeable.

The weight on Ragatha's chest is too much, losing someone so sweet and perfect for her in such a horrible way is too much. And the worst part is that Ragatha believes that she could have done something to save you, she could have been with you more often so that your mind didn't fall apart like this. But now, she can do nothing but mourn.

#x reader #canon x reader #reader insert #tadc x reader #tadc ragatha x reader #tadc caine x reader #tadc kinger x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader

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cuubism · 1 year

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thinking about that meta about the endless not really transforming into different forms but rather being all forms simultaneously and just being perceived differently from different points of view. and yeah

"So, Death was telling me something interesting about you yesterday," Hob says, sipping on his coffee.

Dream pouts, though he would probably deny that that's what it is. "You are gossiping with my sister behind my back?"

"You know we talk."

"Gossip," Dream mutters again, steps taking on a pace adjacent to an irritable trudge. "What unseemly things does she say about me?"

"Why do you think she says mean things about you?"

"Every time we speak, she calls me an idiot," Dream says, and Hob lets out a startled laugh.

"That's what siblings do," Hob reminds him. "You know she loves you."

"Hmm." Dream plucks Hob's coffee from his hand, taking a ponderous sip. "What praises does she heap upon me, then?"

Hob shakes his head in fond exasperation. "She says that you -- Endless, that is -- can like... change your appearance for different people? Or creatures? Like. If you met a cat you would appear as a cat to them?"

"You do not quite have the right of it," Dream says. He hasn't returned Hob's coffee, despite having insisted that he 'did not require mortal sustenance' when Hob had offered to get him his own.

"What's the right of it, then?"

"It is not for human minds to comprehend."

Hob groans. "At least humor me and try to explain? Do you turn into a cat or not?"

"I do not turn into anything," Dream says, offended. "How base and common."

"Shapeshifting is base and common, I'll make sure to tell all the shapeshifters I know," Hob tells him seriously.

Dream lets out a sigh that Hob recognizes as meaning fine, I will answer your inane questioning about the nature of my existence. The funny thing is, now that they've gotten over the six hundred year barrier of what's your name and what do you do for work, Dream delights in talking about his creations. He will speak at length about his work given half a chance.

It's the personal -- whether that's something as mundane as how he takes his tea or as fundamental as what an Endless even is, exactly -- that's been hard to get at.

"I am a cat," Dream explains.

Hob stares at him, looking up and down at the very man-shaped figure walking beside him as if he needs to double-check. "You're definitely not a cat."

"Yes, I am," Dream says. He does not appear to be joking.

And apparently Hob is still thirteen years old all these centuries later, because he says, "Prove it."

"You cannot see it because you are not a cat," Dream sighs, as if this is truly a tragic occurrence.

"Maybe I am a cat," Hob suggests, tucking his hands in his pockets, all casual. "How would you know?"

Dream gives him a sidelong look. "You are not a cat. Though perhaps you would be more peaceful as one."

"Doubt it. But wait, so, if I was a cat I would be able to see your cat form?"

"In essence, yes. But. You speak as if I would be donning a coat. These are not forms. Merely fragments. Simultaneous angles on a whole."

"Fragments," Hob repeats. He works it through like a particularly hard math problem. "Hang on. So. You're also a cat now. If we met a cat they would see a cat."

Fuck, this is getting weird.

Dream looks proud of Hob for getting it. "Yes."

"Could have attempted to explain that instead of just saying I am a cat," Hob tells him. "I also still maintain that you are not actually a cat."

"I am as much a cat as I am a human," Dream says.

"So, not," Hob says.

"No," Dream agrees. "Because I am Dream."

"You're a nightmare, is what you are," Hob mutters, and Dream smirks.

"That, too."

They've been walking in silence for another few minutes when Hob asks, "What's your real form?"

Dream frowns. "All of my forms are real, Hob."

"Sure, you look like this or that to different people. What do you look like to yourself?"

"All of my forms are real," Dream insists.

"So what I'm seeing now isn't some kind of default? Are you just always different? Is this like that we don't know how other people see colors 'cuz everyone's eyes could be different thing? Or is there any internal consistency to you?"

"I don't know what thing you're referring to."

"What I'm trying to find out is did I invent this version of you in my head?" Hob asks, getting stressed about it now. Did his subconscious somehow decide this was what Dream should look like? Presumably Dream knows what he looks like to Hob. What if he doesn't like it? "Did I just decide yep that's what dreams should look like in 1389 and you've been stuck wearing black ever since?"

Dream chuckles. Probably amused Hob would ever think he had that much power. "No. There is what you call internal consistency in my appearance. Different creatures, cultures, and so on will see different aspects of me, but there is not a different aspect for each person. It is not infinite."

Oh, thank god. "So, you want to look this way."

"I suppose."

Never a straight answer with him.

"Well, just for the record," Hob says, "I fell in love with the entity but I happen to quite like the shape as well."

"The shape," Dream repeats, with a smile.

"Here's where you're going to tell me you're also a triangle or something."

Dream is silent.

Fucking hell.

"I'm not even going to ask," Hob decides, forcibly moving on. "I have another question."

"You have many," Dream observes.

"That's what you love about me," Hob says, and Dream tilts his head as if conceding the point.

"If there was a human culture that thought of dreams as represented by cats," Hob starts, "they might see you as a cat?"

Dream sips at Hob's coffee, considering. "I suppose."

"And was there ever one?"

"No."

Hob lets out a long breath. Dream is frustrating as hell to talk to sometimes, but Hob can't say he doesn't enjoy it anyway, doesn't enjoy the puzzle. "Was there ever any culture like that, though? That saw their dream representation as something other than a person?"

"There was one that thought dreams lived in bubbles, therefore I was the reflection of light along a bubble's curve," Dream says, expressionlessly. As if that isn't wild and fascinating. "However, that civilization has since disbanded and morphed into different forms."

"Which civilization was that?"

"You would not know it," Dream says.

Hob tips his head back and groans. "God, you're like an edgy teenager who knew that indie band before they were cool. Oh, which band? No, you wouldn't know them, they're too niche, too underground."

"Underwater," says Dream. "It was a civilization of dolphins."

Hob trips over a crack in the road and just manages to catch himself. Dream stops by his side, watching him with some concern, like he worries Hob might break himself in his clumsiness.

"The way the world looks to you must be insane," Hob says, staring at Dream.

Dream's lips tip up in the faintest smile. "Human perspective is narrow."

"Clearly. I wish I could see all your other forms. Must be amazing."

"You wish to see them?" Dream sounds surprised.

Hob scoffs. "Of course. But it's not sounding very possible."

Dream inclines his head in agreement.

Then a thought occurs. "Wait." And god, Hob has said a lot of stupid-sounding things in his life but this is about to be one of the worst. "If I pretend to be a cat, can I see your cat form?"

Dream can never answer a simple question directly, but apparently this absurd query is fine. "I suppose it is possible in theory for you to see it. But pretending is not enough. You would have to wholly assume the perspective of a cat. I do not know if it would be possible in practice."

Hob's never needed much more encouragement than that to try something. "Alright. Hold my coffee."

"I am already holding it," Dream points out.

"Hush. I'm being a cat."

How he's supposed to do that, Hob doesn't know. He paces back and forth before Dream, squinting in the sunlight. He looks at him from every angle. He tries to imagine what cats might dream of. Mice? Freedom? Sleeping in warm places? Their dreams must be feeling and instinct-driven, not intellectual.

Hob crouches down, looking up at Dream from as close to a cat's height as he can manage. Dream merely raises an eyebrow.

"Are you going to meow at me?" he asks mildly.

"Meow," Hob says, and Dream's mouth pops open in a round o of surprise that is one hundred percent worth the indignity of kneeling on a public street and meowing. "What do cats dream about, anyway?"

"World domination," Dream says solemnly.

"Haha," Hob says, but Dream doesn't take it back.

"Alright, I'm channeling megalomania," Hob tells him, shutting his eyes. "I'm channeling my inner despot."

"And an imposing one at that," Dream observes, looking down at him.

"Quiet, subject, can't you see I'm in the middle of ruling with an iron fist? Or paw?"

"I am quaking in my boots," Dream says. "Please, show mercy."

Hob squints back up at him. God, he's really trying, but it's hard. Cats live close to humans, but they are still so alien. Off in their own worlds, their own battles and hierarchies.

"Will it work if I lick you?" he asks. "Like how cats groom each other."

Dream blinks at him, once, twice, slowly, catlike, which he must be doing intentionally, because he's a bastard like that. "This is, as I believe you would say, getting odd."

Yeah, it is getting fucking odd.

"Perhaps you should try imagining my female form," Dream suggests, and if Hob weren't already on all fours on the sidewalk he'd have fallen over. "It is human, and may be easier."

"You have that?" Hob squeaks, scrambling back to his feet. "But I thought it was like, a species perspective thing? Do women just see you as a woman, then?" Then he shakes his head. "No, that's way too simplistic."

"Women can see me like this as well," Dream says. "Or however their culture dictates."

"So why would someone see you as one gender or another, then? Just a culture thing? Preference?"

"Why do some people see God as a woman?" Dream asks the air.

Hob groans. "You are impossible."

Dream smirks.

"Or maybe you just like being unknowable," Hob guesses.

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps. Yeah, perhaps. I'm sure." Hob cracks his knuckles. "Alright, my unknowable cosmic entity of a significant other, let's see if I can turn you into a woman."

Dream stares at him flatly, but Hob can see the slightest uptick at the corner of his mouth.

Hob still doesn't know what exact perspective he needs to see Dream as a woman. Maybe if he just believes really really hard he can make it happen. Force of will. It's how he'd always planned to make himself immortal, anyway, absent a fortunate encounter with one prickly dream entity.

He stops looking at Dream, and tries to look through Dream. Tries to imagine how it feels to see the true depths of his eyes, how the cosmos in them go straight to infinity. He tries to see around the way the light reflects off of and shapes Dream's form to the shape within, like a sculptor seeing the body in the marble before it's carved. Hob is no artist, but he tries.

And he knows Dream. He may not know all these angles on his form, but he knows Dream, the entity, the person. They have had a long friendship, Hob and the concept of dreaming.

And just like that, the perspective shifts. For a split second, Hob sees an infinity before him, the eternity of all existence condensed in all its brilliant, glowing facets--then his brain skids around it to avoid going mad, latches onto an angle, and slams back to earth.

Hob sways, rubs at his eyes, and then laughs hysterically. "Fuck!"

"Hob?" Dream sounds uncertain now. "Are you well?"

"I think I just glimpsed cosmic knowledge never meant for my mortal eyes, or whatever," Hob tells him, somewhat maniacally. His ears are kind of ringing, eyes swimming in the afterimages of a very bright light. "You're incredible, do you know that?"

"As you judge," Dream says.

Hob finally drops his hands from his eyes.

And immediately slaps them over his mouth, letting out a sound so high-pitched and manic he hadn't thought his vocal cords could manage it. "Holy shit."

Dream frowns. "Are you well?" he asks again. "Perhaps I should not have allowed--"

"I fucking did it," Hob whispers, mostly to himself. "Oh my God. You're a woman. I think? You look like one. I guess?"

Dream looks down at himself. Hob wonders what he sees--does he see what Hob sees? Or does he see the incomprehensible mass of everything that he truly is under the human trappings?

"Ah," he says, and presses a single fingertip to one of the breasts that he now has, prodding it curiously. "It appears that I am."

Okay, so he can see what Hob sees. Good to know.

"Yup," Hob says. He can't seem to steady himself whatsoever. "Yup, yup. You are."

"Impressive, Hob," Dream remarks, looking up at him again with a smirk. His jaw is narrower now, his lips plusher, but God, it's that same fucking smirk that drives Hob insane.

Hob wonders if Dream's female form is also bound by some limitations on appearance the way his usual form is. He hopes so, because it if turns out he managed to manifest Dream's tits to fit his own subconscious desires, he might just have to choose Death at last.

Hob still has his hands over his mouth. He makes himself drop them.

Dream frowns at his silence. "Are you not pleased?"

"I'm very shellshocked and reorienting my view of the universe," Hob tells him. "Also, you're very beautiful and it's just a lot all around."

That smirk again. Whatever minor amount of immunity Hob has developed over the centuries is obliterated by the new shape of him. "Ah."

"Ah," Hob echoes. "Can I kiss you?"

"You may."

Hob does so with his usual enthusiasm, perhaps more, as he does so love novelty. Dream tastes much the same, feels much the same to his hands, and yet not, like Hob's different perspective on him has altered the angle of his touch. Hob runs his hands indulgently over the softer curves of him, settling them on Dream's waist.

"Dear heart," he murmurs into Dream's mouth. "Most beautiful thing."

Dream makes a soft sound and rests his face against Hob's.

They stay there for a long moment, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. Then Dream asks, "Would you have still kissed me if I was a cat?"

"On your little furry head, yes," Hob says, and pecks his cheek. "I thought you were a cat."

"I am," Dream says.

Hob groans. "Enough, I'm getting confused again. Let's stop with the metaphysics and go home and do something less headache-inducing."

"Like playing with the new toy you've found yourself?" Dream asks, raising an eyebrow, but obligingly lets Hob wrap an arm around his waist and tug him along down the sidewalk.

"Pretty much!" Hob agrees. "If you're amenable."

"I suppose I can bear it," Dream says solemnly, as though being kissed and coddled and worshiped is the greatest hardship of his eons-long existence.

Then he says, quietly, "You are singular, to perceive me thus."

"As..." Hob looks at him as they walk, looks at the elegant cut of Dream's cheekbone and the sweep of his eyelashes, the longer fall of his hair. "You mean, in more than one... facet?"

Dream nods. "You... see me. The truth of me. And still, you look upon me kindly."

"What other way is there to look at the one you've loved your whole life?" Hob asks, throat tight.

Dream leans into his side, and Hob presses a kiss to his temple, holding there for several steps. And he continues to hold him close as they go on, keeps his unfathomable boundless entity within the circle of his arms, where he can keep on fathoming him.

#really a toss up what's making hob lose his mind more. the eldritch vision of dreaming as a concept? or dream's tits?#listen he's a simple man #a simple and very bisexual man #dreamling #dreamling fic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 months

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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 2)

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GIF: Originally posted by @harleytudinous

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Threat. Dream manipulation. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Plot related cigarette use. Dubious consent.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: So I know I initially billed this as a two shot but the story has run away with me in the most lovely way. Part 3 will be coming soon. Thank you for all your kind responses to part 1, it honestly means so much to me. Hope you enjoy this one too. All my love, Saskia xx

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The veil of sleep comes down upon your weary body with a feather-light touch, trying to coax your mind back into the world of dreams.

Dreamscapes have been a whole new experience for you in the past month of your life. Before, you would wake with no recollection of what had played out. Not even the slightest inkling. Now, you remember everything.

They are staggering; bursting with details and ideas beyond your most outlandish daytime imaginings. The emotions that are conjured by them, both when asleep and also awake are just as bold.

And even though it's been 23 nights since it started you are still finding them predominantly jarring and disorientating. You are baffled by how other people cope with the sheer vividness. The unpredictability. Maybe they have become desensitised. You can only hope that the same will happen for you in time.

One thing you tell yourself with each sunrise:

Thank goodness they weren't nightmares.

At least, you don't think they are. There's no resemblance between yours and what you have heard others describe over the years, nor to those outlined in a dream decoding book you had checked out of the library last week. There's no obvious threat or fear. No re-living of traumatic events. Just weird subtext.

The first dream found you standing barefoot on a beach. A mirage distorted the particulars of the scene making it impossible to see further than half a meter in front of you. The temperature of the sand under your soles was verging on painful and as such, it forced you to walk into the unknown before you.

A groaning wind started to brew and lifted the sand into sparkling flurries. You shielded your eyes from the abrasive particles.

The sun was at its apex when you heard the ear splitting bangs. Unmistakably gun shots; you didn't last much longer in the dream and woke with a start.

For the next week, your dreams had been like a series of video clips edited into a supercut.

Raven wings. Black cats. Hellfire. Ruby red glow. Sprawling library shelves. Landscapes hewn by earthquake fissures. Hotel corridors. A handsome, blond haired man wearing sunglasses, holding a blood covered knife.

If you didn't know any better, you would begin to suspect that your new box of tea bags had been laced with a psychedelic. Alas, no. Your hypothesis was unequivocally disproved when you friends had been completely unaffected after stopping by for a Sunday afternoon catch up.

This quick fire of snapshots eventually stopped, transforming into lucid long form dreams. You often think back to the first one where it happened.

Standing in the the empty room, and the appearance of the figure dressed in black. The colour that had flashed in their midnight eyes had the quality of liquid silver. Sometimes you wonder if you see the same image in other dreams, standing in amongst a crowd.

From that point on, regardless of what dream you are in, you cannot shake the intuitive prickle down your spine that tells you someone is watching you.

You reason that it is nothing to be concerned about. Humans dream, and you cannot deny that some of them - swimming in a sea of clouds, re-visiting childhood haunts, trying out superpowers - have been quite fun.

You roll over on to your left side and close your eyes.

You dream.

The room you see is expansive in breadth and depth. Impressive windows bring brilliant light into the space which bounces off the ivory stone of the floors and walls. There are statues positioned at equidistant intervals, implying that the chamber is a gallery of sorts.

One effigy, fashioned from bronze, and rich in colour draws your attention. The lines and curves of its form intrigue you, despite not knowing the creature it was portraying.

You are about to move on when the feeling of being watched sparks through your skeleton.

Everything changes.

Clarity gives way to haze. Sun is swapped for moon.

You see a man across the room. He stands with a perfect posture. Graceful, powerful. His elbows are bent, fingers interlaced, palms facing upwards. Sheer black fabric floats around his frame. It moves languidly, giving glimpses of his bare body beneath.

The man's face is imperceptible. The distance between you too great but somehow you know you are the focus of his attention.

His robes fall to the floor with a gossamer sigh. The pale, unmarked skin of his slight form glows beautifully in the moonlight. You look down in embarrassment as arousal flushes through you, and you see that you are suddenly as naked as he is.

You gasp, and snap your gaze back up.

The sight you see is rather unexpected. The man is intimately touching himself.

You feel compelled to mirror him. You immediately reach between your legs. The man groans as you make contact.

All it takes is a little bit of attention on your clit before you are ready to slide two fingers into your core. The noise you make at the feeling of the stretch is salacious. The man echoes you with a sound that is just as dirty.

It spurs you on and you burrow deeper.

You curl your fingers until your legs are weak and quivering. You long to sink to your knees so you can finish in a more comfortable position yet you can't. An invisible force is preventing you.

It keeps you on display.

Just like the statues to your left.

You wonder if it is for the man's benefit.

You try to focus on him but it is impossible to do so through the trembling glaze over your eyes. All you are able to sense from him now is the sound of the rhythmic pump of his palm around his cock and his panting breaths.

Desperate whines escape your lips. You are teetering on the edge of an orgasm but you can't seem to lose your balance and fall into the abyss. The unsteadiness in your legs is too much of a distraction. You rub at your clit again in the hope that it will bring the satisfaction you need.

It does nothing.

You are so frustrated by your body's disobedience that it is almost painful.

"Please. Please. Please," you mutter under your breath.

A voice suddenly speaks next to you ear. A velvet voice with the timbre of a thunder rumble. It pours like a soothing syrup into your brain and commands you to do exactly as it bids.

"Let go."

You climax intensely, crying out in relief, squirting all over your fingers and onto your hand as you legs finally give way.

The fall jolts you back into consciousness and you wake with a barely contained scream of pleasure in your throat and adrenaline lighting up your nervous system.

Daylight is peeking through a little gap in the curtains. You take a deep, grounding breath.

That was obscene.

The context, the actions, the sounds. That sultry voice at the end. From the throbbing in your vulva and the twitching of your legs it seems like you didn't just finish in the dream.

There is really no point in looking it up in the dream decoding book.

You were clearly horny on a subconscious level. Or craving attention, hence the exhibitionist behaviour. The latter is not usually in your nature to seek out but if it is the reason, you might not have to wait long before the desire is fulfilled. There is a work event happening this evening that may require you to accept an award and address the crowd.

You love this time of year where community projects get recognition; a nomination alone is a sure-fire way of garnering publicity which in turn helps the charity's outreach.

But first, a normal day at the office. You throw back the covers and go straight to the bathroom to rinse off the evidence of your wet dream.

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Your right hand connects with the metal push plate of the function space's front door. The heels of your boots click and clack as you cross the threshold, moving from floor board to paving slab.

It's fortuitous that you brought a long, thick coat with you this evening for the wind is wintery and unforgiving. You stay close to the wall of the building to try and shelter from it as much as possible.

The pavements are slick with recent precipitation, streetlamps bouncing off of the water with caustic white light.

Then you see him; a figure cut from shadow.

He's breathing in such a laboured way that you wonder if he is sick.

Your phone is still inside the venue, currently being guarded by a colleague along with your bag but it wouldn't take long to retrieve it and call for medical assistance.

"You okay?" Concern colours the simple question.

His reply comes quickly and assertively, "I am well, thank you."

You nod, not entirely convinced for the stranger's response was as stiff as his posture, and reach inside the pocket of your coat for the box of cigarettes and lighter stashed within.

You settle one of the sticks between your lips and use your thumb to bring forth a flame. The crackle of smouldering paper and tobacco perforates the damp air and you take a needy drag. The nicotine taints and tantalises in equal measure, filling you with guilt and relief. You've been trying to give up but the little voice inside your head had won this evening. You close your eyes and focus on the pleasure it brings before flicking some ash into the tray mounted to the wall.

Your attention now back on your surroundings, the stranger steps into the scope of the streetlight. The angles of his cheekbones, jaw and nose are accentuated to an incredible extent in the gleam. His dark hair is being buffeted about the wind, locks of it very close to falling in the blue eyes that are unwaveringly trained on you. He begins to talk again, showcasing his deep baritone.

"I'm afraid I wasn't entirely honest with you just now. It is not how I envisaged our first interaction transpiring. I hope that you can forgive me for my deception."

You laugh nervously and take another quick drag. "It makes no difference if you're honest with me or not. I don't know you."

"You are correct. You don't know me. Not yet -"

"Oh," you cut in quickly. "I'm not looking for a hook up."

While you cannot deny that he is arrestingly beautiful, you are technically working and have never been one for one-night stands.

"You mistake my meaning. I have been searching for you for so long. I oftentimes doubted your existence however I was wrong and I find myself humbled to be in your presence at last."

The grandiose declaration is one of the stranger things you have heard in your life and you used to deal with drunken patrons when you worked at a university bar. Maybe he was intoxicated; it would explain a lot.

"Look, this might work on other people but I just came out here to have a cigarette -"

It is his turn to interrupt you now. "You will have no need of those going forward. Your addiction to them will be replaced by me."

"Excuse me?"

You are trying to sound incredulous, however, inside you are rather frightened by the turn the conversation has taken. His gaze is not helping either.

The crystalline eyes are embodying every part of the descriptor; a hard, chill inducing blue. Ash drops from the smouldering cigarette as a tremble of fear rattles through you. The man sees this and the ice suddenly melts to a warmer hue.

His tone turns soft and gentle. "We are supposed to be together. Our union is fated."

He's staring at you expectantly even after your two attempts at rejection. You swiftly stub out the part-finished cigarette and take ownership in ending the interaction.

"I've had enough of this. I'm going back inside now. If you try and follow me, I will speak to the venue's management. If you are still here when I leave later, I will call the police."

You turn towards the door.

He calls your name. Your full name. Middle name too.

Despite your brain chanting at you to go inside, you can't stop yourself from looking back at him. "H-how do you know my full name?"

The profound rumble of his voice resonates deep in your ears. "I know everything about you, Y/N."

He's right in front of you now. His posture is bordering between desperate and predatory. Like he can't quite decide if he is seeking comfort from you, or if he wants to consume you.

You are fumbling behind you to find the door handle. "Please get away from me," you say hoarsely.

He reaches for your hand.

You jump back and struggle to get out of his grip but his strength is inhumanly strong. His skin of his palm is glacial against yours and yet somehow, the touch makes heat snake up your arm and settle in your chest.

You become aware of an internal feeling that you've always had, like that of chapped lips. Low level but something that constantly nags. Something that existed every minute of your life until the moment he touched you.

You grip his hand and look up at his face in astonishment.

"Good. That's it. Look into my eyes. See what you know is there."

You do as he says, totally stunned by the depths that seem to reside within them. It's as if there are universes suspended inside. Maybe there are. Perhaps you could float among the celestial bodies if you asked him to show you how.

You feel so alive and overstimulated that you welcome the delirious thoughts taking over your mind.

You welcome him.

It's like there is a cord connected between your heart and his that is shortening in length. The intensity scares you.

You obey, feet moving of their own accord and then you are standing before him, just centimetres apart.

"Give into the pull," he urges darkly, sensing your anxiety.

He smiles triumphantly and presses you flush against his body.

His free hand comes up to cup your jaw, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. More heat sears through you from the additional skin-on-skin contact.

Your peripheral vision closes tighter and tighter with every passing moment. The outside world is gone.

He leans in further and you wonder hazily if he is going to kiss you or break your neck. Both options are equally viable given the behaviour he has exhibited. You keep staring at him regardless.

His irises flash silver as he intones his next sentence. "Y/N, I claim you as my soulmate."

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"Am I your dream girl? You think of me in bed. But you could never hold me. You like me better in your head."

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azlrse · 1 year

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a/n: goddamn this account's dead asf but an imagine would revive this place chdhfh

cw: fluff w/ a bit of angst, au not tied in the og! storyline, ooc characters, mc didn't attended the exchange program

Imagine an AU where the reader doesn't go to RAD (not even in the Devildom) but instead, they met one of the brothers while that specific bother went on an errand in the human world. To set the scene, you accidentally dropped something that valuable and then that brother finally catches up to you, returning the said item to you. At first, each of the brothers weren't too fond of you since 1.) You are a powerless human, duh and 2.) You are a bit of a clutz and almost lost that one item that's valuable to you but as time went by, the more you met him, had some kind of small talk to him and by God's love, the shared interest you two shared (for ex: Lucifer's being old records/music, Satan's being cats, etc.), you two became friends and met each other often at the same park you dropped that item months ago.

Fast forward to 2 years and the two of you fell for each other, especially that brother who often came to the human world just to visit you. You and that brother were now dating and he's now open about his life, about his siblings and his fake occupation. Out of all the things he told you in his life, he will always kept that one secret he prays you'll never find out.

Is the fact that he's not a human but a powerful demon that's residing in the Devildom, not to mention as one of the avatars of sins. He didn't want to scare you and this man loves you so much to the point that he is willing to keep such secret in order to protect you.

And the fact that his other siblings are beginning to be suspicious about their brother visiting the human world so often that they began to follow him and eventually meeting you for the first time. Despite you being a human, they know that deep within their hearts that you are a kindhearted person that makes their brother very happy and accepted you when the two of you are now proposed.

Now, 5 years has passed and the two of you are now very happy and married.

Until that specific day wherein your husband's acting very strange lately to the point that you became worried about his health, even offering him to go to the hospital but he refused. Hell, even those late nights he came back as a red light shines through the window of your shared bedroom. You became paranoid, thinking that he might be seeing someone else and leaving you or something or someone is watching you and your husband in your quaint and quiet life in the suburbs.

But it looks like it was different.

Because the moment you came home from your errands in the supermarket, you screamed in horror at the appearance of your husband–horns on his head and wings/tail appeared on his body. Your husband forgot to change back by the time he got home and began to chase after you in an attempt to comfort you, saying that he won't hurt you. You lock yourself in the bathroom and began sobbing hysterically, yelling at the demon that he's an impersonation of your beloved husband, a monster and a human's worse nightmare.

He didn't force his way into the locked bathroom. Instead, he sat down by the door and reassures you that he's the same person you truly loved for all these years, the same man that gave you that item that almost got lost and the same man you befriended and get to know. He knows that you still don't trust him because all the secrets he kept from you, hell even his own siblings were demons and he didn't want his worse fear to happen right in front of him–leaving you for another person because this man loves you very very much.

After an hour of the ordeal, you emerged from the door and sees him on the floor, still sitting as to prevent you from being scared again. He, still on his demon form, opens his arms and hugs you very tightly as he apologizes profusely for keeping such secret Even though the two of you are in good terms, you are still wary of your husband, even if he's on his human form but it's okay. As long as you warm up to him being a demon and doesn't harm you, he is finally contented with you on his arms.

Not until you begin to constantly bug him about seeing his wings/tail excitedly but who are you to blame about admiring the appearance of your husband <33

[please credit/tag me when you compose a fic/drabble with this imagine!]

#❥ azalea daydreams *.✧#obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me imagine #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x you

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dyns33 · 10 months

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Feeling rainy

Another Dream x female reader

“Honey, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."

"I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."

"Matthew. Leave us."

"Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."

It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.

The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.

His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.

Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.

Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.

Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.

And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.

"Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.

"I don't wish to talk about it, love."

"Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."

"... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."

"Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"

"... Maybe."

The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.

It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.

"She has to cuddle him all the time."

"Hush."

"Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."

"Get out of my library."

All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.

Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.

Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.

Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.

Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.

The Corinthian had a different opinion.

"You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.

"What do you mean, like him ?"

"You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."

Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.

After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.

So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.

It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.

So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.

Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.

While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.

"My love, you seem distant."

"Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.

"... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"

"No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"

"I never laugh."

"Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"

"... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."

Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable, wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.

Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.

"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.

There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.

Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.

Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.

"I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."

"Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"

"Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"

"Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.

"I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."

"Matthew."

"He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.

The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.

For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.

"... This is a terrible misunderstanding."

"Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"

Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.

It was raining.

Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.

Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.

"I hope so."

"In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."

"I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.

"You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."

Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

"I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."

"Dream..."

"You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."

"I know."

"You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."

"I get it, I..."

"And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"

So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.

He laughed.

And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.

"My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."

"Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."

"Very well."

"And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."

"Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."

"Matthew. Leave us."

"Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."

Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.

#The Sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction

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zyinn-corner · 5 months

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I have procrastinated this long enough that I should just post it

Demon Molly, Cat witch Caleb, and Vampire Essek! Below is just some setting/ story that was brewing in my mind while I was drawing this. If you want to read it, beware of grammar mistakes that I have probably made. I'm not that good with language/writing and it's kinda long?

Cat witch Caleb who lost his memories of quite a large chunk of his life and for some reason that he can't remember, can't hide his cat ears and tail to have his full human form back. Which he knows instinctively that he should be able to do. He has been living a quiet and kind of isolated life with his cat familiar in a forest under the protection of vampire Essek. One day a lost demon, Molly, somehow gets past the protective barrier that Essek has set around Caleb's area to hide and protect Caleb from people who appear in Caleb's nightmares who might be real, who will want to hunt Caleb down and hurt him. Caleb can't seem to retain the memories of the appearances of those people who appeared in his nightmares. Molly asks Caleb's help to find a specific rare flower for his best friend and to help lead him out of the thick forest. After some convincing and promise that he will protect Caleb and his cat, Caleb agrees.

Caleb hasn't really spent any time with a demon before (or if he had, he can't remember) and Molly who is not careful enough (is he really though? Or does he do this on purpose?) accidentally entered into a pact with each other. Essek, who had a verbal pact with Caleb, is not that pleased about the situation. He stays by Caleb's side more often now, being protective because he is worried and he doesn't trust this demon that comes from nowhere, yet. Essek knows that Molly is hiding something. Caleb and Essek have been pining for each other for a while now. After spending some time with Molly, Caleb realizes he is starting to fall for Molly too. Molly who had loved Caleb before Caleb even realized it, has a talk with Essek, and they both agree that they can share Caleb, as long as Caleb is happy with the arrangement. So yeah, Caleb has two purple boyfriends here! :D

If you are wondering, Molly did know Caleb during the years that Caleb lost. He tried to save Caleb and sort of half succeeded? He did manage to get Caleb out of the bad situation but also lost him in the process. He had been trying to search for Caleb for quite some time now without much hope. The last time he saw Caleb before they were separated, Caleb was on the cusp of death. I imagine Caleb was in the care of Essek for at least 4 or 5 years before Molly stumbled upon Caleb again.

Molly is hesitant to bring up the past after learning Caleb doesn't recognize him and also doesn't remember what happened during those years. He is not one that likes to bring up the past anyway.

The only reason Molly manages to get past the barrier without having to force his way in is because subconsciously, Caleb still trusts Molly. Essek had set up the barrier so that only people that Essek or Caleb trusted could get through it without problems.

Also, do I tag this as shadowidomauk when technically it's widomauk and shadowgast? Essek and Molly are not really in a romantic relationship with each other here.

#mollymauk tealeaf #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #widomauk #shadowgast #critical role #critical role fanart #critrole #critical role art #zyinn art

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ghoulisheous · 1 year

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What. What if. And this is partly as an explanation for the little baby man Danny au. What if when Danny gets summoned the form he takes changes in relation to the size of the summoning circle? Like, a big enough summoning circle would have Danny showing up as this giant horrifying eldritch being with too many eyes. But a small enough summoning circle would have Danny popping up in a tiny little sprite form. Make it the right size and you get a fairly normal looking teen. As normal as a glow in the dark ghost teen can look anyway.

Oh, but then imagine Danny gets stuck in the form he's summoned in until Sam and Tucker or Jazz or someone can summon him again and fix it. He looks normal in human form, but once he goes ghost he reverts back to whatever he looked like the last time he went ghost.

So imagine he gets summoned by cultists in Gotham. They were expecting to summon Pariah Dark and drew out the summoning circle to account for an absolute Behemoth. And now, after absolutely terrifying the pants off the cultists and making them regret ever being born or ever coming to the conclusion summoning the Ghost King was a good idea--

Then he's stuck in Gotham. As a Behemoth. And the absolute last thing he wants is to get the attention of the bats looking like he does. Too many eyes. Jaw that will unhinge too wide if he's not careful. Second set of teeth like an eel. That's not fun. That doesn't look harmless. And he'll keep his ghost tail for the moment because--no, just no. FAR too many limbs. And his vocal chords are all kinds of wrong so he can only speak garbled, static Ghost Speak. And yeah, he can change forms to look like average, every day human Fenton who passes easily without any suspicion. But of course things can't always go his way. So he ends up having to go ghost again at some point while he's in Gotham

But then we'll have to shove the flip side of that into this too. And the bats or Justice League (idk) ends up in a situation where they need to summon the Ghost King, to everyone's hesitation. They're expecting a thing of nightmares. And maybe to make this a little more believable, the summon circle doesn't have to be exactly proportionate to Sprite!Danny to summon Sprite!Danny. Just small enough to trigger that form instead. So it's not like the bats drew it out a foot in diameter.

And of course, whatever bat (probably Dick) had run into Danny the first time had been talking up how horrifying the Ghost King was. And how they weren't even completely sure they could trust him because- "I can't stress this enough Bruce. He was terrifying! I thought he was gonna smite me or something! Or eat me! Whatever he was in the mood for!"

And then they draw out the summoning circle just small enough and little baby man sprite Danny, the size of a cat, pops up and

"I mean.. I could believe he bites but.. Dick, come on man."

"That's... but."

"Hey, elder god, you in the mood to smite someone?"

Danny is absolutely in a mood to smite someone. He just.. needs a redo on the summoning

#danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc #ghost king au #little baby man au #anyway. just danny causing chaos and confusion wherever he goes

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ifearzombies · 1 year

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Things The Brothers Do That Make You Fall For Them All Over Again

Lucifer:

- When he shows his brothers how much he loves them. Paying a bill for Mammon, buying a game for Levi, a book for Satan, makeup for Asmo, burgers for Beel, or a new pillow for Belphie. Just little things that shows how much they mean to him. - Whenever he lets out a genuine laugh. It’s rare and magical to hear. - When he lets himself be vulnerable to you. Be it sleeping with you nearby or him showing you his emotions that he normally hides from everyone.

Mammon:

- Whenever after he tries to pretend he doesn’t care and his facade cracks more easily than an egg and he admits he needs you. - When you see how good he is with children. He’d deny it to the ends of the Earth, but whenever Satan curses himself to be a child (again), or he interacts with children in the human world, he’s always kind and playful and brings them joy. - Whenever he does that growl. You think he’s caught on that you like it because he’ll growl when he can around you.

Leviathan:

- When he’s curled up in his bathtub sleeping. Even better if he’s in demon form and you can see him cutely hugging his tail. - When his face lights up in utter joy at whatever new collectable he got. - When he talks to Henry 2.0. You can hear it sometimes from the hall or Mammon’s room and several times it’s about how happy he is to have you has a friend and lover.

Satan:

- When he’s playing with the most recent cat he’s added to his growing collection that he keeps hidden from Lucifer. His eyes are so peaceful and calm and just beautiful. - When he shows Lucifer that he actually does care. It’s few and far between, but the way he sheepishly tells Lucifer anything kind fills your heart with warmth. - When you’re going into his room and he instantly tries to make a path to the bed and space on the bed. He loves those books and he moves them because he loves you more and you can’t help but feel special and love him more.

Asmodeus:

- When he tells someone else they’re beautiful and makes their day. He does this a lot, truthfully. But you know that people have so many insecurities and he removes a little bit of that pain. It makes him more beautiful. - When he’s painting everyone’s nails. It’s a small thing that shows he wants to spend time and show his brothers how much they mean to him. - When he gets protective. Asmo doesn’t get aggressive often, but seeing the strong side of him being used to keep you safe makes you feel like royalty.

Beelzebub:

- When his eyes light up when he’s eating. They’re a sparkling violet and are captivating. - When he carries you. It reminds you that even with his strength, you are so precious to him that he carries you like you’re made of glass. - When he offers to share his food. With how much he eats, parting with any food is a sign of love from him and he always offers to share.

Belphegor:

- When he goes into your dreams to chase away nightmares. Life is hard and besides anything that happened in the Devildom, you still have bad dreams. And Belphie chasing them away fills your heart with joy the next morning - Whenever he sings to you. His voice is so light and pretty and while it does put you to sleep, you also feel how much he loves you when he does it. - When he is looking at the stars. It’s one of the few times he smiles and you feel blessed to bear witness to those moments.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphagor

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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Hi :D Did you see the latest episode? Morpheus as a cat was amazing! Could you write something about Morpheus interacting as a cat with human reader and / or behaving like a cat, with reader teasing him and enjoying every second of it? Thanks :)

Lord Meowpheus

WC: 2,5 k (I was inspired and had no chill) AO3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: Morpheus as a cat, established relationship, a literal cat-and-mouse game, a little spicy at the end.

Dear anon, thanks for your request, this was a blast! I hope you all enjoy.

If you've enjoyed this story, check out this prompt, this story, or the sequel.

In the Dreaming, you’ve seen wonderous creatures, enjoying how the limits of your fantasy are pushed every time you explore. Your highlight is still Cain and Abel’s baby gargoyle.

You should visit them, you muse idly as you pass through the main hall of the palace, almost missing the patch of black at the edge of your field of vision.

You turn around to see a black cat stroll around, and you tilt your head in confusion. It would make sense that the Dreaming is also home to animals, but seeing a cat just walk through the heart of the palace still surprises you.

“Hey there,” you call out softly, dropping to your knees and extending a hand. The cat turns around and you realize that it might belong in the Dreaming after all. Its eyes are gleaming gold, and as it slowly approaches, you notice that it might be bigger than usual cats.

The cat carefully nudges its head against your palm, and you marvel at the soft fur as you gently rub the right spot underneath the chin. As you continue, the cat starts to purr, a low noise that puts a smile on your face.

Far too soon, it takes a step back and you leave it be, knowing that a cat can’t be forced into something while hoping that you will see it again.

You’re quite certain that people would shake their head in disbelief if they saw you spend your time in your room inside the palace instead of pushing the boundaries of the realm, riding a unicorn, swimming through a rainbow-colored sea, or at least having a date with Morpheus.

But the King of dreams is busy, and you would never keep him from his duties. So you rest on your canopy bed, knowing from experience that one can sleep in a dream.

The door is slowly pushed open, and you sit up, expecting Morpheus or Lucienne to enter. Instead, it’s the black cat, meowling once before jumping on the bed.

“Nice to see you too,” you say, waiting for the cat to approach you. It bumps its head against your hand, sprawled on the blanket, and you raise it to stroke the soft fur. Like before, it immediately starts purring. You’re living the dream as a cat whisperer.

“That’s kind of you to keep me company,” you say, looking into the deep, mesmerizing gold of its eyes. The cat lies down on your lap, and you let out a surprised giggle before continuing to drag your fingers of its head and back.

The comfortable weight of the cat on your lap and the soft purring start to lull you into sleep, and you wonder if the cat would be offended if you go for a nap. You scratch it behind the ears, letting out a yawn when suddenly the weight shifts, becoming much heavier.

Looking down, you stare into the half-lidded eyes of Morpheus, his head resting on your lap where the cat used to be, your fingers gliding through the silky strands of his hair.

You gasp loudly, willing your body to remain seated instead of jumping up.

“Don’t stop,” Morpheus demands, and you raise one eyebrow at him. You know a secret, a very important secret. Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, king of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realm, likes physical affection.

You continue, catching a mischievous glint in his eternal blue eyes as he reaches out to link your free hand with his.

“I didn’t know you could be a cat,” you wonder aloud.

“I can take on many forms,” he explains, letting out a pleased hum as your thumb trails over the shell of his ear.

“I assume you can appear as a cat because cats dream too?” you ask, and you feel him nod.

“Animals dream too, and I visit and cross through their dreams.”

“Lord Meowpheus, ruler over cats and dreams,” you announce, keeping a stoic mine for one second before cracking, your head tilting down as you laugh. Morpheus now raises one eyebrow at you, giving you one of his small, precious smiles.

In one fluid move, he arises, all feline grace and reminding you of the former form, while pulling you upright with him.

“Now, let us walk through your dream.”

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You keep on hoping that you would see Meowpheus – you adore that name – again, but it would be odd and weird to ask the ruler of the Dreaming to be a cat for you.

Maybe you can motivate him somehow. You have half a plan as you walk to Abel and Cain’s cottage. Abel once told you in private that your visits always put Cain in a good mood, resulting in quick and painless deaths for Abel. It had really hammered in the fact that these were biblical figures, the first murderer and the first victim.

“Here to visit us and Goldie?” Cain greets you and you nod. Goldie flies towards you, croaking as it circles around you once before landing in front of you.

“You’ve grown since my last visit!” you exclaim, earning yourself a loud croak. You drop into the soft grass and let your fingers glide over the scaly skin of his head.

“Aren’t you the most adorable?” you coo loudly, hoping that somebody else in this realm hears these words.

“Goldie is our pride and joy,” Abel says, nervously glancing at his brother. You can’t imagine what it must be like to be killed by your own brother for all eternity. You once asked Morpheus if there wasn’t a way to make their lives better. There isn’t.

You don’t see him coming, but you notice how Cain and Abel’s expressions change as they start bowing.

“My Lord, what a surprise and honor to see you here,” Cain says. You’re still busy with Goldie, the little gargoyle rubbing its head against your hand.

“I have found who I am looking for,” he says, and with one last boop on its nose, you stand up. If Morpheus were Meowpheus right now, his tail would be swishing right and left. You remember your friend Sam complaining that she thinks that Mina, her Maine Coon, is destroying furniture on purpose if she doesn’t get enough attention. The picture of Morpheus breaking one of the pots around here is so hilarious that you must bite your lip to stop the giggle trying to escape your lips.

You say goodbye to Cain, Abel and Goldie and let Morpheus guide you away.

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You find yourself back inside the confines of your own dream, close to a lush forest. As you turn to marvel at the emerald leaves, you notice the black cat standing next to you.

“Lord Meowpheus, what an honor,” you bow dramatically, and you find out that even in this form, Morpheus can still roll his eyes at you.

“Is this not what you wanted?” You startle after hearing Morpheus’ voice inside your head.

“Relax, my love.” Meowpheus presses himself against your legs, and you take a deep breath. “I am simply communicating with you.”

“Of course. Stupid of me.” This is still Morpheus. You card a hand through your hair before sitting down. You hope that the Dreaming never stops surprising you. “What do you want to do?”

“I would like a chase. I haven’t had one in this form in a while,” Morpheus answers, stretching and dragging his claws over the ground.

“I don’t envy the mice here,” you joke. Sam keeps on complaining about the dead or half-alive presents Mina leaves at her doorstep. Cats are still predators.

“I would only pursue one particular mouse.” His golden gaze seems to pierce you, and the penny drops.

“Can I even be a mouse?” you ask, before mentally face-palming yourself. It’s the Dreaming, it’s your dream; anything is possible.

“Do you want to find out?” The question hangs in the air as an exhilarating mix of excitement, curiosity and a little fear rushes through you. You know that you’re perfectly safe, that Morpheus would never put you in harm’s way. But are you ready to be chased by him?

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can chicken out. “Yes.” This time you say in with determination, and Morpheus gives you a small nod.

“Close your eyes.”

After you open your eyes again, the world has changed and has become much bigger.

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Being a mouse isn’t that difficult. You’re relieved that you still can see all the colors, and the tail is less of a problem than anticipated. Moving around on four is even fun. The only real issue is that everything is so big and far away.

You’re running around under the watchful gaze of Morpheus. He’s lying down, his head resting on top of his paws. Unfortunately, just like the rest of the world, he’s big, a large, frightening menace for a small mouse like you. He doesn’t even need to stand to loom over you. As if he needs another advantage.

“Ready?” you ask in your mind, knowing that he will hear you. He stands up, suddenly baring his teeth at you and you let out a very mouse-like squeak before realizing that he’s smiling at you.

It has been decided that you will get a head start to level the playing field. You want to head straight for the forest, hoping that there will be plenty of trees and boscage to hide. If Morpheus can’t reach you, he won’t catch you.

“My love, run.” His low command makes adrenaline rush through you, and your little body brings you into the forest. You don’t want to stop to see if Morpheus has started chasing you, but the ignorance will drive you insane. Your tiny feet carry you over grass, leaves, mud, and soil as you run past flowers and hedges. You wish you could enjoy the view, but there’s a big cat chasing you, catching up on you sooner rather than later.

The rustling of leaves to your left catches your attention and you see a big shadow before you know that your time is up. You race towards the narrow, exposed roots of the tree closest to you, hoping that Morpheus can’t follow.

Your little heart is beating like a drum as you find yourself underground, standing on dry leaves, and you watch a pair of golden eyes narrow.

“Let us continue,” Morpheus asks, his voice a deep purr inside your mind, and you make one small step towards the exit before stopping.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” you reply, your voice on the edge of taunting and teasing. You stick your tiny tongue at him, only for Morpheus to let out a terrifying growl.

“Come out now and I shall give you chance.” He leaves and if you could sigh as a mouse, you would. While you’re safe here, it’s also boring, and you don’t want to take your chances as a mouse with Morpheus as a disgruntled cat.

After checking if the coast is clear, you bolt away, not knowing that this is only the first of many times.

A few times, you managed to run for so long that you started hoping that you had shaken him off, only for Morpheus to reappear. The last time, he had even pounced on you, giving you a heart attack as you saved yourself in the last second by diving into a tree hole. You had taken a very long break in your hideout, with Morpheus taking an ever longer time to coax you out, using honeyed words and his wonderful voice.

Each time Morpheus would wait in front of your hideout, either lying in wait or moving around, but never letting you out of his sight.

You’ve been following a small steam of a river, grateful for some sort of orientation in this maze of green and brown. While you’re still not physically exhausted, you’re starting to become tired, but your pride and competitive spirit are keeping you from calling quits.

Listening for any treacherous noise, you keep your gaze focused straight ahead. You’re skipping over stones and jump onto dry ground. Maybe you’re running through some sort of ravine or dry riverbed?

Your stomach twists into knots as you realize that you are stuck, a large wall of stone blocking your path. There is no way you can climb or hide.

You pray that Morpheus is still far away as you turn around to run all the way back. A black cat approaches at a leisurely pace, and you squeak again.

“Well done, my love.” His praise should put your mind at ease, but it something about his controlled steps and the cold determination in his eyes that makes you want to bolt.

You’re backed into a corner, your tail pressed against the rigid stone. Morpheus has almost reached you. This is it, your last chance; you will try to run underneath his belly and between his paws, hoping that he doesn’t expect one last, desperate move.

You wait for the right moment before pushing yourself one last time. Suddenly, your movement is cut short, and you realize that a paw is weighing down on your tail, keeping you from escaping. At least it doesn’t hurt.

Morpheus is giving you another snarling smile as he lies down, his body trapping you against the wall.

His mouth is coming closer, and you are screaming internally that you’re not in danger, your mind reminding your body that despite being a mouse this close to a cat, you won’t end up as snack. A rough tongue glides over your cheek, connecting with your whiskers.

“This was terrifying and amazing. Next time, I’ll be the cat and you’ll be the mouse,” you think, making Morpheus chuckle and you melt inside at the sound.

“Close your eyes.” One moment later, you’re human again, and it feels so good. You’re still pressed against the wall, with Morpheus resting his head on top of yours.

“Do you know what a cat usually does with a caught mouse, after it played with it?” Morpheus asks, his lips now brushing over the shell of your ear. You can only shake your head, your knees suddenly wobbly as you inhale sharply.

“It devours it.” Before you can come up with a smart reply, you feel Morpheus press his body against yours, his lips brushing against yours, stealing the air you just inhaled. This is nothing like the soft kisses you usually share, but untamed and raw, with his tongue demanding entrance as his hands roam over you. You open your lips, letting him explore and taste you, grateful for the rough wall behind you as your hands rest on the back of his neck.

His lips leave yours and you gasp for air, only for Morpheus to trail a path across your jaw, down your neck, until they are resting on your pulse point. You’re clinging to him as you wait for him to go for the kill.

Nibbling at the soft flesh, he sucks until you know that it will leave a love bite, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Thank you, lord cat,” you say breathlessly, your body and mind serene and mushy at the same time.

“Thank you, dear mouse.”

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #sandman x reader #my writing #my sandman fics #lord meowpheus

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ivoncu · 8 months

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— 𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣...?

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿. mayoi ayase/reader , shu itsuki/reader (seperate)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. s/o got turned into a cat-person due to a failed science experiment w natsume, no pronouns used except for 'you', general mayoi behavior <– he talks abt wanting to keep you inside the walls for himself, shu is a tsundere :3

MAYOI AYASE.

He was looking for you too, anxiously wondering where you could've went to and was beyond surprised when he sees you suddenly appear behind him with cat ears and tails. You'd turn into a cat-hybrid?!

He thought that it was his fault because he was looking for you and apologized profusely because of it, but when you assured him it's not, he was even more confused.

Perhaps... It's because he's been acting so suspicious these past few days? Is that why you turned out like this...? Ah, he messed up again, please forgive him!

Once he calmed down, you explained that it was because of from a mistake a friend made, but he still couldn't wrap his head around how exactly could someone do that.

But you look especially cute and innocent with those cat ears and tail, it's not like you never looked any innocent or cuter before this whole thing, but he just couldn't help it! His mind was thinking of such impure things. He wishes he could keep you inside the walls for himself and cuddle with you!

He knows it's a disgusting thought and he apologizes profusely a thousand times, but he really can't help himself. Not only do you look so cute and innocent — and pettable too he couldn't refrain himself from petting your head.

He would apologize profusely for even daring to touch you with his filthy hands and was shocked to hear you telling him to pet you more. He's hesitant, he doesn't want to taint your purity as much as he already, but neither did he want to see you sad.

So he kept petting your head and got really flustered when he heard you purr, almost like a cat would.

After a while, he would get more comfortable and even start hugging you to bury his head into the crook of his neck as he mindlessly rambles about how cute you are it almost sounds like a confession or something.

He would do anything to help you to return back to your normal self, but you know... It's not that he doesn't want to, but he really hopes you won't return to your human self just yet. You are just too cute and he wants to coddle and kiss you just for a while you're this cute to him.

SHU ITSUKI.

He expects nothing, yet you always manage surprise him in the most mind boggling way possible... And from the way you suddenly appear on the footstep of his door looking like a sopping wet cat especially with your added cat-like features he just knew one thing; whatever happened, Natsume and his wizardry must've been the cause of this.

Yet he didn't want to accuse that kid of being the root of the problem yet. How did you even... Gain a sentient pair of cat ears and tails? Is this some sort of prank you're playing on him? If so, he's the least amused right now.

Or so he says — actually, he finds you really cute and the fact that you suddenly appeared on in front of his door one day as a cat-person...? It sounds like something out of his nightmare but he finds it extremely endearing.

Like in a way he would find a sopping wet cat in the middle of the street and take it home kind of way.

You never answered his question on how you gained cat-like features while also maintaining your human form, you just invited yourself into his apartment and made yourself home on his couch.

Normally, he would scold you for the lack of manners, but this time he didn't. You look a bit too cute for him to yell at (not that he will ever fully admit it), alas be just sighs and chooses to ignore you and went straight back to sewing his clothes.

He tries to ignore you, really, but sometimes his eyes would trail off to you and his heart would skip a beat a little. His body was telling him to pat your ear, but he was too prideful to do such thing. Never in a million years will he willingly pet your cat ears by his free will.

Then all of the sudden, you appeared out of nowhere and hugged him tightly from behind. He was shocked and flustered, but his heart beats even faster when you continued to rub your face against his shoulder blades.

How improper! Distracting him off his work because you wanted some hug? Couldn't you just wait for later? He's really about to scold you, but when you gently brought his hand to your head, he realized one thing: he is now never going to finish sewing that clothes by today even though he swore himself to.

All thoughts about his work were begrudgingly cast aside as he went on to ramble on how you should not do such thing anymore in the future while your head is rested on his lap and is being softly caressed by his hand. He especially likes to play with your cat ears.

This is the first and last time he'll indulge in your ridiculous behavior. Next time, if this happens again and you were to turn into some sort of cat-person, he will not let you in! Deal with this problem with that kid yourself.

He also notices you've grown to develop habits almost a kin to a cat due to your little scientific mishap. He won't hesitate to spray you with water if you knock anything off where it should be even if he's spoiling you rotten with his affection, so don't test him. (threat)

And even if he thinks you are annoying as a cat feline person — whatever you were turned into, he can't lie that he thinks you're absolutely cute and you don't seem to be in any rush to return back to normal, so just this once; let him bury his face into your head for a while. It's embarrassing to be this so affectionate with you but you are just too cute he can't help himself.

#iv of love #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #shu itsuki x reader #esworks

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n3onwraith · 2 months

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I forgot to post that I drew Needles! You can't tell, I haven't made the HC doodles comprehensive yet, but hisbneedles hide under his skin and eject when needed, like those spike traps but millions of needles!

I'm gonna put all my HCs below the cut just to spare yall

He's def a natural redhead to me, but bleached it a lot before becoming an avatar

Technically, this would only be his human disguise thing. Full eldritch is reserved for attacking ppl and defense, which is rarer than attacking people, and in that form he's all lanky with all his needles out all the time like a fucked up longhorse and pincushion had a baby and it got possessed

He just has no sense of pain most of the time, at least related to intrinsic issues. Getting stabbed or shot hurts, but when his bones constantly break as Eldritch Needles or when his limbs fall off (like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas) he doesn't feel all the pain, just a tinge or a pinch

Can remove his needles from his skin, but their 'slot' stays open until he puts them back or replaces them (like shark teeth, he grows them but can also swap them out for found ones) and he uses that to sew himself back together as needed

Lots of piercings, most home-done. Really only his lobe and one of three cartilage rings is professional, he did the rest as an angsty teen for fun

Was turned as a late teen/in his early twenties, and therefore his disguise stays looking that age because that's the only way he really remembers who he is and what he looked like. Eldritch Needles is just a fucked up skinsuit really, a puppet for what he needs to do, and Needles himself can't remember or guess what he would look like by now (bones, probably, with his luck, but he was taken as an avatar/eldritch in the 90s/early 2000s so realistically only around 40-50 or so)

Got in a ton of accidents as a kid, always was and always is banged up somehow

Flashes his needles and puffs up on instinct when things piss him off, has to stop himself from doing it around people

A gifted kid for the institute who ended up being neglected outside of schoolwork and what he could do (projection?)

Glitters in the sunlight even with the needles put away. Its just bcs he's got so much metal in him and the sunlight catches the slots weird enough to glint briefly

The jacket reacts the same way his hair and needles do, like an external organ, but it's only due to it being part of his avatar influence shit and its not actually a part of him. It goes dormant when removed or unwanted

Like a hedgehog hair-wise, it's harmless and like regular hair until it's Needle Time (TM)

Easily offended/angered, as seen in the 911 call, and likes to fuck with people. I'd guess older sibling if he had any, but the kind where you matured too fast and then slowed your roll so late you were the immature one (projecting)

Likes to be colorful but in a dull way. Washed out colors just suit him better in his opinion and let him express himself without drawing attention to himself and the fact he's not quite human anymore

Gap teeth <3 Wanted to get braces as a teen but didn't, still pissed about it because now he can't and it doesn't matter since hes not human anymore anyways. slowly learning to like the gap when his angel fangs don't get stuck in em

Didn't draw it but he has snake bites too, just rarely wears them. It's either angel fangs or snake bites but never both because they tend to snag for him

A parallel of both Nikola and Michael, kind of. He's got little bits that Norris, Chester and Augustus would recognize if they ever met him, like his speech pattern and penchant for never giving straight answers, but he's got his own thing going on more than the parallels ever could be.

Rip off Cheshire Cat. Alice in Wonderland, the animated one, was his favorite movie growing up for the colors, and when he got older for the story

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liminalpebble · 6 months

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Stray: Part 4

Masterlink

Stray: Part 4

After the poor human cried herself to sleep, she fidgeted restlessly as she napped. Somewhere in the fog of your stress dreams you heard the most beautiful voice; deep and silky and soothing. It said, “Oh darling, how dare he make you feel this way! You're so clever and unique and kind....and beautiful. Sweet mortal, I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met. Sweet dreams, little mortal. Just rest. We'll find a way.”

Loki was shocked when you said “thank you” as if you had heard him. He was certain his words only came out as a purr. Realizing this potential for communication, the great schemer of Asgard began to hatch plans as you rested; a plan to know you better and a plan to help you. But for now the little cat just grabbed the throw blanket (a difficult task when done with teeth rather than hands), dragging it up around you to keep you warm in the autumn chill. He summoned his magic with a green glow of his paw and rested it on your temple. Loki decided it was time for you to meet his true form; even if it would only be in dreams.

You had never had a lucid dream before, and the novelty of it stunned you. The storm clouds of your nightmares parted, giving way to a bright scene. An ornate bed cradled you in some kind of ancient palace. Everything felt so real; the sensation of your bare feet on the chilly marble floor, the warm sunshine and spring breeze fluttering in from the balcony doors, the shuffling of silk sheets as you rose to observe your surrounding. You walked gingerly towards the balcony and saw a lovely statuesque man with sleek black hair standing there, looking out over the landscape. His long green cloak billowed in the wind as he turned his broad shoulders to face you with a fond knowing smirk.

You had the vague sense that this man could be very dangerous if he wanted to be, and yet you didn't feel fear, especially when he smiled with a kindness that reached his large aquamarine eyes. Those preternatural eyes...they seemed so familiar but in your dreamy state of mind, you couldn't quiet place them.

“Hello, darling mortal,” he said in that alluring baritone.

“Your...your voice. I just heard it before. Didn't I?” you said, drowsily, not in full control of you mental capacities.

“Yes,” he said with an amused smile, and you could swear his paper-pale skin was blushing. This man who looked like a prince from a fantasy novel seemed nervous around you. You thought to yourself that that absolutely must be some dream logic at work.

You glanced around in disbelief, “I know this is a dream, but damn...my brain is really doing something strange here, conjuring you up, Prince Charming.” You reached up to touch his cheek as if not quite sure such a beautiful man could exist, even in a dream. Exploring, you stroked your fingers over the contours of his face, eyes wide with awe. He looked utterly shocked by your touch on his skin. Loki didn't expect that schoolboy giddiness to bubble up within him. You had stroked his fur so many times, but never his true face and the intimacy of it was overwhelming. He never wanted you to stop. He wanted that small hand warming his cold cheek forever.

You, however, saw the shock in his eyes and jumped back, putting your hands up in surrender. “Sorry! Sorry! That was rude. I didn't mean to scare you...” Then you huffed out a breath and put your hands on your hips, mumbling, “I'm going crazy. I'm apologizing to a gorgeous figment of my imagination.”

Loki smiled his most stunning broad smile and chuckled a deep velvety laugh of pure amusement. He stepped closer saying, “Oh you are even more delightful this way...but, pardon me, where are my manners? I am Loki, Prince of Asgard,” he said kissing your hand. Those exquisite eyes never lost contact with your own as if, of all the beauty in this room, you were the most fascinating thing.

“L...Loki...Loki as in, the Norse god of mischief...”

“Brother of Thor, son of Odin and Frigga. The very same, dear lady.”

“Wow...” you said in an awed whisper, “Look at you! You're...gorgeous. You're like a sculpture.”

He laughed at that. “Thank you, darling. You are so adorable when you're in a state of abject wonder. This is a new side of you and I quite like it,” he declared as he stroked his long cool fingers through your sleep tousled hair.

Just that small touch felt so pleasant that it nearly derailed your entire train of thought, and his. “Wait...wait...a new side? Do we know each other, uh...Your Highness. Is that what I should call you?”

“You, my dear, should just use my name. I love the sound of it from your lips. In a sense, we do know each other, but that will all become clear in time. Please, trust me.”

“The God of Lies is asking me to trust him?,” you said with a skeptical arch of your eyebrow.

He laughed. “I assure you, darling, the irony isn't lost on me.”

“This...this is too much...I feel so foggy. What is this? This is a dream, right? You're not real. Why does it feel so real? What...”

Hearing the mounting distress in your voice, he placed the pad of his finger lightly against your lips, and whispered, “Shhh, shhhh, Shhh, darling, all in good time. There's nothing to worry about. Come here.”

He gestured his lovely hand for you to come closer, close enough to hold. You hesitated. You'd never been a hugger, but perhaps the buffer of dreaming allowed you to feel comfortable with and hungry for touch..especially from him. He wrapped an arm around you and urged you to put your tired head on his shoulder as a deeper haze enveloped you. As he enchanted you into a deeper restful state you could smell his alluring scent of mint and pine, feel the swell of his breathing and the strength of his muscle supporting you, the rumble of his voice as he spoke. It all felt so real.

Loki loved the feeling of holding you up as you drifted. As your eyes closed you mumbled in your sleep, “You know, I named my cat after you.”

The god laughed a full breathy musical laugh and the memory of the sound lingered with you as you awoke on your own couch and stretched, rubbing your bleary eyes. Once reality settled back in, you noticed Loki (the feline) was watching you intently from the arm of the sofa. You stroked him softly saying, “Hey, lovie. I just had the strangest dream about your namesake. I think I feel a little better now. Let's fix us some dinner, huh? You hungry?”

“Meow.”

“I thought so,” you said scooping him into your arms as you went to the kitchen. “Chicken or fish today?”

Chicken “Mrowow.”

“Chicken it is, friend,” you said, then stopped in your tracks, wondering how you knew. Finally, you just shrugged your shoulders, assuming it was your imagination as you reached for the can opener.

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A/N: Oh my gosh, everyone, thank you for all the love for this work. I'm trying to tag all of you who have asked and doing my best to thank you all individually for your engagement but as the numbers increase I'm losing track of that a bit...so anyway, I'll say it here. Thank you. I see it. I love you. It means the world to me. You're all so lovely.

@averagetmblrusser @primroseposts @fruityfuckerr @arunabrak @mischief2sarawr @ladyofthestayingpower @acidcasualties @unlucky-number-13 @goblingirlsarah @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokihiddleston @chokeanddagger @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @marcotheflychair @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @littlespaceyelf @little-wormwood @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @eleniblue @loz-3 @the-haven-of-fiction @sweetsigyn @muddyorbs @icytrickster17 @holdmytesseract @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration @sailorholly @coldnique @sarahscribbles @peaches1958 @infinitystoner @peachyjinx @mischiefmaker615 @jennyggggrrr @tripleyeeet @itsybitchylittlewitchy @mochie85 @huntress-artemiss @madi0987 @buttercupcookies-blog @annoyingsweetsstranger @primrosesposts

#lokitty #loki fanfic #D.B. Cooper Loki #loki fluff #pre-Thor 1 Loki #loki x reader #lovely fanfic friends

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Hiii! Still taking requests? If so, can i have a bad sanses x female sweet werewolf reader?

Her physical form is human like but definitely have wolf and a tail

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THE BAD SANSES X FEMALE SWEET WEREWOLF READER

(Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror, Error)

Nightmare:

Nightmare couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw you to be honest.

He's seen a lot of things. But a humanoid cat-like girl? That he didn't see coming.

He wasn't really sure if you weren't only wearing the accessories at first. (Was shocked when he found out that the tail and cat ears are actually real 💀)

Don't blame him (or do), but he just has this.. ick towards these creatures. (Bro's getting flashbacks)

He only sees you as his personal weapon. That's until he falls in love with you~ ;)

I would say that your dynamic is kinda like one-sided rivalry. He sees you as a rival, but you see him as a friend. 💀

You're oh so sweet to him, even though he threatened to kill you multiple times. (Bro's shocked)

Couldn't get over the fact that you managed to somehow make your way through his cold soul.

He's warming up to you, but slowly.

Still doesn't understand how it's possible to have two sets of ears. One being animals and the other being humans.

He would never admit it, but he likes when you're purring from his touch.

Dust:

Dust doesn't see the problem with you having cat-like features.

He's used to seeing (and killing) all kinds of monsters. So this isn't the weirdest shit to him.

He's the one that likes to pet you the most. His hand is almost always resting on your back, rubbing soft circles on it.

He's giving you lots of treats too, which you appreciate.

He also doesn't really understand how having two different kinds of ears work, but wants to find out.

He goes on full mission, observing you, writing down everything about you. It's getting kinda ridiculous now.

He thinks that your excessive kindness is a weakness for you.. wants you to toughen up a little, even encouraging you! (He just wants to make sure that you'll be ok when the time comes)

Killer:

Bro's squealing and everything. He loves cats, so he almost combusted when he first saw you.

I swear, his first words were literally just him saying that you belong to him now. As a pet cat, of course. Nothing else. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Everybody thinks that his obsession with you is really fucking weird.. he just like to follow you around most of the time. 😭

Likes to touch your fluffy ears and tail. (Heavy on the ears)

Bro can't keep his hands to himself. Always touching you and shit. (Of course not without your permission!)

Lives for your purring.

Also carries around treats for you, but his are less healthy for you than Dust's.

Please let him groom you! He would've loved to brush your ears/hair!!

Horror:

He thinks that you're fragile, and doesn't want to touch you for awhile.

Look, his hands are...rough. (As rough as a skeleton's hands can be) so he wants to avoid any sort of intimacy with you, until he knows you'll be ok.

After he does though... He also can't keep his hands off of you.

Loves your overall fluffiness! Can't get enough of it!

He likes to carry you on his shoulders. Gives him the reassurance that you're still intact.

He likes to fall asleep on the couch with you on top of him. Loves your purring, and even more so loves to fall asleep by the sound of it!

If you get together, and you get a bit risky with him.. he loves to pull your tail. 🤭

He likes your kindness, just thinks that sometimes, it's a bit too much.

He doesn't wanna change who you are, so all he does is just step up for you whenever you're too sweet to someone who doesn't deserve it.

Error:

He also likes cats, so he's dying to pet you, but again-- his Haphephobia. 😭

He's just silently watching as your tail moves back and forth, while slowly dying on the inside. (Just cause he can't touch it)

I feel like.. after you get closer to him, that his Haphephobia would slowly go away with you, and he would actually ASK you if he can touch you.

Look, he has the most respect towards privacy and intimacy, so he's probably the only one that actually ASKS YOU before touching you. (Horror also asks you beforehand, so he's an exception for this comment) He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :(

He loves to wrap his strings around your tail and just tighten its hold on it a bit. (Only if you're ok with that, of course.)

Also falls asleep to your purring, it just has this melody..

Carries around treats for you ;)

Laughs whenever you're too kind to someone, even him! He doesn't think he deserves your kindness, and also thinks that you're a little too naive... But he isn't gonna stop you 🤷‍♀️

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uptoolateart · 1 year

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I have so much I want to say about Emotion. I want to analyse Marinette/Ladybug and Felix here, because this episode showed so much character progression, especially for her. In my opinion, we had a kind of Cat Blanc 2.0.

So - when Felix makes the red moon, he makes it out of anger. The moon symbolises feelings, the unconscious illuminated, while red represents his rage. He's allowed his negative emotions to take over - he is literally seeing red.

When Ladybug first battles him in the street, she sees red, too - and her costume is conveniently red. That confrontation with Argos is her facing up to her fears - her regrets - her mistakes. She really lets him have it, and I don't think it's just about him taking away the miraculous. I think she was letting out old pain related to Cat Blanc, too - emphasised by the parallel imagery between the two episodes.

Example 1 - same pose as Cat Noir when he got akumatised:

Example 2 - Ladybug on the ground, scrambling away backwards while her attacker comes for her...just like Cat did, to get away from Hawk Moth:

Example 3 - Very similar hand gestures and posturing between Argos and Cat Blanc:

There's also the fact that a moon plays such a part in the story (because the moon is emotions)...and some things I'll touch on later.

With that in mind, this was a crucial scene for Ladybug. What we can see is:

After so long being a quivering mess, in the episode just before, she finally told Adrien she loved him, without caring (too much) how he responded

At the start of 'Emotion', she lost track of Adrien's schedule and stated that she 'doesn't control Adrien' and 'he's free to do what he wants' (which is darkly ironic after we just saw the way Gabriel controlled Adrien in 'Adoration', and sets things up perfectly for Felix to try to free him)

She gatecrashes the Diamonds Dance without caring what anyone thinks (we've seen her do this in disguise before, but never as brazen as this)

Then she lets Felix have it, in the street

After this, she will tell Gabriel where he can shove his pancakes

She's come so far. Go, Marinette!

And then....

Argos threatens to wipe out the whole population if she doesn't hand over her earrings. She's been here before. Cat Blanc parallels, remember? It's her worst nightmare come true, in a form she didn't expect - and she doesn't cave.

What I love is that her Ladybug vision shows us him - not a zoomed in part of him to use, but his whole figure, like he himself is the key to solving the puzzle. She sees that anger isn't going to win this. Fear won't win this. Felix isn't 'evil' - he's hurting. She hears it in his words and his voice. Cat Blanc was hurting, too.

When he sees that she's not going to give in to his ultimatum, Argos looks thrown - panicked, even - and gives her one last chance, letting her know what's coming. 'All of Paris will be gone...are you willing to pay that price?' He screams it and looks tortured, like he really doesn't want to go through with his threat. He thought she'd give in and he could avoid this scenario, but she calls his bluff.

'You're the only one who can answer that question,' she says - then she smiles and closes her eyes. It's such an act of trust, not even looking at him as she puts her fate in his hands - like she has faith that even if he vanishes her, he'll somehow do the right thing, in the end.

Maribug pulled an Adrichat. How many times have we seen him sacrifice himself, trusting that she would bring him back? Not just as Cat Noir but even as vulnerable human Adrien. And now, she's done the same. But she put that trust in Felix, of all people - in her 'enemy'. And she does this even believing he's vanished people she loves. It's a huge act of forgiveness.

The old Ladybug would have never had such faith that things would turn out okay. She would never have trusted in the moment like that. Cat Blanc accused her of not listening to a word he was saying. She saved him by taking advantage of his feelings for her and pretending she would kiss him. In Emotion, facing off with Felix, all of Paris gone...she listens.

What she gives him is a choice, after all those years of feeling controlled. And this was key because earlier in the episode, we saw Amelie telling Nathalie, 'There's always a choice.' Throughout the season, we've also seen Chloe and Gabriel have choices between paths. It's a crucial theme to the story, and the message is clear: whatever happened in your past, it's in your hands to decide what to do about it. You're accountable for your future.

When Felix realises he screwed up and lost Marinette, all of it becomes too much for him and he makes his choice - to snap away the red moon, against his ideology, and bring everyone else back. He's conflicted but acknowledges that his mistake was letting his anger control him. We've never seen Felix akumatised. He's already in that state, even without the magic.

When we move onto Pretension, he hasn't given up his goals, but he's decided to try a different tactic, which forces our heroes to reconsider his role in the story - who's the real villain here?

What we're seeing in both Marinette and Felix is evolution as people...and it's interesting that the first episode of the season was called Evolution, like it was setting the theme.

I was so excited to see all this because we watched Marinette grow loads in the first few seasons, while Adrien was stuck. Then she got stuck after Cat Blanc, pushing him out, which forced him to find himself without leaning on her. We saw his growth, then in season 5 he's been helping her meet him on a similar page. They're now perfectly positioned to find out their secret identities. And because we have this more mature Ladybug, I think if she faced off with Cat Blanc again, she'd know the fastest solution is to listen - and to trust that he can break the akumatisation though sheer will, knowing how much she loves him.

Please no post-Revelation spoilers in the comments :)

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