#since it was a dream there's of course a lot of holes in my memory

[cheetahsprints]

(If you don't like mentions of a slash ship featuring certain anthro hedgehogs just scroll past!!!! Quickly!!!)

TL;DR (You can skip this blurb if you want the full story)

I went from being like neutrally aware of the Sonic franchise characters' existence to totally obsessed practically overnight with Shadow and Sonadow. Went full speed ahead brainrot on them because of a freaking dream where cartoon (unspecified) Sonic & co accidentally entered the dimension of live action Sonic. Shenanigans ensued, most notably a dreambrain-hatched live action Shadow fighting his cartoon version because of his attitude toward Sonic & co.

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A few nights ago I had a random as hell dream about Sonic the hedgehog and I am now here I have watched freaking Sonic Prime on Netflix because the mental images wouldn't leave me alone so I treated it like a weird message from the universe e send Help

My only previous interactions with sonic stuff was some person I followed on twitter for something else posting art of it (mega long time ago), watching the sonic live action movies why I have no idea (super long time ago), and that joke game that went surprisingly hard The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog which I completed even though the minigames to progress got hard AF for me (pretty long time ago) and like even before all that I knew of Sonic from ads, memes, and various posts on social medias. But I didn't fully engage with it.

Side note: the twitter posting was mostly sonadow and I would look it over like uh-huh ok the vibes check out and just keep scrolling like lsdfkjdskl but that is pretty much the main reason I knew Sonic/Shadow existed but at the time I didn't actively seek it out or try to learn more.

Onward...

My brain is so so so weird and the dream was somewhat vivid like watching a movie omg where the live action sonic and pals met the cartoon versions of the characters?? even though I never watched any of the cartoons before??? as such it wasn't a specific series, I just knew it in the dream they were from a generalized cartoon universe

Specifically it was Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles in the movie group, while the cartoon group had Amy and Rouge instead of the other two alongside Sonic, who I only even really knew about because of the April Fool's game. And Shadow was also there in both groups because why not I guess and they (the Shadows) fought each other because the movie one thought the cartoon one was a jerk lmao idk? Yeah my subconscious decided it couldn't wait for Sonic 3 and made up its own version of movie Shadow.

Early in the dream there was also a little kid clone of Sonic who belonged with the cartoon group. There were some cute interactions but in nonsensical dream fashion that character just disappeared later like he was never there lol

…There was some plot about the cartoon group needing to get back to their dimension because Sonic accidentally got them blasted into the movie one somehow... after watching Sonic Prime I'm like my dream was so FREAKISHLY similar to that show's plot, but I SWEAR I knew nothing about the premise of SP before the dream. Although, in the dream they were like... multidimensional travellers doing hero stuff and had met other variants before, just this time it wasn't intentional and it messed something up.

Uh getting off track... (which the dream itself did a lot tbf)

Anyway, what I remember is the movie dimension made the cartoon group look in the more realistic style so at first Shadow thought the actual movie group were the ones from his dimension (Shadow & Amy got separated from Sonic & Rouge) and was rude to them because he was so ticked off blaming Sonic for being a dumbass and yelling at Tails for not preventing whatever happened or something, so actual movie Shadow appeared like. don't talk to my friends that way asshole and beat the absolute shit out of him. There was an explanation Tails gave that the movie Shadow was more powerful for some reason I don't remember and Amy told cartoon Shadow to stop trying to beat him. But yeah bro was so pissed movie Sonic had to step in and physically stop him because he wouldn't listen to and/or overpowered anyone else. He reminded Shadow that the other Shadow was still him, in a sense.

Cartoon Sonic and Rouge appeared and Sonic started bickering with cartoon Shadow. but the movie versions were best friends so they were watching them like wtf is wrong with y'all. Movie Shadow got fed up quickly and punched cartoon Shadow again and stood protectively in front of both Sonic versions bristling and wouldn't take his eyes off his counterpart. Cartoon Shadow was so goddamn confused by Shadow's protectiveness and asked how Sonic had made movie Shadow his loyal bodyguard (derogatory) Amy and Rouge like explained the backstory to the movie crew, which is fuzzy to me but it was something along the lines of, Shadow had been brainwashed to rival Sonic, tricked to think that Sonic was evil (unbeknownst to that Sonic who in his pov had this random edgy hedgehog start attacking him out of nowhere during a mission) and they had a lot of intense fighting before Shadow found out the truth. But the two of them never quite got over the misunderstanding. Listen I didn't know Shadow's backstory, literally none of it, but I have read the wiki since ok

Meanwhile movie Shadow, in the dream, was made and raised in a lab and similarly believed he was made as Sonic's rival/equal. Behind the scenes some government thing or whatever were afraid of Sonic's power and wanted a backup plan. But some evil guy stole and unleashed Shadow. At first it was basically just a duel, Shadow admired Sonic, but the evil guy had put a chip in his head that when activated made him try to kill Sonic. Eventually he was subdued and the chip deactivated- and despite everything Sonic insisted Shadow come with him to his home and the rest was history. This unfolded in like flashback style.

There was a funny part where Shadow questioned Sonic's home like "What kind of base of operations is this?" In a very unimpressed tone. Sonic said sarcastically "Oh, sorry if you were expecting my own Fortress of Solitude." And I guess Shadow was allowed to watch tv because he got the reference and shot back "Does that make me Lois Lane?" Didn't make a whole lot of sense sdlfkjds but movie Shadow delivered this line very confidently and flirtatious and just walked away leaving Sonic shocked LOL

And then later Shadow complained that the government people would always rewind and loop the villainy parts and he never got to see if Lois and Clark kissed (It's been too long since I watched any Superman movies so I couldn't tell you if this makes sense) and Knuckles teased him for being a romantic, and then the whole team binge watched every Superman movie.

In the "present" at some point movie Sonic and Shadow pulled their alternate versions aside and like told them off for being mean to each other lmao cartoon Sonic was kinda like uwu I didn't know Shadow had feelings he's like a lone wolf and like was surprised by his counterpart's vehemence. Movie Sonic told cartoon Sonic that Shadow can be a great friend if you give him a chance. I don't remember the Shadowses convo much but it was a lot more chill despite the fighting before (though still prickly) because Shadow's reasons were more valid and it was more of a pep talk from movie Shadow that if he opened up more it might give the others around him more opportunity to know and accept him.

I remember there was this one specific heavy emotional line in the dream that stuck with me when I woke up said by cartoon Shadow about Sonic, "He's my best friend but I'm obviously not his" DFKLJDSKJ

Additional small detail that movie Sonic and Shadow had known each other for over 2 years during dream events. And they were quite close and in sync. But still bantery

My brain basically conjured a LITERAL FANFICTION in my sleep and I have been thinking about it a lot What's hilarious is I knew next to fuck all about these characters my brain pulled the plot points of this dream out of its ass

Typed out, this dream probably sounds a lot longer than it was... the "scenes" just felt oddly detailed for how mashed together and quick passing they were.

But yeah I kept thinking about the dream and like daydreaming more scenes and it somehow turned even more into Sonadow (like, I imagined Cartoon Sonic & Shadow finding out in a very abrupt way that the movie versions were an item. <- to my delight I did find a fic with a premise very similar to this just not movie universe related. Also played with the idea of Sonic and/or Shadow accidentally kissing the wrong counterpart in their excitement at being reunited which Awakened Some Things for the receiver of the unexpected passion😂 )

The dream kinda acted as a base that inspired daydreams to spiral out from my brain without permission but I just... mentally jumped into it because ships sometimes grab you like that.

And Sonic Prime made my sprouting interest worse, basically fuel to the fire, so now I am obsessed with them... like what a fucking way to get into a ship

[yeonmuse]

In which our hatter is deeply in love or more like obsessed with his alice since the moment he set eyes on her. He cant bear let her or go and he’d rather die than let anyone else have her.

Request from @addictedtohobi : Chosen Journey [ hatter guide, teapot tether, traveling to the wonder forest & white kings palace ]

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!),readers first time, jake worshipping reader, impatient jake, oral , readers on the receiving end, hes kinda obsessed ngl

Authors notes: req 6 for musies 1k req event hi my loves I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting, a lot has happened over the course of two weeks but hopefully I can get the rest of your reqs out by the end of the upcoming week

Other reqs can be found here

It was known by all of wonderland that Sim Jaeyun had been completely over the bend, to those he surrounded himself with he was of course completely normal, because every one of them had seemed to have been mad, but to you..the sweet innocent little thing he’d found capturing his heart he was completely normal. Of course that was because you hadn’t known his true colors, you had only just met all of them— fell down a rabbit hole and hit your head so hard you'd thought you knocked yourself into some state of psychosis.

When you finally came to your eyes cracked open to find yourself in a bright and colorful room you’d never seen, not even in your dreams. As you push yourself up from the soft comfort of the mattress beneath you a sharp pain shot through your head making you elbows weaken beneath you and your body fall back against the mattress. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten here or what events had occurred leading up to you having got there, but one thing was for certain, you weren't anywhere close to home.

You lie back in bed gently rubbing at your temples, trying desperately to blink away the pain that had shot through your head. Your attention is momentarily stolen away as the door at the front of the room shoots open and in walks a tall man who looked to be about your age, a tray full of pastries and a white teapot sat on a tray in his hands.

‘Oh you’re awake.’’ he beams, making his way over to your side and placing the tray down at the bedside.

“How's your head?’’ he asks, seeming to be genuinely concerned for your well being, despite one simple fact. You had absolutely no idea who he was, and worst of all you couldn’t seem to remember who you were either.

“Where..where am i?’’ you finally speak, interrupting his nagging and seemingly endless banter about how you should be keeping your head elevated against the pillows.

“Oh…if you don’t know then you must not be from underland..’’

“Wonderland?’’

“Underland it’s a place unlike any other, the place where the impossible becomes possible, where all things logical cease to exist.’’ His words seemed to have fallen upon deaf ears as you took a moment to gather your surroundings, it was then that you realized all the interesting things about the room. A piano floating on the ceiling, flowers watering themselves, lights dancing and casting shadows upon the ceiling.

“You must be from somewhere far…What is your name love…?” he asks, resting a palm against your head and neck, you assumed to check your temperature.

“I don’t…i don’t remember..’’

“You don’t remember? You must have fallen pretty hard here, let's get you up.’’ He helps you sit up in bed making sure you’re stable before placing a cup of tea into your hands.

“Until you remember we’ll just call you Alice.’’

“Alice?’’

“A peculiar name for a peculiar girl, what normal person forgets their own name.’’ he laughs, a laugh that seems to lighten your mood, though to anyone else it would seem off putting.

“Make sure you drink up, it may not help with your memory but it’ll at least make your head feel better.’’

“Well what is it?’’ you eye the mysterious liquid curiously, although really faint you could almost catch a hint of lavender.

“Tea.’’ he responds, pushing himself up from the bed.

“Wait where are you going?’’ you watch as he places the plate of pastries onto the bedside table and takes the tray.

“You should rest up after, we’ll talk more once you’re awake.’’ and with that he leaves you alone to the silence of the room, your gaze drops to the steaming cup of tea in your hands. Finally you bring it to your nose, taking in it’s sweet aroma before bringing it to your lips

Jake found his thoughts drifting to you as he stood in the kitchen. The way you burrowed yourself into his chest when he’d found you in the forest, eyes half lidded as if you were grasping onto the last bit of consciousness you’d had left. It startled him at first, no one had ever gotten that close to him, had ever touched him so softly or gently as you had. Then there were the soft whines and whimpers that spilled from your lips as you’d begged him to ease the pain, the aching in your head.

For a moment he just sat there in complete shock, someone like you was asking for his help. You looked sweet and endearing, as if you yourself were not meant for a world like this or any other. It had been his first time laying eyes on you and yet in that moment you would become something so precious to him. A jewel for him to keep and take care of before the others would corrupt you and have you think of him as someone that’s gone completely mad.

“What are you thinking about?’’ His reminiscing is cut short as Sunoo enters the kitchen, pulling a red apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the dough table and bringing it to his lips.

He couldn’t let anyone else know about you, he didn’t want you to need anyone else, he didn’t want anyone else to care for you in all the ways he knew that he should.”nothing, just finished making tea.’’ he responds, holding up the half empty teapot as proof of his lie.

“Well when you’re done, Sunghoon asked to meet with all of us tonight.’’

“Oh do you know what for?’’ Jake's brows crease together, it wasn’t unusual for them all to meet with one another, but it wasn’t usually Sunghoon calling together for such gatherings.

“Something about a girl, Jungwon spotted a girl in the forest today, Sunghoon thinks she might be from the overlands.’’ Jake's blood ran cold at the mention of you, his Alice, the one he had found on the brink of passing out.

“Is he looking for her or something?’’ Sunoo simply shrugs, failing short of the information Jake now so desperately seeked.

Once Sunoo has finally gone he hurries out of the kitchen and speeds down the hallway to the room that housed you. You were startled awake when the door came swinging open and Jake walked in seemingly bothered by something.

“Jake?’’ you called through half lidded eyes, still feeling slippy from your momentary doze off before he’d entered the room. “What’s wrong?’’

“Hm? Oh nothing..nothing. Listen i know i told you to rest, but we’re going to go someplace else, can you walk?’’ he asks, his eyes scanning the entire room but never once looking you in your eyes.

You nod, pushing the sheets off of yourself and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. “But where..why are we leaving?’’

Jakes heart sank in his chest, he didn’t know how to tell you the truth without seeming selfish in his intentions, he needed to come up with something quick.

“The house, the house will be in his shrinking period soon.’’

“Shrinking period?’’ you blink at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you gave him a look so innocent it made his heart melt yet swell with guilt.

“Here in wonderland the homes have shrinking periods, wonderland grows bigger but the houses sometimes shrink depending it’s age.’’ he mentally curses himself, the lie itself sounded so stupid, but to his surprise you believed it.

“Oh..then where are we going.’’

“To my place.’’

‘This isn’t your home?’’ you ask, confusion evident in your tone.

“No, I share this place with my friends. It’s basically like a headquarters.’’

‘Your friends? Oh are they here!? Can I meet them too!?’’ your face brightens at the mention of others, a smile that somehow makes his skin crawl with envy.

“They all left already.’’ he lies, watching the smile slowly fall from her face into a pout. You had grown so excited at the mention of others after being alone for what felt like hours.

“But you can meet them soon, maybe when we come back?’’ Jake didn’t even know if his own words were true, if he’d grant you that freedom of meeting them knowing you might possibly be taken away, but even if it was a lie on his part it was worth it all to see that smile return to your face.

Jake thought that the walk through the wonder forest would be the utmost agonizing, he was expecting to be bombarded with questions about your friends or maybe even a killing silence but you’d somehow made a walk he’d taken a thousand times the most joyful. He had forgotten that you had never been here before, that you were looking at wonderland through new lenses , taking it in for all it was worth. The entire walk consisted of him staring in complete adoration, watching the way you danced beneath the trees, the way you’d curiously run over and let your fingers graze every shrub, plant, mushroom , every flower or fruit– he was completely stolen by you.

Eventually the two of you had arrived at a clearing in the forest, there stood a beautiful blue house, quite smaller in size in comparison to the one you’d been inside, but it was more than enough room to give the two of you comfort.

“This is your house?’’ you ask, eyes raking over the exterior, the green vines and blue and white flowers that twisted and coiled around its outskirts.

“It’s where i stayed before we all met, now i just come here when i need time alone..sometimes for tea with the others.’’ he responds, making his way over to the door and eventually after taking it in for just a little while longer you trail behind him.

“It’s beautiful.’’ the words fell from your lips so sweet and genuine that he knew for certain you meant it.

“It’s all yours.’’ he responds looking over at you, who’d been taking in your surroundings, seemingly capturing and memorizing each moment with you gaze.

“Mine..?’’ your eyes flutter over to him, lashes batting with each blink as you stared at him so adoringly it made him want to melt at your feet.

“If- if you’d like it?” he watches as a smile spreads across your lips and you ran over to hug him.

“I love it, thank you Jake.’’ his heart pounds in his chest, so hard that he’d thought it burst from his shirt. “I don’t know when my memory will return or how long I'll be here, but thank you for everything. For looking after me.’’

His arms wrap around your waist, so snug that anyone would have thought the two of you were made for one another. That you were made to be held in his arms and his arms only.

“Are you hungry?’’ he asks, finally releasing you from his hold and watching as you walked around to take in more of the place you would now call home.

“I have somewhere to be soon, but i could make you something before then?’’

“You’re leaving?’’ he could see your eyes saddened at the mention of him leaving you alone again and his heart breaks a little

“I won’t be long i promise, you still need time to rest and nourish yourself after hitting your head so hard, or else i would take you with me.’’

“Okay, i guess you’re right. But you promise you’ll come back after?’’

‘‘I promise.’’

After making sure that you had eaten well Jake left you alone to go meet with the others as promised. The entire walk to the white castle he couldn’t help but think about you and if you would be okay alone. He was afraid that you’d go out and wander on your own and get lost or worse get hurt.

When he finally arrived at the palace everyone had already been there, all gathered in the reading room seemingly waiting for him.

“About time you get here what took you so long.’’ Niki complains, throwing his arms over his chest and sitting back in his seat.

“Yeah you disappeared on me today, i went looking for you a little while after we talked in the kitchen and you weren't in your room.’’ Sunoo chimes in, both of them grilling him back to back made his stomach tied in knots.

“I had to take care of something at the shop, sorry i’m late.’’ he lies, something the he had unfortunately had to continue doing now that he was in so deep.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re her now so Sunghoon can start.’’ Heeseung adheres.

Everyone's attention is now on Sunghoon who had been silent up until now.

“Someone from the overworld is here.” There it was, the entire reason Jake had been so nervous to attend this meeting.

“Wait what, as in like…up..up there?’’ Niki sits up in his seat, the sudden revelation seeming to have all of them at the edge of their seats, all except jake who had already known.

“A woman fell down a rabbit hole and that’s when Jungwon saw her before he blinked out of the forest. I’m sure wherever she is she’ll be confused or even scared. We need to find her and make sure she makes it back home.’’

Jakes heart dropped in his chest, send you home? He had just found you. He had just made you feel at home and now he was meant to send you back?

As Jake finally arrived back to the house a sigh spilled from his lips. The moment he shoved the door open he found you sat at the window, your eyes glued to the outside until you heard him come in. he froze dead in his tracks as you jumped up from your seat at the window, your hair curly and damp, and you stood there in nothing but his shirt, and god forbid you wore nothing underneath.

“Is that- is that my shirt?’’

“Yes, I'm sorry my clothes were ruined and I didn’t have anything else to wear. I can..I can take it off if you want.’’

“No! I mean..no you look beautiful. Whatever you want, whatever you see in my closet it’s yours.’’

For you the following days passed by in a blur. Jake was always free to come and go as he pleased, sometimes bringing dresses and trinkets back home for you but eventually it became disheartening. Your time with him has been sweet. You found yourself completely captivated by him, every waking moment was spent with him, so much so that when he went away it made you sad. But knowing that you were trapped within the walls of the house alone sometimes put a bitter taste in your mouth.

So you decided to do exactly what he had told you not to do, throwing on one of the many outfits that he had gotten just for you, a soft apology spills from your lips as you for once go against his wishes and slip outside.

You were somewhat nervous of course you’d be nervous you hadn’t stepped foot outside of the house on your own, let alone into the forest. What if you got lost or hurt yourself again and this time he couldn’t find you? All thoughts that plagued your mind but didn’t hinder your desire to explore more than just that of what you’d already seen.

You’d walked for what felt like hours, at some point you even thought yourself to be lost until you heard the sound of busy footsteps and endless chatter nearby. There were others.

As you pushed past the trees, getting a little scraped up in the process your intuition proved to be right as you found yourself standing in the alley of what you assumed was a town square. Your first taste of freedom from those teal walls you’d been confined to over the last four days.

You allowed yourself to wander and take it all in, the shops, markets and boutiques. The endless sea of people that all seemed so peculiar yet unique in their own ways. It almost overwhelmed you how much there had been to see in that moment, in so little time.

Jake had been preparing to open up shop when he saw you, and the worst part wasn’t that he saw you standing there out in the open happy as ever to be talking to the very people that outcast him, but Sunoo stood only a few feet away from him and it was only a matter of time before he saw you and recognized who you were.

“Shit, I need to go grab something open up without me?’’ without even waiting for a response he disappears into the crowd of people leaving an heir of confusion behind as he runs off.

You had been happily conversing with some guy that you had just met near the town fountain. He of course seemed suspicious of you at first but once he realized that you seemed a little lost he’d softened up to you.

“Alice.’’ as if a cold chill had run up your spine making you shiver you froze in an instant, you didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to face him because you weren’t entirely sure how he’d reacted.

The old lady seemingly realizing that he had been referring to you, gives you a concerned look.

“Be careful with him.’’ you’d barely had any time to ask what he meant before Jake’s hand clasped around your wrist and he was dragging you all the way back home and inside the house.

When you finally stepped inside he didn’t say a word.

“Jake..?are you mad?’’

“I told you that i’d take you out soon why didn’t you wait for me? Why did you have to go out on your own?’’

“I- I’m sorry i was getting bored, i missed you and staying in here was like i was being haunted by the outside.’’

“Who was he..? The guy you were talking to who was he?’’

“What?’’ you give him a confused look, you had only just met the man today, he had been acting as if this was someone you had seen time and time again.

“Jake I- Jake I don’t know him.. He was only helping me because I was lost.’’

“Did you like him more…do you like him better than me? I won’t let him take you. You’re mine, you’re no one else’s and if you think for a second I’ll let you leave me I’ll make sure whatever guy that has you stops breathing” there was a complete change in his demeanor, this Jake was scarier, much more intense than the sweet and caring man you knew him to be.

“Jake you’re scaring me..” with every moment he inched closer, the less space you had to back away, until he had you completely fenced in against the door.

“They want to send you home. To send you away from me if they find you when they don’t even know where home is, I can’t let them just send you away.” His voice softens as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’re my alice, my beautiful girl.” He mumbles, lips so close to your neck it makes your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll give you every reason to stay, I’ll worship your body until you can call me by your name. Until you remember who you were before me and realize all the reasons you never want to go back.” And with that his lips latch onto your neck, sucking your supple skin and leaving sweet sloppy kisses.

“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” He breathes out before taking your lips against his.

“I’ll do anything you want, anything you ask me to. I’ll devote my life to this body.” He says, trailing sweet kisses all down your neck as his fingers graze your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cant let them take you,” he murmured, his hands framing your face as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

“Jake..”

“Want to have myself so deep in you we become one, but for now…I’ll taste you. To do the one thing I’ve been yearning to do since I first saw you wearing my shirt.” He interrupts, lifting you up and carrying you to the couch.

his hands immediately go for the dress you’re wearing, working to push it just above your waist rather than over your head. You weren’t sure why but having the dress skirt block your vision and leave everything all to your imagination made this all the more nerve wracking.

You can't bear taking your eyes off him watching as he moves to his knees, pushing your dress up further above your hips before disappearing beneath it. Though you couldn't see him you could surely sense his presence as he began slotting himself between your legs.

you let out a soft gasp as he yanks down your panties and dress shorts, the cold air hitting forces out a choked breath. You could already feel the wetness of your own arousal that had once been soaking into the soft cotton of your underwear.

“Every inch of you, every pretty flaw and perfection is for me to worship.” he explains, pressing an unusually soft kiss to your thighs.

Before you’d been able to mouth a response he shoves his face between your thighs. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved. He was eating you like it was his last meal on earth, as if this was not only the first, but the last time he’d get to taste you.

With every whine and moan that left your lips as he devoured you he felt like he’d go insane. The sweet sounds that came spilling from you was like music to his ears. You were like a siren enchanting him to show you just how much he could worship you. His tongue worked at your entrance before moving to your clit. He ran the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves and swirled around it. An act that sends shivers down your spine and trembles through your thighs.

“Jake.” He could tell by your ragged breaths that it was a lot for you. The way you cried out his name, the way he felt you fighting off the urge to clamp your thighs around his head. The way your hand found his hair and tugged, louder and louder moans spilling from your sweet lips.

“You’re doing so good love, let me taste you.” His voice sends vibrations through your cunt and spirals you over the edge, cumming all over his face. He hummed happily and drank up all that your blessed body gave him.

Of course, he didn’t plan on stopping there. no, he kept going, eating your pussy and groaning at the taste until you physically pulled him off whining about how it was too much.

That was only the beginning though, of course no matter how much you whined he wouldn’t stop there.

“Haven’t heard that pretty name. My pretty girl, my sweet Alice. I’ll make you mine. No matter where you go. Who you come across. You’ll always know I was the first to have you no matter who else you fall in love with you’ll be forever marked by me”

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[maybege]

Two Holes In One

Summary: A chance encounter in the grocery store turns your trip to the golf course into an illicit adventure.

Pairing: dad’s friend!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, older man/younger woman, age gap, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, use of sex toys, butt play, double penetration, (hidden) public sex, dirty talk, humiliation, cream pies

Since this summer is unbearably hot, I thought I might just lean into it and offer up some very hot and steamy adventures with dad’s friend!Boba. While Pleasure is about the first meeting, I see this piece as really the start of the whole affair. They are going to have a very sexy summer indeed. As always, do let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog – they make sharing so much more fun!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“Look, maybe this is just exactly what you needed. A change of scenery!”

“Are you describing me moving back in with my parents as a change of scenery?”

You could hear Poppy pop the bubble gum on the other side of the phone. “Well, if life gives you lemons …”

You groaned. “Please don’t say that. It's what my mom keeps repeating over and over for the wedding planning.”

Your ex-colleague-turned-friend laughed. “And here I thought the wedding of the year would be going off without a hitch.”

“Oh, it will,” you nodded, trailing your fingers over the fronts of cereal packages, “But until we reach the without-a-hitch stage, there will be a lot of days in which I will be sandwiched between my mother, Tiffany and fifteen different flower samples for the centrepieces.”

“I vote you use this time for some much-needed rest and relaxation,” Poppy announced, “Sure, you will have to spend the days surrounded by suburban perfection and your little sister, who has reached everything in life you ever dreamed of –“

“Thanks for the boost of confidence,” you muttered.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t make the most of it. Hell, you’re in Lake County for the summer! Find a hot rich guy and have him fuck you seven ways till Sunday, it’s the only way to enjoy it, really.”

Memories flash in your brain of the party you tried so hard to forget. The hands that belonged to a man you should not be thinking about all over your chest. The same hand that shook yours as he introduced himself as one of your father’s colleagues.

“That might not be a bad idea,” you admitted, “I forgot my, uh, thing at home and it’s just been too long since I – “

“Since you what?”

You squeaked, looking up at the familiar voice that you had quite literally run into.

“Hello?” you could hear Poppy call from the other side of the phone, “Are you there?”

“I’m going to call you back,” you muttered, not even listening to any more of her questions.

“You forgot something at home?” Boba asked, one eyebrow raised as if he knew exactly what you had been talking about, “Maybe I can help with that?”

This was not the time or place to reveal that the thing you had been talking about was your vibrator. Or the fact that you would very much like him to help you out with that.

Instead, all you managed to say was, “You didn’t stay for dinner last time.”

He shrugged, “Didn’t want to overstay my welcome.“

“Did we” – I – “Make you feel unwelcome?”

“Not in the least,” he smiled, “I was afraid I would make myself unwelcome if I stayed any longer.”

The heat in his eyes, the way they roamed over your body, made you squirm. “Oh, I see.”

You tried to gather the courage to tell him that he wouldn’t have been unwelcome. That he could have done anything and you would have welcomed it with open arms (and legs.) That you still wanted him to touch you in a way a friend of your fathers wasn’t supposed to touch you.

“So,” he leaned on the handle of his shopping cart, your eyes drifting to the veins of his tanned forearms, “It’s been too long since you what? Were properly taken care of?”

“Boba …”

Something flashed in his eyes. “So, I am right then. What was it again? Seven months? No, nine. Nine months since someone brought you the pleasure you deserve.”

“We’re in public,” you hissed, glancing around for fear of your mother suddenly jumping out between bushels of carrots, talking about –

“And yet all I can see is how you press those pretty thighs together and your nipples through that shirt,” he mocked you. Why did he only need to get the tiniest bit mean and you pussy turned into a waterfall?

“Fine,” you murmured, stepping closer to him so no one could hear what you were saying. Thank fuck, no one was interested in buying any cereals right now. “I was talking to a friend about how I should use my time here to … experiment with things I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Like what?” he asked right back, his eyes dark, “What would you want to try?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to come to terms with the fact that you were really about to voice your deepest, darkest desire out loud. In a grocery store.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

“Anything,” you whispered, “I – I always wanted to – Well, I thought about wearing a butt plug. But I’m too much of a coward to try new things by myself.”

Boba did not say anything but you could see from the look on his face that he was mulling your words over. Which only meant that you mulled your words over, too. Was it too much already? Sure, he had asked you about it but did you really have to tell this older, way too handsome man about your secret desires? Was that what he wanted to hear? Or would he be repulsed by how eager you were to finally find someone you could trust to do this with?

And why on earth was some deep-down part of you convinced that he was the one you could trust?

“Will you be at the golf meet?”

His question snapped you out of it and you blinked.

“You mean the Country Club’s season opening?” you asked, “Everyone will be there.”

His lips quirked up, a dangerous look in his eyes that told you he was up to something that you could not wait to find out about.

“Good,” he replied, winking at you, “Then I’ll see you then. Wear a skirt for me, will you?”

And that’s how Boba Fett left you standing in the grocery aisle with nothing but your half-empty basket and drenched panties.

*

“Girls, come on!” Your mother rushed you out of the SUV, “We don’t want to keep the gentlemen waiting, now do we?”

Your eyes hurt from resisting rolling them back. You knew she meant well; she always did. The season opening at the golf club was one of the events she was most excited about and you could not really blame her for it. It was when everyone got together for the summer and she reunited with her friends who spent the winter months in warmer places.

Like Florida, or some shit.

And now not only would she get to see her friends again, she also got to parade around her wonderfully accomplished daughter, who was set to marry next summer. This would be the topic of conversation for the week, you knew.

“Oh, you look hot!” Tiffany exclaimed, her eyes landing on your hemline, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something this short.”

Because mom would have killed us if I turned up at the country club like that 2 years ago, you wanted to say. But all that got out was, “Uh, thanks.”

You and your sister always had a difficult relationship. Although difficult might be too strong a word. You had had a good relationship growing up, and even now, you were fond of her, happy for her. But life had sent you in different directions and it was hard to see someone you loved set priorities so different from your own and somehow accomplish it all while you still felt like you had to keep up with life’s pace.

Quickly shaking your head, you tried to clear out any self-doubt. This was not what you were here for. You were here to have fun and find your own path in life to forge through.

It was a busy day at the club, large groups of people had already formed in the foyer and yet you spotted him immediately. He was dressed in a dark green polo shirt that hugged his barrel chest and dark pants that emphasised his strong thighs.

“Hi,” you greeted him breathlessly.

“Hi there, princess,” he said right back, “Have you thought about our last conversation?”

I have thought about nothing else.

“A bit,” you shrugged your shoulder but Boba’s wicked grin told you he knew the truth.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” he winked before glancing behind you, “Though perhaps I will go and find some refreshment down the hallway there.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you nodded, your ears growing hot when you caught his meaning, “See you then.”

His arm brushed against yours as he passed you and your eyes followed him through the throngs of people to the dark hallway that led to some of the seasonal decorations. No one would be there at this time of the year. No one but you two.

You forced yourself to wait two minutes before following him. Two minutes in which you listened to the conversations around you with half a mind. The Bondettes had gotten a new yacht, Mr George from down the road had divorced his fourth wife and had found his fifth while spending his winter in Monaco. The Joneses were expecting their second child and had already despaired because the preschool of their choice had a waiting list. And, of course, your sister was getting married.

That was the cue for you to sneak to where Boba had already gone.

The hallways were clad in a dark wood, discrete doors leading to storage rooms, offices and the staff bathrooms.

Just as you had expected, he was there. Waiting for you.

“Are you nervous?”

You took a moment to check in with yourself now that you were here. Now that you knew his offer had been real.

“Not really,” you answered truthfully, “Just about … people being here.”

“This really is just for you to try if you want to,” Boba clarified, “You do not have to do it if you’re uncomfortable.”

His hand disappeared into his pockets and returned with two things set in his palm. Breath rushed out of your lungs as you took it in. One clearly was a butt plug, small and silver with a little jewel at the end. It was pretty. And you wanted him to call you pretty, too, when he saw it nestled inside you. The heat in your cheeks made you avert your eyes for a moment before settling on the other item.

“It’s a Lush Vibe,” Boba explained, no hesitancy in his voice, “It’s remote-controlled, so if it’s inside you, I can control it.”

“Oh,” you looked at it with wide eyes.

“I bet if I asked you to bend over, you would do just that, wouldn't you, darling?"

You nodded, swallowing heavily at the thought of him touching you again.

“Now,” he rumbled, “Which one do you want to try today? Want me to stretch that pretty ass of yours? Or make your knees shake while you swing the club?”

Stars, the thoughts he put in your head made your entire body tingle. You regretted wearing the thing under your skirt, with how wet you were, you were sure that soon your thighs would be glistening with your arousal.

And nothing had even happened yet.

“Maybe both?” you bit your lip, “If that’s not too much?”

“Both it is,” he grinned, “Now bend over, princess, before anyone catches us.”

Never in your life would you have thought, you would have your cheeks pressed against the cold wood of the panelled hallway while a man old enough to be your father flipped your golf skirt over your ass, exposing you to the cool air.

The rumblings of the conversations in the foyer grew louder; a new group must have arrived, and you closed your eyes, pretending it was only you and him in a perfectly private space.

Cool metal brushed over your bottom lip. “Open your mouth and suck on this for me,” he instructed you, “Be a good girl.”

The metal tasted clean and you swirled your tongue around it. You liked this, having something to do while you felt his fingers swipe through your wetness. Your thighs clenched and you sucked harder, making sure to coat the plug in as much wetness as you thought necessary.

“Stars, this turns you on, hm?” he asked you, one finger hooking in the gusset of your panties and pulling them aside, “You are going to be so much fun to play with.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt one of his fingers brushing over your clit. “Relax for me, princess,” he murmured, “We’re gonna have to fill both your holes, after all.”

You wanted to tell him that you were going to explode if he did not fill you within the next five minutes but your mouth was busy holding the butt plug that would be inside you soon enough. That realisation alone made your walls clench.

That was the moment he chose to carefully push the toy inside you. You inhaled sharply, forcing yourself to relax and not think about the dozens of people just a few steps away as he stretched you. You were so wet, it just slipped right in, putting immediate pressure on a place inside you that made you squirm. And when Boba played with it – repositioned it – you could not help the whine in your throat.

“Look so pretty like this,” his large palm squeezed your ass check, pulling it a bit to the side and opening you up to him even more, “And you are going to look even prettier with a jewel nestled right here,” his finger tip landed on your puckered hole and you gasped, almost dropping the plug from your mouth.

But Boba’s other hand was right there, gripping the end and pulling it from your lips. You stayed in position, bent over against the wall, the back of your thighs pressed against his legs.

“What’s that?” you asked when you heard a wet sound.

“Lube,” he explained, “’m not going to let you stretch your little asshole without the proper prep.”

The toy came to life and you flinched when you felt the coldness against your other hole.

“Relax, princess,” he murmured against your ear and you breathed deeply again, trying not to lose your mind at the pleasure of the vibration. You could feel the pressure increasing and so did the vibration and with one push and a gasp, you felt a fullness you had never felt before.

“How are you feeling?” Boba asked you, his hands smoothing over your skirt that was now back in its proper place.

You straightened up slowly, feeling like it was the most obvious thing in the world at what was happening, but when you looked down at yourself, nothing was out of place. Except for the low buzzing in your pussy and the metal in your ass.

“Great,” you breathed out, beaming at the older man, “I feel great.”

*

“Are you okay?” your mother asked you for the fifth time in two hours. “You look a bit flustered.”

You forced yourself to smile, which probably came off more as a grimace as you made the walk to the cooler with the drinks. How were you supposed to answer that when your walls were clenching around a vibrator inside you? A vibrator that had just switched to the most infuriating pattern, getting you closer and closer to your release, before stopping, leaving you drenched and empty.

“I’m fine,” you waved her off, gulping down some water, “The heat must be getting to me.”

As you shifted your stance, so did the plug and you suppressed a whimper. A frantic glance around told you that no one was paying attention to you other than your mother and the man who had put you in this position in the first place.

“It really is quite the weather,” Boba commented, nodding to where you had just failed attempt at getting the golf ball anywhere nearer the flag. “Maybe you need something to drink? Stay hydrated in this heat.”

You managed a genuine smile, trying to overplay the humiliation you felt. Golf had never been your strong suit, and as soon as you had been old enough to ask your parents to take you out of the golf training courses, you had done so. They had not protested one bit, which in hindsight you were grateful for, but you now suffered the consequences as everybody and their plus one swung the club like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You just destroyed the beautifully cared-for lawn.

“Don’t worry, Mr Fett,” your sister says easily from her spot beside Jeff and Mrs Limone, “My sister never had a knack for anything fitness related, it is not a failure on your part.”

Embarrassment flashed through you and you wondered why it stung more than usual. Maybe because this man was currently showing you a world of pleasure you had never experienced before and now he would realise that out of everyone here, you were the one least settled in life?

“Oh, come on now, Tiff,” your mother shook her head slightly, “You know as well as anyone that it’s hard to find a golf club in the city. People have different priorities.”

And your priorities had led you straight back to living with your parents.

A low buzzing made you tense and you clenched your thighs, taking in a deep breath. If you just did not move a muscle, no one could possibly notice what was happening. And maybe, if you didn’t move a muscle, Boba would let you ride out this wave of pleasure at least.

“Let’s try again,” the man in question said, standing before you, a twinkle in his eyes, “I can show you.”

With everyone looking at you now, there was no way you could refuse. You could try, perhaps, but you knew their well-meaning encouragement could only result in you trying your luck again, anyway. And so, you did.

“All right, stand here, feet shoulder-width apart,” he instructed you, grabbing a club from the caddie. You did your best to mimic the stance you had seen everyone take when it had been their turn. Your holes clenching around the toys made it a bit harder than you anticipated.

That was when he stood right behind you, his front pressed against your back. You swallowed back a gasp, your cheeks heating treacherously at the thought that only a few layers of fabric were separating you now.

“Relax your knees,” he instructed you, his hands lightly settling on your hips. You inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to press back against him. “Now, grip the club here and here,” his fingers indicated two places and you did your best to do as he said.

“Good girl,” he rumbled in your ear, quiet enough that no one else could hear, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I can’t focus,” you murmured, tightening your grip, “Like – Like everything is happening all at once and I cannot focus on one thing.”

He clicked his tongue. “Poor thing. Having both your pussy and ass filled and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“Maybe it is time you get your reward,” Boba murmured in your ear, his breath brushing over your ear as his arms wrapped around yours, his hands landing over yours on the club, “Maybe it is time you get to focus on just pleasure, hm?”

Stars, yes, please, was all you thought. But no words left you, too focused on keeping the trembling in your knees at bay as the vibrator continued to buzz away. How no one noticed what was going on with you, you did not know.

 “All I can think about is how needy your little pussy must be right now,” he whispered, “And I don’t think I can wait until all this is over to get a feel. Can you?”

You shuddered out a breath, letting his arms take the lead. “Do you want to wait?” he asked you again and although you could not see him, you could hear the teasing grin in his voice.

“No,” you gasped out, “Don’t make me wait, Boba, please.”

Boba swung the club with your arms and you looked on, stunned, as the ball flew into the distance.

“Oh, my stars!” your sister exclaimed from behind you, the surprise clear, “You actually did it!”

Before you turned around, Boba gripped your hip. “Follow my lead, princess,” he instructed you and you nodded, watching on as he faced the others, who all looked just as surprised as you were.

“She really does look unwell,” Boba put his hand on your upper back, ever the concerned neighbour, “How about you go ahead and I will get her to a bit of shade?”

That seemed to get Tiffany in a better mood. Faintly, you thought she was probably relieved that you would no longer hold up the progress of the group. “It’s okay,” she reassured you, her hand never letting go of Jeff’s, “You were never the sporty one. We can all meet up at the luncheon, anyway!”

Who refers to lunch as luncheon, you thought, before managing a weak smile.

One advantage of trying to cover up the onslaught of pleasure was that you really did look unwell. Your legs were trembling, your breath came shorter and your mind was completely muddled.

You chanced a glance at Boba, who had perfected the worried, yet carefully neutral look on his face. The group prepared to move to the next hole as Boba led you to the golf cart that was just for the two of you. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand, “Just a few more steps.”

“I hate you,” you hissed, flinching when the vibrations came back even stronger.

He laughed. “Hate me because I put you in this mess or hate me because currently nothing is buzzing away inside that pretty pussy?”

Your cheeks flared and you remained silent.

“I thought so,” he murmured teasingly, “Now be a good girl and wait for your reward.”

That had you perk up. Reward?

Immediate images of him filling you with his cock popped up in your brain, of his mouth on your chest, his fingers in your mouth, his voice in your ears telling you what a good girl you were for him.

The pleather of the golf cart was sticky from the heat and you shifted, finally allowing yourself to take the deep breaths you had avoided around your family.

The bumping of the golf cart along the course did not particularly help to minimise the wet patch between your thighs. Behind you, you could hear the group gathering to make their way to the next hole, laughter and chatter sounding over the low rumble of the cart. You tried your hardest to focus on the sight of his strong hands on the wheel, imagining what they would finally feel like on your body.

Boba did not say another word but when one hand landed on your bare thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt, you knew he was just as desperate as you were.

The drive was silent and you were happy (and relieved) to see that a majority of the visitors must have interrupted their run along the course in favour of the luncheon at the country club. Which meant that as soon as Boba stopped the cart at the edge of the green where the thick forest separated the course from the highway, you were completely out of sight from anyone.

Finally.

Ever the gentleman, he helped you out of the cart and you smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. All day, you had hoped for some moment alone with him. And now that it was here, you didn’t know what to do.

But your worries were unfounded because as soon as your feet were on the ground, the older man pulled you against him and kissed you. His lips were a bit dry, but still soft against yours, and you could feel the stubble on his jaw brushing against your sensitive skin. You melted into him instantly, letting him take the lead as the slow kiss started to turn into something more.

His body was hard under your hands and you relished in running your hands over his broad shoulders, down his chest until they landed on his belt.

Boba laughed into your kiss, “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate, princess. But I am the one in charge, remember?”

You pouted and he pressed a quick kiss to your bottom lip. He took your hand and pushed it lower, making you feel the bulge in his pants. You had had your suspicions about his size (maybe even dreams about it, if you were honest) ever since your first encounter. But the confirmation that holy shit Boba Fett was packing gave you the best thrill.

He led you behind one of the bigger trees, the shadows immediately cooling you down a few degrees, though that did not eliminate the burning in your cheeks.

“Do you want me to tell you what I have planned for you or do you want it to be a surprise?” he asked you between kisses, and you smiled when he nipped at your bottom lip, “It’s your choice, princess.”

“Tell me,” you whispered, arching your body against his when your back landed against the tree bark, “I want to know.”

His eyes were dark and you could feel the mess between your thighs get even wetter. “First of all,” his hand disappeared in his pocket before coming up with his phone, “I am going to give you. And while I am doing that, I think I’m gonna play with that pretty little plug until you come all over my hand. Sound good?”

All you could do was nod; the anticipation having stolen all air from your lungs.

“Turn around for me, darling, and can you lift up your skirt for me?”

You did as he said and with a bit of fumbling, you managed to tuck the hem of your skirt into your waistband, effectively freeing yourself to his gaze and touch. His body immediately pressed against your back, his bulge pressing against your ass.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking there in a way that your eyes roll back.

And then he switched the vibrator back on.

Your startled moan was muffled by his hand on your mouth and now you could hear the buzzing between your legs as well. “Don’t want everybody to hear what a slut you are for me right now, hm?” he teased you and you nodded, gasping out breaths as you rested your weight against the tree. There was no way your legs could carry you right now.

“You’re such a pretty mess for me,” he praised you, his hand slowly leaving your mouth and wandering down, squeezing your tit, your hip, before dipping between your thighs. The first contact he made with your wetness had your ears burning, “It’s adorable how much of a slut for me you are”

All day, you were so used to the vibrations picking up, riling you up, and then stopping. But now they didn’t stop, they just kept going and going, hurling you towards the edge. Your thoughts were so clouded from pleasure, you did not feel his fingers on the plug until he was slowly pulling it out of you.

“How does it feel?” he asked you, holding the plug with the widest part stretching you, “To be played with like this?”

“F-fuck,” you cursed as the orgasm crushed over you. You rested your forehead against the tree, closing your eyes as you finally felt the pleasure that had been building up all day.

Boba just chuckled, the sound so close to your ear he might as well be in your head. “That good, huh?”

His fingers kept moving, gently pushing and pulling the plug while the vibrations kept going. “Bet you don’t want anyone seeing you like this, huh?” he asked nonchalantly, “All fucked out in public by a man old enough to be your dad.”

“B-Boba,” you gasped, feeling another peak fast approaching, “Boba, I’m –“

“I know,” he interrupted you, “Keep coming for me, princess. Don’t fight it.”

And you didn’t. You let another wave rush over you, your walls clenching, your pussy dripping, your asshole gripping the plug he was teasing you with as you let out a near-silent gasp into the cool summer air.

“You’re so pretty for me,” Boba whispered, pressing kissed to your cheek and throat, “So fucking good to me, letting me take care of you the way you need.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought about wanting to please him. Of taking care of him. But two orgasms so close together, something you had never experienced before, had scrambled your brain and all you could do was lean there, feeling the vibration slowly die down.

“What are you thinking?”

“I – I want to take care of you,” you admitted, your chest still moving rapidly, “But I can’t move.”

“So polite,” Boba teased you, “always wanting to reciprocate.”

“So rude,” you teased him back, “Never letting me reciprocate.”

That got a laugh out of him and the sound made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“Believe me, one of these days I’ll invite you out to my house and you can suck my cock for as long as you want,” he murmured just as you could feel him moving behind you, closely followed by the clinking of the belt, “But forgive me if today I might just want to come inside you.”

“Inside me?” your walls clenched as if you hadn’t just endured two climaxes after another, “B-but the vibrator.”

“Don’t worry,” you could feel his pants shift, and then his cock was right there against you, and the vibe was pulled out of you, “We need something to keep the mess at bay, anyway.”

You did not know what he meant but you also did not care. Not when you felt him push inside you, his tip breaching your entrance and you gasped. You had thought he was big but to feel it was another matter entirely.

“Why – why aren’t you moving?”

“This? Oh, princess, the first time I fuck you won’t be out in the open,” he explained, “But the first time I come inside you? I can live with that.”

Oh, by the stars, he was just going to use you for his pleasure. The humiliation felt exhilarating and you clenched around him, hearing him growl at the sensation. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed and you could hear the slick sound of him stroking himself, “And I don’t think it’s just because your other hole is filled, is it? I think you tight little pussy just needed someone to fill her up.”

The filthy words made your heart race and you could feel yourself getting even wetter. “Please,” you choked out, “Please come inside me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he groaned, “You just know what to day, don’t you, princess? I might be the one in charge but you are the one who will always get what she wants.”

His movements sped up and you didn’t even get to the juicy part of your daydream (where he did exactly this and so much more on a daybed by the lakeshore) before you could feel him pulse inside you. He grunted and spilled himself inside you, the mess getting even wetter.

Before it could all run down your thighs, you felt the vibrator at your entrance again, slipping inside you as soon as Boba pulled out of you.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, gently pulling you to rest against his chest instead of the tree.

It was only then that you noticed the pressure indents on your palm and how your face had rested against the tree at a weird angle. Leaning upright against Boba felt like a good moment to reset. How was it that in less than a day, you had crossed off so many taboo wishes on your list and now you were leaning against this man, his come inside you while you were wearing both a vibrator and a butt plug? In public?

“That,” you said between heavy breaths, “was the sexiest thing I ever did.”

Boba’s hands held you by your hips, steadying you as he pressed kisses against your shoulder. “Think we can top that?”

You looked at him, searching his gaze for something to confirm the hope that was already budding in your chest. “Do you want to top that?” as what you asked instead of the question of Do you want to see me again? that burned on your tongue.

“I certainly know I want to keep doing this,” he said, “I want to see you again, help you with whatever else you want to explore and explore it with you. If you want, that is.”

How ironic that this man had done all of these filthy things to you, that his come was still inside you, and yet it was him stating that he wanted to spend more time with you that made your heart flutter like a butterfly.

You turned around to face him, his hand brushing over your back to have your skirt fall into place again, and put your hands on his chest.

The feeling you had the night after your first meeting came back. This optimism that you could do things. Your life was in your hands and if you wanted things, maybe you just needed to grasp the opportunities that presented themselves to you. And this, this was an opportunity you had never dreamed would be available to you.

“I would like that very much,” you smiled, watching his smile grow wider, “Seeing you again, I mean, and … and doing this.”

“Good,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you again, “Now, let’s get you to this luncheon, hm? Gotta get some food and water in you before you collapse from the heat.”

“From the heat?” you gasped in mock-horror, “Haven’t you heard that it is clearly from me being untalented in all things sports-related?”

“Well, it certainly isn’t because of the toys in you, is it?” he winked back and you both laughed.

And suddenly, the thought of going back to the group didn’t seem so bad anymore. Not when you had this man by your side.

(And his come inside you.)

[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Magdalena ~ Sunday

I really didn't enjoy this move but when is a move ever enjoyed? It's not the physical aspect of it since thanks to papa I was able to hire movers for more of the heavy stuff and most of the boxes but just the emotional aspect of it all. I'm moving away from family, all of it, and out here on my own. It's a lot on my shoulders suddenly and I'm not quite sure if I'll be ready to deal with it, but I suppose I must.

I must thank my dad for all he's doing for me though because even though he's family, even though he's my actual dad and is supposed to be there for me, he doesn't have to. Never take your loved ones for granted.

As for mama, I'm sure she means well but she does have a funny way of showing it and by funny I mean not at all amusing.

I pull out the tape so eager to seal it. This is a box filled with journals and notebooks that I wouldn't dare to read ever again but I also couldn't dare to throw them away. It was filled with dreams and passions and doodles and silly poems to my high school crush and my concerns and my worries and...my everything.

When I took a look around the house I was greeted by how empty it all is. The clutter of a family gone, the laughter and memories of it all just...gone. The absence of my sisters brush lying around or worrying about having to trip on one of my brothers balls. I remember bruising my elbow one time thanks to him and I can't believe I'll miss even that. I'll especially miss mama's specially framed Acevado's piece, she always bragged about how she met the famed artist, any guest would be forced to hear the story. This place is nice but who knows if it will ever feel like home?

Papa of course is right in the end, dreams are fine to chase, good to chase even, but I can't lose who I am in the chase. Papa has some experience with it and I wonder if him never achieving his dream is why he's always completely supported mines? He sees the passion I have for acting and just wants to encourage it. Papa once got fired for attending my first play. Sure, he was working a crappy job at the time and they did him a favor but I hope one day he'll be there at my first movie premier and we can step out of a limo and walk the red carpet of my success.

Maybe then too I'll be able to help his dreams?

Papa will be here for most of the week thankfully and then it is back to La Ciudad for him. I'll miss the place surely but life is all about changes and how one deals with them and living alone brings forth a whole host of new challenges. Like cooking for yourself.

Ahem, like cooking for yourself and trying not to burn down your new home and your hopes and dreams along with it. No no no! I did not beg and plead for papa's retirement simoleons to see it all go up in smoke and flames!

So, that might not be the best of signs, to be sure, but all I can do is move forward. Clean up the mess and put another bun in the oven, that bun being metaphorical.

If I'm going to launch my acting career I'll have to be pro-active. There are thousands of women like me who flee to this city hoping against hope that luck and talent will collide to create a star but sometimes that collision creates a black hole instead and they find themselves living in a tent under a freeway. Harsh, but that's reality.

Some dream too big. They flick their hair and give their best smiles and think looking good is good enough, but not me. I'll start at the bottom and I'll earn every bit of respect I am given.

I have applied for two auditions tomorrow. One for a laundry detergent commercial and one for a music video? If I get one I'll have my foot in the door and something to put on my empty resume.

Booking the audition is just the first step, the second step will be preparing for it. That means looking at myself in the mirror and reading scripts I've memorized and just working on my speech. I am thankful that I am bilingual, my Selvadoradean is natively spoken but my Simlish is not too far behind. Since I've always known I wanted to be an actress I did understand that the more languages I can speak the better.

I still have to eat though and while breadsticks might have been a little too much for me I will settle for a very plain grilled cheese sandwich. Easy and tasty enough to do for now.

I might not have the best relationship with mama but I miss her home cooked meals already.

If it were not for acting I do think I'd be a chef! You'd think an aspiring actress like myself would be a film or TV buff but nooope. I spend most of my time watching cooking shows. They are just kind of relaxing and maybe I'll learn not to burn the place down watching them?

Any ways! Wish me luck for my auditions tomorrow! Don't tell me to break a leg because I'm pretty sure I need those!

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Day thirteen - Jerry group part 2/2

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Yasmine: Wow! I was confident even though I really didn't expect to win, but I'm really happy to get more time getting to know Deanna

Jerrica: *squeals* Yes!!! I can't believe I won. But now I guess that means I have to go on the date?

Yasmine: Yeah....

Jerrica: I am super happy! It's just... the excitement is making me nervous. And not the cute bumbling romantic nervous, the "I might throw up on you" nervous

Yasmine: Take deep breaths, you'll be fine

Solo dates were two hours long. Deanna arranged for a beach trip and made some ice cream as a snack. She then did one friendly and one romantic interaction. The rest of the date was whatever happened autonomously.

Yasmine is happy to be at the beach and keen to comb for trash! But sadly you can't beachcomb while eating ice cream so they'll have to start with talking and listening to some alternative music.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Yasmine: I didn’t like having to sit still and being holed up inside, so I didn't enjoy school. The only thing I enjoyed about it was recess

Deanna: *laughing* You wouldn't be alone in that view I'm sure

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Yasmine: I wanted to be a superhero, but since I couldn’t be that, a spy was the closest thing. I wanted to save the world

Deanna: Aww that's so sweet. Makes mine sound stupid. I kind of wanted to be a pirate

Yasmine: *laughs* I like that. Pirates could be outside all the time and be dirty while also discovering new places and treasures with their friends

Deanna: You know you are so right

Deanna: So I have a bunch of weird childhood memories. How about you?

Yasmine: I had a pet fruit fly named Frances and I cried when they passed away. Who knew fruit flies had such short lifespans? Not me at the time, but they taught me to enjoy what time on earth I have left

Deanna: That went from odd to tragic to sweet

Yasmine: *laughing* I'm the full experience

Jerrica is ambivalent about the beach. While it might be good to sit and read she's still nervous. The brain freeze from the ice cream doesn't help... but the fact that Deanna also likes hip hop music might!

Deanna: I would not have guessed you liked hip hop

Jerrica: *straight face* My wardrobe doesn't scream hip hop? I knew I shouldn't have left all my gold chains at home

Awkward silence before the pair burst into laughter.

Jerrica: Okay okay but hip hop is basically poetry set to music. I'm a bookworm, of course I'm going to love that

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Jerrica: Yes, I enjoyed reading stories and lunch most

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Jerrica: I wanted to be president of the country, until I realized how much work that would take

Deanna: I don't know... Some presidents nowadays delegate a heck of a lot

Jerrica: Maybe, but not the good ones. I scaled back a little after that

Deanna: Alright now don't laugh but... I may have wanted to be a pirate

Jerrica: Pirates are cool, although I'm not sure how you could write that on a resume? Deanna York, fearsome captain and epic swashbuckler

Deanna: Deanna York, here to steal your booty

The pair erupted into laughter again.

Jerrica: My favorite memory is my 12th birthday. My brother and I had a joint birthday party and had so many friends there to play games. We had a huge chocolate cake, and I got a new bike. It was such a fun carefree day

Deanna: I love that you could still have good birthdays as a twin

Jerrica: *smiles* They weren't all great but 12 was a special one

Deanna: What are you doing?

Jerrica: Now that the others aren't around I want to see if I can do a sit up. How hard can they be

Deanna: Please don't hurt yourself, it's not worth it

When everyone was back at the villa contestants had three hours of skill gaining time. Room doors were locked and autonomy turned off to give everyone a fair go.

Logic was the top choice for skill time! Quetzalli, Cassiel and Jerrica all chose to study up. Harmony and Yasmine both opted for comedy, Harmony researched jokes online while Yasmine read a comedy book. Posy decided it was maybe time she worked on her charisma.

Devin: Spill, how were the dates

Deanna: Nice. I am glad Yasmine didn't rope me into combing for trash the whole time

Devin: And what about Jerrica? A little birdy told me you seemed smitten

Deanna: *blushes* Yes I'm a bit smitten

Devin (voiceover): And how do you feel about that date?

Jerrica (voiceover): *blushes and smiles* I didn't need to be so nervous, she's wonderful

Devin (voiceover): Would you say you feel smitten after that date

Jerrica (voiceover): *looks down bashfully* Smitten and deeper in love, all the things

When skill time was over room doors were unlocked, autonomy was put back to full, and contestants were instructed to eat dinner. Needs decay had been on the whole day. Deanna was not instructed to talk to anyone so interactions happened autonomously, she was also locked out of rooms so she would be available for contestants to interact with.

While everyone began to sit at the large table once Harmony appeared Deanna stood up so she could talk to her. While the rest of the contestants bonded over the meal Deanna and Harmony sat at the kitchen island to chat.

It was a long day but Posy was determined to get some time talking to Deanna before it was all finished. Sleep claimed the rest of the household fast, Jerrica once again napping in the pool and Harmony crashing on a sofa before she could reach a bedroom.

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The Dream au gift part 3!

So at some point in this part, a character will 'make a face', obviously whatever face you think is valid, but it was in fact an accident on my part and I decided it could stay cause I imagined the character making that face and thought 'yeah he would'. But such a face is not one I can describe easily, so feel free to send your best pictures/memes of faces you thought of! And check out the dream au tag!

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John Dory drops from the vents in a roll, the empty room so much larger than himself somehow feels stifling all the same. He finds an empty perfume glass, though it doesn’t smell like perfume, rather he sees speckles of familiar stomach churning glittery red and a smell he can only describe as suffering. 

There's no sign of Floyd. 

A shadow falls over him, not unlike the nightmare that the tree was, he sees a hand- giant and quick- reaching towards him. He has seconds to react, to dodge and run and get back into the vent, blood rushing in his ears too loud to catch whatever the giant screeches. Huddled in the vents, hair surrounding him, he makes no sound as he waits the giants out. Always hide. They can catch you if they can see you.

“Find him! The rage dome is around the corner and we need his talent!” 

John doesn’t stick around to hear the rest. His brother wasn’t here. 

But maybe… maybe he was somewhere else, maybe they all were. 

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It started as a mostly normal day. 

Sure there was that strange critter that definitely got eaten by another, but Clay was putting it behind him thank you very much. 

So as night crawled closer, and their little colony settled into their normal nighttime routine, he was ready to chalk up that uneasy feeling in his gut to a bad milkshake. Of course, that is always when the universe decides to mess with him. 

A scout issues the warning noise for approaching unknowns, and Viva issues the camo and ready defenses response call. The course is dark and silent, and Clay can make out what sounds like voices and wooden wheels on the overgrown path that might have once been a road. Rarely do they get anything more dangerous than a large critter, to hear an… argument? It has them all on edge. 

He ushers the younger Trolls further into their hidey hole, hears Viva’s scary clown voice begin, and waits for any sign they’ll need to activate the rest of their defenses. 

“-Trolls?” 

His ears flicker, the clown shuts down, he heads out of hiding cautiously. 

Viva is talking with two Trolls. One with hooved feet and red hair, a scruffy stressed face, and the other bright pink and more familiar features. Behind them is a shorter troll who looks akin to the taller, and three more behind him. Despite the oddness of three of them, his eyes are drawn to the one eyeing the course with a tense line to his shoulders. 

There's something about him, and the feeling of familiarity only grows the closer he gets. When their eyes meet, despite how different he looks from his memory, Clay knows. 

“Baby Branch?”  

But his little brother does not light up and smile that joyous smile, 

“Just Branch.” And gosh doesn't he sound so different too, what happened to that little boy he knew? 

“You okay Branch?” The other Troll, the Pink one, slips her paw into his, a worried look on her face. 

The softness that enters his eyes, that blue shine it had lacked just a moment ago, tells Clay all he needs to know about who this is to his brother. 

“Yeah Poppy.” He turns back to Clay, a guarded look about him, “We just found the wrong brother is all.” 

Her own eyes are intense as she turns to him, and he knows he’s seen that look somewhere before,

“Hi, I’m Poppy.” Despite her cheery tone, there's an underlying hardness to it, “We’re here looking for Floyd, his boyfriend hasn’t seen him in months and he’s been worried sick. Don’t suppose you’ve seen him?” 

It's a lot to take in, he finds himself blinking several times, 

“Floyd’s… missing?” 

“News to me too.” Branch confirms, “Since I thought you all were dead, or at least dead to me.” He shrugs, ignoring Poppy’s light smack in admonishment, though Clay thinks it was more for show than anything. 

“He’s… he’s not here. I haven’t seen him since… Does this mean you guys made it through the tunnels??” 

Branch’s brow furrows and a million emotions flash through his eyes, Poppy is the one that answers,

“Floyd wasn’t part of the Escape…” Hesitant as she gauges Branch’s mood. 

“But… He was with you and Grandma..”

“I haven’t seen any of you since that night.” Branch finally says, shoulders slumping, “We were following a flying critter of some kind, Dickory says it usually stays around giants, so we were hoping it would lead us to some.” 

“Giants?” Clays voice lowers, “Do you mean Bergens?” 

“Oh no, not at all! We’ve established peace with the Bergens now! I’m best friends with the future Queen.” Poppy’s bright tone is met with silence, several Putt Putts have already rolled away to hide, a child is crying he thinks. 

“So… he was taken by different giants…?” 

“It's a long story.” 

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“This guy?” Clay jerks a thumb where Hickory is still talking with Viva, an incredulous curve to his brows.

Branch nods, his own face betraying his astonishment. 

Hickory wasn’t a bad dude, despite the whole… thing that happened a few months ago, but it was still weird to learn of his previously thought dead brothers love life before he even knew about his life life. And Poppy mentioned something about the whole, siblings teasing each other's relationships? But he’s not 100% sure about all that either. 

Mostly Branch was just trying to ignore the hole in his heart in favor of actually finding his brother, he could deal with everything else later. 

“So, what's our next lead?” Barb sidles up beside them awkwardly, Poppy joining the two yodelers and Putt Putt leader. 

“There's only so many Giants within the area of the Kingdoms.” Branch points out, to which the Queen nods her agreement, Clay giving a tight-lipped, lost look but motioning for him to continue anyway, “I doubt it was Bergens, Gristle has warned the other settlements and it's kinda hard to miss them. So we just find the next closest one?” Branch ends it on a question, he’s not well versed in ALL giants, honestly he's just well versed in fighting things bigger than himself, but he’s still learning about the other Troll Tribes, he hasn't gotten around to other races yet. 

“I mean I guess that's fair…” Barb pulls a map from her bag, the updated ones the Funk Trolls had worked on, “I guess it would be this mountain thing over here.” 

Clay and Branch look over her shoulders, seeing the strange mountain labeled Rageous. It's not far considering, but far enough to remain unseen in their adventures. 

“Rageous sounds dangerous-” Clay pauses, a face made at his own semi rhyme, “But what would they want with a Troll?” 

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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 13

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

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word count: 1,196

content: long awaited reunions, mentions of death, tears, heavy emotions, fluff 🥰

A certain warmth filled the Burrow that only Christmastime could bring out, but even so, as you stepped foot into the sitting area of the home, you couldn’t help but shudder when you remembered what happened last time you were there. Your mind flashed back to the searing pain that scorched your body, but you tried to shake the thoughts away and focus on your immediate environment. So, as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you smelled the delicious scent of baking apple pie and the tension left your shoulders as the air left your lungs once more. 

When you opened your eyes and looked around again, you saw Mrs. Weasley and made eye contact, giving a small wave in greeting. “Oh it’s so good to see you dear!” she cried as she made her way over and embraced you in a way only a mother could, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. 

“It’s good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley,” you replied, your voice nearly breaking as you relaxed into the motherly hug. 

“Oh, no need to be so formal! You’re going to be married to George soon enough, Molly is just fine my dear!” she said as she pulled away, her hands on your shoulders as she took you in for the first time in sixteen months. “Did New York treat you well?”

“It certainly did! I learned a lot! Got one of my dream musical roles, wrote and directed a play, and I got noticed by Broadway and West End recruiters! We may not have ended up there for the best of reasons, but I gained a lot out of it,” you detailed with a broad smile on your lips. 

After asking George to get the pair of you a spot on one of the couches before they were taken by the many guests starting to arrive, you offered your heartfelt condolences to Molly for Fred’s passing, earning a tearful embrace in return as you both shed a few tears in Fred’s memory. Of course without Fred’s boisterous presence, there was a glaringly obvious hole in his absence, but the sheer amount of guests invited over to the Burrow attempted to fill in. 

Along with the main Weasley family members and their spouses, the Grangers and your parents joined the celebration this year! Arthur sat in awed silence as he listened to your dad and Mr. Granger talk about dentistry of all things while your mum and Mrs. Granger did what they could to help Molly in the kitchen, both women admiring not only Molly’s cooking skills, but her magical prowess as well. 

While you sat on one of the couches cuddled up to George’s side, listening to Charlie recall one of his many tales working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, the door to the Burrow opened with a loud clatter. The harsh and cold wind had caught it as someone entered the home. Many heads turned to see who had entered and a slightly stunned silence filled the room as their eyes were met with the sight of Percy. You could tell that you weren't the only one shocked to see him for the holiday. 

“Oh Perce!” Molly cried as she made her way from the kitchen to embrace her son. 

“Happy Christmas, Mum,” he said, his voice muffled in her hair  as he somewhat awkwardly embraced her, the show of affection still not his strong suit despite his attempts to reconcile with his family since the war ended. 

“It’s good to see you, my boy!” Arthur called out as he stood to embrace his son as well. 

Despite the warm welcomes from Molly and Arthur indicating that Percy had been on the path to forgiveness in the last seven months, you visibly tensed when you saw him, the memories of your last Christmas here jumping to the forefront of your mind. George felt the tension in your muscles and began rubbing soothing patterns into your arm to calm you before telling you in a quiet voice, “I know you two got off to a rocky start, but can you try to give him a chance?” He paused for a moment before adding, “He’s been trying to do better since… He was there when Fred…” George cleared his throat when his voice broke, finishing quickly with, “‘Think he feels guilty, so he’s been real close with me. It’s been…nice actually.”

“Oh George,” you whispered, caressing his cheek before quickly kissing him. You gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks before nodding and saying, “I’ll give him another chance.”

“Thank you. That kind heart of yours is what I fell in love with,” George told you as the pair of you stood up and he guided you over to where his older brother stood, finally being released from Molly’s fussing over his travelling cloak. George cleared his throat to get Percy’s attention before saying, “Perce, I think it’s time you properly met my fiancee.” He pulled you close and told his brother your name, adding, “-and yes she’s a Muggle.”

Percy rolled his eyes good naturedly as he told George, “I have no qualms with that now that the two of you are engaged. Kingsley’s been making some progressive changes at the Ministry as you know.” He turned his attention toward you now, reaching out his hand for you to shake as he said, “I look forward to getting to know you throughout the evening.”

George couldn’t help his snort of a laugh at the words, telling his brother, “That has got to be the stiffest greeting I’ve ever heard.” At the sound of George’s laugh though, you couldn’t help but join in, giggling as you shook Percy’s hand, which in turn caused the notoriously serious man to crack a smile. 

The evening went on without a hitch. The meal was unsurprisingly stupendous, there was never a quiet moment as the house buzzed with the excitement of the holiday, and the Muggles introduced the White Elephant gift exchange.  This caused copious amounts of laughter, especially when a Muggle got a magical gift or vice versa. At the end of the gift exchange, George ended up with a blanket that looked like a tortilla, courtesy of your mum, and you ended up with a set of magic hair chalk from Ginny that changed colour with your mood. 

So, as the evening wound to a close and your hair chalk turned pink as you snuggled into George’s side, you felt like a new leaf had been turned over. Sure, there had been a lot of heartbreak over the last few weeks since New York, but you felt truly happy as you held your fiance close. When the memory charm Arthur had cast on you was in effect, you had always felt like there was a piece of you that was missing, and originally you attributed that to the fact that you had lost some sense of innocence with Evan’s betrayal. Now, you knew that the missing piece was George. And that piece that fell back into place when you found yourself back in his arms, and finally felt whole again. 

a/n: this one is short and sweet so i may upload another tomorrow! (also because my school was having “IT issues” for a few weeks and now we have to cram five weeks worth of coursework into three weeks so i don’t know how much online time i’ll have the next few weeks 😅) [or i may utilize the queue feature...]

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The Hole - Neli's Log Vol. 2

TW: Abuse, mentions of going long periods without eating, mentions of ED, blood, description of wounds, claustrophobia, insects

Overall just. Neli not having a good time.

Again, forgive me for any mistakes - english is not my first language and i am not proofreading this.

"...You know Neli, i found a new book some days ago...It was written on Earth."

"Really?"

As soon as she heard that, the kid's eyes sparkled - Sapphie always had a way with finding things, no matter how impossible it seemed, she was always the one to have it.

"Do you still have it?"

"I sure have, but you have to promise me to not tell Father."

"I won't!"

A smile appeared on the older woman's face, as she soon went to take a look at the pile of random junk in her room - it was a bit weird for Neli to see that, their rooms were already small, and Sapphie kept pilling them up with a bunch of things that seemed to have no purpose. She always said it was to preserve memories, but Neli didn't knew if she believed so fully.

"Here, found it."

She finally could hear Sapphie approaching again, the bandages in her eyes making it impossible for her to see how close the other woman was. The tattoos made in her eyes still hurt a lot, and Neli knew that even if she wanted, taking the bandages out would make the wounds worse.

"Do you want me to read that for you? It's a bit scary."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Sapphie, i'm 14! I can handle it!"

"Alright Miss Winner-...No need to get that angry with me."

Sapphie chuckled, knowing deep down Neli wasn't actually angry.

...

"So, who brought this here?"

Father's voice echoed in the room, at the table right in front of the twelve of them, that damn book - it had been what? One, two months since Sapphie showed it to her? Why was it a problem now?

Neli looked at Sapphie for a moment, she seemed nervous, although trying to look normal...Of course she would try so, everyone knew that one of the main rules of Eden Dreams was to not bring anything from the outside, especially something written by humans that weren't related to the school, and that punishment awaitened for whoever was found guilty of that.

Everyone kept quiet, not even looking at each other's eyes. It was as if everyone in there was too afraid of speaking and accidentaly incriminating themselves or someone close, and they also knew the main rule between them: snitches get stitches, everyone followed that rule...

...Almost everyone.

Like as if finally realizing something, Neli looked at Ylva, who, despite trying to maintain a serious face had a small grin at the corner of her mouth...Could it be? Had she been the one to tell Father about the book? No, it couldn't, she would never...

"...This was a test, and you all failed."

Father's voice took the girl out of her thoughts, making her look back at him, he seemed to have a small smile on his face again.

"I already know who brought this here...Sapphie, please follow me outside after everyone left...And thank you for telling me about that, Ylva."

Her eyes widened, she looked at Sapphie, who seemed to barely control her nervouness now. For a moment, Neli thought about doing something, but-

"W-Wait! SAPPHIE DIDN'T BRING IT HERE, I DID!"

Mirai's voice suddenly echoed in the room - she wasn't one to speak unless absolutely necessary, but to hear Father talking about taking her sister outside, to the hole of all places...It was too much, even for her.

"I-I found it in my last photoshoot and forgot it in Sapphie's room! She didn't e-even knew about that!"

For a moment, Neli thought she saw a semblant of surprise in Father's facade - before his normal smile finally came back...God, at times like these, it never meant something good.

"...Is that so? But still, your sister didn't take care of her room, and let it stay there for so long...You both go with me, then."

...

In all those years, Neli never knew what exactly was so scary about the hole. She had heard about him, had heard some snippets of conversation of the other girl's that involve it - but never enough for her to know what it was all about.

It was just a hole, and you just had to be good and not cause trouble for it to not be a problem, right? So why...

"Neli, care to explain to me what that is?"

"LIMITED EDITION! EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH NADOHAN - HOW LONG WILL THEIR LIGHT LAST?"

"LIMITED EDITION! AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH DAIAN - ROUND 1 FOR THE ROOKIE"

...Why were these magazines there? Magazines from the outside...That Neli didn't brought there.

Neli froze in place at Father's accusatory gaze, her breathing quickening as words got stuck in her throat - it was like for once, her voice box wasn't working anymore, although it had never failed before...Just what was this? What was this magazine?

Of course, she had talked with Nad and Daian before, they were her friends - at least she wanted them to be - but, there couldn't...There was no way. She didn't do it, she would never, Neli was never gonna bring something from the outside to inside her home, and she wanted to believe that Father knew so too - but his dissapointed expression showed it all - Father didn't actually care about what Neli said, because she was already guilty in his mind.

"I didn't bring it here! It wasn't me! I don't know how this got into my room!"

The words finally came out, with Neli talking even louder than normal, the desperation clear in her voice. She had ALWAYS been a good pet, a good human, a person who followed and that would have never betrayed the cult like that, no, she wasn't like that!

"Please Father, you have to believe me! I wouldn't do that, please, i-...Just hear me! I promise i-..."

The loud sound of the slap echoed through the room, followed by the burning sensation on her cheek. For a moment, Neli had to hold onto the table as to not fall back - but it wasn't necessary, as Father soon held her by her hair, making her look back at him.

"...You disappoint me so much, Neli."

...Disappointment...The last thing Neli wanted to be called...And there he was, calling her that for something that she hadn't done. This was what made her completely shut up - not the way her cheeks were still burning with pain, nor how he was now dragging her outside, and not even when she was thrown into that place - that damn hole.

...When you were thrown there, it seemed a lot deeper than from the outside, how deep did Father said it was? Five meters deep? She never knew how much five meters was, but, as her body finally hit the solid ground and she felt something break, Neli knew - five meters was way too much.

"...You are very important to me, Neli, so stay there for two weeks and think about what you did, right?"

...Two weeks? She couldn't stay there for two weeks! Neli couldn't move her arm, and the pain was excruciating, worse than anything, far worse than anything she had ever felt. She tried saying something, to scream apologies and to ask Father to take her out of there, even if it was only to check on her arm - but her voice box had broke from the impact, and even in the pitch black space, she could feel its small pieces in her legs, most probably giving her more injuries to take care when she finally got out of there.

The hole was tight, barely spacious enough for her to sit down - for sure Sapphie had a way worse time in here than her, considering how she was way taller than her. Neli could feel small insects in her legs, and some type of liquid on her skin...Was it rain water? Maybe her own blood? Again, it wasn't like she could check, and moving around there was way too hard, and she couldn't risk accidentaly getting into a position inside there she couldn't escape.

...Just two weeks, and it would all be fine.

...

"Neli? What happened? I thought you weren't gonna be scared."

Sapphie said, followed by a small laugh as she noticed Neli shuddering.

"...I'm not scared! It's just, this book-...It's worse than i thought...What was the name again?..."

"Dracula."

"Right! It's just...The idea of some creature being so happy with people suffering and from drinking their blood..."

"It's hard to think about, right?"

"It is! Why would someone think about that? Maybe...What if Dracula actually existed on Earth?"

Sapphie stopped, as if Neli actually said something to be thought about - they didn't had a lot of information about Earth before it was destroyed, so...

"...Maybe, but even if they did, the one in the book got killed at the end."

"...We didn't finish the book yet, Sapphie! Ugh, why did you spoil it already?"

...

It had already been five days - or that was what Neli thought at least. Her stomatch had stopped making sounds a long time ago, and the way light almost didn't come inside the hole made it hard to know what time of the day it was. Her dizziness made it hard for her to even focus on the pain on any part of her body - she could feel something crawling inside of one of the cuts in her leg, but it was hard taking it out in that tight space.

Luckily, it had rained yesterday, which gave some water for Neli to drink - of course, most of it had fallen with dirt in it, but it was better than nothing, and she was grateful that god had taken such pity in her to let her have some.

...Were the others worried about her? Father had mentioned before about a new collab between her and Daian, it should happen in five days, right? Or was it later? She couldn't really remember...Father most probably had cancelled it, or set another one of the girls to do the collab instead of her...Would Daian be mad at her for that? What would she tell him when she was finally out of punishment again?

It wasn't like Neli could tell him about that, no, it would be way too humiliating, it would make her seen more like an animal than anything, Neli could already hear what Daian would tell her: how she was dumb, ask her why she couldn't just obey Father like a good pet, why did she had to take these magazines there, and how she knew about the consequences...Even if she hadn't done that in the first place.

...

"Can i tell you a secret?"

"...Sure, what is it?"

Neli looked around for a second, as if making sure that both her and Nad were alone there, until she finally turned back to her friend.

"...Did you knew we had bloodsuckers on Earth?"

Nad raised an eyebrow, as if questioning if Neli was just sprouting some nonsense that her owner had told her or if she was joking...But the light in her eyes made Nad hesitate for a second.

"How are you so sure of that?"

Neli was waiting for her to ask that - finally, it would be her showing something new to Nad, not the opposite!

"I read in a book, Sapphie showed me that...A bloodsucker is a creature that poses as a human and that looks like one, but that feeds on human's blood and suffering...For what Sapphie told me, they look so much like humans to attract their prey and make them feel safe! Pretty cool, right?"

...Nad couldn't do anything but nod, despite the words being stuck in their throat.

"That's cool, Neli"

...

It had been already 10 days. Just 4 more and she would finally go back up. Most of her body had already gone numb from both pain and tiredness. It was hard to sleep in that place, a mix between the insects, how cold it was, and how much pain she was feeling, even with it so dumb at that point.

"Neli?"

For a moment, She thought she had heard things...But no. Using all her strength to look up, Neli could see the sillouette - Miss Amber...What was she doing there?

Neli tried to speak again, before being reminded of the broken voice box by the pain in her neck...Damn cut, had it gotten infected once again? Most probably. But still, even as the girl couldn't even answer the woman, it was as if Amber was just checking if she was awake.

"...I brought you something, i'm sorry i couldn't come earlier."

A pause.

"...You know how Father is when he is angry, he made sure to always keep a look nearby, and it's harder with Ylva around this place so much...Thankfully Father and her went to do that collab-"

...A collab? The one Neli was gonna do on that same day? Why had Ylva been chosen, out of everyone else? Her and Daian didn't had anything in common, of course, it could be a huge boost on her career, but-...

...Wait a second, Ylva...Ylva...Wasn't she in her room just some days ago before Father saw these magazines? Yes, she was...Wasn't she? Neli was sure of that, she could remember asking Ylva what she was doing there, how the other girl seemed to be grinning so much for no reason...Could it be, no-...But...That smile...

...It was the same smile she had when Sapphie was sent to the hole years ago.

"...I managed to get some food for you, it's not a lot, but i hope it helps-..."

Her focus finally went back to Amber as she felt something soft falling to her side, with Neli soon going to hold it with her good arm - bread, a bit stale and now dirty, but it was actual food.

...And Neli ate it as fast as she could, as if it was some delicious feast, just the smell of it making droll escape her mouth, tears escaping her eyes with how thankful she felt from this bit of kindness coming from the older woman.

...

"Neli, are you ok?"

As Vant asked her that, Neli couldn't help but look confused - that came a bit out of nowhere.

"Of course i am, Vant! Why wouldn't i be?"

"It's just that-..."

Vant paused, as if thinking about what she was going to ask, not wanting to be indelicate.

"You seem a bit...Weak."

Neli paused, well, she wasn't the first person to ask her that...Others frequently asked her the same, especially when she was fasting, but this was necessary! Oh, if Vant knew how much she had eaten days prior...

"...It's ok Vant, i'm gonna be fine! I've just been practicing a lot, so i look tired, haha!"

That same excuse Father had teached her to tell, one of the many, anything to not tell anyone directly how hungry she was, or how long it had been since she last ate - it was as Father said: some informations are confidential. And, even if Neli couldn't tell how much of that Vant believed, she would still try.

"And also, i'm already used to doing that, so i'm not feeling that weak!"

...

Holding onto the rope after those two weeks, Neli could barely have enough strength for that as she was pulled back from the hole. Finally landing outside, she grasped onto the grass, even as some ants crawled her face and how the grass itself tickled her face - she was finally out of that hole, she...She was free, she was...

"...Heavens, Neli, you look terrible...Poor thing..."

Father's voice echoed as he kneeled besides her, his hands went to touch her mattered hair, covered in dirt and only god knows why else - he cleaned it up afterwards. His voice was conforting, it always was, and it helped her focus, even as her mind told her to rest.

"...Please don't make me do that again, Neli...Do you know how much i suffer seeing you like that?...Seeing so dirty, wounded, so...So...Impure."

...Ah, she...Had made Father suffer, right?...Yes. It was her fault, this was all because of her. Even if Ylva had brought the magazines there, Neli hadn't been careful enough to lock her door, or to take a look around to find these before Father found them, she hadn't been careful, she had made so many mistakes, and this was her punishment - a punishment Father had to make her take...God, she was so selfish, to think about how much she was hurting when Father probably was feeling worse...

...The rest of that day was fuzzy - not only that day, but the entire weeks following it, spent in that infirmary, waiting for her wounds to get desinfected, for her broken bones to heal...

...Neli just hoped she didn't made the same mistake again, and that she didn't make anyone else suffer because of her stupidness.

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Tags: @alien-til-i-stage for Nad mention, @apple8ees for Daian mention, @ivanttakethis for Vant mention

Also for my american friends, 5 meters = 16.5ft more or less

[dnpoll]

my personal explanations below the cut!

also i scheduled this poll and i realised i forgot ARIANA GRANDE that's deep lore... GOD

muse: one of the things that dan and phil bonded over when they met each other - phil's favourite artist with his streams making it dan's top artist from 2014-2016. they have also seen muse at least five times! dan has played muse songs several times on the piano (specifically sunburn) + they did a lip sync video to muse for bbc radio. also they made fun of kristen stewart a lot when they were younger (they have since apologised and called her an iconic) and she was in twilight and muse supermassive black hole is famously in twilight so...

final fantasy vii: the soundtrack with interrupted by fireworks! dan said it reminded him of phil in a formspring answer <3 and that's all...

fall out boy: firstly "no but seriously imagine if:". secondly they have interviewed fob several times for the bbc! thirdly, specifically with pete wentz, he was dan's icon in his teenage years. he followed dan because of the interviews with him - he even prank called dan in call or delete. but as punishment in a best friend quiz video, phil tweeted "sometimes i dream about being one of the reindeer galloping through the sky with leather straps tying me to my friends mm yes carrots please" from dan's account - and pete wentz unfollowed fob. i am also convinced they think the milk fic is a petekey fic or something

the 1975: dan and phil called into the radio as fans when they were not hosting and the 1975 was there! dan said he was there with "his friend phil" and matty healy immediately recognised them as "dan and phil from the radio" despite them trying to be sneaky about it. dan also LOVED a brief inquiry into online relationships which he posted on his story and said he was "personally attacked by literally every song on the album". mm okay

my chemical romance: firstly "no but seriously imagine if". secondly dan specifically was/is a huge fan of mcr - although phil did sing welcome to the black parade (incorrectly) in a yasuhati video). mcr was also referenced in dan and anthony padilla's stop emo hate video, basically i'm gay and the dream daddy series, just to name a few (they g note a LOT). also hesitant alien featured in the tour of dan's brain video! gerard used to follow dan on twitter but doesn't anymore... beef?

panic! at the disco: firstly "no but seriously imagine if". also brendon and ryan are in the milk fic which they constantly reference. also there's a dnp edit with 57k views to house of memories

frank ocean: dan's top song in 2012 was "thinkin about you" by frank ocean which ppl talk abt a lot for many reasons. he also said his religion was frank ocean in 2016 LOL

troye sivan: YOUTUBE FRIENDS LOL - the iconic pic with dan, phil, troye and tyler! also dan and phil were the first people to play troye sivan's happy little pill on the radio, and are thus partially responsible for his success. troye sivan also led to chappell roan's success, so basically muse is responsible for chappell roan. troye also featured in a phil glasses video!

one direction: firstly, dnp interviewed them - a harrowing event that they outline in detail in tabinof. secondly, the iconic dan eating an orange picture behind a 1d concert. lastly, they talk about harry styles quite a bit - phil posed as him in a viewers pick my outfit, and of course the rotisserie chicken situation

nick jonas: hey buddy you in london #dick

smash mouth: more recent dan-based lore but mark (tour member) made an instagram story asking how to get all-star licensed. a phannie (royalsdnp on twt) then tweeted about it, and smash mouth (the twt account) saw it. dan then tweeted at the account asking for it, and it worked! smash mouth is now an official dannie, having tweeted orange for wad, and also offered the original demo for shrek to be used, saying it can maybe be for dan's next special. generally insane because dan has ofc always been a huge shrek fan as a part of his meme personality in the 2010s, even dressing up as him for a calendar

[howdomaddie]

on sora’s time in the sleeping worlds and coming to terms with other’s pain

so, i was recently rewatching a playthrough of the kingdom hearts series from a YT channel i particularly enjoy and had some thoughts when it came to dream drop distance. the player had quite a bit to say about the overall plot of that game, and that seems to fall in line with how i’ve seen a lot more people than i thought view DDD as well--that it’s not that great? i totally get being frustrated with the real organization shenanigans because the planned time travel was a bit much but…idk, i’ve never really been into KH for the villains and their schemes. DDD has always kind of been one of my favorites, so as i was rewatching this playthrough of it, i was thinking over why it gets the flack it does story-wise, and why i still think it’s good beyond that.

i’ve always loved riku’s arc, and i loved sora in DDD, but i was honestly “meh” on it until this current rewatch when i was thinking over it all again, and keeping in mind other things in the series better. and now i think i’ve cracked it--i figured out a nice little piece for why sora’s arc works, even if it’s subtle and possibly not fully intended.

and…bear with me here…but it’s partially because of re:coded

STAY WITH ME, I PROMISE I HAVE A POINT!!! it’s below the cut since this will be long, but hear me out: sora in DDD is going through the same things that data sora did in re:coded, and proving that he will always come to the same conclusion about how to handle the pain the others in his heart have gone through (maybe someone’s discussed all of this before, so sorry if i’m just rehashing a well-known point, but…wanted to share my thoughts, haha)

okay. so, in order to really talk about this, let’s revisit what are probably the most important sections of re:coded, and what they do well on a story-telling level.

in the last quarter or so of re:coded, data sora is brought back to help mickey and friends find the meaning of the second message that’s appeared in jiminy’s journal: “Their hurting will be mended when you return to end it.” data sora ends up arriving at an illusion of castle oblivion, and is goaded along by a data version of roxas to go deeper into the castle. this data roxas taunts him about how he’ll never remember the people he encounters in each part of the castle, poking and prodding data sora along through all the revisited worlds.

in one of the earliest rooms (destiny islands i think), data sora has a conversation with the data version of riku that has turned up. data riku shows him a vision of riku and kairi from the events of KH1. afterwards, data riku asks what data sora would have done if he’d known this. and data sora answers immediately:

[ ID: an image of data sora from kingdom hearts re:coded. he has a determined expression on his face, and his clenching his fist as a show of conviction. the subtitles read: "I would’ve helped you, of course. Both of you! I’d’ve figured out how to undo the hurt." End ID. ]

data riku seems pleased with this outcome, and he eventually goes on to say: “Just follow your heart, and you can change the lives of not one, but many.”

as data sora goes deeper into this version of castle oblivion, he only comes across more pain in his heart as he forgets the people he meets. he may forget the people themselves, but the doesn’t forget that he met someone as he goes through the castle.

[ ID: four images from kingdom hearts re:coded. data sora looks sad and pensive as he says this to data roxas, placing a hand over his heart: “But still, I’m frustrated that I’ve forgotten them. I feel moments of loneliness. You said there would be no hurt feelings, but I AM hurting. When the memories are gone, they just leave a hole. And having that longing inside me hurts.” End ID. ]

data roxas eventually confronts data sora about what he’s come to terms with in the castle: that some of that pain he’s feeling is what helps him connect with others, to truly empathize with them. data roxas sees this as a sign that data sora passed his test, to see if he could come to terms with the pain in the hearts he’s most closely connected to.

data namine soon confirms that the real sora carries around a lot of pain that isn’t his own inside his heart--and that he’s found a way to face the suffering all of these disparate parts of himself had to endure. he’s already equipped to face it and help those he’s met that have been lost.

something that i think i’ve come to appreciate more is that as he’s gotten older, sora has ended up becoming really emotionally intelligent. he’s an extremely empathetic character, and always has been. after all, he gave a piece of himself to someone to fix their broken heart when he was still an infant.

[ ID: an image from kingdom hearts birth by sleep. a four year old sora looks upset as he holds ventus’s heart in his hands and asks, “Are you sad?” ]

we all know that his empathy and ability to connect emotionally to others is kind of sora’s whole thing--his friends are his power! but it makes sense that sora’s able to face the pain and suffering characters like xion and ven went through because he is such an open and caring person.

what struck me as critical in all this as i was thinking over what sora goes through in DDD are the instructions namine gives for how to handle the pain of others that sora is holding onto.

[ ID: three screenshots of data namine and data sora from kingdom hearts re:coded. data namine explains to data sora: “There’s only one way to deal with that [pain]; you face it head-on and then you accept it. And if it happens that the hurt is too great for you to bear it alone, well, then you turn to a friend close to your heart.” End ID. ]

this is less a “do this thing for the first time” to me--it’s data namine reinforcing something that data sora (and the real sora by extension, obviously) already knows very well. there is strength to be found in the bonds you share, and that if you need it, you can always rely on the friends you’ve made. this was made apparent through the entire series but this serves as a reminder that yes, sora has been doing the best thing he can. he has remained true to his heart, and is willing to rely on those he cares about.

we know that being alone and only relying on yourself is not the best thing to do in the series--it’s part of what drives riku to darkness in KH1--so that’s why this is a reassurance that sora already knows how to face this sort of pain.

so. WHAT on earth does this have to do with dream drop distance, you might be asking. well, it all stems from the YT channel i was watching this series playthrough from. the channel is PlayFrame (highly recommend looking at their stuff!) and dan, the one playing through the series, had a good take on re:coded's story: he liked the general themes being played with at the end of re:coded, but was upset it was not happening to actual sora. and that sentiment stuck with me as i got to DDD in the series playthrough, and that’s the lens that i viewed sora’s side of the story through.

anyway. let’s dive (ha) in, shall we?

at the end of re:coded, king mickey writes that letter in a bottle that gets to sora in the post credits of KH2 to explain the revelations from the end of re:coded. sora knows now that he’s the thread that will save people like roxas and xion and aqua and ventus, and he knows what data namine was wanting him to eventually face.

at the start of DDD, sora is aware that he needs to face the pain of others that is currently residing in his heart and find a way to save those that have been lost. he is primed with that knowledge, and likely wants to face it the way data sora did.

why do i think this? well…it's in the true secret ending of BBS, first off. sora acknowledges the contents of the letter (likely mickey explaining re:coded and asking him and riku to meet with yen sid), and knows that he was shaped partially because of the BBS trio and the pain he has in his heart from others.

[ ID: screenshots from kingdom hearts birth by sleep of sora speaking to kairi on the destiny islands. he says, "I have to go. I am who I am...because of them." End ID. ]

i think that the mark of mastery exam in DDD was really a chance for sora and riku to do some self-reflection and consider what may or may not be holding them back from becoming classical keyblade masters. in BBS, master eraqus says this of the mark of mastery exam:

Today you will be examined for the Mark of Mastery. Not one but two of the Keyblade's chosen stand here as candidates...but this is neither a competition nor a battle for supremacy--not a test of wills, but a test of heart. [...] Remember, [ for Aqua and Terra's duel ] there are no winners, only truths, for when equal powers clash, their nature is revealed.

eraqus's words are admittedly more specific to the exam aqua and terra had, but the idea that what's being tested is the person's heart seems very relevant to sora and riku in dream drop distance. they both have a chance to reflect on themselves, and who they truly are.

we know how riku’s arc goes: he finally realizes that he does have the power to protect what matters to him, and that darkness in his heart is not something to fear. it does not make him any less worthy to wield a keyblade, nor does it keep him from being a keyblade master.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of riku and sora. sora’s arm is slung over riku’s shoulder and he is beaming. riku doesn’t seem to believe what he’s saying: “Really? I’m a Keyblade Master?” ]

but what about sora? first off, i do agree that first and foremost sora never really cared about the results of this mark of mastery--he's never needed the "master" label, nor does he think riku needs it. but he goes through with it especially to help riku finally overcome what doubt he still has.

anyway, outside of Overall Series Plot happening to him in this game and the contrived reason he isn’t also named a master, what does sora come to realize? well, it’s what data namine wanted for him: to face the pain inside him head on, and to rely on those close to his heart when he couldn’t do it alone.

what do i mean by this? let’s go world by world to see.

starting with hunchback, since we visit traverse town twice:

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora, who is looking at the camera. he appears thoughtful as he says of quasimodo: “He can’t let his heart be a prison.” ]

sora realizes that quasimodo is putting up walls in his heart that keep him from being hurt--walls that, in turn, are becoming something of a “prison”. they’re what keep quasimodo safe, but also keep him disconnected from others and is an excuse for why he doesn’t leave notre dame cathedral. 

at the end of sora’s time in this world, quasimodo has opened himself to others, and decides to not keep his fears from holding him back. as sora processes this information, of course, we have the villains telling him that his own heart is now a prison for someone else--ventus.

i don’t think this is true for sora and ven’s situation, and that the organization is just trying to make sora question himself. sora welcomed ven into his heart willingly to keep ven safe--it’s been a very long time, yes, and sora will eventually need to help ven return to his body, but sora’s heart isn’t a prison.

sora opened his heart when he was very young to ventus--and he has continued to be open and compassionate to basically everyone else. he sees the good in people, and believes in them far longer than others. it can make him too trusting at times, but it undeniably saved ven.

after hunchback, we have the grid and prankster’s paradise, and these should be easy enough to figure out.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora and quorra. sora is holding quorra back from attacking, and quorra says to sora of rinzler (originally sora’s friend tron), “He’s a program, Sora. Programs don’t have hearts.” End ID. ]

the grid for sora is all about his relationship to tron and making rinzler remember who he truly is. quorra is pretty quick to throw in the towel on sora’s attempts to reach his friend’s heart, but sora keeps trying--and eventually, he does manage to have a breakthrough. he helps tron fight off his reprogramming, and remember their friendship. he’s able to touch tron’s heart and remind him of what’s important--he just has to give tron the time he needs, and eventually help him regain his sense of self.

my, that sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts three of sora, xion, and axel. sora has his hand on xion’s keyblade, and is persuading her not to hurt her friend axel--trying to remind her of who she really is. ]

there’s one quote from the jeff bridges character that i feel is important to note here:

That’s the thing about programs. Mess with the code just a little, and their whole nature and memory can change.

sora’s time in the grid helps him understand a bit more of what “copies” of him can be going through, and honestly is an important part of why he is able to help xion and roxas in 3 (at least to me). xion’s suffering is tied to how the organization used and abused her, and them tampering with her memories is why she starts off on their side in 3. but sora, good boy that he is, manages to break through to her with a little help from roxas--just like he needed the right thing to reprogram rinzler and help him remember that he was tron all along.

as for prankster’s paradise…

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora and xemnas confronting each other. sora looks determined as he exclaims, “But if Pinocchio could be given one (a heart)--shouldn’t you be able to have a heart inside you, too?” End ID. ]

the fact that nobodies do actually have hearts is confirmed towards the end of the game, but it’s clear sora has already mostly figured it out on his own. i’ll touch on it a little more later on, but sora knows that roxas has his own heart, living on inside his own--it’s a reminder of how roxas still exists, and how much of his own person he is outside of sora. he respects roxas's sense of identity as of the end of KH2, which leads him to act the way he does when faced with xemnas here.

xemnas is still putting on the show here that nobodies are beings without hearts, and sora knows that is blatantly untrue--why else would roxas feel the things he did if that was the case?

the other three worlds--traverse town, the country of musketeers, and the symphony of sorcery--do the same thing that data namine did in re:coded. they reinforce the things sora already knows about connecting with others, and relying on their strength when he can’t do things alone.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora talking to neku in traverse town. when talking about neku denying that he said he needed shiki, sora says, “What? Why? You said you need her. That’s a good thing.” End ID. ]

sora says it directly to neku in the revisit to traverse town: it’s good that neku admitted to needing shiki around. sora has always trusted in people to rely on him and to return the favor, so he sees none of the shame that neku feels in admitting that he needs other people.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of mickey and donald. mickey looks to the camera as he says, “Goofy’s right. As a team, we can do anything!” End ID. ]

the recurring musketeer motto of “All for one, and one for all!” when sora joins mickey, donald, and goofy in protecting princess minnie is another reminder of all this: sora knows the true value of teamwork with his party members, and how important donald and goofy are to him. they are his friends for life, and they’ll be at his side the way he’s at theirs. he reassures them the way they reassure him and always have.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora, looking wistful as he talks about riku: “I’ve got a friend out there who will help. He’s always picking up the slack for me.” End ID. ]

sora’s belief in riku is something that’s shown throughout the entire game, and the symphony of sorcery is just one example of many in truth--but sora has never doubted riku or even kairi and the others. even if he can’t see riku, even if his friends are a million miles away, sora knows that they have his back.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora in traverse town, looking happy and patting his chest as he says of riku, “Don’t worry. He’s with me--even when it might seem like he’s not.” End ID. ]

for the Overall Series Plot happening in DDD, this is very good for sora to remember--riku becomes a dream eater to protect sora in this game, so a friend helping from afar is quite literal. (i think it’s also important to remember this when thinking about the ending of kh3, and where sora has found himself. he still has people who love and care for him, even if they’re a million worlds apart from each other.)

anyway, now we come to the heart of the matter. has sora ended up in the same place as data sora? can he accept the pain the different pieces of him went through, and help them? as of kh3’s ending we know he’s helped them, but what about DDD? had he done it by the end of that game?

[ ID: three screenshots from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora and xion. sora asks who xion is, but trails off before he finishes asking. in the final shot, sora sheds a tear over xion. End ID. ]

sora comes face to face with namine and xion, and while he doesn’t connect with them, really, he does seem to feel their pain.

the most apparent interaction that leaves its mark is, of course, when he encounters roxas.

[ ID: screenshots from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora speaking to roxas, saying, “Roxas, you’re you. We’re not the same. I wanted to tell you that.” End ID. ]

at the end of KH2, sora has accepted that roxas had a clear sense of self, and was his own individual in spite of being sora's nobody. because sora is fully aware that roxas has his own heart and strong sense of, sora can firmly insist that roxas is his own person. roxas respects this, and opens his heart to sora, to share the truly terrible things that happened to him. and sora faces it, the way he needs to.

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts dream drop distance of sora, where sora looks angry and upset about what happened to roxas. He clenches his fist, and asks, “Did they cause all this pain?” End ID. ]

sora has faced roxas’s pain and suffering, at least. sora knows how the organization used and abused him, and how diz did the same. and sora is ready to face the pain the others in his heart are carrying--or, at least, that’s what i believe.

when riku encounters ansem the wise in sora’s heart at the end of the game, what ansem says is something i think kind of ties everything together:

Sora was the only one able to return to his human form without destroying his Nobody. That is a statement to the love in his heart for other people, and the bonds that tie them together. Perhaps…he has the power to bring back the hearts and existences of those connected to him--to recreate people we thought were lost to us forever. [ … ] Sora has a heart like [ a child's ]--uncorrupted, willing to see the good before the bad. When he sees the heart in something, it then becomes real. When a connection seems broken, he may have the power to mend it. [ … ] He has touched countless hearts, he has accepted them, and he has saved them. [ … ] All Sora needs to do is be himself and follow wherever it is that his heart takes him. It is the best and only way.

after the opening section of kh3 in olympus colosseum, what’s the thing that sets sora off on his journey?

[ ID: a screenshot from kingdom hearts three of sora, donald, goofy, and jiminy cricket in the gummi ship cockpit. sora looks determined as he says, “The others are following Aqua’s heart, so I’ll follow Roxas’s heart!”  End ID. ]

his desire for roxas to truly be his own person. during DDD, sora came to truly understand just how hard roxas fought to be his own person, even moreso than knew at the end of KH2, and wants to follow through on what he said to roxas directly. roxas, to sora, deserves to be his own person as much as sora does. and so, following that desire, sora sets out on this final leg of the Dark Seeker story arc.

so many people move mountains to make roxas beign his own person a reality. not even just roxas, actually, but xion and namine too--all because sora understood that roxas had his own heart, memories, and history. he saw roxas’s suffering and still pushed through to make sure his nobody got the life he deserved.

sora faced what pain he could, and did everything in his power to undo the suffering the people connected to him were feeling--and when he couldn’t do it himself, he let others help him. just the way namine (and her creation, data namine) wanted.

im sorry this is so long and kind of rambly--but i feel like i finally get sora in DDD outside of the organization’s plans for him, and that the off hand comment from this lets play i’m rewatching actually ended up being true. if you made it this far down in this silly post thanks for reading, hope you're having a good day ;u;

[eriisaam]

Traveler Among Dreams, and the stored memories at the highest point of Nifl

Fuck it. Bird Yuri Time.

Warnings to bear in mind before proceeding: There's death, self-harm, animal-adjacent cruelty, and other dark elements of the sort, so proceed with caution.

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I mentioned this in the past in other areas, but it was in places more closed off, so I'm parsing through it again to add it to here too. On this episode of "Shit I wish I could draw, but I'm too swamped, so hope you like words instead": Let's talk about one of the ancient summoners, Jarem.

I sprinkled and made (sort-of-outdated) references in the past about the ancient summoners from time to time (particularly Hiru, Sol, and Hilo in particular, where I proceeded to mispell and mix up Sol and Hilo's role and that mistake ended up sticking ever since, oops,) but here's another one with a bit more backstory figured out and sorted to add to the pile. I might add some flavor pics as well just to carry on my points, but believe me this is something I wanna draw out more and flesh out visually in the future, but for now, bare with me.

So... Jarem. Not just a Feh OC, but a Bloody Roar OC as well. Whereas Eclair and Kyo flirted with their ties to Bloody Roar in the form of the former outright summoning a hero from that world (dubbed the World of Beasts) in Cronos (who also doubles as one of the first examples that wasn't a summoner who came from an outer world), and Kyo has heavier themes in connection to that world to set him apart from Teru being a bit more focused on both of their shared Pokemon backgrounds, Jarem is a summoner directly hailing from the World of Beasts proper, and is an actual zoanthrope, rather than simply sharing the elements of a zoanthrope like Teru or especially Kyo do.

She is also directly related to Reiji, although their relations are heavily far apart, spanning potentially centuries, where she is a raven zoanthrope, and directly related to the Yatagarasu, but in a way far and away predating her eventual descendant. Both of them have similar beast forms in appearance (seen above is Reiji and his crow form to compare, hers wouldn't be too terribly far off from that idea), but both have vastly different personalities and morals from one another. Jarem would've been a bit more willing to stay on course in doing what she thought was best, even if her actions held far more rippling impact in a part of Zenith than her own home, meanwhile come BR4, Reiji nearly tore the Yatagarasu a new hole, particularly killing off his own father and leader of the group in his debut.

Before explaining what kind of legacy she left behind, a point of clarity should also be noted about her support and beloved one that also reflects back on this AU's Hrid, Gunnthra, Fjorm and Ylgr, among other royal Niflians: They're also beast units, and are closely related yet somewhat removed from Tellian herons. In their case, they're regarded as the cranes.

A quick run-down of the difference and why that is: In this AU, in a time just before what would've been the Serenes Massacre in Tellius would've occurred, a huge amount of herons were suddenly isekai'd and spirited away into Zenith, many of whom, due to this, have dodged their would-be terrible fate in their original homelands in the Serenes Forest. The circumstances of why this mass summoning occurred is still unknown (either due to just being really difficult to pry out answers in general due to the secrecy of this part of history by and large, and/or because said history didn't survive the test of time in general), but the end result is many of them were thought dead in Tellius proper, meanwhile in actuality a lot of them were transported into what would've been the bedrock of the kingdom of Nifl instead.

So, this resulted in the god of that realm, Nifl, taking in these wayward herons under her wings figuratively and at first literally during the long and tedious adjustment period of having a bunch of forest-dwelling birds suddenly adjust to said forest being intensely cold, especially when it was soon discovered that the herons couldn't actually return back home even if they wanted to (and it wasn't realized if this was due to magic differing from a summoner's power, if this was a safety measure in regards to not sending them immediately back to the deaths that awaited them, or something else going on).

Time passed, the herons adjusted to the harsh winters of the snow-filled lands, and it took a dramatic change in not just their way of life and culture, but even directly impacted their beast forms, where, much like the above potential differences of what makes a raven and crow zoanthrope stand out from one another, but a Tellian heron and a Nifilian crane also have differences in the way some features changed (their crest and tail feathers differ, Nifilians have more gradiant tonings to their wings, etc), but some key details of the herons were lost over the course of generations that caused even modern day remains of the Tellian heron to (with great sadness) acknowledge that though the cranes are of their kin, they're too set apart to necessarily consider the herons no longer endangered (they for the most part gradually lost their ability to speak or understand the old tongues of the heron's ancient language, and they either follow different hymns, or their ability to sing isn't necessarily a guarantee outside of Niflian royalties, and their galdrars are much more in tune with Nifl than with the goddess Ashunera (be it as-is or as either Ashera or Yune respectively), and some pessimistic bird laguz in-the-know of cranes even outright considering them having 'lost their ability to connect with the goddess' in the process).

What adds more to what makes the realization that herons technically continued to exist, albeit evolved into the more-removed cranes in another world and kingdom, is the secrecy that Niflians were even cranes in the first place. Earlier on, cranes developed courting habits both among themselves, and their potential loved ones, that modern day people (but especially summoners into folktales) would compare to that of the swan people, selkies, or especially The Grateful Crane. They are prone to incredible shows of dedication to people they end up devoting themselves to, both in gratitude of a deep debt, or to show the depths of their proclaimed love, where they would go as far as make trinkets with jewelry hardened and formed from their powers over ice and wind, or make fine, beautiful bolts of silk woven from their own feathers, and then present these gifts of silk and jewelry in gratitude and tokens of love. The same devotion and self-sacrifice displayed by the modern day Niflian royals was a facet of similar shows of gifts from self sacrifice in other areas.

Unfortunately, this also was heavily exploited to dangerous degrees: These jewels and silks were highly sought after and command an incredible price in the markets. The seedier and greedier would often exploit the gentle and vulnerable hearts of a naive crane to overwork them to the point of dangerous self-harm and overstress to exploit their magic for their jewels, or the hastily ripped feathers to weave into the bolts of cloth. Others took it a step further to straight up hunt the cranes outright to then utterly ruin their corpses for their own gains directly, and that grim practice was a turning point to why Nifl as a whole began becoming secretive of being cranes, continuing well into the present where the idea of Niflians being bird beasts was dismissed as a fairytale and remained a carefully guarded secret except as cautious reveals among personal birds since.

This is why, then, tales like Summoner Jarem eventually became a hugely guarded secret among Niflian history by extension, because to explain Jarem would also need to explain this secret, especially as Jarem's support and devoted lover was Niflian herself: A beloved member of royalty, and the ancestor to Fjorm and her family: Lady Leiptr.

And if that name sounds immediately familiar to the FE side of people reading this, put a pin on that, we'll get to that.

In a time when Nifl and Muspell weren't quite as at war with one another, Jarem was originally a summoner who served under the role of Muspell's summoner. In fact in the same way that Nifl has a subtle tongue-in-cheek reference to their crane motifs and roots as heron laguz through their prominent white feather motifs, Muspell carried a similar motif in honor of Jarem's raven zoanthrope roots through similar black-feather decals of their own (though Muspellians often mistakingly call her a 'tengu' rather than a raven, and the term 'zoanthrope' didn't quite stay, so you'll hardly hear a Muspellian specifically call her that in the same way Jotuns don't use 'x-antibody' to describe the souped up variants of their jotunaquilmon eagles and have a more native term for their power likewise). That being said, confirming such with either modern-day civilians might be too muddied in history for it to be common knowledge even without the secretive factor, especially in light of the modern day warfare of either nations that made these details in history even more lost to time.

The problem, however, was that whereas the nations of Nifl and Muspell were in tentative peace with one another, and in a time where it wasn't quite that farfetched to believe that a member of Niflian royalty would court the summoner of a later-opposing nation's like Muspell, the gods themselves unfortunately were still as volatile to one another as ever, and there was only so much their respective nations can do to maintain this peaceful stance with one another when their own patron gods were fighting viciously and racking up body counts in collateral damage while doing so.

In desperation, Leiptr, in a move not far off from what Gunnthra would do centuries later, performed the Rite of Dreams, and connected with Jarem, and this was what was believed to be the basis of where their relationship kickstarted. It was through their combined efforts that the nations were able to quell both gods out of their feuding and back into dormancy once more (Muspell moreso than Nifl, she might be a cankerous stick-in-the-mud but she wasn't exactly being violent by nature or on purpose of the two so much as self-defense), and throughout these ordeals, at some point Leiptr courted Jarem with the traditional tidings of jewels she crafted from magic, and silks she weaved by hand from her own feathers, and both fell in love.

Unfortunately, just before both gods were officially dormant, and the nations could actually enjoy their hard-fought peace, Jarem was stricken with a mysterious illness, and later eventually succumbed to it.

Even into the modern day, nobody knew for sure what kind of illness it was, how Jarem contracted it, or the circumstances and whether or not it was specific to her, be it as a summoner, or as a zoanthrope otherwise (that being said, the abundance of summoners that came after Jarem had rather swiftly put to rest of it being a summoner-focused issue). While there were hushed whispers of doubt and speculation if it was really natural causes (as bad luck and bad timing as it may) that would claim Jarem's life, history would repeat itself in the inner worlds eventually that lended to the natural-causes side of the debate (for instance, what would've potentially claimed Ninian's life with a similar illness in her own world of origin, if she were to remain with Eliwood, and seeing as how Ninian was a manakete, and that issue was rooted to her being such, this gave much more credence of this being a zoanthrope-focused illness at the time).

But it wasn't until the present day, when Eclair summoned Cronos by chance - the prince of zoanthropes and another bird-based one no less - that him lacking any signs or symptoms of a potential terminal illness from his long term exposure and eventual stay throughout Zenith, or similarly every other zoanthrope after him also lacking any similar signs, that this reignited concerns and suspicions all over again that Jarem was magically assassinated at the time, and the revelation coming far too late for her or Leiptr to seek justice in either of their lifetimes.

Instead, the best they could hope for long before they knew it, was that it was Jarem's summoning that started a connection with the World of Beasts to the rest of Zenith in the first place, and it was that established connection in place that made it possible for Eclair to connect to it and call Cronos through, and with him, the truth of Jarem's circumstances. (Even if it also came at the price of Loki similarly exploiting it with Uranus among others, but that's another story in itself.) Or at least, this was what was initially pieced together, until a god of the World of Beasts, Gaia, was eventually sought after by the Order of Heroes further on into the present day, and her discovery uncovered she had more in common with Freyja and Freyr than previously thought (which is another post of its own to get into her about).

Unfortunately, this isn't quite about the long overdue justice sought, but another part of what happened immediately after Jarem's death.

Mentioned before, Leiptr and Jarem held a connection through how the two met in the first place: Their shared connection via the Rite of Dreams.

Jarem's death immediately alerted the lord of the dead, Hel, while that dream connection and its sudden severing alerted one of the two lords of dreams, Freyja.

When a summoner dies, it's a Very Big Deal, and is something both had reasons to capitalize on and seize that summoner power for themselves. So both fought bitterly and viciously, and in the chaos of the two gods clashing, Leiptr sensed the battle, sensed further of Jarem's presence as the prize both were fighting bitterly to claim, and so the Niflian princess rushed to the ends of the earth to try to save her lover from the both of them.

But, as you can imagine, her odds of succeeding were stacked against her: A simple little bird against a God of Death and God of Nightmares respectively.

She didn't stand a remote chance against one, let alone both at the same time. Yet she still tried anyways, even when she stood a snowflake's chance in hell through it. Still begging for Jarem to be returned to her, even as a broken mess of feathers, bones, blood and tears.

But her willingness to sacrifice herself for even the chance to reunite with Jarem again, in spite of such hopeless odds, was more than enough to sway Freyr to get involved too. He joined forces with Freyja long enough to overpower Hel and seize victory over Jarem's soul, but then just as swiftly stood against Freyja to disallow her from claiming Jarem for herself. Though this would later sow the seeds to what manifested in her behavior with Ephrel centuries later (namely her intense possessiveness over them, her willingness to patch them back together after their death, and her sudden and swift volatile attitude towards Chrom when he tried to reclaim them similarly from her), for now, Freyja relented reluctantly over claim over Jarem in favor of surrendering her for Freyr to claim instead.

With both Jarem and Leiptr in his hands, what fate he gave the two isn't clear, due to this part being up to MANY different interpretations, some romanticized and others turning darker and grief fueled, depending on the whims of the Niflian who passed this tale along.

Some claimed that Freyr, out of pity and remorse, brought Leiptr from the brink of death, and Jarem fully back to life, so that the two could live out their hard-sought peace back between Nifl and Muspell to the end of their days.

Other cynics claim instead, that Jarem was completely and utterly destroyed in front of Leiptr in her attempts to rescue her, and in her dying breath, was killed by both of the warring gods, dying with the knowledge of her failures, and left as a grim reminder to Freyr to become what prefaced his and Freyja's gradual rift between one another.

Others still tried to strike a balance of both extremes: Perhaps Freyr brought them to life to live the rest of their days in spirit in the world of dreams, when he could neither bring Jarem back to life in full, nor do more than let Leiptr pass peacefully, when the extent of the damage done to her physical body by then was too far gone for him to save her through. Maybe, he otherwise gave Leiptr the illusion of such in her last dying dream before her body would've given out.

Regardless of the specifics, both were sent back to the kingdom of Nifl to handle.

For sure, what is certain of the tale is that both existed at some point, even if Niflians had to keep separate records to obscure their hidden roots as cranes while doing it. Both of them were buried together in the highest peak of Nifl, and in such a way that peak was named after the fallen princess. Centuries later, a chunk of the ores from the deposits at that peak, and the jewels crafted from the royals at the time, came together in the form of a lance that was crafted and named after said peak, and would later go on to be inherited into the present day, first by Hrid, and then passed on to Fjorm ever since.

Zoanthropes by and large, as an extension of cranes being obscured from history, would also be carefully hidden away and guarded (at first on purpose, then by accident over time), so at best, only Niflians and Muspellians knew about them in advance, until Surtr saw to it to fuck up his own kingdom so badly that most Muspellians don't even know about them either anymore. It wouldn't be until the eventual summoning of Cronos into the service of the Order of Heroes that zoanthropes would come up again, but only after it was pried out of him after his initial secrecy of the species, and the notes taken from how he differed from the function of other more native beast types in Zenith and the inner worlds otherwise. The sudden rise of zoanthropes to follow him would eventually give rise to a walk-back of what history could be found of Jarem, after so long of nearly only being known as a summoner often associated with the World of Dreams, rather than the deeper depths of her associations with Nifl, Muspell, and the Yatagarasu otherwise, eventually being honored in the form of the Winged Summoner, who shares said iconography after her, along with her then-title of The Forgotten One.

But Jarem's and Leiptr's legacy as individuals were not entirely lost either. The present day summoners would go on to build legends, but in the parts of Zenith left in a distorted state of time within intermittent tempests, there was a masked warrior who was able to travel between worlds with the ease of a summoner, but occasionally 'glitches' with the after image of someone vaguely resembling him: An alfr with a vague resemblance to the Fairy of Longing Dreams, but whose powers stem from dreams over nightmares. Sometimes, she would appear alone, and other times, with a bird of some sort, not native to any part of Zenith. It was like a glimpse of a time farther ahead, and revealed perhaps the Masked Knight Marth is a being born from a team effort of powers who shaped him into being...

Oh. Right. And him too I guess.

[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter III: A Sense of Reunion II • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Angst (???) Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Substance Abuse Masterlist

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VIDEO LOG #20 / 10 JUNE 2026

Hey (Y/N),

 It’s me, Peter.

It’s been almost two years since you have forgotten about me. And to be honest, these two years have been absolutely hell without you. I got a redo on life as most people wish for but be careful what you wish for I guess. I have a new life and it’s okay. I have friends from school but they’ll never compare to you, Celina, Ned, and MJ. I have two jobs and they pay okay. It helps with rent. I’m still out there being Spiderman, I haven’t heard anything about you though which I guess is understandable. I hope you’re doing okay.

I miss you….I miss you so much. In times like these, I know I could always turn to you, lay my head on your shoulder, and cry…you would rub my back, kiss the top of my head, and tell me that everything is going to be okay...because we had each other. I feel like I took those moments for granted even though I know I didn’t. I just really miss you. 

I hope one day…I could be in your arms again. I love you so much.

[END RECORDING]

I know who you are. 

It rang and echoed in Peter's head after you said it. His heart didn’t know what it wanted to do; stop and explode or race and explode. He looked at you with an expression he could only imagine was a mix of shock and anticipation. How long did you know? Is that why you came to find him? Because you remembered him? There were so many things he wanted to say, ask and do.

But before he could even react, your words knocked his cathedral of hope down to the ground just as quickly as it was built up.

"But I don't remember you."

And there it was. The catch. His heart dropped.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been that easy for him. Even though five years went by and that was more than plenty of time for you to figure it out with what little information you had, Strange’s spell was thorough and very effective. Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or cry or to crawl in a dark hole and whither away. He didn’t even know how to respond. How was he supposed to explain everything to you? How was he supposed to explain his reasoning for not following through with his promise five years ago?

He just looked at you dumbfounded.

You pressed your lips together and nodded slowly at his response of silence. “When going through the Avenger files, I saw your file. Funny how I recognized everyone else but I didn’t recognize you. Even funnier that we were partners in justice and crime fighting and I didn’t even remember your face. So I did a month-long deep dive.”

Peter never took his eyes off of you and you never took your eyes off of him. He could tell you were getting serious although your expression was still pretty relaxed. On the other hand, he could feel his jaw clench from his nerves making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“I asked around. I asked Sam, Bucky, Dr. Cho, Ned, MJ, Celina…anyone who has a connection to you and none of them know who you are. Well, MJ and Ned said you come into the coffee shop a lot, but they don’t know you. See, memories can be erased from people, but not from algorithms. We went to the same high school, both were in the academic decathlon with MJ, and we had almost all the same classes together. We were both Avengers, we were a duo team because we have the same powers, I remember every single mission, Hell, I remember fighting you,” you continued with emotion in your voice that Peter could only guess was frustration. “But I don’t remember…you.”

Peter decided he wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and then tell you everything, but he had his reasons for not telling you.

“For five years I’ve been dreaming of this guy. I call him the Faceless Boy. I have dreamt of him every single night since that day five years ago. The dreams are more than dreams, more than that dream-walking shit Celina talks about. These dreams are memories with someone who is so foreign to me.” You walked over by him slowly and stopped when you were about three feet away and you looked up into his eyes. “When I snuck through your window today, I expected a different response from you after webbing me to the wall.”

Peter gulped slightly.

“You talked to me like you knew who I was. A long-time friend that you haven’t seen in a while and one you weren’t expecting to see for an even longer while. And then when we shook hands…?” You chewed on your lip nervously, almost like you were afraid to say the next bit. “For five years, I’ve had this hole in my chest, as if something was carved out of my life when it wasn’t supposed to be. I’ve tried to fill it with anything and everything and I failed every single time. So tell me why when we shook hands I never felt it so whole before. A simple handshake from a boy from Queens filled my emptiness like he was the missing puzzle piece.”

Peter’s heart raced as you spoke and looked at him with a desperation for answers, but he couldn’t speak. He didn’t know how to respond as you searched his dark eyes for answers. He didn’t want to lie to you but…he also didn’t want to tell you the truth. The truth is what is keeping you safe and what is keeping you sane. 

“I know you feel it right now,” you said. “The pull.”

The pheromonal connection.

Peter could feel it, He didn’t stop feeling it since he sensed you in his apartment, especially after the handshake. His senses were in a frenzy, he could only imagine how yours were, especially when you couldn’t even remember who he was to you. He pressed his lips together. 

“So tell me, Peter Parker,” you started again. “What happened?”

Peter looked deeply into your eyes and slowly brought his hand up to your cheek and gently caressed it before laying his hand on it. You leaned your face into his touch and closed your eyes. His senses instantly focused on you. Your breath hitched as you opened your eyes again to look up at his dark ones.

He wanted to tell you everything so badly. He wanted to tell you how he knew you like the back of his hand. He wanted to tell you that he knew your favorite things and that you couldn’t cook to save your life, and that you loved to dance and you did ballet since you were a child. He wanted to tell you how in high school you would viscerally defend him every time Flash Thompson opened his mouth and called Peter “Penis Parker” and how when you found out Flash’s real name you started using it just to piss him off and shut him up. He wanted to tell you about how MJ didn’t like him at first because she was afraid that the same situation that happened with him and Liz would happen to you. He wanted to tell you how you and Ned would constantly bicker over who was the coolest character in Star Wars and that everyone thought your favorite anime was Chainsaw Man but he knew it was actually Sailor Moon (and that you constantly argued that Usagi would floor Goku anytime any day and any era). He wanted to tell you everything about yourself and your memories until his jaw hurt from talking too much.

But everything in him told him not to.

“(Y/N)...” he began. “I-”

Before he could finish his sentence your eyes blinked rapidly and your brows furrowed before you winced and hissed. You held your head as you let out a noise of pain and Peter instantly pulled back. 

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay? What’s happening?!” Peter panicked.

After a moment you looked up at him catching your breath softly. “Yeah….yeah. I’m fine. Like I said before. Stark Stress.”

Peter called total bullshit on that. 

“What were we talking about?” You asked softly to no one in particular.

Peter looked at you wide eyes filled with confusion and concern. 

“Uh…” he searched his scatterbrain for something to say. “The…uh…Avenger Files? You were going to tell me why you were going through the Avenger files, yeah…mhm…”

You looked at him with a knowing expression. “Parker, I remember everything I said. It was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh…!” Peter squeaked. 

You rubbed your temples and smiled up at him. “You won’t tell me anything. That’s fine I won't force you. Whatever you did, you did it for good reason.” You leaned back on the table. “I’ll figure it out anyway. Just promise you’ll be honest with me when I ask about something.”

Peter nodded. “Y-yeah! Yeah, sure, yeah I’ll be …uh….I’ll be honest.”

“Great!” you clapped your hands together. “Now down to business. I didn’t just drag you here to interrogate you.” You turned to the table to avoid his gaze.

You were deflecting the situation. Peter knows because you tend to do that when you have felt like you came off too strong in a situation and your way of reacting was to pretend like it was nothing big in hopes that the other person would follow suit. At this moment, Peter was glad you did, because he would’ve done it if you didn’t. Especially when those Stark Stress Migraines seemed more like Parker Stress ones. Both times you guys made contact you had a strong reaction. It scared him and he wanted to know why. He wished he could have asked Strange about this, but Strange didn’t remember him and probably wouldn’t even remember the spell. 

He guessed that was his big sign to keep his distance from you. 

Later, he was taken back home in time for him to go out patrolling once more. He swung across the veins of New York City as he thought about the events that happened.

Today was a really strange day.

After your whole interrogation, you told him about your plans for the NAI and the scholarship that Tony had left for him. 

 “My dad had an actual internship and scholarship set aside for you but obviously it was meant for MIT. I changed it up a bit for your sake. So your last five years will be compensated and paid off tuition-wise and the rest of your time in school will be paid in full. You will also have an internship opportunity whenever you’re ready for it. It will be a summer internship so you can have full focus on it without any distractions, or you could do it during winter break. Whatever works for you.” You pointed at the holographic screens respectively. 

Peter looked at the holograms in shock. Tony was planning on doing all of this for him. He shouldn’t be surprised but he was…and was touched by it. And you modifying it to fit his needs made it all the more… meaningful. He did remember Tony offering him a grant when he first came to visit him but he thought he wasn’t serious about it and was using it for code to add to the stark internship.  

He almost didn’t take it, but you insisted. 

 “Parker, this was something my dad set in place years ago. Consider it a token of gratitude. He would want this for you.” you explained. “But I won't force it on you if you really don’t want it.”

Peter sighed when he stopped on a building to think. He hated keeping the truth from you, and he hated that you were suffering all this time because of your migraines. He remembered your big reaction to both times that he touched you. 

It was hurting you. 

He wondered if it would be the same for Ned, Celina, and MJ. Would they have a splitting headache if he got close to any of them too? The whole point of this stupid spell was to protect the ones he cared about, not cause them pain. 

He really, really hated magic.

He sighed and sat down at the edge of the building. He thought about what you went through in the past years without him. He had hoped that you would have been living your best life without worry, but instead, you were dreaming about him without knowing who he was, and he had to sit there and not tell you that it was him that you were dreaming about. 

It was best to just stay away from you all. Like it was intended five years ago.

He needed a distraction. He remembered one of his friends from school mentioning a party at his Fraternity House this weekend that Peter initially said no to going to. But after today he could use it. He took out his phone and called him.

“Parker,” Harry Osborn, chimed. “What’s up, my guy?”

“Hey Harry,” Peter greeted. “I changed my mind, I do wanna go to that party tomorrow.”

To say you were a mess was an understatement. 

You didn’t seem it though. You were working with Nika on the list of foundations and non-profit organizations that would be attending the charity gala that you were hosting in a month. You’re first act of Philanthropy would be donating at least one billion dollars each year to different organizations and you wanted it to be a well-rounded event but you were distracted by the recent ones that happened.

Nika could tell.

“(Y/N),” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “Are you okay? Did that Avenger boy do something to you?”

“Huh? What? No,” You replied a little defensively. “He’s harmless.”

“Then why do you seem so upset?” She asked with concern in her tone. “You were fine earlier.”

You sighed and rubbed your temples with your fingers gently as you closed your eyes. “Migraine,” you responded, only giving part of the problem. 

She sighed knowing that you weren’t telling her everything. “I’m going to talk to you as a friend.”

You looked at the redhead expectantly.

“You haven’t had much of a life since…well…since I first met you four years ago.”

You met Nika Eyrewolfe, back in the recovery center. She was in for substance abuse herself. Since then you guys have been great friends and been a good support for each other. When you found out that she had no place to call home or anything to her name, you got her a job at Stark Industries before she was promoted to your assistant. She’s done nothing but a great job at it. She has been with you most days since you became CEO. So to say the girl knew your life and schedule like her life depended on it was an understatement.

“You’ve worked yourself so much that your headaches are getting worse and worse,” she continued. “The only person you hang out with is Morgan, who’s ten years old. You haven’t made time for Celina, Ned, and MJ in forever. But you had time to get Avenger Boy.”

“He has a name,” You retorted. “Peter. Peter Parker.”

“That’s nice,” Nika replied sarcastically. “And who is Peter Parker to you exactly?”

That’s the problem. I don’t know, you thought.

All you know is that he was the cutest guy you have ever seen in your entire life. His brown curls were soft and silky on his head. His eyes looked tired but they were soft and kind. He had boyish features that only added to his softness. And his smile. God, that smile. It lit up his whole face. His black tee shirt hugged his muscles nicely, and his dark denim jeans hugged his thighs and legs in just the right way. You had to catch yourself from staring at him too long before it got really weird.

You stayed silent and leaned your head on the back of your chair.

“Exactly,” Nika stated. “Nothing. So, you should make time for your friends. I’ll clear your calendar this weekend.”

The thing was that Peter wasn’t “nothing” to you, he was definitely a big something. You were at least eighty percent sure he was the faceless boy from your dreams. And when he touched you…? You couldn’t ignore that no matter how much you tried. The way his hand was so heartbreakingly gentle on your skin as all your worries faded away for a small moment before the splitting headache came again. It’s not like you could tell Nika any of this.

But she was right about one thing. It had been a while since you hung out with your friends. You kept in touch with them in the group chat, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them. 

“Okay,” you gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Nika. What would I be without you?”

“I dunno, probably insane.”

You snorted in response.

Maybe it would be good for you to step away from everything for a little bit. Especially with how crazy your day was. You especially wanted to pretend this day never happened, crawl into the void, and scream until your voice was gone. You deserved to relax for a moment and maybe next time you make the impulsive decision to climb into the window of someone you think you know but you don’t…

You won’t.

~

tags: @riordanness @chrisevans-realwife @peterdarlingg

[caliboron]

Today marks 20 years since my grandma perished in a house fire. 20 years since my life completely, drastically changed in every way. 20 years since my mom became a severe alcoholic. 20 years since I heard my grandma’s voice and felt her touch for the last time ever, and I didn’t even know it. Her life was cut short. She was only 46 years old, she’d still be here with us today if this never happened. I’m so extremely grateful for the 6 years I got to be blessed with her in my life. She was an amazing person. She was tough as nails, headstrong, stubborn, sarcastic, kind, and always so loving to me and my sister and baby brother. I have very few precious memories of her, but I’ll list them here. She had two Siamese cats named Mariah and Blues, and two German shepherds named Chopper and Angel. Mariah and Blues perished with her in the fire. The dogs and my grandpa made it out. I remember once, Angel was sleeping and I kept petting her. My grandma said “Let her lie.” But I didn’t, and she bit me, and I cried, and my grandma said “I told you to let her lie…” but then she comforted me and took care of me. My grandma was an EMT, she saved lives. One time her leg got caught in a pot hole and it left her disabled. She had a lot of bruises on her knee, so one time when were were playing in her backyard, I sprayed her knee with a water gun and asked if I was helping her. She said yes, of course. I remember her giving me a can of peas (at my own request. I wanted this) and I ate them all straight from the can while she watched in shock. I remember dyeing eggs at her house for Easter. My grandma absolutely loved classic cars, and she loved going to car shows. She won so many trophies for her pink convertible. It was her baby. I went with her to a car show around Halloween and there was a costume contest for the kids. I dressed as Minnie Mouse and won first place. I was so happy. I got a special metal trophy that I cherished as one of my favorite memories with my grandma, but I lost the trophy in hurricane Sandy when they carelessly threw all of our belonging onto the street. There were so many other moments I had with her, but my brain has betrayed me over time and lost all of them. As much as I cherish these moments and the 6 years I got to have her, I’ve always had this pain of wondering how different, how much better my life could have been with her in it. She would have boosted my confidence. I would’ve gotten to know her so much better, gotten to love her so much deeper. My mom would be a completely different person. My childhood would’ve been so different. But my little sister would not have been born, because my mom was planning to get her tubes tied until my grandma died and she had to put it off, resulting in my sister’s existence. I can’t imagine what it’s like for her to have never even met my grandma. I try to keep her alive so badly, I talk about her all the time. I absolutely love when my mom tells me stories about her. They were so so close with each other. A lot like I am now with my mom. A bit co-dependent. My mom was around my age when she lost my grandma, I cannot begin to imagine what that was like. Grandma, I’ve missed you everyday since you were taken from us. I dream about you. In the dreams, you’re still here, and everything is cozy and warm. I long so desperately to hug you. To see your face and hear your voice, which I’ve almost forgotten how it sounds. You were meant to be with us. That fire was never supposed to happen. I was supposed to grow up with you and grandpa. I hope to god that there is a heaven, because the hope of seeing you again someday is what keeps me going in tough times. I love you so much, grandma. I’m thinking of you a lot, today.

[thedawningofthehour]

You know, not long ago the end of the IDW tmnt was released - they will have a relaunch - and although I'm honestly not very happy with the ending, there is one thing that interested me a lot, and that was Donnie's science/mystical children.

(ff: they're name after the androids from the book 'do androids dreams of electric sheep?' )

And I immediately thought 'oh my god, what if they were in DOTH?

Imagine this, what would happen if Draxum won? Everything goes as planned and now Galawh is basically president of the world, yet suddenly, out of nowhere, Donnie gets his memories back. However, it's too late. His family is gone, he can't find them, even Draxum doesn't know where they are. Even with all the resources of the world at their fingertips, they just... Gone.

Donnie can't believe this, he can't accept this. He's a genius, he can-going to fix this. He just snap. Sure, he'll fix this, if he can't find his family he'll just make a new one! Of course, it's the most optimal solution!

Using Draxum's research, his new family is born, specially designed to mirror his brothers, to the point of being the same species as them.

He did it! They are here! Everything is going so well at first, however, as time goes on, Is notice that something is not right.

Why is Mikey (Max) so tall? Why is Raph (Roy) so short? Since when is Leo(pris) a girl? Why they're all so... different?

Meanwhile the kids wonder why their father acts like this? Why does he look at them like they're supposed to be someone else?

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Meanwhile Cass and tigerclaw enter an armored room. After years they finally found him, he had been so close all this time, Draxum had to lock him in there, it was the only way, Leo just wasn't going to give up.

I mean, the biggest plot hole here is the idea that Leo can be contained.

[expirisims]

Updates Sims and Otherwise

This post will serve as an update on Pickerling Cove now that I've gotten in the mood to work on it again, but also on my life in general. I have been very fortunate to have been home with my LO since the pandemic, but that's all about to change! She'll be starting school three mornings a week in about a month from when I'm writing this. So, I'm going to be on the job hunt soon, though not full time by any means, we're still aiming to avoid paying extra childcare costs if possible.

In other news, you may remember I was wanting to start a separate tumblr and youtube channel for the doll crafts I do with my kiddo when we have time. Wellll...I started filming a project, but as luck would have it, my friend that I built St. Bernie for lost her job unexpectedly so I was doing a little babysitting for her. Then after that settled down my kiddo's closet...literally fell out of her closet... Don't ask...facepalm. Anywhooo...everything from her closet wound up in my craft/studio room and yeah...we just got it put back together in time for the end of summer. In other words, I have no idea if/when I'll get around to getting that up and running. However, as far as my book, I have finally decided that I want to pursue self-publishing. There is so much stacked against me for traditional publishing. I have joined a local Writer's Guild, and several members are published, so I'll hopefully get some good guidance!

But enough about my crazy life, enjoy the newest screenshots of Pickerling Cove!

The original world waaay back before I even dreamed up Thicket was Mount McSimley and it was inspired by the mountains of Colorado. Pickerling Cove doesn't have any one place that has inspired the vibe I'm going for, I find inspiration from architecture of places I've visited, google images, memories from trips as a child and even this mess which was supposed to resemble some drainage ditch areas in my own hometown (I know, romantic right?) Anyway, this is still giving me fits so I have a new solution in mind, but you won't see that for a while :)

I removed the distant terrain temporarily because I was worried about space. These early stages of world building always throw me off because the roads look so huge with virtually nothing else on the map! As you can see I had begun terrain painting before changing my mind and flattening most of the world out again. I am so happy I did though! Once I found all of those old builds it broke the barrier I was having with city planning. Fair warning it is the largest of the worlds I have made. It's still a medium map like Thicket, but there will be somewhere around 120 lots. I hate that, but it's virtually impossible to keep it below that and accommodate housing along with most of the community lot types available. I will need to do testing of course once it's built, but the city center will be fairly dense with more space between lots as you get into the "suburb" areas.

As you can see, I removed the lighthouse from the world proper and plan to place one on one of the "island" areas created by my typical mishmash of distant terrains!

Ignore the sunken road you can possibly see if you squint. I don't think it will be noticeable actually in game as this is off world...I don't THINK so.

Such a pain to work with the terrains on these smaller maps, but so worth it!

Some things I have taken into consideration for performance:

As I said, there will be around 120 lots, some complicated and large, many close together. Because of that I have planned for combined rabbit holes in a few cases. I also plan to use Bridgeport and Roaring Height's shells to give the illusion of a true city with varying height and a large population. Rabbit hole lots I build out won't be furnished. I know a lot of people like the realism of these being furnished, but it does add to unnecessary objects cluttering up the world size. I figure if people have powerful computers and want to fill out every building they can, but I want to keep it as accessible as possible especially since I am already using items from a store world and I know those aren't cheap. I'm placing trees last as typical. I find it helpful to place lots first and see where trees and rocks would look natural and good. While I have placed several rocks already, mostly in bluff areas, the trees will be last and I always try to stick to four species per chunk so they can be effectively grouped.

I can already tell you that likely every expansion and definitely Roaring Heights will be required. I'm also using casino objects from the Lucky Simoleon. Any other store content will be pretty inconsequential.

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

*jingling keys in front of you* you wanna tell us more about the gorobot au sooooooo bad (please lol i'm obsessed w it. ur brain is huge)

*bats at keys* oh all right you got me

soooo remember what i said about gorobot having forgotten a lot of stuff because of his long coma? well, basically, he's forgotten nearly everything to do with akira. he's also forgotten everything to do with third sem, but that's for other reasons. (the trauma of his personas being split from his body made hereward split back into loki and robin hood, so now he's forgotten everything associated with hereward. his memories end with his death in shido's palace even though he did experience third sem.)

so, goro's memories have a big akira-sized hole in them, with one exception because he does have one singular memory of akira, though the details of it are sparse and it has an almost dream-like quality to it. it's a memory of the two of them in the jazz club, where akira invites goro to dance, and despite his reservations, he says yes. this memory is goro's one respite in the hell that is shady group. he replays this memory over and over again, always trying to recall more details, and always failing. he becomes obsessed with the boy in this memory, the one thing that seemed to make him happy in his previous life. though of course he also hates himself for this obsession, since he has no right to akechi prime's lover, since he isn't really akechi.

still, that memory of akira is the singular thing that keeps goro anchored to some kind of sanity during his time under shady group.

like i mentioned in the previous post, eventually akira does find goro (probably through also joining shadow ops or smth idk) and their reunion is so funny/dramatic bc they're like on opposite sides of the room when their eyes meet and akira is like. is that goro??? it can't be he's dead it's been years i've accepted that he's dead but that looks like goro. and meanwhile goro's system is getting quite literally overloaded with memories that are being triggered by seeing akira and it triggers an emergency shutdown to avoid his systems overheating AKA he passes out in the middle of everyone.

and so goro gets carted away all dramatically and akira is like oh my fucking god that's goro and he's dying in front of me right when we're able to reunite he's going to die. and he's trying to get to him and asking them if goro's going to be okay barely keeping it together enough to be coherent and they're like "oh yeah im sure he's fine he's a robot" and akira is like... "he's a WHAT???"

anyway akira obviously is right at goro's side until he wakes up and goro is still remembering everything (it's still not everything but it's a lot to handle still. it's a bit much to remember oh, the guy im lowkey obsessed with, which I have this really sweet jazz jin dancing memory with, i also tried to kill him. multiple times. that's fun and cool for him to deal with. but he doesn't remember everything yet, for example, he still does not remember the glove. ;-;).

akira is like "i was so sure you were going to die don't scare me like that" and goro is like "don't be stupid i'm a robot i can't die they'd just repair me" and akira is like "speaking of oh my god i can't believe you're a robot-" and goro is like "i know i'm an affront to humanity it must disgust you to look at this laughable copy of the man you once loved" and akira's like "-that's SO FREAKING COOL" and goro's like. "what."

cue soooo much arguing over whether gorobot is the real deal, whether akira gives a shit, and whether goro is deserving of love, etc. because of course akira thinks gorobot deserves the entire world and more and also he thinks goro becoming a robot is the coolest shit ever.

(but also akira isn't very validating of goro's feelings and doesn't want to accept that he *has* changed quite a bit and if he wants to love this version of him he's going to have to accept that.)

so they both have a lot of growth to go through....