#Sleepwalker rogue

[nelkcats]

Sleepwalking Hero

Danny couldn't sleep much when he stayed at Amity. This never improved, probably because his senses just became much more sensitive so any noise could wake him up; eventually he managed to fall asleep at normal hours.

His friends discovered that he would sometimes wake up to fight ghosts in the middle of the night, although after some investigation they noticed that he was still asleep, he was sleepwalking! Jazz thought it was disturbing, the halfa thought it was hilarious. He was some kind of superhero with his eyes closed.

This became a problem when Danny moved to Gotham to complete his college studies, they had a very good engineering program and the halfa was excited. The first two nights everything was normal but the third night something weird happened; Danny slept as he normally would and woke up with little blood stains on his pajamas.

He frowned but didn't make a big deal of it, maybe if he ignored it then it would leave. It didn't go away, rather he started waking up with a...mask? on his face, Danny didn't know what to think about that development.

On the other hand, the bats were panicking, a vigilante with super strength had appeared in the middle of their patrols. The lower part of his face was covered with a mask and his eyes were always closed but as soon as he heard a commotion he would run towards it.

The vigilante seemed unable to contain himself and sent the rogues flying. Miraculously that had only resulted in hospital bills and not the morgue but the new "vigilante" wasn't listening to anyone and they were starting to worry.

[the-big-nope]

So if you've never played Mass Effect 3 (specific spoilers excluded), you are given three choices at the end of the final sequence to determine the fate of the galaxy going forward. None of these options are ideal: one of them maintains the status quo (or whatever remains of it) at great sacrifice, and the other two are pretty much leaps of faith into the unknown that may not work, one of which will cause significant change to the entire galaxy's population without anyone's consent. Unfortunately, the player character is alone, cut off from everyone else, was only just presented these choices at the end, and has literal minutes before the last bit of resistance in the galaxy is wiped out. Only you the player can make that choice. Some people don't enjoy this ending, but I do. The imperfect nature of it feels fitting, given the scale of the conflict the series is dealing with, and having to grapple with a choice that has no perfect solution and will require some degree of sacrifice/moral murkiness is always a fun last step for whatever version of the main character I'm exploring that playthrough.

My problem with the Bells Hells, despite also facing several imperfect choices that will massively effect their world regardless of which morally murky choice they may make, is that they DO have time. Not much of it, but some. They are not cut off from the rest of the world, and they have numerous allies in very high places from all across Exandria. And yet, despite Ashton's claims that they stand for the little people, Bells Hells haven't shared any of the things they've learned or any of the options available to them, not even with their close allies. The very metaphysical fate of Exandria hangs in the balance, and yet it hasn't occurred to them to ask.... pretty much anyone that these changes would actually affect what their opinions about it would be. Why do they keep bemoaning the weight of making these impossible choices while also neglecting to even try sharing the burden?

It would be one thing if the Bells Hells were convicted one way or another. If they were collectively set on banishing the gods/releasing Predathos regardless of anyone else's opinions it would make more sense, but they're not. If the people of Exandria are who they care about most in the outcome of this conflict, why do they keep endlessly seeking the opinions of higher beings rather than the ones of their fellow mortals?

The ending of Mass Effect 3 works (for me at least) because the whole series up to that point had been about the PC being the only one able to make the tough choices in the moment. The most pivotal points in the story often leave you with no time, or cut you off from any support, or leave you as the only one with the experience to make any sort of reasonable call. The ending is just that final step: the ultimate uncertain decision that you have no choice but to take a leap of faith into, trusting in the gut instinct and moral code that's led you this far. This isn't the case for Bells Hells. They've had time. They have readily available, experienced allies who have been through insane crises and dealt with powerful extraplanar beings. They don't HAVE to be the only ones making this choice, and the fact that they're acting like they are despite holding the fate of millions in their hands, and doing so rather cavalierly at that, is both confusing and... continuously frustrating to say the least.

[simp-ly-writes]

The Prophecy

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PAIRING: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!Reader

SUMMARY: Knee-deep in growing family tensions, you continue searching for the answers to your 'sleepwalking condition.' And in this search, you find yourself learning more about your ancestors, an uncle obsessed with his eldest niece, a king who struggles to be a father, and a young princess determined to invoke change.

TAGS: alternate universe, canon divergence, no use of y/n, second person perspective, female pronouns used, coarse language, emotional hurt/comfort, protective!Daemon, angst, soulmates, time travel, targ-cest, engine-translated high valyrian, not beta read. MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,257 | PRIOR | NEXT A/N: thank you all for the support on the first part, I hope you enjoy this next part! (I also used a translator for the high valyrian- so apologies for any inaccuracies).

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A DOZEN HUSHED WHISPERS SOUND FROM AROUND YOU YET YOU REMAIN FROZEN. You force your eyes closed- pretending to be asleep to try and focus on the words being spoken, "not ill... no symptoms... magic, sorcery..." you frown, I am most certainly ill if I am experiencing this, you think to yourself in yet another one of your dreams.

"...dreamer?" a whisperer asks before another confirms, "a dreamer, a seer, but how?- it has been decades..." And suddenly a frustrated whisper silences the room as you feel the bed dip by your knees, a hand picks up your own and holds it gently. "Mandia (older sister), do you hear me? Show me a sign that you are still with me like you promised me so," Rhaenyra calls out to you, head dipping to closely watch your face for any reaction- she gasps seeing your eyes fly open as you stare at the top of your canopy bed.

"Where am I? When is this?" your voice horse as you rub your eyes- thankful that your parents taught you the dying language of high valyrian back in your times.

"You are in the Red Keep and it is the year 104, your highness," a maester calls from the corner of the chamber, head dipping once meeting your gaze as yours soon widens at the sight of a much younger Princess Rhaenyra who sits by your side, she signals for a pitcher of water to be brought forward whist stacking a few pillows behind your back- helping you to sit upright before tiping the cup slowly against your lips.

You bring your hands forward, trying to take the cup from her yet her grip is strong for her small hands, "please, let me help you get better." And you can't help but comply in seeing her violet eyes turn a light shade of blue.

Setting the cup back down, Rhaenyra takes both of your hands in hers, placing them on her cheeks that silent tears stream down steadily. "Why must everyone be so sick? First you and then mother, is just not fair!" her head falls forwards and into your lap, "its just not fair..." her sorrows muffled into the bedding and as if on muscle memory you bring a hand to her head, threading your fingers gently through the knots and hum gently, unsure of how to answer her pleas.

You look up seeing as the maesters around you shuffle awkwardly, "you all are dismissed," your head tilting back in surprise for your own commanding tone watching as they hesitate for a moment before beginning to file out of the room, shutting the door softly behind themselves.

Rhaenyra's sniffles slowly fade as she looks up at you, "Kepus (uncle) was so worried for you, he always is and so was father... yet he was more worried that his brother would scare the maesters to death before they could treat you." She watches your eyes, trying to gage your reaction before you speak it, your heart aches seeing how earnestly she awaits your words- like they would soothe every ache in her mind.

"Kepus always needs a busy mind, Rhaenyra, worrying is just another distraction for he grows bored easily," you recite from one of the many records you read on the Rogue Prince while in school.

You watch as your supposed sister frowns at your words, eyebrows pinched together, "Don't let him hear you say that, Mandia, he may get offended." You snort before leaning in closer and whisper, "he is quick to offend." You laugh at Rhaenyra's short gasp before she giggles and shakes her head, pushing your face away.

"Is that laughter I hear? What are you two up to now?" a new voice calls from the doorframe that has you both freezing in your spot. Rhaenyra sits quickly upright as you force yourself not to bow at the sight of King Viserys, your supposed father. Gosh I need to wake up soon, you think to yourself.

"As you were," the King raises his hand, moving to stand at the foot of your bed. Hands gripping the footrest for support as he smiles down at you both, "you seem well," he acknowledges with a soft smile, "what did the Maesters do this time?" Viserys looks towards his youngest daughter expectantly who watched your whole procedure closely, she basks in her fathers attention.

"They used the same ointments as the last time but she woke up on her own again," Rhaenyra explains, quickly side eyeing you to agree in which you slowly nod, curious as to why she was not telling the full truth from what you briefly heard.

Viserys hums to himself while looking between you both before sighing and standing up straight, fixing the coat he wears like an anxious tick, "I'm sure your mother would be in better spirits if you both gave her a visit now that you are awake."

Rhaenyra jumps up, hand extending to help you up, frowning when you don't budge, "I am in my sleeping clothes, sister," you explain, "let me get dressed and then I shall meet you in the hall," you compromise and then you are finally alone.

Falling back onto the covers you bite your lip before looking out to your balcony, the doors are slightly open, a warm breeze drifts in carrying the sheer curtains with it that wave to you in greeting like the world is teasing you, withholding the very answers you desire so you curse the air, standing and heading towards your wardrobe. Let's hope those historical fashion classes were worth the money.

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You were out of breath by the time you were finished lacing up your garments, no wonder they needed a second army to get ready, you scoff before starting to twist the door handle and become startled as it seemingly twists itself in your hand and flys wide open.

Hands find your hips that pull you close to a broad frame draped in black robes, a silver dragon rides across their chest- its head framing their shoulder. Next you feel as their forehead knocks against your own, their breaths hot and heavy against your nose that you crinkle in confusion before seeing the light scaring on pale skin and a flash of silver hair reflecting in the sunlight, Daemon.

"I thought you had died when I saw the maesters dart out of the room," his whisper is like sandpaper to your ears, coarse and rough from unshed emotion, "like they were running from their fate by my hand." You hesitate on how to respond, unlike when Rhaenyra looked for your comfort- you didn't know what to do with your uncle so you mirrored his hold with your hands slowly moving to circle his hips- pulling yourselves closer together and in for a hug.

His arms are like a weighted blanket around your frame, you can feel his long stuttering sigh in relief as every muscle relaxes knowing you are in his arms. You flush, feeling flattered before rubbing circles with your palm against his back and wait for him to pull away yet he squeezes you closer, resting his chip to the top of your head, you feel as his fingers play with a loose thread of your dress, curling it around his finger before letting it fall.

Footsteps soon echo from down the hall, you try to shuffle away yet Daemon continues to hold you, squeezing his eyes shut to savour the moment as long as he can before the footsteps near and he pulls away and leaves a lingering palm that rests against your lower back.

A young guard stops before you both, his eyes sneak a glance at you before casting forwards, looking to an invisible point on the wall between your heads. Your uncle catches the stolen glance with a scowl, his hand rests upon the hilt of dark sister as he takes a step forwards, mouth opening to make a comment before you silence him with a smile and touch to his arm, a sudden rush of confidence clouding your better judgement.

His head tilts back, eyes in a silent demand to let me do this, for you, yet you shake your head firmly to vanquish his actions, "do you have a message?" The guards eyes go wide in remembrance, "y-yes, your highnesses. One reminder for the princess from the Queen. She requests your immediate presence in her drawing room."

You raise your hand, dismissing the guard while not meeting Daemon's accusatory stare, "he should be taught a lesson for his actions."

You feel the air shift in the corridor as he takes a confrontational step forwards- trying to sway your answer yet your feet remain planted in spot- not meeting his eyes that try and connect with your own, "what if I said I didn't mind his eyes, Kepus?" You drag out the title- choosing then to raise your chin, clashing violet with violet. You smirk upon seeing his nose flair- eyes sharpening to slits.

"Iksā daor olvie funny, Qēlītsos, (you are not very funny, little star)," his words are spoken in a cold charismatic poise, a double-edge sword of playful commentary and threat that has your adrenaline spiking with a desire to drink in more of his bubbling rage that warms you from within.

"Gaoman daor pirtiapos, nyke nūmāzma ñuha udra, (I do not joke, I mean my words)," you speak with determination and take a half step forwards, placing your hands behind your back as you lean forwards, enunciating every word, drinking in every minute reaction his chiselled features provide you, a seemingly endless entertainment as you stand toe-to-toe.

Daemon growls, his head tilts, peering down at your amusement that irks him beyond belief, "Yn ao sōpagon rȳ issa protection? (but you laugh at my protection?)."

Your smile softens to something bittersweet as you know the fate for this body like all the other women of your current position throughout history; having to face the looks in order to gain a marriage for the betterment of the throne, "sir gaoman yn issa ñuha future se konir sagon mirros ao daor keligon, (now I do but it is my future and that is something you cannot stop)."

"ao doubt ñuha kostion? (you doubt my ability?)," Daemon confidently poses his shoulders back and tone teasing. Accepting yet another challenge to keep himself amused with, you think to yourself with a shake to your head, "daor, Kepus, nyke sepār daor skorkydoso ra mōris, (no, uncle, I just know how things end)."

You gently knock your arm into his own as you pass him in the narrow corridor. Daemon does not answer nor move, brows furrowed as he contemplates your words. He turns and opens his mouth to speak only to find you already gone.

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After a few wrong turns and directions from servants and guards alike, you arrive in the Queen's drawing room where your sister sits opposite of your mother. A set of tea is set at the centre of the table, an assortment of fruit displayed in a bowl just beside as you take your seat, a servant rushes forwards to fill you a cup in which you politely take with a soft thank you for their service.

"It is good to see you alive and well, dear," Queen Aemma Arryn smiles at you, yet her eyes are filled with hurt, raising her cup to chime against your own, and it is then when you realize the Queen is pregnant.

"I am...." you pause before remembering you are not who you are in this body, "...glad to be back, I have missed you both without knowing I was in the first place." And then a knowing smile raises the corners of Rhaenyra's lips.

"You took some time to get here, sister... was there anyone-" she clears her throat, "anything that kept your attention?" You shoot your sister a glare that has her smile turning into a grin, troublemaker, you shake your head, cheeks warming. Aemma leans forwards, grabbing a grape while looking between the two of you expectantly.

"I sense a silent conversation that I don't understand the language to, do let me be a part of the talk," your mother chimes in. You and Rhaenyra share a look, go on, her eyes say and you sigh, finishing your cup of tea before placing it on the table and smoothing out your skirts.

"Kepus kept me from coming right away, I apologize," you state, pleased now? Rhaenyra nods enthusiastically, looking for the Queen's reaction that looks nothing but pleased as she looks you over.

"He cares for you more than his own lady wife, I think your uncle needs a reminder of his position- don't you think so, dear?" the once affectionate term now sounds like an insult as you swallow deeply and lower your head, a pain shoots through your chest that you choose to silence, "yes, mother-"

Yet Rhaenyra chimes in before you can finish your sentence, setting down her empty cup, "but he has always cared long since before I could remember, he is only trying to be a good uncle, why-"

"You have not matured enough to see my reasoning, Rhaenyra," Amma shuts down your sister, "what he thinks to be protection borders on obsession, it is not a good look for either of them."

Rhaenyra looks towards you yet you solemnly nod, agreeing with your mothers words. She appears more saddened by the words than you do, "but wouldn't Kepus get even more mad?"

"He can get mad all he wants sister but there is little he can do," you refill everyone's cups with a heavy sigh, "there is little any of us can do." You look towards your mother and down towards her stomach, a sickening feeling sits deep within you already knowing their fate.

But your words seem to spark something in the young girl as she stands, tipping her head down to you both as she moves to exit yet stops just before the doors, "then I will do something about it."

But seeing as one door closes, another opens as King Viserys walks over and grabs the Queen's hand, sharing a look before they both regard you, "with my new heir on the way, you must marry to ensure an alliance to strengthen the throne," Viserys says to you not from a position of your father, but as your king and so you bow your head, "I understand, father."

While in reality you did not, in all your studies you never read anywhere of a second princess, an older one nonetheless... your look of contemplation your parents take as devotion, smiling down upon your determined self.

"May you find a good husband," your mother wishes, placing her hand atop your fathers. "For the betterment of the seven kingdoms," your father adds, extending his other hand for you to grab and hold, "for the betterment of the seven kingdoms," you echo, squeezing his hand, "I will do my best," you promise equally yourself to finding answers and to your father.

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Night falls upon the castle as you walk the halls, studying the various tapestries hung underneath candlelight, no matter so little survived, you think to yourself before pausing in front of one detailing Aegon the Conqueror's invasion of Westeros that spans the entire length of the dining hall.

The vividness of the full spanning narrative is breathtaking from the little remnants you remember viewing in the museums of your time, you feel blessed by the gods in being able to see the real work so closely and without damage. Your hand gently taps one of the tassels at the corner of the work, watching as it swings before taking a step back and into someone.

You quickly try and turn around, apologizing for your lack of sense yet their arms wrap around your front, a chin rests upon your shoulder, "Aegon the first had two sister-wives as he was taking over Westeros." You place your hands atop of Daemons, "yet they were not treated equally," you counter, trying to pull his arm away yet they remain locked in place, "I am not some doll, Uncle Daemon, I am allowed to move on my own terms-"

"Then move," he deadpans, watching as you move your head to look up at him, "I am trying to," you growl, twisting and turning with a huff.

"You must try harder, fight, Zaldrītsos (little dragon), I promise you won't hurt me-" you force your elbow straight in between his ribs, winding your uncle as he staggers backwards. You dart forwards, grabbing the swords from one of the guards hips, your arms shake at the weight of the steel that you point at his heart with a scowl as he claps slowly at your outburst.

"So you can protect yourself... but you still will need for me," he quickly unsheathes dark sister, tipping the top of your sword that bends your wrist and forces you to yield. He kicks your sword back towards the guard, you listen as it screeches against the stone floors before stopping and all that is to be heard are your heavy breaths and the flickering of flames coming from the dozens of  torches within the hall. 

“Skoro syt gaomagon ao worry sīr olviem kepus? (why do you worry so much, uncle?),” you whisper, eyes trailing up from his boots till your meet eyes. You see as he hesitates to respond, teeth gritted in an internal battle, his words are spoken with careful precision as the back of his hand caresses your cheek before he kisses the top of your head, “Kesrio syt iksā se mērī run nyke refuse naejot ojughagon, (because you are the only thing I refuse to lose).” 

You watch as he quickly drops his touch as if you burned him, pain shoots through his eyes before he turns and storms out the room leaving you under the watchful eyes of Aemond the Conqueror once more. If the Rogue Prince cared so deeply for this Princess… then why was she not kept on any records, you think to yourself, turning back to the tapestries and watching as Dragons fly high over the burning rubble of cities below and the mangled corpses of hundreds of thousands that lay in the foreground only to end with the missing image of your time; a still of Aemond being crowned in front of his men and wives. 

His stitched eyes bore into your own, the flickering light of the flames makes his appearance appear animated before you, his mouth moving to read the faint inscription that circles his head, The Song of Ice and Fire, the prophecy you had read and seen played out before you in textbooks but the next words were new and uncharted, is the equal dream and fate I see across conquered lands. Silver must sit upon swords by the guidence of another conqueror- a dreamer, or all shall eternally sleep. 

Your head spins at this information, a voice calls to you, their presence close yet you feel so far. Your feet waver as you reach forwards to stabilize yourself, unknowingly grasping the tapestry and pulling it down alongside you towards the floor. A sudden heat rushes across your skin, a torch must have fallen as you smell the smoke and feel the flames surrounding you as shouts echo through the hall yet you do not scream in pain, allowing the fire to encapsulate you as sleep closely follows.

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A/N: I would be passin' out too if I read that, all we wanted to do was look at cool old stuff! lol

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[kathaelipwse]

Guarded By You - C.Seungcheol

Chapter 4: Miami scandal

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Warnings: Public scandal, implied intimacy, sleepwalking, risk blur professional lines. Word Count: 1810 words ; Reading Time: 10-ish mins

A/N: request's are open!! Taglist is open!! Its a rushed chapter I feel. Welp TT

-- Next Morning The Miami sun, a relentless, voyeuristic eye, beat down on the beachfront, transforming the BVLGARI photoshoot into a spectacle of orchestrated glamour and frenzied media attention. The air buzzed with the electric energy of flashing cameras, the murmur of excited fans, and the clipped commands of the production crew, a symphony of manufactured perfection.

You, the face of BVLGARI, were a radiant beacon, a carefully curated image for the world to consume, a digital goddess bathed in the harsh light of public scrutiny.

Cheol, ever-present, ever-vigilant, was your shadow, a dark, imposing figure against the vibrant backdrop, his presence a constant reminder of the thin line between security and the burgeoning chaos, a silent guardian in a world of manufactured illusions, a fortress of composure in a storm of fabricated realities.

The tension between you was a tangible force, a silent dialogue that crackled beneath the surface of professional courtesy. Playful banter, a dangerous dance of flirtation and denial, masked the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface.

You teased, he deflected; you challenged, he retreated. It was a game you both seemed determined to play, a dangerous dance on the edge of something forbidden, a silent battle of wills played out in the harsh glare of the public eye, a constant push and pull that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls between you, a silent war fought with words and glances, a battleground of unspoken emotions.

"You look like you're about to apprehend someone for unauthorized sandcastle construction, or perhaps a rogue hermit crab attempting to steal a diamond," you quipped, adjusting the diamond necklace around your throat, your voice laced with amusement. "Or maybe you're waiting for the signal from your seagull informants? I heard they're running a very sophisticated surveillance operation."

"Professionalism is not negotiable," he replied, his gaze scanning the crowd, his voice tight, his posture rigid, his eyes constantly moving, a silent sentinel on high alert. "Especially in this environment, where every glance is scrutinized and every action is recorded. We are under constant observation, and any lapse in judgment could be catastrophic."

"Oh, come on," you countered, a mischievous glint in your eyes, stepping closer, the scent of his cologne a heady mix of spice and something undeniably masculine, a dangerous allure that both intrigued and unsettled you. "Loosen the tie. Let the sand get between your toes. Live a little. Or are you afraid of getting your pristine shoes dirty? Or are you afraid of what might happen if you let go of control? Are you afraid of the feeling of something other than duty?"

"My priorities are clear," he stated, his jaw set, his voice unwavering, his gaze unwavering. "Your safety. And maintaining the integrity of this operation. Nothing more. Personal feelings are irrelevant."

"And what about your sanity?" you teased, your voice dropping to a low, sultry murmur, a dangerous whisper that hung in the air. "This whole 'stoic bodyguard' act is getting a little… predictable. Don't you ever want to break the rules? Don't you ever want to feel something other than duty? Don't you ever want to feel… human? Like yesterday?"

A flicker of something, perhaps amusement, perhaps annoyance, perhaps something else entirely, a raw, unguarded emotion that made your heart skip a beat, crossed his features, a fleeting glimpse of the man beneath the mask, but he quickly masked it, his expression returning to its usual impenetrable mask, a fortress of composure that guarded a hidden vulnerability. "My sanity is perfectly intact. And I have no desire to break the rules. Rules exist for a reason."

Then, the chaos erupted. A jealous fan more likely an obbsesive one, emboldened by the electric atmosphere, surged forward, breaching the security perimeter, a desperate attempt to touch the untouchable. Or a light stand, loosened by the wind, threatened to topple, a sudden, unpredictable danger. It didn’t matter. Cheol’s reflexes were lightning-fast, his hand a swift, decisive barrier between you and the perceived threat.

The moment, captured by a dozen cameras, was a blur of motion, a split-second of close physical contact that the world would dissect and misinterpret, turning a protective gesture into a romantic embrace, a carefully constructed narrative for the masses, a digital fairytale that would soon become a viral sensation.

The internet exploded. Social media platforms erupted with a frenzy of speculation, fueled by blurry photos and breathless conjecture. "Secret Romance!" screamed the headlines, accompanied by fabricated narratives and carefully edited videos. Fan theories dissected every glance, every gesture, transforming a professional relationship into a scandalous affair. "The Bodyguard's Obsession," "Forbidden Love on the Miami Sands," "BVLGARI's Secret Affair" – the hashtags trended worldwide, a digital wildfire that spread with alarming speed, consuming everything in its path, turning your lives into a digital soap opera.

You and Cheol were bombarded with questions, forced to navigate the treacherous waters of public perception, while trying to maintain the illusion of composure. Every interview, every public appearance, was a minefield of loaded questions and suggestive innuendo. The lines between reality and fiction blurred, the manufactured narrative threatening to consume you both, turning your lives into a reality show for the masses, a digital spectacle for the world to devour, a constant barrage of invasive questions and fabricated stories.

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Back at the beach house, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. The once-luxurious sanctuary felt like a gilded cage, the constant scrutiny a suffocating weight. You were amused, frustrated, and increasingly claustrophobic, the loss of privacy a bitter pill to swallow. Cheol, his stoic facade unwavering, was a study in controlled discomfort, the situation clearly grating on his nerves, yet he remained silent, like a tightly coiled spring, his emotions locked away behind an impenetrable wall, a silent sentinel guarding a secret he couldn't reveal, a man trapped between duty and desire.

"They're saying we're planning a secret elopement to the Bahamas," you announced, scrolling through the endless stream of fabricated news articles, your voice laced with wry amusement. "Apparently, we're going to have a beach wedding, with synchronized swimming dolphins as our bridesmaids. And the crabs? They are the best men. They also have a detailed plan for the honeymoon, which involves a submarine, a treasure chest filled with pearls, and a secret island owned by a pirate ghost."

Cheol’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek, his eyes dark with concern. "This is absurd. This is dangerous. This is a complete invasion of your privacy. This is getting out of control."

"Absurd?" you echoed, a wry smile twisting your lips, your voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "It's a digital circus, Cheol. We're the main attraction. And the clowns are having a field day. They are writing fan fiction at this point. They are saying we are childhood sweethearts, reunited by fate on a sun-kissed beach. They even have a detailed backstory about our time in the orphanage."

A flicker of something, a shadow of a memory, a flicker of pain, crossed Cheol’s features, a fleeting glimpse of a past he seemed determined to bury, but he quickly masked it, his expression returning to its usual impassive mask, a fortress of composure that guarded a hidden vulnerability. You noticed this reaction, this brief moment of vulnerability, and wondered why he reacted that way, what secrets lay hidden beneath his carefully constructed facade, what echoes of the past haunted his present.

The constant attention, the relentless scrutiny, began to take its toll. You found yourself retreating into the quiet corners of the beach house, seeking a moment of respite from the relentless onslaught. Sleep, when it finally came, was fitful and disturbed, plagued by vivid dreams and a constant sense of being watched. The lingering unease from the stalker threat, a phantom menace that refused to dissipate, added another layer of anxiety to your already frayed nerves, a constant reminder of the vulnerability that lurked beneath the surface, a chilling undercurrent in the digital tempest, a silent threat that hung in the air like a dark cloud.

That night, the stress reached a crescendo. You tossed and turned, the images of flashing cameras and invasive questions swirling in your mind. The rhythmic crashing of the waves outside seemed to mock your restless state, a constant, rhythmic reminder of the chaos that surrounded you, a relentless symphony of the digital age, a constant barrage on your senses.

Unbeknownst to you, the overwhelming stress triggered a rare episode of sleepwalking. You rose from your bed, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes glazed and unfocused. Drawn by an unconscious sense of security, you wandered through the darkened beach house, your bare feet silent on the cool tile, your subconscious seeking a refuge from the storm, a place of safety in the midst of the digital tempest.

Cheol, ever vigilant, had been running on minimal sleep, his focus unwavering as he monitored security and anticipated potential threats. The lack of sleep had made him more vulnerable than usual, his guard momentarily lowered. He had finally succumbed to exhaustion, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, his body finally surrendering to the relentless fatigue, his mind finally at peace.

You entered his room, your movements guided by an unseen force. He lay on his bed, his dark hair tousled, his breathing deep and even. Quietly, you lay down beside him, your body seeking the warmth and comfort of his presence, a subconscious desire for solace in the midst of chaos, a silent plea for protection in a world gone mad.

Your peaceful, sleeping face inches from Cheol’s, the intimacy of the moment heightened by the knowledge that it was unintentional, and the public scandal that had made the situation so complicated. A soft exhale escaped Cheol's lips as he shifted slightly in his sleep, his hand instinctively reaching out, almost touching your hair.

The air in the room was thick with unspoken desires, a dangerous proximity that threatened to shatter the fragile boundaries between duty and longing, a silent conversation in the language of touch and proximity, a dangerous dance on the edge of something forbidden.

The algorithm of attraction, it seemed, was rewriting the rules of engagement, while the echoes of a forgotten past threatened to resurface, adding another layer of complexity to the tangled tides of desire, a dangerous game played out in the harsh glare of the digital tempest, a silent battle fought in the shadows of fabricated narratives and unspoken emotions.

...To be continued

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a/n: Btw, The stuff done during sleepwalking can't be remembered by the one who is in that phase the next time they wake up ~

[babsibabbles]

a few days ago I came across this quote from Riz Ahmed about Rogue One:

I think in the latest Episodes Andor took this quote and ran with it, because the Gorman massacre is a wake up call for everyone.

You can see it with Syril. He looks around the Palmo Plaza and is horrified at what he sees and helped make possible. He does wake up to the lies and deceit the Empire planted around him. He has potential that immediately gets stifled but it's there.

For Mon the massacre is the breaking point. She can't be silent anymore. Mon wakes up again after her speech when Cassian shoots down people to get her out of the senate. She realizes quite drastically that the rebellion is costing lives and that she has to live with the fact that people are willing to kill for her. But it's necessary, sadly so nessecary for the cause to continue.

I would even argue that to an extent even Dedra becomes aware of this, she is absolutely losing it after the massacre. (I'm very interested what Syril's death and the massacre will do with her.) (Don't think she will turn, but maybe will have some doubts??)

Hell, we have an imperial battle droid waking up! It couldn't be more obvious here.

Cassian is already over this during the last arc. He is broken and burnt out and doesn't want to continue. He is almost too aware of the situation and it wears him down so much that he begins to crack. He wants to disregard his purpose and Bix has to make a decision for him. Something that he explicitly doesn't want. It's what he keeps telling himself and everyone else. We know he will come around, because we know deep down he can't ignore what is going on around him. He cares too much, but he has doubts. Too much knowledge about all the atrocities the Empire has inflicted on the galaxy (Aldhani, Narkina-5, Ghorman) and to live with all the people he has lost bring him only suffering and it's difficult to find meaning behind it, to continue. I think Mon's speech does nudge him a little, but it's not enough coming out of Ghorman as someone who has lived through the horrors. Bix choosing the Rebellion for him was actually so heartbreaking, because he couldn't do it anymore for himself. He wanted to get back to sleepwalking. Bix knows that Cassian is important for the Rebellion and she knows they can't continue like this. And she makes the call, because she has a clear vision of what needs to be done. She keeps him from sleeping. You know from what Maarva warned everyone about: "The Empire is never more alive than when we sleep."

I've said it again and again, but the thematic continuity in this show is so so so well done.

[zarvasace]

Pathfinder Chain 2.0

Masterpost

In which the LU boys are interpreted as having lived their lives and adventures in Golarion, as seen in Pathfinder 2e. Post/Mid-Godsrain. Will include art (mostly for character designs) and fic (specifically Febuwhump 2025.)

For some context in case you are unaware: Pathfinder is similar to Dungeons & Dragons, in which characters have numbers and you roll dice. It is generally played with a group of people each with their own character, but here I'm giving them all the numbers and using them as a basis for fic. It is a high-magic setting built on a foundation of Tolkien-inspired fantasy.

First appearance: Jan 8, 2025

Tag: #pathfinder chain (old designs use this tag, as well)

Previous Pathfinder Chain post, with old art.

Main fic series on AO3

Other works

Warriors frolicking art

Sky being adorable art

My previous Pathfinder Chain was made attempting to model the existing characters in the game as closely as possible, so we saw a lot of rangers and fighters and really only the one spellcaster (two, if we're counting Shadow.) These new character sheets have a different philosophy in mind, one that attempts to put the characters in the existing Pathfinder world and mesh their stories and gods with the lore. By that logic, there are more spellcasters, and I'm attempting to indulge the high-magic kitchen-sink god-bothered fantasy feel with these designs and stories. I'm very happy with them so far!! I'm planning to talk about the designs here, mostly, and reveal story details in fics.

In the update from 1.0 to 2.0, some of my decisions about ancestry and class changed, but plenty stayed the same. I've actually created character sheets this time, however, so I'm very excited to talk at length about those. :) For anyone interested in learning more about my choices, asks are open, and so is 2e.aonprd.com, the free, licensed online database of Pathfinder rules. I’m using Free Archetype and they’re all level 5.

Without further ado, may I happily present my second-version Pathfinder Chain, to be updated as I complete details and show you all the art that I'm working on!—

Four - halfling aiuvarin, artisan, thief rogue, ancestors oracle

Hyrule - sprite ganzi, nomad, phoenix bloodline sorceror, living vessel

Legend - elf beastkin, free spirit, thaumaturge (wand/weapon), sleepwalker

Sky - songbird strix, chosen one, exemplar, fighter

Time - human changeling, feybound, warrior muse bard, chronoskimmer

Twilight - awakened wolf, farmhand, untamed order druid, curse maelstrom

Warriors - keen-venom vishkanya, guard, commander, medic

Wild - human duskwalker, amnesiac, dragon instinct barbarian, wandering chef

Wind - azarketi sylph, sailor, rascal swashbuckler, air kineticist

All intro posts complete as of 1/15/25

[vylad243]

Some Sonic universe HCs because I have no control in my life

Shadow has both reproductive organs, but he is infertile

Shadow gained a good portion of his powers after he sexually matured, hence why some are much later than other

Sonic can and will tackle hug his friends after saving the world

This is just canon, but Amy is the strongest of the gang. The headcanon part is that everyone forgets until she traps them in a bear hug

Shadow has a card where if he does a certain amount of favours for Rogue, she'll leave him alone for one week. He has never cashed it in and Rogue has forgotten about it

Shadow has blown up his apartment. Multiple. Times. Apparently nightmares and having the ability to blow yourself up doesn't mix well

Shadow now has to live with Rogue and Omega because he isn't trusted alone

Tails likes to recycle Eggman's robots and reuse the metal. It's why he has a countless amount of supplies

Vanilla let's Amy train Cream because she knows Amy is the best choice for it and she wants Cream to be able to defend herself and Cheese

Big has once found an injured chao while fishing and gave it to Shadow. He believes Shadow just needs someone to look after

Everyone is aware of Shadow's fear of heights. He's terrible at hiding it

Sonic sleeps while standing up sometimes and he sleepwalks a lot

Knuckles and Rogue like to spar with Omega and Shadow as the referees

The master emerald gravitates to Shadow for his natural chaos energy and Knuckles fucking hates it

Cream has made Shadow watch My Little Pony

His favourite pony is Princess Luna, but he would never admit that

Sonic does like Strawberry Shortcake, but he likes seeing Amy mad because he thinks she's cute mad

Omega follows Shadow and Rogue like a lost puppy when he has no mission

Shadow doesn't feel like he belongs on Mobius, but he also feels like he doesn't deserve to live on Earth

Rogue is a pansexual queen

Tails has nightmares about rusty tools

Whenever anyone gets injured outside of missions, their instinct is to try and find Shadow and have him heal them

No one knows why or how this started

Vanilla likes to bake and cook for everyone

Amy volunteers at the local library

Whenever someone pisses off Shadow, they give him coffee beans in hopes of pacifying him

Or when they're about to do something really dangerous (not a mission) they give him a bunch in hopes he'll heal them

Rogue is drowning in coffee beans guys. Shadow can't eat them that fast, he doesn't have the proper stomach to digest human food properly

Amy writes in a glitter pink pen and in cursive

Shadow writes in cursive

Sonic writes like a 2nd grader

Tails writes in printed

I'm convinced Knuckles can only read and not write. How would he hold a pencil?

Omega writes with bullets and will shoot at a wall to write

Rogue has tried to convince Shadow to go dark mode and hero mode multiple times. She has been unsuccessful each time

After Shadow received his hero, dark, and neutral form, he developed Sectoral Heterochromia and has a bit of blue in one eye and a touch of gold in the other. His eyes are still mostly red

Tails likes to work on Shadows rings and rocket boots

Infinite is living in Null Space and has been there for a while now. He has no plans to attack. He's been keeping Null Space empty

Infinite's real name is Zero

The Phantom Ruby has been fully absorbed into Infinite, making it so he no longer needs the ruby, but he doesn't know that

Tails used to step on his extra tail

Knuckles mostly has trust issues because of Rogue

Shadow fears the day he outlives everyone and doesn't want to be alone again

Shadow's blood is green and it still freaks everyone out to this day

Rogue pretends Shadow is her boyfriend whenever she's uncomfortable and has a codeword with him

Shadow can recognize the 'help me' look from women and will take immediate action

Sonic used to call Shadow 'Faker' more after finding out Shadow is a hybrid, until he realized it actually really hurt Shadow's feelings

Knuckles and Amy are brother/sister. Fight me

Cream likes to have Shadow and Amy over at the same time because she thinks the three of them make an amazing trio and wants to actually fight crime with Shadow and Amy

Sonic hates Shadow's eyes because they glow in the dark.

On a completely unrelated note, Shadow loves scaring the shit out of Sonic

Rogue likes to brag about how she's the only normal one in Team Dark

Shadow, Rogue, and Omega have a concerning amount of jewels in their apartment

Shadow ranks as the Ultimate Lifeform. He is the strongest of the strongest, but he's still learning his own powers and capabilities, which is why the others are capable of surpassing him

Amy loves flowers but is allergic to flowers. You will catch her with so much Benedryl in the spring

Shadow is the only one who can breathe easily in space. The others struggle

Sonic has tried multiple times to get over his fear of water, with the help of others. It has never worked out

Eggman likes being in his underwater bases because Sonic can't swim

That's all I got for now! Just saw sonic 3 and it was so good! Enjoy the headcanons!

[allovesthings]

Considering this is Batman: streets of Gotham, and the majority of it happens during the DickBats era, you would think this was Dick. It isn't. It's Bruce.

He saw Penguin sleepwalking in PJs, stopped doing what he was doing,pulled out his phone and took a picture.

It's hilarious..

Do we think he has other embarrassing pictures of the Rogues in the trophy room ?

[dailycharacteroption]

Sleepwalker (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by kirinkarwai on Artstation)

And so we move on from sleep researchers to those that use the power of sleep and dreams.

While they are not necessarily true somnambulists, today we’re looking at characters that tap into the subtle arts of dream magic, able to not only reach into the dreams of others, but also manipulate their own state of mind to bolster themselves.

While some use this power for personal gain by manipulating others as they dream, others serve as protectors of dreaming and wakeful minds alike, and both learn to blur the line between the fantastical and the real.

This archetype has some elements of the dreamthief archetype for rogue from first edition, as well as other archetypes from the mesmerist class and so on, so there’s definitely a precedent here, but it doesn’t necessarily match any First Edition class or archetype directly.

The base dedication of the archetype allows the hero to use autohypnosis to put themselves in a controlled trance, bolstering their mind against mental effects as their distorted perceptions treat such things as passing figments, at the cost of slowing their reactions and ability to notice details. This normally lasts for a minute, but with a bit of effort they can wake up early if they need to.

Many also learn to infiltrate the dreams of sleeping creatures by slipping into their own trance, but at first they can only do so as silent observers, interpreting information based on what they see.

While in their trance, many learn to predict possible outcomes to avoid error, allowing them rerolls to skilled actions or to saves.

Naturally, magic associated with sleep comes easy for them, and many learn to either induce slumber in others or send messages in dreams, or both.

With a bit of focus, trancing sleepwalkers can drag foes into their daydream as well, confusing them as they are surrounded by false stimuli.

More manipulative sleepwalkers eventually learn to implant suggestions into dreamers when they infiltrate their dreams.

On the other hand, others learn a ritual to ward themselves and other nearby dreamers from nightly influence, protecting them from fellow sleepwalkers, casters of nightmare spells, and even monstrous dream assailants like night hags.

Their daydreams might also begin to affect the perceptions of those around them as well, causing others to ignore strange behavior as a passing fancy, letting them slip into restricted areas or attack someone in broad daylight unless a witness snaps out of it.

Powerful practitioners can call forth multiple minds into a shared dream, letting them hold meetings across vast distances with the power of dreams.

The most powerful sleepwalkers never have to wake up if they don’t want to, their daydream trance lasting indefinitely, and even letting them act while fully asleep, albeit sluggishly.

This is a fun archetype that you can go heavy into or focus on either the dream infiltration or trance side of things, providing buffs to yourself and debuffs to foes. You can add this to pretty much any class too, though occult casters certainly match the vibes the best.

A fun detail about this archetype is that it mentions that at higher levels, the character actually becomes slightly indistinct as their bodies actually begin to tread the line between real and fantasy, which is a fun detail. However, these characters are likely to tread that barrier in their minds more regularly. One way to represent that is perhaps roleplaying the character as having a dreamlike awareness to them, being vague and not typically overwhelmed by any situations they find themselves in. Try not to overdo it though, as you might come across as annoying or disinterested in the game from a player standpoint.

The animists of the Kovbeki clan engage in dreamwalking to find insight, and these spiritual leaders always seem half-asleep, even in battle or when riding between camping locations as the clan follows the mammoth herds on their migratory paths.

Velier Nightwalker might seem like an eccentric and inattentive teacher, but there is no one better equipped to train new students on the theory of both the dimension of dreams and the plane of shadow, since he is both a half-elven fetchling and a master of sleepwalking. He feels certain there is a link between the distorted perception of dreams and the half-real shadow, but he has yet to find it.

Arms races are cutthroat things, and with a new age of flying machines comes a new wave of methods to enhance the pilots. One such technique that has caught on is training the pilots to fall into trances that allow them to act on almost precognitive instinct, though the drop in their awareness does require a secondary spotter pilot to help keep them from being blindsided.

[deputyrook]

Writing Masterlist

I’m on A03 as deputyrook, and if a fic is more than 1500 words, I will usually cross-post it there as well

My writing tag is #my-writing

Please feel free to send me whatever via Inbox! I'm happy to get messages, questions, thoughts, etc.

That includes prompts. I can't promise I will fill every prompt I receive, but I really receiving and enjoy working from them

Some of the content I write is not going to be for everyone- I'm okay with that! If you don't like the things I write, there are absolutely no hard feelings on my end if you want to block me.

With that said, I am pretty careful to tag everything so people can filter it/blacklist it. If there's something I've posted you feel should be tagged with a tw that I haven't, please let me know.

Writing Masterlist, including emoji-key legend, below the cut:

🌶️ = Smut | 💖 = Fluff | 🖤 = Dead dove | ✨ = Short/Drabble

💕 = Gen romance | 🤍 = Plot heavy/focus | 💛 = Non-romantic

Dragon Age

Lucanis/Rook/Spite:

In Her Absence- A03- Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite 💕

Playing Cards - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️

Alliance of Three - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️💕🤍

Sleepwalking - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 💖💕✨

Kitchen Nightmare- Lucanis/Fem!Rook, 💖💕✨

Other:

Mala Suledin Nadas - A03 - Elgar'nan/Fem!Rook, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Blindspots- A03 - Gen 💛

Viago learns about Illario/Rook - Drabble - ✨

Chocolate 💛✨

Video Games (Other)

Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader:

Cronos Parasite Engine - Dom!Marazhai/Fem!RT, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Far Cry 5:

If You Have Ghosts- Joseph Seed/Rook 💕

Seven Scars- Joseph Seed/Rook, Soulmate Au 💕

Film/TV

Nightcrawler (2014)- The Assistant - A03 - Lou Bloom/Reader, 18+ 🖤💕

[UNFINISHED/ABANDONED] Saw- Impressions - Mark Hoffman/Reader, 18+ 🤍💕🌶️

Original Fiction

[WIP] Pythium.exe - Interactive Fiction 🤍💕🖤✨

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

Roxy of a Rogue of Void. She steals from nothingness. "Irrelevant" characters like Equius and Nepeta get to peek through the Void a little bit.

Ooh love that as a reason for them to be in the background of [S] Roxy: Sleepwalk. Of course, I still choose to believe that it was important for the narrative to tell me, Clock, personally, that Nepeta and Equius are just fine in the dreambubbles.

[psykerdrama]

born to a family of crewmen who had served the same rogue trader dynasty for generations, voidborn echo was a strange child, often plagued by nightmares and disturbing bouts of sleepwalking. as she grew, it became clear that her troubles stemmed from a deep well of psychic ability. training opened the young diviner's mind to gifts the likes of which had not been seen in a generation--gifts which she was ultimately unable to harness. she proved a worthy sacrifice, leaving behind two stricken friends, eloise von stern and sabrina graves. for years hence they would wonder separately whether they only imagined echo's presence following them in the warp, discernible only by the rasp of her voice, the ghostly scent of her stolen lily perfume...

[corvidcrowned]

Hi apologies for the delay in answering about the Carmilla being in a sleepwalking trance thing! I meant less her being completely unconscious and more like. Feral. That irresistible law that she speaks of Obeying, for example. Like a werewolf in the full moon. Yes she turns into an animal and she pounces on her victims after pacing around nervously, or like a sleep paralysis demon, and she looks entranced around the trees when spotted, but she's clearly letting it happen. (And in the cases such as the general and Bertha, she knows that this will happen.) I mean that at some point past midnight she less calculates assassinations like a Rogue, and more surrenderers to the animal in her. She may or may not remember what exactly happened the night before m If that makes sense.

ahhhh ok ok I get it. Interesting concept!!! Irresistible law of animalistic hunger and such. Very fun.

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2024 MOVIE LIST

www.tumblr.com/theharpermovieblog

1. X (2022)

2. The Adventures Of Robin Hood (1938)

3. The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg (1964)

4. One Armed Boxer (1972)

5. Master Of The Flying Guillotine (1976)

6. Road House (1989)

7. Asteroid City (2023)

8.Mission Impossible (1996)

9. Strawberry Mansion (2021)

10. Event Horizon (1997)

11. Septic Man (2013)

12. The Punisher (1989)

13. Dragonslayer (1981)

14. Sweet Home (1989)

15. Stephen King's The Night Flier (1997)

JOHN CARPENTER MARATHON

16. John Carpenter's Vampires (1998)

17. John Carpenter's Prince Of Darkness (1987)

18. Dark Star (1974)

19. Geostorm (2017)

20. Q: The Winged Serpent (1982)

21. Suitable Flesh (2023)

22. Saltburn (2023)

23. Videodrome (1983)

24. Short film triple feature

•Rabbits Moon (1972)

•Premonitions Following An Evil

Deed (1995)

•Curve (2016)

25. Strangers On A Train (1951)

26. Hardcore Henry (2015)

27. Alligator (1980)

28. Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolf (1966)

29. Mindwarp (1992)

30. Severed Ties (1992)

31. The Killing Of A Sacred Deer (2017)

32. The Wolf House (2018)

33. Kuso (2017)

STEPHEN KING THEATRICAL MOVIE WEEK

34. Needful Things (1993)

35. The Dark Half (1993)

35. Creepshow (1982)

STEPHEN KING TV WEEK

36. The Tommyknockers (1993)

37. Quicksilver Highway (1997)

38. Storm Of The Century (1999)

39. Dream Scenario (2023)

40. Lawrence Of Arabia (1962)

41. Dark City (1998)

FUCKED UP MOVIE WEEK

42. Ichi The Killer (2001)

43. We Are The Flesh (2016)

42. Possession (1981)

43. Messiah Of Evil (1973)

44. Double Impact (1991)

45. The Mask (1994)

DAVID LYNCH WEEK

46. The Grandmother (1969)

47. Blue Velvet (1986)

48. Inland Empire (2006)

49. Late Night With The Devil (2023)

50. Alone In The Dark (1982)

51. In A Glass Cage (1986)

52. Thriller: A Cruel Picture (1973)

53. Death Proof (2007)

54. Night Of The Comet (1984)

RUTGER HAUER DOUBLE FEATURE

55. Surviving The Game (1994)

56. Flesh+Blood (1985)

57. After Blue (2021)

58. Dunkirk (2017)

59. Mortal Kombat (1995)

60. Barfly (1987)

61. The Innkeepers (2001)

62. Deathdream (1974)

63. Piranha (1978)

QUEER HORROR WEEK

64. Interview With The Vampire (1994)

65. Knife+Heart (2018)

66. Cat People (1942)

67. High Plains Drifter (1973)

68. Dr. Caligari (1989)

69. Max Headroom: 20 Minutes Into The Future (1985)

70. Southern Comfort (1981)

71. Curse 2: The Bite (1989)

72. Liquid Sky (1982)

73. Runaway Train (1985)

74. Logan's Run (1976)

75. A Face In The Crowd (1957)

1980's COMEDY WEEK

76. The Naked Gun (1988)

77. Better Off Dead (1985)

79. Vibes (1988)

PHANTASM SEQUEL WEEK

80. Phantasm 3: Lord Of The Dead (1994)

81. Phantasm 4: Oblivion (1998)

82. Phantasm 5: Ravager (2016)

83. Stopmotion (2023)

84. Men (2022)

85. She Is Conann (2023)

86. The City Of Lost Children (1994)

87. Etheria Film Night (2024)

88. Doom Asylum (1987)

89. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

90. The Sadness (2021)

91. Jaws (1975)

92. Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

93. Alien: Romulus (2024)

94. CRITTERS FOUR IN ONE REVIEW

•Critters 2: The Main Course (1988)

•Critters 3 (1991)

•Critters 4 (1992)

•Critters Attack (2019)

95. Poor Things (2023)

96. The Masque Of The Red Death (1964)

97. The Hudsucker Proxy (1994)

98. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024)

99. Cemetery Man (1994)

100. War Of The Gargantuas (1966)

101. Kinds Of Kindness (2024)

102. Man Bites Dog (1992)

103. An American Werewolf In London (1981)

MAD MAX MARATHON

104. Mad Max (1979)

105. Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981)

106. Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome (1985)

107. Longlegs (2024)

108. In A Violent Nature (2024)

109. Sleepwalkers (1992)

110. Black Moon (1975)

111. Only Lovers Left Alive (2013)

112. American Mary (2012)

113. Dracula (1931)

114. Riki-Oh: The Story Of Ricky (1991)

115. Castle Freak (1995)

116. Miller's Crossing (1990)

117. Night Of The Creeps (1986)

118. On The Waterfront (1954)

BONUS FILM

119. Hundreds Of Beavers (2022)

112. Crimes Of The Future (1970)

121. Dark Night Of The Scarecrow (1981)

122. Nosferatu (1920)

123. The Thief Of Bagdad (1924)

124. Ghosts Of Mars (2001)

125. Hellraiser (1987)

126. High Sierra (1941)

127. Phantasm (1979)

128. Cannibal Apocalypse (1980)

129. I, Tonya (2017)

130. The Long Good Friday (1980)

131. Nosferatu (2024)

132. The Substance (2024)

FINAL MOVIE OF 2024

133. Hour Of The Wolf (1968)

[cagemasterfantasy]

Greetings

*An eye appears on your screen* Hello my name is Cage and welcome to my blog. Here you can find posts about Pokemon MLP and my favorite thing DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS. So a little bit about me.

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them.

Age: 23

Loves: Dungeons and Dragons, Pokemon, MLP, Star Wars, Eldritch Entities beyond Mortal Comprehension, Assassin's Creed, Video Games and People or characters with Autism or ADHD (yes if it isn't obvious with that YES I HAVE BOTH OF THOSE).

Dislikes: *ahem* Adult Stuff. It's the one thing I can't stand. Making out or kissing is fine with me but no further than that and so long as it isn't done constantly.

Favorite Song: Sleepwalking by The Chain Gang of 1974

Favorite Video Game song: Currently there are 5 that are my top favorite, Bomb Rush Blush from Splatoon, Apex of the World from Fire Emblem, Main title themes of Assassin's Creed Odyssey and Assassin's Creed Valhalla (If you haven't listened to those go listen to them both of those are the best music I've ever listened to) and finally Meltdown from Undertale Yellow.

Favorite Food: Italian Mexican Indian and Chinese.

Stuff you should know: I will mainly post blogs about Dungeons and Dragons Pokemon or MLP.

All right that's all for now enjoy this DND gift on the house. *The eye closes leaving you to do as you please on your device but it has left you a gift*

DND 2014 and 2024 Classes and Subclasses

Don't worry this also includes subclasses for each of them in each link. For unearthed arcana check with your DM to see if it's ok with them. Remember 2014 subclasses can be used for new edition and vice versa so long as your DM approves it. And all spell lists are included in each one so don't worry.

2014 (5e)

Barbarian

Bard

Cleric

Druid

Fighter

Monk

Paladin

Ranger

Rogue

Sorcerer

Warlock

Wizard

Artificer

2024 (new and improved)

Barbarian

Bard

Cleric

Druid

Fighter

Monk

Paladin

Ranger

Rogue

Sorcerer

Warlock

Wizard

Species: Note you are still able to use the 2014 Species for 2024 and vice vers the only difference is if the Species has a stat increase for 2024 rules remove it

2014 Species

Species

2024 Species

Species

[starlieeexd]

How does your Jonathan do with Jervises sleep clingyness? Does it bother him or does he find it sweet? Or maybe does he fall asleep too? Take all the time you need and thank you!

My Jon is very touch adverse, which applies to everyone including the rogues. Jervis knows this and knows to not go to him when starting to fall asleep, though he does tend to forget during his less lucid moments. Jon is perfectly fine with him sleeping nearby though if there is no one else around, so long as he keeps his hands to himself, since he finds Jervis’s sleepy rambles entertaining and he’s good company regardless.

Also…

…Jervis makes a lot of noise in his sleep. Snoring, talking, etc. Thankfully, he doesn’t sleepwalk, but everyone would prefer him to be a sleepwalker over the person who is actually one (Jonathan).