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The mystery of P's skin

If there's one thing the entire Lies of P community can agree upon, it's probably that Pinocchio looks very, very handsome. Many people - including me - were enamored by his looks from the moment they first saw him in the trailers, by his soft locks, sweet freckles and big blue eyes.

However, even early on, I couldn't help but feel like there was something... odd about his features - more specifically, his skin. For a puppet whose outer shell usually consists of porcelain, wood, or some other artificial material, it looked almost too realistic.

Of course, it could just be very realistic looking faux skin (which, given Lies of P's 19th-century technology, would be kind of impressive), but after some careful observations, I get the feeling there actually might be more to it. And given some of the things I learned in my research about real-life automata, there might be a grisly, sinister secret behind P's innocent face.

[Massive spoilers for Lies of P]

[CW: skinning, violence to children]

The Lies of P character cards

The first time I noticed there was something strange about P's skin was when I was looking at the character cards Neowiz released back in 2022, as promotional material for Gamescom.

These cards feature high-resolution renders of the main characters, showing a lot of structural details of clothing, hair, and skin.

As for P's render, it looks like this:

One thing that confused me from the start was just how perfectly normal his skin looks. Most of the other puppets have porcelain skin, which creates a very distinct reflection when light falls onto it, as we can see with Polendina:

For P, however, we see no such effect, implying that his outer shell is not made of porcelain. Also, seeing how he occasionally squints his eyes on the character screen and how his skin squishes and stretches as a result, I think it most definitely consists of something else - because if I know one thing, it's that porcelain does not physically behave that way.

Instead, a lot of people (particularly fanfic writers) have come up with the headcanon that P has really realistic-looking faux skin. However, if that were the case, I would find it really puzzling just how many small impurities there are on his face. You would probably expect synthetically manufactured skin to look very smooth and clean, but in case of P, if you pay close attention, you can spot tiny irregularities giving the impression of skin pores, and even a bump above his left eye.

In comparison, P's skin actually looks surprisingly similar to that of the human characters from the game. For reference, here are the portraits of Sophia, Venigni and Eugénie:

See what I mean? There is virtually no distinction between the structure of P's skin and that of the human characters (to be fair, Eugénie's even looks a lot cleaner). Adding to this, these close-ups of P's face during the ending cutscene make it apparent that these small blemishes certainly, most definitely are skin pores.

Considering all of this, I've come up with a somewhat eccentric theory - that P's skin is neither made from porcelain nor some other kind of faux material, but real, actual skin.

Automata with animal skin and Vaucanson's "Flute Player"

Some of you may wonder: "But P is a puppet! How could he possibly have real, human skin?"

Well... this is where the disturbing part begins.

First off, we have to take a quick dive into the history of automata, the real-life clockwork machines providing the basis of Lies of P's lore. Originally, clockwork mechanisms took up an enormous amount of space, being used for huge clock towers in cities and large-scale moving sculptures. Over the centuries, the mechanical components became smaller, enabling clockmakers and artisans to produce more intricate crafts, including miniature reproductions of people and animals.

Clocks and music boxes featuring birds with real feathers were extremely popular, but there were also other automata coated with real animal skin: As early as the 17th century, we have a drumming bear with actual bear fur (located in the Mathematisch-Physikalischer Salon, Dresden) and a pair of lion table clocks (located in Skokloster Castle, Sweden) coated in the hide of lambs. From the 19th century, we know of a toy mouse by Gustave Vichy as well as a toy rabbit by Nicolas Théroude, both covered in real animal fur. In addition, there were various 19th-century dolls with leather bodies, and the company Jérôme Thibouville-Lamy even produced an miniature ensemble of monkey musicians with heads covered in soft leather, which could could move their lips to show their teeth.

However, we don't have any accounts that skin was used for human automata - except for one extraordinary case from the 18th century.

In 1738, the French inventor Jacques de Vaucanson presented an automaton called "The Flute Player". It was the size of a real-life human, and in contrast to all other automata of the time, it didn't use some kind of sound box to produce its music, but actual air flow. The inner mechanism consisted of a system of nine bellows, divided into sets of three, which were each controlled by a weight to regulate air pressure. Each set was attached to a pipe, three in total, which all joined up into a single one, similar to a trachea. This singular pipe continued up the throat, widening at the top to form the mouth cavity where the air flowed out. To correctly play the flute, the automaton was equipped with lips which could not only open and close, but also move back and forward to cover the holes. To better control the air flow and create pauses between notes, the automaton even possessed a movable, silver tongue.

Despite this virtually perfect imitation of the action of flute playing, Vaucanson had to realize that the automaton's metal fingers weren't pliable enough to cover the holes of the instrument correctly - so, for the automaton to be able to execute its task, Vaucanson had to glove the hands in real, actual skin.

It's speculated it was human skin, although I couldn't find any source decisively confirming this. Either way, despite Vaucanson being a quite controversial figure among his contemporaries, he was a fascinating personality: He was one of the first to construct automata that were not meant to serve as mere toys, but which could do labor, being credited with the invention of what we today would call household androids back in 1727(!), and chances are he was neurodivergent as well (coming from my own observations as a neurodivergent person).

However, as much as I'd love to write an entire essay about Vaucanson right now, let's get back to our actual topic.

The procedure

To put it bluntly, what I think actually happened is this:

Geppetto took the skin of a dead boy, treated it in some way so it wouldn't rot, and then draped the skin over a wooden puppet frame.

I think from a moral standpoint, Geppetto would definitely be able to do this - however, it would require him to have a good deal of experience with human anatomy. As someone who builds humanoid puppets, I think he would at least have a theoretical understanding of it, but still, he's an engineer, not a doctor.

There is, however, one group with excellent medical knowledge who certainly wouldn't shy away from dissecting a human being: the Alchemists. Although Geppetto's dislike of the Alchemists is well known, he himself admitted that "in desperate times, I broke my own rule" after the disaster at the Grand Exhibition, and I assume Carlo's resurrection would be more than good a reason for that as well. Basically, my suspicion is that Geppetto had help from the Alchemists - maybe even from Simon Manus himself. If this was the case, I imagine Simon probably demanded some kind of favor in return - perhaps Geppetto and Simon struck a deal, with the Alchemists giving Geppetto free rein to execute his little experiment with the Puppet Frenzy, while he agreed not to interfere with their own. This would support the Mad Donkey's statement that Geppetto and the Alchemists were "scheming together". (Also, if they were actually working together, I think things already started with the Nameless Puppet, Geppetto's first attempt at resurrecting Carlo. In the cutscene before the fight against the Nameless Puppet, we can see that Geppetto's left hand has been fitted with implants, having the same bluish complexion that is typical of people who have been "enhanced" by the Alchemists.) However, I don't think Geppetto ever really trusted the Alchemists, so he probably planned to betray them at some point - at the same time, I think Simon knew Geppetto was deceiving him (reading thoughts is such an op skill), so he didn't fully rely on him either.

Regardless whether Geppetto had assistance or not, completely skinning a human without damaging the skin requires an immense amount of care. Looking at P's skin (or at least what we can see of it), there are no visible seams anywhere, which would mean Geppetto did his best to keep it intact, probably including the hair as well. (As we all know, P's hair looks very soft and natural, and you can't see any outlines where it was glued on; therefore, I believe it was left rooted in the skin.) Nevertheless, if you want to skin a body, you have to make a cut somewhere. One possible option would be the hole in P's chest (where the P-Organ is inserted), as there would later be an opening anyway; also, given that the Legion Arm would later replace the left one, there would naturally have to be a cut at the left upper arm. However, both of these openings would most likely be too small to completely remove the skin. Due to this, my suspicion is that Geppetto made a third, larger cut down P's back. It would be big enough to take the complete skin off, and it would also be convenient if P had something like a cam storage in his back, similar to the Jaquet-Droz automata. (This has been a headcanon of mine for a long time, since these cam discs act as an analogue storage for a clockwork automaton's movements, which are engraved into the edge. Given that P's combat moves are quite complex, he'd need a lot of space for those; btw, my theory is that the amulets from the game are actually interchangeable cams, because they have "information and memories that are useful for movement" imprinted on them.) I would assume both the openings at the front and at the back are usually covered with skin, with a small seam being visible where the original cut was. Whenever Geppetto needs to do maintenance, the skin would be peeled back to give him free access.

As for the rest of the process, I suppose it would be kind of similar to taxidermy. As it happens, the Victorian era (which is around the same time period the game is set in) was actually the golden age of taxidermy, when mounted animals started to become more lifelike - there was even a trend among pet owners to let their deceased pets be stuffed, as a way to "resurrect" them. (Just why do I always manage to stumble upon the most cursed parallels?) Once the skin had been taken off, any remains of fat and muscle tissue would be removed, after which it would be either tanned or treated with preserving chemicals. Following this, the skin would be mounted on a mannequin, in P's case probably a standard puppet frame made from wood and metal. Of course, you need to take precise measurements of the original body beforehand, and since this is about his darling son, I imagine Geppetto would put extra care into the modeling. At the end, all you'd have to do is add glass eyes - and well, there you have it: a perfect, biomechanical imitation of a human being.

However, we do know there were some unexpected changes in P, even physical ones like his hair growing. Presuming that he indeed does have real skin, I wonder if this may be due to the Ergo "recognizing" the organic material in some way, causing these lifelike reactions. I could imagine a puppet with human skin is quite unprecedented, so this would likely be a first time occurrence - in that case, it might potentially give a whole new meaning to Sophia's statement that P is a "special puppet". (I could go into even more detail regarding my theories about Ergo and P's transformation into "another kind of human" here, but frankly, I think this topic deserves its own post.)

I think P is far from Geppetto's first attempt, however: We do know from the description of the Nameless Puppet's Ergo that the Nameless Puppet (which presumably is a Frankenstein version of Carlo) was the first to be equipped with a P-Organ, but after it turned out to be unstable, it was left abandoned and locked away. In that sense, I imagine Romeo was something like a "field test" - I don't think turning Romeo into a puppet was something Geppetto planned from the start, but when he came and asked him, he presented Geppetto with too good of an opportunity to pass up. When the transferring of Romeo into his puppet body, all memories and personality intact, turned out to be a success, Geppetto decided to take the next step with P. I assume he designed multiple versions of P until he was satisfied, which might mean that the broken puppet in the swamp (which also seems to possess a P-Organ and isn't bound to the Grand Covenant) is actually one of P's predecessors.

Still, as interesting and disturbing all of these speculations are, there is one question that remains: If P really does possess real human skin, who was the original owner of it?

The origin of P's skin

The first, most logical assumption would probably be that Geppetto used the skin of Carlo. Back in 2022, when everyone hypothesized Geppetto had a son but no one could confirm it, I also assumed he took the skin of his deceased son.

Now that we know the game's story though, we have a bit more information. First off, it's heavily implied that the Nameless Puppet is actually a Frankenstein version of Carlo, which would mean that the weird organic-looking parts - specifically the upper body, right arm and face - originally belonged to Carlo's body.

Given that they have the appearance of decaying tissue, it seems like Geppetto did his best to save as much of Carlo's body at first, but ultimately was unsuccessful in bringing him back to life. Considering this, it seems quite unlikely that Geppetto would remove the skin from his son's body if he intended to preserve it. Also, you can actually see a nipple on the right side of the chest, which probably wouldn't be there if the skin was taken off.

There's another thing that doesn't quite fit into this: When looking at Carlo's portrait in the game, he looks strikingly similar to P at the first glance (so much, in fact, that I was afraid my wild fan theory might turn out to be true after all). However, upon closer inspection, one can make out a few subtle differences in Carlo's and P's appearances: Carlo lacks P's trademark freckles, and instead of Carlo's doe-brown eyes, P possesses light blue ones.

Granted, Carlo could've gotten the freckles later during his life, and the blue eyes might be due to the Ergo's influence (which I also assume to be the reason for Sophia's blue colored hair). However, when Carlo gets revived during the Real Boy ending, the differences are still there, as his outward appearance is not identical to P's:

If the Arm of God has the ability to restore things to their original state (which is how I interpreted it), that would mean Carlo looked different from P at the point of his death, meaning that P's skin can't be Carlo's.

Of course, if Geppetto did use human skin for P, but not Carlo's, that would make things quite complicated, as it would be extremely difficult to find someone who looks almost exactly like Carlo. Nevertheless, there's one fan theory I'd still like to talk about: Someone on Reddit actually proposed that Carlo might have had a twin brother once, whose soul got transferred into the lamp by Sophia.

I actually had a similar theory about Gemini before the game came out, although I never shared it publicly because I couldn't find any support for it other than Gemini's name and his death in the original book. Basically, the gist of it was that Gemini is the soul of Geppetto's dead son, which got separated from its body and somehow encased in the lamp.

Although this assumption is definitely outdated since we now know that Carlo is Geppetto's son, we do have many left-over questions about Gemini. (Some character development for Gemini is actually one of the things at the top of my wish list for the DLC; as far as characters go, I felt like Gemini was the game's single weak point, and I wish they would've utilized him more.) In fact, it almost seems like there was originally going to be an amnesia subplot for Gemini, judging by some of his comments. For example, we've got the remark about the fairy tale book at the Hotel, but despite remembering there was a person who particularly adored it, Gemini can't recall who it was. Then, we have this very interesting comment down at the Relic of Trismegistus where Gemini remembers that "someone was dragged away from here", but again can't tell precisely who.

Unfortunately, the game never builds upon these comments, and they're pretty much left standing as they are. In fact, I can't help the impression that this might be part of a cut storyline - even Sophia says that Gemini is "unique" and "more than just a guide", and Gemini himself states that he's a friend of Sophia's, and that she "woke him up the last time she was there" - although, once again, he doesn't remember the exact circumstances.

Now, I've noticed that "P is Carlo's twin brother" AUs are quite popular in the fandom, but I'd like to mention there's nothing from the game that hints at Carlo having a twin brother (at least, to my knowledge). Still, it is quite an interesting theory - if the assumption that it was Carlo who particularly loved the fairy tale about the wooden puppet is true (based on Geppetto's comment during the fight with the Nameless Puppet that he should've taken more time to read him from his "favorite book"), it would explain why Gemini, his former twin brother, knows about it. However, if it really was Sophia who transferred Gemini's soul into the lamp, it prompts the question of the exact circumstances of his death. Given that Geppetto was willing to murder an entire city just for Carlo's revival, I wouldn't put it past him to sacrifice his other, perhaps not-so-favorite son for his endeavor - perhaps that's why P looks very similar, but not identical to Carlo.

Still, it's probably best if you take all of this with a grain of salt, as even compared to my original theory that P might have human skin, it's pretty exotic at best. Also, given that Gemini is directly mentioned in a memory scene that presumably takes place at the Monad Charity House makes this even more questionable. At least, I think it's highly unlikely that Gemini is Carlo's twin brother if he accompanied the mysterious Stalker - on the other hand, it seems a bit strange that Gemini would know about Carlo's favorite book if they only knew each other what appears to be such a short amount of time, especially when their relationship didn't start on good terms. Again, nothing is for certain, as we don't see Gemini physically appear in the memory scene - the only thing that seems to be confirmed is that Gemini also was a human once (at least I can't imagine what a cricket lamp is supposed to do against two unruly school boys).

Other possible alternatives

So, let's say Geppetto didn't actually use human skin for Pinocchio (which, to be honest, would be a relief) - why would he decide to make P look slightly different from Carlo?

One reason I can think of is that he designed P as a kind of "idealized" version of Carlo - judging by his comment before the final battle, Geppetto seems to have been discontent with Carlo's "mischievous" behavior, so maybe he used that opportunity to make him the "picture-perfect son" he always wanted.

Then again, given how rarely Geppetto saw him, I wonder if he even knew what Carlo looked like at the point of his graduation. When he retrieved his dead body, perhaps Carlo's face was disfigured beyond recognition, and all Geppetto had to work with were some old pictures/photos and his own memory.

If that was the case, it would make sense that P's outer appearance slightly differs from Carlo. Still, Geppetto was confident his plan would work out, that the resemblance would be enough to trigger Carlo's memories - but for whatever reason, it didn't, be that because of physical discrepancies or because Carlo was already gone.

Conclusion

In the end, no matter what Geppetto did, the fact remains that it was an insult - not only to Carlo, but also to P.

From the moment he first opened his eyes, P was forced to live in another person's skin (perhaps even literally), with no other choice being offered to him. His entire existence is essentially a lie, being expected to fill the role of someone he just isn't. Moreover, in trying to revive Carlo, what Geppetto actually did was soiling his memory - the mere notion that a living person can be replaced is beyond disrespectful, and to let innocents die in pursuit of this madness is an atrocity I have no words for. Even if Geppetto did all of this out of regret for having neglected Carlo and not spending more time with him, let me spell out one thing Nick Carraway already said in The Great Gatsby: You can't repeat the past.

However, what was given to you at birth is not everything you have to be, and what others expect from you is not what you have to become. In my own way, I love Pinocchio very dearly, but that love extends far beyond pretty looks. I relate to his struggle, and I would do anything to aid him in becoming his own person. Whatever choice he makes for himself, I will support it, and no matter if human or puppet, I'm going to love him just the way he is.

Resources:

Anette Beyer's "Faszinierende Welt der Automaten - Uhren, Puppen, Spielereien" ("Fascinating world of automata - clocks, dolls, playthings")

About Jacques de Vaucanson

On clockwork automata in general

#lies of p #lies of p lore #lore theories #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p carlo #lies of p geppetto #automaton #I feel dirty just writing about this #but I had this fan theory for AGES and finally had to get it off my chest #then again it's just Geppetto being an obsessive creep so nothing new under the sun

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bonzos-number-1-fan · 16 days

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TMAGP 29 Thoughts: Lost in Translation

We're at the penultimate episode of the season, folks. It's a surprisingly standard episode given what we had for the last one. It's also a very TMA flavoured one at that. This episode, despite being written by Alex, might have taken the top spot for one that feels the most like an Archives ep. Which isn't a bad thing. Or even a good thing. However it is an enjoyable thing and I thought this episode was really well put together on the whole. Also, fun fact for the non-readers; this episode was originally called "Locked In".

Spoilers for episode 29 below the cut.

Sam's not dead. What a shock. Genuinely, I've no real clue why people thought him dying there was a possibility. It would've been probably the least satisfying death possible for a central character. I am so on board with Sam’s death at some point though. Maybe at the end of act 1 or the midpoint of act 2 in season 3. If only to shut up the small contingent of the fanbase upset over their own invented issues about him being the sole main character whom all other characters exist to support. The gang is off to Hilltop to find all that juicy Magnus lore.

I don't think there is much to get into for Lena and Gwen's exchange here but I do think it's set up for her role in the finale. So I'll cover that later.

I really liked this incident. It felt very classically Magnus to me and was just a really solid self-contained story. It's also a really good one for using the format it's in the the benefit of the narrative being told. The structure of it as a diary and how that's used to show something traumatic happening before it's ever spoken of was very well done. The characters being an older couple also is something I think is really clever too. Not just because it helps explain the diary format. I think in a literal sense this episode doesn't need much of my insights. It was all pretty clear exactly what happened. Old couple redid their proposal holiday to tragic results leading to the survivor taking their own life via magic key. Tale as old as time that one is. There are a few language details to talk about though. The husband was called Stanley Locke. Stanley is a brand of locks. I can only assume that was intentional. The other reason them being old is important to the events is I think a younger couple would've just not gone into the locked museum. Because that's what the place is. Zamčené muzeum isn't a *lock *museum, it's a *locked *museum. Google translate would've solved this whole episode then and there. The major thing to actually talk about here is the incident's placement as the penultimate incident. It's not likely to be a randomly placed one and given it's about opening all sorts of barriers I think it's pretty obviously foreshadowing for our finale. Hilltop has more than one thing needing to be opened. The Institute's secrets, and the gap in reality. It also mirrors [Error]'s introduction as the first thing they do is open a padlock.

Teddy's near-confession is the most interesting thing in this whole episode for my money. Mostly because it's such fertile ground for speculation. There are a lot of ways it could go but there are some facts that I think point us in a direction. He still works at Royal Mint Court/was interviewed for a job there. He's still up all night. He's got a big secret he needs to tell Alice that's important to her current circumstances enough to be urgent. Meaning he therefore has new information he didn't have before he left. Which means where he is now is in a place that could provide said information. The OIAR has more going on behind the scenes than we ever see yet is seemingly staffed by a tiny amount of people. Which points to Teddy maybe still just being at the OIAR. Either just moving up in the organisation and the party was a ruse, or he was headhunted after he left and his work fell through. It could also be a company like Starkwall too, if there is any real difference between the two. Some offshoot of the Institute is also a possibility given the link between Newton and the Royal Mint. Or, he's been scooped up by Klaus.

The final scene here doesn't have an awful lot to comment on. It's somewhat curious that [Error] is able to get around so unseen but we do know she can teleport. I'm assuming she's on the train to get Celia's secrets about the Institute. Plenty of time for that too as London to Oxford is about an hour on the train. Not really anywhere for them to hide either so they're probably pretty fucked.

Now the long wait until next week begins.

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What sort of penultimate episode post would be complete without some finale predictions? I think there are a fair few pieces in play here and so there are quite a lot of things to speculate on.

I think there are some fairly obvious things that are likely to happen. Celia is going to get [Error]ed and exposition dump about her whole deal. It's got to come out some time and I think in general the show has been foreshadowing this pretty hard with Gwen and Sam both getting [Error]ed. The other major possibility here is that Alice gets got and she's got some secret twisty trauma. If *Connor is her dead name then she *is on CHDB (the Institute's list of children they tested, see the master sheet below) but I would generally hate that. I mean, they might pull it off but I really don't want Alice to have that backstory. She is the character we know the least about so far though and there have been more than a few hints about the fate of her parents. So it's a strong possibility too IMO. Albeit it does mean that Alice would need to catch up with them somehow. Maybe Teddy can give her a lift and we'll hear what was on his mind. Or it's both as this will be a double-length episode so there is room for that.

Speaking of [Error] it seems likely that Celia is going to reveal at least what she knows about Archivists. With [Error] being this season's antagonist it's likely that she's going to get defeated in the finale and as such we'll lose the best opportunity to learn more about her. Revealing that information after she's dealt with is less impactful. They might end up [Error]ing themselves and given a statement, or villain monologuing. It's curious that they're so obviously capable of speech and have said so little though. So I am expecting something to change there.

Hilltop could go a lot of ways. It could be a gaping maw in realities that sucks our cast off to someplace new. It could be nothing but some clues to the Institute's purpose. I don't have much in the way of anything I'd like it to be either. I generally think it'll be the least interesting bit of the finale. The biggest thing it could answer it won't, that being JMJ, and so I'm content to just let that one play out and not think about it too much. In either case Hilltop is likely to play some role in defeating [Error] and if I had to hazard a guess I think it's likely we'll see some of the great cosmology at play here. Both in terms of TMP itself but I think we'll get some hints at how things have changed from TMA/how TMA's things have changed.

I think we're also going to see a good bit of Gwen going being Lena's back too. Assuming we're not going to jump forward in time at all then Gwen is currently alone in the office and is clearly planning things. I don't think we'll necessarily see anything major happen but I do think it's a pretty likely hook for season 2. Either something to do with Klaus or the other strange emails. It's that or Colin is going to break in and cause some havoc. Gwen is the character I most see going along with him on this too. I think that might be a surprising take to some of you but Gwen is unique in that she doesn't actually give a shit about him, and also wants to ruin Lena's career. Colin wrecking the place while she's not there would certainly do some damage to her job stability.

I'm not too sure we'll see much of the other voiced cast. I can't really see a reason for Lena, Teddy, Ink5oul, or anyone else to get involved in the finale. Although Lena could certainly be a big part of the epilogue assuming any of the Gwen stuff goes down like I expect.

Anyway, lots to look forward to.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: 4254 is unremarkable. At this point I really don't know what it'd take to tip my theory on its head.

CAT# Theory: CAT2 is another funny one for the Person/Place/Object idea. The museum was arguably supernatural but the key was obviously supernatural. So if anything this should be CAT3 or potentially a CAT23 but it's just CAT2. If it is P/P/O I'm going to need a really strong explanation for why it sucks so bad.

R# Theory: Yeah, B sounds good to me. Strong physical evidence of a thing happening but nothing that definitively proves the supernatural. Going into the finale this whole theory seems to be holding pretty well. At least for non-Ss. An S could be a lot of things though so we'll see.

Header talk: Drowning (Subterranean) -/- Key (Metaphor) is somewhat interesting in that Key (Metaphor) can be read as the key itself being entirely metaphorical. I think that's fairly obviously wrong but it's interesting. The meaning is more that the key has the ability to open things in a metaphorical sense. It works on more than just doors, after all. So the key itself is real but it works on a looser interpretation of "opening" than just locks and doors. Beyond just that interpretation there is also the metatextual element that the incident itself is metaphorical for what's to come. Assuming it wasn't randomly placed, that is.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp theory #tmagp speculation #klaus = kl4-u5

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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okay here we go (I added in images to characters you might not know)

Mild crushes:

Brassius (left) and Hassel (right)

Larry

Lord Milori (still kinda like him)

Sir Pentious and Lucifer

Used to take over my life:

Grillby

Gaster

Brett Hand

Lukas

Mordecai Heller

Kinger

Adam (most recent)

ALREADY HAS ME DEAD DJJSKX:

Clopin

I used to like him before back in January, but after listening to the soundtrack of this movie again, I frickin fell in LOVE

The obsession got so bad that I’m now researching Romani history and culture, watching those “the making of (movie name)” videos, interviews (which there are SO FEW OF) of the VAs or Alan Menken, the composer of the soundtrack

I want to know everything when I like a character lol

I actually have more, but it already feels weirdly personal to confess some of them so thank god that this is the silly corner :]

SCARED TO SEND IN BUT HERE WE GO

Mo need to fear this is a no judgement zone! Also I lost my right to judge people when I wrote mpreg a few weeks ago/lh

Rubs hands

The first two!! Obligatory "I've never gotten too deep into pokemon and the only game I've played start to finish is shield, and I'm like. Partway through brilliant diamond" soooooo! I know nothing about the personalities of these two so we're going off of looks!! And I say!

Valid!

Brassius gives off either old and exhausted punk or old exhausted gay artist but those two can overlap!

Hassel Looks yummy I love me a good longhaired blonde man AND he looks a little on the older side? YUMMY!!! He looks like he'd either he a grade A douchebag rich guy or a total sweetheart

Larry! Hey I know you I saw your dick on Twitter!!!/ref mo but real talk I can get the appeal! I already know that's hes a tired working man but that's about all I know!! Hes valid, I'd give him a big ol kith

Milori looks interesting! I don't know wheres hes from so once more we rely off of looks! He looks vaguely like a broken man . I can fix him. Valid!!!

Pentious is valid but I'm biased because I also had a crush on the character!! Pathetic men are just so silly!! Probably also has my favorite design of the entire show!!

Lucifer is also valid I can see the vision!! Caring but mentally I'll man who distances himself for one reason or another despite deeply wanting a connection my BELOVED

Grillby also had a choke hold on me when I was into undertale!! I'm so sad that there werent many grillby x reader fics out there- if I was still balls deep into undertale and deltarune like I used to be I'd 100% give writing the characters a shot but unfortunately I doubt I ever will <\3 unrelated theres a surprising amount of buff bara art of him

Gaster!! I can also get behind!! Mysterious creature that hardly has any lore iirc, fandom either portrayed him as a mad evil scientist or a loving father to sans and papyrus, at least with my experience with the fandom.. valid!!

I never watched inside job but I've heard good things about it! Brett looks like a sweetie, so I can understand the appeal! He looks so silly.. just a guy.. valid

Lukas!! It's been so long since I've heard someone talk about MCSM! Obligatory I dont remember much of Lukas, just that he was kind of an ass in the beginning I think.. but I can see the appeal! I was more of a ivor girlie

Surprisingly I have not seen lackadaisy yet! Surprising I know, since I'm huge fans of other indie animations on youtube!! Going off looks I can see the appeal, he gives old grumpy grandpa vibes but I could be totally off! I like his eyebrows :3

Kinger is another valid but again I might be biased because hes my baby girl- cant wait to see more of him in future episodes especially since hes hardly had any screen time so far <\3 he seems so sweet :(

Adam!! I can see the appeal again but his personality isnt really for me <\3 hes valid though!!

AND CLOPIN! It's been so so so long since I've seen the movies but omfg I remember I loved him a lot! Yummy design as well as a nice personality I wish we got more of him <\3 VALID VALID VALID

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izunias-meme-hole · 1 year

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My Top 20 Favorite Characters (Remastered)

(FYI: just because a character is low on the list doesn’t mean I don’t like them)

Number 1. Ganondorf/Ganon (The Legend of Zelda) - Honestly after so many years, Ganondorf still holds up as a villain. Ganon was the biproduct of a curse created by Demise to ensure that his hate is reincarnated just so he can destroy Link and Zelda’s descendants, and Ganondorf himself was born as the only male in a desert that belonged tribe to warrior women known as The Gerudo, eventually ending up as their king thanks to Gerudo traditions. Ganondorf had a huge presence in Ocarina of Time, manipulating you into locating the Triforce and immediately took over Hyrule during your time skip. In Hyrule Warriors, Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and A Link To The Past, he adapts in some form either that be because of genuine character development, an ego increase, or a desire for revenge. However in Breath of the Wild, the end of all three timelines, he fully succumbs to Demise’s curse and uses his hate to create an entity known as Calamity Ganon. In short, Ganon started out as an intelligent and ambitious king, a man to be exact, but eventually he turned into a beast fueled by hate. Then in Tears of The Kingdom he returns, and not only so we learn that he DIDN’T succumb to Demise’s curse after all, we learn that 1,000 years ago, he reincarnated and began to EMBRACE it becoming the new Demon King in the process, and he came back to life to continue his reign. HE ALSO WAS BEHIND CALAMITY GANON! Overall Ganondorf is a surprisingly versatile and interesting take on a evil king, combining power with intellect, tragedy, anger, class, inevitability, and pure EVIL which is why he’s the greatest villain in gaming history and fiction in general.

Number 2. Palpatine/Darth Sidious (Star Wars) - In retrospective, Palpatine is easily the best villain in cinematic history. In the first two movies of the original trilogy, he never appears once, he’s only mentioned as “The Emperor,” and based off what we heard from Vader after he chopped Luke’s hand off, The Emperor sounds like a bigger and scarier dude than Vader. Then Return of The Jedi happens, and we see that he’s just a frail old man, yet he somehow manages to not only have Vader under his thumb, and based off what we see in the climax of the movie, it was primarily based off manipulation and not the force lightning he shoots out of his fingers. Then the Prequels happened, and The Clone Wars happened, which is honestly the exact moment that young me liked him more than Vader, and the moment current me rediscovered just how well written Palpatine is as a pure evil, card carrying dark lord, and as a politician. Sure he’s one of the strongest sith lords in the series, but that alone isn’t what makes him scary. It’s his careful planning, and the best part of it is that he rarely appears onscreen, yet his presence can be felt 24/7. I am not as much of a Star Wars fan as I used to be, but I will admit that I LOVE Sheev Palpatine and I’m not afraid to say it.

Number 3. Sauron (Lord Of The Rings) - A classic example of a villain who is rarely on the field, but has such an impact on the world he inhabits. Sauron has a heavy amount of lore, the right amount of impact, the perfect fear factor, and literal omnipresence to back it all up. The creator of The One Ring is not a being to be trifled with.

Number 4. Sephiroth (Final Fantasy) - Sephiroth is one of the hardest bosses in gaming and a genuine horror villain. He is a tragic monster born from science, and a loyal “son” fo his alien mother, Jenova, but he’s still scary as hell thanks to his god complex, unlimited strength, ethereal vibes, years of experience, his ability to live off of pure spite just so he can make the lives of his enemies (and Cloud) complete hell. His appearance in of itself is creepy due to how beautiful, yet unsettling it is, thanks to his silver hair, green snake-like eyes, and perfect physique which is complimented by a black coat. However the most dangerous things about him are that he’s completely delusional, and just how far he’s willing to go to distort peoples sense reality, specifically Cloud’s sense of reality. Sephiroth a good character and phenomenal villain.

Number 5. Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem) - I would repeat several points about why her fans like her, and also explain just how in the wrong she is, but there’s a simpler way to explain why I love Edelgard. She’s the best take on the Rudolf Archetype in the entire series. She’s calculated, arrogant, and self-righteous, yet she’s also very charming, likable, self-aware, and had a good end goal that can resonate with some people, despite the way she intended to go about it. Her character basically mixes parts of what made SoV’s Rudolf, Arvis, and Walhart good, and places them into a single character, without making her seem unoriginal. Overall, Edelgard is the most well done villain the series has ever had. Long Live The Flame Emperor!

Number 6. Bowser (Super Mario Bros) - Bowser is a genuinely great villain and fun as hell. Sure, there are a crapton of underrated villains in the Mario series, but no matter what you cannot really hate this guy. He’s a giant fire breathing turtle-dragon who’s a evil king, but he’s also a meathead, arrogant as hell, has very cool boss fights, is a surprisingly good father to his kids, an amazing protagonist and ally, as shown in games like the Paper Mario Series, and Mario & Luigi Series, not to mention he’s one of the more likable villains in gaming. So yeah, Bowser’s a cool character and fun villain.

Number 7. Venom (The Spiderverse) - This thing. THIS FRICKIN’ THING!! To sum up this abomination and his variants throughout the Spiderverse, Venom is a gooey, parasitic being known as a symbiote that basically increases aggression in a person, eats brains and stuff found in chocolate, and gives them access to some broken ass shit, and they just so happened to bond with Spider-Man, slowly turning him into a closed off jackass and influencing his every action. That was until Spidey dumped them into the trash. Then Venom meets a suitable host that is all for ending the Web Slinger, and then boom, what we get is an angry alien out to settle a score with Spider-Man. Who their host is changes depending on the universe or point in the timeline, but the most prominent host for Venom and has been Eddie Brock, a literal loser. So that’s the lore for Venom, but if you want a summary of their character; Venom is Spider-Man’s toxic, non-binary, alien ex who is fun as hell to watch. He’s also funny as shit in some of his appearances.

Number 8. Ghetsis (Pokemon Adventures) - Ah yes, the worst father in Pokemon and the greatest villain the series has ever known. Ghetsis is Team Plasma’s founder, the father of N, and the greatest embodiment of evil this series has seen, so that kinda makes him the perfect foil to N. Ghetsis is cunning, manipulative, abusive, banal, psychotic, self-righteous, and narcissistic, not to mention that his plan was actually put together pretty well. However the best part about this guy are his BREAKDOWNS, like good lord it’s satisfying to kick this rancid old man into the dirt and watch him mentally not take a loss. As for why he’s this high, I just love knocking an evil old man down a peg with maxed out pokemon, and I love watching him be shitty just to see karma hit him like a truck. And the Adventures manga adapts all of these things PERFECTLY, with the only actual change being that he constantly puts up a gentlemanly mask, even when he should be loosing it, which makes his eventual breakdown in the final chapters of the Unova Arc so SATISFYING! So yeah, Ghetsis is entertaining as all hell, and easily the best villain in the entire series.

Number 9. Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) - I’ve grown to love Phoenix Wright, Mia Fey, Damon Gant, Fransika Von Karma, Godot, and like a majority of the most well done characters of the series, but Miles Edgeworth is truly the best out of all of these guys. His relationship with Pheonix is amazing, he’s very charming, and overall Miles has one of the best examples of character development a rival to a protagonist has ever had.

Number 10. Amity Blight (The Owl House) - If you had to ask me who my favorite Owl House characters were in no particular order, my top 5 are Eda, Hunter, Luz, Belos, and this girl. Amity in season 1 seemed like she was going to be a rival character, she definitely had the makings of one, primarily due to her demeanor, but after her first encounter with Luz, being humbled by her ex-BFF at the time, and a witches duel with Luz where her “mentor,” Lilith augmented her strength without her knowledge, we began to see Amity be more and more vulnerable, and Luz managed to help her through it a lot of the time. Heck it got to the point where she got a crush on Luz! Then as soon as you reach Understanding Willow and Season 2, we learn that Amity’s whole familial situation was a Harry Osborn situation, complete with a controlling parental figure that is genuinely evil to the brim and Alador, so as you see Amity’s positive growth as a character and see her relationship with Luz grow, you celebrate her happiness. In short, Amity rocks, and by extension Lumity!

Number 11. King Dedede (Kirby) - From a greedy penguin to a worthy rival and ally on some occasions. I swear, despite the amount of times Dedede gets possessed or brainwashed by some eldrich horror, I think we all forget that he is dank when he needs to be. Also he’s extremely funny as well.

Number 12. DIO/Dio Brando (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) - After rewatching the older parts, my love for DIO resurfaced, but if I’m being honest here, it’s because of how Part 1 portrays him as a character, and how Part 3 portrays him as a villain. In Part 1, he’s still one of the greatest evils the series has ever seen, but we also saw a human element to him in a very negative way. He was bitter, envious, and straight up angry at the world for making him the bottom of the barrel, but after becoming a vampire he’s becomes sick, scary, and pitiable. In SDC, the re-emerged DIO is out to get the Joestars, not just for revenge for Jonathan constantly humiliating him, but because he KNOWS they’ll be a threat in the long run. He’s fully embraced the Novel Dracula vibes, and he’s matured by a lot, making him a lot less egocentric, angry, and erratic, and more power-hungry, paranoid, and controlled. Like DIO was not really sane, but he did a damn good job of holding himself together, until he experienced near-death yet again. As far as I can tell, DIO’s two major outtings in the series show viewers a man who can’t live with being at the bottom rung because he was born there, and as a result he’s willing to do whatever he can to ensure that he becomes untouchable.

Number 13. Xemnas (Kingdom Hearts) - This doesn’t require much explanation, but allow me to explain. After replaying KH2, I’ve come to realize after all this time Xemnas is an amazing villain. Xemnas is the nobody of Apprentice Xehanort, his husk, an entity that can feels nothing and wasn’t meant to exist, yet he’s quite the specimen. He’s a very sinister figure due to his nature, the fact that he’s a special nobody like Roxas, his inability to feel emotion, and his belief that negative emotions are what give the heart power, but at the same time you somehow manage to feel pity for him because of these things. While what he does is his own choice, you can clearly see that while he’s a different entity from his human self, he still chooses to go in that hollow shadow because it’s in his own nature, and it ended up being his downfall. That and his boss was truly a test of your skills. TL;DR: Xemnas is amazing.

Number 14. Death/The Wolf (Puss In Boots) - The best take on The Grim Reaper. Inevitable, terrifying, enigmatic, cruel to those who try and delay the inevitable, etc.

Number 15. Jin (Xenoblade Chronicles) - Shoot me dead for this take, but Jin was a great part of a decent game. If you want an easy summary of him, he’s a living weapon that was once connected to a driver, a blade, then said driver died on battlefield, he became immortal in a sense, and lost all value in life, thus why he spends a lot of the story helping out the main villain, and his former enemy, Malos. Still, Jin is genuinely interesting, mostly because of his history with the ally blades in the game, his sense of comradary with his crew, Torna, and overall how he’s written is pretty good. There’s nothing stellar about him, but he’s still effective as a tragic villain who has a firm presence in the story.

Number 16. Dark Pit (Kid Icarus Uprising) - This angel has grown on me as a character. Dark Pit is a copy of Pit from The Mirror of Truth, and a rival for a majority of the game, however there’s a small twist. Instead of being just a “evil doppelgänger,” Dark Pit is just the equivalent of a maverick who doesn’t like being held back by anyone, which is the opposite of Pit’s whole loyal good boy soldier shtick. Still, he does help out once in a while, but Pit went missing inside a ring for a couple of years, Dark Pit vanished too, which basically drilled into his head that “Oh shit if this guy gets screwed over I get screwed over.” Heck, HE ends up being the one that saves Pit after his wings got scorched! To basically sum up Dark Pit, he’s a right way on how to do an edgy rival or a dark counterpart.

Number 17. Samus Aran (Metroid) - To summarize this lovely lady, she’s basically Nintendo’s Boba Fett with a few differences. The similarities, they both have dead parents, are skilled bounty hunters, have a similar color palette, and just look plain cool. The difference, Samus is a great protagonist, while Boba is a good one ensemble darkhore antagonist that easily could work as a one scene wonder.

Number 18. Dracula/Mathias Cronqvist (Castlevania Games) - Not the most terrifying incarnation of Dracula to exist, but he’s very close because of just how insane, persistent, and downright hateful he is. However this hatred did spawn from two tragedies, one that was his motivation for becoming a vampire, and one that finally drove him mad, but both involved a woman that he loved dying. So yeah, this Dracula is a very good tragic, yet irredeemable villain.

Number 19. Dr Eggman/Dr Robotnik (Sonic The Hedgehog) - Been lookin’ at sonic stuff again and looking at the games in retrospective… Eggman is honestly the most entertaining part of each part of the series. He’s a saturday morning cartoon villain, and he knows it, but he’s also unironically one of the most charming, versatile, and egotistical fiends in gaming. Sure he gives a little bit of a crap about Metal Sonic, Sage, and his other successful machines, but they’re his crowning achievements, so of course he’s going to treat them with “care,” while his lesser mechs get sent to the scrapyard. I also really like how out of all the Sonic characters, he’s kinda the hardest to mess up personality-wise, so you can always expect him to be stealing the show. Aside from all of that, Eggman’s just a simply a twisted take on the magnificent bastard trope, with some traditional cackling supervillain elements thrown in for good measure. I may not be a huge Sonic fan, but Dr Julian Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik is AMAZING!

Number 20. Meruem (Hunter x Hunter) - The best way to summarize Meruem without spoiling his arc is this. A monster becomes a king, and the king dies like any other person.

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y'know. realized something.

considering i have a rewrite of Fnaf separate to Golden No Longer (basically just my interpretation of the canon(??) lore with some slight rewritten stuff here and there), i can just. kinda do what i want. i can do whatever i want to rewrite the lore. I Can Add Cool Headcanons And Stuff That Doesn't Entirely Fit With "Canon" Without Worrying.

so anyway. interesting idea i've only seen once but think is cool:

y'know those headcanons where the Afton Family is Big? like, lots of kids, not just the canon three? well, i've seen an interesting version:

Michael's not the Foxybro...

but he's not the crying child, either.

he's just. Another Kid In The Family.

i also like interpretations where the Crying Child is not Only the Vengeful Spirit/The One You Should Not Have Killed, but is also named Cassidy :)

so, just...imagine if you will:

there's a family that lives in a rather quaint house in the woods. A father and his...ungodly amount of kids.

An eldest son, going through...a bit of a phase. Alexander.

A second eldest son, his spitting image. A people-pleaser, yet...also a bit stubborn and determined. Michael.

A middle son, a bookworm. He's rather quiet, but has some of the best grades in the household. Evan.

His only daughter. A daddy's girl through and through, his little angel. He built a hare animatronic, based off of her. Elizabeth.

And his youngest son, his final child. A socially anxious boy who was homeschooled just for that reason. He had been kept home to be protected from bullying. he never anticipated bullying from one of his own sons. a boy William is sure is going to snap some day. Only five years old. Cassidy.

it's a chaotic household, William will not deny that. although if you saw the family from the outside, you would believe it to be controlled chaos. a loving family.

but that...well, in a sense you wouldn't be wrong. William loved his kids, that part they wouldn't argue. but it was...twisted.

their mother had died giving birth to Cassidy. it had been too much strain. her death had changed William. he was paranoid of losing any of children to a similar fate. and so he tried instilling fear into them. your children can't die if they never get in trouble, right?

but in many ways...it backfired. Alexander reacted negatively, taking it out on his siblings. specially Cassidy. and Michael.

things get worse with Elizabeth's death. a freak accident caused by the aforementioned robot. the thing was acting up, and the technician wouldn't be there to fix it until after closing. William had made a rather simple request of his daughter: Don't go near Harriet today. simple as that.

Liz dying brings more problems to the household. Cassidy is practically inconsolable. he starts sneaking out to spend more time at Freddy's, comforted by some kids from Liz's school who feel sympathy for his loss. and Charlie, a girl practically like a sister to him.

then Charlie dies, those kids go missing...

and all Cassidy is left with is the toys left behind as gifts. his favorite being a plush of Fredbear, a final gift from Charlie.

Cassidy turns six that year.

Michael soon comes up with an idea, a way to keep in touch with his homeschooled brother, now traumatized by the deaths and disappearances around him. he sews a small walkie-talkie into the bear's fabric, carrying around a similar one himself that he uses to check in on Cassidy with.

and sure: maybe Michael's being salty towards Alex and his father with the comments he makes to his brother. but hey, he's a comforting presence for Cassidy, and that's what matters, right?

it's a year later,

and Alex's dumbassery has put Cass in the hospital.

Michael doesn't even express anger at his older brother, at his father for not watching them.

he's angry at himself for not paying attention.

Cassidy survives his injuries, surprisingly. he's sent home with the rest of his family to recover for the time being. one of his eyes is fucked up now, and he's almost...eerily quiet on the car ride home, simply clutching that Fredbear plush to him. he wouldn't respond to anyone else but Michael, and even then he'd just give a small smile before continuing to stare ahead.

the doctors warned that damage to the frontal lobe could cause changes to someone's personality. they said he'd probably go back to normal eventually, it'd just take some healing.

so, of course, Cassidy's odd behavior was simply chalked up to the brain damage. his hiding under the bed and in the closet, just odd behavior. his unnatural quietness just a side effect.

but...then his behavior turned more odd. he started talking of the missing children again, when just the mere mention of them prior to The Incident would be enough to send Cassidy to tears. he would be eerily quiet around Alex and Evan, hardly acknowledging their presence. but...he was acting weirdly hostile towards their father. Michael was the only person in the house that actually dared to talk to him. and everything he said? concerning.

"Did you know Gabi hid under the tables that night? She taught me how to do it, or...well, she said "better than she did it," apparently. I think she was doing pretty well."

"I hope when Naomi gets to heaven, that she gets to have that dog she was promised."

"Hey, Mickey? Tell Jeremy that it's okay. Baker wants him to stop beating himself up over it. He didn't know that he'd get taken away."

"Felix is still sad that he didn't get to tell his dad that he loved him. Apparently they had a big fight that day...."

"Kelsey forgave Andrew for leaving him alone, he wants his dad to leave Andy alone. Just...be nice to him, Mike. Andy needs it, really."

"Charlie sang to me. I didn't recognize the song, though...something about a clock..."

it creeps Mike out, but he just assumes it's nothing. some sort of coma dream he had in the hospital. but...his behavior seriously put their father off.

William talks to him alone, but...Cass just seems to hate him now. for seemingly no reason.

one morning as Michael, Alex, and Evan get up, and William gives them the horrible news.

Cassidy died in his sleep last night. suddenly.

Michael is left in shock. Alex hardly reacts, crying quietly, and Evan just leaves the table and hides in his room. they are all shown the gravesite in the woods. Michael lingers the longest.

some nights, Michael returns there, feeling something compelling him to return. he doesn't know what it is, but...he swears he sees flashes of golden yellow from the corner of his vision.

and some nights, he hears his brother's voice coming from the bear again, as though Cassidy were talking to him again.

(he thinks it's Alex, playing a cruel joke on him.

but he lies in bed, sobbing one night as he puts the bear in his room,

and he still hears his brother's voice speaking to him.

and he sounds angry.)

#fnaf #fnaf rewrite #tag for now:#Dandy's Interesting Fnaf Rewrite #michael afton #fnaf crying child #so yeah...Things Are Obviously Quite A Bit Different Here

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Major update for Vee's story AND the lore behind the four horsemen

More info below:

Name: Vincent/Vince/Vee De Vos

Age: 36

Plague Demon

Occupation: Former medical student, now a wanted criminal who works for a human mobster

Family: He was essentially abandoned as a baby for being born as a Horseman demon (Horseman demons are sterile themselves, so they tend to be born at random to other beings, typically dark magic utilizing ones)

Friends: He used to be close with Angus Belmont before he was cut off due to his bad influence on the young blood warlock. He is currently working for a human mobster named Camilla Barone, and is comrades with a vampire Cornel Sala, and an amnesiac soul eater Samar, mainly known as Sam. (He does slightly rekindle his friendship with Angus later after some heavy introspection and story shit happening)

Love interest: he was initially very in love with Angus, but eventually accepted Angus would never want him in that role in his life anymore. After quite the journey, he DOES end up developing a healthier version of his past relationship with Angus with the Doppleganger demon created from Angus' essence. (Once Vee fully internalizes/accepts they are a fully separate individual, and not just a copy of his past love)

Abilities:

Disease control: His kind can create and control all sorts of diseases and viruses, combine them or cure them, typically by touch alone or injecting with their claws or fangs. They can also recognize any and all diseases with just a glance.

Flight: He can fly, though only for short periods of time. It is more gliding/hovering than proper flight

Body Decay: He can essentially waste away someone's body in moments by using a special poison that infects extreme amounts of fast working diseases into the victim. This is survivable however, unlike the pure decay power of Death Demons.

Plague Blade: He can create greenish black sharp blades that can also induce sicknesses.

High intellect: Vincent is extremely intelligent, manipulative and very tactical, which is why he's been so difficult to catch even by their best hunters. In fact the only one who manages to keep up with his thinking to an extent is Angus.

Weaknesses:

Life-magic is effective against all demons of his type, such as light magic. More powerful healing spells also can counter his diseases. Blood magic is also surprisingly useful in removing his viruses and bacteria from people's bodies.

Due to his initial obsession with Angus, he tends to not always think things through when dealing with him, leaving him vulnerable in ways he normally wouldn't let himself be.

His fixation on his ex friend/friends-with-benefits stems from his intense fear of abandonment, and he genuinely has a lot of approval/attention seeking behavior that he does, often to his detriment. This tends to get taken advantage of, especially by Cornel where he has Vee do tasks for him he doesn't feel like doing, though he'd never actually put the "kid" through something that'd actually be dangerous for him.

Personality:

Vincent is initially very unpredictable and unstable individual, who loves making a scene and causing chaos. He doesn't like being told what to do and how to behave, and they were known as a troublemaker ever since early childhood, which, to be fair was a result of the constant suspicion and distrust towards him by his peers and authority figures.

Vincent can get fixated on things, which makes him very dangerous, as they are prone to holding grudges and being extremely petty. They are also very persistent and obsessive, which is why he's very insistent on winning Angus over again, despite being told 'no' several times, even with a knife to the face. (This behavior also stems from his abandonment issues)

He can pout like a child if things don't go his way, but tends to pretty quickly move on from it, depending on how bad the slight in his eyes was. They can be petty, but not every misfortune warrants pettiness in his eyes. He can also let things slide if it doesn't feel worth the effort.

After the main story, and some heavy self reflection, Vee becomes a bit more reasonable and empathetic, though he still has the tendency to be extremely emotional and impulsive.

BG STORY/STORY IN A NUTSHELL

Vee was abandoned by their birth family for being born a Plague demon, and grew up in an orphanage that didn't really treat him that well just for being what he was, causing him to act out. He was a very lonely kid growing up as a result, hence when he met Angus he ended up unhealthily attached to him.

After an incident that drove him an Angus apart and essentially made him a wanted criminal roughly 10 years ago, he fled to the human world where he eventually ended up working for a mobster called Camilla Barone. (The summary for this incident is shown here in this comic I made a while back)

It is during this time - and with joint influence from Cornel and Sam being parenty with him - that V starts to slowly realize where he fucked up with Angus, to the point that when Samar goes crazy with his old grudge returning as he regains his memories, Vee willingly protects Angus' adoptive kid and sister (who were present at the time) at the risk of his own life.

Later, as he's allowed to stay with Camilla and others as a form of parole, he ends up helping Angus to deal with the latest scheme made against him by his adoptive kid Clover's biological mother, that leads to the birth of Angus' Doppleganger, whom Vee decides to try and prevent from turning into a monster as a form of making amends from his past, awful relationship with Angus.

Fun Facts:

Vincent is nonbinary, and uses he/they pronouns.

Which nickname they use depends on if they're feeling more feminine or masculine; Vince if masc, Vee if feminine. (Vincent hasn't figured out a good neutral one yet.)

He looked up to Angus a lot back when they studied, even nicknaming him "An Angel of Death" due to how powerful and dangerous he could be if provoked just the 'right' way. (Vee did not consciously realize it at the time, but in truth the nickname "Angel" was due to the kindness Angus showed him, something no one else really had so far...)

In fact, he keeps calling Angus "Angel" instead of using his real name, something Angus is uncomfortable about. After everything goes down with Samar though, Vee finally stops and accepts fully he fucked up.

He was pretty jealous of anyone Angus gives his attention to for a long time, such as his sister and adoptive son. He only stopped doing this after saving Franziska and Clover from Samar's (unintentional) attack towards them.

He's pretty fearless for the most part, but out of all the people who've tried to hunt him down, he's most scared of Avane Faydream, the daughter of the head of the Shadowless, the group that is trying to hunt him down.

He's scared of Avane, because she doesn't fall for his trickery as easily as everyone else does, plus her bloodhound BF REALLY almost broke his back once.

Another person he's wary of for similar reasons is the group boss' right hand woman, Aimi. She just freaks him out with her constant smiling.

Vincent likes wearing kind of dramatic and wack outfits, sometimes borderline on stage costumes. His love for musicals and broadway shows may or may not be connected.

Angus never really had that kind of feelings for him - largely due to his aromantic nature - but he still cares about Vincent, and feels guilt for his current condition; he was someone who desperately needed help too, and yet only Angus got offered a second chance, never even considering asking for this chance to be offered to Vee as well.....

Cornel and Samar both treat Vee as a honorary child, and their subtle hints and conversations with Vee make him eventually understand that his relationship and attachment to Angus wasn't healthy.

Vee is very devastated by essentially losing both of his father figures after Samar gains his memories of his true self back, though later it turns out Cornel hadn't died after all, and even Sam returns "home" with them after being de-poweredby his brother (reluctantly) as punishment for his actions.

Vee later helps Angus with Lucas's situation, and is the first to notice Angus has taken a liking to him, feeling a bit envious at first, but pushing it aside knowing he'd fucked up his chances.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #antagonist #oc reference #illustration #four horsemen #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #Night city parlor #Vincent De Vos #original character #demon #Starknight

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semi-imaginary-place · 2 years

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more random fe3h thoughts from reddit

Edelgard doesn't know the whole truth she only has what she's been told by Thales and the limited amount of stuff she and Hubert have dug up. (Side note if Edelgard is working with half the information than Dimitri has 0 info and its Claude's route where you really find out what's going on). The Agarthans (twsitd) consider themselves to be the true humans and all surface dwellers to be lap dogs to the Nabateans. So what happened was the Agarthans murdered the Nabateans and turned their corpses into weapons.

Shamir: I like women just not you

Raphael is the most well adjusted and emotionally healthy character in the whole cast, his advice for you is actually good, he has the heart of a golden retriever. Now if only the writers didn't do him dirty by usually making him the joke character. For example Raphael has the most to teach Dimitri like how to process grief and loss in a healthy manner, how to take care of yourself, your mental health is tied to your physical health, how to process your emotions in a healthy manner, how to not obsess over revenge.

Azure Moon. Hate that route, morally as revolting as Silver Snow but with none of the thematic congruence of Silver Snow, and not as interesting as any of the other routes. Also Gilbert is there, AM's the only route i ever skip dialogue on.

Lorenz is so different every run, some runs rng giveth and Lorenz is an unstoppable beast with great magic and attack who will survive waves of enemies. And other runs… rng taketh away and he's worse than useless…

I made wyvern lord Hapi one run and she wasn't mvp but she was surprisingly useful, ended up with equal magic and attack so she carried both a silver axe and a bolt axe.

yeah there's a lot of little gameplay things like that which were likely done for game balance. Like lore wise Hapi should have also had a faith weakness, but there's already a lot of characters weak in faith, Hapi's crest synergizes well with faith magic, and she's not a viable enough unit without access to faith. Hilda was likely given a weakness in authority as otherwise she'd be too strong, Hilda's already a very powerful unit just give her a wyvern and watch her destroy everything, she had to be nerfed for the safety of us all.

What's interesting is that while all 3 act as contrasts/rivals to their house leaders Ferdinand and Lorenz (shared role with Leonie) are the cavalier units of the class while the Blue Lion's cavalier unit and equivalent is Sylvain.

people not aging isn't unheard of in Fodlan, but also the Church is very secretive especially with its upper ranks and cardinals so it wouldn't be that hard for Rhea is work behind the scenes for a generation or so as a secret cardinal who then gets "promoted" to Archbishop.

Silver Snow is the the most definitive route and the one I would recommend playing if you had to choose only one route.

Crest of Flames, crest is a synonym for emblem, but broadly speaking yeah all the above related to the Crest of Flames too. When the Crest of Flames is first revealed the Fire Emblem main theme motif starts playing.

#fe3h

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elstreem · 2 years

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So here is Zoe, my OC in this story where she is a witch healer!

To begin explaining all this...she's originally a Zelda OC, a Minish character I originally wrote in what still is an OCxVaati ship, haha. As time went on and I got to know her better, I added to her story and even wrote up more lore and worlbuilding stuff for the Picori, stuff regarding elements and apprenticeships (it's somewhere on my blog, something like Minish headcanons, though some of it might be outdated now.)

But I got to know her so well and when I made this design for her, I finally found a story for her where she could be her own character - so here she is, a witch-healer in a world where humans live alongside stranger folk, fairies, demons and deities. This is pretty long so I'll put it under the cut.

Zoe is a fairy-born, meaning she is of human and fairy blood (her mother is a full wind fairy, her father is human but with fae heritage, making her mostly fae herself). Being fairy born, Zoe has natural aptitude for magic - to be specific, she can absorb and generate an impressive amount of magical energy within herself, exemplary even by fairy standards. She does have a limiter of sorts, however - she can never channel that energy towards any feat of destructive intent (great power usually has limits of that sort - for that matter, divinity-level beings cannot interfere with the mortal realm because of how great their power is. It sort of balances out.).

So Zoe became a healer to best use her abilities, and she travels around looking for patients to heal and cases to solve. Specifically, she is best at breaking curses, what with her natural ability to absorb magic. Her job does involve normal medicinal procedures like administering medicine or occasionally even surgery, but half of her job is being a mediator between her human patients and oftentimes nonhuman entities who issued the curses because of some slight. It is an exhausting job, though, and very much dangerous, since she does often earn the ire or scorn of other nonhuman entities. To break a curse, she usually resolves a misunderstanding between her patient and the curse giver, but if a curse will not be revoked, she expends her own magic energy to neutralize the curse. If I ever do write a a story for her I picture it as similar to Black Jack or Mushi-shi in terms of narrative...I am huge fans of both, but the thing is I'm fairly bad at writing self-contained short stories. I'm pretty used to writing (and not actually finishing) longer stories.

…I did include Vaati in this story too, a fae-demon who specializes in magical craftsmanship and also making curses of his own lol. They're complete opposites in their nature, but they get along surprisingly well. But since Vaati isn't mine, if I ever write out Zoe's story as my own project I will have to leave him out or maybe change the personality I gave him into my own character. This explains why he's in some other artworks like these ones:

And yeah, the backstory behind the scissors is that it's a gift from Vaati. And yes, Zoe does call it Shearious Business.

Some other stuff about Zoe:

-She was a cheerful kid growing up, but became rather serious as a healer, and can't blame her seeing how risky it is. Outwardly, she is no-nonsense and impersonal when dealing with patients, but she is still something of a romantic at heart. It's just very hard to see this side of her unless you're a close friend of hers.

-Since she constantly absorbs and generates magic, she has a LOT of hair where some of it is stored, and an easy way for her to dispense magical energy into her medicines is to cut off locks and put them in. So in reality, her hair often has bits where it's been weirdly chopped off (she usually takes a bit off her sidelocks.) Her hair grows pretty fast though, in a matter of days, and she's constantly cutting it off to either sell or keep for her own uses.

-Those scars on her arms? Every bit of her body is steeped in magical energy, not just her hair, and one of the most potent sources is her blood. So she's often cut her arms to let out some blood. She cuts rather cleanly and heals fast, so honestly if you're not looking for them, you'd hardly see her scars. Only fresh ones would be most visible.

-As a witch, she does have a familiar, a raven spirit called Argon. He's a wise, guardian sort of familiar, and comes to her whenever she needs help, usually for advice or just some talk since she's pretty capable on her own.

-As for her faery side, her mother was a wind spirit, and with it comes a link to avian and butterfly features. Zoe is...mostly human-shaped, but she's also partly butterfly-like in nature, which can be seen in her features (the shape of her eyes, hair, etc.). She's pretty sensitive to smells and vibrations in the air, something which helps in her job. Also, she's an absolute sweet tooth - could probably eat cups of sugar if she let herself, but she tries to limit it to fruits. Her preference for coffee is to smother it in huge amounts of sugar and cream until she can barely taste the coffee. Monstrous, I know.

-I did say her magical energy cannot be used for feats of destruction, and as a healer she has an oath to do no harm. But for self-defense, if she absolutely has to, she can invert her knowledge of healing to seriously wreck a body. She knows how to close a wound and she very much well knows how to open one, is what I'm saying. This is skirting on the very edge of her nature though, and if she does something that goes much too against her nature as a healer she will suffer terrible backlash, which will cause her pain and temporarily cripple her magic system.

So even though she's kind of scary with how many sharp things she's carrying, they're actually mostly only for preparing medicines from plants and such.

Don't ever tempt her to use Shearious Business on you though.

#my oc #well also vaati sort of #but if i ever really make this into an original project i can't use vaati lol #i'm still pretty self-conscious writing and sharing oc stuff...#but i realize that so few people even see this it doesn't matter lel

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shirogane-oushirou · 8 months

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wanna start writing down ren's sister's lore so it doesn't get flushed down the brain drain and so i can like. look at it all in one place and use that to come up with a proper tag for her lol.

very stream of thought, spelling and grammar be damned.

cassandre "cass" brunet

~31yrs old, making for ~4yrs gap between her and ren

transfem lesbian, she/they, autistic

psychiatrist, with a focus in parental relations and abuse

her sense of humor and general views are surprisingly close to ren's, but she presents as very muted. while ren over-emotes for comedic effect, she under-emotes for an equal but opposite comedic effect. she and ren are very much siblings, physically and in the ways they act.

she has an adopted daughter (currently not developed), who ren absolutely adores to death. he'll call cass with a whole spiel about wanting to catch up with his beloved little sister, promises to bring some wine and food with him... and then as soon as he arrives he drops it all off with her and spends 90% of the visit running his niece ragged.

she and ren were raised in an environment that pit them against each other. ren had more expectations from their parents, both as the oldest and as the kid raised before their town started to earn market value. he was was expected to REALLY succeed so he could "support his parents in their old age someday".

cass still had similar expectations, but the parents focused more of their attention on ren. she was jealous of him for receiving that attention while she felt like she had to live up to his successes without the same amount of support behind her, and he was jealous that she had more freedom wrt her time and efforts and interests. they fought often, academically, verbally, and physically.

it wasn't until both of them had gone to college and saw and experienced things that broadened their views that they started to reconcile, recognizing that their issues were never with each other, only with their parents. she fully broke away from their family, no longer under their parents' influence, and used her newfound freedom to fully explore her identity beyond her experimentation and trials in and after college...

but ren remained under their thumb to some degree, being guided through most of his career choices, which put further stress on him. despite his and cass's similarities as adults, this is one of the main things that makes him react so differently to Things that Happen Later than cass does.

cass also, thanks to her field of study, has a better grasp on mental health techniques that, while not completely ridding her of her mental health issues, leave her much better off than ren. he just kind of... ignores it, bottles everything up, and eventually explodes ;;

possibly has a partner, not sure yet. if she does, they aren't married, just enjoying being together.

she and her daughter (and maybe partner) live in a rural area outside the city, and they have a small chicken coop in their small backyard, along with a small vegetable and herb garden.

she and ren do share some interests -- they've done some ttrpg campaigns together, and they sometimes play games online, but she's more casual about them. her interests are more focused elsewhere... maybe she's a murder mystery girlie.

she and ren are even closer in r!ren's verse; once he's no longer a part of their parents' lives at ALL, they greatly rely upon each other. this is why, instead of the city, he ends up closer to where my family lives; he either lives close to or with cass and her daughter.

#i'll add to this as i think of shit... but this should be enough to finally put together a proper tag methinks. lol.#📌 [ my posts. ]#🌱 [ elastic. ]#🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ]#🦦 [ can't escape it. ]#🧃 [ who is in control. ]#✏️ [ my scenarios. ]#🐸 [ look ahead. ]

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reasoningdaily · 1 year

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Gazing upward into the night sky, the Greeks recognized a human figure in the stars. They dubbed him Orion, and the hunter’s story has persisted for thousands of years. The Egyptians regarded the same group of stars as the place where the soul of a god—Osiris—found eternal rest. The Arabs interpreted the starry figure as a giant. In India, the constellation was seen as a king who’d been shot by an arrow. To America’s Ojibwe people, the celestial figure is Biboonkeonini the Wintermaker, who, they know by tracking movements of the stars, becomes most prominent during the coldest season of the year.

“The night sky belongs to everybody—this is humanity’s common heritage,” says Stephen Loring, an archaeologist with the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History. “Everybody all around the world has some kind of story about the night sky.”

But today the connections that have always tethered humanity to the same night sky are disappearing behind the ubiquitous brightness of artificial lights. Glow from buildings, parking lots, roadways, billboards, landscape lighting and countless other sources blots out the stars over a surprisingly large part of the planet and disrupts the lifecycles of birds, insects and other creatures.

Our night sky and the global impacts of its disappearance due to light pollution are now the focus of a new 4,340-square-foot exhibition, “Lights Out: Recovering Our Night Sky,” on view at the Natural History Museum through December 2025. Fortunately, as the show makes clear, the solutions to recovering our night sky are known, are cost-effective and can often be implemented quickly—almost like flipping a switch.

Artificial light has been viewed as an example of progress in an increasingly anthropogenic world. Lights have allowed us to capture many more hours for work and play. They’ve driven economic growth and social connections. They’ve made us feel safe. Turning out the lights seems unthinkable; yet a lack of thought has produced enormous amounts of unnecessary and misdirected lighting.

Examine a satellite image of Earth from space and the amount of nighttime light that humans produce is obvious and astonishing. Glowing lights beam out from across the globe, wherever people congregate. Dark pockets where natural night is experienced are becoming the exception, found in the far north, Antarctica, and the deep interiors of the Amazon and Sahara.

Cities began to adopt electric lighting in the 1870s, but only in recent decades has the proliferation of very cheap artificial lighting, particularly LED bulbs, truly set the skies aglow. In 2016, researchers produced a “World Atlas of Artificial Night Sky Brightness” that showed a staggering 80 percent of the world’s population lived under skyglow. In Europe and the United States, fully 99 percent of the public isn’t able to experience the pleasure of gazing at the stars under natural nighttime conditions.

A study published in 2021 found that light pollution has increased by at least half over just the past 25 years. The areas living under domes of skyglow, created by artificial lights and reflected off clouds and atmospheric molecules or aerosols, are growing by 2 percent each year, compounding at a rate that is outpacing population growth, meaning we’re also using more light per person.

For the millions who have never had such an experience because they live in and near cities where they’ve been disconnected from the night sky for generations, Barentine suggests that they may not even realize what they’ve lost. “How do you get people to care about something that they don’t have access to, and they may never have had access to?” he asks.

But the loss of the night sky goes far beyond human enjoyment of a starry sky. Most species are guided by a circadian rhythm, an internal clock attuned to light and dark that governs cycles of activity and rest.

Scientists are working to uncover the many ways in which artificial light and a lack of darkness can harm the planet’s living things. Birds, for example, are paying a heavy price. Each year millions of migrating birds, traveling through the cool, less turbulent night air, are killed when artificial lights in urban buildings throw them off a course that is steered by the moon and stars. Attracted by the lights, confused birds crash into buildings or exhaust themselves trying to find their way.

“We’re talking about billions of birds dying,” says Loring. The easy solution, he adds, is to just turn off those lights. “They don’t have to be on all night long.”

Unnatural light can also hinder reproductive cycles, which have evolved to coincide with seasonal light changes. For example, tammar wallabies living near urban areas in Western Australia reproduce a month later than others, and these kinds of changes might threaten species when the timings of births no longer match the supplies of food.

Marine species, too, can suffer from bright skies. Studies show that light pollution throws off coral reproduction, because the natural light cycles of day and night along with the moon phases are necessary for the synchronized spawning process that leads to the release of eggs and sperm.

Insects are famously attracted to light bulbs, where they may die from exhausted flittering or be picked off by predators. Worldwide, insects are being decimated in diversity and in numbers. This stems from many factors, but light pollution is likely among them, as more than half of all insects are nocturnal. Some insects, like the cabbage moth, not only live at night but also reproduce exclusively in the dark. Studies show that artificial light interrupts the female moth’s ability to produce pheromones that attract mates, thus stymying the insect’s once-in-a-lifetime shot at reproduction.

Humans, too, can suffer from the proliferation of artificial light. Darkness triggers the production of the hormone melatonin, which helps us sleep, and exposure to even dim artificial lights can block melatonin production. This can cost us restful sleep, which is bad enough, but studies also show that these disruptions of our own circadian rhythms can be linked to a host of health problems, including depression, obesity, heart conditions and even cancer. Blue light wavelengths produced by today’s ubiquitous LED bulbs, which are increasingly used in outdoor lighting, are especially disruptive to our natural rhythms of rest and activity.

The Harvard College Observatory, now part of Harvard and the Smithsonian’s Center for Astrophysics in Cambridge, Massachusetts, once housed the largest telescope in North America. As lights multiplied in the surrounding city, the instrument—like other urban observatories—became obsolete.

As early as 1958, Lowell Observatory experts became vexed by local lights—and their concerns prompted nearby Flagstaff, Arizona, to enact the world’s first light-pollution ordinance on April 15 of that year. Ordinance No. 440 prohibited the use of certain searchlights within the city limits.

Observatories have since been pushed to remote, dark, high-elevation sites, yet their ability to observe invisible light is still a major concern. “Astronomers are losing important access to our understanding of what’s beyond us,” says Kim Arcand, the Chandra visualization scientist and emerging technology lead with the Center for Astrophysics, who co-curated the new show.

“There are very good reasons to protect dark skies for astronomy’s sake,” Arcand says, “but it all comes back to those same questions humans have been asking across the millennia: Where do we come from? Why are we here? And where are we going?”

There are still quiet, rural spots where the night sky is dark—and these regions are being celebrated. The International Dark-Sky Association recognizes more than 200 Dark Sky Places. Escaping urban areas for these starry refuges inspires people with the wonders of the night sky, but it doesn’t solve the problem. Urban sprawl keeps growing, and light pollution from a bright city impairs views of the sky even to those more than 40 miles away.

Experts argue that the night sky does not need to be a tourist destination. Practical solutions for local communities not only save money, but they also recognize that many lights are simply unnecessary. According to the museum, about 30 percent of all the country’s outdoor lighting goes to waste, squandering around $3.5 billion. Unshaded fixtures shine light needlessly into the sky, while others are wasted on low-trafficked roadways and at shopping centers and office parks that don’t need to be continuously lit up all night long.

For safety and just for getting around, stark overhead lights can be effectively replaced with less bright lights or more reflective surfaces. Shades can redirect light where it’s needed on the ground and reduce the ubiquitous skyward glow.

LED blue lights should be replaced with warmer-colored lights, which are typically strong enough to do the job. Timers and motion-detection lights can limit the lengthy amounts of time that unneeded lights are left to simply blaze away and illuminate nothing at all.

“For me there’s something eminently fixable about an issue that we can improve if we just direct our lights the right way, if we just turn off lights when we’re not using them,” Arcand says, noting that real change can occur at the community and even personal levels. “None of these things are hard or trying to take the fun out of life. They are such small things that the individual has some ability to enact change and just fix a very human-made problem.”

There’s plenty of proof that these ideas work. In 2017, the U.S. National Park Service used cameras to compare lights in Flagstaff, a leading dark sky city, with comparably sized Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Cheyenne, with no dark sky regulations, was 14 times as bright. “Flagstaff has chosen that path and said, ‘We’re going to go dark,’ so it can be done,” Loring says. “And maybe it grows. Maybe cities and towns say, ‘The next time we need to fix the lights, let’s do this.’”

“We know what policies are demonstrated to work, there is no technical obstacle, we’re not trying to devise a solution—we know what it is,” Barentine stresses. “Our only barrier to implementing it is convincing enough people that there are good reasons to do this.”

Barentine says, in his experience, not everyone is easily convinced to embrace those changes. Some people just cannot fathom how light, which they enjoy for practical, aesthetic and safety reasons, can be a bad thing.

“There’s a very deep-seated human psychology that simply makes many of us afraid of the dark,” he says. That’s why efforts to restore the night sky stress using better lighting, not living in the dark.

And unlike air or water pollution efforts, which can take many years, cleaning up light pollution can have immediate results. Doing so can help restore the natural darkness to which so many species are attuned—and keep humanity’s connection with the night sky strong.

“We have been looking up for millennia,” says Arcand, “and it’s given us an amazing amount of art, cultural stories and ideas.” Among those inspired was Dante, whose Inferno ended its epic tour of hell when the author and Virgil escape from the tortures of the underworld to be greeted by a wondrous sight.

Nobody would suggest that artificial light is making a kind of hell on Earth. But the unnecessary skyglow we create is definitely preventing all too many from enjoying the heavens above.

“Lights Out: Recovering Our Night Sky” is on view through December 2025 at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History.ActivismAnimalsAstronomyBiologyCenter for Astrophysics, Harvard and SmithsonianCitiesfolkloreNatural History MuseumPlantsPollutionSmithsonian

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valtsv · 2 years

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wait hi you made the magic post so yes what is your opinion on eragon if you’ve read it?

i think that it's a very decent fantasy novel with a lot of potential considering that the first book was written when the author was 16 years old. it does fall victim to a lot of fantasy cliches and does at times feel derivative of existing popular scifi and fantasy stories like star wars, the lord of the rings, etc. which is a shame because it has a lot of really good and interesting worldbuilding, characters and plotlines and that can be overlooked as a result. eragon is unfortunately overshadowed by pretty much every other character, too, which can make it difficult to read at times because literally everyone is more interesting than our protagonist and i want to read more about them and less about him. also the amount of doctor who references felt... unnecessary at times. and there are some plot threads and implications of further lore behind certain characters, things and events that get brought up but never really given any sort of satisfying conclusion or explanation (angela the herbalist's entire character in particular falls victim to being too mysterious and unexplained to the point that it felt like paolini just let her do things because it was cool and never intended to explain them. which isn't the end of the world, but past a certain point it stops being funny and gets really frustrating). there were also some pacing issues at times, especially in the later books it felt like sometimes there was a lot of filler being used to pad out chapters so they didn't get to the final battle too quickly, and then the final confrontation ended up feeling a bit rushed and video-gamey.

all that being said, i absolutely love so many things about eragon. as i said, there are SO many interesting supporting characters i really enjoyed - nasuada was one of my absolute favorites; a black woman in a position of leadership with a well developed character and story and relationships and goals was really really nice to see, especially in a fantasy novel, and her pov chapters were probably some of the best in the book in my opinion. murtagh, arya, elva and roran were all really compelling characters too. and i found the magic system absolutely fantastic, it's probably one of my favorites of all time. i could write an entire essay on how interesting the concept of drawing on life energy to produce magic is and the ethical implications of it, not to mention the whole concept of the ancient language. i really loved how the books explored the consequences of misusing magic so thoroughly and answered a lot of questions in that regard (especially with elva; the idea of a child being forced to grow up too fast because they received a misworded blessing that, instead of shielding them from pain, caused them to experience everyone's agony simultaneously was SO fucked up and horrifying and absolutely delightful to read about as a result). the descriptions of different settings were also really cool; i always enjoyed reading the sections that introduced you to a new setting, especially those of the dwarven kingdom. and although it was far from being the next tolkien, it was nice to see consistent attempts at creating a fantasy language.

and then, of course, there's the dragons. i don't really have any complaints there. they're magnificent beasts and i really enjoyed that they had individual characters and weren't just dumb animals but an intelligent fantasy species with their own culture and history. my only issue is that the books never really seems able to decide how much agency they should have and how dependent on their riders they should be, but. eh. i can live with it i guess.

tl;dr it's a fun fantasy series with a LOT of good ideas that get a bit lost in the sauce sometimes but overall worth reading if you enjoy your fantasy with a heavy serving of cheese and surprisingly excellent worldbuilding.

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dirty-brainrot · 3 years

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(Writing letters to Santa)

Here's my part of the collab! @pillarfuckeranon

Written by a person who has never celebrated Christmas and only ate the food. I am not fit for writing holiday oneshots.

Also, this is the first x Reader I have made in a while...

And Also also— For lore reasons, this is going to be an AU so the ending makes sense.

Pairing(s): Passione x Reader

A young teen and strangely named after an orange enters the room. His eyes curiously wander at your busy hunched figure. There were scratching noises that he heard. “Y/N! Watcha doing?” He slowly walks behind you and takes a peek at what you're working on. “Hmm” Your dominant hand stops and you crane your neck to look at Narancia.

“Writing a letter to Santa!” Grabbing the paper, you showed him what you have been writing so far. He looks at you, puzzled.

Unbeknownst to you three, the wine stepmom enters the room, howling in laughter at your childish behavior. “Ha! You’re older than Narancia but you still write letters to Santa?!” He topples over, acting like it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard. Did he drank too much wine?

Bruno, the third person who was quietly watching beside you the whole time, spoke up to defend you but only to get cut off. “Well… yeah? Is there something wrong…? I… I’ve never experienced Christmas… after all, I was raised strictly into an assassin.”

The three males shared a collective surprised look after hearing your origin for the first time. “…" Bruno glances at Abbachio, advising him to discontinue his mean comments.

“I see.” Abbachio may often be mean but he knew when to keep his mouth shut, not to mention Bruno kept giving him odd looks. “We should join them.” Now all eyes were on the leader. Including your thrilled orbs, staring at him expectantly. "Oh?"

“Oh yeah! That sounds fun!” The younger boy exclaims, excited to participate in the activity.

The oldest man groans. ‘No, it’s not.’ Abbachio thoughts as he looks at Narancia with a glare for the unnecessary shouting. Suddenly, everyone's attention was on him, expecting the man to refuse to join in festivities.

He crosses his arms and grumbles, not wanting to waste his time on activities like this. Hesitantly, he glances at you. Which was a mistake since you had the most persuasive puppy doe eyes. No matter how much he adverts his eyes, it always comes to your gleaming eyes.

After a while of keeping his posture straight but always failing; he finally submits.

"Great! I'm going to grab more paper and pens then! Maybe some more materials so you could design your own envelope!" You continued to ramble out of joy because you managed to somehow convince Abbachio to join your little letter-making. Your voice trailing and getting further as you exit the room to get supplies for your team.

"Good grief..." Abbachio takes a seat beside your reserved one, casually peeking at what you were writing. Narancia complained that he wanted to take a seat beside you but the older man ignored his whining.

"Hey, Y/N is a new member. Cut them some slack." Bruno commented whilst also ignoring the screaming Narancia in the background.

After a while, you enter back into the room. The three of them seated quietly, doing their separate things with an angry Narancia sitting on the floor, intent on taking a seat beside you. "I'm back! Also, why is there a grumpy orange on the floor?" Settling down the box of supplies, you look at Bruno for an answer but he was distracted and taken aback by the box filled with various items.

"Isn't this a little too much...?" Looking back to the box and back to him, you shrug. Narancia was already up from the floor and taking contents out of the box, inspecting it individually. "No wonder it took you so long!" Narancia adds.

Abbachio finally took notice of you and remove his headphones which blasted loudly tunes when he took them off. Surprisingly, he isn't deaf yet. He also noticed the excessive amount of materials you've got but he doesn't comment on it yet he joins Narancia in rummaging around and examining the contents.

"Glitter?" The orange boy perks up again, looking at the colorful glitter on a bottle while shaking it gently. Bruno hums and grabs the glitter from Narancia's hands before the boy makes a mess. "Glitter could get messy... It's going to be hard to clean."

"Couldn't we just get a piece of paper and an envelope? Why would we need this excessive stuff?" Abbachio grumbles, still taking contents out of the box.

"Design your own letters of course! I feel like only writing a letter would be too boring. Let your creative juices flow by adding a little dazzle! I'm sure Santa would like it." Bruno laughs and nods. "That's the spirit." You sent him a smile of your own, appreciating the motivation.

Grabbing the empty box, you set it aside and helped arrange the items for better access. Bruno helps with sorting so you managed to sort it quickly. Looking at the sorted colors with pride, you clapped your hands getting everyone's attention.

"Alright! Chop chop- Let's get to making letters!" As soon as you were seated and already going back to your own paper, another person enters the room along with a young blonde. “What’s everyone doing?” A blur of gold crowded around you, obscuring your view. All of them at the same time spoke, "Y/N!!" "Whatcha doing?" "Y/N!!... Number 3 hit me..."

They all fought for your attention which was cute. Happily talking to each of the sex pistols, Abbachio was the one to answer Mista. “Writing letters to Santa.” He grumbles looking around for a non-glittery pen. Narancia, who was very determined to be near you, sat on the floor and even invited them to join.

"Aren't we too old for th-" Mista jolts. Bruno and Abbachio gave him a hard glare, forcing him to shut up. Giorno was confused by the sudden hostility but agreed to join in, along with a nervous Mista.

"Why are there so many materials?" The blond boy asks as he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. "I didn't really think much of it and grabbed as many as I could." You shrugged and focused on cutting yellow star shapes. "And... Why is Narancia on the floor?" You shrugged again but it was answered by the boy himself, "Abbachio took my seat!"

"I don't see your name on it." He retorts not even batting an eye at him.

Narancia huffs crossing his arms. "There wasn't enough space on the table too..."

"Well, there's a lot of space here!" One of the sex pistol comments as they pointed on the seat next to Giorno.

"I just... Want to sit near Y/N..." He mumbles, looking down at his paper. He tries to conceal his blush but you could see it clear as day.

"Aww... How cute." You ruffle his hair with a grin. "I'll take a seat on the floor with you instead!" Grabbing a couple of items, you sat down beside Narancia and continued to cut shapes. Meanwhile, Mista took a seat on your previous spot with the sex pistol helping him with his paper.

It was nice. No one was killing each other and they don't have to stress about the person they need to kill. Although, it felt like you were missing one more person... "Hey everyone. Sorry if I was late." Fugo! He enters the room to stop in his tracks and wonder if he had the right room. Everything seems so... Peaceful. A contrast to what usually happens every day.

"Did I... Enter the wrong place?" You gave out a few laughs along with the others chuckling. "Well, I'm not complaining." He observes you and Narancia on the floor, curious about what had gotten everyone busy. "Is that a letter?" Squinting wasn't enough so he crouches down to read your paper. "Yep! We're writing a letter to Santa! We just started so you could still join us."

"A... Letter to Santa?" He stood fully to his height, looking at Bruno for answers. Everyone seems to be focused on their own piece.

"Yes, we decided to join Y/N since this is their first time doing festive activities," Bruno explains as Fugo takes a seat beside Giorno who was cutting away at a green paper. Mista looked like he was going to complain about something (the coincidental 4 people sitting around the table but is it really 4 people if the sex pistols are sitting too?) but went against it, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, and kept the topic going.

"Oh! So if we were doing festive stuff, couldn't we just decorate the place? Or go to the mall?"

Bruno hums, thinking about it. Mista is right. "We could... But... Well yeah, I guess going to the Mall is more suitable."

Giorno quickly butts in, seeing your expression go down, "Writing letters are more fun. We get to spend time with each other and share our interests." And immediately you went back to smiling. "He's got a point!" You were far away so you used your stand to give him a high-five.

"Giorno is turning into Y/N..." Abbachio mumbles then shake his head, focusing on writing.

You were the first to finish since you had been writing before them. Soon after, one by one, everyone had finished writing and designing their envelope. Abbachio raises his and waves it around. "Alright, Who's going to send these off?"

You outstretched your hand, grabbing his envelope. "Me! I started this whole thing so I might as well be the one to send it off. Plus I get to walk around Italy more." Everyone agrees with no complaints and hands their envelope to you.

Giorno's envelop has intricate flower designs. It was mesmerizing to look at with those patterns. You wondered who did he take this talent from.

Bruno's envelop has zipper patterns! He must really like those zippers... Or he could've made it like that to easily figure out who it was from? Or He really liked the zipper style.

Abbachio's was plain... Wait... A wax seal? A crow was imprinted on the hardened amethyst wax. Where did he even get it from? God that's some hardcore goth shit.

Mista has the wildest one. It was decorated with so much tape and there were abundances of glue too. Tiny yellow paper peppered the envelope, there were doodles of food and a stick figure Mista in the middle. The sex pistols must've enjoyed decorating this one.

Narancia has a decent one and there was a doodle of Aerosmith, and small rectangular cuts that looked like bullets. He also had the star shapes you cut earlier. Oh and let's not forget the glitter explosions.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Giorno asks but you turned it down. You wouldn't mind but you had some business to attend to. (And you didn't want to clean after them... Narancia messed around too much with the glitter.)

You escaped and bid goodbye as you went out to a nearby park. Strolling around the designated meet-up place, you see two familiar pink-haired people chatting with each other.

"Hey, Doppio and Trish."

Their chattering stops as they look in your direction. Doppio's eyes brighten up and he grins at you. "Y/N! I thought you wouldn't come..." Trish opens her arms and you gave her a big hug, as well as Doppio.

"Of course, I'd come! I managed to get the Bucciarati's group to write the letters! I'm sorry I didn't get to the La Squadra's..." You spoke whilst handling the envelopes from the other gang.

"Don't worry we got it covered! Maybe you could do them next year?" Doppio suggests. It's not a bad idea since you get to meet more of the Passione.

Agreeing, you subtly nod. "Yeah... Also, the boss is so nice getting the members gifts through these letters!"

Both Trish and Doppio hums. "Mhm." Trish was going over the Bucciarati's group envelopes and looking at the design but she immediately stops upon hearing you shamelessly say, "It'd be such a shame if the boss dies before Christmas."

Both of their eyes widen, looking at you suspiciously and uneasy. "Where did that come from..." Giving out a hearty laugh, you wrapped your arms around their waist and dragged them with you to the boss' headquarters. "Better not dwell about it, we need to send this to Santa Diavolo."

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What’s Mine

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 7,595

Summary: The secret you and Sam are hiding from Dean is threatened by your inability to keep your hands off each other.

Warnings: 18+ no actual smut but plenty of implied smut, pre-smut, and smut adjacency lol, secret dating, enemies to lovers, jealousy and possessiveness (exhibited by both sam and reader), slight obsession with sam’s big ass hands (i blame this largely on @walkerboy290‘s glorious hand porn gif sets), and language

A/N: inspired by and written for @thinkinghardhardlythinking bc she’s been bugging me to write smut and using her birthday as a bargaining chip, so i hope you’re happy sai. happy (belated) birthday babe! i suppose in my subconscious need to truly honor you, this became the longest one shot i’ve ever written... that and this is now also a little birthday gesture for the brilliant and beautiful @sams-sass (damn your close birthdays!) even though she never asked for smut (if you hate it, i’ll write you something else!) happy birthday to you too, darling!

also written for @superbadassnatural‘s 333 badass followers celebration with the prompt “___ and I are together.” “Yeah, right, and I’m Santa.” and @writethelifeyouwant‘s 300 follower fic challenge with the prompt “All the pretty girls like Samuel” (both prompts are bolded in the fic) i’m sorry i’m so late! congratulations to both of you and thanks for letting me enter your challenges!

[basically i have a lot of people to blame for this disaster 😂]

Square Filled: Secret Dating for @spnfluffbingo and Enemies to Lovers for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo

MASTERLIST

The waffles on your plate are surprisingly good for a sketchy, 50’s-themed diner, but unfortunately your attention is elsewhere. In fact, the two distinctly masculine voices behind you have been obnoxiously impairing your ability to savor the buttery, syrup-doused carbs since their owners sat down in the adjoining booth. It’s the topic of their discussion that disturbs you, and nips at your conscience until you realize you can no longer take off without imparting a few words to your oblivious colleagues.

Turning your head subtly to the side, you try to catch a glimpse of the men you’re about to confront in your peripheral vision. From what you can see, they’re both rather burly, a little rough around the edges, and from what you’ve heard, recklessly cocksure. You know the type all too well. Being a lone hunter of the fairer sex for most of your life means you’ve long since learned that the best way to combat their kind is with a steadfast façade of thick skin and unwavering confidence.

So you sigh and put on your best smile before turning around, crossing your forearms along the top of the booth seat, “Listen fellas, I hate to interrupt, but I really wouldn’t bother with the bamboo dagger and Shinto priest if I were you.”

“And who the hell are you?” the one with shorter hair demands. He’s a bit stockier than his companion and has a face that looks like it was designed by Abercrombie and Fitch - well that explains the arrogance.

“I’m the person who’s about to save your asses evidently,” you respond with a smug grin, trying not to let their absurdly good looks deter your act.

Abercrombie’s partner, the Fabio wannabe, releases a quiet scoff, “And how are you gonna do that?” he questions dubiously.

“By letting you in on a little secret…” Throwing him a tight smile, you lean forward and lower your voice, “That ōkami you’re after? It’s not an ōkami, it’s a ghoul.” Sitting back, you await the outrage.

“What?! But that’s not possible, I checked the lore. And it’s obviously got a type.” Fabio’s glossy chestnut locks fall across his delicate features as he shakes his head in disbelief, and you almost snort out loud. How did this amateur expect to hunt with hair like that?

You look him over, taking in the broad shoulders and muscled arms, as well as the obvious height advantage he’s got over Abercrombie even whilst they’re both seated. To be honest, you’re surprised he’s referencing lore at all. Guys his size always assume they can either outman or outgun whatever obstacles cross their path, and they almost never take women like you seriously, despite your ample years of acquired knowledge and invaluable experience. It’s this experience that surmises a bit of antagonism here is inevitable, so you might as well get a head start.

“Yeah well maybe you should check again, big guy,” you glance down at his hands, your first mistake as their sheer size render you speechless and subsequently agitated at yourself for the momentary lapse of visceral lust, but the show must go on, “Make sure those giant, lumbering hands of yours don’t fumble over anything important or you might miss the connection to Isabelle Harding. You see it’s not ‘a type’; it’s revenge.”

“Wh- Bu- I looked through the files. I wouldn’t have missed that,” Fabio insists.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you type ‘Isabelle Harding’ and ‘1987 school bombing’ into your search bar and see what comes up?” you gesture towards the laptop on their table with a raised brow. Minutes later, both men are dumbfounded by the revelation on the screen, staring between it and you with their mouths agape.

You chuckle silently at their faces, “Don’t worry, there’s no need to thank me. Although you rookies might wanna go home and let the more experienced hunter finish up here.” As you’re about to bid them farewell, you dip back in to add, “Oh and a word of free advice, maybe don’t discuss supernatural monsters quite so loudly in public spaces next time. It might invite unwanted attention.”

With that, you turn around and slap some cash down next to your unfinished waffles, before grabbing your jacket and strutting out the door.

Sam is left in utter confusion. The sudden animosity you had spouted his way seems completely baseless and unwarranted. Had he somehow offended you? Sam generally considers himself a highly respectful and fairly easy-going guy, not quite as hot-blooded as his brother, and thus not as likely to provoke such antipathy from a complete stranger. To make matters worse, he certainly can’t deny that something about you had registered within his subconscious as inexplicably attractive, despite the way you’d embarrassed him. In his flustered and slightly aroused state, it had been all he could do to remain awestruck in his seat and stare blatantly at your ass as you walked away.

The next time Sam sees you is only twelve hours later and no less humiliating. You’re mid-swing in the killing blow against what you had accurately predicted to be a ghoul as he and Dean tumble in. Despite the low lighting, Sam is once again stupefied by your raging beauty, augmented by the incredible skill you’re displaying in a much more physical sense this time around. Before he can drag his eyes away, there’s a collective shout of “watch out!” and suddenly you’re right in front of him. In a blur of events, you somehow manage to push Sam out of the way and successfully decapitate the unexpected second ghoul that had been sneaking up behind him, with only a slice across the arm to show for it.

“Didn’t I tell you two to go home?” You’re panting from the exertion and Sam’s gaze lands on the neckline of your shirt, skewed from the fight and revealing a good amount of cleavage. He quickly averts his eyes. What is happening? Sam can’t remember the last time anyone had evoked such a staggering reaction from him. He feels as if he’s a mere spectator in his own body.

Across from him, you press your hand against the wound and curse when it comes back covered in blood. At your groan of pain, Sam finally finds his voice again, “Shit. I’m so sorry! I don’t know how I missed that other one. I- that normally doesn’t happen.”

“Yeah, I bet that’s what you say to all the girls, huh?” you reply offhand, still a bit out of breath.

It’s easy for Sam to dismiss your mocking given that he feels terribly guilty for being the cause of your injury. From where he’s standing, the cut looks deep. “Here, at least let me stitch it up for you. It’s too awkward a position for you to do it yourself,” he offers, holding out his ginormous hands to you like he’s waving a white flag.

“I think you’ve done enough damage for one day, haven’t you, big guy? At this point, I’d rather Abercrombie over there be the one behind the needle.”

“Who- what?” are the first words Dean speaks since the action has died down.

You turn to face the shorter guy, “Oh don’t look so surprised. You might as well be the model for a slightly older Ken doll. Are you up for it or not?”

Dean’s mouth hangs open as he tries to determine whether he should feel flattered or insulted.

“Uh- actually, I’m better at stitches than my brother,” Sam butts in.

“With those jumbo, fumbling hands? Yeah, sure you are, big guy,” you decline skeptically.

“It’s Sam,” he states through a clenched jaw.

“OK, Sam. Since I just saved your life, you mind making yourself useful and burning those bodies while your bro puts my arm back together? You know, as a ‘thank you’ perhaps?”

Sam is stunned for the third time that day. No one has ever belittled him (whilst gratuitously attacking his size) insofar without any apparent reason. It seems as though his very existence upsets you and the arbitrariness of your contempt has caused an anger to stir beneath him, but beyond that lies bewilderment and irritation. How had he managed to accomplish two such massive mistakes in front of you in the span of so short a time? Perturbed and bitter, Sam silently sets to work on the bodies.

Meanwhile, you’ve come to a surprising realization as Dean begins to cut the fabric of your flannel away from your damaged arm, the name ‘Sam’ and the words ‘my brother’ resounding in your head, “Wait a second- there’s no way… you’re not… the Winchesters, are you? Sam and… Dean?”

“The one and only, sweetheart.” He sends you a dazzling smile that is as perfect as you’d expect, but within his eyes is an underlying poignancy that you recognize as clear as day: an indication of a traumatic past and a lifetime spent plastering on tough veneers. You notice as well how gentle his touch is and how his stitches are practiced and prudent. Perhaps you had judged him too hastily.

Through an incredulous chuckle, you retort, “Well I can’t say I didn’t expect more from you, but at least this’ll get me a free round of drinks at the hunters’ pub tonight.”

Dean laughs with you before sobering at the thought of how his baby brother must be feeling, “Hey listen, take it easy on Sammy, alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into him today but he’s not usually like this. He’s actually the smart one, believe it or not.”

Scoffing, you can’t help but smile back at Dean and soon find an easy rhythm with the older Winchester, despite your awkward introduction.

From several yards away, however, Sam looks wistfully back to see you smiling lightheartedly at something Dean’s said, the two of you huddled in close proximity as his brother’s hands drift across your bare skin. Something akin to envy bubbles within his chest although he’s aware it makes no sense, so with a frown, Sam does his best to shake it off and get back to work.

But it’s not easy to forget you. And just as Sam is beginning to think he’s rid that awful day from his memory, you pop back into his life three months down the line.

“Well, if it isn’t the overgrown hunter extraordinaire Sammy Winchester.” The sarcasm that oozes from your otherwise beguiling voice has him gritting his teeth in no time.

“It’s Sam.”

“So you here to mess up my hunt again, Sam?”

Although he wishes he could have been the bigger man instead of surrendering to the resentment you roused within him, after a couple repeated hatchet burying attempts fall through, Sam just can’t resist the little game you’ve started.

Over the next few months, you and Dean form a fortuitously close bond and the older Winchester develops a habit of calling you up when faced with a troublesome hunt, and vice versa. Despite Sam’s fabricated displeasure, a show he puts on mostly for Dean (since any other emotion would seem illogical given the way you treat him), Sam is peculiarly and begrudgingly excited to see you every time. But the match never ends. In fact, Sam lets it intensify each time you work together, always astounded by how you manage to get him so worked up.

“I’m telling you, it’s a rugaru!”

“Right, because the last time we listened to you, things worked out so well,” you remark sardonically.

“The lore says-“

“Ooh, quoting the lore again now are we, Mr. Know It All?”

At this point, Sam is about as huffy and puffy as the big bad wolf and if he were a cartoon character, there’d surely be steam erupting from his ears. “Look, Y/N, this isn’t about who knows more or who’s right; this is about saving those people’s lives!”

“You think I don’t know that? Was I not the one who saved your life the first time we met?”

“OK, alright, just shut up you two!” Dean finally shouts above you, “Would it kill you to just get along for two seconds?”

“No,” Sam admits.

“Probably,” you say at the same time, causing Sam to shoot you his overly perfected bitch face.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“What the fuck?!” Dean’s booming voice echoes throughout the bunker and moments later you and Sam come flying into the kitchen to answer his call, guns at the ready.

“What? What is it?” you ask while Sam scans the room.

A whimper is the only the way to describe the sound of Dean’s reply, as he points toward an unseen object on the floor. Edging toward him, you lower your gun in the direction of his finger until you discover the source of Dean’s distress.

With a sigh, you look toward Sam who is also exhaling in relief at the sight of the entity in question. The two of you share a moment of wordless conversation before simultaneously dropping your guns with a conclusive nod.

“Why does this feel like déjà vu?” Dean’s tone is still timid and appalled, and you nearly laugh at the idea of a grown-ass man looking so aghast because of a used condom.

“Because it kinda is…” you supply unhelpfully, earning yourself a small glare from the man beside you.

“Dean,” Sam begins with a deep breath, “There’s something we have to tell you… Y/N and I are together.”

The snort that escapes Dean is full-bodied and borderline psychotic, “Yeah, right, and I’m Santa!”

You wait till his snickering subsides, “No, it- it’s true.” Your voice is hesitant yet hopeful, “We’re not joking. We’ve kinda become… a thing.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah, well you know, I don’t wanna have to put a label on it or-“

“Y/N’s my girlfriend,” Sam declares with conviction as he reaches out to curl his long fingers around your waist and lasso you towards him.

“-Buuuut, that is the one I’d use if anyone asks,” you quickly affirm with a stiff pat to your boyfriend’s abdomen, wincing at the unversed attempt of PDA and missing the dimpled grin that crosses Sam’s amused features.

“Well, I don’t buy it. I don’t believe either of you.” Dean’s sturgeon face comes on strong as he shakes his head and points a challenging finger at you, “Kiss him, right now,” he dares with perked brows.

The eye roll you respond with is so dramatic your entire head moves with it. But then, without a moment of pause, you turn your body into Sam’s, reach up to grab the back of his neck and pull him down for a searing kiss. Now this is something you’re well-versed in. The reunion of your lips starts off relatively slow, but it doesn’t take long to escalate into something more fiery that involves tongue, the eager push and pull movements of your bodies, and Sam’s enormous hands cradling your head.

After a moment of shock, Dean objects, “Alright, alright, I get it! That’s enough of that!”

Unwilling to recede just yet, you linger in the kiss for a little longer, delaying your separation by nibbling down on Sam’s lower lip and tugging gently, only releasing it as you pull away torturously slow. When the two of you finally open your languid eyes, it’s to stare into each other’s dilated pupils and ponder the moment for an indiscernible minute.

“What th- I said, I get it! Now could please stop ogling each other before my lunch comes back out the wrong way?!”

But the way Sam’s smiling at you is addictive and you can’t bring yourself to look away until he forces a break by leaning in to plant a tender kiss upon your forehead before tucking you into his side as he faces his brother again.

Dean’s face is covered by his hand, “I’m gonna need a minute. I just-“ His features leap through a range of expressions as he tries to find the right words, “When the hell did this start anyway? I thought you two couldn’t stand each other?”

“Yeahhh, that was mostly an act. Although we bought it at first too,” you explain with a shrug.

“We weren’t pretending the whole time. It just kind of happened and we didn’t really know how else to act around each other by then,” Sam adds.

“Right, basically it turns out there’s a fine line between love and hate... and that line is hardcore yearning.” Your words bring a chuckle to Sam’s lips but his brother still looks out of sorts.

Shaking his head with closed eyes, Dean sighs, “Alright, can someone just explain to me exactly how this happened, because I’m still not computing here. But spare me the details and try to keep it PG-13,” he emphasizes with adamant hand gestures.

“How do you know it’s not PG-13?” you inquire with a held-back laugh.

“Ha. With the way you two were playing tonsil hockey just now, I can tell you’ve been around the bend way more than I wanna know. My little brother doesn’t kiss like that on the first date.”

It’s impossible to hold back a giggle at the memory of your ‘first date’ and the way Sam had kissed you, “OK well, that would be hard, considering the story involves a lot of sex... You wanna give it a go, big guy?” you pass the ball over to Sam with a quirked brow and lowered voice, to which he responds with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, a little warning glance that you’re well aware means ‘save it for the bedroom’ but you simply smirk up at him.

‘Big guy’ used to be a term you called Sam in contempt, but when the feelings between you evolved and a sexual relationship developed, it became an innuendo, such that calling him ‘big guy’ in front of Dean or in public almost always results in glorious sex. In fact, sometimes you believe the nickname has held a slightly obscene connotation for you since the beginning.

Afterall, your carnal longing for him has been present from day one, although at the time you had believed it to be purely physical. Sure, you had dreams about having him in various positions in your bed, but you figured those were merely betrayals of your subconscious mind. That was until one day, a heated argument in a rare moment alone had ended up in a violent make out session, after which the two of you had just barely gotten the last of your clothes back on before Dean walked in. One look at your worked up and frenetic states alongside the disordered condition of your surroundings, and he immediately assumed you’d been fighting again (which wasn’t terribly far from the truth), chortling as he asked if you would have killed each other had he returned a bit later.

With a clearing of his throat, Sam begins to recount the tale, “Uh, well it started in that motel in South Carolina, while you were out getting food…”

“Look, all I’m saying is there is no way he’s using the hospital as a dump site! It’s just not feasible!”

With complete disregard for the peace and quiet of the other residents within this thin-walled motel, you and Sam once again find yourselves in a shouting match.

“Oh right, I forgot! You’re Sam Winchester! How could you POSSIBLY be wrong?! Mister ‘look at me, my IQ and LSAT score match my fucking height! Oh and I also happen to have the physique of an Adonis without even owning a gym membership!’” you roar bitterly, gesticulating with your hands to help better communicate your pent-up indignation.

“Right and you’re Y/N Y/L/N, so how could YOU possibly be wrong? Miss ‘look at me, I never went to college but I’m a genius AND I can kick ass! Oh and I also happen to look effortlessly stunning through it all!’” Sam suddenly seems bigger than ever as he towers over you, that panty-soaking deep voice emanating from his diaphragm and infusing itself throughout the entire room until all you can see, hear, and breathe is Sam.

The fury takes over and you don’t notice your feet taking you closer to him, “Oh yeah because you don’t make EVERYTHING you do look so unnecessarily hot and make me wanna rip your clothes off all the damn time!”

“Fuck! And you don’t always drive me crazy when we have these stupid arguments and your chest starts heaving and you look so insanely delectable I just wanna pick you up and fuck you against the closest surface!” By now, the distance between you is essentially nonexistent and your brain is no longer run by reason.

“So why don’t you then?” are your famous last words, prompting Sam to grab you wildly by the back of a thigh, lifting slightly and driving you to climb up him like a spider monkey fleeing from a grounded predator, while his other hand pushes your hair aside to gain better access to your face. Your mouths clash in a fierce battle and before you know it, Sam’s huge hands are cupping your ass as your legs wrap around his waist and you rut into him, hands flying from his shoulders to his hair. Those divine chestnut locks that you’ve always dreamed of running your fingers through. They’re somehow even softer than you imagined and the revelation, in conjunction with the way Sam’s tongue is becoming increasingly aggressive causes a fresh surge of libidinous energy to rocket through you. As a result, you give his silky strands an irresistible tug and drink in the moan he makes, the sinful sound reverberating straight down to your core as you clench around nothing.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sam groans as he grudgingly forces himself to pull back as much as he can, “Are you sure? Is this what you want? Cause I can’t- Y/N I won’t be able to stop myself if we keep going.” His eyes squeeze shut as if the notion of stopping or the act of keeping his lips away from yours is causing him genuine pain, and the entire gesture moves you.

“Fuck, you really are the opposite of everything I thought you would be,” you make a quick mental note to apologize later for your initially presumptuous behavior although you can’t find it within yourself to feel any remorse right now, “Yes, please Sam, fuck me. I want you so bad… I think I have since we met and I saw those gorgeous hands of yours,” you confess, biting your lip lightly.

Sam breathes out a low incredulous laugh, “What, these?” he asks, removing one of the aforementioned hands away from your butt to bring it into your line of vision.

“Yes, fuck they’re so big and beautiful and strong and-“

“Alright, I don’t need to know about your weird hand fetish!” Dean hollers abruptly, rubbing his fingers across his eyes as if he could somehow erase the image of you and his brother together out of his retinas. “OK, but that was like… four months ago. You mean you’ve been sneaking around behind my back this whole time?”

“Well at first we didn’t want to tell you because we weren’t even sure what it was ourselves,” you divulge.

“Yeah, we didn’t want to try to explain something that we didn’t understand yet,” Sam supplements, hoping his brother will understand the motive behind your secrecy.

You nod along, “But then… it got a little harder to hide.”

The apprehension behind Dean’s emerald eyes is unmistakable as he reluctantly inquires, “That’s why this felt like déjà vu?”

It’s with a grimace that you reply, hesitantly, “Remember the time you found those panties in the backseat of the Impala?”

Dean’s eyes grow comically wide and Sam ducks his head in preparation of what’s to come.

“Yeah, there’s a story behind that…”

The click of her heels against the porcelain-tiled foyer irritates you as the three of you stride through her front door. You’re posing as detectives sent to question this overdressed young woman about her late husband, but the moment she lays her eyes on Sam, you reckon she’s forgotten her beloved’s damn name.

“Oh my… lord and savior. Well aren’t you a tall drink of water?” she beholds breathlessly with a seductive bite of her painted ruby lips.

You cough loudly and Dean sniggers, thinking you’re annoyed about Sam getting such commendation and attention during a serious case.

“I know this might be the grief talking, but I would climb you like a tree,” she purrs, sauntering up to Sam with an exaggerated sway of her hips. With her half-lidded doe eyes adorned with dark, fluttery lashes and low, sultry voice, you have to admit she’s quite attractive.

Grinding your teeth as your nails dig into your palms, you glower at the woman unreservedly. She, however, takes no notice, running her hands along Sam’s forearms before gripping at his bicep to lead him toward her living room. “Please, come have a seat, detective. You can ask me whatever you want.” The wink she appends is somehow the final nail in the coffin.

It’s with zero hesitation that you feign the reception of a notification on your phone before declaring, “Oh would you look at that, the uh… Sheriff needs us back at the station, Sam. He says it’s urgent.” You try to keep your tone even, thankful that you all maintained your real first names for these aliases, “Dean, you’re good to conduct this interview on your own, right?” Without waiting for an answer, you trample over to snatch Sam’s other arm and ignoring the horny widow’s gaping mouth, proceed to haul him away.

Dean sends you a strange look but relents, “Uh, yeah I guess, OK.”

As soon as the door closes behind you, your hand shifts down to lace your fingers with Sam’s, marching him towards the Impala with a staunch and mighty purpose. Even Sam’s elongated legs stumble to keep up.

“So uh… when did you give the Sheriff your number?” There’s an edge in his voice that normally disappears when it’s just the two of you.

“Wha- I didn’t. Sam, I just made all that up,” you tell him as you reach the car and open its back door. Pushing Sam inside, you climb in swiftly after him, wasting no time as you straddle his thighs and begin to undress him, only pausing when he looks up at you in adorable, puppy-like confusion.

“Wait, what? Then what are we doing?”

That’s when it finally dawns on you, “Hold on a sec, were you… jealous?” You can’t help but smile, finding it amusing that he’s stewing in his own envy after what you just witnessed.

“No, I just- He was kinda all over you this morning.”

“You mean like the way Mrs. My-Husband-Just-Died-But-I-Wanna-Climb-You-Like-a-Tree was in there?”

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” Sam perks up, the hint of a smug grin ghosting across his lips.

“She was practically holding your hand!”

“That’s what bothered you the most?” He dips his head to catch your eyes and those variegated irises burn into you with an intense, questioning gaze, alight with mischievous curiosity.

“They’re my hands to hold,” you contend with a pout, subconsciously clenching your thighs around his as you seize one of his large hands with two of your much smaller ones, “Just like you’re my tree to climb.”

Sam’s head falls back in bright laughter, “I thought you said they were ‘oversized’ and ‘ungainly’?” he teases, quoting your previous slights.

“You know I only said that cause Dean was there.”

“I’m pretty sure you called them ‘fumbly’ and ‘lumbering’ the first time we met.”

Staring at his fingers as you play with them, you shiver at the memory of how they feel all over you. “That was cause I used to think all hunters with a Y chromosome were cocky, misogynistic assholes who needed to be knocked down a peg or two.”

“But I proved you wrong, right?”

“Fuck yes you did. So, so wrong. And now you’re mine, and I don’t like seeing other people touch what’s mine,” you growl before returning to your earlier task of removing his clothes, pouncing on him when your fingers finally land on bare skin. You kiss him fiercely, swallowing his surprised grunts with glee, and as his hands start travelling from your hips up to your back, holding you tight against him, your lips move down to his pulse point, sucking, licking, and nibbling, “Mine.”

“Fucking Jesus Christ on a cracker! You goddamn rabbits!” Dean squawks in protest as he begins to pace the floor, “Have you no decency?! And in my poor Baby! While I was busy doing all the work, saving lives!”

You roll your eyes at his melodramatics and can feel the tension in Sam’s abdominal muscles as he attempts to restrain his laughter. As if Dean had never taken a break during a case for a stress-relieving quickie before, or hadn’t been at least somewhat grateful to be left alone with a beautiful woman.

His next comment confirms your point, “Although, if I remember correctly that lady was a fox.” After a brief pondering pause and an introspectively appreciative smirk, Dean’s whining resumes, “But seriously! I can’t believe you two! Here I was feeling bad for forcing you to work and live together, hoping you’d eventually learn to get along when this whole time you were shacking up like animals and casually defiling my Baby just because what? Some girl touched Sam’s hand?!”

Feeling emboldened by the catharsis of this long-overdue airing of your dirty laundry, you decide to add to Dean’s exasperation, “Yeah and in the spirit of honesty, that might’ve happened more than once.” Sam tries to hold back his snort as he gives your hip a playful cautionary squeeze while Dean’s feet come to a full stop as he turns to give you a death glare. “Hey, it’s not my fault all the pretty girls like Samuel! And I’m pretty sure we wiped her down after.”

“I don’t even-“ Dean purses his lips and quirks his head with a dynamic expression of unbearable vexation, “You better be getting me pie every day of the week for what you did.“ He takes a deep breath before circling back, “Wait, OK so you’re telling me that a used condom ended up in our kitchen because- what? You two couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to find a bed? You know what, forget I asked. I don’t wanna know. Did you at least sanitize the place after?? No, of course you didn’t, you left a fucking condom on the floor… I think I’m gonna throw up.”

But you hardly hear Dean’s rambling because you and Sam are far too wrapped up in each other, smiling as you recall the events of that morning.

Your eyes slowly drift open to find the most exalting sight in all the world: Sam Winchester’s sleeping face, blissful and serene. Lifting a hand to gingerly cup his cheek, the corners of your mouth curl up when he leans into your touch. It’s moments like this that make you wish you could wake up next to him every morning.

Only after you’ve traced his every feature and planted a soft kiss where his dimple would be if he were awake and smiling, do you carefully peel yourself from his side, slipping out of his hold as you quietly climb out of bed. Sam rolls over a bit and you freeze with bated breath, watching as his big arm extends out in your direction as if trying to reach for you in his sleep, before stilling again.

Mornings like this are rare and you want him to soak up all the restful sleep he can. Once you’re sure you haven’t woken him, you scan the room for something to cover your naked figure, until your eyes land on the flannel he’d worn the night before. Picking it up, you bring it to your nose and inhale deeply to revel in the residual scent of Sam. Another glimpse at his peaceful, sleeping form has you smiling fondly. God, you are such a goner for that man. It’s becoming hard to reserve your soft looks toward him for private moments alone.

You can barely remember how it happened, but over time, you’d come to learn that Sam is nothing like you originally imagined him to be. He’s kind-hearted and open-minded, the type of soul that can find hope and beauty in even the darkest of places, a far cry from the shallow macho man silhouette you’d expected him to fill. In fact, Sam routinely defies the expectations others have enforced upon him, proving his worth time and time again as he’s persisted through some of what must be the toughest challenges to ever face a single human. Yet through it all, his spirit remains intact, never once yielding to cynicism or resentment or apathy or even the building of walls as you and Dean have resorted to. He is truly the bravest man you know and infinitely more competent than your first fluke of a hunt with him had mistakenly suggested, both in the field and in bed.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you wrap yourself in plaid and head out the door. Dean never questions your use of Sam’s shirts because ever since Sam firmly insisted on giving you his flannel after your second encounter with them resulted in Dean cutting your own top apart, you’ve grown into a habit of borrowing Sam’s clothes. You always claim they’re more comfortable than your own and Sam’s feigned annoyance over you ‘stealing’ his belongings tides Dean right over.

Half an hour passes before Sam approaches the bunker kitchen to find you with your back towards the entrance, busy prepping breakfast in nothing but his plaid. He pauses in the doorway to stare at you for a minute, licking his lips with an irrepressible smile. For some, this may seem like a stereotypical morning after, but for a couple of hunters, it feels like a dream come true.

After finally returning to the bunker last night following the completion of a series of successful hunts, you’ve got no solid obligations and very little on your to-do lists today, although Sam’s got more than a few ideas about how to pass the time, and a couple more come to mind when you stretch up on your toes to reach for something, causing the hem of his shirt to glide up until its corner reveals just slightest hint of your incredible ass. Sam can’t suppress his little grunt of approval, which catches your attention and makes you turn your head, peering back at him over your shoulder.

You smirk at the blessed view of him standing there in nothing but the pair of thin grey sweatpants you’d bought him a month ago when you discovered the viral online phenomenon, “Hey, big guy. You just gonna stand there and gawk or do you wanna make yourself useful and grab another plate from the top shelf?”

Chuckling at your false animosity, Sam stalks toward you, “Good morning to you too.” One of his vast hands falls upon your hip as he presses the maximum possible length of his body into your back side, while his other hand reaches up over your head to snatch the plate you’d asked for.

“Good morning indeed,” you concur with a silent gasp when you feel the generous bulge in his pants.

“Oh that’s not morning, baby girl,” Sam husks into your ear, “That’s all you.” His powerful arms slink around you and his lips find their way down the side of your neck, lingering in that tender spot just behind your ear whilst you tilt your head and close your eyes, contentedly surrendering yourself to the moment. “I ever tell you how good you look in my shirts?”

Wiggling your butt back to tease him a bit, you’re pleased with the hiss it elicits. “No, but you made it very clear how bad I look in Dean’s,” you counter playfully.

The man behind you scoffs, “I didn’t say you looked bad; you could never look bad. I just… don’t like seeing you wear his clothes.”

“Oh, I know,” you turn around in his arms, “I just don’t understand how Dean doesn’t know yet. I mean, I think you’ve been very obvious.”

“And you haven’t?”

“I’m not the one who leaves hickeys in very visible places all over your body!”

Sam’s eyes glaze over in lust, an idea clearly forming in his head as he glances down at you. “Dean’s a hot-blooded guy; he needs to know you’re off-limits,” he alleges before attacking your throat with his mouth.

“So why don’t we just tell him?”

Without pausing his efforts, Sam reminds you, “Because you said you thought it was kinda hot, all the sneaking around. Mmpf, and because you said you wanted to see how long it would take him to figure it out.”

You nod while running your fingers through his silken strands and leaning back to give him more purchase, “That’s true. But in my defence, we always have this conversation when we’re doing stuff like this and I can’t think straight when your hands and mouth are on me.”

“Kinda like how I can’t think straight when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt?” His kisses travel down from your neck to your collarbone and shoulder as he slides his loosely buttoned flannel off to one side, “Fuck, you’ve got me so hard.”

Without warning, Sam seizes your waist and hoists you into the air as if gravity were an absolute joke, before plopping you down on the edge of the steel counter, his thumbs digging lightly into your ribcage.

“Sam! This is where we eat!” you protest with a laugh.

“Exactly. Which is why I’m gonna devour you here.” He dives back into your neck, continuing his work on a little pink mark that’s already beginning to form.

“Oh fuck… Wait, what if Dean walks in?” It’s through a great struggle that you manage to push him back an inch.

“He’s got a date with the Impala. He’ll be in the garage all day, trust me.” Sam’s gaze sweeps over your body suggestively, “Now are you gonna let me taste what’s mine?”

With an equally lewd survey of his extensive frame, you reply, “As long as you let me impale myself on what’s mine later.”

His eyes darken and the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only person he’s ever wanted ignites a confidence within you, so in a rather swift motion, you grasp him by the shaft through his sweatpants – the delicious groan he emits at your touch is enough to turn your pussy into a slip and slide – and pull him back towards you until the clothed length of him is resting against your folds and your noses brush, while his hands settle naturally on your thighs.

Shivering, your breath stutters and for an instant you can do nothing but bask in the closeness of him. Sam seems to enjoy it too because he closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours with an elated sigh. For the second time today, you marvel at his beauty, whispering a string of gasping kisses along his lower eye socket and exquisite cheekbone, simply dying to breathe him in. All of him is so immaculate and sublime. Each time the two of you reconvene, you want to savor every fucking inch of him, but there are a lot of inches, so the task often overwhelms you. Still, you must try. Locking your ankles behind him, you use your legs to pull him even further into you and the friction makes you lose your mind.

“Fuck, baby girl, you keep that up I’ll be making a mess in my pants,” Sam grunts with his lips upon your cheek.

Your breathless laughter fills the air, thinking of the stain you've undoubtedly already left on his charming grey sweatpants. Nimble as he is, Sam takes advantage of your open mouth and plunges his tongue inside. After so much preamble, the kiss is heavy and full of need. When the pressure of his lips pushes your head back, your hands fly to his wrists for the sake of your balance.

From there, they journey upward across his vascular forearms to his bulging triceps, fondling his massive shoulders before sliding along his traps and up the gorgeous length of his perfect neck, until you finally reach the treasure trove of his impeccable locks. You tangle your fingers into the lush mane and yank, gently but zealously, making Sam growl into your mouth. His voice is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and the sounds he makes always drive you insane.

Never breaking the kiss, Sam’s colossal moose paws roam up to your back as he slowly lays you down on the counter, his member somehow still notched at your entrance and the new angle rousing a quiet moan from you. When he ultimately pulls away, you pitch forward to chase after his lips, but Sam only grants you a devilish grin and a quick peck to the corner of your mouth before moving down to your jaw and neck. While one palm kneads at your breast through his shirt, the other begins pushing and pulling at fabric to uncover more of your skin for his wandering lips.

“Sam! Augh!” you cry out as your head falls back.

“I got you, baby. I’m all yours. Gonna make you feel so good.” As if to attest his words, he rolls his hips into yours and a needy whimper escapes you. With your fingers still twisted in his hair, Sam leaves no part of you untouched as his mouth travels down your body. But upon reaching your navel, he pauses, those vivid, color-changing eyes peeping up at you to check for any signs of discomfort or objection. Finding none, his thick tongue pokes out to lick a deliriously winding path from your belly button to your exposed clit. Then, pushing down tenderly on the insides of your knees to open you up to him, Sam directs you one last look that is both hungry and reverent, “I still can’t believe this is mine.”

Dean had stopped you halfway through your recollection, but it appears that was still too much for him, “What did I do to deserve this?! I feel like I need to go bathe in holy water for a week.”

You and Sam both open your mouths to respond but Dean cuts you off vehemently, “Ba-da-da-da!” His vocalized outcry is complete with animated gestures featuring an accusing index finger. “OK, before you two tell me another traumatizing story, that’s enough of the who, what, when, where, and how… I just need to know why. I mean, is this- are you- …?”

Sensing the protective wheels turning in his head, you decide to put Dean out his misery, “I’m not just with Sam because he’s an incredible lay if that’s what you’re wondering. We can skip the fatherly ‘what are your intentions’ talk. Yes, Dean, I am in love with your little brother… although ‘little’ is not exactly the word I’d use to describe him.”

“Sammy, could you please control your woman?”

“My woman?” Sam sounds mostly amused but you’re almost certain you can hear a hint of pride in his voice.

“Yeah, I admit I’m surprised I didn’t see it until now. You two are kinda oddly perfect for each other, you know, in a weird, kinky way.”

“To be honest, we’re pretty surprised too. I mean, he doesn’t look it but this guy is kind of territorial,” you quip whilst cocking a thumb in Sam’s direction.

“I don’t need to- Wait a minute, so all those bruises you told me were from hunts?” Dean’s eyebrows soar towards his hairline.

Chewing on your lip, you confirm his hypothesis with a miniscule nod.

“Yeah well that time you saw my back,” Sam chimes in vengefully, casting you a handsome grin full of mischief as he reveals, “that wasn’t a werewolf, that was Y/N.”

With eyes as round as dinner plates, Dean frantically shuts you both down, “OK, that’s it. Torture Dean time is over. I don’t wanna hear any more about your depraved sex lives! Look, I guess I’m happy for you guys, although mostly cause I don’t have to play referee anymore, but I’m gonna need you to follow some ground rules around here. Like rule number one! No sex in public places!” he starts counting with his fingers, “Always put a sock on it when you’re busy! And most importantly, no sex in Baby!”

Your laughter follows Dean as he wearily saunters out of the kitchen, an exhausted expression on his face. Turning to your newly outed boyfriend, you petition excitedly, “Does this mean we can have shower sex now?”

“Not while I’m around!” comes Dean’s snappy answer.

In contrast, Sam gives you the same look he did on that dreamy morning, “Oh trust me baby girl, I’m gonna get you wet somehow.”

“Still within hearing distance! I think I liked it better when you guys were at each other’s throats.”

As you’re giggling, Sam leans down to whisper in your ear, “For the record, I’m in love with you too.” And just like that, you’re tempted to re-enact your previous kitchen escapades.

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Ticklish Dreams (and Georges)

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My child. this is my child. and it’s only half of it. I wasn’t ready to become a mother this young, and now i’m having to birth two children

Inspired by @strawberry-bat-thing ‘s DreamXD headcannons

And continued on from A Break From Prison

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Summary: DreamXD has taken Dream on another ‘field trip’, only this time, it’s to visit his long-separated friend, George. What happens when Dream becomes jealous of a certain tickly party-trick that DreamXD can perform? Read to find out :D EXTREMELY MEGA PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, prison lore angst, mentions of anxiety and being scared, body horror ? (DreamXD has 4 arms)

Word Count: 4780

I’ve used he/they/him/them pronouns for dreamXD, and he/him pronouns for George and Dream

enjoy.

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Dream adjusted his footing within the grassy slope of the dark-oak forest, the spongy, soft surface being a great contrast to the familiar hard floors of his obsidian cell. He looked back up to the cloaked deity hesitantly, his grip tightening around their supporting arm when moonlit tree branches created ghostly shadows behind the god’s tall figure.

They had appeared in his cell approximately an hour earlier - unprompted. And apart from the initial scare, Dream had been rather excited to see the masked giant again. That was of course until he had noticed the god’s rigid posture, their movements stiff and unfamiliar in comparison to last time. They had offered Dream with no more than a a vague explanation of “he wants you to see,” before swiftly bundling him up, and carrying him out into the biting outside world, barely a word spoken as they whisked through the dark-oak biome.

Eventually, they had come across a small clearing deep within the forest, and it was only then that DreamXD had actually relaxed from their tense posture, shoulder’s slumping, and arms gently lowering Dream to the ground below, much to his dismay.

“E-ex D..?” Dream whispered, tugging gently on the cloaked arm. The god appeared to be in some kind of trance, staring out into the open field that lay in front of them. They surprisingly responded to Dream’s call though, offering him a comforting smile, and a gentle pat to the head. Dream smiled back, but he could feel a clump of anxiety twisting its way into his chest.

His feet shifted beneath him again, knees knocking together as his body worked in overdrive to dot his heat-adapted skin with as many goosebumps as humanly possible. His lungs were also struggling with the scenery change, them being so used to the warm, smokey scent of his prison cell. He scanned the area vigorously for any familiar trees to orient himself with, however the more he looked, the more disorientated he became. He prided himself for knowing every inch and corner of the SMP, and yet, he had no idea where he was.

“You’re lost.” The god finally spoke, his echoed voice bouncing around the near silent biome, startling Dream out of his racing thoughts.

“No.” He huffed, continuing his scanning, marvelling over the various amounts of mushrooms that laced the banks surrounding the clearing. He had definitely not come across this area of the SMP before.

“Maybe…” He admitted, a low chuckle from the god enticing a gentle blush to form on his cheeks, but a grateful breathe escaping his mouth now that they were actually speaking to him. He suddenly felt a little safer, finding the courage to release his hold on the deep green cloak.

Despite the fear that gripped at his chest, an overwhelming sense of happiness managed to bubble its way up inside him, him taking a moment to steady his stuttered breathing, and ducking down to run his hands through soft grass blades, now being able to admire his surroundings. It had been 8 months since he had seen such natural beauty.

“Hm, good. No one is supposed to find this place.” The god stated, following Dream down, and taking a seat on the grassy bank next to him.

“Why? Why did you take me here then?” Dream questioned, innocent eyes turning to face the cloaked figure expectantly, but the god’s mask remaining fixated out to the clearing as before. Dream followed his gaze this time.

It was.. peaceful, a protective wall of dark-oak trees surrounding it, their branches shimmering under the silver filter that the full moon provided. For a moment, Dream felt a genuine smile pull at his lips, a feature that seemed to only appear in the presence of DreamXD. However it quickly disappeared into a short gasp, once the dancing moonlight revealed the vague shape of a bed at the base of the bank, maybe only 15 blocks away. It was draped haphazardly with blue blankets, a sleeping figure sprawled out on top of the mattress.

“Who is that?” Dream yelped, dropping his voice back to a whisper, and grasping for the safety of the green garments once again.

“George.” The god uttered, a certain fondness lacing the name, and a gentle smile forming beneath his mask. Dream looked over to the figure again, and sure enough, he could now clearly make out the blue tshirt and discarded goggles. It was indeed his long-separated friend.

“He wanted you to see him.”

‘Him.’ Dream thought. George was the ‘him’ that the god had spoke of? Part of him wanted to leap up and sprint down the mushroom-covered bank, drawn by the loneliness in his heart, but he knew that that would not be allowed by the god. They always seemed to be very intent on not allowing anyone to see him outside of the prison.

So he settled with simply admiring his sleeping friend from afar, a small smile pulling at his lips, as he took in the brunette’s dishevelled appearance. His limbs were sprawled out in every direction possible, pillow discarded over the side of the bed, draping over his goggles and boots below. His head was hanging awkwardly off the side of the mattress, body not far from joining his belongings as the pillow had done earlier.

“He’s such an idiot…” Dream said softly, a hesitant hand covering his mouth once he realised that he had spoken the affection aloud. He turned to look at DreamXD, who presented him with a cheeky smile.

“S-shut up…” He mumbled, earning a low chuckle from the deity.

“He is indeed.” DreamXD agreed, turning to admire the sleeping brunette once again.

A silence consumed the pair again, only this time, Dream was a little more comfortable while admiring the beauty of the forest. Another breeze blew through the trees, leaves rustling a gentle song to each other, and his prison tshirt flapping gently against his skin. He shuffled closer to the warmth that the god was radiating, hesitantly leaning into the cloak.

His head snapped down to George in alarm once he heard him stir in his sleep, however his eyebrows furrowed into a look of confusion when he noticed a groggy smile forming on the brunette’s lips. His hands were twitching in his sleep, body twisting, and knees slowly being brought up to his chest

“He’s dreaming..” Dream marvelled, voice low so not to wake up the squirming sleeper.

“So he is..” DreamXD responded, although Dream sensed a certain cheekiness in the god’s words. He looked up to the mask, raising an eyebrow behind his own at the mischevious grin that was protruding out of the bottom of it.

He was about to say something, but his attention was snatched back to the clearing, light giggles now bubbling out of his sleeping friend.

“He’s laughing!” Dream remarked excitedly, watching as his friend squirmed around in his bed sheets, blue tshirt twisting around his body as he wriggled from left to right. His legs kicked out, flinging his bundled blue sheets to the ground with the rest of his belongings.

“What’s happening??” Dream asked, amusement chasing away any left over anxiety that he was previously holding. He looked back up to the deity as they let out a few high pitched giggles. A laughter that Dream had not heard from them before, and one that certainly did not match his appearance. The giggles were bright and cheeky, like that of a mischievous child.

“Are you doing this??”

“Ehehe, maybe..” DreamXD giggled, composing himself to answer the mortal’s inquisitive eyes. “I’m giving him a tickle dream.”

Oh.. Dream thought, his eyes falling back to George immediately, the sudden use of the word catching him off guard. The god could do that? He could create dreams?? He felt himself fluster at even the idea of receiving a.. dream of that sort… He quickly adjusted his battered mask to hide his warming cheeks from the god, watching as the brunette twitched and twisted on his mattress. A wide smile had taken up the bottom half of his face, his hands weakly grasping onto his tshirt as invisible hands danced over his body.

Dream shivered at the thought, curling into himself a little as George did, his head turning away when he felt butterflies dance their way into his belly. The butterflies brought another feeling that was rather familiar to Dream, but never would he have expected to feel it in this context. He was jealous…

“George sleeps a lot. And sometimes his dreams get a little out of hand. But when I give him these dreams, it allows for him to relax for a moment.” Dream turned to look at the god out of the corner of his eye, relieved to find that they weren’t looking over to him.

“I-is, is that w-why you wanted to get back here so fast?” He cursed his stuttering, quickly ducking away when the masked deity turned to face him again.

“Yes…”

The sound of George’s sleepy giggles filled the air once again, leaves continuing their songs in the trees, and a faint snort from a pig being heard in the far distance. Really? No teasy comment? No coo over his blush? No flustering questions?

Why did that make it worse…

He shuffled again, toes curling into the earth below as his skin began to dance with the invisible fingers that George must’ve been feeling. God.. was he really going to do this..?

Hesitantly, he climbed his way onto the deity’s lap, draping himself face down into the soft green garments like he had done last time. His heart thumped with anticipation, hands gathering up the material to bury his face into.

However much to his disappointment, nothing happened. The god’s hands didn’t move, they didn’t speak, and Dream was left with only his tingling skin and swirling stomach.

He whined into the clothing, however squeaked when a low chuckle rumbled through DreamXD.

“Is something wrong?” They asked, voice disgustingly innocent. Dream groaned, turning over to meet the deity’s question, holding his mask over his undoubtedly red cheeks. However while he was expecting to be met with the deity’s head tilt of confusion, he was instead met with an extremely cheeky grin. He immediately flopped back down into his lap.

“You know!!” He accused, firmly planting his face back into his material burrow, a gentle hum from the deity sending shivers down his spine.

“You want tickles.”

“Hehehehey!!”

“Still don’t like the word?”

“Ehehex dehehe…” He whined through gritted teeth, skin absolutely crawling with potential ticklish energy.

“You got jealous of George’s dream! Would you like to feel what he’s feeling?”

Dream blinked at the god’s offer, turning his head back to George again. His squirming had died down a little, legs now curled into himself, and arms wrapped sleepily around his stomach. His smile was still as wide as ever, hair sticking out at all angles from his wiggling. Dream nodded his head slowly, a giddy smile forming on his lips.

“Are you going to ask then?”

“EX! Don’t mahahake mehe ask!!”

“So giggly and nothings even happening yet! Does George know that you’re this sensitive?” The god asked fluttering his fingers in Dream’s peripheral vision, smirking when a squeal erupted out of the giggly pile on his lap.

“STAHAP!! Ok ok! C-cahan I plehehase have a dream like G-george’s?” He managed, face burning as the words passed over his tongue.

“What kind of dream~?”

“Stahahap youhuhu know I cahan’t say ihihit…”

“Alright! Alright. A ticklish dream for a ticklish Dream it is!”

Dream groaned again, but a shriek tore through his throat when he felt fingers kneading down his stomach, his hands abandoning their fist full of garment to brush away the sensations. He twisted onto his side, but soon discovered that there were in fact no hands there, this was simply the dream that George was receiving at the moment.

“WAHAHAHIHIHIT EHEX DEHEHEHE!!!!” He yelped, wheezing when invisible fingers kneaded along his lower stomach, legs kicking out at the feeling.

“Oh I forgot how bad your stomach was..” DreamXD’s sheepish voice could barely be heard over his own laughter.

“HEHEHELP!!! MAHAHAKE IHIT STAHAP!!” He screamed, however he immediately calmed right down once the invisible hands moved to trace shapes into his back and shoulders instead.

“Sorry.”

“Youhuhu.. Youhuhu did thahat on puhurpose..” Dream slurred, him rolling onto his back limply, the softer technique and the chosen spot causing him to melt into the deity’s lap.

“I did not!! You both have different bad spots!! Look at George now!” DreamXD defended. Dream craned his neck up, which took a surprising amount of effort due to his body’s sudden heaviness.

Sure enough, while Dream was all but melting into DreamXD’s lap, the brunette was squirming up a storm on his now bare mattress, shoulder’s wriggling, and breathy giggles escaping through his lips in spurts.

“See? George’s back turns him into a wiggling worm, while yours turns you to a puddle of giggles.” Dream pouted at the choice of words, head dropping down to DreamXD’s lap again.

“Ihihihi’m nohohot… a puhuhuddle…”

“You’re melting in my lap.”

“Nohohohoho..” Dream whined, hands coming up to cover his face.

“Which spot should I do next? He’s getting tired.” DreamXD asked, an almost mothering tone lacing his words. Dream’s eyes widened.

“Why do I have to pick??” He complained.

“If you don’t pick I’m just going back to your stomach, because that’s George’s favourite spot, and I like your laugh when I tickle you there.”

Dream’s stomach flipped at even the mention of it getting targeted again, his face warming at the word, and a few panicked giggles escaping him. He looked over to his friend, watching him writhe against the bed. The image apparently was a rather familiar one, as it triggered a multitude of distant memories from the early SMP days to resurface in his brain, each one of them conveniently providing him with a tier list of George’s worst spots.

Oh well this could be fun…

“Ribs?” He decided on, a spot that the two of them shared relatively equally. If he started with this spot, then the god would be less likely to catch onto his plan.

With very little delay, a scuttling feeling was suddenly felt running up and down his rib cage, jolting his body alive from its previously melted state. He puffed out his cheeks as giggles gathering in his throat, the light touches causing his body to twist and twitch involuntarily.

“Now you’re the one squirming~”

“Sh-shuhush.. Is hehehe nohohot??” Dream asked, surprised that his friend was not reacting as harshly as he was, he could’ve sworn that it was a relatively even spot.. He craned his neck up to look at the brunette again, but his body refused to stay in one place for too long before it flinched away again.

“Mm no.. This is mainly a melt spot for George. Well actually one of his ribs is pretty bad. Would you like me to find it?” DreamXD offered, a genuine smile hiding away the mischievous smirk beneath.

“Yehehehes please..” Dream giggled, trying again to sit up in the god’s lap to get a better view of George, propping himself on his elbows.

He watched as the brunette’s laughter died down with his own, smiling fondly as he turned onto his side, a wobbly smile still plastered on his sleepy face. However his own supporting arms were quick to give way, once the feeling of kneading fingers returned, only this time, to his ribs.

“WHAHA- EHEHEX DEHE?!??” He screeched, surprised laughter bubbling out of his mouth, as his two lowest-most ribs were targeted by the ghostly fingers. He crashed back down to the deity’s lap, desperately trying to brush away the feeling, but then collapsing into cackles when the it persisted.

“Hmm let’s see now..” DreamXD hummed, tapping at his mask in a fake-ponder. “Now where was that rib~?”

“STAHAHAP YOUHU WeHEHern’T suhuhposed to dohoho mehehe as wehehell!!” Dream complained, arms wrapping tightly around his middle.

“I thought you wanted tickles Dreamie~”

“AHCK!!” Dream squawked, his face heating up significantly at not only the word, but nickname as well. A few flustered cackles escaped his mouth before his hands quickly came up to muffle the rest, more muffled squeaks erupting out of him as the next rib up was drilled into.

“EHEHEX DEHEHE!!!”

“Well this is George’s worst rib. He goes absolutely crazy if I dig right into here..” The god explained, drilling invisible fingers into the rib hidden beneath the muscles of both mortal’s sides. He watched fondly as George’s sleepy figure kicked out on his bed, sleepy giggles flowing out of his mouth in huffs, his hands twitching in his grip around his tshirt.

“LEHEHET MEHE SEHEHEE!!” Dream demanded, his own body failing to comprehend the task of sitting up again.

He sighed gratefully when the scratching returned, his twitching increasing, but his thrashing falling to a level that allowed DreamXD to guide his body upwards. He giggled to himself, eagerly taking in sight of the brunette twisting on his bed again. But much to his disappointment, the brunette was not writhing, but simply sinking into the mattress.

“Noho no, I wahanted to see hihim with the otheher thing!” He frowned, giggles peppering his words.

“You’re too ticklish for that.”

“HEHehy!! Ehehex dehehe stahahap!!” He whined, hiding his face in his hands again.

“I’m serious! You’d just collapse back down!”

“Hohold mehehe uhup thehen!!”

“Ok.”

Dream yelped when he was pulled into the god’s chest, their arms wrapping securely around his body like a harness. His giggles died down for a moment as his mind became preoccupied with the feeling of another living being being so close to him. He hesitantly leant his head back into the god, the warmth from their body leaping into his. He could hear their heart thumping behind him, his head rising and falling with the rhythm that it set out for his lungs.

“Is this ok?” The god asked softly, Dream could hear the voice rumble from inside his chest. He leant his head forward, a little embarrassed that he had accepted the affection so willingly.

“Y-yeah, it’s.. nice.” He smiled, but he could feel a blush rising to his cheeks at the idea of how vulnerable he now was to the god. He couldn’t see any facial expressions, not that he could see much to begin with, but he wouldn’t see if they were being genuine or mischievous. He was also just so much closer to his face now, his whole body feeling the vibrations of each word that the god spoke.

“Ready?” They asked, snapping Dream out of his thoughts. He shook away the rest of his concerns, giving DreamXD a head-nod of confirmation.

“Yes.” He added.

Immediately, the kneading returned, Dream’s body jolting harshly at the feeling, hands shooting down again to instinctively rub at his sides. A muffled giggle caught his attention from the clearing, a huge smile growing on his lips and as he watched George kick out and thrash on his bed.

“I knEHehew hihihis rihihibs wehehehere tihic-” The word disappeared in his throat, a flustered giggle emerging in its place. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning into his hands in embarrassment.

“Did you just fluster yourself? I didn’t even have to do anything!!” The deity’s cheerful voice teased, causing another giggly groan to leave Dream.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!”

“Alright then, one last spot and then we’ll stop, you’re both becoming tired.” The deity announced. Dream remained giggling into his hands even after the tickling stopped, him still being stifled by embarrassment. However he quickly stopped with a gasp when he remembered one of George’s absolutely worst spots. And conveniently, it was not a bad spot for him, so he’d actually be able to watch this time.

“Knees.” He said firmly, hands abandoning his field of vision as he awaited eagerly for the sensations to begin again.

“Mmm.” The god hummed, a tilt of uncertainty to it. Dream huffed at the deity’s hesitance.

“I said a spot!!”

“That’s one of George’s worst spots…” The deity trialed off, Dream shrinking away a little at their new tone of voice. Their playfulness had left, a piercing tone of righteousness taking its place.

“…Yes?” He answered carefully.

“Are your knees bad?” They queried, large hands twitching towards Dream’s thighs with their question.

“Yes!”

“Liar.” Dream’s breath hitched at how close they sounded behind him. His voice low and almost offended, causing him to shudder.

“W-why does it m-matter?? I p-picked a spot!!”

A silence fell over them, the deity’s hands touching together in a ponder in front of Dream’s chest, causing Dream to shift on the spot. He resisted the urge to sink back down into the god’s lap like before, the possibility of seeing his friend laugh again creating a synthetic backbone to replace his actual crumbling one.

“Fine. But only for a little, and then I’m getting your belly.” The god finally spoke, voice firm and definite.

“WHAT!?!? XD!!” Dream yelled, the body part in question helpfully swirling around inside him again. He craned his neck up to face the deity behind him, a wave of both relief and absolute panic washing over him once he saw that the god’s playful grin has returned.

“Your belly’s going to be miiinee~” He sang, wiggling their fingers back around Dream’s middle.

“NOHOHO!!” Dream protested, the tingling in his stomach increasing greatly, hands racing down to latch onto the deity’s large thumbs.

His legs twitched as the ghostly fingers returned, them squeezing and pinching at the muscles surrounding his knee cap. He quickly looked to George, a sheepish smile appearing as the brunette kicked out and twitched in his sleep, admiring the sleepy giggles that tumbled out of him. However, he could not help but be distracted by the idea of him already being in the grasp of the deity that was about to attack his sensitive stomach. He was all on edge.

“Dreamie~”

“s-StaHAhAp stahahap!! dOHoHon’T cahahall be thahat!!” Dream gasped, more flustered giggles pouring into his trusty hands, the deity’s playful hum causing him to whine.

“Ready for your tummy tickles Dreamie~?”

“STAHAHAP EHEHEX DEHEHE!!”

“Should I make you use the same safe word as last time? Or should I be merciful?” The god hummed in thought, marvelling as Dream broke into a long wave of hiccup giggles. He shifted his eyes over to George, scanning him briefly to ensure that he was not reaching any limits, and then doing the same to Dream.

“Mehehercihihy!! Mehehercy plehehease!!” Dream begged, his gut twisting in anticipation, already feeling DreamXD’s fingers running over the sensitive skin.

He attempted to curl into the deity’s cloak once again, twisting on the spot to bury into the fabric covering one of their large arms.

“Mercy?! Like the mercy you showed for George?” DreamXD chuckled, smiling at the mortal’s muffled apologies. He quietly brought his bottom set of arms out from under his cloak, allowing them to take the place of his first, as he he reached up to grab hold of Dream’s wrists. He gently guided them away from his face, chuckling again when the boy squealed at the change, his head falling back and merciful eyes meeting DreamXD’s mask. The deity internally cooed, one of his lower hands coming up to run his fingers through Dream’s tangled hair.

“I don’t have to.” He soothed, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort in the boy’s eyes. He allowed for the dream to fade into nothing, decoupling the two mortals from one another and allowing George to continue his slumber in peace.

A wobbling smile appeared on Dream’s face, him then dropping his head back down again, feet kicking and scuffing gently into DreamXD’s legs. A tiny frustrated whine left his lips, indicating to the god that Dream was in fact still having fun.

“You’re excited.” DreamXD smiled, carefully replacing his hand back over his quivering stomach, scratching gently over the area. Dream was quick to fall into a line of sweet giggles.

“Nohoho Ihihihi’m nohohot..” The boy detested, his head unable to decide which of his arms to hide behind, skin jumping at every swipe of the nail.

“You wriggling in anticipation.”

“Nohohoho!” Dream shook his head, his giggles picking up when the god’s fingers crept up and under his prison tshirt, clawed fingers tracing shapes into his belly’s twitching skin.

“Safe word is ‘Tummy’ ok?” DreamXD declared softly, watching curiously as flustered giggles spluttered out of the blonde, but an unmistakable ‘Ok’ was heard amongst them.

He picked up the pace, pinching and squeezing over the scarred skin, keeping away from his belly button and lower tummy for now.

“EHEHEHEX DEHEHE!!” Dream wailed, his body going limp as his abdominal muscles gave out beneath him, body sliding down the deity’s chest.

“Does it tickle Dream~?”

“YehEheHeS!!”

“It’s turning you into a puddle again!”

“NaHaha it’s nohohot!!” Dream shook his head, sliding down further into the god’s lap.

However his body jolted back into solidity once DreamXD’s pinching became kneading, large thumbs massaging into the muscles either side of his belly button. He wheezed, propelling himself back into the god’s chest again, loud cackles exploding out of him.

“WAHAHAHIHIHIT!!”

“This is George’s favourite spot to be tickled.”

“EHEHEX DEHEHE!!”

“For him it produces sweet giggles that make him all cuddly. You however, you cannot stand this spot.”

“SWITCH SPOTS PLEHEHEASE EHEHEX DEHEHE!!” Dream screamed, his stomach alive with ticklish energy, arms flexed in their hold i. attempt to distract himself from the electricity that the deity’s fingers sent coursing through his body.

He screamed again when the god moved to knead into the area below his belly button, wheezing himself into silent hiccup laughter, before squealing when a single finger hooked into his belly button.

“WAHAHAHIHIHIT EHEHEX DEHEHE WAHAHAHIHIHIT NOHOHOT BOHOTH!!!”

“No~?” The deity questioned, slowing his kneading down so that the mortal could gulp in breaths of air.

“Plehehehease!!” Dream begged, attempting to still himself so not to accidentally move the god’s finger deeper into his belly button. “Ihihihi cahahan’t!”

“Is the giggle button too much for you?” DreamXD teased softly.

“DOhohon’T cahahall it thahat!!” Dream yelped, burying himself into his arm, out of view from the large hands surrounding his seemingly tiny body.

“Dreamie’s belly is just tooo sensitive..”

“STAHAP!!”

“It’s too…” DreamXD trailed off, craning his head down to whisper into Dream’s glowing red ear. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle ticklish!”

“NAHAHAHA EHEHEX DEHEHE DOHOHON’T- AHAHAHAH!!” Dream cried, his laugh already borderline hysterical from just the teases, but him tipping over the edge once the god’s finger began to vibrate into his belly button.

He wheezed again, high pitched cackles pouring out of his chest, nervous system alive with tingling energy. He fell into silent laughter when DreamXD began to kneading into his lower stomach again, voice coming back only to scream out his safe word.

With no delay, the attack ceased, soothing circles behind rubbed into his stomach instead. Dream sighed, leaning his head back against the god contently, waiting patiently for his breathing to even out.

“You did really well.” The god praised, causing a sense of pride to build up inside Dream, extending the lifetime of his wide grin.

“Thahank youhuhu.” He giggled, nuzzling into the deity’s chest. “M’tired now.” He mumbled, squeaking when he felt their chest vibrate with a hum.

DreamXD smiled, repositioning Dream so that he was lying in their arms once again, then brushing gentle fingers through his hair. He watched fondly as the blonde drifted off to sleep in his arms, quiet snores heaving out of their sleeping breaths. He averted his attention to his other sleeping mortal, rising from his position on the grass, and floating down the hill towards the bed, Dream still draped in his arms.

He scanned over the sleeping brunette, ensuring that they too were happy and comfortable. He picked up the blue blanket from ground with the set of arms that weren’t holding Dream, shaking off the dark-oak leaves that had become stuck to it, and laying it gently back over George. He also picked up the pillow while he was there, placing it above George’s head, taking a moment to watch the brunette scramble for it in his sleep, pulling it close to his chest.

His heart melted.

As the morning sun peaked over the trees, DreamXD travelled swiftly back to the prison. One day, he would be able to share a moment with the two mortals while they are both awake and conscious. But today was just not that day.

🦙🦙🦙…

The end. my screen time for this app is embarrassing.

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