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#i keep having dreams about my sister and i and i keep waking up disturbed or anxious or sick or angry or annoyed

cammys-imagines24 · 2 years

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•Being in a Relationship with Dream•

Although Morpheus has had many a past relationship you're the first one where he's felt like he couldn't exist without you. Like he really, truly needs you and he's never needed anyone before.

He may be an endless, anthropomorphic being but you make him feel like a simple man very much in love.

Now, it is no surprise that Dream's job has to take first priority most of the time. That's just how it is and has to be and you knew what you signed up for.

Though still he always tries to include you in everything he does. Learning from past relationship mistakes that even if he's preoccupied with work that by having you beside him he can still spend time with you.

So, if there's a runaway nightmare that needs taking care of, you'll travel to the Waking World with him. If there's a problem in the realm or someone else's dream, then you're coming along for the ride as well.

There is no part of his realm he won't show you. He rather delights in showing you every nook and crevice of the Dreaming and seeing your reactions.

Morpheus loves telling you everything about his world and his long existence. He is incredibly open with his infinite knowledge and abilities.

One of his favorite pastimes is visiting your dreams but he never disturbs them. Rather he just likes to quietly marvel at what your imagination has come up with. And, of course, he will personally destroy any nightmare that dares enter your head.

Dream's nicknames for you will be "love" or "darling" but he especially enjoys when he can introduce you to someone so that he can say "this is my partner" or "my wife." He likes when he can openly call you his.

The King of Dreams and Ruler of Nightmares is definitely one who let's his actions speak louder than his words.

He will face off against Lucifer and all of Hell for you should the need arise and he will not hesitate to battle even his siblings should one of them be foolish enough to mess with you.

He would dismantle the universe and lay waste to humanities unconscious just to keep you safe but saying "I love you" is a rarity reserved for only the most special of times.

You don't mind of course because every starry eyed gaze he gives you is a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. His is the kind of love you can feel with every look and touch.

You're getting a raven whether you like it or not. Even when he's not near you he likes having a way to check up on you and make sure you're safe.

Matthew and Lucienne are your besties. Death is like a cool older sister to you as well.

Morpheus will not hesitate to offer you his coat if you're ever cold or if you fall asleep in the library or his throne room while he's still working he will cover you with it like a blanket.

He knows all too well the effect his voice has on you and though he'd never admit to teasing you with it, he does and does it all the time.

No matter how long you've been together nothing pleases him more than how his captivating, deep voice can still make your heart pound like a drum in your chest and bring you to your knees.

Despite Dream's more reserved nature he is an incredibly passionate lover. He is also gentle and kind. Your every wish he will fulfill. Your every dream will come true. He will give you pleasure far beyond what you could even fantasize about.

He uses his past relationship failures as cautionary tales to ensure that he doesn't repeat the same mistakes with you.

Morpheus tries, he really tries to always make you feel loved and above all else, valued. He makes sure that though he is Endless, without you he would feel like nothing.

Not a day goes by where you don't feel cherished.

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haru-natsuka · 3 months

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The Unending Daze Extra (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader x Ace Trappola)

This is not a continuation from the main story, more like a side story of one of your day with Malleus and family

*Chapter start from below trailer*

>> Trailer <<

"My darling wife, the joy you have brought me throughout the years is without compare. Our children are fortunate to have been gifted with such a loving and caring mother as you,"

Malleus spoke with affection, his voice like honeyed words that melted the hearts of everyone that heard it. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

But just as you were getting used to this blissful scene, your old friend, Ace arrived in an unexpected turn of events. He claimed that he was your husband, which left you perplexed and bewildered.

"Wait a minute, that's not right! I'm your real husband! He's just trying to manipulate you with a dream. Wake up, now! Our children need you! I need you, Y/N!"

You were unsure how to proceed, caught in the middle of a confusing situation. In this situation, you feel conflicted and uncertain about whether your old friend or your darling husband had spoken the truth

>> EXTRA <<

Your mind felt hazy and unfocused, as you become increasingly unaware of your surroundings, as your mind started to feel more and more blank and detached from reality. You had a feeling of confusion and uncertainty, as you felt like you were forgetting something but could not seem to figure out what it was. Your thoughts seem to be scattered and unfocussed, as you attempt to make sense of your feelings and thoughts, and try to determine exactly what it was that you are forgetting. Something that you held dear in your heart.

A sudden cooing sound shattered your trance, and you found in your arms, there was a baby. The feelings of confusion and uncertainty disappear immediately as a motherly thought comes rushing into your head. The baby stirred softly in your arms, letting out a sweet and adorable cooing sound, causing a deep sense of warmth and love to overwhelm you. You began playing and cooing to the baby in your arms, which seems to have triggered a sudden desire to care and protect this small, innocent life in your hands. Slowly, your surrounding came into view.

As you stared at the baby in your arms, Malleus whispered tenderly in your ear. "Our baby is so beautiful," he says lovingly, "she looks just like you. She has your eyes, nose, and mouth." Your husband wrapped his hands around your waist from behind, pulling you gently closer to him, and kissed the top of your head affectionately. As usual, he showered you with a lot of love and care. How could you secure yourself a husband like Malleus?

"Now, we must hire a guard for our precious daughter. Levan and Marcellus keep disturbing Lilia and Sebek all the time, so they are too occupied to take care of her. How about we hire Sil…" You felt like the word you were trying to pronounce had suddenly become lost from your mind, making it impossible to continue speaking. Malleus noticed this, in response, his grip on your body tightened a bit too much as he kissed your nape gently. His lips still pressed against your neck as he tried to divert your focus.

"The matters of hiring a bodyguard can wait until later. I will take care of that. You don't need to worry, my darling wife."

As you tried to focus your mind and recalled what you were forgetting beforehand, the bed shook and jolted repeatedly due to the sudden, frantic movements of your two kids. Levan and Marcellus were attempting to climb onto the bed with their small, tiny feet and arms, their faces filled with joy and excitement as they tried to get to their younger sister.

"We want to meet our younger sister!" Levan and Marcellus both shouted, their voices filled with excitement and enthusiasm. They were eager to see their new baby sister, and they were eager to interact with her and play with her.

Malleus's tone of voice instantly shifted to one of sternness and severity, as he spoke to his two kids. "Levan, Marcellus," he said firmly and resolutely, "Both of you should be sleeping now. What are you doing here still wide awake?"

The two boys looked up at their father, their eyes filled with innocence and pure joy. "We want to meet our younger sister!" they replied excitedly and cheerfully, repeating their previous statement.

"Come on kids, it's late. You can meet your baby sister in the morning. Let's go to bed now," Malleus said in a much kinder tone, as he gently pulled your two kids off the bed.

"Mama! Help!" Marcellus called to you as Malleus tried to pull both him and his brother off the bed. Malleus was attempting to get them into bed to make sure they get some sleep, but Marcellus was apparently trying to get away from his father and hide behind you.

"You really want to meet your sister that much?" Malleus asked his kids, who both nod their heads enthusiastically. "Yes! She's so adorable. We want to see her! Plus her horn is cute too!" Levan replied, with Marcellus nodding his head furiously.

"Don't you both already play with Malyssa this morning?" You asked both of your sons, to which they both nod their heads enthusiastically. "Yes, we did!" Levan said. "But we played with her only for a few minutes! That's not enough! We want to play with her some more!"

"My sons, you two played with her for hours," you said, trying to reason with Marcellus and Levan. They both looked a little guilty, as they realised that they had been trying to justify the fact that they want more time with their little sister. "I know, but…" Levan started to speak dejectedly.

"But if you two want to see your younger sister, mama will not prevent that if you only want to say goodnight. Wake up early and play with her, alright?" You promised them, and they both smile brightly at your words, clearly delighted with the compromise.

"We will. We promise," Levan said, as Marcellus nodded his head enthusiastically behind him, the both of them happy with the compromise. They both seemed content with the decision, and both promised to wake up early in the morning so they could spend more time with their newborn baby sister.

Levan and Marcellus both eagerly went closer in order to see their baby sister in your arms, their eyes filled with delight and excitement.

They both begun to poke her cheeks, to which the baby responded by giggling and laughing in an adorable way. Levan snuggled towards her tightly, burying his faces into her in order to smell her soft and baby scent.

"Aww, she smells so good," Levan said softly.

Marcellus suddenly spoke up, seeming a little jealous for his little sister's attention. "Brother, I want to snuggle with her too." Levan immediately looked a little annoyed, as he did not like to share his baby sister. He frowned and pushed Marcellus away, moving closer to the baby and snuggling her tighter to himself.

The two siblings immediately started to fight over the baby, as Marcellus tried to push his brother away in order to claim her for himself. Before the fight could escalate further, Malleus immediately separated the two boys, as he didn't want them to get into a full on brawl over their baby sister. Malleus gently lifted both Levan and Marcellus apart, as he tried to break up their fight.

"Boys, we don't solve our issues by fighting," Malleus said sternly.

"You both will get to spend time with your little sister tomorrow morning, okay? We'll all be happy with her. But tonight, let's just sleep so we can have a good rest."

"Plus mama and Malyssa are both mine," Malleus smirked at his sons, who both looked a bit disappointed by his statement.

"Aww, no fair!" Levan and Marcellus protested in unison, not liking the fact that their father is claiming their mother and younger sister all for himself.

"I'm the one who created you guys, so everything belongs to me," Malleus said teasingly, but with a hint of a menacing undertone in his voice that caught you off guard. His words made you flinch involuntarily, as you felt slightly uneasy with the way he said it. The two sons both seemed to treat their dad's comment as though it was nothing but a harmless joke, and they both laughed along with the banter.

"Yes," Levan giggled, "You are our papa, right?" Marcellus nodded his head eagerly, giggling as well, as he seemed to be having a good time as well.

You quickly caught a glimpse of your husband's expression, which was showing an uneasy and menacing side to his demeanor, as he continued to tease and banter with his two sons.

You had the feeling that he was getting too riled up by their banter, and that you needed to intervene before the situation became even more intense and unpleasant.

"Alright, that's enough. Both of you need to sleep now." You gently but firmly said. The two boys both looked a bit disappointed for a moment and they exchanged a disapproving glance, but they eventually gave in and nodded their heads, as they realized you were serious.

As you want to get off the bed to send your sons to their bedroom, Malleus quickly caught your wrist before you could move.

He did not make any hostile or violent movement, but his grip was firm and he didn't seem inclined to let you go, a slight edge in his tone as he spoke.

"I will send them to their room. You stay here, my darling wife," Malleus's tone of voice was still playful, but his grip on your wrists had become tighter, and there was a subtle but perceptible warning in his voice, as he told you to stay right there. Malleus's look was filled with love, as he softly kissed you on your lips, his lips lingering for just a bit longer than necessary.

"Making them sleep might take a while," he said, "so you need to be good and stay right here. I will be back soon and when I am, we can enjoy ourselves for the whole night."

Your mind was still spinning from the intense feeling of affectionate romance that his kiss, as both of your sons thankfully already exited the room before they could get their eyes stuck on this steamy romance.

Malleus quickly got off the bed and left the room, quickly turning off the light as he went to send your sons off to sleep. Now you and your baby are left alone in the bedroom, and you could see its dark shadows cast upon you both. It was a quiet and peaceful time, just the two of you together.

@d3sperate-enuf

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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these bones never rested while living; so how can they stand to languish in repose?

dreamling bodyguard AU??? - for @raven-star7

“i have an appointment,” death tells him, “with a man here. not much longer now. in the meantime—drink your drink, dream. you might like it.”

morpheus obliges and takes a long sip of his ale. the urge to spit it back out is immediate and visceral, but she is watching him drink intently, eyes sparkling; he refuses to add truth to her jest.

“when i return to the dreaming,” he leans in close to be heard, speaking into her ear, “my first order of business shall be to plant a new grape varietal in the palace vineyards and name it in your honor, my sister.”

death lets out a bright peal of laughter and nudges him with her shoulder. “was the ale really so vile?”

but before morpheus can respond, a gale of guffaws draws his attention to its source, a table in the corner of the bustling tavern. the man seated at the center of the commotion puts down his tankard and looks around at his companions, grinning genially.

“death,” the man says, with all the handsome confidence of someone proclaiming an incontrovertible fact, “is not going to come for me.”

morpheus raises an eyebrow at his sister. “surely that cannot be the one—”

she nods. “there’ll be a knife fight, just outside.”

“ah,” morpheus says. “that is an irony indeed.”

his name is robert gadling, and he dreams of immortality.

“—and in another hundred years,” he is saying now, “who knows what the world will be like? in two hundred? how much better it might be?”

“an’ i suppose you plan t’be around to find out, do you, eh, hobsie?” scoffs one of his friends—but the gleam of wonder is upon the fellow as he looks at gadling. the others, too, crowd closer to hear gadling’s answer, drawn as common moths to a candle flame.

“this man...” morpheus frowns. “who is he?”

a pause, during which morpheus very deliberately does not glance back at his sister, for he can feel her appraising look, and knows she will see into him, as is her way, and read rightly that this night has discomfited him. “you know who he is,” she says carefully, as though she would say more but chooses not to. “you know everyone.”

“when he sleeps,” morpheus says, “he dreams of finding love. of having a child, one day, who will inherit his eyes and his stubbornness. he dreams of impossible things, sister, that his friends cannot imagine or comprehend. things that will not come to pass for centuries yet. he dreams of living forever—”

death rests a hand between his shoulderblades. takes the tension from him with her touch and leaves a little of her warmth behind. “nothing can live forever, dream,” she tells him, gently, “and no one. i walk alongside them all, in the end.”

“is it truly his time to go to the sunless lands?” now morpheus does look at her. “he inspires others. there is some greater purpose to him. do you not see it?”

his sister tilts her head, and morpheus can almost hear her thinking. in her face is the wisdom and kindness of all the years this universe has known, and a little mischief too. “it is hob’s time to meet death,” she says at last. “but he could find his greater purpose somewhere else.”

“my sister,” morpheus says, “you vex me. you cannot mean what i think you imply.” back in the dreaming a wind picks up, brisk enough to match the coolness of his tone and the gathering thunder in his gaze. he rattles the palace windows and stirs the trees and tears leaves from the hedges in the gardens.

yet his sister, in the waking, refuses to be disturbed. simply waits until he settles, and accepts his sourness with equanimity. “you could use a bodyguard.”

“a bodyguard who lost his life in a knife fight?” morpheus purses his lips.

“everyone has their off days,” she says pointedly. “you might see a knife fight or two yourself yet, you keep swanning about in the world looking like that.”

nonplussed, morpheus looks down at his own clothes—at his dreamstone gleaming richly on its cord about his neck, and his long black robes. the customary dress he has favored recently, even at home amongst his subjects. “i do not need a medieval peasant for a minder in the waking world. in the dreaming, jessamy serves me perfectly well. he certainly does not belong in my realm.”

“doesn’t he?” his sister’s eyes are back to twinkling. “you said yourself he’s the consummate dreamer. wishing for implausible things.”

morpheus watches the man get up and walk out of the white horse tavern. his hangers-on return soon to their drinking, though their raucousness, their hopefulness, is a little dimmed in his absence. the sounds of a scuffle, shouts, thuds, drift in distantly from the alley outside. morpheus bows his head.

death touches morpheus’ elbow, and slips through the door easy as a shadow.

when she returns, it is with hob gadling cradled in her arms.

he is so pallid, and so soaked in blood, and all the verve and boastful pleasure of before are so thoroughly gone from his face that morpheus thinks him dead, at first. then he opens his eyes, and his features contort with agony, and morpheus feels the dream that is still fervent in him, like a second pulse that thrums in time with his thready heartbeat.

the dream that calls out to be saved.

“please,” hob whispers to death. “not you. not yet.”

“did i hear you say, earlier,” morpheus asks him, then, “that you had no intention of ever dying?”

hob stares up at him from the comfortable haven of death’s embrace. his wish to live gives a valiant beat of its wings. “yeah,” he says, “that’s right.” there is red at the corner of his mouth as he smiles.

“you are dying, now.” morpheus kneels beside him.

hob laughs; choked and pained, but a laugh nonetheless. “not if—not if i can help it, my friend.”

“well,” death says, “as it happens, you can.”

“robert gadling,” says morpheus, against all reason, “i offer you a choice.”

#the sandman #dreamling #bury me as it pleases you lover; at sea or deep within the catacomb #oh hellos supremacy tbhhhh #also yeah i have no idea what i am doing here #the title is cliche i Do Not Care the song is 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻#dreamling bodyguard au

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writerdream22 · 2 years

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requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: Dream of the Endless x goddess!reader, Hob Gadling x goddess!reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: none, except for the presence of a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Being betrothed to the Lord of Dreams himself wasn't an easy task, especially when you were a goddess that often had her own tasks to take care of.

In your 'past life', or so you liked to call it, people worshipped you and called you Athena. Even though wisdom was one of your virtues, you did some things that you now regretted; pride was one of your flaws after all, and you were working on smoothing out this imperfection.

Back when you wandered around Greece, you helped humankind and tried to aid them in the moment of need. As time went on, though, you noticed that less and less people asked for your help and you couldn't do anything but watch humanity start destroying itself.

One day, you dreamt of a better world. A world where you and all your brothers and sisters were still needed, where men were willing to listen to someone else's advice rather than act according to their own, individual needs.

And in a flowery field, which felt much too real to your liking, you saw him. Morpheus— the god of sleep.

You immediately recognized him thanks to the red ruby he wore around his neck; you'd met him once before, and you knew that he'd been married to one of your sisters, the muse Calliope, many centuries prior.

“Greetings, Athena”

“Greetings, Morpheus. Am I in the Dreaming?”

“Indeed, goddess of wisdom. And I've come to ask you what is the reason for your visit”

“Wow. I'm getting a special treatment, it seems”

“You are not answering my question”

“Well, if you must know... I ended up here. I did not intend to dream. I never did. It's the latest events that might have made my mind wander so far”

“I see.”

“I don't want to disturb you, Endless. I must wake up at once, for I have a few matters to take care of”

“On the contrary. It was an honour”

That is how your friendship started. You didn't dream often after that day, but when you did, Morpheus was there to keep away whichever Nightmare might have come your way.

As time went on, you decided to start roaming around the world, changing residence every few years so that no suspicions would rise regarding your inability to age. You lived in Turkey, Portugal, Spain, France, Morocco, Egypt, Italy, Germany and even Norway.

One day, in the 16th century, you found yourself walking through the streets of London. You were disguised as an ordinary woman, yet if another mystical being like you was to meet your eyes, they would have recognised the faint golden hue that was typical of the children of Zeus.

Somehow, you ended up in front of an inn, and after some hesitation you decided to walk in. You immediately felt the eyes of the few people inside burning into your back, as you asked for a pint of beer; your request was quickly denied, and your foolish pride brought you to begin arguing with the owner.

Just as things were about to escalate negatively, a dark-haired figure put himself between you and the man.

“My apologies, kind sir, but my little sister was just jesting”

“Yeah, keep that little thing away from stuff that isn't for her!”

“What? You filthy—”

“Now, my dear, let's sit at our table. I'm sorry, sir, she won't disturb you any longer. Right?”

“Right”

With that, the man led you away and invited you to sit in front of him at his table. Even though you didn't like talking to humans that much, he seemed interesting and deserving of your attention.

“You're not from here, aren't you?”

“No, I am not”

“Are you european?”

“I'm from Greece, yes. You were close, Mr.—”

“— Gadling. Hob Gadling. And you're— ”

“You can call me... Y/n, yes”

“I guess that it's not your real name”

“Indeed, it is not”

“You remind me of a friend. He must be here any minute now. I'll introduce him to you, if you want to wait for a little while”

“Yes, I can wait. I have all the time of the world, after all”

“You're funny”

“Thank you, Mr. Gadling”

While you waited for the man's mysterious friend, you started talking about even the stupidest of things. Thanks to him, you started thinking that humans weren't so boring, after all.

Suddenly, Hob's head turned towards the inn's door; you followed his gaze and you couldn't believe your eyes. It was him. Morpheus.

“Y/n, this is the friend I talked to you about.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, sir”

“Likewise”

The two of you acted like you didn't know each other, though you were dying to talk to the Lord of Dreams alone. It had been some time since you last saw him and, even though you couldn't really admit it, you'd missed him dearly.

When he was about to leave, he asked if he could escort you home and you gladly accepted, not before bidding Hob Gadling goodbye and thanking him for his help.

“I see why you took an interest in him. He's a nice man”

“Indeed, he is”

“Why didn't you visit?”

“I was... busy”

“Doing what?”

“I had to find a suitable gift”

“You don't give gifts that easily, Dream. Is it for a new lover of yours?”

“No, actually. It is for you, Athena”

“Come on, you're kidding me. This means that— oh. Oh ! I get it now”

And in that moment, while the Endless handed you a little box, you realised what he meant by his gesture. He wanted to court you, and you were left speechless.

What he'd gifted you was even more surprising: a hairpin, which had an owl engraved on it. He knew how much you loved that animal, it was one of your symbols after all, and he also knew that you didn't like pompous stuff.

“This is beautiful, Morpheus. I don't know how to repay you”

“You don't have to. I only ask of you to love me, and I'll be happy. That is, if you reciprocate my feelings. If you don't, I'm sorry for having made such a bold move”

“It's not. I mean... your feelings are reciprocated”

“Really? Because I thought that—”

“Even I, goddess of wisdom, think that you sometimes think too much, Lord of Dreams.”

Soon after, you and Morpheus became husband and wife. Time was relative for you, but you were willing to spend your immortal life with him just as he was willing to devote himself to loving you for eternity.

The next few hundred years, you spent staying both in the Dreaming and the Waking World; you preferred staying with Dream and Lucienne, if you were honest, but you couldn't just leave humanity like that. And your husband fully supported your choice.

When he was captured, you didn't know what to do; being his consort, you were the Queen of Dreams, and you were appointed to rule over the Dreaming in his place. Lucienne aided you whenever you needed help, and Jessamy was left to look for Morpheus alone.

When she didn't come back either, your hopes to find your husband started fading away.

You regretted missing your centennial meetup with Hob Gadling and leaving your "human self" behind, but you were determined not to leave what your decaying realm unattended.

After more than a hundred years, in 2022, you felt his energy in the Dreaming, and so did Lucienne. Therefore, the two of you ran to greet Morpheus.

“Lucienne. Athena”

“My lord, you're back”

“I— uhm, we missed you, Dream.”

Then, the three of you got past your realm's gate, and to see sadness in Morpheus's eyes made you want to return to your old, vengeful self.

Nonetheless, you were set on helping your husband bring back who'd escaped from the Dreaming and retrieve what was stolen from him.

And you knew very well that it wasn't going to be easy.

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brilyyy · 22 days

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Romance (Alastor x Angel Dust) 3/3

Hello there! 👋

Sorry for the delay, this truly took longer to write than I anticipated and then life happened. Hopefully this is worth the wait for you, I really enjoyed writing it! Again, I'm sorry Angel, its not my fault Alastor is deranged, ily.

Thanks for your interest in my fic, please enjoy!

Story warnings - disturbing imagery, horror

Softly, as if floating across his cheek on a cool summer breeze, “Anthony….” The voice drifted in and out, far away, “Anthony wake up…” it faded.

A forgotten dream pulled Angel from the nothingness he’d been bathed in, a woman he didn’t know giggling and chiding him for sleeping, just a bit more he thought, his body numb to any request for movement. The voice giggled in his mind again, Angel’s eyes cracked open ever so slightly. Who was that? A soft voice, pulling at him from somewhere deep in his memories. He could feel the air around him was cold and damp, but still, and it was dark now from what he could see. He didn’t know if he was alone, but he couldn’t feel his body either so what did it matter? Each breath was fought for and ragged, a strained exhale his only reprieve from the pain. Angel closed his eyes again, he was already so tired from keeping them open as long as he had… Even if there was someone there, he didn’t have the strength to go to them, or fight them off if they wanted to hurt him.

“Anthonyyyy, come on, we’re going to be late silly!” The voice pulled at him again. It was familiar, but he couldn’t place it… eyes closed he began to drift back to the black unconsciousness, it was warm there and he didn’t hurt. Just a little longer he thought as he began to drift back into the darkness, his choppy, pained breaths becoming further and further apart.

“ANTHONY!!” The voice screamed, and suddenly Angel knew exactly who it was, he’d always hated hearing her scream. Eyes snapping open he sat up as quickly as he could, his body aching, a sharp pain in his chest stabbing with every breath he took, head spinning from all of the abuse he’d endured. His eyes slipped in and out of focus, the dark only making it harder to see, the ringing in his ears dulled only by the pounding of his head. He sat up as best he could and looked around. Although he couldn’t see the creature that had chased him there, he knew it was still out there somewhere, but he needed to find her, that’s all he cared about now.

“M-Molly?” Angel croaked out weakly, he hadn’t said her name out loud in so many years, the word alone sent a flood of emotions rushing through his already scattered mind. He strained to hear a response. His eyes welled with tears, “MOLLY!!” He cried again, desperation in his scream, please, he thought, please let it be her, let this be real. Nothing, and then from behind him, “ANTHONY!!” Angel whipped around and stared at the figure at the edge of the willows cover, eyes straining to focus on the figure in the dark.

Angel squinted hard and suddenly gasped. It was her.

Molly was there, peering at him through the curtain of leaves eyes wide and glossy.

His breath caught in his throat.

She gasped softly as their eyes met, “It’s you!” She cheered, relief and joy flooding her face as she ran to him. Angel locked eyes with his sister, and for the moment he couldn’t breathe. Painfully he clambered to his feet and moved as quickly as he could to her, the aching fire shooting through his entire body be damned. He reached out for her expecting to touch nothing, for it all to be a sick illusion, but when her arms wrapped around his waist and held him tightly, he began to shake and sob, throwing his arms around her, eyes wide in bewilderment. “It’s really you!” She sobbed into his chest, her two sets of arms wrapped fully around Angel’s thin frame.

“Oh Anthony, I’ve been so scared! I thought something had happened to you! I couldn’t find you and -” Molly sobbed into his chest, her words muffled and hard to understand through her crying, but Angel was frozen. He could barely understand what was happening. It was her, she was here, in his arms. The thought was too much for him and his head spun, legs giving out he fell into her lithe frame, “Anthony!” Molly cried as they both fell to their knees, Angel’s head foggy, ears ringing. He couldn’t even process why or how she was here. She hugged Angel again while chattering about something and pulled away, now fussing over his cuts and scrapes but he couldn’t hear anything save for the ringing in his ears.

“Molly?” He looked at her and stared into her glossy pink eyes, afraid to breathe, “Is this real? Are you… Are you real?” His voice was like a whisper, raspy and emotional. If this was a dream he didn’t want to scare himself awake with the question.

She looked different than when he last saw her, obviously she didn’t look like a fluffy white spider before, but he knew it was her, he could feel it, they were twins after all. She’d always had the biggest, most expressive eyes, always able to find his real thoughts and feelings no matter how well he thought he’d hid them. She stared at him for a moment. Here in the forest, her doe like eyes were wide, searching his face, but then she smiled warmly and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her face and resting his palm to her cheek. Her eyes brimmed with tears, taking a shuddering breath, a tear dripped down her fuzzy cheek and she let out a small huff of a laugh, “Of course I’m real, don’t I feel real to you?” Angel felt her cheek, she was warm and soft, and here and real. She looked just as he remembered her, before she… Before he…

Another wave of emotion hit Angel and he gasped, his body shivered with remorse, tears rolled from his tired eyes down his stained and bloodied cheeks and he lunged at her, wrapping her fully in all six arms and pulling her tightly to him.

“I’m so sorry Molly! I never shoulda left you! I-I,” he gasped “I shoulda never let you go alone, I should *hic* I shoulda left with you or made you stay I-, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” He sobbed into her hair, body wracked with sorrow and guilt. Losing her had destroyed him, the sadness sending him into a downward spiral he would never recover from “I should have never let you go alone, It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry Molly.” He pressed his cheek hard against hers, holding her tight, desperate and unwilling to ever let her go again.

Molly’s eyes red with tears wrenched closed as she hugged Angel tighter and wept. “Oh Anthony, shhhh,” She cooed as she brushed through Angel’s hair with her fingers, rocking him back and forth while rubbing his back, “It wasn’t your fault,” She whispered as she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, “I’m here now, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

They held each other and sobbed underneath the cover of the willow in the darkness, neither one willing to be the first to let go.

After a long while, both of them caught their breath and their cries turned to sniffles, slowly releasing their tight hold on the other. Angel took a pair of Molly’s hands in his, he never thought he would see her again, not after she had died. Turning her hand over in his, Angel found the scar on her left thumb from when he had fallen out of a tree and she had cut herself catching him before he fell to the ground. He’d been horsing around and lost his balance, but she had been there and cut her hand against the sharp tree bark as she held onto him, crying only because she was scared for her brother. The memory was so clear, but he scowled, I’ve always let her down… He shook his head and swallowed hard as he stared at her hands in his, “What are you doing here? You shouldn’ be here.”

“Pfft, I don’ even know where here is!” Molly chirped.

“No, but you shouldn’ be where I am,” Angel laughed wryly “You should be in the good place, not here.”

Molly looked confused but just shrugged. “I was walkin home from the bar and cut through the woods. I ran into Richie, he was walkin me home… I don’t remember much after that, but after….” Molly trailed off, but Angel knew exactly what she was saying. He clenched his jaw, fist shaking in white knuckled rage, after Richie fuckin killed her. “I woke up and I was here. I’ve been lookin for you or someone, anyone,” She twisted her other pair of hands in her lap, picking at her fingers nervously and staring at the ground “I’ve been so lost and scared, and then there was this… thing….” She paused and Angel could feel her shaking through her hands. “You saw it?” He asked, Molly gasped and looked up at Angel “You saw it too? Oh Anthony it was awful! I’ve been running and trying to find my way out of here, but its so dark and nothing makes sense,” Angel pulled her into another fierce hug, she trembled in his arms but he held her tight. “It’s okay Molly, I’m never going to leave you again, okay?” I’m not going to be useless this time, he thought.

She pulled back and smiled sadly at him, wiping a tear from her eye, “Promise?”

Angel held her shoulders firmly with one set of hands and her face in his other “I promise Molly, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Molly beamed up at him through her tears, god it had been so long since he’d seen that smile. She always had the brightest smile, it never failed to cheer him up when he was down, and now it was like a salve on every wound he’d ever had. He studied her face and began to inspect the rest of her - she was just as ripped up and dirty as he was, though it looked like she had better luck keeping her face away from anything sharp, save for a single cut across her left cheek. He had no idea how she had gotten trapped down here but he was going to give his life if it meant getting her out of here. “Oh!” She gasped suddenly, “Here…” she turned around and dug through a bag that Angel just now noticed. After a moment she produced a water bottle, and unscrewing the top, handed it to Angel “Drink up, you look terrible.” He chuckled and grabbed the bottle “Thanks Molls, where would I be without you?”

“Pfft, here.” She waved a hand around her at the forest and cocked a smile at Angel. He smiled and laughed as she giggled, he’d missed this. Missed her. He stared at their hands and rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. She covered her hand on top of his and smiled warmly, she reached out and ruffled his hair and he feigned annoyance, he’d missed that too.

Angel took another drink from the bottle when he heard something. It was faint, barely audible, but over the ringing in his ears he swore that he’d heard something from the forest… music? Angel lowered the bottle and looked around, then looked at Molly. She was sitting still, wide eyes locked into the distance where Angel had heard the noise, “Did you hear that?” She whispered.

“You heard it too?” Angel strained to hear more, but it was too far away, he only caught a stray note here and there. The ringing in his ears made his head ache the more he strained to hear and he winced in pain. Molly nodded and stood up, eyes still locked on the tree line, “I’ve never heard it before….Maybe it’s someone who can help us!” She turned and looked at Angel, a hopeful cheer cutting through the dirt and exhaustion on her face. Angel stared at her for a minute then back at the place where the music was coming from. What if it was a trap? What if that creature was luring them out so that it could rip them apart? It had been right on top of him, screaming that it knew where he was, taunting that it could reach him at any time, the rancid cries ringing deafening in the air…

“What if that thing is still out there?” He shivered, not wanting to push their luck. He knew they couldn’t stay but he didn’t trust the music, he couldn’t risk losing her again. Molly stood for a long while staring into the woods, then turned to Angel and grabbed his hand, pulling lightly to get his attention. His eyes quickly met hers, he hadn’t noticed he was trembling until she grabbed the sides of his arms and gave them a small but firm squeeze. She smiled kindly at him and his heart skipped a beat.

“We gotta try, right Anthony?” She looked at her brother, eyes soft but hopeful, the same look she used to give him when they were kids. He was always a worrier when it came to Molly and now this? It was his job to protect her so he always erred on the side of caution when she was concerned, but she was usually right when it came to making decisions, and Angel knew they couldn’t stay there forever. Locking eyes with her he smiled back and braced himself to stand, legs shaking like a newborn. Taking as deep a breath as he could, Molly pulled him up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, snaking her arm around his waist to help support him. The stabbing pain in his chest worsened and he gasped, he was pretty sure he’d broken several ribs now, and at least two in different places were threateningly close to piercing his lungs, but he steadied himself against Molly’s small frame and resolved to ignore his body’s cries of anguish for as long as he could.

She looked at him with great concern, eyes searching his face again to see how she could help, but there was nothing she could do now and they both knew it. “Ready?” She chirped with genuine optimism, securing her bag over her free shoulder and smiling at him. Angel looked into her pink eyes and smiled back, his body was throbbing and even standing felt like torture, but as long as she was here, he would try, for her. “As I’ll ever be.”

Slowly they walked to the edge of the willow’s protection and Molly reached out with a free hand to part the curtain of leaves. She peaked out into the darkness and looked around. From what Angel could see it was pitch black, no longer the bright vaguely green sky, now just unnerving darkness surrounded them. It was dead silent, no chirping or hum of insects, no gentle coos of night time birds. Though it was unsettling, there was also no sign that the beast was still there, only gouges in the earth showing it had once been. Angel shivered at the memory of the creature, but resolved to be strong for her.

“I think we’re okay,” Molly spoke quietly, “but it’s so dark out…” her voice trailed off, she had always been afraid of the dark, and this was no normal dark. Angel squeezed her waist where he was holding for support and she turned to look at him. Smiling, he opened his mouth to speak, but the jazz drifting through the air caught both of their attention and he paused. It was still faint, but hearing it again renewed their resolve and Angel could feel Molly take a deep breath. Letting it out she turned to Angel with a small smile and nodded. Turning to the woods once more, she stepped out into the dark forest, Angel limping bravely by her side.

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The pair ambled through the darkness and reminisced for what seemed like hours over what felt like miles of endless, uncaring forest. At some point, over the rivers of twisted roots and slick rocks begging to catch their feet, the trees had begun to space out, now larger, more gnarled and sinister looking than before. Instead of the more tightly packed evergreens reaching far above, they now walked among larger gaps in thick towering trees, trunks twisting and reaching at strange angles, wide arms overhead, long finger-like branches fanning against the sky. Thick branches held up draping curtains of wide canopy, vines falling from the large overhead supports that held up the scattering lacework of leaves. If there was any moon out tonight, you would have seen its light dappled through the intricate patterns of foliage, but now, it only served as a beautiful background to the dolls scattered hanging amongst the branches, watching over the two as they stumbled through the brush.

Angel and Molly had been resting, braced against one of these trees for what felt like the hundredth time over the past few hours. The two had tripped over many twisted, vine like roots sprawled over the forest floor, the cover of heavy, bone chilling fog making them impossible to see and avoid. It was just as well, Angel had decided. Early in this new terrain he had tripped over a root and was sent tumbling to the ground, coughing violently as he fell. He had braced himself and caught his breath against the earth, but noticed a squirming, writhing tickle against his fingertips as he panted. Slowly opening his eyes, Angel had examined the fog and realized that underneath its smooth curls of drifting air, it looked like it was moving.

A deep sickness had run through Angel and with a defeated tear in his eye he blew a small puff of air to clear the fog from his hands. He had wept pitifully, tears streaming down his face in endless sorrow and defeat when he saw that the ground he was resting on was a rug of millions of wriggling worms, millipedes, spiders and other endless bugs, climbing and scrambling over one another in a hurried, writhing mess of knots across the forest floor, all moving hurriedly away from the direction they were going. He sobbed in horror at the realization and sensation, Molly grasping at him to try and calm his cries of distress, when a sharp chirping of birds cut through the stillness of the sky. The sharp cries of the birds sounded metallic and eerie, fake and louder than ever before like a warning. Molly had dragged him to his feet, away from the writhing floor and held him close, whispering soothing things into his hair to calm him. She had held his face in a pair of hands and held his hands in her other and managed to calm him down with some deep breathing, but the horror of that moment made them both check their shoes and pants before they set back out again.

He was now so disoriented from what was surely a concussion and the ringing in his ears was driving him more than a little insane. His body throbbed and ached so deeply, but they were making progress, the jazz was getting louder.

Several times through their hours long trek he had slipped and twice had managed to pull Molly down with him as he fell. The second time he hit the ground he fell into a violent coughing spell. As he hacked into his fist, Angel could tell that he was coughing up blood. Though it was dark, he could feel the sticky wetness on his hand as he coughed and shuddered. Quickly he wiped his hand off as best he could before his sister could see. Molly immediately had given him the water bottle again and rubbed his back, offering soothing words to calm him. Angel shivered with the sickness he felt running up through his stomach, it was long since empty, but now beginning to fill with his own blood and it was making him sick. He could taste the metallic richness at the back of his throat and from the corners of his mouth, the constant coughing and swallowing was making him more nauseous as time went on. The idea almost caused him to retch, but he had to keep it together, and settled for another weakening coughing fit.

“Anthony…. Look!” Molly stilled her soothing ministrations and whispered, her voice so small with disbelief. Angel looked up, panting and squinting through the dark trees he saw what she was looking at - a light coming from a small cabin. A log house nestled in a small alcove surrounded by trees, distant, but not very far from where they were. The roof was a little slanted and the logs forming the walls were dark with age, but the windows glowed with the promise of a fire and the jazz they had followed through the trees drifted warmly out of the window. Angel stared for a long moment then turned again to Molly, she had been putting on a brave face but he could tell how tired she was. She shivered in the cold air, and even if he was suspicious of the cabin, he knew she needed rest. He himself was in no condition to keep moving. He knew that it was only a matter of time before his injuries caught up with him, and he needed to make sure that she was at least safe before anything worse happened to him. At least here they would be safe from that thing, even if that house did give him the creeps. Still, everything, all of this felt off and scared him more than it brought comfort.

“Molly… I don’t know….” Angel started, but she cut him off “Come on Anthony, maybe they can help us! Besides, don’t you smell that?” She looked at him and then back to the cabin. Angel took as deep a breath as he could: food. He could smell food. Just the distant scent sent his mind reeling and his stomach growled deep and painfully, a cavern inside of him aching for something other than blood. He could feel his mouth watering at just the idea of eating, and he knew that if he felt this way, Molly felt it more, he had no idea how long she had been lost in the woods before he arrived or even how long he’d been here. Angel turned to his sister and looked deep into her pleading eyes, “Okay, we’ll check it out, but we leave if even one thing is weird, got it?” Molly smiled warmly at him and squeezed his hand, kissing his cheek, “got it!”

They managed down the slippery hill that the cabin was settled beneath, tucked between two towering trees at the end of a small clearing, set a bit away from the rest of the dense tree line. It was hard to see anything through the dark night and the dense fog, but Angel could see the light of a fire dancing through the windows. Like moths to a flame the pair stumbled closer, the jazz filling the air now, a gentle trumpet melody welcoming them, the smell of the food enticing them to push further. They crossed the small stream that ran near the front of the house, eyes glued to the refuge.

His eyes scanned the tree line surrounding them looking for the creature, but he couldn’t see anything, save for a nearby stump with an axe wedged into it. They passed near it as Molly quickly but cautiously pulled them to the porch that surrounded the perimeter of the house. He couldn’t see much of the axe, or what was left over on the ground behind the stump, but just the outline of something slumped against the black night sent a shiver down his spine. He turned back to the cabin and surrounding trees, scared to trust the warmth they sought.

“Almost there,” Molly whispered, she helped him up the small steps onto the porch and after helping Angel find purchase on a nearby post, moved quietly to the door. The smell of the food was so distracting, he was terrified but the smell invaded his mind with the promise of warmth and comfort, sending what little moisture his body had left to flood his mouth in hunger. Angel swallowed and looked around, weary of how relatively easy this had all been. He leaned against the outmost post of the porch sand cast tired eyes to the forest, knowing something was watching them from out in the darkness.

A gentle breeze floated through the wind chimes hanging from the aged wood frame above his head. The wind chimes sounded cheerful yet off somehow, sickeningly hollow, and when angel looked at it he saw why. They were made up of small… animals bones? ribs mostly, and some pieces of differing leg and arm bones, strung together on twisted sinewy thread. The top of the chime was what looked like a fox or a coyote skull, with strange symbols carved into it. What caught his attention though were the strings, they were the same wiry, smooth threads he’d seen securing other unsettling decor around the forest.

The strings he noted were different colors, a deep black, a black with highlights of brown, a bright orange, blonde… Angels stomach dropped and suddenly he felt nothing but deep dread and sickness. The fear made him instantly retch and shudder - this place wasn’t safe, they needed to leave.

The sound of Molly knocking on the door ripped him from his thoughts and he jumped, eyes locked on the door as they both held their breath waiting for a response. Angel’s heart was beating in his ears, straining to hear through the ringing and the soft lilt of the music in the still air. He held his breath, begging to hear nothing. A long moment passed, the pair exchanged a glance. Angel reached out to stop her but she knocked again, gentle yet firm, “h-Hellooo?…” Molly squeaked, barely able to contain the shaking in her voice.

Angel limped quietly to her side, grabbing her hand in comfort and fear. They waited for what felt like an eternity, expecting to hear the scuffs of footsteps or creaking floor boards or to hear anything at all, but there was nothing, just the muffled jazz and the stillness of the air. Molly looked back at Angel, hopeful and questioning, but Angels face read nothing but doubt and fear. He shook his head gently pleading, tears pooling in his eyes for her not to open the door. She met his eyes with a worried yet determined stare.

He whipped around and checked their backs, feeling the eyes of the forest crawling over him, sending a haunting shiver through his body. The forest remained black and unmoving, no life, no sound, save for the now mournful and sinisterly warm music ringing through the air from the nearby window. Angel panted and scanned again, his eye catching the stump from his periphery and - he stopped and snapped his entire head down - the axe was gone. His eyes rang in their sockets, hands deftly grabbing for Molly’s hand for comfort, unable to look away from the now clearly blood soaked stump, void of the axe he had seen before.

He turned to Molly to tell her they needed to go, but to his horror she was in the cabin, standing by the fire in the middle of the room, “Anthony come on!” She chided. “Molly no this place isn’t safe! We gotta go now!” Angel begged trying to be as quiet as possible, but she was already wandering in deeper towards the smell. Angel ambled to the doorway and peered in, “Molly!” He whispered sharply, but she was already poking around what looked to be the kitchen area at the back of the room.

He huffed. Angel looked over his shoulder again into the darkness behind him and cracking the door only wide enough to squeeze through, he slipped into the house, closing the door silently behind him. He pushed his body against the door and anxiously looked around, horrified to find it was warm and charming inside. The jazz came from a gramophone, set on top of a small desk by the window to his left, cracked only a bit to let some of the cool night air in. The desk had a few letters scattered lightly over the smooth, worn dark wood. A small clear glass vase with some small blue flowers sat next to a black and white photo of a beautiful woman in an ornate gold frame, a drawing of the blooms sketched lightly on the corner of a nearby envelope.

He stood pressed firmly to the door panting in fear, exploring the room with his eyes, straining for the threat he knew was hiding. He looked past the gramophone to find a large bookcase, filled and overflowing with books. Angel was in awe of just how many books there were, the wood of the shelves reaching to the top of the roof, bowing slightly under the weight of its many reads. The case was filled neatly with rich colors of spines, but for as many filled the shelf, there were still stacks of more littering the nearby floor. The volumes shared the floor spaces between the desk and the nearby leather chair with records and pressings of long since forgotten songs. A beautifully ornate red and blue rug with pops of bright emerald threads framed the space and gave it a warm and cozy feeling. It was clearly old but well taken care of, a bit faded and thread bare in some areas showing the habits of whoever lived here, a clear path between the books on the shelf, the desk, and the chair.

Angel wearily and hungrily looked at the chair, his body pleading and begging for rest. It looked plush and comfortable, a high back and over stuffed arms, a deep purple knit blanket draped lazily over the arms and low back, a small pillow pressed with wear against the chairs right corner. Angel swallowed, sitting there he knew would feel like a warm embrace, one that would hold onto him and pull him under. The chair sat comfortably between the book shelf and the fireplace along the same wall, angled so that the warmth and light of the fire illuminated the chair entirely but not so far from the book case that one couldn’t grab for the lifeline of a book to save them from the promise of a cozy fireside nap. The fire crackled and sputtered lazily, offering a warming glow that sent a shiver through angel’s frozen and broken body.

He pulled his eyes away from the spell of the fire and looked back to the promise of the chair. The piles of books sat on top and at the foot of a small side table. It was very petite, only space for a small lamp and an even smaller pile of books, the corners of which hung slightly over the edge of the table. There was also, he noticed, a small tea cup set a top a book, a pair of round gold framed reading glasses placed neatly beside the steaming cup and saucer. Angel squirmed in fear as his stomach clenched “Molly, maybe we should get out of here, what if they come back?” He was worried, no one was there now but it looked like they might be back soon.

“MMM! Oh Anthony look!” Angel looked over toward her voice and saw her standing at a large pot settled on top of a wood burning stove. There was a table between them where she had grabbed a ladle and holding the lid with one hand, she dipped the large spoon into the pot and took a sip of the steaming hot soup. She closed her eyes and let out a deep contented sigh, “You have to try this Anthony, it’s delicious!” Opening her eyes again she found Angel still standing at the front door, his arms both crossed and splayed out, holding himself tightly and bracing himself worriedly against the door. “Come on Molly, we can’t eat someone else’s food!” Angel pleaded, “besides, I think they’re gonna come back soon, we gotta get outta here, this place is beyond freakin me out,” but Molly scooped another ladle full of broth out and held it up for Angel to see.

“They’ll understand, I promise. Come on Anthony be reasonable, you need to eat somethin to gain back your strength!” She turned around and grabbed for a bowl from a nearby shelf. Turning back to the pot, she scooped a ladleful of broth into the bowl and held it out to Angel, “Come on, just a little, please….” She begged him with her eyes.

Was she seriously out of her mind? Absolutely not! There was no way they were just going to wander into this random persons house and then steal their food. What if they came back and got pissed and cut them up into pieces like he’d seen hanging from the trees? The rich scent of the soup caught his nose again and sent his stomach tumbling into a deep gnawing pull of hunger. Angel stared again at the chair, and looked around the room to see more quaint touches, pictures on the wall of an older woman and a young man who Angel figured was her son, framed pieces of art, scatterings of playful taxidermy… He glanced at the bookcase again to see framed photos scattered among the shelves, another small bundle of blue flowers set lightly a top of the leather chair.

He did admit that it was nice and warm in here, and it would be good to regain their strength… As long as it wasn’t that huge creature that lived here, chances are they could outrun whoever lived here if they turned out to be hostile. Well, Molly could. I’ll give her a head start, he let out a small huff of a laugh, might as well die with a warm belly he thought.

Slowly, Cautiously, Angel limped across the room past the fireplace and the chair towards the kitchen using the wall as a crutch. He glanced up wearily at the wall to see black and white photos of people other than the old woman and her, admittedly, very handsome son. There was another photo of the woman from the desk, though this time she was singing on a stage surrounded by a crowd of cheering men. A large portrait of the older woman set in an ornate wood frame nestled between two complimentary paintings of rabbits and foxes dancing in pastel play clothes. He walked further along and saw a couple of old victorian photos, a beautiful young woman with bright white hair and dark eyes, so pale she almost looked grey.

In one photo, she stared blankly into the camera while clutching a small white bundle, which Angel realized was a baby. Her face was soft with no expression, but she held the infant with care, gently but firmly for the camera to see. His eyes found another photo with the same woman, standing in the same beautiful gown. She now stood next to a handsome man in a black tuxedo, decorated with military badges and pins. He was seated, dressed in what Angel could tell were expensive clothes, with a top hat and bow tie. He had a large but meticulously maintained mustache and beard covering his face, no emotion showing on his handsome features. The woman stood beside him, barely resting her hand on his shoulder, her black eyes reflecting no light, her features statuesque. He shivered. Angel peered deeper into the photo and noticed that the mans eyes were closed. Confused, he looked back at the photo of the infant and realized the infants eyes were closed too. Confusion crossed his brow, but then he pulled away from the wall, his eyes welling up with tears - they were both dead.

“Hurry Angel, quit stalling” Molly called sharply. Lip trembling, Angel quickly turned from the wall and grabbed for the table, shuffling quickly to where Molly was standing and clasped her hand in his. He stared at their hands for a moment, fear soaking deeper and deeper into his bones, the need to run away twitching in his legs. He squeezed her hand and took a deep breath, just keep it together a little longer, he thought, do it for her, she needs you, Anthony.

He looked up from their hands and into Molly’s eyes, her kindness and patience reflected in her pink orbs. “Here,” She said gently, putting the bowl down in front of him on the table and gently brushing his hair with her free hand. He stared at the bowl, the steam rising and dancing for him, offering its savory aromas and causing his resolve to tremble. Swallowing guiltily he looked up at Molly, “I don’t know Molls, really… I-I think we should jus go, please….”

With a huff, Molly grabbed the ladle and scooped a fresh spoonful of soup from the pot. She turned to Angel and held the steaming ladle full of broth in front of his face, her lips pressed in a determined line.

Angel swallowed deeply while staring deeply into Molly’s eyes. The smell of the fresh broth pulled his eyes down and he stared into the spoon she was holding out to him. The rich brown broth looked just as delicious as it smelled, and he could feel his mouth flood in hunger. He looked up again at Molly, pleading with his eyes, but knowing that she was right and he needed something to replenish his broken body, he leaned in and took a long, slow sip from the spoon. The warmth of the broth slipped past his lips and invaded his entire body, warming and scorching his frozen core as the liquid poured down his throat. He could feel it dispersing its healing warmth, instantly curing his pains and awakening his body into deep, raging craving for more.

His eyes opened and he stared at Molly again, she smiled at him knowingly, “It’s really good right?” She grinned. Angel smiled sheepishly, good was an understatement, more like incredible. Maybe they could finish their soup and then leave in a hurry. As if reading his mind (or just hearing his stomach), Molly grabbed the bowl from the table and adding a fresh ladleful of soup, handed the bowl back over to Angel.

The young spider smiled weakly taking the bowl and looked warmly at Molly as she ladled more soup into a bowl of her own. The pull of hunger controlling his body now, he brought the bowl to his lips and let his eyes drift closed with comfort as he took another long slip. The meal felt like sunshine running through his body, reminding him of childhood, sitting at their small dinner table during cold winter nights and eating with his sister. The broth was delicious, rich and comforting with herbs and spices, his lips and mouth tingling with what he imagined was a pepper sauce. He tilted the bowl higher, draining the soup of its broth and only stopping when he felt an ingredient in the bowl bump against his lips.

His eyes drifting open in contentment, he lowered the bowl and sighed happily staring into the pottery in his hands. Having drunk so much of the liquid, he could now see the solids of the soup, some greens and onions, red pepper flakes, a potato, and…. Angel squinted. His eyes immediately shifted from innocent curiosity to cold horror, staring down blankly, body frozen. Mind broken, his hands forgot their task and Angel dropped his bowl, the glossy pottery shattering on the ground revealing the remaining contents of the soup - an ear, and two small toes. Angel stared at the floor, the ringing in his ears louder than the jazz filling the small space. He couldn’t breathe, the pounding of his heart ringing throughout his entire body.

“It was people,” the words slipped out of Angel’s mouth, barely audible, eyes unblinking in shock.��

Saying it out loud, no matter how silent sent him reeling. Hearing it caused his body to retch deeply, the realization of what he’d eaten forcing him to spew the contents of his already weakened stomach on the ground. He doubled over, throwing up what little was in him, his sickness renewed with each glimpse of the broken bowl on the floor, the ear dangerously close to his left foot. “Mol-MMolly!” he weakly called between waves of retching, reaching out weakly for support, pulling at the bottom of his now empty stomach to force bile and saliva out of his burning throat. “Molly!” he called weakly, bracing himself on the table, he looked up to where she had been by the cooking pot, but a new dread filled his emptied stomach when he found she was gone.

Eyes wide in terror, he spun frantically, searching around the room for any sign of his sister, but in the instant it took for him to realize she was gone, the room had changed from a quaint little cottage, warm with the welcoming glow of the fire to exactly what he had feared. The small room was now lit a murderous red, dark and almost black in places, only brighter because of the barely controlled fire raging against the wall. The fire was white hot and green - the crackling of the lime flames dancing off of the edges of hundreds of razor sharp weapons mounted to the wall that was once lined with memorabilia. Where had just been photos and artworks moments before, now housed knives, chisels and blades, scythes and straight razors covering any free space between knots and holes in the broken panels of wood. Each instrument of suffering was polished to a mirror like shine, placed carefully and in an order, obviously well cared for.

“MOLLY!” He cried out desperately, “WHERE ARE YOU??”

The jazz from the front of the room blared through the gramophone's bell, the sound breaking in places and becoming more distorted and off key as the record played.The books on the shelf were gone and replaced with jars filled with body parts floating in shades of pink or blue liquid, hands, hearts, and a few heads floating lifeless in the jars. The once siren lounge chair now sat ominously, the leather of the chair clearly patched together with different pieces of differing colors of leather… different sizes and shapes… Angels eyes drifted in horror to the fire place, eyes shaking, climbing to find a small bundle of legs, and another larger bundle of arms hanging from the ceiling with different herbs to dry.

Angel heaved in an open mouth sob, the once cozy lilt of the jazz now a raging upbeat tempo, squalling and crying out, trumpets and saxophones slicing through the mounting terror. The record player glowed with the same sickening green magic that the fire raged with, sending small sparks of fire drifting off into the air. They floated and danced on the distorted melodies around the room, alive with magic, charming despite the scene. He stared in awe and fear as one of the little fireflies buzzed up to his face, flying in an intricate spiral, and then landed on his cheek, singeing the hair on his face. He grabbed his cheek in pain and stared on in horror as the room filled with the lightning bugs, burning him with sharp pain as they lazily bumped into him.

Suddenly, a loud, metallic screech ripped through the wailing of the jazz, the piercing cut of the scream sliced through Angel and stoked the deep fear writhing inside of him. Every hair standing on end, Angel turned around and locked teary wide, insanity filled eyes with the terrible, smoldering red of the creature. The room had changed again, the roof of the small cabin now much taller than it had been, allowing the smaller, but still massive demon to take up almost the entire cabin, its upsettingly thin and long legs crouching brokenly. Its giant white buck skull dripped black sap as it ran razor sharp black claws against a grinding stone now placed in front of the fire place. Long high pitched screams over powered the cries of the piano chords from the record player, the Wendigo twisted its long, broken neck towards Angel, bright red pupils boring into him from blackened sockets, the screaming and trumpets rioting in the air between them.

Angel stared back trembling, screeches from the grinding stone echoing the ringing in his ears. Angel shook in defeat, whimpering in terror as he clutched his head with his hands. The strange birds. He knew they hadn’t sounded right, but now he knew the chirps and calls hadn’t been birds at all, it had been the grinding cry of knives and claws being sharpened all along. His knees gave out and he buckled into the table grabbing tight in fear, frozen in place, shaking and sobbing, eyes darting between the wall of blades and the creature, begging to find his sister.

w̸̙̗͝h̸͙͋ǎ̸̡̋t̴̮̥̍̋'̴͔̑͜ś̷͇͈͠ ̷̠̉͘t̴̬̗̃ḩ̵̱̄͝e̵͓͒͘ ̸̖̝̌m̸̹͋̈́ã̷̢̝t̴̨̠̒̇t̵̲̼̿ĕ̶̞͗r̶̼̔̃

the creatures voice was a layered and distorted guttural growl, shaking the inside of Angels head. All at once his hair stood on end, his body erupting into gooseflesh. He hadn’t heard it from his ears, he heard it from inside of him, inside of his mind. The concept made Angel grab his head and cry out in fear, screaming as he could hear the monster laughing in his mind. Reaching a clawed hand forward, the creature leaned toward Angel, neck stretching, head turning at broken angles. Lumbering over him, the creature twisted its head, bringing the tip of its bleached skull inches away from Angels and stared deeply into his eyes. Angel took a deep shuddering breath and turned to look up at what he knew was watching from the forest all along. Angel stared into the bright white skull of the haunted creature, eyes burning red radio dials, mouth dripping with dead blood and chuckling out loud and in his thoughts. He knew it was him, Angel’s body wracked with a sob, it had been him the whole time. His body trembled in fear, too scared to be angry as the Wendigo hovered above him, titanic and horrifying, crawling with maggots and death.

a̷̢̗͓͗̉̓r̴̳̩̀͋ę̴̬̟̝͛̃̄̃̅̇̎͘ ̴̛̛̙͖̆̋y̸̦̹̖̝̖̣͛̀̾̉o̴̗̠̖̲̽̄͂̊̅͗̌ͅͅư̸͖̳͍̞͇̲̗̇̏́͂̑̑ ̴̢̞̟͕̦͚͐̏̀̂̄͝ͅs̶͚͕͒͂̃͒̚ć̸͖̺̙͌ḁ̶̢̼́̈͐̓̅̚r̶̡̢̳̣̫̪̈́̀͆͒̽̓ę̴̽̽͌̆d̴̡͕̮̺̠̋̈́̀͘͝?̵̨͙͚͔̼͇̟̥̽̃̈́̐̚

A dark rolling laughter rang out from a radio suddenly appearing on the mantle at the same time as it rang out in his mind. The creature in front of him let out a screaming bellow, a shaking rancid cry of sorrow deep from its core ringing out in the small cabin, the beast cackling in his mind as it sharpened its claws against the grinding stone. The screeching, now obvious cries of the claws against stone, reverberated through his entire being, his eyes wide, tears stinging his cheeks as they streamed down his face, jazz joyfully wailing in the air. Angel’s mind was beginning to break, the pounding of his heart keeping time with the horrid jazz. He needed to find Molly, they needed to go before it was too late.

“MOLLY!!” He screamed, the Wendigo shifted and screamed too, mocking Angel and laughing louder in his mind. He cried out for her again, stepping back from the kitchen table, wrapping his arms around his body, bracing his head with his other hands, clamping his red eyes shut tight. The creature screamed in delight, his gravely laughter ringing inside of Angel’s head while the radio cackled violently through its static. Eyes desperate and tired, he searched the kitchen for anything that could help him find Molly. His head swam with all of the different sounds and exhaustion, his mind blank with shock and fear, but determined to find her.

He searched the kitchen, eyes finding a large jar nearby that hadn’t been there before. He wept as he saw it filled with hundreds of gold and silver rings. He stared brokenly at the jar, there were so many rings in it, it was almost full, wedding rings, so many people…. Shaking, he turned his head to the scene in front of him - where there had been nothing now there was a bloody cleaver and a human leg sitting on the table. Mind reeling with the discovery, the screams of the creature faded into the blaring of the jazz and static from the radio as he stared at the new setting before him, ears ringing loudly in his head, the audio of the room shaking his body. The leg had been cut into two pieces at the knee, a tattoo of a naked woman and a rose high on the thigh. There were scraps of carrot peel and onion ends, a few leafy stems, but Angel’s eyes drifted to a large blood spot in the middle of the cutting board. Angel gulped heavily and stared down at the cut of what he recognized as the leg calf. His eyes followed the limb and noticed the foot had been cut off at the ankle, and was no where to be seen Angel realized with a pitiful whimper.

“The foot is a wonderful ingredient for adding bold flavor without wasting prime cuts,” Alastor’s static voice cut through the terror and filled him with a new fear.

“Tons of cartilage and fat for flavor,” a slow thumping came from in front of Angel, not as earth shaking as before, but it still filled him with the same dread. The sharp thumping of footsteps came closer, but he was too shaken to look up.

“Some muscle, some marrow…” His cheerful tone drawled across the room and wrapped softly around the lively jazz. Angel’s eyes were locked on the blood stained cutting board, he shook in terror and rage, clenching his fists so tightly his hands began to bleed. Alastor’s foot steps stopped right in front of the table, and Angel glared down through tears in his eyes at how his boots were immaculate, perfectly shined to reflect the green fire’s raging glow.

Alastor lunged forward with a black clawed hand and grabbed Angel by the throat, squeezing his fingertips into his neck and pulling Angel’s face to meet his snarl, “LIKE A HAM HOCK.” He growled excitedly through a grin, static distorting his voice, strained and unhinged.

Angel was livid among other things.

Shaking with rage and terror, the pale spider mustered his strength and looked into the demon’s face with pure rage but let out a shaking breath in dread when he actually saw it. Alastor’s features had been distorted and exaggerated, his shark teeth enlarged and razor sharp, dripping with fresh blood. Eyes bright red with burning green dials for pupils, his antlers loomed dangerously, black and jagged. Each bone ended in a sharp point, twisting and contorting around each other, sharp and dripping with acid green magic that burned. The demons crown was adorned with jewels - strings of limbs and cloth dolls, a macabre decoration that only served to make the Radio Demon more terrifying.

His face however scared him the most - Angel could see bits of hay and dried grass peeking out between stitches on his face and neck, straw coming out from under his hair, a thread by his grin hanging loose. He looked like a doll, sewn together with bright acid green magic, coming undone, burlap skin hiding wriggling worms and beetles that squirmed beneath the surface. He could see the demons neck and limbs were longer and more twisted than normal, bent at impossible angles, Alastor’s body looming larger than usual.

Panicking in his grasp, Angel’s eyes scrambled to see that he was much larger than usual, now taking up the same space as the creature before, Alastor’s legs twisted in a looming crouch, hands turning into large bleeding black claws. The titanic Radio Demon rest his free hand on the table that had separated them, cracking and breaking the wood beneath his weight. His suit was sharper and more ripped, bloody and gushing a black ooze from his pockets and collar that made the air smell rancid with stale blood and rotted meat. Angel could see bugs crawling from underneath his suit, running between his lapels and into his breast pocket, an unflinching smile plastered sharply on his burlap face.

Alastor leaned in too close to Angel, the green glow of his eyes lighting the spiders features dramatically “So what did you think of my gumbo?” He grinned, manic laughter ringing from the radio and inside Angel's head. Alastor was holding the spider entirely in his razor sharp grasp, fingers like a cage of swords holding Angel back, cutting painfully into his flesh whenever the cackling demon tightened his grip “Delicious, don’t you think? I’ll give you the secret if you promise not to tell.”

Angel screwed his eyes shut and clenched his fists harder, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MOLLY??” Angel screamed, eyes set with determination, “GIVE HER BACK!”

Alastor fell into a tumbling cackle of deep, gut wrenching laughs at the spiders boldness. With a final squeeze, Alastor tossed Angel to the corner of the room, his body slamming into the kitchen shelves against the wall, before falling limply to the floor. Angel cried out in pain when he landed, a fallen knife slicing cleanly into his side. He winced and grabbed the handle, pulling the blade from his gut as he whimpered, weakly checking to see the extent of the damage as the room spun with magic. Alastors laugh rang throughout the cabin, the angry jazz and echoes of the creatures screams in the air suffocating him. Stitched together in a grotesque smile, long since dead blood now dripping from the cracks of his fangs, Alastor’s burning red eyes with piercing green glowing dials twisted with delight, “My dear, whatever do you mean?” The demon taunted, mirror sharp knives for fingers grasping for him, ripping cleanly through any flesh it encountered, a renewed roll of manic laughter flooding from the radio.

Angel winced as the claws sliced cleanly through him, clutching his side, Angel screwed his eyes shut and screamed as loud as he could, “GIVE HER BACK ALASTOR!” The demon turned its hideous head at a sickening angle with a large bone snapping crunch, “Who?” The demon jeered, eyes smiling, truly enjoying their game.

“Ohhhhhh,” Alastor taunted as he cocked his head in the opposite direction, another nauseating deep crack of bone, “Her?”

As he spoke, his eyes glowed brighter and the room immediately began to burn with his putrid green magic. Instantly, the ground between them fell away into a deep, fiery pit, a white hot inferno licking the edges of the sinkhole, the eerie red of the room giving way to violent purple and blue. The newly formed chasm radiated with the sickly green glow, the flames of Alastors magic sending fireflies swarming out of the pit in the earth and pelting Angel with singeing burns as they attacked him. Symbols and spells of Alastors magic in bright green and fiery white spewed from the fires, spinning around the room and popping at random, sending painful bursts of flies at Angel like little bombs. Inky black tendrils of shadow covered the walls, shaped like hoards of raging demons, all laughing and cheering, claws begging for bloodshed and violence - the shadow behind Alastor the biggest and most blood thirsty of all, jagged mouth dripping in anticipation.

“ANTHONY!!” Mollys screams rang through the cabin, Angel snapped up to see her clutching tightly to a threadbare rope, hanging from one of the colossal Radio Demon’s deadly antlers. Angels eyes widened somehow further in terror as he watched Molly twisting helplessly, fighting to grab a more secure hold on the rope, dangling like the other dolls that littered his branches of antlers. Her own eyes were screwed shut in fear, crying and begging for rescue. Angel sobbed as she screamed and whimpered, clawing for purchase while Alastor laughed, swinging her wildly around the room as he laughed, dangling her over the dancing fires of the abyss. The large demon cackled violently as he swung her around, Alastor now a magenta and acid blue titan looming over Angel as he stared helplessly at his sister.

Alastors burning eyes watched Angel’s face in delight, the spider desperate and frantic, scrambling weakly to try and find something to help his sister with, but there was nothing left in the room save for the four of them - Alastor, the twins and the chasm. The great demon shifted an eye over to Molly hanging from his antler and lifted a brow smiling wider, a terrible giggle coming from the static. Alastor reached up and held his dripping claws up to Molly, poking sharply at her side with his index finger and earning a pained squeak from the girl. Angel raged at the offense as Molly sobbed, swinging precariously from his antler, “STOP IT ALASTOR!!” Pupils shifting back to Angel, The Radio Demon splayed his fingers around Molly as she squirmed and dangled helplessly, the demon somehow smiling wider and more murderous. He flexed his clawed hands again and placed a razor sharp finger delicately against Molly’s rope.

“Oops!” Alastor quirked his shoulder with surprised delight, flexing his index and slicing the rope Molly gripped in a single swift motion. Eyes wide in terror, Molly grasped for anything and screamed, eyed locked with Angel’s, her slender frame plummeting towards the fire.

Angel’s heart stopped.

“MOLLY!!” He screamed as she fell, the shriek ripping what was left of his voice apart, the green flames of the chasm reaching up to break her fall.

Fueled by adrenaline, Angel ran to the edge of the pit and reached out for her, all 6 of his arms stretched wide, watching her fall, straining to get closer to her. Molly’s screams rang out in his head, louder than the jazz or the monster or even the ringing in his ears. He watched as she fell, bracing himself to grab her, he wouldn’t let her die again.

“ANTHONY!!” She screamed as she plummeted, her hands out stretched towards him, eyes wide in terror as she fell, she was so close… Angel reached up and out further, the tip of his boot hanging over the edge of the pit, brushing his fingertips against hers, he could just barely touch her… she was too far away….

“Not again,” Angel muttered, and throwing himself over the edge of the chasm, he grabbed a hold of her wrist, fully wrapping his hand around her and holding her tight.

He grabbed for her other hand as she fell but missed, causing him to hold on to her wrist tighter, only death could make him let go. He grabbed again for her as they fell, finally managing to secure her other two hands in his. Angel’s free hands grabbing for anything to anchor the pair to the cliff, anything to save them from the burning hell of Alastors magic. As they fell into the burning pit, Angel desperately grasped for anything, fingers finally managing to catch onto a crag in the side of the chasm, the sudden jolt of their abrupt stop jostling the twins, the pair clinging tighter as they settled.

Using all of his remaining strength and the three arms that weren’t wrapped around his twin, he held them securely over the pit, the rocky cliff cutting into his fingers and hands. Angel panted in panic and looked deep into Mollys eyes, the green fire raging in his sight behind her, “Don’t look down Molls, jus focus on me okay?” He yelled over the screaming of the Wendigo, the soul wrenching screeches steeping them both with dread.

“Anthony,” Molly whimpered pitifully, her eyes flooded with tears. The young spider sobbed in fear, wrapping tightly around her brother she trembled, knees clenched around his leg. Angel was quickly loosing his hold on the side of the cliff, the rocks so sharp that they threatened to slice his hands in two, but he wouldn’t let Molly down, not again.

“Hold on tight to me Molly! Don’ let go!” He yelled, voice raspy and hoarse, fear emphasizing his words. Looking up they weren’t too far from the opening, but with his strength already failing, he feared they wouldn’t make it. Mustering everything in him, Angel turned fully to the rocky side of the pit and slowly began to pull them up to the edge. Hand over hand he pulled them up, straining as he climbed, hands bloody and raw, cuts filling with gravel. Sweat dripping from his pallid face, he could hear Molly cry out in pain as the fire crackled higher against her hip. The rancid violin screams rang out hollow and louder above them, the cackling radio and angry trumpet filling the air, laughing in pure joy at their torment.

Anger surged through Angel, fuck his pain, he wouldn’t listen to her screams anymore, he needed her safe. Pulling harder, Angel climbed up the cliff and finally reached a bloody hand up and over the edge of the pit, grabbing firmly to the broken floorboards that signaled their salvation. Pulling with all of his strength, Angel threw an elbow over the lip of the abyss and pulling himself up, reached to find another anchor point with his other damaged hands. His fingers splayed for a hole in the floor, anything to help him pull the two of them up when the board supporting him snapped. Angel gasped, panicked eyes wide he scrambled to find anything else to hold onto as Molly and the Wendigo screamed, the pair slipping back down into the fire. The Radio Demons cries of laughter rang out renewed, louder than before, splinters littering Angels broken hands as they begged for purchase.

“FUCK!” Angel screamed, a bloody hand finally grabbing ahold of a wide crack in the wood inches from the edge, stabbing a broken splinter deep into his fingertip as he held tight. He trembled and panted weakly, pulling them up again, begging his adrenaline rush to get them to safety. With both elbows above the ridge again, he braced against the floor and clenched his torso, pulling himself back over the edge of the hole. He swung a leg over the lip and onto the splintered wood, scrambling to pull the rest of his body up while keeping a firm hold of Molly. Dangling over the acid green flames, she curled into herself away from the fire, sobbing weakly in fear as Angel pulled her up, her small hands reaching up to grab the edge of the chasm.

Straining against his own fatigue, Angel dug his heels into the cracks in the floorboards, pulling Molly over the side of the pit, her eyes bursting with tears. “Come on Molly, its okay,” Angel reached out a hand smiling, the screaming of the Wendigo refreshed in the air, “Jus’ look at me, jus’ focus on me.” Molly stared deeply into his eyes as Alastors howls of manic laughter rang loud through the room, vibrating the air in their lungs and sending the fire of the chasm high into the air. Molly screamed out in pain as the green flames raced up her body, her arms and upper torso the only parts of her above the fires grasp.

“MOLLY!!” Angel cried, straining hard against her wrists, begging to bring her to safety. Somehow through the distorted bellows of the creature and the mocking jazz in the air, Angel heard the sound of fabric sheering and ripping as he pulled. He stared into his sisters face as it contorted from fear into absolute confusion and panic, her screams shrill and pained. His own brow furrowed in confusion as he pulled her towards him, much lighter after the sound of the ripping had cut through the air. The colossus Alastor loomed large over head, mouth and eyes wide in twisted delight, fangs dripping rancid black blood, his disfigured arms caging them in. Abnormally large eyes wide, acid green dials lit the pair from the demons insane gaze, his cackling unhinged through the radio waves and Angels mind as a ring of shadow demons cackled and jeered in delight.

Molly’s screams rang out in the tiny cabin and shook Angel to his core, ripping him back into reality from the daze he had been in since hearing the sound.

He scrambled towards her, pulling her to him as she screamed out in agony, his confusion and fear causing bile to pool at the back of his throat, blood running cold as he forced himself to her side. “MOLLY WHAT IS IT? TELL ME Wha-“ He stopped when he noticed the reason for her cries, she had no legs. She screamed out again, “ANTHONY!! OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!” “She thrashed and shrieked, her brothers eyes locked on where her legs would be as he held her.

“IT BURNS!! OH GOD ANTHONY PLEASE!!” Angels mind went blank, fireflies singeing his face and arms, eyes locked on the hem of her shirt and the void beneath it “IT BURNS!!” Molly screamed.

Angel pulled her into his arms, hands shaking he secured her in his lap as she sobbed in agony. “Molly let me see…” Angel managed to say, words detached and hollow, a trembling hand reaching towards the edge of her shirt near her waist. He swallowed hard, the noise of the cabin all blending together and failing against the ringing in his ears, the pounding of his heart throbbing through his frame. “ANTHONY PLEASE!!” She sobbed again as he gingerly grabbed the singed hem of her shirt and pulling up slightly, exposed the burnt ends of hay and dried grass sticking out from under her shirt.

Angel stared at the sticks and reeds, unable to blink or breathe. His eyes mutely wandered to Molly’s beautiful face distorted in terror and agony, arms flailing in fear, begging and sobbing for the pain to stop. His eyes stung with tears, as her screams cut through the fog that had covered his mind and the cacophony of torment and horror came flooding in again, reigniting his dread. His body moved on its own, the need to comfort her the only way he could react. Weakly he reached up to brush Molly’s matted and dirty hair, voice trembling as he tried to sooth her. “Its…i-it’s gonna be ok-kay Molly… I’m…”

H̴̝̩̫͉̀̏̄̂ơ̸̢̼̞͗w̵̥̫̦̆͘ ̴̝̣̉w̷̝̱̃i̸̬̙̰̓̉̋͛l̴͇̈́l̶͚̯̦̈́̾̅͗͠ ̵̼̀̽̄̐y̶̼̏͛̚͠o̵̪̙̣̣̫̍͗ṵ̶̥̭̪̋́͜ ̵̿̃͝ͅf̶̛̪͖̣̀̕ĭ̸̪̰̀̋x̴͈̏͂̀ ̸͔͔̬̞̀̾t̸̘̍h̷̳̜̩̳̾́i̸͇̣̒̓s̶̻̭̪̐̊

“I’m gonna make it okay…”

Ḫ̶̛̛̘͕̘̞͉͚̀̍̅͛͑̿́̑̇̋̉Ơ̷͇̖̮̲̲̣̣͙͙̱̞̙̅W̴̜̻̜͗͗̋̅̒̕͝ ̵̧̤̰̜̩̫̱̯͚̹̼͓̍͌͛̕͜ͅẄ̸̨̛͔̟̘̮͉̮͓̻́́̾́̀͆́͛̏̋̽̈́̽̏̎͜I̶̢̛͉̊̿̂̽ͅḶ̷̛̜̠͔̞̦̠̫͓͛̀̂̃͛̌͆̒́̎̕L̸̨̦̱̠̜͎͇̭̦̗̭͈͔̭͈̈́͋͘ ̴̛̛̼͇̄̿͗͑͗́̚͝Y̶̻͆͛̓̒̈́͗̽͒̔͆͋̓̕͘̚͠͝O̴̺͖̼͖̣̙̤̲̱̍͌͐U̷̝̯̬̓̔̓̔͘ ̴͓̺̣̲̹͆F̴̧̫̠͔̜͙̖͍͍̼̞̭̓̉͌̋͂̏̎̈́̈́̕͠͠͝I̴̧̢͕̹͎̺̲͙̰̤̭̱̿͋͑͗̄͐͒͒̋̅̊̚͝X̵̺̣̣͔͔͙̹͊͘ ̸̬̳̰̝̭̦̹͕̣̺̅̎̂̅͂́͜͝ͅṪ̸̡̤͓͚́̓̄̉͗̚̚͝Ḩ̴̹̮̤̝̭͉̹͎̠̱͓̻͑̔͛̑͋͑̉̇̄̉͝Į̶̧͍̜̰̮̦̙̠̺̰̻̪̦̳̯͂̀̈́͋͝͝ͅS̴̛͎̠͎̐́̆̿̓͆̀͛̀̉̈̕͝͝?

“I CAN FEEL IT BURNING MY SOUL!! ITS BURNING MY SOUL!! ANTHONY PLEASE HELP ME!!” Angel whimpered and muttered hollow reassurances rocking them back and forth, eyes still staring at the hay coming out of her ribs, too scared to admit the truth to himself, afraid to look deeply at his sisters features.

“MAKE IT STOP!! PLEASE HELP ME!! IT’S BURNING MY SOUL ANTHONY, PLEASE!!” Her hands pulled at his sweater, begging him to end her suffering. Angel let out a choked sob, deep anguish contorting his face, he held her close and threw his head back letting out a rage fueled cry of agony. He screamed until he had no breath left in him and slumped sobbing against Molly’s now smaller frame, her shrieks of pain muffled as he buried his face into her neck. He grabbed her close and screamed again with her. The Wendigos voice called out in Angels mind.

w̵͙̰͇͎̄́̄́͌h̸͇̜̻̤̀̿y̴̫̗͕͌̏̓̒͠ ̸̜͎̀͊͆̚͝w̶̧̟̦̓̓̊̾ͅǫ̶̡̘̙̇ň̶̨͚͝'̸̰̊̓ť̷̺͂̎̽ ̸̡͂̄́̌y̷̱͆̒͝ò̵̬̬͚̼̒͂͐͜ů̷̱ ̴̪͔̳͖̿͂̇̈́ͅļ̴̜͆ȏ̸̡̱̟̭ǒ̴̖̙̥͋͠k̵̼̗̱̰̓̈̄ ̶͈̳̦͍́̈́á̵͙̘͎̺̘t̴͉͝ ̶̘̯͙̼͛̿́̾͝h̵͕͔͙͕̄́ȅ̸̫͈̟̙̯ŗ̶͎̠̗̀̏̓?̶͙̺̘̳̀

“SHUT UP!!” Angel screamed, clenching his eyes tight, Molly shrieking for death in his ear.

Ļ̷̢̨̢͈̯̦͍̗͕̝͙͂̒͛̉̓̔̓̑̌̀̋̀̆̌̅̿̏̓̂͊͛͝Ö̷̢̻̭̟̳̖̹̱̟͆̽̾͋͐̀̊͗́͌͊͜͜Ȯ̴̢̧̤̺̰͕͓͙͛̊̀̓͑̈́͛͘ͅͅK̷͉̪͚̲̰̟̗̀͊͐̇͂́̂̏̄̎̌̄́̚͝ ̵̧̦̬͎͔̰̙̓̽̓̊̃̓͒̓́͆̓̇͑̚̕͝͝Ä̸̢̡͓̳́͋̎́̌̈̈́̿̎͠T̷̨͚̯̜̫̀̒̎͑͊͊̑͊ ̶͉͎̫̣̱̬̈́͋͂̿̄̋̿̏͊̀̉̂̓̽͐̀̂̚͠H̸̛͇̎͂̾͐͐̓̈̄̆̀͋Ë̷̤̺͕̪͈͖̘͉̙̭̱́̔̃̐̇̎̾̔̽͊̕͜͠͝ͅͅȐ̵̨̛̞̩̲̣̻͙̻̳̬̖̪͍͛́̾͌͂͛̈̔

The voice commanded loudly in Angels mind and reverberated throughout his body startling him, causing him to open his eyes with a sob, tears running down his chapped and raw cheeks. He screwed his eyes closed again and biting his trembling lip, turned his face towards his screaming sister and opened his eyes slowly.

Teary red eyes looked down into her horror and pain filled face, acid green stitches lining her features and holding together the seems of her skin. Angel shook his head in defeat and sorrow as he noted the singed burlap of her cheek, her arms and neck seems bursting with reeds and dried grass. “No…” he whimpered, Molly screaming out in agony, “ITS BURNING MY SOUL ANTHONY!! PLEASE!! MAKE IT STOP BURNING!!” An arm seem ripped fully and her arm slumped to the ground, landing brokenly on the floorboards with a small thud. She writhed in pain, hay splaying on the nearby ground as Alastors manic laugher blared from the static of the radio.

w̸͔̩͍̹͇̣̻͑̎̐͂h̷̨͉͈̯̯̝̲̩̄̊͜y̴̢͔͈̥̪̤̜̑͆̄͊͆̃͒̚̕͜ ̸̬̹͚̟̓̂̚ͅẁ̵̺̭͎͎͖̱͆̈́ò̵͈͓̯̱̯͂̊̈͜n̶̲̖̗̩̪̘̜͌͒̈́̍͛́͊̆̈̚'̷̛̻̺̟͓̺̘̩̮́̒͂̓̓̊͑͜t̴̛̺̙̹̗̃̌̏̓̅̓ ̸͓̩̾y̵̧͓̺̲͕̺͍͚̲̅̊̂̋̅̿́̇̏o̸̰̞͙̐̋̓̊͂̕͠ȕ̷̺̯͔͈̦̯̑̃͊́͊͝ ̴͎̘͔̯̰̪͔̝̆͘h̵̢̼̭̺̪̜̤̋̿̐͜ę̶̡̞̪̟̟͍̣͕̘͗̀l̷̡̥̱̟̳̇̏͜p̸̲͎̘̰͎͖̥̳̱̽ ̸͈̪̜̘̭̲̭̻͑̾̌͌͐̂h̵̨̡͍̰̲͍̪͇̆̈̋͋ế̵̡͈̬̜͙̮̼͚̼̯̇̿͒̽͝͠ŗ̸̠̠̩̥͌̽͝?̴̛̳͍̯͈̤̞̲̒

Angel shook as she begged for death, shrieking cries begging for him to stop the fire from burning, that she could feel the fire burning her soul away. Angel sobbed and sobbed, clutching Molly’s body to his chest, her cries of pain muffled only when he buried his face in her hair and screamed himself. The jazz wailed along with Alastors roaring laughter, the static of the radio buzzing with the ringing of his ears. The Wendigos hollow pulling screeches served as a background to Molly’s own cries of anguish. The noise was too much, it was all too much. He clutched his screaming twin closer and sobbed harder.

“Anthony please….” She whimpered, a sharp gasp and cry of pain renewed as her body fell into further decay, the tear on her wrist ripping further, seems in her face popping, dried grass peeking through her hair and eyelashes, “Please Anthony kill me,” She sobbed, “I can feel it burnin me away from inside of me, Please… kill me please….” she begged, crying like when she was 6 and had broken her arm falling off of the countertop. She was so small then… She gasped loudly in pain and cried looking into his eyes. Angel looked down at his sister with tears spilling through his lashes, her stitched mouth contorted and twisted in pain “PLEASE ANTHONY!” she convulsed in pain and begged, truly, deeply, begged for him to kill her.

W̶̛̙͈̝̰̜͚̳̫̻̟͈̦̏̒̾͒͋̊͌͒̇̾̕H̸͕͙́͌͋͜Ỳ̷̧͈̜̬̩͕͈̙͉͇̊̊̄͌ͅ ̵̧̡̨̹̦͙̠͊̃̆̊̈́͐̓͛͗̋̕ͅW̸͉̟͖̗̦͔̉̄̊̾͑̊̍̃O̴̡̦̯̦̹̱̥̮̺̙͙͙͂͠N̴̯̫͔͚̻̑̽̈̓̆̀̈̋̊͜͠T̶̢͈̀̈́͛́̀̈́̚͠ ̴̛̤͈̦̠͎̬̭͓̂͗̃̓́̇̈́̈́͋͜Y̶̧̢̛͈̟̻̜͗̊͑̀̄̈͌̆̅̍́Ȏ̸͓̗̳̲̆̈̔̋̇͛͠ͅU̷̡̮̺͓̞̱̳̺̖̹̣͐͗̾̈́̑̀̐̇̅͒̄ͅͅ ̵̢̞͕̮̩̗̤͗Ḧ̴͍̳́̀̀̎̃̕͠È̶̫̲͎̉̽̚Ļ̸̢̛̼͇̟͉̭̯̟͎̱̭̹͛̈́́̌̇́̈̋̈͛̾̚P̴̧̱̱̤͓͇̲͑̍̇͑͠ ̷̲̗̳͚͔͖͎̯̗̲͎͓̣̍̽̈́́̌̃̈́̔͗̐Ḧ̴͔̗̋̂̅̇́̉̃͛̕͠Ë̶̗͔͍̪̜̙̘̲̫́̎̓͊̏͛̈̅R̸͖̜̪͚͇̰̮̥͒́͌̿̅̍͜?̶̢̭̘̺̲̗̗̾͑̒͜

“STOP IT!!” Angel screamed, Molly screaming anew. “STOP! Just… Stop it- I…” Angel’s body wracked with sorrow.

He pressed his forehead to hers, tears streaming down his face and squeezed his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not her, not again.

Angel let out a choking sob against Molly’s hair as he tucked her under his chin, not again. The beasts screaming echoed deep throughout Angel’s body, Molly’s cries of pain somehow louder. The ringing of his ears, the static laden laugher still screaming from the gramophone.

“What’s the matter Angel?” Alastors silky voice asked in his ear as the spider sobbed.

Angel rocked back and forth with his burlap and hay sister in his arms, her cries of agony cutting through the torment of the creature and the jazz. His tired and burning red eyes burst with tears, digging channels in his chapped and matted cheeks, pain coursing through his entire body. His ragged and pained gasps for air between sobs chipping further away at him, sanity long gone at this point, the horror of losing his beloved sister staring him in the face again, taunting him.

A̴̢̬̫̤̮̗̙͉̬̐̃͗͐ͅṘ̷̯͋̊̏̈́͑͆̎̋͝É̶̛̥̥̭̥̜̙͎̦̭͔͗̽̓ ̶̲̹̖̓͂͌̈́̌͋́͑̓͜Y̴͚̗̼̘̰̬̏́͌̿̔̄͌͘͘Ȍ̸̢̯̥̟̲̗̈̓͋̂̾Ụ̵̦̹̣̹̱͔̞́̀ ̷̼̄̉̉̍͌͐̈͘͝S̷͕̼̜̙̮̃̋̽̋̾̈͠͠Ç̵̪̙̜̞̫̠̯̊͆̎͜͠͝Ḁ̵̡̮̭̪̼̌͜͝Ṙ̵̨̝̘̻͖͇͔̆͊̆͊̽̓̋͜E̶͉͕͙̘̟͕̭͒͑̆͝ͅͅD̸̢̼̰̗̟͍̗̈́̑͗͜?̴̯͉̻̂̏͑̋̅̌̉͘͜

The question booms out in Angels head, sending shockwaves through his body and causing him to cling tighter to Molly, her shrieks of pain loud in his ear. Yes, he whimpered helplessly, he was terrified. He was so close to loosing her again he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except cling to her.

W̵̧̥̹͎̖͌̎̌̍́̀́̌̆̽̈́̑̔̕̚Ĥ̶̢̧͙̮̻̯̭͎͕͇̣͓͉̱̋̒͊͜͠͝͝ͅÂ̶͖̣̰͓͖̔͑̔̀͐̆́̀̚͘̕͜͝͝T̴̛̛͈̮̮̲̪͎͓́̆͌͊̄̔͘̕͜ͅͅ ̸̲͐̂̈́́͂̍̇͝Ẃ̵̜̝̺͛͊͋͒̆̽͗̃͘͘̚͠Ȉ̷̩͕͙͕̦̪͙͚̟̫̻̙͖͍̋̊́͒̾̉͜L̵̢̟̩̾̿ͅL̶̨̨̝͈̤͙̺̯̗̳̪͖̑͒͗́̿̄̋̓̀̔̉̑͘͝ ̶͔̰̣͓̩̥̙͙̩̺̠́̓̿̽͊̋̃͛̀͐̎́͌͜Y̸̮͎͍̥̮̻͉͆̿͂̾̋̊͛͊̔̄̉́͘̚̚͘ͅO̸̡̖̱̗͎̬̙̼̗̒̈́͋̇͆̉̀̆̊̍͘̚͜Ư̶̩̦̺͖̲̽͗͌̏̔̀̀̿̃̀͂́̚̕͝ ̵̳̳̜́̈́̓͊̈́͂͂̇̃̈͗́̎͂̊͂D̵̘̤̼̙͓̼̼̑̅Ǫ̶̻͍̽̌͐̑̓͛̆̚͠?̴̘̹̳̻̰̝̗̻͖̉̐̑ͅͅ

To save Molly? Anything, he thought instantly. He would do anything to stop her pain and see her smile again, anything to hear her laugh and end her tormented cries. He would give anything, do anything to end this, to stop hearing her terror filled and anguished cries of pain. As it was, her screams would haunt him for the rest of his life, her screams were etched deeply forever in Angels mind. What remained of Molly’s body twitched and writhed in pain in his arms, “ANTHONY PLEASE!! ITS BURNING AWAY MY SOUL!! KILL ME PLEASE!!”

“Anything?” Alastor crooned, his cognac smooth tone a gentle kiss. The demon wrapped his standard solid frame around Angel, the back of his hand gently brushing against his cheek, the other wrapped around Angel’s shoulder under his arm, fingers toying lightly at the exposed skin of his shoulder through the rips of his sweater. Angel didn’t even react as the buck pressed his chest firmly to Angel’s back, too broken and traumatized, only able to focus on Molly’s screams, “ANTHONY PLEASE!! OH GOD ITS BURNING!!”

Angel gasped and turned his head into his own chest, jaw and eyes clenched in a body wracking sob. “MAKE IT STOP!” He yelled out, Molly and the Wendigo screaming, the jazz violent and wild in the swirling green magic that surrounded them, popping and burning against the fabric and flesh. Alastor leans in closer, nuzzling the spiders cheek, pressing his lips to Angel’s bloody temple, “Say it,” The Radio Demon lowered his eyes and caressed the spiders wet cheek, his free hand slowly wandering up Angel’s chest towards his throat.

Angel’s body was numb with pain and grief. His mind was blank, he could barely breathe. The screams, the ringing of his ears and Molly’s shrieking cries of pain echoed in his bones, her body twitching and screaming to die, the hollow call of the creature and the laughter of the shadows of demons blaring through the static of the radio. Angel stared defeated and broken into the eyes of his sister, her red eyes bursting with new tears with each wail of agony.

“I’ll do anything….” He rasped out, broken and hollow, “Just help her…. Make her stop hurting…” He curled into himself, eyes clenched, tears streaming through the cracks, his body rocking slowly as he sobbed, Molly screaming in his broken arms. “Make her stop…” he gasped weakly “M-make her stop….Make her stop…. ” He rocked back and forth sobbing, Alastor rest his cheek against Angels temple, a lecherous smirk plastered wide on his face, clawed fingers gently brushing through his hair, his free hand delicately clasped around his throat as the screams of the Wendigo suffocated the air.

In an instant Angels eyes snapped open, locked on the demon standing feet before him in the doorway. Alastor was standing still before him, staff in hand, arms folded behind his back, a syrupy wicked smirk on his face. Angel exhaled and looked down. He’s shirtless, no cuts on his hands, no bruises or scrapes or Molly in his arms. He’s fine, standing a few steps into a medium sized bedroom, a small fire crackling warmly to his right, a bed covered in purple velvet linens to his left.

Angel stared at the demon, panting, eyes wide in confusion, what the fuck…. What was happening…. It had all been so real, her screams still ringing in his ears… Other than some other random pieces of furniture, and some paintings, there was nothing out of the ordinary about where he was now, it was just a bedroom at the hotel not so different from Angel’s own further up the hall. Angels eyes darted around the room as he panted in confusion, this didn’t make any sense, what…. What the fuck had just happened…. His mind raced with fear and chaos, it felt so real, he looked down at his hands, they had just been soaked in her blood, he had just been holding her, sobbing as Molly begged for him to kill her… and now, they were clean, no cuts, no scrapes, no stabbing pain when he took a breath or ringing in his ears or screaming in the air….

Alastor tilted Angels head up ever so slightly with the tip of his claw, staring at him with the softest eyes. Angel jumped and gasped weakly in fear, he had been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed Alastor approach him at all, “Darling,” The Radio Demon cooed, his smouldering gaze meeting Angel’s terror filled eyes, a crystal tear already tumbling down his cheek, “Are you sure you’re alright?” Alastor leaned in closer, brows twisted in concern, fingers gently tracing the line of the spiders jaw “you look a bit pale.” He tilted his face in closer, lips grazing Angels.

Angels eyes snapped wider in terror and he quickly retracted, turning quickly on his heel and pushing past Alastor, he launched himself off of the doorframe and down the hall, sprinting for the safety of his own bedroom. He had no idea what the fuck had just happened, but he never wanted it to happen again.

Alastors gleeful cackle rang after him down the hall, the demon tumbling over himself in hysterical laughter as Angel ran quickly away, fear etching a vow to never even look at the radio demon again. Alastor laughed in devilish delight as he considered what favor he would ask of Angel for ending his sisters pain. “He did say anything,” The Radio Demon mused, another wave of chilling laughter darkening the halls of the Hazbin Hotel.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x angel dust #alastor #angel dust #hazbin fanfic #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #my boy is racking up favors

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strange-and-dynamic · 1 year

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Dateline: February 20th 2023

This one got a little disturbing honestly—

So the dream started with me and mom at the grocery store, buying food n stuff the usual, and then there’s these 2 creepy men behind us, one old man that kinda resembles the guy in the wheelchair from Detroit Become Human and another guy that’s taller than him and looks like,,, the tall dude in the brown shirt from Everybody Loves Raymond???

I could feel that their intentions were weird as they were following us, and then,,, the old man grabs the back of my right thigh (UH??? HEY DREAM GOD???) and I sharp turn back towards them shocked and scared and then they both smile and look at eachother (WHAT THE HELL???) so me and mom check out at some point, the 2 creeps leave the store after us (WITH NO SEEN GROCERIES IN HAND) and as I’m walking with her I’m holding on to her arm and I say “I hope they die” and she says something along the lines of “me too, we just gotta wait” (WAIT FOR WHAT???)

The segment after that one takes place in a huge park at night time, resembling this one area of Central Park I remember me and dad would walk through to leave, except this version was a bunch of hills and a single paved walkway going up and down said hills, with a few trees here and there, and the only thing to light the way were a few sparsely placed lampposts

And me and mom are walking down the walkway, and she randomly just starts BOOKING IT on the near endless walkway, I turn around to see if something scared her and it’s the old man from the first segment, alone, smiling, walking lazily as if he’s drunk (what is with drunk people being disturbances in my dreams—) I start running with her because I’m assuming her running and saying nothing was her attempt to get me running too without trying to scare me, but since this is a dream, I can barely run. so I keep picking up speed and slowing back down saying “I’m tired” or “my legs hurt” (I DONT KNOW WHY YOU DIDNT GRAB MY HAND OR STOP FOR ME THAT WOULDVE BEEN REALLY HELPFUL—)

And then after THAT segment, third and final one: it cuts to me and some other tween to teen girls in what looks like a tree house and it’s nighttime outside (and outside looks like the nighttime park for some reason) and we’re in a Magical Doremi fan club! But the version of Magical Doremi is way different, and we’re talking about some arc in it that basically goes like the story of me and mom in the nighttime park (that’s what I’m calling it now) but features little Doremi and her mom, who for some reason looks like an older version of Doremi’s little sister Pop, and in here apparently Doremi’s mom is named Jelly

But, instead of Jelly running away from the stalker without Doremi holding her hand, Jelly picks up Doremi and books it with her in her hands, kinda holding her like a baby as Doremi is a toddler here

And there’s also this part of the arc having to do with time travel and Doremi going back in time to see someone or something happen, and she finds out that the cancer patient witchling is Doremi’s grandma aka Jelly’s mom, and in this version of Magical Doremi, the cancer patient witchling either didn’t have cancer at all and was just bald, or the cancer was cured through magic, and her name here for some reason is Christian (I love when dreams change around names regardless of whether I can remember the name or not lol)

And then I wake up, for some reason immediately thinking of wanting to reconcile with my mom (I never did—)

I think my dreams are trying to tell me something... 🤔

#harassment mention #sa tw #magical doremi #ojamajo doremi #<- these tags being in the same post is CRAZY bro #nightmare possibly?#eye imagery #scopophobia #does it count as a nightmare if the content made you genuinely disturbed either during and/or upon waking up?#or do you have to wake up screaming?#dream blog #dream diary

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freemindedspirit · 10 months

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Heyy. It's me again! I had this dream a few days ago. I was somewhere, idk where but somewhere around people and there was music playing. And I was just sitting and drinking coffee. Then someone comes up from behind me and starts talking, which I do not remember what the context was but it somehow made me cry and that person talking to me wasnt someone I recognised. And then I walked away from that place to somewhere quiet. And there I was standing looking at the sea when I felt someone behind me, calling my name. And when I turned around it was some guy I don't remember ever meeting or seeing. It felt like someone new, one I've never met. And they start talking incessantly, and I seem to join in on the conversation and then out of nowhere they tried to kiss me and I pulled away and that's when I woke up. It literally felt like there was someone around me exactly before I woke up but I was alone in my home that day. My mom and brother were out on a trip. That gave me the goosebumps.

And this isn't the only time. A few months before this dream, I dreamt of the same person whose face I can never recognise or remember but I somehow know that it's that person in a setting where I'm out travelling and I probably lost something and I'm trying to frantically find it. But I can't, so I start panicking when our of nowhere this person comes in and hands me over what I was trying to find. And then calls my name and says something. And then walks away after getting me out of trouble from these people who were running after me for some reason and tries kissing me again. And I wake up that particular moment again feeling like someone was besides me on the bed stroking my face and playing with my hair. Watching me sleep? It's been happening like every few months. This is weird. Am I going crazy or becoming schizophrenic?

If there's any explanation you can find, it would be helpful or I'm just going to check into an asylum soon. 😂❤️🥲🥲

I hope you are having a much better day than I am.

And here're the most weirdest things. I had a really bad dream where I saw my dad dying and I thought I was being crazy and it must have been a bad horror movie reflection I might be having because of what I watched. But the same exact thing happened in the same exact way that I dreamt of and I remember waking up in tears and shaking because of it. I was scared of even thinking of this but it happened. Traumatising. But that didn't end there. My sister got married a week ago. And then a few weeks before her wedding, I had this dream where I saw somethings that went wrong and everyone was kind of disturbed about it, people were stressed out because of it. And the same exact thing happened in reality at her wedding, the exact same way. Am I like an omen or something? I mean there's something definitely wrong with me. 🥲

I dont think anything is wrong with you !I had similar experiences in both cases.

The first one is likely someone coming to visit you in your dreams but being a bit too eager lol you can totally tell them to bzck off or slow down tho

For the second part, i think you have a gift for seeing future events.I understand it czn be scary, but you have the choice to keep it or turn it off, or enhance it by working on it.in both cases you are not insane.If tmany of this causes you distress feel free to rezch out to a professional.

I hope your day gets better !

#dream analysis

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protokirby · 1 year

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I slept for 18 hours. A complete mystery how I'm able to remember the time I went to sleep with how otherwise disastrous my memory span is. Anyhoo, there's this thing that occasionally happens. Whenever I sleep, I always have my sleep disturbed somehow. I constantly wake up. That's probably why I'm always tired enough to go back to sleep all the way to the 24 hour mark sometimes, or one of the reasons. So yeah about the thing that occasionally happens... Sometimes during the times I'm awake for a few seconds before going back to sleep, the previous dream will give me a number to think in my head to continue the dream when I'm back to sleep. That sounds borderline supernatural or somethin- Though like- I remember one time, rather than think the number I was given, I had awake-enough thoughts that I was able to instead think "No way. I want to see Hop" and then Hop was in my dream after I was asleep in the next few seconds. Or at least I think it was Hop that time. I don't know if I'm remembering for sure. I'm most often too half asleep to go against the number I'm given but I want to try and learn to ignore the number and think of a character. I'll basically have a cheat to dream of whatever character I want if I become able to pull this off, assuming I can have an awake-enough thought. I totally would have wanted to see Leon instead of Hop and I remember when I woke up from the dream I basically chose to have, I had been questioning my choices in like a "I should have asked for Leon instead. I don't see him enough" kind of way.

Okay now... I'm going to talk about something that might confirm my status as a crazy person but idk. I'm just talking about weird experiences relating to dreams. Leon has not been appearing in my dreams nearly as much as he used to. It's been a few years, but I remember the exact moment he started appearing less. It was one night my sister was really keen on making sure I didn't get a good night of sleep. Before she had a mini house built in order to desperately get her away from everyone. So anyway, she kept randomly screaming because of dumb reasons like- idk she was out of underwear or something. The random "karen screeches" while everyone else was asleep was miserable. I was dreaming of Leon a bunch that night but unfortunately kept being interrupted by physical pain to my ears that just remembering is making fatigue pain hit the underside of my eyes. After a certain number of times of being woken up, I had this weird experience that felt so real I'm still questioning it. I was in my room with a realistic amount of darkness for the time of night it was. My eyes were realistically adjusted to the amount of darkness they would have been then. I could see sort of well, but I saw some figure standing over me and I heard Leon's voice, specifically the one from Pokemon Masters, call out and say "Why do you keep disappearing?" as in referring to why I keep waking up. I kept disappearing during the adventure we were having. Except I also had a realistic response to an unexpected entity in my room and kicked him in the face before I could comprehend who I was seeing. Then he vanished into thin air like a ghost or something and I went into another dream. And from that moment on, I haven't been seeing Leon in dreams as much. As if I scared him or something. Something that needs to be understood in order to further know why I'm blaming this moment, the strength in my legs are dangerous. I have accidentally put holes in the wall on several occasions by swinging my legs around. Yes, yes, you can call me a crazy person for thinking I scared Leon away from my dreams. I'm questioning my own sanity. Honestly, I keep praying that I'm able to remember to apologize to him during the rare times I do see him, but I've never been able to remember to do that and this whole ordeal keeps affecting my mental health in ways it shouldn't. Like- I feel like a monster because I feel so bad about what I did??? But it was a dream??? That happened a few years ago??? Anyway, I keep trying to find ways to increase my chances of seeing Leon in my dreams in order to increase my chances of apologizing to him. If anyone knows any like- hypnotism or whatever, I'm willing to try whatever agrees with my moral standards.

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deathkiiss · 1 year

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HORRORS IMPRINT THEMSELVES ON MY MIND EVERY NIGHT. I FEAR NOTHING MORE THAN THE WAKING HOURS OF THE DAY.

STATS.

FACECLAIM: Andrew Garfield

NAME: Thomas Craven

AGE: 30

GENDER: Cis Male - He/Him

SEXUALITY: pansexual

SPECIES: Human

BIRTHPLACE: Babylon, Texas

EDUCATION: high school

TATTOOS: none

PIERCINGS: both earlobes

SCARS: a few small, feint scars on his hands

ABILITIES.

Precognitive Dreams: His dreams are specific to tragedies (accidents and intentional acts of harm) that are happening at the same time or are going to happen very soon.

Limits: It is highly unlikely that he would ever be able to change the outcome of his dreams due to their timing.If he is not sleeping, his precognitive abilities will not work.

TRAITS.

POS: creative, focused, broad-minded, empathetic

NEG: melancholy, pessiistic, paranoid, cowardly

BACKGROUND. ( tw animal death mentioned )

Thomas has lived in Babylon his entire life. His mother was a nurse and his father a teacher. He was an older brother to a bubbly little sister.

The Craven family lived a relatively quite and peaceful life until the eldest son started experiencing terrifying dreams at the tender age of eight.

It started with a dream of their family dog getting run over which his parents were quick to assure Thomas was nothing more than a bad nightmare but they were proven wrong when that afternoon, his nightmare became a reality.

The nightmares continued, becoming increasingly detailed and more horrific as he grew older. Dark circles formed under his eyes and the young man rarely slept as he dragged himself through a high school education.

The thought of falling asleep and dreaming of the death of someone close to himself terrified Thomas more than any gruesome nightmare he had so far.

His parents attempted to put him through therapy but when psychiatrists started suggesting medicine as the only solution they quickly removed him from their sessions.

Eventually, he became accustomed to a lack of sleep and Thomas picked up a somewhat peculiar hobby of taxidermy to fill up the extra time he had in the night.

He recognized that his daunting ability also put a strain on his family because on nights that he did succumb to sleep, he often awoke screaming or crying which disturbed his younger sister and exhausted his parents.

Thankfully, his hobby of ethical taxidermy filled a niche interest on the internet and he was able to save up to get an apartment on his own when he was nineteen.

Since then he has only remained close to his family and has no friends or romantic life to speak of.

Most people in town only know him as that ghostly looking Craven boy.

HEADCANONS.

Strange rumors about his abilities amongst locals and those close with the Cravens will have a person think of Thomas as a hoax fortune teller or very disturbed young man with horrific visions. No one ever really bothers to ask Thomas for details since he only moves through town like a shadow, keeping mostly to himself.

He lives alone with two cats. A fluffy white cat called chaos and a black short haired cat called mickey.

#intro. / thomas craven #intros.

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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 1 year

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The Dove to the Vampire: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: panic attack, Swearing, Mates, Dysfunctionality.

Words count: 3255.

Summary: Rosalie believes through the centuries her forever was Emmett only to finds out Forks has other plans. Throughout her Vampire life she had no doubt about it. Stacy has lived her Reservation High School experience to the fullest knowing that despite having beta blood running through her very veins – there is no wolf in her very future. Starting new year in forks high of all places thanks to her sister.

A/N: Do note, I am sorry for taking so long but my first language isn’t English, so I had to make sure everything made perfect sense or something similar to it.

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One day, Stacy wakes up to the reality no sister in the room parallel to her anymore not her obnoxious singing to whatever plays in her Spotify playlist. Houston loved to recommend songs as soon as Stacy stepped out of her room saying how good they were and such it was our little play every single Monday. She would usually plead that would be the day you would see reason and see her songs taste was as she loved to say, “Impeccable”. Stacy softly whispers to herself.

Stacy clenches her hands on her sheets a breath she takes deeply wishing to cry her pain away from every corner in her body. Her body laid rigid letting the minutes go by the clock hoping in some deep corner in her brain that her mother is no longer at home.

She wouldn’t be that unlucky right? Not twice in a row? Stacy legs move over the bed as slow as she could possibly do; what she didn’t have in luck she had in professional sneaks if that’s even a word.

Stacy puts her palm down on the bed to move herself forward ever so slightly to the edge of the bed and steadily taking a breath only when extremely necessary.

Every time of every day in the past 4 years has Stacy train herself little by little. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that she could train herself to trick the wolves outside her home.

“I still believe this is a mistake.”

Stacy abruptly stops her feet from touching the cold floor this Saturday morning setting her presence known to her mother. The voice is recognizable as that Stacy blue eyes shift to the door. Her handle turns softly not to disturb her sleep a soft sigh escapes Lucy, “Don’t mom me, Houston. You want Stacy to go to Forks High? I have no jurisdiction there.” Lucy raises her voice takes a deep breath her heels tick on the hard wood floors. Stacy takes a deep breath a thought in her brain repeats so vividly she believes she spoke it.

‘Time it right’.

Stacy holds her breath once more her eyes shift from her reflection in her full body mirror by the door and the door itself. The only thing stopping her mom is the thought she is sleeping. Lucy lowers her tone after Houston seem to stop talking in the other end.

“You don’t see the problem here, do you? Stacy hates the Cullens. Forks High School has more Vampires than Humans at this point; you want to send Stacy over there? Human Stacy?”. Stacy rolls her eyes at her own mother for ignoring the fact she is a witch. Lucy laughs at something that Stacy could care less.

“A witch? Houston don’t feed Stacy dreams. She has no wolf let alone inheritance of your father”. Lucy spits vile toxic like the mention of my father offends her and I having any connection to him near her is toxic.

Stacy holds down the lump forming in her throat to revolt let her sharp words wound Lucy so deeply no amount of healing could fix her up.

“I am her mother, I am sure I would have notice if my daughter showed signs of being a witch, Houston”. Lucy stops midway more steps she takes. A sigh escapes her lips, “I have you know! I have Stacy watch 24/7 to keep her safe”.

Stacy has been dealing those fateful 4 years ago, she thought that would be the worst she had encounter, her mom unjustifiably punishing her own daughter for no reason.

The strings of her heart shatter every time no matter what no matter when no matter who says it, she just have to paint a perfect smile on her lips and play that everything is perfect. Hell. No, hell doesn’t compare to the realization that her family is no more. Her family is broken beyond believe and there is nothing she can do to stop that.

Over time, the necessity to breath disappears, tears don’t feel like tears anymore, there is nothing that could even come close to hearing her mom proudly deny Stacy origins.

Nothing compares to a 14th year old girl finding out that one of the strongest werewolf blood runs through her veins despite your wishes; you aren’t granted that gift given to all your previous predecessors that came before you. Something that everyone around you said you’ll surely get so much you believed them even though you showed no signs of such gift.

Once I reach the reservation, their smiles aren’t a comfortable blanket. They are welcoming, but I have no idea if it’s because of my past or fear of my mother’s wrath.

Their lips smile weakly like shattering glass at every point; however, their eyes falter around like searching for an escape goat. It’s always the same. Forks makes it a little better over there I don’t exist to anyone whatsoever. I am a ghost blending in the shadows of every corner, a renegade with a mission to cease to exist.

Another raspy breath this time not being as quiet as before her heart rings in her ears beating even more faster than before like air felt as a distance cousin not able to reach her lungs. Thoughts nonexistent.

Stacy tries to call for help, but no words escape her lips. Stacy eyes wander around to her full-length mirror then her cabinets, her hands shake not sure when they started to shake, Stacy glance down placing her other hand to hold onto it to make it stop. It couldn’t happen right now when you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“This is not what’s best for her!”, Lucy keeps screaming to the phone as her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stacy takes a weak breath trying her hardest to align herself pick up the pieces before her mom finds out she is awake.

It was futile.

Stacy takes deep breath after another breath louder than her previous attempt her lungs call her to give them at least any type of oxygen. She tries once more a set of coughs welcome her attempt. A knock on her door Stacy glances towards it. Stacy feels sweat drips from her forehead.

“Stacy? Are you okay?”. Lucy knocks again turning the handle to see if it’s open. Stacy tries to stand up only to crashed face first to the floor. Stacy hears in the background as Lucy’s feet contact the door, bringing the door down with enough force.

Stacy tries to breath for a new set of coughs to come forth that’s when Stacy finds herself getting picked up in warmth hands that feel like something she hasn’t had in a long time. Home. Blue eyes crash with her mother’s staring down at Stacy as she is picked up bridal style wasting no time to rush out of the room.

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Stacy opens her mouth to say at least anything as Lucy feet reach the outside every werewolf around the house rushes to get in the cars; however, Lucy runs in the opposite direction of the town reaching her hand to move Stacy closer to her body to give her enough warmth trying to help.

“It’s okay Stacy. I know somebody”. Lucy whispers into Stacy ears as she rushes at a speed Stacy sees colors instead of houses or cars. Lucy stops frantically searching a breath she takes her ears pick onto her target, “Edward. Don’t think I didn’t saw you”. Carlisle softly speaks a chuckle between words.

Lucy moves forwards finding herself on the second floor of the Cullens household. Every Vampire and Werewolf around turned to their intruder in completely shock. Her brown eyes lock with golden eyes as she opens her hands holding a shaking and sweating Stacy, “My daughter is having a panic attack… please. I didn’t know who else to turn too”.

“How the fuck did you made it up here?”, A black hair and brown eyes boy stood up as if offended he didn’t realized Lucy enter the room. A smirk paints in her lips dying soon after at Stacy state. Carlisle speeds to Lucy picking Stacy from her arms, “Alice helped me. Esme get everyone else out”.

A pixie like woman speeds out and back into the room while a blonde one stood up her golden eyes stare at Stacy intently like the air escape her lungs the minute we got in here. Lucy raised an eyebrow at her then glances back at Stacy.

“I am not leaving her alone,” Lucy follows Carlisle pushing hair from her face. Stacy continues to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes drift around the room Lucy hopes is to not register where she is, Stacy would kill Lucy, Lucy knows Stacy dislike of the Cullens.

Stacy eyes land on Carlisle her heart rings on his ears he gives her a soft smile.

“My name is Carlisle. Everything is okay; Stacy nod your head if you can understand me”. Stacy nods her head twice.

Alice speed to Rosalie extending her hand up, “Emmett. Don’t”.

“That’s good. You are doing a wonderful job”, Carlisle smiles placing Stacy on the kitchen counter only letting her go when he was sure she was seating, “We are going to play a game”.

Lucy glances back at the blonde woman with a name. Rosalie gets her hands out of another vampire whose hands were guiding her out the room. Rosalie walks back into the room slowly her golden eyes staring at Stacy. She walks inching closer but stops a breath she takes in. Lucy glances back to Stacy eyes locking with this vampire.

“Lucy,” Carlisle checks places a hand on Stacy chest her heart has normalize.

“An Angel”. Stacy calls out.

“A Dove”. Rosalie calls back a smile forms on her lips.

Carlisle turns his head around extending one hand up to stop Rosalie. He calls out to her, but all Rosalie could see is Stacy. Lucy looks between her daughter and Rosalie eyes lock like the world around them disappear. A growl escapes her lips as realization hit her mind like a truck hitting her hard. Carlisle stares at Lucy ready to kill Rosalie then back at Stacy eyes entangle with Rosalie’s.

“Rosalie. Don’t attack,” Carlisle tries to stop an incident for forming. Lucy takes a step forward.

“I will never hurt her,” Rosalie blurts clear as water from her porcelain lips a smile plaster on her lips keeping her eyes interlock with Stacy. Rosalie speed past Carlisle; Lucy launches forward to rip the Vampire away from her daughter.

Carlisle brought Lucy into an embrace stopping her from moving forward. Both move around to Rosalie moving two fingers forward using them close enough to seem walk on Stacy palms, “It’s supposed to distract you, is it working?”. Rosalie inches closer to Stacy.

“Well…”. Stacy whispers gulping saliva keeping her eyes on Rosalie golden eyes a blush covering her cheeks.

“What was I supposed to forget?”. Stacy asks gulping once more a breath she takes pushing some hair off her face.

“It looks like nothing.” Rosalie whispers inching forward to Stacy. A growl in the background from Lucy not liking this outcome one bit.

“Take your hands away from my daughter!!”, Lucy growls screaming at the top of her lungs, Carlisle holds his arms around her form. His eyes move back to Rosalie playing with Stacy who shrinks at Lucy’s words.

Rosalie stops the smile on her lips died instantly catching how Stacy shrank in size. Stacy’s blue eyes drift from Rosalie’s golden ones to her mother; Stacy looks back at Rosalie in a bit of concern whispers, “It’s okay. I have dealt with worst”.

“No”. Stacy looks back up at Lucy like something inside her just click for the first time in 4 years. She feels slightly brighter like the sun finally broke through the dark clouds in her life allowing her to breath what life had to offer and finding Rosalie sure as hell was not it. Not one bit, but despite how bad it looks for a family gathering how karma and destiny are laughing at Stacy’s parents right now, aren’t they?

Stacy couldn’t help to break out in a fit of laughter at the whole thing. Her dad hates Vampires with a passion, and Lucy is a werewolf that has the set rule that vampires are literally the devil.

Everyone stares at Stacy as if she had grown two oversize heads or had a concussion. Carlisle clears his throat about to say something to clear the confusion; however, Stacy beats him to it clearing her throat.

“Mom. Let’s not start this conversation now.” Stacy pushes hair out of her eyes back behind her ears. Her eyes never leaving Rosalie that seem to have calm once more not the daggers she sends Lucy two seconds ago, “When we get back home you cry to me how bad this looks or whatever not like you have taken everything else already”.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady”. Lucy eyes glow yellow like the verge of her humanity was question at this very moment in time. Carlisle turns in a flash stood in front of Lucy discussing with her without a word said his golden eyes keeping contact with her wolfish ones.

Rosalie closes her eyes taking a deep breath inching ever so closely to Stacy, her lips wide charming smile. Stacy looks at her like the world could have turn upside down and she wouldn’t have cared in the standing ovation that in reality without Stacy alternative motive Rosalie had made a vacation spot in her heart.

“Let’s leave them be for now”. Carlisle tries to stop Lucy growing discomfort racing thoughts in her little brain as her eyes dance from her daughter and Rosalie still though kind of alive light around Stacy. Carlisle brings Lucy’s eyes back to him like clockwork Lucy pushes past Carlisle trying to reach for Stacy.

It little, but it was enough. The intent alone Rosalie turn putting one arm over Stacy front the other to slap Lucy’s hand away just slightly as a way to say no, “I don’t think so”. Rosalie starts her golden eyes shine with the light in the room. A short but seemingly annoying smile paint on her lips less charming that her genuine one, Stacy thought. She ponders on how Rosalie genuine smile could light the room if she ever got to see it.

“Stacy expressed her mind just a second ago. Did you not heard her, or did you prefer not too?”. Rosalie asks not leaving much to Lucy to respond as she continues, “Are you the type of parent that does her way or the highway? If that’s the case let me make it heavenly clear to you. You can walk off and leave if so you wish, but Stacy isn’t leaving this house or my side or anywhere with you for that matter”.

Lucy growls shake the whole house and Stacy in it. Stacy glances up at Rosalie finding her nails ever slightly more interesting than Lucy who starts shaking at the apparent thought just clicking in her brain. Stacy stood frozen it has been a while 4 years to be exact since somebody had gone to step up for her like that to her own mother. The woman that in her mind couldn’t careless about well if she is a witch or not.

Rosalie looks up acknowledging Lucy glares.

“I am not a threat. I would never harm her”. Rosalie repeats the words she said not long ago. Stacy looks at her then her mother not sure why Rosalie keeps repeating that.

Stacy reaches out her hands to hold onto Rosalie’s cream sleeve blouse. The color did look good on her skin not much of a contrast for her pale skin; however, it looks good on her.

“It’s okay, angel”. Stacy blurts the nickname she believes fits perfect for Rosalie that really seems like the word if she stands still only needs to sprout out wings to fly off into the sunset, “Lucy will not harm me. She just wants to make sure I am okay after all I did just have a panic attack”. Stacy whispers each word softly taking breath in between them. Lucy glances down at her own flesh and blood, a nod she gave out to put truth to her daughter words.

Rosalie glances between them. Her danger level sky high willing to launch at the mom; however, she gulps anything she had inside her mind. She turns back to Stacy enjoy the idea of being next to her for however long they had, “Tell me, dove?”. Rosalie starts locking her golden eyes with Stacy. Her hands lock on the side of Stacy stomach pulling her up and down the counter with ease like Stacy weight absolutely nothing.

“Hey! I am heavy!”, Stacy protest that went unheard by Rosalie placing Stacy on the floor only letting go when Rosalie was sure Stacy could stand despite that Rosalie stood so close to her Lucy glares didn’t cease one bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Rosalie plays with golden locks from Stacy head waiting for the definitive answer.

“huh... Pink. Why?”. Stacy ponders confused of that question alone. She had though the first question a vampire had ask was something else entirely not her color preference.

“To get to know you better”. It was her response as she takes Stacy hands within hers leaving a soft kiss on them. Rosalie looks back at Lucy a glare of her own covering her golden eyes, “You need to get used to seeing me a lot more than now”.

“Rosalie. It’s time”. Alice clears her throat to the relief of Lucy hearing those words. Alice and Rosalie were out the room. Lucy grabs Stacy by the arm dragging her out the room with Carlisle behind trying to talk to Lucy who didn’t listen one bit. Stacy heard a couple of slipped words from them both speaking at a speed she had no idea her mom could even mutter words.

“This is the last tim-”. Lucy pushes the car door open dropping Stacy in it then shutting it. Carlisle appears in front of her soon after, “You know as well as I that separating them will set”.

Lucy opens the driver door then closes it again.

“My daughter is 17, Carlisle. 17. No. I am a mother first”. Lucy blurts out in shouts waving her hands in the air. Stacy rolls her car inside the car not sure what is going on but feels it has something to do with Rosalie. The anger that makes her feel she can pull up a cream blouse and not look like a total dead animal in it.

“We can figure this out just frequent visits”, Carlisle suggested his eyes fall to Stacy then back to Lucy whose thinks hard on such a decision. She looks to the trees then back at Carlisle, “Fine. Supervised visits. I will be present”.

“Of course”, Carlisle whispers gulping the lump in his throat. Lucy smiles satisfied at his answers opening the driver door to enter. Stacy asks what’s going on, but Lucy doesn’t answer what so ever. The werewolf around enters different cars driving after Lucy’s cars. Carlisle watching them leave down the streets a sigh escape his lips knowing this is another way karma is setting the wheels of destiny in motion.

#Rosalie Hale #rosalie cullen #rosalie twilight #rosaliedeservelove #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twlight sparkle #please anyone send some help my self steem in writing has recently died #if anyone has any suggestion pr anything related to twilight please reach out I would love to read it or add it #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #mate

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dreamyxclxuds · 2 years

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♡Sweet Dreams♡

Tanjiro Kamado x Reader

Prompt: Reader wakes up to a bad dream, little does she know tanjiro is there to help and comfort her ♡

FYI: this is my first story so if its bad please forgive me 😅

I had abruptly woken up again during the middle of the night due to the same reoccurring dream. I had dreamed about my family being slaughtered in front of me while the large demon responsible had feasted on them while I shook uncontrollably in the closet that I was hiding in. After taking some deep breaths, and calming myself down, I finally sat back in my bed being careful not to wake up Inosuke and Zenitsu as they snored and drooled peacefully in their sleep. “Y/n? Are you also awake?”, I heard from a familiar voice. Redirecting my gaze I looked over to the bed beside me, not even noticing that Tanjiro had also been awake the entire time. “Yeah I couldn’t sleep, sorry if I was disturbing you or anything.”, I said awkwardly turning my gaze away from him. He chuckled and replied, “No, no it’s quite fine actually, I couldn’t sleep either. I’m still trying to think and process this whole situation with Nezuko.”, he admitted. “Don’t worry though, I’ll surly enough one day turn her back human..even if it’s the last thing I do.” , he said this time with a little more confidence. That’s what I had always admired about tanjiro, how he could be so positive even when he sister had been turned into a demon, and his entire family slaughtered. I could never wrap my head around the fact that even in the darkest times people can still have hope. “If I may ask y/n- what’s keeping you up this late?”, he said puzzled. “Well I keep having this same nightmare over and over again, and it feels like I can’t escape it…”, I replied. Tanjiro softly smiled at me then swiftly and silently sat next next to me on the bed provided by the butterfly mansion. He took my hands into his and said, “ Y/n I know that things seem hard right now, but I promise that we’ll all make it through this.” Not being able to contain my tears anymore I buried myself into his chest and hugged him tightly. “Shh.. it’s okay y/n, I’ve got you”, he replied. “Tanjiro.. please don’t leave me”, I muttered back. He softly pulled me down with him and wrapped him arms around me nuzzling my head. “I will never leave you. I’m here with you till the end”, he whispered to me. “Thank you”, I whispered allowing myself to drown into my sleepiness. Tanjiro smiled and whispered back, “Sweet Dreams Y/n.”

#demon slayer #tanjiro x reader

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ave-the-enby · 2 years

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I usually don't share dreams if they bothered me or made me angry, because they're just dreams. But this one, I was about to lose it.

In my dream, I was asked out by one of my brothers friends. I said no, I wasn't interested and it was just too weird for me.

Some other things occur in the dream, but then my brother wanted to come visit and stay with us for a night. We knew ahead of time so we prepared a spot for him to sleep, what I didn't know, but everyone else did, was that he invited his friend to come with. The one who asked me out.

I wasn't told because my brother found out and he liked the idea and wanted to help set us up together. My family didn't know this part, just that the guy was coming over.

I opened the door, expecting my brother and it's his friend, my brother pushes past to hug me and explains he invited him to stay.

Then the rest of that evening is me avoiding but trying to be polite to my brothers friend, but when I went to shower, when I was done and tried to leave the bathroom, as soon as the door was open, his friend was there.

He tried to flirt and say how he was so happy that he could see me again, and I tried to explain again I wasn't interested, I got interrupted, and used that as an opportunity to get away.

He followed though and tried to ask me out again in front of my family, and I told him I'm not interested and I wasn't going to be, so don't ask again. And left to my room.

After that I got chewed out for not letting him down gently. That he was so heartbroken, I should apologize, I said no, because it was not the first time he's asked me out. It was weird that he corned me to begin with and then made it so if I said no, I would look like an asshole. If anything he should apologize for putting me in that situation when I already said no.

Then my brother accidentally revealed this was his plan and I was upset at him especially since he knew I already said no to his friend but still tried to set us up.

It got really overwhelming because it was just pushed over and over that I should give him a chance. I never date because I never give people a chance. I'm an adult and I still haven't gone out on a single date. I nearly told them that I was aromantic but instead decided no, I shouldn't have to tell them that to respect my wishes. And I stood my ground. Told my brother off and his friend.

I then stayed away from everyone and after they left my mom tried to talk to me about it. I then went through it all over again when she asked why did I react like that? Even after explaining everything she still felt like I should've remained calm. So I broke down crying from just being overwhelmed by the entire situation. And my sister defended me because he was standing by the bathroom and tried to keep me there, that was a creepy thing to do. That was basically the end of that plot line.

The bathroom part was downplayed just so I could get everything written. But in the dream our bathroom door was broken, and you had to have it a certain way to avoid people seeing in. He knew that. And kept standing in the way of letting me fix it every time I tried to use the bathroom. And when I started to move it to exit the first time, that's when he started to confess his love.

Lately a lot of my dreams I've been bothered by them, but this one, it was just, it felt so real and it didn't skip. It happened very logically so I didn't know it was a dream. Usually, when dreams are bothering me, I can figure out it's a dream and wake up but that didn't happen this time.

I hated that so much. I feel so disturbed and violated. Even though I know it's a dream, it felt very real.

#new fear unlocked #I'm reality I believe my mom would have my back and that's why in the dream when she didn't I broke down #I might turn this into a fic #Thanks for the new fear and all now I'm going to use this and make a happier version #I'm half joking #I might #But um seriously that dream was fucked all way round I am so happy to be awake

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burnbilel · 9 months

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I was a really quiet child. It always made me proud, knowing that I never disturbed my mother sleep. I was quiet every time, everywhere, always. At home, at school, at family functions, at friends playdate. Playdates did not happened a lot, I was too quiet to make friends. I didn’t want friends, I was scared of them. Scared of being judged, being made fun of, but mostly scared of intimacy. I couldn’t let anyone too close, what if they actually end up knowing me? Knowing my fears? Knowing my desires? Knowing my secrets.

So i stayed alone, safe. I felt safe alone. I was left with my thoughts, sometimes scary one, inappropriate. I always judged myself so hardly, blamed myself for them. how coud I think of those things? Disgusting things? So i kept quiet.

I had siblings. An older sister that sheltered me, mothered me, protected me. An older brother, pretty close of age, not too old to completely live in another world like my sister did, but old enough to guild me in a world we were both navigating in, him ahead of me. I trusted him, loved him, feared him. Feared him enough to never contradict him, So i kept quiet.

We shared a bedroom deprived of intimacy but it wasn’t an issue, I didn’t need one from him. One day he had a game idea, he said « lets pretend to make babies ! » so we did. We played, innocently, for a few seconds, until we realized we mustn’t know all the rules to this game. It was a bad game, but just a game. So i kept quiet.

I wet my bed. I would wake up in the middle of the night in my urine soak sheets, embarrassed but incapable of moving. I lay there, in the inconfort of my pee until daylight so I could run to the laundry room and throw them in, in total discretion. I thought I was good at keeping secrets.

One of those morning, after finally waking up I reached my drawer for a clean underwear.

I paused, unable to move.

This vision, this last night dream, this unfamiliar man, naked, me on top of him and him inside of me. I must have been 7 at the time. I couldn't move, I couldn’t speak, how could I? It was my dream, my thoughts, my fault. So i kept quiet.

I grew up, I noticed things in me I didn’t see in other boys, I couldn’t really grasped my head over what it meant exactly, but I knew it was something I shouldn’t share with anyone. So i kept quiet.

I kept having dreams, disgusting dreams. But it wasn’t unfamiliar faces anymore, it was the face of a mother, a sister, a brother. I was ashamed, So i kept quiet.

I lost my virginity at 19 in a motel as dusty as the man I was with. I was drunk, he wasn’t. He finished, 4 time, I remember him announcing it proudly, I didn’t. I went back home and masturbated, alone, with only company my sleeping mother in the other room, So i kept quiet.

I never finished, with anyone. I didn’t want to make them feel unattractive, I didn’t want them to feel blamed, but I didn’t know what to say, So i kept quiet.

I couldn’t share this kind of physical intimacy just like I couldn't share any kind of emotional intimacy. I knew it was troubling, I knew it was a response to something. I questioned myself, travelled into my past but always came back empty handed. So i kept quiet.

This thought haunted me, but the quest embarrassed me. Did I need to find something else, someone else, to blame for my own behavior? So i kept quiet.

I didn't speak to my brother anymore, we grew apart. We were different, different interest, different goals, different life, different sexuality. I didn't feel safe being myself with him anymore, So i kept quiet.

Time past, he changed, I did too. he came back home yesterday so I decided to make us dinner. We ate, and we talked. We talked about everything and nothing, gender, sexuality. « tell me, are you gay? » I felt safe, So i talked.

We talked about how when why, I felt safe, So i talked.

He asked if something happened to me as a child, I took offense, but still felt safe, So i talked. I said no brother, no-one raped me as a child and turned me gay if this is what you’re asking.

He paused, unable to move. « I did » he said. « are you referencing to that onetime innocent game we had? » I asked, He felt safe, so he talked.

He talked about his childhood, about this videogame he so wanted. About our older neighbor who owned it. He was older but just a kid. Our sister age. He was a kid but older, old enough to know the rules of games we didnt.

I have this memory, that visit me times to times. « if you do it to me I’ll do it to you » I remembered it as a joke, a test, a once moment to shame me for my obvious homosexuality that I was hiding as efficiently as I used to hide my wet sheets. So i said nothing, nothing more than a silent head inclination, I kept quiet.

Now I know it wasn’t a joke or a test, nor it was a once occasion to embarrass me but the end of a game we played many times before. I didn’t know, I couldn't know, but now we’ve talked, Now I know. And I don’t have to keep quiet anymore.

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gab-has-adhd · 11 months

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June 1, 2023

A lot of things happened in this dream and some details felt especially realistic so the overall dream was a bit disturbing. I was in what looked like my house, except that the first floor looked very different. I was in my bedroom, and at some point I went to look for things in my bookshelf. There was a ton of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure-related things. I looked at a Jojo doujin which seemed to focus on Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli. While I was in my bedroom I was seeing things that weren't supposed to be there, as if my mind and imagination were projecting images around me. There was a bit of Homestuck, I remember seeing Kanaya Maryam and Vriska Serket, and at one point there was a bit of discourse about the hemospectrum.

At one point I was looking at photos and I saw a photo of me and my girlfriend, but the photo disturbed me because we were standing in front of a wall that I remember being a wall from my elementary school, and I know her from high school so this photo was just impossible. What is disturbing about that detail is that the photo looked a lot like a photo I have IRL of 8 years-old me with my two 3rd grade teachers.

Later on I decided to go downstairs and my family was there; my mom, my brothers and sisters and their spouses... apparently one of them had just had a baby. It was a baby girl and her name was Lily. The whole part about the baby is blurry and unclear because I started to "wake up" in the dream several times, which was possibly me trying to actually wake up in real life. Every time I woke up the family scene started over and the parents were different.

I woke up IRL disturbed and slightly overwhelmed, and it was hard to keep my eyes open.

AI dream interpretation

The dream could be interpreted as a reflection of the dreamer's innermost feelings and concerns. The dream may be reflecting that the dreamer is feeling overwhelmed and that their life is in a state of flux. The Jojo references could be interpreted as a feeling of nostalgia for a simpler time when the dreamer felt more in control of their life. Furthermore, the photo of the dreamer and their girlfriend being taken in front of a wall from the dreamer's elementary school could represent a fear of the unknown and a longing for the past. The baby in the dream could represent a fear of the future and the unknown, as well as a fear of taking on new responsibilities and the need to be emotionally prepared for them. Overall, this could be interpreted as the dreamer feeling overwhelmed by the changes in their life and the fear of the unknown that those changes bring.

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Hold it all together

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?”

Pairing: Johnny x female!reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 1,970k

Warnings: mentions of exchanging nudes, a lot kissing, unorotected sex, mentions of condoms, its just soft sex guys hahha mentiins of dreamies being the reader’s brothers.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. To the

Happy, excited, and sleepless. Today is the first day of Johnny’s spring break and he has been waiting for this day, the moment freshman year started... because this is the only time he can go home and finally see you again.

Johnny has been your childhood best friend and you two are basically inseparable. Well, except when he needed to leave for college. Of course you’re devastated the whole summer just before Johnny leaves. And it was that season, you both admitted your feelings for each other. Feelings that has been bottled up for too long finally and suddenly bursted out during a friendly kiss that turned into a passionate one which led to a slow and intimate sex the night before he left.

It has been almost half a year when that fateful night happened, but everything feels so fresh for him still. After what happened between you and Johnny, your relationship with each other did not progressed to something even more serious. Although you exchange nudes from time to time, FaceTime until the morning and say ‘i miss you’ to each other together with other sweet words.

And that is why Johnny is driving his way home to you with a bouquet of flowers on the front seat of his car, fighting through his sleepiness and keeping himself awake until he reaches your house to surprise you.

When he finally arrived first thing in the morning, he met your mom first and told you that he’s here to surprise you. “She’s still sleeping, but you can wake her up if you want to. She misses you so bad,” your mom said to Johnny. He then made this way to your room with the flowers in his hand and entered quietly, careful not to disturb your sleep. He placed the flowers on your bedside table near a photo he took for you and smiled in awe because you always cherish everything he gave you.

Feeling so sleepy and tired from the long drive, he removed his shoes and joined you under the covers. Slinging his arm around your waist and finally waking you up with soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m home,” he whispered softly. You rolled to face him, surprised but you’re both so sleepy to show it so you returned his hug and hugged him tightly. The moment you laid eyes on him, his eyes were already closed, comfortable and more than happy that he can feel your presence.

And as you both sleep together in your small bed, well, small because Johnny is a big person, you bask in his warmth and meet him in your dreams. Not wasting any second without each other.

“You must be really tired” you said when he finally woke up, raking his soft hair away from his face.

He nodded and smiled at you. Finally. He thought. “What time is it?”

“Almost afternoon. But no one cares,” you said and came closer to him, finally kissing those lips you missed so much. He rolled on top of you, putting his whole weight on you while kissing you breathlessly on the lips, neck and chest. His hands were perfectly placed on your waist, his thumb is drawing small circles on your skin and as if he’s asking permission to lift your shirt and see you without your clothes on.

He pulled away to remove his thick hoodie and plain white shirt, leaving him only with his denim pants. You noticed his body changed a lot, sure the nude photos he sends were great and it makes you miss him more, but seeing Johnny again in between your legs without a shirt on and looking hot as fuck just makes you crave for him. “This is so much better than the photos you send me,”

He let out a satisfied smile and started to unbutton his denim pants and remove it in front of you. You on the other hand, removed your pajama and welcomed him in your arms again. Kissing him deeper than ever and making him touch your boobs and squeeze them, which makes you automatically part your lips and want for more.

“Have you been fucking different girls from different sororities?” You joked in between kissing him and palming his clothed cock.

“Wouldn’t even dare. How can I even think of fucking other girls, knowing that this pussy is waiting for me?” he knew you were only joking and put his thumb on your clothed pussy. Teasing you with the right amount of pressure, careful not to make you cum so early.

“How about you? Have you been seeing other guys?” you smiled and removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere and finally exposing yourself to him. He then kissed every inch of you, hands freely roam around your body, and even tickling you from time to time.

“How can I even try seeing other guys, when I already have who I want?”

You didn’t see but Johnny smiled because of your answer while he’s placing butterfly kisses all the way down your body. Kissing you lovingly and showing you how much he misses you.

After the innocent kisses, you feel him reach for your panties and hook his fingers on the garter, slowly pulling it down while he kisses your inner thighs. Preparing you to what comes next and spreading your legs a little too harsh than expected that you yelped and your body was dragged on the mattress.

“Oops. Sorry, got carried away,” he sweetly apologized to you, kissing you on the cheek before he proceeds again.

That sudden harsh movement was the real Johnny in bed. You’ve only had sex with him once, now is only the second time. But word is, Johnny fucks hard in bed. Everyone knows that because he slept with a handful of girls during high school and you’re just this supportive friend that listens to him talk about a great night or a great fuck the other night.

“Hey,” Johnny snapped his fingers and went on top of you again, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles before he makes you embrace him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing. I’m just swimming in my thoughts. Uhm, what did you said again?”

“I asked if you want to use a condom”

“Uh. I don’t have one... do you-“

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remember that he loves fucking raw but what you don’t know is, you’re the first person he ever fucked raw. “Just tell me if it hurts. Again. Okay?”

He said, and you nod. Lining his cock on your entrance while he kisses your neck and kissing your boobs as he pushes in slowly. Tighter and tighter, your grip on his shoulders becomes. The familiar stretch of Johnny’s cock just makes your eyes shut and take him whole. Savouring every thrust he gives you, feeling every inch of cock inside you. It’s so big, you tell to yourself.

“Sorry, it’s bigger now because I’m so horny and I haven’t had sex since our last” he explained with ragged breaths near your ear.

“It’s okay,” is all you can manage to say.

He fucked you slow and deep or fast and sloppy. Either way it felt good and it surprised you how long you lasted this time.

Then suddenly he pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he changes his position. Having a better view of your bouncing boobs and fucked expression that never fails to turn him on. “Fuck Y/n,” he whined and reached for your boobs as he moves slower. Matching your moans and groans because he’s so close too. He then closes the space between you two and kissed you on the lips again like you’re about to disappear any second. Holding on to your body so tight that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Then suddenly your eyes rolled back and you’re breathing heavily and moaning a little too loud but no one will hear. Your orgasm completely washed you away and its all thanks to Johnny.

You smiled at him and reached for kisses to calm both of you down. “Was it a good one?” He was talking about the orgasm.

“The. Best.” You said in between kissing. “Did you come inside me?” He shook his head no. “Good. I’m not on the pill,”

“Kind of made a mess tho,” he looked to the direction of where he shoot his cum and it was on your lower abdomen and bed sheets. It was thick. His cum was so thick and many, that he was already embarrassed.

“Is it obvious that i missed you?” He asked. Kissing you on your forehead sincerely before he proceeds to clean his mess up.

“I think I need to shower,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll cover for you,”

While you were busy cleaning yourself, Johnny made himself decent again and decided to go downstairs to greet Mark and Jeno, your brothers. And eventually have breakfast with them.

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?” He casually asked them and stuffed sausage in his mouth.

“Heck yeah that’s what I’m talking about man! Yo, just dont hurt her” Mark exclaimed in excitement thens suddenly turned serious.

“I won’t,” Johnny answered.

“And don’t make her miss you too much because you know we cant trust long distance relationship these days,” Jeno added.

Johnny agrees and said, “I will visit her every month”

“Don’t get her pregnant. I mean yet- get her pregnant when it’s the righ time- you get what i mean” Mark awkwardly added.

“O...kay. I’ll use condoms from now on. Anything else?”

“Dude just make her happy like you always do,”

“I will” Johnny said with a proud smile.

“Aren’t you boys should be cleaning the pool?” And the two boys immediately scrammed and quickly did their chores. Leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen with the food. Pinching Johnny’s cheek because now that you can see him clearly, you see a lot of changes.

“Only you can do that to me” he said then caught your hand and intertwined it with yours, he has become bold you notice. He pulled you closer to him while he finishes his juice, but the atmosphere is hetting a little stuffy and awkward so you tried having a conversation.

“Do you want to shower? I still have some of your clothes” you offered.

“Mhmm. Keep those, I have stuff in my car”

You nod and suddenly it was silent.

“Hey y/n, I was thinking of making it official between us. I mean if you want to. I just think that we’ve been flirting with each other for some time now and wed make a pretty good team,”

“ I thought you’d never ask. Took you longer than expected tho,” you put another sausage in his mouth ”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.”

“Im just scared to fuck it up,” he sighed in relief “thank you for loving me back. I promise to take care of you 5000 more times than before”

“I’ll do the same... and wow you just asked me to be your girlfriend in the middle of our kitchen. How romantic.” He smiled handsomely then suddenly remembered one last thing.

“Oh by the way we uhm we need to start using condoms. I promised mark,”

“What-“

“I know right. Fucking you raw is good but your brother said to not get you pregnant”

“Ugh mark...” you moved your chair and hugged him tightly feeling him kiss the top of your head and cheek nonstop while you continue to eat.

The day may have started filthily, but it ended with a decently soft kiss on your temple from your best friend now boyfriend.

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