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Through Hell

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, blood, adult themes, horror images, possible triggers Summary: Witch and Dream of and Endless were sitting on the couch and drinking afternoon tea. Wait, that is not what happened. He was sitting on the couch and drinking tea and you were preparing a ritual for summoning a demon. You had a great plan, you just wanted to save him a trip down there. But it all went to hell, literally. Word count: 6.1k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors

Part one: Lost in the dream Part two: Back in the dream Part three: Through the Dreaming Part four: In the Waking World Part five: Before the Nightmare Part six: Through the Nightmare

***

"We are in Hell," Morpheus said, and by taking two steps forward, positioned himself in front of you, hiding you behind his back. In your eyes it looked as if he didn't want to hide you from hell but as if he wanted to hide hell from you, to obscure your view, to spare you the image of the horror that unfolded before you.

"Hell?" you uttered, "Like as in Hell, Hell…Hooolyyy fuck…" your mind became a black dull blank void for a moment. All you could do was stare numbly at the Gates of Hell spreading before you. Somehow they reminded you of the gates to the Dreams’ Realm, however, even in its complete ruin Dreaming was a hundred times more beautiful than what you were just looking at. "Am I…" you hesitated, "Am I dead?" you asked.

"No," he looked at you with concern, "You are not."

"Oh, that's good…" your mind started spiraling with thousand questions, "Yeah! Not dead is definitely good! How the hell did we got here?!" you saw Morpheus's side look, "fuck, poor choice of words, you right. How the fuck did we got here?!" you corrected yourself. The thoughts in your head began to rush so fast that you couldn't keep up with them. You performed that spell on multiple occasions, you trusted your skills, you quickly replayed in your mind every step, every element, every spoken word, and you decided that even with Morpheus in your home slightly distracting you, you made no mistake. The ritual was perfect. But that voice "But I am here…" that voice that you heard in your head right before everything went to shit, that wasn't Morpheus's voice. Memory of that tender, kind and sweet voice made you shiver with chills, not in a good way. You were scared. "Morpheus…" you started.

"You have to go back," he stopped you and sharply turned back at you, "You have to go back to the Waking World. Now."

"What?!! No!!" you protested. With Morpheus now standing face to face with you, you saw over his shoulder a monstrous creature approaching the gate. He grabbed you by your arms and gently shook you.

"I will not have you arguing with me right now!" the endless depth of his voice demanded your attention, "Hell is not a place for the living Y/N," he added, you could see that stars in his eyes were shining with concern, "You should not be here."

"You said the same thing about me being in your Realm," you smirked but upon seeing his angered face you instantly regretted that.

"I am taking you back," he stated leaving no place for an argument.

"I really don't like that commanding tone of yours," you argued anyway. The sound of heavy footsteps coming from the depths of Hell reached your ears. You could see the shape of the monster, a demon in his true form, he was huge, bigger than any creature you have ever seen before. For a split second you considered that perhaps you should listen to Morpheus, perhaps you should do what he commands you to do. "I'm staying," you rose your eyes to meet his. Though of leaving came and went with a blink of an eye.

"No, you are not!" Morpheus' perfect cold demeanor has disappeared replaced by genuine care and frustration, "You don't listen, you never listen…"

"I know…" you placed one hand on his chest, "I'm stubborn like that. But listen to me for a moment, please…"

"Y/N," he attempted to stop you. The demon shape was getting closer to the gate, you could hear jangling keys in one of his unbelievably big hands.

"Before everything went to … well to hell, I heard a voice in my head. It was strange, sort of soft and kind, melodic, and at the same time ominous," a stream of words rushed from your mouth, "My spell was perfect! I made no mistakes! I think whoever's voice it was, it brought us here," you stared at the endless black universe in Morpheus' eyes, the stars seemed to dance for you, but their light seemed to dim, to fade, replaced by something you had not yet seen in him. Power. Anger.

"Lucifer," he growled making your body freeze for a moment.

"I'm staying…" you insisted quietly.

Morpheus looked at you in silence for a brief moment, the stars in his eyes appeared to dance across your face as if seeking to understand.

"Why…" he moved his hands slightly up on your shoulders making you think that he wanted to touch your face. He stopped in mid-way, "Why you are so persistent? Why do you want to go with me to Hell itself?" he reached out his hand and cupped your cheek. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and feel his touch with every fiber of your body. It felt like being touched by stormy, heavy clouds on a rainy night. Unimaginable, soft, yet solid, like snow touching the highest peaks of the highest mountains. "Why would you enter Hell with me?"

"Because I want to," you opened your eyes and looked directly into the galaxy itself, "Because I believe that no one had your back for a very long time."

The clench of a lock behind you made you both aware of a demon's presence. Finally, you could see his figure up close, a huge gray mass covered in wounds and scars, with two dead black points in place of eyes and a disgusting grin.

The depth in Morpheus's eyes was indecipherable. You couldn't tell whether underneath it was a surprise, wonder, or perhaps relief, a sense of understanding. His lips twitched in his typical nonsmile and froze like the lips of a statue. The blackness of his eyes suddenly became deeper than you thought was possible, and for a moment you felt as if you were no longer looking into the galaxy but into boundless terrifying depths of black matter. Suddenly, individual stars flared with a cold mighty glow. This made you realize…you were looking at the King.

He slowly turned to face the demon and spoke in a commanding tone.

"Greetings Squaterbloat," his voice echoed like the sound of a thunderstorm, "I seek an audience with your sovereign."

The demon only chuckled growlingly.

"And who you might be?" the demon asked, his voice growling like the sounds of a wild beast.

"I am the King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realm," Morpheus's voice boomed from the depths of the universe.

"Yes my clown," the demon mockingly bowed his head, "So where is your crown?"

"Guard your tongue demon," Morpheus warned, a dangerous smile painted itself on his face, "The Ruler of Hell will not be kind to one who insults an honored guest. And I am an honored guest in this realm as I am a monarch of my own."

"So where is your ruby?" the demon taunted.

A wicked smile appeared on Morpheus' face as he walked closer to the gate and spoke in his husky voice.

"Should I use it to haunt your dreams? And your waking hours too?" Morpheus looked gravely at the demon, and you could have sworn that the demon seemed to wither away under the pressure of his tone, "Or will you open the Gates of Hell and let us through?"

The demon did not dare to mock him again. He only lowered his head and used his brass keys to open the gates.

"Now, take us to the palace," he commanded.

***

The road through hell turned out to be not the road through chasms of lava, fire, and erupting volcanoes as you assumed it would be. Immediately outside the gate lay a stretch of devastated land, scorched to the ground, land that had not seen a drop of rain since the dawn of time. The air smelled of a combination of decay and burning, the stench of burnt human bodies making your insides squirm sickly. Despite the horror sharpening your senses, you tried to take in the entire landscape with your eyes, after all, it's not often one has the opportunity to enter hell while alive.

You stayed close to Morpheus by following his lead closely. "Get lost in hell, that wouldn't be fun," you thought as you saw the sudden change in direction. Morpheus would glance over his shoulder at you from time to time like he was checking to see if your determination had not left you yet.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked with a barely audible voice moving away from the demonic guide and matching his step with yours.

"Do you even have a penny?" you smirked at him, "Honestly? I'm hungry," you frowned with a childish grin.

"Hungry?" utter amusement painted itself on Morpheus's face, "you are crossing Hell to meet the Lightbringer, Lord of this Realm, and you are complaining that you are hungry?"

"Hey don't mock me mister!" you wagged your finger playfully at him, "I had a dinner in the oven prepared for us. I was thinking that after summoning we will have some time to," you felt a slight blush coating your cheeks, "you know, talk, and have a dinner together."

"Why do you think that?" he asked, but it didn't sound like a mockery of your idea, more like a surprise that such an idea had occurred to you. To you, it sounded like he was surprised that you wanted to have dinner with him.

"Well, you eat right?" you glanced, "And believe it or not but I do cook. And I'm pretty damn good at it! So yeah, dinner looked at that time like a pretty good plan," you explained, "I thought it might be a good idea you know? And besides you are very courteous My Lord, you would not refuse me." you smiled wickedly.

"Hold on to that thought Y/N," Morpheus' face hardened as he saw the dark forest stretching out before you, "May it bring you strength for the road ahead."

***

The land in front of you suddenly changed beyond recognition, as if in a split second you were transported to a completely different place. Far had been gone the endless stretches of dead land, a gloomy dark forest unfolded before your eyes. Ash covered the ground, with every step you took, it rose into the air making it difficult to breathe. You took a cautious step and flinched when something crunched under your heavy boots. "Please let it be branches, let it be fucking branches," you repeated in your mind, "Fuck!" you looked down at the human bones concealed beneath the heavy dustfall, they cracked and crunched under every step you took.

"Any idea where we are?" you asked quietly, "It's like we've been transported to a different place."

"The landscape is subject to the whims of the Morningstar," Morpheus started explaining.

"Ah, Lucifer Morningstar, how ironic…” you muttered, “Don't you find it ironic? I find it utterly ridiculous, and kind of funny being honest," you continued more briskly, "Well, because how did the angle, the most powerful and beautiful of them all, the most beloved by God, fall to this shithole."

Morpheus, hearing your words, only raised an eyebrow and continued walking.

"“How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, You who weakened the nations!" you quoted, "Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created!"

"That last part was about the Man, not about Lucifer," Morpheus noted and tilted his head slightly in your direction, "A Witch quoting the bible, that's ironic."

"I believe this is open for interpretation, especially if you read through the whole chapter," you smirked, "and don't be so surprised! I've read the bible, it's a source of knowledge like any other! Anyways, I can't imagine that he is that beautiful if he surrounds himself with all of this!"

"You should choose your words more wisely, Lucifer is not someone you can mock and not suffer the consequences," Morpheus warned.

"You sound like you know each other," you pointed, "Is he as powerful as you are?"

"Saving only the Creator, Lucifer is perhaps, the most powerful being there is," he explained.

"More powerful than you?" for a split second you saw dark clouds gathering in his eyes.

"By far. Especially now," he replied in a way that made you think that he was not eager to admit that, "The last time I was here, I was an honored guest. An envoy from my own Kingdom," he continued, "This time I've been brought down here by force, with you alongside me," his eyes glanced in your direction, "and I lack my symbols of office." he added.

"Yeah, but it's not like without them you are no longer a Dream of the Endless," you argued, "They've been stolen from you and I'm sure he knows that!"

"He does," he agreed, "That is not what's worry me the most."

"What is then?" you had to quicken your pace to keep up with him.

"I'm sure he knows what you did to that demon…" he said without looking at you.

You didn't have to see his face to know how he felt. Images of that night flew before your eyes. Morpheus standing in the doorway of the living room, commanding you to stop, demanding your obedience. The demon trying to cough out that you can't kill him. At that moment you thought that the demon simply wanted to save its existence. You didn't listen to Morpheus because, being your stubborn self, you took it as a point of honor not to take orders from anyone. The power within you raged with the desire to break free, you thought the demon was mocking you, that he didn't think you could kill him. So in spite of everything you did it, you tore him to pieces thus ending his existence. But now, walking through the dust-covered roads of Hell, breathing in the fumes of death, you couldn't help but think that perhaps you should listen to Morpheus after all.

The sudden change of environment snapped you out of your thoughts. Out of nowhere, a winding road appeared in front of you, leading up towards the towering rocks in the midst of which a narrow path was baking.

"Oh I'm not going up there," you stopped.

"This is the path we must take," Morpheus stated.

"Oh for fuck sake!" you exclaimed, "I smoke Morpheus! Have you seen how much I smoke?!" you bickered, "Damn…I should have quit!"

"You should have," his lips twitched with the smallest of smirks and he continued walking. And so did you.

***

You climbed up a winding thin road towards the top. You took each of your steps carefully, thanking yourself that long ago you ditched your hills in favor of comfortable Doc Martens. One false step threatened a fall into the infinite abyss, looking down you imagined that fall would never end. The path slowly changed from a passage between rocks to a narrow rock shelf leading right up to the wall. You had to cling with your back to the rock to fit your feet on the ground. Above your head, you had a red sky streaked with black suffocating clouds, below you an infinite abyss, and in front of you an unfazed Morpheus. He had one hand outstretched back guarding your every movement, your every step, every louder breath you took made his eyes look at you with concern. Your frantic thoughts could not stop even in the face of faint death. You wondered why he allowed you to go with him, why he didn't make you go back, why he didn’t forcibly drag you back to the real world. Was it your attitude that convinced him, or the way you never made yourself smaller in your dealings with him, or perhaps it was the words you said to him? Words that, when spoken aloud, surprised even you, words in which you believed deeply. In your eyes, Morpheus seemed so lonely, so abandoned, as if he hadn't called anyone his friend for millennia.

"Does this look like a way to the palace to you," you breathed out with a shaky voice.

"A demon has a hundred motives for anything he does," Morpheus reached out and placed his hand securely on your forearm seeing the path narrowing down even more, "All of them malevolent," he explained. "Demon!" he called your guide and stopped in his steps, "This is not the way."

In response, the demon only chuckled and continued his walk.

You slipped your arm out of Morpheus' grip and wove your fingers between his. His grip made it difficult for you to move, by holding his hand you had more control over your body. For a brief moment, you felt as if it took Morpheus by surprise, for a moment his hand seemed as hard as marble stone under yours only to relax a moment later and intertwine his fingers with yours, tightening them securely. He looked at you, worry and care painted itself on his face for a moment only to give way to a sudden display of pain and grief.

"Kai'ckul" an unknown name directed toward Morpheus reached your ears and you saw as if the rock wall suddenly morphed into the bars of a prison cell. You felt Morpheus's body tensed upon hearing this word. He slowly turned away from you and, and while still holding your hand, he looked at the cell.

"Dream Lord?" a woman's voice asked from the depth of her cell. "It is you…" she whispered and ran towards the bars. She looked at Morpheus with glistering eyes, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I greet you, Nada" Morpheus spoke with a stern, cold voice.

"Kai'ckul," she whispered, "How I prayed for this day. I knew you would come."

For a brief moment Morpheus remained quiet, his posture like a statue, only his eyes betrayed a deep sense of sadness and pain.

"It pains me to see you like this," his eyes rested on the weeping woman's face.

"Then free me, My Lord," she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "Only your forgiveness can free me," she hesitated and spoke again, "Do you not still love me?"

This time your own body tensed upon hearing her question. Were they ever in love? What did she have to do that made him condemn her to eternal damnation?

"It has been ten thousand years, Nada," he spoke quietly and looked deeply in her eyes, "Yes. I still love you," he added sincerely, "But I have not yet forgiven you." And with that words his cold demeanor returned to his face. His fingers found their place in your hand again, his thumb barely brushed the back of your hand as if he wanted to tell you something, then he clasped them securely and pulled gently so you would follow him.

You could hear her distant voice crying, begging, swearing that she would never give up. Yet, Morpheus remained unmoved by all this. He was not someone who would say things that he would later regret, that he would want to take back. You learned early on that every word he said, and he didn't say many, was precisely the word he wanted to say as if there was no need to say any less or more. And so he did…he said exactly what he wanted to say and moved on forward without looking back.

You followed led by him quietly, afraid to speak up. After all, what could you possibly say that would make him feel better? And yet, the desire to say, to do anything that would make that barely visible smile appear on Morpheus' lips and would bring those amused dancing stars to his endless eyes, that desire ignited in you with burning fire. Desire…feeling that you long had forgotten, feeling that you killed within yourself a long time ago. And yet, here you were, following Dream of The Endless through the Hell itself, pondering what could you do to make him smile again. "He needs that, he deserves that," you thought to yourself, "He really hadn't had any friend in a long time."

But they were not friends, that you were sure of. And here, in the deepest and darkest pits of Hell, surrounded on all sides by death and despair, you couldn't help but wonder: "What would it be like to love him? What would it be like to be loved by him?". For some reason this thought never crossed your mind before, and even if it tried you quickly drowned it out with others, killing it before it could even begin to develop. Yes, he fascinated you, but how could a literal anthropomorphic embodiment of dreams not fascinate you? Being near to him was an experience of the senses, body, and spirit as if you were seeing the world with your eyes for the first time as if you were feeling long-forgotten feelings once again. Happiness, excitement, fascination, childlike wonder and amazement, a sense of thrill, the danger of uncertainty, power, passion, Desire. You were the human being who entered the Dreaming, you were the human being whom the Dream Lord asked for help, you were the human being who willingly followed him into Hell. "What would it be like to be loved by him…" the thought flashed through your mind and suddenly made you wish you hadn't witnessed that scene.

"Morpheus…" you started quietly, your voice small, barely audible, "That woman back there… you were in love…" you stated more than asked.

"Yes," he replied with a stern voice, his eyes drifted in the distance like in a search of a past memory, "Her name is Nada. She was the ruler of a tribe that called themselves the First People." he continued and you could clearly see that recollection of that memory brought him nothing but pain. "We were in love."

"What happened to her," you mustered in the most gentle voice you possibly could. You didn't want to bring him pain, but at that moment your curiosity was stronger than your logic. It amazed you to see how quickly his face changed, pain gave way to anger.

"She defied me," he replied.

And with that words, you knew that to love him was like loving infinity itself, endangering, impossible.

***

The road in the middle of the rocks creaked one last time to open up a narrow passage in between. The land in front of you changed once again in the blink of an eye only to reveal a fog-covered burial ground. In front of you now was a small iron arch that once must have been a gate. Behind it, a path on both sides decorated with iron crosses indicated the path. Beyond it, all you could see were dry sparsely standing trees and soft candlelight barely discernible through the fog. It was the cemetery. As if hearing the upcoming question Morpheus squizzed your hand gently and spoke.

"It is a graveyard of those who have their place in Hell. Each condemned first ends up here only to be awakened again to the eternal damnation. Lucifer leaves their monuments as a reminder to every visitor of what awaits them after Death claims them."

"Cemetery…" you whispered and yanked your hand from Morpheus' hold. Despite his protests, you jumped off the path and ran straight into the fog. The tombstones swarmed, piled one on top of the other, some marked with crosses, others illuminated by a single candle. Tearing through the fog, you saw more and more of them appear with every glance as if they wanted to surround you, swallow you, bury you within the dead earth. With a desperate glare, you looked from one to the other, searching for names, surnames, but they were all blank, plain. Plain stone covered only with dust made up every one of them. You grabbed one of the candles and fell to your knees beside one of them, tears involuntarily came rushing to your eyes as you began to scrape the ash off the slab with frantic motions.

"Your parents are not here Y/N," you heard behind your back Morpheus's calming voice, he crouched down beside you and lightly touched your shoulder, "They do not belong here."

"You don't know that," you muttered and swiped away a tear that fell down your cheek, "My mother was an apodictic and manipulative bitch, a fucking control freak. She didn't love me selflessly, she only loved me when I played her perfect imaginary daughter." you gritted and kept swiping never ending dust.

"They are not here," Morpheus stopped your hand in mid motion, "The Morningstar is letting us know that Hell has prepared for our visit." he gently brought you up from your knees and made you turn around to look at he was seeing.

The fog that surrounded you completely disappeared, and a dreary dark castle appeared to your eyes. If not for the light coming from the entrance in the middle you would have thought it was another towering mountain. Yet, on a rock amidst the peaks and tattered towers rose a huge gloomy castle. You were there.

***

The last part of the road you walked in complete silence. You did not hesitate when Morpheus demanded that you be sent back to your normal world. But now, standing in front of a gate in the shape of a giant upturned pentagram, burning with ominous flame, guarded by two demonic horned statues, you could not help but reflect on the logic behind your choices. After all, you were about to face Lucifer himself, which made your heart forget how to beat for a moment.

Morpheus suddenly stopped in mid-step and turned to face you. With one hand he embraced and opened yours only to cover it with the other. In his eyes you could see again that indecipherable depth, the one you couldn't name. He said nothing, just looked straight into your eyes, as if words had no meaning here. He moved his hand away only to reveal a tiny vial of sand placed in your open palm. You looked at him with a questioning gaze, and he replied….

"My sand will take you back if I can't return with you," he said quietly, then turned and stepped royally toward the opening door.

The ground began to shake under your feet and the castle gates split open pouring streams of black blood under your feet. You took cautious steps following Morpheus into the uninviting darkness, blood splatter under your boots, and your heart suddenly began to pound as if it wanted to burst out of your chest. The gate closed behind you and darkness flooded you completely. Not knowing how despite the unforgiving darkness you continued to see Morpheus walking two steps in front of you. You shoved the vial deep into the pocket of your jeans, took a deep breath calming your raging heart, and followed him. Soon the darkness gave way to light, revealing before you a round room all around decorated with black marble pillars. In the middle of it stood a huge hearth, burning with cold fire, and behind it, Lucifer, menacingly spreading his wings. Dressed entirely in white, with golden curls adorning his head, he folded his wings and turned toward you.

"Hello," he spoke with his kind tone and you immediately knew that it was his voice you heard in your mind before. He took a few steps toward you, "Hello Dream," he greeted Morpheus.

"Greetings to you Lucifer Morningstar," he replied with graciousness, "And to you, Mazikeen of the Lillim" he greeted the demon lurking behind pillars.

"You look well Dream," Lucifer's smiled at him kindly, his angelic face beaming with light, "Are you well? And your family, Destiny, Death, Despair, and the others?" he asked, and even though he was smiling kindly you could see the falseness in his courteous greetings.

"I presume the Ruler of Hell knows that this is no social call," Morpheus replied and an equally false smile painted itself on his face. To you, seeing that lie on his face, seemed wrong, out of place.

"Have you come to join forces then?" Lucifer asked, his melodic voice singing the song of pretend again, "To ally your realm to ours? To acknowledge the sovereignty of Hell?"

"You know my feeling on that, Lightbringer," Morpheus spoke, the facade of courtesy slipping away slightly.

"Feelings change. Especially when one has been caught and imprisoned by mortals," Lucifer replied and you could not help but think that he enjoyed bringing that up, bringing Morpheus down, "We expected better of you, sweet Morpheus."

"I have come because my Helm of State was stolen from me. I believe one of your demons has it," Morpheus stayed unfazed. "I should like it back. Now," he demanded with a dangerously low voice, the facade of forced politeness disappeared completely.

"Dream, if only it were that easy," Lucifer kept smiling, "but there are rules you see. Protocols that must be followed. One of them says that the Ruler of Hell can dictate the terms of negotiations if one has been brought before him." he continued, "I brought you here. So tell me, Dream, why would I give you back your helm, a tool on which you rely so much? Why should I return what is rightfully yours when your witch took something that is rightfully mine?" Lucifer's eyes darted in your direction, he smiled charmingly but to you, there was nothing more threatening than his smile.

"The dealing is between me and one of your demons Morningstar," Morpheus spoke, endless darkness of his voice coming out from the depths of his core, "Y/N has nothing to do with it."

"Isn't she?" Lucifer retorted and took few steps toward you, "Wasn't it because of your helm that she interrogated that demon? Was it not because of you that she hunted him down and tortured him for the name you sought?" he towered over you looking at you with his bright blue eyes. With the blood boiling in your veins, you clenched your hand into a fist so tight that your nails began to painfully pierce your skin, just to keep calm. Lucifer reached out, his hand gently brushed your cheek and settled under your chin, only to lift it up so that you looked at him. "Have you not stood idly by and watched while this witch tore my demon from existence?" It took all the power you had in you not to push Lucifer's hand away like something sickeningly vile. You looked at him but there was no fear or humility in your eyes, you tried to give him the most furious and vicious look you could muster at that moment. "So fierce…" his eyes were scanning your face with undisguised amusement, "So powerful…Tell me, Witch…" he asked his finger still lifting your chin up, "What is it is that you truly Desire?" he asked and a devious smile crossed his face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Morpheus standing just a few feet away from you. The endless darkness, the sight of which you were already so used to, usually manifested in his depthless eyes, in his raven black hair, in the tone of his deep voice. This time you had the impression that he and everything around him had become one immense endless darkness as if somehow the darkness was pouring out of him covering all the surroundings. The only bright points were the stars in his eyes, they shone with a cold angry glow, exposing the raging universe shrouded in his darkness. In your head you were able to recall the tone of his voice, warning, demanding your attention, commanding. That short husky "No," which he was so fond of uttering sounded in your mind as you tried to hold back the words that sprang from your mouth. You looked at Lucifer daringly, devil or no devil, you decided that you would not show fear, and answered.

"For you to go to Hell…" you gritted with a smirk on your face, "But since you're already here I would love Marlboro Light."

Lucifer's melodic laughter echoed throughout the chamber, sounding like a chorus of laughing angels.

"Morpheus my dear, I see why you like her so much! She is delightful!" he turned his attention again to Morpheus, "So feisty! She will make a perfect demon! Men will be more than willing to sell their souls to her."

"No," and there it was. Deep, husky denial coming from the deepest depths of the universe itself.

"No?" Lucifer played a pretend game again, only this time pretending that he was surprised, "But it is only fair that I will keep her as compensation for the destruction of my demon. The demon was mine, now she is mine…" he smiled with a most delighted smile, "The demon belonged to me and your witch took him from me. Now she belongs to me."

"She isn't yours Lightbringer," Morpheus spoke, and the tone of his voice made the light radiating from the angle's face dim, darken slightly, "She belongs to no one, except perhaps herself."

Your heart froze in your chest, and chilling shivers ran down your spine at the sight of Lucifer walking with delicate steps toward Morpheus. After all, you had killed his demon, and Morpheus had just defied his will by protecting you.

"There was once a time when I would have considered you an honored guest in my kingdom, Dream Lord," Lucifer began, "But now…standing before me, you demand your property, and yet you deny me my reparation. Dream, such an insult…" he smiled slyly, "You have changed Dream…"

"Oh for fuck's sake! Stop with the mind games already!" you snapped, "Ever since we came here you've been playing this fucking ridiculous charade! Yes, I killed your demon and you know what?" anger all the way rushed through your veins, you knew perfectly well what he wanted to achieve, you couldn't let Morpheus suffer the consequences of your stupid mistakes, "I liked it! Every. Single. Moment. Of. It," as you pronounced these words you closed the distance separating you from them. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Morpheus, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, a gaze that demanded your attention. However, your rage was focused on Lucifer, you ignored Morpheus and continued, "You want to punish someone, fine by me! I killed your demon! Lord Morpheus tried to stop me but you probably already know that! Just like you know that his Helm belongs neither to you nor to the demon who has it. The helm belongs to Lord Morpheus and it must be returned to him. Fuck! I do not know what benefits Constantine sees in keeping good relations with you. Just give us back what's ours and I will politely promise to exorcise the next fucking demon instead of killing him." panting heavily you realized what you had just done and added, "Please? With full respect your highness."

Lucifer looked at you slowly with amused eyes, and smiled softly. At that moment you understood, you made exactly the move he expected. Checkmate, the game was over and like a fool you let yourself be led right into his trap.

"Being insulted by you Dream is one thing, I could forgive that for the sake of good relations between our realms," he said slowly, "But being disrespected by your lovely companion…" he trailed his eyes from you to the Morpheus stern face, "Apologise Dream, but laws of Hells demand that I must take proper actions. That insult must be paid in blood."

"As you wish Lightbringer," Morpheus turned himself to face him.

"For the sake of our relations, I will grant you my fairness. Something you have so willingly denied me. I shall challenge you to a duel. If you win you and your witch will be allowed leave, I will also return your helm. If I win, the witch stays here, and she will serve me in slavery in eternal damnation."

"Very well. I accept the terms."

Part eight: Through darkness towards...

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Authors note: Oh my Dream Lord I went overboard! Did I went overboard? It's just as I started this chapter I knew where I wanted it to end, but the journey through hell turned out to be the perfect opportunity for character and relationship development as well as it gave me the opportunity to set the stage for the overarching plot. Psst, I know how the story ends ;) I know this chapter is heavily based on episode 4, I hope you don't mind. But as I wrote before, what better place for relationship development than hell :) I do hope you liked it and it was worth the wait :) Oh btw, right before I published I had a heart attack because Tumblr crushed on me and deleted 1/3 of the story. Thankfully I'm doing backups. At last, as always, Dear Reader, thank you for reading :)

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ilovewhiteroses · 1 year

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I posted 57 times in 2022

That's 57 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (19%)

46 posts reblogged (81%)

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3 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

You cast a spell on me – Part 2.

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: mentions of violence; horror and adult themes

Rating: 18+

Notes: - I did some research on The Corinthian’s backstory in the Dreaming, so I could write it as accurate as possible.

PART 1. HERE

"Ouch" you said as another stabbing pain shot through you. You are a witch, of course, but you are also a woman who has to deal with an unpleasant visitor every month. You hated these days, you always felt like shit: your uterus hurt and you always wanted to cry. To alleviate your condition, you ate lasagna and chocolate in your bed while watching Moonlighting on your TV. You loved old TV shows - like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, The Nanny, Married with Children - because they reminded you of your childhood.

You have had quite a busy week. You went to a family gathering at your parents' beach house which has a beautiful view to the ocean; you had lunch with your publisher, where you outlined your ideas for your new book and chose the best one together; and you had dinner with one of your best friends, Cole, who worked as a photographer. Your exes introduced you to each other a few years ago and people often see you as a couple. Although you thought he was cute there was never more than friendship between you two. Cole knew almost everything about you, except one thing: who you really were. Only your family knew about it.

And since THAT night, The Corinthian, your one night stand.

You could barely concentrated on your tasks for days afterwards. You kept thinking about the mind-blowing sex; you remembered his soft hair, his kissable lips, the sight of his naked body; you felt his hands and mouth on your erogenous zones... You were so immersed in sex with him that you didn't even think of using protection, even though your previous partners all wore condoms. But you didn't panic, being a modern witch, you had a birth control potion that you made when you were 18 years old and you had to drink it within 72 hours after sex.

When you weren't thinking about his skills in bed, you were thinking about other things. You wondered what he has been doing, where does he live, if he lives anywhere at all. And does he sleep? He said he has tiny teeth where his eyes are, does he eat with them? How many people’s beds he had been in and how many of them did he kill? You felt sorry for his victims, you only hoped that he kills bad people like Dexter Morgan. But of course that's none of your business and you'd better stay out of it.

At this moment, your phone suddenly buzzed. You received a text message that said:

Hey Y/N! What's up? How is work goin'? 🕶️🦷👄🦷

You didn't have to think much, the emojis gave away who the sender of the text was, which honestly surprised you. The morning after your night together, before Corinthian left your home, he asked for your number. At first you thought about a fake phone number, but in the end you gave your own, because you knew he won't call you anyway.

As if he sensed that you were thinking of him. You got so excited that you even forgot about the pain in your lower stomach. Suddenly you didn't know what to do, text him back or call him. In the end, you decided on the second option because you wanted to hear his sexy, deep voice. You pressed the call button.

"Hello there, sexy witch! How you doin'?" Corinthian said into the phone in a seductive voice

Oh my God, his voice was invented for phone sex, you thought.

"Hi! Nothing special, I'm just resting, watching TV." you said in a light voice. "And what about you?"

"I'm relaxing. I thought of you and I thought I'd send you a text. How is writing going?" he asked with interest.

Not only did he texted to you, but he also remembered that you were a writer. Your heart began to melt at the thought.

"Well, I'm about to start writing my new book. Basic Instinct was the inspiration for it, but in my version, the man is a supernatural killer and the female character is the cop."

"I love that movie." Corinthian growled. That didn't surprise you. Paul Verhoeven's 1992 film was a great mix of erotica and thriller.

What you didn't tell him is that he inspired your male character. Of course, not the killer part, but his looks and his huge sex drive.

"That sounds great. I'll read it as soon as it comes out, but first I will sign it with you." he said kindly, You twisted your hair like a teenage girl and promised him that you would sign his copy.

"Look Y/N, I called you not only for that, but to ask...would you like to meet next Saturday? We could go for lunch or a walk." Corinthian asked.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would jump out of place. Of course you said yes to the invitation. Since he already knew where you live, you arranged for him to pick you up at 1 o’clock and then you wished each other good night.

Is this going to be a date or am I just trying to make myself believe that? you asked yourself. By next Saturday, your period will be over and no matter what, you'll have to wear something hot. You will take your birth control potion in a small bottle with you, because it's obvious that he invited you out with that intention. You couldn't wait for the week to pass...

The long-awaited Saturday has arrived. Not only did you start writing your new book this week, but you also made yourself to be even more desirable. You bought new sexy lingerie, went to a beauty salon for a pampering massage and had French manicure done on your nails.

You wore white shorts, a red halter neck top and black high-heeled sandals for the meeting. You looked at the clock in the living room. It’s going to be 1 in 10 minutes, so you left and waited for Corinthian outside on the sidewalk in front of your house. While you were waiting, you wondered what kind of car he might have. You could imagine an old, classic one for him, you thought that modern cars were not his style.

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Serious question:

I have been wondering for a while, why people call The Corinthian ‘babygirl’? Because when I see him I think “you hot nightmare” and “I’m going to climb you like a tree”

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You cast a spell on me

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: horror and adult themes

Rating: 18+

Notes: - This is my first fanfic, I have never written one before. - This post from @thecorilove86 was my main inspiration, plus I had time and I was in the mood for it so I thought I give it a shot. - Back in the day I was a huge fan of Charmed and that inspired me to write Reader as a modern day witch. - The inspiration for reader's apartment

PART 2. HERE

You are a witch in your 30s, living in Los Angeles and working as a fantasy writer. You went to a bar one night and You met The Corinthian there. You asked him his name, but he didn't tell You, so You didn’t tell him Yours either. Regardless, you found eachother attractive and after chatting a little bit, you decided to go to Your place…

”Would you like to drink something?” you asked your guest.

"Didn't we just come from a bar?" chuckled the handsome man with sunglasses while he took off his beige suit jacket and placed it on the bar stool in the kitchen.

"Well, I was just being polite," you said embarrassed, then took out two elegant drinking glasses from the kitchen cabinet and poured whiskey into them. You felt weird. You are usually confident with men, but your guest made you feel like you were a teenager on a date with your crush and didn't know how to behave.

"I leave it up to you. By the way, where do I find the bathroom?”

"Next to the stairs to the right"

"Thanks"

While the man left for the bathroom, you went to his jacket and started searching in it. You knew it was wrong and you would never do such a thing, but your witch instincts told you something was wrong with the guy and you better find out what it was.

And you were right.

You found a sharp knife in the inside pocket of his jacket. You were scared at first, but weren't surprised, because to tell the truth, you had already guessed at the bar that there was something else behind the hot looks. You have been in dangerous situations before, but thanks to your supernatural abilities you always survived. If this man were to attack you, you would fly him to the other end of the room with one hand movement or teleport the knife out of his hand. Still, you wanted to know his intentions. You didn't want to interrogate him like a policewoman, since after all you brought him to your apartment to have fun, so you put a little truth potion in one of the glasses of whiskey, which makes even the best liar tell the truth. When your guest returned to the kitchen, you handed him the whiskey, he sipped it and slowly began to walk around your apartment. You joined him and waited for the potion to work. The man looked at your home curiously. After the kitchen came the dining room, then a cozy living room with an L-shaped sofa and an electric fireplace, which you loved because you didn't have to cut wood for it. Your furniture was in silver and cream colours because you didn't like the dark ones.

Modern, sexy and elegant. This place is just like you, the handsome blond thought to himself. You also drank from the drink and in the meantime you wondered if the truth potion has worked, so you started asking questions. "You didn't tell me your name at the bar, but I'm curious. Who are you, what's your name?"

"My name is The Corinthian and I am a nightmare. Sandman made me and I escaped from The Dreaming so I could finally do what I wanted." the man said with complete confidence.

"Sandman? Who sprinkles magical sand onto people's eyes so they have pleasant dreams?” you asked surprised.

"Yes."

Not human. So that's why he had such an effect on you. "And what do you do?" you asked, then downed most of your drink.

"I'll sleep with anyone who's available at the moment, and I'll kill them if I have to." Corinthian said all this as naturally as if he was talking about the weather.

Although the drink already had a pleasant effect on you, Corinthian's brutal honesty affected you as if you had been hit by a car, but you tried not to show it. There were many things on your mind, but you could only ask one thing.

"Do you want to kill me too?" you asked

"Not if you don't give me a reason," Corinthian said suggestively as he sipped his drink.

As Corinthian looked at you, even though no harm could come to you, you felt both fear and desire. It's true that the man just confessed to being a murderer, but at the same time he's insanely handsome, you thought to yourself. Even though you were the witch, he cast a spell on you. There was something in him, in his being, in his aura... You had always been attracted to men with darker hair, and now you were faced with a blond guy who could pass for a model, and whose sunglasses made him even more mysterious and irresistible.

Danger and Sex. You could best describe the man with these two words. Before your thoughts wandered to some naughtier places, you continued the conversation.

"I have to tell you something: I'm not human either, I'm a witch." you confessed.

Corinthian raised an eyebrow, you couldn't tell if he liked the answer or not.

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My #1 post of 2022

The comparison of The Corinthian and Cassidy

Hello there! I hope everyone is doing fine! In this post I looked at the similarities and differences between The Corinthian from Netflix's Sandman and Proinsias Cassidy from AMC's Preacher (they are originally from DC comics). I did this because I love both men and I thought it would be interesting to take a little closer examination at them 😀

DISCLAIMER: This post features mentions of violence, horror and adult themes so do not read it if you are under 18! Also, spoilers for both shows.

NOTES: - I never read the comics, this post is about the show version of the characters (as it is mentioned above). - Keep in mind that these are my views and opinions therefore they may differ from yours. - I didn't go into depths, I wrote in general terms. - At the end of the post I listed the sources that I used and helped me in this writing. - The most important: All this was written for simple fun, please, no mean comments! 😇

THE STORY: Sandman: Morpheus, the personification of dreams and one of the seven Endless, is captured in an occult ritual in 1916. After being held captive for 106 years, Dream escapes and sets out to restore order to his realm, the Dreaming.

Preacher: Jesse Custer is a hard-drinking, chain-smoking preacher who, enduring a crisis of faith, becomes infused with an extraordinary power. He embarks on a quest to better understand his new gift and literally find God, alongside his trigger-happy ex-girlfriend, Tulip, and new vampire friend, Cassidy.

THE ACTORS: Boyd Holbrook: American actor known for Narcos, Logan, The Predator. Joe Gilgun: English actor known for Misfits, This Is England, Brassic.

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21 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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paragonrobits · 2 years

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Sandman episode 3 thoughts! I'd like to open up my thoughts by saying that if I had a nickel for every Time a wisecracking sidekick proved to have been a human in a previous life that regrets their actions and serves as a moral compass, well... I would probably have more than two nickels. But Matthew reminds me a lot of Morte from planescape torment. I've been excited to see him ever since episode ones teaser and he does not disappoint. I'm a sucker for worldweary wisecracking sidekicks that feel put upon

I should note that I'm not that familiar with Constantine as a character, beyond his appearance in the original comic, general vibes in the greater DC universe, and that one animated movie where king shark was his ex. And that live action movie with Keanu Reeves but I think most agree its a in name only thing. Nice adaptation though.

Its been a while since I read the issue this episode takes a lot from, but the horror elements are seriously downplayed; there's no rooms made of meat that uses to be someone. I woukd factor this up to a case of benefit of retrospect; I've been told the original angle of the comic was horror, but that went over time. Personally I think it works fine, even if that was a stark moment in the comic

Johanna works great as a character, with a lot of the beats the character should hit; without having to do an origin story or give you the broad strokes, you get a sense of her as someone working spooky stuff with a bad habit of relationships going awry and is plagued by regrets. It really did remind me of the Constantine movie, I don't know if that's bad or not of me.

The stuff with the Cripps is very good at conveying a lot of history without having to tell you a lot; you get a real sense of their problems with each other without them having to clarify that much. I am curious what john did with the ruby, which sounds incredibly nightmarish the more you think about it. I suspect the bit about effectively retconning Dream out of existence is going to be important, AND an extremely bad idea.

So that talisman of protection, huh? That's an effective means of protecting, splattering anyone who tries to harm you. I actually assumed that Ethel cast a spell on ol' chompy eyes last episode to splatter him!

I am very scared for john and the more I we how friendly the Corinthian is being with him I want to yell PLEASE RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW. The coat thing feels very prelude to murder. Or it might be genuine? Mr 'i bite with my blink' is hard to read.

We see more indications that Dream is kibd to people, just very wary and fed up with human arrogance, and the stuff with john I di area he may have a point there, but at the same time, abandoning those in need is not good for him to do. We see him do a good thing by relieving others of chronic nightmares and sleeplessness, problems likely caused by his imprisonment. We see him fulfilling his function!

Matthew really is ride and die at first sight.

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macaronnya · 2 years

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Hello Enstarries~☆ Another batch of ramblings is coming right up! Valkyrie is the next unit to be rated and as it's a duo, it will be on the shorter side once more. Considering how long the last posts were, this is probably for the best. Especially because they're just gonna grow longer once we come to the 11th, where I do 3 units at once. My head is so full of Nijisanji's newest wave ILUNA's song "Let's get it started" it's unreal. So sry if my descriptions are a bit weirder or lackluster? this time. I've been listening to it on loop for the whole day now.

DISCLAIMER!: Everything said here is for entertainment purposes only and not meant to attack anyone. This is not an accurate description of any characters but my subjective rambling for fun, so please don't take it too seriously. (Just to be safe, I'm kinda scared of elite idol fans) Also, you will hear me mention other games a bunch of times bc I'm that bad and uncreative at explaining and I'm still grieving A3!EN's shutdown. Eng is my 2nd (or 3rd?) language so there might be some weird grammar or spelling mistakes. And I write at 3 am usually.

Without further ado..Let's Ensemble!☆

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The first song Enthralling Theatre hits like a meteor. It's so dramatic with hits with its notes, instrumentals and singing like no tomorrow. And I think that's just the best way to describe the music of Valkyrie. I love music that's like this, gothic-like, dark castle-like, vampire-ish. It's dark, mysterious but dramatic! Not at all boring. I love it SOOO MUCH💜💜💜 and ofc the mixing of orchestra instruments with modern instruments like an electric guitar is just 👌 I'm always a sucker for songs with a mix of "contrasting" instruments. And that's just perfect for an unit focusing so much on beauty and art, yes? Art is all about innovation, re-invention and mixing things together. This steampunk aesthetic fits like a glove, since the industrialisation is the beginning of a completely new era for the world in all kinds of fields. The intersecting point of the "past" and the "future" so to say. Likewise, the theme of a puppeteer and his puppet reminds me of E.T.A. Hoffmann's novelle "The Sandman" (1816) as well, which is wild bc I never thought I'd ever bring up a book I had to read for school again, especially here on tumblr of all places???? but life always finds a way huh. I'll spare you the book review and just say, one of its focal point is where the end of a human and the beginning of a doll starts, as the protagonist falls in love with a doll, thinking (delusionally) she's a real human girl and gradually spirals into madness due to childhood trauma.

So, uh, yeah. The vibe is immaculate. I love the deep bordeux red with the gold accents. Outfits fit the steampunk, 19th century, victorian aesthethic. I have to say though that the "corsets" look ugly. I know the trend of wearing a "belt corset" or corset-like top is prevailent in Lolita fashion and popular today through cottagecore, and it is very pretty sometimes. But it just doesn't work well here. Maybe bc the pattern is curving so weirdly, and slightly too long for it to look nice. Corsets are for breast and back support first (so it's longer obv), then the ideal sillouette. For the middle 19th century, that would be a sinched waist amd wide shoulders. Obv it's not doing supporting nor shaping here, so it's just a bit off. And the shoes are just too long. They'd look nice if they were just a bit shorter. The big lower part of their jackets add a bit of dramatic flair.

I just noticed upon editing, that their standard uniforms are different from their first song covers, which I thought was always the same for every group, and....I just wanna say that it looks quite a bit better actually. l Love LOVE Mika's butterfly brooch and thank Mademoiselle their corsets aren't there.

7/10 - not me talking about everything else except them the music and theme is a solid 8 but I heard their dynamic is a bit.....complicated.....especially with ex-Valkyrie or whatever with Nazuna

Shu Itsuki

Hoo boi. Shu is quite something. Another dramatic 🌹 person. Apparently, it's canonly recognized that there are a whole group of eccentrics lol What catched my attention first was, to no one's surprise, his voice. He sings so....roughly? Not quite that but it sounds like he's straining his throat? It has a certain texture to it that worries me a bit. Like, is it how he naturally sings? I didn't like it at first but now it's normal. I like his hat. With his black ruffles and cravat, he sure looks like a nobleman. It fits with his high and mighty attitude. Although, I was surprised to see that he did know humilty and does give credit where it's due. Differently to a certain other short haired and tsundere-ish idol coughIzumicough. He seems to be very passionate about art and is actively pursuing it in Paris. Considering his doll's name, I take it he knows french? I can already imagine him having tea time with her and drinking tea with a pinky up. I heard that's actually rude though. He used to be very toxic to achieve his perfect realisation of his idea, though, which drove off Nazuna and worsened Mika's low self-esteem. It seems he got better but nothing in life is so easy to change. Especially one's personality and habits. Now, Mademoiselle I already knew about but what I didn't know, was that he actually lets her speak like??? I thought he only brought her everywhere, cared for her and only he "heard" her voice but nope. He's her voice provider. Good for him to master ventriloquism (I had to google this word). Ngl it is somewhat "weird" and I have a few questions. Does he actually believe she's real? How did this even happen? Is she basically his inner voice, that he is too shy or prideful to express? I mean, how am I to interpret the "Shu" namecard or how it's called when she's speaking. How expensive is her wardrobe? But if there's no harm in it then who cares? Sry but I have to mention that him being roasted by Mademoiselle reminded me of Robbie and Rex from Victorious 😭 Or the song of greed, Judgement of Corruption, from the Vocaloid Evillious Chronicles song series.

6/10 - kinda rude and I'd probably explode after 1 convo with him but he's interesting enough

Mika Kagehira

Y'ALL'D'VE BAMBOOZLED ME. And with y'all I mean only him, I just wanted to use this ridiculous abbreviation hehe~ I heard he was a precious cinnamon bun that had to be protected and is self-deprecating. I didn't know he saw himself as a doll, though. I know it's supposed to be more sad but I had to take a second when he said he yearned for Shu's touch of maintenace. *bonks self* Who hurt him??? Like, yeah his idolisation of Shu just churned this vicious cycle of them worsening their terrible mentality but I'm sure his self-esteem issue already existed before meeting him, no? I wonder if his urban upbringing had smth to do with that? Toxic masculinity? Stereotypically, people on the country are more "traditional" and this whole unit's aesthetic, which Mika might have always liked even before meeting Shu, might've be off-putting to such toxic ideals, hence low self-esteem through bullying, etc? I didn't expect that dialect from him at all. It's pretty subtle ofc. But with how smooth and lovely his voice sounded...I mean dialects and accents don't determine anything except where they grew up but still. That aspect reminds me of Epel (Twisted Wonderland). I just remembered he has heterochromia so maybe that's the reason for his self-loathing. I really just forgot the easiest "reason" to bully smn (there' never a reason). For some assumptions: He might agree with you, when you insult him and he cries easily. "Snakes don't have arms to hug" 😭🤧 Guillible and prone to be pranked on April fools.

7/10 - needs therapy, a hug, and to be told that he's very adorable and pretty (those gloves suck tho)

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Conclusion

Honestly, it's basically the same thing like Knights, where I mostly like everything except the characters due to not enough infos, which makes sense for fresh impressions. Though I'm slowly really stretching the f r e s h, considering Engstars has been out for a month already 😅 GOSH I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SAY THAT Sei shounen yuugi AND Eternal Weaving ARE ALSO ABSOLUTE B A N G E R S. AND Acanthe. Shame on me.

Anyways, I might or might not have lied with having a short post this time. It sure is shorter than the previous one but.....I had more to say than expected. I swear, I already knew most of this from before the game release. Or only shortly after.

Well, this is the ending for today. If you have smth you wanna share, don't hold back and just remember everyone's here for a good time. See y'all laterz alligators~☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #Valkyrie #macaron rambles #I googled grammar rules for and bc I really use them quite often but I just always forget when to use a comma #when will I not post at 4am

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sanoiro · 5 years

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Right now it doesn't matter what's is written on the boards but there are spoilers there without having to read the blurry squares but one or two things I *can* read.

1) Until the 4th column - the numbers are singular but next to the 5th there is one more number which I assume is the number 8. That means that we might have the episodes divided 8+8 and so they have developed the first half of the story there as a compact storyline. This also means that the writers have NOT decided to water down the season to fit 16 episodes, on the contrary, they packed the first half with everything they wanted for S5.

2) Each row is dedicated to just one character. The 1st is Lucifer and it can be seen as well as that the 2nd is Chloe. The 3rd I believe is Maze, 4th Amen and the 5th Ella. The 6th can be Dan but where is Linda you may ask?

Sometimes the rows are dedicated also to storylines which are intertwined or there can be at the other side of the wall ;) So no worries there!

Do not be confused by the lack of written words in a square as it might be the light and the fact that the episodes are now restructured. What is more interesting is how they are distributed

3) The storyline thickens close to columns 4th and 5th which means that the episodes will take elements of each square for now. Still, you can see that the 5th row is important for the very end. I remind you that I believe that’s Ella’s row so keep an eye on that character on S5 she may surprise us but I wouldn't say it has to do something with Elain as much as perhaps with Azrael.

4) The last row is written in red and orange and as you can see there are a lot written there so I suppose it's for the new guests of S5 and by the colours they might be two of them aka 2 plots. Also, note they do not occupy much space in columns 1 & 2. That might be because we have other things to worry about there like Lucifer in Hell etc... Btw there is a bts which might be ours but I’m not sure as the set is constructed in our old stage and is easily made and will also be easily taken down so it makes sense to use it for just an episode or two and then scrap it.

5) Most of what is written cannot be read but there is just one word in the 3rd column at Chloe's row. The word at first seemed like WED but then the lines appeared to spell WILD. I can wildly speculate what that means & a few more things if my eyes do not deceive me.

On the 4th column of Chloe, there is also the word She with big letters and that sentence ends in an exclamation mark. :) On the 5th column, there is again a highlighted word which I cannot make out easily but... Perhaps it’s wishful thinking (Ana ;P) or something although I’m not 100% on that wagon. So what do I presume the 5th column has written on Chloe’s row? I think there is the word child in it but no idea... Seriously no idea... Do remember this is speculation. My other speculation on that word is that’s Ella’s name there.

6) On Lucifer’s 4th column there is written the number 2735 in huge bold writing. It can easily also be 2785 but no matter it does not make sense aside if we get to the bible verses and try to find the one that fits.

Yet that seemed a bit too easy so this morning I decided to leave the Bible behind and check something else... Like the Lucifer and Sandman comics issues 27 and 35....

Lucifer #27

This issue’s title is Purgatorio... Rather fitting huh? The story is actually part of a whole that starts since #1 and revolves around my favourite storyline of Lucifer but anyways. The most notable parts of the comic in my opinion, if they want to use them for inspiration, are the following:

I’m not saying we will get Michael but it’s one of the few times that God appears in the comics. Let’s say that His appearances are well-strategized in the 75 issues.

Lucifer #35

The title here is Come to Judgement... Ouch....

This issue deals with a lot of things most notably Lucifer’s trip to another realm, Ellain’s murder, Gaudium etc but I cannot find any real connection or I just cannot see it with the plot of S5.

Sandman #27

Part of the Season of Mists... That says it all... It’s the story where we actually see Lucifer in Sandman.

This is one of the most interesting issues of Sandman for Lucifer lovers as it resolves the matter - at least immediately after Lucifer’s abdication - of who is going to rule Hell. It also gives a beautiful example on how Remiel in a way is ordered to Fall as Hell needs to exist for Heaven’s sake. Pun intended...

Sandman #35

Again like in the 35th issue of Lucifer this issue does not include any relevant storyline but I like Nuala which I once wondered if it was the source for Ella’s cheery character in the show... No idea though.

#lucifer season 5 #lucifer speculation #lucifer spoilers

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On another note Lucifer is actually pretty enjoyable in a campy way as long as you don’t think too hard about it being related to sandman

I haven't watched that yet, so I'll check it out! On the subject of supernatural shows, I'd recommend Diablero on Netflix - it's really good, probably the best of that kind of show out at the moment (better than the more recent Supernatural series), and it reminds me a lot of the Constantine movie that had Keanu Reeves in it (which I really like). Also, Love Death and Robots is really good, and I especially liked Sonnie's Edge - that episode was dark and really well crafted; the sound, the imagery (idk if metaphor is the right word, but y'all know what I mean), the twists, the writing, it was really well put together.

On a massive tangent (but since we're talking about watching things on Netflix), I'm still looking for a good horror movie that either isn't pretentious or is good enough to carry its pretentiousness. This new wave of pretentious horror films (alongside boring cookie cutter ones and so many sequels and remakes and spin-offs) is getting really tiresome, because they seem to think that if you just say it's a horror film and kill a few people in the few brief breaks we get from having depression or philosophy forced down our throats, then that makes it a horror film... it's like no dude, you've got to make it scary. I clearly don't mind having metaphors, deeper messages, etc (again, Sonnie's Edge, and Love Death and Robots as a whole, uses that stuff well, and I like other stuff that does too, like Annihilation and The Night Eats The World), but I just don't want that stuff to come at the cost of what makes a film good.

Like, Annihilation was good because it actually managed to be creepy and unnerving (honestly, that film genuinely triggered some really specific OCD shit I have, and that was great, haven't been genuinely scared by a horror film in years... like, sometimes I just wanna feel like clawing my skin off after watching a horror film, is that too much to ask), and the characters were good, and when the weird fight happened towards the end it was a little anticlimactic, but it was still alright because you had actually invested time in her character growth and it was interesting to watch her figure out what was happening and come up with a solution; also it didn't spell shit out for you, like it had enough faith in the audience to expect them to notice tiny details on their own. The Night Eats The World was pretty good too because even though it was slow and quiet, you could feel the build up, you cared about the character, etc.

But then you had Bird Box that had such a good premise but then let you down at every hurdle - the character growth was completely missing, the jumping between times just caused spoilers, the creatures were inconsistent and absolutely shit (like you can have an unexplained monster but you need to do it right, inconsistency ruins immersion, these monsters just did whatever was convenient for the plot, for example, you can't look at them through a video but the news footage at the beginning didn't kill anyone and you could still see shapes and colours through the blindfold, and one person was willing to immediately crash a car to kill themself and someone they've loved for their whole life but another dude could resist it for long enough to protect some people he's known just a few years, it didn't make sense), the ableism was annoying (legit a friend said to me "The mentally ill can't go crazy because they're already crazy." and it's like dude the creatures made people suicidal by showing them something that would push them to suicide, mental illness doesn't render you incapable of being pushed to suicide, and they literally did "go crazy" if they were already "crazy", mentally ill people became dangerous and sporadically deranged, while mentally sound people killed themselves), and the worst thing was the sound design (look, if you have a movie where you can't see and you're being guided by sound, fucking get the sound right, make it get louder and quieter based on closeness, use the speakers to give it some direction, but instead some fucking wind-chimes were just as loud across a river and down the path as they were right next to them, and the birds were just as loud all the way through the forest except quiet when the creatures started talking... which makes no sense because the movie was literally named based on the fact that the birds made noise when the creatures were about). Also Ravenous/Les Affamés was SO BAD - if I wanted to watch people sit solemnly in silence for hours, only broken by the occasional bad joke, I'd go work in an office, and there was absolutely no substantial plot or tension, it just dragged on and on while you sat there wishing the zombies would just come in and eat these shitty characters.

I'm starved man, I need good horror, but Hollywood and Netflix are just churning out either cookie cutter plots, endless sequels, or pretentious shit that lacks any of the things that make a horror movie good. And don't even get me started on found footage films, I am so tired of people sacrificing a lot of quality when it comes to character building and cinematography and basically every aspect of the movie, just to have it be found footage style - like, that style can work, but not if you are fucking up everything else about the movie and not even using that style right. Cloverfield did it right. Apollo 18 did it so badly, and had such a shit plot, that I feel like it should be a criminal offense to call that atrocity a film.

EDIT: I forgot to add that The Purge series is good, it takes the slasher formula and does something new with it, and it manages to get political points across without preaching to you or being full of itself. And despite having messages and stuff, it still manages to be a good horror film - they don't detract from the film, and they didn't sacrifice the quality or horror for the sake of having a message.

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Harassment

Okay, this is literally a oneshot that just looks at the immaturity of the Titans.

Might seem ooc or very unlikely but it really is just a humour piece. Don’t read too much into it.

It’s modelled after one of my favourite scenes of NCIS. It’s flippin’ hilarious and I found myself wondering what it would be like with our fave hero network. It would probably help to go and watch the scene I am talking about just so the context is kinda backing it up.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCp9RGGliDQ

I just don’t want people commenting like oh my god, it isn’t something to joke about. I know but for this particular scene; it really is funny, especially if you are invested in NCIS as a show, like moi.

It is purely being written because it reminds me of some kind of high school situation.

The big screen buzzed with light as yet another slide appeared before them all.

Superman cleared his throat and turned to face them, with the remote still in hand, pressing a button to turn on the lights in the room.

“As you can all see from the presentation, there are many forms of harassment in the workplace that can go somewhat... unnoticed. These little signs shouldn’t go without being addressed when you feel uncomfortable.” He paused and glanced over the faces staring back at him.

Rows of Titans sat there, staring back at him as he spoke. Their expressions varied from mildly interested to absolutely bored senseless. And, Superman was fairly certain he could hear snoring but he wasn’t sure who exactly it was.

Cyborg sighed, his fingers clasped together atop of the small desk he had been sat at. He was struggling but his eyes were on the Kryptonian as he continued to drone on about the topic at hand. They had all, needless to say, been reluctant to turn up to the watchtower this morning for the mandatory meeting.

The league had suggested that they were all very young still, despite being in their early 20’s and needed to be made aware of the dangers that can occur in the workplace; even if the occupation in question was a superhero.

There was a whole bunch of meetings like this they still had to look forward to such as health and safety, performance issues, discrimination... things like that. Things that normal, white collared folks usually had to worry about.

And of course, the Titan network obliged their mentors and superiors and attended the meetings as expected. However, who was to blame them if they lost interest about 2 minutes in?

Beast Boy grumbled a little and jolted as he sat back in his chair, mouth agape with a yawn falling from his lips. He was on the very edge of falling asleep to the rant that Superman was giving them. He probably didn’t want to be there with them that much either but alas, duties such as these were more often than not, shifted to his attention. Or Batman’s but you had more luck convincing Superman with this kind of topic.

Garfield’s head dangled slightly over his girlfriend’s desk that was placed just behind him. Raven had an eyebrow raised and she was mildly content with watching the shape shifter drift in and out of consciousness.

Hands clasped and resting under her chin, she was trying her best not to smile at how funny the situation seemed. It was just so ridiculous that they were having a meeting like this. She had no qualms making an appearance but she was vaguely wondering if something like harassment had, could or would ever happen within the Titan network.

Starfire was one of the very few Titans who appeared somewhat curious of what Superman was saying. She was sat at her little desk, a hand raised with her chin resting upon it. There was a pen in her other hand, trying to be accommodating and note down points of importance.

Nightwing sat beside her at his tiny desk. He leaned back against the seat with his arms crossed over his chest, suppressing sigh after sigh. He supposed the topic was valid but then another part of him continued to scoff at that. He blinked wearily behind his mask and grinned at the sight of Kid Flash who sat a seat ahead of him, with Aqualad sat between them.

Wally was jerking every now and then as he tried to defend himself from the sandman’s spell. His head drooped lower and lower before abruptly snapping back up with a snort of confusion, followed by realisation of where he was.

Many other Titans were scattered amongst them, all sat at a desk, much like that of a high school class which really didn’t help the playful atmosphere in the room.

Kole, Argent, Hotspot, Speedy, Bumblebee, Jinx, Mas y Menos, Jericho, Killowat... literally everyone had been summoned today.

“A teammate looking you up and down with certain intentions... or a teammate showing you a photo of an inappropriate nature.” Superman continued,

Beast Boy grinned and leaned back some more to murmur to Raven, “If you’re lucky.”

“Or... a teammate might-“ The man of steel curled his index and middle fingers to show air quotes, “’Accidentally’ brush a hand up against your body.”

Raven tilted forward, eyes on her boyfriend, “If you’re really lucky.” She deadpanned, causing the changeling to grin even more,

Superman turned to the projection screen again as another slide popped up, revealing a set of traffic lights,

“Physical contact can be split into three areas.” He began as Speedy raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hot Spot, “Green light includes normal behaviour. Yellow light includes borderline behaviour such as hugs or-”

Starfire abruptly stood up, her chair scraping the floor and her hand going up, waiting to ask a question. Her eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was fixed against her features.

Superman inhaled, “Yes, Starfire?”

“Please... what is wrong with hugging people? I hug my friends all of the time.” She mumbled, feeling meek,

The broad man shrugged, “Well, whilst you might see it as being friendly, your teammates may find it offensive.”

Starfire’s expression shifted to one of concern, turning to look over the Titans who were glancing up at her.

“Oh! You are offended when I hug you all?” She gasped, hands curling against her chest,

There was a low but soothing rumble of “no” throughout the room, reassuring the alien.

The Princess beamed and lightly clapped her hands, “Then I shall continue to give out the hugs!” She affirmed, earning a smirk from Nightwing and a quiet chuckle from Cyborg.

“This is an important part, Starfire. You must first ask for permission from your teammates before hugging them.”

Starfire’s hands fell to her sides and her expression turned incredulous, “As in... every single time?” She asked in disbelief,

Superman nodded before shaking his head and turning to continue talking,

Her expression still one of confusion and mild defiance, she slumped back into her chair. Nightwing turned his head in her direction and flashed her a smile, picking up the hand closest to him.

Bringing his girlfriend’s hand to his lips, he gently kissed her skin to reassure her that her hugs wouldn’t be a problem. She squeezed his hand in return and offered him a tiny smile that Dick could have sworn was bordering on flirtatious.

He released her hand as Superman’s voice echoed against the walls,

“And finally, there is red light behaviour which is deliberate, unwelcomed touching-”

As the last word fell from his mouth, Raven sat forward and licked Beast Boy’s cheek in a brief moment of playfulness. She didn’t allow herself to be childish too much but Garfield tended to bring it out a little more in her.

Beast Boy yelped loudly and stumbled to his feet, rubbing at his face and becoming the centre of attention, leaving Raven to smirk.

Superman exhaled and rested a hand against his hip, “Another question?”

The changeling awkwardly blinked before stammering, “Um... y-yeah... what if you slap someone in the back of the head like this-”

With that he smacked the back of Cyborg’s head, resulting in the cybernetic man returning fire with a thump to his upper thigh. Beastboy grunted and his voice turned to more of a croak.

Beast Boy bit his lip, “Would that... be considered inappropriate behaviour?” He grumbled,

“Absolutely,” Superman agreed, folding his arms over his chest, “are you saying that this has actually happened?”

The green skinned jokester awkwardly pouted his lips, his eyes shifting to his leader who had indeed dealt a few head slaps every now and then.

Nightwing merely raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, as if challenging his teammate to continue,

Wally and Starfire both smirked and forced themselves to stare at their desks, knowing full well what Dick sometimes did to get Beast Boy’s attention back on a case or mission.

Beast Boy made a popping sound with his lips before rapidly shaking his head,

“Erm... no... I was just wondering; that’s all...” He commented before sliding back into his seat, reaching back to gently pinch Raven’s leg.

Her nose scrunched and she immediately kicked the underneath of his chair, causing him to mouth the word, ‘Ow’.

Superman peered at them for a moment, “Are there any more questions before I go on?”

Wally furrowed his eyebrows and was seemingly wide awake now, “Yeah, I got a question-”

“Go ahead, Wally.”

“So... okay, I get the harassment kinda stuff but what about when you’re dating another teammate... because I’m pretty sure almost half of us in here are dating someone else in here.”

Superman’s brow crinkled, “Well... what’d you mean?”

“Like does it count as harassment or does it just count as some tender loving to your partner?”

A number of Titans smirked at that, including Nightwing who was already picturing how the rest of this conversation was going to go.

“Give me an example.”

Wally shrugged, “Okay, say I get up and go plant one of Jinx. Is that bad or acceptable because she’s my girlfriend?”

“Well-”

“Or is it more like if I get up, pull my pants down and start doing her-”

With a loud yelp, Wally found the legs of his chair snapping and he ended up on his ass, looking around in confusion. That was, until he saw a half irate looking Jinx with glowing pink eyes.

“It was an example Jinx!” He called, only for her to roll her eyes,

Getting up, Wally sat cross legged on the desk instead of trying to find another chair.

“No, Wally... that would be fine. It would be inappropriate for the second one though-”

The speedster suddenly clicked his fingers, “Oh! Or is it to do with gender?”

Superman pinched the bridge of his nose, thoroughly exasperated already, “What are you talking about?”

“Like, okay, it’d be inappropriate to go and make out with Jinx... but is it because she’s girl?”

“Well, not-”

“I mean, if I was to go up to Dick and-”

Nightwing shuddered, “Ew... dude. Please. I didn’t need that kinda mental image.”

Wally blew a kiss at his best friend, “You know you want me.”

Starfire meekly tilted her head to look at Wally, “Yes, please friend. I would also prefer if you refrain from doing such things with my boyfriend-“

Superman deeply exhaled, “Titans. Focus. Please.” He turned to Wally, “No, Wally. It goes for any gender; the principle is the same. It’s still inappropriate behaviour.”

Wally seemed to accept that and shrugged, quietening down.

The dark haired hero took a breath before continuing, “Alright, now we’ll move onto red flags of harassment in conversation-”

Suddenly, a series of beeps erupted from Nightwing’s communicator. He brought it out to check it over.

“Oh thank you God.” Beast Boy breathed,

“Titans,” He started, addressing his own immediate team, “Trouble down main street; Control Freak looks to be causing some trouble at the movieplex.”

“Now he’s someone who needs a lesson in harassment.” Cyborg muttered, getting up from his chair,

“Agreed, Cyborg... and a lesson in the personal hygiene...” Starfire replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust,

As the five original Titans moved to get up, Superman shook his head,

“Guys, you can’t just-”

“It’s okay, Supes. I’ll write down the important stuff for them.” Wally stated,

Superman paused before giving up and waving them off, “Alright, alright. Go.”

Nightwing grinned and shuffled out of the watchtower as quickly as possible with his team in tow, determined to get the hell out whilst they had the chance.

“Hey, Supes? I think I got another question,” Dick heard Wally mumble as he left.

#teen titans #ncis #nightwing #robstar #starfire #beast boy #bbrae #raven #cyborg #oneshot #humour #i couldn't help myself #it is 5am #WHOOPS #but still #random oneshot #nightglider124

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