Nettle Briar @Ulfra_Wolfe@awoo.space

I went to get some water bottles I left near a bench. We hid in the darkness hoping the normie would pass. They didn't, so I went to get the water bottles and move on. They said to me "whoa, it was like you just appeared from the darkness" I said, "basically"

So the local neighborhood near the BPA trail miiiiight just have some rumors to tell of "satanist activity" around the trail. Willow and I went out to spar, and she's been using my heavy black wool cloak, and we were spotted three separate times. She even has a baphomet necklace haha, and she definitely played the part.

~ S Y N C H R O N I C I T Y ~

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Cute gay romances are cute and gay

(CW: Exposed Breasts) Baphomet

If you put no effort in protecting the weak, your chivalry ain't nothin' to me.

There's way too many dudes out there who think that women have some sort of "cheat code" where if you perform the right ritual, they will totally devote themselves to you.

Sorry, you gotta share my convictions and values or there's no deal.

If you talk from the heart and are completely genuine with another, you'd be surprised at the results.

She totally woo'd me. Like... "Wow, okay, I didn't realize how much I wanted to see this, but now I REALLY want this, fuck this dream, let's bail".

I'd leave my family for it without thinking about it, because they didn't feel my actual family.

I remember the last time I had a family dream so potent, I was all... sad that I couldn't have that. Like to the point of crying because I realized I was waking up

I feel like something got unlocked somewhere. Freed

It was... interesting to say the least. I'm not sure what to think of it still.

I'm not sure what she looked like. Long tangled black hair I think, but she could have been of any skin color really.

There was the subtle suggestion of penetration by someone much bigger than me that didn't actually kill me in that. >.>

And I basically melted at her words and jumped over to her. Then she dove into this pool of water to get me far away from the family, pressing my head between her breasts to make sure I didn't breathe any water in, as I tend to do when my nose is uncovered.

I was thinking throughout the dream of various kinky macro/micro things so she wasn't completely out of the blue, but now she was interrupting the actual narrative. And she was standing in the living room (which had the dimensions for her somehow). She ignored everyone else and looked down at me, telling me to come with her. And the longer I resisted her, the "more pain I would be in" -- which seemed more like a kinky promise than a threat, given what I'm into.

He listened to me, and then... suddenly decided for us to pack us all up and move far away. I didn't understand why and I was getting increasingly upset.

Then there was this ... weird break in the dream. Something that didn't belong but suddenly did? A giant of a shamanic woman, dressed in leaves and with potions dangling from her belt.

So I had this dream... I was living in a house with a bunch of people. There was this shifty dude who wanted a place to stay, and I was thinking we could at least get rent from him (looks like I wasn't learning my lesson on jumping in cohabitation with people, but I was also afraid of hurting his feelings and starting to get invested in the idea). I was talking to... my dad, I guess. Or the dad of this dream.