#whatwouldyoudo

Please do not think me a creep. Or think me to be the bad kind of weird.

But as I lay on my bed without you here with me in this moment. I feel my soul crying out for you. I feel my vibrations from my heart send out a Morse code to yours. Searching for you.

Stay safe, until we meet and after.

From,

Angeldream!Ezekiel: *Senses a tired or lonely scared person.* *Is holding a book.* Hey…..Um…..I sense feelings from you that aren’t good for ya’, homie, you want me to read you something?……. (You can decide the book he’s holding in the roleplay depending on your favourite story.)

(Help I actually saw people say Ezekiel kinda looks like or looks like dream, I don’t hate on the dsmp fandom except for the bad or toxic parts of the fandom being a regular fan or huge fan that doesn’t do weird stuff with real people is today and I don’t think harassment is okay nor do I condone it criticism to any fans doing weird or toxic stuff, yea, waiting until they grow out of it yea unless what they did was genuinely fucked.) (most people grow out of shipping real victim but the adults who do it need to learn it isn’t okay.)

Many ways focus on the roleplay and art challenge.

You’re at the renfaire, the sounds and smells of a bygone era great you as you make your way through the various stalls and events, soaking up the sun and the atmosphere.

As you walk around, one sound in particular gets your attention. At this point it is subtle but you could have sworn you heard the sound of laughter. Already, butterflies begin to flutter in your tummy, as the brewing of a certain mood begins to stir. Almost drawn by it, you follow its direction as the sound gets louder and more erratic the closer you get.

Soon you begin to witness the source of the laughter, a victim strapped inside the stockade, shoes and socks removed, being tickled by at least 2 individuals. You make the decision to watch although some feelings may tell you otherwise. You see the rolling tools of ticklish torture, from feathers, to brushes to fingertips. Their underarms, sides and bare feet clear targets from an inescapable fate.

The increased optic in her laughter reveals to you the effectiveness of this torture, the mood within you swelling further. Even more so as those giving the demonstration use the dreaded t-word in their descriptions of what is happening before. The victim continues to cry out throughout these descriptions..

The crowd applauds as the ropes are untied and that individual makes their way off from this point. Those delivering the show say that they’re looking for one more victim, they mean, volunteer of course.. as their eyes scour across the amassed group before them. And their eyes fall on you.. your heart skips a beat, that mood undeniable now..