#>immediately gets fuzzed by a bear

[crimsonajax]

how does this even happen to someone twice

[pathologicalreid]

could you write fem!BAU!reader x spencer, where reader finds out she’s pregnant while they’re on a case, like maybe she takes a test when she’s at the hotel and spencer hasn’t come back yet

(lack of) convenience | S.R.

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy, nausea, vomiting, spencer reid is unfortunately perfect. vertigo. fun pregnancy symptoms. word count: 2.04k a/n: and so, the spencer reid dilf agenda continues. this is my legacy.

It came over you just after Spencer and Rossi had left to investigate a lead. This case was going nowhere fast, and the morale in the FBI field office clearly displayed it. “Are you alright?” JJ asked from right next to you, blonde hair curtaining around her face.

You nodded tightly, enough to show the newly minted profiler that you were, in fact, not alright. Nonetheless, you were motivated to push through. People were being murdered, you could brave a little vertigo to bring their killer to justice, right?

“Hey, you look a little pale,” Emily said, walking into the conference room with Hotch trailing close behind her. “Are you feeling okay?”

Rolling your eyes dramatically, you huffed at both of your coworkers. “I’m fine,” you insisted while your head was spinning. You lowered yourself down into an office chair, hoping that being sedentary would prevent your dinner from coming up.

Emily looked over at Hotch before saying, “Maybe you should head back to the hotel, it’s been a long day for all of us.”

Furrowing your brow, you frowned at your colleague. “I’ll make it through, we have work to do,” you insisted, flipping open a file as your stomach churned.

“You’re no help to anyone if you’re sick,” Hotch told you authoritatively, and you knew from his tone that he was going to send you back to the hotel. “Get some rest, we’ll start taking breaks in shifts,” he instructed, turning back to the evidence board.

It didn’t feel like shifts, especially considering you were the only one being cast off. You mumbled an acknowledgment while you stuffed your things in your bag. JJ offered to drive you, so the two of you exited the field office.

The two of you spent most of the ride in silence, just the fuzz of the SUV’s radio as background noise while you tried not to hurl in the government vehicle.

Once you were in the hotel parking lot, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get your bearings before heading inside. “You know, I used to get sick in the evening when I was pregnant with Henry,” she said offhandedly.

It felt like a pointed comment, even if she didn’t mean it like that. You started fishing in your pocket for your room card, “But I’m not pregnant.”

“Are things good with you and Spencer?” She asked, looking for details on your relationship like an older sister. JJ killed the engine before turning to face you.

Sighing, you looked at her, “Things are great with Spencer.” You wanted to scold her for prying, but you knew it was an occupational hazard. It had been seven months, and all you had been telling anyone was “great” or “nice.”

The both of you knew that the more details you gave them, the more they’d want to pry. Penelope especially. “You know he wants kids, right?” She pushed.

You frowned at her, “Jennifer.” She put her hands up in surrender as you hauled yourself out of the SUV, “I just want to go to sleep, I feel awful.” That much was true, as you stood up outside the car, your stomach started to roil again.

“I’ll check in on you later,” she said, recognizing that she had begun to pry. “Let me know if you need anything,” she urged you, the mom in her coming into play.

Nodding, you shut the door before poking your head in the open window, “Thanks, JJ.” You said, turning around and walking to your hotel room.

Luckily, the team was already checked in, so you didn’t need to waste time trying to explain the whole ‘I’m an FBI agent’ thing to the front desk. Once you got into your room, you immediately dropped to your knees in front of the toilet, eyes burning as you upchucked into the toilet.

While you were digging through your go-bag for your toothbrush, you found yourself thinking about what JJ had said to you in the car. You couldn’t be pregnant. Well, you supposed you very well could be pregnant.

Sighing, you returned to the bathroom and started brushing your teeth, having needed to take the toothpaste out of Spencer’s bag. You made a mental note to buy more for your bag – you had been using his for the last four cases.

You silently cursed JJ for planting the thought of a baby in your head as you stared out the hotel window to a convenience store on the corner. At the very least, you could get some saltines and a Gatorade. At the very most, you could get a test.

Begrudgingly, you changed into more comfortable clothes and walked across the street to the convenience store. Grabbing a sleeve of crackers and a drink before stopping in the family planning section.

Why were there so many options?

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, you grabbed a digital test off of the shelf and tossed it into your basket. Your shoes squeaked on the linoleum floors as you elected to use the self-checkout, not needing to provide anyone with a front seat to your misery.

Other than the nausea, your trip back to the hotel was uneventful, and thankfully it didn’t look like anyone else on the team had made the trip to your lodging.

After you took the test, you set a timer on your phone, tossing it onto the bed before you sat on the edge of the mattress, sitting on your freshly washed hands. The timer scared you when it went off, not expecting the two minutes to go by so quickly before you returned to the bathroom.

Flipping the test over, the wind was knocked out of you as you read the results.

Yes +

You didn’t know how long you had stared at the test, but the sound of the lock on your door engaging pulled you out of your stupor. Thankfully, you had done the latch on the door, so you had a few extra minutes to toss the test in your go-bag before you went up to the door and let Spencer in.

“Hey, love,” he greeted you, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “How are you feeling?” He asked caringly, someone must’ve told him you weren’t well. You hoped that was all they had told him.

Humming, you leaned into his touch for a moment before he herded you to the bed. “A bit better, but not much,” you were slightly less nauseous now, possibly because there was nothing left in your stomach. There was a dull ache in your chest though, likely a result of the information you were now aware of.

He hooked a finger under your chin and studied your features for a moment, “Were you crying?” He whispered with concern-filled eyes.

You shook your head, “I threw up.” You informed him, the lack of oxygen had caused your eyes to water – similar to a yawn. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as the words balanced precariously on your tongue, I’m pregnant.

Spencer pouted sympathetically, smoothing your hair away from your face before he felt your forehead, checking for a fever. “I’m going to take a shower,” he announced softly, “do you need anything?”

Pathetically, you gestured over to your Gatorade and saltines, silently letting him know that you were all good for the night. It was only about eight in the evening, but you were exhausted. Letting your head flop onto the pillows, you sighed before shutting your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer spoke up in an unfamiliar tone. “What is this?”

Crinkling your nose in frustration, you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking over at Spencer as he held up your test. Your positive pregnancy test. “Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t mine?” Clearly, in your panic to hide the test, you had tossed the blue stick in Spencer’s bag. Your subconscious must’ve recalled that you had gotten the toothpaste out of that bag, so you thought it was yours.

Any confusion fell from his face, and in that instant, he knew exactly what was going on. “You’re pregnant?”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling. “I-“ you swallowed thickly, the roiling in your stomach picking back up again. “Yes,” you answered in a small voice.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, there was no accusation in his voice, just pure curiosity and wonder. When you stayed silent, his eyes narrowed, “You were going to tell me, weren’t you?” He said, his volume raising from a whisper to a normal speaking level.

Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you protectively crossed your arms in front of your stomach. “Oh my god, yes, I was going to tell you,” you clarified quickly. He didn’t seriously think you were going to hide this from him, did he?

He shook his head in confusion, “Then why hide it, angel?”

Shrugging, you thumbed the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, “I wanted time to think about it.” The admission hung in the thick tension of the hotel room.

“Okay,” he said slowly, walking over and sitting across from you on the mattress. It was clear to you that he was dealing with this situation delicately. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about this, but I excel in thinking,” he told you.

His implications were clear to you, he wanted you to talk it out with him. “I want kids, you know I want kids. I know you want kids,” you blurted. It was something you had talked about early on in your relationship. Spencer had been very upfront with you about wanting children, he told you he needed to be with someone who also wanted that.

Spencer tilted his head to the side, “but?” He said gently, taking both of your hands in his, holding on to you.

“It’s too soon,” you whispered, feeling vulnerable on the bed with him.

He smiled at you softly, “Have I ever told you about the first time I knew that I was in love with you?”

The question left you understandably confused, “What?” You breathed, silently pleading for clarification.

Spencer nodded, “We were on a case in North Dakota, and there was this little girl who had just lost both of her parents.” The case did sound familiar, the more brutal ones involving children tended to stick with you. “We were waiting for a social worker to come stay with her, but they were stuck in a snowbank across town. Instead of working on the case, you sat down with her and taught her how to play cat’s cradle.” His voice was soft, almost placating you.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until tears fell onto your intertwined hands, “Spence, that was years ago.”

“Two years, nine months, and thirteen days ago. I fell in love with you while watching you put a smile on her face despite the fact that it was the worst day of her life,” he said, skimming the pads of his thumbs over the backs of your hands. “I fell in love with your ability to make people feel good when the world is against them,” he murmured.

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at him through bleary eyes, “What if we can’t protect them?”

Gathering you in his arms, Spencer let you tuck your face in the crook of his neck, “I’ll do whatever you want, Y/N. We can leave, I could be a professor and you could be a stay-at-home mom. If you want, I could stay with the BAU and you could stay home, or you can stay with the team, and I’ll stay home. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

Silently, you absorbed his words as you caught your breath, “I’m scared” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured, “that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.” He tightened his arms around you and rocked back and forth.

Allowing yourself to lean into him, you breathed him in, “You’re going to be such a good dad.”

He dropped a soft kiss on the crown of your head, “You’re already such a good mom.”

[ccoconutmall]

DATE AND DASH

⪼ home

you were getting bored waiting for nobara and the boys to get here, it felt like it’s been hours. usually megumi would at least be on time, so it was worrying you. constantly checking your phone was getting annoying so you decided to go on your own.

once you got to the fairgrounds you could see the tall ferris wheel, towering all the other rides in it’s wake. even though you were alone you could surely have just as much fun as you would with your friends, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar face. 

you quickly paid for admission and went over to him. “hey yuta!” he jumped, quietly gasping at the sound of your voice. all he could do was nervously wave, his palms were a bit sweaty, if his anxiety didn’t kill him you would. “hey..” his voice barely above a mumble, but seeing your smile immediately brightened up his night, way more than the colorful lights around him could. 

“you’re alone too huh?” he nodded quietly, but the second he felt you take his hand into yours, he suddenly gained a little confidence. despite the sweat of his palms, you still held his hand and that’s what made him feel so comfortable in your presence. he had you with him when he was alone. “let’s hang out together! sorry, i would normally ask beforehand but i don’t have your number.. i guess it worked itself out though huh?” 

he looked into your eyes and he could practically see how happy you were, he wanted to hide again, but how could he, you were actually talking to him and he loved every second of it. “yeah, let’s go on rides.” you practically dragged him to your favorite ride, even though his feet were dragging against the dirt, his shoes slightly getting scuffed in the process, he didn’t care. he was happy to see you so excited, he wanted to call this a date; but he knew that wasn’t what this was. he had to remind himself that you more than likely didn’t feel the same. it was all just a dream of his. maybe a hang out at best, but he felt your head rest against his arm in the line where you two stood. “I don't know how you knew i was gonna come… but thank you for being here.” 

oh god. 

he looked down at you, he saw your sad smile as you looked towards the ground “my friends said they’d come but i think they ditched me.. well, they never showed up so more like flaked.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “i wouldn’t say i knew… but i’m glad i agreed to come… my friends also flaked…” he wanted to say more but he watched as the door opened to get on the ride. “wait, so what is this ride again..?” he walked on after you before you gasped excitedly. “basically you’re stuck to the wall and it spins super fast!” you two stood next to each other along the wall. 

you felt as the ride began, a knot growing in your stomach. you held onto yuta’s hand as the ride went on. a smile growing on both of your faces.

the whole night was full of the two of you playing games, riding rides, talking, and eating food. yuta even won you a giant stuffed animal. the last thing left was the ferris wheel. you wanted to wait because it’s best at night. seeing all the other rides with their brightly colored lights, and all the people who look so small once you finally reach the top, you loved it all. you held your stuffed bear in your lap. the fuzz made the goosebumps settle on your body. “you know… you’re such a fun guy… i don’t get why you’re so nervous around me…” 

yuta looked over at you, the bright lights illuminating your face perfectly. he swore he died and touched heaven that night. “well.. you’re really pretty… so, i think i just get nervous around you because i’m not used to it…” you looked back at him and smiled. “yuta, you’ve spent all night with me… you don’t have to be so nervous, i don’t bite.” the cooling breeze whisked past you, the air rang in your ears. if it wasn’t for the two of you being at the top of the fair, yuta would’ve been way more nervous by now. 

he gently grabbed your face, feeling the warmth of your cheek against his palm make his stomach turn. all he could see was you looking at him through your long lashes before you quickly kissed him on the lips, gently pulling away before the ride stopped. “see..” 

his face was bright red. he nodded quietly before he did it for himself. you could tell he was inexperienced, you could feel how tense he was before he quickly pulled away.

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[holdmytesseract]

Little Prince

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Narfi

Summary: Loki shares a sweet moment with his newborn son.

Warnings: fluff - tooth rotting fluff. After all the angst, there has to be fluff, right? 🥹

Ladies, hold on to your ovaries, 'cause major dad!Loki warning!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: I love this. 🥰

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes; slowly waking up. Then Loki's gaze drifted to his luckily still sleeping wife. He smiled and tried to untangle himself as carefully as possible from your embrace - what actually was more difficult than it looked; almost holding the god in a death grip in your slumber.

Loki got woken up from his deep slumber, as he heard soft noises and cries coming from the baby monitor, which stood on his bedside table.

Of course put it the god there on purpose... To give you some well deserved sleep and rest.

In the end, Loki made it and slowly got out of bed; turning off the baby monitor on his way.

The noises and cries of his son had gotten audibly louder, so he quickly tiptoed out of the bedroom; closing the door behind himself.

Narfi's wailing increased even more. He could hear it. "Daddy's coming, little prince, " he whispered underneath his breath.

Once Loki entered the nursery, he made a beeline to his crib, of course, lifting the crying infant immediately up into his arms, "Oh my sweet boy..." and pressing a soft kiss on his black fuzz covered head.

"Daddy's here. I got you." He gently rocked Narfi and switched on the light; dimming it, so that he could carry him around the room.

His little snub nose was scrunched up; cheeks reddened from all the crying. Thick tears were running down his azure skin and dripping on his beige teddy bear onesie.

Loki tried to calm Narfi down and of course to find out the reason why he was crying. After checking and testing every possibility, he soon found out that he must be hungry.

Loki shifted the tiny boy, so that his head rested on his shoulder for support and stroked gently over his back in an attempt to reassure him further, while making his way to the kitchen. "Let's get you something to eat then, little prince."

Arrived at his destination, Loki grabbed a prepared bottle from the fridge and heated it up a bit, while still bouncing his baby son on his arm; kissing his small head repeatedly to give him the feeling of love and safety.

After a few minutes, Narfi's tiny hands flapped through the air; covering Loki's on the bottle. Seemingly, he was trying to hold the bottle on his own, causing the god to giggle softly. "Little prince, you can't hold the bottle alone yet. I know that you're a strong boy, but you're not that strong yet, trust me." He smiled down on him and took one of his hands in his bigger one; giving him his pointer finger to hold onto instead. "Here, you can hold on to daddy's finger, baby boy." The baby didn't let himself tell that twice, of course and grasped his father's digit tightly.

Once the milk had the perfect temperature, the god decided to go to the living room and sit down with him on the sofa.

"There we go, sweet boy." He bedded Narfi on his left arm and fed him the bottle with his right; gently pressing the soft silicone tip against his tiny lips. He was definitely hungry and started to suckle right away.

The prince watched over Narfi while he drank with so much adoration; his eyes unable to leave him.

He loved his son so so much, it hurt. This little human being was his everything. He, you and of course his princess.

When Narfi's tummy was full and his hunger satisfied, Loki went to the kitchen, cleaned up the bottle and returned with the drowsy baby on his arm to the living room. After all, he still had to burp him - but the task was done within a few minutes.

Instead of brining Narfi back to bed and tucking his son in, Loki laid him down on the sofa; a big, soft pillow underneath him. The god joined him then; laid on his stomach and propped himself up above Narfi with his forearms placed on each side of his small body.

The little boy smiled up at him with wide ruby eyes; clearly happy to see the face of his father. "You happy to see me, little prince?" A tiny finger vanished in his mouth as his eyes thoroughly look over Loki's face - who wore the biggest smile on his lips. Well, he always did when he looked at his children.

He repeated his actions a few times, before he took his small hand in his bigger one and went back to just admiring his son; taking in every detail. Loki wanted to carve everything his eyes saw in his mind. How his sweet, short, black fuzz curled itself on his head. How his long black whimpers framed his stunning ruby eyes. The little snub nose and his small, azure lips. He didn't care that it was in the middle of the night. He just wanted to have this moment with Narfi. With his son.

The god couldn't help himself but to take one of his small feet in his hand when he pulled his knees up to his belly; thumb tracing the even smaller toes.

Narfi lifted his other hand - the one which wasn't stuck in his mouth, up, and it landed, of course, on Loki's mouth; missing his eye by an hairsbreadth. The god chuckled and kissed his tiny palm, before blowing a raspberry against the soft skin; making him squeak and smile.

Loki smiled once more. His... He was his. The little boy that you gave him. Another, wonderful product of the pure, deep love you shared.

"What did I do to deserve such another wonderful gift? What did I do to deserve you, huh? My sweet, sweet baby boy." Narfi answered with a cute little noise and a huge smile. Another soft laugh left Loki's lips and the god played along his baby talk. "Oh yes? You think?" He squeaked and kicked his feet against his hand. "Smart, prince. And do you know how much I actually love you, little man?" Narfi's big eyes stared still into Loki's. With a smile, he dipped his head to pepper his face with small, gentle kisses. "I," kiss "Love," kiss "You," kiss "More," kiss "Than," kiss "Words," kiss "Can," kiss "Tell," kiss "I tried, Narfi. Believe me. But there are no words. Your big sister knows. In no language ever spoken on this realm, nor any other realm..." Loki looked down on his beautiful son; still admiring him, as he noticed how his eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing minute.

So he stood up again and lifted him in his arms; cradling him close against his chest, while swaying him gently from side to side .

"My prince..." Loki continued his speech from before. "I love you, sweet boy - with every beat of my heart and every breath I take. I love you more than the stars in the sky and all the nine realms together. I will love you forever, until the end of time and the collision of the universes. My love for you is unconditional and eternal. I promise you, that I will always be at your side. No matter what you do or where the path of life leads you. I will always be there, as long as I live." The god gently caressed his tiny cheek with the pad of his thumb; feeling his soft skin underneath his fingertip.

"I swear, that I will always protect you. If necessary, with my life. Yours and the ones of your mother and sister. I won't let anything ever happen to my family. Never."

Narfi had meanwhile loosened his grip on Loki's finger. His eyes had closed shut; breathing slow and even.

He smiled, stood up and carried him back to the nursery. Before he laid the infant down, he placed a soft kiss on his head.

"I love you," Loki mumbled against his fuzz and laid him carefully inside the crib.

With a last loving look on his son, he took the baby monitor and left the room again; switching off all the lights on the way and tiptoed back into the bedroom. To his sheer delight were you still sleeping peacefully. The god was very glad about it; happy to be able to help.

He smiled and switched on the baby monitor again, before he slipped back under the sheets and cuddled up to you; pulling you back against his chest.

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[therrerium-valkryonia]

hi!!! can you write me a story about a girl who is pregnant with twins and is a twitch streamer, when she starts showing signs of labor, she immediately starts the stream and people watch her. The whole thing goes on for a day since the babies are really big, at one point the girl goes to the shower to give birth and on the bed.. everywhere. She keeps squirting making her tremble in pleasure, squirting and squirming everywhere. thank uuu

Ecstatic, I'll be busy I have three other prompts to finish but hey I can do this. Thank you! This'll also be a pretty average length story.

Desperate Measures

TW: 18+ Mature content, Minors DNI

The financial transaction was supposedly to be confirmed in nine weeks, those nine weeks was up and Diane contacted the client but was then met with dead static, no contact or response.

Infuriated upon the discovery, setting the phone aside as she laid back into the cushions cradling her bump sat between her plump thighs, crying in a rageful sorrow with a sour taste in her lips.

The moment was interrupted by twinges rising up her canal, scorching pains riddled with fast twitching inside her vagina causing her to gasp and nearly hurl herself over the table.

It cramped and twisted in untolerable pains, but had hints of hormonal tension that caused her a slight orgasmic gasping, curling over into a ball of mixed sensory pings, slowly fuzzing down.

An oversized mass of pressure tensed at the low underside of her massive bump, she treated it in soft and gentle curls around her sides to her hip feeling an unusual massive mass at her center.

Once recouperating herself, she got off the floor and waddled to her office room with a swinging ball that tensed in sore and taut warmths and a flurry of intense stings from the overstretched skin, feeling overfilled with water or heavy gas.

She opened the door, then plopped back into her gaming seat then being shocked with an eruption of cramps and shifting masses with pains enveloping her mound and hips.

Reasonably grunting, trembling at her knees until her bump then contracts visibly causing abrupt moans of mixed pains and pleasures, lifting her right leg as she feels a fluid rush out of her vagina, leaving her in trembling pains.

Soaked and in frequenting contractions, breaths shaky and shallow, eyes wide and dilated with a clenched fist on her left armrest and a clasped palm on her right, she begins to groan and feel the rushing mass moving towards her opening.

She endures the pain, holding up steady so she could just barely scramble her mouse around & begin a stream, each pain begins to slow her as she trembles not being able to hold longer.

Dropping her mouse, grasping onto her womb with an ergregious shriek of mixed feelings as she huffs and begins rushing with more fluid, squirting all over the wooden floor.

Her vagina begins to tremble, she holds up her legs and begins to bear down with loud unusual moans "uhn! uuooooooohhh! *gasp* aaahhhnn" feeling a small bulge push into her canal and fill the cavity as she bucked forward and lodged it downward a little, disoriented from mixed pain and orgasmic pleasure whilst catching a breath.

While the pain still isn't paralyzing, she cradles the bump and shuffles the mouse and starts a livestream as she tugs off her clothes and then presents her full flesh, her skin was covered in drops of sweat, she slouched and pressed her heel onto the desks edge as she begins feeling contractions seized her buml into a stone.

Bearing down, she pushed her palms into the armrests and arches her back as she spreads open further, soon she shrieks with a running river of fluid continues to leak down her legs.

The chat then begins to go feral with comments, innapropiate or supportive it was an immensely packed comment section of people.

As she gets ahold of the camera, she shuffles it infront of her opening as she mumurs "I'm in so m- much Aaaaggghh!" the ecstacy fades and a lingering burn remains to torture, bearing down and visibly contracting, she gasps and begins to form a small bulge around her lips.

Diane props herself down, aims the camera at her bulging clit while she shifts to a bent over squat as her bump tightens and she shrieks in pain with the returning dwindled lust, squirting and with a wider bulge soon forming a burning crown, she takes time to rest with gasps of air.

Sweat drips off her chin, she aches and tries to endure the contraction but succumbs to bear down and is greeted with slow inching but then a rendered burn into her flesh, sliding backward as she finishes bearing down.

Many minutes passed and her crown was slowly progressing forward, no progress made and is in horrendous cramps and begins to stand up.

Holding the camera in her hands, aimed at her clit as she waddled over to the hallway slowly making onward but stopped at a corner to bear down, gripping into her thigh as the fluids spurt and the crown spread her wider.

Moaning in sealed lips, eyes filled with lust and tears of excruciating pain when the contraction goes she waddles forth and gets into the shower with the camera across the room.

Leaning against the wall, spreading her thighs open as the contractions crunch down on her and she begins to bear down, her nails pressed into the wall as her moans escaped with open lips, her body trembled and ached until part of the head lodged out of her.

Pressure piled on her canal, slowly inching the head out as she rocked her hips side to side & got onto her knees being unable to stand with the insane trembling, aches begin and she lets out a soft moan with a strained voice.

The bulge gets bigger until it bursts out a pool of fluid puddled under her knees, she cradled her bump and shifted forward with her palm pressed into the floor, her thighs slick with running fluids, back bent over as she bore down with the oncoming contractions.

Her clit was outstretched and made room for the large shoulders, they slid out and with a immense push, pupils constricted and bump fully tightened with a loud pained roar, the upper abdomen and then the baby plopped down between the proud mothers legs.

Diane caught the baby and pressed it against her chest, looking towards the camera with a onward flow of tears of joy, heaving in pain.

Looking at the time, it was 3:45 PM and the stream started at 6:20 AM as she waddled outside to the bedroom where the twin was progressing much faster than her sibling.

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It had fifteen minutes of swaying her hips to ease the larger twin into her canal, the twin dropped down fast and rushed to her clit.

Diane held her breath and gasped as she trembled with aches, the pain came and pushing with all her might as the bulge then widens to a crown, piercing with hot pain.

Groaning quietly as the crown was inching along with gravity, hitching with shallow breaths as an entourage of pain rushed in and she bucked her hips as the head and shoulders popped with an intense gush of fluid, disloging it further.

Afterward a disaster struck, the baby was stuck and it wouldn't come out even with each push & after eight hours, then did it finally come out.

Diane trembled and was emptied out, she fell on her side as she heaved and gasped for air as the baby perked up and began to wail, she let out the last of her tears joyfully enjoying the twins.

Also finally receiving the transaction which was late by nine weeks, it was due to oversea cargo and technical stuff and so took time off.

(Sorry, if this took long I was experiencing lack of creativity my apologies.)

(UNFINISHED READ LATER)

[h-didanart]

I saw the confession blog ask, and I am kindly asking for the kitty moons

Oh yeah, that

Ahem, the creator of “Bloodmoon RETIRED?! In VRChat” (I forgot to make a fake thumbnail for that) brings you a new exciting episode! (Whose thumbnail I also forgot)

Bloodmoon TURNS INTO A CAT?! In VRChat

Expect to see this written out at some point in the future, there will be fluff, Solbro behavior, Sun getting a sliver of revenge on the twins because let’s be honest they aren’t the greatest people, more fluff, and maybe, just maybe, if the stars align and all the components come together, pet regression

And now imma ramble about their design ok—

They needed to have long hair, I can’t explain why, they just had to. So I looked up long haired fluffy cats, there were Ragdolls and Persians and Maine Coons but the one I went with was Turkish Angora. They are athletic, they are agile, have long hair, and despite being known for their white coats come in various different coat colors.

Bloodmoon specifically has a mostly black coat with bits of red over their face and legs and tail, with a white snout and belly. Their hair is matted on some places and their whiskers are bent oddly. They struggle a bit to walk and hate the feeling of the tangles. Overall these translations indicate the twins aren’t really in good shape. Oh yeah, they have prosthetics too, the repairs had to be translated somehow, so they’re a double amputee cat. And I’m thinking of making their left eye a prosthetic as well or just not having them have it. Do cats get glass eyes? I don’t think they do… Either way, Harvest likes these legs way more than what they have in their actual body.

In regards of cat behavior, they are very much a feral cat, untrusting of people, defensive, the like.

They exclusively only meow at Solar and let him pet them and carry them and stuff because, y’know, trust. Granted they do spend some time during their transformation mad at him because they think he caused this somehow— which he actually didn’t —but end up kinda just accepting it and rolling with it.

Speaking of their time spent, let’s talk about how this plays out!

So Bloodmoon’s in the Daycare helping Solar do stuff, they take a detour through the ball pit to avoid passing through the area separating the play structures, then boom, portal malfunction, they’re a cat now. Solar immediately runs to see if they’re ok, and ends up almost dying of laughter at seeing them like a cat, they struggle to get out of the ball pit and Solar picks them up, still laughing.

Due to the laughter the twins believe Solar to have caused this but unfortunately can’t ask or communicate that thought at the moment, they cannot speak as a cat. They grumpily lay on Sol’s arms as he carries them to the front desk. Solar tries to figure out how long they’ll stay like that, having gone through this with the whole family already, all the while Bloodmoon tries to get adjusted to their new body, kinda freaking out upon realizing they had leg prosthetics but quickly getting used to them, the fact Harvest doesn’t feel like shit when looking at the legs definitely helping that.

After a bit Solar turns to the twins and tells them that apparently they’ll stay like that for a few hours, at which point Bloodmoon realizes that Solar probably didn’t play a prank on them, they hop off the desk and start circling Solar, wanting to go do something, before being abruptly cut off by Sun entering the Daycare and accidentally hitting them with the door.

Sun immediately starts apologizing to the cute little kitty and trying to soothe them, the twins start hissing and backing away the second they regain their bearings. Solar picks them up, quickly explaining that the cute little kitty was actually Bloodmoon. Sun grimaces at that before tilting his head and finding amusement in their predicament. The twins hiss at him.

Despite not getting along at all Sun does start to fuzz over Bloodmoon, seeing their matted hair and bent whiskers, and offers to help Solar care for them. Solar looks down at the twins who give him a ‘for the love of god do not leave us alone with this guy’ look, and asks if maybe Sun could just tell him what to do.

Cue Sun helping Solar brush the twin’s hair, getting them some cat food, and taking a bunch of blackmail material pictures. By the time Sun leaves he finds he actually kinda enjoyed being around Bloodmoon. To quote him directly: “I see how you got attached to them now”

And then Bloodmoon would hang around Solar in the Theatre, watching as he restocked the shelves and greeted people and the like. By the end of Solar’s shift, the twins are curled up on his lap getting pet as they start falling asleep.

And it is then that they turn back to normal.

Solar is startled by the sudden shift but overall glad that the twins were back to how they were. He nudges them awake, trying to tell them that they were normal again. They kinda just sleepily look up at him before nuzzling against his chest and curling up once more. They’re still purring. Sol tries to shake them awake again but is once again startled, only now by a small meow from the smaller bot. And so he sits there for who knows how long

Turns out Bloody and Harvest like being cats.

Who would’ve thunk it?

[superluigiglitchy]

Multi Meggy Mayhem (Get to Know Your AU Meggy)

I’m a vein similar to Into the Marioverse, someone is going around, kidnapping and subsequently brainwashing the multiverses Meggy’a and it’s up to the Splatsquad to save the universe from its biggest threat- thousands of armed and dangerous brain washed Meggys

And now here YOU yes you get to meet the various Meggy’s we meet in this silly adventure

Triple Dose - A Meggy who has been hypnoshaded then sanitised and a few years into her recovery feom said sanitisation was fuzzified, shes taller than most Meggy’s (about Tari’s height) but suffers from severe back pain and needs to wear a brace as a result, currently recovering from amnesia and sometimes slips into a feral like state

Paper Jam - A Meggy from the paper jam verse, she is currently Captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon and got adopted by Cuttlefish, adoptive guardian of Veronika and currently dating Saiko, Tari and Desti in an open relationship, because of the sanitization her right eye is blind due to its light sensitivity, leaving aher needing to wear an eyepatch to avoid strain and had also been coaching a Team Blue from the Splatoon Manga and has also been present for the events of the Manga she doesn’t like others thinking they’re better than everyone else and sometimes gives such people a taste of humble pie (in the case of Wireglasses) if they go too far, she also dislikes the mindset of “The Strong rule the weak” since everyone needed to start from somewhere even the strongest Turfer used to be one of the weak you know, has emotionally adopted Team Blue and is now a single mom that works two jobs something something survivor

Soldier 30 - A Meggy who was made for super soldier program and was essentially a child soldier for most of her life it wasn’t until she was 14 and she ran into Mario (and tried to kill him and SMG4 on multiple occasions) that she began to learn that not is all as it seems and began to slowly but surely question her commanders orders, it wasn’t until she was 16 did she defect and that was during the anime arc, unlike canon Meggy who has green and purple eyes Soldier 30 has red and green eyes and also a list of war crimes

What-If Fuzz - Set in the what-if universe version of Squid Meme, this Meggy’s corpse was used as essential Subject 0 for Mr. Grizz’s Fuzzy Ooze for 4 years because of this she was extremely more fucked up than other more recently fuzzified subjects being a very tall cat bear like creature, it wasn’t until she ran into the NSS who were investigating Alterna whilst on her 333th escape attempt and got partially domesticated due to her immediate attachment to the Captain (who happened to be her younger sibling, Paige) did she begin to regain her suppressed memories that were sealed because of the combined trauma of getting stabbed, coming back from the dead and the countless experiments performed by Grizz, nowadays she has since regained her memories and is trying to live life the best she can whilst being a fucked up mutant cat bear thing, she’s also quite tall being about Saiko’s height and suffers from body aches from the bones she has

Italian Squid - This Meggy was taken in by Mario and Luigi after she was abandoned by her parents on the side of a road when she was a baby as a result she has an even stronger sibling bond than most Meggy’s with her Mario and Luigi and ended up learning a few tricks from them as well, now being able to Jump around like a bro and to swing around a hammer like a pro, she also has a minor italian accent, don’t worry Red and Lou still took her to Inkadia to exprience her heritage and culture, her best friends are Sam, Heavy Squid and Kenji and she’s been on her own Mario branded adventures like her brothers

Meggy and the Music Box - This Meggy has seen more horrors and is on the brink of a mental breakdown and going mas with the only thing keeping her sane is her determination to save both of her brothers from the clutches of the Mario Mansion, she is currently on her 40th loop and always has bruises around her neck from escaping a possessed Mario who was trying to strangle her

Wolf Squid - Before meeting Mario, this Meggy got bitten by a wolf on a camping trip with her friends as a result she now carries lycanthropy, doesn’t really change many things yet causes massive changes, shes a feral little shit who just wants pets

SuperBowserGlitchy - With Bowser being the Avatar instead of Mario, things are bound to change to fit this new Narrative as such this Meggy instead of being like a little sister to Bowser is straight up his adoptive daughter, Bowser ended up adopting Meggy and now she’s the General of his Army (and also has her own mini biker faction of the koopa army called the Killer Splatz) and honestly she makes them work like the damn Navy, she has a whole biker aesthetic going on with her owning a motorbike with a mini side car and instead of wearing a Plumber hat to replace her headgear she wears a Bowser sanctified Koopa baseball cap hat (it’s basically a baseball hat worth bowsers hair and horns) and is practically Bowser Jr. and the Koopalings cool older sister who they hide behind whenever things look grim, due to a magic accident that almost cause Meggy to suffer what was essentially ego death, she is now part koopa along with her being a human and inkling amalgamation (which in itself is a complicated thing), she’s somewhat fire resistant as a result and also carries around a shield of a spiked koopa shell (which may have been bowsers great grandpa but who the fuck knows at this point) which she carrie’s on her back

Puzzle Pieces stained in Orange - This Meggy was childhood friends with Puzzles (key word on the was) and was there to bare witness to his downward mental spiral into insanity and saw first hand the after math of cutting his face off and relplacing it with a television set, now she’s just trying to live her life peacefully after ditching puzzles

Love in the Cold - This Meggy is married to her universes Shiver after a series of misadventures and messes and has 3 kids with said Splatlandian, she also is a bit older than other Meggy’s being about 25 (basically she’s a girl dad with a loving family

There are Many Benefits to being a Mersquid - A Meggy from a world where pirates and high magic are common place, shes a mersquid and not just any mersquid but one blessed by the sea god Ollyseus and is the current de facto King of Inkadia due to winning the Turf War Crowning Tournament and “slaying” the corrupted Sea Demon King One-Shot Wren

[t4tozier]

Hi are we still doing fuck nasty asks. Bc. I have two scenarios in my brain that I’ve been dying to talk about but haven’t had the courage.

1) sex pollen. Or aphrodisiac. No I don’t know how. WAIT THAT’S A LIE DEVIL HONEY IS A THING C’MON THERE’S SOMETHING THERE RIGHT???? RIGHT?????

2) Knife kink. Listen. If Porter so visibly marked Jace with his symbol I think Jace should have the right to do the same to Porter.

WOOOO love both of these. so i'm actually gonna start with number 2 because we have talked about this a little bit. if you want me to expand i can but i'll link those posts here: blood play, carving his name into porter, and the first time jace tries knife play

but sex pollen. oh boy. ohhhhh boy. jokes on you you've unlocked a new skill in ur skill tree it's getting t4tozier to talk about sex pollen. we've talked about ambrosia-laced blood getting jace high in the past, but none of those were my original posts and also not what this is about. so. sex pollen. this isn't canon compliant but idc. sorry.

jace and porter go on an adventure together. don't ask me why. maybe it's a faculty adventure to clear out a dungeon of most of the creatures so they can take students on a practical field trip and they split into pairs/groups and starbreaker just happens to be trapped in a lair with a creature that defends itself by spraying aphrodisiacs at its enemies, making them much more distracted with fucking each other than fighting it. and they're arguing the whole time about martial vs caster classes and the pros and cons and then they're confronted with the creature and porter whips out his maul and jace starts casting a spell but before they can act it expels some gross pink dust all over them. and jace goes to prestidigitate it off as like a bonus action--but then...why would he do that? it feels nice, warm and tingly as it settles into his skin, and suddenly he feels a lot hotter than he did before. he unwinds his scarf, casting it carelessly to the side, and blinks up at porter. has he always been this tall?

and porter sets down his maul, actually needing to lean on it for stability as he catches his bearings, because he's pretty sure he was supposed to fight, he was in a rage, but now all he can focus on is how fucking hard he is and the pretty half-elf standing right in front of him, and all of the energy from his rage immediately shifts to making sure he gives jace stardiamond the best godsdamn fuck of his life.

they both look at each other and, as if they have the same idea at the same time, practically launch themselves at each other and start tearing each other's clothes off. porter's rough and pays little attention to when jace's head knocks against a particularly sharp rock on the way down, but jace doesn't really care because then porter is tugging his pants down and fuck, his cock feels so much better when it's not trapped and he's really fucking wet, why is he dripping so much? and then porter's pulling off his shirt and jace's thoughts just kind of fuzz out because wow, this man has an impressive physique, and his cock looks really big even though he hasn't even taken his pants off yet and jace needs it in his mouth fucking yesterday.

they're still fucking when the others find them. they have to actually kill the creature that starbreaker failed their initial saves against before they can even think about stopping porter from fucking jace up against the nearest surface for the third time in twenty minutes because both of their refractory periods have been reduced to practically nothing. thankfully, none of the other faculty mention it--it's just one of those goofy adventuring effects--but if they exchange numbers after they return from the lair clear-out, that's nobody's business but theirs.

[ask-impatient-samurott]

The trio had reached Lacunosa Town. Nema had convinced Jean and Kappa to stop in for a quick meal before heading to Giant Chasm. The Pikachu had skipped into the Pokemon Center, thinking intrusively about her best friend's love life.

Atop the second level of the town, Kappa was attempting to haggle more information out of Jean, interlaced with unwarranted apologies.

Jean stood in front of Kappa in a begrudging silence. She had said- a little too hastily- that she had known Kappa in the past, but couldn't fully remember what made The Accident.

This subsequently lead Kappa to believe that Jean had also suffered from memory loss, and, knowing how awful that felt, began apologizing to Jean.

Jean sighed and turned toward Kappa.

[Jean]

"Hey."

Kappa immediately stopped blubbering and looked up at Jean with puppy-dog eyes. Jean instantly felt like she had just kicked a Fidough, but continued.

"I want you to really listen to me, okay?"

Kappa nodded.

"I am completely fine. I do not have memory loss, my memories are just... fuzzed." Jean tried to put her thoughts into words that Kappa could comprehend.

Can't reveal too much yet.

"When we go to Giant Chasm, my friend there will be able to help me remember. Just gonna have'ta trust me on that."

Jean took in a breath and stared into Kappa's eyes.

She missed that shade of crimson.

[Jean]

"You probably knew all of that though. I don't know how much of your memory has been affected."

Kappa could remember nearly everything from before The Accident. Her memories were simply blurred by time. She knew that she was a more confident Samurott before... But, lately it had become more and more hard to believe. Hearing Jean say it was... relieving?

Kappa sniffed and rubbed her nose. The scar above it stung.

[Kappa]

"Thank you..." She mumbled.

Jean nodded.

[Jean]

"Just bear with me until we get to Giant Chasm, okay? Bear with me."

Nema noisily stomped up the staircase, precariously holding three strawberry crepes in her arms. She was already tearing into the smallest one.

[Nema]

"Here! Take 'em!"

Nema shoved a crepe into Kappa's arms which Kappa almost let fall to the ground. Jean carefully plucked hers from Nema's loose paw.

Kappa took slow bites out of her crepe while Nema pummelled Jean with questions about her and Kappa's relationship, much to Jean's chagrin.

Kappa thought to herself about what Jean had said.

<PREV - NEXT>

[ckret2]

show about a war between two magic horse nations (unicorns vs pegasus maybe) full of tons of drama and tragedy between the characters but the actual war is fought with like glitter bombs and rainbow lasers.

FASCINATING concept, but no that'd never make it on TV in the 80s because the producers would be like "well girls like unicorns AND pegasi, they wouldn't know who's the bad guy" and "little girls don't like war stories, do they?" Unicorn Vs Pegasus War is like Steven Universe or Netflix She-Ra levels of narrative complexity. For a girly 80s shows you gotta dial it back, gotta drain out the depth, gotta make it palatable not to 5-year-old girls but to the mothers of 5-year-old girls that the producers dread receiving an angry letter from.

We have clear unambiguous good guys and clear unambiguous villains, the heroes are fighting for causes like Colors and Friendship and Sharing, and the only times the hero/villain lines are blurred are when a villain goes "gee, now I understand, nothing is more important than telling your friends you care!" and becomes a good guy.

There's like ten good guys and two bad guys tops, to make them easy to keep up with, and the good guys are Things The Production Company Thinks Little Girls Probably Like (ponies, teddy bears, princesses) and the bad guys are Things Little Girls Probably Don't Like (weird short balding guys, balls of brown fuzz, a single inexplicably cool-looking goth girl that the 8-year-old queer girls immediately fall in love with).

The good guys are bright, pretty, and cute, and the villains are grey and purple, MAYBE dark red, and acid green if they're doing magic. Acceptable hero aesthetics: hearts, clouds, stars, rainbows, smiley faces, pink things, jewels but only in a cute way not a luxurious way. Villain aesthetics: broken hearts, pointy things, shadows, fangs, and desolate gray wastelands with no hope or life that will haunt you for years.

The good guys' combat capabilities are usually defensive magic focused on shielding people, creating barriers to bad guys, and mystically repairing damage. The bad guys' combat capabilities are almost always dependent upon trickery, kidnapping, theft, and property damage, rather than actual physical violence. Nobody gets hurt, unless the bad guys accidentally injure themselves (played for laughs).

The heroes always clearly unambiguously win with no tragedy or sadness and they all like each other, unless two need to develop a short-lived rivalry to learn an Important Lesson about being nice to your friends. Bad guys are petty, mean, and bully each other, except for maybe one stupid good-natured henchman who doesn't realize he's a bad guy. Conflicts are quickly-resolved, black-and-white, and typically low-stakes. (If they're high-stakes, it's in an abstract way, like "if we don't stop him no more flowers will bloom!" and not "he's going to murder somebody.") Movies can have an actual scary villain but ongoing series must have recurring comedically ineffective villains, and also even the scary villains have goofy motives like "wants to destroy friendship" or "just, like, super selfish and bad at sharing."

This—this is the essence of the girly 80s cartoon. This is my target.

I'm not saying this how to make a good girly cartoon. I'm not saying a good girly cartoon shouldn't have narrative complexity, high stakes, or interesting character depth. I'm saying that ain't how the 80s did it, and THAT'S the genre I'm parodying.

[adventurer-gearld]

Time for time travel deep cut

All of Deep Cut is experiencing dreams of the future! They are dreaming of different parts though, with a few that overlap. They barely remember the dreams, it’s a fleeting sensation they are unable to chase.

Unfortunately, the day that everyone got rewinded to, was one that Shiver was incredibly sick. Big Man and Frye completely ignored their dreams in favour of making sure Shiver doesn’t get even more sick. The dreams were being forgotten quickly anyways.

Shiver is just experiencing a shit show of a fever dream full of nonsensical points that make no sense. Like what is a bear, why is there a rocket?? Why is the bear on the rocket??? Suddenly Deep Cut gets a new boss, who even is that, why is there so much fuzz everywhere. This dream sucks, there’s a big feeling of impending doom.

Shiver ends up being the only one who can remember their dreams past the usual dream forgetting time. Except none of them make sense with the knowledge they have now, so it’s dismissed as a leftover affect from that really bad fever they had. All the knowledge they gain is nonsensical. They ignore the fact that fever dreams do not normally persist after the fever is gone.

Fryes dreams include more chill and positive moments. getting their first album recorded, successfully stealing ancient human artifacts from ruins for the first time, meeting the squid sisters outside of a secret military operation. She however quickly forgets the dream besides a keyword like: album, bandit, or military.

Big Man dreams of more serious moments. Like taxes, arguments, learning about what Grizzco is trying to do. He is left with a single still image of the dream, nothing more. He is the one who manages to recognize people from the dreams, it confuses him greatly.

At some point they all discuss their dreams. They manage to price together that somehow it’s all connected through overlapping dreams. They start to figure out what’s going on, but don’t have the full picture until they see a young inkling with yellow ink run full speed away from them, they do the only normal thing and chase the inkling down, corner them, and start asking questions. Then immediately realize that this is weird and apologize.

And so Neo Three and Deep Cut meet, exchange phone numbers and promise to talk about this later.

[doomedandstoned]

FLESH OF THE STARS Reveal Fifth LP, ‘The Glass Garden’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

I've had my eye on FLESH OF THE STARS since 2016's most excellent Hossana and we invited the group to be a part of our compilation Doomed & Stoned in Chicago a year later. Now the Chicago progressive doomers return with their fifth full-length, 'The Glass Garden' (2023). Described by the band as "a southwestern ghost story to match the eerie, elemental tone of the music," the record dares us to imagine a ruined world inhabited by mournful spirits. "Atrocities of the past echo in paranoid visions of creatures in dark corners and hidden signals in the static."

First track "Terraforms" comes rampaging out of the gates with an offbeat rhythm accented by signals which subtly flutter and spurt on the synthesizer. Guitars are emphatic and glowing with irradiated fuzz. You might be expecting black metal shrieks or deathly growls to emerge at this point, but the band contrasts the driving beat with earnest vocals that hover and swirl above the strewn landscape like ghosts. It is precisely this contrast that makes Flesh of the Stars so compelling.

Lyrics present a fluid stream of consciousness, giving up vivid descriptions of the scene before us:

Floods buzzing like a hive over fortified ground. The only voice in the vastness as I idle on thru, uncertain & unbound, onto bear witness to the plague, leaching into tender soil. What will ever stop this meaningless machine? All will be consumed when the floodlights beam.

While you don't need the words to genuinely experience this music, the lyrics really deepened my own appreciation for each track and what it was trying to accomplish. I'm once again drawn to the stark post-apocalyptic short stories of Philip K. Dick for comparison.

With its bittersweet strumming, "Overworld" has the feel of some lost Renaissance air just now unearthed. The soft cooing of the keys and pedal steel guitar in the backdrop adds a layer of uncanny atmosphere to the disquieting narrative. Crashing chords follow, reminding us that we are, after all, still in Doom's domain.

Sand, fragments, and dirt, whirling & rising, pelting my skin, blurring my eyes red & raw. They say, don't turn away until I feel the pull. Gather my strength, cover my eyes, and wait.

If you've appreciated the vocal harmonies up to now, "Into The Maze," pairs them so effectively with the warmth of the bass and some positively Elderesque guitar leads. It's hard to know when "After the Dream" begins, as the previous song melts so seamlessly and naturally into it. There's a dreamy wistfulness about the song, as the lyrics and melodic vocals depict a "surge growing stronger, washing away cars up on bricks. Foundations split, plague comes, mud sticks." Immediately following the emphatic thud-thud-thud-thud of guitar, bass, and drums at the nine-minute mark, synth and lap steel take the reins for a section worthy of a John Carpenter soundtrack.

"Unseen" concludes the album with earthquaking low-end (captured pristinely on this recording), joined by wave-crashing symbols, warm, sustaining bass tone, and clean, consoling vocals. Things end on the single note of feedback that the record began with.

Throughout The Glass Garden, songwriter Matt Ciani (guitar, keys, vox) builds atmosphere like a mighty cloud formation that builds slowly, but eventfully, into massive cumulus monoliths. Matt's ethereal, melancholic singing is especially effective, grounded to reality by stalwart percussionists Nico Ciani and Sam Corman Penzel, with Will Phalen on the pedal steel. In sum, a slow burn that is a genuinely moving album.

Look for The Glass Garden by Flesh of the Stars this Friday, October 27th (get it here). Stick it on a playlist with Elder, Deafheaven, Chrome Ghost, Messa, and Moon Coven.

Give ear...

The Glass Garden by Flesh of the Stars

SOME BUZZ

After ten years of progressive doom metal & synthesizer worship from Chicago’s Flesh of the Stars, the band is closing out their current chapter with the sprawling new full-length The Glass Garden, to be released on October 27, 2023. It is their sixth release, following 2021’s Mirror / Vessels EP and four LPs, including the acclaimed Anhilla (2017) and Mercy (2019).

Recorded in July 2022 with Doug Malone at Jamdekand at FotS home base by frontman Matt Ciani, this new LP embraces sonic clarity & simplicity. The drums hit harder, the guitars blossom in tremendous widescreen, and the keys maintain a sense of unease to match vocalist Matt Ciani’s intimate performance. 'The Glass Garden' is a meticulous blend of synthesizers, electric pianos, pedal steel, and, of course, massive towers of fuzz guitar.

"Compared to our previous work," the band says, "the riffs on GG are more serpentine, the drums more muscular, the BPMs a bit higher, and the arrangements more live-sounding, presenting the band in our core elements with minimal overdubs."

Album opener “Terraforms” starts with a blast, doom but almost not, quickly making clear that Flesh of the Stars are again expanding their sonic capabilities. The story begins with a drive south through the desert as the sun sets in deep red. Dozens of abandoned cars line the highway as we barrel through slinky guitar leads and disorienting whirlwinds of drums.

“Overworld” introduces haunting pedal steel guitar, played by Chicago multi-instrumentalist Will Phalen. His performance ranges from barely-there uneasy swells to hollow ghost town howls to full-on shrieking as the song abruptly shifts in tone and volume.

“Into the Maze” is a marathon - a feast of riffs, melodies, and time signatures, each morphing into each other and then recalling motifs from six sections back. Corman Penzel’s drumming takes us fully through the wormhole, mirroring Ciani’s storytelling, which takes us into an otherworldly aperture, a tunnel “too tight to crawl”, but we’re “too far to turn back.”

Side B begins with a moment to breathe. A lone somber clean guitar patiently coaxes the band back to life after the tumult of “Into the Maze”. It is eventually joined by Fender Rhodes, pedal steel (this time pushing even further into ambient country territory), and Ciani’s quiet & mournful vocal. Over 12 minutes, “After the Dream” builds from near-silence to absolute doom bombast before descending into a subterranean synth finale in the oscillating, modulating void.

“Unseen” seamlessly picks up where “After the Dream” ends, swapping bass synth for a veiled nylon string guitar to begin a 5-minute synth-folk ballad, at times reprising album opener “Terraforms”, taking the listener back to “the all-seeing red” of the nuclear sunset in the desert. What follows is nine minutes of twisting, hurtling, downtuned prog intensity, as The Glass Garden reaches for its highest highs before its startling and abrupt end.

Taken as a whole, The Glass Garden stands as Flesh of the Stars’ most ambitious and fully realized LP, a final word from a band that has never stopped honing their style and skills in their ten-year run.

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[morvantmortuary]

Hi, Rae! I hope this finds you well 😊

That's a fun list of WIPs you've shared, and if you're willing to share some more - I'd love to hear about 'light the sky and hold on tight'. Cheers!

nora darling!!! <3 thanks so much for taking the time to ask. I hope you're doing well too :D <3 I appreciate your patience, work has been busier today than normal lmao

so "light the sky and hold on tight" is a rora request with a he/him reader that's thisclose to done, I just have a couple scenes left to tie off. I really like it so far, it's one where we kind of get an insight into some of her thought process behind her background scheming. here's a snippet from what I have so far:

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This was calculated - your brain was already shorting out just a little from the contact and the smell of her sweetly floral perfume (magnolia, jasmine, and white sandalwood - you’d looked it up one night when you couldn’t sleep for it driving you insane). It wasn’t that her sweetness or affection was a mask, per se. Quite the contrary, you knew they were as real as anything.

Realer than lots of things, in just how intense they could be sometimes.

But this was an unspoken appeal, and you couldn’t help the quiet, curious voice at the back of your brain even as she made it fuzz over. “Did you…” you blinked, trying to re-focus on her face rather than the low neckline of her dark dress at your seated eye level. “Need something, love?” She’d chosen to stay with you at your place today, insisting she needed a break from the Mortuary. But she’d been oddly unsettled all morning, flitting restlessly from room to room when she thought you weren’t looking. You’d thought at first that was because she’d only brought a skeleton kit of her usual tools for her project in progress, but you wondered now if it wasn’t something else.

“…Well,” Rora demurred, glancing askance. That meant ‘yes,’ but she was trying to be polite. “Only if I’m not taking you from anything urgent, sweet pea.” She glanced over your shoulder at your monitor again, as if to check for herself.

“No,” you shook your head, drawing her attention back to you. You lifted your hands to gently pull hers from your hair, kissing the backs of her palms before loosely holding them in your own. “What’s up?”

Rora’s smile softened at your affection, and for the briefest second, you saw her look away again - as if for a moment, she was hesitating. “I hate to ask,” she began, her teeth catching at her lush lower lip. “But I need a ride.”

“Sure,” you said immediately, still fiddling with her fingers in your own as you swiveled slightly from side to side in your office chair. “Into town? Did you need to grab something for the, uh,” you paused, trying to remember what you’d seen her working on this morning. “…Possum in a tutu?”

“No,” Rora shook her head with another smile. “Mademoiselle Paulette’s almost done, she just has a final string of pearls waiting for her at home.”

“Of course,” you nodded, your face mock serious. “As every sophisticated possum must have this season.”

Rora giggled, and you couldn’t help but grin — you loved that sound. You’d do anything to hear that sound. Maybe even fight a bear. An undead bear. “Silly, handsome boy.” She reached up with a finger, gently booping your nose, and you felt your face flood with heat. “You’re delightful, you know that?”

“Yeah, well…” you trailed off, unable to come up with a retort as you gazed into her eyes. You knew the green like the color of your own bedroom walls, by now, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t still get lost in them — dark, like the mossy entrance of a cave. Sometimes, if you looked too long, you felt a slight tug somewhere inside your gut.

Like Orpheus standing at the threshold, descending to search for Eurydice.

“Little Shoot?” Rora tilted her head to look at you, and you snapped back to reality. “You still with me?”

“Yup!” You nodded too quickly. “Yeah, sorry, just, uh. Work brain.” You blinked, fighting the urge to shake your head. “…Where did you need to go?” you asked. You realized she’d never told you. Or hadn’t told you yet, you corrected yourself. …Right?

Rora’s smile thinned, and for the briefest second, it whittled itself into something oddly curved and sharp. “It’s not far,” she said, the smile vanishing and her eyes widening innocently quick enough to feel like whiplash. “And what I need will only take a few minutes, I promise.”

“Sure, no worries,” you nodded, feeling your own head tilt just slightly. “I’m done with this, and I don’t have anything else to do today.” You shrugged, and, briefly, something felt a little… odd, when you tried to smile. “Did you want to grab dinner or something afterwards?”

“Hmm.” The tip of Rora’s tongue darted out, running over her lips. “We’ll see how you feel after my little errand, first. Okay?”

“…Sure, Ror,” you said again, your smile feeling even stranger now. “Whatever works, we have all evening.”

“You’re so agreeable,” Rora cooed, ruffling your hair affectionately before kissing your forehead. “My strong little succulent, so sweet.” And just like that, she turned, her hair a fragrant black veil flowing behind her. “I’m just going to get my scarf and some things, and then I’ll be ready!” she sing-songed.

You blinked again as if emerging from a daze, one of your hands reaching up to check and see if she’d left a soft pink lipstick stain on your forehead.

Your fingers came away from your skin looking like they’d crushed a rose petal. You sat there, wondering just why it felt like your true love was being a little too vague about this… errand, and absently rubbed them against your thumb without noticing you were smearing the pink even further.

--

our girl is always up to something <3 I'm really looking forward to sharing this one when it's ready, it's probably one of my favorite things I've written for her so far.

thanks again for taking the time, babe, I really appreciate it! <3

[thepikachusorcerer]

Hey Vwoop. Weird ask game time

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Do as many or as little as you want beloved<3

Hi Adam. I was confused for a moment I forgot about The Bit. I like the bit continue the bit

- LOTS but I'll go Save Yourself MCR . Significantly less than I think tho </3 I will confidently sing the wrong lyrics It's fine. Save Yourself I'll Hold Them Back has been imprinted in my brain for years tho

- a couple notches colder than everyone else in this home with incredibly mid water pressure

- NO i have a strict No Eating In My Room Policy. Sometimes I'll eat in the Gamer Room if I'm on call w/ you guys but I bring my dishes down to the kitchen immediately after. water bottles, however, now that's a different beast entirely,

- it seems embarassing to say that I've been Just looping MCR at school So I guess this. I listen to a lot of things but not at school/Situation where I would need "grounding" ig. hmm. i was going to say something in attempt to be funny but it was even more cringe actually. there exists a playlist I've made Specifically for background character music (Affirmations. You are getting a good grade in being a background character. Unpercievable.)

- I do have a favourite towel. I have two favourite handtowels. One is white with an anthromorphized rabbit in a teddy-bear style, and the other is a tom and jerry towel. Both are in the context of association w/ my grandmother, for some reason. She would always set the bunny towel aside for me when I came to her house so I was like yea :] this is my towel i guess :], and the second one she gave me at Christmas and I remember being real happy/surprised that she accurately percieved Thing I Was Into at the time :D. there's also only one new set of bathtowels because all of our other ones r super old and this one hasn't had the fuzz washed out of it yet. Objectively best bath towel.

- it depends on the context of the roof. If the roof was not a roof you're supposed to be on, I would probably be freaking out and you would probably laugh at me but not maliciously. Otherwise I don't know. What do people do on rooves.

[second-star-to-motunui]

I love your Yuu is Autistic series! I was hoping if you can do one with the NRC staff please?

Yuu is Autistic! Pt 4

✨Feat. NRC Faculty; Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas and Sam✨

They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.

Let’s be honest, he doesn’t care.

Half this campus is autistic, that’s not his problem. Plus, if he’s not doing anything about the traumatized kids Overblotting he’s definitely not doing anything about this. Anytime Yuu brings up something related to their autism like needing fidget toys or struggling with school, Crowley just skirts around the subject and blah blah blahs about how he’s still very busy trying to find them a way home. How selfish to ask for more of him when he’s doing his best!

And then he gets a smack on the head and a very stern scolding from Crewel to do better. So now Crowley will, begrudgingly, try to be more accommodating for Yuu and other autistic students by doing the bare minimum. How minimum? Wearing a rainbow infinity button and letting the public know he cares about his “mentally challenged” students. How kind of him.

One day he got guilted by Crewel into taking Yuu shopping for clothes. He happened to notice a big, fluffy stuffed yellow teddy bear in a store. Yuu likes soft things right? Something about good sensory? Eh, why not. He bought it for Yuu and the way they squealed and rubbed their face into the soft fuzz was actually rather cute… What a nice thing he did! How humble and kind he is!

“Prefect! I have purchased you an abundance of trinkets for your mental stimulation. Am I not the kindest for tending to your needs? … No I did not buy it because of Professor Crewel! And I would appreciate if you didn’t complain to him about me when you don’t get your way! … HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DIVOR—“

Crewel catches on pretty quick. Yuu flinches and covers their ears whenever he cracks his whip and when they’re frustrated they suck their thumb or their fingers twitch. Sometimes he witnesses the more destructive behaviors like lip biting or scratching.

He knows some of their stress comes from a certain birdbrain neglecting them so Crewel takes matters into his own hands. Yuu doesn’t like how their uniform feels? No problem, he will personally tailor a uniform that they’re comfortable in. Oh and no more twitchy fingers. He gives them little toys they can stim quietly with, like clay or a squishy ball. If he needs to get the attention of bad pups in class with his whip, Crewel gives Yuu a warning so they can cover their ears and not be startled.

On days Yuu comes to class looking like they’re in a bad mood or on the verge of tears, Crewel makes quick work getting the rest of the class started on the lesson for the day then sits with Yuu to make sure they’re alright before helping them get started too.

Not everyone knows this, but whenever Yuu is having a panic attack around him, Crewel will take them somewhere quiet, wrap them in his coat and give them a tight hug to help them calm down. If Yuu isn’t into hugs, he’ll just hold their hands. Crowley failed to be a good guardian for this child that has nobody to depend on. Crewel cares about his pup and he’ll always be there for them.

“Sorry for the wait, pup. Are you alright? … Ok, no tears. Here, play with this. Take a breather and we’ll get started once you calm down. And don’t worry, I’ll have a word with headmage about shrugging his responsibilities off on you… Would you like to come by and play with the dogs after school? It’s been a while since they’ve seen you.”

He had a feeling there was something… wrong with Yuu but didn’t understand what. There are times Trein sees Yuu drawing in their notebook instead of paying attention yet when he calls them out they immediately repeat what he said in his lecture almost word for word. Their bad posture is distracting too, it feels like no matter how many times he tells them to straighten up they just can’t remember it.

It’s not until Trein asks Crewel what’s going on with Yuu, since he really is the closest thing to their legal guardian at this point, that he understands they have a neurological disorder. That’s why their memory is so strange. Trein may be old, but he’s willing to learn how to support Yuu. He managed to raise his daughters mostly on his own after all. Crewel does show him some of Cater’s Autism Awareness posts just in case.

Trein doesn’t like when Yuu gets loud with their stimming because it can be disruptive. So, if they get too loud, he’ll just casually put Lucius in their lap and continue with class like it’s nothing. Yuu gets a soft, cuddly friend to help them focus and Lucius gets free pets! It’s a win for everyone! Except Idia, he wants to pet the kitty too but Trein said he’s too dirty.

Honestly, with what Trein knows now he’s starting to notice more autistic tendencies in his other students too cough ace & deuce cough.

“Child, please try and quiet down a little. Are you overstimulated? Here, you and Lucius sit outside for a minute and come back in once you’ve calmed down, alright? Do me a favor and give his tail a brush while you’re at it. Silence, all of you, pay no mind to them, eyes on me!”

As far as Vargas is concerned, there’s nothing physically wrong with Yuu so there’s no reason for them to be struggling with Physical Ed.

He tends to single Yuu out a lot. Yelling at them for putting headphones on during class, scolding them for their bluntness, it’s a huge mess. Until one day where Vargas lost his patience and literally snatched Yuu’s headphones off their ears to blow his whistle and scold them. Yuu screamed out loud, covered their ears and dropped on the ground crying. Ace almost started a fight with Vargas over it but luckily Deuce broke it up and explained the situation while Trey comforted Yuu.

It’s not music they’re listening to? The headphones are meant to muffle loud noises because they have sensitive ears? Seeing how distressed Yuu is, crying while Trey is hugging them tightly, Vargas starts to feel terrible. He feels even worse once Crewel gives him more details. He vows from then on to do better.

Now Vargas checks if Yuu has their headphones on before blowing the whistle. If there’s a work out/exercise they don’t want to do, he’ll talk with them to see if they can come to a compromise.

“Got a second, kiddo? I never got the chance to apologize for my behavior towards you. I can’t say I 100% get what’s wrong with your brain but I’ll do my best to understand it. Now go on and do your laps! A-At your own pace of course! You’ve got this, I believe in you!”

Yeah, he knows. Every time Yuu comes into the shop they stare at and touch everything that looks shiny or interesting for almost an hour, buy a sugary treat and then leave. They do this a couple times a week.

Sam actually helped Deuce select a pair of headphones for Yuu. Specifically, a pair he already knew they would love. It was their favorite color and they could listen to music with them too. Sam was so pleased to see Yuu wearing the headphones the next time they visited the store.

The first time he saw Yuu, nervously biting their thumb and struggling to ask what snacks they could buy for cheap his heart just about shattered. Needless to say, Sam will be joining Crewel in beating up scolding Crowley for his negligence. But first, he’s cooking this baby a meal, Yuu’s not going hungry on his watch, damnit! Now Sam makes Yuu lunchboxes every day with their favorite safe meals along with some candy for sugar cravings.

If Yuu is black/poc Sam does their hair for them. He styles it in ways that’ll look nice and won’t bother or irritate them. If Yuu stims with their hair, Sam will leave some strands out they can play with. He loves hair care days with Yuu more than anything.

“Hello, my little imp! Oh dear, have you been biting your fingers again? C’mere, let me wrap those up. Did you enjoy lunch today? … Cher, there’s no need to thank me! I adore cooking for you! By the way, I’ve got your favorite sweets back in stock! You get a special family discount!”

[msntoon]

A/N: Its finally here! I finally finished it! Woooo! Working on chapter two rn! This fic in its entirety is dedicated to @3r1nn because they’re an amazing friend and an all around great person. HEY SINCE I PASTED THIS FROM DOCS YOU CANNOT READ IT IF YOUr PALLET IS IN GOTH RAVE SORRY. THE TEXT IS BLACK. -end of A/N

Echoing Shadow

chapter One- into the woods

word count- 2.2k

Sarah Sanderson/reader

💜💜💜

A snake, a wolf and a moth all three walked together through the field. The grass was tall. It was midnight. They sang under a full moon. 

    “Sister,” said the moth, “shan’t we go home? The moon is high, light enough for us to be seen,” the snake hushed the moth with a loud hiss.

    “Quiet! Don’t ruin our fun. We shall not be discovr’d, and if we are we can beat them off,” the snake and the wolf continued to prance around the flowers. The moth hid herself beneath the tall grass and hoped she would not be found. 

***

    There was a loud pounding at your door, forcing you to look up from the table. You had been repairing a small stuffed bear, which had belonged to one of the children you were babysitting. Over the years you had collected many broken toys, repairing each one with care. The children usually refused to have them back, insisting you kept them as a gift. They all sat on the mantle above your fireplace. 

    The pounding sounded again.

    “Just coming!” you called, setting down the stuffed bear and rushing to the door. Again there was a pounding just as you reached the door. You turned the lock and flung it open. A young girl stood on the porch. She had wavy auburn hair that grew well past her shoulders. 

    “Wellhello there, how can I help you?” the girl smiled at you, and held up a stuffed toy. It had a tear down the stomach,revealing all the bright white fuzz inside.

    “My brother told me you could fix this for me,” the witch hat atop her head slid down  to cover her face. She held the toy close to her chest and pushed the hat back up. 

    “I sure can,”you smiled as she handed the toy to you. It resembled a dog, but it had wings that looked like they had been sewed on. It also had six eyes, three on each side of the head, made of bright purple buttons. The most noticeable thing, however, were the large feathery antennae. 

    “Did you make this?” the girl nodded,rocking on her heels.

    “Well, mostly all by myself, I made Max help me sew on the wings because mom says I'm not allowed to use the needle because I'm only eight.”

    “Max? Are you Dani?” the girl nodded and gave you a toothy grin.

    “Yup! How do you know who my brother is?” 

    “I used to babysit him,” you said, “you should hurry home, it’s going to get dark soon,” Dani laughed and skipped down the steps to the sidewalk.

    “Don’t you know I'm not afraid of the dark anymore?” she called to you, “Not since halloween, i’m not afraid of anything anymore,” as she disappeared around the corner, you wondered what she had meant by that. 

   

***

    It had been fairly easy to fix the plush toy, a simple ladder stitch fixing the large tear. You had sewn it together with purple yarn to match the eyes, and restuffed it. You set it down on the counter making a mental note to get it back to Dani tomorrow. 

    There was a loud scratching at the back door, and you jumped up to see what it was. When you reached the sliding glass, you saw a black cat staring up at you from outside. This was only startling because of the freezing temperature. You opened the door to let the cat in, and it immediately ran to the front door.  Chuckling, you went to let it out. It meowed and hissed, scratching at the door, only making you walk faster. When you went to open it, the cat scratched at your ankles.

“I know! I’m opening it!” you opened the door, and the cat sprinted out into the street, disappearing under the shadows. 

Not long after at all, there was banging on the glass door, followed by a flash of green light. You sighed, rolling your eyes and trudging back to the sliding glass door. To your horror, three terrifyingly familiar witches stood behind it, shrouded in the midnight shadows.

    You violently shook your head, sprinting up the stars and locking yourself in your room. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you fumbled with the buttons trying to call the cops. There was a banging on your bedroom door. You threw yourself into the closet and tried to be as quiet as possible. 

    The bedroom door creaked open. There was the clicking of heels against hardwood floor. You stood up and pushed yourself against the closet door, holding the doorknob still as it didn’t have a lock on it. You prayed you would be strong enough to hold it closed. 

    “Winnie-” there was a muffled whine from behind the door, cut off before the statement was finished. 

    “Shhh, quiet,” a second voice whispers. There's a soft knock on the closet door, making you jump. You brought your hand to your mouth, trying to slow your breathing.

    “Come out, child,” the doorknob jiggled between your fingers, “doesn’t thou want to greet thine guests? Be a good host and come out of hiding,” the doorknob twisted roughly, and you were unable to hold the door shut any longer as you were pushed backwards into the dark closet. A hand grabbed your upper arm, and you were dragged outwards onto the hardwood floor.

    “Winnie, ‘tis not a child-” Winnifred shushed her sister, glaring down at you. 

    “I can see that… she ran like a coward, just as a child would,” you huffed, looking around the room for an escape route. You caught a glance of a blonde rummaging through your drawers. You nearly shouted out at her to stop, before realizing it wasn’t a priority at the moment. 

    “State your name,” your eyes shot back up to Winnifred.

    “I- uh…” finding your mind blank, you were unable to answer the simple question.

    “Out with it!” startled, you found it in you to spit out your name. She grabbed your arm again and pulled you up onto your feet.

    “Sisters! Come, we have a book to find,” both of her sisters followed close behind as you were dragged out of your home without a chance to protest. 

***

    Luckily, Winnifred’s intentions for you didn’t seem all that malicious. Of course she had threatened to kill you if you came between her and her work but other than that, she just dragged you round with her sisters while she seemingly chased a cat, looking for a book that was, as you had learned, very important to her. A couple times, Winnifred had shoved you off to one of her sisters while she got something done, but any other time she was constantly watching you. She seemed incredibly paranoid that something might go wrong. 

    You knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed the situation in the slightest, but for you it seemed quite leisurely. You hadn’t been tasked with anything, and of course you had no idea why Winnifred had even decided to take you along anyways, but overall you weren’t in any immediate danger. You heard your name called, and looked up to see Sarah waving and you with a dorky smile on her face. From what you had gathered, her sisters found it hard to find much use for her, so she was left with a lot of free time. Free time she used for pestering you. She pranced over to where you were sitting, by the window, and sat next to you.

    “Wouldst thou like to play a game?” she looked at you with the most pathetic doe eyes you had ever seen.

    “No thanks Sarah, i’d like to sit here in silence,” she pouted, laying across your lap.

    “Please,” she whined, “I've finished all of my chores, and Winnie won’t let me help with anything important,” she smiled up at you, as if she already knew you would comply. You did of course. How could you say no to her? She honestly did seem bored, with her sisters doing the majority of the work. 

    “Fine. what did you have in mind?” she squealed, jumping up and dragging you out the front door and towards the trees.

    “What are we doing out here?” you questioned, watching her as she excitedly bounced up and down.

    “Winnie and Mary never want to play, so usually I would have to do it by myself, but would thou want to help me look for beetles?”  she grinned hopefully. 

    You had always hated bugs. 

    “Sure..” but you supposed she was worth it. Giggling, she brought you to the bushes near the trees, explaining how different bugs lived in different areas, and teaching you exactly how to look for the ones you wanted. You weren't in the slightest interested in the preferred method of bug gathering, but you found myself listening regardless. Come to find out, she was looking for rhinoceros beetles, which you were quite familiar with, as one of the children you babysat would often find them in the backyard and show them to you. She caught your grimace when she mentioned them.

    “What is the matter? Art thou scared of beetles? Wherefore would you be frightened of such a harmless creature?” At that moment, you felt something land on your shoulder. Sarah grinned and happily lifted her hands up, scooping it off of you. 

    “It’s big! Look,” she showed you her palms, where a large beetle with horns protruding from its head sat. you took a step back. 

    “Uh huh.. Uhm, nice,” you gave her a nervous smile. She ignored your attitude on the matter, and pulled a small glass jar from the pouch resting at her side. Carefully, she placed the beetle inside and screwed the lid, which had at least ten pin holes poked into it, tightly back on. Placing the jar back in the pouch, she continued to search the bushes for beetles. 

    “Sarah!” Winnifred yelled from inside the cabin, “Get in here!” Sarah pouted. Grabbing your hand, she dragged you back inside. 

    You were shoved into the corner where you sat before as Sarah was scolded by her sisters.

    “We haven’t time for running amok Sarah-” Winnifred looked as if she regretted what she said as soon as the words left her mouth. Sarah giggled, wrapping her arms around Winnifred’s.

    “...amok amok amok amok amok amok-” Winnifred ripped her arms away, interrupting Sarah’s antics. 

    “Stop! I have a chore for you, and it’s quite important, so listen please,” Sarah straightened her posture and smiled at Winnifred, who in turn sighed with an annoyed look on her face, “I need you to go find those dastardly children and bring them here, maybe look for book on you way,” she waved her hands, and Sarah grabbed yours to drag you back out the door. 

    Sarah dragged you along the pathway towards the more crowded parts of town. You were confused to say the least. Suppose it hadn’t really set in what the sisters main goal was. It was easy to ignore their habit of child-killing while you were sitting peacefully near the window and bug hunting with Sarah. The reality of it was, you were currently helping an infamous witch hunt down children, presumably to kill for her own youth. 

    What a predicament.

    You tried to run. Looking towards the bustling and the lights of the neighborhood nearby, you sprinted in that direction as fast as you could. Almost immediately, you heard a high pitched squeal of frustration, and fast paced steps following close behind you.

    “Why art thou running?” Sarah panted between breaths, “I thought we had become friends-“

    “No!” You retorted, equally as breathless, “I’m not your friend! You’re fucking crazy, you just tried to take me with you to hunt kids!” You tried to lose her by changing directions, but she caught it quickly.

    “Wherefore would that make you run away?” she had nearly caught up with you, and it took all of your remaining energy to push yourself faster.

    “Because! Killing kids is wrong, Sarah!” you tripped over a tree root and fell face-first into the dirt. Sarah caught up quickly, grabbing your torso and pulling you upright. 

    “How else is one supposed to stay young and beautiful?” 

You stared at her blankly. 

    “You’re not,” you pushed her off of you, taking the opportunity to run deeper into the forest, leading her away from any populated area. It was dark and you were cold. You didn’t know how you were going to get to safety. There was no way you would outrun Sarah, and you couldn’t get help because that would lead her to where all the children were. 

    You didn’t know what you were going to do. 

***

    You found yourself drawn to 

    A song.

Unfamiliar–

Yet beautiful

In the most

Sickening

Way

It led you deeper into the forest–

Angelic like voice

Whispering sweet promises–

That were never to be kept

A sweet forest song