#'evil' librarians? yes please!

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

John Rogers: "[The different eye colours were] a reference to each of the characters' sins.  Using references from classical sources, we matched colors to: Stone was Lust, Cassandra = Wrath, Baird = Envy and Flynn = Pride."

The Librarians S01E05 and the Apple of Discord.

Bonus Zeke:

[haruchi-slit]

BAD (GOOD) IDEA!

synopsis: Summoning a incubus, Sukuna

warnings: Sukuna has horns, he's a demon/curse, monster fucking, Sukuna has 2 pps and a mouth on his belly, dub con, MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND CUTTING (IT'S FOR THE RITUAL) fucking against the wall, THE RITUAL THINGY ISN'T REAL! English isn't my first language so please forgive me if my grammar's wrong and yeaa a lot of other kinky stuff ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ

a/n: might do a Higuruma, Gojo, or Toji smut/ff/fluff next, any ways isn't Sukuna's just such a cutiepatootie i also tend to use complete English words for sukuna instead of Contractions, like: isn't - is not cause, get it? he's a 1000 year's old tee-hee this is a late Christmas present ;>

After you applied and got accepted at the company your friend's working, you visited your local library to read, and maybe borrow some books, a particular book, caught your attention, it's designed with eyes and plant vines, so curiosity got the better out off you.

"Miss can I borrow this?" you asked as you put the book on the counter,

"Oh hi!, yes, yes you can ma'am, but be really careful" she said, not paying attention to what the librarian, you carelessly dug your own grave, or maybe..not.

"Your Id please, ma'am" the employee says

"Yeah, here" you said looking for your Id in your wallet, once you found your Id you gave it to the librarian.

You got home, completely tired, you placed the book down on your study table, you sat down and decided to read it once you opened it, you realized that the pages only contains pictures, you saw a four armed human with horns, you're not quite sure if it was a demon or a human, while looking thru the pages, a particular page had your eyes dazzling.

it was an instruction on how to summon the

"human" in the book.

You knew it's not a good idea to build and set a little shrine to summon the "human" in the book, but you thought,

"Curses, demons, or other evil spirits don't exist" you scoffed "what else could go wrong"

you shrugged snickering to your self.

You deeply cutted the tip of your finger, you watched your blood drip to the palm of your hand you drew a box with a mouth and four eyes on the paper, As you were doing the ritual, the little shrine you made lits up and turned into ashes, as a portal appears on your bedroom floor, it was the "human" in the book,

he wears a woman's kimono, he has horns, four eyes, you can't help but to look on his stomach with a huge mouth, his about 8ft tall, he has tattoos all over his body and only two arms?, you we're taken a back as you screamed in terror, which made the demon shot the deadliest glare.

"Is that how you greet your guest?, humans." he rolled his eyes as he unclasped his arms,

"F-fuck!" you exclaimed, while you ran fast as you could to unlock your door, but unfortunately the demon appears in front of your bedroom door in a matter of second, which results you bumping on his muscular stomach,

"Summoning me and then running away?, that is quite rude for a lady is it not?, come on do not be scared of me, brat." the demon said forming a devious smirk.

"What-what in the hell are you!?" you breath uncontrollably.

"What do you think human?, I'm a Incubus, you did not read the book?"

you tilted your head, "A what?" you asked, he chuckles at your naive response.

"I'll show what an incubus can do" he once again plastered his devious smirk.

He throws you on your soft mattress causing you to lay flat, you were completely frozen, he towers on top of you, with his muscular and obviously strong structure, you knew you were hopeless.

He lightly sat on your knees, traping you, making sure you can't move,

he removes his kimono, revealing his other set of arms

"Hey- what do your think you're doing!?" you stutter,

he shot seductive glares and you can't lie he's damn fucking attractive!, he acted like he didn't heard you, as he remove his undergarments and tossed it to the ground, he then shook his head as he shushes your mouth, he lifts you up and makes you sit on his lap, you were still in shock so tried to look away, he grabs your jaw forcing you to look at him.

"Eyes on me little one."

you bit your lips trying not to cry, but it was no avail your tears dripped down your cheeks and the demon found it pathetic.

"Humans are so emotional" he chuckles as he leans close to your face, he then licks your tears of, "I'll make you cry in pleasure too" he said and kissed you, you responded to the kiss, you don't know why but the kiss was sloppy, rough, he was dominant, and he doesn't hide it, he bits your lower lip to open your mouth in which he succeed, he roams his tongue in your mouth transferring some of his saliva in you, tongues currently fighting for dominance, you were so lost in the deep kiss, so he took the opportunity to slide the tongue on his belly in your shorts taking you by surprise, you let out a breathy moan as you once again latched your mouth on his lips, his belly tongue draws up and down licking every cornee of your vagina, your short were completely wet by how the demon was spitting on your pussy and abusing it, you broke the deep kiss as soon as you felt his dick erect, you looked at your back as you realized he has two dicks you gasp, you couldn't believe a living being could have two!

"What?, are you surprised little human?" he asked his tongue still moving down your pussy, "Nnn~ ha!" you whimpered as you nodded several times, "feeling good brat?"

"Ha! ugh hah!" you nodded once again, your hand going up to your tits squishing together,

the demon, once again, laughed at your pathetic state

"still not enough?, human are soo greedy" he says as he stood up and lifts you up high against the wall then tore your shorts and panties off, he uses his lower set of arms to hold your lower thigh as the upper set of arms was used as a support to your waist, he leveled your body to his mouth and remember his 8ft tall, so your literally high up against the wall, he spreads your legs wider as he latched his mouth on your pussy, sloppily eating it, focusing on your clit more, so you'll lose your mind faster, he fucking knows how to work that tongue up, his a 1000 years old curse after all, you were above the cloud, in how fucking good he was,

"oh fuuhh!!~ demon, hah! incubus! what ever you are nnn~ so fucking good!" you moaned

"Don't call me shits you brat, Sukuna or Ryomen your choice, little human."

he said while you didn't respond, he latched his mouth on your pussy again, burying his face furthermore making your back arch, against the wall, the room was filled with slurping sounds, whimpers and moans, you feel your walls starting to twitch you knew you're close, and Sukuna noticed so he fasten his pace flicking your puffy clit, spitting on your pussy with no remorse.

"R-ryomen!~ Fuck!" you screamed, as you orgasmed on his long tongue,

"You like that hmm?~" he asked but you couldn't respond cause you were still high,

"ok that's enough foreplay." he said as he aligns his dicks on your pussy and ass.

he slams his dick in you while his arms still supports your little body, he pins your whole body against the wall, his cocks were thick, and quite long, "So- f'king big! i can't!" you cried out "you'll tear me up Ryo!" you added scratching on his shoulders and back,

"oh come on little human, you can do it" he laughs as he pushes his dicks in you,

"my dicks just half way there don't pass out"

penetrating both of your holes

"Ryomen Oh my!" you bit your tongue in result it bleed, "shushh" Sukana says as he kissed your lips, you tasted the metallic taste of your blood while kissing him, as his dicks finally enters both your holes, you can feel his other cock moving in your ass, making it more ten times good, tongue lolled up, saliva dripping from both ends of your mouth, eyes almost crossing, his cocks hits every spot, with every thrust, you scream, and each scream was punctuated,

"Ah~hah, your pussy won't let me move that much, so t-tight" Sukuna states, as he buried his face to the crook of your collarbone, you can feel your pussy latching on his cock like it was it's life source, like if it disappears it would die, "Sukuna nnn!" you moaned your brain turned into a mush with all the pleasure, his cocks hitting each and every g-spot in your body, his cock kissing your womb with his thrust after trust, he lifts you up once again toward your mattress making you sit on top of him, letting you take control,

"come on little human show me what you got."

you bounced up and down holding on to his horns for support as his lower set of arms is buried deep on the flesh of your hips, as his top set of arms was on top of his head,after bouncing on top of him non-stop he came after, your eyelid fell after that, and then you woke up, with heavy breaths, you observed the room your in, you're still in your bed room, fully clothed under your blanket, you looked at your digital clock beside your bed, and realized it was time for your work,

"Thank god it was just a wet dream haha~" you yawned,

"oops, can't be late for my new job" you lightly laughed. Unfortunately you we're late.

Upon arriving at your workplace, you we're 20 minutes late. your friend, Geto greets you after coming out of the elevator,

"oh good morning~, the boss is waiting for you" Geto says and points a the door, that you assumed the boss's office,

"uh-oh, is it because im late?" you asked

which made Geto shrug " I don't know" he says "just goo aheadd, I'll grab you some coffee, see you later" added.

You knocked on your Boss's office

"Come in" a familiar voice, as soon as you opened the door, your boss greets you,

"Did you have fun last night, little human?"

"Ryomen..."

a/n: no part two👹

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey, if possible Lesso with prompt 27 please?

Angst, happy ending but any direction you fancy! Thank you! I adore you’re work! 😘💛

Hiiiii @grumblebee-93! I appreciate your request and your patience for me to get to yours (: Thank you for your kind words and for reading my work 💕 This work was inspired by a song which I’ll tag for you (;

Red Fever ~Leonora Lesso xFem Librarian!Reader

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, angst, degrading kink, nicknames, shower sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers vibes, hate fucking, fingering, implied sex…, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was no secret that you and Lesso didn’t like each other.

Lesso had made it evidently clear that she thought having a non Ever/Never Librarian to bridge the two schools to be bullshit.

And you had made it evidently clear that you would not tolerate her negative and evil shenanigans.

Luckily, you spent most of your time in the library which was in the Ever side of the school; so for the most part, you didn’t see Lesso.

Except for staff meetings…

And whenever Lesso found it convenient to bug you at meal times…

~

“Normie…” Lesso snarked at you on her way into the library/meeting room.

“Red…” you bit back.

~

“Don’t get in involved in things that surpass you, Normie…” Lesso jeered, glaring at you from across the dining table.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Red.” You punctuated, glaring right back.

~

“What books would you not recommend, Normie?” Lesso asked, having appeared out of nowhere in the library.

“Why…?” You snarked.

“Because you obviously have bad taste in what you do like to read…” Lesso snarked right back.

~

That was only the beginning…

But the worst of it was that you found yourself gravitating to Lesso’s taunts and jeers.

Yea, they hurt, but she was like a fucking magnet…

After a particularly brutal staff meeting, in which you had to excuse yourself because you and Lesso had gotten so heated, you rushed to the teachers quarters to compose yourself.

Lesso had gotten you to the verge of tears this time.

And she had had the biggest fucking Cheshire Cat grin while doing so…

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was the ever growing wet spot in your knickers accompanied by a tightening coil in your stomache.

You rushed into the female staff shower quarters (yes the school was old fashion, dormitory style in that way), slamming the door shut behind you.

You stripped and quickly turned on the hot water to try and calm yourself.

~

Immediately when you had stormed off, Lesso had had the gut feeling that she had gone too far.

Which she didn’t get often…

But you hated her, didn’t you?

Regardless, she was determined to find you after the meeting.

She checked all the books of the library…

Nothing.

She checked your sleeping quarters…

Nothing.

She checked your classroom…

Nothing.

Eventually, all that was left was the showering quarters.

Lesso entered the large room swiftly and silently.

And the sound of running water coming from one of the showers confirmed your presence.

But before she could do anything else, Lesso heard something else…

~

You couldn’t help it…

For some reason, Lesso degrading and taunting you turned you on.

Wayyy more than you were comfortable with.

It was not okay for her to treat you that way…

And yet every time, you found yourself snaking your hand down to your soaked cunt, relieving the painful ache in between your legs…

Today was no different.

If anything, it was worse…

The heated water hitting you only spurred your actions on even more.

Pretty soon, you were skillfully fucking your cunt in the way you knew got to you best…

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!” you moaned as you yet again just barely came close to your orgasm but didn’t quite make it.

You tried to stifle the sounds that came out of your lips…

But today, it was extra hard…

You found your fingers weren’t doing it today, and it started to frustrate you.

Lesso was getting to you.

~

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!”

Lesso was stunned in place for a solid minute.

Had she heard right?

That was most definitely you…

And it was most definitely a moan…

As soon as Lesso unfroze, she rushed over to where the sound had come from.

She ripped the shower curtain open, her eyes widening at the sight.

~

At the sound of the curtain, you quickly snuck your hand back from your heat and your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Lesso.

“What the fuck, Lesso?!” You shrieked, trying to use the shower curtain to immediately cover up.

But it was too late.

Lesso had seen you…

And she had immediately decided that she wanted to see you again…

No… She wanted to have you…

But you hated her, didn’t you??

“Lesso!! What the actual fuck?!” You repeated, when Lesso didn’t respond and was simply staring at you.

“Me???” Lesso snapped back, “What the fuck to you!! This is a public showering area!”

“Oh my God, Can’t you just leave me alone?? I fucking hate you…!” You seethed.

Lesso couldn’t stand this anymore.

She couldn’t stand the elephant in the room.

“If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!” She screamed back.

Now it was your turn to go silent.

You had feared that she’d heard it…

But you didn’t know until that moment.

And that’s when it clicked for Lesso.

This wasn’t hatred that you had for her…

It was lust.

A smirk plastered over Lesso’s face.

“Red, Don’t be ridicul—”

But before you could finish your lie, Lesso’s lips had crashed into yours.

She pinned you to the wall with ease, closing the curtain, and ignoring her clothes which were getting soaked.

All she focused on was attacking your precious lips.

Oh and the moans she drew from those pretty lips…

As she devoured your lips, Lesso snaked her own hand down to your aching cunt.

She moaned in delight at how your were dripping for her…

“Fuck Normie…” Lesso panted, “Need me that bad?”

“Yes fuck please Red…” you breathlessly pled with her, arching your back and hips to her touch.

Lesso fucked you right then and there. While wearing all her clothes. The water still running.

It was absolutely, delightfully sinful…

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

I hate when they change like vital plot points of a book to fit in a movie. I mean, first of all the iconic F outfits. The Circus of Talents. We lost Princess Uma, a bad bitch if there ever was one. Anyway thoughts below but I can’t add a read more on mobile so sorry. Spoilers obviously.

Thoughts on the School for Good and Evil movie

Good

- The design and aesthetic of all of it was beautiful. I mean like everything was elegant and stunning and just visually incredibly pleasing.

- Sofia Ann Caruso is a great Sophie, she’s cringey and mean and overdramatic. She is the love child of Megamind and Regina George.

- Also Theron and Washington made great professors.

- The Tedros had a cool sword, iconic dumbassery, was pretty and also had cool fits which is how I like my men personally.

- Sophie and Agatha’s friendship at the start was super natural and well written.

- Soman cameo.

- I loved the little addition of Professor Anemone previously being a history teacher. It was just such a nice little touch to the world building and her character.

- The inherent creepiness of the casting for Rafal. I mean I always imagined him looking like a teenager but him looking like he’s in his twenties and trying to claim Sophie as his child bride really adds that extra layer of ickiness.

- Literally everything with Gregor Charming. An icon, a legend, he is the moment.

Bad

- Sofie Wylie is a good Agatha but they wrote her so blandly. Also like where was the initial awkwardness? We deserved bitchy goth loner Agatha. And like it would’ve been cool if Agatha was more conventionally unattractive. Like no hate to Sofie Wylie she’s absolutely gorgeous but it would’ve been nice if she did have that whole thing of yeah people don’t think she’s pretty but then her personality begins to outweigh that.

- Where the actual everloving fuck where Anadil’s rats? I was promised little rats. I was robbed.

- Why were all the Ever girls such bitches? I mean like passive aggressive? Yeah sure. But they were outright bullies.

- The plot change of Rafal purposefully letting Good grow complacent and vain. I think it’s more interesting when you have Good who genuinely have grown complacent without the manipulation of true evil or whatever. It adds more weight to it.

- The Circus of Talents was iconic and we deserved to have the wolves and fairies reveal.

- The blood magic? I mean like what? You have regular magic, no deus ex machina necessary.

- More development between our girls and Teddy. Like I love him being a pathetic little scrunkly but it felt like everything happened in two days. This may have been better adapted as a show considering it’s meant to be covering a whole year of school.

- We deserved hot pink finger glows.

- Lack of iconic book characters: Princess Uma, Castor and Pollux, the Golden Goose, the little pets they had, Anadil’s rats (yes I’m bitter), the librarian dude whose name I’m forgetting, he has Giles vibes, the seer, you know the dude.

- I wanted to see Hort’s frog pajamas.

- The actual explanation for the nemesis stuff like in the books.

- Where was the witches/Agatha friendship? Sophie betraying Aggie to avoid going home? Dovey caring about Good?

- More mean Sophie. Give the people what they want

- It felt so queer-baity. I know the book three twist but like it was just annoying.

Edit - Also the iconic line ‘I’m worse than my father. Because I still love you.’

All in all it was a fun movie but having loved the books as a kid I felt like they didn’t really get done justice. Two and a half hours wasn’t enough to cover the whole story adequately in my opinion.

[fuckyeaharthuriana]

My favorite arthurian tv shows and minisiers (part 2/2)

(My favorite movies here)

More details under cut. Some of these I love, some are so bad so good, some are beautifully epic, some are just funny.

Kaamelott: French long running series about Arthur and his court. It started with very short comedic episodes and slowly stated to get into more serious events still keeping a comedic tone. More on how to start watching (for English speakers) here.

Merlin (BBC): Okay, this might have filled me with frustration many times, and it might be annoying (for me) in the way some stories were adapted (Morgana going evil, Guinevere and Lancelot) but I still love the first season and I enjoyed the fifth season a lot. Plus, Guinevere in Merlin BBC is probably one of my favorite Guinevere ever created, I just adore her. Not to mention that this show has take arthuriana from tv movies and turned into something marketable again, giving rise to a bunch of movies.

Camelot (Starz): Oh boy, so much potential and so good. Everything but Arthur and Guinevere, for me, is perfect. Literally delightful. The settings are beautiful, the story of Merlin and Igraine actually made me shed a tear, Kay is adorable, Gawain had the potential of being the first queer Gawain ever (I could feel it!), and Morgana was absolutely perfect. I truly believe that if they had cut Guinevere's story, and changed the actor playing Arthur this could have been our long arthurian tv show.

The Librarians: An extremely fun show with a Galahad living in modern times and working with the Librarians. While the arthurian elements are not a lot (there is Morgana, Galahad and some Lancelot), the show is still enjoyable for the self-contained adventures it offers.

Trollhunters / Tales of Arcadia: This animated series is not really an arthurian one, but it does have Merlin, Morgana and Arthur as main characters in the third season, which takes a more arthurian setting (it is called Wizards). I really enjoyed the backstory of Morgana, and in general even the first two seasons are quite fun for what they are.

Fate/Apocrypha: I admit I am not a fan of the Fate universe, mainly because it confuses me, but seeing Mordred in the flesh? I loved them. This one season anime does not have a lot of arthurian backstory for Mordred, but the show still manages to keep some of the angst and for me it was enough.

Arthur et les enfants de la Table Ronde: Probably my favorite animated arthurian show ever. The story is for kids, but it still manages to throw in some interesting twist, in particular related to Uther's cruelty/harshness and Morgana's actions. It follows a kid Arthur who is an orphan living in Uther's kingdom and going to adventures with Sagramore, Guinevre, Gawain, Morgana etc. It also has one of the few Morgause out there!

Cursed: Okay, hear me out! Is this show good? Not in my opinion. Is it fun? Yes, I actually enjoyed it. The Merlin and Nimue duo was an interesting take, Arthur's story was developing to be really good, Morgana as a lesbian? Yes, please. It was messy, but it managed to pull together even a final battle and give us some surprising moments so this is one of those shows I will probably feel like rewatching in the future (and buying the dvd if they sell it).

[netherworldpost]

Would you ever make the "I have a lot of feelings about this book" card design into a sticker label? I'd love to buy a pack to put on my favorite books before I lend them out. Also, not me shopping in your store before I actually receive my first order ... BUT I LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey there! Firstly, thank you!

I'm extremely pleased and humbled by your enjoyment. I'm also a bit "hm hm! hm!!" because we are barely starting out along a very long plan to make wonder and create dazzle.

Book stickers get tricky. It has to be extremely clearly worded in teh description "this sticker is unlikely to come off and will likely cause damage if you remove it" and other such things.

So saying, there is a future phase of... stuff... (everything from stickers similar to what you mentioned to registry stuff to stories and rambles) called "Eldritch Librarian" that I've been tinkering with for some 7 or 8 years at least.

It started slowly with Evil Supply Co. but the company was so scattered that the notes just kinda went everywhere and I couldn't focus. Part of --

The Shift I Ought to Cleverly Name and Likely Won't Because It Amuses Me To Call It Something Different Every Time

-- has been to resolve that lack of focus.

With book modifications, things get inherently personal, very quickly (hence the looping this project with Eldritch Librarian). Some books are to gift, some are to lend, both need to be addressed in modification.

The Short Answer: Yes, on an unknown schedule, and part of a larger system.

As to your order!

Again I say thank you!

It's ready.

It's either in the mail or will be in the mail tomorrow (Monday, April 22).

If you haven't gotten an email tracking yet, that will come on Monday morning sometime, depending on where your order sat in the queue.

I was tinkering with the shipping system last night.

Tracking info generates immediately when your label is produced, as your order is packed, but prior to said tinkering, it would only email Day Of Going Out the Door.

Now it emails within a few minutes of the label being generated.

The advantage to this being those of us whom Are Frequently Awake in the Middle of the Night staring at the walls and wondering "hm has that shipped yet" and rather than waiting on servers to click over to what is deemed (for whatever reason) as The Time to Send, it just sends immediately.

I will also say thank you one last time.

When I say "I was overwhelmed with the initial response" I mean it both emotionally (most positive possible connotation) and physically (most positive possible connotation).

I'll always ship what is currently considered slow -- always a small pile of days, the target is 2 - 5 days, with an upper limit of 8 or 9 days.

The window being "do we have your particular item in stock, right now, or will it be added to the next production run."

I could (and have) ramble about it for many (many) hours, but the short answer comes down to:

We produce in very small batches (high inventory can increase profit but compromises ability to experiment)

In off-peak hours (this allows us to slash production cost, enabling us to sell cards very inexpensively)

Using non-billionaire-owned suppliers as often as possible, respecting their production lines and timeframes etc. This is not a rebuff or commentary of anyone's business practices. It is simply part of my "We are a tiny business, we should support small businesses when buying boxes, etc." sensibility.

We hit what I figured we'd sell in our first six months within about six days.

The good thing about logistics, though, is there are industries (purposefully plural) around every single problem that exists. And just raw practice. There was a point where I figured out how to fold boxes a certain way that cut the time to fold in half.

Okay this was a lot :)

So: Yes. But not very soon. Part of something bigger. And THANK YOU!

[bunny--manders]

This guy? This dude right here? Sure, he looks like a bog standard action protagonist, but his secret is he is the saddest most pathetic loser in a comic universe full of half-drowned rats competing for that title. Oh yes, he starts out yelling at people and shoving their faces in cakes (normal police behavior?) but just you wait because he’s about to start hallucinating ghosts and apologizing to stray dogs for not being able to take them all home. One time a supervillain tried to imitate him and his friends knew it was suspicious because he seemed happy and well-adjusted. The studio made a whole feature-length movie about him and decided the best way to establish his character was to show him sitting on the floor eating whipped cream out of the can for dinner. This is a man who has received beatdowns from the CIA, the IRA, chthonic deities, a tech bro, his therapist, a librarian, some Disney princesses, a cat dad, and his own thought bubbles. If there’s crime happening in Saint Petersburg you can count on this guy to show up and start hallucinating a bunch of eels or evil versions of himself or something. Did that help? Oh god, please say that helped. He really needs a win.

[manynarrators]

You should tell me about your Hazbin oc. Smiles.

@coronaryqueer | Please understand this is A Can Of Worms, and all can be poked and prodded @singthesongsofsin

Hellaina: She’s my scary snake lady! She’s Vox’s PA (though in truth more akin to a COO). Technically he owns her soul, but she thinks she got the much better deal out of it. She died in the early 1980s of a heart attack induced, in large part, but the whole… 1980s work culture. She is, all things considered, quite happy down in Hell! (She also despises Valentino).

Dia: Hellaina’s wife, and regular in cannibal town. She runs a butcher shop, because her actual skills in pathology aren’t… super useful here. In life she sold organs on the black market, and is a special sort beloved freak. Definitely some vibes of pastel whimsi-goth in that girl.

Jayden: Velvette’s PA. He was created to fulfill a joke originally. Vox has a snake PA, and one of my writing partners hc that Val also had a snake PA, co clearly Vel needed one too. He’s very young, like, died in the last five years and was an influencer in life (and still is in hell) sort of young.

Adelard: OLD. He was in the seminary until he had a bit of a crisis of faith, left to become a healer during the early 1300s, and then a plague doctor when that all broke out. He killed a lot of his patients because it was kinder for that than to die slowly of the plague. In Hell he’s the closest thing to a librarian, and definitely a bit of an eccentric! He collects a lot of the newly fallen.

Belphegor: lord of Sloth, narcoleptic, and an idealist. Probably going to quit at some point to create purgatory, or just… somewhere for the vast majority of the dead to go who weren’t great people but don’t deserve Hell either.

Astaroth: Bel’s best friend, another fallen Angel. Tara spends most of her time on Earth, acting as the classic deal demon. She has a fwb deal with Mephistopheles (yes the one from Faust), and also as Bel’s inter-ring liaison a lot of the time.

Metatron: the Voice of God! (And heretical on my part). He was the first thing ever created, before the universe itself was, and he, God, and Asherah were the primordial polycule… at least until she went to sleep. God did too, some 1400 years ago, so Metatron has been keeping Heaven and Earth from realizing God is MIA by acting in his stead.

As for the wtnv OCs!!!

The new one is Nezha. They’re a glassblower from DB, they’re tiers of punk, they created and then destroyed the stained glass of the Smiling God in DB’s Joyous Congregation. (I have more hc about that, but shhh, the fic will be released in a few days). Their Double was Theseus’s best friend until her death— weird magical inter-city coven they were all a part of.

Speaking of Theseus! He’s the NV weatherman. He’s quite chill, all things considered. He was part of the magical intercity coven (where he met Ted the Weatherman (mentioned! And therefore canon!) from DB. He’s known about the weird effect of the towns for aaaages, but as no one ever asks the weatherman anything, he’s never volunteered any information. After the coven fell apart, he went to uni for meteorology. In an as yet unfinished fic, he becomes Maddy’s (Kevin’s sister) best friend.

Mikhail and Matvei: a set of doubles who hate one anotber. They both went to school outside the Desert. But whereas Mikhail is a relatively good person, he studies time, Matvei is EVIL. Matvei was a StrexCorp enforcer, Matvei is now working on the Sandstorm project. Matvei carved out one of his own eyes in a show of devotion to the Smiling God, and is a hardcore loyalist even without drugs.

Speaking of! Helios is the Smiling God! …sort of. Helios created DB and then just sort of… forgot about it. He came back to find Strex and is now masquerading a priest to figure out how to fix it. He’s also the Greek pantheon Helios, same dude. In the same unfinished fic, he’s Jocelin’s (Kevin’s nibling) biological father.

Maddy and Jocelin! Kevin’s sister and no king respectively. They would be Abby and Janice’s doubles. Maddy wanted to be a botanist, as after their mother took off, ended up raising Kevin. They’re still quite close in large part because of Jo, and because there is no double of Steve. Jocelin, as a child, has a sun allergy Strex ‘fixed’. They’re like… 13 right now, but getting into acting! After Strex was defeated, they were some of the first to move to NV.

How many more do I have??? I think I’ll leave it here for now! (I need to be better at actually messaging you, I promise I’ll try!)

[turquoisephoenix]

Some Sir Daniel Fortesque Headcanons

Because this guy is the newest blorbo I’ve been rotating around in my head.

Gonna sprinkle Resurrection in my headcanons because fuck it, I like the Resurrection Pumpkin Witch. She’s fun. Classic Pumpkin Witch still exists in my ideas, but as the Resurrection!Witches’ mom. Packed with more witch-y goodness.

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Neutral Headcanon:  Sir Daniel’s job before he was a knight was “oral historian”. In short, yes, he was a bard. With the silly outfit and the lute and everything.

He was also exceptionally well-read, living in surrounding town next to Castle Peregrin and working as a librarian. (which is an anachronism since the printing press wouldn’t be for another 200 years, but hey, Sleeping Village had a library and there’s physical books all over the place; gonna make a bold stab and say that Dan being extremely literate and verbose in his journal didn’t magically spring up from the grave)

The one Non-Sad Headcanon: Sir Daniel and Pumpkin Witch were in a serious relationship that lasted for years. There was even talks that they were going to get married. It was one of those “I’m surprised they hit it off so well, because she certainly didn’t fall for him for his looks” type of silly romances. Just a witch in training and some pumpkin-loving librarian/bard/knight?/wait-he’s-a-knight-now?/okay. Her sister was quoted as saying that he was “as ugly as a horse’s butt” when they were dating.

They met while he was bunking off school to scrump the succulent pumpkins with his fellow schoolmates from the castle town. His words, not mine.

Daniel is a very easy man to please. Like a Harvest Moon bachelor, that man.

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Sad Headcanon: Right before his death, Sir Daniel Fortesque had his whole life planned out. Once he got older and his wonderful bardly tales of justice and knighthood led him to be knighted by King Peregrin himself, he decided that he was going to use his newly found kingly knight status (which he believed to be mostly ceremonial, even if he made a living out of telling grand tales of battles to a captive audience) to live the life of luxury in the countryside with his cool eventual pumpkin wife and his many eventual children, half of which would have terrible teeth like him.

Even when he heard rumor that he was going to do battle with an evil wizard and his horrible undead army, sure, he was pretty anxious about it (and had the lingering thought “I’m fucked” swirling in his head), but he also knew how stories worked and seemed that he was sure to beat some impossible odds and be allowed to retire a hero’s retirement at the tender age of 25-ish.

All he had to do was just win one battle and he was set for life. Easy, right? 

Spoiler alert: They instead found his mangled body in a puddle of his own splattered brain matter.

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Sadder Headcanon: Since his talent was storytelling and weaving grand tales of slaying monsters and surmounting great odds, he was also a very good singer. A lot of his grand epics were also in song form and he’s fantastic at playing the lute. (also has some background with the harp, but that was mostly used in church ceremonies in the castle town)

They buried his lute with him but, as luck would have it, moisture got to it and it was a pile of sad, disintegrated pulp by the time Dan was resurrected.

But hey, give that skeleton a lute. He’ll actually play something nice.

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Saddest Headcanon: The voice he has as a jawless skeleton doesn’t sound like the voice he had when he was alive and, while he won’t say this out loud, he has body dysmorphia over it and is one of the reasons why he doesn’t talk much. His mumbly zombie voice hurts him in a way he can’t put to words. The whole “short words gets the point across better than trying to say an entire sentence” thing is just a bonus.

He slowly starts to get over this over time, but there’s still the lingering thought of “oh dear god, that’s not my voice” whenever he says something.

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Bonus:

[elizmanderson]

My library just added your book, and I placed a hold for one of the two the e-book copies they have. 5 weeks! The countdown begins…

thank you so much!! requesting library purchases & checking out books if the library gets them in is a GREAT way to support authors <3 I can't believe you have to wait 5 weeks to read, but hopefully that means someone else is currently enjoying her!

on that note - if I may derail your message (sorry) - it's National Library Week here in the States, and the theme for 2023 is "there's more to the story." while libraries DO provide entertainment in the form of various media, they also provide educational programming, resume & job-hunting help & clinics, internet access, and a safe, public space to sit without an expectation of spending money - a kind of space that has virtually disappeared in the modern U.S. but one of which we are sorely in need.

(possibly this kind of space has also vanished elsewhere, but as I'm U.S.-based, I can only speak to the situation here. see also: the fact that I'm stressing the importance of libraries in the first place!)

my library system even provides food, through SAME Café, where meals are provided to the public regardless of ability to pay.

aside from the light this year's theme sheds on the many, many, many things libraries do for us, "there's more to the story" is an important theme to me for so many personal reasons! and I think it's a theme that fits The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher. not only does Edna - an 83-year-old Chosen One - show that there's more to the story; she also learns that there's more to the story. when she sets out to stop an evil sorcerer from destroying dragon-fighters like her long-dead son, she thinks it will be straightforward, if not easy. but as she learns more about the sorcerer, the knights, and her new found family, she realizes destiny isn't as black-and-white as it seems.

anyway, if you want to support libraries during National Library Week (and always!):

visit your library - many libraries are funded based on footfall, so the more visitors, the better!

post a story about what your library means to you on social media using (hashtag) MyLibraryStory (there's a whole promotion going on, and you can win prizes if you post by noon CT on April 28. details here!)

follow your library/system, the American Library Association (ALA), and I Love Libraries on social media

be loud about your support for libraries, especially libraries and librarians fighting book bans!! post about the importance of libraries, push back against book bans, donate if you can, volunteer if you can, vote to renew and increase the levies that fund libraries!! I know we're all disillusioned with voting in the U.S., but voting at the local level is truly SO IMPORTANT and is where your vote makes THE difference. most voters only focus on the big federal elections, but there are local elections in which you can vote directly on policies and funding, so please, please, please vote in those elections, whether or not you vote in federal elections.

and, of course, if you want to support authors (whether me or anyone else), request a purchase through your library system! google "[your library system] + purchase request," and you should find your system's purchase request form if they have one.

for my system, I have to enter the title & author, format, & my library card ID number. there's also a checkbox for me to indicate whether I'd like the book to be put on hold for me if my library gets it in - and I always say yes! even if I won't have time to read the book before returning it - even if it's not really my kind of book, but I want to support the author - I say yes, because my library system will always get the book in if someone's actively waiting to check it out.

(plus I do love seeing my own or a friend's book with the library sticker on it <3)

anyway that was a VERY long post considering you were just like "hi! I'm waiting on your book from my library!" (thank you again!!), but it's National Library Week, so I wanted to talk about that!

[fancoloredglasses]

The Buffyverse (An awesome pair of shows based on a dumb premise)

[All images are owned by 20th Century Fox Disney and Mutant Enemy Productions. Please don't sue, bite, or stake me]

I know these days Joss Whedon is known more for his toxicity than his works, but in the 90s and early 2K he had two (it should've been three) of the hottest series on television.

(Thanks to Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

The premise is simple enough...

a cheerleader named Buffy Summers (played by Sarah Michelle Geller) finds out she's the latest "Chosen One" known as the Slayer, who is born to kill vampires (hey, if the 16th President of the United States can do it, why not a high school student?). A Slayer's power is awakened when the previous one dies (quick note: Buffy died, but was revived, at the end of Season 1. This caused a second Slayer to be awakened!)

This was actually the premise of a film (produced by Whedon and starring Kristy Swanson as Buffy, though it was much more comedic than he intended) and the series picks up where the movie left off (with Buffy being forced to move to Sunnydale California after the events of the movie)

(Thanks to Buffy and Angel Clips)

(A quick note on how vampires work in the Buffyverse (yes, it's important): When a vampire drains a human of their blood, a demon inhabits their body, replacing their soul. Said demon gains the human's memory and personality, but has no conscience or morals and exists to spread evil and chaos)

Whether Buffy wants to be or not, she is still The Slayer and has a job to do while keeping her grades up and trying not to be kicked out of another school.

This may be harder than she thinks, as Sunnydale was built on top of a demonic beacon known as the Hellmouth, and all sorts of demonic entities (what? You thought vampires were the worst thing she'd have to deal with?) are drawn to it on a weekly basis...and guess who has to handle it?

Assisting Buffy in her crusade throughout the series are... (NOTE: Buffy's allies are often referred to by the fandom as "The Scooby Gang", and yes, they have a dog (of sorts))

Rupert Giles, the school librarian and Buffy's Watcher (Watchers are responsible for training and advising a Slayer, as well as recording their exploits for the next Slayer to learn from)

Xander Harris, fellow classmate and the "everyman" of the Scooby Gang (everyone else has or gets cool abilities/skills, but Xander remains a plain old vanilla human)

Willow Rosenberg (played by How I Met Your Mother star and host of Penn and Teller's Fool Us Alyson Hannigan), Buffy's best friend. Willow eventually learns magic (and learns that using it almost NEVER goes well!)

Cordelia Chase, class Mean Girl who for whatever reason hooks up with Xander and joins the Scooby Gang until they break up.

Daniel "Oz" Osbourne (played by Seth Green, who played Scott Evil in the Austin Powers movies and would go on to co-create and do various voices for Robot Chicken), Willow's boyfriend (until they break up...did I mention there's a LOT of Teen Drama in the series?), lead singer of the underground band Dingos Ate My Baby, and, oh yeah, a werewolf (told you there was a dog in the Scooby Gang!)

Tara Maclay, Willow's girlfriend (and their courtship was ADORABLE!)

Anya Jenkins (AKA Anyanka), former vengeance demon who lost her powers and got into a relationship with with Xander until he left her at the altar (y'know, I think Xander may be afraid of commitment)

Finally, we have Angel (AKA Angelus, played by David Boreanaz, who would later play Agent Seeley Booth in Bones), a vampire who was cursed with having his soul returned to his body, meaning he has all the powers of a vampire and all the grief from everything he'd done before being cursed. The curse was lifted after sleeping with Buffy in a moment of True Happiness (DUDE! You're over 350 years old and she's 17! Talk about robbing the cradle!), allowing Angelus to resurface (don't worry, the curse was reinstated before he could end the world, and he left the series shortly after)

Actually that's not all of the Scooby Gang, because it's revealed at the end of season 4...

...she has a younger sister. Meet Dawn. No, she wasn't just "away from the camera". One minute Buffy's an only child and the next she's yelling at Dawn for being in her room!

It turns out that Dawn is a mystical artifact that was sent to Buffy in the form of a family member that was implanted into everyone's memories as Always Being There. And when THIS end-of-the-world crisis is over (there's pretty much one every season), Dawn is allowed to be a normal (bratty) teenager (or at least as normal as things ever are in Sunnydale)

Besides the usual Vampire/Demon-of-the-week and Season-Long Big Bad, there are two recurring antagonists (who were supposed to last one or two episodes before being killed off, but Whedon liked the chemistry between Gellar and them)...

Spike (AKA "William the Bloody") and his sire/girlfriend Drucilla (who is quite mad). Spike would eventually break from Drucilla and be a thorn in Buffy's side until he gets a chip implanted that forces him to stop killing (long story), after which he falls for Buffy, quests to get his soul back, and joins the Scooby Gang.

The series ran for 7 seasons, ending with a spell that awakened the power in ALL potential slayers!

In the middle of its run (shortly after a certain angst-y vampiric love interest left Sunnydale) there was a spin-off...

(Thanks to der450)

Angel has moved to Los Angeles (the City of Angels, heh) and opened up a PI business (Angel Investigations) to try to help the downtrodden. Among the members of Angel Investigations are...

Allen Doyle, a small-time hustler who has visions of people that need Angel's help...

...and is also half-demon.

Cordelia makes her return and joins because she needs a job while trying to become an actress. Let's just say her skills she acquired as part of the Scooby Gang better suit her than her acting skills. And she also acquired Doyle's visions after he sacrificed himself.

Wesley Wyndam-Price, a former Watcher (that lasted at most half a season on Buffy) who lends his knowledge of All Things Demonic to the cause.

Charles Gunn was a vigilante vampire hunter before joining Team Angel, where he primarily serves as the Mortal Muscle.

Krevlornswath (Lorne) is a peace-loving member of a war-mongering tribe of demons. He's in exile in LA, where he ran a nightclub for demons before joining the team.

Winefred (Fred) Burkle was banished to another dimension before being rescued (and later joining) the team. Unfortunately she was killed when her body was inhabited by...

...the Elder God Illyria. Fortunately for the world, Illyria's power was diminished in her new host. Even more fortunately, she joined Team Angel instead of destroying the world.

Finally, we have William the Bloody Spike joining the team after he re-corporated following his death in the final episode of Buffy.

Angel's primary antagonist (which they have to deal with throughout the series) is an agency known as Wolfram and Hart, which are run by a mysterious group known as the "Senior Partners", a trio of very powerful demons (The Wolf, The Ram, and The Hart. I have to say, they were rather clever with the name)

The series ran for five seasons. The final episode (which was supposed to be a cliffhanger for a sixth season, which was carried over to comics. I REALLY would've liked to see where it went on-screen, rather than the series implying that everyone died facing a horde of demons)

(Thanks again to der450)

While the series was as tongue-in-cheek as Buffy, the tone was overall much darker. This series showed more of Boreanaz's range as an actor.

Both series had some rather dark elements (such as the death of beloved characters such as Buffy's mom, Tara, Doyle, and Fred), as well as some episodes that were just bonkers (such as Sunnydale becoming a musical and Angel becoming a Muppet), but even at their silliest the series was still compelling and you wanted to see how they managed to beat the season's Big Bad.

Both series are available on Hulu or behind your favorite paywall. As always, if you would like to see an episode reviewed, let me know!

(Thanks to anti virus)

[mermaidsirennikita]

this is a slightly random Q, but have you come across any romances with vampires or other immortals where the human love interest doesn't become immortal at the end? (and either that's just accepted OR the immortal becomes mortal?) I'm not necessarily looking to read them, just wondering if they exist - I haven't read a lot of paranormal romances but I've been reading a few recently and it's something that's occurred to me. I completely understand it as a writing choice bc the whole point is the paranormal element, but personally I just find the idea of immortality kind of depressing lmao so it never quite works for me

Yes! My Roommate is a Vampire by Jenna Levine. It's a vampire/human romance, very contemporary romcom. Super cute and funny. It ends with them knowing that's a convo for the future, but it's not resolved either way and she's still human; they're both happy.

A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor by Kathryn Moon maaaay have this. The heroine falls in love with like, several monsters, including a vampire. They all form a happy little polycule, lol. I'm not 100% sure, but I don't think she's immortal at the end...?

Nora Roberts's Circle Trilogy has a vampire/human pairing as the last (and best) romance. There are three pairings, the story is all intertwined so you do have to read it in order. It's an old favorite of mine. I don't want to give away too much, but suffice to say, she does not become a vampire at the end. He's a formerly evil vampire (turned by the evil vampire queen villain, her former lover) who's still kind of an ass. She's a librarian (and queen) whose mom was murdered by vampires. She's also a virgin who can't drive (literally) who shows up in his room like "DEFLOWER ME" and he's all "Lord, please give me the strength to resist this nerd" (he does not get the strength). Cian and Moira really.... installed some buttons for me.

All the other vamp/non vamp books I've read feature a fellow immortal; and the human pairings end with the other one as an immortal.

[glassartpeasants]

Sickening Whispers

Ghost!Isaac Grossman x GN!Reader

Warnings: paranormal elements, angst, horror, parents screaming, physical injuries, gore, blood

A/N: No it hasn't been a year since I've updated this. Your losing your mind. Just read it and pretend it didn't take a year. WHICH IT DIDN'T

Chapter 6: Nightmare

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The library was now the place you were at the most instead of your own home. Why be there when you could be here? Instead of hearing your parents fighting, you can learn more about the house and take notes. You can also study what you wanted to go into for college. So being here was a perfect idea.

After talking to your brother, you wrote down any paranormal happenings the rest of the week. How many times a week did your brother see the small child who you now assume is some sort of tulpa or poltergeist, even maybe? The mask was still as hyper as ever, and the feeling of being watched never left your mind. The attic door closed even if you took two steps out of it without any wind blowing. 

Your best guess was how much time Isaac’s parents spewed their hatred for him; they must have made him out of the image they see him as. Their thoughts on how much they despised him. Their hateful thoughts created a personality stuck in your world, forever stuck inside the home where his parents built him.

Because Isaac had died at the age of 22, not at 7, he either channeled his childhood hatred into this being before he died, or he made it when he was 7. While you had no real clue if you were correct, that’s the best you could come up with when it came to him. 

That’s why you believe there are separate entities at your home. Your brother is the only one to see the boy. You also remembered that your brother saw the boy staring at your door but never going in. Was there some force blocking him or something?

Whatever it was, you were going to figure it out. Even if it took you all day.

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You didn’t notice you fell asleep until someone softly tapped your shoulder. Your eyes flutter open to see the lovely librarian you met last time.

“Oh dear, did I stay till closing? I’m sorry I made you stay late because of my lack of sleep schedule.” She only let out a small laugh before patting your back.

“Oh no, dear, you’ve only been asleep for an hour. I just happened to be passing by and noticed all your notes and what your researching. You’ve taken up the entire table with your books and papers.” Your eye finally gets used to the light before seeing that she is correct. 

“Oh geez. Guess I didn’t realize.”

“It’s quite okay, but I must warn you about the subject you seem to have dived into.” The lady grabbed one of the books and started flipping the pages.

“I don’t know if you're doing it or not, but playing with the dead is a hazardous idea. Nothing good ever comes out of talking to the dead. The ones who say they’re good as always the most evil.”

“Yeah, I know. I-My friend has this problem in their home, and they don’t have a car to do this themselves, so I’m kind of stuck in it. Plus I really want to help because they’re always so scared of what's going to happen next.”

“You're a good friend, my dear. I can see that you care about others, even if it affects you. Tell you what, I know someone who can help you. They have some paranormal equipment that you can borrow. Would you like me to call them?” Your heart races at the thought. What could they have?? You’ve searched for stuff like that before, but you didn’t want to waste hundreds of dollars on stuff that didn’t work. 

“Yes! Please! Thank you so much for doing this!” You felt your luck turn around, knowing that this was perhaps a new step in the right direction.

“No problem, my dear. They live near so it’ll be quite easy to call them. Please wait here. I’ll make sure to get you when they arrive.” She sends you a small smile before walking over to the front area of the library. 

You started rejoicing that you finally had a bit of support. Just at least one step ahead rather than be 26 steps behind.  

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You only had to wait about 20 minutes for the person to arrive. But it took forever for them to show you how to work each of them and what they were for. There was a lot more stuff than you initially thought, but if it makes it easier to figure out what’s going on, then you’ll take it.

They said you were given just basic standard stuff, but to you, it felt like you were holding the power of god in your hands. EVP to hear whatever the spirit has to say, an infrared thermometer to detect cold spaces, and a camera just in case to catch it. 

It wasn’t much, but it was all you needed to finally get a little bit of sleep at night.

~~~

Once you got home, it was pitch black outside, with only the car's headlights and the house's indoor lights on. Barley illuminated the dark forest that surrounded your home. You had to gather up all the stuff before taking a deep breath and rushing towards the door as the car's headlights turned off, leaving you in almost complete darkness. 

‘Get in the house. Get in the house. Get in the house.’ Luckily, the door was unlocked, and you quickly jumped in and locked the door behind you. Finally, let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Oh, sweetie, I'm so glad your home! I was getting worried about you!” The concern in your mother's voice made your beating heart calm down a bit. 

“Sorry bout that, mom. I was at the library, and I fell asleep. And you know how long it takes to get here from town.” You laugh nervously as you hold all the books and files you’ve checked out and the equipment in a backpack you were given.

“I know. I’m just a worry wart. Glad to see you at least still have your learning spirit.” Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek before you went up to your room.

‘Okay, now wheres that stupid key?’ You carefully try stuffing your hand in your pocket to find it, only to come up short. Annoyed, you fear you’d have to go back outside to check in the car. 

“Looking for this?” The sound of your brother's voice scared you and almost made you drop everything in your hands. You looked at him and saw that he held the key that should have been in your pocket seconds ago.

“You dropped this on the ground when you left earlier. I’ve held onto it to ensure dad doesn’t sneak into your room or anything. That and you don’t lose it.”

“You scared the shit outta me! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Your brother only laughed as he scooted past you, even though the stairs to the attic were super narrow. You could hear the door being unlocked as it opened and your brother's footsteps going in.

“Man, your room’s a mess.” Raising your eyebrow, you turn to look, only to see your room completely trashed. Your bedding was thrown all around the room, and your clothes were pulled out from your closet/dresser. Copied documents were scattered across the floor.

“You can’t be serious right now…” You simply sighed as you walked in and placed everything down by the desk.

“Damnit. I just cleaned it too.” You start gathering everything so you can hopefully return things to how they were before you left.

“Does the ghost always do this?” The sound of your brother picking up some of the scattered documents made you smile in relief at having a helping hand.

“Thank you for the help, but no. Not always. It’s like it has tantrums or something.” Your brother let out a nod of acknowledgment before continuing to help you.

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“Well, now that that's over, I can try these things.”

“OOOOO, can I help?!” Your brother started jumping up and down in excitement. It was cute, and you would have let him if it weren’t for the fact that you were scared of how the thing would react to all this going on.

“How about tomorrow? I know we're both excited to use these, but shouldn’t we get well-rested and ready to go in case something happens?” Your brother held a pouty face before taking a deep breath and walking towards the door.

“Tomorrow, we can. Plus, we can try all day since you don’t have school.” A smile plastered on your brother's face as he closed your door and ran down the steps to his room. You laugh as you grab the key to your door and put it in your nightstand drawer. 

The only thing lighting your room was your phone flashlight now and small fake candles that lived around your room. Your father told you to get rid of the real ones so as not to ‘burn the house down.’ You were initially annoyed, but then again, it was an ancient house, so his concern was valid.

You went to your dresser to get changed before going to bed. You weren’t hungry for anything; besides, you had already missed dinner. You were just too tired to even think about food. 

It was a lovely couple of minutes of clean thoughts before you were reminded of the mask that had made its home in your closet. No matter what you did, it always came back in that one spot. You ended up just forgetting about bringing it back, as it was shown to be a waste of time. 

A sigh left your lips as you put away all the documents from the hours before and hid the equipment given to you under the bed. You didn’t have the energy to even try it out tonight or look more into everything. Your brain was just exhausted from all the reading and research it did. So you only changed into your pajamas while throwing your clothes in the hamper. The sound of the wooden floorboards creaking under you made your eyes even heavier.

You simply closed your eyes as you felt sleep overtake you.

~~~

You open your eyes to hear the sounds of loud whispering coming from your closet. It's not like this was the first time the mask has done this. It does it all the time, but for some reason, tonight, it was louder than it ever has been. Not to mention it spoke clearly enough to the point where you understood it.

‘Come here’

That's all it said over and over again. It gave you the creeps, so you desperately tried to ignore it, but your body started shifting out of bed before realizing it. 

Its voice kept getting more and more louder as your body finally managed to get off the bed. Its words rang through your ears as you felt your bare feet hit the freezing cold floor. No matter what you did, it seemed like it wouldn't stop or listen to you. The floorboards creaked as your body walked towards the closet.

The sound of the closet door opening made your heart skip a few beats as a blast of cold air hit you. 

The mask still whispered to you, but it was pounding in your head now. Echoing off every surface before its tune changed. 

'Wear it

You didn't even get a chance to second guess what was happening before your arms reached out and grabbed the mask. It felt ice cold while you were holding it but at the same time scolding hot. Your body didn't even seem to mind as it soon pressed the mask against your face. 

Putting it on, you felt your body go utterly numb as your eyes soon were the only thing that worked. You could turn your eyes around and such, but you had no control over your body. It was like you were having sleep paralysis but wide awake simultaneously. 

The sounds of your feet shuffling across the floor rang through your ears as you felt your body go towards the locked door. You knew you locked it when your brother left, so there shouldn’t be any reason that you’d be able to get out. 

But the sound of the door unlocking made you rethink what actually happened. Cause when you looked down, there in the door was the key. 

A sharp cold breeze hit your body as the door opened. Your body moved down the stairs without any effort that it made you feel as if you were air itself. There wasn’t a single creak of the floorboards. Your body even knew where you were going even though the house was as black as night.

You desperately tried to remember every way your body was going, but your mind was going blank, and the fear wouldn’t let you focus on anything other than what's happening in front of you. Which was only worse as it got only darker the father you went into the house. 

Your body stopped suddenly in front of something. It stood there for about a good 5 seconds before moving again. Pictures started playing in your mind about where you could be, but you were answered when you heard the familiar creak of a kitchen drawer opening. 

You knew which one that was. Only one drawer made that noise. 

The knife drawer.

You soon felt the weight of the situation hit you harder when you realized how bad this could go. Why did it come down here? Why grab the knife? What's the ghost gonna do now? You couldn’t even move your body or do anything to stop it!

The feeling of your body moving towards the stairs gave you a horrible feeling down in your gut. There was no reason to be going upstairs with a knife in the dark of night. Nothing with good intentions. 

No matter what you did against yourself, your body kept moving forward with the knife still clasped in your hand tightly. All you could do was stare in horror as you saw your body walking toward your parent's room.

Pushing open the slightly open door had your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel your body gripping the knife harder as your body walked more angrily towards your sleeping father. 

You stopped right in front of him and just…watched him. Watched him breathe in and out as he slept there peacefully without knowing. Just as you were staring at him, the hand with the knife lifted up quickly before slamming back down forcefully. 

You’ll never forget the sickening crunch and slicing noises you heard as the knife plunged into your father's rib cage. The knife went up as soon as it came down. It stayed still for a bit, almost as if contemplating, but when your father opened his eyes, the knife went back down once more. This time with more hatred and force behind it.

Your father tried grabbing your hand but couldn’t catch it with how fast it was going up and down, making holes in your father's chest. 

Opening your mouth to scream at him and tell him it’s not you, you're not controlling it, someone controlling you only for nothing to come out. You could feel your eyes water as the feeling of warm blood slowly covered your hands, making your stomach churn. 

It just wouldn’t stop. The sound of skin slicing and bones breaking rang through your ears and echoed through the room as you screamed for it all to stop and end. Not even a word left your mouth as your mouth stayed closed the entire time. 

You look into your dad's eyes and see them go from fear to lifeless in seconds. His once lively eyes showed nothing but an empty husk with no soul. You screamed no and begged him to return and that you were sorry.

You kept screaming until the words finally came out of your mouth. 

~~~

Screams echo through your room as you jump out of bed. The screams were your own as you tried to determine what was happening. To your horror, the mask was right beside your bed with a red liquid sprayed. You walked away from it and towards your door as it all came running back to you. 

You quickly open the door without grabbing the key and rush to your parent's room. Gripping the cold metal handle, you slam the door open, and to your relief, you see both your parents lifting themselves up from bed and rubbing their eyes to see what’s going on. 

Seeing your father alive and breathing made you collapse to the floor in the middle of the doorway. 

It was so real. The feeling of breaking bones and ripped open skin never left your mind. The sound of all those horrible noises was enough to make you cry even harder. 

“Sweetie, are you okay?!” Your mother jumped out of bed and rushed to your side quickly as she hugged you. You tried to get out the words, but nothing came out. Only gasps for air and cries.

“It's 3:28 in the morning! What are you doing?!” Your father yelled at you. You look at your mom before scooting closer into her arms as you finally get the words to tell her what happened. 

The tears blurred your vision, but you could feel your mother wiping your tears as she tried to calm you. 

“God, look at you! Your too old to be crying like this! Only babies cry as hard as you are right now.” Your father's words stung as they only made you cry even though you tried to stop.

“Your child is crying, and this is how you respond?! How rude and horrible could you be?!” The feeling of your mother helping you up gave you a sort of calm. She rubs your arms before wiping one last tear.

“It’s all okay, sweetie. Me and your father are okay. Do you want me to walk you to your room?” Even though you felt like a child, the thought of your mother being with you when you entered the room helped you stabilize your breathing. 

Nodding your head, your mother starts walking with you to your room. Before you left, you could hear your father mumble something under his breath. Choosing to ignore it, you just walk with your mom to your room. 

As you walked towards the stairs, a cold breeze hit you as you looked up at your door. It was wide open but as dark as night itself. Fear settled in your stomach, but your mother went right up and into the darkness before turning on all the false candles you had around your room. 

Only when everything was on did you step foot into the room. 

A single step was all it took to feel the usual unwelcoming presence in your room, but this time, you felt more safe knowing that your mom was here to at least see you in bed.

Looking at your nightstand, you notice that the mask was gone and nowhere to be found. You weren’t gonna complain about it. Just ignore it and continue going back to bed.

You didn’t waste any time going in as the bed was much warmer than the room's cold atmosphere.

“Alright, honey, I’m gonna go back now, okay?” You wanted her to stay with you until you fell asleep, but you wanted her to get some sleep too. You also didn’t want her to fall victim to whatever hell you were in as well.

“Okay. I love you.” Your mom kissed you on the forehead before repeating the words back. The sound of her footsteps leaving and the door closing reminded you that you were once again all alone. At least, you hoped so. 

Covering your head with blankets, you try to make sure that the rest of you is covered before grabbing your phone and putting on some music loud enough for it to block out any noise from outside but quiet enough so that your parents don’t hear it. 

Having at least some sort of noise that isn’t your own thoughts made going to sleep a little easier.

~~~

A bright light shone on your eyes as you squinted them before opening them. Rubbing your eyes, you see that your room is now covered in sunlight, and you take a deep breath before sitting up. 

Just then, a searing pain spreads through your body as you grab your shoulder quickly. It's where the source of the pain seemed to be coming from. The pain was intense enough to have your eyes watering, and you let out a small slew of cuss words. 

You clasped down on it, giving it a little pressure in hopes of calming it down for a second. Standing up, you walk over to your desk to see what could be giving you such pain. 

Lifting your shoulder sleeve down, your face contorts into a look of horror as you see whats giving you so much pain. 

A red bite mark right on your shoulder.

It looked so new, so fresh. You could feel the pulsating and pain it was giving off. Hell, it might have even been hard enough to give a bruise or bleed. But you were so confused about how this could happen. No one had a key to your room, and you usually hid that in your drawer.  

You look at the bite mark once more, and the confusion on worsened. If your parents or brother were to come in your room, why on earth would they bite you? And how come you didn’t wake up? You didn’t have any animals, and there was hopefully no way one could’ve managed to get into your room. 

Plus, the bite mark had human shaped teeth.

It was positioned in a way where a romantic partner would bite their lover. But you didn’t have one, so why was it there, of all places?

The pain started getting worse so you grabbed a blanket from your bed and wrapped in around yourself before grabbing the attic key and making your way towards your door. Hopefully getting an ice pack or hot pack would calm down the pain at least a smidge. 

You didn’t even make it to the second flight of stairs before your heard the yelling coming from the kitchen. Annoyance filled your being. It was already so early in the morning what could they possibly have to fight about?

Sighing, you turn around to go back upstairs and suffer with the pain to avoid the fighting but you heard your name being caught in the mix. With that being said, you silently tip toed down the last flight of stairs and hid behidn a wall to the kitchen. You just wanted to eavesdrop on what they could be talking about with your name in the mix.

“They should be out of this house! They’re old enough to find their own home! We’re broke enough as it is so it’s simply another mouth to feed!” Alarm bells start ringing in your head as you remembered something that you read in that journal.

‘We barely afford to feed ourself! How are we suppose to feed it once it gets older?!’

The fact it was so similar sent chils down your spine. Your father wanted you to come home because he worried about you since the job market is picky and rent is high in town. So why know after all this time did he change his mind?

You couldn’t help the rage that came over you. Without thinking, you stepped out from behind the wall, letting yoru blanket fall to the floor behind you. If he wanted to say something about you he could say it to yoru face.

“Hey! You might have forgotten that you asked me to live here! Cause you were worried about me! So why now are you acting like im such a damn burden!” Crossing yoru arms as you walk up closer to him. 

“Cause all you do is whine and moan! Never doing anythign other then staying out or being in that room of yours! And don’t talk to me like that in my house!”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I actually help mom with household stuff, help my brother with his homework, take him to and from school all things that you never do! I go to job interviews! I got to the library to study things and get away from your screaming! And maybe I would rather be in the attic then have to listen to you scream to my mom!”

“Oh please! I do so much for this house! You don’t know what your talking about since your so stuck up on how your ‘better than me’. I bought us this house and i allow you to live in it!”

“Oh you mean a house that you no longer put effort in?! All you do is sit on yoru lazy ass while mom, me, and (B/N) do all the work! You knew that it’d take a while to get this house fixed up but now you’ve given up on it!”

“You will not talk to me like that in my own home! Stop being such a disrespectful little shit! Pack your shit and leave and don’t you come back as long as im in this house!”

“Like hell I’ll leave! I’ll leave the day i know its safe for mom and (B/N)! With your temper and other sides of you that your showing who’s to tell what you’d do!” Not even seconds passed when you saw your father raise his hand high. As soon as if cracked down you managed to catch it before it made contact with yoru skin. 

Your mother looked at you and you looked at her before turning your heads and looking at your father. You looked into your fathers eyes and you thought yousaw a twinge of regret and shock before it quickly vanished and turned into anger.

Ripping his hand away from your grasp he shoved your harshly. The shove made you lose footing as you stumble into the kitchen counter, your back hitting it hard enough to paralyze you. You feel to the ground as you try to gather back the air in your lungs as you try to move but your back was just in to much agony to do so. 

Your mother rushed to your side quickly. She put your head on her lap as you could see her hands shake in either anger or sadness. Maybe even both.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? How dare you do something like this to your own child! You should be ashamed of yourself! This is not the man I married! Get the fuck out of this house before I call the cops on you!” Your mothers voice boomed through the entire house, almost enough to wake the dead even more. You’ve never heard her scream like that before in your life. 

“Fine! Whatever you stupid bitch. You’ll come crawling back like all women do.” Your father stomped out of the house and slammed the door behind him. The whole house suddenly grew quiet. The silence was cut by your mothers sobs as you looked up at her. Tears poured down her face as she held onto your still struggling form. 

“It’s okay, honey, I’m here. No one can hurt you as long as I live.”

[le-velo-pour-dru]

1, 21, 31, 34, & 50 for the ask game? :)

1: Who are your comfort characters?

Someone already asked this, so I'll just use the same answer :) 👍

Bastille Dartmoor from Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians

Fred Burkle from Angel

Rhonda, Shari, and Velma from Animal Crossing

Spike and Tara Maclay from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Annie Edison from Community

Bellflower Cookie, the Cookiemals, Lilybell Cookie, and Moon Rabbit Cookie from Cookie Run: OvenBreak

Lancer from Deltarune

Wurt from Don't Starve Together

Reggie Peters from Julie and the Phantoms

Luca Paguro from Luca

Captain Jupiter North from Nevermoor

Allister from Pokémon

Entrapta and Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Rainbow Quartz 2.0, Spinel, and Volleyball/Pink Pearl from Steven Universe

Douxie Casperan from Tales of Arcadia

Kazi from The Dragon Prince

Tahani Al-Jamil from The Good Place

Number Five Hargreeves and Viktor Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy

Jaskier from The Witcher

Orbulon and Penny Crygor from WarioWare

They're all so silly and I adore them so so so much <3

21: Something you've kept since childhood?

A stuffed animal named Dolly! I'm pretty sure she's meant to be a swaddled up baby, I'm not sure though. I hug her every night when I go to sleep though :3 I've had her as long as I can remember 🩷

31: What type of music keeps you grounded?

I have a whole YouTube playlist of songs that make me happy :3 I don't really know what to say about it but feel free to ask about it if you're curious what's on it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I like to listen to it when I'm upset :D

34: Is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Like I told Jaye, I'm not exactly sure what to say to this one, cause I know a BUNCH of songs from memory, so I'll just say An Elegant Solution To A Universal Problem by Jazz Emu :3 👍

50: Can I tag you in random stuff?

YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD PLEASE DO :DDDD NEVER HESITATE, I'M ALWAYS HAPPY WHEN I GET TAGGED IN STUFF ^^ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE TOO!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

[littlebigmouse]

TMA MAG 63

Man, there's too many bloody cults in here and I cannot keep them all straight. Anyway, that sounds like the darkness cult, right? They hung out in empty churches as well, no?

More importantly: Who is Georgie and was Jon genuinely friends with someone who runs a spook youtube channel and please tell me he helped out in an episode. I'm HERE for this backstory.

Also a distracting amount of new characters! There seems to be a new girl working - in the archives? Or maybe with Rose(?) at the front desk? Also Whoever Diana is. Yes, she runs the library, but now I do wonder of the set up of the whole Institute. They have an archive, with a head archivist and several archival assistants. They also have a research department that collaborates with universities, which I assume also features the library. Artefact storage could be a seperate organisational department or could be just run by the archivists too. But where is the research department and the library? I never thought to ask, but how many people were traumatized by the worms in S1? I know the building was evacuated early on, but I am suddenly deeply amused by the archives simply being located in the basement of an otherwise regular, lively building.

Imagine one of the library workers comes into the archives to make a statement about "you archivist creeps. I have no idea what's going on but since the worms it's been clear you've been getting up to real spooky shit by yourselves. Here's a few things we've noticed and also a bunch of restraining orders we want put up because honestly, the assistant with the scissorhands is pushing it." - "Michael?!" - "Yeah, that's what he said his name was. Anyway, real usefull during Marion's retirement party, way less useful when you're trying to hand him a stack of books to help you reshelf" - "Listen to me very carefully. We do not have an assistant named Michael. He's a supernatural entity that haunted Sascha and stabbed me" - "Not like you don't deserve it" - "What was that?" - "Nothing! So you're saying Michael is evil?" - "I'm saying I saw him make a woman disappear with my own two eyes and I am frankly freaked out by the fact that none of you librarians and researchers are dead yet. When did you see him, exactly?" - "Every tuesday and friday for library wide coffee breaks." - "You've got to be kidding me" - "I thought he was strange but like I said, you archive people are strange anyway! Next you'll tell me Mary from accounting is a serial killer or something" - "..." - "Oh fuck off Jon. I knew I shouldn't have come to the basement people" - "Is that really what everyone has been calling us" - "Tim's face used to be so pretty. Now you can fit fingers into the circles under his eyes. Y'all suck the joy out of everything." - "This place is literally haunted with horrors beyond our comprehension." - "I know Jon, I work in a library and my Latin is passable at best."

(that got away from me).

Wait, is Elias head of the Institute, or just head of the department? I thought he's just the head of the department, but if he's the head of the institute... UHM. What.

That doesn't actually change anything, I don't think. Only something about my perceived sense of responsibility for this guy? Ugh. Idk.

Oh right!

I'd originally meant to point out how Melanie reacted kind of weird to Sascha's name? If she didn't know her (which I don't think she would, given she's been there once), then why not just say so? Or why bring it up at all?

Are all the other new character mentions a distraction? Is Sascha a distraction? I'm sitting in front of a puzzle in the shape of a whole bunch of pretty women and can't make sense of it or even tell which one's real and which one's I'm supposed to know.

This is the tumblr porn bots all over again.

[hopeheartfilia]

i believe libraries are important and good. i do not emotionally care for them

Ive been having trouble thinking today, or rather expressing sentiments in accordance with an essay structure

At some point i gave up and watched a sj the x video. that helped imensly s in i can now make logical atatements again. however i am not really thinking and making connections im just sitting here like hello yes i have thoughts

And like i can see how i could write an essay on themes of estetics and the subjective and objective merits of art in relation to my theme, Should we close public libraries, but it wont change the fact that my answer is no deeper then a simple "no, are you an idiot"

and i have reasons ans back up but its just a liat of articles i could point someone towards, like hello this is research i found on the positive impacts of libraries on communities. please think of how someone would apply to a job in the current landscape of online applications if they dont have acess to a home or the internet. the answer may be libraries.

also librarians exist and libraries have other communal funtions. like reading to children. supporting local charities in various ways. serving as a social environment.

I have all the building blogs of yes one could make an essay out of theese parts

but i do t have the connective tissue. im missing the fucks given to explain. it probably wouldve helped if ive ever argued with someone over this but frankly im having a hard time actually making genuine contraaruments about Yes we should close public libraries, without making a pseudo strawman, like hello if you genuenly think we should close public libraries you eirher have no clue what youre talking about or your intentions are like. evil. whcih isnt. its not accurate. it doesnt make for a good essay

Id rather write several essays about me trying to write this essay then the actual essay

the theme decided i dont wanna fuck with it and now im here. wishing i spent the last 5 hours doing a little gouache painting instead of trying to turn my beain on and off aga-

maybe sleep would help. didnt help the last 2 times i tried to fic this "i dont wanna start this essay" problem, but at this point ive done that and moved to I dont actually wanna write it

.. i should probably talk this out with someone. as in ask them what reasons do you think someone could have for closing a library?

Also look up essay structures again. i hate doing that i prefer just reading and listening to essays and seeing where what i consider a logical train of thought goes, but im very stuck and if you cant make something you like, make something very technical