#A Saintly Muse

[skitskatdacat63]

For @sansebastinae and @boisinnot, my fellow saint seb truthers :)

+ the usual

Yayyyy finished a drawing! Haha only took me...2 weeks. I kept going back and forth on whether I could finish it tonight, and I really wasn't going to. But then I looked at the unfinished version on a different screen and was like oh? Not too bad actually?? So I finished it :) First of all, ofc, here is the process. Kinda weird seeing it for smth like this, it makes me feel like I'm the painter in rennaisance au, not Mark dhjfkf

Ah I was gonna draw a silly renaissance au comic to accompany this(read: lighten the mood), but it's 5 am and I've still not really drafted it well, so! I'd like to finish it at some point bcs I wanna draw more chibi comics, but when I finish smth, I can't help but immediately want to post it, so part 2 will have to wait. I'll show you the outline though so you can at least imagine 😭

^ So many renaissance and beyond paintings of Saint Sebastian are always the most horny thing ever. Like pre/early rennaisance, yeah he was naked and all that, but they were pretty chaste, and uhhhhh suffering?? Well the newer paintings are suffering, but in a different way, if you know what I mean.

So I feel like Mark's the type to be overly pedantic about it, and refuses to make borderline porn of a saint, I mean, god forbid, Seb!!! But then he just. Does anyways. Because he can't control his lust for Seb even when drawing him half dead. I just imagine him holding the paintbrush in a death grip like "must not be horny. Must not draw him sexy. Must make him chaste." And then he ends up with the one seen above. Seb is all smug about it. "Wow you'd wanna fuck me even while I'm all bloody and dying? 🥺"

Mark: "oh I'll make you bloody, alright."

But god so funny to imagine Seb doing all these different slutty poses, like arching his back as much as possible, the cloth nearly falling off at all times, etc etc. And Mark finally lands on this pose bcs he hopes the suffering will outweigh the horny. It doesn't. Also Seb is genuinely serious once he actually gets into the pose, focus mode on. And honestly that's even worse for Mark, bcs it's so much more arousing to see Seb in his element, focused. Tbf I think Seb could be drinking water, and Mark would still find some way to sexualize it. Don't look at his sketches!! They're just filled with Seb doing all kinds of random activities.

Also! Here is the painting I referenced this off of, must give credit where credit is due ofc

The Dying St. Sebastian by François Fabre

Also this isn't really relevant in the context of this drawing specifically. But I looked thru a bunch of Saint Sebastian paintings while trying to find one I could reference, and I came across this middle ages one that actually looks so much like boy king seb 😭 I guess it really is meant to be!

St Sebastian between St Roch and St Peter by Pietro Perugino

Lmao but do you see the difference between early rennaisance and later work???

[liroyalty]

Gotta get these fucking tags out of my system

[hellaciousfaith]

tag dump general

[inquisitoradaar]

all i need is a shirt that says "I <3 WILLOW" on the front

[amourcheol]

angel (or devil)

❝Because the devil, too, was once an angel.❞

one night stand! au | smut | 4.2k words

s u m m a r y : when your friends drag you to a nightclub, all you want to do is run away. that is when a boy with light, silvery curls and a hypnotic smile offers an escape, and you think you have found your angel in disguise. his intentions with you, though, are anything but saintly.

c o n t e n t : this is literally just filth nothing else, seungcheol has silver hair, he is in that exact fuck ass white outfit from that concert (you know which one), too many angel and devil references, seungcheol is an arrogant ass, reader is low-key a brat, dirty talk galore, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid like these mfs), lowkey choking kink, eventual orgasming, cheol has a big cock (everybody act surprised)

p l a y l i s t : angel by the weeknd || acquainted by the weeknd

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : i wrote this in one sitting my god this is so unedited.... thank u to alice for believing i could write pwp thank u to the weeknd for his horny ass songs and fuck you 230709 cheol this is what you’ve made me... i literally have no words.... so sleep deprived... anyway pls do enjoy the horny musings and thank u for reading </3

YOU HAD NEVER BELIEVED IN THE EXISTENCE OF ANGELS.

You had always considered it religious fanatics, glorified myths to lure the naive populations to believe in things that would harm them in the future. The idea of angels to you was sweet, but unsatisfactory, a religious relic that should have stayed in history. 

Angels were a myth long dismissed until you saw the boy with the silver curls.

It was meant to be a forgettable night. You were dragged by your friends to some downtown club, urging you to get out of your apartment for once in your life. Never did you think you would find anything worth entertaining you as you scanned your surroundings, your friends already occupying themselves with the bar, leaving you at the seats next to all the dancing.

You distinctly remember trying to plan your escape route when you saw him.

Leaning along the bar surface, club lights flashing all over him and his friends’ bodies—but you did not care about his friends, because he was there, solitary in your eyes, as if he appeared out of the pages of a religious text. The darkness of the vast room could not devour the white attire he had donned; a simple white shirt was tucked into trousers of the same colour, the fabric tightening upon his chest with every shift of his shoulders. His cream-coloured boots tapped against the thundering beat of the music, chuckling at some distant joke his friends were reciting. 

You blinked back, not quite sure whether what you were witnessing was fatal attraction or the consequences of too much drink. Because you only had one cocktail, you knew your eyes were not deceiving you.

But then his gaze slid to you, catching you red-handed.

His lips morphed into a smirk, and maybe you were dreaming. 

Your dream was confirmed to be a full truth when he whispered something to his friends, and began walking over to you, a bottle in hand.

Had the club not been so loud, you were certain he would have heard your heart beating out of your chest. “You really need to work on your checking out skills,” was the first thing he ever said to you, and you blamed the heat of too many people when your cheeks burned.

You could not help it—angels were meant to be too beautiful not to stare.

“Are you gonna tell me your name, or are you only gonna acknowledge me when I’m halfway across the club?”

The angel seemed to have a mouth on him. Just your luck. “How about you tell me yours first?” you asked, sipping your cocktail.

A click of his tongue. “You’re the one who stared.”

A narrow of your eyes. “You’re the one who came.”

The boy snorted, running his hands through his hair—you wondered what they would feel like underneath your fingertips. “Seungcheol,” he then said, settling down next to you. 

“Seungcheol,” you repeated, trying out the syllables on your tongue. So the angel had a pretty name.

He raised a groomed brow at you. “This is when you tell me yours.”

Another sip of your cocktail. “Never said I would.”

This time he chuckled, a sound that resided nicely in your ears. “I guess I’ll have to be happy enough with you ogling at me from afar.”

“I was not!” you lied shamelessly.

“You were.”

“I wasn’t!”

But he knew you were lying because he pinned an incredulous stare upon you, laced with something undecipherable. “You were, sweetheart.”

Fuck. As you took the last sip of your drink, you said, “_____.”

The victorious grin he offered you had your stomach fluttering. “There we go.”

It was at that particular moment, when you both stared at each other a little too long, that this smart-ass, angel-like boy would be your escape. 

Of course, he did not possess wings, but he replaced the skill of flight with the skill of flirtation, which was working too well on you. By the next hour the two of you were joined at the hip, your friends forgotten as the two of you took your conversations to the dance floor. 

If his art of conversation was not already exquisite, the way his body moved along to the music was something else entirely. The people around you noticed the clear attraction, simpering off the two of you, more so when this Seungcheol’s hands skirted along your figure, resting upon your hips as he led you to the heavy beat. You found yourself welcoming his touches, a notion you found absolutely shocking, seeing as this was the first time you had seen him. 

As the night began to age, the two of you became all the more courageous with your casual touches. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. You wondered whether he felt the same when he confirmed your suspicions with whispers in your ear. 

“You’re too beautiful to keep you in the club lights,” he said to you that night, a hand on your back as he walked with you to the entrance. “Let me take you somewhere else.”

“And where would that somewhere be?” you asked him, hoping he would answer what you had in mind.

“How does my apartment sound?” 

He truly was an angel—just a horny one at that.

How fortunate that you shared his sentiments.

“That sounds perfect.”

The smile that morphed his cherry lips had your insides singing, as he took your hand in his and led you out of the club.

The journey to his car was only a few minutes, but the way back to his place felt like forever—there was an unspoken arrangement now, the two of you acutely aware of what was going to happen. It made you lock and unlock your hands in your lap; for Seungcheol, it had him drumming his fingers against the car wheel, bouncing his leg in anticipation.

But then his complex was in view, and you could barely keep your head from spiralling as he parked his car, almost flying out of his seat. The tension had been built up to an uncomfortable extent, neither one making the first move until his home was in reach.

The moment he spotted his apartment, though, his greed took the reins of his entire body.

Grabbing hold of your waist, he pushed you against the door, relishing the way your eyes widened at the sudden impact. 

When you noticed his fingers begin to wander, you got out, heart in your throat, “What happened to going inside?”

He leaned in, and his lips brushed against your cheeks, finding solace in your ear. “Do you want to wait that long, sweetheart?” 

His breath on your skin could have set you on fire. You tried to speak, but your delays only had him insisting, “Answer me.”

One more graze of his mouth against your jaw, and you had had enough. 

“I can’t wait anymore.”

Pulling away, but only enough to look you in the eye, the curve of his mouth had your nerves in a frenzy.

“Didn’t think so.”

And with that, he swooped in, colliding his lips against yours. 

Instantly, like second nature you melted into him, wrapping your arms around him as he kissed you like a boy parched, your lips being his only source of sustenance. Harmoniously your lips moved together, no doubt aching to be connected the moment you both saw each other at that nightclub. His one hand like iron upon your waist, the other travelled to your jaw, holding your face in his fingers. 

Angling your face, he deepened the kiss, boosting the pleasure for you, and he revelled in your hums against him, desire radiating off your urgent hands gripping onto his tight white shirt. You were so compliant, so good for him, even as he broke the seam of your lips with his tongue, an invitation for more. 

How could you refuse an angel when he offered gifts?

You opened your mouth, and his tongue slithered inside, warm against your own. You swirled it with his, and his panting had you becoming more urgent, fisting the fabric of his shirt, snuffing out any distance that should keep you from him.

You needed him here—you needed him now.

“Seungche—” you tried, breaking away from his mouth, a sacrifice you had to make to reap a greater reward, but then his mouth planted on the corner of your lips. He trailed down, pressing open-mouthed kisses upon your throat, and a soft whine escaped you—at this rate, your fists were going to rip his shirt off.

The very thought had your insides chanting in excitement.

“Seungcheol—!” you rasped out when he took a liking to a particular spot between your neck and shoulder. “Wait, we need to go inside—!”

He mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing upon your collarbone. With great strength he released you from his hold, but only for a minute as his hands scrambled in his back pocket for the keys. 

Fishing them out, the dolt nearly dropped them, but how could he help himself? Could he be stable now, when all his thoughts were rooted around you—your spit-slick lips, your fingers on his shirt, your eyes darting between his shaking hands, and his ravenous gaze?

He jabbed the keys inside the lock, twisting and turning till the door unlocked, and he thanked every deity in the universe when the door flipped open. Wasting no more time, his hands caged you again, and this moment, when he swooped down to capture your lips again, he was having no more distractions. 

You stumbled back against him, his boot kicking the door shut as he pinned you against the wall of the hallway, the lights automatically sparking to life in your presence. His mouth was upon you once more, snatching the very breath from you as his hands crept to the buttons of your skirt. 

As his mouth distracted you, eliciting the sweetest whimpers from your throat, he unravelled each button—one soft tug, and the useless garment fell to the floor. He broke away from you, catching the sight of your black underwear, laced at the edges, and he was sure he was going to lose his mind. 

A shuddered fuck escaped his glistening mouth as his palm slid down the lace, your eyes widening when he found the fabric wet beneath his fingertips. His curse was louder this time.

You watched him ogle at your soaked panties, heartbeat pumping in your ears from the sheer sensation.

You wondered whether the angel you had met in the club was truly as saintly as you had imagined.

When Seungcheol began to move his fingers upon the dripping fabric, you knew you had made up your mind. 

A string of groans slipped out from you as he sensed your clit underneath, a phantom smile parting his mouth. “You like that?” he asked you, sweet as an angel, sweet as heaven when his fingers were doing the devil’s work. When you nodded hurriedly at him, shuddering out your breathing, he tutted at you, fingers slowing. “No, no, baby, I need you to say it.”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you could only get out, the only words in the English language that you could comprehend because then his pace increased, and you shut yourself up completely, hanging onto his shoulders. “Feels s-so good.”

“Hmm…” He circled your bundle of nerves, you tensing with each perfect movement—your hips constricted against his touch, feeling your release on its way should he continue. He fastened his slender fingers, and your legs nearly buckled as that impending feeling crept closer, threatening to crumble around him.

He could feel it coming, you supposed, with the way your eyes dazed out, mouth going slack. “You’re close, are you?” he got out, his free hand pinning your enthusiastic hips to the wall. “God, so excited to cum on my fingers?”

You tried to answer him with good, sane, words, because that’s how you reply to a boy when he asks you a question—but this was no man, and these were not good, sane words he offered you. From his baritone you could tell he was taunting you, something you should have known the moment you had your first conversation with him.

His torment only brought you closer to your ruination.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he whispered to you, voice grating. “Do you want to cum or not?”

But your mind was a fog, and the only clear thing in sight was his fingers, moving so fast, so perfectly around your clothed clit that you could not respond to his fated question. You could only whimper out unintelligible words, voice heightening to the clouds. 

That did not suit him at all.

“Is that how you wanna play this?” he muttered as he leaned into you, his harsh, uneven breath fanning your ear. “Just wanna do whatever you want?”

God, you were so fucking close.��You could almost taste it, sense the mind-fuck that was about to crash—

You could have screamed the lights off when you felt him repel his fingers. 

Your mouth gaped open, legs shaking as it awaited your orgasm, only for the feeling to slowly fade, as if the boy had never even touched you. “Wh-what the…” Now, with your senses enlivening, you could deign to speak—or rather curse his existence. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh, so you can talk now?” He rubbed his fingers with his thumb, eyeing the wetness that glistened.

You would have glared at him if the sight of him playing with your arousal did not send a bonfire alight in your core. So you only watched him and the pads of his fingers, rasping out, “You can shut me up again…if that’s what you want.”

The way Seungcheol’s gaze burned could have had you collapsing to the floor. “Fuck,” he could only say to that, his hands upon your sides again. They played at the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“Why?” you asked him, barely a whisper, slowly raising your hands.

When he began to pull your shirt upwards, you let him take it off, sending it on the floor. The matching bra, laced to perfection, had him almost speechless. His hands found solace at your sides, just underneath the strap. “Because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Instinctively your tongue slid along your bottom lip, feeling the slight swell, courtesy of his truly. “Did I…did I tell you to stop?”

He parted his mouth. 

Oh, he was going to ruin you tonight. 

If you had any clinging ideas of his angelic qualities, they were completely snuffed out from this point onwards. 

He kissed you with a bone-crushing intensity, hands trailing down your thighs as he lifted you up. He did not give you a moment of surprise, drowning out your yelps with the harsh movements of his lips as he led you to the bedroom, a journey he had memorised with his eyes closed. 

He kicked his boots off as he laid you down on the bed, you watching as he took his shirt off, his silver chain resting along his collarbone. You were shameless as you admired his physique, muscles rippling off his tight abdomen, trailing down to the real treasure, cut off from the band of his white jeans. His silver hair glittered in the lamplight of his room, you not caring about the details when the boy who inhabited it had his eyes on you.

His stare had goosebumps rippling all over your skin. When he noticed, a smirk rose upon his dark, cherry mouth. That smirk remained as, with his stare pinned on you, he unbuttoned his trousers, peeling it off his legs, and the thighs that were exposed could have struck you dumb. You had half a mind to merely focus on them alone, but when your gaze short-circuited on his Calvins, the package that welcomed you had your mouth watering.

Your blatant staring had a low chuckle brushing from his lips. “Done checking me out?” he teased, stepping closer as he entered the bed, climbing atop you. His chain dangled just above you, his fingers finding their familiar dwelling along your hips. “Looking at my cock would be enough, wouldn’t it?”

You decided to be brave. “Not anymore,” you said, your hand reaching the waistband of his underwear. “I need…need your cock inside me.”

“God,” he voiced out, finger hooking upon the straps of your panties. “Such a pretty face, but such a dirty mouth.” He brought the strap down, you then easing them off. The sight of your cunt in front of him had his eyes going heavy-lidded. “And such a…fuck.”

“Your turn,” you murmured, tugging down at his boxers. His cock sprang free in result, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your sockets. 

His laugh was a seductive melody in your ears. “Don’t hate me later when I turn cocky.”

“Let’s see if you know how to use it,” you bit back, hips aching to lift themselves up.

The carnal look on his face could have made you cum right there and then. With ease he spread your legs apart, one hand on his cock as he directed the head between your folds. He was the biggest fucking asshole, teasing you as he carressed the edges of your cunt, panted breaths leaving you with every phantom touch.

“Hurry up,” you seethed out, aching to buck your hips upward had his other hand not pinned you down. 

“So needy for me, already?” he jeered, sliding his cock ever so slightly within you. The seam of your lips broke open at the sensation, barely in but already beginning to stretch you out. “What’re you gonna do when I’m fully inside you?”

“P-probably nothing,” you gasped out, needing to push him to the limit—a comment like this, and he was sure to pound you into the bed. 

You thanked the deity that made Seungcheol when his eyes darkened.

“Nothing, huh?”

With one last tease of his head, he decided to prove you wrong.

He slid his cock past your folds, and you had to dig your nails into his shoulders to not shatter beneath him. Fuck, he was so big, it should have been impossible for you to accept a challenge as substantial as he possessed. Thankfully, he was still languid in his journey, slowly easing it in to help you adjust. He seethed through his teeth at the semblance of your cunt, pulsating around him, delighting at the way your brows knitted together at the sensation.

Once he bottomed out in you, he looked at you, waiting for your approval to continue. 

You nodded, but decided to vocalise it. “I-I’m good,” you whispered, holding onto him. “Just…don’t stop, okay?”

The devilish quirk of his lips, silver hair curling over his beautiful features, had you unable to breathe.

“Great minds, sweetheart.”

With that, glancing at where he connected into you, he began to pull out. 

Although he was slow, languid, gentle in the beginning, the mere action of his cock sliding out brought unspeakable amounts of pleasure radiating off your skin. There were many you had spent nights with, who, even when they were finishing off within you, could not bring you even an atom of satisfaction. This boy before you, over you, with one simple action, had driven you to the barriers of your sanity. 

One more push, and you would be thrown into the abyss of madness. 

The ring on his pinky was warmer against your skin, skimming past your hips as his head welcomed back the edges of your cunt, Seungcheol razor-focused on his movements. With every glance towards you, though, he seemed to lose his sharp edge, jaw slacking at the way your whines tumbled off your tongue, unable to restrain them. To bring you to that state, where you could not even control yourself…

The man, too, indulged himself when he slipped his cock back into you again.

He was a little faster this time, but you could have praised him till eternity for the change of pace as you arched your back against him. His hands began to wander, fingers sliding beneath your arch to unclip your bra, tossing it to the floor. He hummed in ecstasy at the sight of your breasts, and he wasted no time pressing his lips against your nipple. The swirl of his tongue along the peak had you mewling, carding your hands through his silver locks, pulling every so slightly with every sloppy touch of his mouth.

Soon, though, he quickened his pace, feeling his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, his throat as he relished the sounds that came from your mouth, louder with his every thrust into you. God, he did not know what specifically it was about you, but never before had he tasted the lust that resided in the room, satisfied himself in the heightened moans that elicited from you.

He watched you, desire curling in his hands as they slithered up your chest, fingers resting on your neck. “So loud, now, huh?” he taunted, his chain rocking back and forth with his movements. “Said you were gonna do nothing…look at you now.”

You could have whined out your tears with his torment, but the blood pumping at your core exposed another tale entirely. You could only answer with your panting, louder the more pressure between your hips grew. 

“Not gonna…ah, answer me are you?” His fingers curled around your neck. “Just gonna pant at me?”

Because you were in the same situation before, when his hands were doing the work, you did not answer him, only offering him trembling breaths. When his fingers exerted a little pressure on you, you felt that very oxygen decrease, panting muting out to shivering, choked exhales. 

Watching you breathless beneath him had him nearly cumming inside of you. 

But because he was not that selfish, he only indulged in his fantasy for a couple of moments, dipping into the waters of his experiment—apparently, with the way you grinned lazily at him, it seemed a success.

A note for later. 

He replaced his hands with his mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses upon your throat for penance as he slammed his cock into you once more. He devoured your moans with his tongue, opening your mouth completely because he could not have enough of your lips, could not indulge enough in rendering you at his mercy.

Tasting your blubbering, he could tell you were nearing your orgasm. “Close, now?” he murmured upon your mouth, and you nodded hurriedly against him, feeling your spit-slick lips graze up and down his own. He smiled.

“Good.”

This time, he was completely, carnally relentless.

His cock worked overtime, moving at lightning speed inside of you. His fingers brought in an earlier prospect, circling your clit, uncovered before him now, and the pleasure you received from so many ends had you relinquishing all sanity. Forget the edges of madness—you were engulfed in lust-stricken hysteria, encouraged by Seungcheol’s antics. 

You were in another world, drifting from normality, his every thrusting driving you further away from everything you were familiar with. You thought that maybe people could die from pleasure, and that it was not such a terrible way to go out, if it meant you could savour the sensation forever.

But of course, these joys never do last forever, even if the one who offered such ecstasy would have laboured forever for you. You, however, had your weaknesses, which came in the form of your blood pumping, so loud in your ears you thought they would explode. 

With one last circle of his fingers against your clit, and you were completely undone.

Your orgasm had you crying out, legs shaking uncontrollably as your walls pulsated around him, gripping onto him so hard you knew his shoulders would bruise. The apparent asshole was extremely gentle as he slowed his ministrations, his own restraint about to snap. With a violent curse he slipped out of you, spilling himself onto the sheets. Some of his release had landed on you, but he did not notice, collapsing beside your recovering figure. 

With the commotion the two of you created, the silence was deeply felt, the only sound now being the harsh breathing you both shared. You stared at the ceiling, a white darker than his hair, blinking back at the events that had occurred since you saw him.

You put your hand on your heart. It still beat a mile a minute.

You had to give it to yourself—that may have been the best fuck you ever had. 

Turning to face the boy who was responsible for it, he too, followed your actions, silver locks matted upon his forehead, sheen with sweat. 

As his heavy-lidded eyes rested on you, he offered a lazy smile—no, a languid smirk. 

As if he knew that he was the best you ever had.

You could have scoffed.

How you thought this boy was an angel was beyond you.

Because as the two of you stared each other down, uncovering one mystery after another, you knew that this was no guardian of the heavens.

No, because tonight, you had most likely slept with the devil.

[catluniscia]

Bonita Soleil

One of my favorite character looks in Psychonaugts 1, I like her level too...kinda, I like the meaning behind it, and the self criticism and you know loosing your muse and all that...playing it on the other hand...not one I enjoy.  But I love Bonita Soleil I love her look, I love the aesthetic, and I wanted to draw her and...yes I did a semi Virgin Mary/saintly look I think it works a lot...can't wait for those types to complain about me being sacrilegious and a dirty sinner, and how jesus saves. -sips coffee- I can handle it don't panic.

[neverchecking]

Ooh, bestie plz. That yandere time piece left me aching with the amount of need I didn't know I had

So I wanna request one more, if that's okay. Yandere Time, once again, but with a breeding kink. And please, feel free to go into explicit detail.

(May and I both personally hc that time has a breeding kink. I literally wrote a whole ass smut piece with a pregnant reader on both her page and mine about this. Same piece, links on both pages lmao)

The amount of horny I am for this man is not okay. Time can bend me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat whenever he wants

...Ahem. Sorry.

I'm gonna be yer 🧚 anon, okay?

omg-

Omg-

OMG YOUR FAIRY ANON?! THE FAIRY ANON?! After you messaged me here I went to May's page and began reading some of her stuff, and every time I came across a 🧚anon post I knew it was going to be good. I just- Drooling, kicking my feet, barking, the whole nine yards.

Anyway, I am absolutely here to please. Time could take me anywhere. There are some pieces that I write and I'm like...Should I share this or keep it to myself? And I gotta admit, that Time one was one of em. The reception to it was just so fantastic and I'm glad everyone liked it. Anyway, I got another Time request around the same time as this one and I just- lightbulb.

Also also, never be sorry Darling. I love to hear all the dirty thoughts. Really gets the writing juices flowing yk? Plus, I get my own 🧚anon? Sign me tf up.

SORRY ANYWAY-

Smut so MDNI. 18+. You asked for explicit detail, so I hope I brought it to the table!

Smut CW: Reader is a little bit of a Yandere themselves, AFAB reader, Subby! Time, breeding Kinks!

Fairy boy

It was hot.

So unbearably hot. Sweat was dripping between every curve of the body he had worked so hard to achieve, leaving behind a misty sheen as his breath fogged in front of him. The air around him was practically smothering, but he couldn't bring himself to care. No, this was a religious experience that he was blessed to experience.

Nothing could ever top this moment. Not anything he had experienced up to this point.

But oh, how willing he was to show his absolute devotion to you, his Goddess, his muse, his star given soul mate. Anything to show your saintly soul that his own was open to you. To take, to shred, to treasure, to obliterate. Anything, and it was yours. He was truly committed to your entire being.

And you knew it to. He knew you knew it from the glares you would shoot inn keepers that fluttered their lashes at him. He knew you knew it from the sharp, venom laced words you would hide behind a sweet, lace lined tone designed to make the other just wilt before you for even thinking of approaching him. He knew you knew it from the dangerous, but ever erotic, gleam in your eyes as you followed the movement of the one waitress that left her hand to linger on his shoulder for a second too long.

And was it ever anoetic.

It was like linking a chain between the two of you with every interaction making it stronger. Reinforcing it with titanium steel only to enhance it with unbreakable enchantments. It was coiled so tightly around the both of yours hearts, like a double headed viper ready to strike any other imposter daring to try and tame the other's rearing serpent. Perhaps there was something unhealthy about it all. but he couldn't find himself to care.

He couldn't even find it in himself to think.

Not when the searing trails of both his cum and your own trailed down his thighs, burning like magma wherever it touched. Not when your own form was bouncing above his own, your own skin polished with sweat as your inner walls, velvet and absolutely piquant (He would know), clung to him, pulsing and squeezing him for everything he had to offer you. Not when his neck and collarbone, littered with bites and hickeys, angled itself mindlessly to give you better access.

Everything about him was positively brainless, nothing but a useless doll for you to use and abuse should you deem it what you want.

But you wouldn't.

You would never dream of hurting him in any way, shape or form. It's what made you so exquisite. You cared for him in a way no one else previously had. Everyone else in his life either left him or was left behind, but you- you had followed him. Clung to him so tightly he had no choice but to be dragged down to whatever depths you fell through to. Not that he would ever let you fall far.

No, he couldn't imagine a life without you. Without your semi-stern glares and light scoldings whenever he gets just a little too reckless in ensuring your safety. Without your gentle hands, cradling his face as you coo at him in that soft voice of yours that he was yours, only yours, and you were his, and nothing, not even the Golden three themselves could pull the two of you apart. Without your smaller frame underneath of him, clinging to his form as he drilled into you, imprinting his every inch onto your being, absolutely ruining you for anyone else.

He knew he was. No one else would ever live up to you. You were beyond words, celestial if it could be something tangible. He knew anyone else chances were all but derelict. Not there ever was a chance for any other possibility.

"Goddess, Link-"

You never called him Time. Never. Besides nicknames, the only other moniker you called him was his name. You called the others by their titles, but not him. You once explained to him that it was because he was more than just a title to you. He was more than just a hero. He was your very reason for pushing on in the morning, for breathing, eating, simply existing in this realm.

He was more than just a title to you.

He was Link, the humble farm boy who was traumatized beyond belief. Who required delicate handling even when he didn't feel he deserved it. Who needed someone to ground him and smooth out his chipped and tattered edges.

He needed you.

Oh, he needed you badly. Even just having you here, cunt squeezing around him as you rolled your head back, hair falling back before you were leaning forward. You laid on his chest, emphasizing the heat around you both, as your forehead landed on his. Your hips never stopped moving, dragging deliciously up his shaft, leaving a milky white sheen in your wake, before slamming back down, a filthy squelch echoing out.

One of his palms, flat and heavy, raised to clap against your ass cheek, making you clench around him as your head fell forward, whimpering into his ear as something wet dripped onto his lap.

You shivered and shuddered, but, gloriously stubborn you, refused to slow even the slightest. He knew what you wanted from him, and he was more than willing to give it to you.

You wanted a baby. His baby. You wanted to carry his child, a piece of the two of you together. You wanted to be tied together for the rest of your lives. You wanted to be the mother of his children.

He could see it now. You all round and barefoot, taking care of the house while he went to work with the knights at the castle or down at the Lon ranch. You, wearing a soft pink apron, as you baked and cooked meals to last the time you would be in recovery because you both knew he was useless in the kitchen. You, who would look downright elegant, despite the strenuous act you just went through, cradling his baby. His baby that would suckle at your teat as you glowed like the angels above came down just to bless this event.

And he craved that.

With a low groan, his arms shot up to wrap around your back as his hips hammered up, pushing right against your own as he plunged in as far as physically possible. He was sure he was kissing the ring of your cervix with how far he was docked within your walls, which throbbed around him. Old loads leaked out around him, making room for the new stuff, as you cried and withered, cumming around him with a cry of his name.

He knew he would go through whatever needed to give you your desired child, and it seemed you thought the same as you sat up, chest heaving in heavy pants, staring down at him. Overstimulation racked his spine, as he was sure it did yours, but he was given a mission. A quest.

And nothing would stop him from completing his quest.

[general-cyno]

ehh it's just me musing but. I do find it a little curious that (depending on who likes whom I guess) cora is usually either seen as some saintly flawless goofy figure or a brainwashed cop who got killed because he refused to try and save his brother. I do think his character is not exactly easy to pinpoint, considering he appears for a very short time and in a flashback nonetheless, plus the fact that he's dead means no further fleshing out of his character - broadly speaking - outside of the people who knew him and are willing to provide insight on what he was like, though that'd still be kinda biased.

however I believe there's actually a bunch of things that were straight up shown and some that can be pieced together from what little panel/screen time he had: ie how he's seemingly more bad tempered, impulsive and violent than he's portrayed as in fanon at times, albeit motivated by his own priorities at the moment (trying to kick the shit out of law to stop him from exposing cora to doflamingo) + his sense of what's right and wrong and to whom it applies (punching medical staff and setting hospitals on fire for mistreating law, whom he'd been trying to help).

specifically about the navy and doflamingo part... it irks me a little, tbh. partly because it removes what little agency cora had during the flashbacks and sort of waters down his motivation to stop his brother. it's not just whatever crimes doflamingo was committing or planning to back then and the navy wanting to put a stop to that - the thing is that cora was influenced, at least to an extent, to oppose doflamingo based on their childhood experiences with (ofc) the more negative ones, which include doffy murdering their father right in front of him, overshadowing anything else. as he tells law, cora can't fathom how their kind parents could've borne someone as evil as his brother. and yet. that's the other thing. cora was very much a child, and younger than doflamingo at that, when the elder DQs chose to leave marijoa and all that it entailed after. between all the traumatic events he lived through and later being raised by a marine (sengoku of all people), I'll be the first to say his perception of those events, of their parents and doffy himself is not really the most unbiased or reliable. we don't see him questioning the existence of celestial dragons (beyond warning law he's in danger when cora finds out about the D) nor the nature of the WG/the marines and the antagonistic role they play in OP's universe. we didn't have him long enough for those things to be put to question deeply anyway, especially not wrt to doflamingo, so imo it makes sense that his focus wasn't on "saving" but stopping him.

that said... he does witness the worst of it, kind of. through law. law is the very reason why I don't agree with the idea of cora being simply a brainwashed cop. this guy watched how people (those who should care) mistreated, dehumanized and demonized a sick child over prejudices caused by the lies the nobles and WG itself relied on to sweep their own corruption under the rug. he saw first hand how all those doctors ran to call the WG to kill the child and how they answered to do that. and what did he do? he lied and betrayed the organization he'd been part of (presumably for more than the years he spent undercover) and the man who'd raised him like a son just to save the kid that everyone, even the so called justice, had turned his back on and would've gotten rid of if given the chance. heck, when he first brought up the topic of law with sengoku, the man basically told him not to favor him too much for it could jeopardize his mission.

but perhaps the biggest proof is that he lied to law about being a marine when the latter directly asked if cora was one. as he later admits, cora lied to him about this because he didn't want law to hate him - and knowing all law lived through (flevance), seeing some of it himself (their hospital shenanigans) and what law told him as well, cora knew he had plenty of understandable and justified reasons to hate anyone ever slightly associated with the marines or the WG, including cora. to me, someone who's completely blinded by the navy/WG propaganda and follows their every order to the letter without thought wouldn't have denied his own affiliation nor been so determined to ditch being a marine and make an enemy out of those institutions (even if that also meant betraying his father figure) just to save, protect and do right by a child who'd been clearly failed by them. at no point did cora ever try to argue that Not All Marines, much less express any other sentiments of that sort to law.

on a similar vein, despite insisting doflamingo was evil and an agent of destruction - law is also the proof cora was somewhat aware that his brother (and people like doflamingo) normally don't pop out of nowhere and do Terrible Things just because. that maybe in other (better) circumstances, doffy might've become someone different and/or made different choices. after all, cora is the one who points out the similarities between doflamingo and law, and eventually does his best to turn law's life around so that he won't follow the same path. should he have tried to save doflamingo as well? when? how? would it have worked? who knows. and if you ask me, regardless of their similarities at that moment in time, doffy was already a grown ass man compared to law and cora himself was just an even younger kid when shit hit the fan in their childhood. I'm not sure doflamingo (as an adult) would've been particularly receptive of "help" either, considering his disdain for the kindness in cora and their father that he saw as a weakness. not to mention waaay too many other factors that come into play also (trebol and co's grooming and influence for example). still, one of them did pull the literal trigger in the end and it wasn't cora, so there's that.

all in all, for a character with such a short lived amount of time in the story - cora is quite the complex one and so very compelling. characterizing him as just strictly one thing or the other can be a little reductive but the fact that his character can be explored beyond that in the first place (once more, despite his lil bit of alive and onscreen moments) is what's fun and says a lot about the writing itself.

[goldenviolins]

hmm. but smiting really did take a lot of of her. a click of their tongue and they were quick up onto their feet , a twirl of pen between their long fingers. "mmmm. what will it get me , demon?" it was a teasing question - a mischievous smirk. besides the satisfaction of smiting a load of demons... barachiel felt -- unbothered that day. other hand came up , long fingers curling around metal sides of glasses , tilting them down until plucked , examining. "these are nice."

it was a distraction. the sound erupted - shook like an earthquake. purple sparks lapping at angelic feet - eyes glowing a dangerous golden with purple sparks glittering in honeyed eyes. another smirk ; a twirl of glasses before placed back onto bridge of nose. "a thank you would suffice." the demons had long been gone since the plucking of glasses.

WHAT HASN'T he done , frankly , to piss them off ? even as their previous emissary of hell , they never fully trusted him . and with pretty good reason , to be fair . crowley has been skating by on lies for pretty much all these six thousand years .

❝ it's complicated , really . some divine angelic smiting would be VERY helpful right about now . ❞

[fairlyabookie]

Obsession

Author's note: totally not inspired by EXO's "Obsession" and other songs lmao

Content: stalking | you've been warned | character analysis

To covet something was not in Rook’s dictionary; his admiration towards ‘beautiful things’ can be deemed as an obsession. His admiration didn’t stem from his aspiration to be them; rather, to idolized them as the epitome of beauty, unobtainable beings that have attained the ideal of what is beauty itself. He wouldn’t dare come close to them and tarnish their saintly images; as a hunter, he can watch from afar and prepare himself for the hunt, his arrow aiming true to his prey. 

His room, a dwelling he wouldn’t let anyone enter under any circumstances, a pristine example of his admiration towards such beauty: a pure-hearted youth with nothing but a heart-wrenching story of family and hard work, and a flawless royalty, their killer looks captivating everyone that looked his way. Rook devoted his time and money to enshrining everything he can get his hands on from them, as his admiration grew more intense, to the point of infatuation. 

However, Rook had found a new prey for his hunt: [Reader]. He was curious upon [Reader]`s arrival to this world, studying them under a watchful eye. Their beauty striking, [Reader] fascinated Rook to no end, even to the point of diverting the third year’s attention elsewhere that was not the shrine in his room. Once upon a time, Rook had two muses; now, he has three. 

Like his other prey, Rook wanted to test out what made them tick, observing them for their reactions, their desires, their moments of vulnerability- he needed to know everything and everything about them, a peculiar trait about him, for sure, but he must. He watches [Reader], estimating fine measurements to the very millimeter of their body, strand of hair, and nuanced parts only he can notice. 

He tests [Reader], selecting his words carefully so nothing seemed amiss; watching their reactions and their peculiarities, their narratives - what made them come here in the first place and their motivation. Slowly but surely, Rook absorbed this information like a sponge, absorbing and retaining everything into his memory about this wonderful person. Now that he had taken a bite of [Reader]’s flavor, he couldn’t possibly leave them alone. 

Every day, he watches for those tiny behaviors, movements that [Reader] does and imprints them into his memory, catches a whiff of fragrance adorned by them, and soon, create his impression about [Reader]. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by their presence, a crooked smile widening as he spent more time with [Reader].

Just like his shrines, Rook must build a shrine dedicated to this enigma, anything he can get his hands on, so [Reader] too can join the ranks of Neige and Vil in his room. Only Rook could do this, as he had spent days monopolizing [Reader] to his whims. All he had to do was wait and let go of the arrow of love strike true in their heart.

[stars-above42]

This is specifically for @ceterisparibus116 who mused about a fanart with Matt’s “radar sense” expanding from a saintly halo.

And of course, who am I to resist that, despite no drawing skills

[banggyu0308]

NSFW Dialogue Prompts

for this event !!

‘love you so fucking much, every part of you, fuck’

‘I wanna touch you…’/'can i… touch you?’

‘Let me watch, please?’/’wanna see you’

‘I’ll make you, fuck, forget all about him...’

‘We’ve been watching this for so long… wanna see something else?’

‘You think i don’t notice? Baby boy’s such a pervert…’

‘Have you ever…? No? Do you want to?’

‘Let me run a bath for you…’

‘Please, just one?’

‘Make it go away…’ ‘is it better now? no? Let me fix that…’

‘couldn’t stay away, could you?... little slut’s already tight around my dick’

‘bunny’s so desperate, what a whore for this cock’

‘can’t help it, gonna make you mine forever baby, how’d you like that?’

‘I think i want to?’

‘who’s the bunny now, hm?’

‘just the tip now… pup can’t stay quiet, so pathetic, isn’t he?’

‘are you real?’/’are you really here?’

‘let me make you feel better..~’

‘bet you’d love for them to hear us… innocent, saintly daughter getting fucked against the wall by her best friend/boyfriend like an animal’

‘shh, fuck, don’t wanna wake them up…’

‘what should we do while we’re stuck here?’

‘seems like i’ve been distracting you a lot… want me to distract you more?’

‘i can, um, see your boxers?’

‘be my muse? i'm not usually in the presence of someone so beautiful.'

‘little baby’s gonna cum so soon?’

‘all fucking mine’

‘i love your sweatshirt… can i try it on?’

‘if i can’t be inside you, gonna make you cum just like this’

‘here... let me help, alright?’

‘I-i, do it again, please?’

‘pretty girl like you must have hundreds of suitors back home, wonder what they’d think if they could see you now, princess such a slut for her princes dick’

‘since i’m your favorite… i’ll give you a cut of whatever you help me make, alright?’

'Oh fuck me, you’re learning so well, aren’t you?' (credit: @/dumplingsjinson )

'I haven’t even touched you yet, why are you falling apart so easily?' (credit: @/pendarling )

'Aww is baby crying? There there, that feels good doesn’t it?' (credit: @/pendarling )

'Do you think you deserve this?' (credit: @/eloquentmoon )

'I want to have my way with you.' (credit: @/eloquentmoon )

'i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.'

'i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty.'

'i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.'

'it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off.'

'i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.'

'you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.'

'you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me.'

'do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?'

'be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me.'

'have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it.'

'your body was made for mine.'

'you're such a fucking tease, you know that?'

'now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me?'

'i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.'

(38-51: credits to @/nightprompts)

THE REST ARE CREDITED TO ME, @banggyu0308

[citiesborn]

HEART SRISEVOK, THE OWNER OF NEXOS NIGHTCLUB

OOC INFORMATION

your alias, timezone, & pronouns: rainie, est, she/her muse’s name: heart srisevok tagging system link: tbd. [ baifern pimchanok, cis-woman, she/her ] Look who just landed! CHALIDA “HEART” SRISEVOK, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as THE OWNER of NEXOS NIGHTCLUB. The city has plenty of spots for a 33 year old HUMAN like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE HEDONIST, being CHARISMATIC and NARCISSISTIC. ( rainie, 23, EST, removed for discretion )

STATISTICS

full name: chalida zhong, heart srisevok nickname: while "heart" was originally a nickname she legally changed her named to heart upon arrival to mars. date of birth: may 27th, 2372 gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: lesbian romantic orientation: lesbian current age: thirty-three modification: human affiliation: nexos nightclub birthplace: new york city, new york, earth current neighbourhood: sora occupation: owner of nexos nightclub, information broker known languages: english, thai, mandarin

TRADITIONAL BIOGRAPHY

WHEN CHALIDA ZHONG FLEES EARTH in the dead of night she has three things in her bag. 1. twenty-thousand dollars in liquidated bills, a handle of kentucky bourbon - aged twenty years, and a pair of bedazzled dior sunglasses. when she lands on mars chalida zhong is dead and heart srisevok is born. raised on the upper east side of manhattan heart's childhood was a heady mix of swedish boarding schools, lunches at le bernandin, and sneaking out of the marble penthouses her father kept at different points in the city. her mother, much like her daughter was a bored socialite who had even less interest in having a daughter than she did in being married. her father was old money - fortune 500 conglomerates and caviar for breakfast. and in the middle of it all a young chalida desperate for some sort of attention. but her father's attention is domineering at the best of times and cruel at the worst. still she acts out, lashes out at anything she can - ruins business dinners and ends up on the cover of the social papers in handcuffs. when she was eighteen he demanded this behavior come to an end. she was getting married whether she wanted to or not. from that point on it became near impossible to leave the house. heart knew that just leaving new york wouldn't be far enough. so she liquidated her trust fund shoved what she could in boxes and bags and bought herself a first class ticket to mars. after she landed she shook off her old name. taking on her mother's maiden name and the nickname she'd had growing up. she quickly blew through her trust fund partying and in need of quick cash began escorting. due to heart's life in new york high society she blended seamlessly into the upper echelons of sora. her rates skyrocketed and more than money she began collecting information. by twenty-four heart had blackmailed her way into the upper ranks of sora. she'd amassed enough money to quite escorting entirely and opened nexos. it wasn't enough to run the most successful nightclub in new jakarta though. rumors ran through the place like water so heart gave her staff an objective. hear something? come tell her and reap a healthy bonus on top of an already generous salary. heart developed a reputation for knowing things. after all who wouldn't trust a beautiful woman in a pair of designer heels? what could she possibly do to betray some man who thought himself far more intelligent and savvy than her. for the right price she'd tell you the rumor she heard. of course if you wanted to thank her by sending her some sort of gift she'd never be upset by that.

INSPIRATIONS

pinterest: right here quote: "i will always be the virgin prostitute, the perverse angel, the two faced sinister and saintly woman." -anais nin. label: the hedonist tropes: ethical slut, loveable alpha bitch, hard-drinking party girl media parallels: samantha jones ( sex & the city ), faye valentine ( cowboy bepop ), brooke davis ( one tree hill ), ramona vega ( hustlers ) theme song: crazy girls by toopoor

PERSONALITY

positive traits: charismatic, intelligent, effervescent, loyal neutral traits: cynical, unconstrained, honest, outspoken negative traits: selfish, vindictive, narcissistic, jealous peeves: boring people, business meetings, slow walkers fears: spiders, being forgotten, her father skills: manipulation, drinking a whole bottle of top shelf tequila without dying, bitching goals: to become so rich and powerful she's untouchable

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: baifern pimchanok height: 5'5 eye colour: brown hair colour: brown clothing style: heart prefers skirts and dresses over pants. her clothes tend to be especially tight, revealing, and daring. she's typically the most overdressed person in the room and doesn't wear many shoes aside from heels and the occasional pair of boots. she's an admitted shopaholic with an enviable closet of designer clothes. jewelry: much like her clothing heart has an extensive collection of jewelry she cycles through based on her outfits. she's not particularly attached to any of the pieces tattoos: a small sun on her left hip fragrance: some variant of expensive designer perfume

[manuscripts-dontburn]

The True Story of the Romanov Family

Author: Diaconesti Monastery

First published: 2024

Rating: ★★★★☆

This graphic retelling of the story of the Romanov family was done with a great amount of love. The illustrations are rich in colour and detail and the book is worth its price just for them. But if you want more than a simplified overview, you will not get too much from it. is it factually correct? Yes, for the most part. But I have to say that in the pursuit of underlining the saintliness of the Romanovs, the actual human beings they once were are being lost and overwritten by the Orthodox Church. they had flaws which made their humility and piousness at the end all the more impressive and touching, but somehow the discourse here is that they were saints from the moment of their births. And you cannot simply leave Rasputin out of the story and not be disingenuous about your intentions. If you are an avid Romanov enthusiast, I would recommend this book for the artwork, but at the same time, this is not the TRUE story of the Romanov family. It is an outline told from only one point of view - that of the modern Orthodox church.

Les Misérables

Author: Victor Hugo

First published: 1862

Rating:  ★★★★☆

I have watched this story adapted so many times that there were no surprises left for me to find in the book, except for the really, really long description of the Battle of Waterloo (curiously enough I did not mind all of the other "let´s hit a pause and talk about this thing for 50 pages" instances). And even knowing the story so well I was still captivated. The story is so well thought through and so well constructed one can only admire it and even though unrealistic in the way characters tends to give long speeches, it really hits hard. by the end I had genuine tears in my eyes. I would not hesitate to recommend an abridged version if you would like to read it but are afraid of the huge chunks of text which I have mentioned above.

Reputation

Author: Lex Croucher

First published: 2021

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

I expected little, considering this is clearly described as "Bridgerton" like thing, but it really gives obscenely little. The main point of setting your story in history is to use that historical epoch´s mindset and social conduct as an important part of the narrative, at least in my opinion, but all that was borrowed here were the dresses. The characters, their behaviour and everything else is really just high school drama from the modern times. And the biggest crime? To claim something is in the vein of Jane Austen and not being even remotely funny.

Down and Out in Paris and London

Author: George Orwell

First published: 1933

Rating: ★★★★★

Orwell wrote his memories down the way he would write a novel. I found this book both very informative, quite relatable (even if only from the perspective of a once-exploited hotel employee) and sad because hardly anything has changed for the homeless and downtrodden since the book was written and the story lived by the author.

Yellow Jessamine

Author: Caitlin Starling

First published: 2020

Rating: ★★★★☆

It is quite remarkable how much such a short book can do. It is only about 130 pages long, but the story itself feels like you have been given at least thrice that amount. A good mix of fantasy and horror, it is constructed in a way one could easily mistake it for historical fiction. I did lose a thread once or twice because my mind drifted off suddenly and perhaps less talk in the latter half could have been replaced by action and thoughts. Still, a solid and quick read, the perfect recommendation for any Halloween readathon.

The Four Loves

Author: C.S. Lewis

First published: 1960

Rating: ★★★★★

I find great comfort in Lewis´ musings. Even if, as any woman, I realize his view of the role of women was rather old-fashioned and there are moments when I did not completely agree, I do believe he had a deep understanding of Christianity and its underlying principles. I wish more modern Christians, especially the ones who are leaning towards nationalism, would read this book and meditate upon it. I especially enjoyed the parts about friendships and their importance.

Ordinary Monsters

Author: J.M. Miro

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★★★☆

At first, this felt like Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children but much better from the start, as it progressed it definitely was shaped into its own thing. And I was surprised just how much I liked and enjoyed this adventure! The characters really grow on you, the pacing is excellent with the right balance of discovering, talking and action, there are some genuinely unexpected surprises along the way and I am now definitely invested in what happens next.

The Graveyard Book Graphic Novel

Author: Neil Gaiman, P. Craig Russell

First published: 2017

Rating:  ★★★★☆

The Graveyard Book was a great story and the graphic adaptation of it is gorgeous. That said I am sad to say this is probably my last ever Neil Gaiman book, unless the SA/harassment reports which have recently come to light are proven false. The human experience is not kind to that possibility.

Romola

Author: George Eliot

First published: 1863

Rating: ★★★★★

I officially love George Eliot. This is the fourth book of hers I read and thought quite different to the others as far as setting and time period goes, it is as engaging and alive as them. Romola is an exploration of characters who find themselves in a marriage and only too late find out they are completely unsuited for each other. While Tito, the greatest fuck-boy of them all, proceeds to lose himself bit by bit in his selfishness, Romola needs to shape her life and ideas according to the disappointments and losses she keeps encountering, to save her own integrity and her mind. Their private dilemma takes place during a restless period in Florentine history after the expulsion of the Medici and during the "reign" of Savonarola, and these events are crucially intertwined with the lives of the characters. The research is top-notch and descriptions of life in the renaissance Florence are extremely vivid and ring true. One of my favourite classics I have read in a while.

Nikola Šuhaj loupežník

Author: Ivan Olbracht

First published: 1933

Rating: ★★★★★

Seznámená s příběhem dokonale díky Baladě pro banditu, nečekalo na mne na stránkách této knihy žádné p��ekvapení kromě jediného: jak překrásně napsaná je. Během několika málo vět, v nichž Ivan Olbracht začal popisovat divokou nádheru, kde kdysi Šuhaj skutečně žil, jsem se propadla do příběhu a neměla jsem vůli ho opustit až do poslední strany. Tohle není příběh, kdy by autor očekával, že někdo bude jeho "hrdinu" obdivovat či vůbec za hrdinu považovat. Je to příběh tvrdého života v kraji, kde se čas zastavil někde ve středověku.

Assassin of Reality

Author: Marina and Sergei Dyachenko

First published: 2021

Rating: ★★★☆☆

Vita Nostra was a book that f*cked with my mind more than any other. Assassin of Reality is not a bad sequel at all, it is written well and there is more mind-f*ckery to wallow in. But I do not think it was truly needed and most importantly what made Vita Nostra SO appealing to me and my sensibilities was the extremely believable campus and student life described (so vivid you could smell the clothes drying on the radiators in the small rooms) and that is no longer here. The setting has been moved into our present time, including the technology, and the story no longer has that patina that had made it so immersive. There is also not a lot new to discover, we already know pretty much everything as does the main protagonist. Read if you felt unsatisfied with the opened-ending of the first book.

Somewhere Beyond the Sea

Author: T.J. Klune

First published: 2024

Rating: ★★★☆☆

I adored the first book and was happy to meet up with the characters again, I also understand the intention behind it and appreciate it. The dressing up our world´s issue in the fantasy garb is clearly purposeful, but I personally thought it a bit too heavy-handed and 50% of the book is really just inspirational quotes, to the point where nothing is happening. Some of the scenes seemed endless. The ending.... was a bit too much. It is a fairy tale with a moral core, but even though I agree with that moral, I did not have the absolute best time as a reader.

Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tales

Author: Angela Carter

First published: 1992

Rating: ★★★★☆

Beautifully published, this is a collection of fairytales from various parts of the world from Africa to Siberia, many of which feel familiar (as they had made their way into other cultures), some are laugh-out-loud funny (the Palestinian one about a girl born as a pot, I´m looking at you), some with a lesson to be learned. And then there are the Innuit ones. Those are just weird, man. :D

Carmilla

Author: J. Sheridan Le Fanu

First published: 1872

Rating: ★★★★☆

Surprisingly readable and enjoyable, as long as you do not get too mad at men "protecting" the young but adult woman by withholding information about her own health. This book must have been truly chilling when it first appeared and frankly, it is clear that it still works today, considering that much of what is used in it has repeatedly been re-used to the point it became a cliché. The sapphic tones I had not expected, but it definitely made the whole thing more interesting. A good and quick read for the spooky season.

The Witch and the Tsar

Author: Olesya Salnikova Gilmore

First published: 2022

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

The beginning held so much potential... but then it became very generic, the character completely divorced from anything even remotely making her THE Baba Yaga she is supposed to be... sigh sigh sigh.... I guess I´ll just point you in the direction of this all-problems-encompassing review and just... move on to other books.

[saintcecily]

thinking about the many versions of cecily that have circulated . in certain parts of europe , she is still recognized as a saint ; her likeness painted into stain glass windows or carved into beautiful sculptures . in barcelona , her name is only whispered because a legend was spread around that spotting the lady of the black death meant your fate would soon be upon you . even within vampire circles , she's been both revered as a saintly magnanimous figure &. reviled as a twisted , evil , heartless creature . some tales claim she's upwards of 3,000 years old , &. it's a widely held belief she's done little to dispute since so few know the truth about her turning . anyways — consider what impression of cecily your muse might have , based on which stories / legends they have consumed of her !!

[toomagazineperfection]

A lover of her length is my love.

A life if love hopes her, so be it.

She sleeves on a shine and hops on a car.

She lives like Cinderella on an advice-ink.

She becomes her bloom and lives her mine.

She thought of her life and lives hedonistically.

A hope on which she shares a muse.

A night in which she shares a sleep.

A love and alone in lover's park.

A saintly die.

Death deepens her.

Love seeps her.

She writes.

Sunidhi