#Everlasting Feast

[nerdanelparmandil]

Maglor, even tempered and with a voice like molten gold. Maglor who kills at Alqualonde and burns the ships and does not speak against his father. Maglor who runs around Beleriand with Maedhros for their hunts and diplomatic feasts. Maglor who takes the Gap and holds the front with his elder brother, keeping the other five behind their lines. Maglor whose voice is strong and commanding on the battlefield but persuading and compelling in meetings and honeyed and cristal clear when raised in song. Maglor who follows Maedhros and protects him from treachery during the Nirnaeth. Maglor who kills and kills in Doriath, in Sirion, who buries his younger brothers. Maglor who takes pity on little children and raises them, growing fond of them, as little might be thought. Maglor who is sick and weary, who has seen his land lost, his people turn their back on him and Maedhros, Maglor who prefers to surrender than to commit another atrocity, who still hopes beyond reason that there can be forgiveness even for them, that the oath can sleep if the Silmarils are safe, even if they do not have them, who hopes the Powers can render their oath void, and if not, better the Everlasting Darkness than killing again. Maglor, who caves, who kills again, who betrays one last time, who listens and follows his elder brother one last time as they stand back to back against Eldar, Men and Maiar. Maglor, who, despite everything, casts the Silmaril away. Maglor who might have faded, might be alive, alone at last.

Maglor, whose voice and words are the only thing of him left behind, telling of the sorrows of the Noldor.

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul _ Part 5 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 (here)

How you had such a depressing life was beyond Alastor. He didn’t understand it. Can’t comprehend it! But he pushed these questions back to tend to your sadden mood, tucking you in and lulling you to sleep

Alastor sat next to your sleeping form, the room pitch black save for his glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness. His staff played soft music to calm you down and fill the silence of the room. The only tears you should be shredding are ones of joy and happiness 

The people you’ve mentioned, surely they were in Hell as well. They can’t be in Heaven for causing you such torment. He can’t let you see them, any of them. He needs to get to them first. However, for now, he can’t leave you alone in such a state

His eyes closed as he thought out how he’d torture them. Perhaps skinning them till they beg for mercy and your forgiveness? Pulling out their limbs and draining their blood? Letting the cannibals partake in a feast? No, no, he had to enjoy this. They were your tormentors when you were alive, he’ll show you that he can and will be your protector, even a guarddog if he must

But his heinous thoughts were put to a hold when you shifted in your sleep. He pushed away his thoughts while he watched your serene form rest. He put away his monocle, laying beside you and gently pull you closer to him so he was hugging you to his chest. His eyes drooped close. Perhaps he should let those unfortunate souls enjoy Hell a bit longer. If they crossed his path or yours, their voice will be on his everlasting broadcast

When things got slow for you, you found yourself hanging out with the hotel residents at times. They were an interesting bunch to say the least

Charlie was always happy to see you and would invite you on her little activities and exercises to redeem sinners. Though you’d mostly decline unless it catches your interest in some way. On the rare chance you join, she was very appreciative of your presence and wasn’t shy to thank you for joining in front of everyone. Her cheerful attitude was a bit of a hit and miss for you

There was one exercise that got you sharing something you’ve almost forgot

“Okay! Last two to share! Who’s going first?” Charlie beamed

“I’ll go first, My Darling needs all the time to recall!” Alastor directed the attention to him. “My joy in my hay day is my murders. Oh how I felt the rush when chasing my victims, hunting them like prey in the woods. The warmth of their body fading the moment I repeated stabbed my trusty blade into their weak bodies. The—”

“Okay, okay, you can shut it with the creepy killing. Sheesh.” Vaggie interrupted with a groan. She turned to you who was still in a daze, completely unfazed with what Alastor said. “You ready to go?”

“Huh? Oh, okay.” You snapped out of your daydream, unconsciously, your hand patted on your book that was strapped to your hip. “My joy when I was alive… I barely remember it, but I loved going to the library and read all the books I can.”

“That’s surprisingly cute considering you’re with that freaky smil—” Angel’s mouth was immediately shut with the slap of Alastor’s staff

You continued without flinching, this was all a normal banter between the two already now that you were hanging out with the crew more. “I frequent the library, borrowing and finishing a stack of books everyday. The librarian would recommend me new books or save me my favourite corner. I can even eat and drink in the library just because.”

Charlie’s head tilted, “So you love reading.”

“Not just reading. I love books of all kinds. Sometimes I rad that book just cause I liked the texture or the shape of it. I collect books and keep it like treasures. I hate lending books to other because they don’t care for it like I do.” You fondly smiled at the memory, “Then I got a bunch of notebooks too, because I love the design or the cover.”

Lucifer leaned back into his chair, “No wonder your powers are centered around books.”

“Better call you bookworm now! Hahahaa—” Angel was hit by two cranes, one from Alastor and another from Lucifer. Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk flinched with a face twisted to pain as if they felt that. Niffty was living in the moment, wanting one too

Husk gulped some alcohol, “You better shut that loud mouth of yours if you know what’s good for you.”

Everyone laughed and chuckled, Charlie concluding that it was a good exercise and bonding time since everyone was in attendance. Alastor got up and offered you his hand, bringing you two back to your room. You stayed out of it, being in a daze again

When Alastor asked if you were fine, you smiled and said you were fine, if you needed anything, he would be the first you’d call for. So he left you alone

You didn’t tell them. You were that absorbed into reading that you didn’t realize you were being bullied, you were used. You shared your dream of wanting to be a writer that people would love to read what you wrote and share it with friends, to entertain others. You shared your ideas with your friend but your ideas were stolen from you

The moment you handed in your writing, the publishing company said they had one already and that yours was not up-to-date. They rejected your writing. Days later, you saw the newest novel on sell. The title was so similar to yours that you checked the summary at the back. That was your story idea. But your work was rejected so how was it published?

Your nightmare came to life. A betrayal so painful and chilling. Your friend’s name was on the cover. You remember your hands shaking. It wasn’t rage you felt, it was disbelief and sadness. The trust you gave, the care you gave, and the attention you gave. It was all to stab you in the back

You watched from behind the screens at the achievement and success that should have been yours. All of it, it should have been yours to smile upon. But then you were crying and shutting yourself behind the world of fantasy, an escape from reality

Why? Why? Why!

Closing your eyes for a moment, you locked up those memories. They don’t mean much to you now. Not when you had Alastor with you and an unlikely friendship with Lucifer the King of Hell himself, then there was the silly demons of this hotel. Ironic how you found true friends in demons

That’s why when you saw Mimzy again in the hotel, you were skeptical and burning with rage. She had someone as amazing and caring as Alastor to call as a friend, but she’s abusing it without a care. How she has the guts to come back and ask for Alastor, you have no idea, though you’ve seen her kind when you were alive

“You’re a new soul!” Mimzy’s voice made you want to throw glass or grip something until it broke. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“What do you want?” You eyed down at Mimzy with a bored expression

She let out a sound akin to ‘uww’ with a face of disgust. “You’re never gonna get your lucky someone with that attitude.”

Your eye twitched, “I never said I was.”

Mimzy gave you a fake shocked look, “Really? I thought you were going for Alastor!”

You groaned, heading over to the bar to ask Husk for something to drink (not alcohol) because you didn’t want this annoyance to follow you to your room

“Hey,” Mimzy sat next to you without asking, “You know what Alastor’s like when he’s upstairs?”

You ignored her, but your face of silent rage was enough to get her to continue

“You don’t know. He’s a realy lady’s killer! Not literally, but you get what I mean. Girls and ladies throw themselves at him and he doesn’t even bat them an eye. A nice wave and a dashing smile, then he leaves them high and dry! Oh, the broken hearts he had was definitely more than his body count and that’s something!” Mimzy laughed at the end

What’s that got to do with you? You thought to yourself as you aggressive sipped on your drink. Husk eyed you two while cleaning some glass to appear like he was busy. You’ll maybe admit, you were a bit envious of Mimzy that she got to see Alastor when he was alive, you wonder how he looked. Not like you were going to ask

Mimzy endlessly talked bad about Alastor behind his back. What happened to trying to apologise and wanting to make up? No idea, down the drain at this point. As the others around you wonder why you were still humouring the chatty demon, you were wondering the same. Why are you just sitting here and listening to all this?

“You should shut it, can’t you see you’re the only one talking here?” Husk spoke up, indirectly telling Mimzy to just leave you alone

“Aww, and you should do your job, bar cat.” Mimzy teased back. “I’m given this poor soul some attention cause Alastor’s too high of a standard to give some.”

“Ha! Jokes on you. This hot stu— I mean, cutie here’s always got smile’s attention.” Angel inserted himself into the conversation, climbing over the bar to stand next to Husk

You got up, “This is a waste of time.”

Mimzy faked another gasp, “No way. You poor poor thing. You actually fell for him of all people of this hellhole?” She got so close in your face and not to mention your personal space, “I understand why, but! Ha! That’s just bad luck! You’re bound to get your heart broken like all those poor ladies before you.”

Before you said anything, Husk’s wing separated Mimzy from you, “You really need to shut the hell up before you regret it.”

“You shut it fur ball! I ain’t talkin’ to you.” Mimzy snapped at Husk

Deciding that it was not worth your time, you started walking away. This was drama you didn’t want to be involved in and you didn’t want Alastor catching this happening since he sees Mimzy as a friend still

“The hotel won’t allow this.” Charlie tried to establish order and break things off

“Alastor will leave you in the dirt worse than whatever you were before once he’s had his fun with you! You might think you’re on cloud 9 now, but you’re going to be in a world of pain and hurt soon enough.” Mimzy continued, completely ignoring Charlie and Husk’s words

With each step you took, she continued as if singing a song, “Alastor only like things that entertains him. He never commits. He never cares. He doesn’t even have a heart to care! He’s so powerful because he has no room for ridicious things like love. The love he has is only for himself. Alastor is just a selfish heartless motherf—”

“Shut up!” You turned to her, a deep scowl on your face

“This is gonna be good.” Lucifer whispered to the others watching, “But bad for her. Yeah.”

“Shut you annoying f- mouth.” You snapped, unaware that your hair leviated a bit from your rage. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have a friend like Alastor. Alive and dead. But what do you do? You use Alastor’s name just for the fun of it and for your benefit. You just use it! How can you use your friendship with him like this! What’s wrong with your stupid tiny head?! In Hell, you’re supposed to treasure what you have. Not abuse it.”

Mimzy scoffed, “You think you’re so good? So righteous. Well, you would have been up there, now wouldn’t you. Don’t think you’re any better.” She smirked, “In Hell, we use everything and anything to our advantage.” Another gasp came and she covered her mouth, “Oh wait, could it be?” She got close to you, “Haha, you being so defensive and triggered by all this. You really actually did fall for him.”

“I love him.”

“Wait? Couldn’t hear you, sugar—”

“I love Alastor.” You repeated firmly and loudly

“What was that?”

Getting annoyed, you turned to the direction where the question came from. Perhaps it was all this anger in your system that made you slow to realize, “I said,” That you were now face to face with Alastor. “I love you!”

Note: This part's major focus has been mentioned in an ask already. And since it's confirmed that you and Alastor are dating in the latest asks and requests, I'm putting this scene in more detail since asks are trivia for the story

P.S. There's something new planned for future chapters~ Remember that lover and friend mentioned? OCs might be appearing cause I can't do rando short forms. Still thinking... You're thoughts? Or should I just end this series?

Circe Y.

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[tmwcs]

Beauty and the Beast

Finale

Read part one first (if you haven't yet).

Warnings: Heeseung is the beast and does some violating oral acts to reader. Hints of yandere love. This is a fantasy/fairy tale story with a dark twist, do not read this if the thought of an unruly creature conducting smutty acts. I've already said it before--but Fairy Tale series is pretty gross (remember what happened in Red Riding Hood? 😏).

This part is rather short, I wanted to save some ideas and material for the other fairy tales that are in progress. These stories are meant to be short, but fear not, there's a lot more coming. ♥️ Enjoy!

What is this? The pinching…the pulling…the strength of the terrifying grip that bridges me to something fearsome and terrible…what…is…this thing?

A scrabble of words flash on and off in your line of sight as you feel yourself being peeled off the stone rail. Up and over the bend, your body is slowly dragged over the smooth edge of the flat bannister–away from the abyss of the leap of death before you. The hold on your arm wrist was accompanied by an additional grab on the opposite arm–a stronger latch than the initial. The warmth of the creature’s growl coats the back of your neck as you feel it switching out one hold for another as the distance closes in–your back finally meets the coarse fur and a strong humanoid hand reaches up to cup your throat. The snout buries into the back of your head as it grunts sparsely. It pulls you all the way through–back into the darkened room that you have grown to despise within seconds. 

The entire area was a complete mess–evidence of chairs, tapestries, and paintings thrashed to pieces surrounds your bodies as the creature pins you down to the floor. Your chest meets the soft surface of the luxurious velvet green rug. The plush and tufted material creates a pillow top texture that is comfortable enough for one to sleep on, yet the atmosphere takes away the peacefulness for anyone to find comfort for slumber. Your mind goes blank and your body goes limp–everything freezes within and you begin questioning if this was all a wild nightmare. Deep down you knew that fighting would get you nowhere, perhaps that was the reason behind your stagnant posture as you felt the demon tear the backing of your blouse and lift your skirt. Your undergarments are also ripped from skin within one pull. Yet, you still find it meaningless to fight it all. What could you do? With the density of the creature's body partially weighing you down, you were anchored to the ground–any wiggle room would only serve him an advantage of having you accessible at his pleasure. 

There was a delayed effect, but your tears eventually found their way through as they punctured their way through the ducts of your wide eyes. The creature’s tongue initiated it all the moment he swiped it up and down your core. It was long, thick, and entirely too warm for comfort. With long strokes, it coats the entire surface of your clit and plush lips. You sob hysterically and cry out–begging it to stop. As if it took delight in your cries, the creature swoops a strong arm under your pelvis and lifts your lower region from the ground. Your back arches in response while another firm palm is plastered against your upper back, pushing you down. The creature continues with its offense and it doesn't take long for your body to respond in its favor–much to your everlasting shame. The moment it could taste the fruit of his labor, he continued to feast–propelling you to ooze the sweet essence that can only be extracted from that spot. The sensation was too enjoyable for you to admit, but the way the creature massaged the center of your bud and handled the rest of your body delicately under its heavy claws, something about it made you yearn for more. Your moans were proof of that and the monster took that as it’s que to do more. The girth of its tongue was thicker than any throbbing member you’ve seen in the media or read in story books. Which is probably why the moment he inserted it inside, it was no surprise that you gasped. The feeling of penetration wasn’t at all painful–surprisingly. It was smooth, warm, and the lubrication of excess saliva made the whole thing easy for you to take in. The creature refrained from going too deep. Instead, he stops midway, thrusting the smooth muscle in and out at a slow and steady tempo, following your moans as you begin to sing out the guilty pleasures of his momentum. The powerful duality of numbness and tingle overwhelm your entire body, causing it to vibrate rigorously. The creature allowed you minimum movement, which you took advantage of as you propped your upper half on your forearms. You gasp out obscene words, which only brought the creature closer to heat. As if the creature had some sort of humanness to its emotion, you felt the calloused thumb stroke your skin as he continues to give you sensational oral pleasure. Its snout triggers quaking vibrations as it snarls against you. Between the thrusts it takes a moment to glaze the outer surface of your womanhood with tender pelts at the tip. You beg for holy forgiveness amidst the denial–one could not possibly understand the conflicting range of emotions you were feeling at this very moment. 

At the peak of the creature’s assault, the moment finally came when your body caved in. Admitting defeat against your mental pleading, your soul leaves you for a moment out of despair as you feel the immense sense of relief through the sensual release. Flooding the creature's tongue and snout, a blend of something obscene leaks out from your womanhood, only to be cleaned up by its tongue. You cry out a tune of pleasure and regret–a single tear travels down your soft cheek as you feel the orgasm pushing its way through every part of you. 

The force of the feeling made you exhausted. Your breaths were shortened and it was difficult to catch up as your limbs lose strength, causing your chest to fall back to the rug. Your hair is plastered against your face and obscuring your vision, however, it wasn’t enough to block out the immense golden hue that peeked its way through the strands. Was it just your mind playing tricks or was the room getting brighter? 

A sting hits your eyes as the beaming light becomes too strong. Your naked eyes squint shut as a flash warms your entire body and cleanses the room. For a second, even under closed lids, you saw nothing but a white canvas surrounding you. Once the warmth faded, you opened your eyes slowly. The room was back to the normal eyesore and your body reconnects with the familiar cold air. You lay still and scared. Unsure of what the creature had next in mind, however, you were quite certain that death was within reach. You only hope that it would at least be as pleasant as the monster’s recent violating act. Your head lays on the side, displaying your profile to the ceiling. Just as you are about to sob once more, a foreign image of perfection presents itself in front of you. Firmly planting the palm on the rug before your very nose was the smoothness of olive complexion. A masculine forearm graced by a river of veins compliments its strong hand. The view of what seemed to be a man’s presence triggered you to realize that the prickly fur was replaced by soft skin. It was warm and you could detect a musky scent that coated it. You weren't sure how to make sense of it, but without using your eyes to confirm the truth, you already knew that the beast was no longer there with you. 

“It doesn’t take much to tame you, does it?” 

His voice was deep and condescending. You felt the tip of his nose nuzzle against your hair as he smirks. “Good girl.” he whispers. 

You shake, not knowing what was going on. The strange happenings of everything that just occurred had you stale shocked. Once again, you were immoble. 

The stranger chuckles laconically as he carefully flips you on your back. Through the gaps of the thick bunches of hair covering your face, you could barely make out the details. You hear the stretch of his smirk returning when he gently pushes them away, permitting you to inherit a full sight to view. Upon seeing everything in clarity, your hand finds its way to your face as you palmed your gasp. The shock stuns every sense–like fireworks. His face…

“Ah–you recognize me, don’t you?” 

Shaking, you turn your face away. Your movements were knotted by the uneasiness of what it was that you came to realize–-the portrait. When your cheek hits the velvet rug, your eyes felt the sting of shock once more when you viewed the handsome portrait from before. It remained on the wall, unfazed by the chaos that ensued from earlier–though you have a feeling he left it on purpose. Was it to antagonize you? What was this? What happened to the creature? Was everything a game? 

Your mind was pelted with questions that no one else could answer. Sensing your conflicted state, he gently turns your head back to his line of sight, and forces you to look him in the eye. “Don’t think. It will be easier for you.” A demeaning tone that had a sense of tenderness behind it–this man had an effect on you, it was both terrifying and comforting at the same time. 

Uncertain of what was going to happen to you, all you knew was that the dangerous look in his dark eyes eluded hunger. Who knows what will happen after he commits to his next act. Much to his pleasure, you remain peaceful despite the emotional turmoil that raged inside. He presses his entire body against you and slowly reaches to grab hold of your throat. His grab was gentle yet firm. A gentle kiss between your nose tips counteracts the small bite of your lip as he licks the sting away. Even when you felt the firmness of his muscle hardening in between your thighs, you remained compliant–not entirely by choice. It was the shock that had you admit defeat. He didn’t care. So long as you were displaying obedience, that’s all he cared about–all he ever will care about, after all…you broke the spell. That was enough for him to claim you…to love you…to keep you. 

“Darling…I am so happy that I have all of eternity to feast on you–and eternity starts now.”

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[minhosimthings]

Angels in Tibet

Symphony Smut Series Day 13: Amaarae's Angels in Tibet

Lyric: Louvre and Armani I like how you say it

Pairings: fiance!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, implied use of pheromone, bathroom sex, semi public sex, fingering, p in v sex, overstimulation, missionary, unprotected sex (not for you baby), mention of breeding, rough sex and I'm talking ROUGH, dom!Jay, sub!reader, fluffy in the beginning

A/N: Day 13 baby! 5 more oneshots to go and we'll be over. I just had to do a Paris fic with Jay cause IT'S JAY. @yunabi436 a gift for you darling

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Jay was a 'date to marry' guy. Which was very evident from the fact that he bought you your favourite flowers on your first date which he had asked you about the day before.

The ring on your finger never shone brighter than now, when Jay had proposed a pre-wedding holiday to Paris, even though you had begged him not to spend more money on you.

"What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't?" He reasoned, blocking your attempts to put in your credit card to chip in for the trip, "Plus you've always wanted to see the Louvre so we're going, no buts."

"Not even my butt?"

Paris was beautiful. Paris was amazing. Paris was amazing. But most of all, Paris had The Louvre.

A place you had been wanting to visit since you saw it in a magazine when you were seven. You had always hada knack for art history, which, due to parental pressure, you hadn't taken as a major in college. Jay knew that. And that's why he took you to see the triangular polycarbon (or atleast he guessed it was polycarbon) structure, where treasures beheld your eyes.

"You know the interesting thing about this painting-" you stared at all the beautiful swirls of colours on the frame in front of you, "is that even though it is more harder to paint than the painting opposite of it-" you glances at the crowd of people behind you, "It is still largely ignored."

"So you'd much rather analyse The Wedding Feast at Cana rather than The Mona Lisa herself?" Jay rested his chin on your shoulder, reading the brief introduction of the painter carved at the pedestal.

"Mona Lisa is a masterpiece I will admit. But this!" You gestured dramatically towards the painting with your hands, "This is magnificent."

"Darling as much as I would love to stand here and watch you talk about this painting, didn't you want to get a look at Psyche by Antonio Canova? And isn't that in the next room with the sculptures?"

"Oh yeah." You responded. Seeing all the artworks of the Louvre would take approximately 20 days and you were only here for a week. So you obliged and took Jay's hand casually strolling off to the next room.

Though you hadn't mentioned it, your nostrils had had a sense of misdirection throughout the entire time Jay strolled close to you. You had brushed it off as a thing of the atmosphere, continuing with your tour.

Unbeknownst to you however, earlier that day, Jay had rubbed some of his 'special' cologne onto his wrists and neck. You were a generally freaky person, and he knew that. So your everlasting wish to fuck in the bathroom of a museum was about to be fulfilled today.

"Jay ah-ah fuck."

Jay's got you pinned against him, back to chest, feet balanced atop the muscle of his thighs. Spread wide open, bare and exposed, helpless in the way he traps your throat between bicep and forearm.

“This what you had in mind for the bathroom of The Louvre?” he asks, circles a wet finger over your clit, a ghosting touch that leaves your hips canting upward. Almost frantic, a silent pleading, but he traps you steadfast.

It started as a small kiss. A peck. A brush of the lips so gentle you barely felt it until he pressed his mouth to yours fully. There was no tongue, nor any breathlessness when he pulled away and looked at you again. But you could feel the shift in the air. The drop in your stomach and sudden stillness in the room while a white noise clouded your head. 

You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.

Your vision begins to speckle and fizz, and pleasure coils blinding hot in the pit of your stomach. At his mercy, desperate for anything he’ll give you—the helplessness breaks you apart, soaks you between the legs. The sound of his pumping fingers is filthy and slick, and your cunt sucks him in. Begs more than your mouth ever could.

You meet each thrust of his fingers with a tilt of your hips, exhale a stuttering moan when he begins to grind the bulge of his cock against the curve of your ass. When he pulls you hard against his chest and whispers a string of praise into your ear.

His name is the last coherent word you get out before it’s only feral moans of bliss. You’re so close it’s like a fire burning in your limbs, every muscle tensing as you try to withhold it a little longer to prolong this moment where all you cared about was him and the way he could send you into the stars. When the tip of his finger pinpoints and stiffens to flick teasingly before he latches once again, that’s all it takes to have the elastic snaps, sending a shockwave from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers, your muffled scream echoing off the mirrors. He’s satisfied with himself, smiling as he stands and lets your legs fall limply from his grasp, his hands catching your boneless body from slinking down onto the floor.

This man was beautiful, so godsdamned beautiful.

And he was all yours.

"Can you take more darling?" Jay questioned, clutching your hips to keep you steady, admiring your naked back in the mirror behind you, "I can do it all night if you want."

Without warning, he shoved his cock into your pussy, hearing your muffled whimper as he'd done so. "quiet, don't wanna wake up the sculptures do we?" His own voice was strained as he scolded you, beginning to set his own pace. Unforgiving and harsh, making you lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt him right at your womb again and again and fucking again. You felt any semblance of your very sanity begin to melt away as he fucked you, so roughly that it almost had you begging for him to go easy on you.

He was fucking you like a thing void of a soul, like a rag doll. Every single time you felt him back inside, he pushed you deeper and deeper onto the marble. Your hands had felt useless, not even able to support your own weight. You offered them to him, feeling his lone hand take both of yours, anchoring himself to you without his pace even faltering. It was a reminder to you both that he's fucking huge, so strong and capable of easily overpowering you. It had you nearly sobbing, your insides squeezing him snugly.

Jay holds your stomach down and goes deeper. You squeal as you cum on his dick. He keeps going until eventually he slows down and cums, the warm feeling enveloping your pussy like a cocoon.

Jay looks up at your almost passed out figure and lets you rest your head on his shoulder as he pulls out.

"You doing okay baby?" Jay asks uncertainly, noticing how hard you were breathing.

"Park Jongsoeng how is our wedding day sex gonna beat this?" You joke, leaning against the cold marble. Thank heavens that the museum wasn't too busy today.

"Oh don't worry about that." Jay growls in your ear, squeezing your waist,

"I'll make sure to fuck a baby into you on that day."

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[twistedworld101]

List of Unique Magic of the Original Characters

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle -- OFF WITH YOUR HEAD  (Lit. Behead Them)

ABILITY:

Summons a collar around the target’s neck and seals their magic.

INCANTATION: 

I’ll hand down my sentence. The verdict comes afterwards. Are you ready? Off With Your Head!

FIRST APPEARANCE: 

Unique Magic: Prologue 3

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Manga Episode of Heartslabyul: Volume 1 (p.50)

Ace

NOT REVEALED

Deuce -- BET THE LIMIT (Lit. Tit for Tat)

ABILITY: 

Builds up damage taken by attacks and returns it all at once twofold.

INCANTATION:

I’ll make you pay for that! Brace yourself! Bet the Limit!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 5-64

Cater -- SPLIT CARD (Lit. Scattered Hand of Cards)

ABILITY:

Creates clones of himself.

INCANTATION:

I am him, and he is another. Split Card!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-15 / P.E. Cater Vignette

Incantation: P.E. Cater Vignette

Trey -- DOODLE SUIT (Lit. Paint the Roses)

ABILITY:

Temporarily overwrites a specific component of the target item.

INCANTATION:

White to red, and red to white. Doodle Suit!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-14

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland The Novel Episode 1: The Red-Rose Tyrant (p.249)

SAVANACLAW

Leona -- KING’S ROAR (Lit. Roar of the King)

ABILITY:

Destroys anything into dust 

INCANTATION:

I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. King’s Roar!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-25 / Dorm Leona Vignette

Incantation: Dorm Leona Vignette

Jack -- UNLEASH BEAST (Lit. Shattering Howl on a Moonlit Night)

ABILITY:

Transforms into a wolf.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-26

Ruggie -- LAUGH WITH ME (Lit. Fool’s Parade)

ABILITY:

Controls others to mimic his movements.

INCANTATION:

Both kings and hyenas are my friends! Laugh With Me!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-2 (first seen), 2-23 (name spoken)

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Episode of Savanaclaw Volume 2

OCTAVINELLE

Azul -- IT’S A DEAL (Lit. Golden Contract)

ABILITY:

Takes any power from the target once they sign a contract.

INCANTATION:

The song ends, the sun sets. Extend mercy upon these poor souls. Now, the deal is struck! It’s a Deal!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Jade -- SHOCK THE HEART (Lit. Gnawing Teeth)

ABILITY:

Compels the target to speak the truth. Can only be used once per person.

INCANTATION:

No need to fear, I only wish to help you. Shock the Heart.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Episode 4

Floyd -- BIND THE HEART (Lit. Coiling Tail)

ABILITY:

Blocks and diverts an opponent’s magic.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

SCARABIA

Kalim -- OASIS MAKER (Lit. Everlasting Grace)

ABILITY:

Springs forth large quantities of water.

INCANTATION:

A haven within the hot sands, a never-ending feast. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

Jamil -- SNAKE WHISPER (Lit. Snake Charmer)

ABILITY:

Hypnotizes a target. They must look into his eyes for it to take effect.

INCANTATION:

The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

POMEFIORE

Vil -- FAIREST ONE OF ALL (Lit. Poison From a Beautiful Flower)

ABILITY:

Places a curse with a touch by specifying the conditions.

INCANTATION:

Nothing to lose, nothing to fear. The shining crown is meant for me. Fairest One Of All.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 5

Incantation: Episode 6

Epel -- SLEEP KISS (Lit. Crimson Fruit)

ABILITY:

Places target in glass coffin and puts them to sleep.

INCANTATION:

Close your eyes, still your breath. Sleep Kiss.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

Rook -- I SEE YOU (Lit. Arrow that Flies to the Furthest Reaches)

ABILITY:

Once cast on a target, he can pinpoint its exact location.

INCANTATION:

Come, let’s see you try to outrun me. I See You.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

IGNIHYDE

Idia -- GATE TO UNDERWORLD (Lit. Opened Gateway to the Underworld)

ABILITY:

Opens and closes the door to the “Underworld” in STYX HQ.

INCANTATION:

Game, Set, Match. Gate to Underworld.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

DIASOMNIA

Malleus -- FAE OF MALEFICENCE (Lit. Blessing)

ABILITY:

Casts a web of thorns and places everyone within to sleep.

INCANTATION:

Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As King of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Silver -- MEET IN A DREAM (Lit. Let’s Share the Same Dream)

ABILITY:

Allows the caster to jump into other people’s dreams. Only can be used while asleep. Cannot choose the dream that is jumped to. The dreamer is indicated by a white bird-like wisp.

INCANTATION:

To the one I’ve met before, to the one I’ve yet to meet. Meet in a Dream.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Sebek -- LIVING BOLT (Lit. Flash of Lightning)

ABILITY:

His body becomes lightning, which allows him to move and strike like one.

INCANTATION:

Strike through the stormy heavens, O lightning! 

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Lilia -- FAR CRY CRADLE (Lit. To the Furthest Cradle)

ABILITY:

Allows the caster to play back the memory of an “object” for a short time.

INCANTATION:

All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

OTHERS

Rollo Flamme -- DARK FIRE (Lit. Burning Desire)

ABILITY:

His body is wrapped in flames that he can manipulate at will. The more his foes are afraid, confused, or frustrated, the stronger his flames.

INCANTATION:

O crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Fellow Honest -- LIFE IS FUN (Lit. Rose-Tinted Dream)

ABILITY:

Those afflicted feel more easy-going and optimistic and are more inclined to do things they wouldn’t normally do.

INCANTATION:

Come on to the theater! Life is Fun!

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Stage in Playful Land (Event) Episode 5-6

[tylermileslockett]

HESTIA  illustrated by me

“Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting abode and highest honor: glorious is your portion and your right. For without you mortals hold no banquet, —where one does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first and last.”  (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)

HESTIA (heh-stee-uh) was the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, where the families ate and congregated. She oversaw cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts. In my image she sits aside a giant hearth fire. In her right arm she holds a chaste-tree, (signifying chastity and virginity) while in her left hand she holds the sacred hearth flame. Under her golden wreath sits a veil upon the top of her head. to the left we can see the cooking pot and roasting meat, as well as mortals below offering and sacrificing food and wine in her honor. 

Although she doesn’t appear in so many myths as her siblings, one story in particular is worth recounting which reveals her character. When Dionysus came to take his place amongst the gods of Olympus, Hestia, wanting to avoid drama, generously gave her seat to him, and took her place in the center of the throne room to tend to the divine hearth fire.  

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[star-har]

Blood Bound

| satoru gojo | vampire au | mild nsfw |

when you enter gojo’s room, there’s agony filling his eyes.

he’s chained to the bed, thrashing against his shackles. gojo’s eyes are livid, the sharp blue flashing molten silver as you walk into the room.

his fangs grow longer, offering a wicked smile that looks more hungry than kind.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, a tongue gliding over the sharp points of his canines, shaking his head as if you’ve made a great mistake.

“you shouldn’t have gone into that castle,” you reply with a deep sigh. “the mission was clear— you were to avoid the vampires’ den at all costs.”

he scoffs, a scowl replacing his earlier amusement. “we didn't travel all this way to cower at the sight of measly blood-suckers.”

“measly?” you laugh softly, walking to his hunched frame. he watches with predatory eyes as you inch closer, teeth glimmering a bright white. “you've been bitten.”

he smiles then, vicious and gleaming. “yet we got what we wanted, did we not?”

and luckily enough, gojo is not going to turn into one of them. there are two types of bites a vampire can inflict, one with venom and one without. it was hours of careful examination after that you had confirmed it was the latter.

until dawn, gojo would remain part vampire. and it’s only natural for him to feel as hungry as he is— the need to feed his thirst will be overbearing and painful for the next few hours.

this is why tying him up is the best course of action. who knows what his thirst will force him to do. if he feasts on anyone in the kingdom, the guards will be notified and it will only lead to further trouble.

you, hesitantly, bring a hand to his pale hair, running it through with your fingers. he sucks in a sharp breath, as if the contact is painful in itself.

“i thought you had turned,” you murmur, dragging your gaze from his eyes to the bite marks on his neck. your stomach dips with something at the tone of your voice; softer, warmer than you’d intended

you still remember it— gojo’s reckless smirk as he’d left you in the graveyard surrounding the castle, running after one of the creatures that had stolen what you’d come for.

when you found him, he was stumbling through halls, blood seeping into his shirt as he slurred on his words and fell into your arms as soon as you’d reached for him. the object you’d been searching for clenched tight in his fist.

“careful there, doll.” he smiles. “it sounds like you might tolerate me.”

perhaps, before tonight, you’d have bounced away from him and scolded his ignorant words before running from the room.

but the pure horror that struck you tonight is still there, everlasting. and no matter how hard you try to pull away, you only inch closer.

you slide your hand away from his hair, down to jaw to the cold slice of his lips. his jaw hardens under your palm, as if he’s refraining from dipping his fangs into your thumb to ease some of his pain away.

“don’t do anything like that again,” you clench the fist by your thigh. “ever.”

his chest rumbles with a laugh. “if i hadn’t gone in there, you would have.”

your stomach whirls with the silent meaning behind his words.

rather me than you.

it’s the closest gojo’s gone to expressing an emotion other than annoyance and anger and arrogance.

he attempts to jerk away from your touch and when you flicker out your daze, you find his eyes clouded and darkening. his brows are furrowed and his muscles are taut with the effort to stay away.

it’s like torment. you’ve heard before how difficult it is to refrain from feeding under any kind of bite. and you can only imagine the lengths gojo is going to to refrain from biting you then.

“it’s alright,” you find yourself muttering, meeting his ravenous eyes. he looks pained and pushes away from your hand but you find his mouth again.

his breathing unevens and he meets your gaze with a glare. “you should leave.” he speaks as if talking is a difficult task, as if with every part of his lips, he wants to pierce your skin.

you push past his lips and hover your finger closer to his fangs. “it’s okay.”

his eyes flash. his teeth unclench, fangs sharpening impossibly and his tongue grazes your thumb, silently asking you to change your mind because he needs this and he can’t pull away himself.

your response is to push your thumb further into his mouth, brushing against the inside of his cheek.

his teeth dig in and you gasp at the feeling of sharp points biting into your flesh, tearing your skin apart and licking away at the blood that seeps.

the pain is gone in an instant. it’s replaced with a sick desire to feel him everywhere as the pleasant feeling buzzes up your arm and echoes in your chest and falls to your stomach to mingle.

he closes his eyes at the first drop of blood, grunting and only sucking harder.

and then, he’s moving.

his wrists rip free of their restraints with a sharp tug easily, grabbing your waist as he throws you onto the bed. your thumb remains in his mouth as he hovers above you, sitting with his knees on either side of your hips.

he grabs your hand with eager fingers and clutches your wrist like a lifeline. he groans with a long swipe of his tongue, shoulders falling and jaw slackening in their movements now that he’s quenched some of his thirst.

he rips away, blood lingering on his lips as he dives down to your throat. he grazes his lips against the expanse of skin, dragging an open mouth up to the crevice of your shoulder.

he waits there and you can see his hands fisting the comforter, knuckles white, beside your head, as if he’s urging himself to resist and pull away.

“it’s okay.” you push his head so that his mouth falls onto your skin. your other hand reaches out to brush his clenched hand, and with a hesitating moment, he moves to intertwine your fingers “it’s okay.”

that’s all he needs. he offers a slow, languid lick, savoring the taste with a sigh. then he’s diving in, his long, sharp fangs sinking into your skin.

he moves almost desperately, white-hot pain causing your back to arch off the bed. a gasp lodges in your throat as you dig your fingers into his scalp, urging his canines deeper.

you’d thought it would be draining. thought you would feel the life leaving your veins as he sucked your supple skin to be met with sweet blood— but it’s really quite the opposite. it feels like breathing. it feels as if with every drop of blood, there’s life being pushed through your body and bubbling in your chest.

every inch of your skin feels warm despite the cold press of gojo’s body, spreading like blooming flowers.

when he rips away, it feels as if you’re pummelling down an endless void as everything yanks away from you at once; the bed beneath you, the inconsistent whisper of wind that flies through an open window, the sweet press of gojo all over you.

and then, he moves down to your chest, right above the mound of your breasts and dips his teeth in once again.

you surge back to reality as soon as the bite of his teeth dissipates to an unreal ecstasy.

he laps up every drop with urgency, hands ravaging your hair, pleasure running through your body like a river, pooling between your thighs. you push him into your chest, moaning with every drop he consumes.

it feels heavenly. with every sharp inhale, gojo’s sucking up another drop. with every swallow, his hand is fisting your hair tighter, jutting your upper body from the bed to bury himself deeper inside you.

“yes,” you cry, pain spiking across your scalp and you push your hips up into his.

he pauses over you, a deep groan rumbling from his mouth at the contact of your hips. he’s pulling away just as quickly as he’d bit you, jaw tight and eyes wide. there’s blood coating his lips, running messily down his jaw to fall over his throat.

the lack of feeling hits you with a harsh shove. your body grows numb, skin cooling unbearably. the world around you almost fades, dulls. every cell in your body aches for you to close your eyes as the room spins, and gojo must realise something’s wrong because he’s reaching for you.

you don’t realize you’re crying until you hear the tremble in your voice and the soft brush of satoru’s fingers over your cheek to swipe them away, “more, please.”

you push yourself up but the effort is useless because you are collapsing back, your vision fading around the edges. gojo panics, you can see it in the way he runs a hand down his jaw and slides an arm beneath your neck.

“i already took too much,” he says, but his voice echoes faintly, as if it’s carrying through a long, expansive corridor.

it’s okay.

you try to whisper the words into his broad chest as he whisks you off his sheets, holding you in his arms. it comes out as a hum and he offers a grunt of his own.

he’s moving, and then your back collides with the soft silk covers of gojo’s bed. you sigh almost immediately and you hear the rustling of his comforter slide over your body.

you think he says something, and for some reason, you wish you’d been awake enough to hear it. you are, however, conscious enough to feel the languid brush of his fingers over the bite marks he’d created.

his palm comes to rest on your chest where he feels the steady thrum of your heart under his skin. “get some sleep.”

the soft thuds of his footsteps sound, only echoing quieter with each step he takes and you want to turn and ask him to stay. you want to feel the cold, yet warm, press of his chest to your back as he cradles you away from this nightmarish world.

but you let him walk away, regardless.

your heart breaks slightly as you hear the door tug shut behind him. the intimate moment only seconds before shatters with his absence and it sobers you quickly.

you’d let him drink your blood to help some of his craving, and his only gratitude is to leave you shivering under the pale light of the moon.

———

i was going to turn this into smut but i got lazy LMFAOAOA i promise im writing some as we speak but i just finished reading the once upon a broken heart trilogy by stephanie garber and i need me a blonde-blue-eyed jerk sooo

thank you sm for reading!! Ik it’s short so I’m sorry but (like i said) some smut is on its way!! excuse any grammar errors ik there’s probably a handful but I can’t find it in myself to edit rn :(

kisses, always,

har

[andy-15-07]

Easter Joy

masterlist ! pairing Drew Starkey x reader

SUMMARY: Rafe and his wife, Y/n with their daughter celebrate Easter.

Outer Banks Masterlist

The warm spring sun bathed the Cameron household in a golden glow as Rafe and Y/n prepared for their Easter celebration. Their daughter, Lily, bounced around the living room, her excitement palpable as she eagerly awaited the festivities to come.

"Mommy, Daddy, when are we gonna hunt for Easter eggs?" Lily asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she tugged on Y/n's hand.

"Soon, sweetie," Y/n replied with a smile, ruffling Lily's hair affectionately. "We just need to finish getting everything ready first."

Rafe chuckled as he watched the exchange, his heart swelling with love for his wife and daughter. "Looks like someone's eager to get her hands on some chocolate," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement.

Lily grinned mischievously, her eyes lighting up at the mention of sweets. "You know it, Daddy," she said, flashing him a toothy grin.

As they finished their preparations, Rafe and Y/n ushered Lily outside to begin the Easter egg hunt. The backyard was adorned with colorful decorations, the air filled with the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.

"Alright, Lily, are you ready to find some eggs?" Y/n asked, kneeling down to her daughter's level as they surveyed the garden.

Lily nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement as she scanned the yard for hidden treasures. "I'm ready, Mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

With a laugh, Rafe and Y/n watched as Lily darted off into the garden, her laughter echoing in the crisp spring air. They followed close behind, their hearts filled with joy as they watched their daughter's excitement.

As Lily searched high and low for Easter eggs, Rafe and Y/n took a moment to soak in the beauty of the day. The sun cast long shadows across the garden, the sound of birdsong filling the air as they basked in the warmth of each other's company.

"This is perfect," Y/n said, her voice soft with emotion as she leaned into Rafe's side. "I couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate Easter."

Rafe nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with love for his wife and daughter. "I couldn't agree more," he replied, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

As they watched Lily race around the garden, her laughter ringing out like music, Rafe and Y/n felt a sense of gratitude wash over them. In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, they knew that they were truly blessed.

As the afternoon wore on, Rafe and Y/n gathered with Lily to enjoy a festive Easter brunch. The table was adorned with an array of delicious treats, from fluffy pancakes to savory quiches and, of course, plenty of chocolate eggs.

As they feasted on the delicious spread, Rafe and Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the joy and laughter that filled the room. They shared stories and laughter, their hearts full of gratitude for the love and happiness that surrounded them.

After brunch, Rafe and Y/n led Lily in an Easter egg decorating activity, their hands covered in colorful paint as they laughed and joked with each other. Lily's face lit up with excitement as she carefully decorated each egg, her creativity on full display as she proudly showed off her handiwork.

As the day drew to a close, Rafe and Y/n gathered with Lily to reflect on the true meaning of Easter. They shared stories of faith and hope, their hearts filled with gratitude for the blessings they had received.

As they basked in the warmth of each other's company, Rafe and Y/n knew that they were surrounded by love and joy. And as they watched the sun set on another beautiful Easter day, they felt a sense of peace wash over them, knowing that their bond was unbreakable and their love was everlasting.

[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[cursecuelebre]

All About Lady Hekate

Her Attributes

Witchcraft

Magic

Crossroads

Death and Life

Liminal spaces

Protection of The Home

Necromancy

Spirits

Childbirth and Midwifery

The sea

The stars/Moon

Symbols:

Torches

Snakes, Dragons, Serpents

Dogs especially black

Corvus birds

Fish

Wands

Daggers

Keys

Cats

Moon

Crossroads (three way road)

The number 3, 6, and 9

Hekate’s Wheel or the Stropholos

Skulls or bones

Ferrets

Pomegranates

Any black animals

The color black

Offerings

Libations of wine

Fish

Cakes, breads, any kind of pastries

Herbs like Mugwort, Rue, Belladonna (poisonous), Garlic, Rosemary, Chives, Black Nightshade (Poisonous), Lavender.

Fruits: Pomegranates, Apples, Lemons

Anything related to dogs

Spiritual or magical tools or items

Creating spells and offerings i.e I created a spirit board for Hekate

Spirit communication

Taking care of Children and supporting mothers and soon to be mothers

Epithets (Greek and a Roman title)

Trivia - A Roman title given to Hekate and Diana relating to the crossroads. It’s also said Trivia could’ve been a Roman Goddess on her own.

Brimo - Angry, Terrible one. It’s a title for a god who is showing their scary aspect Hekate, Demeter, Presphone is known for this also male deities like Dionysus. Hekate in this aspect is usually depicted with three heads of animals like dogs, owls, and a serpent but she can take any form that can be terrifying. Usually invoke during rituals and magic spells. Also very good in curse workings, this aspect infamously shows up in the myth of Jason when she is evoke by Medea who is a witch.

Perseis- Destroyer, child of Perses. Hekate’s Father is a Titian Perses who embodies destruction.

Aidônaia - Of the Underworld - Hekate is considered to be a Psychopomp like Hermes she guides souls to the underworld

Kthonia - Of The Earth - many earth deities have this title it can still relate to the underworld but also the physical world like Demeter a earth goddess.

Phosphorus - Light Bringer - Hekate’s main symbols are torches being a guiding light to those who are lost, also to help guide lost souls. Common depiction is how she guided Persephone out of the underworld and guided her so she won’t be lost.

Kourotrophos - Nurse of the young - She is considered to protector of children like how Hera and Artemis is.

Genetyllis - Protector of Births - Hekate is also a midwife goddess and fertility, evoke during births. One myth says she taught Artemis the ways of Midwifery when Leto was giving to Apollo.

Aeneos - Eternal, everlasting.

Trimorphis - Three formed

Trioditis - The three ways or crossroads

Einodia - The one on the Road - Relating to her and the crossroads.

Nyktipolos - Night wandering

Atalos - Tender, Delicate

Skylakagetis - Leader of Dogs

Anassa Eneroi - Queen of those below

Festivals:

Noumenia- Beginning of the new month which is the New Moon. Hekate along with Artemis and Selene are worshipped during this day.

Feast of Hekate is on August 13th where people would bring offerings like honey cakes on the crossroads. The reason being to make sure she won’t summon storms to kill their crops.

In Rome she was honored monthly on the 29th day of the moon.

Tarot Associations

The Moon

The High Priestess

Hierophant

The Hermit

The Two of Swords

General Information

Hekate’s name means “Far-darting” or “who works from afar”. Hekate is the daughter of Perses Titian of Destruction and Asteria Titan of the Stars. It is also said she is also the daughter of Helios and the Oceanid Perse. She is also linked with Circe as her Mother or sister or regular servant to Hekate. As Helios is the father of Circe and Medea who also evokes Hekate a lot in her spells. Helios and Hekate have common myths together.

Hekate is associated with the Full moon and New Moon, stars, and other Cosmic events. She is associated with the sea but most commonly she is associated with earth and the underworld as being a guide to souls to the after life and those coming out. It’s said lost souls follow her along with her nymphs carrying torches. She has black dogs always beside her, it is said you can hear Hekate approching by the howls of dogs.

Hekate is also the protector of the home, keeping a statue of her at the front door will help keep danger away. Protector of liminal spaces and doorways. She can protect a person from curses but she can also help you cast them but she won’t do it unless there’s a good reason. Hekate is goddess of spirits, she can help guide them as I said earlier but also get rid of evil spirits from the home.

At the crossroads is where most likely you’ll find her especially if you need her help. The crossroads are important when it comes to transitions and change and it’s by your choice and of her guidance. But you can also do magic at the crossroads by summoning a spirit or getting rid of one, you can do a simple ritual of banishing a spirit with the item being buried and then you walk away it’s been advised by experienced witches even historians to not turn around after doing the spell. Necromancy is in the context is this, no you’re not summoning the dead back to life or evil spirits, necromancy is simply spirit communication and workings. Of course you’ll be careful with each spirit first encounter with.

Hekate has been a powerful goddess throughout centuries, her origins in Ancient Turkey who was seen as a mother goddess before she was adopted into the Greek Panetheon. She is quite remarkable in Roman religion and even modern day times she is separated from these ancient practices and still a goddess that people go to for all things in life. She is open to all for those who wish to make her involve in your life. Hekate will not be the same for everyone of course, but similarities are true she is very much like a Mother and very protective of her children.

[carldoonan]

Which food to have for ev’ry meal? To chomp with everlasting zeal? Bread sat out proofing far too long; While pasta snapped, then boiled wrong. The grain at this eternal feast? Team Rice served up a grand defeat! 🍞🍚🍝

[drunk-on-dk]

Days and Nights were like... | Seventeen Headcanon (m)

Days and Nights with the members were... - ot13 headcanon

w/c: ~2.2k

warnings: suggestive content, some smut (? idk nothing too explicit, but MDNI), fluffy fluffy, food and alcohol mentions, minors do not interact!!! (18+)

a/n: this was an activity I did to get my mind warmed up to keep working on some WIP, i hope you enjoy these!

Choi Seungcheol

Days with Seungcheol were… chaste kisses before you both leave for work. Sometimes they were random calls during your work break where any random bystander would think he was angry, but only you could practically hear the pout on his lips just from the slight whine in his tone, “when do you get off of work today? you didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning.” He’d proceed to get his revenge by sending you pictures of him after his Jiu-Jitsu class.

Nights with Seungcheol were…  nights out on the town, delicious food, one too many bottles of soju, and hasty kisses against the wall in the alleyway of the bar you two ended up at. Seungcheol would call you two a cab back home, shushing you and reminding you to behave (even though he doesn’t mind the PDA – it was the tinge of possessiveness in him). His hand would be tightly wrapped around your thigh the entire ride as a firm reminder of the night to come.

Yoon Jeonghan

Days with Jeonghan were… ruffles of your hair as he agrees to help you try a new recipe in the kitchen. Ultimately, you’re stifling any giggles of yours as Jeonghan almost loses his everlasting patience for the nth time over a new kitchen appliance. You’ll find all sorts of items in the oddest of places after your meal is done, even the measuring spoon that Jeonghan oh-so-cleverly hid in your hoodies appears days later in the wash. Admittedly, even after all the tomfoolery, Jeonghan swears every new recipe is the best damn meal of his life, and you believe him every time.

Nights with Jeonghan were… carefree and adventurous, yet safe and warm; anything goes when it’s just you two against the world. Whether it is a night out with each other’s friends, or if it's hours rolling between the sheets, you two will never get enough of each other (not when you’re each other’s favorite person). He’d play nice for you all day, but when he had you right where he wanted you in bed, he’d ravage you until he knew his angel was taken care of.

Hong Joshua

Days with Joshua were… comfortable conversations between tasks, forehead kisses, and earnest touches. Nothing you did ever went unnoticed, even if it was from afar. Not a day would pass that Joshua didn’t make sure that you knew your worth. Loving notes were left on the mirror, sweet nothings were whispered in passing, and deep conversations were held over cups of coffee. It’s almost as if he was fueled by making you blush.

Nights with Joshua were… candlelit dinners at your favorite restaurant shared smiles that make your cheekbones hurt, and whipped cream kisses. However, the feast didn’t end after dessert but continued all the way to the bed. He was always a starved man when it came to you, but you were insatiable as well. Maybe you’d two even try a new kink that was mentioned over dinner every so often.

Wen Junhui

Days with Junhui were… comfortable, quiet walks around town just to end up at a cat café. He’d talk your ear off the whole way home about how cute that one kitty was and how you two should go back tomorrow. He’d become shy once he’d realized he hadn’t let you get a word in once, but you always reassure him that you love listening to him, no matter the topic.

Nights with Junhui were… loving arms encapsulating your frame as you both scrolled through your social media. You’d find yourself counting his moles just like how you’d count the stars in the night sky. He’d give you a curious look up until you’d smash your lips into his, which of course he’d melt into without hesitation. He likes when you take control, he loves that you take the time every night to let him know just how important he is to you.

Kwon Soonyoung

Days with Soonyoung were… toothy smiles and shared sweatshirts. Soonyoung couldn’t hide his chuckle or smile when you’d stumble out of your room in his clothing. If he could, he’d bottle you up and take you everywhere with him. However, it was Soonyoung who followed you everywhere, to the grocery store, to the mall, on your walks to the park when you’d already put your headphones on. It’s not like you’d ever complain though, you don’t know what you’d do without him.

Nights with Soonyoung were… coming up with ridiculous dance moves in the middle of a bar. Everyone was convinced you two were the perfect match. Beyond the bubbly nature of your relationship, nights with Soonyoung were carnal, driven by pure desire and hunger. All you had to do was nibble on his ear, whisper something dirty, and he was on his knees at the edge of the bed for you. God, you were perfect for him, there was no one else like you.

Jeon Wonwoo

Days with Wonwoo were… cozy like rainy days, the smell of petrichor making you feel at ease as you and Wonwoo start yet another movie. You both liked the excuse to stay in with each other all day with no obligations, just enjoying one another’s company and listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the window. You’d sink deeper into his hold when he’d laugh at a funny part of whatever movie was on, loving the way his deep laugh vibrated from his firm chest and made your entire body tingle with warmth.

Nights with Wonwoo were… letting him teach you his favorite game and pouting when you’d continue to lose to him, even though he is an experienced player. Shockingly enough, you’d soon become better at it than he is after a few hours spent playing together. Ultimately, this would earn you a special award later in between the sheets for all your achievements. He’d still make you work for it though as a reminder of your bratty attitude earlier on, but he’d make it worth your while as per usual.

Lee Jihoon

Days with Jihoon were… packed lunches and visits to him. He was the hardest worker you’d ever met, someone had to take care of him, and you made sure that person was you. He’d never know how to voice his appreciation, but you knew he’d cared without needing him to say anything. You understood just how much he cared when you peeked in the top drawer of his desk; all your little sticky notes from the packed lunches that you brought him were all saved, piled, and kept neatly in an accessible spot. You’d continue to write the notes even though he’d look flustered every time he’d open his lunch.

Nights with Jihoon were… staying tucked away in your hotel room together, sharing fleeting kisses during commercials, and venturing out to the local convenience store to pick up various snacks. You made Jihoon crack in ways that no one else ever could. He’d like to consider he had good restraint, but that didn’t apply when it came to you. You’d be pinned down tightly against whatever surface he could have you on, basking in the way you’d become so pliable for him so quickly.

Lee Seokmin

Days with Seokmin were… soaking in the sunshine of his everlasting warmth, feeling sun-kissed from all the shared chuckles and jokes. You’re not even sure what you two are laughing about at this point, all you know is that the world seems to slow down every time you look him in the eyes, pure joy radiating through your body and calming you for a second before you break into another fit of laughter.

Nights with Seokmin were… scattered clothing across the floor, up the stairs, and down the hallway leading to your bedroom. Your lips would only break apart to come up for air occasionally. The taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair. It was all enough to overwhelm his senses. If it were up to Seokmin, he’d breathe you in all day and all night. He’d consume you if he could.

Kim Mingyu

Days with Mingyu were… random acts of kindness, the type that makes your cheeks burn when he’d drop off your favorite mid-day pick-me-up coffee at work, or when you’d come home to a bouquet of roses and a handwritten note. You didn’t need all these items when you already had the most thoughtful partner in the world, his smile when you’d walk through the door was enough of a gift for you.

Nights with Mingyu were… shy, soft touches that slowly became desperate and rough. He was easy to rile up, and you enjoyed doing so by teasing him every so often whilst you two were out and about. You’d pass by him, ensuring that you’d graze him just enough to drive him crazy, earning you a warning squeeze to your hip. You’d have him begging for you by the end of the night like the good boy he is.

Xu Minghao

Days with Minghao were… shared book recommendations, he’d bring you the most recent novel he completed and thought you might enjoy it as well. The scent of your sweet perfume would mix with the aroma of the inked paper, and there was nothing more comforting than that. Reading sessions would become tickle-fights. He liked the way you’d pout, a wide smile on his face as you squirmed in his grasp. He’d feel content once he’d released you, absolutely endeared how you’d immediately bury yourself back in the chapter you left off at.  

Nights with Minghao were… random “fashion shows” that had him clutching his stomach from laughing too hard, absolutely endeared by how you’d exit his closet in haphazardly pulled-together outfits. Nights with him were also experimental because no one else knew you better than he did. Minghao knew exactly how to push you to the brink, knew exactly how to make you shiver in anticipation, and knew your body better than anyone else ever could. He could stay in with you every night if you let him.

Boo Seungkwan

Days with Seungkwan were… noticing how well your head nuzzled into the crook of Seungkwan’s neck. You two fit together like two puzzle pieces, comfortably sipping on your coffees as you two took some time to rest together between errands and daily tasks. You’d listen to Seungkwan rant about something that had gone wrong in the day. Thank goodness he couldn’t see the small smile that graced your features as he’d ramble on, sipping on the sweet taste of your drink and burrowing even deeper into his neck.

Nights with Seungkwan were… long winds of karaoke that would eventually exhaust you both. Seungkwan would watch you with an endearing smile as you plop down on the couch. The kisses were always long and deep on tired nights like this. Lovemaking was slow paced like the ballads you two had previously belted. Or the rhythm was quick and sharp, using up the last ounce of energy until you were milking him dry.

Hansol Vernon Chwe

Days with Vernon were… soft bobs of the head as you two worked on your own tasks. Vernon had curated the playlist, especially for moments like this. When you had asked him about it, he’d stuttered out a response that it was something he just threw together for fun. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t listen to his playlist. Most of the songs would end up in your top played by the end of the year, forever being gentle reminders of your relationship with Vernon.

Nights with Vernon were… as if the stars and moon perfectly aligned no matter the season, the way Vernon’s eyes twinkle in the moonlight is enough for you to believe in fate. Vernon believes in it too, jaw slack every time you strip down for him, rather he is unbelieving you are his for the taking. He does everything he can to ensure you receive the love you deserve, the way your body so perfectly molds against him is a reminder that fate does really exist.

Lee Chan

Days with Chan were… constant exchanges of texts. He’d send you a pun, followed by a random picture of one of the guys, followed by a sweet “I miss you” message. You were quick to reciprocate, as something about his demeaner hit a soft spot in you. You yearned to see his bright smile after each text, knowing that the pun you shot right back would make him laugh in an instant. Imagining his soft chuckle and smile was enough to get you through the day until you could come back home to him.

Nights with Chan were… not nearly as soft as your text exchanges. It was domineering and passionate, but Chan liked when you gave him a taste of his own medicine. The bedroom was competitive for you two in a way, however, there was one shared goal of pleasing each other. You both would always go to bed satisfied, the lusty rivalry tiring you both out until you found peace in each other’s arms.

[mellowwillowy]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈

Yan! Crown Prince x (GN?) Childhood Friend! Reader

Warnings: General Yandere Warnings. Reader is hinted to be intersex.

𝘕𝘰𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 '𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵'. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚."

-- Part I, II, III

"All hail to the Emperor!!"

"All hail to the Emperor!!"

Among the herd of people was the man who shone under the spotlight, Erickson Blankenheim, the 13th Emperor of the nation. The man smiled toward his people, his right hand raised in response to people's cheer.

You did not stand among the others, instead, you were standing next to the former Empress as her lady-in-waiting. Your eyes were shooted back and forth between Noel and Erickson. Noel was standing stalwartly next to Erickson, his figure posed what a knight would be.

The parade went on until the banquet time arrived. All nobles gathered and feasted together

"Your Majesty! Congratulations on your coronation! What lies ahead of this nation is nothing but everlasting peace and prosperity!"

"Your Majesty! I suppose it is also time you consider courting a woman to be the next Empress!"

"Your Majesty! It truly is a rare sight to see a crown prince unwed before he took the throne and is still unwed after taking one!"

"Your Majesty! My daughter is one of a kind! She's exceptionally beautiful and talented, one that would suit standing next to you!"

Every line of their words started with his new honorifics. Erickson paid no mind to most of them, only focused on eating the dessert on his plate. There was no throne next to him as he was still unwed.

You, on the other hand, had to excuse yourself from the former Empress to see your betrothed, Noel. It was at this time that you wished you could just run with pants or at least, your usual horse riding attire rather than having to lift this heavy dress. What your senses did not notice was that Erickson's eyes did not leave your running figure toward his wounded brother.

"Noel, are you alright?"

"Yes... I feel better..."

"You stood for hours! Are you sure you are alright?"

"Ye-"

"Yo, Noel, sure yer' fine with your wobbly legs?"

Erickson appeared behind you, his hand lazily snaked into your waist with a glass of champagne in his other hand. You opened your fan and covered half of your face, turning back to look at the new Emperor.

"I suppose I shouldn't curtsy?"

"No need for all those formalities, little pie."

"Erickson, stop herding all attention here." Noel groaned before he stood to pull a chair for you.

"So, don't you think this whole banquet is amazing?" Erickson pulled one for you earlier than Noel did. You who did not realize Noel's attempt sat down between the two of them.

"Have you seen Lady Rimwell? If not, allow me to arrange for you two to meet-" You were silenced by a fork of strawberry pointed at you.

"No. I would prefer spending my coronation day with my families, right, Noel?"

Families. You nodded and opened your lips to eat the strawberry. Noel could only play with the strawberry on top of his cake, would you still eat his after you were offered by Erickson's? He could only guess and ate his share, drowned by the voice of people chattering.

--

The former Empress had always been a figure you adore since you were little. The woman was kind enough to bring you into the family when you were still an orphan, your origin was nothing but a bastard.

"From today on, please treat my sons as though they are your own brothers okay?"

2 boys standing next to the Empress looked into you. Erickson rushed to you and circled you all over, a rather odd question slipped out of his lip, "Mother! Are they a girl or a boy?"

--

You woke up on your bed, what happened? Looking to the side, you saw a familiar shade tuft of hair. It looked like you were drunk and spent the night with Noel.

"Wake up, dear."

"Mnh..."

And what surprised you was that his hair was... long. Your heart sank to the pit of oblivion, and you immediately pulled the cover to shield your body from him. Hit by the cold, Erickson pulled his legs to his chest before playfully reprimanding you, "Aaargh, don't hog all the blanket for yourself, I'm cold too!"

"Erick! What are you doing here? Where is Noel?!"

Erickson sat up, his hand scratching the back of his head while he yawned, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Dunno, you should go ask Mom."

"Then what are YOU doing in here? What happened?" You looked down at yourself, you were wearing a flimsy nightgown, befitting of a lady.

"Hmm..."

"Erickson!"

It wasn't usual for you to call him by that and it seemed to annoy him a bit. "Even if something happened, I know you could never get pregnant."

Your face turned pale, did he really do it? Did he know about your body's circumstances? You looked around your skin and found no marks left, your lower region wasn't sore.

"We didn't do anything, little pie"

Even if you two didn't do it, how did he know about your circumstances?

"What? Go call the maids and prepare us the bathtub."

"Us? Are you nuts? I'm going to look for Noel first."

Erickson stopped you by your wrist, his eyes bore into yours, "I suppose you wouldn't want to do that, he is still talking with Mom."

And that was why he asked you to look for the former Empress? What were they talking about to the point you shouldn't go? You yanked your hand away from his grip, "Erickson, you are this nation's Emperor. Behave like one should be." You left the room and did not look back to the dark expression Erickson had on his face.

"Looks like he should lose his footing."

--

"WHERE IS NOEL?! WHERE IS HE?!"

You yelled at the guards stationed in front of the palace's gate. The guards did not respond to you at all despite all the curses you had thrown at them. You need to leave this palace to find him, you thought to yourself.

You ran toward the servant who usually helped you in your disguise, asking her to help you dress up. The servant nodded in response and proceeded with what she had to do. Swiftly, you left the palace from the back gate and strode toward the city.

You couldn't find him, not even in the very corner of the city. Where could he have gone to? There's no way he was dispatched because of his conditions. Why were things going in such a way after Erickson's coronation?

You slumped down to the nearest tree you could find, you were tired. You were tired from the day Noel returned with his leg wounded. You were tired from the day you had to assassinate the imperial Uncle. You were tired from the day you had to open the path for Erickson. You were tired of... this headache...

--

"I... I like you... Would you please go out with me?"

His face was red, he was stuttering with his words as the bouquet of flowers was given to you. The person you've spent most of your childhood with confessed to you, Noel confessed to you. Behind him were some nobles around your age smiling in anticipation, whispering chances of what could happen. Among them all was Erickson, standing still with this unreadable expression on his face. His lip moved as though he was trying to say something.

'Don't'

"Yes... yes, Noel! Yes!"

Everybody cheered in union but it seemed like Erickson did not, his face remained unreadable.

--

"--! Sir! Are you okay sir?"

"Ah? What? Huh?"

You woke up in a different place. You were no longer by the tree you leaned on previously. You were in front of a clinic.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes of course- ah!"

You went to hold your head, the headache growing unbearable. You tried to stand only to fall back on your butt. Your vision was fuzzy, your body shaking.

"Please, come in Mister Marquez! We will have you treated first!"

"Right... thank you..."

However, the better question remained, Who brought you here?

--

"Noel asked to be sent away. He would be ordained by his own wish."

You stood still. Not only was he suddenly gone, but he one-sidedly decided to end your engagement?

"...what nonsense... is this... Mom...? Mom, what nonsense is this? We are supposed to marry each other after Erickson's coronation!"

"No matter what, this is what he chose, here." The former Empress handed you an envelope of letter, signed by Noel himself. You immediately took it and read it to yourself.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝒢𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

You broke down, and you tried your best to not crumple the letter but it couldn't be helped. Tears flowed down, body shook from shock and heartbroken by the man you loved the most. What happened? Why were these happening to you? You felt like your head was about to burst open again.

"Noel.... oooohhh... Noel... Noel! Uwaaaaahhhhhh!" You slammed your fist to the ground beneath you, "Was that all a lie again?", you yelled to yourself, "If you knew this was going to happen, why! Why did you even bother confessing your love?!"

'I love you'

"Why can't I ever hope for something good to happen? Why am I always bound to lose everything and everyone I hold dear?!"

'If only that bastard died earlier! If only that woman carried you instead of me! If only you never existed! Uwaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!'

"Uwaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"

The memories of your mother suffocating you with the pillow flooded your head. The memories of everyone in the palace abusing you crashed you down like a wave.

And the person who relished the most in seeing you breaking down was Erickson who was hiding in the shadow.

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚."

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

The last line may feel off because it indeed foreshadows the original lore. I have written one for it, you can open it but I wouldn't recommend you read it if you want to remain in the Yan x reader trope as it is rather disturbing. I personally love the scene where Erickson warned Reader years earlier.

[mirumototsubasa]

My scans of a set of small clear files from the Everlasting Feast shoot for Utapri Shining Live.

[sevikasangel]

ﾐ☁︎ ❝ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

— contains: f!reader, sfw and nsfw content, possessiveness, gaslighting, girlbossing, gatekeeping, light blood mentions, manipulation, kidnapping, light bondage, mistress, pet play, stockholm complex.

— a/n: my first post of my wife! i love carmilla so much ughhh. also, this is the first post of my new upcoming event to celebrate 1k of us!

₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭

♡ carmilla's obsession would begin when she firstly laid her eyes on your terrified, shaky form. you were a helpless, small little human being surrounded by Bloodthirsty vampires who apparently hadn't had anything but pigs as meals for ages.

❀ "well, well...what do we have here? hmm, i see...a pathetic little nothing of a girl...brought to get her blood drained by us, vampires...just like humans are meant to."

♡ elegant, slender hands comes up to cradle your face and the vampiress leans in to sniff your neck. you whimper at the sound of her quiet, nonchalant chuckle.

❀ "this one's the finest human i've seen, doesn't look so disgusting to me. how can you still be beautiful...have little useless accessories, well presenting clothes, soft hair...when your species is being slaughtered in war? is it really that important to you to show off, little human?"

♡ there was a hint of possessiveness on her tone. the thought of your own race laying eyes on such a fine specimen made carmilla's skin itch. inferior animals shouldn't have the right to have you. a perfect pet.

❀ "so beautiful this little pet is, eh? this one's mine. find something else to feast on."

♡ carmilla decided to take you with herself. you didn't know if you should consider her your saviour, since her true intentions seemed to be slavering you. the first thing she did was stripping you from your clothes and into a white, short dress with nothing beneath. she claimed it'd be for easier access when she needed. then she collared you with a chain choker, a little hook that would be used when a leash needed to be attached.

❀ "do not hide yourself from me. your body is mine to see and touch as i please. you are my pet from now on. you do as i say, when i say. and do not forget...because i hate repeating myself."

♡ carmilla would constantly drink from your blood. it was never enough to kill you, though enough to make you dizzy and light headed. however, if she was punishing you for disobeying, she'd do it until you pass out, causing you to be terrified that she was actually going to murder you.

♡ you are her darling. she is completely obsessed with you. perfect, perfect little pet...she would not allow you outside on your own, or around anybody else if she wasn't present. during meetings, she'd have you perfectly seated on the floor besides her chair with your leash in her hand.

♡ if another vampire ever attempted to drink from you or cause you harm, she would gruesomely kill them. you are hers. she's the only one who is ever allowed to hurt you. attacking you is a direct offence at the queen.

♡ she'd constantly be stalking you through the shadows in the palace. you'd feel her eyes on your preventing you from misbehaving. she's obsessed with her pet in the sickest way possible.

♡ carmilla would always talk about the cruelty and dangers of the world, ruining any ideas and hopes of escaping you had. with a hand to your hair and the other holding your throat, she'd look into your eyes and talk about how safe you are, and how grateful you should be for the protection and care of your mistress.

❀ "little pet...you know the world would lacerate you into pieces, don't you? such a fragile thing you are. you are so lucky you have a kind mistress to yourself...see, you owe me your loyalty and undying, everlasting love. i keep you safe, i give you everything you need. i would haaate it if you made me hurt you. if you aren't mine, you aren't anybody else's."

‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭

♡ carmilla is a top. she isn't ever going to be a bottom ever. she has this need to be in absolute control of you, in every way possible.

♡ definitely a hard, strict dom who will demand discipline and obedience from her submissive little human. she doesn't tolerate bratty behaviour at all.

♡ the only time you decided to be a brat, carmilla made you regret it profusely. she had you completely tied up in a tight hogtie position with all your holes filled, nipple clamps on your nipples as she flogged your back and ass.

❀ "little pet desires to act like a savage...you wanted to get on my nerves, didn't you? i will make you regret it. cry all you want, i don't care. your pathetic self needs to be put in its place. i am your mistress! you are a little human who owes me your soul. you are all mine to do as i please!"

♡ definitely has a blood kink. she loves drinking from your blood while her cold fingers toy with your clit and push into your dripping hole. you feel ashamed of yourself out of how much you enjoy this.

♡ carmilla likes tugging on your leash while she takes you from behind with her strap. her face always has the same small smirk and evil eyes.

❀ "aren't you embarassed, pet? you should be...can you hear how wet and sloppy your pussy is for your captor? this makes your mistress very pleased, my dirty little pet human."

♡ carmilla makes you straddle her foot, completely naked while she's at her office. she commands you to make yourself cum and not dare stop while she finished her paperwork, her free hand stroking your hair as she throws a praise here and there like you're an obedient pup.

♡ if she is feeling generous and you earn it, carmilla will let you eat her out. she will be sitting on the edge of the bed with you on your knees between her thighs. your hands are tied behind your back as she doesn't allow you to touch her. her grip on your hair is tight and she tugs on it, riding your face however she pleases. her moans are breathy and quiet. even like this, the queen doesn't lose her posture.

❀ "that's it, pet. please your mistress...hmmm...you're the best toy i've ever had...ugh...i will let you taste my cum as a reward...good pet...good pet..."

♡ carmilla always gives you aftercare following rough sessions. she'd prepare a hot bath for the both of you. the vampiress allows you to rest your head on her chest while you're both inside and she scrubs your body until it's relaxed and clean.

[transitranger327]

Magic the Gathering has so much good art, I want to know who your favorite artist is. Whether you actively collect them, seek out their versions of cards with lots of variants, or are on the top of your list to sign your cards.

There’s a lot of artists I couldn’t put in a poll, but I tried to have a mix of older and newer artists. Reblog with your faves!