#I Need more

[wild-fleurs]

I need more adventures of Sophia The Victorian Ghost… although if she has a formal name she’d prefer me to use given her distaste for Joanne flaunting her Christian name like that I’ll gladly do so to be more dignified once told a surname to use but for now I just need more Sophia The Victorian Ghost Adventures

me: oh man, Joann Fabrics is closing. That's going to really suck for a lot of people

Sophia, the Victorian ghost who haunts a lamp I bought at Brimfield: not the least among them Joanne. though I suppose her business acumen must have been wanting if she gave the shop her Christian name- it just seems undignified. was that what drove her customers to other establishments?

me: well, nothing- it's a chain, and in most places, there weren't any other fabric stores.

Sophia:

Sophia: there weren't. any other dry goods stores. selling fabric.

me: not usually, no.

Sophia: in a whole town

me: no.

Sophia: and now there will be nowhere to purchase fabric at all in those towns

me: not in person. I guess people can buy it online

Sophia: what if they don't know what different weaves feel like? how will they learn if they never get to handle them?

me: some places have free swatch service on their websites-

Sophia: so they'll wait a week or more for a swatch, decide if they like it, then send away for the full amount of goods they need and wait even longer for that? what if they want something finished sooner?

me: they'll just be frustrated, I guess

Sophia: wait, why did Joanne's shops close? if she had such a monopoly, surely she'd have made quite a profit regardless of the name

me: an even bigger company bought them and couldn't use them to make billions of dollars, so they're forcing them to close

Sophia:

me: wait- PUT MY SNOW SHOVEL DOWN AND STEP AWAY FROM YOUR LAMP

[witchinatree]

magnus protocol episode 31 ramble

this is THE most back we've ever been yall. ever.

gonna start doing the cut for spoilers btw i think

i missed this intro so damn bad ohhhhh my god geeking OUT

why did he pronounce compartmentalizing like that is that a brit thing

IT'S ONLY A HAND HELPPPP i fucking knew it gang. i told you. i told you fr.

this is horrifying thanks!!!!! colin is in the computer now

lena come BACK lena come BACKKKKK

the hand is gone the hand is gone

"i am in charge" gwen pls

it can open its own damn cases i guess

JMJ EQUALS NULL??? hey becher though

it recorded what happened to colin oh no :(

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY WHATTTTTTRT OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL

??????THEY DELETED COLIN IN THE COMPUTER??????? DOES THIS EVEN COUNT AS DEATH

i guess it does

gwen. dawg.

the lie noise on "i'm sure we can leave"

"she's gone home" which home....

gwen's holding it together skills are really good is she okay internally

the fear in her voice when alice left her in there alone for a sec okay yeah she's not

SAM?? SAM??? SAM OH MY GOD

was that helen or am i tripping

i heard the door and the echo oh my god sam are you okay honey

celia and jack :(

the lie on sam will be okay wtf help celia pls

i appreciate alice going by herself gwen would be too harsh

see this sounds like what teddy tried to do and i'm not hearing an update for my blog

alice you can't go after him queen

gwen LEAVE the building get OUT of there leave the building leave the building leave the building get out of there get out of there get out of there wait OUTSIDE girlie

back to sam? is it the archivist following him or what?? SAMMMMM THEY FOUND HIM OMG so okay post mag200 is hell! NO FUCKING CIRCUSI KUSOIC

georgie <33

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS

we're back to sam so quick omg anyway what have they done to him

please be basira melanie and or georgie

YESSSSSSS IT'S GEORGIE

WELCOME BACK ARCHIVES GEORGIE BARKER

awe gertrude the vehicle

the domain trauma reference too omg

sam are you okay man holy shit also georgie i needed you to clock the celia reference

celia tell the TRUTH i fear. the final girls need to stick together like the archives ones

do not touch your email this office is paper only okay

the lie on "didn't eat colin" and "we can maintain business as usual"

yeah i'd quit and also take gwen with me this is the end of it for me

celia you're correct get out get out get out take them and.. ok i guess..

the lie on i am very busy LMFAOOO

the archivist oh shit this guard is so fucked i think oh shit she's gonna fall in to finish the balance oh my god ??? oh MY GOD

the eye reference

oh? she knew the magnus institute

she must've been in the london watcher domain omg

dawg

this domain sounds horrifying but like a degree funnier than the other ones we know

"the archivist died" WHAT.

ohh ok so everything is contained to london and the rest is rebuilding ooook

oh no :(

my god! but also she's a badass

rip heidi

THAT'S THE END WTFFFFFFF

[movies-movies-movies-movies]

Me every Thursday watching Severance when the credits roll and I realize I have to wait a week for a new episode .

[maggotmargarita]

ih my gof why did nobody inform me of this lasso tool I lob this tool omg I’m gonna be undtoppable 😈😈😈

ignore the dookibutt drwwing 😪

ANYWAYS MY ASKS ARE OPEN SO GO SHOOT DRAWING REQS ANYTIME! I WILL DRAW THEM ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[2kool4skoolll]

This is fire 😌

Comfort Object

Male Yandere x Reader

You see a really weird "job" post online, and the money seems too good to be true. But you aren't really in a position where you can turn it down...

You hope it doesn't get weird.

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It was a very… concerning “job” posting.

But desperate times, and all that. 

It had shown up about a week ago, and it wasn’t hard to see why no one had taken the poster up on it as of yet. 

Bedmate Needed

● 11 pm to 6 am

● $25/hour up front

● Riverside Motel

● Room 44

● Not a sex thing

The last note seemed tacked on in a later edit, but it was still… not great.

You’d have to be either a gullible idiot or a desperate one to go for a job like this. Unfortunately, you were the latter. Very much so.

You couldn’t take another night on the street. It was getting so cold out. The promise of a warm bed was almost enough to lure you in on its own. But the money… 175 bucks just to sleep in the same bed as some internet creep?

Despite the clarification in the post, this had to be a sex thing, right?

You hadn’t gone that far, despite everything. It’s not like you hadn’t considered it… but the thought was too terrifying. Making yourself completely vulnerable to a stranger that could just decide you were less than a person and do whatever they wanted to you? You had to draw the line somewhere.

But at this point, you weren’t sure that there was a line you weren’t willing to cross anymore. 

. . .

The Motel wasn’t the seediest you’d ever seen around town but it wasn’t a place you would’ve voluntarily stayed at even two months ago. Back when you had options. 

Creepy post guy opened the door after a couple of knocks, with an awkward, pregnant pause between them. He wasn’t quite what you expected for an internet creep, but he was still a sight to see.

Really bad posture and dark, greasy-looking hair, with the darkest circles under his eyes you’d ever seen. He looked like he was about to pass out at any second, but he held it together long enough to gesture you into the room. 

“Hey…” His voice was low but he sounded nervous. And so, so tired. “You’re… You’re a little early. That’s…that’s fine. Uh, come in.”

You felt his eyes on you as you passed him, and it didn’t help your anxiousness. Not one bit. 

“Hey so, I-I really…I uh, need a shower.” He stumbled over his words with a breathy, nervous laugh. “Unless you wanna sleep next to a… fuckin’ sweaty mess all night. Do you wanna go first or…?”

You must’ve looked nervous because his eyes went wider, digging into his pocket.

“I wasn’t tryin’ to… Oh, uh…here.” He nodded, pressing the money into your hand. “Up front, just… just like I said. You just…just seemed like you maybe sorta needed one too.”

Some part of you must’ve still had an ounce of pride left because your whole body felt on fire with shame, embarrassment so consuming that you froze up. It had been a couple of days…

He just looked away, seeming like he was embarrassed himself. 

“I w-wasn’t gonna like… try to join you or peep on you or nothin’!” He tried to assure you, eyes darting in a panic and talking a bit too fast. “If I, like, go first? I won’t get mad if you change your mind and leave… I get it. I’m not gonna like… go after you or call the cops or nothin’ like that. I just…”

He stared at the floor, nails digging into his arm as he seemed like he was having trouble breathing.

“I really… I really need this.” He was so quiet, but his voice was so desperate.

You couldn’t really be considering this, could you?

He seemed more like a weird, awkward, sad guy than a real danger or some kind of pervert.

And you really did need a hot shower. 

It seemed like a safer bet to have him go first, if you were really going through with this. And it would give you a chance to look around the room for a spot to tuck away your pocket knife, just in case.

When he was in the shower, you did just that. The spot between the mattress and bed frame would be easy to grab at if things got hinky.

If things got all touchy-feely, as you suspected they would, him finding that on you or leaving it in your pocket when your clothes got tossed wherever would be really inconvenient. 

Steam rolled out of the bathroom when he stepped out, shirtless but with sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He was thin, almost alarmingly so, but you could still see muscle, enough to pose a problem should he decide to overpower you.

This was your last chance to back out, before you’d be vulnerable to this odd stranger.

But even if you left, the money wouldn’t last long, and it’s not like you had any other options. 

You were so grateful that the motel tub wasn’t disgusting, but you would’ve gotten clean regardless. Two days worth of sweat and funk was washed away and it felt so heavenly… But it was hard to relax when you were trying to stay hyper alert of any noise that could be that man trying to get in or even eavesdrop.

But…

Nothing. 

You finished your shower and brushed your teeth, doing everything you could to feel clean that a motel bathroom could provide. And there was no sign of the guy. 

But you had to go back out there eventually. You supposed you could lock yourself in here and get a full night’s sleep indoors, even if it was on the floor of a motel bathroom with your back against the door, but part of you just said “fuck it” and warily peeked around the doorway into the bedroom.

The lights in the room were dim, but warm. He was sitting on the end of the bed, one knee tucked into his chest, staring at the tv as the bright colors of a nightly talk show reflected in his eyes, but something told you he wasn’t really watching. His eyes met yours and you froze.

“It’s almost eleven…” He mumbled, his head resting awkwardly on his shoulder. His hand ghosted over the spot on the bed next to him. “… Will... will you stay?”

So many thoughts raced through your head. What would happen if you laid down beside him? You could probably deal with sex… even if it felt a bit wrong. But if he wanted to hurt you?

Your brain reminded you:

What do you really have to lose?

When you told him you would stay, sitting next to him, you could see him relax. Just a bit.

“If you still want to leave-”

But you cut him off, almost afraid he would talk you out of it after you’d made up your mind.

Avoiding his stare, you told him you had nowhere to go.

The bed was cold, it might take a bit to warm up with the two of you in it, but it was the least of your concerns at that moment. 

“So it’s...” He’d spoken up so suddenly, you hoped he didn’t see you flinch. He was staring at the ceiling, seeming just a tiny bit calmer. “... it’s fine if you just… lay there or h-hold onto me, or play on your phone or whatever, anything is fine. Just… just don’t leave ‘til mornin’. Okay?”

A worrying pause, but you told him you understood.

And that was that. He laid next to you unmoving for almost an hour before you had the nerve to move at all, shifting slowly to your side to face him.

His eyes were shut, his breathing even, but somehow you knew he was still awake. It was like he was trying to sleep but it just wasn’t coming to him. He looked so worn down, like he could just keel over any second. It definitely made him less intimidating, but you weren’t letting your guard down, no matter how much your body was screaming at you to just let go.

Despite your better judgement, you wondered if he really was being genuine about this not being a sex thing. It was a relief, sure, but it just raised more questions.

Why were you here?

. . .

You’d stopped looking at the bedside clock a while ago. It had to have been hours by then.

Your anxiety and dread somehow felt quieter under the lull of impending sleep. Despite everything, your body was at least grateful for a warm bed and hot shower, and if you didn’t sleep there now, you didn’t know when you’d be able to sleep somewhere warm any time soon. 

Every moment that ticked by, you felt your resolve slipping. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, just to let go… This whole situation was weird, but you just wanted to sleep.

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He hoped against everything that he would just fall asleep.

Just this once, he didn’t want to have to follow through with it. But he was so damn tired. There was this ache behind his eyes that he could feel in his bones, his mind never stopped racing… 

He could feel your body heat in the bed next to him. You had either been very scared or very considerate, you’d only moved once since you laid down with him. 

He hated that he had to do this. He felt sorry for you, he really did. But it was drowned out by the buzzing in the back of his brain. The constant whispers in his ear. 

There had been so many before now, it was a miracle he hadn’t gotten caught. But this was a huge, dangerous city. Everyone in it was just a blip to anyone paying attention. 

He could feel their skin under his palms buzzing at the back of his brain. How their eyes stared into his, burning with betrayal, fear, helplessness. How he saw them fade away.

How it was the only thing that worked to let him finally sleep. The only thing that quieted the whispers, at least for a little bit. 

Some booked it after getting the money. Some just showed up and straight-up robbed him. Some tried to leave in the middle of the night, thinking he was asleep. But if they stayed and fell asleep, that was that.

He told himself that he gave them all a chance. 

If you managed to stay up all night, you’d be safe. But he really needed this… It was already day three, and he’d never made it past day five without completely losing it. Trying to fight this, it was too hard. The longer he stayed awake, trying to avoid what had to happen, the worse he felt. The louder the voice got. The deeper the ache in his bones. But the more often he did it, the easier it got. And that was worse in a different way. 

It was wrong. He wasn’t so deep in it that he couldn’t see that. The morning after, he always hated himself and what he did. 

But as the days went on, it would all creep back in. And doing it again felt less and less horrifying to him. 

You were scared. He could tell. And you had every reason to be, he told himself. But it just meant it would take you longer to fall asleep. 

He could wait all night. And if you made it the full seven hours, you weren’t what he needed. You’d be free from him, from this. Hopefully you wouldn’t come back, no matter how badly you needed the money.

He wondered what you meant by having nowhere to go.

But he tried not to wonder too much. It would make this harder. 

He could hear your breathing getting slower, your body relaxing into the bed. You wouldn’t last much longer. 

His eyes shot open when he felt you suddenly touch him, tucking your forehead into his shoulder. You weren’t quite asleep, a cuddler? He almost laughed to himself when half-asleep you looked a bit frustrated, like it wasn’t enough.

You muttered something about being cold, lazily scooting your body closer to him up the bed. He felt his breath catch when suddenly, his head was pulled to you, tucked into your chest as your arm circled him. He was suddenly the little spoon, but facing you. He could hear your heartbeat. 

He wanted to say something, wake you up or wriggle free to make what he had to do easier on you when you fell asleep. He felt a hand in his hair, playing with it and idle gentle nails on his scalp. 

It was… nice. Everything felt calm, the buzzing and horrible thoughts were still there but they were being drowned out by the warmth of your skin, the thump of your heart in his ear.

You were mumbling something. He held his breath, trying to hear.

You told him, or whoever you were dreaming about, maybe even no one at all, that he was okay. That he was safe. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes open. Something was different this time. He felt all his control slipping away, and for once, he wasn’t scared. 

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You woke to a sunbeam across your face, and the strange man in your arms, sound asleep. According to your phone, it was 10 am. You were grateful for the extra hours in a warm bed, but would he be mad? Did he have somewhere to be?

You couldn’t remember anything past drifting off next to him, but the two of you were tangled together, he seemed so comfortable.

Now that it was over, and your anxieties were much quieter, you really got a good look at the guy. He wasn’t… unattractive, you supposed. He was all elbows and ribs but laying against your chest made him look so soft and harmless. 

Wasn’t the worst way you’d ever made 175 bucks.

You wondered if he’d shell out the extra 100, or if that would be pushing your luck. 

Either way, it would be best to wake him up.

Gently scratching at his scalp, you told him it was getting late.

You watched as his eyes struggled to open, and for a few calm moments, he just laid against you. After a beat, he gasped and jolted up, head swiveling around the room in a panic.

“I…” He seemed really out of it, almost scared. “I actually…”

He stared at you, eyes wide. You told him it was ten in the morning, hoping everything was okay and if it wasn’t, that he wouldn’t take it out on you.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, and for a moment you were sure something bad was going to happen, but somehow, it was even worse.

He was crying.

Breaking down, sobbing hard as he just kept staring at you. Even with the odd night you’d just had, this was somehow the weirdest part. 

Despite yourself, you asked him if he was okay. He pulled himself together and you were startled again when he touched your face, his thumb gently grazing your cheek. It was tender and sweet, and it was freaking you out a little. Just a tad. 

“You… It was you…”

All you could think to ask was if you should get going, maybe trying to make it seem like you had someplace to be, or were at least trying to be considerate of his time. But it didn’t seem like he was taking the hint. 

He grabbed your hands in his, the sudden contact made you jump. He pulled them to his chest, he was too close. The way he was looking at you…

“Can we… Can we do this again? Like tonight? Please?” He was practically begging, the look in his eyes changing. That nervous, achingly tired gaze was hopeful. And so warm.

“You can have the room, if that’s what you need!” he offered, maybe somehow having picked up on your current situation. “I can pay more too. Just p-please…”

He held your palm to his cheek, staring up at you.

“I need you.”

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a bit of a different one from me, but i kind of liked how it turned out

that feeling when your new yandere was totally gonna off you but you were just too comfy

he's never gonna let you go. you're the only thing keepin him from killing again, ya know?

i don't have a ton of yanderes that actually kill, as odd as that seems. but this guy is one of them

he's not supposed to be a huge commentary on any particular mental health conditions, i did a bit of "research" into psychosis induced insomnia (using that term VERY loosely), but like does he hear voices because he can't sleep, or can he not sleep because he hears voices? who can say? certainly not I, the dummy who made him

i wrote this one pretty much right after my last big deadline ended, but it got reworked a bit cause it just needed some tweaks:

the yandere started out as tired but crass, kind of a dick, and when he switched after that good night's sleep it felt off. It felt more interesting if he was a bit pathetic and creepy, it felt like less of a red flag for the reader to stick around

the reader was originally going to be a straight up s*x worker that got hired by the yandere for him to kill, but it didn't really feel like my place to make that commentary on violence against s*x workers or to more or less soften it with a yandere love interest. it just didn't feel right for something so unserious

but ive been having horrible writer's block lately, so i thought i'd finally put this one out. i need to read/play some yandere stuff and get inspired. let me know if you have any recommendations y'all ✌️

[sapphosclown]

i don’t think dan and phil understand the ways them finishing it takes two would change my life

[notfocks]

I think if i put into words how happy this type of image makes me I would get diagnosed with something

[moonlit-typewriter]

If Walker Scobell can manifest his way into the role of Percy Jackson by carrying around a picture of a Poseidon statue, I can surely manifest my way into 4 more seasons by posting on my silly little website

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Absolutely delicious 🤍🤍

────۶ৎ hunger

you wake to the weight of joel miller between your thighs, hungry and aching to claim you. he’s been patient, but now? now he’s going to take.

warnings: smut, vampire!joel, bloodplay/feeding, fangs sunk deep while he fucks you senseless, pain/pleasure, overstimulation, cockwarming after he’s wrecked you, praise & degradation, possessive/obsessive joel, breeding kink undertones, dirty talk.

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you wake to pressure.

heavy, solid, sinking into you like you’re already his.

joel.

he’s draped over you, broad and immovable, one thick thigh slotted between yours, pressing firm against the soaked heat of your panties. his weight pins you to the mattress, the warmth of him at odds with the unnatural chill of his skin.

you don’t move—can’t move—his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his face buried in your neck.

and he’s breathing you in.

“knew it,” he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with hunger, with something darker. his lips brush over your pulse, and you shudder, heat pooling deep in your belly.

“knew you’d smell this sweet.”

you whimper when he grinds against you, slow and teasing, dragging the hard, thick press of his cock over your cunt.

“been watchin’ you, darlin” he sighs, nipping at your throat, not biting—not yet.

his fingers ghost under the hem of your nightshirt, slow, deliberate, thumbs pressing into your waist.

“could hear that pretty little heartbeat even when you were sleepin’.”

his voice is so deep, dripping with want, laced with something that feels like possession.

you let out a shaky breath. “joel—”

“shhh,” he soothes, palm sliding over your stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of your hip. his other hand finds your throat, tilting your head to the side, baring it for him.

“let me have you, baby.”

and then he’s sinking his fangs in.

pain bursts, sharp and blinding, but the way he moans against your skin makes you clench, makes your pussy ache.

he drinks, slow and deep, savoring, and you feel it everywhere—in your veins, in your core, pooling in the slick heat between your thighs.

his hand drifts lower, slipping beneath your panties, fingers sliding through the mess he’s made of you.

“fuck, baby,” he groans against your throat, lapping at the bite, his fingers pressing into your soaking cunt.

he shoves your panties down, kicks his sweats off, the heavy weight of his cock pressing hot against your dripping slit.

“gonna fill you up,” he rasps, voice wrecked, desperate. “make you mine.”

he presses in, the thick, aching stretch punching the air from your lungs.

you’re so full, so stuffed, the brutal drag of his cock pulling a sob from your throat.

“look at that,” he pants, pulling back just enough to watch himself sink in again, your cunt stretching, taking all of him.

“made for me, baby. made to be fucked like this.”

he’s deep, his body flush against yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every harsh, hungry thrust.

his tongue drags over the open wound at your throat, lapping at his claim.

his hips slam into yours, pace relentless, dragging a wrecked, broken moan from your lips.

“shhh, baby,” he soothes, even as he fucks you harder, deeper. “know it’s too much. know you can take it.”

you’re shaking, sobbing, pleasure so sharp it feels like pain, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

his hand finds your clit, rubbing tight, lazy circles, just enough to make your thighs shake, to push you over the edge.

you cum with a cry, walls fluttering, squeezing him tight, and he groans, thrusts jerky, erratic—

“that’s it, baby, take it—take all of it.”

he buries himself deep, spilling inside you, hips grinding slow, making sure you feel it.

his weight presses you down, his cock still hard, still twitching, keeping you full.

he licks at your throat, lips brushing over the bite mark, soothing, worshipping.

and then he stays there, cock warming inside you, keeping you plugged up, his.

“shhh, doll,” he murmurs, voice like syrup, thick with satisfaction. “you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[sleepygirlfemme]

save me butch cowboy… please… butch cowboy save me

[melonnlee]

FIREBALL!!!

ddvau tango the man that you are (au by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi)

[housecow]

you will look at my stretchmarks and you will admire them!!!

[somedayillbepeterpan]

Eternally grateful to you and your talent and your consideration and your friendship 🥰🥰

I would be so FERAL if Colin Bridgerton has a beard on S4

[spadelynnne]

I need a season 2 so bad 😭

[peikonlainen]

Sonic art request for @pocketfroggy . Once again a small thing turned into a big deal!