#Mona strikes again and I love it

[shamefulzombie]

*Giggles and twirls my hair*

YoOOoOo THIS LOOKS SICK (pun intended)

I love the way you drew this, the smoke, them hold an infectious flower sysjkajdwi- I LOVE IT THANKS HEEHEE!!

[crazyinlovewithbucky]

“My Aphrodite”

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Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and he’s never been hornier!!! this is just pure smut with Bucky being a total slut! + You are his goddess and he makes sure you know that.

Warnings: +18 smut, first-person perspective, the entire smut is from YOUR POV, breeding kink, mentions of goddesses and religion, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, a self-conscious reader (if u squint a bit), horny reader, and hornier bucky

A/N: hey babes, I wanna mention again that English is not my first language so excuse any misspellings or any mistakes. I’m trying my best hehe enjoy :*

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“Fuck, doll you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like that,” Bucky said while he was thrusting in me so hard while he was hugging my legs as he’d placed them above his shoulder. My cunt was very sensitive with the overstimulation as I just coated his length with my cum. I can’t even remember how many times I came tonight. Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and we promised each other we wouldn’t touch ourselves or do anything until we’re reunited again. It’s a silly pact I know but we wanted to have a very crazy over-the-moon sex when he gets back and now we’ve done nothing all day long except for fucking.

“I’m gonna cum bunny, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck” I gasped so hard as I felt his striking hot cum filling me. His cock slipped out from the fast thrusts and it shot his cum on my cunt and my lower stomach. Bucky was a moaning mess already. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths and locked eyes with me. “so fucked out too” he smiled and leaned down and kissed me so hard. he slipped his tongue in and I opened my mouth for him happily. We kept making out passionately and breaking out for seconds just to catch our breaths then continuing again. Kissing each other hungrily, like we would die if we didn’t. I would happily die in his arms and be filled with his cum.

I could feel his cock getting hard again as it was brushing on my thigh and my cunt was already wet and filled with our mixed cum. “I need you bucky,” I said softly between breaths. he lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. “No bunny, I’m the one who needs you,” he said as he kissed me again.

He got up and was standing now on the foot of the bed, his gaze darkened a bit as his eyes traveled all over my body. I was completely naked with my legs spread out a bit, my cunt was on full display in front of him and I could feel the wetness and mixed cum dripping from it. My hair was a mess, and my stomach and breast were full of love bites and teeth marks from our rough sex two rounds ago. I bit my lip as my gaze went to his length. It was really hard and his head was very red and wide. I remember our first time when I was really paranoid it wouldn’t fit, and my first scream when he bottomed out inside of me for the first time, my cunt was stretching and clenching around his length. No man ever fit me or filled me like Bucky. He was -and is- the perfect fit for me.

I pressed my thighs together for any kind of friction as after a whole day of fucking around, I still wanted him more than ever. he bit his lips at the sight of me pressing my thighs together. He held my ankles and opened my legs widely. His eyes traveled up until they met my eyes. “Have I ever told you that you are a fucking goddess?” his tone was very serious and low. I shook my head slightly as a smile painted my lips. “you are a goddess. a fucking sex icon. a Mona Lisa. a queen” he laid on me again and pushed his cock slowly inside me. Soft moans escaped my lips as I was adjusting to his length again. “Fuck bunny, I don’t know how you are still so tight for me after the day we had. Thought your pussy would be stretched out by now” he groaned while looking at where our bodies are connected and thrusting in and out slowly. I couldn’t stop moaning and I felt a very hot wave striking my body. all I feel is just pure lust. I need him. I need him to keep fucking me. I need his cock to stretch me out. I just need him.

He suddenly stopped thrusting but he was still buried inside me. I didn’t notice that he was staring at me while my head was pulled back on the pillow and my eyes were closed and nothing but moans and soft whispers of his name flying out of my mouth. His eyes were full of something that I couldn’t put my head around it. It’s my first time seeing this look in Bucky’s eyes. First time seeing a man looking at me like this and I can’t even understand the look. I got nervous suddenly and I asked “What’s wrong?” He smiled softly and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my lips.

“Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I could seriously worship you” he chuckled and kissed my left cheek as I’m sure now it’s burning red. “you are my goddess. I literally worship you. can’t believe I got so lucky to have an actual goddess underneath me” his lips now moving to my neck and he’s nipping on my sweet spot. “are you my goddess, Y/N?” he lifted his head up and his eyes met mine. “answer me, babe. Are you my goddess?” I nodded and licked my lips as I’m feeling my cunt getting wetter by his praise.

Suddenly, he flipped us over and now I’m on top of him, he held my waist tightly to not let his cock slide out of me and he pulled me down until he was fully in me again. He breathed heavily and looked at me all over again. “Then show me. make me believe in you, goddess. make me believe you are my goddess. Fuck me into believing in you. Fuck me into your religion” His words are making me go crazy that I just couldn’t move. I was literally stunned. No one ever talked to me like this before or even loved me like this before. I’m feeling like I’m in a dream now or I am high. Can’t believe this is actually a reality and Bucky Barnes, the winter solider, the fucking white wolf, is buried deep inside me and saying these sweet words to me. I feel like I’m going to cum just by listening to his words.

“Come on doll, show me your love and admiration. Show me your powers, my goddess. Only you can make me this horny and my cock never calm near you. Only a fucking sex goddess can do that, my Aphrodite” his grip on my waist hardened as he’s now moving my hips and waist back and forth, grinding me on his dick. the friction and movement got us both moaning loud. He kept moving me faster on his cock and I started to pick up the pace and grinding more back and forth. I love how he keeps praising me and telling me I’m his goddess while fucking me now like a sex doll whose just here to please him.

While grinding and moving back and forth on him I started to ride him slowly, moving up and down. Bucky moaned the sluttiest and dirtiest moan I’ve ever heard from him. His eyes shut and he pulled his head back on the pillow and pushed it down. His hands tightened on my hips as my pace started to go faster and now I’m fully jumping on his cock while grinding my hips harder. His moans and screams are as loud as mine are too. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkk” he growled so loudly and tightened his grip more on my hips, I felt like his hands are going to pierce my skin and leave a permanent mark. I felt his cock twitching so hard inside me and hitting my g spot repeatedly. “Oh, dear goddess-ss - I’m cu-mm FUUUUUCKKK” he screamed loudly as he shot his hot liquid inside me, hitting my cervix and g spot, making me fall off the edge and that tight in my stomach to burst. As much as I was shaking rapidly and can’t breathe but I couldn’t stop jumping on him and continuing fucking myself on his cock.

Bucky started shaking like me from the overstimulation and couldn’t catch his breath too. “Yes goddess, let my cum stick inside you. let me bless your heavenly womb with my babies. we could have the most perfect demigods.” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and now our chests are pressed together. “Let me plant my seed inside you, Aphrodite. I bet you’d look so good pregnant with my babies inside you. not to mention, you’d look so fuckable too” he said as his hands slid down to my butt and now he was holding me and moving me on his cock. It feels so good that we can’t even stop. I closed my eyes and buried my head in his neck, I really can’t control my moans or my need for him anymore. “Yeah doll, give me one more orgasm. I know you want to. Give me one more. Don’t fight it” He knew what I needed and he knew my body. Bucky always put my pleasure first and we’ve been together for so long that he really knows what I need and what my body needs. the feeling of needing to feel the heat and pleasure of cumming around his thick hard cock was consuming me and I needed to let go again.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum again,” he said groaning and holding my butt so tight while moving me faster on his cock. the sound of my sloppy pussy and his cock fucking in and out of it was deafening as much as our moans. I don’t know what we ate or drank or smoked that made us this horny and needy today or maybe it’s just our love and lust for each other or maybe it’s just we have so much chemistry in sex that we and our bodies just know how to satisfy and please each other. I don’t care what it is but it’s addicting and I don’t wanna stop. never.

I can feel that knot tightening again as I let go with nothing but screams and moans slipping out of my mouth. Bucky followed my screams with groans as he burst again into my cunt. This time we stopped our movements. He was still buried inside me and I was still on top but I didn’t lay on top of him as I gave myself and him some space to catch our breaths. My upper body lay on the bed very close to him as he was laying on his back, eyes shut, chest going up and down breathing heavily. I was laying on my side facing him, staring at how perfect he looked with his hair messed up and sweat on his forehead shining. He opened his eyes and looked at me. We kept staring at each other deeply as we both smiled.

“After that Barnes, you should build me a fucking temple” I giggled and he laughed at my words. “The least I can do for my goddess” he pulled himself closer to me and moved on top. Still having his cock inside me. He kissed me deeply then pulled away and locked eyes with me again. “Congratulations, Aphrodite. I’m now a believer of yours. Could you accept me as your humble servant?” I giggled and nodded. We kissed again then he pulled out slowly, trying not to trigger any other nerve. I stood up and moved to the bathroom. “Hey, where are you going?” he pushed me back again to the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet” he kissed my neck from behind and wrapped his arms around me again.

“Oh my god Bucky, you are becoming a real sex addict now,” I said jokingly with a serious tone. He laughed and held my chin with his hand, turning my head around to face him. “If Jesus himself saw you, I’m sure he’d become a sex addict too” he grinned and then chuckled at how shy I got. This man surely knows how to flirt as much as how to fuck. “As much as I am flattered but I need to use the bathroom” I giggled and jumped out of the bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. I can hear him clearly running behind me like a fucking predator about to catch his prey. I got into the bathroom fast and was about to close the door but he was faster and smashed it open. “BUCKY OH MY GOD” I screamed and laughed at how crazy he looked right now.

“You are not getting anywhere without me, my Aphrodite” he had this devilish smirk on his face as he moved closer. He pulled me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. We held very intimidating eye contact for a while until I felt a splash of hot water hitting my skin. I hadn’t noticed that he moved us to the tub and opened the shower. “Ready for some shower sex rounds, doll?” he said against my lips as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. This is going to be a very very long night.

[minbulas]

my dear sangyeon's enthusiast, @winterchimez, this one is for you

ENTRY ONE ˳ SANGYEON & UNDERWATER !

cast … lee sangyeon x gn! reader ༝ genre … fluff ༝ words … 195 ༝ cw(s) … kissing? ༝ sunkissed … the series is already flopping but let’s keep going !

“i bet i can hold my breath underwater longer than you can.”

it’s your taunt that leads you into your current position — eyes shut and lips sealed while you hold yourself beneath the clear waters. even though it’s ideal, your lack of vision comes with a disadvantage: you can’t see the mischief that glosses over sangyeon’s visage.

you don’t realize he’s planning to cheat — not yet at least. it doesn’t become obvious when he sits his hands on your waist, or when he blows a few oxygen bubbles right in front of you.

see, you only come to figure it out when he stamps his familiar, rosy lips upon yours.

despite your competitive side’s attempts to keep you underwater, you’ve never been god’s strongest soldier. so you make sangyeon happy by unintentionally fulfilling the last step in his plan: breaking through the surface for air.

“i win.” it’s a husky whisper that’s been dipped into a cup of amusement.

and maybe you should be annoyed that he played dirty..

but after sangyeon kisses you again (and again.. and a few more times for his satisfaction), perhaps this game was rigged from the start.

TAGLIST. @stealanity​ — send an ask / dm to be added !

[boomhoon]

Random Sunghoon appreciation post <3

more under the cut!

CW: Mentions of hickies, vampires, kissing, fluff, random thoughts, observations, SFW

Moles

“Moles appear in places where your past lover has kissed you most.” So kiss those moles again and again, finding each hidden mole like a treasure hunt. Draw around them too, like you’re creating another masterpiece on the Mona Lisa. A unique beauty mark that requires no work done. A special constellation only for your eyes, name it after something dear to the heart.

Fangs

Leaves the viewer stunned and in awe at the sight. A distinctive trait only thought of for Vampires. In the dark glow of the moonlight, hover over your lover, whisper in their ears, watch the way the fangs appear in a smile. Resist the urge to drag your fingers over the sharp ends. But when things get heated, don’t hesitate to push your tongue alongside them, and feel the way they sink onto your skin. A deadly thing. But the contagious laughter that erupts past says otherwise. Only Sunghoon could emit this feeling.

Determination

The pure grit, and ambition will never fade. He leaves behind a legacy, memories, and lessons to share. A hard worker, even Sisyphus’s punishment is no match for this character. Sunghoon will push through, succeeding is in the name. You’ll get pushed too. But not over the edge. You’ll get pushed to the stars, to your dreams, to your goals. An attitude is only good if it’s right. But don’t worry, you’re in good hands.

Hands

Cold, yet comforting. Long, slender fingers perfect to lead the way and wrap around your own. Hands that has experienced everything in life, but has yet to explore you. His fingers reach for your own to fiddle with- squeezes, pinches, taps, and kisses. Hands that will drag you along the rink, catch your fall, throw snowballs, and boop your cheek. Pesky hands traveling to sensitive places. Pointy nails that stick out obscurely, can’t help but observe them, can’t help but love them.

Observant

Careful eyes, and an even more careful mind. Silent when needed, paying attention like the moon in the dead of night. Don’t think you’re not cared for. Even in the most reserved form, his heart will pour out to you and you’ll see every bit of thought through the two windows on his face or through his piercing words.

Pale skin

Fair in-and-out. Radiant in every way. Just like dainty china plates, and blinding fresh snow. Scan for marks, and perfect imperfections— a sign of living, a sign of a past, a sign of a story nobody will ever know of. Pale flesh that turns red after being gripped on, the color will turn a beautiful purple once sucked on. A clean canvas for your creation. Love bites show, and hickies emerge.

Sunghoon

Small smiles while trying to hold in laughter, penguin eyes, perseverance, growing confidence by the minute, abstracted mind, a loyal heart, sunset skies, country roads, baby blue love, explosive summers, wet & loving kisses, yearning for affection, the first snow, secret glances, old love that lingers in the mind, exasperated sighs, tired hugs, dazed stares, head pats, striking eyebrows, and endless jokes & teasing.

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Taglist: creds to @fairytopea for the divider! @sanasour @mars101

A/N: Cute lil post for my number 1 man 🥰🥰, HBD Jay!!, i love u moonbin, and i have a niki fanfic brewing so hit like and subscribe and click the notification bell for more 😈🙏

[sissylittlefeather]

When no one talks to me I write poetry.

Y'all should probably talk to me more.

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I wanna write you silly love songs

Happily ever afters you deserved

But sometimes I get stuck on the beauty of you.

I choke on adjectives

Stumble over similes

And can't find ways to fully express you in literary devices.

You transcend what my meager pen can whittle.

Pencil on marble barely makes a dent.

And your light is so blinding

Electrical currents in striking bolts that hit the same place not twice but over and over again

Shocking my heart back to pumping

Just when I thought it was too late.

You make a rhythm

And a melody

And a whole damn song inside me.

Look at the beautiful edges of you

Holding majesty in place like a frame on the Mona Lisa.

Your very being is art

In technicolor brilliance

And daunting greyscale

You shine either way

Refracting light like rainbows on the wall.

You make everything better

And the cold rain falls down down down

But you keep singing

And you're the only thing that keeps me going

When the darkness creeps in.

Did you even know how brightly you sparkled?

Saving me with shards of sunlight

Warm like the summer sun

In Memphis, Tennessee.

[roxannepolice]

Out of all the literary quotes that can be thrown at the Master and thoschei, this one from A hero of our time always struck me as a particularly accurate. Like, when the Master rushes over to keep the Doctor from falling in EoT, this is what popped up in my brain. Why?

Well, A hero of our time is up there with Shamela as earliest cases of recuntruction of a genre. Except where Shamela deconstructs stories that are generally regarded as sham - the mindbogglingly noble innocent girl "fixing" a guy, with none of the introspection to be found in Bronte sisters' works - A hero of our time deals with a more regarded - and objectively artisticly more meritorious - genre of byronic heroes. The main character, Grigory Pechorin, ticks all the boxes of a byronic hero - handsome, young, tragic, romantic, what have you - except unlike his predecessors like Byron's Giaour or Pushkin's Eugene Onegin (that Pechorin is a direct parody of, with both having river-based surnames)... he's aware he's a bastard. Like, there's always a part of him that can look at himself from outside and recognize that he's ruining himself and others, and that there are very easy ways to stop this. If you provided a critical analysis and called him a spoiled rich white boy who needs therapy, he'd be the first to agree. He's an homme fatal in the way of quality noir femmes fatales, who - again, in actually good noir films - strike the audience as much, much more than just sexy objects that can't control their sexuality and selfish impulses.

Which is why the above passage strikes the reader so hard. Yes, it's all written in a memoir convention, but we're still not at the point of deconstructing the peotic frames, what is written is to be taken at face value. And what we find is a flood of emotion, of deeply honest love and desperation that's hard to be brushed aside as a pose. And yet it's the pov character/main character that does so. He even goes for biologization of his state, dismissing it as possibly litte more than exhaustion. He recognizes spleen for a endocrinological imbalance that the name suggests.

The book is perfectly, openly unpreachy. There's no moral here to derive about how to live. It just presents the reader with a character that we are deeply confused about: he's clearly capable of deep, beautiful, noble emotions, yet chooses not to act on them, the moment a single physical obstacle (such horse dying from exhaustion) cuts the stream of consciousness. There's something no longer unsentimental as much as anti-sentimental about it. "People are, by nature, good, and if they just followed their natural empathy and feelings"- no, nothing good would come out of it, at least there's no guarantee.

And yet there's an honesty to it. An honesty that's specifically lacking in usual romantic heroes. There's an awareness that this level of dramaticness in life has to involve an element of cynically orchestrating it. And it's not the case of preachy "and therefore we should dismiss all delusions of such emotional rushes as fake", because there is no fakeness. It's the case of even manipulation being stragnely honest about itself, moreseo than truth could ever be. It appears to be saying "the only way to resolve the mystery of Mona Lisa's smile is to scratch all the paint off the beechwood, do you really think you'll find something truer underneath?". In a way, yes, wood was there beofre da Vinci, but I don't really think that's the reality we're looking for.

That's why when either fandom or the source material goes for getting to the Master "undearneath all performance" it strikes me as empty. No, it's not the Doctor knowing the truth of the Master, it's the case of the Master exposing truths about the Doctor.

Like Pechorin of byronic heroes.

[fictional-idol-tournament]

Propaganda below the cut:

Mona Narumi

- She is a lovely character! She's a kind pink girl who struggles with depression and impostor syndrome but is growing to be an incredible idol. She started from the bottom and is now very succesful <3

Mima Kirgoe

- Watch Perfect Blue, you'll get it.

- I'm not sure if she counts since she's technically a FORMER Idol, but her being an idol for her entire career until the beginning of the movie is a huge part of the story.

Mima is a DEEPLY interesting protagonist that lampoons the Idol Culture and celebrity worship that Japan has in spades while also existing as a reflection of the sexism of celebrity media in general.

She left the Idol world behind to become an Actress and is both constantly harassed by so-called fans and her own deteriorating mental state as the people around her, her friends, family, and the talent agents who's literal jobs are to help her succeed, constantly criticize her choice to do so and seem to not have any faith in her to be able to stand on her own and not just one singer in a group, and in her first debut as an actress she was given a role which REALLY messed her up since it was much too intense too quickly for an actress just starting out, lead to her having hallucinations of being haunted by her 'Idol self'

This all culminates in being cornered by the secondary antagonist (a fanatical stalker obsessed with what she represented as an idol) on the same studio set where she performed that intense role that messed her up, and in a heavily metaphorical moment, claims her right to love herself again and before the secondary antagonist can fulfil the scene as it played out but for real, she kills him, standing up for herself and what she wants and deserves in one dramatic strike of a hammer against a skull.

and in that moment of trauma and completion of her ongoing mental breakdown, she's escorted back into proper lucidity by one last hallucination, the set crew she'd been filming her acting roles with applauding her one last time. As if to say 'wonderful performance Mima. You've done it. you have the right to be an actress'

Mima is an absolutely FASCINATING protagonist and while she both wants to move away from her place as an idol and ends the movie an actress, i would say it's impossible to ignore what she has contributed to the conversations about idol culture and celebrity worship in media.

Mima was an idol, but she has the right to be so much more than the songs and the pretty dresses

- She's an amazing character from an amazing movie. The movie is about the splitting between the image that people perceive and the actual person behind that. Mima is in idol in the beginning but switches to acting due to pressure from management, and begins seeing her "idol form" in her day-to-day life. She's confused about her own identity, and who the "real Mima" is. It's made even worse by an obsessed stalker who wants her to continue being an idol. Despite this, she never abandons her values and stays kind, even when her whole existence as a person is questioned.

- She's such a strong person! She goes through so much, but doesn't let it hold her down. And Perfect Blue is great at showing the darker sides of idol culture and even internet culture!

[haveamagicalday]

Top Ten Books Read in 2023

Continuing my tradition of blurbing/reviewing my top ten books read in the past year! Let's jump right in:

10. Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica- In a not so distant future, all animals have been plagued with a deadly virus that makes meat obsolete. In a somewhat dramatic move, the government legalizes cannibalism which is marketed as “special meat”. Marcos works for a slaughterhouse where humans are treated as livestock. One day he is gifted his very own specimen and slowly begins to treat it like the human being she actually is. I'm glad I read this book and I probably will never read it again. I did know the plot and ending when going in and I wish I hadn't because I would have liked to know how I would have reacted to that final line. The way this book was written was probably one of the most fascinating parts. Very straightforward and presents things that are horrifying in a mundane way. I actually found myself unfazed when it came to the description of how the "meat" is processed which freaked me out more after the fact and got me really thinking. Am I crazy? Would I eat McDonald's newest McHuman if it were normalized and my only option? Hopefully I will never find out

9. House of Roots and Ruin by Erin A. Craig- This is a sequel to House of Salt and Sorrow that follows one of the younger siblings, Verity, from the first novel who is now a teenager. When Verity is offered a job painting a portrait for a Duchess's son, she jumps at the opportunity. While she grows closer to the son, it soon becomes clear that something is very wrong in the Duke's house. This was a hard one to rate for me but ultimately I gave it 4 stars. The first half was definitely 4 stars. I was eating it all up. I loved the creepiness of it all and the mystery of what was really happening with those experiments the duke was doing. The second half is where it went downhill a bit. I still flew through it. I read the second half in one sitting but some things were not to my liking. An unnecessary lust at first sight love triangle almost ruined things for me but I stuck it out and I'm glad I did.

8. Rouge by Mona Awad- A surreal take on the beauty industry with a twinge of Snow White. For as long as she can remember, Belle has been obsessed with her skin care routines. When her estranged mother dies, Belle must return home to take care of selling her apartment and dealing with her debts. Belle quickly learns that her mother has gotten herself involved with a mysterious spa that takes a keen interest in Belle herself. She finds herself entranced with the cult-like spa and the promise of beauty that they offer her. Rouge is perhaps a bit on the nose with its critique of the beauty industry but the surrealism of the story is memorizing and keeps you guessing throughout.

7. A Warning about Swans by R.M. Romero- Hilde was dreamt into the world by Odin and along with her five sisters, was gifted a cloak that allows them to transform into swans. Hilde is also given the gift to guide souls into the afterlife, a job she finds daunting and tiresome. When Hilde meets a penniless Baron, she strikes up a deal with him. She will conjure riches for him and in return, he will bring Hilde into the human world. This is beautifully written in prose and is a sweet little fairy tale about love and finding oneself

6. What Lies in the Woods by Kate Alice Marshall- Naomi used to spend her days playing make believe in the woods with her two best friends. But their games come to an end when Naomi is attacked. She survives with seventeen stab wounds and she and her friends help identify the perpetrator. But the three have a secret about that day that haunts Naomi in her adult life. When her friend Olivia confesses that she is ready to tell the world their secret, Naomi must return to the woods and unravel what really happened that day. This was a great thriller! It was very reminiscent of a high profile true crime case that happened about a decade ago. It would be too much of a spoiler to say which one but I saw the similarities right away. I also guessed one big twist very early on but I don't think that affected the book overall or the ending.

5. The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw- A mermaid comes ashore, marries a king and gives him daughters. Then the daughters devour the king and destroy the town. Now on the run, the mermaid travels with a mysterious plague doctor and together they encounter a strange town where children never age and worship three saints who control them. This novella was strange and gory and enthralling and I loved it all. TW: Body horror

4. The Stolen Heir by Holly Black- A perfect return to Black's Fae world. I love how dark she lets these books get while still remaining appropriate for the YA audience. This book takes place eight years after The Queen of Nothing and follows Suren, the child queen of the Court of Teeth who was held captive by her parents. Now she has escaped into the human world where she is content to spend her time undoing other fae's curses. But things change when Prince Oak shows up and asks for Suren's help on a dangerous quest. Suren must return to the world she had hoped to leave behind once again.

3. After the Forest by Kell Woods- What happened to Hansel and Gretel after they escaped the Witch? In this book, Greta has become a baker whose gingerbread is beloved but also feared for its addictiveness by the town. But Greta harbors a secret, Greta has kept the witch's grimoire and it speaks to her. When Greta encounters a bear in the woods, it sets off a series of events while dark magic comes creeping into the village. Greta must learn to harbor the magic inside of her if she hopes to save her home. This book went in a different direction than I thought it would based on the description but I absolutely loved it! I will say that the official blurb doesn't really mention the romance and while it isn't the focus, it is a large part of the book. This story is also inspired by Snow White and Rose Red and I loved how the two stories connected.

2. The Only One Left by Riley Sager- As usual, Riley Sager has delivered. In 1929, a shocking murder took place that left the entire Hope family dead aside from one daughter. Believed, but never proven, to be the killer, Lenore Hope now lives in isolation in her family's mansion. Fifty four years later, Kit is a health aid who is assigned to take care of the now elderly Lenore. Lenore is bedridden and almost completely paralyzed save for one hand. When Kit brings Lenore a typewriter, she is shocked when Lenore types out a tempting offer- I want to tell you everything. Kit finds herself deeply entangled in learning the truth of what really happened that night long ago. I absolutely loved the creepy gothic vibes and some of the twists truly shocked me.

1. We Shall be Monsters by Alyssa Wees- So this book doesn't come out until Oct. 2024 but I had the pleasure of reading an advance copy! At its heart, We Shall Be Monsters is a book about the relationships between mothers and daughters. This dark fantasy follows Gemma, a young girl who is forbidden to venture into the woods behind their house. One night, Gemma's life is turned upside down when she witnesses her mother taken by a terrifying monster into the woods. Now Gemma must journey into the woods to save her mother and break a fifteen year old curse that could end in her mother's death. Along the way, Gemma learns things about her mother and herself that she never knew. In alternating chapters we also see Gemma's mother as a teenager falling in love with a strange boy who lives deep in the same dark woods. Beautifully written, this fantasy novel reads like an old fairytale with some twists and a twinge of horror along the way.

[the-kr8tor]

Whoever you heard it from is probably a murderer- YOU CAN'T CURE HANGOVERS WITH SALMONELLA.. Alright everybody lets all join forces again to say no roze for the kink soap. Daily Hobie HC! I've never had mac n cheese before Hobie watched intently as he stirred the ship into the docks of the town, instructing Miles to anchor down the boat on one side, while Ned and Yuri threw down the nets for the crew to climb down. Hobie chuckled as he caught a glimpse of Billie and Ramona finding each other with the fake swords you had given them, while Miles, Yuri and Ned stabilized the ship. On board, the rest, including you, prepared the materials ready to haul off the ship for trading. After all, supplies were becoming a little scarce now, and that wasn't good if there were his two lively kids on board. Hobie walked towards you as you came out from below deck, coming up from behind you and resting his chin on your head as you looked towards Billie and Ramona. His arms snaked around your waist silently, humming softly as he feels your hands brushing against his, finally resting on his wrists. He huffs as he hears your teasing quip on how these must've been his biological kids, baring a striking resemblance to him. Instead of trying to defend himself, he sarcastically and lightheartedly plays into it, his soft fingers stiffening up, digging into your middle ever so slightly just to make you squirm. As Gwen calls out to Billie and Ramona, saying how it's stable for them to climb down, Hobie's snapped out of his little wonderland with you, watching as Gwen picked up Billie first, slowly helping them down one at a time. Once the girls were down, Hobie felt you begin to leave his side. However, after your smartass tease about the girls looking too much like him, he couldn't let you go without some payback. Hobie took off his captain's hat, before dropping it onto your head just before you could start climbing down, making sure he tugged it down enough to obscure your view. He claims that in case of anyone else trying to steal your heart, he must show everyone that you're his with his hat, puffing out his chest pridefully, climbing down the net onto the docks. Hobie watches as you adjust his hat on your head, holding yourself high as you climbed down and landed next to him, as if you were the captain yourself. He couldn't help but have his heart flutter at the way you looked in his hat. He took your hand in his as you both walked off the docks and on land, making sure that Billie and Ramona haven't strayed too far...and possibly committed crimes. However, when he found that they were interacting with some of the townsfolk's children, showing off their trinkets and the wooden swords, he let a sigh slip from his lips, squeezing your hand fondly. After a few minute of supervising, both of you began to converse with some of the townsfolk, letting Pavitr deliver the bag they had kept aside to the orphanage, with Billie and Ramona trailing eagerly behind him. -🐦‍⬛

BAHAHAHAHHAHAHA 🤣

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Omg whatttt! It's so good!

ADORABLE! ADORABLE! ADORABLE! 😍😍😍

I love Billie and mona in this au!! It seems like they could fit in anywhere! Opin! B and r? Yess! Tf b and r? Hell yisss!!!

HHAHAHAHAHHA he's not even denying the allegations anymore 🤣 he's like "oh shit what if i am their dad?" Even tho bro has never been to the twins' home town 🤣🤣🤣

😳 pirate version of the hat rule 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

I can just imagine them sliding down like one of those slides that pop out of an airplane!

[merlinemrys]

20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS

tagged : @queerofthedagger ty mona this was sooooo fun 🫶 tagging : @adhd-merlin | @bellamyblakru | @s0mmerspr0ssen | @groundbreakingdot872 | @lightasthesun | @flight-of-fantasy | @nextstopparis | and anyone else who wants to do this (sorry if you've already been tagged and done it) !!!

1. HOW MANY WORKS DO YOU HAVE ON AO3?

129 . . . i write exclusively short oneshots so take that with a grain of salt.

2. WHAT'S YOUR TOTAL AO3 WORD COUNT?

362,664 which is a feat for ME!

3. WHAT FANDOMS DO YOU WRITE FOR?

semi-regularly:

bbc merlin

marvel (spider-man)

percy jackson

dc (batman and superman)

have written and posted for:

doctor who

house md

grishaverse (the grisha trilogy and six of crows)

alex stern series

the raven cycle / the dreamer trilogy

goncharov (😭)

harry potter

the 100

the magicians

anne with an e

to all the boys i've loved before

4. TOP 5 FICS BY KUDOS?

ACCIDENTAL HEROISM / the batman (2022)

THE JONES-WATSON-PARKERS / mcu spider-man

MYTH CALLS ME LEGEND / bbc merlin

BRING ME HOME / percy jackson

YOU'RE THERE WITH OPEN ARMS / bbc merlin

merlin fandom . . . you will always be famous to ME!

5. DO YOU RESPOND TO COMMENTS?

yes, always (or at least i try).

6. WHAT'S THE FIC YOU WROTE WITH THE ANGSTIEST ENDING?

hmmm . . . WAIT. LAFF. this is so funny because i think it's FINAL GOODBYE, my sole goncharov fic because goncharov dies at the end. fr though, maybe WE CAN MEET AGAIN SOMEWHERE which is a pjo fic where i killed percy off lmao. i have since realized that i apparently don't write a lot of angst . . . an interesting to note about myself for sure!

7. WHAT'S THE FIC YOU WROTE WITH THE HAPPIEST ENDING?

due to the nature of my writing—short oneshots—they all mostly end happily! maybe IN THE NIGHT (mergwenthur with platonic merthur and merwen and romantic arwen) because it was just soft all the way down!

8. DO YOU GET HATE ON FICS?

no, i don't think so.

9. DO YOU WRITE SMUT?

sometimes. the mood just has to strike yk <3

10. DO YOU WRITE CROSSOVERS?

uhh if you mean characters from Fandom A meet and interact with characters from Fandom B then no? i have written fic inspired by other fandoms, but those would be AUs then . . . i'll go with no.

11. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A FIC STOLEN?

not to my knowledge!

12. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A FIC TRANSLATED?

nope. some people have asked though! i was deeply honoured but i like to keep my fics on ao3 instead of any other site and they wanted to post elsewhere.

13. HAVE YOU EVER CO-WRITTEN A FIC BEFORE?

wait. i just remembered, oh my god. SCREAM. does 13 year old me's rp count? because that would retroactively change my answer to the crossover question since i DID do that. it was so godawful and was probably 100k—started out as bbc sherlock fic and then bbc merlin got in there along with doctor who and supernatural and probably every fandom under the sun after that. we never posted that anywhere (thank GOD) but what a time. i don't co-write now. not for any particular reason, but i don't think it's come up.

14. WHAT'S YOUR ALL TIME-FAVOURITE SHIP?

see, this question is so hard because i write and consume so much different media. at the moment, in my current doctor who phase, i'll say tenrose! ask me during a different phase and you will get a different answer hehehe <3

15. WHAT'S A WIP YOU WANT TO FINISH BUT DOUBT YOU WILL?

all of four of them 😭 one reason i write oneshots is because my interests wanes so fast. you'll be hard pressed to find me in the same hyperfixation for longer than a few months, but i always come back eventually. specifically, RENEGADE'S RETURN (dc dick grayson-centric) would be the WIP imo because i posted that with no intention to finish it. all the other ones i had hopes, but this one . . . no </3

16. WHAT ARE YOUR WRITING STRENGTHS?

prose and characterisation. i think i'm getting pretty good at writing in the pov character's voice. like if you take my house md fic and compare it to . . . i don't know my raven cycle fic, i think the voices are distinct enough even with my same writing style:

HOUSE MD: New Orleans sticks to House’s skin. It reminds him of the Philippines. Long days baking under the sun, oppressive heat blanketing his entire body, sweat pooling at the top of his lip. At least when he was in the Philippines, he wore shorts and a tank top to cool down. Currently, there are about three layers on his chest—undershirt, button-up, blazer—and the AC in this place wheezes and puffs out mildly cold air like an overweight asthmatic kid attempting to run a marathon. THE RAVEN CYCLE: Adam Parrish does not have many things. A bare IKEA mattress, various pieces of makeshift furniture made out of cardboard, and a three-dollar rug he found at a sale. It’s not much, but it’s his and he’s proud of it. Sometimes, though, pride doesn’t discount how hot Virginia summers are. His skin is sticky with it, the light cotton of his shirt clinging to him, restlessness twisting under his skin.

i tried to pick two snippets that are generally about the same thing (summer heat!). at least to Me, this seems different enough in tone, but you know. vibes!

17. WHAT ARE YOUR WRITING WEAKNESSES?

my inability to write long form is genuinely not only a weakness but so so so detrimental to me fr. every fic i have written can EASILY be at least 25k EACH. probably more (definitely more) because i write the moments in between or . . . [sigh] let me say this instead. with longfic, there's usually a moment or a scene that you want to get to, the whole fic is culminating to that scene so you write thousands upon thousands of words to get to where the that scene would make sense in context, yes? well. for Me . . . i just write The Scene™

18. THOUGHTS ON WRITING DIALOGUE IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE?

i'd fuck up google translate so fast (and have), so something like "they speak in spanish" or "'hi, how are you?' they ask in spanish" would be preferable to me.

19. FIRST FANDOM YOU WROTE FOR?

definitely pjo percabeth fic at the age of like . . . ten (10). i posted it on ffnet and have since scrubbed from the internet.

20. FAVOURITE FIC YOU'VE EVER WRITTEN?

funnily enough i created a series which is just fav fics that i've written which sounds so egotistical, but whatever. there are 13 works in there, i believe, and most of them are merlin lol. but in recent memory it has to be a tie between JUDAS KISS and THREAD OF GOLD (both arwen fic !!!) because i experimented with my writing sooooo much there, JUDAS KISS being first person and THREAD OF GOLD being second person. i typically write a close third person pov especially for fic. my prose is wired for that, but it was so fun to try to do that for first and second anddddd i got some banger lines out of it so a win's a win!

THREAD OF GOLD: Your father’s presence is larger than life. Larger than love. It looms. It casts shadows long enough to hide every hope and dream you’ve ever had for yourself. JUDAS KISS: All I can think about is Arthur. His rage is fine as a blade, sharpened by the betrayal I have dealt him.

[sonicasura]

Meeting a New Friend (2/2)

Meanwhile at another part of Mementos a young monster wrangler with silver hair and pointed ears is wandering the grim halls

DQ:HELLO!!!....ROSE!!!....DUFFER!!!...EILEEN!!!....DEVLIN!!!... nothing this is bad, not only am I lost * looks into bag* all my monsters except for Slime are gone and that creature that attcked me earlier it wasn't a monster because I could actually fight it, hmmm father's curse won't allow me to fight monsters so... what did I fight?

No that doesn't matter right now, all that matters is finding the rest of my team, which according to the HeliPad one should be futher down.

With the Thieves

Panther: So ahh... which is giving the strongest feeling at the moment.

Joker: Not sure all the pathways are feeling about the same, the aura stopped flaring awhile ago.

Skull: Man this effin' sucks, we had a good idea where that aura was comin' from now we can't tell which way it is anymore. Haaaa... hey Mona since your a cat you got a good nose right? Can you sniff out the aura of somethin'.

Mona: I NOT A CAT!!! What's so hard to understand about that and if we we're in a Palace maybe but Mementos is much trickier and beside's it's not like I'll randomly have the.... an....swer.... MMMMEEEOWWWW!!!! HHHIISSSSS!!! HHHIISSSS!!!

Skull: WHOA, WHAT THE HELL MONA!?!?!

Mona: BAD, BAD, BAD, A REAPER, A REAPER'S NEAR!!! ( Morgana told them before they went down into Mementos about the Reaper)

Arsene: Joker that strange aura just flared up again, and It's from the direction which the Reaper is, I fear that the Reaper may be trying to kill that aura.

Arsene's words where all that's needed for Joker and the gang to jump into action.

When they get there the Reaper is beating down horribly on DQ whose clutching a newly retrived magic capsule while using there claymore to block as many strikes as possible.

Decideding to ask questions later the group acts, Joker pulls of the Reapers mask in a surprise attack dazing it, Panther and Skull both fire off magic attacks to enhance the Reapers daze, and Mona throws some smoke bombs to give them cover. When the Reaper snaps out of it's daze, everyone is gone and the Reaper gives a horrifying scream at the loss of it's prey.

Everyone regroups at the entrance to Mementos where they question DQ and the wrangler tells them who they are and shows them there pointed ears and monsters Slime and Golem ( haven't thought of good names yet) to futher prove there story.

After the Explanation

DQ: That's my story... why are you all looking at me like that?

Joker/Skull/Panther: *Shock*

Mona: *Close to fainting*

Arsene: Well this just got interesting

-New Friend Aquired😊

Considering how many times I got lost in Mementos or barely dodged a Reaper jumpscare by the skin of my teeth while under level, this is so accurate. That Shadow also LOVES to target weaknesses for extra damage. I'm not surprised one bit about Mona going nuts if one is close by.

Arsène is having fun as he loves surprises. To him, it spices up the adventure. For monster nicknames, Gooey for Slime and Boulder for Golem. Simple but accurate.

[lestappenforever]

mona whatttttt helloooooo you are such a gift i was not expecting another fic so soon! (even though i am slightly scared of the angst) I would love to know what your writing process is like. you’re awesome 💗

Anon, you are far too kind, thank you so much. 🥹

Honestly, I wasn't expecting to write another fic so soon either, but then again, most of my work is never planned ahead of time, it just spirals out of an idea that pops up in my head that I simply can't stop thinking about. Which is a pretty good summary of what my writing process typically looks like.

Inspiration and motivation to write has a tendency to strike me out of nowhere. A lot of my fics exist because I've been listening to a song when I'm walking to or from work, and a Lestappen idea just plants itself in my brain and refuses to leave until I write the damn thing. And once I get an idea and feel motivated to write it, I do just that: I just sit down and start writing, with about 10-20% of the fic planned out ahead of time while the rest just happen as I go along. When I wrote Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes), I only had the major events of the fic planned out ahead of time. Everything else just happened as I was writing.

Depending on how much time I have and just how inspired I feel, sometimes I finish a fic in one sitting, whereas other times I need days or even weeks to finalize it. What type of fic I'm writing also impacts how long it will take to finish. What I struggle with writing the most and what takes the longest for me is actually smut. Angst and fluff has a tendency to flow more easily, while smut often has me sitting there, just staring at my screen for ages.

I also usually write chronologically, as in I start at the beginning and then work my way towards the end. It's very rare for me to write random parts for the fic and then put everything together at the end as my brain simply does not work well if that's the way I'm trying to write. The only exception was of course the collab I did with @f1writingbyme, 19 Times The Grid Saved Lestappen (And One Time They Didn't Need To), but then again, that was a fic that didn't really need to be written chronologically, as it consisted of many smaller individual parts that in most cases could be put anywhere in the fic.

So yeah, that is a little insight into my writing process! Please don't hesitate to ask if you have any further questions.

You are absolutely wonderful, anon, thank you so much for this ask. ❤️

[brightlotusmoon]

Me, watching DnD Honor Among Thieves while very high on sativas before the migraine strikes again: I am in love with this entire movie and will never be normal about it, I wish for five sequels and a series.

Also me: So I may have completely dreamed up that teamup between Jordan Peele and Junji Ito starring Keegan Michael Key, Janelle Monae, Rita Ora, and the main cast of Everything Everywhere All At Once. It was an amazing movie through the eyes of cats witnessing a casual eldritch horror. Also there was an Everything Bagel that served as a portal.

[whatthefishh]

🌹shipping: Any gender! I trust your judgement. 🥰♥️

Alright 3 facts about me:

1. I enjoy journaling/writing poetry. 📝

2. Other than vampires my second favorite mythical creature are mermaids/sirens. ✨

3. I use to take ballet in high school. 🩰

Hi honeyyy

I ship you with Steven Grant

I know, I know. Steven? Again? Hear me out.

The man adoreeessss speaking with you for hours about mythology, comparing notes and theories and excerpts from different novels the both of you have read. He will listen to you for hours without ever making you feel like you’re a nuisance and you’ll do the same for him, because for the two of you it never is. Just riveting conversation about your shared interests 🥰

Steven will buy you pretty notebooks of all colours and sizes for your different needs; one small and pretty one for your purse on the go, if inspiration ever strikes; one bigger and leather bound notebook, at home use and comfortable to set in your lap as you scribble away lines and words that make him fall endlessly more in love with you. He loves feeding this habit of yours, loves being a part of it even if it’s so minuscule. To you, it’s the sweetest thing though.

When you’re feeling off or down, and you try to hide it from the world, he knows. It’s almost like a soul tie. He can tell and without poking or prodding, he’s just a little more gentle with you, guiding you to sit as he cooks for you or pushes you into the bathroom to take a bath that he’s set up for you. He always knows how to make you feel accepted and loved.

I hope you like it darling 💕

Xo Mona

🤍.

[beatrice1979a]

Fresco - Me hace daño verte

It hurts me to see you

It hurts me to see you / I wish you would go away I would give everything to have the power for you to disappear

I try to forget you in any way But it's becoming impossible for me, If you go anywhere

If you go anywhere I'm walking, in a couple kissing In the rainbow you use for makeup, when you're not crying

In every street I see your smile As suggestive as Mona Lisa My poetry ends, My life goes away if I see you again

*And if I see you again I swear to God I'll kill myself I wish a lightning bolt would strike me, a meteorite, and disappear

*And if you see me I'll surely act strange Because I'm still in love with your coffee-colored eyes

It hurts me to see you, I wish you knew Wishing for your death is not enough/ If it were possible

I'm not asking for much, Because even though it hurts I have to accept and acknowledge that you go anywhere

(chorus repeats)

You can't imagine what I would give To get you out of my mind I try, I try And I try and you're always present

(I love the way you look at me) (I spent the whole night looking for) (The way to forget you once and for all)

[existentialmagazine]

Review: MONA’s groovy indie and alt-rock blend ‘Told Ya’ delivers lyrical hooks, evolving euphoric sounds and an empowering message

US based vocalist, songwriter and producer Nick Brown found himself striving to create, and his solo project MONA has become the perfect outlet for it. Named after his grandmother Mona Brown, the band have since brought the world the same amount of love she brought to him, first storming onto the music scene after appearing as part of the BBC Sound of 2011 poll and going on to win the Brand-New Act award at the MTV awards the same year. With his newest single ‘Told Ya’, MONA proudly boasts his third single of the year, finally back in action after two years of distance.

Embracing an alternative-rock and indie-rock blended sound in a way you’ve likely never heard it done before, MONA dances through ‘Told Ya’ with an air of exuberant swagger and dear intimacy all at once, easing between the paralleled emotions like it’s a simple transition. Led in with incredibly soft, echoed guitar string plucks and tentative drums, both interlaced with hauntingly agile vocals from MONA, this introductory moment is one that sets the tone to be delicate and fragile at its core. Slowly building into more of a padded sound, ‘Told Ya’ cascades through quickly strummed guitar and rising beats before collapsing into an unexpected dance-along groove for the choruses’ vibrant outburst. Between powerful thudding beats, exuberant electric guitar riffs, deep bass twangs and a high-energy concoction of sounds, ‘Told Ya’ comes out of its shell with a euphoric blast of energy. Tied together by MONA’s shifted charismatic vocal delivery, you’ll find yourself sweetly serenaded through a higher range with the most addictively striking tone, looped on the choruses’ hook and the infectiousness of the sound. The tenderness is always buried within though, lulling back down to its brittle heart in the final, drawn-out atmospheric fade-out of instruments. At around three and a half minutes in length, ‘Told Ya’ surprisingly feels longer as though it bears the cinematic unravelling of a coming-of-age movie, the kind of song you can listen to over and over and never get tired of it.

Lyrically personal and eager to leave you taking away more than anticipated, MONA writes of a simple step in going in the direction that feels right for you, following your own dreams and desires without letting anyone’s opinions get in the way. As it opens with the line ‘here we are again, at this thing again’, MONA seemingly sets this tone right away but with an air of depth you may not immediately pick up on, finding himself torn between head and heart. Continuing with the lyric ‘say it, just let it out’, MONA seems to encourages not letting anything unresolved stir within, grabbing every opportunity with both hands rather than shying away from what scares you. Tying in the themes of a potentially crumbling relationship, MONA sings ‘now you’re asking if I’m sober, are you asking if it’s over?’, a nod to the human condition of never quite asking what you really want to know or need. Pushing those who listen to be unafraid, bold and empowered by their choices and feelings, ‘Told Ya’ is a shining light there to guide you through, even when you’re far beyond the safety net of your comfort zone. An overall positive energy rings through the entire track, most prominently displayed in the chorus hook ‘thought that I told ya, that this is never over’, a dedication to make things work regardless of the difficulties because ultimately they’re what he wants. More hard hitting than it perhaps appears on the surface, ‘Told Ya’ transcends you through a sound and story well beyond your expectations, leaving you eager for more.

Check out ‘Told Ya’ here journey through MONA’s heavenly sound and lyrically enriching undertones.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

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