#RUNNING AROUND BOUNCHING OFF THE WALLS

[hexcii]

BASHJSSHSHAHAA NO THIS IS LITERALLY IT

@hexcii I'm very much enjoying the early chapters of the name game lmao

[tf-guru]

A centuries long rivalry [M demon->f pig] [F->slug] MC

It was a day like most days at Motel Change. Junior and Aubrey were inside discussing future business while Jeffery worked outdoors with their farmland Harold. While to some (including to the visitors they lie to) it seemed Junior was Aubrey and Jefferys nephew. This, however, was not the truth. In fact, Junior was older than both Aubrey and Jeffery combined. Their names aren't even genuine, just something pronounceable by the human tounge.

"Looks like we could do with another cow on the farm, and definitely another chicken. I can start scouting for a potential target. Also, I'll talk to Harold about him maybe playing a roll in this next hit, for added security and genuinty."

"That should work with us."

As they spoke unbeknownst to them a car slipped past the magical barrier that isolated the farm from the outside world. It was a single black Bently with a special pan flute shaped hood ornament.

As the car parked in the parking lot the pair finally became aware of their unexpected visitor.

"What was that?" Aubrey asked cautiously.

"I dont know, wait one second." Junior peaked out the window as a figure exited the vehicle. It was a 6'5 well built man. He wore a long maroon trench coat which was out of place jn the midsummer heat. But perhaps most peculiar of all was that in place of normal legs he had the hooved haunches of a goat.

"Shit." Junior said quietly as the man approached the door. Junior then closed his eyes and harnessed an energy deep inside him. For a moment it felt as if his insides had been replaced with the contents of a lava lamp but when he opened his eyes the feeling disappated. Opening his eyes Junior could see the various magical currents running through the air. Tiny bits of magical residue were splattered along the wall.

The door to the motels front office opened and the goat man stepped in. Junior could see a wall of magical interference to the front of the man. Then, the man spoke

"I am here on the behalf of the Demigod Pan. I believe you know why I am here."

"Why did Pan send one of his lackeys instead of showing up himself?" Questioned Junior

"Pan wants what was taken from him. You have till years end to return it or there will be consequences." Before Junior could respond Aubrey said

"I will not be threatened in my own domain! You won't be able to even report back to Pan when I'm done!" Junior watched as magical energy concentrated in her hands before launching it at the man.

"Wait!" He shouted but it was too late, the spell hit the aura surrounding the man before bounching back and hitting Aubrey square in the chest.

The effect was immediate. Aubrey held up her hands as a viscous green slime began to ooze from her every pore. Then, her hands slowly lowered and merged into her sides. On what were her arms the skin turned into a dull brown slick texture. The slime spread down her body and with it her skin changed. As her legs moved together she hobbled over to Junior

"Jousnher plesh help meeslh" as she spoke slime poured from her mouth and with it her face changed. Two long eyestalks sprouted from her eyes, except her eyes were atop them. She made another attempt to speak but onky slime came out. She began to fall and brushed Junior on the way down, hitting him with slime. She began to shrink and before long Junior was standing next to a pile of clothes and slime. Moving her clothes out of the way Junior searched until he found the slime covered slug in the clothing. He picked her up and faced the man again.

"Are you going to make the same mistake?" Junior slowly shook his head as he caressed the slug.

"Good, now where is the Uden Crown?" Suddenly the man heard a shotgun cocking behind him

"Its not here and Pan will never get it!" Before the man could turn around the Jeffery fired the shotgun. Junior watched the protective aura all move to the wound in order to repair it. In that moment Junior took his shot, launching a spell right at the man.

From either the spell or the pellets in his back the man doubled over and looked at Junior

"This isn't over! Pan will see through your reckoning and I will take my place among the gods!" The man braced himself against the ground as he gained weight. His muscled pecs turned to fat, milk filled teats as more lined his body. He let out and involuntary oink as his nose flared up and extended outwards. His cheeks grew fatter and even more fat covered his body. His ears expanded and flopped over. His fingers and toes crusted over into sow hooves. His anus puffed up but his already equine penis shrank and shrank until inverting into his body, forming a thick vagina. With one finally look upwards the man began to lose his human intelligence as his eyes shifted from blue to black.

After the transformation finished Jeffery ran over to Junior and his wife while the pig chewed on some of his old clothes. Junior inspected the slug in his hands and handed it to Jeffery.

"It shouldn't take too long to reverse this spell, considering it was off a reflection barrier. Hmmmm. Pan is getting smarter with the protections he puts on his servants."

Jeffery didn't respond

"Im going to leave the pig man over near one of Pans Hotspots, let him know we got the message."

Jeffery only nodded.

Pan was informed of the sow at about noon the next day. Unable to undo the transformation he made a mental note to hire a new servant.

"You may think you're safe on that farm of yours Junior but you're day is coming. You're day is coming."

[princehec-tor-kur]

Vampire x Vampire Hunter

Entrapta hoped the door bell wouldn't have been drowned out by the loud roaring of thunder in the completely blackened skies. She tried the door knocker the next time. Maybe it faired better that the bell or maybe the bell was heard, but the response to the door was delayed. In any case the short woman heard the components of the rusty lock turn and twist with clicks and clanks. The huge wooden door, with the stature of a tree, slowly swang open.

In the door way was a woman, tall, thin. Her skin grey and tarnished by the elements. Her hair black and untaimed, Entrapta could relate. The woman's lower face was covered by a cloth, her eyes white like marble. She quirked her brow at the abnormally small woman and asked, "Well?"

The shorter lady responded with a bounch in her step, "Oh! Hey, I'm Entrapta. Entrapta Vesselak," the other woman stares with a blank expression on her face waiting for anything significant, "I-eh, I'm the world famous vampire hunter: En-trap-ta... rings a bell?"

That got the servent woman to change her expression, it worpped to an expression of surprise and confusion. Her eyes narrowed and her head leaned forward. "What?"

Entrapta wasn't sure if the woman didn't understand so she continued, "I was invited here. For a dinner feast to discuss funding for further projects." Entrapta began gesturing with her hands hopeing it would set some alarms off in the womans head. She hoped she didn't take a wrong turn and entered up at the wrong haunted looking castle.

"Invited by wh-"

"Shadow Weaver."

The woman, Shadow Weaver, was cut off by a deeper, smoother voice. It imerged from the shadows, accompanied with the sound of heels clacking against the floor. Weaver's head snapped back, her posture folding up in fear.

"Why is the quest in the cold?" A figure stood half cloacked in shadows, maybe Entrapta was going crazy, but she could swear his eyes were glowing. Weaver stumbled and mummbled, the tall man dismissed her with a single gesture.

Entrapta happily hopped in, "You must be, Lord Hordak. Neat castle."

"And you must be the infamious Dr. Entrapta Vesselak... you're smaller than I expected." A smirk playing across his face. Entrapta didn't know what it was, but she liked it.

The two walked and talked for what felt like hours, Hordak showing the hunter around the castle, which he dubbed The Fright Zone. How it ran. And all the occupents taking residence in it. Entrapta found out that the Lord didn't live in the castle alone. With their was his adopted daughter Catra and her wife Baroness Scorpia. His servent Shadow Weaver who was the care taker of the children. And his son, Imperium. Strangely enough, Hordak always talked about Imp, as he nicknamed him, as if he was with them at all times, but Entrapta didn't see a living soul except a lone bat fluttering over the chandellier. Following them.

They finally made their way into the dinning hall, which was a blessing, because Entrapta was starving. The table was massive in length, the two opposite seats seemed like they were carved out of gold. Much to his surprise Entrapta chose the regular seat next to his.

That shocked him more was to learn that the young woman was a scientist, focusing on study, observation and research, but she didn't mind getting her gloves dirty if need be. The dinner was grand and feast rich with variety of flavour like no other. But Entrapta barely touched her plate, her mouth was too occupied with riddling the lord with questions. She was intrigued. Nothing stopped Entrapta when she was intrigued.

Hordak himself had to admite he was inthralled with the woman. A first glance she seemed nothing more than childish, but the more she opened up the more she revealed herself as an intellectual and quite the amoral type. She had a dark sense of humour, he noted. She passively joked about how she ran out of subjects from her home town of Dryl so she resorted to running after squirels.

She, in fact, was quite the joker, dry humour that clearly was made to make herself laugh. Very much what a person would consider dad humour.

Hordak was guilty himself of chuckling at some of the aweful punchlines. Against his better judgement he smiled, revealing his sharp canines. His nose scrunched up and a snort came out of his giggle.

That seemed to have caught the woman's attention, because a brief moment of silence ingulfed them. Hordak swore her eyes darted to his lips at least twice before she restablished direct eye contact with him. This time the look was different. Not just intrigue now, something else, something that made Hordak gag on clean air.

The dinner was cut short the moment Entrapta manifested a mischiefious grin, this time Hordak saw her teeth. He ubruptly stood up in a hurry, wished her good rest and waltzed upstairs to, presumably, his bedroom.

She was quite confused by the action, but followed suite and found her way towards her own guest room. She set her things up in her room in record time. All her traps and hunting apparatus was laided out around the floor in rows in alphabetical order.

Entrapta stared up at the ceiling from her queen sized bed and it's strong wooden arcs. She smiled and sounded a victorious 'yes' to herself. She was bad at using or understanding social ques, but from what she could gather, the dinner went well. She had the funding garanteed. A squeal of excitement escaped her, some proper money for research and materials would be a nice change from scavenging scarps around Dryl for weapons. After the Church of BrightMoon pulled their support, the whole hunting vampires business went slightly stail. But now with THE Lord Hordak and his wealth, the research could continue. So much studing to be done.

She had a good feeling. This time maybe she could actually capture one instead of burning them like usual. Vampires, such facinating creatures. So much to learn. It is unfortunet that some fear knowledge, like BrightMoon, they just wanted the creatures gone. Entrapta would've done anything to get to cut one open and take a peek inside.

A strange feeling crept up on her. Like someone was watching. She turned her head to the giant open window, white curtains bellowing inward. The window framed a perfect picture of the moon, not a single cloud in the sky. No stars either strangely enough. A thin, croocked, withered tree stood infront of the moon. It's trunk swaying from side to side as if about to snap in half anytime. It's branchs like claws reaching for the moon as if to grasp it.

On one of the blackened branches, Entrapta noted, was the same bat that was following her and Lord Hordak in the halls earlier. It starred at the woman with judgemental annoyance. As if examining her for something, in puzzlement.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She hesitently dragged her eyes away from the curious bat and stepped to the wooden door. Entrapta swung the doors open, her head skimmed the hallway, left to right. No one was on the outside of the door. She scratched her scalp.

She heart almost jumped out her throat when she turned around to see two new faces in her room. How did they get in? From the descriptions give to her by Lord Hordak earlier, she could presume these were Catra and Scorpia.

The skinner girl, the one with heterocromic eyes, Catra, reminder her a lot of Hordak. The slightly pointed ears, the sharp nails, the teeth, very similar. Curious. The lord specified the girl was not of blood, yet she seemed like a perfect mirror image of him.

The other was much taller, more muscular, platinum hair and firm hands. The taller woman was humbly sitting on a stool, her knees inward, her left hand giving a slight wave. The shorter one was looking away, out the window, at the bat. She asked without turning to the visitor.

"So... you're the new chew toy the boss has been so wind up about?" Her heterocromic eyes sized her up with a judgemental expression. "She don't seem like much."

"Hey!" Entrapta pouted.

"I think she's nice. So does Lord Hordak. It might be a nice change. Lord Hordak is rarely nice and often so grumpy."

"I'm in the room you know... so... hi. I'm Entrapta, you probably know that already." The scientist scratched her head at the awkward introduction. She wasn't good at social interactions. Not good with people. She was always more of an outcast, a weirdo. An outsider looking in. She observed people, analysed how they interacted, how they acted in particular situations. Then, she copied them. Put a mask on. Surprisingly enough, she hadn't found a need to put one up today, infront of Lord Hordak. He didn't seem repulsed by her morbid sense of curiousity and sense of humour. He actually seemed to gravitate towards her because of her quirks.

She enjoyed that. Having someone locked into her own pull. She enjoyed being in the presence of another intellictual and being able to converse with one. Their session of bouncing ideas off of each other was refreshing, no one ever took interest in her line of work. Not a surprise. Not many people want to be vampire hunters. It was tidious work.

"You must be Catra and Scorpia, right? Cool beans."

The scientist extended her hand to the slightly hairy woman, she looked like she just woke up to a bad hair day. Entrapta could painfully relate. The cat-like figure starred at the forwarded hand and back at Entrapta. And back and forth a couple of times.

"I don't see it. 'Dak must be getting desparate."

"Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?!" Entrapta replied with a slightly angered face now.

Catra scoffed, slowly making her way to the scientist, circling around her. Her heterochromic eyes wondered up and down seemingly unimpressed by the woman. Entrapta didn't pay much attention her her and tried to ease back into the conversation.

"Soooo. You guys live here right? How long? How long have you been married? Did you guys see that little bat followin' me around? Do you know if the castle walls are made from hellstone or brickdwell? Are there any secret doors or passageways? 'Cause I definetly spotted a couple on my way here. Do you think Lord Hordak is more of a milk chocolate guy or dark chocolate? ...Too many questions?"

"Yeah, kind of." Scorpia jestured a tipping shake with her hand. "But definetly milk chocolate." The taller woman stood up and slowly made her way to the scientist and extended her hand to her with a proper greeting. "So yes, I'm Baroness Scorpia and my wild cat over here tring to pull off an intimidating Hordak impressions is my lovely Lady Catra."

At that remark, a slight blush crept on Catra's face. She attempted to hide the rising red by looking away. Entrapta smiled at that.

Scorpia questioned the hunter one more time, "Umm, Professor Entrapta. If we may ask you a question... why are you here? Your arrival here, was not announced to us. What does Lord Hordak wish to gain from you?"

"A one night stand."

"Catra."

"What?! You know he's a freak! And a vampire hunter, dude's a weirdo."

"That's not true. And you know it. Lord Hordak will faint faster keeping direct I contact with a woman than standing in the sun."

"Again. Still in the room you guys... also what was that thing about the sun?"

The two of them looked back at her, Scorpia with an expression of guilt and worry and Catra of confusion and annoyance. "She doesn't- he didn't- *sighs*. Of course he didn't."

Once again there was an unannounced knock on the door. All of the three heads shot to the dark wood. Everything in the room became colder and quieter. Catra gave off a 'pfft' and waved her hand dismissably, while Scorpia posed up right more honorably and seriously. Entrapta decided she would be the one to open the door, since the other two just stood back silently. After the turn of the nob, the other side of the wood revealed Lord Hordak himself.

The lord opened his mouth to say something, a sensire expression on his face, however he stopped. His brow quirked up, he looked back at the room behind Entrapta. She herself turned around to bring the other two into the conversation, but to Entrapta's surprise no one was there. The bedroom was empty. However the frown on the man's face suggested he was aware of the self-invited guests.

Lord Hordak looked back down to the woman, shifting gears, he opened his mouth again. There were those canines again. Real sharp... really... really sharp. Almost... abnormally. "I must apologise doctor."

"For what?" Entrapta tilted her head to the side.

"Well, rather someone else is to apologise for there actions," just then Entrapta noticed a smaller figure step around from behind the lord's black cape. A young boy stepped out, hands figiting together at his tummy, eyes looking down at his feet. A look of embarasement was on his face. "This is Imp and the boy had the audacity to spy on you, and I also see other unwelcomed guests have violated your priva-"

"HE'S SO CUTE!"

Entrapta immiediately knelt down to the boy and flashed a wide grin, she extended to pat the young child on head and ruffle through his white turf of hair. Which prompted the child to show a rosey blush across the cheeks. The little kid's enjoyment was interupted by a forced koff from the lord. Imp immiediately straightened himself out and signed with his two hands 'I'm sorry.'

"Sorry? I did-"

"It means 'I'm sorry'."

"Oh, that's alright." Entrapta waved it off with a hand gesture, she turned back to Hordak. Their eyes locked, the hunter finding the red glow of them quite aluring. "I thought you said you were going to sleep mister." Her lips curved upward. Hordak's eyes grew twice the size with nervousness, he could feel himself start to sweat.

"I- eh- couldn't sleep... I wished to speak with you about uhmmm any possible future projects."

"Uh huh."

"Perhaps projects to involve us both."

"You specialise in traps my lord?" Entrapta asked curiously.

"I tinker. Idle hands are the devil's workshop."

"So you're a man of God?"

"I'm half the man I used to be. But what is left of me is of science... shall we talk later? I must escort the young fella to his quarters." Hordak felt the little boy clench closer to his leg. The man picked the child up in his arms and pulled him closer to his chest.

"It's a date."

Hordak did his best to ignore the remark and turned around to leave with the boy. He turned back briefly, "Oh and if anyone else bothers you during the night. Let me know." He continued off.

"Okky dokki! Sweet dreams!" Entrapta waved them off.

Imp signed with his hands to Hordak as they decended the staircase, 'I like her.'

"Me too. But let's not get too cozy. She IS the enemy and it's good to keep your enemies close."

[sweetie-suga]

Midnight Fun

Pairing: Sub!Jimin x Y/N

Genre: Smut, little fluff

Warning: orgasm denial, teasing, begging, overstimulation, biting, hair pulling, toys, choking

Summary: It was around twelve Am when you were awoken by familiar whines and soft moans coming from your sweet boyfriend Jimin. You couldn't tell if he was touching himself or dreaming or even a mix of both. You decided to help you sweet little boyfriend with his troubles

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You were dreaming of a calm lake, the sky was ocean blue as the sun kissed the back of your head. But that soothing feeling was shattered as your eyes slowly opened, seeing nothing but darkness and the red light of your digital clock.

You felt upset at your boyfriend since you knew he was the one to destroy your sweet dream.

But your little bit of anger built up it quickly disappeared as you felt the bed slightly shaking side to side and familiar whimpering.

You stay deadly still as you listen to your boyfriend softly saying your name as the bed slightly shook as he was touching his cock to the thought of you. You didn't really know what to do in this situation, you've never had to deal with Jimin touching himself cause he always asked you for help, but even then you didn't mind giving him a hand.

As you listen to your boyfriend getting off to his thoughts you hear his breath quicken, slowly reaching his high. As you listen and feel yourself getting better by listening to his soft whimpers you got an idea.

As he was just about to come you move closer to Jimin, acting as if you were just shifting in your sleep. He quickly removed his hand from his twitching cock and let's out a breathy whine. As he tries his best to keep control and ignore the denied orgasm you basically gave him you rub your head in his back, also placing your hand on his almost bare waist.

You could feel his skin warm up your cold hand, feeling the small balls of sweat that was building up on him as he touched himself. Jimins shaky breaths soon became controlled as he did his best to ignore his neglected cock rubbing up against his soft stomach.

You softly smile to yourself as you let your hand lazily slide down closer to your boyfriends needy and greedy cock making him quietly panic. He looks down at your hand quickly and then looks up at the ceiling, hoping you won't get any closer. But, of course, not all wishes can be granted as your finger tips glide against his shaft making his whole body twitch.

You add onto the tention and fear of being caught by letting out an annoyed groan, "Jimin don't move so much." You whine and you get closer to him, your chest pressing up against his warm back. At this point your hand lazily holding his cock, you could feel the pre-cum slowly sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

You then feel Jimins hand slowly and carefully wrap around your hand and his cock, making you give him a slow handjob. You gently bite your bottom lip as your needy boyfriend uses your soft hands to get off. You could tell he loved your hands so much as his quiet moans become more frequent as he uses your hand more and more.

Jimin then keep your hand still as he slowly fucks your hand, getting him dangerously closer to his high. He fucks your hand harder and faster as he gets closer and closer but you had an idea that would make him think twice about not asking permission to fuck himself next to your sleeping body.

As your poor little boyfriend was about to come you rip your hand away from his cock, you sit up quickly as Jimin does the same. You could see his face even though it was dark in your shared room, his puppy dog eyes spelled everything out for you. He was frightened, surprised, and needy.

"B-baby! I-I'm sorry I was just-" "you were being a needy little punk weren't you?" You interrupt him as you stare deep into his soul. He bites the inside of his cheek as he nods a little. You scoff as you get closer to your sweet and submissive boy and grab a fist full of his soft hair, making him gasp and whine and lean into your rough touch. You smile as your tilt his head and lick his neck before biting and sucking on his soft and sensitive skin.

He moans and whines more as you hold his hair tightly in your hand, you quickly notice how much he really needed you. How much he loved your touch, soft or rough, he loved everything you did to him. Even if it made him cry from pain and pleasure, he loved everything.

As your fingers get tangled in Jimins soft hair, and your teeth biting his soft skin, you use your other hand to palm the tip of his twitching cock.

All of this teasing was driving Jimin wild, his eyes closed tightly as his mouth was hung open, his moans spilling out of his precious mouth. As you listened to your boyfriends sweet moans and whimpers, you feel yourself become wetter and wetter by the second. The desire to just ride him until he breaks becomes overwhelming as you bite him harder to ignore your body's begging.

You feel Jimins hands reach up to your waist and slither around you, pulling you closer to him. He could tell your body needed something in return but he wouldn't dare dominate you. He loves to follow orders and obey your every word.

The urge to ride your sweet boyfriend because painful, your body needed him inside of you, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You pushed Jimin back against the mattress as you quickly pulled your shorts and panties off and threw them across the room. You then quickly straddled your boyfriends lap and pushed his cock inside of your dripping pussy.

Moans spilled out of your mouth as you ruthlessly rode Jimins cock, loving the feeling of his cock filling you up. Jimins sweet voice only made you want to destroy him even more as he warns you that he might cum. "You cum when I say you can or else~" you say as your press your hands against his chest as you bounch on his cock. "Pl-please~ l-let me cum~ please~" Jimin begged you as he tried his best not to cum, the feeling was painful but he liked it, maybe too much.

A sweet thought came across your mind, "Don't you dare cum, if you do there will be hell to pay." You say as you place your hands roughly around his throat. You watched Jimins face as he bites his lips and his eyes glaze over, you loved to see how submissive your sweet boyfriend could get.

You could practically made him do anything if you did certain things, you could make him cum on his own face if he positioned himself against the wall, you could have him call himself a slut 40 times and watch his face turn a soft pink, you even made the baby boy slap his thighs with a brush or your favorite toy, a bamboo stick.

Sudden you felt it, your baby boy cumming inside of you. You knew exactly what to do with him, as you pushed off of Jimin you watched his face turn from sweet bliss to fear as you got off the bed and toward your closet.

You felt Jimins worried eyes follow you as you opened the closet and searched for something, something special, something you loved and Jimin hated with all his precious heart. Your eyes roamed around until they locked onto a small box, you opened it to find soft hand cuffs, blindfolds, soft ropes, and then the special little device.

You turned around while keeping the evil surprise behind your back, Jimin quickly shook his head, knowing exactly what it was while watching the cord drag behind you. "N-no, please not that baby please!" He begged you, you rolled your eyes and smiled at him. "You didn't listen, so you're gonna be punished. Do I ever break a promise?" You as him, his eyes flinched back and forth as he started at the blanket beneath him, trying to find a way out of this punishment.

"Oh sweetie there's no way out, just accept your punishment and it will be over in a flash!" You say as you plug in the device to an outlet behind your nightstand. You kept the device behind you as your thumb hovered over the power button, itching to press it just to tease him.

"I-I... Please baby don't make it long~" he whined as your smile grew wider and wider. " I'll have to think about it, it depends if you're good or not~" you say as you finally press the button and revealing the device.

It was a pretty sky blue vibrating wand. Jimins eyes just grew more desperate and scared. You've used it on him countless times but every time you do use it you always overstimulate him and deny him of his orgasm.

You sit back down on the bed next to your subby baby as you press the wand against the tip of his cock, making it twitch and red from sensitivity. Jimin grabs onto the sheet as he whines and moans, already feeling like he was gonna cum any second. But, of course, you didn't let him until his eyes started to fill with tears.

Watching Jimins face turn a bright red as tears rolled down his cheeks made you feel powerful as you held the wand against his cock. Pressing it harder and harder until his cock was pressed against his stomach and get wand, having no way of escaping your punishment.

You made Jimin cum around five times before you finally stopped. You unplugged the vibrator and quickly washed it off before putting it back into your closet. You also grabbed a damp towel to wash Jimin off with, gently running it across his face to wipe away sweat and tears before cleaning his mess up.

You then got his a clean pair of briefs before getting yourself a clean shirt and panties. After taking care of yourself and Jimin you joined him back in bed and held him close to your chest, praising him and playing with his hair, occasionally giving him sweet kisses.

"Next time I catch you touching yourself without asking me I'll make sure to make you cum ten times, or until I feel like stopping." You tell him, he nods and you smile. "I love you." You say softly as you close your eyes. "I love you too y/n" he says he holds onto you tightly.

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I hope you guys liked this little fanfic! I'm sorry it's taking me a while to write these, ya girl has been busy and I do have a hard time thinking of kinky things. Well... That's a lie 😅 but I'll do my best with the next one! Look forward to it! Ya boy hoseok is gonna be next!

[taule]

Ghosts of Kolga manor etc

I took lots of pictures, but I will get to them later and hope to manage to post some on Instagram. I just want to write this down first, before I forget any more details. 

My mom and I went out of town on a short trip on Saturday. Both on the occasion of the marvellous weather (until about 7 pm), and this annual event called something like Day of Forgotten Manors. It’s basically to introduce the history of some of our many manor complexes across the country. Our picnic basket packed, and stuff together we headed East, out of town. Kolga as our destination, we drove around in the area, enjoying the landscape on the way. 

The Kolga manor complex is currently privately owned by a woman that my mother goes to the Art Academy with so that’s one of the reasons we settled on that particular manor out of the rest. But it had been years since either of us had gone there, and I realize now how scrambled my own memories of it were. The estate which was first founded in the 13th century as a management manor for a chloister is a huge complex, and I believe to this day remains the largest manor in the territories that constituted Livonia, originally spanning well over 50 000 hectares of land. The main house was built in its current form during the 16-17th century, the second floor being completed in 1820. The guide told us that sometime in between during one of the World Wars it was also used as a hospice by the Polish who stole it bare of the paintings, furniture and anything else valuable they could move. For hundreds of years the complex remained in the hands of one family, and it even survived relative bankruptcy by selling off some land and two satellite manors. But then came Soviet Russian rule and destroyed this continuity like it did everything else. 

There was a tour with a local guide every full hour. Our guide was a local historian that I believe works at the on-site museum, so she was very knowledgeable about the history and the style influences to a great detail. And as we were lucky to be the only two people there for the tour at that time, we got a private walk-through.  There is a restaurant on one half of the first floor, and now that I think about it, we weren’t at all taken to the second half, so I also don’t know what was there. So we headed straight up from the front hall, but not before stopping at this massive central column.

She said that according to hear-say two of the male workers of themanor were walled into it, alive. The laziest and the most diligent worker. That is supposedly the origin of the phrase we use a lot - “Harju average”. Meaning that you may be either outstandingly good or bad, but it’s all clumped together into the general average of the Harju county. And nothing stands out from it, because other people’s mediocrity will bury anything outstanding. She mentioned that the spirits of the two men can be sensed aorund the house. And at first I thought she just said it jokingly.

The floor plan revolves one straight, central corridor. The rooms on the front side of the building are in a better state and so we could walk through them, seeing the terrible marks that have been left on them, through decades of abuse and neglect, now one the way to being mended. It’s when we had gotten to the ladies’ parlor on the left side of the stair hall that she threw out a probe and I saw that she was serious about any ghost stories she might tell. 

This is essentially what I wanted to get to with this long ramble about the history, the ghost stories.

Ulvi, our guide, said that even though it was considered to be a happy home for the family, and that it had a very pleasant atmsphere, the family was plagued by paranormal occurrences as long as they lived there. And so have been the people that have occupied it after them. The master of the manor, count Carl Magnus Stenbock was a man with psychic abilities, something that could make him very uneasy. And now it’s his own ghost that is said to be sighted on the grounds in the form of a pleasant older man, walking in the park.

Through the original family’s time at the manor, there had been sightings of an apparition resembling a lady in a fancy grey gown that went all the way back to a few centuries ago, and that her appearance would signal an great approaching change, such as a birth or a death.

There is a hall through the second and third floors in the left end of the main building. It was used as a home chapel by the family. And in there a girl in a white dress with a candelabra can be seen. And supposedly the light of the candles can be seen passing behind all the 2nd floor windows as she runs from the chapel to the library on the other end.

From there we moved to the Hall of Ancestors. The formal main hall of the manor which once had enormous paintings on its walls and now bears the miserable scars of looting by foreign soldiers. It was light and calm in the daylight, but supposedly is much different at night. This is where the Devil’s feast takes place, or so sho called it. Because it occurred many times that late in the evening when the family was getting ready for bed, the sound of hooves and a the wheels of a chariot could be heard outside on the gravel. Then footsteps coming up the stairs, and into the hall. Followed by the sounds of a merry feast. Each time it stopped at midnight. At other times, horrible screams or howls could be heard from there.

Following that, at the right end of the building is the library. That’s the place where a young redheaded woman can be seen. She does not like men however, and is known to bite the ones she dislikes. But those bittem would see their end one year from the date. And her victims are said to total 64. Something that creeped me out a little, I must say.

And as we were standing in the library Ulvi uncomfortably glanced at the ceiling saying that we will not be going upstairs to the 3rd floor. She then aked staright if I believe in the paranormal, and satisfied with my answer she said that they don’t take tourists there because of the floors that are in some areas unsafe to walk on. But also because that is the darkest and most menacing part of the whole complex. A 3rd floor bedroom above the library. A place so scary that when the Stenbock family still lived there, the femail guests were never allowed to sleep there and it was generally off limits, if there were still spare rooms elsewhere in the manor. She said that at night when people would go to bed, they would close the door, only to have it yanked open, and from the door, a dark misty shape crawled into the room. It had supposedly even been shot at, but to the shooter’s astonishment the bullet just fell on the carpet, just bounching back from the black mass.

Much creepy. Standard Estonian manor experience, it would seem.

PS: Tumblr was a bitch and refreshed thepage before i was able to save my post so i had to start again. So i’m like too fed up to go back and edit it too, so just there….