#Unidentified maker

[desolatus]

Pendant in the form of a siren, C. 1860

The Jack and Belle Linsky Collection, 1982

[kirkwallmorningnews]

i would like to discuss the coffee situation in the lighthouse.

this is the apparent coffee station in the kitchen. little coffee maker, a couple of unlabeled bottles of additives (i assume), and a bunch of cups including these cute little decorated ones that scream ren faire souvenir

oh and also: two giant open baskets of coffee beans underneath the table. (and a sack of Unidentifiable Brown, but let's ignore that for now because i couldn't get any good pictures of it. it's not the same texture, anyway, so i can't confidently say it is More Coffee.)

that's a lot of coffee beans. that is A Lot Of Coffee Beans for eight people, even if they make 3-4 pots a day. at least one of those pots is for lucanis insomnia purposes, a few cups are for neve to boil into a cognitohazard, and the rest of the team might have a cup or two in the morning, but i don't know enough of their coffee habits to say for certain. 3-4 pots is a generous estimate. so what do they have over 20 pounds of coffee beans for? are they using all of those before they go stale in an open basket? lucanis is a coffee snob, i refuse to believe he's buying all of that if he doesn't think they'll use it while it's still fresh.

But okay. benefit of the doubt here. maybe they've got some stay-fresh ziploc magic on it, and that's a month's supply for a greater amount of coffee per day than my estimates.

but wait. in the pantry. what's that?

oh my god it's an even bigger basket of coffee beans. what are you doing with 50 pounds of coffee beans. you are NOT using all that, this is more coffee than a party of 8 could even try to consume before it went stale in, again, an OPEN CONTAINER. i don't even want to consider whether those sacks next to it might have more, there's no way they could possibly have...

two more. giant baskets. of coffee beans.

there are more baskets of coffee beans in the lighthouse than vegetables. the lighthouse is constantly out of onions because the guy in charge of the shopping spends half the grocery budget on coffee beans. lucanis drinks 6 pots a day and his blood-to-caffeine ratio is 50-50. no wonder spite can smell colors.

[infamousbondagemurder]

DUCK! THE CARBINE HIGH MASSACRE - EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW!

Hello!!!! i’m very autistic and I wanted to put my effort into something I could share with you all, so without any more unnecessary ranting here’s all you need to know about duck! the carbine high massacre. please comment anything I should add or any mistakes I may make, beware this is my first post like this so im a newby go easy on a gal!

Full film:

https://youtu.be/UScvX4bjExg?si=Cohq29YGoYCsOtBY

Trailer:

https://youtu.be/zNtUviDpyQg?si=23nQgFQo75OQ-RC_

Film soundtrack:

https://youtu.be/2ky9FrEj8Fk?si=DqRVcTdFQEtJ6owC

Website archived:

https://web.archive.org/web/20040815013848/http://www.duck2k.com/docs/carbine_comm.html

Other interviews unrelated to specifically this film:

https://youtu.be/gEbZVXdsX-U?si=cG5bTGb41ee-1fFh

https://youtu.be/WUjqIoDidr4?si=sDMMUzzKhIWImuL5

https://youtu.be/W04lj1BdK0o?si=DHRIixDEpn39KBne

Filming:

Duck! the Carbine High Massacre was a spoof about Columbine that was made soon after the massacre, infact only 6 months after. It was created by Joey Smack (Joseph Miller) and William Hellfire (William Apriceno) two (at the time) collage aged film makers. A lot of viewers received it as this as distasteful and terrible, but others find this to be one of the greatest movies of all time. Smack and Hellfire mainly made a living on creating fetish content for their small but loyal cult following, but unlike most of Smack and Hellfires other films this one was based on true events and NOT made for fetish content. (it only had a few titties here and there ;-D) A lot of people who had starred the movie had received a lot of back lash including piles of death threats.

Duck, along with most other Factory 2000 films was edited in Adobe premier and shot on VHS cameras including a broadcast Super VHS camcorder, a handheld RCA, and another unidentified camcorder.

The films first dvd release was in 2004, along with minor color corrections.

The whole budget was about 3,000$ along with inexperienced actors, most of them being Hellfire and Smacks friends taking some time off work.

On Columbines anniversary they had a showing of the film at CBGB’s where an interview with Court Tv was held and they had stated some of the reasons behind making the movie, what they would say to the parents at Columbine, and the reasoning behind making the movie.

It was here where they explained they were *not* making fun of the victims but instead the media in America’s portrayal of all the victims and the shooters on the news.

Interview:

https://youtu.be/QjPlPsGUuKI?si=gel6kBCbpzmUmiDE

The producers had gotten arrested for creating this film, not because of the crude nature but because they had brought fire arms onto school property .

Court Tv producers getting arrested:

https://youtu.be/i7LiNTkksJs?si=C8IbynDgwj9oP9YE

The film racked up $6,034 in the box office and the film was said to have helped pay Hellfires legal fees.

Experiences on set:

William hellfire stated that he did remember filming and creating most of duck because he was so drugged up on pain killers he was using to treat his cancer pains. He had no remorse or regret for making the film

Chris Perez hopped on reddit to describe his experience “Fun and loose. Everyone was really laid back and chill and we had a good time with the filming. There was a script, but we also improved a lot of stuff. Sometimes, Bill, Joe, and Todd would just give us a general idea of what they wanted us to do and say and we'd work off that.” He along with many others would receive blowback from the incident.

Misty Mundae said that the film was a "crappy little movie" which "has permanently staked its place in underground cult cinema"

Cast:

Derick- Joey Smack (Joseph Miller)

Derwin- William Hellfire (William Apriceno)

Retard- Henry Krinkle

Bible Girl- Misty Mundae (Erin Brown)

Play Girl- Lilly Tiger

Car Kid- Chris Perez

Spam Jock- Michael Ovum

Benchpress- Ryan Trimmer

Afro-American- Kendall "Shorty" Ward

Song Girl- Mazur

Goth Boy- Mike Roser

Goth Girl- Liz Bathory

No Info Boy- Michael Lema

The Principal- Larry Wellman

The Janitor- Rodney Sleurtols

Policeman- Karl Pitt

Plot:

With a running of 101 minutes Duck! the Carbine High Masscre was about spoof about the events that took place at Columbine on April 20th, 1999. The movie took place at Carbine high school where two bullied, neo-nazi, trenchcoat wearing high-school students, Derick and Derwin fail at a double suicide attempt. While walking home Derwin gets attacked by jocks and misses school the next day. After school it is then the two high schoolers plan a massacre against their school. The pair then bought several guns from a black market dealer. The next day the two boys bid farewell to their parents for the last time and head to school with the guns in arm. Once they get to school they head to the cafeteria trying to get the student’s attention, when yelling failed Derwin got onto a chair and yelled “What’s for lunch?” before the two began shooting. The two kill several people in gruesome manners before heading down to the basement and sharing a last cigarette before shooting each other.

Other films:

William Hellfire and Joey Smack typically made fetish films and soft-core porno flicks, some notable ones include (but are not limited tooooo!) Erotic Survivor, Silk Stocking Strangler, Vampire Strangler, TITanic 2000, and so many other underground gems. I, infamousbondagemurder sincerely urge you to watch these movies, buy the dvds, and support the living William Hellfire.

Here’s a link to watch more movies by William (unfortunately not ALL his movies are on this keep in mind. i also did not create this link so credits to the creator, which i’m not sure who the creator is)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-2iH0WjcolYtbat61F2zLs8SSw5dbMy15mnCnuq4suE/edit

What most people don’t know is Joey Smack starred in the semi-popular film Where the Dead go to Die, where he voice acted as the characters Ralph Stanley, Tommy’s father, and The legless war veteran. He dropped iconic lines in this movie such as: “You fuckin’ dog! What the fuck are you some sort of faggot cannibal! Aggghhh! Your eatin’ my dick!”

Dvd:

Hello! so I am basing this off of the DVD that I personally own, these details may differ from DVD to DVD so if you own a different sort of DVD, please comment anything extra that you have on yours.

Dvd includes:

* Deleted scenes

* Behind COURT TV- cbgb’s screening

* PRODUCER/DIRECTOR interviews

* TODAY is the DAY LIVE in Hoboken NJ

* KING GHIDORAH! LIVE in Hoboken NJ

* Original trailers

* Shooting gallery

* Film soundtrack

* And of course, this wonderful shitty movie :-)

Rest in peace Joey Smack:

On Saturday June 29th, 2019 Joseph Robert Miller, better known by many fans as ‘Joey Smack’ passed away. The circumstances are unknown and a mystery to all fans. There are rumors of suicide but there are no confirmations. I advice you to read his obituary and donate to catholic charities, diocese of paterson, the charity which paid his brother joshua's medical bills after his passing in 1998.

Joseph was loved by many and passed at the age of 41. Fans, family and friends all mourn him to this day. He was described by friends as a kind hearted true and utter weirdo, who had lived in his own world. he didn’t talk to many people but if you had been let into his select group, he would go out of his way to make friends laugh and smile with his warped sense of humor.

His memorial services were held Tuesday, July 2nd, 2019 from 5:00 to 8:00 p.m. at Browning-Forshay funeral home on Lafayette Ave in Hawthorne.

Rest in peace Joey Smack, a truely great man who loved what he did and put so much love into all of his creations. Well wishes to his surviving family and friends:

Joey Smacks obituary:

https://emeto.neocities.org/joeysmack

CREDS:

Mainly wiki like a chud

Actors themselfs

The dvd

I’m dumb

[delcakoo]

So not sure if those short fics are wonki only but i was hoping you’d write on hee seeing you wear another members hoodie pls? Ty!

LOL i write for everyone but my anons seem to be wonki biased,, (jus like me tho)

“hee, i was trying to watch someth-mmph,” your boyfriend’s lips cut yours off rudely, similarly to his body that crushes yours as he wraps around you like a koala.

“netflix can wait, no?” he mumbles against your jaw, sharp nose digging into the soft skin of your cheek. “boyfriend’s first.”

sighing in defeat, your phone is thrown lazily across the couch before you’re returning heeseung’s embrace, smiling at the content groan he releases once your arms encase him. he’s milliseconds from moving back up and sneaking another kiss, only for his peripheral vision to slowly fall across a seemingly new, unidentifiable green hoodie covering your torso.

he frowns; it definitely isn’t his, and you usually tell him when you get new clothes..

meanwhile — waiting rather impatiently for the kiss he initiated first — your brows furrow. “what?”

not offering a response, heeseung cranes his neck down to sniff the soft material, frowning when the comfort of your scent is nowhere to be found. “baby, where’d you get this?” he inquires, tone laced in utter confusion.

you blink, shrugging absentmindedly. “it was just.. lying on the floor. finders keepers, losers weepers.”

he immediately pouts, bambi eyes turning down sulkily as he grips onto the hoodie’s sleeve. “baby,” he repeats in a whine, “my room is only a few steps away. this looks like jake’s.”

“well.. i was tired and cold and you took too long making snacks.” you attempt to defend yourself, despite knowing damn well your boyfriend may as well break the record for fastest ramen-maker after the countless times he’s served you both.

either way, heeseung spares your pathetic rebuttal, instead squirming out of your arms to pace over to his bedroom with quick strikes and a determined huff. the whole time, you send him whines and complaints from the couch, scolding him for leaving the cuddle session early — even more so when he disappears behind the door accompanied by noisy clacks of coat hangers knocking each other.

“finally,” you grumpily announce once he returns, arms extending to make grabby hands along the way. however, when you try to pull him back onto the couch, the bastard moves away, pointing at the purple hoodie in his grasp stubbornly.

“nuh-uh, hoodie off first,” heeseung demands.

“but hee, i want—“

unfortunately, you’re interrupted once more by a strict glare. “you can have cuddles when you aren’t wearing my bandmates clothes.”

his stubbornness always wins, apparently. as you accept defeat, you roll your eyes while yanking the material over your head. “so dramatic..“

heeseung doesn’t seem to mind your jab, much too busy smiling cutely as you pull his hoodie on instead, snickering at how it looks way bigger than usual. even more so when you expectedly gaze up at him, opening your arms and humming when he falls into them at last.

suddenly, heeseung’s spinning around so you’re the one perched up on his lap, deer-like eyes scanning over you in adoration. “there’s my baby,” he pecks your lips through mumbles, thumb rubbing your cheek to enhance his affection. “so pretty in my clothes.”

your lips descend to gently find a home against his neck — though you never admit it’s really to hide the blush arising from his words. “yours is more comfy, n’ it smells like you.”

he grins, a veiny hand moving up to run through your hair. “good. i plan to pull the hyung-card and make sure no hoodies are lying around here except mine from now on.”

you can only laugh, despite knowing that he’s not exactly joking.

hi loves my exam-fried brain produced this so i apologize for any errors <\3

[lordprettyflackotara]

huntin’ wabbitz || eyeless jack

REALLY FILTHY SMUT MINORS DNI. tw: size kink, disgusting sex in the woods/rain, breeding (obvi), slight cnc if you squint, brief descriptions of gore. i really like this one guys im locked in fr

Fear.

It was the only adrenaline you had left.

The wind slapped you in the face as you weaved through the forest, avoiding the large oak trees that threatened to block your escape.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire, your breath shallow as you tried to listen to the footsteps following you. The man, no, the creature that was hunting you, was going to eat you alive. It was a tragic accident, disturbing a seeming cannibal from his dinner.

If his head hadn’t snapped up to meet your horrified gaze you might’ve passed out from the sight of unidentifiable piles of meat. That was all that was left of his previous victim. You could barely even process it being a person, it’s ribcage torn open brutally. You had never seen anything like it.

Your breath had hitched, your heart threatening to burst out of your own ribcage the longer you stood frozen. It was the demons haunting gaze that snapped you out of your trance. Its mask displayed empty eye sockets. If you were lucky, the demon would be blind. Unfortunately for you, you were far from lucky.

Your heart was racing like a rabbits, the sound like heroin to the demon nipping at your heels. It was then you felt a rain drop fall from the cruel sky, a convenient lighting bolt briefly illuminating the forest. You looked around, forcing yourself to stop. Your lungs were pleading for air, your mouth agape as you inhaled as much oxygen as physically possible. Your eyes darted around nervously, searching for the tall cannibal. You tried to listen to the forest, noting its silence.

It was eerie, the only sound ensuing being the rain droplets falling from the sky. Its companion was a low rumble of thunder that sounded far off in the distance. You leaned against a tree, paranoid as your lungs tried to regain consistency in breathing. You swallowed as you scanned your surroundings. Every direction looked the exact same. You audibly were panting as you searched for any sign of originality. Any sign of a marker that could lead you back to safety.

You had wondered away from your campsite with your friends, opting to explore a river you believed to be nearby. You had found your requested river, with a seated cannibal tearing organs apart in front of it. You felt like you were going to be sick, nausea washing over you. Foolishly you had left your phone behind, leaving you entirely on your own. Anything to connect with nature, right? Except this demon wasn’t apart of nature. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was a cruel joke the maker above thought would be funny.

Your vision was growing hazy, the rain from above beginning to pour. You could feel the rain droplets drip onto you, penetrating your clothes. It was then a large set of hands clamped onto your shoulders, your body jolting into action. As swift as you could you turned around, planting a firm punch to the attackers face. Your knuckles screamed in pain as you watched the demon stumble, his dark gray hands pawing at his mouth. You watched as his hands lowered, a crack splitting down the left cheek of the blue mask.

Your realization and the demons ensued at the same time, neither of you moving as another lightning bolt struck. Its light briefly lit up the forest, flashing a glimpse of the creatures silent rage. You turned on your heels, throwing yourself into the night as you tried to escape the creatures grasp. You didn’t get very far, the breath being knocked out of your lungs as the demon threw you against the mud below. You thrashed under his touch, trying to kick and punch any part of him.

The attempts at retaliation meant nothing, the demons eye sockets narrowing as he pinned your wrist by your head. His slender fingers were strong, gripping your tiny wrist and holding them by your head menacingly. “You’re a real fucking bitch you know that?” He growled. You noticed the dried blood on his hands staining your skin, the rain washing away it away. “At least i’m not a cannibal you sick fuck!” You fired back. The demon above you hovered for a moment, contemplating your courage. He couldn’t determine if you were brave or stupid.

“I am not a human,” The creature stated dryly. He lifted his mask, grabbing your frantic arm before it could do any damage. You watched as he smiled, his teeth razor sharp and blood stained. “However, your kind created what I am,” He purred. He leaned down, eerily close to your throat. You listened to him inhale deeply through his nose. Your breaths became more shallow as the realization fell over you, that he was smelling you because you were prey.

Clearly insults and threats weren’t working, the demons ears twitching. Your eyes narrowed as they twitched, realizing each little movement matched up with the sound of your heart beat. “You can hear my heart beat?” You asked. The rain had soaked the demon as well at this point, his brunette hair sticking to his forehead. Thunder rumbled around the both of you, your mouth running dry despite the on pour of rain. “As clearly as you can hear the thunder,” He replied. He finished taking off his mask, watching your face twist in horror as his full face was revealed.

His mask wasn’t an illusion after all. If anything it was a raw and brutal window, one full of transparency. You felt tongue tied as you stared into the demons empty eye sockets. A black ooze dripped down his under eyes, the substance seemingly leaking from the sockets. The creatures lips curled upwards into a devious small. “Scared yet?” He asked. The lightning flashed again, revealing the blood that still stained his rows of razor blade sharp teeth. You slowly nodded yes, afraid to speak any further. His eye sockets narrowed as he leaned closer to your face.

“At least you’re honest. Most of your kind isn’t,” He huffed. You watched as he dug into his black hoodie, pulling a small medical tool. You squinted as you tried to see exactly what the metal was, a strike of lightning revealing the scalpel. You froze as one of his large hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt. He was bringing the metal blade slowly to your stomach, your heart pounding. “Wait wait wait, don’t,” You say. The demons gaze lands on your face. If he had eyes he would’ve rolled them. “Is this the part where you start begging me to live? You aren’t better than your counterparts you know,” He huffed.

Your eyes were glued to the scalpel. There was no way he could be hungry after what you saw. “No, this is the part where I offer you something else,” You answered defiantly. The creature stared down at you in amusement. Your heart was pitter pattering like a little rabbit, his lips curling up into a mischievous smile. “Oh yeah? What could you possibly offer me?” He asked tauntingly. Truthfully money was useless, that wouldn’t work. The only valuable thing you had was your body. Which is what he wanted. Unless of course, you could offer him a different part of your body.

“I’ll let you fuck me,” You told him. Your breathing felt shallow as you watched the demons face fall into deep concentration. “Must be lonely living out here, right? I can fix that,” You continued, your voice trailing off. He stared down at you, watching you carefully. “You got a name rabbit?” The demon asked you. You cleared your throat as best as you could. “Y-yeah i’m-” You began, the demon cutting you off.

“Changed my mind, doesn’t matter. When you’re with me your name is rabbit, got it?” He huffed. His large hands slithered up to your bra, soaked with the rain falling from above. “Do you uh- you know, have a name?” You asked quietly. He squeezed at your breast through your bra, your core beginning to throb in desire. “EJ, but you can call me Jack,” He said quietly. Jack leaned forward, his lips hovering an inch away from yours. Your breath hitched, the smell of blood flooding your nostrils. “Dont be scared rabbit, I don’t bite,” He cooed. Jack teasingly leaned in closer to your ear, grinning, “And the taste of blood grows on you after a while.”

Jack brought his lips to yours, the taste of copper overwhelming your senses. You could feel yourself visibly cringing, Jacks hands shoving your bra upwards. His teased your nipples playfully, your tense body beginning to relax. You felt disgusted, lying in mud as the rain fell from the skies above with a demon toying with your body. You groaned as he twisted your nipples playfully, grinning into the kiss as he did so. “Oh I see, someone’s a little masochist,” He hummed. Jack chucked darkly as his lips strayed away from yours, trailing down to your neck.

Thunder rumbled around the both of you, your eyes fluttering shut as he began sucking at your neck. Jack knew he had to be careful, his teeth able to penetrate your delicate skin and dig straight into an artery. You’d bleed out before he could even have some real fun. He did crave you though, the closer he got to your skin the more feral you drove him. He wanted to devour your organs so bad it made him sick, his cock throbbing with desire as you groaned beneath him. “Thats it, keep making those noises for me,” Jack purred, his lips reattaching to your skin.

He had no perception of how rough he actually was, your neck becoming littered with dark purple and brown marks. His hand trailed down to your shorts, slipping underneath the thin fabric. Teasingly he rubbed two fingers along your slit, grinning as he felt your wetness. “Someone’s awfully drenched for the terrible cannibal, aren’t they?” He asked mockingly. You swallowed, gaining the courage to look at him. His dark gaze sent a chill down your spine. “It’s just from the rain,” You lied. You couldn’t explain what your body was doing. That it actually wanted this.

Jack pushed your panties to the side, rubbing his fingers against your bare cunt. You whined at the smallest stimulation, the demon above you becoming amused. Jack hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time, his primal urges preventing him from doing so. But he knew his anatomy. He began to rub slow circles around your clit, relishing in the sight of your back arching off of the ground. “Fu-fuck-” You whimpered. You gasped as Jack shoved two of his slender fingers inside of you. He curled them with ease, his cock only growing harder at the feeling of how tight you were.

You hadn’t expected to feel this good, whimpers escaping your lips. “Thats it, such a good fucktoy for me,” Jack praised. He tilted his head to the side as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were crumbling around his fingers and he had barely even touched you yet. “That feel good? Hmm? The big bad freak gonna make you cum?” He asked mockingly. You couldn’t control the moans that escaped your mouth, your hair becoming drenched from the ongoing storm.

He continued to abuse your g spot, watching your cute facial expressions as he ruined you. “F-fuck Jack I’m gonna c-cum,” You stammered, unable to control the knot forming in your stomach. Jack couldn’t get enough of you. The sound of your voice moaning his name enough to make his cock twitch. “Yeah? Go on then, you can do it. Cum for me,” He ordered. You threw your head back, ignoring the mud coating your hair as you came. Your legs trembled as you came around his fingers, the demon slowly slipping them out of you. He brought them to his mouth, examining them.

You watched as three black tongues came out of his mouth, licking his digits clean. “Such a delicious rabbit. Now turn over,” Jack ordered. He could hear your heart pounding at the sight of his tongues. Truthfully he enjoyed it. He enjoyed scaring you. But what he enjoyed more was corrupting you. Ignoring the slimy feeling of the mud covering your knees and elbows, you arched your back in front of him. Your core was still throbbing desperately. You had never had an orgasm like that, your previous experiences with men nothing like this.

Faintly you could hear the metal clinking of Jacks belt as he shoved his pants down, the rumbling thunder echoing through out the trees. Jack rubbed his tip up and down your slick, collecting your juices on his shaft. “Since you’ve been such a good rabbit i’ll go slow. Don’t wanna break my new pet,” Jack purred. You gasped as he began pushing himself inside of you. The head of his cock alone was enough to make you whimper. Jack grunted as he slowly pushed himself in. “Fucking hell. You’re not a virgin, are you? You sure feel like one,” Jack huffed. If it weren’t for the unreal pain you were feeling you would’ve been able to explain better.

But instead you said, “No i’m not, I just- haven’t had great experiences-”

You could barely form coherent words, your mouth running dry. His cock was bigger than you anticipated, your body tensing up out of fear. Jack could feel your tension. You were so tiny compared to him. He swallowed as he slithered one hand down to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves. “Thats right, relax for me,” Jack murmured. The extra stimulation made you slowly relax, Jack able to fully bottom out. Once fully inside he let out a satisfied groan, before licking his lips. The storm was seeming to die down, a light rain shower the only thing the sky had left to provide.

Jack began slowly pulling out, before pushing back into you. You mewled as he began to go faster, snapping his hips into yours. The pain was fading into pleasure, your body craving more. His name fell off of your lips like a mantra, mixed in with strings of curses. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jack groaned. He continued to pound into you mercilessly, fucking you into the ground below. His mind became blank all of a sudden, the only thing he could think of being rather simple: breed.

“You like this, don’t you? Being a slut for me. Taking me like this,” Jack panted. He drew faster circles around your clit, continuing to abuse your g spot. “Yeah? Wanna be my personal cum slut forever? My personal rabbit to breed?” Jack rambled. When you failed to respond with anything other than cock drunk moans, a firm slap landed on your ass. The electric shock of pain went down your spine, the skin already turning red. “Yes, please,” You whined, unable to say anything further. He could feel you squeezing around him, your walls threatening that you were close.

“Awe rabbit, are you gonna cum already?” Jack taunted. He grabbed a handful of your wet and tangled hair, pulling you back to him. His soulless eye sockets peered down into your fucked out eyes. “Go on then, cum all over my cock so I can breed you,” He ordered. Your eyebrows briefly furrowed, the demons gaze refusing to stray. “Just know once I do, you’ll be mine forever. There’s no escaping me. If you’re willing to do that just for an orgasm, you really do deserve to be stuck with me,” Jack grunted, his hips never letting up for a minute.

His threats only made you squeeze him tighter, his name spilling from your lips as you came around his cock. You could feel your vision growing hazy, black dots appearing as you blinked slowly. Your body was spent, the numbing feeling of Jacks hips snapping into yours continuing. You felt yourself take one more deep breath, before falling into the pit of darkness that called your name.

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Your vision was blurry upon waking up, your body sore as you immediately went to move. Your legs ached, your breath shaky as memories of the night before ensued. As you scanned your surroundings you recognized the tent you had entered the night before. Were those actually memories? You jumped at the sound of the zipper unzipping, revealing one of your friends named Emma.

“You’re awake? You’ve been asleep all morning, you missed Alex’s attempt at fishing. Come get some brunch,” She said cheerfully. You gave her a weak smile, nodding and forcing yourself to sit up. You cringed at the tightness in your legs. The bag beside you was filled with your clothes, your hands beginning to rummage through them for an outfit. You must’ve dreamt Jack entirely. You did hike yesterday with your friends, that’s why your body was sore. Right?

Jack wasn’t real, he was a figment of your imagination that only existed in deepest depths of your mind. The void filled with a monstrous creature that could fill your filthy desires. You began changing, pulling down your panties. It was then your eyes narrowed at the slickness that had dripped into them. You felt your heart begin to pound as you examined your panties, which were full of Jacks cum that had leaked from your cunt. He was real. And you were his.

[jewellery-box]

Floral embroidered crazy quilt, c. 1890

Maker: Unidentified makers for Sarah Green Nodine

Medium: Silk, velvet, wool, chenille and paint

Albany Institute of History and Art

[nebraskas]

International Quilt Museum - 3/9/2024 - Feed Sacks: An American Fairytale

Flag Quilt by Sarah Dorthula Hooper Taylor (1920, Tennesse) Redwork Album by unidentified maker (1933, possibly Missouri) | American Portraits: The Family Farm by Patricia Zafred-Kennedy (2015, Pennsylvania) | Original by Susa Hale Harris (1931, Texas) Gudari by unidentified maker (1975-2000, India) | Ralli by unidentified makers of the Meghwal tribe (1980, Pakistan) | Strip by Rella Thompson (1935-1945, North Carolina)

[ltwilliammowett]

A parcel-gilt silver and amber nef, unidentified maker's mark, Germany, circa 1900

[resplendentoutfit]

John Singer Sargent (American, 1856-1925) • Portrait of Louise Pomeroy Inches • 1887 • Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Evening Dress • Unidentified Maker • American • Silk velvet with silk plain weave lining

How wonderful that such a well-preserved dress exists to enliven a famous portrait painting! This dress is one of my favorites for a couple of reasons – firstly, I love velvet and this silk velvet is the real deal – gorgeous. Secondly, I've seen the portrait many times at the MFA in Boston. The dress was in a glass case at the blockbuster Fashioned by Sargent exhibition also at the MFA.

I've read that Louise Inches was expecting her third child when she sat for this portrait and that the dress had been designed to accommodate extra panels as her figure expanded. She and Sargent got on well. Both were music lovers and accomplished musicians.

[seeminglydark]

Mini Comic Masterpost

Thought it would be fun to round up all the mini comics I've done with John and Caro around this site, so they are easy to find all in one place! They will go in canonical (or not) order, not creation order. Here we go!

The Main Projects

Starting this off with the mini-comic about my main webcomic Project, Seemingly Dark

And an introduction to John and Caro's comic, Mil-Liminal

Next up: Teenager things

A silly story about two kids in love, not canon, just cute. I drew this before i knew how their highschool story really went.

First kiss! (canon), sketch only

Schoolyard flirtin' (canon), sketch only

A reminder their story is a horror story, and a teaser from Mil-Liminal (canon)

Homecoming Queen (not canon cuz Caros hair was never short in highschool, one panel)

Punk Rock Princess (canon, one panel)

A teaser and a link to Prom Night, (canon)

Unidentified Flying Objects part 1 (2 coming soon, canon)

The Punk and the Cheerleader (canon)

Tokens of affection (canon)

Not exactly a comic, but a round up of their teenage years right up until they lose eachother (canon)

Adulthood

Teaser for a story about Johns life after prison (canon)

Caro's back (canon)

Caro gets sick, John, who doesnt know them yet very well as adults, takes them back to his house, they wake up and hes at work, shenanigans ensue (canon)

First kiss as adults (canon)

Ace of Hearts link (canon, johns story as an asexual)

I love you (not canon)

Coffee Maker (canon)

Then and Now (canon, mild spice in the sense they are shirtless)

Menace (Canon, Spicy/suggestive, nothing intense)

Halloween Interruption 1: The Void Motel (future canon, linked)

Background and Compilation of their story minis

Look How Far We've Come: intro to Mil-Liminal (canon)

Who are John and Caro (canon, character introduction)

And Finally, AU Stuff, not canon

Mermay

Werewolf (non spicy)

Werewolf part 1 (suggestive)

Werewolf part 2 (suggestive)

[a-leg-without-fear]

I'm Not Good Enough🌧️

this movie was fucking ADORABLE i love it so much

Ship: Charlie Denton x gn!Reader

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 994

Warnings: angst, alcohol, self-doubt, anxiety

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

Chilled beer flowed past your lips as you drank from the green bottle. The fizz tickled at the back of your nose, bitter and biting, before gliding down your throat. Condensation clung to the glass and wetted your palms.

The digital clock on the end table to your left read "10:23pm," almost half an hour since Max had gone to bed. He would undoubtedly still be awake. That little trouble maker was always working on Atom, reading a booklet on robot boxing, or sketching away at his next big project. His mind never seemed to stop swirling inside his 10-year-old head.

You supposed he got that whirlwind of a brain from his father. Charlie was always two steps away from a nervous breakdown. Anxiety riddled his tired mind on an hourly basis. He'd constantly look to you for reassurance, whether it was about his parenting, his career, or simply how he treated you as a partner.

He sat to your right on the brown leather couch. Twin bottle of beer to your own clutched in his hand, body practically melted into the sofa, head resting back on the cushions with his eyes firmly shut. Wrinkles cracked his tanned skin in the corners of his eyes and the space between his furrowed brows.

"Doing okay?" you asked as quietly as you could, scared to break the uneasy silence that had settled ever since Max was sent to bed. The air in the cluttered living room was heavy with an unidentifiable unease.

Charlie shrugged as his hazel eyes fell open, "Usual bullshit. Don't worry 'bout me."

You sighed as you set your beer on the end table. An array of rings were stained into the light wood from countless nights spent drinking on the couch. Leather creaked under the weight of you shifting to face Charlie.

"I'm always worried about you, hon. What's going on?" you insisted with a gentle prod against his shoulder. He grunted at the poke, lazily swatting your hand away.

"Don't wanna bother you. Forget it," he muttered. Further worry lines creased along his face as he took a long drag from his beer bottle. His Adam's apple bobbed with each thick swallow.

A sigh blew from your pursed lips in a thin stream. Dating someone as anxiety-ridden as Charlie had its challenges. You tried your best to navigate through the raging tempest inside his mind, course-correcting his lost ship along the choppy waves, keeping him from sinking to the ocean floor.

Some days were easier than others. That metric ton of stress that weighed on his mind seemed to lighten, his smile wider, more energy spilling from his bright, hazel eyes. He'd be more willing to practice with Atom on the robot's boxing combinations or to guide Max through verbal commands.

Today was not one of those days.

"How about you tell me the first thought that pops in your head and we leave it at that?" you offered with a kind smile. Seeing your partner like this drove a grief-lined spear through your heart every time. Forced to watch as this extraordinary man folded in on himself, reduced to barely half of his size, as he wallowed in his racing heart and clouded brain.

Charlie considered your proposition for a few moments. He tilted his head back and forth, stretching the tense muscles lining his broad neck.

"Alright," he finally said. You sat up straighter amongst the couch cushions. Focus fully fixed on the man beside you, chin resting in your palm and eyes passing between each of his. He sighed, clearly uncomfortable with your undivided attention, then mumbled, "I feel like I'm not good enough. For Max... And for you."

You kept your expression neutral as his words slammed into your stomach like a sack of bricks. Swallowing the lump that'd gathered in your throat, you said, "What makes you think that?"

"I'm always like this. Always caught up in my own head, not giving both of you the attention that you need. That you deserve," Charlie nearly rambled, voice barely above a whisper. The words tumbled from him like stones dipped in sorrow.

"Both Max and I know that you have your quirks," you began in a joking manner, attempting to lighten the dreary mood, "No one's perfect, Charlie. No one expects you to be at 110% every single day. You're not one of our robots, you're a human. And a great father, at that. I see the way Max looks at you. That kid loves you so damn much. He's a smart kid, he understands what you're going through. Guess what? Doesn't make him love you any less."

The brief speech seemed to settle on Charlie's shoulders like thick snow. His breath shuddered, lower lip quivering, as he screwed his eyes shut, "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do, hon. We both love you," you said softly while running a hand through his buzzed hair. The short strands tickled at the skin between your fingers.

He threw you off kilter as large arms enveloped you in a tight embrace. His pointed nose buried in your hair, beer long forgotten on the floor, arms squeezing you so tight you couldn't even dream of escaping. Not that you wanted to.

You were quick to return the hug, hands locking behind Charlie's back. Gentle hums leaked from your closed lips as you rested your chin on his shoulder. A little off-key, not quite matching the song you and Charlie had claimed as your own, but it comforted him nonetheless. He settled in your arms like a deflated balloon.

Anxiety is not an easy thing to deal with. It wracks one's mind with endless worry and near-paranoia at times. Makes one's heart race, their skin itching like it's on fire, stomach tying itself in knots. One day you'd get Charlie to see a therapist. Until then, you'd continue plotting his course through the hurricane and into your open arms.

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[desolatus]

TRAINED WEDDING DRESS & SHOULDER TRAIN, MID 1920s

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

"Grecian Couch, unidentified maker, Boston, Massachusetts, ca. 1825; rosewood, gilt bronze, brass, and upholstery. High Museum, Atlanta, Georgia" 

[oxycodone-soup]

As someone who has watched @janmisali's "how many Super Mario games are there" video several times and is eagerly awaiting the sequel (don't worry, I filled out the new survey already), I noticed something interesting in the beginning of GMTK's newest video. During the intro, he says he's played "... every single mainline entry in the Super Mario Brothers series". Naturally, my first reaction was to figure out what exact list of games that is. During this scene (mostly as a gag), he's set up a stack of games on the side. From bottom to top, they are:

Super Mario 3D World New Super Mario Bros U Super Mario Galaxy 2 New Super Mario Bros Wii Super Mario Sunshine Super Mario Galaxy New Super Mario Bros New Super Mario Bros 2 Super Mario 3D Land Super Mario Maker for Nintendo 3DS Super Mario 3D All-Stars Super Mario Maker 2 Super Mario Odyssey Super Mario Maker Super Mario Bros Super Mario 64 Super Mario Bros 2 (aka "USA") Super Mario Bros 3 Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins 2 Unidentifiable SNES/Super Famicom cartriges Super Mario Land

This is mostly similar to the "popular" 18-game list in the jan Misali video, with a couple differences. GMTK does include all 3 Maker games, which is completely fine since it's consistent.

While making this list I learned that the European SNES used the same design as the Super Famicom. I think this makes it likely that one of the unidentified carts is The Lost Levels, which would make the list otherwise match Misali's. I think the best candidate for the other cart is Yoshi's Island. Both of those appear in the video footage, but I don't know how to confirm either guess.

If someone has Mark Brown's contact and wants to waste his time asking for his justification on the enumeration and classification of the mainline series of games within the Mario franchise, let me know.

He also includes the following games in the video as footage, although seeing as the video also includes a lot of non-Mario games this probably means nothing for GMTK's opinion on what games are part of the mainline series:

Super Mario Bros Wonder Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island Super Mario Bros Deluxe Super Mario Bros: The Lost Levels New Super Luigi U New Super Mario Bros U Deluxe Super Mario Run

[samodivaa]

“Scraps and shreds of thoughts were simply swarming in his brain, but he could not catch at one, he could not rest on one, in spite of all his efforts…” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

smut - ⁂ ︳angst - ☢ ︳fluff - ☀

dividers by - @saradika The fics that I read May-December.

White Wolf by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: You meet Bucky while you're in Wakanda and you just can't resist his wolfish charms!

Tied Up by duckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Stallion for the show by rookthorne | ⁂

Summary: It was your first classic car meet and you were excited for what lay ahead. Meeting others within the scene and maybe the possibility of making friends was your goal, but what awaited you was much, much more intense – for better, or for worse.

night visits by httpwintersoldier | ⁂

Summary: usually people find their own interests, but when you are "forcefully recruited" to work under HYDRA, your interest found you first.

for your own good by witchywithwhiskey | ⁂

Summary: bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Dream Maker by thenhewaswrongaboutme | ⁂

Summary: Bucky comes home late one night after a mission. You're already asleep, but he can't wait any longer— he needs you now.

Haunted by targaryenvampireslayer | ⁂ , ☢

Summary: Bucky was taken from you by Hydra a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him…until he starts coming back to you

Holding on by joey-marvel14 | ☢, ☀

Summary: you notice Bucky is been more quiet then usual. He’s not talking to anyone, not even you. Bucky becomes withdrawn, his eyes are more puffy and sleep deprived, you notice he’s not eating as much either.

My everything by mrsbarnesblog | ☢, ☀

Summary: The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Praise Kink by bucknastysbabe | ⁂ , ☢

I want to know who I'm looking at by world-of-aus | ⁂ metal arm kink fr by buckyalpine | ⁂ This Can't Go On Forever by vonalyn | ☢

Bucky's sweet treats by nicoline1998enilocin | ☀

Summary: Bucky has always enjoyed your baked goods and other sweet treats, so when you start leaving them for him to find when he comes back from missions, he can't help but smile like an idiot every times he sees you, or one of your treats.

Rebound by adrinktostopyourthirst | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: You lose your last tether to the normal world and Bucky has to make a decision. You’re officially part of the Underground. Does he help you, or not?

in losing grip, on sinking ships by mellowsaturns | ☢

Summary: when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Your Mission by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

Reset - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Slaughter - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes what he wants

The Bride of Soldat: Masterlist by vampy-doll | ☢, ⁂

Summary: In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Soldiers by thefallennightmare | ☢, ☀, ⁂

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Please don’t take him (even though you can) by hansensgirl | ☢

Summary: She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.

Miss Velvet Masterlist by missvelvetsstuff | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Going Under by beefromanoff | ☢, ☀

Summary: As a wildly famous singer's safety is called into question, Bucky Barnes is assigned to act as her personal security. over the course of the tour, their relationship evolves from professional into something more. when disaster strikes, Bucky is the one waiting to avenge her.

Kiss Me If You Can by deliciousangelfestival

Summary: Bucky, a stern lieutenant, discovers that his first love has become a famous phantom thief, sparking a thrilling cat-and-mouse chase with a romantic twist as he can't bear to see her imprisoned but prefers to keep her close.

deadly nightshade masterlist by kinanabinks | ☢, ⁂

Summary: as an upcoming agent, it is your job to remain professional and appropriate with your colleagues, and especially your seniors. but there's something about bucky barnes you can't seem to shake - as long as his girlfriend doesn't find out, it'll be fine. right?

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Black Velvet and Fur Carriage Boots, 1875-1885.

Albany Institute of History & Art.