#and now its lived long enough to come into possession of such weird as power

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"Would you accept 5 billion dollars even though it means you'd be chased for all eternity by some stupid gross snail that's apparently also immortal and evil cos it'll kill you the moment it touches you, but still somehow the pace of a regular snail?"

[beauty-and-passion]

TMA - Chapters 1-10: The beginning and everything I didn’t expect to see

Hello, everyone.

As promised, here is the first post with my impressions regarding chapters 1-10.

Let’s not waste too much time here: there is a lot to say and I’ll leave my final impression for the end of this post. For now, let's start.

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MAG 1: Angler Fish

Well, that’s not what I expected.

So this series doesn't have a continuative plot, but it’s rather a “monster-of-the-week” situation. However, I don’t think it will be just like that: I’m quite sure a plot will come in the future. But since it’s not coming for now, I think the option I chose (i.e. commenting this series 10 chapters at a time) is perfect. This way, I can easily keep track of my favorite statements!

I also appreciate the small introduction. So we have a place: the Magnus Institute. I suppose this is the “library” I vaguely remembered. And we also have a person: Jonathan Sims, our maybe-protagonist. And we have Martin too! And Sasha and Tim! I have no idea who they are, but I’m looking forward to knowing them.

All I got for now, is that Jonathan (who I will surely call Jon from now on, because his name is too long) is kind of a skeptic. Clichè, but I accept it: this is a horror/supernatural series, so he will probably change his mind when he will face the real shit.

And speaking of the genre, glad to know that this story is horror/supernatural. I’m not a huge fan of horror, but I like to be surprised/scared/creeped out in creative ways.

And this first statement… fails to do that. Sorry to say that, but the story is kinda meh. The supernatural element is just here and it’s not very scary. Fine, the mysterious figure is probably just the bait of a supernatural shit we don’t see, but it’s weak. And the association with the anglerfish isn’t enough to creep me, nor creative enough to surprise me.

I hope the next statement will be better.

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MAG 2: Do Not Open

Yep, that’s much more interesting.

I like that the wooden coffin doesn’t do anything you might expect from a coffin in a supernatural story. The scratching was still kind of clichè, but I didn’t expect the singing in the rain. Or the “dream possession” or whatever it was that weird power that tried to trick Mr. Gillespie into opening the coffin.

It was also kinda funny to follow his misadventures in dealing with it. And understandable too: my man doesn’t want to open the weird coffin, so he will do everything to not open the weird coffin.

Honestly, same: I am a wimp and if someone delivered some weird shit in my place, I wouldn’t be so stupid to go face-first into it. Curiosity might be strong, but my will to live is stronger.

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MAG 3 - Across The Street

That’s another interesting statement.

First, you think it will be about Graham and his journals, then there’s the weird hypnotic table with the missing piece, then Not-Graham. There are a lot of things here and they’re all creepy and interesting and I want to know more about them. Could there be a follow-up to this story? Or, at least, to its mysteries? It would be very cool to read another story and find the missing piece of that table. Or one of Graham’s journals. Or to see Not-Graham again. It would be fun. I hope there are follow-ups.

About the supernatural stuff: I couldn’t really understand what the arm-y thing-y was, so it wasn’t exactly scary, but more… bizarre? And a bit meh. It was just a black arm-y thing-y after all.

What really crept me out was Not-Graham casually saying: “Hey Amy, we live so close to each other, what a weird coincidence! Maybe I’ll pay you a visit.”. THAT was creepy as fuck and I loved it.

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MAG 4 - Page Turner

I vaguely remember the name Leitner, so I have high hopes we will see more of his books in the future. After all, this statement looks more like an introduction to him and his books, rather than a self-contained story about Random Weird Thing no. 247.

Maybe we won’t see Ex Altiora anymore, but other books… why not? Also, Jonathan knows about Leitner and asked to search more of his books, so maybe we will see more of them.

By itself, the story is good at introducing the weirdness of these books through the equally weird figure of the Keays. I feel there’s still a lot to find out about Mary Keay’s murder, her existence, her place and her connection with Sanskrit. I want to know more about her.

And I want to know more about Gerard Keay too. Will we see him again in the future? I hope so: I feel like he has still a lot to say.

I also noticed a guy named Michael. Will we see more of him too? Is he the same Michael I’ve heard about? Or is there another Michael? Can’t wait to find out.

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MAG 5 - Thrown Away

I don’t think this statement is creepy, but rather, a great example of weird.

There is nothing truly scary here, only weird. And I love this kind of weird. Every new trash bag is a surprise and the surprises are not gore-y, bloody, or clichè with the sole purpose of shocking you. The stuff inside is harmless, just… immensely weird: a long paper strip covered with the Our Father prayer, a huge bag full of teeth that are all of the same tooth… that’s not dangerous stuff, just weird. Unexpected. And, therefore, very cool.

The metal heart was a great choice too: just like all other findings is not disgusting nor gore-y, but it serves its purpose perfectly. You look at it and you know Alan is dead. I love it when creativity is used so well.

I also noticed there is another Michael here. Is he the same Michael mentioned in the previous story? Or another Michael? How many Michaels are in this series? XD

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MAG 6 - Squirm

Another meh statement: a mysterious girl is feeling very sick, then she basically explodes into worms. Kind of a backlash, going from the delicious, subtle weird of the previous story to the disgusting stuff of this one.

However, I can understand Mr. Hodge: if my room was packed with worms, I would’ve burned the whole house down too.

Also, it looks like Jon knows this woman in red. Will we see Jane Prentiss again? Or more of her victims? No, of course I don’t want your answers: the series will tell me ;)

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MAG 7 - The Piper

A simple war tale, starring a supernatural element, the Piper. I don’t find it particularly scary, but rather a melancholic figure. Sure, it’s a bit eerie and mysterious, but not particularly interesting - not for me, at least.

The story isn’t particularly captivating either. It’s just here and it screams “filler”. Or maybe not? After all, Jon remembers the name Joseph Rayner, so we will see another story featuring this guy?

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MAG 8 - Burned Out

There’s a lot of stuff here - maybe even too much. First, Mr. Lensik’s father and fractals and math and the mysterious guy with “all the bones in his hands”. Then Mr. Raymond Fielding and Agnes, the disappeared kid, the missing hand, the tree, the green apple with spiders… woah, woah, slow down! What are all these things? Should I remember all of them? Are they all important? I feel like I already forgot something while writing them down!

Honestly, this huge number of peculiar elements is very distracting, because it gets all of the reader’s attention and takes it away from the story itself. A story that, if we reduce it to basics, what’s truly about? A man meets a ghost and pulls down a tree. Not exactly the most exciting thing ever.

Now, I’m not saying that a story with multiple digressions is bad. It just needs an extremely good writer and A LOT of time and space to properly develop everything, because it would be too easy to “forget” the story and get lost into all the digressions.

So, considering these statements are all short, I would rather avoid too many elements and keep them as simple as possible, focusing more on the story itself and adding just one or two recurring elements.

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MAG 9 - A Father’s Love

Another meh story. Some elements are interesting, like the necklace with the hand and closed eye related to the Church of the Divine Host and the mysterious something that blows out every lightbulb. But yeah, from the moment it was mentioned that the father had a shed, I knew he was doing some supernatural circle/prayer/whatever.

A simple story, but nothing truly amazing about it.

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MAG 10 - Vampire Killer

Seriously, every time there is a meh statement, a great one follows up. And if it’s not great, it’s extremely interesting. Or, like in this case, it’s surprising.

I mean, a statement titled “Vampire Killer”? I expected the same old tale about seductive vampires burning out in the sunlight.

But nope, this story offered a new vision of vampires. Even better, it did it by putting these details into the story, in a great example of show don’t tell.

I really like that the vampires' characteristics are so… bestial. Shark-like teeth, a leech’s tongue and no ability to talk: it’s new, it’s cool, it’s interesting and I would love to see fanarts of them (once I’ll finish the whole series).

I also appreciate that they burn like crisps, because without blood (i.e. a liquid), they dry out: so, not only it justifies why they drink blood and not eat solid food, but also why they burn so easily. It’s cool, it’s logical, it’s creative: I love it.

Oh-oh, am I also noticing a small hint of doubt in Jon’s words? Is he starting to think these statements are not just silly stories made by insane people/mythomaniacs? Didn’t expect him to start so soon, but I suppose a lot of things will happen in the near future and he needs the right state of mind to face them.

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In conclusion

My first overall impression is positive: this series looks promising and I want to read more statements. Sure, my impression is based on 10 chapters out of 200 (so basically nothing) and on all the assumptions I made while reading. I don’t know if there will be a continuative plot, I don’t know if the characters of these stories will return and I don’t know if something huge will come in the future. I am just assuming these things, based on my experience as an “art-forms-enjoyer”.

I just hope I am right and that, while being right about these things, the series itself will keep surprising me with creative ideas. I would be very sad if my assumptions were correct, but the quality of the statements gets worse and worse. Please, keep being creative! More surprising stories and less “meh” stuff!

That’s all for now. I’ll come back very soon with the next post about chapters 11-20.

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(How about a coffee? ☕)

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You may enjoy Radiant Imperium if you like:

Hurt/comfort

Kinky MLM couples trying not to be cockblocked by the plot

Plotty stories with fantasy politics and court intrigue

Stories about trauma and abuse and eventual recovery

Abuse survivors dealing with their shit in complicated, messy ways

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Under-powered MCs getting by with their wits

LIs cheerfully waltzing up and down the line between protective and possessive

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Azul Mamani is just a young mixed-race farmer who also happens to be a great-grandson of the Megarchon, the tyrant ruling the entire world. And secretly plotting her downfall. Before his plans go too far, however, he’s hastily summoned to the capital. For the first time, there's no successor who can wield the Imperium, the mysterious source of the Megarchon's terrifying power. Civil war looms in the horizon. Azul has no power and no allies—only a dangerous man known as Vanth Umbra, King of the Dying Sun, born to protect the living from the creatures of the Underworld. Sex is the one bargaining chip Azul has, so it's a good thing Vanth wants him—except he can’t be trusted, especially not when he appoints himself as Azul's protector. However, as Azul is caught between a murderous necromancer, an elite guard sworn to the Megarchon, and a dissenter faction with its own plans, binding himself to Vanth might be his only chance to survive.

Some things you might want to know before reading: This story is intended for an adult audience. Trauma and abuse are central parts of the story, especially (past) child abuse. Poor coping mechanisms are featured prominently. Under-negotiated BDSM is common. Suicidal ideations come up too. There's also violence, gore, and horror elements, particularly in later arcs.

But I can promise there's a happy ending. Eventually.

[melanielocke]

Book recommendations: horror

Horror & fantasy romance ended up in a tie in my poll. I chose to do horror first mainly because the book I'm reading right now will be on the fantasy romance first and I need to finish it first.

I have been reading some horror lately. It's not my most read genre, but I have a big enough pile that I could pick out the ones I think are really good. Most of these aren't necessarily so scary it keeps you up at night, but they can be eerie, very atmospheric, dark and occasionally very messed up. I'll mention the type of horror and what kind of scary elements are in there. All of these are YA, I don't have many adult horror books on my shelf.

I'll start with House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

Iris is the youngest of the three Hollow sisters. When they were young, the three sisters disappeared from a busy street. It should have been impossible, but there was no trace of them. A month later they reappeared, changed, and with no memory of what happened to them. Iris has tried to forget what happened, and stay away from the weirdness that followed. But when her oldest sister Grey goes missing, Iris and middle sister Viv go looking for her. If they want to find Grey, they will have to uncover the mystery of the past.

This book is creepy and has a rather horrifying twist near the end when you learn what really happened in the past. I think this is one of the scarier books on this list, but it's done really well, with monsters chasing Iris and her sister around and an eerie parallel world

Rep: bi main character, lesbian side character; Korean side character

Other books from this author: The Invocations (horror, coming early 2024); Our Chemical Hearts (contemporary), a semi-definitive of worst nightmares (fabulism)

The Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw

Two hundred years ago in small Oregon town Sparrow, three sisters were accused of witchcraft. Stones bound to their feet, they were thrown into the harbor and drowned. Ever since then, the sisters have returned once a year as ghosts. They each possess one young girl in town and kill one boy.

The town has long accepted their fate and Penny is no different. But then Bo Carter enters the town, unaware of the danger he's just stepped into. Penny can't trust him, but she wants to save him from the danger just the same.

This book has one big twist. It's not super scary perse, nor is there any gore, but very atmospheric and that's where this author excels. Would recommend it for people who aren't used to reading horror.

Winterwood is the next book by Shea Ernshaw

Once again set in a small, isolated town in Oregon, this book follows Nora Walker, a girl descended of a line of witches. She is connected to the Wickerwoods, dangerous haunted woods that only she can enter during full moon to collect lost things.

In the middle of winter, with the power out and all connection to the outside world lost, Nora finds a boy in the Wickerwoods. Oliver went missing from the Camp for Wayward Boys weeks ago. By all accounts, he should be dead and yet she found him. Oliver has no memory of what happened the past weeks.

Nora quickly bonds with him, but realizes she has to uncover the mystery of what happened to him and how he could survive so long in the woods. And it soon turns out Oliver was not the only boy who went missing.

Much like the Wicked Deep, this book excels in its atmosphere and the way it portrays a very creepy forest. It has an interesting plot twist, though not as strong as the one in the Wicked Deep. It's not keep you up at night scary, and also has a lot of focus on the romance.

Other books from this author: Long Live the Pumpkin Queen (Nightmare before Christmas book); A History of Wild Places; A Wildnerness of Stars

Next: Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

This book is set on the isolated island of Sawkill rock, where girls have been going missing for decades, stolen away by evil no one has dared fight... until now.

Marion is new to Sawkill rock, trying to escape the tragedy that befell her family

Zoey's best friend was the last girl to disappear, and she is determined to find out what happened, and if Val has anything to do with it

Val is the queen bee, the daughter of the richest woman on the island. But she has a dark secret.

This book was not entirely what I expected when I bought it, but I loved it. This one is rather creepy, I think, though not what would keep me up at night (to be fair, movies are more likely to keep me up than books due to being scary). It creates an isolated atmosphere, but another strong point in this book is the relationships between the three girls and the development there. Marion and Zoey become friends and team up to uncover the mystery when Marion's sister disappears. Zoey hates Val. But Marion might have feelings for Val.

Rep: Sapphic relationship, Zoey is Black and asexual

Also by this author: Furyborn trilogy (epic fantasy); Extasia (horror); Winterspell (Nutcracker retelling)

House of Salt and Sorrow by Erin A. Craig

This is a retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses

Annaleigh is one of twelve sister. Or, she used to be. Four of them are dead due to strange accidents, and people are saying her family is cursed. Annaleigh becomes more and more suspicious that her sister's death were no accidents.

Then, her sisters start sneaking out, going to glittering balls and dancing the night away. Annaleigh does not know if she can come with them or stop them, because where are they really going and who are they dancing with?

If Annaleigh does not find out what happened to her sisters soon, she might be the next one to die.

It's been long enough that I do not remember exactly what happened in this book, but I do remember that it was eerie and there was an interesting plot twist when Annaleigh finds out where they really go dancing.

The book stands on its own, but there will be a companion coming out this year, House of Roots and Ruin, which follows one of Annaleigh's sisters

Also by this author is Small Favors

I read this solely because someone told me it would make a good comp title for the book I'm querying, and this is a retelling of Rumplestiltskin.

Ellerie is the daughter of a beekeeper in Amity Falls, a small town surrounded by mountains. They're very isolated and have to go on supply runs to a bigger city to make sure they have what they need. But during a supply run, all people on it die. More and more strange things start happening, slowly building up. Monsters in the woods, people acting strange.

Ellerie finds herself in a race against time to save herself and the people she loves before her town goes up in flames.

This book has a kind of strange pacing. The last part has a lot happening, but before then it's all a very slow build up. Most of the incidents with monsters, Ellerie does not witness, she hears about it second hand. She befriends a strange boy who has come to town as a trapper, catching animals in the forest to sell their hides. He won't give her his name, making me instantly suspicious, but their relationship builds up for such a long time that I was constantly questioning if he could be trusted or not.

My biggest criticism of this book is that I could not tell you when it was set. It took me a while to figure out it was America, though the religious small town feels very American to me, but I couldn't tell you the time period. Likely historical. But when? Who knows, certainly not me.

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala

Mars and his twin sister Caroline have always been inseperable. But that summer, Caroline went to Aspen summer school alone. Mars no longer felt welcome there due to his gender fluidity. But when Caroline dies unexpectedly, Mars decides to take her place at the camp to feel more connected to her. It does not go as expected, and Mars quickly remembers why he stopped going. But he befriends Caroline's old friends, a group of girls called the Honeys because of the bees they tend to. But he soon finds something is seriously wrong in the camp, and it might very well have caused his sister's death.

This is a book about grief for a large part, and I think inspired by the author's own grief for his sister. I especially loved the way the Honeys were characterized in this book, and their friendship with Mars, and the story is also about a very femme queer person being accepted within a group of feminine girls.

Rep: gender fluid MC; queer side characters

Also by this author: Reverie (contemporary fantasy); Be Dazzled (contemporary); Beholder (horror, coming in October)

The Dead and the Dark by Courtney Gould

The Dead and the Dark is a paranormal/horror mystery set in a small town in Oregon. Because apparently Oregon is where all the spooky paranormal mystery things happen? I don't know, it seems to be a popular location

Logan's two dads host a ghost hunting show together, and have traveled to this town, which is also their hometown, for the new season. But teenagers are disappearing and there might be something really spooky going on here, and Logan has the feeling her dads are keeping secrets from her.

Ashley is a girl who has lived in this town her entire life, and her boyfriend was the first to go missing. Now, Logan is her only hope to find him.

This is a sapphic story as well as a paranormal mystery, but the emphasis is more on the mystery, I think. There are ghosts in here and a pretty sinister and quite creative explanation for what is happening in this town and why.

Rep: sapphic relationship, main character has gay dads

Last on this list is Hell Followed with Us by Andrew Joseph White

Trans boy Benji is on the run from a cult. A fundementalist sect that unleashed Armageddon, killing most of the population. They believe that one chosen one will end the world for them and they made the ultimate bioweapon to do this.

Benji is rescued by the teens from the ALC, a queer youth center, and their leader Nick. Benji is immediately drawn to Nick, he's slowly changing into a monster capable of destroying the world and Nick knows.

Still, Nick allows him to stay with them as long as he can control the monster and use it to fight on their behalf.

This is I think the goriest book on this list, with lots of details on the ways Benji is slowly transforming into a monster. It's written by an autistic trans man. Benji is trans, while Nick is autistic. There is a lot of creepy fundamentalist religion in this book, as Benji was raised in the cult and their whole idea is that they should kill everyone not part of their world with their bioweapons.

Also from this author: The Spirit Bares its Teeth (coming September)

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Haunt [Ace Trappola | Maeda Yuuna]

Content: Kidnapping, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Ace Trappola/Maeda Yuuna

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Ace wasn’t always the best sleeper, but after those nightmares, his sleep became worse. So when he had woken up to 11:59 pm three times, he knew that something was wrong. Trey burst in the room moments later, asking him about his other roommates, who were—

“Where’d everybody go?”

Trey sighed, “I’m too late…” then gestured for Ace to follow him. “Ace, you better come with me for now.”

The lounge was barely filled, and Cater was nowhere to be found, so when Riddle explained that half the dorm had up and vanished, the pit in his stomach began to grow cold. It found its way up to his throat once Headmage Crowley had come to the conclusion that time had stopped over the entire campus, as well as over half the student body going missing. 

What about her?

A plan had been made to escort the students to the Mirror Chamber, but he couldn’t just leave her, so—

“Hey, uh…”

“Yes? What is it, Trappola?”

“Would it be cool if I made a pit stop somewhere?” He tried to keep his voice level, but he was itching to just run out. 

Riddle cut in, “Need I remind you that this is an emergency, Ace?”

“Look, I’m just a little worried about Yuuna and Grim over at Ramshackle.” A little more like terrified. 

Sebek offered his help, for some weird reason (he didn’t even know her), and Trey reasoned that it was a good idea, so he was stuck with him. 

“Trappola, Zigvolt, I would be happy for you to go, but I don’t wish to send two freshmen out by themselves…” He glanced at Trey, “Clover, go with them, if you would. 

Then they were off. There was no small chat made, and Ace was growing irritable every slow step he took. He wanted to run off, he needed to know that you were okay. 

You weren’t.

You were gone and there was someone lurking around. As much as he wanted to sock the fucker himself, he knew that if they were powerful enough to stop time on campus, then they would need all the firepower they could get. 

But in the end, he was too late. The culprit was gone, only leaving a card. 

All Night Raven College students are cordially invited to a Halloween party. Come and join the festivities. I await you at the venue.

An invi-fucking-tation. 

What an absolute bastard.

Yuuna had been kidnapped. Her kidnappers would not say the same as she had voluntarily gone with them, but—

How was she supposed to say no to Malleus Draconia?

She wasn’t, unless she wanted to end up like her nightmares. 

Lilia, who was in on it, assured her everything was fine, and that she only had to sit and wait in this room until the allotted time. Again, she couldn’t argue, she wasn’t a mage, didn’t have any weapons, and refused to get Grim involved. 

So all she could do is wait.

And wait

And wait.

Until the door opened on its open, giving Yuuna her cue. 

“Let’s get this shit show over with.”

As she drew closer, she learned that Malleus and Lilia had pretended to be possessed by the ghost and fought everyone who had come to save the missing students, but everything was unveiled because Grim was hungry (as per usual).

“While we were there, we thought we’d invite our living friends from Ramshackle, as well.”

Yuuna entered the spotlight then, giving the group of disgruntled students a two finger salute. 

“Yo. Been a while.”

“Yuuna…” Her gaze meet Ace’s, and they both knew. 

As soon as the moment presented itself, get the hell out of there.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to slip out unnoticed. The party was now and full swing and people were mainly mingling and eating, the whole ordeal already behind them.

Except for two people, of course.

Yuuna wasted no time plopping down at the base of the tree, the two of them had found. In sight of the venue, but far enough to not be bothered by what was going on inside. 

“You didn’t go willingly, right?” Of course, Ace was getting right to it. 

She chuckled, “No, I didn’t.” the shrugged. “It’s not like I can say no to one of the top five mages, now can I?”

“What a dick.” Ace joined her on the ground. “The ghosts said you were invited, but—”

“Having him starting at you with those eyes…yeah, basically like a gun to my head.” She paused, “...it reminds me of a nightmare I’ve had before.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw him bite his lip, debating on pushing the topic. 

She’d do it for him, since she already had started. 

“Before I came here, I constantly dreamed of death. They were always violent, and I’d never seen the person’s face.” Her gaze meet the moon’s. “Until dreams became reality.”

“Huh?!” Ace lunged forward, looking her over. “You were attacked in real life before?”

She nodded. “Yep. It was targeted or anything like that. Just…wrong place, wrong time.” She closed her eyes. “Just like how I got here.” 

“You…remember how you got here?”

“Of course, I do.” Yuuna turned away, “Never said anything, because no one ever asked.”

“...can I ask?”

Yuuna shook her head. “No, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to talk about it.” 

I'll be real, I wrote this out of spite. Adding more OC-inserts to the pile for people to disregard lol.

Anyway, spite aside,

Yuuna, you know I love you, right? The trauma I am inflicting you with is necessary, it's your canon event.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[animentality]

Hi! I read your book and I enjoyed it thoroughly and I can't wait for the next installment cause I'm curious where you're going to take things and also your way of writing is very unique and I'd love to experience it again!

Also "Happy moments with unhappy people" lives rent free in my head now thank you

Also the way you wrote the flashbacks made it my favorite part of the book and I ended up looking forward to the next one about halfway through and I'm obsessed with Rey specifically like I know he literally says he only has the fact that he's hot going for him but hot enough to get THAT many people utterly obsessed with him? I need to have words with him his game is INSANE

Also also also I found your style a little weird AT FIRST, but then once I got used to it the flow was perfect and I got literally possessed by the book until I finished it and the flashback with Anaheim hit me like a goddamn freight train

Like Rey is this little sunshine outwardly but sombre and mature in his relationships and that was already a gut punch but then Anaheim happened and everything just suddenly clicked. Like Rey became so human to me that now I every time I think about him I get a pit in my stomach (/extremely positive)

I am a little insane for your book thank you so much for writing it and I'll be re-reading it very soon and I hope I get absolutely destroyed the second time through <3

(I think Rey's charms were so powerful even through a phone screen he's making me read the book again <3)

(Also genuinely last note I'm sorry I'm unwell for your book but the world/city had impeccable vibes and I felt a longing after I finished reading, like I wanted to be in the world a little longer and I cannot think of a higher compliment for your worldbuilding)

I love your book <3!!!

;-;

Never apologize for feeling unwell for my book, I am grinning irl like a madman after reading this ask.

This is the best ask I've ever gotten for 7 deadly habits, congrats.

This is what I write for. Asks like these...you're too kind.

I'm so glad you liked it.

I'm so glad you understand Rey so well.

I'm so glad you came around to my weirder writing style. I know it's a bit of an adjustment for most people, but I'm glad you found its rhythm and now you get it.

Totally would've been ok if you didn't though, because I know it's a lot.

But ahhhhhh.

Your love for Rey...you get him!

He really is vivacious and lively and charming...except when he's not.

That little pun about how he's a ray of sunshine...and it's true. However.

It's also just a front.

The greater depth of his character comes from pain.

He is someone who has hurt a lot of people and been hurt badly.

And bravely carrying on...well, is it brave, if he simply can't face the truth?

If he has to hold it inside and keep himself together with cracked armor, this thing veneer of the person he used to be, back before he you know. Spoilered.

I'm so glad you appreciated him.

Some people don't get him.

But you've understood the assignment!!

And I just love flashbacks. They're my weakness and they're absolutely overindulgent but I can't help it. I love them too much.

I'm so glad you understood them. You liked them.

I always try to make them as evocative and lonely and somber and sometimes, rarely, too good to be true.

Memory is like that, you know. You remember things better than they were.

You have to, in order to survive...

Anyway, I'm gonna print out this ask and frame it.

You did it. You got me ready to tackle 7 deadly habits 2 again.

I'm ready to finish editing it and have it out by August.

I'm going to, goddamnit. Even if it's just for one person in the entire world...it's worth it.

Thank you so much for this ask ;-;

7 deadly habits means the world to me and then this ask hit me in the chest with a sledgehammer.

The asks that keep me writing novels...in the dark times, when I feel like I'm writing for no one...

Thank you for taking time out of your day to write this. I'll think about this ask for years.

[foofenshmirtz]

Humans taste like pork Chapter 1- waking up

 Disclaimer, this Au goes into detail about death, mentions of sexual assault, cults, religion, gore, and explicit details about violence. viewer discretion is advised. I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise and everything is purely for entertainment purposes. I only own my writing.

Waking up this morning felt like I was being dragged down into hell. The sun was peering brightly into my windows and it felt like I was on fire despite it being 30 degrees outside. One thing I hated about the woods was my living situation. It was lucky enough for me to have found a shitty old cabin I could bunk out in but the bed I found felt like it was made of rocks and it didn't help the fact that Yurei insisted on laying on top of me every night.

“Yurei, please… I can't breathe you’re going to suffocate me.” I wheezed out while trying to push her off me. luckily she complied. She was typically good about listening, and the fact that I was using all my strength just to free myself definitely was enough to disturb her sleep and annoy her just enough to move. I could barely see, the sun made me feel like I was being sucked into the void with nowhere to escape so I quickly and clumsily fell out of bed, not bothering to grab my crutches before I closed my “curtains”. They weren't really curtains, just a few blankets that were lying around that I managed to tack to the wall enough to act as blinds. The whole house was like this, it looked like one of those scary cabins you would see in an old horror movie from the 80s, the ones where only the hot dude lives and every woman ends up dying in the stupidest way possible like getting groped up by a weird possessed tree or them deciding it was a safe time to skinny dip in a lake at 1 am. The whole cabin was like this, just with the occasional movie poster on the wall being used to cover a hole or the very loud statement piece of my pink leopard print rug covered in old dried blood in the living room. I had hoped adding it would make me feel more at home, and it did but now my whole house feels like a trashy whore house in the early 2000s which seemed pretty on-brand for me at this point.

  �� I groaned when I tried to move, stumbling my way back over to my bed to grab my crutches and attempt to not fall on the way to the bathroom. My body shook and I couldn't see properly yet. It was clear I was not a morning person but I had shit to do so I knew I had to force myself to leave my house and pretend to be a person, at least for a few hours.

 Once in the bathroom I was quick to wash my face and brush my teeth, there was no water in the cabin due to its age so I simply used a water bottle to do everything I needed. It sucked but it worked but I couldn’t live like this forever so I knew I had to leave the house today. 

“Come on Yurei… it's time to start the day, we got stuff to do.” I muttered out. Yurei stretched and jumped off the bed, rushing to my dresser and pulling out some clothes from the bottom drawer as I sat on the edge of the bed. 

It wasn't like I couldn't get my own clothes, I definitely could but Yurei always looked happier when she had a job to do so I let her be.

“Good girl.” 

Yureis's tail started swinging aggressively as I began getting dressed in just a long flowy skirt and a black band tee about 3 times too big for my body. I had no desire to try and look presentable today, but I knew if I wanted to try and get on Tim's good side I needed to put in the effort so I slapped on my usual makeup and wrapped my arms in bandages before heading out the door with Yurei by my side. 

  Gravel and dirt crunched under my boots as I made my way to Where Tim and Brian lived. They had a shitty cabin not too far away from me, it looked extremely old and run down but it had power and I think plumbing thanks to Tim's handiwork and that's what I was trying to aim for. I didn't have much to trade, Not many weapons to my name or anything truly important in terms of what's useful around these woods, but I had something no man who has been living in the woods for who knows how long could refuse. Homemade food.

From what Ly told me the boys often lived off stolen gas station food and whatever else they can get their hands on. Most of the people in the area lived like that so I did my best to try and get them a decent meal. Given my current living situation, there was no way I would be able to make any amount of food, not without accidentally burning my house down but I managed to steal some Oliver Garden and make it look like I cooked it. It wasn't fancy but it looked delicious and if that wasn't enough I also “made” cookies. In reality, they were also stolen but they looked homemade so to them, all they needed to know was that I put in the effort. 

Walking with a big Tupperware container while trying to use my crutches wasn't the easiest, with the uneven terrain and my constant paranoia it felt like my head was spinning. What should’ve been an easy task felt like I was climbing a mountain, my mind ran with what-ifs. They could easily kill me, skin me, and use my body for their own needs, I was preparing for the worst. I was convincing myself that something horrible was going to happen and not long did it take for my brain to feel like a war zone, my mind telling me to go back home and hide inside till I eventually starved to death but my body kept moving and eventually I was at the doorstep to the decrepit looking cabin. 

 Ly had warned me to stay away from Toby, apparently, he's the most ruthless of the three boys and since his cabin was just next to Tim and Brian’s he was constantly with the two boys, but with my luck, he obviously had to be the one to open the door. He stared down at me with a blank expression, one hard to read due to half his face being covered by that Hannibal Lecter-looking mask. His eyes lacked emotion yet I could tell his brain was filled with thoughts, I just hoped none were about hurting me. 

“Um.. hi, is Tim home?” my voice came out as a soft squeak, almost like my vocal cords wanted to refuse my words.

“Y-You’re Julia... R-right?” Toby's voice was low and dark as he stuttered over his words. He sounded extremely tired and seemed to definitely not want to talk to anyone at the moment. I sank into myself, noticing Toby's deflection to my question and my brain screamed at myself to run away and just hide from the world.

“Ya…anyway, is Tim home? I was kind of hoping to talk to him about something.” 

“W-Whats in the container?”

“It's for Tim… or, well… it's for all of you but only if Tim is home.'' I tried to stand my ground but I could tell Toby saw right through me. I looked like a defenseless dog, scared and whining with my tail between my legs. This entire time Yurei had been behind me but once she noticed my aversion she quietly walked up next to me, causing Toby to immediately look down at her. His expression seemed to change instantly as his eyes made it seem like he was now smiling…not like I would've been able to tell though.

“Ya he's home… c-come on.” 

I nodded, following Toby inside the house. It seemed a lot cleaner than I figured it would, though it was still pretty apparent this was the house of a bunch of boys. There was a lack of furniture but there was a surprising amount of decor on the walls. Brian was sitting at the kitchen table working on some map or blueprint and for the first time I saw him without the mask he usually wore. I gave him a small wave but all he did was nod and go back to work. Brian himself seemed a bit disheveled and tired but I was starting to notice that being a trend with the three boys from the last 2 times I happened to encounter them.

 “T-TIM SOME GIRL IS HERE FOR YOU��..g-give him a few minutes.”

Toby's yelling made me flinch which only caused him to snicker as I put the container on a nearby counter.

“Ok.. thanks.” 

I could tell I was being awkward. I was always very shy and had a hard time reading people. I tried to be observant but in cases like this, I tried to be as likable as possible, hoping to say and do everything I could just to end up on their good side. My eyes wandered around the house, searching for anything that might help me start up a conversation and at first I felt like I was at a loss till I noticed the various band posters peeling off the walls near the couch.

“I like the MSI poster y'all have up near the TV…. I'm guessing one of y'all listen?” My voice quaked and my accent got a bit heavy as I tried to be friendly.

Brian didn't say anything or even look up at me, Toby on the other hand seemed distracted. He was having some kind of stare-off with Yurei before I noticed him start to reach down to pet her.

“Oh she’s not really fond of men she might try and bite yo-” 

I cut myself off, before I could even finish my sentence Toby was giving Yurei scratches and belly rubs. I had never seen her act like that before with a stranger which only made me feel even more cautious. So much for having a scary-looking dog to protect myself.

“I.. I've never seen her do that before with a stranger… usually she's pretty cautious… sorry if she drools at all sh-”

Toby butted in, “What's her name?”

“...It's Yurei.”

“That's a weird fucking name, s-shes cute though.”

I smiled and looked back down at Yurei. She seemed content, though I still couldn't wash the feeling of uneasiness away but at least Toby seemed friendly for now. 

 Tim eventually came down the stairs, his hair wet and he was currently buttoning up a red flannel shirt.

“What do you want?” Tim asked in a voice that made it seem like I only had about 5 seconds to explain myself before I got shot or beat up.

“Oh um, I have a trade…. Or deal to offer .... with you…” 

Tim looked at me, raising his eyebrow as he crossed his arms. Tim wasn't as tall as the other two men but he looked strong, almost like one punch from him could kill me and as he got closer to me I could smell the faint smell of cigarette smoke coming from him. Even if he wasn't as tall he still towered over me he got into my face.

“You wanna make a deal with us?” 

I nodded and tried my best to hold eye contact despite my body trying to fold into itself. The room felt extremely suffocating and I couldn't help but only focus on how many doors and windows were in the house, if they seemed locked or not, or how many seconds it would take for me to run to one, but all the windows seemed broken or forcibly locked forever and not long after I noticed that my brain was spiraling. It wasn't until I felt Yurei brush against my leg that I came back to reality.

“Y-Yes… look, I know you guys know these woods like the back of your hands. Yall know how to repair stuff and know how to not get lost in these woods and…  I don't have much to offer and I own very few weapons so I figured I'd bring something a bit different.” 

I stepped away, turning to the plastic containers and sliding them towards Tim.

“It's Italian food… and a few different types of cookies….. I figured having a homemade meal might be enough to at least see if you will be willing to at least give me advice on how to get shit working in my cabin, or even just a general heads up and tips on how to access the portal or just not get lost around here…… there are three different types of cookies. Chocolate, apple brown sugar, and normal sugar…....” 

The more I spoke the more stupid I felt, my accent was getting heavier the more nervous I got and it was obvious the guys could sense my fear. I was in the room with three of the scariest murderers in the woods and here I was offering them cookies and dinner for a few favors. I felt even more stupid when the room fell silent until I heard not just Toby laugh, but also Brian and Tim. I stayed silent, just fiddling with my fingers as I tried to focus on a random poster on the wall, wishing I could disappear or just have them kill me right then and there. My lungs felt like burning and I was going to speak again till Tim spoke up.

“We will give you a map but that's it and after you will leave. Understand?” 

My face lit up and I nodded.

“Yes, it's a deal then.”

I was beyond ecstatic yet tried to seem serious and put together as Brian stood up and walked over to me, handing me a map. It looked poorly drawn and the writing was almost unreadable but it was better than nothing.

“Anything on the map with a square over it is where the portals are.” 

I nodded and took the map from Brian's hands and held it close to my body, “Thank you….I appreciate it, I'll get out of y’all’s hair now.” 

I started to make my way to the front door when Tim started to speak again, my body now just halfway outside as I looked back at the boys. I was so close to freedom and safety.

“You seem sweet…. I don't know why you are in these woods but I recommend you stay away from most of the others….. This place will fuck up a girl like you.”

“I think it's too late for that but I appreciate it…. Thank you for the help…. And I hope you boys enjoy the food… goodnight.” I nodded before letting Yurei walk in front of me, closing the front door behind me as softly as I could before I started rushing back to my house. I was finally free yet I was still not safe, so I ran, ran as fast my crutches would let me till I came tumbling through my cabin doors. 

My lungs burned and my vision was splotchy but I was safe as I slid down onto the floor doing my best to catch my breath. My eyes were shut tight, my legs shook and I felt like I was drowning but I soon started to relax as Yurei placed her head in my lap, doing her best to keep me calm.

“I’m ok Yurei… we are safe…. We did good today.”

Yureis's tail started wagging again as she raised her head back up, leaving a small puddle of drool where her mouth was. 

“Ew… gross.” 

I cringed while I whipped the drool off my skirt before slowly getting back to my feet.

When I took out the map It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be and had several pages, it covered most of the forest along with markers on where all the portals and important landmarks were. The woods were bigger than I had originally thought, there was a campsite just north of my cabin along with old parks, burnt-down neighborhoods, and markers where all the other crazy people lived. The thing that really caught my attention though was just a bit away from the campsite was a locker room with a note written just above the building stating it was still operational. I was deep in thought till I felt a shiver down my spine, turning around quickly and coming face to face with Lyra.

“OMG Ly…. what have I said about sneaking up behind me," I muttered, sinking back down into myself as I looked back at the map.

“Sorry, but you seemed so focused…. What's this?” 

“I traded with Tim… it wasn't enough to get them to fix the electricity but they did give me a map of the area so that's a plus.”

“...and how did that go….” Lyra seemed a bit anxious but I've learned to not question it with her, all I did was nod as I looked back up.

“Surprisingly well…felt like I was gonna die but it was ok.” I did my best to try and reassure Lyra, she always seemed nervous when she talked about any of the others, she was also constantly trying to keep me safe and far away from the others.

“Why are you so nervous around them….. I know you don't like my questions but I can't help but ask. Are they really that brutal?” 

Lyra nodded and sat on the counter next to the map, crossing her legs as she leaned back onto her hands.

“Look, I have my reasons, just… I don't want you to get hurt, you’re like the little sister I never had and I wanna make sure you don't get fucked over.” 

“Technically I'm older than you but I get what you’re trying to say. Thanks, I'll be careful but….. Did one of them like…. Kill you? I get it if you don't wanna answer that but you gotta understand why I would think that.” 

Lyra looked at me with an annoyed expression, not saying a word before she rolled her eyes and looked back down at the map.

“Fine, don't answer the question, but I do have to ask you something. What do you know about that old locker room down near the campsite?”

“Down near Jeff's? That place is pretty popular, a lot of people use the area to shower since most of the cabins don't have water if they aren't close to Tim…. I don't recommend it, that place is really gross and is a quick way to contract some disease or you might just stumble into someone.”

“Does it beat bathing in the cold ass river?”

“Only if you don't mind all the needles and junkies.”

I groaned as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I was sick of bathing in the river but I also didn't want to get kidnap and sold to some gang or potentially contract some disease so for now I had to just stick to the river even if it might make me lose a toe or five.

“Why can’t things start going my way?” I groaned loudly as my head hit the kitchen counter, slumping over as Lyra rubbed my back. Her hand felt like cold jello, almost like I was being pet by a water bed. Ghosts felt gross.

“It’ll get better….. Eventually.”

“I'm just hungry… and tired…”

I felt like I was going to cry, I had no reason to and I didn't want to do it in front of Lyra but I couldn't help but feel the burning sensation in my eyes starting to brim up.

“Juilies……come on…I know where to find a quick meal for ya.” 

I laughed and raised my head, pushing myself off the counter and using my crutches to support myself up. 

“Please… it's been days.”

“Come on then, I know where we can find you something quick.”

Lyra led me out of the house, her transparent body moved slowly to not tire me as she led me to one of the nearby portals. I Had only gone through them once or twice before and although they were convenient, they were also extremely sickening. Stepping inside it made my organs feel like they were being curdled like old milk, twisting my insides like I was being put into a blender. Yurei didn't look much better than me, she whined and tried to scratch at her nose as I did my best to stabilize myself. Lyra on the other hand seemed perfectly ok, she didn't have a physical body so there was nothing to really disturb.

“Come on… it's not much further up ahead, just up near the main trail before the farm.”

Lyra called out as she started to float ahead of us. Yurei and I did our best to catch up despite our dizziness. 

It wasn't too bad of a walk, around 5 minutes past the portal and we were there. Just off the trail before the burnt-down farm was a clearing with a large tree in the middle. The grass was overgrown with shinged symbols embedded into the ground, leading up to the tree where three hanging bodies were. Their intestines were all tired together, falling off the branches like party streamers as if we were at some sick birthday party for the mentally deranged. 

“This is rather… eccentric.” my voice blank as I walked over to the bottom of the tree and looked up at the corpse's twitching body.

“This is Natalie’s doing… she lives not far away and is often the reason for these weird… “works of art” as she calls them. She's fucking crazy, she just makes“sculptures” out of her victim's bodies… I doubt she will give you any trouble but I recommend you be quick. I doubt she will be happy if she sees you messing with her shit.” 

“Noted, I'll be quick.” 

I waited for Lyra to turn around, not wanting to subject her to more gore in her already macabre life. Once I was sure she was gone I was quick to rip into the flesh of the hanging corpse, letting my mouth fill up with the copper taste. Strands of Veins got stuck in my teeth while I felt chunks of flesh slide down my throat. My head felt dizzy as I started to lose myself but my fangs hitting bone and the sounds of Yurei’s barking averted my attention.

“Sorry girl… here.” 

I took a large butcher's knife out from my backpack and sliced through the man's ankle, cutting the foot clean off so Yurei could have dinner too.

I could feel the familiar feeling of tears in my eyes as I felt the flesh get caught in my lip rings. Chunks fell from each messy bite I took and fell into my shirt and it wasn’t long before I started bawling my eyes out. It wasn't like I chose this like I chose for my main source of sustenance to come from human flesh. I missed eating pasta and burgers with mac and cheese but anytime I tried to quit I would always lose control and wake up with just blood and bones to clean up.

“Are you done yet!?” lyra yelled out with her translucent hands over her ears and her eyes shut so hard it looked like she was trying to stop herself from crying.

The combination of her yelling and what sounded like popping boba in my mouth seemed to shake me back to the real world. My clothes were stained and the corpses now were mostly just bone along with mangled flesh and hanging muscle falling onto the ground. The sight was disgusting and the smell was most likely worse.

“Ya… sorry about that… come on Yurei.” 

Yurei was covered in blood with drool dripping off her snout as she carried what looked like a mangled hand in her mouth. I decided it was best for us to walk behind Lyra again so we didn't subject her more to all the gore.

The walk was quiet as we got back to the house and not long did it take us to get inside. The living room was dark, the only light being from my phone flashlight till I managed to light some candles.

“You staying for a while?” My voice was soft as I kept my back to ly.

“Nah… I'll be back tomorrow though… get cleaned up, you probably smell like a saw victim.” 

I laughed as I took my clothes off, leaving them on the ground as I used a wet rag to clean my body.

“I feel like a saw victim…. See ya tomorrow though, be safe doing whatever it is that you do.” 

With that Lyra left the cabin, leaving Yurei and I to try and get the caked layer of blood off ourselves without being forced to go bathe in the cold leech-filled lake. my body felt too heavy for me to want to even attempt to try and leave the house again, despite barely being awake for 4 hours I was ready to go back to sleep, I wanted to hide away again, and that was what I intended to do. Once I had my pajamas back on I immediately crawled back into my nest of a bed despite knowing I should be writing in my journal or studying the map but I couldn't bring myself to get up, I wanted to just rot for as long as I could. The mattress itself felt like rocks but with enough pillows and blankets, it was warm enough for me to at least fall asleep and bury my body in the sheets like it was my grave.

Hey guys sorry for the extremely delayed update, I've had little to no motivation, and for the past few weeks I've been sick very on and off but I promise to update this story more since I have a lot of material made for this project of mine. Sorry for the delay and thank you all <3 -Foofy

[definitelynotapossum]

Way Back Home

You can read this fic, and all my others, on my ao3!

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The nights in Hyrule had gotten to a point where, come morning, the trees, grass, and whatever flowers were left would be coated in a thin sheet of icy frost, as the seasons began their final change of the year. Grasses shriveled up, most fall crops were dying, and Hyrule's local waterfowl were beginning to leave for the warmer southern waters. Next spring, they would return and nest in the nearby ponds and springs.

Zelda was home alone at Links abode in Hateno, dumping what was left of the slightly damp firewood into the furnace. It was sappy wood, so now and again, she would jump from the sound of a loud crack as the heat made the wood pop and crackle viciously.

Link was supposed to return from a trip to Rito Village soon. Kass had asked for some help reaching his destination on a three-day trip, and the only path they could take ran through Lizalfos camps and Lynel territory. Link was more than happy to accompany him, always ready to lend a hand to a friend. That was four days ago, but Zelda hadn't the slightest worry. Sometimes his trips took a little longer than expected, especially when unsavory weather, monsters, or villagers needing help popped up unannounced. He was capable, that she knew of, and never doubted.

Originally, she had planned to go, but Link insisted she stay home and have some time to herself to do what she pleased, whether that be reading, writing, practicing archery, or putting together another one of her weird science experiments, as long as he didn't come home to a blown up house. She thought about it and realized she had been tagging along so much that she never made enough time for her own interests. "Actually, that's not a half-bad idea. There are some potion recipe parchments I gathered from the library. I'd like to try them and… Oh! I have to read those books too!"

Zelda was curled up on the couch reading said book. She had snatched it from Hyrule Castle's worn-down library during a scouting trip with Link. It was still intact and readable, and she took it, along with multiple others she found interesting, such as some fantasy novels, and romantic literature. This particular one was about native flora and fauna and she flipped through its pages, enamored with the scientific sketches and drawings. "Some of these flowers don't even exist anymore!"

Living in Hateno had swiftly become one of her favorite things about her new life. Though she was a princess a hundred years ago, she hadn't missed all the formalities, like those itchy ceremonial dresses, early mornings rushing to etiquette practice, or spending hours on end in freezing spring waters trying to access a power she wasn't even sure she possessed. Here, she could come and go as she pleased, spend hours indoors without someone banging on the door, rushing her to some diplomatic meeting, and, best of all, she had Link with her all the time, and there were no maids around to spread "scandalous rumors" about the pair. The worst she heard around the village was "Hey, are you Link's girlfriend?" Which she'd proudly announce "yes" to.

It was peaceful above all else. A warm fire, fuzzy lynel skin blankets, books to read, food to eat, and houseplants galore, a show of Link's green thumb. It was all she needed to be content. The only thing that could make it better was if he'd hurry on home.

Whatever pleasant thoughts she had were interrupted by three forceful knocks on the front door. She froze up and dropped the book to the floor, momentarily angered by the fact she had lost what page she was on. She really needed to invest in a bookmark.

A voice came from outside. Link's voice, albeit a bit hoarse. "Zelda? Zelda! Open up. It's me."

The moon was at its highest point in the sky. What was he doing back at that time of night, and in such cold temperatures? She pulled herself from her comfy seat, tossing the blankets to the side. "Great heavens, Link. It's midnight!" She strode towards the door. "What are you doing back at this hour-" her words were cut off by a loud gasp when she flung the door open. Instead of her knight jumping into open arms as she had hoped, she found him in a much worse off state.

First was the blood. So much fucking blood. He was covered head to toe like he had gone swimming in it. Some of it was dried, some fresh, but it was all a horrific sight. Then there were the bruises, two on his arm, one on his leg, another on his face, and there were some hidden under the torn clothing he was wearing. Some looked like they were beginning to turn blue, and Zelda worried about broken bones.

Lastly, he was paler than snow. His lips had lost their pinkish coloring, as did the tips of his ears and fingers. He looked like walking death. She noticed that his eyes were starting to dilate, as he did his best to hold her gaze, and she grew worried, knowing that usually, that happens right before…

"Sweet Hylia! Link!" She saw him begin to sway forward, and she lunged, grabbing him under his arms and hauling him upwards, and he garbled something unintelligible.

"Huh? What?"

She gave him a few seconds to come back to. "Bandages… and there's elixirs by the sink." He swayed again and she held him steady. "The table. Please."

"Right, right. Here, arm over my shoulders." She helped him lift his left arm over her, and slowly, they made their way to the kitchen table, where she plopped him down in a chair and only went to fetch his requested items when she was sure he wouldn't collapse again.

She came back only moments later, and Link mumbled again. "Can't see…"

"It's alright, I'm right here." The biggest gash was on his outer right thigh, and she immediately went to work wrapping it as tightly as she could manage, earning several pained noises from Link. "All this blood…"

"Most of it's not mine." He grumbled.

"I'm unsure whether that's better or worse." She finished off the bandaging and popped open an elixir for Link to take. "Here. Don't chug it all at once or you'll vomit. Little sips."

He did as he was told, slowly taking little sips at a time, while Zelda got to work on some of his lesser wounds. A cut on his shoulder, a bruise to his stomach, a puncture in his arm, a slash across his top lip, a lesion to his shoulder blade, the list went on and on, but Zelda was quick. What felt like a month's supply of medical bandages later, she was sure she had every single one cleaned and dressed, and some were starting to heal at the edges thanks to the healing elixir. Link had already opened his second one and was starting to drink it too, and she had to remind him again to go slow.

She was wetting a washcloth in the sink when Link tried to stand, but stars clouded his vision as soon as he did, and his body suddenly felt like lead. He landed back on the chair with a heavy thud, making Zelda panic, and rush over.

"Don't try that! You've lost far too much blood. Besides, I'm still working on these." She pointed to a cut with stitches that she had worked on. "Try to raise your arms. I need to get these filthy clothes off of you." 

He languidly hoisted them upwards, and Zelda took extra caution in maneuvering the fabric around all his wounds, worried about infecting them. She tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, then crouched down, undoing his belt. "Pants too." A little bit of color returned to his face as he froze. 

"Link-"

"Yeah! Yeah…" He snapped out of it and lifted his hips so she could get the garment off. It was safe to say that everything he was wearing would be tossed out or burned, and he was left sitting in his boxers.

Zelda backed up and finally took a good look. He looked like hell had swallowed him whole, chewed him up, and spat him back to earth. The injuries were all dressed, but he didn't look any better. He looked defeated. She squeezed the washcloth in her hands, and strode over, gingerly wiping some dried blood off his collarbones. "Oh, Link. What happened out there?"

He said nothing. Instead, he just looked over at the wall, clearly not wanting to say. Zelda wiped more blood and gore off of him before pressing for an answer. "Link." She brought a finger under his chin and gently, but firmly, pulled him to face her. "What? Happened?" She punctuated each word.

Beat, he sighed roughly, like a balloon losing all its air, and pressed a hand to his forehead. "Yiga."

"Fucking hell, Link."

"I know, I know. Don't berate me, the wounds were a lesson enough." He coughed wetly. "Shit."

Finished with her work, she took the blood-stained cloth and tossed it on top of the ruined clothing. "How many were there?"

He held up his fingers to count and then dropped them. "Ten? Twenty? I don't know. They just kept appearing. It felt like an ambush."

"I don't see how it couldn't have been an ambush. Are they all dead?"

"Yes-" he caught himself. "No. Wait. No. I… well… I got some of them but I- I just-" It pained him to even say it.

"You did what?" She questioned. He looked at her for a moment, trying to calm his nerves, which were becoming more frayed by the second. Zelda knew what he had done. He wouldn't have been there had he not, but she knew just how much it bothered him, so she placed a hand on his. "Ran away. You ran for your life."

She felt his body tense at the fact. "I- I ran. I ran as fast as I could." His voice broke and Zelda swore she heard her heart shatter into a million little pieces. "I took down a few, then more came for me. I got overrun, and… one of them cut my arm, then another. I just- there were too many." He brought his head up and looked straight at her, and Zelda suddenly realized she was witnessing something she had never seen before. "I just ran. They chased me but I ran." Tears were now flowing, dripping onto the bandages.

"I was scared, Zelda. I was so fucking scared."

Those few words made him feel more bare and seen than he had ever felt before, and his breathing got more erratic as every silent second passed by. 

Zelda stood, taking both his hands in hers, and tugging. He stood up, still jaded, but a little confused as she slowly led him towards the couch, and the warm, but dimming fire. She sat down first, never letting him go, then guided him to follow. His breathing was still labored, and she worried he would pass out again. "Come here, love." 

Moving hurt him, from every part of his body, and he would hiss in pain every time a wounded part of him would hit the side of the couch, or he would put weight on the wrong leg. Slowly, he eased himself down on top of Zelda, until he was able to wrap his arms around her shoulders and release some of his body weight. He let out a long breath of relief.

She shifted slightly to grab a blanket off the floor, and he whined. "Sorry." She dragged the blanket up over them both, covering him just below his shoulders, and he shifted to get more comfortable. He looked at her, and she looked like she was thinking hard. Gazing upon his battered body and teary face with a judging look, as she did with those weird experiments of hers.

"Zelda. Say something. Anything."

She looked like she had been pulled from a trance, and she sighed, letting her hands drift under the blanket as she rubbed up and down his sides and back. He felt like he could fall asleep at the first touch. "My dear, sweet knight. Of all the courageous, boar-headed, and downright crazy things I've seen you do," She brought her hand to his face, "I think this is, by far, the bravest thing you've ever done."

"But-" Link couldn't believe his ears, and he perked them, curiously. "But I ran!"

"You did, you ran for your life. You ran as fast as you could go and because of that you are alive, Link. You came home to me because you ran."

He was starstruck, and Zelda's patience was wearing paper thin. She leaned forward, pulling him in and kissing him as hard and fervently as ever, making him squeak, but she slowed as she felt him melt, like wax over flame. She kept telling herself to be gentle, not breaking him any more than he already was.

He tried to mumble something, and she pulled back, letting him catch his breath to speak. 

"It's not right. That wasn't courage, that was fear. I was frightened." Tears returned anew, though not as much as before. "It's not right. I'm supposed to be a hero, courage incarnate. Not whatever the hell this is." He gestured to himself, placing his hand on his chest.

She took his hand and wrapped him back around her shoulders. "Link, true courage is knowing when to run. If you didn't, you wouldn't be fighting another day." She frowned. "You never would have come home. To me."

Link sniffled, and buried his face in her neck, trying and failing to get closer when there was no more air between them, and Zelda curled around him, sheltering and warming him until his whimpers and cries got quieter and quieter, until all she heard was heavy breaths. He finally peeled himself away from her, sitting up a little straighter. She put her hand back to his cheek and he all but melted at the touch, pushing closer to her. She smelled like pine and chamomile, and Link wondered for a moment if he really had died and made it to heaven.

He glanced at her lips and leaned forward. "Kiss me?" And Zelda fought back a smirk.

Oranges. She had been eating oranges because he tasted the faint citrus flavor every time he kissed her. Maybe some strawberries too, but mostly the oranges. She pressed harder into the kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth and making him moan. He had surrendered, too tired to take control, but more than willing to let her take charge.

It went on until the embers in the fire started to die out, and Zelda pulled back, nor before placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I love you, Link, but now I want you to rest, ok?" He nodded, sad they had to stop, but his yawn told him she was right. "Lay down. I'm not going anywhere."

She saw the way he looked around them, out the windows, and at the door. The horrors of the ambush are still fresh in his mind, so she had to remind him that he was safe. "Link, no one is going to get you." She lifted her hand to him, and a faint glow of the Triforce shone just under the skin. "Not while I'm here. Now sleep, my knight."

He felt so lucky to have her, and he smiled widely, taking her hand, still faintly glowing, and pressing a kiss to it, before settling down, and laying his head on her chest. "I love you too, Princess. More than you'll ever know." He was out within minutes, breathes coming in slight wheezes from the injuries, but comfortable other than that.

Zelda watched for a while before she felt herself grow weary and fatigued. She scooted down, careful not to wake him, and snuggled closer. "Goodnight my love."

Seeing him in such a state pained her. Images of red-clad warriors with curved blades and white masks danced in her head, filling her with seething, fiery rage. Like hell, they were going to take someone else she loved out of her life. Not a chance. Not with her alive and kicking. She'd kill Ganon a hundred times over to protect him, so some Yiga ambush was nothing.

"Link, I promise you. I will find them, and I will destroy… Every. Last. One." With her promise sealed, she allowed herself to drift off.

[alj4890]

To Make It Better

(Tom Sato x F!MC*Taylor Vance) in a Choices It Lives Beneath drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: kisses against a wound.

A/N I've wanted to write for these two for a long time. One of my favorite scenes in It Lives Beneath is when Tom offers to help the MC with some first aid on the cult boat (and realizes he's in love *sigh*). I think, given how adorably sweet he is that he would have offered to treat her wounds in previous chapters. In this drabble, I'm going to have it happen after the attack at the gala.

Rating: Mature for brief mentions of violence and death *trigger warnings*

Masterlist

Taylor couldn't wrap her head around all that happened. The past events themselves defied belief. There really is a cult in Pine Springs! Her grandfather was not only a member but had also admitted to being part of the group who killed her parents. Then the monsters coming out of the woods to attack were just the icing on the cake.

And let's not forget the weird ghost skeleton in the lake who tried to drown her brother, Elliot.

If that wasn't enough to kill her, at least in spirit, then the rich jerk who was hosting the party tried to finish the job.

Remembering how it felt to be lifted in the air made Taylor shiver. The weird, mystical power Richard Sutcliffe used to choke her without even touching her made chill bumps erupt across her skin.

"What a night." Taylor mumbled as she collapsed in one of the kitchen chairs.

She gazed around her grandfather's kitchen. The log cabin had seemed cozy when she and Elliot first moved in. Now, she wondered at the shadows. They possessed a slightly ominous edge to them since she knew the kind of man her grandfather was.

Is he really a murderer? Is that why Mom and Dad never had him come around while I was growing up? Did they know Grandpa was evil?

A knock at the door made Taylor nearly jump out of her skin. Fear trickled down her spine as she crept quietly to peep out the window.

Her body relaxed once she made out Tom's faint outline in the porch light.

"Hey." She motioned for him to come in. "What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you." Tom ducked his head bashfully with that admittance. "When Imogen's dad said he needed to talk privately to you and Elliot, I knew I couldn't horn in."

"That's really sweet of you." Taylor said. "You want to sit down?"

"Yeah!" He cleared his throat. "That'd be um, yeah."

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"What's in the box?" She asked.

Tom looked down in surprise as if seeing the box he'd carried over for the first time.

"It's a first aid kit." His cheeks heated with color. "I um, I noticed you got banged up tonight and thought you could use some help."

He gestured towards her left shoulder. "You were bleeding there earlier."

"You could tell?" Taylor joked. "I thought wearing a red dress would hide that sort of thing."

Tom grinned at her. "What can I say? Nothing gets past these sharp eyes of mine."

He pushed his glasses up then popped the top off the container. He began to tske out bandages along with antiseptic spray and cream.

Taylor bit down on her bottom lip as she carefully eased her nightshirt off her shoulder.

Tom winced at the sight of deep gashes along the once flawless skin. He gently touched near the wound while studying it.

"Give it to me straight, Doc." Taylor looked over her shoulder at him. "Will I live?"

"You'll live." He began to clean it with some alcohol. "It's going to hurt like hell for a while, but you'll make it."

Taylor sucked in a painful breath when he dabbed at the deepest part of her scratches.

"Sorry." Tom gently rubbed her back with his free hand. "We have to clean this before I bandage you up."

"I know." Taylor hissed when fresh alcohol was added. "Damn weird snake bear thing! I'd like to rip its claws out!"

Tom fought a grin as she described all the ways she would tear the monster apart if it ever crossed her path again.

He next applied some antibacterial cream. It had some type of numbing agent that helped Taylor calm down.

"That feels good." She mumbled, relaxing back some closer to him.

"Yeah?'

"Yeah."

Tom added more, gently dabbing it into every crevice of the claw mark.

He reached for a set of gauze.

"Still good?" He checked.

"Yep." Taylor looked at him over her shoulder. "Though I think there is something that could make it better."

"What's that?" Tom searched through the first aid kit. "Other than sutures, I don't think I have anything else that can help heal it faster."

"Haven't you ever heard of kissing to make it better?" She asked.

Tom's face turned beet red. He nervously tucked a lock of his own hair behind his ear while debating on whether or not she was serious.

Does she really want me to kiss her on her shoulder?

After all, they had already kissed a couple of days ago. Granted, she'd been the one to kiss him. But still...he really wanted to kiss her again.

"I uh, I don't think you want me kissing your wound." He stammered.

"Maybe not directly." Taylor replied. "But I wouldn't say no to some kisses around it."

Tom blinked as he stared at her shoulder.

Taylor softly sighed. She knew she shouldn't pressure him into kissing her. She simply couldn't help herself. When she first met Tom Sato, she'd been instantly smitten. Seeing him take out the first monster who attacked her made her fall even harder for him. Take that and add in the fact that he believed her story about the ghost in the lake without question, she knew she was almost in love with him.

He was everything she'd been looking for in a guy. He was sweet. He had a great sense of humor. And...Tom was incredibly brave.

Why wouldn't I fall hard for---

Taylor remained perfectly still when she felt the first brush of his soft lips upon her skin. Her eyes closed over the strange flutters zigzagging in her stomach as he dotted gentle kisses around her wound.

His arms slid around her waist as he pressed a sweet kiss to the side of her neck.

"How's that?" Tom's voice was deeper with emotion than it had been before.

"Perfect." Taylor whispered.

"Then let's get you bandaged up."

Once he finished, the two settled closer to one another on the couch.

"You want to talk about what went down tonight?"

Taylor scooted even closer to his side while shaking her head.

Tom quietly touched her arm in understanding.

"Would you mind staying?" She asked. "At least for a little while?"

"I don't mind at all."

Taylor lifted his arm and snuggled under it, pulling it around her.

Tom grinned at her doing so.

"Comfortable?" He teased.

"Very." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, you know, for being here and helping me with everything."

He brushed another kiss on her lips. "Anytime."

[artisticbunny]

Ok ok ok Bun I am consuming this lore like you would not believe. Thank you so much for sharing and answering all my crazy asks and not beating me up or anything because I’m weird. (Sorry that’s the first thing that came to mind lol—)

Ok ok, to the point! Terra is def one of the faves of mine Oki? So like can we know more about her? Like how long has she been guarding her ancient object? What happened to her people? Is there something I missed because I wanna know! How long has she been around? How is she connected to the prophecy if she’s guarding an object related to it?

Alright alright lots of questions this time! (Sorry if it’s overwhelming, I just really like sirens because they’re interesting creatures imo lol)

As always stay awesome Bun! You’re amazing! <333 :D

SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU OF COURSE!!! ID NEVER BEAT YOU UP OVER ANYTHING AAA

Here is some more info on Terra!

First off, I have drawings of all my characters except for two (I actually do but they aren’t as recent so XP) so im gonna also tack on a visual of her for you <3

Here is a detailed explanation on Terra’s background as well ;3

Terra was born into high social status, her grandmother being positioned to protect their city's most prized possession, the sacred magic shard used to power the most important areas of the city Kcorplek. This is the same shard that Terra is found protecting during the events of the story. Terra’s family is a long line of very powerful and very skilled warriors that were often found in a group referred to within their society as “Guardians”. Highly trained warriors that are sworn to protect their people and their city, no matter the cost. At the age of 4, Terra began training to become a Guardian, She was found to be extremely gifted with her powers. At around age 16, She was able to graduate into the academy (the highest ranking school) at the top of her class, having been able to complete the entry test with ease, even when she was much younger than the rest of her class. Such a test being to incapacitate and re-trap a giant sea serpent let loose into the testing arena. Halfway through her final year of the academy, the city was attacked by a group land-dweller raiders. they wore equipment that drowned out the best attempts of the guardians' siren songs. Their defenses meant nothing. Amidst the chaos, Terra's grandmother gave her the sacred shard. Terra swore to not only her grandmother, but to the city that she would keep it safe, no matter the cost, and escaped unspotted to the surface, where she clawed her way out of the lake holding her city, across the mesa reefs (A biome of my own creation: mesa pocked with salt water lakes and ponds filled with brightly colored, beautiful coral reefs), and lake/pond hopped until she felt she was far enough away to be considered safe. It’s been about ten years since then by the time Brook comes into the scene.

Terra has no clue what became of her people, but world building wise, they were ransacked for all of their treasures. They’ve been recovering since then, continuing to sell their main export: salt from the salt deposits left behind from the ancient ocean that once covered the land where they live now and housed their evolutionary ancestors. This ocean has since dried up.

The salt from this region is coveted by magic users for its ability to enhance magical spells, and also by cooks because it is some of the most high-quality salt in the land. It is theorized that the salt contains microscopic remains and spirits of the prehistoric creatures that roamed the ancient ocean, and that is why it can be used in this way for magic users! :) (it’s also an orange color because of the iron deposits also found in this region!)

Left without their magic shard, however, the city was left to find other means to power their homes and businesses.

Terra is currently 28 years old! :) sirens age very similarly to humans, despite the fact that they are convergent species!

(I have put so much thought into the biology of each of the species in this world lol, I’ve even made my own creatures!!!! I created little bug creatures that feed on mushroom insides and use the left over caps as protective shells like hermit crabs! They take on the properties of whatever mushroom they consume and use for shelter as a Defence mechanism!!! They are also immune to said effects of mushrooms x3 I also made creatures that feed off of the fear of their prey and can cause hallucinations with their venom in order to further cultivate their fear! They are able to spray and release the venom into the air as a mist! If you breathe it in it has similar effects, though less potent)

Terra herself is not really related to the prophecy. Her people were given information long long ago that a chosen hero would be sent down in order to collect it, but unfortunately, the prophecy given with the shard is long forgotten.

I’m also gonna throw in some extra facts for you!!! Sirens are able to breathe both above and below water through a combined gill and lung system. Water goes in through their gills, air goes in through the mouth. They are able to switch out the system used on command. Sirens are descendants of carnivorous creatures, causing their sharp serrated teeth, they have since evolved to eat vegetation as well, making them omnivores. Sirens absorb water through their skin, making it so that they have no need for drinking. Sirens can’t actually hypnotize you, they just mess with your emotions and pre-existing desires in order to make you do what they want!

I think there may be more but that’s all that comes to mind right now X)

Sorry this took so long to reply to! I’ve been in class all day qwq

[bitbrumal]

                                HEADCANON                         / ‘the god of love is lonely’  ↩            ↤ khioniya :: ‘aggressively chill’

khioniya, smirking just the tiniest bit as she comfortably lowers herself to the floor- does she feel the slightest bit Beneath Rosalyn ( @lalohefalter​ ) even in sexy ways no khioniya's not very good at feeling that but she's very content to let her queen make her queenly moves. if she'd like to step on a godqueen then go off girlboss-        helpfully provides opportunity for one of her fave pastimes.      does that ruin it? hm.

help i should write a hc abt this it's so funnyds fjskafjdskj she cannot feel lesser than anyone or -thing. it's illogical & alien to her. everything's equal; this here tree gets to punch me in the face if i give it due cause & vice versa c'mon now we're all fine. what is all this weird classist bullshit. bitch i became a god & decided we’re all equal anyway so how are u lot still being this wild about ur own inferiority complex--                    cuz i felt this way before becoming a god           so i’m js what are u being weird & weak for. tsk.

does she deem people / orgs / instances beneath her due to their personal choices? fuck yeah, that’s there - it’s not that she doesn’t judge like anyone else, she just... shuns the idea of better inherently just because the value of a living being or thing is not understood by the one doing the judging.           ---but people who are beneath her aren’t beneath her, they just don’t classify as ‘good enough at being a person to be considered one themselves’. if you can’t leave ppl the fuck alone unless you need to fuck their shit up, you don’t get air. booh, bitch. die.

it’s part of why she doesn’t... do all the classist things as a ruler? like, you can’t step out of line, she’ll keep you well in there- but the line isn’t calling her majesty or bowing or giving her more space than you would anyone else, or letting her do shit you don’t want, or not giving your honest opinions on the proceedings.

                 I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW that i write a god who embodies all the.. ‘higher being cradling lesser beings to its chest & protecting it with higher powers just bc ur smol i’m big + divine territoriality’... but resolutely refuses to be aware of her position as a thing that is honestly terribly imposing to almost anyone, because.         :’c she doesn’t like when ppl keep their distance so much. pls she doesn’t bite unless ur mean. ( she didn’t become a protector to be lonelier, so why is this how it’s turned out-? ) in an actually shit or at least not entertaining way ( she’s desperate she’ll take it. come be mean then, as long as it’s honest. refreshing. ) c’mon. come play? booh. she’s lonely-

ppl:  gasp! a god. gotta be plastic abt this khioniya:  well then i just won’t talk. at all. guess whether i’m mad i’m not gonna give you a clue until you apply normal people rules to me-

WHICH THEY DON’T. SO. OOP.

so it’s both a) genuinely too self-possessed, confident, & kind-hearted to see things as a hierarchy of importance. of power? value to a specific cause? sure! but not as generally inherently more deserving of consideration than others. b) yeah she’s not making that weird behaviour worse. ( except that she is. pls just tell them you want them to act normal- but the whole point is she doesn’t want ppl to do what they think she wants them to :c just be real ffs.               & since real means distance to almost all of them...          she has accepted this. )

[marizzyartz]

Self Satisfaction: a woman's path to sexual revolution

Casual sex was a lie sold to women packaged as a path to sexual revolution. For so long women have had to advocate for themselves when it comes to bodily autonomy. In every way possible our freedom to just be has been stripped away and distorted. This has forced women  into battle not only with society but with themselves. For women living in a patriarchal society, every waking day is a battle. We’re too small, too big, too loud, too proud, too “wifey, but not for right now.” And yet all of that stems from sources outside of ourselves and out of our control. At the core of what we want is exactly that: the power to control that we are surrounded by a safe environment that protects us and doesn’t leave us out to dry. To be a woman is to be a liability, and the one thing that we do have control over is our pleasure. It's our God given right to feel good. 

"sexo virtual" 5x7 pen on paper -2023

What we’re not talking about enough is the whole journey to the center of the self to figure it out. Women are cerebral creatures. Our minds must be stimulated in order for the rest of our bodies to be. So even if that looks like casual sex our connections should be able to do at the minimum that: connect. Precursor:I can only speak on what I know personally and that's heteronormative and monogamous relationships [boo… tomato tomato tomato, very boring! I’m sorry]. Men aren’t getting it. We want to be explored, not exploited. Carressed not creamed pied. Rubbed on, not rabbitted. So I'm here to say that the real sexual revolution is not coming from that cutie you met the other night at the art gallery, but from the deepest, truest, most intimate depths of yourself. 

Let’s be real, the culture of sex in America is still very hostile and violent. This is not a man bashing blog, or saying that all straight men act or behave in this way; but I believe that even those guys would admit they couldn’t say the same thing for all of their male peers. Men weren’t taught to respect and see women as their equal, so why would they respect and see women as their equal? They were taught to view their relationship to us as an ego trip, a possession- a prize. And although it’s great to be prized, we are asking to be seen as a human, with a whole spectrum of feelings and emotions. 

Casual sex in theory is great- who doesn’t love sex? Getting to explore that with the wide variety of people on this earth is sexy and enticing. But what it’s missing is what we're all missing, intimacy, and that doesn’t always correlate with having sex. True intimacy in its purest form is a feeling of satisfaction and safety at the soul level. Sure, there are a lot of things in this world that distract us from being connected to ourselves deeply, but who knows you or your body better than you? It’s weird because when you grow up as a woman you get these very two confusing and contrasting stark reactions from the greater world: that your body is the most important thing about you and that being confident in your own skin or growing into your own, is a selfish act. When you strip away the noise, you quickly learn that it doesn’t matter what you do- there will always be critics, it’s up to you to forget all that and live for yourself. Your body is a temple but it’s also a weapon and woman, you wouldn't have been graced with the nerve cells to experience the greatest feeling in the world if you weren't supposed to. 

Whether you choose to touch on yourself with yourself or with the use of toys, to do so is the most revolutionary thing you can do. You’re not waiting on someone else to save you and do it for you, or hoping that he’ll be a decent enough guy to make you cum before he rolls over. Instead you’re taking over the reigns and controlling your ability to orgasm for you. Your body isn’t for the possession of another, it’s for the full exploration of you- or you wouldn’t have come to Earth in this giant meat suit. Making yourself cum and learning what you like, where you like it and how you like it, puts you in control. Your autonomy of your body is in your hands and how special and bad ass is that? Sexual revolution for women is the ability to satisfy ourselves.

xoxo,

-M

[takato1993]

October Movie Reviews 2024 part 1

I am once again doing some quick reviews of movies I have watched this fall, mostly horror movies.

The Evil Dead- rating 8/10

weird confession but I have watch the Evil series almost entirely backwards starting with Army of Darkness, then the series, then a rewatch of rewatch of Army of Darkness to refresh my memory, then Evil Dead 2 , and only just this year I have finally watched the original

The effects are amazing but it's also really interesting from my perspective as someone who has watched this whole thing ass backwards how they didn't have the aesthetic quite figured out yet in the first movie

It lives up to it's reputation pretty well and I am sure it really shaped the genre

The First Power- rating ???/???

this movie starts strong enough with a demonically possessed serial killer or what have you but unfortunately it is more of a police procedural than horror movie in the end, I simply could not finish this one it bored me to tears.

The Grey- rating 6/10 wolves

I am in a general sense a very big fan of man vs nature type horror movies love seeing some people survive being hunted by slightly supernatural or just really pissed off animal

so this is a movie about a group of men who end up stranded deep in the Alaskan wilderness with angry wolves, very angry wolves, vengeful territorial super determined wolves. and while I'll add I do hate to see wolves villainized, it's a well done movie in regards to it's genre.

one particular characters death scene feels so forced and stupid that I would probably rate this a 7/10 if it wasn't in the movie

Dark City- rating 7/10 hidden gems

dark city is a gritty scifi noir movie thats about a man who really needs to go to the beach I won't spoil the plot of this movie because it's practical effects are amazing and it is so obscure.

towards th middle of the movie you may start to feel it has been going on for a long time and you still don't know whats going on but trust me it just drags in the middle a bit the second half of this movie is really good.

trust me I took a chance on this movie that I had only herd of on imdb and you should too

Jennifers Body- rating 7/10

another movie I have waited way to long to watch, which is probably fine because I get to watch it well after everyone is tired of Megan Fox being in everything and well into the era where we can say she is genuinely a good actress

so this is a movie about 2 best friends the kinda popular one Jennifer and the timid one Needy ( forgot if they ever say her real name). so shit goes down the 2 get separated and when next Jennifer comes back she came back wrong.

the effects, the story, the characters are all pretty solid.

but for the record if anyones a girlboss in his movie it's Needy

Texas Chainsaw Massacre part 2- rating 7/10 cannibals

I was surprised to learn upon watching the original that these are movies I am not actually too squeamish to make it through

while I do like to test myself and see if I can find a movie that will genuinely make me jump in fright I must admit I place more importance on a movie being fun and having cool practical effects

and this movie is about as fun as a movie about a family of horrible cannibals can be I imagine

to poke the bear a second time regarding this series I simply have to say this is better than the first movie in the series

having a character that epitomizes the concept of "the only one who can stop a bad guy with a chainsaw is a good guy with a chainsaw" is so silly I love it

Kingdom of the Spiders- 5/10 spiders

SPOILERS:

I am just going to spoil this one

this movie has a lot of things spiders, very time period specific environmental messages, and a weirdly charming southwestern veterinarian William Shatner man character

so various farm animals are mutilated and we learn its the work of spiders now you are probably thinking giant spiders but these are actually 1000s of very determined tarantula sized spiders

you probably should probably watch Arachnophobia or even Eight Legged Freaks instead unless you are a spider movie completionist

I will say this one has one more unique thing to offer

SPOILER: the spiders win

A Sound of Thunder 5/10 thunderclaps

a company is the future invents a machine that lets people go back in time, so they let rich people go on a hunting safari to kill the same dinosaur over and over, fuck that dino in particular i guess...

anyway you can imagine this goes more wrong than Jurrassic park

perhaps the coolest but unfortunately prime example of early cgi not ageing well are these half mandrill half crocodile creatures that are slowly replacing humanity

I watched this one because I remember a movie from childhood about time travel gone wrong and frightening creatures I probably would have called dinosaurs at the time

I cant say for sure this isn't the movie, i'm a little disappointed if it is

but this is still a fun movie in general and i'm really glad I watched it.

Excision- 7/10 Doctors agree

a medical themed horror movie with Frankenstein vibes

If you have watched and enjoyed May (2002) the vibe is similar

the story of a troubled outcast girl with confusing feelings about sex and blood, a very prudish judgemental mother, and a terminally ill sister.

Inside (2007) rating- please no/ I don't want to watch anymore

a French slasher movie where the victim is a single pregnant woman. this movie is very brutal and hard to watch. also seems to have a weird shitty stance against immigrants and protests unless I am reading into it wrong.

Martin ( 1977) ????/????? buckets of blood

this is a unique sort of vampire movie kind of an are they or are they not vampire plot but not really

unfortunately i thought I would have to stay up all night to watch horror movies this month so I did and ended up drifting in and out of sleep for this one I don't know if the ending jumped around that much, pretty sure at one point I was watching a completely different movie.

I ought to give this one a second chance but I am just not sure I am interested enough.

Digimon Adventure 02 The Beginning- rating 8/10 Digital Monsters

I'm embarrassed it took me almost a year to get to watching this movie as a Digimon fan but such is time.

this is not a traditional Digimon Story by any means very few Digimon are introduced in this movie and the one that is is more of world changing plot device than a digital monster

It reminds me of how Lilo and Stitch movies ended up going 2 different directions with Leroy and Stitch and the series wrapping up the collect em all aspect of Stitchs cousins while Stitch Has a Glitch focused focused more on the personal and emotional journey of Lilo while very few cousins are featured.

but i think this movie does a better job of keeping the magic of earlier Digimon series rather than feeling like different writer split off pieces of a franchise.

not a horror movie you say? I disagree

be careful what you wish for has never been more relevant or horrifying

warning this movie has some surprisingly heavy themes of abuse.

[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

[emeren]

such a tease - eren jaeger

👗 anon request <3

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, choking, degradation, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness 

notes: this was an anonymous request and lemme just say, i was SO excited to write this one. i’m unfortunately not super happy with how it turned out, but i’ve been swamped bc school just started back up!

SUMMARY: reader decides to tease eren by wearing a skirt without any underwear for the day, causing her very jealous boyfriend to act out in an unexpected way. 

one look in the mirror was all it took for you to quell your nerves. your fingers ran over the expanse of the pleated skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles and creases. this was bold, even for you, but you knew exactly what you were doing. 

eren had never been particularly shy about his protective nature; he was always making sure people understood you were his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around your waist or glaring at men who stared a little too long. 

you loved that about him, but you loved pushing his buttons even more. he had a bad habit of being an argumentative, hot headed little shit, and teasing him like this was asking for some rough, animalistic gesture. that was exactly what you wanted. 

you’d never neglected to wear underwear in a skirt this short, the fabric stopping just below your ass. you knew you’d have to be careful or you would end up flashing jean or armin, and that would drive eren up a wall. 

you hoped eren wouldn’t notice until you were all out; meaning there would be nothing he could do about it. teasing him was one of your favorite things to do. 

you heard your phone buzz quietly from your bed, picking up the small device and seeing eren’s name at the top. 

lil shit <3: get ur ass out here we’ve been waiting forever 

the eye roll that naturally came to you was strong, giving yourself one final once over in the mirror before heading out of your apartment. you couldn’t help the nervous smile that teased at your lips once you left the building, connie’s beat up minivan sitting at the curb. riding in his car was never the first choice; it was musty and had suspicious stains on the carpeting, but it was the only one that fit all of your friends. 

connie laid on the horn as soon as he saw you, the rest of your friends yelling from inside the vehicle as you approached. you could see jean in the passenger seat, jogging up to the rear door with a knot of nervousness in your stomach. you placed one hand on your thigh to keep the skirt from riding up as you slid the van door open. 

sasha and mikasa were stuffed in the small backseat, armin and eren sitting in the middle row. it was comical to see eren in the spot generally reserved for the smallest passenger, but you had no doubt that he wanted to sit in the middle because of you. he was petty like that - a trait that made teasing him all the more fun. 

“hey guys,” you smiled, sliding into the van as your friends all greeted you at once. your eyes were on connie, who was craning his neck to give you a rather incredulous look. 

you felt eren stiffen as you sat down, reaching for the seatbelt. connie decided to speak up before you had a chance to question it. “dude, come ooooon. what the hell took you so long?” 

“sorry, i was distracted and my phone was on my bed,” you explained, connie resolutely rolling his eyes in response. 

“let’s go already, i’m starving!” sasha wailed from the back, shaking your seat in front of her. you giggled at her desperation, finally turning to your boyfriend as connie sped away from the curb. 

you were surprised to see that eren was already staring at you, a weird glint in his eyes. you gave him a smile, trying to act innocent. “hi.” 

he didn’t say anything, just looked forward and placed his large hand on your bare thigh. it wasn’t that it was unusual for him to do so in front of your friends, in fact it was normal. you just weren’t used to him placing it so high; so high that the tip of his pinky dipped beneath the fabric of your skirt and threatened to inch towards the apex of your leg. 

had he already noticed?

“took you awhile to get ready,” eren commented, his words only being heard by you as everyone else in the car chatted about going bowling. you glanced back up at him, eyes scanning his face. he was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats, the customary ‘i don’t care about anything’ outfit he always seemed to adorn. the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger did little to ease your nerves. 

“yeah, i was just thinking about some stuff and got distracted,” you lied, smiling up at him. he was looking at you from the side of his eyes, jaw clenched. 

“really?” he breathed, his hand shifting ever so slightly up your leg. his smallest finger teased at the crease of your thigh, head leaning down to whisper in your ear. “were you thinking about some stuff or were you forgetting about some stuff?”

your breath hitched, face growing hot as you struggled for something to say. connie, once again, beat you to the punch. “oi! lovebirds! no canoodling in my back seat!”

“we weren’t canoodling,” eren sneered, pulling away and moving his hand to just above your knee. he squeezed the skin generously, your slight embarrassment about eren’s public displays of affection quickly wearing off. “i was just saying, it looks like she forgot a coat.” 

jean snorted from the front seat. “yeah and because you’re a dumbass who doesn’t wear one either, i’m gonna have to give her mine later.” 

jean’s lighthearted words lit a devious lightbulb in your mind, the gears of your plan now in full swing. you leaned forwards, wrapping your arms around the back of the chair and consequently jean’s broad chest. you leaned your head to the side, a grin on your face.

“you really are too sweet to me, jean-jean!” you cooed, the feeling of eren’s grip tightening on your thigh an indication of just how well this was working in your favor. jean chuckled at the familiar nickname, hand coming up to pat your arms wrapped around him. 

you let go and slid back into your spot, eren’s face clearly peeved at your display of affection. for once, you had the upper hand. and you were going to milk it all the way. 

the local bowling alley was a small, dank building that prided itself on its catering towards college students without much else to do. as connie skidded to a stop in his self-designated parking spot, the legacy of the building seemed to live up to its expectations. 

eren hadn’t said anything else on the ride over, just kept his hand protectively (and respectfully) placed on your lower thigh. you were much more careful sliding out of the car this time, hand blatantly coming down to cover your ass. you knew that eren was watching you, as he was quick to follow you from the vehicle and stand behind your brazen figure. 

he wrapped his arms lazily around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as you waited for your friends to pile out of the car. you’d grown accustomed to his touchy nature, suddenly deciding to press your ass against his groin. the gesture was small, but you could feel eren’s dick harden within his pants. 

“careful!” he hissed, hopping back in an attempt to shake away his sudden erection. you snickered to yourself, giving him a glance over your shoulder as you followed your friends into the building. 

the interior was the same as it’d always been; drowned out with black lights and the smell of wax. it was the kind of atmosphere that reminded you of your earliest days of childhood; attending large birthday parties and eating way too much cheaply made cake. 

the attendant was a short man named george, one who’d acknowledged connie’s arrival with annoyance. 

“head to our usual lane guys,” connie pointed, a grin on his features. you all made your way towards lane ten, eren in a sulking tow behind you.

as everyone began to sit down, jean motioned for you to sit next to him. “each side will be opposing teams. we’ve gotta be on the same team, per usual.” he called innocently. 

you and jean had dominated your friend group bowling tournaments each time before, and you figured this would be no different. you started towards him, surprised when you felt eren’s hand wrap around your wrist. 

“she’s going to be on my team this time, if you don’t mind,” eren stated in a quipped tone, something that would normally go undetected by jean due to their frenemy behavior. you knew that eren’s words were coming from a place of jealousy, sincerely trying to hide your sadistic grin.

jean scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah, right, jaeger. she’s going to be on connie and i’s team, like always.” 

you nodded your head in agreement, spinning to face your boyfriend. your skirt lifted ever so slightly at the action, eren’s teal eyes snapping to the garment with an annoyed perseverance. “don’t worry, i’ll take it easy on you.” 

he knew what you were doing. he knew that the thought of a part of you - a part specifically reserved for him - nearly on display for anyone who cared enough to pay attention, was enough to fill him with a primal sense of possessiveness. 

eren had never been particularly good at hiding his emotions. in fact, he’d been known to let them consume him in an embarrassingly juvenile way. as you sat down next to jean, your bare leg bumping his, eren couldn’t suppress the annoyance that washed over him. he folded his arms, the thought of your tight little- 

“eren?” armin called out, eren snapping from his lewd thought process. you took notice, leaning down to tie your bowling shoes. “did you hear me? i said here’s your shoes.” 

you listened to eren clear his throat and apologize, deciding to chat with jean and connie as everyone got ready to play. 

the final straw in your plan hadn’t even happened on purpose. it’d come to you itself, as if the powers that be were purposefully trying to get you rammed into oblivion. it came after the first few rounds of bowling, after a few near misses with jean regarding the skirt, each one sinking eren further into his foul mood. it came in the form of a lanky, awkward looking employee. 

he couldn’t have been any older than eighteen, carrying sasha’s order of nacho fries and your coca cola. he’d meant his comment to be nice as you got up to grab your drink. he hadn’t meant to say something that would send your childish boyfriend over the edge. 

“oh, uh, i like your skirt,” he’d commented awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. you smiled politely in response, eyes flitting over to eren. and if looks could kill, that awkward teenage boy would’ve been dead on sight. 

eren’s eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched tightly. you felt your cheeks heat as he made eye contact with the boy, standing from his seat. eren was tall, looming behind you as he protectively wrapped himself around your figure. 

“thanks,” he said flatly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you held your breath at the feeling of eren deeply exhaling against the sensitive skin, large hands squeezing your hips. the boy quickly looked at the ground, nodding before deciding to leave. eren waited until he was gone to remove himself from you, an annoyed twitch in his eye. “fucking little pervert.” 

you rolled your eyes, taking a generous swig from your coke. “he was just being nice.” 

eren glared at you, watching as you started back towards your friends. “nice my ass. i know you’re doing this just to rile me up.” 

“what ever do you mean?” you snickered, purposefully swaying your hips as eren scoffed, plopping back down in his seat. 

you made your way over to your teammates, sitting down and watching armin finish his turn. a couple minutes went by, chugging your coke and getting ready for connie to take his turn. 

“i think i’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you hummed, jean nodding his head in understanding. you waited until connie tossed the bowling ball down the lane, effectively missing all of the pins. you knew you’d drank the soda way too fast, standing from the bench and making your way towards the dimly lit restrooms. 

they were dark inside, with red lighting like something out of a sex club. you pushed the heavy door open, quickly locking it behind you and relieving yourself. 

as you washed your hands in the sink, you thought about just how riled up eren was getting. it was humorous, in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help the slight guilt that crept up the back of your neck about your actions. 

but then again, it wasn’t like eren wasn’t known himself for being a tease. you couldn’t count the number of times where he’d purposefully made you jealous or grabbed your ass in an inopportune moment. so what was the harm in giving him a taste of his own medicine? 

you flattened your hands against the skirt, making sure it was straight before unlocking the door and heaving it open, stepping out into the dark hallway. 

you jumped back at the appearance of a dark figure leaning against the wall, defensively clutching your chest as you stood in front of your slightly amused boyfriend. 

“mind if we chat?” he asked, voice edging an emotion that you knew you couldn’t get into at the moment. your eyes glanced down the end of the hallway, no one in sight. you looked back to him, his pink lips turned upwards, the word ‘gotcha’ written all over his face.

“we should probably head back out there,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way eren was sizing you up. he just smiled, pushing himself from the wall and taking a step towards you. all of the confidence you’d had in your teasing flew out the window, swallowing at the downfall of your plan.

“don’t worry. i told ‘em my mom was calling,” he purred in response, index finger coming up to gently trace against your jaw. it was his turn to be smug; everyone in your friend group knew that carla’s phone calls were a draw out, lengthy affair. he’d trapped you. 

you held your breath as he stepped forward, slowly tilting your jaw to place a deceivingly sweet kiss to the skin. you felt embarrassed at the way your cunt throbbed at the action, his lips moving to tease the shell of your ear. “but what about me?” 

“what about you?” eren sneered, his voice turning slightly sour, fingers roughly gripping your jaw as he placed a kiss right below your ear. “this is what you were asking for, wasn’t it? now be a good girl and go back into the bathroom for me.” 

you hesitated for a moment, thinking about your friends bowling a mere 100 feet away. eren’s eyes were dark, and the churning you could feel at the pit of your stomach was only making it harder to resist. 

all it took was the thought of eren bending you over the sink, fucking you stupid for you to demurely shift in place, turning to shove the bathroom door open once again. you could feel your neck burning at the thought of how easily you’d just submitted, but you wanted this. more than anything. 

the bathroom was no desirable place; it smelled like generic soap and had discarded pieces of toilet paper on the ground. eren didn’t seem to care, gingerly locking the door behind himself before roughly shoving you forward facing against the cool, knock off linoleum countertop. 

you could feel his hard dick pressing against your ass, your reflections in the dirty mirror lit under the red lightbulbs. he was commanding; aggressively grinding himself into you, your skirt beginning to ride up at the motion.

eren made eye contact with you in the glass, one hand coming forward to tilt your neck to the side. he slowly brought his lips down, peppering the skin till his mouth met the base of your neck. he made sure you were watching as he pressed his tongue flatly against the skin, your breath hitching as you watched him drag the wet muscle up to your jawline. 

“you’re such a tease,” he growled against you, rolling his hips into your ass. you could feel your skirt starting to ride up even more, the cold air uncomfortable. “’s’hot, knowing your pretty little cunt is so exposed.” 

his hand on your jaw slipped around your throat, squeezing lightly in warning as he flipped the edge of your skirt up.

you squeaked as his other hand snaked between your legs, middle two fingers slowly sliding themselves between your already soaking center. he rubbed at your clit, breath hot against your neck as he forced you to watch him through the mirror. 

“look at how pretty you are,” he mumbled as he plunged his two digits inside of you, the sudden sensation causing a gasp to leave your lips. he wasn’t playing nice; roughly digging his fingers all the way to the last knuckle. his other hand squeezed your throat tighter. it hurt, but you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around him, chest tightening. “so pretty for me. n’only me.”

he slowed his fingers, pumping in and out of you, the sound of your slick causing him to grow impossibly harder. the feeling of his cock pressed against the flesh of your ass sent another throb to your cunt, eren smirking in response. 

“needy for my cock after teasing all day?” he asked, stuffing his fingers particularly deep, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. you struggled to nod your head against his grasp, the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you at such a rhythmic pace causing you to grind your hips against his hand and subsequently his cock. 

he quickly pulled his fingers out from inside of you, hand growing tighter around your throat. “you were such a little whore today. a little whore who needs to learn a thing or two.” 

you could feel tears prickling in your eyes, eren’s hand that was wrapped around your throat coming up to pry your mouth open. you didn’t have a chance to react before he was slipping his sheen coated fingers past your lips, the saccharine flavor hitting your tastebuds. 

“suck for me, pretty girl,” he said lowly, hooded eyes watching you in the mirror. you did as you were told, wrapping your lips around his knuckles and swirling your tongue around his fingers. the taste wasn’t completely pleasant or unpleasant, your mouth releasing with a smack. 

eren pressed down on your tongue with his fingers, saliva filling your mouth before he dragged the two digits down your chin and throat, leaving a shiny trail in their wake. 

he brought his hands down to roughly grope your chest, your own hands pressing against the countertop to keep you steady. eren gripped the hem of your sweater, forcing the fabric up to your midsection. 

“off, take it off.” he demanded, leaning back from you but still keeping his groin pressed against your ass. you were quick to oblige, pulling it over your head. as you did so, you could feel eren palming your ass under the skirt, his dark eyes fixated on the sight of your little skirt riding up on your skin. 

you dropped the sweater to the ground, knowing you’d regret it later, but you couldn’t be bothered. eren didn’t wait, letting go of your ass to unclasp your bra, the undergarment falling into the empty sink. he palmed at your newly exposed breasts, fingers pinching at your hardened nipples. 

he was watching you in the mirror, the sight of you batting your eyelashes with your saliva on your chin only making him more possessive. it sent a twitch to his cock, hands releasing from your chest to shove you against the cold glass. 

“want me to show this pretty cunt who it belongs to, hm?” eren nearly growled, the thought of jean or that employee ever being lucky enough to see you like this pushing him over the edge. 

you tried to nod against the mirror, your breasts pressed against the cold material only aiding the way your center throbbed mercilessly for whatever eren was about to do. his hand came up to fist your hair, the other haphazardly yanking down his sweats and boxers. 

you could see his veiny cock slap against his stomach through the mirror, the tingling in your clit multiplying at the sight of it. eren smirked at your staring. 

“fuck,” he hissed, his gaze drawn to your skirt pooled around your waist, glistening center ready for him to abuse. and he couldn’t wait any longer, rubbing the tip of his cock between your legs. 

a gasp ripped through your throat at just how deeply eren thrusted into you, his hips hitting your ass with a loud smack. it hurt; his brows furrowed as he completely pulled out from you, just to ram himself back inside your tight cunt. 

“what’s wrong?” eren asked breathlessly, pounding into you as hard as he could. you were jerking against the mirror, mouth open as your nose began to tingle; a tell-tale sign of tears. your boyfriend had a sadistic smile on his face, a piece of hair falling from his bun to rest against his forehead. 

“ah- hurts,” you gasped out, the sound of eren pounding into you filling the small space. eren hit you with a particularly deep angled thrust, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. he tightly fisted your hair, yanking on the follicles as hit other hand gripped your waist for better leverage. it hurt so bad, but so good.  

“look at you, look at you take my cock like this,” he said, voice gravelly as he began to buck his hips faster. you could feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, eren’s hand around your waist moving to guide your knee up onto the counter top for better leverage. the pain lessened with his movement, his animalistic thrusts growing pleasurable. “such a good little whore. a little whore who’ll only let me fuck her like this, hm?” 

you moaned out against the glass, eren yanking your hair as an indication for a worded response. “yes-yes. all for you, only you.” 

eren groaned out at your words, his head leaning back as he slammed into you from behind. he was blurry as your breath fogged the glass, but just the image of him bucking his cock deep within your throbbing cunt was enough to have you seeing stars. 

he was filling you up so nice, pressing himself against you as the veins in his arms grew prominent. you could feel him twitching inside of you, your own center clenching around him as he made sure you knew you were his. 

“such a little tease, showing off her pretty little cunt like that,” eren moaned out, shamelessly loud. he buried himself within you, your eyes rolling back in your head as the building anticipation between your legs became too much to bear. 

“eren-” you heaved, him quickening his pace, hitting your cervix over and over. it was enough to make the tears come back, your vision becoming hot white as he bucked his hips once more, stuffing his cock impossibly deep within you. your orgasm didn’t reach its climax until you felt eren’s length twitch, effectively filling you with his cum. 

the high was incredible; the cold mirror a stark contrast to the hot, burning sensation as eren thrusted out his own climax. 

the two of you stood for a moment, mirror foggy and bathroom humid as you recollected your composure. when eren did pull out, he watched his cum slowly drip down your thigh, fingers attempting to stuff it back inside of you. 

“don’t let it drip out,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. you could only roll your eyes, peeling yourself from the glass. he gingerly pulled his pants back up, delivering a swift swat to your ass as he stood straight again. 

“y’know, you should wear skirts more often.” 

“you should get jealous more often.” 

“sounds like a deal to me.” 

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okay this is a weird ask but I am curious, the quarry counselors if they had super powers.. what do you think they would be?

Wait oh my god this is a GREAT ask.

I'm sorry this took so long for me to reply because I rly had to think about it. Also to anyone who sees this pls interact with your ideas?? I wanna read them so bad.

Max is some offshoot of a shapeshifter, C'mon it's right there. SweetBoi™ turns into GiantMonster™ with all the angst and accidentally hurting his loved ones that comes with it. Or maybe instead of a monster he has some kind of volatile elemental or a radioactive form that he can't control (at first) but eventually he figures it out and can swap between that and his regular form at will. Then maybe gradually he can kinda alter the form shapeshifter style.

Dylan is simultaneously giving me "No superpowers but just incredibly smart" ironman/batman moment. And ALSO the "scientist who accidentally gives themselves superpowers" genre. Especially since there's a massive list of energy manipulation brand of powers that is literally all about quantum physics (link to wiki page). I think his whole schtick would be utility. Using energy to make force fields or spatial displacement, like teleporting or making portals. Or maybe even messing with gravity, altering a thing or persons mass to make them heavier or lighter and throwing them around and make them explode. He just uses it to help with his experiments.

Either that or he experiments on someone else *cough* Kaitlyn*cough* and gives HER energy bending powers.

Speaking of Kaitlyn, she also gives me "No superpowers just incredibly competent" the BatFam master tactician energy. Nightwing, Batgirl "yeah we're just hot, smart and good at fighting". But if she did have powers, using a specific type of energy bending to enhance her fighting just seems like the sickest shit. Like she channels the energy around her and blasts it out of her fists when she punches. Plus she can channel energy to heal herself and all that.

Meanwhile Jacob! The first thing I thought about with Jacob is the whole "you hit him, he can hit back twice as hard" power. WHICH FUNNILY ENOUGH is also an energy manipulation sub genre. Kinetic energy absorption and all that. He can like, store energy from hits and then use it to buff his strength or to just do one massive game-ending attack. He can also like, save himself from a massive fall but absorbing the fall damage (though that took some practice). I think Dyl in this universe is just going buck wild handing out powers and tbh I'm living for it.

In a similar vein as Dylan, Laura gives me "scientist who purposefully fucked with themself for whatever reason. (Maybe bc her beloved bf got accidentally mixed up in some shit and got turned into a monster 👀) so she made moves to make herself into something that could help him. And she got the whole heightened senses, faster, stronger, she can jump really fkn high, regenerative powers, all that dope shit. Maybe she used animal genes or something.

Nick has the aura of every speedster in every comic book and movie. BUT ALSO could fall into the "person who found some otherworldly shit that attached itself to them now they're kinda possessed/share a consciousness with said otherworldly thing and have all its powers/abilities." Like Blue Beetle alien suit kinda vibe. And at first it tries to control him but eventually he gets his consciousness back and he can use the powers himself.

Emma gives me alien princess. She's a star, she's an otherworldly goddess. Like Starfire with a Superman background, she was adopted on earth and lived a normal life, not knowing she was an alien/had powers until she was put into some dangerous situation then she learns about her true origins. She can fly, she can shoot beams and balls of light out of her hands, her eyes glow, her hair sets on fire, all the hot girl shit.

For Ryan, he's definitely that hero that people are a little freaked out by because his power is kinda spooky. Like he can cloak/camoflauge himself and walk through walls by bending and altering his own matter which is rad, but he could also control your mind and reach into your chest and squeeze your heart, which he would never do but he could. He can also alter the matter of other things. Like he can make a ladder by sticking pipes through a wall, making them solid again and climbing up. Maybe he also has telepathic abilities where he speaks in your head and all that.

Meanwhile Ryan's powers also fall into the energy/matter manipulation subgenre and Dylan is entranced by Ryan's seemingly natural abilities and wants to know more about him 😌👉👈 you KNOW I had to add some Radioheads in here.

And Abi! She has all the making for "unbelievably powerful character who's too afraid to use it to its full potential." Like she can control the weather type of mayhem but she'll never do anything more than freezing the air around people's feet to stop them from running away or zapping people with electricity to stun them. But her powers are linked to her emotions and inevitably something happens to make her angry and it's a whole potential apocalypse scenario until her friends can calm her down.