#ergo. mysterious Ooze.

[nariarts]

there's an ooze in edinburgh.

for zine-o-ween. be careful if you visit. side-step any ooze you see.

[muntitled]

Broken Telephones

Ex!Jake x Fem!Reader | Jay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite Jay priding himself on being a good friend, he's done denying himself what belongs to him.

Warnings: Language, Obsession, Jealousy, toxicity, Ex Boyfriend's Best Friend to Lovers, Smut +18 (mdni), Squirting, Manhandling Ownership kink, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionist Kink, Dubious Consent, Angry Sex, Threats, Dom/Sub Themes, Hard Dom!Jay

Based on this request by @penny44224 . This gets really toxic, sorry, also I couldn't leave my baby Jake out of this, hope you like it <3

“What kind of party is this anyway?” You grumble from the passenger seat, your heart sinking behind the glittery confines of your tight collared shirt. Something so tight and so painfully provocative would never have come out of your own closet. You had Jake and his obscene budget to thank for that.

“The normal kind,” he says, “with drinking and sex and smoke-” before he's allowed to continue his blissful rambling, you interrupt Jake with a raise of your hand.

“Need I remind you that I have asthma?” With a firm hand on the steering wheel, Jake's eyes roll into the back of his head.

“I can't go.” You continue, “That's a health risk.”

“You haven't had an asthma attack since you were 6,” he deadpans, “Do not piss me off,”

It was difficult to do much of anything with a pounding heart and a stomach flooded with molten anxiety. What do people do at parties anyway? You've watched enough low budget teen Netflix dramas to know… nothing good.

"I don't think you understand the words leaving my mouth," The dwindling daylight leaves your bones rattling with anxiety. You were supposed to be watching the sun setting over the river skyline from your dorm room. Your notes on autocracy in a Constitutional Monarchy, pending across the page in front of you, ready for submission Monday morning.

Instead, you find yourself arrested in a leather seat, in a shameless chequered miniskirt. Your exposed thighs are sticky with evening humidity. This is not how your evening was supposed to go.

"I need to be studying-"

You're battling fiercely with a Mr Morale tune oozing through the Jeep's speakers while your best friend remains blissfully unaware, rapping along as if your concerns were null and void.

Kendrick's voice was strong but yours was stronger. "Since I am an unwilling participant, this is technically kidnapping. You are illegally kidnapping me this very second. You are aware of that, yes?"

"Nonsense,” Jake chuckles, “I can't kidnap my ex girlfriend-” before you're able to rebut he quickly adds, “And I am aware that you're going to wake up one day realising your stupid ass wasted your college years studying." Jake shoots back while the chorus sails on without him. This was serious business if he took the time to ignore Kendrick's second verse. "I'm aware that in all our time in school you've done nothing but school. I'm also aware that I'm saving you from a life of complete and utter regret.” His big brown eyes narrow in the dark, and you are corralled into a shameful silence.

“Just don't try to sleep with me tonight-” you grumble under your breath.

“I'm a changed man,” he says, “I've only thought about fucking you only once this whole evening!”

“Oh god…” you shake your head slowly as the jeep assumes a safer speed in a residential enclosure. “These are rich people's palm trees, why am I seeing rich people's palm trees?"

"Because I got invited to an event that classifies the attendance of rich-people-palm-trees." His stoney visage cracks into a lazy, triumphant smirk.

“Rugby team.” Is all he says.

Your hand flies to the door handle, for what purpose specifically, remains an utter mystery. The car is still in motion so you did not have the intention of flinging the door open and hurling your body onto the biting tar underneath.

"Stop being so goddamn anxious all the time-”

“Jake, I don't even like Rugby-”

“No but you like me… and I like rugby… ergo…,” the car slows to a nauseating stop in the middle of a packed driveway.

"Let me rephrase that- Jake your friends hate me-"

"If this is about Jay again..."

"He's never liked me!" You huff, "Even when we were dating it's like he had it out for me or something!" Your shoulders are tense and Jake can't help but send a worried glance over. He ventures to lay his one hand on your thigh but stops himself, placing it instead on shoulder to rub out the knots there.

"You're making excuses. Jay hates everyone," he says, “I need you to forget about school for one night.” Jake's pep talk only succeeds in filling the void of your stomach with even more dread. “You think about dead politicians way too much for a 20 year old girl."

And that's how you end up in the backyard of a frat house as the third accessory of Jake and some unnamed girl. He has his arms wrapped around both your necks as he enters the party, like some glorified university replica of Hefner.

You know in this light, you appeared to be one of his girls, but the thought of weathering this party without Jake on standby filled you with unmistakable dread.

It was as if the soles of your feet were melting into the grass with each step you took towards the bonfire, even more so when you saw him already seated at the edge of a log, watching you approach with a smile that eases into an unimpressed frown. Jay's cup is held in mid-air as he watches you plop down beside him.

A single gold chain is tucked away behind a loose button up and suddenly, you wish to burrow into the ground underneath this log, away from the vulnerability of his gaze. You felt naked.

“You're not drinking.” Jongseong observes, glancing away from you and Jake's hand sliding over your hip bone.

“What’s in it?” You ask, eyes drifting over Jay's solo cup.

“Sugar, spice and everything nice,” he whispers back.

Beside you, Jake entertains the rest of his friends, his fingers rubbing unconsciously into your sides.

You don't seem at all impressed.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks with a slight deadpan, “That I put my love and affection into it? You're at frat house. This is probably 90% alcohol-”

“-And 10% mysterious drugs to roofie unsuspecting girls.” You conclude before making an elaborate show of pushing further into Jake's side. Jay doesn't like that one bit.

“If I wanted you to sleep with me,” his lips tickle your ear and you shiver, “I wouldn't need to get you high out of your mind to do it.”

Something in his words sounded vaguely like a promise.

“You'll just fall in line,” Jay said, “Like all the others.”

Before Jay could get another mind numbing word out, you're quickly standing from your post from beside Jake. “Coming here was a mistake. I'm Heading Home,”

Jake's hand tugs at yours as if prompting you to sit back down.

"Not after the game… C'mon, it'll be fun," you let Jake's words anchor you to the floor.

"Actually, Jake," Even under the moonlight you can spot a deep frown setting across his face, "I think I should go home. I've already had way too much to drink,"

"You've had 1 cup, my dear-”

"And a half," you clarify before shaking your head. ‘and your frjend is making me really fucking uncomfortable,’ you choose to leave those unspoken words unspoken.

You play with the string along the seam of your skirt, humming along to the Drake tune oozing out of the unseen speakers.

“Aww, you really don't wanna join our game?” Jay coos, looking up at you with an incriminating smirk as he clutches his heart as if you hurt him deeply.

“I'll pass.”

“Course you will,” he snickers. “Princess can't bear to stay away from her book too long, can she?’ It's that tone, that fucking that has you lowering

“What…” you swallow thickly, “What game?” you find yourself asking with a dignified huff as you plant your butt on the log in Between Jake and Jay once more. Your bones are rattling with unprocessed rage as Jake whispers, “broken telephone,”

He snickers, “just try to be as quiet as possible,- never thought I'd be saying those words to you of all people-” you sit at Jake's arm as the game begins with the first message travelling from Jungwon to Jungwon’s date. Unbeknownst to you, Jay has been zeroed in on your conversation with Jake all evening-his blood simmering at the sound of you and Jake whispering sweet nothings to each other like people who were still very much lovers.

His jaw clenched as he plants his steepled elbow on his knees, his hands hanging lazily in front of him as he tries to focus on playing the game and not the giggles exchanged between you and your supposed ex boyfriend.

Sunoo finally passes the message into Jay's right ear, a very clear and resounding- ‘there is nothing satanic about pineapple on pizza’- Jungwon’s attempt at absolution from an argument they had weeks ago. But instead of carrying this specific message over into your ear, subsequently bringing the game to a victorious end, he stops midway, watching your laugh aimed at the blackened night sky while Jake looks up at you with that expression that was very much not supposed to be reserved for ex's.

Jay decides to throw the game.

“Your turn,” Jay's voice is dripping in monotony, as if he couldn't be bothered to even talk to you, let alone play this game with you.

Your mouth falls open when he slithers his hand to the back of your neck, leading your head to his slightly parted lips until said lips are tickling your ear lobe. Your heart is sinking into the confines of your stomach and for the briefest moment, you fear the world might have stopped spinning as Jongseong carries his next words in your ear. Game be damned.

“First floor. Third door on the left.” His hand is still planted on the back of your neck as he whispers those words at you and you're immediately struck with the severity in his tone.

You weren't an idiot.

In fact you'd like to consider yourself quite smart.

You knew that whatever Jay confessed - or rather implied - was definitely not the contents of Jungwon’s intended message. A broken telephone indeed.

Still, coiling in your stomach is a confusing web of wired tension that needs to be snapped. All night, your banter with Jongseong had been laced with something far more frustrating, something you needed to get out of your system.

“U-Um I need to go to the bathroom-” you don't know why you're following his orders. You don't know why you're walking steadily towards what you know very well was probably Jongseong's room in the frat house- a lamb to the proverbial slaughter. All you know is that your heart speeds up just a little quicker when you hear him excusing himself from the group right behind you with; “I'm going for a smoke.”

Your mind is hazy with not only fear, but insane unmistakable lust as you make your way up the stairs, surfing between bodies as you make it onto the first floor landing. You can feel Jongseong's oppressive presence behind you. You can feel how anxious he is to get you alone.

And when you enter his room, there is almost no time to regret following orders because he has you pinned against the closed door. The sound of the party is muffled outside but all you're concerned with is Jongseong's palm cradling your throat, his hooded eyes holding something so incredibly angry within.

“What the fuck do I have to do to make you forget him?” His voice cracks as he mumbles drunkenly. You'd never seen someone as put together as Jay, appear so wayward, so driven by inhibitions.

His palm slithers tighter around your neck, too late for your brain to process that you need his hands off.

“You've been taunting me the whole night.”

“Jongseong, I don't know what-”

Your words bleed into a yelp as he pulls you in by the neck to connect your lips in a steering and sloppy kiss.

Once he gets even a tiny taste, all inhibitions are thrown out the window. Jongseong's cock hardens in his pants and he's utterly delicious with lust.

“You're such a slut, you know that?” He mumbles drunkenly, words meshing together, “Might as well have walked in with his fucking collar around your throat like he owned you-”

“Jongseong-” a gasp cracks your throat when Jay forces his hand underneath your skirt, immediately cupping your sex until you are arching your back against the door.

“Oh- fuck- Jongseong-”

A snicker slips from his alcohol stained lips as Jongseong drags you from the door to his window, overlooking the backyard.

“You want him to see what a slut you are for me?” Your tits press against the glass as Jongseong looms behind you, sliding your panties to the side before dipping his fingers into your soaked folds.

“I didn't-”

What you wanted to say before the weight of chasing your own lust overpowered your senses, is that you didn't know just how deep Jongseong's infatuation ran. You didn't even know he likes you.

“All he needs to do is turn around and look up, and he'll see you fucking yourself on my hand-” Jay's other hand reaches over to pull down your top, putting your breasts on absolute display. You're moaning wantonly into the air as you push yourself back into Jay's hand fucking into you and you feel like crying real tears.

“You're fucking soaked. Is that for me or for him?”

“Jongseong I'm gonna-” you're squirting all over his hand, your ass pressed against his front before the rest of the words could even leave your lips. Jongseong is utterly mystified by the sight of you arching backwards against him, body writhing as you come undone right there by his window.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks again, he's utterly pained. “You're gonna do that again, but on my cock this time-”

“Jongseong-” you barely made it a whisper before he's flinging you onto his bed. The springs creek underneath your back as he pulls you by the hips to the edge, manhandling you as if you were nothing but property.

“I saw you first, you know that, right?” Jay mumbles to himself as he drags his pants down to pull his aching cock out. “I saw you first and Jake-” he spits on his hand, jerking his cock above you, “That fucker knew I wanted you first but he hit on you anyway-” Before he can continue in anger, a low groan leaves his throat. “Fuck baby, open your legs just like that-” they snap open on command, you're not sure you're able to deny him anything in this state. And what a state it is: braids hanging around you like a halo, your shirt, a mess with your tits hanging out, all while Jay swipes your panties away to make way for his cock already leaking precum. It's like he didn't have time at all to undress you. He needed to be inside you so fucking badly.

“I'm gonna cum inside, I hope you know-” Jay's eyes roll back into his head as he eases his cock in, one hand pressed on the bed at the side of your head as he hovers over you, “You're squeezing my cock, for fuck's sake-” he ruts into you, creating a burst of friction that has your stomach coiling again-”

“Jongseong- baby-”

“Fucking Christ, don't call me that or I'm gonna cum-” he's soon fucking into you with the urgency and frustration that has been building since you and Jake announced your relationship.

It inked his veins and seeped into his habits, whereby he'd crane his neck back in every econ class, just to get a look at you in 10 minute intervals. He loved you and you just refused to see it.

Having you underneath him now, tits bouncing while he fucked you on his bed- it was all proving too much for Jongseong and you moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.

“I'm gonna cum- fuck you're such a slut-”

He squishes your cheeks together, in a vaguely condescending display of power and kisses your forehead before muttering, “Tell me you're a slut for me and not him.” You clench around his cock at the vaguely animalistic quality in Jay’s voice as he squeezes the base of your throat, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Jongseong-”

“Say ‘I'm Park Jongseong's slut-” say it babe and I'm gonna fucking cum,” you’re already slipping into your orgasm, the pressure in your cunt building into the unmistakable feeling of immense fullness.

You're gushing around his cock as you scream. “Your slut- Fuck! I'm Park Jongseong's slut-”

His nails dig into the skin around your neck and his eyes roll into the back of your neck.

“Oh my fucking god-” your squirt threatens to push his cock out but he fucks you through it, muttering, “My fucking girl,” over and over again to guide you both through the storm.

Once it's all over, you're panting with the weight of your actions hanging heavy between you. He's about to speak but you stop him first. “I didn't know.” You whispered. “If I'd known I would've never been with him. You have to believe that.”

Jongseong collapses beside you, pulling against his chest as his hands pat down your hair, “I believe you.” He says with finality.

[mdwatchestv]

The Magicians 3x08: One Very Long Blog About Magicians

The day has finally come when The Magicians has begun formatting itself for maximum ease of blogging. Thank you writers of the Magicians for making this possible. You never cease to surprise and delight me with your innovation, and thoughtfulness for my blogging plight. My wedding vows to the Magicians aside, what a fantastic episode this was. The Magicians has essentially established that the standard rules of television and narrative don't apply, and that allows them to do things like have an episode of vignettes, or a musical episode, without disrupting the arc of the show. In fact, it would be more noticeable if the show didn't take these kind of risks now and again.

But let's talk about these Six Short Stories About Magic, and the larger story they came together to tell. The overriding action of this episode was the Library Heist Plan, as hatched last week. We begin with Penny, who travels via Little Book Dragon (that we never get to see! What a rip off!) to the Underworld Branch of The Library. Penny journeys out into the larger world of the undead into a spillover area which looks like it could have been ripped from Fyre Fest's Instagram.  There he bribes guards with the ending of Game of Thrones, which honestly sounded pretty exciting despite the clear liberties. Penny finds Benedict hoping he is still in position of the key which drove him to taking his own life (grim), but Benedict claims The Library took it, and please can he and Penny be best friends forever? It's a little thirsty tbh. 

So Penny heads back to The Library where he runs into Sylvia, his sassy Librarian supervisor from last season! As a Librarian she's still serving out her billion years even after death (as Penny is technically supposed to be doing), and she takes Penny to the one person who she thinks could help. That person is Cassandra, who looks like, and sounds like, and who probably is, a very ancient Alice. Cassandra is the author of the destiny books in The Library, blessed/cursed with Future Sight, she spends her days scrawling out the stories of everyone ever. Sylvia denies Cassandra is really Alice, but she totally, definitely is. Cassandra greets Penny by giving him her fanfiction about Quentin, which I'm sorry, is pure Alice. The subsequent stories she writes and gives to/throws at Penny make up the framework for the rest of the episode. 

After Penny we get Poppy. In Poppy's story she finishes knockin' boots with Q, and gets on to the business of Library heistin'. The plan is the other traveller, Victoria, is going to form a "mirror bridge" using, what else, her own blood. Our merry band of thieves will use it to travel to the Underworld Library, retrieve the key, and then return to good old planet Earth. In addition to the key, we learn Harriet is after the supposed Giant Magic Battery the Librarians have that is powering their abiltiies. Alice points out some obviousproblems in their plan, then refuses to help. I'm really into her black dresses and tops recently though, may we never see a Peter Pan collar again! Poppy is not thwarted Alice’s obstinance, and responds by stealing Alice's Niffin Notes (tm) in order to get the proper spell for the plan. Kady, Harriet, Poppy, and Quentin travel through mirrors to the Library and split up. Despite her happy-go-lucky demeanor and "can-do" attitude, there is something not quite right about Poppy. She claims she is going along with the quest in the self-interest of getting magic back, but this is also the chick who tricked Quentin into taking what was in essence a suicide key. The fact that her storyline acted more as exposition, and less as a deep dive into her character (as we see later with Harriet), suggests to me that there is something else afoot. Also she did try and convince Victoria to cut and run early, thereby trapping everyone else in the Library. It’s red flags like that that have me a skosh dubious of her moral fiber. 

Next we go to Alice. After refusing to help the Library robbers, Alice has a good ole sit and sulk. That is until Fen stumbles out of the Fillory transport clock, bringing with her a serious reality check. Fen has had about enough of her Fillory life, and has peaced out to find better company and better alcohol. However what she finds instead is Alice, moping about her lost knowledge, when Fen has lost actual children. It was nice to see another character give Alice a kick in the butt and get her out of her self-pity. I don't remember half the things people tell me any given day and you don't see me complaining! Alice takes the advice to heart and goes to The Library to apply for a card aaaannndd maybe/maybe not get in on that giant magic battery goodness. The Librarian says she will give Alice access IF she agrees to help the Library first. This has to lead to her becoming Cassandra in some time loop or something, but I can't quite see how....yet!

Meanwhile, Eliot and Margo seem to be in a spot of marsupial trouble.

Fen, still passed out in the Physical Kid's Cottage, oversees Jaime Ray Newman asking Julia for help. Jaime (too late to learn her character name) has developed some oozing sores from overuse of the mysterious white powder she has been snorting to gain magic. Don't do drugs kids. Unseen by Julia, but of course by Fen, is that Jaime is being waited on by a fairy. Fen convinces Julia this needs to be investigated as fairies are capital b Bad news. However Fen makes an unexpected connection with Skye, the shy young fairy in service to Jaime. Skye seems to be serving Jaime in exchange for protection, and surprisingly has no idea other fairies exist. Things take an even more shocking turn when Julia and Fen later discover Skye in Jaime's house with an amputated leg! Nearby Julia finds vials of the white powder Jaime had been dosing with. Ergo, the white magic powder is MADE OF fairies. Considering what we know about fairies (evil, tricksy, luminescent, mildly fabulous), this is a maj twist. Also I love the idea of pairing Julia and Fen together, both are resourceful problem-solvers and clever thinkers, and both have struggled with extreme trauma and abandonment. Honestly, I just want Fen to have a friend. 

The final short story belongs to Harriet. In a series of flashbacks, we see Harriet growing up in the Library as (another twist) the daughter of the Librarian! Unlike her mother, Harriet longs to see the world, gain experience, and share the knowledge of the Library with others. This eventually drives a rift between them, causing Harriet to leave the Library for good. Of course because this is Harriet's story, the entire sequence is in ASL, in almost complete silence. With a few exceptions, a scene like this featuring three deaf actresses that is not explicitly ABOUT their deafness, is all too rare. Moving on to present day, the adult Harriet and Kady split off to look for the giant battery the Librarians have supposedly created. Instead of an enchanted energizer bunny, they find a suitcase filled with (bigger twist) hundred of vials of the white powder made from fairies! Of course only we, the audience, know this because we have been hopping around in the narrative structure. What this reveals though is that The Library is much worse than we thought if they are slaughtering fairies and grinding them up for magic powder. If the fairies of Fillory are privy to this knowledge, it gives their quest to take over a whole new light. Instead of malicious conquerors, perhaps they are merely trying to save, and if not save then righteously avenge, their murdered people. In the end, everyone escapes back through the mirror bridge except Victoria and Harriet who are trapped between worlds if not dead. 

Finally we come back to Penny, who rereading Alice's fanfic realizes Benedict had the key all along. Big duh Penny. Penny is able to feed the key to the dragon, where it is retrieved successfully by Quentin and Kady. However, the seemingly helpful Sylvia betrays Penny himself, handing him over to the Librarians to presumably resume serving his billion year sentence. Ice cold.

With our presumptions about the fairies up-ended, next episode is anyone's guess. At the very least we know it will be a musical. That feels right.

XO MD

[guyinlovewitheremika]

CH 93: The Jaegerhype

Okay, so there are many many things I love about ch 93 lets not talk about Ymir now, but I think my favorite aspect was how it just OOZES Jaeger reunion all over. Let’s talk about it.

Important notice: I’m basing a number of my arguments off the Korean translation which can be found here (x)--the current English one is suffering from various grammatical and orthographic issues, and some of its translations appear to be very inaccurate. But anyway, lets get to the point.  

This chapter spent a lot of time about past events and characters-- Zeke talking about the Survey Corps and the Ackerman clan,  Reiner’s PTSD induced nightmares of Shiganshina, Galliard being Marcel’s brother etc. The Paradis based member of the Jaeger family, Eren, also got multiple mentions--both coming from Zeke, his brother, who already expressed his desire to reunite with Eren 10 chapters ago. 

Here, Eren is both acknowledged to be a crucial player in the ongoing plot (his two titans) and a force to be reckoned with in combat; and both of these remarks stem from Zeke. The repeated “Jaeger” serves as a great reminder of their blood ties too. Zeke talking about his brother and reaffirming his importance on multiple levels ultimately is great setup for a confrontation already bound to happen.

But lets get into the parallels. This chapter opened with a conference involving high raking and plot relevant characters, discussing the future of said plot following the end of their last conflict. Chapter 89 too featured a conference between high ranking and plot relevant characters, following the end of their latest conflict, discussing the future of the plot. 

Eren and Zeke already heavily parallel each other in both of these sequences, being called out by the highest ranking figure using a title in reference to their special positions within their respective worlds. It’s a neat little (and rather unique) parallel, but also an extreme contrast: Eren bundles up and causes issues, whereas Zeke gets praise for his proposition.

Here’s another one: both 89 and 93 acknowledge Eren Kruger’s treason and him sending Grisha to Paradis as the spark that set the plot we know in motion, and then proceed to trace back Grisha’s children in relation to their huge relevance in the events that have followed. Whereas Eren is the successful product of Grisha’s mission, having finally obtained the founding titan, Zeke is the exact opposite, being the one who wants to stop Grisha’s plans once and for all. It sets up their blood relation as well as their opposing, extremely plot relevant positions in the story.

Both 89 and 93 finally provided explanations for the mysterious powers of both Jaegers: Eren was able to harness the founding titan by touching a titanized Dina Fritz, who’s blood was royal. Zeke’s royal spinal fluid leaves Eldians in his control, just like a royal founding titan. And this brings us to my favorite parallel between the two brothers.

Eren and Zeke each hold a part of the key to access the founding titan, Eldia’s ultimate, all powerful weapon; a power great enough to bring change to the entire planet (hello wall titans). Zeke has the blood to harness it’s power, and Eren is the one to hold the titan within him. Combined, the founding titan would be let loose. That in itself is a great powerful parallel, but nothing new.  

THIS is what I’m talking about. Eren and Zeke are both aware of each puzzle part required to unlock the coordinate...but both of them are keeping it a secret. Eren won’t say that touching a royal blooded titan allows him to harness the power, and Zeke won’t admit that his titan is in fact royal blooded. Ergo, the two Jaeger brothers are currently the only ones who hold the pieces to unlock the power, and are also the only people in the world who know how to fit them together. We don’t know if Eren plans on revealing the information anytime soon (or already has), and we don’t know why, even as a child, Zeke chose to keep his blood a secret. But this crucial, highly plot relevant parallel belongs to the Jaegers, and the Jaegers alone. 

Eren and Zeke Jaeger are the only ones with the power and knowledge to determine the outcome of the plot and to reshape the status of the entire world. Their reunion will may very well be the decisive turning point in the story, and this chapter did a marvelous job at subtlety setting up its arrival; and I could not be more hyped about it.