#i've dreamed of days like this

[indestinatus]

[cottagecori]

when i get sad, four words always cheer me up - "oscar nominee monica barbaro"

[reminiscingtonight]

PTJ CALL UP, I REPEAT, PTJ CALL UP!!!

[linktoo-doodles]

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[mienar]

at the artist's loft

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[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[bee-can-art]

🌈 "Worn like a mood ring past my neck" 🌈

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[simplepotatofarmer]

this pic is so 'girl covering for her drunk best friend in the bathroom of a shitty dive bar where the stall door doesn't shut'

[evergreen-endo]

SCREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, blood, rough blowjob, takiishi smacks endo a couple times, reader referred to as her, bunny, + thing wc: 0.8k a/n: elaboration of this. pure filth. so.

takiishi holds you to him by your throat. he likes to feel himself fucking into you.

endo distracts you from the lack of oxygen, or he tries to at least. you know he’s well intentioned when he’s circling your clit with one tattooed hand and tweaking your nipple with the other. with his large frame wrapped around you from behind like this, he can crane his neck up to watch takiishi too, with the wet sounds of his cock gagging you in his ear. it’s like heaven to him.

endo turns his head to lick a stripe up your neck, trailing sloppy wet kisses down to the base where takiishi’s thumbs rest. the thought of taking a thumb into his mouth plagues him, and he can’t stop himself. but the second his hair tickles the sensitive skin of takiishi’s fingers, he’s glaring down at endo with murderous intent, and before either of you realize what’s happening, some of the pressure on your throat is relieved and endo is knocked back from his caging position around you.

“ahh, fuck,” he chuckles from behind you. you barely make it out as he drawls out a breathy “always in your way, ain’t I?”

paying him no mind, takiishi wordlessly turns his gaze back down to you, and without endo breathing down your neck, he can pull you further onto his cock. he delights in the glossy tears running down your cheeks, and strokes his thumb softly against your throat, though it does nothing to soothe the burn. you find yourself missing endo’s overbearing presence, and weakly stretch a hand out in his direction to find something to hold onto.

endo tsks, “such a greedy lil thing.” but his mouth feels empty, so he takes a few of your small fingers inside to keep his tongue busy, and you moan around takiishi’s cock at the contact. when he throws his head back and grunts, endo’s eyes narrow with mirth and he smirks around your fingers knowingly.

a dip in the bed behind you, and endo is taking your fingers that he very kindly slobbered on for you, and guiding your hand through your own folds. garbled noises and moans vibrate against takiishi’s cock as endo makes you pleasure yourself. gazing up at him, he sees the way his hips buck and knows he won’t last much longer. he just needs a little push. endo circles your wet fingers around your clit, his hair tickling your earlobe as he whispers, “come on bunny, make takiishi cum. I know you can do it.”

a strangled scream rips from your throat from the overwhelming pleasure endo’s giving you coupled with the oxygen that takiishi takes. as your walls clench around nothing, takiishi's hot streams of cum flood down your throat, but he pulls his hips back ever so kindly so you can taste him on your tongue, too.

endo couldn't move fast enough to clutch your jaw in his hands and press his open mouth to yours, flicking his tongue around yours and sucking it greedily. the bitter taste of cum on his lips mixes with something sharp and metallic, and he feels your mouth twitch in hesitance. he pulls back, a string of saliva and cum connecting the two of you. your eyes widen when you see smeared blood stains under his nose and upper lip. he follows your gaze, speaking lowly against your lips, "'kiishi got me good, huh?" he chuckles, "...but you'll clean me up, yeah?" before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, desperate and moaning and licking into your mouth, until he yelps and pulls away, your tired eyes fluttering open at the loss of contact.

takiishi's grabbing endo by the roots of his hair, pushing his nose into the bed like a bad dog. his harsh voice is barely audible to you, but clear in endo's ear, "look what you made her do. you wasted it." when he pulls endo back up, you notice the small wet spot on the sheets and a smear of cum against his hooked nose.

"I-I'm sorry chika, wanted to taste you so bad, I-"

a resounding smack echoes through the room, and endo's head flies into the pillow beside you. your gaze trails along his body, and he looks wrecked. his cock is straining against his sweats, his torso covered in bites and bruises, chest heaving, and his upper lip, stretched into a wide, dazed smile, is stained with drying blood and cum. takiishi's cold eyes glare down into endo's gleaming ones. the tension between them has you clenching your thighs together.

"you'll have to make it up to us," takiishi spits. endo shivers in pure delight.

you're in for a long night.

[why-the-heck-not]

finished a book in the morning and that was a mistake like what am I supposed to do with the rest of the day? Starting a new book would feel like a blasphemy towards this one but also so would just moving on & doing other things

[golddustdyke]

I took a little journey to the unknown and I come back changed, and I can feel it in my bones .... I fucked with the forces that our eyes can't see, now the darkness got a hold on me....Oh, the darkness got a hold on me ....... I have seen what the darkness does - say goodbye to who I was, I ain't ever been away so long...don't look back, them days are gone

[fisheito]

e.eiden. p.e rcentg.e.eitorkoom

wHY IS HE WET

[mienar]

from us it begins

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[backpackingspace]

Of course post-canon odysseus and penelope love each other (they are a little bit insane about the other. Neither is allowed to leave the others side for months after odysseus gets back. They cycle between sobbing on one and another and aggressively making out. ) but it's true that they have both changed. It's been twenty hard years after all. So

Odypen courting each other again just for the fun of it. Odypen deciding to act like teenagers again and make elaborate plans pretending to sneak into the others room.

Odysseus sending penelopes 90 year old dad a letter challenging him to a race for penelopes hand in marriage. (This does not go over well but penelope though it was hilarious)

Odysseus begging Athena to help him win penelopes heart/hand again. (Athena: What no why you're already married I don't understand you ) (she helps anyways)

Penelope weaving all of odysseus's clothes. Penelope hauling out every tapestry she made of telemachus's childhood (she made one for every year. To gift odysseus on his birthday when he returned.)

Odypen leaving telemachus incharge while they go off on dates (to harssass, cause problems, and badger other people into giving them things). It should be fine Athena has been sticking close to the house lately. And it's only for an afternoon anyways (at first. Headcanon that penelope came with odysseus when he had to go plant the oar and call it a windmill quest.)