#if i gave male north a human name

[creampiece]

North and Markus?

Nah...

West and Maria!

[yaut-jaknowit]

Predator x a former Weyland-Yutani researcher who does NOT want their children anywhere near a xenomorph at any point in time/is not so hot onnthe whole "hunting the most dangerous game" thing in general.

Monsters Under The Bed

Character: Woftik (male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2077

Summary: On the north end of the planet, the cold weather is brutal. Only the strong survive. One of your children is nearing their chiva. The blooding ceremony where she could die. You didn't want her to go. She's still your baby to you. Still so small like the day she was born. But Woftik is the leader of the tribe. This must be done.

Author Note: This thought process for many of those who have children with Yautjas is probably high. Humans aren't used to such a thing. Sometimes it works in their favor, but others... not so much.

Masterlist

Ao3

“I will not allow our child to be slaughter by those, by those monsters!” you screamed off at the top of your head. Tears streamed down your sticky cheeks. A finger was shoved into Woftik’s chest, not even making the Yautja sway. “It’s one thing for you to go out there and hunt but it’s another to send our child to their deaths!”

Out of all the things he could’ve said today, you weren’t expecting him to state it’s time for your daughter to become a newly blooded. Woftik had been training her since she could walk how to hunt. Hunting normal things for food or necessity. Not going off to fight an eight-legged creature who only comes out at certain times in a year. This thing lives in caves. Caves. Limited space to fight. The beast was around twenty feet tall, scary beyond belief, and – oh, could kill your daughter! How did he not understand this?!

Woftik let you yell at him, let you take your anger out at him. An angry partner was bad. But he knew better from experience not to feed into the energy. After some time, you’ll wear yourself out eventually.

The nonreaction from him only pissed you off more. It gave you the wrong signals. As if, he didn’t care about you or your feelings or your daughter. Your fists trembled at your sides. You were red in the face, hot headed and all. “You don’t care?! You don’t care she could die because it’s part of your culture to send your children to death. But, I will not stand for this.” You put down your foot firmly and jabbed your finger into his chest again.

Only a brow lifted to acknowledge the jab. “Woftik, you will not send Vo to her death. I will not stand for this. I don’t care if its part of your culture.” With your past experience with Weyland-Yutani, you knew some of their culture and history. Dangerous. Death. That’s the foundations that you saw. Kill or be killed in their line of work.

Why in all the years did you decide to free this asshole and allow him to take you away from earth. You will never know what you were thinking back then. Young and stupid. Here comes this big, burly, monster who sweeps you off your feet and saves you after saving him. How idiotic you were. Cause now look at the trouble that’s put you in.

After all the yelling, releasing the pent up anger, the energy left your body. You panted, shoulders heaving while glaring up at the giant off white Yautja in front of you. His stance or features hadn’t even changed once since the start of the argument. You wanted to get angry all over again but saw no point. If he won’t budge, what’s the point to try again?

“Woftik,” you soft call his name. The glare on your face turning into a pleading expression. “Please.”

One of his upper mandibles twitched. “Sweetheart.” Woftik cupped your hot face in his hands and drew you in closer. “This is for her. She has trained since the moment she could stand. She must take this step in her life to continue to live within our tribe. Or else she’ll be forced out.” His thumbs rubbed at both the wet and dry tears stuck to your cheeks. “This is for her own good. Even our own daughter has to face the same challenges as any other Yautja.”

Your heart broke into a million pieces. Tears fell more constantly. You shook your head in his hands, trying to deny his words. “Woftik, please. Don’t do this. Don’t send her out there. She’ll die. She’s… she’s not like you. She’s human too.” As much as you hate to use your species in a demeaning way to yourself, if it helped. So be it.

A hybrid. A surprise you didn’t think was scientifically possible. Two different species, different DNA, different chromosomes. It shouldn’t be logical. But, here was your daughter, Vo-tok. She was living proof.

His mandibles drew up into his mouth. “And that will be her advantage to this. I believe in her skill and my skill. Remember, I taught her everything she knows. Do you trust me?” he asked, softening his voice and drawing your full attention to him.

The lump in your throat was hard to swallow down. Your gaze slipped down to the ground. Anywhere besides his dark brown eyes that could see into your very soul. His hands on your cheeks tilted your head up even more to find the thing you tried to hide from.

“Do you trust me?”  By his god, you did. A lot. It was your human nature to fret about your daughter though. He’s trained. Cleanly. You’ve seen him in action when he had to take down the base he had been locked up in. No human could stand in his path and live. All except yourself. That was because you had saved his life. The code all respected Yautjas follow to a T. He had been forced by said code to take you back with him, despite his want to slaughter you. Except, you had freed him from his bonds and gave him a chance to escape.

Pain was evident in your eyes. “Woftik,” you whined his name. The Yautja tightened his hold, silently demanding an answer from you. A sigh left you, eyes shutting softly with a wince. “You know I do.”

Despite your anger, your rage on the male, there wasn’t a doubt you trusted him. You had to in this line of work. Without him, being in the cold, freezing North Pole, you would’ve perished long ago.

Woftik released a deep rumble that sounded similar to a purr. His face grew close to nuzzle his temple to yours. “Then, trust my training. I’ve taught plenty before. Not all have returned from the hunt. I won’t lie to you. Her chances are greater than any other trainer,” he explained and pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open to find his nearly black eyes looking deep into yours.

“How can you expect from me to do this? I can’t. I can’t just turn a blind eye and let our daughter near such a thing. Why can’t she just hunt something normal? Like those deer-like creatures you bring home every once in a while,” you tried to reason with him one more time. Anything to get him to break. “This is our daughter we’re talking about.”

His eyes hardened for a moment. “And all of my children have gone through similar training either by me or their mother. They’ve endured the hunt. Not all have survived. It’s their final test to become a hunter. Vo-tok is half ooman but that may be an advantage to her.” How could he possibly think such a thing? Compared to his kind, Yautjas are weak, fragile. Plenty of other Yautjas have told you so despite who is your mate and what your position is in their clan.

From the determination in his eyes and voice, there was no way to win this verbal battle with him. As much as you hated it, his word was law. He led his clan with a mighty fist and ensured their survival through the harshest of months. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take your word or listen to you. He’s often done that. But, this was one thing he won’t budge on.

And that made you feel a hurricane of feelings for him.

You turned your head away, pulling away from his touch. “When does this ‘hunt’ begin?” you asked in a defeated tone, faced tucked to the side.

Woftik sighed and squared his shoulders. “Three days, at dusk. The beast only comes out at night.” Your heart clenched at the thought of your daughter fighting at night. This couldn’t get worse. You flinched and hugged yourself, trying to fight off the new wave of tears again.

Your shoulders were bunched. You forced yourself to take a few steps away from him. “Okay,” you softly said then turned around and walked away from him. Distance was needed. Space and time. You had to go spend time with your daughter. Before everything may change before your eyes.

Worst of all. You had three other children with him. Woftik was sentencing all of them to their deaths. And there’s nothing you could do to stop it. All he expected from you was to trust the training he puts all four of them through. But Woftik is… Woftik. He could handle himself. You’ve seen it personally, up front and personal. But this, this is completely different. Your children. This is your children you were talking about.

The eldest of your children wasn’t even home. She was out, training with another group of young bloods nearing their blooding ceremony. And none of their parents were objecting this. It was part of their culture. A hard pill to swallow for an outsider who wanted to protect your children from the monsters.

The others were in the playroom that branched off of from the common room. You walked through said space to find all of your little ones huddled together, eyes wide. Their whispering stopped immediately at your approach.

Unease had settled in their dark eyes. Your heart broke all the more at the sight. Instantly, you knelt before them, brows furrowed up. “Oh, babies,” you cooed to them in a soft, gentle tone.

None of them were babies anymore. The second oldest, Ma’ril, was thirteen in Yautja years, nearing his own blooding as well. Then, you had Tink-on. She was twelve. Lastly, was Veir. He was nine. The youngest in your family. Yet, all of them knew the basics at least of hunting. Each progressing in different weapons that suited them best. Woftik ensuring to hit every style to find what fits them. He was so careful about their training. That at first, you weren’t fretting about their upcoming hunts. Until the day comes.

It was closing in fast.

“You heard us yelling, didn’t you?” you asked, disappointed in yourself. This is one of your worst fears.

Veir nodded his head silently and looked at you from underneath his brows. You flinched as if he had struck you. It was one thing to shout at your partner but another to have your children hear it.

“Oh, babies, I’m so sorry. We were disagreeing on something. I’m… I’m just scared for your older sister. I can’t help it. It’s part of being human.” Something they were burdened with. The emotions of a human and the talents and skills of a Yautja. Two ideas that don’t mix well. “But, we came to an agreement. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

They all looked at each other before returning their eyes to you. Timidly, you opened your arms and waited with bated breath. One after another, Ma’ril, Veir, and Tink-on piled in on each other. All of them snugging you into a hug.

“You know I love you with all of my heart, right?” A question you couldn’t but ask in the aftermath. Each one nodded and voiced that they knew. “Good. Good. I’m very glad. I love you guys so much. You’re my world.”

And they were. They were your lifeline. Woftik was part of that as well. Pieces to the puzzle that made up your life. A life you didn’t want to see break up if a piece goes missing. You had to hold back the tears desperate to fall. The idea hurting more than you thought.

You felt the eyes before hearing the soft steps of Woftik. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the hulking, white giant stalk into the room quiet as ever. He moved with ease and lowered himself to his knees at your side. Your gave him a tight lipped smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The pain was too fresh in your heart to forgive him just yet.

“They heard us,” you explained in soft voice that only he could hear. The off-white Yautja hummed and scooted closer, showering the four of you with his warmth. His muscular arms came around and encircled all of you. You leaned into him, taking the embrace to quell the pounding of your heart.

Nothing needed to be said about your family. Mismatched, imperfect as it was, you loved it more than anything.

[toulousewayne]

🌿🍃Toxic Lover: Pt: II

Nightwing X male!reader with a former team who had become Poison Ivy like meta-human.

Summary:Your a former Titan teammate, you and Dick have unresolved feelings and you become infected with the same toxins and chemicals that turned Poison Ivy into a meta-human.

————-

“They Can Bury Us Deep, But We Always Grow.”

Batman sat perched on the rooftops of Gotham. It was a rainy night, much preferred these nights. Most of the crime was kept to the shadows it made it easier for him.

“Batman,we’ve got a problem,”Oracle’s voice filled his coms. “Fill me in.” He jumped off the building and glided north of his location.

——

A man walks outside of the Stacked Deck Bar, and takes a puff from his cigarette. He walks into the alleyway and takes a swig of his flask.

He rounds the corner to see a shadow figure standing before him.

“It’s the freakin’ bat,” he takes out his pistol but it’s knocked out of his grips my a WingDing. The next thing he knows he’s thrown against a nearby dumpster.

“You murderer.” Nightwing snarled at the man before his feet. He kicked him in the stomach, then picked him up and flung him to the other side of the alley.

“L-look I’m sorry about you friend—it’s wasn’t personal.” He’s met with a powerful shock to the gut.

“AHHH-pplease.”

“That’s enough, honey,”A thin cloud of pink and gold mist surrounded the two men, Y/n emerged be held by tree branches pink petals. “It’s good to see you,Nolan wasn’t it. however, the last time we meet you killed me along with your friends.” Y/n grinned. He sported a new pale green skin tone now, his normal (E/C) eyes were a deep emerald. Leaves and vines woven together to map pants and some wrapped around his forearms and torso.

He lowered himself and walked over to Nightwing placing a hand on his emblem. “You know I should really thing you, you allowed me to be a better version of myself,”

“You’re welcome-“Nightwing kicked him in the gut again.

Y/n crossed his arms across his chest. “Though I could have done without the new color. No matter it’s time you answer my questions.” He waved his hand and Nightwing backed away from the goon. Y/n crouched down and blow from his palm, more of the same pink dust engulfed him squared in the face and almost immediately his grimace morphed into a blank stare.

“Now what I want to know two things. What is the name of the scientist that gave you the order to kill me, and last where is Poison Ivy?”

———

The Batmobile came to a screeching haunt behind several police cruisers. He leaped out and walked past the small crowd held back by officers.

A officer lifted a yellow tape and he entered the crime scene. Gordon stood a foot away from two white sheets, Spoiler and Red Robin stood at the bodies scanning them before joining Batman and the Commissioner.

“They two of the best people on the force,” Gordon puffed after taking a drag from his Pipe.

“Any leads?” Batman turned to the two heroes. Red Robin hand him a zip lock bag with several deep green leaves.

“Posion Ivy, she’s been quiet.” Spoiler folded her arms.

Batman walked past them and removed the sheets to observe the bodies. It’s definitely something Ivy could have done but Batman isn’t so sure. He knows that’s she’s been MIA for months.

He rises his head and looks straight ahead. “Gotham Cemetery.” He mumbles. He stands up and walks towards it.

“Is he himself?” Gordon turns to the two who shrug.

—

Batman enters the cemetery and walks past the stone statues. He moves like a black phantom through out the grounds until he stops in front of what was supposed to be a fresh grave. Red Robin and Spoiler approach and stop themselves.

“What happened?” She questions. Vines and purple flowers grown from the grave and have consumed it. The casket is in the heart of the greenery and is split open. And no body inside.

Batman turned to the two, before worry took over his masked features. “Has anyone spoke to Nightwing tonight?”

“Not since the afternoon, he said he was patrolling the East End tonight.” Red Robin replied.

“You think Y/n did this?��� Spoiler looked back at the grave and back to Batman who was practically running towards the entrance.

“Alfred I need to find Nightwing he’s not answering his com links.” The Batmobile came to a roaring stop at the cemetery gates and Batman hopped inside before racing down the street.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been able to locate him Sir. His tracker when down two hours ago.” He sighed.

Batman gripped the steering wheel.”Any last know location.”

“Allow me to check,”Alfred typed a few keys before giving him the last location,”Robinson Park Sir, the Botanical Gardens.” The Batmobile raced and roar onto Pioneer Bridge towards the other part of the city.

——

One man stumbles and falls down a few stairs and coughs. As he runs down a hallway into a warehouse.

“Please have Mercy!” He cries as he ducks behind a crate.

“Mercy,I’ll show you mercy.” A voice boomed in the dark room. The man cowered in fear before he flew back from his hiding spot and was carried up fifty feet in the air. He was wrapped in an oversized vine and was being constrained.

Y/n moved into his view ontop of an another vine and smirked. He had his arm resting on his knee and leaned forward towards the man’s face.

“So sad isn’t it. We take for granted the gifts Mother Nature can offer us,” he plucks a maroon flower from his vine that looks between a cross of a tulip and rose. He twirled the flower and looked back at the man. Before smirking.

“So tell me Wilson, where can I find the scientist?” Before the man could reply Y/n blow on the flower and black particles landed on his face. He started to cough and scream in pain.

“He’s meeting the Boss I don’t know who but he’s meeting him Chinatown. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” He screamed in terror before a massive coughing fit and his limbs go limp.

Y/n lowers himself down and allows the vines to drop the body with a loud crack. Nightwing stood a few feet from where the man landed. He stare at him for a while before Y/n came into his view.

“Where are we going?” Y/n placed a kiss to his cheek. Y/n took his leave with Dick in tow.

“To make one more stop.”

——

Batman crashed through the same skyline Nightwing had to find the place abandoned. He took a look around with a flashlight.

He came to a makeshift bed and found the same leaves Red Robin gave him.

He turned on his scanner and turned the leave over. “Alfred identify and breakdown these leaves basic components.”

“Right away Sir. These two leaves have the same trace amount of pheromones. The scanners indicate they are of a stronger concentration. The combination is similar to the lab where Nightwing and is team were a few nights ago.”

Batman turned and looked at the ground. He found a WingDing and a remnant of a sleep dart. The same Nightwing gauntlet. “Nightwing must of found Y/n and tried to stop him.”

Alfred hummed, “Do you think he killed Master Richard.”

Batman kneeled down a traced his finger to find them covered in a green dust. “Unlikely, what happened to him he still cares for Dick.” He stood up and grappled out of the greenhouse. He glides down to the street and gets back into the Batmobile.

“The attack on Y/n in the lab must of caused a biological shock and rewrite his DNA the same way it did Ivy. But what I can figure out is what’s motivate?” He began to drive before another call rang.

“It’s Ms Gordon I’ll patch her through.” Soon the ringing stopped and Barbara’s voice filled the car.

“Batman we found two bodies.”

“Where?”

“One at the Stacked Deck an hour ago Red Hood is on the scene with Bullock. And another at a warehouse at Dixon Docks,Batgirl is there with Robin now.”

“My word, Sir my analysis is completed. There is another drug mixed in that was scanned at the fire. It’s a drug called Tomgenalixe. It’s a substance used in modern day Hallucinogens and can be used to create mind altering effects.”

“Mind Control.” Batman and Oracle reply.

“So Y/n isn’t just killing people for fun, he’s been controlled too.” Oracle took a deep sigh.

Batman gripped the steering wheel.”We need to find them. Alfred can you track Y/n’s pheromones?”

Alfred typed at the Batcomputer. “Sir his tracking is leading to the Diamond District.”

Batman raced back towards the highway. “Oracle take the components of the drugs and chemicals and synthesize and antitoxin. Have someone bring it to me. Alfred, have Red Robin and Spoiler meet me at my location.”

“Working on it, I’ll have Red Hood and Batgirl pick up the antioxins as soon as it ready.” Oracle signed off.

“Sir, when you arrive what will you do?”

Batman didn’t answer as thunder crashed across the night sky.

“I’m going to save them.”

———-

“Where’s my cut?” The scientist hissed at the man in a chair turned away from him.

The man chuckled. “Your cut, you were supposed to bring me a new drug. You burned your research. I can’t get any of that funding back, and now Lex Luthor has questions about fire you caused.” The man stood before as Black Man rises from his seat and the scientist cowers.

“I’m—“ SMACK

“You little runt, you work for me and you’ll get paid when the fuck I say so.” He snarled. He grabbed a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it at him.

“Now get back and figure out the poison, you still have the plant woman in holding?”

“Yes, she’s secure downstairs.” He took the cash. But before he could leave he was kicked square in the jaw and crumbled to the floor.

Black Mask turns to see Nightwing giving his a death stare. “What brings you here?”

The doors burst open with three of his goons with green glowing eyes and Y/n strolling behind them.

“I’m here for a little payback.” Y/n smirked. He outstretched his arm and vines bursts from the floor and tied up Black Mask.

“You crazy bitch I’ll kill you.” Y/n yawned. “Boys take care of him,” he turned to the scientist. “I think you have someone who doesn’t belong to you, don’t worry I’ll kill you when this over just like I did you henchmen.”

“Boss!” The large man who had did most of the damage to Y/n emerged through another door. Nightwing sprang into action and brutal fought him. It didn’t take long before he hit the ground hard.

Y/n crossed the room and stood over the dazed man.

“Remember it’s nothing personal.” Y/n dropped seeds into his gapped open mouth and vines and flower rapidly grew from his mouth and stomach.

“That’s sick.” Black Mask gagged before getting punch by Nightwing.

Y/n nodded and then two armed guards took Black Mask away. The other waiting for them and Nightwing grabbed the Scientist.

“Let’s go.” He barked. Y/n and the other guard followed him. The arrived in a basement that was like a huge underground bunker.

They ventured until the came to a catwalk and bellow was a cell in center with Ivy unconscious.

“Well it seems you’ve severed your purpose.” Y/n turned to the man that uttered the order to kill him and before he could grab him a Batarang nearly took his hand off.

Batman leaped down and glared at the group.”That’s enough, you’ve taken to many lives tonight I won’t let you take more Y/n. This isn’t you.”

Y/n pursed his lips and brief a chuckle. “What do you know about Y/n?” Batman eyed down below and saw Ivy talking almost as a puppet.

“Ivy, you’ve been controlling him from the start.”

Ivy/Y/n chuckled. “I can’t take all the credit you seen when they turned Y/n into this new and improved version of himself. We form a connection, and the more his powers grew—“

“The greater your control became.” Batman finished. Ivy chuckled in her cell.

“He makes a fine successor, does need some weeding but no matter he’ll do fine to kill you.” Y/n caused two large vines to sprout beside Batman who leaped down and landed on his feet. He cartwheel out the way of a shock from Nightwing.

“I know you can hear me, don’t make me have to put down.” Nightwing smirked,”Come and try.” He lunged at Batman and the two attacked and blocked each others moves.

Red Robin and Spoiler crashed the room and took out the guard and Spoiler went after Y/n to jumped onto a moving vine.

“Y/n snap out of it you’re still in there.” She pleaded. Y/n formed another overgrown plant to seat her away like fly. He caused a giant Venus Flytrap to sprout and it held him in place.

“This will be your tomb.” He laughed wickedly.

——

Black Mask stood ontop of the building with rifles at his head.

“Jump.” One order. He moved his leg out to jump before he heard gunfire and the sounds of punches. He nervously turned to see Red Hood and Batgirl.

“I’m saved—“ he was lassoed by Batgirl who tied him to a pipe. Before following Red Hood into the building.

“Hell let me Go!”

—-

Nightwing kicked Batman in the chest sending him stumbling.

Red Robin back flipped out the way of a vine nearly crushing him.

“Give up.” Ivy hissed.

Red Hood and Batgirl arrived. Batgirl grabbed a vine and began to run up it to Y/n and Red Hood leaped down and fired a few rounds at Nightwing which distracted him long enough for Batman to land a punch.

He stagger and when to fight him some more giving Red Hood the chance to fire a dart the hit Nightwing in the neck. He growled before he slowly turned and fell into Batman’s arms going limp.

Batgirl managed to get a clear shot and injected Y/n with large dose. He felt tired fell onto the catwalk, Red Robin check on him before injecting an orange liquid into Y/n arm.

“This will break the connection to Ivy.”

Ivy screamed in pain like a part of her had been stabbed. “You’re going to Arkham.” Batman stood before her and she was about to shout before green mist filled her cell and she collapsed.

“Hey Oracle whip up something for her too.” Batgirl chimed in.

Batman grinned and turned to Nightwing and sighed.

———-

Y/n felt like everything that happened was a fever dream. Killing them men that assaulted him, rising from the dead like an uprooted carrot and his finale fight with the Batfamily.

He sat up with an instant migraine. He rubbed his temples from the bright lights and turned to the side to see a shadow.

“Where am I?” His voice was hoarse and scratchy.

“You’re in Arkham.” Batman sighed and came into the light of the cell.

Y/n took in his surroundings and it was in a cell in Arkham. He was also in hospital gown with a collar around his neck.

“So I’m in jail?” He raised a brow the Dark Knight. Batman took a stance at the foot of the bed.

“Not exactly, what do you remember?” His voice was full of concern and worry. Not the same voice typical of Batman.

Y/n rubbed his temples for a brief movement. “I remember the taxi driver…I vaguely remember two officers and then everything went black. Did I hurt them?”

“They’re dead. Poison Ivy took control over your mind after you transition into a meta-human.”

Y/n felt all the air suck of his lungs. “You’re here because I know you’ll be under careful observation,” he lifted his gaze to the ceiling and Y/n followed. Vents were overhead them.

“This cell is constantly being pumped with an antitoxin that helps with the more advanced powers. It won’t rid them completely but you’ll be in control.” He walked closer to the doors.

“You should be in for a few more days, once that finished I’ll come get you myself. Gordon has already dropped any charges and no one knows Y/n L/N was the new Poison Ivy.”

“Did I hurt him?”

“I don’t know what your—“

“Damnit yes you do. I know I didn’t just kill two people. I hope I can..live with that. But did I hurt him?” Tears formed in the young man’s eyes and streamed down his face.

“No.” Batman whispered.

“Oh.” He wiped his face. “Can I see him?”

“I can’t allow that, you didn’t hurt him but Ivy used your feelings for him to make into your mind-controlled bodyguard. You killed people Y/n…He’s still recovering in the cave. Y/n it may be best to give it time.” Batman exited the cell where Gordon was waiting and the two walked away into the Asylum.

Everything began to flash before Y/n and he flopped back on the uncomfortable cot. Before sleep took him back and he dozed off.

[solitablvd]

The Blood Moon

**Minors DNI**

Pairing: Vampire!Javier Escuella x Vampire Slayer!Reader

Summary: With the blood moon's crimson glow tapestrying over the night, you, an experienced vampire slayer on the hunt, find exactly who you're looking for.

Warnings: Human/Vampire Relationship, vampire smut, vampire bites, unprotected p in v, v fingering, marking, blood sucking/drinking, partial mind control, making out, nsfw

Word Count: 3.6k AO3 Link

The wooden porch let out a creak under the heel of your leather boot as you shifted to lean against the railing. The scene before you was a grim, but unfortunately familiar one. Wooden casket, red roses, and tears. You had been in the game so long you had become numb to these situations now.

“For all people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever, just as the memory of dear Grace. Blessed be the life of Grace Barlow, who now lives in eternal peace. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.” The priest gives a final sign of the cross to the crowd before him. You allowed your fingers to move from your head to your chest, then shoulder to shoulder before bringing the rosary that laid upon your chest up to your lips for a final kiss in unison with the crowd.

As the service finished, you made your way down the porch steps as those who were once sitting in rows began to file into the grieving family’s home to await the burial. Walking down the short aisle, you nodded to the priest as he passed you by.

Taking a deep breath, you approached Grace’s husband, Peter. He stood above his deceased wife, staring down at her with eyes red from everlasting tears. As the spurs on your boots clinked, he glanced briefly behind him at you before shifting his attention back to his wife. “You made it.”

You nodded, joining beside him, “Apologies for missing the first half of the service Mr. Barlow. A farmer just North of here said he saw a mysterious male figure near his barn last night. Then found one of his goats with the blood completely drained from it in the early morning. Had to bring in a priest to bless the place, but anyway— I think it might be who you’re looking for.”

Before he could respond you looked down at Grace before you. Her face, though flushed from all its color, looked peaceful. She wore a long, lavender dress, with a matching ascot that was no doubt placed to cover the scar she received from her assailant.

“May I?” You asked Peter. He nodded somberly, placing a gentle hand on Grace’s ascot and pulling it down slightly to reveal her neck. As you suspected, the scarred fang marks were still visible on her pale skin. Her skin was ice cold, but you had touched enough deceased bodies to remain indifferent. You brushed your fingers over the scar.

The bite of a vampire.

“I didn’t get a good look at it.” Peter began, “It was late. I–I told Grace not to go out so late, but she—” His voice shook. “She went anyway, almost as if she was bewitched by that—”

“I understand.” You nodded earnestly. “Not to worry though, if the same one was lurking just North of here, he can’t be too far.” You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

Peter took Grace’s hand once more before muttering, “You better. I am paying you after all.” He placed a final delicate kiss on her skin before closing the wooden casket altogether.

With the shut of the casket you gave a solemn goodbye before turning away, making your way through the family’s home. The sorrowful faces that gathered had no effect on you. They had once upon a time, but that was long ago. When you first began vampire slaying, every case felt personal. You made promises to grieving masses that you couldn’t always keep. Over time you had learned how to steel yourself against the pain of others. You were given your task and you executed these tasks with nothing less than precision and duty. Leaving the residence, you lifted yourself onto your horse and made your way Northbound.

On your journey, you stopped by the local gunsmith in the town of Valentine to ensure you had the right supplies for the night’s hunt. Hunting a vampire would take more than prayers or garlic as many often believe. You hitched your horse, gave her a sweet pat and entered the gunsmith to a familiar face.

“Ah, the vampire slayer.” The shopkeep, Ralph, smiled knowingly, “You haven’t been here in a while. The usual I suppose?” You answered his question affirmingly. He went to the locked wooden box on the wall to grab your ammunition.

“I’ve been out in the plains near Blackwater.” You explained, “I caught word of a woman who was left for dead just outside the perimeter of her home just South of here. Had two holes in her neck. Widower offered to pay me a sizable amount for the bastard’s head.”

Ralph placed a box of pure silver bullets in front of you. “Well, this should do the trick alright.” You picked up one of the bullets to examine it while Ralph continued. “Take the whole box, you might need it; heard it’s a blood moon tonight.”

Your mind began to race as you replaced the lead bullets in your revolver for the silver ones. A blood moon meant the perfect night for hunting a vampire, but for all the wrong reasons. Any vampire out on a blood moon would no doubt be looking for a body to feast on which meant the hunt shouldn’t take much time. The energy of the blood moon however, would also amplify their power. With this in mind, you placed your revolver back into your holster and kept the box of the gleaming bullets.

You began your journey on horseback, heading further North into the West Grizzlies where you suspected the vampire would continue heading, based on where he was last seen. You crossed over the Dakota River and ventured into the increasing vision of trees.

You slowed your horse down to a trot as you spotted tracks of drying blood on the dirt ground, shining in the golden glow of the sunset. The sunsetting meant your time would soon become limited. You hopped off your horse to follow the tracks on foot. You kept one hand on your holster, ready to draw at any given moment before coming across the source of the blood.

The trail of blood led to a large rock, where behind it laid a lifeless doe. The doe appeared gaunt and discolored. This was no work of any ordinary predator. The two holes on the animal’s neck only proved your theory. You brushed your fingers along the two apertures, the blood was still tacky. He couldn’t be too far.

You continued on the trail, slowing your horse to a stop once the sun had finally set. You took out the sharp knife in your holster, holding the edge of the blade to your palm before taking a gasping breath and slicing into yourself.

“Fuck,” You whispered with a wince at the familiar pain. The cut was not deep, but enough to draw a bit of your crimson blood for your next step. You grabbed a white linen handkerchief out of your satchel and first wiped it along your neck to catch your scent. You then used the fabric to wipe the trickling blood off your palm. Once the fabric had been smeared with enough blood you tossed it to the ground below you: the perfect bait.

You strayed from the trail to head into the line of trees to set up a camp for the night, allowing whatever blood was left on your palm to trickle onto the ground below. The light of the moon had already begun to shine, appearing darker than any traditional night. Soon the light would shine red with the blood moon.

You stoked your fire, wanting the smoke to attract your unwanted, yet desired visitor, and rinsed the dried blood from your palm with water from the nearby stream.

The howling of the night’s wind grew as the time passed, the moon becoming a copper version of its original self. You remained seated alongside your campfire, staring at the dancing flames and leaping embers. Your vigilance persisted as the moon grew more and more red through the night, until it was eventually so vivid that it reminded you exactly why it was called a blood moon. The moonlight shone on your makeshift campsite, but was not exactly the inviting kind. The stream nearby now looked like a stream of blood flowing in the shape of veins. The ground before you that was once brown now appeared a wine-red hue.

The nearby rustling of leaves caused you to snap your attention to the line of trees ahead of you. You attempted to spot any figure of some sort, but before you could there was another rustle of leaves behind you. You quickly whirled to face where the noise came from. He was circling you like a predator stalking its prey.

You gulped, but kept a brave face as the snapping of a twig whipped your attention behind you once more. This time you stood quickly, facing the line of trees. In an instant, the creature appeared standing before you.

The vampire was far more elegant than you were used to. Clad in black jeans and a white button-up shirt, saturated in the moon's glow, he wore a long black duster embellished with gleaming golden buttons. His hair was meticulously tied back, effortlessly framing his regal features. His eyes were dark, with a glint of red that you briefly wondered was from the shine of the moon.

“I believe you dropped this, miss.” He spoke, his words coming out like silk as he presented the white handkerchief soiled in your blood. He flashed a smile and even in the scarlet-tinted night you could see the knifelike edges of his fangs.

A beat passed as you contemplated your options. Shooting wasn’t one, at least not yet; he’d easily evade any bullet with the speed he’s displayed, perhaps it would even make him more combative. Your revolver remained in the holster hanging off your hips as you made your next move.

“Oh— it must’ve fallen on my ride.” You spoke innocently, maintaining distance between the two of you.

“Perhaps,” He shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his gaze steady as he looked you up and down.

“Perhaps not.” He allowed the handkerchief to slip from his fingers onto the scarlet floor as he sauntered slowly towards you, “A chance encounter with a vampire sl—”

Those words were your signal to quickly draw your weapon, the metal barrel now aimed directly as his chest.

He stopped in his place, raising his hands in surrender with a smoky chuckle. “Let me finish.”

Instead, you cocked the hammer of the revolver, raising another chuckle from the man, “Ay, no, no. Amada, you don’t want to do that,” His playful, yet alluring demeanor continued. His words were laced with an enticing charm that you were trying to ignore.

As he looked down the barrel of your weapon, you met his gaze once more. His eyes bore into you with what you could only describe as an insatiable desire. The glint of red in his eyes intensified as he spoke smoothly, “You’re not going to pull that trigger.”

You felt your hand stiffen involuntarily against the cold metal. You gasped lightly with realization— he was manipulating your mind. His entrancing words began to echo in your mind. Your finger shook against the trigger as you attempted to resist his unearthly enchantment. This supernatural compulsion was one you had only ever heard of, but never encountered.

You widened eyes only seemed to elicit another smile from the vampire, his tongue quickly brushing over the edge of one of his fangs, “What? Never seen it before? My little trick is… quite something, isn’t it?”

He kept his eyes connected with yours as he made his way beside you. You felt frozen in place, your weapon now pointed at the dark line of trees. He stopped when he was at your elbow, not close enough to touch you, but the pull of his nearby presence was beginning to feel intoxicating.

“Drop it,” He whispered. You felt the words continue to echo in your mind as the weapon slipped right through your hand, dropping onto the floor. His gaze felt magnetic. You couldn’t look away, but you knew this had to be the source of this supernatural compulsion.

As your hands fell to your side, he stepped in front of you. You felt your roles reverse. He had now disarmed your weapon and your will with only a few enchanting words and a fixed look. You stood in silence under the tapestry of the scarlet eclipse; he was thinking, but of what?

The vampire’s gaze broke for only a second to look down at your lips. In the red moonlight they appeared very tempting to the vampire. Though you didn’t know it, he felt entranced by you too. In a way that he knew couldn’t be supernatural, as you were only a mere mortal, yet he felt as though you had bewitched him somehow. His mouth opened to speak once more, but when his eyes flickered back to yours, they found them already closed; for in that instant, you had shut them tightly, halting his entrancement.

You had broken his compulsion of your mind, yet you still felt caught in his undeniable allure. You didn’t move, not to push him away, not even to grab the silver stake laying by your crackling fire. You wanted to remain as close to him as possible.

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” He spoke again. As his voice brushed against your ear you could hear that he had now moved behind you. Without your sight you allowed yourself to focus on his voice. He spoke sultrily, his words leaving you wanting more. Could he be suggesting what you thought?

Your silver rosary plastered against your chest reflected brightly against the moon’s crimson glow. No vampire could touch the cross’ wearer without getting their skin scorched. He wanted you, that was clear now. He ached to touch you, but couldn’t as long as the rosary remained a barrier on your body.

You allowed your eyes to flutter open, turning only your gaze back towards him. This time you willingly looked into his eyes, wondering if he felt the same burning desire you did. His lips parted as if he were going to speak again, but closed in silent contemplation.

Tenderly, he reached out for your fingertips. Before you could register his touch he was recoiling with a sharp wince as his skin felt the searing of the cross. Your eyes widened in shock, wondering why he’d risk getting burned. You look down at his fingers, the tips now a scorched black, then back up to him with sympathy. Your compassion was unexpected as you felt an odd sense of admiration for his action.

“It’ll be worth it,” He reassured you in a murmur, “Just for one touch.”

A blooming sensation filled your body, your cheeks flushing at his words. You could feel yourself pulse with want— with need. You both remained silent as you raised your hands to unclamp the necklace. Your heart raced as you let the rosary slip off your chest onto the wine-red ground below.

He took one of your hands in his and you felt his touch for the first time. His touch was cold this time, yet held an ethereal quality. He pressed a tender kiss against the top of your hand, then held onto it as his kisses traveled delicately up your arm. Every kiss was intoxicating and filled with his passion. As his lips pressed against your shoulder, he slowed, allowing you time to tilt your head to give him complete access to your neck.

“I think…” He muttered against the bare skin of your neck, his breath sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. His lips grazed you as he continued, “I deserve a taste.”

An involuntary, trembling moan escaped your lips as his began to kiss your nape ever so gently. You looked up to the blood red moon, its deep red glow reflecting onto both your bodies. You gasped lightly as he nipped you lightly, holding himself back from devouring you altogether.

You brought your hand up to caress him as he continued to kiss hungrily at the crook of your neck. You craved more of him, pulling him in closer to let him know you needed more. He groaned against your neck as his hands began to explore your curves. You arched your back against his touch. He rubbed his hands over your breasts, then moved down to your hips to press your bodies closer together. His touch was sending a burning sensation throughout your body, you could feel yourself begin to throb at the feeling.

He used his hands to turn you to face him, keeping his hands rubbing up and down your hips in harmony with your arms now placed on his biceps. He kissed up your jawline, eventually finding home against your open lips. He kissed you hungrily as you returned the carnal lust. He was addicting, like nothing you had ever felt before. You moaned against his lips with desperation.

You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer. The movement was all he needed to effortlessly lift you, his hands getting lost in the ruffles of your long skirt as you cupped his face to kiss him deeply, your lips growing more and more needy.

Amongst your palpable insatiableness, he gracefully pressed you against a tree. You moved your hands down and began frantically undoing the lace of your bodice. Feeling your hands, the vampire took the liberty of assisting you by yanking at the lace, pulling it off of you easily before tossing it onto the floor along with his duster.

He took his lips off yours only to turn his attention back to your neck, grazing it with careful passion as he worked his way down to your collarbones, and lifting you higher to nip at your breasts. You threw your head back against the tree in pleasure, arching your back against what you could feel was his hardening cock below. He kept one hand beneath you, supporting his hips to keep you pinned up against the tree, but allowed his other hand to slip between your thighs

Your nails raked across the back of his white button-up shirt as you gripped him desperately, the burning fire becoming overwhelming as his fingers pushed past your undergarments to play with your wetness. He continued to suck on your breasts, marking you as his own. The combined sensations left you pleading for more.

“Please,” You whimpered, arching against his fingers, begging for him to enter. You felt him smile against your skin, his eyes flickering up to yours with contemptment at your desperation.

He gave in, letting one of his fingers slip into you. You trembled at the feeling, gripping him tighter. He moved his finger up and down at an achingly slow pace, enjoying how you threw your head back, looking up at the red night sky, muttering please, please, please as if you were pleading to God for more. He answered your prayers by gently slipping another finger up into you. He moved up to nip back at your neck, enjoying the vibrations that came with your needy moans.

The scent of blood he got from your neck became dizzying for him. He moaned deeply against your neck, pulling back, but keeping his forehead pressed against your collarbone in what appeared to be frustration.

“Eres una dulzura,” He breathed out. He slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips to taste sensually before reaching down to undo his jeans. He swiftly pushed his already hardened cock into you with fervor, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. With that, you pushed your lips back against his hungrily and raked your fingers through his hair.

You arched your back against him as he continued to pound into you. His rhythm quickened with approval as you grew incoherent against his lips. He let his hand slip down to rub your sensitive clit in circles, causing you to buck your hips with eagerness as you began to moan noisily at his touch. He didn’t let up, keeping in time with his thrusting as you felt your bodying nearing its peak.

His pace quickened as the pressure within him increased, needing release. He grunted against your neck, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. With a final thrust, you felt him still inside you as he reached his climax, the hot liquid filling you fervently as he rode out his high. He groaned loudly as he moved his fingers quickly against your clit as you let him know you were going to come too.

Just as you reached your peak, you felt his fangs scrape the delicate skin of your neck before puncturing your skin completely. You cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The bite sent a powerful force through your body as you reached your climax. Your body clenched with intensity as he sucked on your neck with an insatiable hunger. You quivered against him, clinging onto his body for support.

He roughly brought his mouth away from your neck, as if holding himself back. He panted heavily, the blood— your blood— dripping from his fangs. His tongue quickly brushed over his lips to collect the dripping blood as he didn’t want any of it to go to waste.

He slipped himself out of you before gently placing you back onto the ground, though you remained leaned against the tree behind you for support. He continued to plant sinfully slow kisses along your collarbone as you breathed heavily, looking up and silently praying the red moon above would forget to go down and keep this night eternal.

[smrtnik07]

My entry for @cityfrightspm - Elena :]

if u wanna hear me yap about her design and slavic vampires.... u know where to go…

first off! about vampires... they're from south slavic mythology! specifically the serbia-romania area (as one would guess..) a root word for their name is Upir - mix of un- (to not/to not be) and pir (fire!), meaning they can't burn! this is why i changed her bloodfiend fleshy parts to look more like hot coal/burning wood :)

the context for the not burning thing is a bit of a longer story, ill yap about that later...

the outfit is based on mostly north serbian traditional clothing, with some patterns taken from romania! i gave her mostly male clothing (because i think elena would be mad at me if i put her in a skirt) with some elements from female clothes for funsies :]

before garlic became THE plant to ward off vampires, originally we used hawthorns, believed to be a magical plant here (one of... many). so that's what i used in this design; both as the actual plant itself, and in the patterns decorating her clothes :) i love how elena in game has this aura of confidence, i tried to play into that - wearing the thing that can kill her, right on her ankle and head; a bit cocky if you ask me

slavs believed the soul and the body are inseparable during life, but when one dies, their soul can take up to 40 days to move onto the second realm. if the body is destroyed thoroughly, or if the one who died was a good person in life, their soul won't have much trouble moving on. to help the dead move on easier, slavs cremated their bodies.

okk about actual vampires now...

if that isn't done, there's a risk one will become vampiric during the 40 day timeframe. bad people had a higher chance of 'turning' into a restless undead-basically undead witches, werewolves and vampires. those three are the same thing, so much so that in russian the words for werewolf and vampire switched meaning. they're all malicious entities with a similar function.

the whole 'not burning' thing is because.. you already had your chance. you cant go back and cremate them now that things have gone wrong. the best ways to kill a vampire are using hawthorn, or damaging their skin in general.. thats what the thorns from hawthorn were used for!

(this gets a bit gross) once their skin is damaged, you find out vampires dont actually have... meat. or bones. they're filled with a red jelly-like substance, which simply.... pours out of them if you cut them.... ew! one of the websites i referenced for this called them similar to pihtije (look that up if u dare. idk i think pihtija is yucky)

AND to finish off.... in today's pop culture vampires are generally associated with cannibalism and... sex? i find it interesting how things change overtime when spreading to different cultures! but i wanted to share the only correlation between vampires and sex i found researching the original myths!

Once someone turns vampiric, they can go back to their spouses and still are able to make children. If the child is born the same sex as the vampiric parent, they'll be born with similar... powers as a vampire. If the child is of the opposite sex, they'll be born human.

thats all for now tyyy for reading muah muah

[ladyantiheroine]

I'll Haunt You Until You're Dead

Summary: A year after Lucy Gray's disappearance, Coriolanus has a dream. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 2.0k words

Tags: Femdom, wet dream, dream sex, riding, guilt, naked male clothed female, vaginal sex.

For several minutes, Coriolanus Snow had no idea if he was still asleep. His vision was filled with pitch-black darkness, but he was too self-aware to be unconscious. His mind swirled in the blackness between asleep and awake, and it wasn’t until he heard a female voice that he was yanked out of it.

“I like this room.”

Coryo’s eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed. He was in his bedroom at the Plinth estate, the one he slept in for the past year since inheriting the family fortune. The room was furnished in shades of red, from the walls to the carpet to the silk duvet of the bed. The only other color was the pale glow from the chandelier glistening on the walls. 

But there was another color too. Many in fact, stitched together in a skirt that resembled a phoenix’s feathers, and a corset stitched with flowers, beneath a head of dark hair and red lips. All standing in the corner by the door.

Coryo’s heart leapt int his chest and he sat up in bed. The light was dim, but he could see her. He could see her colors even in complete darkness.

“Lucy Gray Baird,’ he said. Her name fell helplessly from his lips.

She gave him a grin, and stepped closer to the bed with her hands clasped behind her back.

“This is a nice place,” she said. “Scarlet all over, like the inside of a human heart.” A sharp light crossed her eyes. “But a lot colder.”

Her voice was hot but made Coryo’s skin shiver. Her Southern drawl licked at his ears, felt like velvet. Despite wearing a robe, he instinctively lifted the duvet up to his chest to cover himself.

“You came back,” he said.

“I never left.”

“In the woods…”

Coryo couldn’t bring himself to even think about it. Out in the northern woods, a snack bite screaming on his arm, yelling and shouting bullets into the open air while the mockingjays taunted him from above. Him begging the air to bring back Lucy…Gray…Baird. 

He must have had a look on his face, because Lucy Gray snickered at him.

“What’s wrong, Snow?” she said. “You ain’t never seen a ghost before?”

“You can’t be ghost,” Coryo said. “You didn’t…”

He didn’t know what happened to her. Lucy Gray was never found after she took off into the woods. Whether he managed to shoot her—and her corpse has simply fallen somewhere no one could find—or she’d been eaten by wild animals, or she really had escaped up north like she said she would, no one knew for sure. And since then, Coryo had spent countless night fluctuating between praying she was dead and paying she was alive.

And now, here she was, with a beating heart and two feet on the ground.

Lucy Gray walked right up to the edge of the bed and stared Coryo down. He felt vulnerable and exposed, like a cornered animal. Like a roasted pig on a dining table who knew he was about to be made a meal of.

“Why are you here?” he asked her.

“Not to beg for you to take me back, if that’s what you’re hoping,” she said. There was nothing malicious in her tone. She said it as nonchalantly as if she was describing the weather. “Why would I want you back? Why would I want to stay with after what happened in the cabin?”

Coryo swallowed.

“I’m sorry, Lucy Gray,” he said.

“A little late for that.”

Then, Lucy Gray lifted a knee and pressed it down on the mattress. Coryo immediately stiffened, and Lucy noticed with a smirk.

“Look at you,” she said. “Shivering like a kitten.”

She leaned forward and crawled panther-like towards him. Coryo was frozen where he sat. He could run away, fight her off, no problem. Instead he sat still while she made her way across the red silk towards him until she was inches from his face.

“You think about me a lot, don’t you?” she said in a low whisper. “I can tell. I’m in your head.”

Coryo struggled to answer.

‘I…I’ve…”

Who else could he think of? Where else could his mind ever go except to her, the songbird who flew away?

Lucy Gray moved closer, this time right over him. Coryo groaned as she moved on top of him to straddle his hips, crushing the breath out of his lungs. His hands instinctively clasped her waist. She was so warm, and it struck him just how much, how long , his flesh had been itching for hers.

“I hear you sing,” he said. “I keep hearing your voice. I hear you at the Reaping… I hear you in District 12…I hear you in that nest of snakes…”

Coryo felt dizzy, dreamy, like he was slightly drunk. Lucy Gray looked at him with a mix of pity and bemusement. She traced her fingertips along his cheek and he damn could have started purring. But then, her fingers brushed down to his neck, his chest, and down to the knot of his robe.

“You hear me sing,” she said. She pinched the end of the ribbon, and then pulled the knot loose. “You’ve heard me sing a lot.”

She pulled away the folds of his robe. The air was cold against Coryo’s skin without the satin to cover him. Goosebumps prickles along his flesh. Lucy pressed her hands to his shoulders and leaned her lips to his ear.

Her voice was light as a feather. “I’d like to hear you sing.”

All the blood in Coryo’s body surged hot and he swallowed. His hands tightened her waist, wanting to pull her down and press every inch of her against him. How many times had he imagined Lucy Gray pressing her weight down on him, taking every piece of him until nothing was left, as far back as when he saw her flickering him on that screen during the Reaping? It made him ache. It made him whimper deep in his throat.

Lucy Gray smoothed her hands down his chest, making him tremble. There was a playful tease in her voice, a predator playing with her food,

“What exactly do you think of when you think of me?” she said. “Do you think of me at the Reaping? In the arena?”

Lucy Gray hooked her fingers into the seam of his boxers and pulled them down. A small whimper escape Coryo’s throat when the cold air met his red, hard erection.

“Or do you think about me in the woods?” she said. “Down by the lake? By the tree in the field?”

Then, Lucy Gray reached under her skirt. Coryo’s breath hitched when she pulled out her underwear and dropped it on the floor.

“Or maybe it’s none of that,” she said. “Maybe you just imagine us back in that zoo cage…rolling around in the grass.”

She curled her hands around his cock, and Coryo gasped like he’d been decked in the stomach. Lucy Gray lifted herself up above his hips.

“Well?” she said, lowering herself down on him. “Do you?”

Coryo’s hands curled into fists on the sheets. He bit hard down on his lip, keeping his eyes away from hers as she began to swerve her hips. She was hot and dripping wet, and she gripped him like a fist around a throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed between his teeth,

Just past the crimson curtains, a storm was pattering against the window. Thunder rattled the windows and the mattress springs sang beneath their weight. Lucy Gray’s breath quickened and her fingernail dug into Coryo’s flesh she quickened her pace.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” she teased. Through her sweat and ragged breath, she still taunted him. “Not gonna sing for your songbird?”

Coryo clenched his jaw and tried to silence himself. But the harder she fucked him, the harder it was for him to stay silence. His family was sleeping just down the hall. He couldn’t let them hear him. But she felt so good and he missed her so bad and fuck fuck fuck .

He sucked in a breath, his hips bucking up to meet hers. His knuckles turned white on his waist, pressing fingerprints into her corset, keeping her firmly on top of him. Lucy Gray grabbed his hands and pressed them down on the mattress. She spoke right to his face while she fucked him, her breath hot on his face.

“You’ll never forget me,” she said. Her voice was breathless and ragged, but firm as a promise. “You’ll never fall in love again because no other girl will be me.”

She moved faster, fucking him deeper into the mattress. Coryo couldn’t clench his teeth anymore. He moaned and arched his back, his chest rising and falling as his heart knocked at his ribs.

“Please…” he whimpered. “Lucy Gray, please…”

“Sing for me, birdie.”

Coryo’s body burned and shivered when it started to hit him. He ripped his hands from Lucy Gray’s grasp and sat up. Her hooked his arms around her waist, clamping her to his chest and pressed his face into her shoulder. Meanwhile, Lucy Gray tipped her head back as her hips buried into his. 

Coryo jerked his hips with hers until it he collapsed like shattered glass. He moaned right in her ear, his knuckles white and his eyes getting watery.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered. “Lucy Gray, please fuck me…”

She kept going even after every drop of him was gone. Before long Coryo could barely sit up, his body limp and fucked out. He collapsed back down on his pillow, smelling Lucy Gray all over him. The smell of grass and flowers and saltwater. Lucy Gray stared down at him, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

"You'll never get rid of me," she said. "You can live your life...you can meet other girls...you can turn the world to rumble. But you'll never get rid of me, Coriolanus. I'll haunt you until your dead."

Coryo couldn't tell if that was a threat or a promise. He felt like a melted puddle, a cat turned on it back to expose its soft belly.

“I miss you,” Coryo mumbled in a half-sleepy state. “Where are you…what happened to you…”

His eyes fluttered open Through his blurry vision, Coryo looked up at Lucy Gray. The chandelier on the ceiling lit her head like a halo. The world was hazy and her voice seemed distant. He tried to understand, to hear her answer to his questions, but it was like someone were dragging him away from her.

~

Coryo’s eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed with a gasp. The chandelier on the ceiling was out, leaving the room in darkness. The only light came from a peek of the moon that spilled between the curtains. The room was empty and the room was quiet.

Coryo’s heart was racing and his body was burning. A breeze chilled the sweat on the back of his neck. His eyes searched around in his room the shape of a girl, but there was none. Only his desk and a few family photos on the wall.

Coryo swallowed and shifted in bed. It was at that moment he felt something warm and sticky on his bedsheet. He lifted his duvet, and his face went sweltering hot at the sight of his cum-soaked sheets. Lucy Gray had come into his dreams and left a mess in the real world.

Of course she did, his mind whispered. A girl like her can’t go anywhere without leaving a trace. 

Except for the woods. Except for when she wanted to leave him.

Coryo groaned and pressed his red face back into his pillow. Outside, the storm sent a strike of lightning down and thunder rumbled the walls. His world was loud but his brain was louder and not even thunder could drown it out.

Lucy Gray always found her way to him. Any time he was alone, any time it was little too quiet, he always returned to her. She was the place his mind went when it had nowhere else to go. And it would stay that way, he knew.

Where are you… 

What happened to you… 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

Skin burning and sheets soiled, Coryo drifted in and out of sleep, waiting for Lucy Gray Baird’s ghost to slip into his room again.

[wanderingmind867]

Part 4 of my Greek family tree thing. I took a break from it because it was getting kind of dull and it required a lot of wikipedia searching. But I've come back for part 4. The least I can do is discuss the first 12 Titans briefly. So here we go (note: this took me nearly two hours to write):

Gaia and Ouranos had lots of children (including the Cyclopses and the hundred-handed ones) but their most famous children were the 12 Titans. Six male, six female. In order from oldest to youngest (well, with Oceanus as eldest and Kronos as the youngest. I don't know the others) they were:

Oceanus: Oceanus seems like the most gentle of all of Gaia and Ouranos's sons. Being the oldest, perhaps Oceanus had a maturity the others didn't. Oceanus didn't participate in the attack on his father (he was the only one of the six male titans who didn't participate in the attack), and he also didn't any sides during the first titan war. Perhaps this is why there's no indication Oceanus was punished in any significant way. Unlike his brothers, I'm assuming he got amnesty for staying neutral.

Tethys: Tethys would end up as Oceanus's wife. They were both Titans of the water. According to her wikipedia page, Tethys nursed Helios and Selene for her sister Theia. Her and Oceanus may have also raised Hera while Zeus was fighting Kronos. Wikipedia mentioned something about that.

Hyperion: Titan of Light, he is responsible for most of the gods that represent the cosmos. Him and his wife Theia had three kids: Helios (the Sun), Selene (the Moon) and Eos (the Dawn). Also, Hyperion was guardian of one of the pillars that held up the sky. Him, Crius, Coius and Iapetus were the four Titans in charge of holding up the sky. Hyperion got the Eastern Pillar, making him Titan of the East.

Theia: The Titan in control of sight and vision. Theia is responsible for making precious metals like gold and silver shine the way they do. She made them precious, I suppose you could say. Her and Hyperion were clearly a good pair. Light and Vision, two things very commonly associated with each other.

Coeus: Coeus is the forgotten titan. He's almost never mentioned in the Pjo books, his wikipedia page is much smaller than his brothers, Coeus is clearly very forgettable. Maybe it's because he was one of the middle kids in the titan family. Coeus was also the guardian of the Northern Pillar of the sky, making him Titan of the North. He may have also been the Titan of Knowledge. Apollo, Artemis and Hecate are his grandkids.

Phoebe: Wife of Coeus, Phoebe is also associated with Prophecy. Before her grandson Apollo, Phoebe was the guardian of the Oracle of Delphi. She gave it away to her grandson on one of his birthdays, the same way her sister Themis had given it to her years ago.

Crius/Krios: Titan of the Stars, one of his names (Krios specifically) was supposedly also the Greek word for Ram. Crius is another one that's easily forgotten, but at least he was briefly seem in the Pjo series (that's more than what Coeus got). Crius is also the Titan of the South, holding up the southern pillar of the sky.

Mnemosyne: Titan of memory, Mnemosyne stayed neutral in the Titan war (or fought for the Olympians). We know this because Mnemosyne is also the mother of the nine muses, who were born from Mnemosyne and Zeus.

Iapetus: Titan of Mortality and Craftsmanship, Iapetus was the Titan of the West. He may be seen as humanity's oldest ancestor. To the point where his four children (prometheus, epimetheus, atlas and menoetius) were seen as embodying some of humanity's worst aspects.

Themis: Titan of Justice and Law. Themis would go on to marry Zeus and become his second wife. Fun fact: Themis is still referenced a lot today. Whenever we refer to lady justice, we're probably talking about Themis.

Rhea: Mother of the gods, Rhea plays an important role in the history of Olympus. Also, let's be honest. Rhea probably had an awful life with a husband like Kronos.

Kronos: The youngest of the Titans, Kronos was also the worst of the lot. Kronos was probably the Titan/God of time (unless you think him and Chronos are two different people). Kronos may have also been the god of the harvest. But honestly, he'll always be known for castrating his father and trying to eat his children. Oh, and probably being an abusive husband with that track record.

[nicklloydnow]

“This despair has been played out on the bodies of the disenfranchised through opioid and alcoholism addictions, gambling, mass shootings, suicides — especially among middle-aged white males — morbid obesity and the investment of our emotional and intellectual life in tawdry spectacles and the allure of magical thinking, from the absurd promises of the Christian right to the Oprah-like belief that reality is never an impediment to our desires. These are the pathologies of a deeply diseased culture, what Friedrich Nietzsche calls an aggressive despiritualized nihilism.

Donald Trump is a symptom of our diseased society. He is not its cause. He is what is vomited up out of decay. He expresses a childish yearning to be an omnipotent god. This yearning resonates with Americans who feel they have been treated like human refuse. But the impossibility of being a god, as Ernest Becker writes, leads to its dark alternative -- destroying like a god. This self-immolation is what comes next.

Kamala Harris and the Democratic Party, along with the establishment wing of the Republican Party, which allied itself with Harris, live in their own non-reality-based belief system. Harris, who was anointed by party elites and never received a single primary vote, proudly trumpeted her endorsement by Dick Cheney, a politician who left office with a 13 percent approval rating. The smug, self-righteous “moral” crusade against Trump stokes the national reality television show that has replaced journalism and politics. It reduces a social, economic and political crisis to the personality of Trump. It refuses to confront and name the corporate forces responsible for our failed democracy. It allows Democratic politicians to blithely ignore their base - 77 percent of Democrats and 62 percent of independents support an arms embargo against Israel. The open collusion with corporate oppression and refusal to heed the desires and needs of the electorate neuters the press and Trump critics. These corporate puppets stand for nothing, other than their own advancement. The lies they tell to working men and women, especially with programs such as the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA), do far more damage than any of the lies uttered by Trump.

Oswald Spengler in “The Decline of the West” predicted that, as Western democracies calcified and died, a class of “monied thugs,” people such as Trump, would replace the traditional political elites. Democracy would become a sham. Hatred would be fostered and fed to the masses to encourage them to tear themselves apart.

The American dream has become an American nightmare.

The social bonds, including jobs that gave working Americans a sense of purpose and stability, that gave them meaning and hope, have been sundered. The stagnation of tens of millions of lives, the realization that it will not be better for their children, the predatory nature of our institutions, including education, health care and prisons, have engendered, along with despair, feelings of powerlessness and humiliation. It has bred loneliness, frustration, anger and a sense of worthlessness.

“When life is not worth living, everything becomes a pretext for ridding ourselves of it … ,” Émile Durkheim writes. “There is a collective mood, as there is an individual mood, that inclines nations to sadness. … For individuals are too closely involved in the life of society for it to be sick without their being affected. Its suffering inevitably becomes theirs.”

Decayed societies, where a population is stripped of political, social and economic power, instinctively reach out for cult leaders. I watched this during the breakup of the former Yugoslavia. The cult leader promises a return to a mythical golden age and vows, as Trump does, to crush the forces embodied in demonized groups and individuals that are blamed for their misery. The more outrageous cult leaders become, the more cult leaders flout law and social conventions, the more they gain in popularity. Cult leaders are immune to the norms of established society. This is their appeal. Cult leaders seek total power. Those who follow them grant them this power in the desperate hope that the cult leaders will save them.

All cults are personality cults. Cult leaders are narcissists. They demand obsequious fawning and total obedience. They prize loyalty above competence. They wield absolute control. They do not tolerate criticism. They are deeply insecure, a trait they attempt to cover up with bombastic grandiosity. They are amoral and emotionally and physically abusive. They see those around them as objects to be manipulated for their own empowerment, enjoyment and often sadistic entertainment. All those outside the cult are branded as forces of evil, prompting an epic battle whose natural expression is violence.

We will not convince those who have surrendered their agency to a cult leader and embraced magical thinking through rational argument. We will not coerce them into submission. We will not find salvation for them or ourselves by supporting the Democratic Party. Whole segments of American society are now bent on self-immolation. They despise this world and what it has done to them. Their personal and political behavior is willfully suicidal. They seek to destroy, even if destruction leads to violence and death. They are no longer sustained by the comforting illusion of human progress, losing the only antidote to nihilism.

Pope John Paul II in 1981 issued an encyclical titled “Laborem exercens,” or “Through Work.” He attacked the idea, fundamental to capitalism, that work was merely an exchange of money for labor. Work, he wrote, should not be reduced to the commodification of human beings through wages. Workers were not impersonal instruments to be manipulated like inanimate objects to increase profit. Work was essential to human dignity and self-fulfillment. It gave us a sense of empowerment and identity. It allowed us to build a relationship with society in which we could feel we contributed to social harmony and social cohesion, a relationship in which we had purpose.

The pope castigated unemployment, underemployment, inadequate wages, automation and a lack of job security as violations of human dignity. These conditions, he wrote, were forces that negated self-esteem, personal satisfaction, responsibility and creativity. The exaltation of the machine, he warned, reduced human beings to the status of slaves. He called for full employment, a minimum wage large enough to support a family, the right of a parent to stay home with children, and jobs and a living wage for the disabled. He advocated, in order to sustain strong families, universal health insurance, pensions, accident insurance and work schedules that permitted free time and vacations. He wrote that all workers should have the right to form unions with the ability to strike.

We must invest our energy into organizing mass movements to overthrow the corporate state through sustained acts of mass civil disobedience. This includes the most powerful weapon we possess – the strike. By turning our ire on the corporate state, we name the true sources of power and abuse. We expose the absurdity of blaming our demise on demonized groups such as undocumented workers, Muslims or Blacks. We give people an alternative to a corporate-indentured Democratic Party that cannot be rehabilitated. We make possible the restoration of an open society, one that serves the common good rather than corporate profit. We must demand nothing less than full employment, guaranteed minimum incomes, universal health insurance, free education at all levels, robust protection of the natural world and an end to militarism and imperialism. We must create the possibility for a life of dignity, purpose and self-esteem. If we do not, it will ensure a Christianized fascism and ultimately, with the accelerating ecocide, our obliteration.”

[sweetbillwriting]

This is Bad Billy

Part 4 - Never Want To Say Goodbye

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård, here called Billy. He's inspired by real life Bill but also the character Clark Olofsson in the Netflix series Clark.

Setting: This story is set in the 60s L.A and a smaller town close to L.A.

Warnings: 18+, historical preferences, mental health problems, mental illness, abuse, drugs, mention about rape, racism.

The time went by and two weeks disappeared with the sunny summer weather. Two weeks of not even hearing about Billy. It was like he hadn't existed at all and I wondered if he left the ward. I had asked the other staff, even Annike but no one had answers to give. I had talked with the male caretaker who attended to Billy a few times. His name was Samuel and was in his fifties. He had gotten to know Billy the last time he was there, two years ago and Billy had taken an interest in him without trying to use him. They played poker together and while Samuel never played for money, Billy did so when Samuel won he got money without having bet any of his own. Billy took an interest in his kids and became a real friend so when Samuel found a hole in the ventilation system he helped Billy with getting some free time outside of the ward. 

Samuel hadn't heard anything about Billy either and it was obvious he was worried but one day when I sat alone on a bench in the staff's yard he came up to me with a stressed expression. He looked around to see who was around us but it was just two young caretakers and he seemed to relax. He knew people would talk if they saw us together too much, a black man in his fifties together with a young white candy striper. When we talked we didn't need an audience. 

"He is still here," he said with a low voice and sat down next to me on the bench. I filled my lungs with air and sat quietly before taking a deep breath. 

"He is in some isolation room in the basement… It seems like the regular staff aren’t the ones giving him care… But several doctors…" 

"Several doctors? Why does he need that?" 

Samuel sighed loudly and gave me a look like he wanted to call me stupid. 

"They aren't giving him health care. They're there for another reason. No one gives Billy care. He has always been here to get punished for being a free, wild soul." 

I felt stupid and nodded. I was the doctor's daughter and was shaped to believe doctors were something bigger and more glorious than other humans. I wanted to believe the doctor's were taking care of Billy even if nothing pointed at that. 

"I've got the assignment to get him ready for the hearing… I guess it means cleaning his wounds," Samuel said as he dragged his hands over his thighs in discomfort. I swallowed hard, because I understood what he meant now. The doctors had probably used him as their personal punching bag. Samuel had said before that many were jealous of Billy for being rich, famous and free. Wanted by women and successful in his field. A field they thought was bad for people. Just like my father believed. 

"When will you do that?" I asked Samuel who lit a cigarette.

"Tomorrow. I'm thinking about trying to smuggle you in so you can say goodbye to him." 

My heart pounded in my chest. I would see him again. Kiss his lips and take in his scent. But it would be to say goodbye. Who knew if we would meet again. 

"What exactly do you think will happen to him?" I asked Samuel while looking down at my white pumps. 

Samuel looked down too, maybe even at my white pumps. 

"There is an institution in north Florida… For special cases. I'm afraid they will place him there… Maybe even throw away the key." 

I couldn't breathe and for a second I wondered if I would die. We didn't say anything more because there wasn't so much more to say, not until Samuel had more information about the next day. He gave me that information at the end of my shift. He told me to come in a bit early the next day to my shift and go to the last room in the hallway without telling any of the nurses that I was there. Just sneak in through the door and go quickly to the last room. I didn't think I would be able to do it, that my nerves would betray me but as a miracle I was finally in the room, seeing Billy's broad bruised back disappear under a white shirt. His breath was strained and he moved with small slow movements. I didn't dare say anything, just watched and analyzed his sore movements and signs of abuse. His neck was full of bruises and he seemed to have a limp. He turned towards me, revealing a face that had wounds and bruises but also red marks near his temples. He smiled handsomely anyway, like he wanted to prove no one had power over him. 

"Hey Joanie…" he said with a strained voice and with a pained expression he tried to stand straight, be that man I had been with the last few weeks. I smiled sadly at him and looked at his naked torso under the unbuttoned shirt. One of his sides was completely blue and he held a hand over it. He had probably broken a rib which made it hard for him to breathe. With glossy eyes I walked closer to him and looked up at him. His eyes had a shine too and I wished I could comfort him in some way but there wasn't anything to say. He leaned down and threaded his fingers through my hair softly and gave me an innocent kiss on the lips. 

"I've given Samuel some numbers you should call. The agent's name is Bruce Anderson." 

I looked at him and didn't have any words. My career was the last thing I thought about then and there. 

"Say that you have got his number from me. Ludwig Joseph is a stylist. He can help you…" He breathed strained and closed his eyes to focus on his breathing. "And Joanie?" He said, opened his eyes and gave me a serious look. "Take the chance. Take this chance because… People will try to hold you back. People will go to great lengths to keep you away from things they don't understand…" I nodded and looked into his eyes. I didn't really know what he meant but I would take the gift he gave me. 

"You must go now," said Samuel behind me. I had forgotten that he stood watch and gave Billy a pained look. I could feel how tears wanted to spill but I held them back. He gave me a small smile and ended our short meeting with a soft kiss on my forehead.  

××× 

The male caretakers pushed Billy through the hallway. One of them was Samuel, playing along, forced to push his friend roughly. Billy was dressed in a black suit. He could have looked just as handsome as he did on his premieres but he looked tired, covered in bruises and with a limp fit for an old man. Nurses and doctors had paused their work to watch him leave the ward. Some looked with interest, other's with disgust. When he went by one of the doctors he received a hard slap over his cheek but he couldn't defend himself because of the handcuffs. I watched it all through tears and continued to look at him walking away through the window. Samuel stood next to me, just like some other staff. We watched other doctors and caretakers take their chance to hit him, people that didn't even work at the ward. One man hit Billy harshly on the side he had his broken rib and Billy stopped in pain and the man spat in his face. It was my father. My elegant, intelligent father. I couldn't even catch the feelings that flew around inside of me and instead I heard myself hyperventilating. Samuel gave me a look of understanding and I watched him carefully. I dried my tears and hoped no one would notice us talking. 

"Please be honest towards me Sam… Did my father have anything to do with this?" I whispered. Samuel looked around worriedly. 

"He told the prosecutor that Billy raped you… I'm really sorry Ms. Woods.. But I can't talk to you…" he whispered. 

I looked around but no one seemed to realize we were talking. 

"Why?" 

"I'm afraid the same thing will happen to me as well…" 

Samuel walked away and I watched his back a second but looked out the window again where Billy was shoved into a car, probably breaking another rib at the same time. The car went away, with the man I loved and left another man smirking behind. My father, pleased with himself that he had destroyed a man's life. 

××× 

July, 1968

The sheets were stuck to my body, stuck from all the sweat dripping off me. It felt like they were tangled around me and tried to trap me in their grip. It was because of the dream. The dream I've had so many times. Billy's face lifeless with his eyes drifting up. His body vibrated from a strong electrical shock, right through his nervous system. They gave him another and another until at last the strongest one caused his mouth to fall open, the bite rail falling out and I could see his tongue spasming. I woke up with a jerk and sat up in bed. The sheets didn't hold me back at all and the room was cool because of the open balcony door. But my body was drenched with sweat and my thin nightgown sat like a second skin over my wet body. I breathed heavily until I felt a calming hand on my back. 

"Are you okay?" Asked my husband who dragged his hand up and down my sticky back. I nodded, like I always did. He was used to me waking up like this from the nightmares but I had never told him what I dreamt. I didn't know how he would react if I told him my dreams were about Billy or the last time I saw my dad. He was such a happy soul and would probably not understand. And that was what I loved about him. My husband Daniel, pronounced Danielle. My French husband. 

"Are you okay?" He asked again with his french accent and tired voice. I breathed deeply and shook my head so the picture of Billy would go away. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fine." 

"Are you nervous about the trip?" He asked and sat up on his elbow to look at me. He knew how much I didn't like flying and in just a few hours we would be on a flight to L.A. I hadn't been in L.A. in several years and both the trip and being in America again made me nervous. I liked Europe. Loved it even and if it wasn't for my husband's job I wouldn't ever go back there. 

"I am. I wish…" I sighed and so did Daniel because he knew what I wished, that we could just stay there. My husband was an architect and we lived the easy life in Madrid but he had difficulty getting work and felt forced to move where he could find rich customers who wanted futuristic homes, looking like they were sets from a sci-fi movie. His houses were amazing but not for the regular man and Daniel was used to getting a big paycheck. 

"Los Angeles will be amazing. I'm sure of it. You will be able to get jobs there too?" He said, giving me the glass of water I had on my nightstand. I had been a model since I was nineteen thanks to Billy and still did some jobs when I felt like it. I didn't really need to because of Daniel but I did it when I found something fun, like that ad for a mascara that had made my eyes displayed on every bus in America. 

I smiled at him even if the feeling wasn't there. To go back to L.A. felt like a step back in progress. I didn't have anything to do there. It was a ghost town for me. 

Me and Daniel took the plane to L.A. but I missed Europe even before we had left it. I tried to think positively just like Daniel was but I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid little doctor's daughter I had been, naive and easy to fool. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was another person now with a cheeky platinum blonde bob and long fake lashes. My father would have thought I looked like a whore, maybe my mom even more so. I swallowed hard when I thought about her. She had always been happy with my dad even if I now knew what kind of a man he was. I looked at Daniel while he was reading The New York Times. Maybe Daniel wasn't the person I wanted him to be either. 

"All these wars…" Daniel sighed and looked at me. His hair was messy and he had stubble on his chin. He wasn't pretty like other men I had been with but I believed he was a good man. "Americans should just leave Vietnam. I feel with all the men who must give their life to this…" he shook his head. I nodded and thought about if I knew anyone who had lost his life there. I thought about Billy again even if I knew he wasn't there. 

"Americans do all kinds of stupid things. I worked at a psychiatric ward in my late teens and people were awful to those people." 

Daniel put the newspaper down and looked at me seriously. 

"I didn't know you did that," he said and sounded a bit impressed. He hugged my hand that was lying on my thigh and played with my wedding ring. 

"It was only for a few months…" I said and dragged my hand over the soft baby blue fabric of my mini skirt. 

"Still, that's impressive. But they aren't better in France towards mentally ill people but it has become better. They have even let many out because they didn't have a real reason to have them there. Maybe that has happened in the USA too?" 

I turned to him quickly and the eagerness to know more probably made me look angry because Daniel gave me a weird look. 

"You think so?" 

"I think the chance is big, the knowledge about the brain seems to become better every day…" said Daniel with a dreamy voice. 

I wanted to be able to not take his words out of proportion but I couldn't help but wonder what had happened with Billy. I had felt such an awful bad conscience about what had happened to him and knew the only way for me to get it out of my system was to see him happy and free. I’ve had nightmares and anxiety about it all since the day I saw him taken away from the ward and had wondered what had happened to him while I made my life a European dream. Everything was thanks to him while he may even be dead. Killed by an overdose or abuse. I felt the nausea grow and when I puked in my own hands Daniel combed back my hair, believing my nausea was the flight's fault. 

××× 

I had put on a big white hat to accompany my black and white A-line dress. I wanted to look extra stylish, both because I was in L.A. but also because of the person I would meet. I even had a Chanel bag, a gift from Daniel when we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. It was small and black and I usually just carried it when we had a really fancy party to go to but today it was important to really look chic because I would meet Ludwig Joseph. He was a known stylist that had helped me in the beginning of my career thanks to Billy. I knew he would be more open to help me if I looked amazing, like the person he wanted to be around. 

Ludwig Joseph walked up to me at the restaurant dressed from top to toe in white. His hair was longer and he looked almost sexy in his new mustache. 

"Joanzie!" He said, calling me the name I tried to be called as a model. I never really succeeded in getting a nickname. 

"Hey, Ludwig," I said and stood up from my chair in the sun to give him a hug. "You look so good!" I said to flatter him and he gave me a smirk that told me it had worked. 

"You're smart to wear a hat, I don't understand the trend that women should be tanned! They look like old hags, all of them!" 

"The sun kissed style isn't really that trendy in Paris, where I found most of my inspiration," I said and tried to sound just as snobbish as he was. Ludwig looked at me with a stiff smile, maybe he was a bit jealous. 

"So how can I help you Joanzie?" He ordered us two glasses of chardonnay when we had sat down and I could feel by his mannerism that he hoped our meeting would be short. "Is it a modeling job? I'm sorry honey but here, you're too old…" 

"No, no…" I sighed and looked down at my white pumps and thought back to a time I wore white pumps but with a more pointed toe. "I wonder if you know anything about Billy?" I looked up at him with pleading eyes and he looked at me with a snarl. 

"You know I loved Billy. So brooding, quiet and tall. Everything a man should be but… The whole mental institution feels a bit… Last season? He would have felt much more in style if he was in a cult or something. Have you heard of them? The ones who have orgies all the time?" 

I looked at him in perplexed while he bit his thumb nail. 

"I'm joking honey! God, Europe made you lose all your humor." He took a big gulp of his wine and looked at me tiredly. "But I don't know anything about Billy. Sorry to say, but personally I think he is dead. It would be so sad because I did really like him but those places…" Ludwig looked down at his hands and looked sad for real. He swallowed hard and I could see his hands tremble. 

"I had some friends that were placed and died at such places just for being in love." 

××× 

Ludwig gave me another name. A name I never heard of. Landon, a close friend to Billy. He was an actor but from my life in Madrid I had missed him completely. He had even worked with Billy before he was placed in psychiatric care but I must have been so mesmerized by Billy that I missed Landon. 

We met at a park that hadn't existed when I lived in Los Angeles and when I realized who Landon was I became a bit embarrassed. He sat on his suede jacket in the grass puffing a cigarette with long hair and shaggy beard. He was a hippie. I really wanted to be that relaxed, a person who could hang out with anyone but I couldn't understand hippies. Or love people. Free people. Whatever they wanted to call themselves. I took a deep breath and walked up to Landon in the grass even if I had a new pair of Mary Jane's on. The grass was dry and I knew I wouldn't sit down in it in my short chiffon dress and bare legs. Landon smirked at me when I came walking carefully with my leather bag swaying in my hand. 

"So you had a thing with Billy?" Landon said and smirked as he dusted away some tobacco from his jeans. I looked down at him and crossed my arms. 

"Yes." 

Landon nodded a little amused. 

"You're all fancy and shit." 

I cleared my throat and looked at some people walking by. They probably believed I was giving the hobo some money. 

"Can you just say if you know anything about Billy?" 

"You mean Bill? You know that's his name."

I didn't know that. I was sure his full name was William but didn't say anything, why would I confess that to this dirty guy? 

"He's in New York," Landon said, scratching his jaw.

I looked down at Landon with an hopeful expression and my heart started to beat fast. Landon shook his head and realized what I believed. 

"He's in a ward there. A rough place but they let him do much more. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been inside of all the nurses' panties," he said to tease me and I gave him an angry look. 

"I actually just want to help him. I'm married." I said with my nose high. 

"Fancy." He took a drag of his cigarette and I stood and looked at him for a moment. He was irritating but in some way I wasn't surprised Billy was friends with him. He was also a free soul, maybe he even would be a hippie if he was out. Landon looked back at me and then smiled.

"I'm happy someone cares for my boy." 

I smiled a little and dragged with my toe in the yellow grass. 

"I'm happy he has you. That he is your boy. Hopefully I can arrange it so you will have your boy by your side again," I said with a friendly smile. Landon lit up and gave me a broad smile. 

"Really? Really? That would be… So groovy!" 

× 

[blck-drgn]

In the group, I posted facts about twins on April 28, but forgot here.

Ray and Piper are the first children of the First Dragon and, concurrently, the King of Akurdalar, the North.

It just so happened that the king did not want to marry and spread his genes for quite some time. Eivingard always had enough of the fact that he could create a new kind of dragon from any material or continue someone's subspecies. But in the course of one event, he married and the first native children were twins. They were born when the entire North was inhabited by old pagans, that is, the entire population worshiped all existing Gods, made amulets and observed all traditions. If you look at Ray's belt, you can see two threads on which beads, pearls, shells and fangs hang. These decorations are nothing more than charms that Piper herself wove for him. A similar situation with Piper's belt, two long strands with stones and beads on them is also a charm that Ray made with Leon, Pai's husband. At birth, their father gave them the names Liman and Cassandra, both names meaning "Shine". And the royal surname of Eivingard, Eider'Ragon, became his native surname.

The difference between the birth of Ray and Piper is only 15 minutes, but Ray often made fun of his sister that he was older, he was smarter. Although he gets a scolding from his sister later for such jokes. But no matter how they play tricks on each other or fight, they are strongly attached to each other and very often they can be seen with intertwined tails or holding hands.

Of all the 19 children of the king, they are the only twins. The rest were born one by one or twins. In the human world, there is such a term as "royal twins". People who got to Taytjer often call them that way, because the term means that the family was born of opposite gender twins. The term used to be used in royal families, as the throne has always passed through the male line. If boys were born, then this led to inevitable quarrels and skirmishes for the right to the throne, and if girls, then there was no one to transfer it to. This is the main reason why the common name for such twins is "Royal Twins".

Many Ancient Crystal Dragons have a connection with each other through the mere stones in their chests or other parts of their bodies. However, only these two have a better connection between themselves and not only due to the crystal connection. An example is an emotional connection. One immediately feels the mood of the second, no matter how he tries to pretend that everything is fine. In the same way, they can feel each other's pain. As seen in their references, both Piper and Ray have their limbs torn off and replaced with crystal sprouts. When Ray's hand and fingers were torn off, Piper perfectly felt this pain, as did Ray himself, when a stone was pulled out on her chest. Unlike his sister, his father tore off Ray's left arm and the ring and index fingers of his right arm when Pie was missing all four limbs.

When Pai was scared or she was very sad, she often took her brother by the forearm, and intertwined her fingers with his other hand. Even as an adult, this habit has not gone away from her, and she is so attached to Ray and in a good mood.

Three deep scars can be seen on Ray's face. Two at the chin and one above the left eyebrow. If he received scars on his chin during fights, then on his forehead he received from his twin. When Piper was on the verge of hysteria and anger for her dead son, Ray tried to calm her down, but due to a strong overabundance of emotions, she injured him with her claws. Subsequently, at every opportunity, she kisses her brother on that scar, often pursing the tips of her ears from this.

People who arrived in Taytjer said that many of the ancient crystal dragons looked like bears due to their white hair, resistance to cold, and, most prominently, their nose. They shared earthly names with them, and after that meeting, Pai calls Ray Keruk, and he calls her Ursa, both names mean "bear". Also, because of their habitat and the sheen of their skin, dragons of their kind are often referred to as snowdrops.

Ray's frequent phrase when Piper makes him hysterical "Even vakgrilavs and turotso are much more obedient than you!". (Turotso and Vakgrilav are northern, wild creatures. Turotso is a bear-wolf (prototype: a bear-dog from Korra's avatar), vakgrilav - a huge wolf with snow-white fur and a skull for a head.)

Many dragons can purr or make similar sounds. When twins hug, they always purr to each other. Especially, this was clearly seen in childhood, when they pressed against each other and wrapped their tails around each other, then both began to purr.

Ray can't control his purring and Piper takes advantage of this when even as an adult she can start scratching his neck or jaw. Ray immediately begins to purr, although he tries to resist.

They have very long and strong tongues. When they see each other, Pie can lick his brother on the tip of his nose. In particular, she often does this to Leon.

Despite Ray's rather ardent disposition, only Piper can calm him down. With his sister, he has always been spiritually and crystal connected, they grew up together and know each other very well, so her presence and her calming actions have a positive effect on him. That's all I can tell about them for now. If there are any questions, I'll be happy to answer!

[original-culture]

Dragon Flower Sutra of Heavenly Store

Chapter 4

Part 1

FIVE ELEMENTS YELLOW SKIN, WHITE SKIN, BLACK SKIN, INDIGO SKIN, RED SKIN

Living together from childhood to adulthood has gone through ten thousand years, so many memories, the brotherhood is so intense, the sense of compatriotism is so deep, one hundred brothers are always attached to each other. each other, like hands and feet, like trees and forests, always relying on each other to survive, to resist many enemies, one hundred brothers thought that we would live together forever, protecting each other. never apart. But not everything changes according to human perception.

1 Civilized human life is not only a life of food and clothing, but also a life of ethics and culture, but also has a name and age with hidden meanings, a place and a place and a status. society. The way of addressing people, instead of the old, outdated and uncultured way of addressing each other, in the early stages of people addressing each other, was by expressing something after a long time, humanity evolved to a new stage. At a higher level, words are used to call people, but they are just common names without meaning. The yellow-skinned brother Hoang Long said, when our parents gave birth to us, we were brothers of the five elements, five different energies of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, each other being born together, opposing each other, and often quarreling with each other. sell each other. So I was scolded by Heavenly Father and told me not to do that again in the future. Today, our brothers and sisters live a cultured lifestyle, so Hoang Long I propose to abandon the old names, tree names, grass names, which not only have no cultural meaning, but are also backward and poor culture. but changed the name according to Origin according to our Dragon and Fairy lineage, male Dragon, female Fairy.

The 2 Yellow-skinned brothers kept talking and presenting. The Yellow-skinned brother said that the White-skinned brother belongs to the Metal element, the owner of the Metal element in the West is number 2, in the Metal element the number 1 is white, the family name is BACH. So white brothers, men are called BACH LONG, women are called BACH TIEN, the universe has ten directions, from numbers 1 to 10 in positions from one to ten. Bach Nhat Long, Bach Nhat Tien are in the 1st position. Bach Nhi Long, Bach Nhi Tien are in the 2nd position. Bach Tam Long, Bach Tam Tien are in the 3rd position. And so on until the 10th position is Bach Thap Long, Bach Thap Tien.

The 3 Yellow-skinned brothers continued to give their presentations. The Cham brother, the Wood element, the main energy element is the Wood element in the East, position number 1, for the Wood element person, the element is number 2, GREEN COLOR, THANY SURNAME. So for the indigo brothers, men are called THANH LONG, women are called THANH TIEN. Differentiation according to the universe of the ten directions, ten branches from 1 to 10, in the time of THANH NHAT LONG, THANH NHAT TIEN in 1st position. THANH NHI LONG, THANH NHI TIEN in 2nd position. THANH TAM LONG, THANH TAM TIEN in 3rd position. So up to the 10th position, it is THANH Thap LONG, THANH TAXI FIRST in the 10th position.

4 The Yellow-skinned brother continued his speech and presented, BLACK-skinned brothers, water element, water element in the NORTH, water element number 3, in people with water element number 4 BLACK COLOR, BLACK surname. So for BLACK SKIN brothers, men are called HAC LONG, women are called HAC TIEN. Differentiation according to the universe of the ten directions, ten branches from 1 to 10, at HAC NHAT LONG, HAC NHAT TIEN, 1st, HAC NHI LONG, HAC NHI TIEN, 2nd, HAC TAM LONG, HAC TAM TIEN, 3, and so on until number 10 is HAC THAP LONG, HAC TAXI FIRST, number 10.

5 The Yellow-skinned brother continued his speech, explaining that the five elements in heaven are called the five elements of heaven, the five elements in humans are called the five elements of heaven.

6 The five elements in heaven are the five elements' directions, the five elements in humans are the five elements' stability, and the human destiny is the five elements' stability. Therefore, the RED SKIN brother, the Fire element, has the fire element of the SOUTH, direction number 4, in the fire element person, the position is number 3, RED COLOR, CHINESE surname. So the Indian brothers, men are called Xich Long, women are called Xich Tien. Differentiation according to the direction of the universe, the ten directions of the universe from 1 to 10, at XICH NHAT LONG, XICH NHAT TIEN in 1st position. So up to the 10th house is XIX Thap LONG, XIX TAXI FAIRY in the 10th house.

7 The Yellow Brother continued to speak and present, according to the law of the universe, within yin there is yang, within yang there is yin, both opposing, evolving, restraining each other, mutually arising, mutually opposing. , supporting each other but also conflicting with each other, the Yellow-skinned brother in terms of reason and five elements is no different, the four skin colors are brothers, but in the direction, there is a difference, because the EARTH has no direction, but only CENTRAL position. Therefore, the YELLOW skinned brother, the Earth element, the main element of the earth element is in the CENTER, in the earth element person, the number 0, the number 5, the number 10, the central number, the perfect number, the greedy number are two. earth, square-shaped number, miniature sphere-shaped number, PERFECT number, COMPLETE COMPLETE, so you are YELLOW SKIN, EARTH ELEMENT, YELLOW COLOR, PERFECT NAME. So for yellow-skinned brothers, men are called HOAN LONG, women are called HOAN TIEN. Percentage according to the universe of the ten directions from 1 to 10, at HON NHAT LONG, HOAN NHAT TIEN 1st. HOAN NHAT LONG, HOAN NHINH TIEN 2nd. HOAN TAM LONG, HOAN TAM TIEN 3rd. And so on until the numerals. 10 is, HOAN THAT LONG, HOAN THI TIEN, number 10.

The first family of humankind is the FIVE Element family, after the five element family is the HUNDRED FAMILY FAMILY. The period of the THREE PERIOD, is the time of FIRST PERIOD, HEAVEN PERIOD, EARTH PERIOD, ANCESTORS, HEAVEN FATHER, EARTH MOTHER, THE THREE SUPREME PERSONS OF THE UNIVERSE. After the three rings is Nhon Hoan, the Nhon Hoan period is the time when 100 people of heaven live together, until they separate, for over ten thousand years, next is the time of five emperors, the time of calling themselves Emperors, calling themselves KINGS, WHITE EMPERORS, Qing Emperor, Black Emperor, Red Emperor, Emperor.

End of part 1, chapter 4

Please continue reading part 2, chapter 4

Long Hoa Thien Tang.

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Chapter 4

Part 2

THE DEPARTURE OF THE INDIGO, WHITE, BLACK, AND RED SKIN BROTHERS

1 Since the five skin colors of brothers have the same five element family, the division of gender has become more and more closely linked in love, peace, and happiness. But whatever comes will come, there is no reunion without separation, it only comes sooner or later, the universe is constantly evolving, the years are constantly rotating, from spring to summer, From summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, from winter to spring, it continues to evolve over and over again. The East belongs to the yang, also according to the law of ever-evolving evolution, lack of yang, yang, then the yang pole, when the temperature increases and the harsh drought makes Black and White brothers unable to bear the The drought lasted for more than two years, there was no rain, the climate became more and more hot, the fields were dry, the grass was burning, the trees were withering, the lakes, rivers, and streams were drying up. Life became more and more difficult every day with a hundred mouths to feed, searching for food. Where can I find food to eat to live? Especially the White and Black brothers could not stand the heat and lived in caves all day. When it was about to calm down, they came out of the caves to look for food, but the fields were dry and the grass was on fire, the trees were dry and withered, so what could they have to gather for a living? living, Black and White brothers, seeing the birds flying towards the West, immediately thought, maybe if they go to the West, Sanh can live.

2 White brothers, seeing that life is getting more and more difficult, we suggest that together with our brothers, in this difficult drought situation, there are many people but food is very scarce. Let's just divide it up, brothers and sisters. hand in hand, to find a way to live. Separation is something we brothers never want, but there is no other way, the White brothers continued, we will temporarily separate for a while and then come back to meet again, one hundred brothers. They also realized that if they did not disperse and find a way to live, it would be difficult to preserve their lives, so they all agreed with the idea, so the White and Black brothers parted with the Yellow brothers. , Indigo Skin, Red Skin, gone.

3 Everyone who saw the farewell shed emotional tears, 100 brothers and sisters hugged each other and did not want to leave each other. Because we have lived together for more than a thousand years, now we have to break up and try to ask someone without getting emotional.

Oh tears, falling all over the ground

Brotherly love, how passionate it is

The moment of separation is a bittersweet moment

Attachment, people are filled with nostalgia

So many memories, gathered in my eyes

Nghia Dong Pao, eternal beauty for thousands of years

Now parting, the dusty road is far away

Some stay, some leave

My heart is sad, how can I say it all?

Lots of love and affection for brothers.

4 Looking at the Black and White brothers, forty people, 20 men and 20 women, gradually moving away and disappearing to the west, the Yellow, Indigo, and Red brothers looked after but could not hold back their tears.

Looking at my brothers, I shed tears

Traveling long distances to find a way to make a living

The sky is deep, the road is long and winding

The swallow's wings are blurred, fog and dust fly.

Talking about the Black and White brothers, following the direction of the bird, crossing the mountains and forests, gradually returning to the West, I don't know how many days have passed, leaving behind the sultry weather, dry drought. , passing through unknown rivers, streams and ravines, in front of them is a scene of thousands of lush green forests and mountains, lush fruits, animals, birds, crowded singing and dancing day and night, streams, rivers, water flowing clear and full of vitality.

Behold the vast, deep green forest in front of you

The clear stream is full of shimmering fruits

Oh flock of birds, oh flock of beautiful animals

Full of life because this place is so beautiful

If your legs are tired, there's no better place than that

The scene loves people, and people love the scene so much.

5 The Black brothers found the climate here very suitable for them, especially the dry hills and forests, not damp, the climate was cold, but not too cold, so they immediately told the White brothers that, brothers, Black Dragon and Black Fairy, I'm not here anymore. The White brothers said goodbye to the Black brothers and continued on their way, passing countless mountains, hills, rivers and streams, until one day there was a green forest in front of them. vast interlaced rivers and creeks.

Hearing the sound of waves makes my heart flutter

Scenery of lush mountains and forests

Fun birds flying everywhere

Thousands of spring festivals lie down and listen to the stream.

So the White brothers were here, and the years went by.

6 The ancestors civilized and created a wiser universe according to certain rules of wisdom, the layers have boundaries, have clear directions, everything is in order, small follows big, big follows religion, forming a set. The mysterious machine of creation. Therefore, each race, each skin type, must follow the laws of destiny, according to the arrangement of creation, so Black and White brothers, going to the West is right according to their own destiny. , in accordance with the law of the five elements of Yin and Yang. White Brothers, belonging to the Metal element, dominate energy in the West, but metal generates water, so White Dragon White Fairy White Brothers like to live in mountains and forests near the sea, canals, rivers and lakes. Black brothers belong to the water element, Water energy creates Wood, so Black brothers like to live in hills, forests, waterfalls and streams. Thus, Black and White brothers are suitable for cold climates, but not for hot climates. White and Black brothers seek to go to the West, which is also a reasonable coincidence of the mystery of creation. God's Divine Will.

7 White-skinned brothers belong to the Metal element, and Metal can give birth to Water, so White-skinned brothers not only favor the cold climate of the West but also prefer plains, low hills, lakes, canals and canals. rivers and seas, different from our Black brothers.

8 Black brothers belong to the element of Water, and Water can give birth to Wood, so Black brothers have the idea of ​​living in dense hills and forests with humming streams. In short, Black and White brothers are suitable for the Western climate but have two different lifestyles, White brothers prefer the climate of river deltas, canals and oceans. because of Kim's baggage. But Metal gives birth to Water. As for Black people, they like climates with beautiful hills, forests, waterfalls and clear streams, because the destiny of Black people is the element of Water, and Water can give birth to Wood.

9 Talking about the East, it is the Yang direction, because it has transformed to the positive phase, it has caused a severe drought, things in life are like things in heaven, work hard and pay more, work less and pay less, things in heaven are also limited. If the drought lasts for a long time, it will rain for a long time. The hotter it is, the colder it will be. Indeed, after three years of drought without a drop of rain, the weather reverses back to drenching rain without seeing the sun. Frost appears everywhere. . Therefore, the Red Skin and Indigo brothers, especially the Red Skin brothers, felt more and more insecure and could no longer endure the cold, by telling the Yellow brothers that, the Xich brothers We, Long Xich Tien, cannot stay here anymore, perhaps we have to leave like our Black and White brothers, White Dragon and Black Dragon. As he spoke, the Indian brothers cried, causing all the brothers to cry as well. Who could see that scene without being moved and touched.

Brothers like hands and feet

Who wants to leave and separate?

Brotherhood of the People

In the same package, there is an Au Co robe.

10 The Yellow Brothers said, since our Parents returned to heaven, we have become orphans, relying on each other to survive, overcoming many difficulties, sharing hardships, sharing joys, sharing backs. Fighting hard, chasing away so many enemies, living and dying together, sharing joys and misfortunes together, more than ten thousand years have passed, so much love and kindness, so many memories, as the years pass, just like that. Every time we say goodbye, we feel heartbroken. Once we're gone, we don't know when we'll be back. Listening to the Yellow brothers tell stories, we can't hold back anymore. We all cry, waiting for the emotions to subside. , the Da Cham brothers said, we brothers have no other way but to choose separation as the appropriate solution in the current situation, no matter how attached we are, we still have to break up, heaven and earth will be with us. Everywhere is our brothers' home. So the Cham brothers went southwest, the Red Indians went northwest. The Yellow Skin brothers, looking at the Cham and Red Skin brothers, slowly disappearing behind the distant hills with infinite love.

Brothers of one origin, five flowers bloom

Wandering, East, West, all over the mountains and rivers

Fate cannot be changed

Saying goodbye is painful, tears pass.

Talking about the Da Cham brothers trying to endure the pain and going, they kept walking and walking, not knowing how long they had been walking, until they saw the vast mountains and forests. The climate here is mild and warm, the climate is extremely pleasant, so I stopped here to live.

Dai Ngan reaches far into the sky

Birds chirp and gibbons howl a peaceful song

The stream and river meandered through the clouds

Warm On Hoa blooms branches of love.

Why are the Da Cham brothers so suitable for life here? Because the Da Cham brothers belong to the Wood element, the main energy element is Eastern Wood, but the Wood element is in the 2nd house of Yin Wood, so the Da Cham brothers, although facing towards West, but cannot go deep into the West but only in the East. Furthermore, the Wood element is the gas of the mountains and forests. Wood can give birth to Fire, so it is more suitable for the mountain and forest gas in the East than the mountains and forests in the West.

Mysterious human destiny

The five elements create and build together

Humans dominate the East and West

Five continents and four seas build a fortune.

11 Talking about the Indian brothers who waded through streams and forests to overcome many mountains and hills, everywhere they felt cold air, so they kept walking and walking until one day they saw that the forest here was very warm, so they continued walking for a few more days. Arriving in the Thao Nguyen region, far away was the desert. The Indians saw that the climate here was very pleasant and stopped here to live.

Listening to horses neigh like spring entering the sand sea

The camel sounds like singing in the clouds

Flowers intermingle with leaves, this is the big festival

Butterflies and bees glide and fly together.

The Indians belong to the fire element, fire opposes water and the climate is cold, so the Indians seek tropical climates, two fires form metal, so the temperament of the Indians likes to search for minerals, and hunting, in steppes, hills, forests and deserts.

12 Talking about the Yellow-skinned brothers who belong to the Earth element, the Earth element is a quite special element. If we say that the Earth element is the earth, the earth has fire and metal in its intestines, and outside the earth's crust there is wood and earth. Water, so the Earth element is the overall element of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, the center of the Earth element is the center of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire. The Earth element is located, number 0, number 5, number 10, the Earth element is an element that includes both the East and the West, hidden in the Earth element there is Fire and Metal, showing on the surface the Earth element, Wood, and Water, because Therefore, Yellow-skinned brothers living on Earth are not only versatile, but their lifestyle is also extremely diverse, so Yellow-skinned brothers can live anywhere, West or East, hot climate or cold climate. But it is suitable that the East belongs to Yang, because the inner land always contains true fire.

Middle Ages of Yellow Skin life

Wherever you go, don't be shy about long distances

Preserving the Roots of our Fathers

Tomorrow we will reunite as a family of brothers.

In summary: Five brothers with the same skin color have the same origin, one source, the form of COMMUNITY, in the egg sac of AU CO, born in the Long Hoa mountain range, 75 million 600 thousand years ago, having gone through more than four small kalpas. The five skin colors of brothers are the five skin colors of the five elements of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. According to the arrangement of the Ancestors, one hundred children of God are scattered all over the earth to respond according to the destiny. The five elements Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.

13 Only the Yellow-skinned brothers remained, remaining in the East, preserving the Origin culture, giving birth to descendants, passing down the Fairy-Dragon race and spreading throughout Asia, living together with the Cham and Red-skinned brothers.

14 One day, twenty Yellow-skinned brothers and sisters sat together, looking at their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-grandchildren, thousands of thousands of people, everyone was happy. HOAN NHAT LONG looked at their children and grandchildren. said, the brothers who parted ways have not yet returned, it has only been twenty thousand years, I don't know the white brothers White Dragon White Tien, the Black brothers Black Dragon Hac Tien, the Cham brothers How did Thanh Long Thanh Tien, Red Skin brothers, Xich Long Xich Tien live?

On the path to discovering the secret of Origin. Ancestors and ancestors, brothers and sisters of five skin colors on the path to giving birth to children and grandchildren. Moving towards mastery of the universe. Talking about the five elements that adapt to heaven and earth, but here we only talk about the FOUR basic parts of the five elements, the five elements that adapt to the seasons of SPRING, SUMMER, AUTUMN, WINTER, are THIEN HANG, the heavens transform according to the law. cyclically, for each element that transforms the earth, spring is the WOOD ELEMENT, summer is the FIRE ELEMENT, autumn is the METAL ELEMENT, winter is the WATER ELEMENT, and the EARTH ELEMENT is created by NETWORK, WATER, and FIRE, the EARTH ELEMENT. If we say the date is the fifth, fourteenth, twenty-third. If we say the month is May, October, then the Earth element is a composite element created by the transformation of the four elements. As for the EARTH ELEMENT, Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, METAL are metals, MOC is plants, THUY is water, FIRE is fire, EARTH is earth, EARTH ELEMENT TRANSFORMS ACCORDING TO RATIONALITY, adapts according to direction, EAST, WEST, SOUTH, NORTH, CENTRAL. As for the NHON HONG, it is adapted according to color, the METAL ELEMENT is white, the WOOD ELEMENT is indigo, the WATER ELEMENT is black, the FIRE ELEMENT is red, the EARTH ELEMENT is yellow. , GEOGRAPHY.

End of part 2 chapter 4

Please continue reading part 3, chapter 4

Long Hoa Thien Tang.

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[thefunbible]

Genesis 28

01 Chuck called Jack, blessed him, and bigly-requested him, “You shall not take a lady-spouse of the daughters of Canaan. We really need to keep it in the family.

02 Arise, go to Paddan Aram, to the house of Bethuel your old lady’s spermer. Take a lady-spouse from there from the daughters of Laban, your old lady’s male-sibling.

03 May Skypal Almighty bless you, and make you fruitful, and multiply you, that you may be a company of peoples,

04 and give you the blessing of Billy, to you and to your human-spawn with you, that you may inherit the land where you travel, which Skypal gave to Billy to brutally and mercilessly colonize.”

05 Chuck sent Jack away. He went to Paddan Aram to Laban, male-spawn of Bethuel the Syrian, the male-sibling of Rebekah, Jack’s and Esau’s old lady.

06 Now Esau saw that Chuck had blessed Jack and sent him away to Paddan Aram, to take him a lady-spouse from there, and that as he blessed him he gave him a command, saying, “You shall not take a lady-spouse of the daughters of Canaan. We really need to keep it in the family;”

07 and that Jack obeyed his spermer and his old lady, and was gone to Paddan Aram.

08 Esau saw that the daughters of Canaan didn’t please Chuck, his spermer.

09 So Esau went to Ishmael, and took, in addition to the lady-spouses that he had, Mahalath the daughter of Ishmael, Billy’s male-spawn, the sister of Nebaioth, to be his lady-spouse. It seemed right and good to keep it in the family.

10 Jack went out from Beersheba after having a swig from the one tap, and went toward Haran.

11 He came to a certain place, and stayed there all night, because the sun had set, which is when the night begins if you can believe it. He took one of the stones of the place, and put it under his head, and lay down in that place to sleep.

12 He dreamed and saw a stairway set upon the pale blue dot, and its top reached to skyplace. Behold, the faeries of Skypal were ascending and descending on it.

13 Behold, The Earl stood above it, and said, “I am The Earl, the Skypal of Billy your spermer, and the Skypal of Chuck. I will give the land you lie on to you and to your human-spawn.

14 Your human-spawn will be as the dust of the pale blue dot, and you will spread abroad pathologically to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south as a contagious, lethal plague. In you and in your human-spawn, all the families of the pale blue dot will be blessed except the ones you murder, rape, and enslave.

15 Behold, I am with you, and will keep you, wherever you go, and will bring you again into this land. For I will not leave you until I have done that which I have spoken of to you.”

16 Jack awakened out of his sleep, and he said, “Surely The Earl is in this place, and I didn’t know it.”

17 He was afraid, and said, “How awesome this place is! This is none other than Skypal’s house, and this is the gate of skyplace.”

18 Jack rose up early in the morning, and took the stone that he had put under his head, and set it up for a pillar, and poured oil on its top.

19 He called the name of that place Bethel, but the name of the city was Luz at the first.

20 Jack vowed a vow, saying, “If Skypal will be with me, and will keep me in this way that I go, and will give me yum loaf to monch, and clothing to put on,

21 so that I come again to my spermer’s house in peace, and The Earl will be my Skypal,

22 then this stone, which I have set up for a pillar, will be Skypal’s house. Of all that you will give me I will surely give a tenth to you.”

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

More iPhones are sold every day than people are born.

HP Printer black ink is more expensive than human blood.

Semen contains the same amount of Vitamin C as an orange.

In 2010, the Catholic Church had an income of $97 billion.

You can get raw herring and onion ice cream in the Netherlands.

A Colombian woman once found a potato growing in her vagina.

Best friends tend to have secret code names for people they dislike.

Once you've accepted your flaws, no one can ever use them against you.

Having friends from other cultures makes you more creative, a study found.

Children inherit their intelligence from their mothers, according to scientists.

Throughout the entire ‘Twilight’ saga, there are over 24 minutes of just staring.

In Japan, only 2% of adoptions are children; 98% are adult males aged 25 to 30.

Too many people are trying to find the right person instead of being the right person.

Forcing yourself to forget something only causes the brain to think about it even more.

According to research, siblings may be more influential shapers of who we become than parents.

The human mind spends most of its time replaying memories over and over with the desire to relive them.

In 2010, McDonald's mistakenly packed and distributed 5000 Happy Meals with a condom instead of a toy.

More than 7000 Americans die each year and 1,500,000 are injured as a result of doctors’ bad handwriting.

Jack Daniels ran away from home at the age of 6 and learned to make whiskey from a Lutheran minister.

Vegetarians on average have an IQ five points higher than those who regularly eat meat, according to research.

In New Zealand slang, “an empty house is better than a bad tenant” is a phrase that can be said after farting in public.

George Clooney once purchased 14 suitcases, filled each one with $1 million in cash, and gave them out to 14 of his closest friends.

Mormons were used for medical trials of MDMA (Ecstasy) since their teetotal lifestyle meant they weren’t taking any other drugs.

In medical slang, a ‘comprehensive physician’ is a term for a proctologist because they deal with the (w)hole of the patient.

A study found that when people were asked by a stranger if they would sleep with them, 75% men said yes and every single woman said no.

Movies that are 25-year-old: ‘There’s Something About Mary’, ‘The Truman Show’, ‘Armageddon’, ‘Titanic’, ‘Saving Private Ryan’, ‘Enemy Of The State’.

Drinking white or green tea every day will minimize the environmental damage done to your skin, and minimize fine lines and wrinkles.

TV shows that are 25-years-old: ‘Will & Grace’, ‘That 70’s Show’, ‘Dawson’s Creek’, ‘Charmed’, ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’, ‘Sex And The City’, ‘The Royle Family’.

All UK ‘E’ postcodes for East London are north of the river except E98, which was moved at the request of Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp. when they relocated from Wapping to London Bridge.

If you were caught cheating at the ancient Olympics, you were fined enough to fund a statue of Zeus at the entrance to the stadium. Your name was carved at the base, forever identifying you as corrupt.

WhatsApp reached 100M users in three years, Instagram reached 100M users in two years, TikTok reached 100M users in nine months, ChatGPT reached 100M users in three months, Threads reached 100M users in one week.

Nirvana once played a show in Buenos Aires where the crowd threw mud and garbage at their all-female opening act. Kurt Cobain was so upset, they only played their lesser-known songs, and the opening riff of ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ without ever finishing it.

In 1983, Beatles legend Paul McCartney advised Michael Jackson to invest in music rights. Two years later, Jackson went and bought 251 Beatles songs for $47m. McCartney spent decades chasing it down and will get all the rights back by 2026 (worth more than $1B.)

In late 2012, Dadarao Bilhore, a 70-year-old man from Mumbai, India, was devastated by the tragic death of his son in a road accident caused by a pothole. His son was only 25 years old at the time. After his son's death, Dadarao became determined to do something to prevent other families from suffering the same loss. He started by filling in the potholes in his neighbourhood. Using sand and gravel collected from building sites and other materials, Bilhore has filled over 1,450 potholes to date.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Prologue

Please welcome our new POV, Varamyr Sixskins. He's a warg, and a piece of shit.

Also, this chapter should share a theme with the epilogue or Daenerys X, so keep that in mind.

The warg stopped beneath a tree and sniffed, his grey-brown fur dappled by shadow. A sigh of piney wind brought the man-scent to him, over fainter smells that spoke of fox and hare, seal and stag, even wolf. Those were man-smells too, the warg knew; the stink of old skins, dead and sour, near drowned beneath the stronger scents of smoke and blood and rot. Only man stripped the skins from other beasts and wore their hides and hair.

I'm only now putting together that Arya wearing the faces of the dead is like warging into people.

Bad, bad Arya! You're bad!

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Wargs have no fear of man, as wolves do. Hate and hunger coiled in his belly, and he gave a low growl, calling to his one-eyed brother, to his small sly sister. 

Bran has those too!

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The trees had grown icy teeth, snarling down from the bare brown branches. 

Do the trees have mouths?

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His one-eyed brother knocked the tooth-thrower back into a snowdrift and tore his throat out as he struggled. His sister slipped behind the other male and took him from the rear. That left the female and her pup for him.

She had a tooth too, a little one made of bone, but she dropped it when the warg's jaws closed around her leg. As she fell, she wrapped both arms around her noisy pup. Underneath her furs the female was just skin and bones, but her dugs were full of milk. The sweetest meat was on the pup. The wolf saved the choicest parts for his brother. All around the carcasses, the frozen snow turned pink and red as the pack filled its bellies.

Well, that's unfortunate.

The wolf lapped at it with his tongue, licked the ragged eyeless ruin of his nose and cheeks, then buried his muzzle in his neck and tore it open, gulping down a gobbet of sweet meat. No flesh had ever tasted half as good. - Bran I, ADWD

And,

"That's just a story," Arya blurted out before she could stop herself. "Wolves don't eat babies." - Arya II, ACOK

Yes they do.

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Leagues away, in a one-room hut of mud and straw with a thatched roof and a smoke hole and a floor of hard-packed earth, Varamyr shivered and coughed and licked his lips. His eyes were red, his lips cracked, his throat dry and parched, but the taste of blood and fat filled his mouth, even as his swollen belly cried for nourishment. A child's flesh, he thought, remembering Bump. Human meat. Had he sunk so low as to hunger after human meat? He could almost hear Haggon growling at him. "Men may eat the flesh of beasts and beasts the flesh of men, but the man who eats the flesh of man is an abomination."

Abomination. That had always been Haggon's favorite word. Abomination, abomination, abomination. To eat of human meat was abomination, to mate as wolf with wolf was abomination, and to seize the body of another man was the worst abomination of all.

Basically Bran's on a slippery slope right now.

Bad, bad Bran! You're bad!

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I was Varamyr Sixskins, who broke bread with Mance Rayder. He had named himself Varamyr when he was ten. A name fit for a lord, a name for songs, a mighty name, and fearsome. 

I'm not sure if anything is being suggested here, but I feel the need to point out that Bran's currently ten.

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One day, as they fled, a rider came galloping through the woods on a gaunt white horse, shouting that they all should make for the Milkwater, that the Weeper was gathering warriors to cross the Bridge of Skulls and take the Shadow Tower. Many followed him; more did not. Later, a dour warrior in fur and amber went from cookfire to cookfire, urging all the survivors to head north and take refuge in the valley of the Thenns. Why he thought they would be safe there when the Thenns themselves had fled the place Varamyr never learned, but hundreds followed him. Hundreds more went off with the woods witch who'd had a vision of a fleet of ships coming to carry the free folk south. "We must seek the sea," cried Mother Mole, and her followers turned east.

Trying to stay on top of where the wildlings have spread.

I know about Hardhome, but I forget what's happened to the other two groups.

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It was snowing, and Varamyr had lost his own cloaks at the Wall. His sleeping pelts and woolen smallclothes, his sheepskin boots and fur-lined gloves, his store of mead and hoarded food, the hanks of hair he took from the women he bedded, even the golden arm rings Mance had given him, all lost and left behind. 

That's kind of weird to include.

Craster had a gold ring.

Craster's sheepskin jerkin and cloak of sewn skins made a shabby contrast, but around one thick wrist was a heavy ring that had the glint of gold. He looked to be a powerful man, though well into the winter of his days now, his mane of hair grey going to white. - Jon III, ACOK

And you might remember Tormund has gold armbands that he'll give to Jon.

"Your first payment. Had those from my father and him from his. Now they're yours, you thieving black bastard."

The armbands were old gold, solid and heavy, engraved with the ancient runes of the First Men. Tormund Giantsbane had worn them as long as Jon had known him; they had seemed as much a part of him as his beard. - Jon XI, ADWD

I don't know. Don't ask me.

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Death was not so easily outrun, however. So when Varamyr came upon the dead woman in the wood, he knelt to strip the cloak from her, and never saw the boy until he burst from hiding to drive the long bone knife into his side and rip the cloak out of his clutching fingers. "His mother," Thistle told him later, after the boy had run off. "It were his mother's cloak, and when he saw you robbing her …"

"She was dead," Varamyr said, wincing as her bone needle pierced his flesh.

See, but George doesn't like it when you steal from the dead. Coins, helms, cloaks, faces . . . he doesn't approve.

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He could taste his true death in the smoke that hung acrid in the air, feel it in the heat beneath his fingers when he slipped a hand under his clothes to touch his wound. The chill was in him too, though, deep down in his bones. This time it would be cold that killed him.

His last death had been by fire. I burned. 

It's Varamyr's song of ice and fire.

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Varamyr had died nine times before. He had died once from a spear thrust, once with a bear's teeth in his throat, and once in a wash of blood as he brought forth a stillborn cub.

Pardon?

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Haggon taught me much and more. He taught me how to hunt and fish, how to butcher a carcass and bone a fish, how to find my way through the woods. And he taught me the way of the warg and the secrets of the skinchanger, though my gift was stronger than his own.

Bran and Bloodraven.

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Before Mance, Varamyr Sixskins had been a lord of sorts. He lived alone in a hall of moss and mud and hewn logs that had once been Haggon's, attended by his beasts. A dozen villages did him homage in bread and salt and cider, offering him fruit from their orchards and vegetables from their gardens. His meat he got himself. Whenever he desired a woman he sent his shadowcat to stalk her, and whatever girl he'd cast his eye upon would follow meekly to his bed. Some came weeping, aye, but still they came. Varamyr gave them his seed, took a hank of their hair to remember them by, and sent them back. From time to time, some village hero would come with spear in hand to slay the beastling and save a sister or a lover or a daughter. Those he killed, but he never harmed the women. Some he even blessed with children. Runts. Small, puny things, like Lump, and not one with the gift.

Lump was Varamyr's given name.

This is a heinous person, and this is the worst prologue by far. Please get me out of here.

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When Varamyr pushed at it, the snow crumbled and gave way, still soft and wet. Outside, the night was white as death; pale thin clouds danced attendance on a silver moon, while a thousand stars watched coldly. He could see the humped shapes of other huts buried beneath drifts of snow, and beyond them the pale shadow of a weirwood armored in ice.

Gosh, there's a lot happening here. I don't know what to say.

Snow, danced, silver moon, a thousand stars watched, shadow, a weirwood armored in ice. . . sure.

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Far away, a wolf gave howl.

A shiver went through Varamyr. He knew that howl as well as Lump had once known his mother's voice. One Eye. He was the oldest of his three, the biggest, the fiercest. Stalker was leaner, quicker, younger, Sly more cunning, but both went in fear of One Eye. The old wolf was fearless, relentless, savage.

A wolf named One Eye? Incheresting. :)

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Varamyr had lost control of his other beasts in the agony of the eagle's death. His shadowcat had raced into the woods, whilst his snow bear turned her claws on those around her, ripping apart four men before falling to a spear. She would have slain Varamyr had he come within her reach. The bear hated him, had raged each time he wore her skin or climbed upon her back.

Warging bad.

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Dogs were the easiest beasts to bond with; they lived so close to men that they were almost human. Slipping into a dog's skin was like putting on an old boot, its leather softened by wear. As a boot was shaped to accept a foot, a dog was shaped to accept a collar, even a collar no human eye could see. Wolves were harder. A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf. "Wolves and women wed for life," Haggon often said. "You take one, that's a marriage. The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you're part of him. Both of you will change."

And not for the better.

It's odd he included women in that marrying for life business.

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Other beasts were best left alone, the hunter had declared. Cats were vain and cruel, always ready to turn on you. Elk and deer were prey; wear their skins too long, and even the bravest man became a coward. Bears, boars, badgers, weasels … Haggon did not hold with such. "Some skins you never want to wear, boy. You won't like what you'd become." Birds were the worst, to hear him tell it. "Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in the clouds and you never want to come back down again. I know skinchangers who've tried hawks, owls, ravens. Even in their own skins, they sit moony, staring up at the bloody blue."

Basically Bran's on a slippery slope right now.

And Daenerys is already too far gone.

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None of them had been as strong as Varamyr Sixskins, though, not even Haggon, tall and grim with his hands as hard as stone. The hunter died weeping after Varamyr took Greyskin from him, driving him out to claim the beast for his own. No second life for you, old man.

I doubt the name Greyskin is a coincidence. Rip Robb Stark x 2.

Varamyr killed the man who raised him, and then stole the man's second life by claiming his wolf.

While that's awful, I think a good takeaway here is that a student killed their mentor.

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Varamyr Threeskins, he'd called himself back then. Greyskin made four, though the old wolf was frail and almost toothless and soon followed Haggon into death.

Amazed he didn't make a foreskin joke.

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Varamyr could take any beast he wanted, bend them to his will, make their flesh his own. Dog or wolf, bear or badger …

Or dragon?

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His wolves were close now. He could feel them. He would leave this feeble flesh behind, become one with them, hunting the night and howling at the moon. The warg would become a true wolf. Which, though?

Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination, but Varamyr had often slipped inside her skin as she was being mounted by One Eye. He did not want to spend his new life as a bitch, though, not unless he had no other choice. Stalker might suit him better, the younger male … though One Eye was larger and fiercer, and it was One Eye who took Sly whenever she went into heat.

One Eye the wolf mounts his sister when she's in heat.

You do whatever you want with that.

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"They say you forget," Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. "When the man's flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains."

Varamyr knew the truth of that. 

In other words, Jon's not working with a lot of time.

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He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king.

King Jon foreshadowing, and a big hint he's entered into his "second life."

This is not like Beric and Lady Stoneheart.

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The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.

Varamyr is saying this, so that's how we know warging is bad.

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Varamyr could see the weirwood's red eyes staring down at him from the white trunk. The gods are weighing me. A shiver went through him.

Someone's watching.

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He had done bad things, terrible things. He had stolen, killed, raped. He had gorged on human flesh and lapped the blood of dying men as it gushed red and hot from their torn throats. He had stalked foes through the woods, fallen on them as they slept, clawed their entrails from their bellies and scattered them across the muddy earth. How sweet their meat had tasted. "That was the beast, not me," he said in a hoarse whisper.

I'm really hating that word right now.

"Your blood makes you a greenseer," said Lord Brynden. "This will help awaken your gifts and wed you to the trees."

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He ate.

It had a bitter taste, though not so bitter as acorn paste. The first spoonful was the hardest to get down. He almost retched it right back up. The second tasted better. The third was almost sweet. The rest he spooned up eagerly. Why had he thought that it was bitter? - Bran III, ADWD

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He dreamt an old dream of a hovel by the sea, three dogs whimpering, a woman's tears.

He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood. - Eddard X, AGOT

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She dreamt an old dream, of three girls in brown cloaks, a wattled crone, and a tent that smelled of death. - Cersei VIII, AFFC

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When his father found the dogs sniffing round Bump's body, he had no way of knowing which had done it, so he took his axe to all three. 

I'll save you the story. Lump warged into one of the family dogs, and killed his two-year-old brother, Bump.

So, to summarize:

Varamyr killed his brother.

Varamyr killed his mentor, then stole his second life.

Varamyr wargs into shadowcats to rape women.

Varamyr enjoys slipping into female wolves while they're mating.

Varamyr slipped into a female wolf while she was giving birth.

Varamyr enjoys eating humans.

When Varamyr dies, he plans to takeover the body and mind of his only companion, Thistle the spearwife.

Is psychopath a strong enough word here?

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Thistle had returned to him. She had him by the shoulders and was shaking him, shouting in his face. Varamyr could smell her breath and feel the warmth of it upon cheeks gone numb with cold. Now, he thought, do it now, or die.

He summoned all the strength still in him, leapt out of his own skin, and forced himself inside her.

Thistle arched her back and screamed.

Abomination. Was that her, or him, or Haggon? He never knew. His old flesh fell back into the snowdrift as her fingers loosened. The spearwife twisted violently, shrieking. His shadowcat used to fight him wildly, and the snow bear had gone half-mad for a time, snapping at trees and rocks and empty air, but this was worse. "Get out, get out!" he heard her own mouth shouting. Her body staggered, fell, and rose again, her hands flailed, her legs jerked this way and that in some grotesque dance as his spirit and her own fought for the flesh. She sucked down a mouthful of the frigid air, and Varamyr had half a heartbeat to glory in the taste of it and the strength of this young body before her teeth snapped together and filled his mouth with blood. She raised her hands to his face. He tried to push them down again, but the hands would not obey, and she was clawing at his eyes. Abomination, he remembered, drowning in blood and pain and madness. When he tried to scream, she spat their tongue out.

People have theorized that Robb warged into Catelyn, because she did something similar.

Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips. - Catelyn VII, ASOS

Those people are wrong, and weird.

He warged into Greywind, and then died again. That's tragic enough I think.

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Abomination. Was that her, or him, or Haggon? He never knew. 

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When he claimed the eagle that had been Orell's, he could feel the other skinchanger raging at his presence. Orell had been slain by the turncloak crow Jon Snow, and his hate for his killer had been so strong that Varamyr found himself hating the beastling boy as well. 

The text seems to be implying that after Varamyr took Haggon's wolf and Orell's eagle, both men imprinted on him?

Probably should remember that when it comes to Hodor and Bran.

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The white world turned and fell away. For a moment it was as if he were inside the weirwood, gazing out through carved red eyes as a dying man twitched feebly on the ground and a madwoman danced blind and bloody underneath the moon, weeping red tears and ripping at her clothes. Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that's in it, he thought, exulting. 

What the hell? Is he logging into weirwood.net?

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A hundred ravens took to the air, cawing as they felt him pass. A great elk trumpeted, unsettling the children clinging to his back. A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. 

Hey Bran.

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That was his last thought as a man.

True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. 

"Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … - Jon XIII, ADWD

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Then he found himself rushing over moonlit snows with his packmates close behind him. Half the world was dark. One Eye, he knew. He bayed, and Sly and Stalker gave echo.

Varamyr dies, and is reborn as One Eye. How fun!

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When they reached the crest the wolves paused.

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The things below moved, but did not live. One by one, they raised their heads toward the three wolves on the hill. The last to look was the thing that had been Thistle. She wore wool and fur and leather, and over that she wore a coat of hoarfrost that crackled when she moved and glistened in the moonlight. Pale pink icicles hung from her fingertips, ten long knives of frozen blood. And in the pits where her eyes had been, a pale blue light was flickering, lending her coarse features an eerie beauty they had never known in life.

She sees me.

The wights. . . they die, and they know things.

Final thoughts:

It took me three days to read this chapter. I'm not exaggerating.

I'm a little concerned.

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[doc-avalon]

The Horned God

From Pashupati to Cernunnos to Pachacamac

NAME: Horned God: some of whose names are Cernunnos, Pashupati, Pan, Puck, Pachacamac, Lord of the Winter, Hu Gadarn, and Belatucadros, among who knows how many others.

SYMBOLS: Horns ether set like Pan or Puck, or antlers like Cernunnos or Pashupati. For Pan, the syrinx or reed pipes. Cernunnos the Torc (female symbol) & Ram-headed snake (male symbol.)

USUAL IMAGE: A well-formed human male figure whose head bears antlers, or in the case of Pan, fixed horns and the legs of a goat.

HOLY BOOKS: N/A

HOLY DAYS: The Winter Solstice (his birth), Spring (his marriage), Summer Solstice (his death). Though this does differ from other versions and traditions

PLACE OF WORSHIP: The Wild.

RELATIVES: The Goddess.

DETAILS: Referring to the Horned God in the singular is perhaps a silly thing to do. Many male deities have as one of their aspects the possession of horns.

They can be found worldwide under dozens, if not hundreds, of names. Though all are separate entities from different and diverse people, there is, I think, enough in common to look at them as a whole. Some of these Horned Gods are:

Pashupati: This was the deer-horned god and Lord of the Animals of Northern India some 6000 years ago in what is now Pakistan. Little is known about the civilization that gave rise to the city of Magenjo Daro, and even less about the God of the region other than some images found in the area.

Pan: Here, we find not an antlered god but one with permanently fixed horns. Son of Hermes and Penelope (at least in some of the myths), Pan was never really much like the other Greek deities. The god of flocks, woods, shepherds, and the sources of the unreasoning fear that overtakes some people when confronted with the Wild that was given his name and called panic.

He would, in later years, be turned, in part, into the Christian god Satan, a character whom at no point in the Bible is ever described as being horned. Poor Pan, for once being the kidnapped one here, had this role fostered on him by monks familiar not with the panic of the wildwoods but with a different fear, that of the seriously and unhealthy sexually repressed.

Cernunnos: While many today think of this God as THE Horned God, that may be a misnomer, as it is doubtful that there was ever a group of people who referred to him by this name.

Cernunnos, by whatever names he was called, was the antlered God of the people now known as France. And there was, by no means, only one Horned God in the area! His image has also been found as far away as Denmark.

Cernunnos, which comes from the Latin horn, is the God who stands at the gateway of life and death and alternates with the Goddess in ruling over life and death. Seen as the God of fertility, life, animal wealth, and the Underworld, he is continually born and dies returning year after year.

Puck & Others: In the British Isles, home of the Druid’s horned Hu Gadarn and the horned warrior god Belatucadros the Shining One, the Horned God eventually came to be known as Puck or Robin Goodfellow, as well as the legend of Herne the Hunter and the Green Man.

No longer a god but not a being that could be gotten rid of ether. An echo of the Horned God is also perhaps found in the Arthurian legends in the figure of the Green Knight and in Caer Bannuac or Castle of Carbonek, the “Horned Castle” that was found to be the abode of the Holy Grail.

Pachacamac: However, it is not only in Asia and Europe that the Horned God is found. In Pre-Colombian Peru, we see the horned son of the Sun Pachacamac, the God of life and death. He is the deity of light, and volcanic fires and, like his far removed brothers, was said to stand at the gateway between life and death.

Further North in the land that would one day be the American Southeast, the Indians have tales, not of a horned God but a tremendous horned snake. Large enough to swallow a human whole, they also possess deer antlers and sometimes a great gem with healing properties that was lodged between these antlers.

Modern: There are still new versions of the Horned God today, such as Philip Jose Farmer’s John Stagg in the novel Flesh or the Forrest King in Princess Mononoke. As in the past examples, to name only a few.

These are only a few of the Horned Gods that are found worldwide. A personification of early man’s reverence, fear, or perhaps envy of the far mightier beasts that were a part of his daily life? Or maybe a powerful part of our Universal Unconscious that has come through in many different forms and is still being expressed anew is still as powerful as it ever was.

Wrote this years ago as something called the God/dess of the Month Club (pre-internet) and thought it was long past time I fixed it up.

[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 11

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

You got out of the shower and Billy was still in bed, probably stretching his morning as long as he could before facing his family downstairs.

"Can I go read outside this morning?" You asked, crawling back naked on top of him. You straddled his lap and bent down to kiss his chest. He hummed softly, his hands smoothing up your back as he thought about it. He'd only just started trusting you enough to go outside back home so this was a bit of a stretch. You could make a run for it and he knew if he had to punish you, he wouldn't be able to do it here. Frank wouldn't let it fly. His fingers stroked your skin as he really thought about it before settling on just saying yes. It would be another test. And just because he couldn't punish you here didn't mean he wouldn't drag you home to do it. You'd been acting like you'd grown attached to him lately and he wanted to test how strong that bond was, to see just how much he could trust you. And he'd keep an ear out for you. He'd know if you tried anything. 

"Alright. But remember the rules and what happens if you break 'em," he murmured vaguely, knowing you'd know just what he meant. 

"Mmhmm, I won't leave. I just wanna go on the porch to read," you said, giving him another quick kiss before getting dressed.

You were sitting outside enjoying your morning coffee, alone, listening to the birds in the trees. You had brought your books outside with you to pass the time. You also wanted to see if you could figure out the names of the birds looking down at you curiously, perched on the long tree's branches. You had it open on the North American common birds page and you looked up and down between the pages and the little guys. You were quite happy when you could put names on a few of them.

"May I join you?" A kind male voice asked from behind you. It startled you and you almost dropped the book on the ground. You gripped the book tightly and looked over your shoulder at Curtis standing a polite distance away from you with his own cup of coffee.

You nodded, brushing a lock of hair behind your ears and scooted over on the bench to give him room to sit. He smiled and joined you on it, sitting a comfortable distance away. He looked over at your books, tilting his head to one side to read the titles. He curiously took the one about the human body and silently asked if he could check it out. You gave him a warm smile and nodded, taking a sip from your hot coffee.

"Billy told me you were a medic in the army," you said, closing your animal book and putting it back inside your bag.

"Correct. I was a Navy SARC. It stands for Special amphibious reconnaissance corpsman," he added before you could ask, seeing the small frown form on your face.

"We're trained as corpsmen to heal serious war injuries on fellow soldiers or civilians." He added with a smile, turning pages of the book he had borrowed from you.

"So it's like...like an emergency room at the hospital but more intense?" You proposed, trying to find what his work could resemble with something you already knew.

"Something like that yes," he said with a chuckle, liking how you made the connection between the two. He looked at the book you borrowed from the library and wondered what brought up your curiosity to get it.

"Does healthcare interest you?" He asked, tapping the book with a finger.

You blushed and looked away sheepishly, you felt a bit uncomfortable saying to a medic you didn't know much about anything.

"I didn't-," you started with but shook your head and tried again.

"I wasn't able to finish school and uh...I was telling Billy about it the other day. About how I'd like to know stuff too like he does, you know?" You said looking up at Curtis who gave you an encouraging smile and nodded.

"Then he suggested we could go get books at the library so I could learn about subjects I'm curious about and all. I figured it'd be interesting to dig deeper into my own body first," you said with a small shrug. 

Curtis grinned and took a long sip of his coffee. The mention of Billy's little act of kindness didn't go unnoticed by Curtis and he smiled at himself knowing that deep down, the good old Billy Russo he used to know was still in there. Of course Billy would have understood how she was feeling, having lived his own difficult childhood. Curtis wasn't a fan of the whole human slave thing going on and for very obvious reasons, Billy knew that. But maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing she ended up with Billy and not another vicious monster.

You opened your mouth to ask him something a few times but you weren't sure. It wasn't something you've found in the book and it had been on your mind for a while. You looked at Curtis and wondered if he'd know. He felt your gaze on him and he looked at you wondering what was on your mind. You seemed like you wanted to ask him something but your eyes kept darting to the patio door. He frowned slightly wondering what could be so important that you wondered if Billy would mind you asking. It set a seed of dread inside his stomach that he didn't like at all.

"Do you know how, uh, how you can find someone's age, if that person...didn't know?" You asked quietly. It was something Billy knew you didn't know and sometimes you wondered if you could find out.

Curtis exhaled a relieved breath hearing your question. It was still jarring but he was glad it wasn't anything worse really. He had heard about blood tests that could find a person's age with a 3 or 4 years accuracy.

Billy appeared at the door then, his cup of half drank coffee in one hand with another fresh one in his other hand.

"Mornin', Curt," he murmured, moving outside more. He handed you the cup of freshly brewed coffee with a small smile, exactly how you liked it, before he moved to stand opposite you, leaning back on the porch railing. You'd been so good, no running off. It was starting to make him trust you little by little although he still wasn't 100%. Maybe soon he'd be able to start going back to work.

"Good morning, Bill," Curtis said, raising his cup in greeting and taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Y/N was showing me the book she got at the library," he said to Billy with a small smirk. He was just teasing his old friend but Curtis was genuinely proud of Bill for doing this. Billy rolled his eyes and his shoulder at the look on his friend's face but it was welcome compared to Frank's looks. 

"He told me he was a...a SARC in the army and I wondered if he'd be able to find my real age," you said to Billy, taking a long sip of your freshly brewed cup.

"If you want," you added quickly with a shy smile. Billy looked at Curtis and raised his brow curiously.

"That somethin' you could do?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested. He didn't know shit about science like that, he had thought it wouldn't be possible. There was no harm in you finding out. As much as you made the perfect pet since you'd had your identity taken from you from a young age, part of him felt sorry for you for the same reason. He didn't give out pity often but he chalked it up to you being so good lately and meeting all of his needs. That was the only reason he felt anything when it came to you.

"I don't have the right medical supplies to do it here at home but yes, I believe I could make a few calls and do it." He said to Billy and chuckled at your excitement. He wasn't exactly done explaining how he'd need a sample of her blood for this and he wasn't sure how Billy would react to the news. You seemed so excited about it, it'd be heartbreaking to take it away from you now.

"Alright, lemme know if you need anythin'. Cash or… whatever," Billy muttered as he waved a hand vaguely, sipping on his coffee. He presumed this kind of thing wouldn't come cheap but it wasn't like he didn't have an overabundance of money.

Curtis was about to say something else but Frank appeared in the doorway. Billy felt his whole body tense right up and he stood up straighter as his dark eyes pinned him in place.

"Should have known you'd be out here with her. Can't give her a moment's peace, right? Surprised you don't have her chained to the bed," Frank bit out hotly as he glared at Billy. Billy's top lip curled, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat at the attitude. He really hoped Frank wouldn't be such an asshole today but clearly he'd been asking for too much.

You yanked your book out of Curtis hands and put it back in your bag with a little too much force. You glared at Frank while taking your bag and walked off the porch away from him. You wouldn't go far, you just wanted as much distance as your chain would allow you to. You walked to the edge of the grounds and flopped back down to sit on the cold grass, not giving a shit about getting your leggings wet.

Billy opened his mouth but shut it again quickly. He really couldn't be bothered having a fight with Frank this early in the morning. He hadn't even finished his goddamn coffee. He shook his head, snorting mirthlessly as he followed after you. He plucked a pink flower off a bush as he went before he went and settled next to you on the floor. He held it out to you, eyeing you carefully. Your anger at Frank amused him. You didn't seem to understand that Frank wasn't pissed at you or because of you in the way you thought. He was pissed because he didn't like you being a human pet. Didn't agree with Billy owning you. But you'd taken it all wrong and Billy enjoyed it. Enjoyed how you were mad and got defensive of him. He was playing into it, being overly sweet to you so you'd feel even more sorry for him. While he knew he wasn't a good guy, he honestly didn't think he deserved to be treated this way by his own brother.

You took the pretty flower in your hand and gave him a warm smile. You looked at it and twirled it by the stem with your fingers.

"I was able to identify four different birds this morning," you stated out loud if it'd interest him.

His lips tugged up as he leaned closer to you, his arm brushing yours.

"Yeah? Why don't you show me which ones?" He asked, glancing to the book. You smiled and put the flower in your hair before opening the book and scooting closer to him.

*****

"Frank, may I have a word with you?" Curtis asked Frank, looking at Billy walking away. Frank heaved a sigh as he moved over to sit next to him. He was listening to the conversation between Billy and his pet. It confused him and he didn't like it. Didn't like that Billy was keeping what was essentially a human slave at all. Didn't like that his brother didn't seem to understand why it was wrong.

"What's up?" Frank asked gruffly, glancing to the side at Curtis.

Curtis exhaled loudly and shook his head. He didn’t know where to start so he decided to just dive right into it.

“I know you’re upset with Billy, about the whole human pet slave shit going on. And I’m not saying I approve of this,” Curtis said raising a hand to stop Frank from cutting him off,

“I don’t approve of this and you know it. But I believe your attitude and the shit you’ve said since their arrival is hurting the wrong person here,” he added while taking a sip of coffee, wishing he took it the Irish way this morning.

Frank blew out a breath, running his hands over his short hair restlessly. He knew Curtis was right. He'd heard your words at dinner last night, wondering why he was being mean to you. He wasn't being mean to you though, his issue was with Billy. The Billy here now wasn't the same one he knew and loved. And while he wasn't lost completely and he knew there was still some Billy there, he was much more savage and sadistic. Frank had witnessed Billy killing innocent people for sport and that's when the fractures in their friendship started. Ever since Maria and the kids were killed, Billy turned cold. Instead of it making him want to be better, more humane, it turned him the opposite way and Frank hated it. Just because they were vampires didn't mean they had to be cruel. Frank refused to let his condition rule him. He might not technically be human anymore but he still had his humanity. Something Billy seemed to have lost when his family died. He knew how cruel he could be and he dreaded to think of the shit he was subjecting you to. It hurt him to think these things about his own brother but he knew just what Billy was capable of now. He was hurt and angry at the world for what he'd lost and he'd decided to lean into his savage and animalistic nature to fill the void. 

“I’m just saying that her reality might be different from ours, from yours. That so far the shitshow you’ve been pulling out of anger at Billy, for her it could mean that you don’t want her around, that you hate her for being Billy's pet, that she's unwanted and unwelcome here,” he said, hanging his head down and shaking it. He didn’t like this situation either but the poor girl wasn’t to blame and definitively didn’t deserve to feel unwanted, especially here.

“And I’m pretty sure it’s not how you’d want her to feel,” he said last, staying quiet to let Frank think it through.

"It's not," Frank muttered, shaking his head as he looked over to where you and Billy were sitting together. 

"I'll try and talk to her or somethin'. Let her know I'm not upset with her. If he lets me," he rolled his eyes just knowing Billy would be awkward about it. He was worried how far Billy had taken this with you. Were you being compelled all of the time? You'd said you weren't food but Frank didn't believe that for a second. Billy loved blood as much as sex and it was even better if he could mix them together. Why else would he have a pretty girl like you as a pet? He knew sex was involved because he'd heard you both the night before. Everyone had. The idea of Billy compelling you to have sex with him and feeding off you made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Good,” Curtis said, gripping Frank’s shoulder in a brotherly manner before leaving him to his thoughts and hoping to fuck dinner would go better tonight.

*****

“Salad,check. Veggies, check. Potatoes...almost done,” you mumbled, pointing and looking around the kitchen and making sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Billy snorted as he watched you as he checked on the potatoes. 

“You sure they won’t mind the steaks being cooked rare, right?” you asked once again, taking the uncooked steaks out of the fridge to prepare last. Billy obviously took his blue rare and bloody, you always said he took his warmed up and not cooked.

"Nah, it's how they like 'em," he shrugged vaguely. He couldn't exactly tell you why that was so that was all he'd tell you. It wasn't like humans didn't like rare steaks so it wasn't completely weird. He'd enjoyed cooking with you and he was glad he'd told Karen he'd do the dinner that night. It was how it used to be. Billy would cook sometimes when he was over since he was so good at it and he liked doing it. You were also a pretty good cook. You'd picked it up well when he'd taught you and you never got under his feet or pissed him off in the kitchen. Not like the time he tried to cook with Micro's help. He'd never do that shit again.

You looked up hearing someone enter the kitchen and froze seeing it was Frank. You cleared your throat nervously and busied yourself with finishing up preparing dinner.

"Oh great, it's you," Billy drawled dryly, not even looking at him.

"I uh… I just wanted to talk to Y/N… alone," Frank replied, sounding tense. Billy looked at him then, eyes narrowed to slits. He couldn't deny he was curious about what the fuck Frank wanted with you. He was hardly a threat to your safety so he wasn't worried about that. Billy turned his eyes to you then looking like he was unsure.

"It'll just take a minute," Frank bit out, seeming to have a hard time looking at Billy. You nodded to Billy and handed him the bowl of salad to take to the dinner table in the next room.

Billy rolled his shoulder as he shot Frank a glare.

"Fine. But imma be right out there," he started with a glower, stepping closer to Frank.

"And don't forget I can hear every fuckin' thing that comes outta your mouth," he sneered, purposely bumping into his shoulder as he stomped out of the room, keeping an ear out in case he needed to rush back in and stop whatever was about to take place. 

Frank sighed once he left and looked at you sheepishly.

"I know I ain't really been… the nicest person and I know you think I don't like you or some shit. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. My issue ain't with you. It's with Billy and it's been… it's been this way before you came along. But I want you to know that you are welcome here and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he muttered wearily.

You stared at him blinking dumbly, his words taking you off guard. It definitely wasn’t what you were expecting but it was nice to hear him say this. He clearly made you feel unwelcome and shitty since you stepped on his front porch with Billy. You sighed and looked up at him, he seemed sincere.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.  Frank nodded, standing there awkwardly for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something else but promptly shut it. Billy was listening and he knew what he wanted to say would start more drama. He couldn't apologise to you and then cause more bullshit because you'd get upset again. He remembered Curtis' words, how you had a different reality. He dreaded to think what reality you had. He knew the second you said you'd come from Nevada what kind of place you'd been in. He'd heard of that place and others like it. And he doubted Billy did much to help shape your reality to be as it should be. Some of the shit you'd come out with at dinner the day before proved that.

“Billy told me a lot about you, you know. It’s just not how I pictured it, like,” you said before stopping to think about what was family to you.

“I just didn’t picture you two to hate and pick on each other like that,” you added with a little frown.

“Not that I’d know anything about it anyway,” you mumbled, taking the steaks out of their packaging.

"We don't hate each other," he said firmly, his brows furrowed deeply. He didn't know how to feel about Billy telling you about him, knowing he still cared and spoke about him like he mattered.

"It's just… it's complicated," he sighed sadly.

You nodded absentmindedly, checking the grill temperature before adding the steaks with a searing sound. You thought about what Frank said, biting the inside of your cheek in a nervous tick. You hoped dinner was gonna go smoother than yesterday or you guys were gonna need a whole lot of wine.

“Shit! Wine!” You said loudly, smacking the palm of your hand on your forehead. You totally had forgotten to get wine when you went out at the store with Billy earlier. You whirled around looking everywhere on the countertops like they would appear. The steaks would be ready in minutes and would be stone cold by the time you’d be back home.

“Hey, don’t worry about that.I’ll go get us good bottles from the cellar, right?” Frank proposed with a friendly smile. It truly was a simple thing to fix and he’s been looking for a reason to take the good stuff out. You gave him a timid smile and nodded.

“That’d be lovely, thanks,” you said, feeling a bit silly at forgetting to add it to the list earlier. Billy hadn’t mentioned it either but being what he was, you weren’t too surprised.

He swiftly left and a few seconds later Billy came into the kitchen. He'd heard the whole thing. He should have known Frank's conscience would get the better of him. While he was pleased he hadn't been shit talking him and that he might stop being an asshole, he felt a little tense about the whole thing.

You plated the food with Billy’s help and looked at the finished product proudly. It really looked and smelled delicious!

"Smells real good," he said, watching you carefully. It was rare human food actually smelt good to him these days but the very rare steaks had his mouth watering. 

“I think we make an alright team,” you said with a wink. You giggled at his face and picked up two plates to start serving. He rolled his eyes as he snorted, grabbing some of the other plates before he made his way into the other room to put them on the dining table.

Dinner went surprisingly smoothly and uneventful. You wondered if the overflowing wine had to do with any of it but you clearly enjoyed this one a lot more than the last. Billy was much more relaxed without Frank glaring at him the whole time and without the biting remarks. The conversation was easy and it almost started to feel like old times. 

“Wait. What do you mean you don't know what a carnival is?” said an offended Micro from the other couch in front of you. After dinner you all moved to the living room, with the bottles of wine, to chat and relax. Things seemed normal, natural almost between everyone. No awkwardness, just people chilling together with drinks.

“Well, I’ve never…” You looked back at Micro with a bashful smile, you really had no clue what he was talking about and it seemed to cause him great offence. You looked up at Billy for help but he seemed as amused as the others at Micro’s reaction.

"Just ignore him. He gets excited about stupid shit," Billy snorted as he sipped at his wine. 

“Oh come on! Cotton candy! Candied apples! Rides! Stupid rigged games for overpriced plushies! Nothing? No?” Micro said in a last attempt to save your honor. You giggled into your wine glass and drank more of it.

“No… But it does sound amazing. Can you go on the rides and stuff?” you asked Micro with sparkling eyes, already picturing the colorful lights, the music and the sweet smell of candies and popcorn. You were pretty sure you’ve seen it once in a movie but you had no clue they were an actual thing you could go to.

Billy glanced at you, feeling that weird dull ache in his chest that he'd had the day you'd first seen snow. He frowned, shifting in his seat as he downed the rest of his wine. Not that it would get him drunk. He had no idea what it was. If his heart was working he might worry he was having issues with it.

“Yeah! You pay the entry fair and you have access to all of them! You pay for the water guns and all the stupidly addicting rigged games, the food but it’s truly wonderful! It’s in two days too! I dunno about you guys but I sure as hell am going,” Micro said with a scoff, as if it was an option not to go. Vampire or not, he could still have fun and enjoy the little things.

“That sounds really fun. Would you take pictures for me? I’d love to see it,” you said, feeling envy settle in your chest. You took a long sip of your drink and sighed, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Billy's dark eyes drifted to you again and the ache got worse. The look of wonder you'd been wearing was nowhere to be seen now and it was replaced by a stupidly sad look instead. He should have left it alone. Pets didn't get to go to carnivals. And that's what you were, his pet. One he'd paid for to obey him. Yet his mouth opened and the words came out before he had a chance to stop them.

"You wanna go?" He asked quietly, watching you carefully.

It took a while for you to realise he was talking to you. You looked at everyone and they were all looking at you waiting for you to talk. You turned your head to Billy and replied with the dumbest answer ever.

“What, me?” you asked stunned. He couldn’t possibly ask YOU if you wanted to go to a carnival, with hundreds of other humans, where you’d be able to make a scene and run for it. Not that you wanted to these days. It had to be a horrible joke where he’d dangle it in front of you to snatch it away.

"Yeah you. You ain't ever been to one before so…" he trailed off awkwardly, uncomfortable with all the eyes on you both as his fingers tapped on his glass. He didn't even know why he'd bothered to suggest it. Why he was being so… nice. You'd been a good girl. That had to be it. Rewards were just as important as punishments to reinforce behaviour after all.

Your stunned expression slowly turned into an overexcited, unbelievably happy one. You squealed loudly and nodded quickly at him with the widest smile that ever appeared on your face. You jumped onto his lap without thinking and gave him probably the biggest hug he ever received. It caught him off guard but he wrapped his arms around you, unsure on how to react. It felt weird in front of everyone. The ache in his chest eased up and made way for something else but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.

“Thanks. I’ll be good, I promise,” you said in his ears before scooting over back to your seat, unable to stop grinning. You finished your drink and Karen reached over to pour you another one. She seemed excited and happy for you, looking up at Billy and giving him a warm smile.

***

"Whoops!" Said a very tipsy you missing a step going upstairs to your room. You giggled feeling Billy grab you and hold you the rest of the way. You wrapped your legs and arms around him and bit his neck with a playful growl. He hadn't realised how much you'd been drinking. Usually he'd let you have one glass of wine, if that, but tonight the wine had been flowing. It was kind of cute seeing you this way and he snorted as he carried you up the stairs and to your room.

You staggered a bit when he put you down and you giggled. Maybe you had a bit too much wine tonight but it felt great, like you could take on the world. He knelt in front of you to help you out of your leggings, you ran a hand in his hair and gripped it. He felt a stab of desire run through him and he glanced up at you curiously.

"You look good down there," you said boldly, licking and raking your teeth over your lower lip. A sly smirk made its way onto his face as he quirked a brow. This would be incredibly interesting.

"Is that right?" He drawled, amused and intrigued at this new behaviour.

"Mmhmm!" You replied, moving your hands to his shoulders. You half pushed him backwards, half fell on top of him on the floor groaning and rubbed your whole body on him like a cat in heat.

"Kitten wants to play," you said in a very suggestive and purring voice, trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses and bites down his neck. You've never wanted him this bad, the liquid courage coursing through your veins making you bold and needy for him.

He really hadn't expected this but he felt himself completely harden in seconds at your words and the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head to give you more access as he hummed, enjoying the feeling of it and his hands moved to your hips as he let you have your fun.

You sat up quickly pulling your dress over your head and yanked his shirt off with a wicked smirk. You leaned forward and kissed him hard, raking your nails down his chest leaving angry red scratches. He groaned, leaning into the pain as he bit down on your lower lip. You unbuckled his belt and did a quick work of his jeans, yanking them down his long legs with his boxers and quickly crawled back on top of him. You straddled his lap, hands clawing at his chest keeping you steady as you rubbed your very wet pussy over his hard cock making you moan.

He couldn't take his dark eyes off you, moaning softly at how soaked you were and how good it felt as you glided over his cock. His fingers bit into your hips as he stared up at you, really enjoying this side of you. He might have to let you drink more often if this was what happened.

"Kitten wants you," you said, making him smirk wickedly at you. This time you knew how to angle yourself to take him in without his help. He slid right in all the way to the hilt, making you gasp and hum in pleasure. His back arched, lips open as a filthy moan left them at your tight pussy taking his cock so eagerly. He'd never tire of how good you felt wrapped around him. You fucked yourself on his cock without his help and it felt glorious.

He resisted the urge to take control and fuck you senseless. He was enjoying you taking the reins, having you do all the work. You were being such a needy little whore for him and he was drinking in every second of it. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly but he didn't move you up and down as he wanted. He lay there, moaning wantonly at the pleasure you were inflicting on him. You were riding him like you'd die if you didn't and he felt his whole body set on fire. He didn't have a moment for any dirty words or cocky comments. The only sounds leaving his lips were dirty moans and lewd groans as he let the pleasure consume him.

You moaned as you moved your hips around his cock deep inside you. Your whole skin pickled with pleasure and you ran your hands over your body enjoying the feeling. He was letting you take him however you wanted and you loved it.

He was trying to take a back seat as much as possible, letting you fuck yourself on him like the needy little kitten you were, but he couldn't lay there and do nothing. One of his hands wandered up your body, taking in your soft curves as he went. He growled, fangs descending, eyes changing, as a hand wound around your throat. He didn't apply much pressure, he kept it light knowing you'd most likely freak out. But he could feel your pulse thundering under his hand, and smell how aroused you were. All of his senses were overwhelmed by you and your need for him and the beast had come out to play in response. The need to sink his teeth into your neck was overwhelming and suddenly it was like a light bulb went off in his head as an idea hit him. It was something he'd thought of before but now you were so needy and drunk, he was sure he'd finally be able to do it.

"You wanna please me and be a very good girl, right?" He asked in a low voice, staring up at you with his red eyes.

You looked down at him and nodded as you slowed down, curiosity taking over.

“Yes. Anything,” you replied, caressing his chest.

"You like havin' my cock in you? Like bein' a spoiled little kitten?" He asked, raising a brow as his fingers flexed on your hips.

“I doo,” you answered in a needy voice, sliding off him and rubbing him against your clit instead.

"Go lay on the bed, hands above your head," he demanded roughly, excitement over what he was about to do running rampant in him.

You obeyed instantly, thankfully the bed wasn’t far enough for you to trip again. You flopped down on it with a series of giggles and laid down on the bed with your arms above your head. You bit your lower lip, anticipation making your whole body vibrate.

He was thoroughly amused as he watched you and he stood, making his way over to the closet where he'd unpacked all of your stuff. After rummaging around for a moment, he returned with two of the new scarves he'd bought you. He climbed onto the bed next to you, making quick work of tying your wrists together before he looped the scarf through the headboard.

You tensed under him, your body instinctively jerking on the bonds, you looked at him with a slight unease, wondering if you misunderstood the situation.

He leaned down, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly before he carefully grasped your jaw, looking down at you.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, a sinister grin on his face as his fangs poked out. It was an incredibly blunt and loaded question but you were drunk and he wondered what your answer would be. You looked into his dark and red eyes, your heart hammering and your head confused between fear and desire.

“In theory,” you replied, still unsure where this was going but not wanting it to stop ethier.

He let out an amused laugh at your answer as he moved to kneel back up. He grabbed the other scarf and trailed it down your sternum softly, eyes glued to you.

"I'm gonna put this over your eyes. Ain't gonna hurt you. It's gonna heighten your other senses, make you more sensitive to touch," he murmured, the silky soft scarf brushing over your breasts as he raised a brow with an enticing smirk on his face.

You arched into the feeling and gasp quietly, the scarf cool and smooth against your hot skin. You nodded and licked your lips looking down at him.

His smirk widened and he leaned over you again, this time carefully tying the scarf around your face to cover your eyes. Once he was satisfied it was on right, he placed a firm and quick kiss to your lips before he moved back to kneel between your legs.

You moved your head around trying to see but it was pitch black, you couldn’t take a peek at him. You felt his hand on your leg and you gasped. It definitely was heightening his touch, you stayed very still and tried to listen, predict his movements.

"I'm just gonna go grab some more wine. I'll be back in a minute," he murmured before he hopped off the bed, swiping his boxers off the floor and putting them back on. He didn't bother with the rest of his clothes. He gave you one last look, a dark smirk on his lips before he left the room. The house was mostly quiet as he made his way downstairs to where he knew Frank stored the blood bags. Billy hated the stuff. It didn't compare to fresh and warm blood, even if you tried to warm it up. It was like choosing instant noodles instead of some fancy cuisine. He had to make do with it though since he was here, at least he could have some fun while he was at it. 

He grabbed a blood bag, curling his top lip in disgust as he looked at it and then he grabbed another bottle of red wine. The one you'd enjoyed the most all night. Apparently you had expensive taste, he was mildly impressed. He made his way back up to the room you both shared without anyone bothering him thankfully. When he shut the door behind him, his dark eyes trailed over you, the predator in him purring at the sight of you tied up like this for him.

“Boo!” you said with giggles. You had heard him come back and you couldn’t help yourself. You grinned and tried to move your head to locate him around the room, might as well had tried to listen for shadows.

He was more than amused by how intoxicated you were, snorting to himself as he moved further into the room.

"Someone's a happy drunk," he murmured with a wry smirk, putting the blood bag on the bed but out of the way so you wouldn't touch it with your legs by accident. He opened the bottle of wine, taking a long pull as his eyes drank you in greedily. 

“Shush...that wine was amazing. Can you get me more for home?” you boldly asked of him with a little pout.

"If you're a good girl, you can have whatever you want," he replied before he poured a little of the wine in the valley between your breasts, licking it off your skin. The wine would make more of a mess than the blood would but he couldn't bring himself to care. 

You gasped and moved upward, the liquid cool and trailing off the side of your ribcage. You moaned, feeling his tongue savour your skin.

“Anything I want, hum?” you repeated, a wicked smirk appearing on your face.

"Within reason," he replied amused, slowly dripping some more wine on your skin and letting it pool into your belly button. He lapped at it before placing some open mouthed kisses to your lower stomach. You giggled, the liquid and his tongue tickling you and making you squirm under him. You moved your legs around him, pressing him closer to you between your legs.

He moved to set the bottle of wine on the floor beside the bed before he grabbed the blood bag. He pierced it with a fang, watching with rapt attention as he repeated his earlier motions and dripped it between your breasts. He felt a wave of desire like nothing he'd ever felt before as he watched it slowly trail to your neck. A deep growl left him as he hovered over you, slowly licking it up and not wasting a drop.

You moaned and squirmed under him, his tongue painfully teasing you. You wanted so much more as you arched into him and hooked your legs around his hips tightly.

“More, please,” you whispered, pulling on the bonds at your wrists. You whined feeling his tongue leave your skin and silently begged him to touch you.

He settled between your thighs on his stomach with a smirk, licking his lower lip as he poured a little of the blood at the top of your pussy and watched as it slowly trickled down, over your clit and to your entrance. He greedily lapped it up with a moan, enjoying the way the usually shitty blood tasted when it was mixed with you.

You gasped feeling the cool liquid run down between your legs and cried out when you felt him eat you greedily. The sensations were so intense it overwhelmed you and you begged for it again,

“Again, please” you said breathlessly, moving your hips around his face.

He chuckled darkly, letting more blood trail down your pussy as he licked it up. He kept up a slow and steady stream of blood coming from the blood bag as he eagerly licked and lapped at you, making sure he caught every drop that left the bag. He was rubbing himself against the mattress for some friction, feeling himself drowning in his arousal at the whole thing.

Your entire body trembled under the pleasure and you felt your climax building up quickly the longer he devoured you. The only things you could hear were the loud beating of your heart and your heavy breathing.

“Please, I’m so close,” you whined, unable to feel him inside you yet and very much wanting him to. You’d take anything at this point, his cock, his fingers, the freaking bottle, you were so far gone.

He used the hand not holding the bag and shoved two fingers inside of you quickly. He was lost in his desire and his process of feeding as he fucked you hard and fast with them, still hungrily lapping at the blood on your pussy. He loved mixing feeding with pleasure but he couldn't really do that with you, couldn't feed off you unless he wanted you dead. This was the next best thing and it was incredibly erotic, even if the blood was cold and not fresh.

You came in a fireworks of moans and screams of pleasure, yanking at the bonds so hard the silk scarf made a small ripping plea sound. You wanted to touch him, run your hands in his soft hair and scratch his perfect skin. Your chest had the fuzzy warm feeling again and a tiny tear escaped your eyes, the soft silk drinking it instantly. This was something he already did to you, tie you up to the bed but it felt so good under the right setting. He wanted to torture you but it was a pleasing torture, a teasing one which made your head spin.

He eased you through it with his mouth and fingers before he licked you completely clean. He finished the little blood left in the blood bag before he tossed it to the floor, grabbing his cock and pushing it inside of you without warning. He felt high from you and the blood and the beast only wanted one thing right then, to find his own release.