#in the land of unrelated pics

[wolfavens]

ghost car of barna road

track 1 - backwards walk

it feels fucked.

driving in the dark, all i see is golden blue sunshine filtered in through green glass and it all feels fucked. the boxes in the booth chitter about loves lost. kitchenware keeps bumping into chipped mugs, some old CDs nobody has listened to for years lay spilled across rubber rugs. why did i take the CDs?

why did i pack the fucking kitchenware.

who in their right mind moved back to their parents place with two boxes of aged kitchenware? most of the stuff was originally brought from there. it’s like a big kitchenware homecoming. all the mismatched plates and cutlery meeting up with old friends. you will never believe the mess we have been through, they will say, filth and disgrace. she used one bowl for like everything. soup? bowl. salad? bowl. cereal? bowl. crisps? you guessed it, fucking bowl.

i curse, glaring throught he dark windshield. claire at night is rolling silvery hills, endless expanse of black ocean and stone walls as far as the eye could see. it seems unnaturaly silent after the flashing lights of the city. post-apocalyptic scenery, world brought back to nature, a goodbye to arms and humanity. i look at the dark land and all i see is sunrise.

i think i was born here.

just down the road. somewhere in a place with the same rolling hills that looked brilliantly green in muted daylight. all the places here, they look the same. you walk through them, meeting different cars, breathing in cold atlantic breeze and wishing you were anywhere but here. dublin maybe. i remember dublin. not as much dublin itself, as dreaming about going on the golden beach, bumping into your shoulder with mine, spinning these wild stories about dublin which were as far away from the real thing as two small town kids could get.

that year you discovered deadly.

every bloody fucking thing was deadly.

dublin too was deadly. getting there would be deadly. last time i saw you in a crowd before moving away from the island you smiled and mouthed deadly again.

i have not heard anyone say it since . i all but forgot the meaning until my plane landed. fuck, the second the ocean turned to black cliffs and green hills my mind went blank. all i saw was sunshine & summer sky, filtered through the broken green glass…

there was this band that played a small music club close to our dorm in dublin. they mostly did covers of old irish folk songs but, you know, metal. they were the worst. perhaps the absolutely worst song they ever covered was “i’ll tell me ma”. every time they started playing that the whole club - including the staff - uttered a tortured groan. and hidden there, behind that groan, a groan that turned the air solid with anguish, was a single excited whistle.

i used to mock you about how much you liked that blasted cover. i spend days thinking about new ways to torture you about it. then, one day, after a particularly vicious joke that made all our friends cackle, i looked at your face and in your eyes i saw a spark of truth. you did not like irish new boys’ rendition of “i’ll tell me ma”. you just liked watching me laugh about it. you just liked… me.

in my mind i left the next day.

i didn’t. there were things to do. finding a flat. buying dictionaries. hugging niamh and promising to stay in touch. but that night, sitting at that club, seeing it in your eyes, that was the second i really left.

two months later, as I was unpacking an ugly vase from a bag, through tears, my phone beeped and recomended me to view your wedding pics. someone was shouting under my window in a language i didn’t understand and i wondered… what if they are shouting "fire"? what if they are warning me to run and i don’t even know.

i deleted all my socials and got used to the strong beer and learned a new language and made new friends and had niamh over for two weeks in summer. she posted some pics of us sitting by the river in the setting sun. you liked it and asked her to say hi. her face fell a little and she tried to hide her phone. i’m not sure whether it was for my benefit, or my girlfriend’s. i think maybe both. not that it made much difference.

back home though.

bringing some heartache, foreign books, ten years worth of baggage. somewhere among the kitchenware there is a mug missing its ear. it says “greetings from prague” and when my last boyfriend gave it me he said one day when i leave him and move back home i will have that to remember him by.

back home, just a few kilometres off now. there is this beach where the sand was so very gold at sunrise. it was very cold when the sun went down, even with the winter sleeping bag. you whispered in my ear and your breath was accompanied by a white puff. in the morning everything was so bright. i woke up first and walked over to the very edge where the water was licking at the bay. i took some pictures on an old point-and-shoot camera. they all came out overexposed. i picked a piece of broken glass, not yet smoothed out by the saltwater. i watched the world through the glass walking back. small, green and peaceful.

throught the green grass your hair looked chartreuse. i stared at the tiny hightlight in it and the way your eyes were such weird mossy green and the smile you had and the way you leaned over to cover me and whispered deadly when our noses met.

ten years later, in the dark, the abandoned bay is silver and your hair in the moonlight would be white.

i extinguish my cigarette, get back in the car and drive back home and still...

it all feels so fucked.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

considering leaving the pro-palestine activism movement altogether. I really, DEEPLY hope that the massive and dangerous issues I'm seeing within the movement are isolated to my local (physical/irl) area and community. it would be a new level of hopelessness if the movement overall has changed this way.

I feel like we're losing sight of why we're doing this. I fear that its being co-opted by outside movements and agendas, and by people with strong charisma and ulterior motives.

I want to make it clear that NONE of the "dangerous developments" I'm seeing are actually related to Palestine, Islam, the Middle East or even to how Jewish identity plays into all this

and that's why these developments are dangerous. I feel like the movement is being sidetracked, co-opted, and its paranoid but I even wonder if right-wing infiltration is happening because I'm hearing/seeing things that seem both so deeply destructive AND so deeply off-topic.

when I joined the movement last fall, it was primarily about Palestine, the US Military-Industrial complex, and imperialism... but the top goal was to FREE PALESTINE. There was also a lot of rhetoric about how "this is NOT a trend, it is NOT a short struggle, we will ALL be free, we must BUILD A STRONG BASIS and BUILD COMMUNITY because we are in this for the LONG HAUL"

now what I see is a movement, and a leadership, that treats Palestine as a justification for other agendas, and that is spiraling quickly and horrifically towards right-wing ideological niches, infighting, factionalism, and self-destruction with in the next few months if something doesn't shift FAST and shift NOW.

what happened to the long haul? what happened to a unified message? what was wrong with "free Palestine"? why do we americans ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE IT ABOUT OURSELVES

what is HAPPENING?

[lazyjellyfish300]

merriment shrine 🎄⛩️

synopsis: you're the newest concubine in Lord Sukuna's household and the object of his unrelenting ruminations (or is it desire?). When Uraume tasks you with being in charge of the Christmas festivities while Sukuna is away, you can only hope you'll deliver. What could go wrong? 🎄 largely inspired by this fic by @/sttoru 💕 words: 7.5k

cw: minors dni, x FEM!READER(Yuri), concubines, smut(p in v, double penetration(not too detailed), monster sex? I guess bc true form!Sukuna sex is not normal sex, oral f and m receiving, titty fucking, degradation, creampie(not too detailed), cum eating), violence, blood, Sukuna is a warning on his own, true form!Sukuna, SUKUNA HAS BEEF WITH BABY JESUS. MOCKING OF RELIGION/BLASPHEMY (PLS DONT READ IF THAT BOTHERS YOU. IT'S SUKUNA FFS) decapitation, bullying, heian era but it's all over the place historically and NOT accurate. angst, fluff, crack

a/n: For the secret Santa fic exchange event by @nanamiscocksleeve written for @heian-era-housewife ! I deeply apologize for the late entry! I was very intimidated writing for him for the first time but I hope you like it. 😩🎅🏽🎄💕 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!✨

my holiday smut masterlist 🎄

dividers by @/saradika-graphics. pics from pinterest

You mused peacefully as you took in the gentle dance of snowflakes outside your chamber windows, thinking if you squinted hard enough you could make out the intricate shape of each one before they landed silently on the thin dusty layer of those that fell before on the undisturbed gardens.

You hugged your kimono a little tighter around you as you sipped your tea you had laced with some ginger and cinnamon, much to the confusion of the cooks in the kitchen. The distant glare of the fireplace bestowed a soothing warmth that kept you locked in place.

Since you arrived, it quickly became no secret that you, the newest concubine to join the harem under the formidable king of curses, brought with you a peculiarity. Certain quirks that endeared you to the servants and annoyed the other concubines.

You emitted a humble air about you like the shades of aqua and seafoam green you gravitated towards. You often opted for untouched corners of the garden next to the pond and the library where you could read and write in solitude that became mistaken for arrogance by the others.

And for whatever reason or another, you insisted on this...holiday business or whatever the hell you called it, gently humming those insufferable tunes under your breath that carried though the marble hallways and adorning your room in makeshift tinsel and boughs of holly you strung together from stray pieces of greenery you found by the koi pond.

It was a very frustrating type of conundrum Sukuna didn't appreciate that was causing ripples in his vast household, especially now, as he studies you from his neighboring window on the opposite side of the estate, stroking his chin, eyes narrowed.

"My Lord." Uraume bows as their smaller frame appears in his doorway.

"Speak." Sukuna responds, not tearing those eyes of a deep rose away from where you were perched in your window, a pointed black claw gently scratching the sharp ridge of his jaw in deep thought.

"I need to know of your plans for the winter feast preparations."

"What of it?" Sukuna answers coldly.

Uraume doesn't flinch, being all too familiar with Sukuna's temperament. They knew he would rather fork out his eyeballs than waste time with frivolous matters like festive planning. Too reminiscent of the folly those disgusting humans preoccupied themselves with.

But, Uraume also knew the blind fury that would await them should they make arrangements for anything impacting the routine functions of Sukuna's household without his knowledge.

"A proposal, my lord." Uraume continues calmly. "Since we are not expecting your grace's presence until the 24th, perhaps we leave the bulk of the planning to someone else?"

Sukuna scoffed. "And who would that be?"

"One of the concubines."

"Who? He asks, slight incredulity now mixed in his sternness. "Her?"

"She...brings a new set of traditions."

"I am aware, I was not born yesterday."

"...I thought his majesty would appreciate-"

"Appreciate? Uraume, do not speak foolishly." Sukuna scolded, now fully turned to face them, his two upper muscular arms folded across his body.

Uraume merely stayed where they were, silent, undemonstrative of any reaction which they knew Sukuna preferred while he strode about the room, beginning to pace.

Finally, Sukuna came to a stop. "So be it. As long as I am not to be trifled with such matters again until my return, I do not care what the little brat does."

He paused, his expression unmoving as he addresses them one more time. "I have the most trust in your judgement, Uraume. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes, my Lord." Uraume bows again as Sukuna takes his leave, but not before eyeing you one more lingering glance before he departs, a shred of annoyance when he realizes despite the distance, he wouldn't be rid of you from his thoughts anytime soon.

-----

"My lady." Uraume addresses you from your doorway and you stand abruptly, bowing in acknowledgement.

"Uraume, good to see you."

"Thank you." Uraume answers pleasantly, a slight inflection in their tone carrying a fondness at your usual kindness towards them.

Although you were aloof, odd, and provided more than an earful that Uraume had to bear witness to from the other concubines, at least you treated them respectfully, unlike them.

"Lord Sukuna has departed on business with no plans to return until the 24th."

You stood up slowly, quirking a curious brow at the unexpected news.

"It is tradition that his grace hosts a feast for the winter solstice." Uraume explains. "To usher in the cold season and provide festivities. But, due to his absence, we are in need of someone to make arrangements..." Uraume clears their throat, clearly a little nervous at what your response will be, since the success of it was mostly riding on your willingness to participate.

"Would you be willing to lead the preparations, my lady?"

Silence hangs in mid air before you speak. "Me?"

"Of course." Uraume hums. "I don't doubt you'll be more than capable. I, along with many others, have noticed you celebrating this-Christmas? You call it?"

"Yes, that's right." You straighten up a little. "I mean, I'd love throw a celebration for Lord Sukuna. But, why me?"

"Well, my lady. As I said before, you are very capable. I noticed you seem to have an eye for these kinds of details between your drawings, writings, and your.." Their fuschia eyes flicker briefly to the parchment ornaments adorning a potted plant in the corner. "...creations." Their lip curls upward in a meek grin.

"Between you and I, I have never cared much for the traditions, either. Too overwhelming. But, I am curious about yours. You've caused quite a stir among the ladies of the house and, if I may speak openly..." Uraume gulps and looks at the walls nervously as if they had eyes into the conversation before lowering their voice.

"You are the first in a long while whom I have been able to tolerate, and who has treated me kindly unlike so many before you."

You give Uraume a sympathetic glance, now determined to deliver on your promise of a celebration worth waiting for.

"We'll start tomorrow."

----

The shrine slowly transformed day by day. The halls became lined with pine needles accented by soft candles that emitted a heavenly glow. As the snow piled up, you recruited the help of the servants, smiling at their bewildered expressions that turned to pure joy as they touched snow for the first time, constructing an army of snowmen with various hats, scarves, and other accessories they could find around the estate, complete with carrot noses provided by the kitchen.

You, Uraume, and a team of gardeners from the palace ventured into the woods and hand selected multiple spruce trees, and, with their help, chopped them down, strapping them with ropes and dragging them back so the shrine could have its own assortment of Christmas trees, complete with what seemed to be nearly hundreds of crochet and parchment snowflake ornaments.

You had fashioned them with Uraume and some of the other ladies in waiting during craft hours in the evenings. Presents wrapped in scarlet ribbons and offerings to Sukuna began to encircle the bottom of the largest tree in the grand hall.

Across the way, however, the group of other concubines avoided the spreading merriment with disdain and scowls on their faces, not even touching or wandering in the vicinity of the Christmas trappings as though it contained a plague.

You began hosting caroling rehearsals and only you, Uraume, and a few other members of the kitchens staff had joined while your bitter cohorts tried their best to drown out the noise on the far side of the shrine, the leader of the group shooting a fiery glare at one of her minions when she began to blindly hum the catchy tune.

As Christmas Eve drew closer, the warm baked goodies become more innumerable as they popped out of the kitchen and the bakers perfected their abilities to whip up treats worthy of the season. The shrine had adopted a permanent scent of gingerbread, cinnamon, pine and peppermint that followed and clung to your robes.

----

On the 23rd, the day before Christmas Eve, you and Uraume were baking and laughing with flour stained faces,

"To think, we did all this in just a few weeks' time." Uraume mused as they squished the gingerbread dough between their fingers. "Lord Sukuna will be pleased. Yes, very pleased with you indeed."

The sentiment left you with a very healthy dose of fluster as you grinned at the thought of his majesty marveling at all the work you did just for him, possibly rewarding you with something much better than you could imagine as those eyes of deep rose bestowed you subtle admiration that had not graced anyone else.

Unknown to you, an eavesdropping ear belonging to one of the concubines catches wind of this statement and skitters away quickly to spread her message to the others.

----

"Spit it out already!" The cruel eyed leader of the concubines hisses to the messenger.

"I overheard that Lord Sukuna chose her specifically to lead this Christmas tradition and intends to reward her and place her higher above the rest of us, earning his grace's favor so that we might be cast out into the streets!"

Shock, fury, outrage, and blind jealousy erupted among the other concubines.

"What shall we do?" "That goddamn slut, I knew she was no good." "She needs to go!"

"Silence!!" The leader screeched over the others. "She will be dealt with. We must take matters into our own hands so Lord Sukuna is displeased and has no option but to execute her. Listen to me, I have a plan..."

And the other concubines huddled around her eagerly as they plotted your downfall.

----

Everything was ready for the elaborate Christmas Eve homecoming feast for Lord Sukuna.

The finest beast was being roasted on a spit over fiery coals under careful supervision by Uraume. In the kitchen, the chefs were hard at work chopping vegetables they had culled from the winter harvest. Puddings and treats were being whipped up and presented beautifully in festive arrangements on fine platters.

The smell of Christmas cooking overwhelmed you as you stood in the great hall, clad in a new royal jade kimono with golden ornate leaves woven in your hair that never made you appear more elegant than on this Christmas Eve of festivities.

You thought of Sukuna and what he might think when his powerful presence graced these halls again. An odd mixture of fear and admiration you harbored for him that inspired you to want to please him. Feelings about him you couldn't quite place ever since he selected you to live in his shrine even though your head had not yet graced the silk of his bedsheets.

Lord Sukuna's carnal appetites were of no mystery to you. You had heard plenty of rumors about how rough and relentless he could be. His preferences seemed to be both selective, yet apathetic if that even made sense.

You had heard the screams and loud noises of primality from behind his sealed oak doors that echoed into late hours. Though all of his concubines would walk away with their own satisfaction eventually, his copulation apparently came with scars and rough treatment.

Seldom, if ever would his fucking deviate into lovemaking territory, much less tenderness and intimacy. That is where his selectiveness came in. The gentle sighs, gasps of mind melting pleasure, soul binding thrusts, consuming kisses dotted lovingly all along your nape, breasts, and inner thighs while being brought to the pedestals of pleasure you craved to know one day from the touch of a man you were deeply in love with, seemed to be reserved for someone of an unattainable caliber to Sukuna.

Until he met someone worthy, his concubines were nothing more than warm vessels of temporary satisfaction until his thirst returned.

But, here you were daydreaming that you could be the recipient of such love from him despite all odds.

----

"Whore, we're trying to speak to you!"

An indignant voice rips you out of your thoughts and you turn around, jarred at the sight of the head concubine with her supporters close by. You were outnumbered one to many. A piece of meat left to the wolves. Subtle panic slithered in and wrapped around your throat when Uraume was nowhere to be found.

The leader's scowl melted from her face into a honeyed grin, her long nails outstretching and wrapping around a delicate glass reindeer from a gorgeous wintery scene Sukuna's craftspeople had spent countless hours on.

"P-please be careful-" You raise a shaky hand.

The leader hisses at you, stealing the reindeer out of reach, her icy stare renders you speechless again. Her expression then morphs back into a sugary tone, a snake's venomous fangs concealed behind her pretty face.

"Tell me, darling. Does Lord Sukuna know you've been defiling his shrine this entire time he's been gone?" She asks as she turns the reindeer in between her graceful fingers.

"Defiling...?" You choke out, perplexed.

"Yes, defiling. With these, disgusting-"

You jump in alarm as she abruptly hurls the glass deer to the ground, watching it explode into shards as soon as it meets the unforgiving marble.

"filthy-" she reaches this time for a wreath of holly, casting it onto one of the glowing candles, setting it ablaze.

"pathetic-" the others have now joined in, breaking and trashing all your beloved Christmas decorations, hours of hard work and care being ripped, torn, shredded, and cast into the fire one after another.

"Stop, stop, please!!!" You cry and shriek, voice drowned in anguish but when you raise your hand to stop her, she turns on you immediately, the others coming to her aid, ripping and tearing at your gorgeous kimono.

"You think Lord Sukuna gives a shit about you and your stupid little Christmas traditions?" She snarls as her and the others claw the golden leaves out of your hair and they clutter on the floor, your robes now nearly in tatters. "You're just another slut. A weak, useless, ugly-"

You cower and brace for the worst, but your insides turn when you hear a warm squelch as blood splattered against the walls. A shudder runs through you at the unmistakable sound of dismantle and cleave; the King of Curses had returned.

You look up and you see him first, averting your gaze immediately and kneeling for fear of losing your head next. You're not sure how many of the concubines or servants within the vicinity were slain, but you're guessing a lot, if not all, based on the sea of blood on either side of where you were crouched.

"We'll have no more of that." Sukuna tsk'd. Those stern eyes raked over the scene, seething in annoyance at the mess in front of him. His eyes land on you and he squints as he draws closer, sensing the tremble of your frame as you didn't dare move from your spot.

"Breathe, for gods' sakes, human." He commands. "Stand up, now. Don't keep me waiting."

You rise on shaky knees, keeping your gaze downwards until you straighten up completely, looking into the formidable face of your lord and unexpected savior.

"My Lord."

"Tch." Sukuna clicks his teeth, looking over you. "This is what you call a celebration for the King of Curses?"

"I-..." You shake your head, the lump in your throat obstructing both the oxygen and words in your brain. "I can explain..."

"I do not require an answer." He growled, and you shut your lips, gaze averted downward once again in fearful shame. "You are a mess." His eyes appraise you in scrutinizing pity.

He had seen enough to know this fiasco wasn't entirely your fault. But still, the irritation he felt towards you prior for sticking out so prominently in his brain was rearing its ugly head. It was unlike Sukuna to ruminate, to toil in his mind for hours, especially over a human like you, no less.

He will deal with that later. For now, he still expects a proper feast and celebration after his lengthy travels.

"Uraume." His voice reverberates off the stony walls and Uraume is immediately at his side, their pupils dilating slightly at you in alarm at the devastating state of the grand hall that was beautifully adorned and decorated less than an hour before.

"Clean her up immediately and bring her to my chambers. In the meantime, have any available servants scrub up this mess."

"Right away, my Lord."

----

A while later, you walk slowly towards Sukuna who's standing by his window. You're dressed in fresh robes chosen by him specifically of a bleeding garnet like his eyes. You take in the grand sight of him, the way the darkened shadows would bend at his back and wrap around whatever he was facing, nearly suffocating them with his presence that commanded reverence, humility, but most of all, fear. His broad shoulders, back, and booming voice with a majesty likened to the powerful mountain range that surrounded his shrine.

Even now, as he turns to face you with his monstrous appearance in his full glory with those four eyes, his harshness he exudes stirs a suppressed part of you that never desired to be removed from him. A forbidden kind of beauty not obvious to many that brimmed underneath that thick shell you were only barely skimming the surface.

"Better." Sukuna remarks, seemingly pleased with this new ensemble. "Now..."

He took a step towards you and you held your breath, preparing for the moment where you would inevitably be forced to give yourself to him and be at his non-existent mercy for whatever plans he had next. However, he surprises you.

"Are you just going to stand there, or will you join me for dinner?"

"Dinner?"

"I do not intend for my winter feast to go to waste." Sukuna frowns. "Seeing as my entire harem is now dead except for you, I have no choice but to rely on you to remedy this."

You look at him, dumbfounded. That wide gleam in your eyes that was brought out by the light hitting your irises whenever you had to crane your head to look at him(which was every time) almost pulls at him, for a moment. Almost.

"My Lord?"

"You may start from the beginning." Sukuna instructs, the top pair of arms folding seriously across his chest with the second pair on either side of his thick, muscular waist.

"Use this opportunity to prove yourself worthy and show me these ridiculous Christmas traditions you insisted on imposing on me before I change my mind, brat. "

----

"These are called snowmen, my Lord." Your teeth chatter slightly as you two come to a stop in front of the wall of snowmen you, Uraume, and the servants had constructed over several weeks in the courtyard.

Sukuna stares boredly, a rush of annoyance bubbling inside him as he lays eyes on their pebble smiles, goofy hats, and multi colored scarves.

But, his eyes widen ever so slightly when he takes notice of the biggest snowman that stood out towards the back. This one towered over the others with four sticks for arms instead of two, meeting Sukuna directly at his eye level. It had four sets of pebble eyes on its face with carefully carved markings, eerily similar to someone he knew...

"What is this?"

You gulp. "It is you, my Lord."

Sukuna stares, silent. "What is the purpose of this?"

"For visual display." You answer, slowly. "Personal enjoyment. Sculpting them and playing in the snow is half the fun."

"I care little for that." Sukuna waved his hand. He studied his snowman some more. "I suppose I will allow my likeness to be erected into snow. This is supposed to represent myself and my subjects?" His eyebrow raises slightly as his pair of undereyes flicker back to look at the dozens of other, smaller snowmen in front.

You nod, slightly encouraged by this reaction that wasn't all good, but wasn't all bad either. "Yes my Lord, it is."

"Hmph." Sukuna shoots air out of his nostrils in disapproval. Then, without warning he raises his arm. You duck quickly, and simultaneously each head of each snowman besides his own is sliced off and goes flying, shooting in the air and then landing and exploding like mashed pumpkins back onto the ground.

Sukuna looks with pride at his handiwork, his glorious snowman standing tall over his now decapitated army of snowy subjects.

"Now, it is perfect."

He joins his hands behind his back and walks off with a hum back towards the shrine, leaving you both endeared and confounded.

-----

Next tradition.

"Alright, my Lord." You wring your clammy hands nervously as you stand in front of Sukuna, who's opted to take a seat at the head of his banquet table.

He was stuffing his face with the roast beast that was at least spared by Uraume, his stomach mouth's comical tongue wagging in anticipation with drool before he tossed a couple bones for it to gnaw on obnoxiously like a crazed animal.

"I wish to share with you the legend known as Santa Claus. Otherwise known as Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Kris Kringle, among others."

Luckily, the feast seemed to make Sukuna more receptive, if that was even possible. Perhaps some of the restlessness (since he couldn't exactly experience hangry-ness that was exclusive to humans) was resolved by the smoked meat, giving his stomach mouth something to preoccupy him besides nagging Sukuna relentlessly.

"If you must." Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and then at the dopey expression his second mouth gives him while it's utterly high off the fresh bones it was chomping on.

"Well, this Christmas Eve night, he is said to fly and deliver presents around the world to all good children, spreading cheer and climbing into chimneys to leave presents under Christmas trees."

Sukuna's eyes narrow. "I will slaughter anyone who dares enter my household without permission." His stomach mouth gave a little belch. "I do not care for this Santa Claus you speak of."

This was true Sukuna fashion. Normally, you'd be mortified at his dramatics but by now, you had to do your best to stifle a giggle. "My Lord, it's merely a legend."

"That does not matter. If this Santa Claus you speak of attempts to enter my home, he will lose his head." Sukuna vows as he takes a hefty sip of wine before turning his glass to his stomach mouth. "Tell me about something else besides this ridiculous Santa Claus legend."

"Well..." You think for a moment then snap your fingers. "His grace might appreciate the legend of Krampus instead?"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, corners of his mouth still turned downward in displeasure.

You clear your throat, "Krampus is a legend, like Santa Claus except he is a half goat, half demon monster who punishes naughty children. As opposed to Saint Nick whom delivers gifts, Krampus will appear and punish children who misbehave with bundles of branches, or by eating them or taking them to hell... Erm, oh! He looks like this!" You grab a piece of parchment and ink brush, pausing for a moment to make a quick sketch of Krampus.

Sukuna leans back, folding his arms, as he watches you, patiently, expectantly for this new Christmas tradition you spoke of to be better than the dreaded Santa Claus. When you're done painting Krampus, you turn your makeshift masterpiece in Sukuna's direction.

To your delight, a rare, smug expression of satisfaction tugs at the corners of his mouth when he lays eyes on Krampus for the first time.

"This is much better. I will absorb all of this Krampus's cursed energy when he appears tonight. He would be very useful to me, indeed."

You don't have the heart, or bravery to remind Sukuna that Krampus also is just a myth. Sukuna folds his arms, signalling he's done with his dinner.

"This Krampus can stay. Now, on to the rest of your silly traditions, brat."

-----

As the night continues on, you demonstrate more traditions for Sukuna, slowly bringing him into your world of decked out halls and yuletide merriment, albeit with his own, Sukuna-esque spin on things.

Needless to say, he loathed most of them.

"These are what are known as Christmas trees, my Lord." You gestured to the dozens of pines you and Uraume and the servants spent so much time decorating, shortly before Sukuna lit them all on fire.

Your jaw fell open and he stood there proud as the orange flames engulfed the trees in a mini forest fire within the shrine as the glow did a dance in his pupils. Sukuna inhaled, savoring the smoky wood against the releasing smell of the burning spruce.

"A much better way to enjoy the trees." He insisted.

---

Slowly, the Christmas you thought was nearly ruined was salvaged little by little as you entertained the King of Curses.

He spat out all of the overly sweet Christmas goodies immediately. However, his stomach mouth couldn't seem to get enough. Sukuna rolled his eyes as the pair of chompers devoured cookie after cookie that he fed it steadily with his lower pair of hands while his free hands rubbed his temples in defeat.

"I suppose these will do."

---

He liked the Christmas presents and offerings, but not because of the origin story behind it.

"So you see, my Lord, the tradition of gift giving on Christmas came from the nativity story, of the three wise men who delivered presents to the infant Jesus, who was believed to be the son of God."

"Hmph." Sukuna sneered. "How boring. An infant? I would smite him with ease." He looked at the pile of presents. "Tch, we will continue the gift giving tradition, but only for the King of Curses, for I am the most powerful being in this realm, not a newborn baby."

You smile and bow. "Yes, my lord."

----

And when it came to the Christmas carols, he quickly nipped those in the bud.

"Enough!" He groaned, covering his ears when you and Uraume didn't even make it through the first verse of O Holy Night.

"Who is this Savior you speak of in the lyrics?" He glared as he glanced over the sheet music. "Is this about that damn infant again? How pitiful. Change it. I can barely tolerate these insufferable ballads."

Sukuna seemed to come around, but only slightly when the lyrics were more modified to his tastes:

"O holy night! the stars are brightly shining;

It is the night of the mighty Lord Sukuna's return.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope- the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!

O night divine, O night when Lord Sukuna returns!

O night, O holy night, O night divine!"

"An improvement." Sukuna frowns again, scratching his jaw. "But I cannot stand either one of your voices."

In short, Christmas carols didn't make the cut.

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Many of the servants had retired for the night at Sukuna's request to give you and him some space alone. The fires were nearly extinguished, lingering smoke and pine permeated the air with the faint brush of cinnamon and gingerbread. The embers of the fire are boiling in a low cackle as you stand in front of your king who now sits atop his throne slightly above you.

"This last tradition is called mistletoe..." You tried to disguise your shyness as you reached in the pocket of your robes and showed him the small bundle, wrapped up in a red bow. "The leaves and white berries are actually considered poisonous." You explain, which catches Sukuna's interest immediately.

"And? What is the significance?"

"In a Norse legend, the goddess of love, Frigg, promised to kiss anyone who passed underneath it.

The tradition of kissing under the mistletoe was born shortly after in an ancient festival in Greece."

A faint glint of mischief dances in Sukuna's eyes as he leans forward with a smirk.

"That so?"

His gaze roams over you, this realization of several hours that have passed between you and the mystique surrounding his lack of physical contact with you fuels his intrigue that was beginning to simmer alongside the exhausted flames.

"And what else happens after you humans kiss one another under this tradition?" His voice now drips with honey, a contrast you were not expecting from him.

"Well, I suppose that is up to the participants. Surely, things can become a bit, intimate, I suppose."

"Hm." Sukuna outstretched a large veiny hand, taking the mistletoe from you and hanging it from the ceiling above where he was perched on his throne. He leans a hand on his chin, while one of his lower arms comes to cup you around your waist.

"Demonstrate."

He waits, and your eyes spread slightly in alarm as you were brought closer to him than you have been in the entire time you've known him.

Your lips part hesitantly, laced wetly by your wine ladden tongue. Sukuna does not budge, however his hand pressed against your back a little more urgently, his black nails lightly puncturing the garnet threads of your kimono as though he were requesting not to be kept waiting a moment longer.

Your eyes glance upwards at the arrangement of mistletoe dangling perfectly over your heads, then directly at his supple lips that part in seething wait, before leaning in and pressing yours against them without another word.

Sukuna's mouth is warm and rough, just like every last inch of him you discover shortly after when both of his lower arms bring you in between his enormous thighs, so that you are directly up against pure muscle.

His skin is heated, and practically hot to the touch between all of the formidable strength that lay encased in his looming form. Sukuna wastes no time deepening the kiss. As his mouth opens against yours, you feel as though you are being swallowed directly by rays of sun on a sweltering day, the very opposite of the present chilly night bogged with snow that now covered every inch of the land surrounding the quiet shrine.

The delicious and precise slither of his tongue in between your lips causes you to release the most beautiful gasp into his mouth. Sukuna exhales deeply,

"More."

And his lips move feverishly, low grunts escaping the opening space between them as his tongue slides against yours. Aroused, scorched by this ethereal being as he kissed you as though he were the kindling catching alight and you were the flame instead.

Your hands bravely slide up both sides of his expansive neck, your nails entangling themselves in the unruly locks of orchid. The King of Curses shudders, seemingly offput by a mortal touching him so boldly, but every passionate grind of you against him allows him to ignore it for now, as that insatiable thirst bubbles deep in his belly and begs to be relieved.

"Ahh..." A breathy moan peels softly at first then snaps as he rips the ending from your throat with a harsh gnash of his teeth to your bottom lip, as one his hands immediately snaked into the opening of your robes.

His touch is molten, but his stare is unmoving as he forces your gaze to stay captured underneath his as his hand works quickly to part your thighs, riding the hem of your kimono up your legs, cold air tickling your pussy which he's more than pleased to discover is already bare, shiny with slick underneath.

"Closer, and do not stop looking at me." He mutters. All four of his heavily hooded eyes greedily drink in the way your expression liquefies to silk when you feel that first long, languid, warm stroke between both lips of your sensitive cunt.

"I said, look at me." Sukuna growls, a clawed hand coming up to cup your cheeks, both of them pinched between his thumb on one side and the rest of his fingers on the other. He runs his tongue over his lips, a slow sneer spreading out at your gradual fucked out expression as his tongue from his belly slowly licks, savors, and swirls against your dripping entrance.

High pitched whimpers flood past your lips, the corners of your eyes begin to prick with tears as profound warmth blooms upwards from the epicenter of unrelenting pleasure Sukuna's second mouth is wringing from your swollen clit. The tongue begins to slowly curl inside of you, each groove of its wet, meaty surface gliding against the soaking velvet of your tight walls, while the upper lip encircles and sucks over your soft pearl.

"Good." Sukuna whispers, stifling a groan when he feels you involuntarily pulse around his tongue, leading to a greedy string of juices dribbling down the second throat. "Who's your king? Tell me, pet."

He tauts his abs as he maneuvers you around his stomach slightly, still keeping you locked in an iron grip but allowing you to lightly bob as he guides you to ride his tongue, his other pair of hands coming to knead your breasts, his eyes tearing into your soul.

"You, Sukuna..." You managed to sigh, as you felt the soaking warmth linger over a tried and true spot, before Sukuna promptly removes it, irritated at your unsolicited use of his name.

"Tch." He grins wolfishly at the abrupt whimper that followed when you mourned the loss. "Do not get greedy with me, brat. You will feel only what I allow you to, understood?"

He breathes out as he lowers you back onto his awaiting open mouth on his belly. "And you will only address me as your Lord, woman, understood?"

"Yes, my Lord..."

"Mm."

And you continue to feel his tongue's meticulous exploration of you with your thighs parted on either side of his large waist, however it only became more agonizing as it coaxed and only teased around all the spots that amplified euphoria, dangling that peak of arousal frustratingly out of reach.

"My Lord, p-please, I wish to cum..." your nails dig into the hollows of his chest and he glances down briefly, internally bemused at the needy mess he was turning you into, thin trails of your juices softly dribbling down the soft meat of your inner thighs.

Your eyelids flutter and the intonations of your voice begin to quiver as his second tongue began to wetly prod your sweetest spot.

Sukuna glowered briefly at his second mouth that had a mind of his own, displeased at its less sadistic nature than his and its determination to drive you off the edge whereas he was in the middle of enjoying your desperate state. He cannot place it, but this idiosyncrasy between him and the rest of his body was betraying him.

Perhaps it was due to this question that was slowly being answered in his mind of just how soft you'd be for him in the throes of pleasure, silencing his ruminations of you at long last. As you knew, he cared little about the appearance of the concubines he chose to feed his ravenous sexual appetites.

He had rarely encountered a pretty face, and, for the first time, the King of Curses felt compelled to worship.

"Hmph. Cum for me then, brat." He croons harshly to disguise his waning willpower. "Be a good mistress and cum for your king. Don't you dare hide your eyes from me..."

And the dam quickly burst and you soaked his lap, tears releasing in your eyes as well, your blurry gaze burning as you obeyed Sukuna's command to keep your eyes on him.

The second mouth panted as it worked to clean you up, guzzling your arousal like it was nectar as it stuck to its lips and Sukuna's powerful torso in a shiny sopping coat of sheen.

"Good." Sukuna praised, pulling you off him as he undid the remainder of his robes, the subtle sound of the garment hitting the floor causes you to clench your thighs, even more so as you saw him, completely bare in front of you for the first time.

If you were any other whore, he would not have stopped after you finally came, if he had let you cum at all. Sukuna delighted in denying his partners their utmost release until it was practically unbearable, then would push them well over the threshold of normal stimulation, until he sunk his teeth in their shoulder and fucked them roughly with his dual cocks.

Now, as he tears off his robes, allowing the element of anticipation to linger with the promise of what was to come next, and the heat to smolder lying in wait, he realizes this first time with you would be much, much different. With you, things were unhurried and slow.

His black markings continued below where his dark robes previously concealed, all along his sculpted collarbones, pecs and chest. His muscles were rigid with the tension you were slowly building up in him this entire time. He possessed burly thighs that were covered with small forests of hair, as well as on his arms with sinewy veins and lightly flushed pink skin.

But, what stood out most of all were two staggering, meaty cocks that bloomed red at both tips that flopped against his belly. Veins adorned both sides, running purplish blue, a very large, plump, taut set of balls dangled in a flesh colored sack underneath.

You couldn't help but get on your knees, entranced as you slowly sank to the floor. Your mouth began to salivate as you took in the bulbous tips that had to pass for almost three of your fingers alone, mind fuzzy with both excitement and intimidation as you wondered how you could possibly accommodate both.

"My Lord, m-may I?" You lick your lips, whimpering as the throb of your clit begins to pulse as your warm pussy squeezes around nothing. You were still worked up from your orgasm, however having already been brought to heaven and back, you were eager to please Sukuna. After all, as you were repeatedly coached in your trainings as a concubine, a good one always pleases her Lord.

"Excuse me?" Sukuna frowns, ice in his tone.

"P-please my Lord? I wish you pleasure you, to suck your cocks..." You swallow, the blinders of arousal causing all shame to disappear out the window.

Sukuna scoffs pridefully. "Really? And why would I let you do something like that, brat? You think I require your mouth so badly?"

He taunts, noticing the way your pussy still bore no shortage of wetness. As a matter of fact, it was trickling even more as the thoughts of taking Sukuna's cocks in your mouth only aroused you to nearly primal levels.

"Please, please my Lord..." You breathe slowly as your teeth brushed your bottom lip, his hands coming to undo the knot of your kimono, allowing the garment to slide in a sensual display down your shoulders like seafoam receding over a shoreline, until all of your bareness lay exposed to his hungry eyes.

Sukuna stared at you, wrestling internally at the hazy feelings the sight in front of him was conjuring up. You were so desperate, panting and waiting. The smell from your soaked heat was earthy yet sweet, an aphrodisiac to his nostrils. You were so needy, so eager to allow you a taste of him, the way you tilted your head so sweetly as you begged permission.

"Very well..." Sukuna's jaw slackened just a tad before running his thumb along your glossy bottom lip, the pointed edge of his nail and thumb just barely poking your tongue, which you indulged him and slowly licked it into your mouth.

"Fuck, such a needy little thing, you. God, such a whore..."

He presses his thumb onto the middle of your tongue. "Open..." He pumped one of his shafts with the other, as you gently opened your lovely lips, gradually and steadily feeding you his cock, twinkling eyes peeking through your lashes.

"Fuck..."

The utter groan he lets out is music to your years, and you meet him more than halfway immediately, stuffing his cock quickly into your mouth and almost hitting the back of your throat.

Sukuna grits his teeth as you accept him so greedily. His size was such that the entire thing didn't quite fit, filling up such a pretty mouth and throat until your eyes watered, the stretch eased by how much you ached for him, and how delicious his heated skin tasted in your mouth. So warm and rigid as you feel him pulse with life with the faintest trace of salt from the blooming precum.

Your eyes roll back and you begin to bob your head, squeaking with surprise when Sukuna pushes your head, relishing the glistening coat of drool you leak every time the heavy shaft withdraws from your reddened lips. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you up and down his cock.

Sukuna panted and grunted, falling backwards on his throne with you at his feet, his hips rippling as he couldn't help but fuck himself into your plush, silky, mouth. His other cock aches for attention as well, and he gets an idea.

"Your breasts..." He rasped. "Touch yourself, present them to me."

Mouth still stuffed with cock, you innocently batted your lashes as both your hands came to grip your tender globes, lifting them slightly as you gently pushed them together, creating the perfect, sinful little valley for Sukuna to slide his second cock.

Using the mixture of slick and spit and sweat from his other cock, he coats the second one with his hand and throws his head back as it meets that slippery canal, squished in between your two yummy tits.

You groan loudly, hugging the velvety length between your breasts as you continued to slobber all over the other. You cooed and whined sweetly, rubbing your thighs together, a practical second orgasm almost inevitable from watching this being, this king, this God, so wanton and so aroused.

"I'm going to cum. Don't stop, don't stop gazing at me like that, my goddess..."

He looked down at you, his lovely little slut, so filthy and carnal. This alluring, sexual siren he awakened that was concealed beneath a pair of glittering shy eyes and quiet exterior this whole time. You were a treasure to be guarded, a goddess of Earth and flesh, worthy of his devotion, of his love, and he finally snaps.

Both cocks ooze generous spurts of silvery white cum. It paints both of your supple tits like jelly. It's warm and thick as it coats the inside of your throat and mouth. Sukuna marvels at this masterpiece he's made out of this celestial canvas of you, slowly drawing out his slick, sticky cock and tracing your puffy lips with the milky gloss.

"My Lord..." You purred.

"Mine." He whispered before he yanked you against his lips again, greedily and messily tasting himself off of you, both hands nearly covering both sides of your face as he drank the breath from your lungs.

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Sukuna's bed is warm just like the heat that runs rampant throughout his body. His pillows and linens bend to accept you and embrace you like you have always belonged there despite this being the very first time you did.

A galaxy is born in that moment when both heads of his cock begin to rub and slowly push inside both of your holes, stretching you in a way no other man or being for that matter has ever done before.

"Look at me..." Sukuna commands again. His booming voice is reverent and his gaze is eternal as he bites back more groans that simmer at the back of his throat. You grip the sheets, sweetly calling his name.

"Sukuna..."

And he doesn't correct you this time. His face softens and the callouses of his hands run and squeeze over the expanse of your thighs as he becomes one with you over and over again.

"My queen." He utters at last as your heart sings and blooms within your ribcage.

The world shifted that night as the King of Curses irrevocably bound himself to you.

And when the exhaustion had claimed you, when you could no longer be flooded, filled, and fucked, when the sheets felt like silk and your tired limbs and his wove together like emerald leaves of holly, as his seed gushed inside your womb and buried a mixture of each other so deep and raw and new in a way that could not be conceived again.

The nighttime was quickly forgotten as you fell asleep to the King of Curses' heartbeat, the dawning hours of Christmas morning ushering in a gentle wave of steadfast snow.

[inkandtension]

The World Can Wait.

That pic tho ^^

>~<

Minho pushed the door open with a gentle nudge of his shoulder, carefully balancing the bag of groceries in one hand and a folder of freshly graded assignments in the other. The hinges creaked slightly, announcing his arrival into a house steeped in the quiet calm of the evening. Only the low hum of the television broke the stillness, accompanied by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

He stepped into the living room, his gaze automatically sweeping over the familiar space—and then freezing mid-motion. His breath hitched as his eyes landed on the couch.

There you were, still clad in your white coat, sprawled across the cushions like someone who had surrendered to exhaustion the moment they set foot inside. Stray wisps of your hair were tucked haphazardly behind your ear, and your shoes dangled precariously from your feet, ready to fall at the slightest movement. Your face, usually so focused and sharp, was now relaxed in sleep, the kind that only the weight of a long, grueling day could bring.

The house's usual occupants had clearly taken full advantage of your stillness. Dori was curled up in a tiny, satisfied ball on your lap, her soft purring blending with the room's quiet. Soonie had claimed the space at your side, her body pressed snugly against yours as if guarding you. Doongie, ever the overseer, had perched herself on the backrest of the couch, her tail lazily flicking back and forth in a rhythmic pattern.

For a moment, Minho simply stood there, transfixed by the sight in front of him. His lips quirked into a small smile, one that carried an odd mix of amusement and affection. The scene was an endearing kind of chaos, so far removed from the image you typically carried as a doctor. It was so unmistakably you.

The realization hit him like a wave—gentle but unrelenting. It was in these quiet, unguarded moments that he found himself falling for you. There was no dramatic epiphany, no earth-shattering declaration, just a soft, steadfast certainty settling in his chest.

Chan was right. After all, when was he wrong?

Old men are indeed wise.

“Work must’ve been hell today,” Minho murmured to himself as he set the groceries on the kitchen counter, the sound of the bags crinkling softly against the stillness. He shrugged off his jacket, folding it neatly over the back of a chair, and placed the folder of assignments on the table, aligning it perfectly with the edge. His movements were unhurried, almost ritualistic, as if he were savoring the calm after what had clearly been a hectic day for both of you.

With a quiet sigh, he made his way back to the couch, crouching down beside you. His fingers hovered over your face for a moment before gently brushing a stray strand of hair away, tucking it behind your ear. “Hey,” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible. You didn’t stir—not a twitch, not a flinch, nothing.

Minho let out a low chuckle, the sound warm and affectionate. “Out cold, huh? Typical.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, the faint creases in your coat, the way your hand had fallen limply against the cushions. It was these little details that tugged at his heart in ways he couldn’t quite explain, moments where you seemed so achingly human, so beautifully you.

But as endearing as the sight was, you couldn’t possibly stay like this all night. Minho reached for the cats, starting with Soonie, who let out a small, reluctant meow as she was lifted. “C’mon, buddy,” Minho murmured, placing the cat on the armchair. Soonie blinked at him before curling into a sulky ball, clearly unimpressed by the disruption.

Next came Dori, who stretched lazily, her little paws flexing before she slinked off with an air of resignation.

That left Doongie. Of course, it had to be Doongie—the stubborn one. The cat perched resolutely on the couch’s backrest, her eyes narrowing as she locked gazes with Minho.

She’s mine. Back off.

Minho raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Move it, I’m the husband, not you.”

Doongie didn’t budge. For a moment, it felt like a silent standoff, man versus wild cat. But Minho wasn’t about to back down. With a soft but firm grip, he scooped up the cat, ignoring the slight flick of annoyance in Doongie’s tail.

“Don’t give me that look. She’ll still love you tomorrow.”

Doongie let out a disgruntled chirp as Minho set him down on the floor. The cat shot him one last indignant glare before padding away, tail held high in a display of feline superiority.

Minho chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head. “Drama queen,” he muttered, turning his attention back to you.

Minho hesitated for a moment, studying your face, which looked so peaceful despite the exhaustion etched into it. Then, with a quiet sigh, he slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you with ease.

“God, you’re so light,” he murmured, marveling at how little effort it took to carry you. On a whim, he lifted you twice more, like a dumbbell, a soft laugh escaping him. “What are they feeding you at that hospital?” He looked at you, smiling, a little concerned.

“No more cafeteria food from tomorrow, I'll make you lunch, kay?” he said softly.

You stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible as your head lolled against his chest, but you didn’t wake. Minho adjusted his grip, carrying you down the hall to the bedroom. The bed was neatly made, as always, but it didn’t take long for him to mess it up, laying you gently onto the soft covers.

Your white coat crinkled awkwardly beneath you, and Minho frowned. “You’re not going to sleep like this,” he said quietly, as if convincing himself. He knelt beside the bed and began taking to off the coat with care, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it onto the chair in the corner.

As he looked at your outer shirt—a stiff, formal blouse—it dawned on him how uncomfortable it must be. His hands hovered over the first button, his mind weighing the options. You’d definitely sleep better without it, but then again...

For a moment, he debated taking it off too, his hands hovering over the buttons.

But then he stopped, shaking his head. If you wake up now, I’m going to look like a total creep, he thought, stepping back.

Just as he turned toward the bathroom, your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength. “What—” he started, but you were already pulling him back toward the bed. Before he could protest, you’d wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest like a sleepy cat.

Minho blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a soft laugh. “You’ve got some serious muscles for someone who looks like they’d blow away in the wind,” he teased, adjusting himself to lie beside you.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. For a moment, he just stayed there, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected. He had thought he’d be the one taking care of you tonight, but in this tender silence, he realized you were the one taking care of him in ways he hadn’t known he needed.

Unable—and frankly unwilling—to move, Minho wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer, as if to say I’m right here. His voice softened, barely audible as he whispered, “Or maybe I’m just weak for you.”

Your only response was the faint rise and fall of your breath against his chest, the steady rhythm of your exhaustion wrapping him in a sense of peace he hadn’t felt all day. You didn’t say anything, not even the faintest acknowledgment of his words. You were simply there, existing in the moment, and that was enough.

For a while, Minho simply lay there, his thoughts slowing down, a warm, contented feeling spreading through his chest. Your sleepy weight against him, the gentle press of your body, kept him grounded, the outside world fading away until all that mattered was this small, quiet space between you.

“I should really go freshen up,” he murmured softly, more to himself than to you, as if the idea of leaving the cocoon of warmth you’d created was almost too much to bear. But of course, he didn’t move an inch, his words hanging in the air like a fleeting thought that he had no intention of following through on.

Instead, he let out a soft, resigned sigh, one that was full of affection and a little bit of surrender. His lips curved into a helpless smile, the kind that only you could bring out of him. “You know,” he said, his voice tender, “I really tried to wake you up. Guess you don’t mind, though.” He paused for a moment, eyes warm as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I definitely don’t.”

In this stillness, you were both just together—two people whose worlds collided in the most beautiful way, finding comfort in each other's presence.

Minho let out a soft sigh, his fingers lightly tracing the lines of your arm, grounding himself in the warmth of your body. He could feel your breathing slow, steady, as sleep slowly overtook you. It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to fully rest, and he could sense how much you needed it, how deeply tired you were.

So he stayed, holding you close, closing his eyes as he let the exhaustion of the day melt away in the simple comfort of your embrace. The weight of his own responsibilities, the noise of the world outside, all seemed to disappear when he was here with you, in this quiet, perfect moment.

There was nothing more important than this—the two of you, cocooned in each other's arms, allowing time to stretch out just a little longer before the rush of life pulled you back into its embrace.

For once, the world could wait.

(dude take a bath)

part three to "tie that binds" but it can be read independently as well!

[yeahspider]

BITTERSUITE 🌀

Ve's note - angsty and sexy just how i like it. im sick off my ass and eating animal crackers a s i write this but i feel like thats when i work best. hwang hyunjin x gn!reader no warnings this is pretty tame all things considered. hope you enjoy this installment in the series !! link below to read the other parts. lightly proofread (sorry not sorry give me a break I'm sick) love yall xoxo

HMHAS MASTERLIST

this wouldn’t have happened if you’d grabbed your umbrella before you left your room. now you are sitting on a bus stop bench hiding from the rain. you blamed it on him, always bringing rain and storm clouds in his wake. your phone went off- it could only be one person.

what are you doing sitting in the rain

this can't be how you spend your time now

kinda pathetic

you looked around not shocked at all that he was sitting on an identical bench on the opposite side of the road . he always had a way of finding you . it’s like there was a red string tethering you to him . his inner navigation always leading to you .

you blocked his contact . you didn’t want to deal with him. you just wanted to get home. your action just made hyunjin smile. always so cocky. always finding you amusing.

nothing was amusing about your relationship . about the way he tethered you along for months . feeding you empty lies . comforting you with open arms that wrapped around you and tied you hands behind your back . bound is what you were . to the evil that was hwang hyunjin .

you watched as a bus stopped in front of him, relief filtered through you once the bus drove off and he wasnt at the bench anymore. maybe he wasn't there at all. he had a habit if popping up at your low points. settling back in the bench youve becom e so familar with , you start browsing through your gallery . A feeble attempt at wasting time. A certain picture stopped you in your tracks. It was of you and hyunjin, from the begiining of whatever you guys were. His hand wrapped around your front gripping your throat as he kisses the lower part if your ear. A frown makes its home on your face, yiu look so happy - you were happy.

"oh, i love that pic mind sending it to me". you hear from above your shoulder. how predictable he was.

"What do you want hyunjin?" you asked in malice. you didn't want to speak to him right now. the wound he created in your heart all too fresh and steady leaking. you couldn't do this with him right now. all you had wanted was to get something from the gas station. you weren't mentally prepared to deal with him or his stupid smile.

"Now who says I want anything? Maybe I just missed you." his tone is so sickeningly sweet you almost fall for it. almost. You intend to trace your steps back to your hotel room by getting up and stepping out of the safety of the bus stop. quickening your pace to avoid whatever conversation he wanted to have. you could hear him following, his step in time with you. It wasn't like you could hide from him. The suite your staying in he paid for. His attempt at giving you the space you wanted, but within his unrelenting reach. A part of you rejoiced at his effort, his show of care, which was infrequent throughout your time together.

the chase ensued as you stepped into the hotel lobby and up the elevator. standing in front of room 320. turning quickly to face the tormentor of your dreams. you took in his appearance. Soaked from head to toe yet still undeniably beautiful drops slipping from his hair and landing at his feet. you can still see the man you fell in love with. underneath all the layers the world forced him to wear. you took a deep breath hoping you wouldn't regret your next words.

"you can come in until the rain stops...I have a set of dry clothes you can put on," you said as low as a whisper. which of course he heard. for all his shortcomings he always did hear you. That smile that causes a bittersuite taste rises in your mouth spreads across his face. you'd always let him in, your heart was his home after all.

[eletricheart]

Forget-Me-Not

(Donna Beneviento x Fem!reader)

part 1

*pic creds to owner, got it from pinterest

Word count: 1383

TW: manipulation, attempted murder

I was feeling tragic when i had the idea but changed my mind so fluff with some angst sprinkles but happy ending

I tried to find a flower that meant heartbreak😭 amen to google, the photo was like unrelated to the title i just liked the aesthetic💀

ps: not proofread plss lmk any mistakes

ps2: i betrayed miranda cult and made her evil on this one😔

ps3: she's still my cutie silly girlie tho

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You kicked, screamed, cried, begged, but still left. You were too young…and your parents were too afraid, so you left.

You still remembered the day when she came, you remembered watching through the stairs railings as she glided on the floor. Her halo being the only defining characteristic you could perfectly recall, besides your parents' terrified face.

You knew who she was, having been to church since you were two years old. Therefore, when your mother called you (long after the priestess had left) to order you to pack your bags, you knew it was her fault.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Dani was…naive. After her conversation with her mother proved to be worthless and her refusal to accept you couldn't be found. The youngest Dimitrescu called the one person who could perform the impossible, Mother Miranda.

Cassandra had shown disinterest to the story since the start, this being a difference once compared to her two sisters. Bela wasn't as hopeful as Dani, however she was curious. So she indulged in the hunt alone.

To say Mother Miranda was surprised to hear your name was an understatement, the woman remained her composure as being questioned by Daniela, and vowed to find Donna’s little lover, for the sake of romance of course.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were living a quiet life in south Italy when received a letter from Romania. You were aware of the risks of returning to your hometown, Mother Miranda’s threats were never idle. But you missed Donna, and seeing her one more time was better than living a long alone life.

You arrived Sunday at seven a.m, a time Bela knew the priestess would be busy with the Mass. You were naturally confused in seeing her but having gone that far you chose to trust her, and allowed her to lead you into Beneviento territory.

The dollmaker recognized you the moment you stepped into her land, after all how could she not, her memories of you were all she had for so long, memorizing every breath was only natural for her.

So she cleared the path, no pollen or hanging bodies, just a forest and a dirt road. She even went as far as attempting to clean the house in the five minutes it would take you to arrive, consequentially giving up and crying for two of the five minutes.

Angie was the one to greet you, shooing Bela away to interrogate you while a hidden Donna watched.

You allowed the doll to conduct you to the couch where you both sat and promptly began talking.

You were grinning while looking at Angie's long explanation of how she kept your path safe. Giggling when the doll asked what you were staring at. You shook your head with a smile. “I just--it’s so good to see you.”

Angie stopped for a moment and blinked. “Oh. It is always good to see me.”

You laughed and fidgeted with your fingers. “If you don't mind me asking…um…the blonde woman. Bela? I think? She said Donna was looking for me, and well that's why I came. So…do you know where she is?”

Angie nodded slowly, watching a corner on your left before staring back at you. “Donna needs a bit more time, she doesn't want you to fade away again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Fade away?”

The doll shrugged and quickly changed subject. “Come help me and my friends to bake a cake.”

And so was your entire day filled with baking and playing. As much as you longed to see the dollmaker, you understood it had been a while, so you gave her time.

Donna was scared during your entire visit, what if you weren't real, what if it was just her mind playing tricks. It happened before, why wouldn't it now. And that's how she found herself sitting alone on her bridge.

And that's how Mother Miranda found her.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The priestess arrived at your house minutes after you left and once seeing Bela’s letter she hastily returned to the village and waited for you. The service was the same as always, making it easy for her to watch you make your way to Donna’s Manor.

She knew your potential of ruining all the hard work she’s conquered with the dollmaker, but also believed in her creation.

Miranda knew Donna would not be able to handle your sudden appearance just as she knew the Lady would isolate herself away from you.

That’s why she was now sitting beside her on the bridge, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “It’s okay, my child. Tell me what happened.”

Donna was staring at her shaking hands, trying and failing to normalize her breathing. The priestess was slow to hold her hands, not wanting to scare the young woman, and repeated her words.

The dollmaker looked at her from the side of her veil. “A friend I–I thought was gone, came back.”

The priestess faked compassion. “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Donna quickly nodded and wiped her tears behind her veil. “What–what if she’s not real? It’s been so long, I just–why now?”

Miranda took a deep breath, carefully measuring her next words. “My dear, I’ve told you before our procedure that your friend had died. I know it’s hard to let go of the past, but you must try so you can truly heal.”

The dollmaker lifted her veil to look at the priestess, as an act of trust and despair. “What should I do, Mother?”

Miranda smiled and gently touched her cheek. “You must put an end to her, it’s the only way.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You fell asleep on the couch while reading a story to the dolls. Angie was the one to wait for Donna’s return.

The doll didn't know what was discussed, however from Donna’s slow and dragging steps she could make a good guess.

Donna was holding a yellow flower, mentally preparing herself to poison you when Angie blocked her way towards you. “Angie, please, I need to heal.”

The doll fervently shook her head. “She’s the real deal, Donnie. You gotta believe me.”

Donna gave her a somber smile and controlled her out of the way. “We need to heal.”

She knelt in front of you, taking nervous breaths and tightly holding the flower. The dollmaker thought of every time you were by her side, every joke, every hug, every smile. Before she knew she was sobbing and straining herself from hugging you. She needed you to die, Mother said so, Mother knew best.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You woke up with Donna’s head on the edge of the couch.

You did not know of the experiments, or why she had sentient dolls running around, but you knew your friend. So you carefully repositioned yourself and hugged her.

You stayed in the embrace for so long that even the other dolls had moved to other rooms so as to not disturb.

Donna’s flower found a place on the floor since the dollmaker chose to grip your arms. “I–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You gently shushed her and kissed the top of her head. “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m the one who’s sorry, I should’ve come back sooner.”

Donna lifted her head, the veil sticking to her face due to the tears. “I’m supposed to kill you, you’re not real.”

You held her cheeks and smiled softly. “I’m real, Donna. And I’m here, I came all this way for you. Whatever you choose to do, it’s okay, I’m just happy I get to see you one more time.”

The dollmaker nodded, going back into your embrace and hiding her head on your neck. “Is it okay if I don’t kill you right now?”

You laughed and returned the hug. “It would be great if you didn't kill me right now.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It took her three weeks to understand you were not a hallucination and Mother Miranda was lying to her.

The dollmaker still kept the act, making her territory unreachable even for the priestess while you and her tried to find a way for her to leave without Miranda tracking her.

Still, even trapped inside her territory you were happy and dutifully kept your promise to never leave.

And if life ever got boring, Angie was always around to give you both a one week worth headache.

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[silverskye13]

Hi again! Unrelated to cat pics, I do have a book-related question. (Sorry for sending two asks in one night. I only thought of this after sending the fuzz goblin orz). I just finished The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher after seeing it in a list of books you recommended. Given that it's the first non-audio book I've finished in a while, it's safe to say I really liked it! I remember you'd mentioned in the post that you were real into horror, so I was curious if you had any other spooky recommendations you wanted to share. No pressure to respond, of course! Just curious :>

Don't worry about sending multiple asks! If I feel like I can't answer them I will save them for later ^_^

And! Ah!! Let me do some digging. Horror/thriller books fun. Spook books rec list under the cut!

I probably don't need to recommend it, since you've already read one, but T. Kingfisher makes really fun horror. Creepy and suspenseful. I also liked The Hollow Places by her, and her Sworn Soldier books are also horror! For body horror and language, I would rate her horror book somewhere above PG-13 but below R.

I'm also going to blanket recommend Darcey Coates. I have read around 6? Of her books? And there was only one I didn't like. Darcey Coates has an amazing way with specifically haunted house themed horror. She transforms the standard tropes really, really well. And she's not afraid! To let there actually be ghosts!! It's very cool. The Haunting of Rookward House was the first one I read, and stands out still in my memory. One of the scares in particular made me drop the book. I don't know how she manages to write jump scares but,,, oof. The Carrow Haunt is another I really liked the premise of. My favorite by far was Craven Manor. I could probably write a thesis on why I like her horror books so much. To keep it brief: Darcey Coates understands that horror means something (ie the monster is also a theme) and that you have to actually like the characters to be scared for them, and I love her for that.

Her books are rated PG-13. To my knowledge they're all pretty tame.

The Fisherman by John Langan.

Rated E for Explicit, body horror, general gruesomeness.

A more mature read, and two stories in one. A lovecraftian-style horror about two men who are mourning their wives and going fishing -- and the monstrous land they fish on. I go back and forth on how much I like this book. On the worst days it's still a solid 3 out of 5. On the best days, 10/10. I found myself way more invested in the legend of the place than the characters the story was following, but I still got emotion out of the ending.

The Croning by Laird Baron

Rated E for Explicit. Body horror. Slow burn horror.

So, this one has me a bit at a disadvantage because it's been awhile. I remember liking it a lot, but I can't wholly remember the plot. I do remember it's like, lovecraftian horror -- but the monster is the main character's wife. And you, the reader, know it's his wife. But he doesn't. And watching him try to defend the wife he loves so much, while she's obviously some quietly lurking evil, is just, really interesting. They have a family together. They're genuinely happy. But it's like watching someone fall in love with a known serial killer. There's just something... Wrong here.

Good vibes! More of a slower read.

The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in a Castle, by Shirley Jackson

Rated PG-13, slow burn horror

The horror of being alone. Shirley Jackson writes it well. They're older books, and slower and more subtle than a lot of modern horror, but there is something scary about how relatable the characters are. How twisted up it makes you, empathizing with them, watching them descend to their doom. Hill House still makes me cry sometimes, thinking about Eleanor. These books are a bit situational, I feel like. If you know what it's like to be alone, know how existentially scary it is to feel unimportant to the people around you, these books will sink hooks in. If you don't find that concept scary, mostly these books will make you think these people should get out more.

Cold Storage by David Koepp

Rated PG-13 to R, language, fungi based body horror, viscera, violence

I recommended this on my other book recs list, but Cold Storage is just. Fun. It's scary too! When the "monster" gets going it Gets Going. But the main characters are awesome. It reads a bit more like an action book than straight horror, and I so desperately wanted the good guys to win. I was scared for them the whole final act of the book.

Anyway -- mutant mold spores compel people to climb up to high places and explode, spreading their spores around more. Thank God the only outbreak of that got carpet bombed to hell, and the one sample remaining was safely contained in a government facility where it could only be used to research a cure, right? :) Right? :(

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Rated PG-13, violence, language, adult themes

So this leans a lot harder on conventional fantasy, but there are so many horror themes in this book I'm adding it to the list. A girl is taken from her village every [number I can't remember] years and given to the local dragon [wizard] to keep the villages safe from The Wood. But the Wood is old, cunning, and vindictive, and what once only infected the land has now begun to seed itself within the heart of men.

This book made me feel truly hopeless at times. The characters really are fighting a ruthless enemy, one that should kill them over and over, and yet somehow, they scrape by. The horror of The Wood cannot be understated, and even it's explanation doesn't take away it's strength, in my opinion. It has a happy ending, but man, it's a fight getting there.

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman

Rated R for everything. Body horror, blood and gore, sexual assault, rape, language, everything

Another one that I waffle back and forth on whether I like it or not. I feel like if I met Buehlman in real life, I would fist fight him over this book. There are some choices I definitely don't like [I thought the last 3 chapters could've been cut]. But. It's fucking scary.

Lucifer has released all the horrors of hell on the medieval world. Plagues. Demons. Tortures. Pillages. Everything. And God... Doesn't answer.

The rest of the book follows a disgraced knight, a gay priest, and a little girl as they trek across medieval Europe, trying to do something about it. The demons are scary and terrible. The people are even more so. If you want a truly bleak and terror filled read, this is a good one. But it's also really, really intense. I had to put it down a few times. This is a scary read. Not a fun read. And mind the tags.

Ten by Gretchen McNeil

Rated PG-13 for blood and violence

Ten teenagers go to an island to have a party. One of them is a murderer. A night of terror ensues.

This is YA horror, so a little more mild than some of the others on this list! But! I loved it! Had some awesome planting, and it really felt like, if I'd just paid a little more attention, I could've figured out who the killer was. There is some masterful weaving of tropes in this book too. The smokescreen of stereotypical characters. I can't talk about it too much or I'll get excited and spoil it. Just. McNeil was smart about this one I think.

The Girl from the Well by Ten Chupeco

Rated PG-13 for blood, violence, and attempted violence against minors by adults

The movie The Ring but from the ghost's perspective -- oh and also there's another even scarier ghost stirring shit up in the background. Another one I can't talk too much about without getting excited and spoiling things. I remember being a bit confused about who the main character was in the beginning. Be ye warned, one of the main characters is, in fact, a vengeful spirit, and she does murder people she doesn't like in terrible ways. It's her toxic trait.

This list is getting super long and I'm getting tired so! I'm going to end it here!

[izanori]

ok fine i give up. i didnt want to do this, but i got hungry (<- weak-willed) (pic is unrelated, but its eye-catching and i like to look at it. her face brings me such peace)

its juneteenth! and to celebrate this day, wont you consider giving me 🙋🏾‍♂️ money? for many reasons that are just too much to explain, im super broke and food insecure… and i have other worries, but lets focus on food for now!

my cashapp is $chris8291, and this is my ko-fi (which is basically my paypal. i dont want to link directly to my paypal😅). using my ko-fi, you could possibly get a drawing out of this - or if you know of a short text or comic in japanese you want translated (just translated, not edited to have english text which is a different thing) you can dm me about it and ill see if i can help you quickly as well.

and under the cut i’ll explain what reparations are for, since i know many have people no clue

suppp

i know it may seem greedy. why ask for money 150+ years after the fact? but heres the deal: thats not even a long time. thats like, what, 3-4 lifetimes ago? and generational wealth is a thing. parents and grandparents buy things or pay for things for their children, and that makes their life easier and makes it easier for them to stack their paper.

now, after the civil war, the enslaved people were set free alright…. with no help, no money, no land, no nothing. reconstruction failed, and hundreds of thousands of people were left to start their lives with literally nothing to their name.

but heres the kicker! those people generated soooo much wealth for their masters, and this country. america was built on slavery! we were able to export so many goods due to slave labor, and thats why many european countries were on the south’s side during the war (but didnt very openly support the south because they were so cringe i think - but thats besides the point)

so. african-americans made this country wealthy. and yet, we kept NONE of that wealth. that money went to rich (largely white) landowners. since we had to start at the bottom even if the work we put in makes it so that never should have been the case, thats why people argue in favor of reparations. and thats why, as a very very small part of being an ally, especially if you are a white american who isnt struggling, you should give me $3. the end

(also p.s. this has been done before lol)

[grimvestige]

Welcome to the blog! Be nice! I'm Grim (you can also call me Daisy), a freelance artist, and I like OCs and TTRPGs a bunch! You'll mostly find my art, my friends' art, and other art I like, but I do reblog other stuff from time to time.

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[gracefireheart]

Lil' poll time that's for the TF2 x PMD [Pokemon Mystery Dungeon] AU I'm trying to develop some more, 'cause I'm a bit torn which (sub or not) legendary trio to pick out for the Mann brothers be.

Pics of each of the (sub) legendary trios for reference and some side notes (+ some extra side notes unrelated to the Mann brothers) below the keep reading line:

Also, the left one would be Redmond, middle one would be Blutarch, and the right one would be Gray.

^ Entei - Suicune - Raikou ^

^ Regirock - Regice - Registeel ^

^ Mesprit - Azelf - Uxie ^

^ Groudon - Kyogre - Rayquaza ^

^ Palkia - Dialga - Giratina ^

^ Reshiram - Zekrom - Kyurem ^

^ Yveltal - Xerneas - Zygarde ^

I don't have much notes for Entei, Suicune and Raikou choice other than that Olivia would either be an Eevee or a Jolteon.

Same with the Regi trio, I just thought it would be neat that Gray was a Registeel, steel being related to metal which would then be related to robots (or mechanical pokemon), and [Regi]steel is also super effective against both [Regi]rock and [Reg]ice. No clue what Olivia could be here.

Mesprit has dominion over Emotions, Azelf has dominion over Willpower, and Uxie has dominion over Knowledge. Which also means that Mesprit can manipulate your emotions, Azelf can control you like a puppet, and Uxie can steal your memories if you anger them. Do with that info what you will. Also, no clue what Olivia could be here.

Groudon, Kyogre and Rayquaza are pretty basic imo. One for the land, another for the ocean, and the last for the sky *shrug*. I guess Olivia could be a Latias or a Jirachi.

Palkia, the lord of Space. Dialga, the lord of Time. And Giratina, the lord of the Distortion World. Olivia would definitely be a Shaymin.

Reshiram (Truth / Yang), Zekrom (Ideals / Yin), and Kyurem (Inbetween Truth and Ideal / Wuji) have lore that goes kinda deep tbh. Well, moreso for Reshiram and Zekrom, as they were once one dragon that split into two when some twin brothers started to fight. One sought out truth, while the other sought out ideals. Meanwhile, Kyurem is maybe the leftovers of Reshiram and Zekrom splitting up, and is sorta gray area between truth and ideals ig. Oh, and Olivia could be a Victini, the victory pokemon.

And then we have Yveltal, Xerneas, and Zygarde, which represents the destruction, life, and *reads the wiki* monitoring the ecosystem? Something like that. Also, Olivia would be a Core Zygarde while Gray would be a 50% Forme Zygarde.

Now, besides the Mann brothers, I've got quite a few things I would like to figure out before I draw this AU some more. Such as:

Who were the TF2 squad before The Fortress Guild was formed? Were some of them in separate teams before they created this big team/guild? Were some of them explorers and others not? So on and so forth. I was thinking about them being first Team Offense, Team Defense, and Team Support before they formed The Fortress Guild, but idk o(-( I'll figure it out.

I probably won't have a BLU version of the TF2 squad, mostly 'cause I wanna add the Classics into this AU, which are sorta BLU team but also not.

Speaking of the Classics, I'll also be figuring out what theme to go for for them. As I'd either want them all to be Gen 1 pokemon, or pokemon with a mega evolution, or pokemon that has a Hisuian form or are from Hisui. Tldr; old or powerful pokemon :)

I sadly have absolutely no clue how to put Saxton (and Bidwell) into this AU orz Sorry

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics:

1. The Symmes' Hole at the top of the world. Supposedly 1,400 miles wide, its large enough to be seen regularly from aircraft, the ISS & by satellites!

2. The "scientific reason" why ships & airplanes don't know that they're traveling down into the Earth's crust.

3. Cover of 1, out of many, books exploring the Hollow Earth ideas.

4 & 5. These books focus on Richard Byrd's 'lost' diary, which supposedly reveals his 2 trips 'into' the Inner World!!

6 & 7. Modern books exploring both the Hollow Earth & UFO 'truths.'

1906: The Earth (is) Not Hollow.

Intro: Raymond Bernard's 1969's "Hollow Earth" mixes UFOs (vimanas) with an Inner World. The book was wildly popular & became a cult classic.

Supposedly, this book was based on 2 other - officially suppressed - works!

Plot: "Hollow" gives an 'astronomical' origin for the Inner World & the central sun at the core.

As usual, the civilization under the crust is highly advanced - being the 'true' source of UFOs!!

They are descendants of folk exiled long ago from ancient Atlantis & Lemuria.

Thankfully, these people's motives are to 'save' us from our own destructive weapons - like the atom & hydrogen bombs...

The 'proof' for all of this is supposedly found in Byrd's testimony of his 1,700 mile journeys into the North (1947) & South (1955) Poles.

Byrd is said to have found a warm climate, green pastures & prehistoric animals in the Inner World!

But, then, Walter dates himself by stating that the Northern Lights are actually the core's rays shining thru the Pole's opening.

(Where'd we hear that before?)

Author: Raymond was actually a pen name of Walter Isidor Siegmeister, a NYU professor & alternate health advocate.

Walter was a scientist who studied the health effects of lecithin. But, he also wrote on a large # of other, unrelated subjects.

Things like: virgin births, constipation, atomic survival tips, utopia's, Jesus, menstruation 'cures', Atlantis, bizarre 'diets', sexual abstention & even about the Rosicrucians.

The FBI considers Walter to be the one responsible for the whole UFO mania that began in the 1950s...

Walter died of pneumonia - while he was searching for a tunnel, in South America, to the Hollow Earth!!

Background: The idea for a Northern human homeland actually goes back several thousand years! Especially in Tibet, Russia & Scandinavia.

Walter's version says that Shambhala is Hyperboria's (from the Greek myth of a "land beyond the Northern winds") capital.

The chapter on UFOs states that they are not a modern phenomenon. Proof is given by the use of ancient quotes - which seem to support Walter's ideas.

Finally, the last bit details the amazing maneuverability of UFOs & how the effects of Inertia are under the control of anti-gravity 'screens'!

Criticism: Truthfully, the book is quite poorly written & full of illogical 'facts.'

The modern 'eye' is simply unprepared for the sheer nuttiness to be found in this book...

And yet, it's still enjoyable to read - simply because it's ideas appeal to 1's need for novelty - even about Earth's past!!

[ssumcity]

Call Log (Harry): Day 30 - 60 (Planet Burny)

Day 30 “Tattoo”

waketime: in

breakfast: out ( I knew it, actually (wink))

lunch: out (paid option: What are you getting right now?)

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 31 “Young Master’s Visit”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: Even unrelated people would want that)

lunch: in

dinner: in (paid option: I think this is smth everyone goes thru…)

bedtime: in

Day 32 “The Master’s Choice”

waketime: none

breakfast: out (paid option: Who will win the painting…?)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 33 “The Forecast Of Heart”

waketime: out (paid option: How come he’s not saying that he’s no longer with her?)

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: in (make sure you do not reject his call when he asks “Can I call you now?” - otherwise you won’t get this one)

bedtime: out (paid option: I will call you)

Day 34 “The Special Gifts”

waketime: out (paid option: Could you show it to me?)

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: Why do you never give me a heads up? :’()

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 35 “Confession”

waketime: in

breakfast: none

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: out (there’s a FREE and a PAID option for this call. - free: “YOU do it.” / paid: “I think i would burst into tears if i talk to you right now :’(” - as F2P user you probably want to opt for the free option. Paid option additionally comes with an entry in his private account.)

Day 36 “Our Compatibility”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Wow… That fortune teller is amazing…)

dinner: out (paid option: Do you want me to cast a spell that can ease your mind?)

bedtime: in

Day 37 “I’m Good Without Piu-Piu If I Have You”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: out (!! I didn’t write down any free or paid choices here. Still look carefully, I might have just missed it. Outgoing calls usually require a paid option in Harry’s route. So I’m a little confused here.)

dinner: out (paid option: You use only those features?)

bedtime: in

Day 38 “Another World”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: out (!! Same as previous day. I didn’t write down required reply options for chat, still keep your eyes open.)

bedtime: in

Day 39 “Edible Pet Plant”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: You’re gonna flood the flowers)

lunch: in

dinner: out (paid option: Do you want me to write it? I can refer to Harry’s pictures!)

bedtime: in

Day 40 “Big Guy The Gardening Blogger”

waketime: out (paid option: His straight face is dangerous to my heart. It’s too early in the morning lol)

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: none

bedtime: in

Day 41 “Health Emergency?!”

waketime: in (paid option: Hmm… I kinda like this new person…)

breakfast: in (paid option: Code blue indicates that someone is experiencing a life-threatening medical emergency at the hospital…)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: “Do you think he can understand what i’m saying…?” - Very short call but worth 4 batteries. Harry is drowsy from anesthesia and just super adorable.)

Day 42 “Harry’s Empty Picture”

waketime: in (paid option: I wanna call him baby angel too… (whisper))

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Piu piu, can i call Harry later?)

dinner: in

bedtime: in (paid option: Now it’s time to have some night snacks lol)

Day 43 “Director Harry, the Star of the Outstagram”

waketime: out (paid option: So you’re pretending to be asleep under your sheets…?)

breakfast: in

lunch: none

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 44 “Diligence? What’s That?”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: out

dinner: in (paid option: I don’t wanna read msg… I prefer pic :’()

bedtime: in

Day 45 “How Far Can You Go For Love?”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: They say people who were born after their parents dreamt about peaches are popular with the other genders!)

dinner: out (paid option: Can’t he just buy the land for this food’s sake?)

bedtime: out (paid option: Are you really gonna send him off like this?)

Day 46 “The Fun of TV Show”

waketime: out (paid option: I’d get sick whenever i’m in that sort of situation… :( )

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: out (paid option: Maybe he’s talking to someone important to him…)

bedtime: in

Day 47 “Cheeky, Innocent Face”

waketime: in

breakfast: none

lunch: out (paid option: You know people can get closer after a fight, right? What if they get close?)

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: “Lolololololol” -> it’s a short call but it’s worth the batteries in my opinion. Sneezy and giggly Harry.)

Day 48 “Shopping for Lands”

waketime: in (paid option: Ok now, send me a selfie)

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Once I get the password and the key… Hehe…)

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 49 “Bug and Bug”

waketime: in

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Maybe ur phone’s got virus!)

dinner: in

bedtime: out (paid option: Wanna talk over the phone, Harry?)

Day 50 “I Know How To Drive”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: out (paid option: Where have you been? A new planet?)

bedtime: in (paid option: Is he an expert in a walking trip…?)

Day 51 “Caught A Cold”

waketime: out (paid option: If I wait, will i be able to see a beautiful butterfly?)

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in (paid option: Can we talk a bit more?)

Day 52 “Another Day for Harry”

waketime: out (paid option: How dare he!!! Show me that thick face of his right now!!)

breakfast: in

lunch: in

dinner: none

bedtime: out (paid option: Can we talk before you go?)

Day 53 “Let’s Go Buy A Furniture”

waketime: in

breakfast: in (paid option: Oh, i get it, looks like he’s bad at making decisions lol)

lunch: out (paid option: Oooh! A snowglobe!)

dinner: in (paid option: Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up liking it)

bedtime: in

Day 54 “Harry Is Not A Good Matchmaker”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: What are you gonna say at the interview?

lunch: in (paid option: They know each other already… Why would you set them up?)

dinner: out

bedtime: in

Day 55 “Harry Is Tired…”

waketime: in (paid option: He wears makeup on his mask? Lol)

breakfast: out (paid option: In that case, Harry, when do you think ur adorable?)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 56 “Working Day”

waketime: in (paid option: He looks like he’s in love…)

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: I bet you voted on the objecting side, right?)

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 57 “A Person I Don’t Wanna Get Affiliated With”

waketime: in

breakfast: in + out (paid option: This is your dream)

lunch: none

dinner: in

bedtime: in

Day 58 “D-1 Till Live Broadcast”

waketime: in

breakfast: out (paid option: It’s not my business so suit yourself)

lunch: in

dinner: in

bedtime: in (paid option: A miracle happend… I got home safely…)

Day 59 “No Going Back”

waketime: out

breakfast: in

lunch: in (paid option: Isnt everyone like that to some extent?)

dinner: none

bedtime: in + out (paid option: You scare me…)

Day 60 “Truth and Malice”

waketime: in (paid option: I bet you were too lazy to notice what ur texting lol)

breakfast: in

lunch: out (paid option: Wait! What did he say?)

dinner: out (paid option: Wanna go see the beach?)

bedtime: none

[dojae-huh]

lol no i dmed the guy to untag all the members since they are unrelated to the pic but he said he did it bc many dmed him to tag all members (?) not sure bout this so yeah basically he just an attention seeker and no jh obviously wasn’t there he literally associated with rival brand and just landed when the after party happened

So be it.

There is the fact of a possibility of accidently being filmed at the party (IG reels and selcas), so I agree with you about Jaehyun being there as preeetty unlikely (it's not like he is a party lover either to go to extra measures, and I'd bet Do had dinner, took pics and ditched the event, heh).

I wouldn't call the guy an attention seeker though. He has too few posts for that and lumps parties with celebs in one post.

[drunkcommuting]

((After seeing some stuff about a future event and discussing it with a few people, I have a new theory about Gallagher that I may just keep as a verse if it turns out to not be true. Under a cut bc spoilers.

So there's gonna be an event about past Nameless. I was scrolling through all the pics of them and stumbled upon this one:

If I'm interpreting the (admittedly bad) translations of Gallagher's stories correctly, they're implying that he doesn't just aspire to be a criminal, he actually was one in his past, and that he may be living under an assumed name. "Tousled" Bob does look like him, has the same 'sloppy and lazy' aesthetic, and already has the precedent of faking his death so with no proof they found his body, he very well could still be alive.

Not to mention the parallel of Bob originally being a guard on the train and Gallagher being a security officer (and potentially the head of the Bloodhound family vs Bob becoming the navigator, though the head of the family thing I'm still placing heavy doubt on bc I've only seen it in comments on unrelated threads rather than as an actual leak)

There's also the part about Gallagher potentially being a Pathstrider of Enigmata, so he could use any powers that gives him to muddy up the past about himself so that no one who'd met Bob would make the connection. It may even potentially have gone as far back as when he left Tarantula that he had Enigmata powers.

Of course right now we have no proof of just how long ago this was, though that 'defense battle' could have been what damaged the train and led to it landing on Himeko's planet. We also have proof that there have been Nameless running around even without the train in the form of a woman on Penacony who says she used to be one. So the Nameless isn't something that just stopped existing after Akivili was gone and was revived when Himeko fixed the train.

So I'm calling it, Gallagher was a Nameless.))

[louisisalarrie]

I’m with you- whenever I hear the Harry is somewhere unless there’s pics that aren’t taken by paps, influencers, or whatever, I’m inclined to be at least a skeptical. We can’t ever say (unless there are multiple unrelated examples) for certain that photos presented as being at a specific time/date are true, can we?

I want full on timestamps and like a livestream of where he is because I do not trust that a photo of him and his stunt came out on the same day louis landed in Sydney. But also ??? I have a friend who’s a harrie and not a larrie but was like “no he’s in London I’m sure of it I saw a pic on Twitter” so people are believing he’s there 100%

[scribz-ag24]

i wonder if they’ll ever acknowledge that misunderstanding of “you spared my life bc you knew i’d grow to have a heart”, bc if they did it’d be super funny