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Hello everyone! July is almost here so I guess that everyone is curios how this month will be for them. This is a simple and short monthly guidance reading. Pick the pile that you are most drawn to and scroll down to read your monthly guidance reading for March.

Takes what resonate with you because remember that this is just a general reading and it might not apply for everyone.

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So let's get started! Enjoy! Pile 1 🕯️🖤❀ Pile 2 🕯️🖤❀ Pile 3

Pile 1‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

🌴🥥🍹 staying organized and prioritizing your tasks

🌴🥥🍹 networking and building connections with others in your industry

🌴🥥🍹 investing in your personal and professional development

🌴🥥🍹 making time for self-care and relaxation

🌴🥥🍹 staying flexible and adaptable in uncertain situations

🌴🥥🍹 seeking feedback and constructive criticism to improve

🌴🥥🍹 setting boundaries with work and personal life

🌴🥥🍹 celebrating your achievements and successes

🌴🥥🍹 staying positive and optimistic in the face of challenges

🌴🥥🍹 taking calculated risks to further your career

🌴🥥🍹 being a team player and collaborating with others

🌴🥥🍹 staying curious and seeking out new knowledge and skills

🌴🥥🍹 being proactive in seeking out new opportunities for growth and advancement.

Monthly affirmation - I face the adventure of life eagerly

Quote of the month - ,,A single rose can be my garden...a single friend my world"(Leo Buscaglia)

Power of love message - Transformation - You use the power of love to move through illusions and shift into awareness

Crystal of the month - Rose quartz - New or renewed romantic love is here for you

Flower of the month - Pink rose

‿︵‿︵���˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Pile 2‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

💿🎧✮ have faith in the universe and trust that everything happens for a reason

💿🎧✮ remember to practice self-care and take time for yourself when needed

💿🎧✮ be mindful of your thoughts and focus on positive affirmations

💿🎧✮ trust in the journey and know that you are exactly where you are meant to be

💿🎧✮ keep an open mind and be willing to learn and grow from every experience

💿🎧✮ stay grounded in the present moment and appreciate the beauty in the world around you

💿🎧✮ trust in the process of life and know that everything will fall into place at the right time

💿🎧✮ believe in yourself and your abilities to overcome any obstacles that come your way

💿🎧✮ trust in your intuition and follow your heart in making decisions

💿🎧✮ embrace challenges as opportunities for growth and learning

💿🎧✮ stay connected with your inner wisdom and trust in your inner strength

💿🎧✮ remember that you are capable of achieving great things and trust in your potential.

Monthly affirmation -I welcome and nurture the new in my life

Quote of the month - ,,A wise man has dignity without pride; a fool has pride without dignity."(Confucius)

Power of love message - Tolerance - You appreciate other points of view because you sense the love in everyone

Crystal of the month - Rhodochrosite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Yellow rose

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Pile 3‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆

☀️💛🌟 stay true to your values and goals; stay focused and determined in pursuing your dreams

☀️💛🌟 surround yourself with supportive and positive people who uplift and inspire you

☀️💛🌟 practice resilience and perseverance in the face of challenges; trust that you have the strength to overcome obstacles

☀️💛🌟 make time for activities that bring you joy and fulfillment; prioritize self-care and doing things that nourish your soul

☀️💛🌟 be open to new experiences and opportunities for growth; step out of your comfort zone and embrace the unknown

☀️💛🌟 stay connected to your higher self and spiritual beliefs; find solace and guidance in moments of uncertainty

☀️💛🌟 remember that setbacks and failures are a natural part of the journey; learn from them and use them as opportunities for growth

☀️💛🌟 celebrate your victories and accomplishments, no matter how small; acknowledge your progress and give yourself credit for your hard work

☀️💛🌟 trust in yourself and the path you are on, trust that you have the power to create the life of your dreams.

☀️💛🌟believe in your own strength and resilience to overcome any obstacles that come your way

☀️💛🌟keep shining bright, the world needs your light.

Monthly affirmation -I am serene and still.

Quote of the month - ,A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace(Tennessee Williams)

Power of love message - Commitment - You dedicate yourself to your beliefs wholeheartedly, knowing that love is the essence of your very being

Crystal of the month - Rubellite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Dahlia

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ head spinning, heart full ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🖤❗️ anon (at the end) ˚₊ ⊹

ft. hex haywire x gn! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ hex likes to act out on purpose just so that you’ll punish him┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub hex┊masochism (hex), this is pretty filthy, established relationship, bratting/brat taming, degredation, spitting (in his mouth-), edging & handjobs, bondage (shibari) & blindfolds, mentioned pictures, dacryphilia, impact play (spanking), mention of safe words, hair pulling, hella rushed ending

➤ author's note: i like the idea of a guy who is bigger than me getting bent over my lap and spanked idk you’re just as bad as me if you’re still reading┊first part inspired by this (clip)

masochist! hex haywire who will take any opportunity to rile you up with a sly smirk on his handsome face, he loves being a mischievous little shit and getting in trouble. his absolute favorite method is teasing you in public, running his fingers up your thigh, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering about how much he wants you with his low, husky voice— anything really that was subtle enough to go noticed by others, but had you flustered and glaring at him to cut it out. he really is the worst, relentless in his pursuit to get you just as horny as he is until you pull him into an isolated corner for a quick fuck. sometimes you even threaten to chain him up in front of everyone like the mutt he was if he was that much of an attention whore, but that always gets him even more excited and enticed to continue his vexing behavior more intensely.

masochist! hex haywire who everyone thinks is in charge of the relationship since everything about him screams dominant, from his mannerisms to has people yielding for him to his towering presence that has them in his shadow. he’s so tall and handsome with a gentle and mature personality to balance out his flirtatious streaks, any synonym of “submissive” simply doesn’t feel right when he’s the subject of the sentence. however, he’s only like that in the public eye to keep up the appearances, because behind closed doors when there isn’t a soul to witness the drastic change in behavior, he’s your obedient toy who’ll eagerly take anything you throw at him with a pliant smile on his face. the contrast between him in and outside the bedroom is so drastic that it almost makes you laugh whenever you think of it.

masochist! hex haywire who likes to play innocent when you finally drag him home, pretending that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about and feigning shock you begin to tear his clothes of then tie up him up. if he really wanted to, he could fight back and turn it on you, it would be so easy to have you writing under him and apologizing for being so mean to him after he was only being playful. you both know that he won’t: he wants you to pin him to the bed, he wants you to be cruel to him, he wants you to toy with him like a ken doll, he wants you to make him suffer as punishment for trying to embarrass you earlier, and he wants you to step on him while degrading him for being a filthy manwhore.

masochist! hex haywire who can’t even express how euphoric he feels when you narrow your eyes at him and look at him like dirt, pinching his chin to force his mouth open and spit a glob of saliva on his tongue then watching him swallow it gratefully. his nude body was splayed out on the queen-sized mattress like a work of art with the ropes bound around his limbs, the ribbons digging into his flesh and wrapped around his limbs in an intricate pattern fastened with knots that resembled little roses— all topped off with a blindfold fastened securely around his head so that he can’t see a thing.

masochist! hex haywire who’s so pathetic, especially when he starts moaning like a bitch when he feels your lube-drenched hand wrapping around his throbbing cock to steadily jerk him off. he has to bite on his bottom lip to hold himself back, bucking his hips closer to your touch but being restrained from doing so much as arching his back. it felt like torture, but it exactly the way he wanted, to be completely at your mercy as you retract just as he’s on the cusp of releasing. you know him too well, able to read the signs that he’s close like words in a novel, and you always know how to make the most out of that knowledge.

masochist! hex haywire who is truly a masterpiece, shivering slightly in the cold air even though he was hot enough to have his lungs heaving for breath and beads of sweat stick his hair after all of your edging (even though the bondage made panting more difficult since he was rendered unable to move an inch). the way the red from the silk and the marks littering his skin contrasted with his blue hair as well as the focus on his angry cock slapped against his stomach with beads of pre-cum leaking out the tip from your previous ministrations. he would probably blush to look down at the sight of himself if his vision wasn’t obscured by the black piece of fabric reminding you to quickly snap a photo so that you could show him later (bonus points if it was in public to make him feel just like you did earlier in the day because of him).

masochist! hex haywire who gets exhilarated when you tug on one of the ropes around his chest to pull him over your lap, breath hitching at your hand trailing down his spine as you ask him if he remembered the safe word in place. his heart was beating impossibly fast as he nodded obediently and answered it back to you, knowing exactly what you had in store for him and allowing a meek plea to follow it to confirm that he wanted this just as much as you did. even if he wasn’t blindfolded, there was no way to see how high your hand was raised for how much force was going to be behind it. all he could do was squirm in anticipation and have you hold him still, promptly smacking your palm against his ass.

masochist! hex haywire who jolted at the sudden sensation, surprised that you had already started without edging him even more. he could hear the sound of the impact reach his ears before the strike registered in his mind, a sharp whip cracking in contrast to the dull pain beginning to form. you gently rubbed circles around the area to smooth the sting, but not without telling him to keep count because you will punish him with however many were required for him to learn his lesson. maybe about ten would be a good start, giving and taking more or less depending on his reactions.

masochist! hex haywire whose voice becomes increasingly shakier with every heavy hit, swearing and gasping while sputtering out numbers. being unable to move or see only heightened all of his other senses, able to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and feel his flesh getting sensitive with just the third spank. he could only imagine how he looked slung over your lap and having his cock dripping onto the sheets below as his tender ass transitioned to a pretty rose color from his ivory skin, wildly blushing at the thought as he lets out a pained yet pleasurable moan with the fifth slap. you suddenly stopped your motions and tugged on his blue hair, making his eyes roll back to his skull behind the fabric as you asked him if he was ready to apologize for his bad behavior or if he was going to continue being a brat about it.

masochist! hex haywire who only chuckled in response. all he had to do was say sorry and you’ll let up? well, unfortunately for you, he isn’t going to ask for forgiveness about something he had no regrets about. you sighed at his blatant refusal, disappointed but not surprised, knowing that he was having too much fun to want to stop now. that’s okay though, the night was still young and you had plenty of energy and patience to discipline him even if it took all night. you always were able to reduce someone as stubborn as him to a crying mess that was just begging for your mercy with promises that he’ll never do it again.

request was [ i’ve seen a lot of images that hex oftenly uses that include him being tied up, and i’ve seen or heard somewhere that he likes to being tied up and suffering .. so may i req masochism with sub hex haywire? fic is completely up to you! ]

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Eric x reader, but with him being a vampire. It's up to you if you'd like both characters to be vamps, or perhaps the OC could just be his lover and willing meal, from time to time... 😉🖤🩸🖤

Vampire!Eric Draven x reader

Tw: mention of death, maybe blood, murder, angst

(This is like a part 2 for this ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗)

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. I had inspiration to write this little angst. I wrote it to the song on Spotify . Just let me know if someone of you want the second part (and if yes write what would you like to say him (: )

You have just moved to a new small town away from the hustle and bustle of megacities. Surprisingly, you quickly found a place to live and settled in a small house, beautiful and cozy. After unpacking all your things, you decided to explore the new city a little. After all, you've been living here for quite some time, haven't you?

And here you are standing in front of a large mansion, made in the likeness of a certain Gothic style. The massive building is decorated in dark colors. Large windows with a pleasant view of a surprisingly well-kept garden with bushes of blood-red roses; a dark pointed roof with neat tiles; dark gray walls of the mansion with peeling paint in some places. In front of your face were massive doors made of dark oak with a neat intricate engraving on them. Something like snakes.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly open the door. It doesn't give in right away, the old hinges squeak disgustingly. And here you are inside. There is a huge corridor with a large staircase directly opposite the entrance. The interior is decorated in black and red tones, in places you can see elements of silver or gold. Huge paintings in gold frames hang on both walls of the lobby. They depict some important people with menacing faces, but the text in the captions to the portraits is not legible. It's a language you don't know. A huge chandelier with burning red candles hangs on the ceiling. Even the flames on them seem scarlet. And although it's only early autumn outside, it's surprisingly cool in the mansion. It's almost sepulchral cold.

The eyes ran away from such Gothic beauty. Your heart was racing in your chest in anticipation. Something about this place was painfully familiar, as much as it was, which caused an unpleasant shiver down my spine. You definitely knew this place for sure.

Your feet carried you through the high halls by themselves, showing all the beauty of the old mansion. All these decorations, statues, tapestries over elaborate frescoes and candles gave you goosebumps.

You were here in a dream. Often your childhood dreams were accompanied by mindless walks through this empty, cold castle.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, and your feet are shuffling on the burgundy carpets with a quiet noise. There was not a soul around, and crows were cawing in the distance. But you weren't scared, not a bit. Something inside you said you were safe. And then you would find a tall mirror in a silver frame with rose inserts in the hallway. You felt everything at that moment, but you didn't control your own body. Leaning closer to the mirror, you saw everything except the face. Your fingers were gently tucking your hair behind your ears. After that, the palms gently slid down the red fabric, knocking the dust off the dress, the nails lightly tapped on the metal spokes of the corset. And at that moment, someone else's stronger arms were wrapped around your waist. You giggled while the stranger pulled you to his chest, kissing your neck.

"You're still beautiful, my rose.."

You are instantly pulled out of your memories by the same cawing of crows, once peacefully sitting on the branches of a tall tree near the estate.

You're on the second floor. It's like you're walking straight somewhere in slow motion, and numbers are flashing in your head. One, two, three, four. You walk with amazing precision around the wooden planks creaking on the floor, hidden under the palace. Your body seemed to know all the answers. This part of the estate was particularly dark, and there was no light in the hallway at all. It's strange, but it's daytime. It's only at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms that you notice a dim glow. You're going there.

It was one of the darkest rooms. The dark curtains were tightly closed, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. Candles stood on a desk in the corner of the room and a few on the floor, here and there. It seemed that the owner of the estate did not need lighting at all, but only showed someone the way. To you. At that moment, you notice a large velvet armchair with a man on it. The stranger was sitting in front of a large portrait almost the entire wall. Was there... you in the portrait?

You swallow nervously and hug yourself, taking an uncertain step closer. There are hundreds of rushing thoughts in your head, but none of them brought you proper comfort at that moment. My heart is pounding in my chest. The stranger seemed to notice you, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed, but he did not pay any attention to you, instead fixing his gaze on the portrait. His head rests on his arm in a bored manner, and you notice an open bottle of wine with a half-empty glass next to him on the table.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? I mean the painting."

The man's voice is like a bolt from the blue. His hoarse, slightly rough voice seemed to come from the very depths of his chest, giving you goosebumps. It took you a few moments to gather your courage together and answer him.

"..yes, it is."

"There's a whole story behind this simple painting," he intones, seemingly staring out the window. His movements are unreadable. But the tension in the room was palpable. And yet, it seemed to you that a stranger was watching your every move, "Would you like to hear this story?"

Your answer was silence. He probably just needed someone to listen to him.

"It's not an easy story, it doesn't have a happy ending, like in your vanilla fairy tales. Life is far from a fairy tale," he begins with a slight grin, "You see, this picture shows not an ordinary woman, she is special. Special in everything. She was the love of my life.."

At this point the man stops. Perhaps he was thinking, or it just hurt him to remember all this.

And so he gets up. His strong but neat figure floats smoothly towards the window, holding his hands behind his back. The man is wearing strict black trousers and a slightly rumpled white shirt. You notice a dark, worn raincoat resting on the arm of a chair. Black wavy hair falls carelessly over the man's broad shoulders.

"I think you've noticed that I'm not an simple person. Or rather, I'm not human at all. So, a creature with such a weak appearance. And I'm not nearly as young as this body may seem."

You take a careful step closer, placing your palm on the back of the chair in the hope of grounding yourself. The material is pleasantly warm and rough.

"..I don't remember the exact year when my journey with this woman began, and I think it's for the best..."

"You don't like remembering her?"

"It would be correct to say that I would like to forget about her," the man takes another breath, then continues, "But I can tell you how it ended and why I will never forget her. We met completely by chance, it happened at a simple city holiday. But I will always remember those big eyes shining with happiness. I fell in love with her instantly, my soul wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her. But the girl didn't know that I was a vampire. And yet, we ended up together anyway. Two incompatible worlds: the world of light and joy and the world of darkness and night. After all, I was going to propose marriage to her.."

The man's voice sounds strangely indifferent and monotonous, even calm. Although you can see how his body tightens a little during the story.

"..and she got sick right before the wedding. The doctor said she wouldn't live a week. There was terrible medicine at that time, and I was young and naive, I didn't know what I could do about it. The only option was to turn her into a vampire.. But I was selfish. I was afraid of losing her light, her warmth. Her humanity. If she became a vampire, she would lose herself. And I watched her die. She was dying in my arms. This young flower of light was fading right in my icy embrace. And yet, she kept telling me about a bright future... She was so stupid. Or too smart to realize the edge of death. Until her last breath, she loved me, she accepted that I was a vampire. Although.. She probably knew about it from the beginning. A smart girl. And she wanted a child with my eyes so much."

Finally, the man turns to face you. You immediately notice the poverty of his face and the redness of his eyes shining in the semi-darkness, like a predator's. They slowly evaluate you from head to toe. There is a slightly creepy smile on his lips. But you feel strangely comfortable, not even flinching at the intensity of his gaze.

"I was devastated and insane. It was the most intense grief in my entire eternal life. I killed too many people that year. Not to eat, to numb the pain. All the victims had their throats chewed out and their bellies ripped open. All the bodies were in the town square, the residents were afraid to go out into the streets," a slight smile plays on his face, "The servants began to fear me, their master. I locked myself in the mansion for years, just staring at this portrait. And no one else in this city has heard about me, and meanwhile the residents have a new horror story for kids: the bloody Count Eric Draven."

The man pauses for a moment, taking a few steps forward. His hand touches your cheek. His cold touch burns.

"I loved her more than my life.. and now you. It's like fate is playing with me, opening old rotten wounds."

Eric's words are full of despair and sorrow, and you can see how his eyes are almost filled with tears, but he restrains himself.

"I'm a simple little human who was interested in seeing an old abandoned mansion.." you say with a bit of fear, trying to distance yourself from the unpleasant cold of his skin.

The man comes, grabbing your face and burying his long fingers in your hair, squeezing slightly.

"But you look exactly like her! Face, voice, movements.. It's like she's talking to me through you. And here we are again, dear Y/N.."

A sad smile slides over the pale face. Your body tightens when he unmistakably calls your name. Your heart tells you to snuggle up to his gentle touch, hug this lonely, strangely dear man, but your mind screams the opposite.

"Answer me, am I going crazy..?" This time his voice sounds on the verge of tears and you can see how his hands are shaking.

"..I don't know."

"You don't know... Please don't leave me again. I've been waiting too long. You made my dead heart beat and now you're taking this long-awaited life out of it again. Please, my rose.. Give me a chance, you'll remember everything. I will show you our world anew, I will teach you how to love me.. please."

[moonineighthhouse]

🌙🖤 Moon in the 8th House: A Dance of Shadows and Light 🖤🌙

artwork by Bailey Black

🌙🖤 Reflections on 8th House Connections 🖤🌙

For some reason I attract these type of relationships like crazy. I've got it with my dad, my younger brother, my best friend, my exes. my boss, and my current boyfriend and probably more people that I don't know about. I have my moon in my 9th house-the house of personal growth, travel and adventure. so I always end up being the moon in someone else's 8th house. I've read a lot of stuff on the internet where people romanticize it. People need to stop doing that. It's can be intense, passionate, and depending on how emotionally healthy you and the other person is at the time of the relationship-it can trigger insecurities in both individuals-partly due to the intense bonding/passion-thus causing a control issue in the relationship. Yes, the psychic thing is very real with all 8th house relationship. It can be healing, painful or both.

Here is a simple oveview of what I've learned about the various positions in the 8th house.

Artwork by Bailey Black

Moon Conjunct Moon: You'll be each other's mirror. (I got this with my current boyfriend. My moon is in his 8th house along with our moon being only 2 degrees apaprt!) Whatever insecure issues you got-the other person will have the same ones also. I see this in siblings a lot. If you're in a moon/moon 8th house relationship like me-you must (not an option) do a lot of emotional work-you and the other person need to be highly evolved or know how to regulate your emotions. It's not for immature and or emotionally unhealthy people. It can end up being one of the most defining relationships of your life or it will become the biggest regret of your life.

Sun Conjunct Moon: This is the classic “we’re two sides of the same coin.” Expect a deep emotional bond that feels like you’re sharing a secret language. It'll feel like you've known each other since you were kids even though you just met them a few minutes ago. You get each other on a soul level but don’t lose yourselves in the process. This feeling can get addictive. Again, make sure you spend time away from each other-it's so easy to lose yourself in this type of relationship and when it ends...you just want to tear your heart out... (I just want to add that sometimes the other person for whatever reason isn't ready for an intense relationship like this and so they may not return your affection or worse they run away from you. Either way it's painful-just from personal experience. You just have to remind yourself-its them and not you!)

Venus Conjunct Moon: Welcome to the romance zone! This combo brings emotional connection wrapped in affection. You’ll find beauty in being vulnerable. If you have this with with your mother or a same sex sibling/friend...it's the friends for life. With this person in your life-you know you they will always got your back!

Mars Conjunct Moon: Intense animalistic raw passionate energy🎸🔥It can burn out very easy, it can also lead to intense competition if you're not emotionally healthy. (fun fact-Marilyn Monroe had this alignment with Joe DiMaggio. She famously broke his heart and he never got over it. After her untimely death-DiMaggio faithfully placed a dozen pink baby roses on her grave every week until the end of his life)

Mercury Conjunct Moon: This relationship is one of the best to have for those looking for one that'll last a life time. It's great for work colleagues. You two will never be bore together, you'll always be doing something, got tons of projects going on and communication? that'll be this relationship's super power.

Jupiter Conjunct Moon: Get ready for emotional expansion and spiritual growth. This combo encourages optimism and adventure in your relationship. You’ll inspire each other to explore new emotional depths and experiences. Just remember to stay grounded; not every wild idea needs to be acted on! 🎢🖤(I got this with a very close friend. All we have to do is look at each other and we'll start laughing for no reason. We turn into 8 years old kids when we get together. Not every wild idea needs to be acted on? Ya, we need to follow our own advice more!)

Saturn Conjunct Moon: Lots of stability and commitment but it can reveal fears and insecurities-but this can lead to lots of healing if you're open to it. A great combo of everything that's good in a relationship but make sure you communicate and talk to each other.

Pluto Conjunct Moon: This is where transformation meets emotional intensity. Not always an easy relationship. A lot of love/hate/frenemy enemegy. It's a transformative relationship technically but it can also bring out a lot of darkness/revenge plotting/I would say be careful with this one. Requires a lot of maturity not age wise but emotional maturity.🖤

Artwork by Bailey Black

[woundthatswallows]

if you have time, can you tell us what your favorite films of all time are? in no particular order (your blog is inspiring)

yess i would love to🖤🖤 and thank you so much!! i'm so happy to hear that, spreading film inspiration is my fave thing abt this place :) i'll do chronological order and put a ⭐️ next to my top top faves that make me want to scream when i think of them etc ! this is going to be Long .... but i swear all of these make me crazy. when u watch a lot of movies u have a lot of all time faves <3

the passion of joan of arc 1927⭐️

city lights 1931

design for living 1933⭐️

it happened one night 1934

history is made at night 1937

bringing up baby 1938

midnight 1939

the lady eve 1941⭐️

arsenic and old lace 1944⭐️

sunset boulevard 1955⭐️

all about eve 1950

rear window 1954

carnival of souls 1962⭐️

cléo de 5 - 7 1962

the servant 1963

repulsion 1965

les demoiselles de rocherfort 1967⭐️

secret ceremony 1968⭐️

teorema 1968⭐️

the cremator 1969⭐️

multiple maniacs 1970⭐️

harold and maude⭐️

let's scare jessica to death 1971⭐️

sophie's way 1971

pink flamingos⭐️

la rose der fer 1973

female trouble 1974

vampyres 1974

scenes from a marriage 1974

the rocky horror picture show 1975⭐️

jeanne dielman 1975

nashville 1975

the witch who came from the sea 1976

l'une chante l'autre pas 1977⭐️

3 women 1977⭐️

hausu 1977⭐️

girlfriends 1978⭐️

possession 1981⭐️

the beyond 1981

la morte vivante 1982⭐️

valley girl 1983

a zed & two noughts 1985 ⭐️

blue velvet 1986⭐️

moonstruck 1987⭐️

wings of desire 1987⭐️

evil dead ii 1987

hellraiser 1987

hellbound: hellraiser 2 1988

dead ringers 1988⭐️

the cook the thief his wife & her lover 1989

wild at heart 1990⭐️

goodfellas 1990⭐️

nekromantik 2 1991⭐️

twin peaks fire walk with me 1992⭐️

the living end 1992

dazed and confused 1993⭐️

natural born killers 1994⭐️

angela 1995

crash 1996⭐️

kissed 1996⭐️

les deux vampires 1996

ringu 1998

10 things i hate about you 1999

ginger snaps 2000⭐️

cecil b demented 2000⭐️

american psycho 2000⭐️

hedwig and the angry inch 2001⭐️

la pianiste 2001⭐️

dans ma peau 2002⭐️

inland empire 2006

martyrs 2008⭐️

phantom thread 2017⭐️

the velvet underground 2021

here's my letterboxd list of faves too that has some more too- did this mostly off the top of my head. + this is my tentatively ranked top 30!

[rosejacksonwright]

'My Angel Cat; Rest In Peace'

- Art By RoseJW 🌹🖤🎶

- 6x4" Inches; Mixed Media On File Card

(2017)

#Cat #RestInPeace #BlackAndWhite #AntiAbuse #Justice #Karma #Commissions #GuardianAngel #Protected #Inspire #Gift #Purpose #Faith #Manifest #Create #Recovery #Healer #Power #Independent #Universe #Genuine #RealBeauty #NaturalBeauty #Soul #Color #Decorative #Pattern #Conceptual #Abstract #Pen #MixedMedia #AbstractFigurative

#Art #Drawing #FineArt #Rose #RJW #RosannaJacksonWright

- For Tibby; Life With Ali & Ruby

[dollthorne]

𝕺𝕮𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖘: 𝖁:𝕿𝕸 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓🖤

tagged by @perpetuagf to do this uquiz to analyze my ocs and their color auras. very fun lil deep dive into the minds of my lil guys.

tagging: @jacobseed 🖤 @druidgroves 🖤 @devilbrakers 🖤 @clericofilmater 🖤 @bethesdas 🖤 and whoever is reading this and wants to join in!

𝔐𝖎𝔞; 𝕬𝔪𝖆𝔯𝖆𝔫𝖙𝔥

bundled flowers, ribbon, Merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet. your essence is amaranth: you are engaging and passionate, but never out of place. you do what needs to be done; your confidence is unflinching, least of all when something has slipped beneath your standards. it is hard to live up to the image you imagine others have of you. you are the demonstrator. you are the debutante. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, pearl, noir, and magenta, who share your inner intensity. you are also drawn to the ambitious amethyst and indigo, who will help you grow and inspire your actions. however, you may struggle to get along with the mercurial personalities of teal and bronze who wish to be free spirits.

𝖂𝔥𝖎𝔰𝖕𝔢𝖗; ℌ𝖔𝔫𝖊𝔶𝖘𝔲𝖈𝔨𝖑𝔢

succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles. your essence is honeysuckle: you are quiet and avoidant, submerged in your own privacy. you compartmentalize effortlessly; you are many pieces, and rarely do others see the whole picture. you are creative but trepid -- cautious to address your feelings even in solitude. you are the recluse. you are the librarian. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of moss, chartreuse, sage, and peach, who share your profound curiosity. you are also drawn to the expressive souls sea-foam and apricot, who will help you grow and trust others to listen respectfully to you. however, you may struggle to get along with the people-pleasing personalities of rose and cream who come across as shallow and pandering.

ℨ𝖊𝔯Ø; ℜ𝖊𝔡

leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals. your essence is red: you are a spirit of intensity who effortlessly inspires others. you struggle to slow down; there is always another goal, another prize, to prove you are strong enough to them. you cannot stop speaking for the voiceless. you are the torch-wielder. you are the rebel. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, blush, terracotta, and fire, who share your unapologetic nature. you are also drawn to the free-spirited souls purple and yellow, who will help you grow and see that you can lighten your heart sometimes. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of blue and brown who are too methodical.

𝔄𝖗𝔦𝖆𝔡𝖓𝔢; 𝕾𝔢𝖆-𝕱𝔬𝖆𝔪

clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells. your essence is sea-foam: you lose yourself in dreams and drift away from reality. happiness is easier when alone; your sensitivity has borne you too many scars to risk honesty again. your imagination and intuition help you dive deep into introspection, at the cost of truly unfurling. you are the dreamer. you are the wallflower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of teal, jade, sky, and sage, who similarly value their authenticity. you are also drawn to the diligent honeysuckle and coral, who will help you grow and turn your thoughts to reality. however, you may struggle to get along with the stubborn personalities of pearl and tawny who have no room for contradiction.

[strapinandstraponyourstrapons]

no one asked for this, don't read all this, keep scrolling, save yourself

i was inspired by @canary44 's theo raeken coded playlist, and i really wanted to make theo a sad boi playlist of songs by my favourite artist. aurora's music is very special to me; she makes me feel a lot and has gotten me through some very tough moments in life. so i wanted to pick songs for theo that i thought sounded like echoes of his grief, or invitations to lean into his softer parts, and to not let pain tear him apart.

did i add like, half of her discography? yes but i could have added more so don't fucking try me🥰💅✨

if anyone doesn't wanna listen to the whole thing but wants the vibes, here's a breakdown.

grieving songs: Runaway, Little Boy in the Grass, Lucky, Winter Bird (he would 100% cry to it while thinking about tara, argue with the wall), Through The Eyes Of A Child, It Happened Quiet

healing songs: Conqueror, Warrior, All Is Soft Inside, Infections Of A Different Kind, The River, Daydreamer, Soft Universe, Giving In To The Love, This Could Be A Dream

"fuck you dread doctors and fuck you god" songs: Running With The Wolves, Churchyard, You Keep Me Crawling, Blood In The Wine, The Devil Is Human

"haha i'm fucked up" songs: In Boxes, Soulless Creatures, In Bottles, The Innocent

i'm also going to add some lyrics from each song that reminded me of him here bc i love her lyrics so muuuuuuuuch🖤

Runaway

and all this time i have been lyin

oh lyin in secret to myself

i've been putting sorrow on the farthest place

on my shelf, la-di-da

and i was runnin far away

would i run off the world someday?

nobody knows, nobody knows

and i was dancing in the rain i felt alive and i can't complain

but no, take me home, take me home where i belong, i got no other place to go

Running With The Wolves

there's blood on your lies

the sky's open wide

there is nowhere for you to hide

the hunter's moon is shining

i'm running with the wolves tonight

In Boxes

calling out for the lonely, i am going home

i've been doing awful things again

i hear them laughing in my head

Little Boy In The Grass

when will my healing come?

when will my healing come along?

sinking like a stone

when will my healing come along?

finally i am over it all

finally i am over it all

Conqueror

broken mornings, broken nights and broken days inbetween

open ground the sky is open, makes an open scene

Lucky

i, i don't know where i am, where i'll go

where to even begin when i know

what lies behind, makes no sense in my mind

but i know that it's time to let go

and i feel the light for the very first time

not anybody knows that i am lucky to be alive

Winter Bird

silent things

violent chase

we are dancing again in a dream by the lake

my tears are always frozen

i can see the air i breathe

got my fingers painting pictures on the glass in front of me

lay me by the frozen river where the boats have passed me by

all i need is to remember how it was to feel alive

Through The Eyes Of A Child

when a human strokes your skin

that is when you let them in

let them in before they go

i would rather feel alive with a childlike soul

with a childlike soul

Warrior

i can't recall the last time i opened my eyes to see the world as beautiful

and i built a cage to hide in

i'm hiding, i'm trying to battle the night

let love conquer your mind

warrior, warrior

just reach out for the light

warrior, warrior

All Is Soft Inside

i don't know why, but i feel down

you need to know, i can't go on

i was a rose, i was an animal

don't let me change, don't let me go

all around is stone, all is soft inside

It Happened Quiet

you fell apart

like a stone can be broken into sand

a thousand pieces

spread across a crying land

and you can't remember that day

but you know it happened quiet

so quiet

Churchyard

hate followed him gently

black seeds in his heart

roots tearing the love in him apart

he told me i belong in a churchyard

he told me i could walk away but i wouldn't get far

tell me how do people know what is hurt, what is love?

he told me i belong in a churchyard

Soft Universe

don't let me turn into pain

all of this is loveliness

chaos came, we laid our head

down on a feather cotton bed

you find a heart and catch your breath

let the universe go red

speak to me, speak to me

with love in your words

make for me, make for me

a soft universe

Infections Of A Different Kind

and i beg, i beg to be drained

from the pain i have soaked myself in

so i can stay okay

and more than okay for a while

for a while, for a while

The River

don't forget who you are even though you are hurt

you are caught in a wire and soon it will burst

you can cry

drinking your eyes

do you miss the sadness when it's gone?

and you let the river run wild

Daydreamers

i step on broken glass

and dream of soft clouds

when feelings are heavy they become

all we are

and we become

nighttime dreamers, street walkers, small talkers

when we should be

daydreamers, and moonwalkers, and dream talkers

Soulless Creatures

never knew this curious head of mine

never knew what is love if kept inside

nothing but an endless empty heart

like laying a seed within the dark

give me a piece of your heart

give me a piece of your hands as we go

In Bottles

i will kindly watch you sleep

i find out that your eyes are open

i hide all the pieces that you never would have liked

if you knew about them

so i hide my children

oh, cover your eyes, cover your eyes

hide me inside

under your spine, under your spine

Giving In To The Love

cause if i'm not loved, i guess that i am cursed

i gotta know how to beat it, beat it first

if i'll be somebody i'll never let my skin decide it for me

i never had the world so why change for it

i never had the world so why change for it

giving in to the love, giving in to the love

giving in to the love, the love, the love, the love

You Keep Me Crawling

if i keep, if i keep forgiving

maybe i'll believe that you never meant for life to hurt for me

maybe i'll recover if you set me free

but why does it make me feel like i am weak and small?

why do i keep begging like the animal?

maybe it's because i need to serve someone

so you keep me crawling on my knees

The Innocent

danger in the boy that would lose control

when everyone thought he had a heart of gold

i remember how we used to play

he'd let me win if i let him stay

left without a single trace

i don't know why he said goodbye to love

Blood In The Wine

i was given a heart before i was given a mind

a thirst for pleasure and war

a hunger we keep inside

we fell from sky with grace, and life gave us a sweeter taste

you can drink, you can feast

there's beauty in your beast

the flesh and the fruit and the blood in the wine

come on feel alive, lover

come on feel the love, like a sinner

shout it louder, shout it for the ones who can never say

i won't feel ashamed, mother

can you break the chains, of her

shout it louder, not a sinner

she's a lover

This Could Be A Dream

feeling so alive can hurt so very much

when you're losing touch

but if i touched you, would you feel it there?

could i trust love, even if i'm scared?

oh i wish i could give like i'm longing to give

oh i wish i could live like i'm longing to live

The Devil Is Human

oh do you envy how i'm free?

how the life in me is real

running barefoot through the fields

oh does it hurt how i don't look at you with fear?

do you like to watch me kneel

'cause the way it makes you feel?

and i hear you don't like it

i don't care if you don't

...if you actually indulged me and read all this i'm sorry but what is wrong with you

[lilithkeir]

BLOODLINE🩸 In every bloodline, there comes a time when the poisons grow weak , and the purity is reassigned. They were a future father and mother who needed help the most, but they were damaged young and were never properly taught to cope. using one's tongue as a 2 edged sword. Peircing each child with unforgettable words. It's instinct to them its all that they know. They were never taught how compassion was supposed to be shown. They saw screaming, hitting, and sexual abuse after years of nothing else they were confused about what to choose. You learn from what's around you, and most of what they had was pain. They got a small  portion of love, but not enough to eat away the shame. In the end, their upbringing just wasn't sufficient. too much time had passed, and it was too late to fix it. Nothing seemed to free their souls from their parents' toxic touch. They cleansed some of themselves, but their values were still too rough..now they will go on to raise a new generation. Patiently waiting to see if their spawn can make it. They will try to be everything that their parents should have been, but the hate and trauma will be inbedded too far within. Time will pass, and life will start to show that even their child would be unintentionally exposed. As expected, the hurt will be passed down again, but one child from this generation has the key to create an end. Despite being born from an immoral seed. The purpose of this child was to grow up to lead. Even after life broke the child down, they still rose up and fought to be that little bit of good around. Instead of burning bridges, they built them for others. They studied what they were never taught  and learned to recover. Just one child who refused to drink the poisons presented their future blood with never-ending choices. The choice to do good and to not demonstrate abuse to have their very own boundaries that only they get to choose. The choice to grow  old without a life of regret. The choice to start pure again and create the most inspiring generation yet.

-Lilith 🖤

[littlefreya]

Autumn Blood

Summary: The rumours warn to stir far from the cottage down the clearing. Who knows who hides between these pitted walls? But curiosity trumps logic, and now that the wolf caught the scent of his prey, this little red ridin' hood wandered into a trap..

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (3rd person pov - no ethnicity or body type)

Word count: 3.8

Warnings: 18+, Dark, Non-Consensual sex, dubious consent, chasing, outdoors, primal sex, fingering, orgasm, doogystyle, creampie, light breeding, kidnapping, my overuse of forest metaphor and cottagecore. Please proceed with caution.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: There you go, a dark Lumberjack August no one asked for. Inspired by a conversation I had. Many thanks to @agniavateira my love and beta and for the moral support from @the-soot-sprite  and @wondersofdreaming​. Now my anxiety attacks me so I must vanish! Poof! 

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

Autumn blood

There was a mysterious cottage down in the clearing of the forest—a house built of crude stone bricks and a roof made of red clay tiles. Verdant lichen and damp moss cloaked the rough exterior, silently preserving the house’s secrets while fooling each random spectator to assume it stood centuries-long forsaken. 

But, during the nights, dim lights beamed from the windows and smoke—thick as deadly fog—rose from the chimney.

The folks who resided in the town nearby warned her not to go into the woods. 

“The man who lives there used to be a murderer!”

“I heard he is not even a man...”

“Aye! A blood-thirsty monster, as ugly as they come.”

Angie always thought it was nothing but an urban legend. Different versions of the story would glide up in the air during drunken evenings at the local pub, played in different tunes each time like old fishermen hymns. In some of them, the murderer was a hag, and in others, a troll. 

“Bullshit!” she called out, chugging a cold beer.

Truth be told, no living soul ever saw this so-called homicidal cottage dweller. And Angie, being a nosy young thing, was bested by curiosity. On a quiet Autumn afternoon, she wore her best hiking shoes and decided to go and see for herself who lived in the cabin in the woods. 

Lithe clouds hunkered over the pines, the shy sun merely an illusion in the sky as the air ran cold despite the interstices of golden daylight. Working her way through rusty dry leaves and fresh growing fungus, she caressed the peeling scales of an ancient trunk, paying no mind to the insects and mould that flourished within. 

Fear hardly came to mind, but then again, Angie was constantly reprimanded for being “too brave”—as if bravery was something a woman should not possess. 

Following a narrow river vein that led toward the clearing, she could see the hint of dying daylight where the trees grew sparse at the edge of the woodland while the unmistakable scent of burning coals teased her nose. There was a sound; a sluggish, muffled cadence of thuds, reminding her of a blacksmith or a carpenter hitting a hammer over a plank of wood. 

Someone was indeed home. 

Adamant to solve the mystery, Angie squeezed her way through a slender crevice between two large oaks, carefully making her way out of the darkening thicket. Excitement prickled her arms and flourished in her lungs, almost bursting into a gasp at the sight of the infamous cottage. There it lay a few meters down the hill, surrounded by wild yellow chrysanthemums and a small patch of soil dotted with herbs and vegetables. Hunting and gardening gear hung over corroded iron hooks ledged to the wall; on the pebbled entrance rested a pair of muddy running shoes.

There was a fascinating beauty to the cosy structure, one dimmed by an odd, gruesome sense that pervaded her bawls like the worms digging through dirt beneath her feet. Still, the infectious hunger for knowledge left her restless. Forgoing her survival instincts, she made her way down the mushy slope, tracking the dull source of noise that became louder with her inching steps and her gut twisting with a lurching sense of unease.

Closer, closer, the legend took the shape of reality. A crisp thwack and a rattle melded into a steady rhythm, the wheeze of air was sliced by an object so sharp she could feel the wind ache. Just when she thought her heart wouldn’t race any faster, a sonorous groan of labour made her pause on her steps with a soft hiss.

It could have been mistaken for a clap of distant thunder, had the dark amber rays of the setting sun weren’t as clear amidst the cotton clouds.

‘Just a quick peek, and I’ll leave.’

Engulfed by fickle temptation, her fingers sailed across cold, slippery bricks, caressing the pillowy pith of moss while mystery and dread unfolded before her flaring eyes.

Wood splinters and droplets of sweat flew with every swing of a heavy axe that laid in the large hands of a man not older than mid-thirties; a giant, possibly, a hulking beast whose red-plaid shirt hung by stubborn threads where his massive biceps swelled. Underneath the cap that covered his dark hair was a determined scowl that complimented his shapely nose and the thick moustache decorating his stubbly face.

Angie’s thoughts lingered, fallen victim to the lure of sombre beauty that felt eerily dangerous. 

‘He is just a man,’ she convinced herself, ‘one that was not to be judged from rumours slurred by drunken old hunters.’ 

The stranger hacked a couple of logs and waved the axe as if it weighed nothing. Perching the handle against his shoulder, he kicked the cleaved remnants into a pile and huffed as if all the load of the world was on his shoulders. He turned aside toward his labour when he caught sight of his invader - and his gaze, oh god, his gaze was the incarnation of an unyielding frost. 

One look, and she was infected by the cold, her veins turning rigid inside her limbs.

“What are you doing on my property?” Menacingly, the man crooked an eyebrow, the final rays of sunlight falling on his face, soaking his eyes in various shades of crystal blue. His accent was foreign to this land—an American, no doubt—and she was wise enough to realise this man came here to hide. Locking her gaze, he stretched his shoulders, looking more intimidating, if that was even a possibility. 

Angie’s throat became incredibly parched, her muscles stiff as stone while every nerve in her body screamed at her to run. “I… I…” 

Slowly, terrifyingly, an insidious grin crept between his stubbly cheeks, a grin harbouring all the fright of nightmarish fireside stories ever told. 

Oh, the fun they would have.

“No one ever comes here. I haven’t seen a woman in a while.” 

Angie’s shivering thighs threatened to clench at the low timbre poisoned by pungent malice. Unbidden, it wished to penetrate the slippery pit that hid at the apex of her body. 

With a swift motion, he threw the axe aside where it sliced into the soaked ground with a squelch. Next flew his cap, exposing a nest of earthy curls steeped in sweat. The bewhiskered stranger swept a hand through those locks and then brushed his thick moustache.

“Shall we then, my angel?”

Despite the war drums booming in her ears, Angie tilted her head naively. Stupid little fluffy rabbit, was it so hard to realise her own doom?

“Shall... we?” 

He smiled darkly and cracked his neck from side to side. 

“One… two...”

As the earth swallowed the sun completely, her mind cleared. Led merely by a survival instinct, she paced backwards and rushed into the welcoming stygian tentacles of the forest. Shrouded by horror, her feet kicked the ground, skipping over dead felled barks and rocks that she swore weren’t there before. 

It was as if nature conspired against her, and in the back of her mind, she wondered whether this was a nightmare, but couldn’t find in her to stop and see if her chaser was but a phantom. She could still hear him counting, ‘three… four...’ in that voice that was both seductive and the very essence of lancinating fear.  

‘Five… six...’

Echoes of his trail chasing her misguided her feet. Her breath shallowed as she trod deeper into a lair of monstrous trees. Thick and long branches tangled above, turning into a cage. Fighting the burn in her lungs, she convinced herself that she was safe. He was far too large, heavy, and bereft of agility; and even more so, betrayed by his weight. This would provide her with the advantage of slipping away. 

‘Seven… eight...’

The path became slim and yet endless. A mist of pale verdant-blue draped over, a shade so gloomy she felt the layer of ice stiffening her bones while fighting her way through the dour thicket. Large roots and feral branches sought to grasp her, leaving bleeding scratches over her limbs. 

Attempting to find the way out or at least a place to hide, she diverted from the path, sneaking into a groove where the ground sounded wet and felt colder beneath her sole. Her pace abruptly halted as her jumper got caught by a branch of a giant tree, forcing her backwards.

Not bothering to turn she grunted, making a violent effort to get loose from the treacherous branch.

“Nine… ten.”

Her bawls turned to ice at once. 

‘Did that tree let out a powerful groan?’ 

“I know this forest like the back of my hand. Sweet of you to think you stood any chance, but I must thank you. I do appreciate a good chase.” Large arms trapped her in a death hold, pressing her against the wall of his warm chest while something wet and slippery slithered up her neck.

Riddled with wild tremors, she wished to protest, to claw for her freedom. Although her will screamed to fight and run, all that flowed from her body was a pathetic wail, which to her lack of fortune, seemed to excite him. 

“I’m August, in case you need a name to scream.” 

His axe-coarse palm slid beneath her top, tainting the soft flesh with a gruesome touch exuding of masculine possession. He groped and squeezed to the point of pain, wishing to leave his heinous legacy embedded under her pelt. 

Icy terror hadn’t even begun to unravel when she felt the press of his hard groin grinding into the small of her back.  

“Help!!!” Finally, she managed a scream, only to have it return a dozen times over as if 12 other girls wailed into the void. Tears of grief soon seared her cheeks at the aching realisation that her howls will be heard and seen by no one other than her assailer—who, quite clearly, feasted on her agony. 

Still a woman with a will of iron, she did her best to break his hold, her arms and legs flying to the air, no stronger than the dry brittle twigs that cracked beneath his leaden stomp.

A wolfish glee spread upon August’s face instead, pleased by the rare find that brought herself to his very doorstep. There was much pleasure to be found in resistance; he could only hope she would enjoy him as much as he was about to enjoy spreading her open, but he would have her nevertheless.  

With a slight struggle, she found herself subdued on a lush pelt of dead leaves and pillowy shrooms; her senses lost to a thick fog of despair as August raked her arms above her head and rooted fingers around her wrists. Even in the scarce light, she could make the eldritch lustre of his eyes, a beautiful pale azure glint that cut like shards of glass. Rustic musk gusts upon her like a cloud of intoxication, making chaos of her instincts. 

This uncaring feral mien must have been inherited to him from the woodland—the same harmful beauty that bathed her with guilt as wetness flourished between the legs she fought to keep shut.

The wolf in him caught the scent of blood. Beaming, he leaned closer to the trail of tears that marked her cheeks and licked the droplets with an elated groan. 

“My my, you taste so good, little one, I bet your cherry is ripe too…”

Goosebumps prickled across her skin as the soft brush of his paw lightly skimmed down her torso, knuckles feathering below her navel as he unzipped her jeans. His hand slipped below her underwear before she could even muster a protest, calloused fingertips sinking into a warm lake of unwanted lust. 

“Hmm,” he uttered with wonder, his invasive digit diving to test her waters. Despite the cry that broke from her throat, her walls already squeezed around him, trying to force him out and pull him deeper at the same time.

“Interesting.”

“No, no! Let go of me !!! Let me go!!!” She tearfully implored, only to be silenced by his prowling mouth. Forcefully, he preyed on her lips as his thumb grazed the little hidden pearl at her apex to manipulate her mouth open. His vile tongue sieged her sacred cavern, though not forgoing his style. Earnestly, he kissed her in the mien of a younger man who takes a bride, regarding each note of flavour as if savouring honeyed mead. 

Lost to shadowy ecstasy, she cried a a bemused agonised yelp into his throat. Harder he devoured her, the bristle of his moustache burning the corners of her mouth while his finger continued to pump and toy with her drenched crevice. Self-hatred gushed through her veins once her body foolishly arched into his touch, giving in to this animal despite her burning protest. 

Never in her life had she been so betrayed: failed by the forest, by her foolish curiosity, and by feral instincts that wrongfully considered this stranger’s touch to be consensual. 

But August found himself elated beyond belief, thrilled by the carnal haze that worked in his favour.

‘Ain’t no fun in fucking a dry cunt.’

Though, she had no wish to make this wretched beast feel desired. In her best offence, she clamped her teeth at his bottom lip. 

August felt the tinge of iron and tore his lips from hers; licking the blood off, he then squeezed her wrists. 

“This little rabbit appears to be a feral lynx, it seems,” he growled yet not with anger but with a deep rumble of appreciation. The girl was far more interesting than he imagined, a nosy adventurous spirit. It was time to show her what curiosity brought upon the cat. Pulling back to stand on his knees, he sent a hand to tug at his belt. Angie fell paralysed below him, covered by a damp layer of chilling panic as he pulled out his enormous shaft, presenting it with pride. Up and down, he stroked its length, the head of his ‘beast’ salivating at the sight of delicious dinner. 

Angie whimpered with distress, though between her clenching thighs, her cunt throbbed with a need she could no longer disregard. It was but a brief moment when she imagined how this animal would feel inside her, splitting her asunder, again and again. 

It made her want to scream even louder.

“I know,” August grinned, voice seeping with arrogance. His hand left her rigid wrists in favour of her jumper, peeling it above her chest and vehemently tugging her bra to expose her breasts.

It’s been so long since he fed the vicious animal within, far too long.

“Little nosy cat...” he hummed, “you screech now, but I will make you purr by the end of the night.”

Hate set fire to her blood at the sound of his words, unable to bear being his ‘meal’. As August’s hands worked to strip her of her last protecting garment, a sudden adrenaline surge burst in her heart. Her frozen muscles filled with courage, pushing her to fight back. 

Folding her knee, she kicked the large man, making him fall back with a pained snarl. 

There was little time to plan an escape strategy. Her brow furrowed with feline determination as she flipped on her knees and began crawling through the rustling foliage. Amidst a wall of elder oaks, two large roots entangled above the ground, creating a low cove. He would not fit, he could not reach her if she’d manage her way through. Still on her knees, she hurried toward hope, her heart beating loudly at the thrill presented by escape. 

Her right arm passed through the path. Digging into the soil and sinewy saplings, she managed to pull herself farther when her ankles were captured by his claws. With a blood-chilling shriek, she was dragged back.

Long, rigid fingers etched around the seams of her denim and within seconds, her womanhood was exposed to the first stars that crested the evening sky.

“Fine,” August rebuked unforgiving, “like a bitch then!” 

Somewhere among the ocean of green, a lone wolf howled at the rising moon, its melancholic yelp playing harmonically to Angie’s cry of grievous pain as August defiled her with one harsh thrust. Stretched and parted open, she was wrapped around him completely, becoming a vessel to a cruel man who seized her deeper than she could bear. 

And still, despite the pain, despite the bludgeoning shame, her lake seethed of sultry at his forced entry.

Holding one hand around her waist and the other locked at her nape, he broke into a long aching exhale sounding like a dragon awakened from a long slumber. His torso clenched at the feel of her little cunt twitching around his girth. He stilled and took this moment to bask in his astonishment, hoping to last and memorise each second of their union. 

“Oh, sweetling, you feel amazing.”

Dropping her head with defeat, she sobbed, preparing herself for the moment he would begin to ram her. Or was it some sick anticipation? The throb of the thick beast inside her brought a sensation she fought to push back, a fickle yearning to urge for more. 

Friction… she wanted it… needed it…

Keen on giving her what she needed without her having to beg, he began to pump himself inside her, slowly dragging his thick shaft out only to dive fully in. He gave no care for the yips and cries and how pathetically she shook her head with every thrust that made her flesh ripple. 

Was it him she resisted or herself? For he could definitely feel how desperately she wanted him to fuck her. 

“Purring already, kitten?” he taunted and grunted as her canal further clenched. Closing his eyes, he imagined swimming naked in a hot fjord during a harsh winter. 

She imagined bathing in darkness, the shadows penetrating her, in and out, abysmally satisfying. To her great misery, his flesh brought white-hot pleasure the more vigorously it split into hers.   

It was the way of nature and this animal that stuffed her full of his manhood, was as beautiful as the white veil of the Milky Way beyond the coppice. Shocked by the unforgiving tendrils of bliss that began to weave within her, she shuddered. Even the sound of his incoherent chants was pleasing as he crudely snapped his hips into her rear to delve faster and deeper into her lake of mysteries. 

The quivering whimper that spurred from her throat was inevitable. Little spasms tingled where his ridged shaft battered her profoundly, illuminating her from within. Desperate to maintain whatever was left of her senses, she wished to go elsewhere in her mind. Yet neither August nor her body allowed it; pleasure continued to grow inside her, consuming like fire through a forest. 

Palms plastered to the ground, she gathered wet leaves between her fingers and finally gave in,  moaning and senselessly arching her back to indulge him, to serve a better passage for the beast to graze a spot that made her see fireflies cascade in the darkness. 

August gaped as she bucked and writhed against him, no longer hissing in protest but now succumbing to desire with her head bowed down to her owner, her cunt milking in and yanking around him in a familiar gyrate.

“I can feel it, sweetling,” he gasped, feeling himself growing impossibly hard, “you want to come, don’t you, kitten? You want to come with me filling you.” 

Not waiting for an answer, his paw glided from her hip to skim toward the spot where they were connected. Tenderly he brushed the tip of his index finger from the seams of her stuffed sleek, feeling himself sliding in and out for a brief second before shifting to brush her clit. Everything fell into place in a brief moment: their rhythm, the squelching sound of their wet bodies slapping into one another, and their feral howls that laced into her powerful delirium.

Angie felt radiant light spilling down her loins, permeating through her with an erratic flush that swept her into the euphoric glow. Overrun with the intensity of pleasure, her muscles quaked and snugged around him as if he was her lover. 

August’s gasps became abruptly erratic, his spine and the taut muscles of his belly thrummed with a surge of bliss. With a final slam of his hips into her ass, he flooded her with the hot creamy promise of life before he faltered to crouch on top of her with his entire body covering hers.

Perched on her elbows she trembled, the abrupt silence between them brought back the whispers of the woodland’s natural inhabitants. She could hear the cackle of chubby toads, bats that squeaked in search of their prey, and the soft rustle of the trees with its branches waving like the veils of a sweet virgin although they stood rooted to the ground. 

Beyond her blurry vision, fireflies beamed indifferently while the man who conquered her was still throbbing and seeping inside her, his whiskers tickling her sweat-slicked back as he planted chaste kisses down the length of her spine. Waves of bliss languidly ebbed away, yet despite what he did to her body, some undermined part of her wished he would linger and wrap her with his soothing heat. 

She must have lost her mind completely.

After regaining his strength, he stretched back to stand on his knees and finally withdrew from her searing hole. She sustained a yelp at the sudden solitude gaping within her and carefully turned to her side looking at him as if waiting for him to finally grant her the permission to leave.

Tucking himself back in his jeans, August observed her once more, his eyes still luminescent despite the black of night. 

“What’s your name, sweetling?”

She didn’t answer, too ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t help but find the sight of him so incredibly handsome. Disliking her lack of speech, August leaned close and brushed his palm across her cheek.

“Answer me, love,” he begged and gently kissed the corner of her mouth where tears salted her delicate skin.

Shivering, she lifted her eyes to meet his, taking a deep breath as if she never spoke a word in her life. 

“A….an...Angie.”

How fitting, he thought, a wide grin painting his face. “Angie and August,” he chimed, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun together.”

It took a second for her mind to process his words before her eyes flared open. She shook her head but was already flung across his shoulder. Vigorously, she tried to kick her weakened feet in the air and threw her fists at his back.

“Please, please, I won’t tell! Please let me go!” She sobbed, watching the great world behind them becoming smaller with each long stride.

“You won’t,” August retorted, uncaring of her silly protests. Marching them back toward the cabin, he was enamoured with the thought of what a wonderful housewife she’d make. “I came inside you. You are mine now, sweetling, but don’t worry, Angie, I will take good care of you.” 

Ignoring her screams, August began to hum and lovingly, caressed her spine. A sense of warmth and satisfaction filled his heart when he saw the dim light that shined within his cottage. In a few minutes, he will be home with his new bride; and though he rarely sang, tonight was far too beautiful to resist chanting a tune. 

“See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me.”

Additional Credits: You belong to me by Chilton Price, Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart. Dividers by @firefly-graphics 

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible 

[theeternalwombtarot]

Crystals, Crystals, Crystals! 🤍🔮

Hello again, I really wanted to make a blog post on some crystals and what they can be used for. There are lots of crystals I could talk about and information on crystals I could potentially include. I love you, and I hope you're having a magnificent day or night. <3

Bless.

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Tourmaline: For grounding & protection 🖤

Flexibility

Happiness

Objectivity

Compassion

Serenity

Balance

Positive Transformation

Healing

Strength

Tolerance

Understanding

Tourmaline aids in understanding one's self and understanding others. And it promotes self-confidence and tranquilizes fear. Tourmaline attracts inspiration, compassion, tolerance, and prosperity. Tourmaline balances the right and left sides of the brain, helps treat paranoia, dyslexia and improves hand-eye coordination. It also releases tension and balances male and female energy within the body. Enhances energy and removes blockages.

Black Tourmaline is also known as Schorl.

Chakras- Base Chakra

Zodiac- Capricorn

Element- Earth

Vibration Numbers- 3&4

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Rose Quartz: For love & Compassion 💓

Unconditional love

Self-love

Maternal love

Care

Kindness

Friendship

Romantic love

Platonic love

This is my absolute favorite crystal! Rose quartz is the stone of universal love. It restores trust and harmony in relationships by encouraging unconditional love between people. Rose quartz purifies and opens up the heart, as well as leveling and promoting self-love, love, friendship, and deep inner feelings of peace. Rose quartz dispels negative energy and replaces it with loving and wholesome vibes. And it encourages self-forgiveness and acceptance involving self-trust and self-worth.

Rose quartz strengthens and balances the physical heart and circulatory system and releases impurities from bodily fluids. It quickens recovery, reduces high blood pressure, aids in chest and lung problems, heals the kidneys and adrenal glands, and alleviates vertigo. Rose quartz also serves as good energic support for those who have leukemia, Rose quartz has the power to increase fertility and protect both mother and unborn from miscarriage.

Chakras- heart chakra

Zodiac- Taurus, Libra

Planet- Venus

Element- Earth, Water

Vibration Number- 7

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Selenite: For cleansing & Healing 🤍

Serenity

Purification

Peace

Meditation

Universal Consciousness

Clarity of thought

Purity of heart

Universal love

Integrity

Spirituality

Psychic development

Forgiveness

Positive thoughts

Extremely Gorgeous and I wouldn't blame you if it reminded you of the moon or if it were your favorite! Selenite provides clarity of the mind, expands one's awareness of self and of ones surroundings. It opens up the crown and higher crown chakras and accesses angelic consciousness and higher guidance. It can also be used to access past lives as well as future lives. Selenite instills deep peace and it's excellent for meditation or spiritual work. It assists judgments and insights. Selenite also aligns the spinal column and promotes flexibility in the body. It corrects deformities of the skeletal system and can stabilize epileptic disorders. Selenite can also be used to improve disorders associated with mental poisoning due to teeth fillings.

Chakras- Crown Chakras

Zodiac- Taurus

Vibration Number- 8

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Amethyst: For soothing & Balance 💜

Increases nobility

Spiritual awareness

Psychic abilities

Inner peace and healing

Healing of body, mind, and soul

Positive transformation

Meditation

Balance

Relieves Stress

Communication

Amethyst is an extremely powerful protective stone! It guards against psychic attacks by transmuting the energy into love and protecting the wearer from all types of harm including geopathic, electromagnetic stress, and ill wishes from others. Amethyst is also a natural tranquilizer and relieves stress and strain, soothes irritability, balances mood swings, dispels anger, rage, fear, and anxiety. Alleviates sadness and grief and dissolves negativity. Amethyst also activates spiritual awareness, opens intuition, and enhances psychic abilities. Amethyst has strong healing and cleansing properties that may encourage sobriety (having a sobering effect on overindulging of alcohol, drugs, and other addictions.) It calms and stimulates the mind and helps the wearer become more focused, enhancing memory, and improving motivation, amethyst also assists in remembering and understanding dreams. It relieves insomnia, encourages selflessness and spiritual wisdom.

Amethyst boosts hormone production, tunes the endocrine system and metabolism. It strengthens the immune system, reduces pain, and strengthens the body to fight against cancer. Amethyst also relieves physical, emotional, and psychological pain or stress, eases headaches and reduces tension, reduces bruising, swelling, and injuries.

Chakras- third eye chakra, crown chakra

Birthstone- February

Zodiac- Virgo, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces

Element- Air, Water

Vibration Number- 3

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Clear Quartz: For mental clarity & focus 🤍

Harmony

Energy

Healing

Psychic Abilities

Clarity

Calmness

Clear quartz is good for so many things, it's also known as the "crystal healer" and will completely amplify your energy and thoughts as well as the effect of other crystals you may own or wear. It absorbs, stores, releases, and regulates energies. Clear quartz wards off negative energy of any kind and balances and revitalizes the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual planes, Cleanses and enhances physical abilities, it aids concentration and unlocks memory. Stimulates the immune system and brings the body into balance. Clear quartz also aligns all the chakras and aligns the subtle bodies.

Chakras- Crown chakras

Birthstone- April

Zodiac- All

Planet- Sun

Element- All

Vibration number- 4

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The Chakras:

That concludes this post, Stay blessed, Stay safe, and

Stay Pretty, - 𝓑

[museenkuss]

💫💫 Love your blog btw🖤

Aw, thank you so much!!♥️♥️

Your blog is lovely as well!! I was absolutely smashed over the head by "somewhere between Paris and Hell”. It’s so powerful? Also I love your selection of quotes!

There’s an Anthology called “Daughters of Decadence. Stories by Woman Writers of the Fin de Siècle” edited by Elaine Showalter that I think you might enjoy. It’s a very nicely edited book, with a wonderful selection of pieces by woman writers during the time of Oscar Wilde, Beardsley and the lot of them. Naturally there is that taste of the Aesthetes, that fragrant, almost overwhelming sensuality of fire caught in the net of a diamond bracelet, opium cigarettes and velvet-soft roses. But due to the fact that the writers are all women, there is always that very special feeling to them, a certain touch.

“The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman is I think the most famous of the pieces featured and I love it so much! “The Muse’s Tragedy” by Edith Wharton is also a favourite of mine. It’s so interesting to see these themes of love and mystery, class consciousness and opulence, “she walks in beauty like the night” type women and enchanted men written by female authors, from the woman’s perspective. 

The book also has an introduction and biographical notes on all the writers featured, which makes it a great first step into exploring new authors! I really enjoyed it and found it super inspirational! 

♥️I know this isn’t a typical rec since it’s not just one story by one author but I hope you still like it! (Also “An Anthology” sounds so fancy but it’s a 13€ paperback) ♥️

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The weight of centuries seemed to suffocate my soul that struggled to escape, to free itself and breathe. (K. Chopin, An Egyptian Cigarette)

[rosejacksonwright]

'Family; Three'

- Art By RoseJW 🌹🖤🎶

- 4x6"

Inches; Mixed Media On File Card

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- For Tibby; Life With Ali

[rosejacksonwright]

'My Angel Cat; Rest In Peace'

- Art By RoseJW 🌹🖤🎶

- 4x6" Inches; Mixed Media On File Card

(2017)

#Cat #RestInPeace #BlackAndWhite #AntiAbuse #Justice #Karma #Commissions #GuardianAngel #Protected #Inspire #Gift #Purpose #Faith #Manifest #Create #Recovery #Healer #Power #Independent #Universe #Genuine #RealBeauty #NaturalBeauty #Soul #Color #Decorative #Pattern #Conceptual #Abstract #Pen #MixedMedia #AbstractFigurative

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- For Tibby; Life With Ali & Ruby