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doctor-dusk · 8 months ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

you and a certain riddler (eycte!alex) have some fun at a halloween party.

warnings: unprotected sex (piv), veeery soft dom!alex, i think that's it lol

word count: 4.6k

english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. also this is my first smut posted here, i'm fucking nervous :v

‘’so, you think it will take a while for her to arrive?’’

alex heard miles' question sound far away as his eyes were fixed on the partially busy street. they were at the entrance to the hotel exactly ten minutes ago for a costume party, after all, it was halloween.

‘’perhaps. it wouldn't be her if she wasn't late, eh?’’ he replied, looking at his wristwatch and avoiding rubbing his eyes in frustration, as he didn't want to smudge the perfectly done eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes.

alex had planned this for over a month, not just because miles and other friends would be at this party, but because you would be there. well, at least that's what you told him three days ago, when he asked you for the umpteenth time if you were really going. turner knew you well enough to know that you could change your mind in the blink of an eye. you weren't the type to leave the house, so seeing you be anywhere other than your apartment was like a huge event that he really didn't want to miss.

‘’you can go ahead if you want. i'll wait ‘ere.’’ alex turned to kane when he saw him adjust the platinum wig on his head. he couldn't say exactly what miles' fantasy was, but he didn't think it was bad. it suited him.

‘’nah, i don't think it will be necessary.’’ miles pointed with his chin in the opposite direction, making alex turn his head. his eyes caught sight of the silver toyota prius arriving at the rotating parking lot. alex breathed a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction when he knew it was you.

he didn’t look away for a second, not even when the valet came around the car to open the driver’s door so you could get out. he thought he forgot how he breathed when he saw you tiptoe out of the vehicle, wearing a strapless leather dress, highlighting even more your clavicle and well-defined shoulders; the black leather boots didn't shine any more than the chocker-style necklace wrapped around your neck subtly, not looking so tight; your voluminous hair was down, finished impeccably, and turner thought for a moment that was the reason you took your sweet time. as you approached as if you were parading on a catwalk, he noticed how the femme fatale makeup fit you like a glove, your entire face seemed more highlighted with the catty eyelashes.

he definitely couldn't stop looking at you. and he didn't even want to.

‘’what kind of fantasy is this, miles?’’ it was the first thing you asked after you handed over your car keys to the valet to park your car in a space in the underground parking lot. ‘’i don't know, a mix of elvis presley and niall horan?’’

‘’yeah, yeah, very funny.’’ miles forced a laugh without a hint of humor. ‘’this is art, okay? ric flair, better known as the nature boy.’’ he said, taking a walk while you let out a laugh. ‘’of course ya’ don't know, just want to know about lovecraft and allan poe.’’

‘’and what's wrong with that?’’ you rolled your eyes in amusement, then resting them on turner. his smile grew even wider when he saw you so close and so… tempting. you never thought you'd actually need to see turner wearing eyeliner until you saw it before your eyes. ‘’oh, and you must be…’’ you said, sliding your index finger over qlex's covered shoulder, making him smile.

‘’c’mon, darlin’. it shouldn't be that hard to know who i am.’’ alex extended his arms, also doing a little turn so that you could look at him up and down and caught your lip between your teeth just in time, before he could complete the turn and look back at you. ‘’what does a liar do when he’s dead?’’

‘’he lies still.’’ you replied immediately, seeing alex smile as he nodded. ‘’well, 's not bad, al. such a perfect riddler. better than a certain someone…’’ you mumbled under your breath as you gestured to miles, making turner hold back a laugh.

‘’yeah, just pretend i'm not here. bullying can be avoided, ya’ know?’’ he lightly pushed you by the shoulder, making you laugh. you couldn't help it, but you knew that deep down, it was all just a joke. you and miles got along very well, especially because you had been friends for a long time and it was through him that you met alex. it couldn't be better.

‘’c’mon, you know i love you, mi.’’ you hugged him over his shoulder, gently rubbing the palm of your hand on miles' chin, feeling his sparse beard tickle your open palm.

‘’okay, okay. and who are you, by the way?’’ he asked, now paying attention to your costume.

‘’neither do i know. something close to the characters in the books i read, a mix of dracula and… i don't know.’’ you said, shaking the vampire cape you wore. turner couldn't help but let an almost invisible smirk appear. he knew you would choose something like this, it was as if he knew you like the back of his hand.’’

‘’i liked it. ‘s just like you.’’ alex said, seeing you smile without showing your teeth, your cheeks flushed as the smile was still present on your face. ‘’looks like you’ve been flashin’ triple A passes at the cemetery gates.’’

‘’oh, here it comes. we don't have time for that, let's go ‘cause the night is young and it grows fast.’’ miles gestured in mock boredom, opening the way for you to enter. obviously you and alex followed him side by side, and alex didn't pass up the opportunity he had by wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his hand there.

of course, you didn't stop feeling that ravenous shiver, even though you tried to hide it as best you could. you just loved alex's touch on any area of your body. literally any area.

‘’thought you weren't going to come.’’ alex whispered in your ear, even though the room was filled with loud music, you were able to hear and smile.

‘’i thought about giving up, you know me. i hate leaving the my cave.’’ you laughed through your nose, looking at him. alex awakened something inexplicable in you, even more now. the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the way his jaw was so marked as if it could cut diamonds, the eyes marked by eyeliner seemed more enigmatic even in the partially lit environment, the mouth that seemed to invite you for a kiss in a hidden corner... all of that was capable of taking away what little sanity you had left and making you insane, even if you hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol until that moment.

‘’oh, sweetheart, you would break me heart if you didn't come.’’ turner pouted amidst his slurred voice, letting his thumb run up and down your waist, giving you an almost imperceptible caress. you held your breath subtly, trying not to lose your self-control.

but in front of alex turner, you had anything but self-control.

‘’it's not like you won't have fun here without me.’’ you joked, taking a drink from the waiter who passed by, serving drinks on a golden tray. the party was packed, more than expected. miles had already gotten lost in the crowd, not that you cared about that. you’re fine just in each other's company.’’

‘’it wouldn't be that funny, love.’’ alex laughed, letting his nose run over your bare shoulder, feeling the fragrance of your perfume invade his nostrils, absorbing a smile that was impossible to hide. ‘’you and your mysterious energy like someone with an unkind of ravens and murder of crows fascinate me. i couldn't do without you ‘ere.’’ he finished, taking some of his drink to try. his throat burned with the first sip, but nothing he wasn't used to.

‘’me and my mysterious energy? this one is new.’’ — you raised an eyebrow, a little curious. alex couldn't explain exactly what caught his attention.

he knew that you were kinda different from the other girls he had ever met. fascinated by lovecraft and edgar allan poe, further denoting your small obsession with death. your favorite films were horror films, especially the italian kind. you could spend hours and hours listening to the soundtracks while driving your prius through the city streets in your dark leather clothes, living your life the way you wanted.

he loved your authenticity. you weren't afraid or ashamed to be like this. maybe that was what excited him so much that he wanted you so bad.

alex laughed instead of giving you an answer, pulling you onto the dance floor. at one point, they met up with miles and other mutual friends, you drank, had fun listening to some music from the 80s. you felt free to do whatever you wanted as the drink got more to your heads and the zeros lined up on the clock.

in fact, you don't usually go to these places, you'd much rather be at home under the covers and in the company of a good book. but when you were with alex and miles, everything seemed to get better. or more specifically, when you were with alex. even though he was completely the opposite of you, turner was seen as a kind of magnet, impossible to ignore, especially when you had already taken enough shots to lose track of each other and the sexual tension increased with each exchange of glances.

little did you know that even though he wasn't your type, alex was completely willing to try something.

‘’what do you think we get out of ‘ere, baby?’’ you heard alex's voice drawl when he brought his mouth to your ear. you thought he did it on purpose, just to make every hair on your body stand on end. and well, it really was on purpose.

‘’where?’’ you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him closer. turner looked around for a moment, trying to adjust his blurry vision. you could go to any room in that hotel, but he had a better idea in mind.

‘’your car.’’ he suggested. you gave a roguish smile, finishing your drink in one gulp. oh, you knew exactly where this would take them, and there was no way you were going to back down now. not when turner is absurdly irresistible and you're in an overwhelming mood.

‘’what about miles?’’ you dared to ask, looking over his shoulder, seeing your friend dancing as if there was no tomorrow, not caring about the two of you there.

‘’don't give a shit about him right now.’’ turner said, tilting his face a little to give you a soft kiss without using his tongue, already being able to awaken even more that insane desire in both you and himself. ‘’just want you, darlin’.’’ he finished in a whisper, biting your bottom lip.

you didn't need to respond any further, leading the way immediately, passing through the euphoric and drunk bodies, gripping alex's hand who was following right behind you, also eager to get out of there as soon as possible. you got your car keys from reception, and soon the two of you were heading to the parking lot, stopping to exchange some caresses that you thought were urgent since you couldn't do it while walking.’’

‘’oh, i love this car.’’ alex comments in an ecstatic sigh, letting his hand slide over the sparkling silver bodywork of the trunk of your toyota prius.

‘’more than me?’’ you asked, leaning your body against the warm hood of the car, practically lying on it. alex watched the scene in slow motion with a roguish smile. and for him it was impossible not to walk towards you, leaving your bodies almost glued together, his hands were firm on your waist while he used one of his legs to create a small space between your legs.

‘’no, no more than you, honey.’’ he replied in a purr, his thirsty lips trailed across your chin in a drawn-out kiss, making you gasp as you felt the light pressure of his kiss on your neck.

soon enough, the kisses on your neck stopped when you felt the need to feel his lips crushing yours, becoming as urgent as the touches on his neck and waist, bringing him closer to you, his sneaky hands moved down to lift the skirt of your dress so that you felt freer to open your legs a little more and he could be in the middle, pressing more against you. the rough kiss had an alcoholic taste, not that you minded that, in fact, it made everything even more delicious when mixed with the heavy breathing and racing hearts.

‘’fuck, you're so…’’ he murmured amid the kiss, feeling your hands loosening the black tie he was wearing around his neck. even though he was a musical genius, words always seemed to escape him when it came to you. and you loved it.

‘’so…?’’ you laughed, biting his lip softly before turning your face away to look around. you didn't know if anyone was nearby or if there were cameras in that parking lot. but deep down, you both loved that adrenaline.

‘’so dark. but i want you hard.’’ he said, grabbing your face by the chin and forcing you to look at him. his hair that was previously combed back was messy, and that made him even sexier in your opinion. ‘’so hard…’’ he repeated as he kissed you again, as if somehow he couldn't live without feeling your mouth against his and your tongues tangling briefly.

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ you teased him as you felt his hands squeeze the warm skin of your thighs, sliding a little lower. every touch and sensation was so electrifying that any little thing could make you even more aroused.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’ he laughed, dragging his slightly drunken voice. you laughed too, you liked that it was always in moments like this that you managed to get a hearty laugh out of each other, and so soon you were in the backseat of your car.

within moments, you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your back and the cold breeze from the air conditioning on. turner relaxed his body against the back of the backseat, wrapping one hand around your waist while the other pressed the back of your head as you trailed kisses on his neck. he gasped with each touch, each time he felt your tongue snake up his neck to his earlobe while your hands had the agile job of unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his belt.

you had an immense desire for each other, and every second seemed to increase your desire even more, especially when you kissed him again, so deeply that you lost your breath, even more so when you moved your hips in his lap, feeling him pant against your mouth.

you quickly unzipped alex's pants, sliding them down enough with his help as he lifted his hips so that you had an easier time taking off not only his pants but also his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection pulling out of his confines.

you give a smirk, not hesitating to place your right hand there, causing a drawn out sigh from him. your touch was all that he needed, he was craving it for such a long fucking time.

‘’i’m not going to lie, it's the first time i've done this in a car.’’ he said, still panting as he felt your hand slide up and down his cock, seeing you sit a little below his belly so that his leaking tip gently brushed against your belly. you were stroking him so deliciously slow, making him clench his fists in anticipation.

‘’same, i don't even know if this will work.’’ you laughed softly, feeling alex’s hands lower the top of your dress a little just to see the sight of your breasts exposed in front of him, leaving him more aroused than he could have imagined.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ he replied, moving his hand to your panties, not feeling the need to take them off, just using his index and middle fingers to form a hook and pull them to the side, leaving them free so he could test the waters a little, teasing you just like you did to him. ‘’oh, you’re so wet, baby.’’ he smirked, using his thumb to ghost over your clit, his touch was as light as a feather, and it was torturous for you. ‘’we didn't do anything and you're already soaked, eh?’’

‘’and it’s all your fault.’’ you grumbled, pressing your thumb on his fat tip, spreading the precum all over his throbbing cock. he let out a growl, he wish he could eat you out until you’re screaming his name and your moans echo throughout the parking lot, but he was kinda desperate to feel you around him.

''lift your hips, babe. need to feel you.'' he commanded, still holding your panties firmly to the side with the hook he formed with his fingers.

you obeyed immediately, raising your hips a little, rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness over it, closing your eyes as you sink down on him, feeling him bury his cock completely inside of you, throwing your body back a little, placing both of your hands on his knees while he helped you move by putting one hand on your waist and the other were still occupied holding your panties to the side.

your movements were slow, lifting your hips up and bringing them down again, making alex have the privilege of seeing his cock coming out almost completely to the point of seeing his tip out and then disappearing completely inside of you, your walls feeling like home for him. and you did this with such precision, increasing the pace a little more with each bounce, both of you panting with each firm thrust.

‘’f-fuck, al, feels so fuckin’ g-good…’’ you barely have the voice to whisper in his ear when you lean your body towards him, making him place one of his hands on your lower back. alex kissed your neck, already free from the necklace when you took it off earlier, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached your jawline.

‘’you feel so fucking good, darling. so tight…’’ alex hummed, satisfied with the feeling of your tits against his chest, your hard nipples poking his skin. ‘’you ‘ave no idea how much i want you on all fours right now.’’ he said, sucking the air tightly between his teeth, his hand moved to give you a hard slap on your left buttock, making a noise that would certainly echo through the room if you were in one.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ you repeated his line, seeing him smile as he caught his lower lip between his teeth as he caught one last glimpse of you above him. you had an idea, knowing that you could fold down the backseat, doing so by pressing the small latch in the corner of the car, folding the seat down and creating more space.

now you were able to reverse positions, and soon you were on all fours towards him, letting your ass up so that he could take you from behind. the car was silent, you only heard the sound of his breathing and your own breathing before you felt him pulling down your panties until it reached your bent knees, your hole were clenching around nothing, feeling so empty without him, but soon this emptiness were filled when he entered you again with no warming, making you gasp.

his hands grabbed your waist after traveling a path along your thighs and buttocks, respectively, feeling your skin shivering at his touch. you pressed the upholstery of the seat with one hand while the other was leaning against the window. whoever was passing by could easily see the prints of your fingers and palm because of the air conditioning on.

even though the pace was slow at first, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the delicious sensation of feeling him fucking you so deep , his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, even more so when he held your shoulder, making you lift your head a little and feel his warm and alcoholic breath hitting your hair as he leaned his body a little more over yours.

turner had a smile on his lips, he liked the sight of having you in all fours at him, and even more so when you were so lubricated that it was even slippery, he could pull out his entire cock and bottoms out with such ease and did it several times, not only because it is extremely pleasurable for him, but also for you.

he loved seeing you so cockdrunked, he love to see you arch your back as you contorted your body whenever he hit your g-spot to the point that it made you feel a small twinge, just like a cramp.

‘’oh, fuck, alex.’’ you growled, grabbing his wrist, making him look at you while you turned your head enough to look him in the eyes. you had bright eyes, a flushed face, your lipstick was completely smudged and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breathing.

‘’yeah?’’ he asked cynically, leaning his body more to leave a small kiss on your shoulder, watching you struggle to reach his lips to try to give him a kiss.

‘’are you sure i'm the dark one around here?’’ you mumbled, and alex gave another smile. he knew you wanted more. he might as well make you beg for it, he liked being in control, and that turned him on even more.

‘’shh, you are very impatient.’’ he tilted his body more so he could kiss you while he remained still inside you, then returning to his starting position to continue thrusting slowly for a few more seconds, just for fun.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling his adam's apple throb and even though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but respond to your requests for more. the position made the penetration deeper and, when he realized that you were more comfortable and wiggling your ass to match his pace, he sank his fingers into your hips as he began to thrust harder.

there was a moment when you didn't know which was louder, whether it was their moans or the sound of his hips bumping against your ass, and turner didn't hesitate to close his fist around your hair, making you roll your eyes under your eyelids, needing just a few more thrusts so he could notice your arms failing to keep you fully on all fours, announcing the arrival of a orgasm.

alex wraps his arm around your waist, his palm resting on your belly, making you partially kneel while he is pounding hard, just to hear you moan his name madly, feeling your nails scratch his arms wrapped around your torso.

his other hand roamed to your front, moving down so his middle and ring finger could rub your clit tirelessly, making your knees even weaker as you grabbed his hair for your dear life. you're just a babbling mess, and he liked the effect he had on you.

‘’what’s the matter? you wanted it hard, so you’re fucking getting it.’’ he growled, biting your shoulder as you gasped for air, your cunt was clenching hard around him, you’re really close.

‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, alex, ‘m gonna cum, please…’’ you moaned breathlessly, feeling his fingers keeping its ministrations on your sensitive bud.

‘’mhmm, that’s right, baby, cum for me.’’ he encouraged you, and you just loved it when he talked to you like that, and it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock, he kept fucking you through your orgasm just to prolong this overwhelming feeling.

and of course, it didn't take him long to follow suit, letting go of everything he was fighting to hold back just for the feeling of pleasure to linger, his hot load coated your walls, filling you up so good. soon he was breathing deeply as he tried to adjust his blurred vision, his grip on you still tight.

he let his limp body fall onto the bench, seeing that you did the same. now you’re concentrated on regulating your own breathing. you had a smile on your face, running your tongue over your lips as if you couldn't believe what just happened.

his half closed eyes still captured the moment when you reached the dashboard only to turn off the air conditioning and open the glove compartment, taking out a cigarette pack and a black lighter. every movement you made was slow, from the moment you brought the unlit cigarette to your full lips until the moment you took the first drag, blowing the smoke outside through the small crack in the window you opened.

‘’why are you looking at me like that?’’ you asked curiously, your bent legs swinging from side to side in a distracted way. turner shook his head, taking a drag on the cigarette you offered him next.

‘’i just like looking at you.’’ he replied after releasing smoke from his mouth. you both stayed in a comfortable silence for a while longer, just looking at each other and enjoying what you had. and you wouldn't trade it for anything. ‘’we should do this again.’’

‘’maybe in a bigger car.’’ you added, looking inside your prius before taking another drag, taking your hand to the outside of the car to get rid of the cigarette ashes. ‘’but I really want to do it again. not here.’’ you raised one of your eyebrows, sliding your foot over turner's bare and sweaty chest, letting him know that you weren't satisfied with just this quickie. and he wasn't either. he would never get tired of doing this to you wherever he went.

‘’my place or yours?’’ he asked with a smirk, seeing you shrug your shoulders.

‘’odds and evens?’’ you asked and alex laughed.

‘’fair enough. evens.’’ he responded by closing his hand and you did the same, and they soon showed the chosen numbers. alex showed one finger and you showed two.

‘’guess i won this one.’’ you giggled, touching the tip of his nose, implying that you were going to your apartment. and then, they were putting back your clothes and getting ready to leave the parking lot in the car.

‘’are we really going to leave miles ‘ere?’’ he asked, laughing as he combed his hair with his fingers. you laughed, nodding.

‘’miles knows how to manage without us for a night.’’ you replied, allowing yourself to speed up the car as you left the hotel, moving further and further away. ‘’i just know that i want you so hard.’’

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ alex asked, hearing your hearty laugh echo through the car while the wind that came through the window ruffled your hair and made you more graceful.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’

alex laughed, being quick enough to steal a peck from you as you took you both to your apartment or wherever. alex didn't care about having a certain destiny as long as he was with you.

after that, all you saw before your sparkling eyes while you both were inside the prius was an empty avenue on a halloween night in los angeles.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #doctor says

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abyssalaquarist00 · 1 month ago

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hiiiii im rly enjoying ur occultist posting :3 i have a wuastion that it seems you might be in a position to answer: does it make sense in your opinion for him to be wearing a turban or is that just orientalism? and/or do you have a headcanon for him related to that? from what i understand it rly isn't that common for arab muslim men to be wearing them at all times, and while the characters' backgrounds/worldbuilding is ofc v vague, it kinda seems to me like they just went off a bunch of stereotypes without bothering to put further thought into it and that's why he's designed to be wearing one but if there's a way to adopt that design into sth that makes sense and deepens his character a little bit i wanna hear it :3

i finally get to talk about this

thank you for the question!

the turban style is less common today but it WAS a popular style in the middle ages. its believed to have originated in mesopotamia give or take 4000 years ago.

Golden Middle Age has a good video on this! we also have some examples in historical art (check out ibn sinna, the islamic golden age and also like almost every ottoman ruler)

i personally theorize that lovecraft's abdul al-hazred was inspired by ahmed al-buni (author of shams al-ma'arif/"knowledge of the sun") and other golden age scholars considering that al-hazred canonically lived sometime during that era. i like Lets Talk Religion's video on shams al-ma'arfi.

here are some of my headcanons for DD al-hazred and how he might wear his kufiyeh. while lovecraft's al-hazred is yemeni, i headcanon DD al-hazred to be from like. a fantasy al-andalus (with fantasy yemeni and syrian ancestry). (ive kind of always seen the DD world as Not earth)

so, for history's sake it's accurate headgear! there's many ways to wear a kufiyeh, and nowadays the turban is less popular among arabs but i think thats really recent and it could be dependent on the amnt of industrialization.

here's a photo of the omani sultan's family in the 1950s

(source, this site contains historical pictures of oman and includes pictures of prisoners and slaves. worth noting for educational and informative purposes, proceed at will)

i do have some things about the rest of his fit, that i mostly chalk up to the fact he went to school in fantasy england but still prefers to wear a robe and kufiyeh (i can relate except not the england part). the things that i can say are Really Delightful for me to see personally

the dagger

the waist wrap

robes

leather braces (im not sure if this is an arab thing to be honest. i think this might be a goth thing for me)

BUT i do have some critiques also

waist wrap should be UNDER the robes, over the tunic

that tunic also looks weird to me wrt that cordage. thats kinda giving me orientalism

the necklace??????

no opinions on the pants or the shoes. again chalking up some of the design choices to him adopting things from his time in fantasy england + i think he's fairly well traveled. im sure he has a sirwal and a pair of these bad boys that he will Not be wearing into the dungeon

i wouldnt want him to be wearing these in the dungeon either but they get an honorable mention because this evolved into a historical/cultural fashion post.

i like his DD1 design!

now DD2 on the otherhand..........

idk whats happening there, thats a whole different story. he shouldnt be an egg imo. i kind of dislike his dd2 design LOL. but he's otherwise a pretty solid design even with the critiques i have.

on topic of kufiyehs, i like kufiyehs that are tassled bc theyre so fun and fashionable. that's a personal preference and i have drawn him that way before (its somewhere on my blog)

i have the nablus kufiyeh from hirbawi and it's my favorite.

i hope this covers everything!

i'll be happy to answer any more questions if you have any :-)

also some research tips if you're curious to look more into it:

i highly recommend looking up archival / antique photos of different countries to get a sense of what that particular culture's fashion looks like. these countries also often have museum pages or heritage websites available in english (machine translate is also an option)

i would avoid french and british art. you can actually filter by place and time on most digital collections like the met, the british museum, or university of chicago (UC doesnt get specific though rifp)

#darkest dungeon #alhazred dd #dd alhazred #questions designed specifically to activate my autism

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atsuberry · 3 months ago

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🍰 ˚₊‧꒰ა my faves as your roommate ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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fc: atsushi nakajima, akutagawa ryuunosuke, louisa may alcott, HP lovecraft, ivan goncharov, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky

cw: college au, ooc charas, pure fluff, g/n reader, reader is lowk awkward, mentions of overdose

a/n: wow.. first post (GEULPP) I'm nervous, I hope you guys enjoy this though!! <33

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♯ 🍓┆Atsushi Nakajima .ᐟ

The sweetest roommate EVER.

You have a buttload of assignments? He'll help you! You made a mess? He'll clean it for you! You're sick? He'll take care of you.

He's genuinely so nice it makes you tear up a bit..

Always trying to find a way to find a conversation with you, oh you like working out? That's crazy because he suddenly has a membership card a few days later!.. you like anime? His favorite is the same as yours!

Shares the most concerning stories about his past and brushes it off as nothing..

And then you just stare at him dumbfounded.

Gifts you stuff as his apologies! Mostly stationery stuff, or stuff that you like.

♯ 🍮┆Akutagawa Ryūnosuke .ᐟ

Never interacts with you.

Never.

Only talks to you when he needs something

That doesn't go the same for you though, you lost your keys? That's on you.

He's a light sleeper, so if you're cramming your studies in the middle of the night making a bunch of unnecessary noise, he's wide awake.

He really needs his sleep.

Only stays on his side of the dorm, if he dropped something that somehow rolled over to your side, he'll ask you to fetch it for him. (Who does he think he is)

If you're a quiet person, he'll probably tolerate you.

♯ 🥨┆Louisa May Alcott .ᐟ

Was scared of the idea of sharing a dorm at first,

Eventually you grew onto her, but it took like A LOT of time

Sometimes, you'd see her pass out on her desk while she's studying

So you cover her up with a blanket..! (this became a frequent thing)

Louisa always notices the blanket as soon as she wakes up and feels sheepish about it,

You assure her it's fine! But you're still concerned about the fact she just LITERALLY passed out.

Sometimes asks for you to leave the dorm whenever she's doing her assignments,

And you're like, huh???..???

You shrug it off anyways.

You invite her whenever you're going out!

♯ 🥧┆H.P Lovecraft .ᐟ

He's literally non-existent

Never talks to you, only talks when you start up a conversation with him first.

He's genuinely terrifying

His side of the dorm is practically empty, he sleeps on one pillow.

He genuinely does not gaf

Whenever you're going out, he'll sometimes sleep on your bed to see if your bed is more comfortable than his.

(it is!)

Overall, he's just there, doesn't really do anything.

♯ 🥞┆Ivan Goncharov .ᐟ

High-key low-key a neat freak

He mentally disturbs you sometimes due to how unpredictable his emotions are, since he's constantly happy all the time.

Usually talks about Dostoevsky to you.

Lets you wrap his head with bandages if he's feeling lazy, but he's like, VERY detailed on how he wants it to be wrapped.

If you're a messy person then he's gonna be a real pain in the ass

If the two of you were to share a bathroom, literally the whole bathroom would be filled with shampoo bottles or whatever thingamajigs he has.

Whenever you're going out, he ALWAYS asks you to run an errand for him.

“while you're on the way, can you buy me..”

You're his errand person.

♯ 🍪┆Sigma .ᐟ

A chill roommate

His hair does concern you.. like, what even is that?? A Christmas tree??..??

It does feel nice to braid it though, the white and purple strands go well with each other when it's tangled up.

Never lets you cook, like no trust at all

Insists that y'all should just get take out instead,

Rude, but oh whatever..

Do you think he's the type of guy to show you funny videos of animals

Idk man...

♯ 🥯┆Fyodor Dostoevsky .ᐟ

His appearance genuinely concerns you,

He definitely has a shrimp posture when he's sitting.

Definitely stays up until 6 in the morning.

Only drinks like coffee for the whole day,

You try to pursue him into eating more, but he declines everytime.

However if he WERE to sleep, he'd definitely talk during his prayer before going to sleep.

(his prayer would be 10 minutes long)

One time, you caught him drinking a pill in the middle of the night thinking he was overdosing,

Turns out he had just forgotten to take his iron supplements.. whoops.

Impossible to sleep around him, his screen is always blaring a bright screen on his computer. (Unless you somehow manage to sleep around that.)

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frankenjoly · 5 months ago

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for the drabble requests:

"lay down with me, just for a few minutes" + bramcraft

and "i dont care if youre a monster!" + aya and bram 💟

*squeals*

(also for context, the subject on the 2nd it's about aya's custody for Reasons)

bramcraft + “lay down with me, just for a few minutes”

“Lay down with me, just for a few minutes.” Lovecraft said, and as if a button had just been pressed, Bram ‘abandoned’ tucking the blanket around him in favor of joining his partner in bed instead.

After all, it took very little for the vampire to both agree with slumbering and/or saying as Howard suggested. Besides…

“I can afford more than mere minutes, my dear. Hours even.” No one would require their presence in as much time, and there were methods available if one really needed to be awake at a certain moment. “And I could always make use of those modern alarm systems that make such a godawful noise.” If he remembered how to, that was; even with Aya’s teachings, Bram still struggled with anything technology related which went beyond having devices play music.

Not managing wouldn’t pose a problem, either, at least not on a short-term basis.

“Perfect, then.” Was Lovecraft’s reply, burying his face in the crook of Bram’s neck once he was already in one of his usual positions: laying on his back, face up and with his arms wrapped around the other’s body instead of just resting over his own chest as it would happen were Bram alone.

“Perfect.” Bram repeated, taking advantage of how they were right then to leave a soft kiss over the top of Lovecraft’s head with utmost tenderness.

bram & aya + “i don’t care if you’re a monster!”

“Not sayin’ I don’t like this option, y’know.” Aya shrugged, letting out a brief sigh shortly after. “But it could’ve been both of you, c’mon.”

“Understandable, and I agree.” Bram replied. “It does not surprise me how it was extremely difficult, though. After all, I am a stranger to most, and a monster to the rest, and–”

“I don’t care if you’re a monster!” The girl instantly interrupted him, clutching his sleeve like they would instantly get separated otherwise. She used to answer these with a ‘You’re not’ but, given how he wouldn’t yield and abandon the term, Aya seemed to have taken a different approach. Meanwhile, Bram couldn’t help but smile, amazed at her tenacity as always.

“Still, my dear daughter, what Kunikida-san said was right.” Right when the vampire said so, Kunikida himself raised his eyes from the notebook he had been writing in.

“Any legal claim gets complicated as fuck when the latest official record of your existance is literally historical, yeah. So it’s gonna take… a while, to say the least and being optimistic.” Kunikida then groaned, looking back down at his own handwriting. “Maybe we’d have something more to work with had you been brought here by any other method than smuggling, but…”

Just a second later, Kunikida had resumed scribbling, and Bram glanced at him with a slightly pitiful look before focusing back on Aya.

“Anyway, what matters right now is how this arrangement works seamlessly.”

“And you’re staying.” She swiftly added, staring right back at him.

“And I am staying.” Bram reassured just as quickly. “I do not plan on going anywhere, or for long if I had to, so never worry.”

(Also on ao3.)

#bramcraft #bsd bram #bsd lovecraft #bsd aya #bsd kunikida #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #THANKS <3 #the reasons are that i'm “copying” a thing a friend did for a bsd dnd setting (+ one of lena's fics) where whoopsies aya's dad dies +#+ in the vampirism outbreak for convenience reasons lkjdfl #so kuni & bram are taking care of aya but like in that dnd setting kunikida's the one with the actual legal custody #bcs the other's y'know a vampire that got brought into yokohama as smuggled cargo

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bluegalaxygirl · 1 year ago

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There not fish men (Zosan X reader) P5

Plot: During a freak storm the sunny gets battered sending Nami, Robin, Reader and Chopper over the edge and into the water. Deep sea creatures save them but the rest of the straw hats think their crew mates are going taken.

The creature is based off Lovecraft stories and thank you to @being-worthy for the suggestion <3. Im also going to be adding Jinbe in but im sorry if i get him wrong. Sanji X Zoro X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Reader is the photographer of the crew always carrying around a camera they made (Polaroid) that doesn't include a snail. (Yes the same camera form the Werewolf series)

Warning: Violence, Making out, Drinking and bad language

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Bonus

Looking at yourself in the mirror you look over the cut on your head thats almost gone. Whatever the frog people put on it made the cut heal much faster than normal and you were grateful for it. When you got back to the Sunny Nami, Robin and Chopper headed off to get a bath, they asked if you wanted to join but you could tell by the way Sanji held you that he wanted you to stay with him so you waited until they were done and got a bath with your boys. After a relaxing bath, a fresh change of clothes and the stuff in your throat completely gone you felt so much better. Looking in the mirror you can see Zoro walking up behind you and place his hands on your hips pulling your back into his chest "Come on the party's started.. i need a drink" he smiles placing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck making you smile ans turn in his grip to wrap your arms around his neck "Booze hound" you comment the swordsman giving you a stern look before squeezing your hips "Your just jealous i can drink more than you" Laughing you pull away and take his hand shaking your head as you leave the bathroom and head down to the deck, Zoro next to you interlocking fingers with you.

Making it to the stairs of the ship heading onto the grassy floor of the main area you both spot a large table and grill full of different kinds of fish, sea weed and very old bottles of alcohol. Sanji cooking away as Luffy and Usopp drooled watching him while shoving food into their mouths. Some frog people where on the deck talking with Robin a large pile of gold and treasure next to them that Nami was hugging with berry sighs in her eyes. Franky smiled and laughs looking down at Nami as she fawns over the gold pile. Brook was sitting on the mast bench playing his violin some Frog people watching him in amazement while not too far away Chopper, Jinbe were talking to a frog person who seemed to be giving the doctor some supplys, probably medical stuff but it looked weird. Stepping onto the grass with Zoro you both make your way over to the food table "Wow these are old" you state grabbing a bottle of booze, the glass was thick and green, the label had some water damage but you could see the date and company name. "Just makes it better" Zoro laughs opening one and chugging some.

A plate was placed in front of you two looking away form zoro you turn to see Sanji a big smile on his face and a cigarette in his mouth. "They have some very old and unique things" The cook smiles watching you take a bite of food "Wow this is amazing.. Why does fish taste like mint?" you ask amazed at cooked fish on the plate, picking up another piece you go to eat it but Zoro leans over and eats it instead. "Your right it does taste of mint" he comments watching you puff your cheeks out at him trying to act mad, but he knows your not really. Sanji laugh before going back to cooking "Apparently there's a sea mint around here that the fish eat" the cook smiles cooking up another fish. "Y/N" Nami yells your name running up to you and crashing into your back wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Luckily you managed to not fall over and keep your balance while looking over your shoulder at the woman. "Did you see all the gold? Did you?" she smiles wide pulling away and showing you a gold necklace "This is the best day ever" she jumps a little her excitement showing. Zoro try's to stop his laugh watching the navigator freak out.

"They also have a very old photo in a frame they found on a sunken ship, do you want it?" Nami asks taking your hand and walking you over to the pile of gold. You had no choice but to follow her waving back at Zoro and Sanji as you leave, they wave back watching you walk away. "Hay feeling any better?" Franky asks as you get closer and Nami finely lets go of your hand to pick up the photo surround by a wooden frame "Yea much better thanks" you smile before looking over at Nami and the photo in her arms. Your smile drops and eyes widen as you look it over placing a hand over your mouth to prevent you form screaming, Nami looks at you concerned as Franky places a hand on your shoulder "Are you ok?" he asks looking confused as you start to laugh and smile again "Nami... This is amazing" Your reach out for the photo taking it in your hands, it was a black and white portrait of two people kissing in the middle of a busy street. Looking it over you notice the marks, the details and realize your assumption was right, its the original.

You look up to Nami her face in slight shock at your reaction "Do you have any idea what this is?" you ask the smile on your face hurting a little but you can't stop it. Your question catches most of the crew's attention Robin looks your way raising an eyebrow while Usopp, Sanji and Zoro walk over to see what all the fuss is about. Luffy of course takes the opportunity to eat as much as he can before walking over to listen to brook playing his violin. "No... why? Its just an old photo" Nami shrugs making you laugh "Just an old photo. Nami this is one of the five most famous photos in the whole world. V-J Day in Times Square depicts the day a long war ended and the joy that came form it. The original has been lost of decades... This is the original" you bounce on your tip toes as Nami's eyes widen "It- it must be worth a f-fortune" she stutters reaching for it only for you to pull away "No way... i'm keeping it" you yell trying to keep it away form the navigator, some of the others start to laugh as you two argue "Your not keeping it we're selling it" Nami yells trying to reach for the photo frame over your head "No i'm keeping it, dont damage it" you yell standing as tall as you can, so she can't reach it. "Take a photo of it, and we can split the cash" she yells trying to climb on you but you step back and away from her "You want me to have Polaroid of one of the most famous photos in the world.... hell no."

Luckily there's no hate between you two and the whole crew knows it but someone had to step in and of course it's Robin. Arms sprout up form the ground separating you two as the others laugh and shake their head "As much as i'm enjoying the show... i think Y/N should keep the photo and you take the gold" Robin walks over placing a hand on Nami's shoulder making the girl sigh. "Fine" with the arms gone you step closer and hold out your pinkie to her "Promise me you won't steal it or get someone else to do it?" you smile the navigator linking her pinkie with yours and nodding "I promise" she smiles a little the ordeal over the two of you go back to normal like always the others going off to get food and party. While Nami goes back to her gold Sanji wraps his hands around your waits and looks over your shoulder at the photo "We should hang that up in our room" he smiles liking the photo. "We could even recreate it" he whispers making you laugh "How do you know its the original?" Zoro asks standing beside you looking it over "There have been many photos of this but their cameras never seem to pick up the seam lines on the girls tights plus the spots on the ground are clear not blurry" you smile looking up at the swords man who leans down to you "So god dam smart" he whispers before placing his lips on yours.

With the photo safe in your room and night approaching the party was in full swing, some of the Frog people deiced to join in much to Luffy's delight. You sat on Zoro's lap, your head on his shoulder while he drank yet another bottle of old booze, you were nursing one not wanting to get drunk but also try out a very old style alcohol. Sanji had finished cooking a while ago and sat next to you two, Zoro's arm around the cook's waist as Sanji held your legs in his lap. The music was up beat and lively with Brook singing and playing music while most of the others danced. Sanji placed light kisses around Zoro's neck while his hand rubbed your leg, the night air cool but you kept each other warm, Zoro hummed a little making you look up to see him leaning his head back so the cook could get better coverage. You giggle a little and run your hand over his bare chest, his eye opening to look at you, placing his bottle down he moves his hand to the back of your neck pulling you up to him, so he can kiss you. Pulling away he does the same to Sanji pulling the cook away form his neck and up to his lips. His hands stay on the two of you his cheeks slightly red seeming a bit drunk but you both didn't care.

Sanji had finished yet another cigarette and you had finished your drink now just relaxing under the stars. Zoro got more drunk as the night went on, becoming very touchy-feely, refusing to let one or even both of you go, his lips were always on you two somehow either on your necks, shoulders or lips. You could say when he's drunk he gets love drunk too, it can get annoying at times but its hard to say no when he gives you that adorable look of pleading. Zoro's lips crash onto yours again but this time he bites your lower lip wanting more than just a kiss, you laugh against his lips and open your mouth for him, the two of you making out with his hand in your hair while the other grips Sanji's hip. You moan into each others mouth moving in sync as the world goes by, your hand travels up his chest and to his neck rubbing it lightly before going back down to land on his peck where you push slightly. He doesn't let go of you keeping you close so you push again finally getting the message through that you need air. He pulls away watching you pant to catch your breath, you tried breathing through your nose during the kiss but it wasn't enough with the very long make out session. "You ok?" Sanji asks rubbing your leg only earning a nod form you as you place your head back down on the swordsman's shoulder.

Zoro turns to Sanji but the cook stops him "As much as i love you.. i would like to breath" he laughs the swordsman placing a light kiss on the cooks lips "Just a little one" he whispers before nipping at the cooks lower lips. Sanji smiles and wraps and arm around the mans head pulling him in for a kiss opening his mouth for the drunk swordsman. The two make out a little, the cook being in control and pulling away when he needs too. "You want to suffocate?" Robin laughs a little walking over to the three of you a Frog person next to her looking very nervous "we were going to wait until you were done but i don't think thats going to happen" She laughs again making you and Sanji blush hard, The cook apologizes and babels a bit while you hide your face in Zoro's neck feeling the man chuckle against you. "What do you want?" Zoro asks raising an eyebrow at the black haired woman. The Frog person croaks its eyes looking at you as you move away form Zoro to look at it. Once your eyes meet it bows head almost touching the ground as it almost folds in half.

The three of you are shocked by this but Robin just smiles "She wanted to apologist to you all" The frog lady clicks a little before standing up right again but keeping her head down, You had no idea it was a woman, they all had the same bodies and faces. "She? Why?" you ask not meaning to be rude and Robin seemed to get that "She was the one that saved you from drowning. She also heard about your outburst Sanji and wanted to say sorry for any harm she caused" Sanji's eyes go wide and a dark red paints his cheeks out of embarrassment. Zoro gulps looking over the frog not knowing how to respond. You on the other hand smile, you never held a grudge against the one who saved you so you stand up getting out of Zoro's grip. Making your way over the Frog lady shy's away but you take her slimy hands and bow a little "Thank you" your grateful to her, and she seems to realize that bowing a little as well. You let go of her hands and walk behind the boys secretly wiping your hands on your top before placing them on the boys shoulders "Now boys what do we say to the nice frog lady for saving my life" you smile as the two look up at you and then to the frog. They bow from where their sitting and in unison thank the frog whose eyes seem to light up. "Apologies to her Sanji" you whisper keeping the cook bent over, you hand on his beck while Zoro sits back up to look at you. "Im sorry for threatening to kick your ass" he sighs, he can't be mad at a lady even if she is a frog, plus she did save you.

You let the cook go watching Robin sign to translate, the frog lady nods and waves walking off with Robin who says her goodbyes to you. "Good boys" you joke patting their heads only for a large pare of hands to grab you and pull you over the swordsman "Get over here" he laughs a little pulling you onto his lap again and holding you tight "Your so needy" you pout crossing your arms over your chest acting annoyed at him. Sanji laughs and leans over kissing your jawline "Come on my love... don't be like that" he laughs pulling you closer to place his lips on yours "Remember what you said on the sub?" His smile is almost cocky as he pulls away making you raise an eyebrow "Yes why?" you ask not knowing where he's going with this. "Good... lets keep it that way" Leaning in the cook places his lips on your running his tongue over your lips, smiling you hold his cheeks in your hands and open your mouth for him letting your tongues touch, he moans slightly one hand running up your side and to your back pulling you closer to him.

#polly relationship #one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #one piece zosan #zoro roronoa #zoro x sanji x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #halloween

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szyszkasosnowa · 6 days ago

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Bookshelf wrapped 2024

[2023 edition]

I didn't do any challenge or anything like that, but I kinda wanted to read more books that aren't Polish, American or British. And I'm pretty pleased with how it went on.

1.Zdążyć przed Panem Bogiem [Shielding the Flame], Hanna Krall. Rereading, as it was a required reading in the high school. Extremely good. Makes you think about things like. Is morality relative? How can we judge the morality of people living in hell? Can we judge their morality at all? What is the worth of saving one life, even if only for a few more months? A few more weeks?

[the 1st book in this list I'd like to direct a movie of]

2. Miracle in the Andes, Nando Parrado and Vince Rause. Insane story. Borderline unbelievable, but it really happened. I appreciate Nando's insight looking back many years, and his appreciation and understanding even for his friends who "did nothing" during their ordeal.

3.Chłopi [The Peasants], Władysław Reymont. Yooooooooo this book fucks! Did I mention I enjoy stories about the cruelty of small, closed off societies? I was also very positively surprised by the portrayal of the female characters (for a book written in the 1900s!).

Jagna is very human and complicated, and while she's condemned by her peers, she's never judged by the narrative.

Hanka has the best character arc, and not only does she become a #girlboss, but with her newfound high status she still is able to be compassionate toward those worse off then her (especially to Jagna!). Or maybe it's only because of her high status that she can allow herself to be compassionate at all? Drop Antek's ass tho, girl.

Jagustynka is spitting straight truth that literally could come out of the mouth of a modern feminist. Her compassion towards the girls and women hurt by the society is really touching, especially considering how she herself was wronged and how she has all rights to be bitter and selfish.

What happens to Magda (the servant girl), Jagata or Jewka is heartbreaking, but the worst part is that while people may feel sorry for them, no one is really shocked or horrified - because such things are just so commonplace.

4. Moby Dick, Herman Melville. Yooooooooooooooooo this book also fucks! I mean, no wonder it didn't really gain traction when it was published, because it seems very modern in some ways. Instead of the smooth story about adventures at high seas, we get a little snippets of the adventure, mixed with.... anything really: side stories, brow-raising cetology, concerning looks into the future life of Ishmael. Some very modern thoughts on ecology and vegetarianism. Why is the whiteness of the whale so scary? Some homosexuality. Being insane about your field of study. Seeing God and going mad. Wait, it was on the open ocean, could this "God" be an eldricht being? And what is the meaning of the white whale? Or maybe there is no meaning at all?

[the 2nd book in this list I'd like to direct a movie of]

5. H.P. Lovecraft's stories:

At the Mountains of Madness. I'm a bit disappointed? I've read how this is his best story, but it was... boring? The story of aliens was mostly exposition, and I know that's how he rolls most of the time, but with all the build-up -- it was sad. I liked the giant albino penguins though. And the idea of what could be hiding in the yet undiscovered parts of world. Too bad we already discovered everything lol [<- sounds like something said just before being eaten by a creature from the other dimension]

The Color Out of Space. Pretty regular Lovecraft stuff. Creepy little villages and forests, and all that. The way he described the landscapes though, I could only imagine them as very pleasant and just ideal for a stroll, like how are they creepy. I think you need to touch some grass Howard boy.

The Shadow Out of Time. Pretty similar to AtMoM, but I found it more compelling.

The Outsider. Creepy, I liked it.

The Music of Erich Zann. I really liked the vibe of mystery in the heart of the city.

The Rats in the Walls. I think it's one of my favorites, it's so creepy and disgusting.

Call of Cthulhu. Very solid story. I still can't believe that in the climax some guys drove their boat right through Cthulhu himself. That's a bit embarrassing...

6. Strange Beasts of China, Yan Ge. VERY up my alley. Magical realism, weird creatures, creepy city? I like how this book starts as a collection of short stories, but gradually they start to connect and finally you end with a single coherent narrative. Shout out to @drzewiej-niemota for recommending this book to me 😎.

7. Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy. After finishing this book I kinda felt like a total degenerate, because every time I've seen it mentioned, people said it's so atrocious and disgusting... But I was like, eh, it's not that bad? Like yeah, a lot of violent and cruel and disgusting things happen, but maybe the author's ascetic style diminished the impact. I loved how he still could be weirdly poetic despite this laconic language.

8. The Road, Cormac McCarthy. Ok, THIS one made me stare blankly at the wall. Definitely one of, if not the bleakest description of post-apocalypse I've ever seen. Everything is hopeless and cruel. You really don't believe that anyone (or anything) is gonna survive more than a few more years. But it's not an empty misery porn, far away from it in fact.

What the book is really about, is the indestructible, maybe even illogical love of a father for a son. It's the force which can make a man bear anything, and it can make sense of anything. Sometimes you start thinking - stop, man, there's no hope in this world, the real act of love would be to kill this child painlessly. And yet.

9. Fictions, Jorge Luis Borges. I only checked it out because I got intrigued by the story "Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", but then I decided to read the rest of the stories and it turned out that this book clicked with me very well. I can't really describe what the stories are about. It's like. The author taking some slightly absurd idea and having fun with it? There's also some of these reviews of fake books, if you're into it.

10. The Making of the Atomic Bomb, Richard Rhodes. Very good. Very thorough. Starts with the beginning of the 20th century and the first discoveries of the atom's constituents. Allows to understand how the politics of the time shaped the science.

11. No longer at ease, Chinua Achebe. Not as good as Things Fall Apart.

12. Nad Niemnem, Eliza Orzeszkowa. Decided to go with the flow and re-read another required reading after Chłopi. But it's ehhhhhhh not as good. I really liked the first part, where we got portraits of different people living near Kostrzyn, what they're like and why they're like this, and how their life changed them... But then the part about Bohatyrowicze was way too naive and idyllic, and the ending too sweet. Also if Justyna really wanted to make a change in the lives of the peasants, she should have married Różyc, in this essay I will-

13. Rehepapp ehk November, Andrus Kivirähk. Another one very much up my alley. Folk tales, magical realism, and, guess what, a small countryside society! I described it as "what if the peasants from The Peasants had magical powers?" The answer is: they would use it exclusively to steal from and piss of their neighbours. Which at first made for a great comedy. But then it stopped being funny, and started being too real.

14. The Worst Journey in the World, Apsley Cherry-Garrard. Or how Scott made it to the South Pole (miserably). It's nice to read a first-hand report.

15. a collection of short stories by Flannery O'Connor. To be fair I only read this book because I saw it in Lost (2004) 😔 (Jacob is reading it while Locke gets defenestrated). And it's another case, after Shirley Jackson, when the collection of short stories that, from the description of it, shouldn't do anything to me, ends up capturing my heart.

And finally. Some good fucking Christian literature. Most of the stories touch on some Christian themes, but they're like. What this religion is in its core, rather than whatever shallow view of it we usually see in fiction. What's the meaning of the grace; of forgiveness; what are the pitfalls of people who believe themselves good Christians; and so on.

16. Soviet Milk, Nora Ikstena. A story of a mother and a daughter who both grew up in the Soviet Latvia. A lot of talk, often uncomfortable, about the female body, since one of the protagonists is a gynaecologist. Quite a good read, but to be fair I expected somehing more.

17. Passport to Magonia, Jacques Vallee. Time to put your tinfoil hat on... so basically the author compares the stories of UFOs, UFO sightings and abductions, to the stories about fairies and demons, and finds that when it comes to the bare bones, they're very similar. I mostly read it for the fairy folklore bits.

Again, if anyone wants to make a kind of a tag game of it and list their own readings... [Jeb Bush please clap voice] please do...

#oc #bookblr #year in review

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darchildre · 8 days ago

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Came home from work and finished reading At the Mountains of Madness - here are my wrap-up final thoughts.

Thing One. I read the last 30 pages or so aloud to myself - it was great. Truly, my favorite way to experience Lovecraft is by reading aloud. I highly recommend it, especially if it's one of the ones were someone screams or dissolves into incoherent nonsense at the end. (I mean, make sure you're alone or warn the people you live with before you do that, obviously.)

Thing Two. I would like to apologize - I have been misquoting Lovecraft's adjectives about penguins from this story for years. The penguins are not 'sinister'. They are 'grotesque', and the 6-foot blind albino ones are 'monstrous'. No malice is ascribed to the penguins.

Thing Three. I mentioned Wilmarth getting namechecked in an earlier post. It's not just the once - he is all over this story, which is fascinating because I'm pretty sure this is the only example of a Lovecraft character continuing to show up in a major way after the story they star in. I desperately want to know what Wilmarth has told his colleagues about his experience in Whisperer. I also want to know if Dyer found him vaguely creepy and "unpleasantly erudite" before those events, or if it's a more recent development. Did he only get weird after meeting the Mi-go, or has he always been offputting? What is the faculty breakroom discussion at Miskatonic like? How many of the faculty have read the Necronomicon? Because it seems like it's a lot of them - hell, even the grad students get to read it.

Thing Four. God, I feel so bad for the Old Ones the Miskatonic expedition dug up. Fortunately, Dyer has also developed a lot of sympathy for the Old Ones by the end of the book, even if he does express it really weirdly:

...what indeed had they done? That awful awakening in the cold of an unknown epoch—perhaps an attack by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds, and a dazed defence against them and the equally frantic white simians with the queer wrappings and paraphernalia . . . poor Lake, poor Gedney . . . and poor Old Ones! Scientists to the last—what had they done that we would not have done in their place? God, what intelligence and persistence! What a facing of the incredible, just as those carven kinsmen and forbears had faced things only a little less incredible! Radiates, vegetables, monstrosities, star-spawn—whatever they had been, they were men!

And then they return to their city to find it broken and frozen over, all their people killed or fled, and monsters dwell in their sacred places, carving mocking words on their walls.

Seriously, this is like Gimli in Moria only multiplied by about a hundred. If Gimli was a barrel-cactus-starfish creature with wings who had been asleep for millions of years.

Thing Five. Except that this is also a robot uprising story (kinda) so you have to feel a little bad for the shoggoths too.

Like, yes, shoggoths are terrifying protoplasmic subway trains* that suck the heads off their enemies, but they are also sapient beings that were designed and created to be slaves. That sucks, and you have to root at least a little for the robots in any robot uprising story.

I'm not saying the Old Ones all deserve to have their heads sucked off by horrible jelly creatures, but I am saying that the horrible jelly creatures have a reasonable point.

(I am currently hoping that the shoggoths that work with the Deep Ones are doing so consensually.)

Thing Six. Oh my god, this is such a better response to Arthur Gordon Pym than Sphinx of the Ice Realm! Lovecraft manages to echo and rhyme with Poe's imagery and ideas - Antarctica, huge white birds, strange ominous vapors, ancient carvings that contain secret languages, final mind-altering visions, "Tekeli-li" - while telling a story that is wholly its own and is neither overshadowed by Pym or carelessly refuting Pym.

Good job, Howard.

Thing Seven. It is hilarious that Dyer spends this whole book going, "Look, I get it, it sounds fascinating but you can't go there and you can't try to do more research on the Old Ones - it's too dangerous, you'll go crazy and get your head sucked off by a shoggoth. Absolutely no expeditions to Antarctica." And then quietly at one point turns around and says, "But I will shortly be publishing a monograph on the customs and institutions of the Old Ones that I learned about through their extensive carved murals which only I and my grad student have seen."

A) Tease. I want to read your monograph. B) Just, "You can't go there, but I already did, and I'm going to write a paper." Hilarious. I love every academic from Miskatonic.

In conclusion! I had never actually read this one all the way to the end before - it's pretty great. A bit of a slow start and a tad too much geological terminology, but the tragedy at Lake's camp is a great horror-mystery set-piece, and the journey through the Old One's city is generally really fun. A very fun time - highly recommended.

*I love the subway train imagery so much, you guys.

#lovecraft reread

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With the rough roadmap posted, what are the odds of Foreigner OC?

I went to check it out because I missed the stream. Innnnnnteresting there is a space before the finale, but it could be for the Galahad vs Mashu confrontation if that is going to be pre-finale. Ramblings under the cut:

(Disclaimer: I would have preferred not to deal with OCs fillers from the start and made it to the base immediately after LB7 finale).

The odds really depend on how packed their schedule is (when the finale is dropping and if it's mean to end this year). My friend Tiff played the Christmas event thinks there's something set up, but I can't give my input until I read it. Something "set up" in FGO could be for multiple reasons, too: a follow up event, another story outside the game (Arcade?). And it could take years to get there. Look at Arthur hunting Manaka. It's been "set up" since 2017, and each year they say something is coming yet Magical Girl Arc and Ciel made it to the game before that. Set-ups are worthless to Nasu's and Takeuchi's whims: Koyan getting two Servants, young Moriarty were not in the plans but they happened anyway.

I DO expect something Foreigner-related to drop this year if it's not an OC because the card was in the trailer. It may not be a full OC (or get labeled that way) because no other class card was in the trailer, and they got an OC, including Mooncancer. They had words attached to their OCs. But, if it does get something a pseudo-OC (terminology-wise, I can see them pulling this: the "Pseudo Singularities" didn't count as Singularities, so this doesn't count even if it's essentially the same as time waster), I assume it will explore or touch the Foreigner class that isn't necessarily linked to Lovecraft and hopefully…not connected to the Servant Universe (this is a pipedream). Nasu expressing his desire to do Saber Wars III and how he included them in the Mooncancer OC haunts me as a real possibility. Lovecraft Foreigner lore dropped years ago in Scramble. It's time to explore the other Foreigners (with those evil gods connected will be here too, but their lore will not get an exclusive focus) because CHALDEAS is dangerous to the "universe" outside humanity. I don't think it's fair or makes sense to gloss them over when they are future damaged parties. Foreigners need to be accepted if you want to beat Marisbury because he's apparently xenophobic with aliens and a human supremacist according to memes.

Mmmm….It's bizarre to bring this up because I don't like her character or how it butchered a perfectly fine historical figure, but Altera might get a big role. They teased the Sefar lore role multiple times during the Lostbelts divergences, and she used to be a pet character who was promoted as the 'Fgo Saber.' Unfortunately, two OC out of four have been Extra-pandering (Rani units, everything in Mooncancer); it sadly checks in.

I would have expected Abigail, but she got an alt recently (as did the previous Foreigner heroine, Clythie-Gogh, with her arc wrapped). That smells like compensation for having a future minor role which is bullshit when Dantes left her in charge of Guda's well-being, and they could finally bring back Lavinia; but completely believable if Nasu decides it's time to promote either the Velber or the Servant Universe. That's an assumption I have if there is a pseudo-OC dropping before the finale unlock. Alternative options as female companions are Yang Guifei and BBthotep...I wouldn't also put it pass Nasu of wanting a third Sakura focus on these filler chapters. Guifei feels too minor of a character to fill the shoes left behind by Kama, Jeanne Alter or BB/Eresh. She's obviously more popular than Altera, but Altera has main heroine (of some other entry) upperhand.

Foreigner needs to be accepted because Daybit has to return to help in the final battle, and he's also an alien. I don't want to wait a decade until Nasu decides to loredump the Dark Star in a completely unrelated title. Crumbs could get included if it happens.

#fgo ask #fgo speculation

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that-one-raccoon · 8 months ago

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THOGUTS ON THE NEW COIL CHAPTWR???? IF U HAVNT POSTED ABT IT ALREADY

AALJSJNJSNSJDGSJNSDGJN

SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR DAYS

(seriously how did this take almost a week to get to omfg im so sorry)

okok

i have.... so many thoughts about this new chapter

FIRST OFF

the gang ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

i love them. i also love how begrudgingly pansy got accepted, i love her character and i need dazai and pansy to be best frenemies

Second off, oooasodjjf GEORGE

THAT"S MY BOY!!!!

no seriously he's one of my favorite characters ever and i dont even know why

Percy!! Get 'em!!!

also,,,, them talking about Dazai possibly getting sent to azkaban is so interesting to me because there's no way dazai's innocence getting proven and the whole sensitivity to magic is getting wrapped up in three chapters and *checks notes* the next book is the prisoner of azkaban so.... 👀 👀

and considering how we have the whole DOE situation i think that, if we do get another installment, Kouyou might play a larger role which i'm really excited about (i love her)

(i really hope we get a third installment but seeing how shitty some people have been to allegory there is very much a possibility that it isn't going to happen. its a shame, but also very fair considering the type of shit people have been commenting)

the whole chamber scene was really funny to me jsut the loyalty club (back together again♥️♥️♥️) bickering the whole way was just hilarious.

Dazai and Pansy being reluctant frenemies, and a shit ton of Blazai contenttttt yesssssss

THE. FIGHT. SCENE.

AAJASIJDOIFSSGI

was so good???!!! also i love the trend of dazai passing out after the final boss of the story it's hilarious

oh i cant wait until snape gets the potions in order bc i need a poppy interaction

(if the idea of her adopting dazai is still on the table, then his possible arrest would make a fantastic conflict ohhhhh i can smell the angst potential)

OH I ALMOST FORGOT

if you couldn't tell ive been thinking about the azkaban theory way too much and i was wondering...

what if the dementors arent magic?

HEAR ME OUT

obviously they're magic, in a sense. but because abilities and magic are practically the same thing in different fonts in this universe, i wonder if the dementors are similar in nature to lovecraft's "ability"

meaning, dazai wouldn't be able to nullify their effects.

that would be so interesting to explore

but anyway yeah all in all, amazing chapter, i cannot wait to see what's in store for next chapter (tomorrow, wow this is so late im so sorry)

#no but again sorry it took my like a week to get to this #i started this like the day you sent me this and saved it to my drafts where it got lost for a WHILE #sorry 😅#magic and mystery #coil

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madscarypod · 1 year ago

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Episode 1 Recap: The Color Under the Shadow of Space

Welcome back! It's our first official episode.

If you listened to our intro episode and/or read the blog you know that we’re officially kicking off our research with AI-generated recommendation Under the Shadow (2016). After we wrapped recording, I decided to throw my pick The Color Out of Space (2020) for a solid - something comes into my house and ruins the vibes - double bill. Hey look! It's us.

Before we get into that, we start off by chatting about our fancy photo shoot with photographer of Terrifier 2 fame and friend of the pod, Jeff Harris Studios. Thank you, Jeff! Dropped a few favorites below. Spooky stuff.

We’re super excited to have him on in a few episodes to discuss shooting on horror film sets and some of his favorite scary movie tropes. Cannibal stuff is mad scary and mad gross, yo. I insist on digging in on Armie Hammer’s disturbing proclivities. After a viewing of House of Hammer, I’m left speechless on what I’ve seen & heard but excited to share my vengeance-filled lucid dreams. Also richies probably eat people all the time, right?

Rina then shares an update on OpenAI’s legal hot water. ChatGPT be hallucinating too much and OpenAI is going to need to evaluate their loosey goosey legal language. Finally, we share shark attack stories since Jaws was back in theaters 4th of July weekend. Also, are there lake sharks? I don’t want to know.

We then dig into Babak Anvari’s Under the Shadow (2016) but Rina is unfortunately reminded of another Babak Anvari movie, Wounds (2019). She did not care for it. Guess who’s in it? Armie Hammer. Womp, womp. He was definitely part of the problem but Rina's not keen on the execution overall.

Anywho, we do a pretty solid recap of the movie - it’s 1988, Tehran and we’re introduced to a family navigating life during a war as well as mysterious and supernatural happenings in their home. Rina does a great job laying out the lore of the Djinn and chat some of the tropes - creepy little kids, Moms being suss, and real-life terror juxtaposed with supernatural terror. We discuss some of the creative choices that really stood out to us; like the fact there was little to no music and the washed out, bright overexposed photograph look of the movie. We talk about our favorite scenes - a solid jump scare, a creepy foot through a ceiling crack, and an open-ended non-ending. All in all a fantastic movie. Mad Scary not Mad Corns. Significantly better than Wounds. This was definitely Babak’s story to tell.

We keep it going and chat through Richard Stanley’s The Color Out of Space (2019) based on the H.P. Lovecraft story of the same name. Jesus Christ. This movie. We talk high-level about the plot. You have five to ten minutes of exposition and an introduction to the Gardner family - they live in the country, they have llamas which may or may not be a poor investment, the daughter is a Wiccan, her brother is into smoking weed and space stuff, their little brother wears glasses and has a lisp.

Things immediately start going crazy after a meteorite crashes onto the Gardner’s land. The level and pace in which this movie escalates can only be likened to a freight train speeding into a fever dream. It’s also mad gross. This is Richard Stanley’s second mainstream movie. His first was the ill-fated Island of Dr. Moreau (1996). It was so bad they made a documentary about it. Anywho, this man clearly likes gooey gross because he leans in hard. The body horror and gore is off the chain. My man also has an unsavory past with women - can we separate the art from the artist? I'm having a time with it.

Wait!? Did I mention Nick Cage plays Papa Gardner? I didn’t!? My bad. Um, Nicholas Cage plays the dad in this movie and I just love him for it. If I ever get to meet him, I need to ask him about some of his choices - all inspired but I just want to know why he made them cuz we got theories. Mr. Cage, what's up with that voice? Nick Cage's performance, the saturated colors, and the narrative device make this movie a must watch. Mad Scary approved.

We’ve collected some tropes from both movies. While Rina felt they weren’t super similar, I think the tropes speak volumes. Horror movies that take place in the home feel the scariest because our homes are where we are meant to feel safe, comfortable, and the most ourselves. The idea of something coming into that safe space and terrorizing you, and you have nowhere to go to escape it, is mad scary.

Common Horror Movie / Scary Tropes & Devices

Here are the interviews that I promised: Babak Anvari Interview Richard Stanley Interview

For Episode 2, we decided on Alex Garland’s Ex Machina (2015), a movie we were planning to watch together pre-podcast. It’s one of Rina’s favorites and feels very fitting in terms of our AI co-collaborator. Finally, we asked Chat GPT to recommend a good companion film for Ex Machina. Here’s how it went:

In classic ChatGPT form, it beefed the request and recommended an episode of Black Mirror. No. That’s not a movie. We try again:

Ok! We’ll be watching Ex Machina & The Machine next episode. We’ll also start to talk about our writing process and make some plans/next steps around writing our script. I’ll also try to limit the amount of times I say the word fascinating. See you in a few weeks!

#generativeai #horrormoviepodcast #artificial intelligence #movies #nicolas cage #writing #madscarypod #madscary #madscarypodcast

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A hole that's never to be filled.

A friend of mine's dog is dying. He and his husband are having his wiener dog put down later today as his advanced age has made his many infirmities too much to bear. It happens.

I've known this guy on the internet for as long as Waf's been in the picture. We knew each other way back in the days when blogs were the place to be an absolute asshole to people who can't slap you. Liberal politics, but we had a good bit in common. Two weirdos from the worst the rural South had to offer in the '80s.

The way my friend talks, as much as a square peg I was, his was way worse on account of being gay and I can't argue with him. He's pulled a full-on Thomas Wolfe and lives with his husband in the Big Apple. What love I have for my little village's corner of the world I do not push on him nor does he pull.

I wish I had something better to say to him. Otis was probably the last thing that kept me hanging on. He died and I quit writing my news blog, I quit messing around with harmonicas or paying attention to music, and I really quit giving too much of a shit about what previously grabbed my attention.

Namely, politics and video games. Video games became mere background noise like bad movies and Lovecraft pastiches of dubious quality, so that's a story for another time. Once I get my head wrapped around it, I'll get back to you.

As for politics, well, I'm just tired. We've had a microscope on the American Political Machine - including the media, all media, that coves said machine - and I really don't think we've learned a single thing. Not about how the government works or what the media is even supposed to be, nothing. I hate to be almost cliched, but look who's running for president come November and ponder the important issues of the day, and tell me we - as a culture, as a people, as a nation - have learned a goddamn thing.

But so much for all that. The end came and for once in my life, I didn't try to grind it out until it started to work. No one read my news blog except for my brother for news about Mississippi and my ex whenever Facebook reminded her. I never received one response and none of my visitors were able to convince me they weren't digital ephemera.

Maybe losing Otis gave me an excuse. I quit the gym not long after because I wasn't able to make myself go. I quit talking to both my therapist and the pysch doc because I'm tired of talking to people, especially about my general depression and the specific disinclination to hang around longer than necessary. Hell, it was around this time my teeth passed the point of no return. Keep up your orthodontal health, brethren.

The therapist asked me to come up with three reasons to stay in this world and I could only come up with Momma and Otis. The dog, of course, is easy. I took him on a responsibility and never found anyone better to take over the job. As for Momma, well, as rough as her life has been - and rougher than it needed to be for anyone and for no good reason - I figure she didn't need to spend her declining years wondering why her eldest son and favored child couldn't stay in this life anymore and what she did to cause it. It ain't her fault, but you know how mommas are.

But that's all I've got. It's recently occurred to me that my lifelong restlessness - always stymied by my fathomless laziness - is because I've never really had any ambition or goals or, really, dreams. The whole writing thing is partly ego and mostly because it's the first thing I ever did that someone told me, "Damn, Matt, that's really good." Otherwise, man, I just like to read and thought it'd be an easy gig.

Called that one wrong. Pay attention to your Uncle Matt, kids. Always remember that no matter what you do, the bills have to be paid and they never stop. Just something to consider.

But these days? It occurred to me that I have the perfect set-up. Someone's paying my bills and I am finally free to do... what? If there was something I wanted to do, I'd be doing it. If there was somewhere I wanted to be, I'd be there. If there was someone I wanted to be with, I'd be with them.

There isn't. There aren't any stories I want to tell, either, and since there's nowhere I want to go and no one I want to talk to - and I don't want to talk to anyone about anything anyway - I'm not getting any stories to tell. I really should sit Momma down and make her tell me the History of Peaceful Valley (According to Mr. & Mrs. C. B---). If nothing else, it'd be colorful and with her, it's gone forever.

But I just don't care. I don't care what I eat for supper tonight. The next book, the next game, the next movie, the next documentary, the next bowl, it's all static to drown out the dark voices in my head. I don't care what my brother does with the current jigsaw puzzle of his life. I trust him, he's smarter than me, and he'll do the right thing for him, so luckily, I don't have to care.

I care about making Momma happy and basically, all I have to do there is be pleasant and unproblematic. That's a chore in itself, I don't know if I could manage much else. I guess I should count my blessings that no one is asking anything out of me. It's lonely but I'm used to lonesome.

#tw: pet death #tw: depression #tw: mental health #tw: suidice #fnord

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spacexseven · 3 years ago

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if anyone wasn't sure, the incompetence brigade refers to a group in chapter 64.5 of the bsd manga, where oguri, katai, kajii and lovecraft were selected to save the world on the basis that they are pretty much the least main-character type of people around. it's not exactly part of canon but it's a pretty fun and short read! this idea-dump-thing is for bestie anon, who brought up the idea of yandere incompetence brigade a while ago.

cw: kidnapping, hacking

out of the four, oguri is pretty easy to like. despite his overall demeanor, his ability is super useful to clean up and darling takes advantage of that very often! every time they come running to him, he gets so excited only to hear they want him to help clean up the spilt drinks in the hallway and vacuum the carpet. he can't believe how his ability, the same one that perplexes so many people, and leaves so many cases unsolved, the one that is a living nightmare for detectives (except that one) is being used as a cleaning service—and for free?! no matter how many times he explains that the perfect crime should be used to destroy evidence, darling always says "but this is evidence too! evidence of my existence!" and well...they're not wrong. he's super soft for darling and would do anything they ask for. yes, even if it's using his ability to vacuum the carpet—all the while, though, he'll be groaning and whining.

with that being said, it's just as easy for him to be cruel—using his ability to erase darling's presence, almost as if they never existed in the first place, destroying their passport and papers and cleaning up their apartment. when darling does something to upset the group, oguri gets the angriest, feeling very betrayed at how they were trying to leave when just yesterday they were cooing at how cute his ability was (in an alternate universe where oguri's ghost things are not invisible). he absolutely hates going out and will never cave into such a demand, no matter how much darling asks. the most they get out of him is some activities to do at home.

about katai...well apart from the fact he rarely ever leaves his futon (darling isn't even sure if he washes it. the one time they tried to investigate—followed by the ever silent and surprisingly stealthy lovecraft—they only saw him wrapped in a shockingly similar futon while he was busy hanging up his own one. needless to say, it was a learning experience.) he's really fun to hang around! katai always helps darling cheat when they're playing video games and the few times they go out, he has no qualms in manipulating traffic lights to cut through the crowd. if they're at home (like they are most of the time), katai keeps them entertained with his unlimited control over technology. want to stream a movie for free? katai's the one to ask! want to hack into kajii's computer to find out his secret lemon bomb build guide? look no further than katai! needless to say, everyone starts becoming wary of using electronics after realizing what it is that you two get up to.

of course, it's just as easy for him to hack into darling's devices and mess around, deleting messages and contacts and destroying connections with others. it's surprising when their phone is so easily handed over to darling when they ask for it, but it's actually katai's tampering—not that they'd ever know—that made it 'safe' enough for the others to let darling keep it. darling can't try using any of the other devices, either—katai will surely know, and it won't end well. and of course, just as he can change traffic lights so he can reach destinations faster, he can use it to stall darling's escaping and turn cameras to find them as they run past.

kajii loves blowing things up, so he can be a little irritating to be around, but not always. most of the time he wants to blow up darling's enemies and anyone who makes them mad, but since that would gain too much attention, he settles for letting them throw it at targets in isolated areas to help release their anger. he's the one who always wants to go out and is very obnoxiously clingy anywhere and everywhere. despite this, he doesn't hold back in public, threatening anyone that looks at darling too long.

lovecraft at first...was a little more complicated, but he's easy to warm up to. he's almost always asleep or underwater—or both. once he learns that no, darling can not sleep underwater, he finds a new solution! lying down in the kiddie pool ! lovecraft can sleep there with darling seated nearby, and as long as nobody comes looking, it's a pretty cute scene. whenever he is awake, however, he's a surprisingly great companion despite the unfavorable circumstance. other than his unexpectedly great cuddles, he's the one that's always up to anything darling wants—even when he dreads going out, he'll do it for darling. he's also the one, though he has arguably the most dangerous 'ability', who never gets mad. lovecraft is almost always quiet and calm, and happily accepts to hide away darling when oguri is pissed. it sucks when he sometimes goes off to sleep for long, unspecific periods of time, but he always comes back <3

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Let’s Read Lair of the White Worm!

So, with Dracula Daily wrapping up, I thought it might be fun to take a look at another horror novel by Bram Stoker, specifically, Lair of the White Worm, originally published in 1911 (the year before Stoker’s death), with a posthumous abridged version published in 1925. I believe the novel is in the public domain, as the entire text of the 1925 version can be read on Wikipedia’s Wikisource here. The original 1911 text can be found in scanned form here, and links to individual chapters, along with some information about the text, can be found here. I’m trying to do some research on the book before diving into it, because honestly, I don’t know much about it. According to Wikipedia, it is considered ‘one of the worst books ever written’, but doesn’t go into detail as to why that is. HP Lovecraft, in his 1927 essay ‘Supernatural Horror in Literature’ (which can ALSO be found on Wikisource!) , refers to the novel in relation to other works of Stoker’s, saying that it “utterly ruins a magnificent idea by a development almost infantile”, though doesn’t go into more detail than that. And given Lovecraft is...well. Lovecraft, his opinion may not hold much weight to the average modern reader (though he does mention another Stoker novel, The Jewel of Seven Stars, which sounds interesting and, according to him, is less ‘crudely written’).

The book was covered by one of my favorite podcasts, ‘372 Pages We’ll Never Get Back’, the bad book podcast from Rifftrax’s Michael J Nelson and Conor Lastowka, as their ‘season 9′ book, episode 54-58 according to the podcast’s website. Now, I DID listen to those episodes (along with many others, seriously, it’s a great podcast, everyone should give it a listen), but honestly, I can’t really remember much about the book or what they said about it, which may not bode well to things here. But, this story has to have it’s reputation for a reason, and it doesn’t seem to me like it’s because it’s just...boring. Though it could be! There’s plenty of things called ‘the worst of’ that have just been really really dull. The story is based on the tale of the Lambton Worm, a legend from England. The original legend/story is about a man from County Durham and his battle with a giant wyrm or worm (aka a dragon without limbs or wings...so essentially a huge terrifying snake with a dragon head, which...sounds absolutely awful, do not like at all). Now, as with all folk tales and legends, there’s different versions of the tale floating around, and Wikipedia gives an overview of the story, as well as links to several different versions of it (I swear I’m not trying to just use Wikipedia for research it’s just a really great place to grab links to other things, my college professors would despair of me to see me now). A google search also brings back more information about the tale, different versions, the location of the hill where the battle between the hero and the worm happened, etc. There’s apparently quite a few tales in different parts of the UK about battles with giant worms, so, plenty of places for Stoker to get inspiration from. Again, doing some searching on the net doesn’t really give a lot about Stoker’s process for writing this particular book, probably because it’s not as famous or as well analyzed as Dracula is. There was apparently a movie made in the late 80s loosely based off the Stoker novel, and it starred Hugh Grant and Peter Capaldi. Which is WILD to think about. The director of the film was also apparently disappointed by the novel and, along the same train of thought as Lovecraft, thought that it had potential but fell short of the highs of Dracula. Stoker would have been 63 when this book was published, and who’s to say what his physical health was like during the writing process. I’m assuming that some of the modern issues people have about Dracula (the xenophobia and the racism) are likely still there, though if the story takes place entirely in England like the legend it’s based on, I’m not sure how much there would be...might be more classism coming into things? I honestly don’t know. I’ve tried to find out stuff about this book and it’s just...there’s not a lot out there? There’s a whole detailed plot summary on Wikipedia, but that’s not going to go into detail about the writing style, the characters and how they come alive on the page, etc...it’s good for spoilers, though, so, head’s up if you care about that (I personally don’t, I like having a little idea of what I’m getting into). That being said, I’m not sure if it’s spoilers for the 1911 version or the 1925 version, so there is still a bit of mystery.

So! Let’s read The Lair of the White Worm, Bram Stoker’s last novel and, apparently, one of the worst books ever! Is it really? How does it hold up or compare to the far more famous Dracula? Let us find out! (The 1911 version has 40 chapters, so while a chapter a day is fairly reasonable, I may try for two, possibly three. Work is very boring, I’d much rather read a book of questionable quality than just sit at my desk all day waiting for reference questions.)

#Bram Stoker #dracula #lair of the white worm #let's read!#I still intend on doing some of the other classics daily/weekly/etc that are in the works #I know there's one for Frankenstein and one for Moby Dick that sounds good #there's a Poe one as well which is great because Poe is great #but revisiting another Stoker work after finishing Dracula and comparing it just feels like an interesting idea #there's a couple of books he's written that sound like they could be interesting to read #this is just the one that has the reputation as a really bad book so why not start here

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laketaj24 · 4 years ago

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Needy: William, Lovecraft Fanfiction

Author’s Note: Hello again! I hope you all have been well. Conjured this up last night and had to post it! It’s smuttier than the last, sorry, but not for real lmao. Happy reading! Let me know what you think! Taglist/ Requests are open! To be added or removed hit my asks! Thank you! (SN: He doesn’t have a last name on the show, as far as I can remember, so I made one up. Thanks)

Pairings: William x Reader, Lovecraft Fanfiction

Warnings: Smut. Language.

William Bradford owned the law firm at the edge of downtown, perched on a corner, and lit by the streetlight, where he called the area a prime spot. There was no denying that there was a surplus of business flowing from the place; he was well known for having the legal talents to handle almost any case; it was irksome, sometimes. You stood at the frosted door, wondering if you should turn around; it had been a few days since you last saw William, and the last conversation had not ended on good terms. He had tried to call four times that you knew of, and you only knew because he left a message with your roommate. It was a risk to even leave a message with her; she already had doubts that your relationship with him was platonic.

The walk from uptown had given you time to think of why you were here in the first place; you were no longer content with the status of your relationship. No, there was not too much that could change, but you had a proposal that William would find interesting.

It took a few minutes, but you decided to enter the office; you did miss him after all, and walking the distance you did deserve at least a small reward, even if that was just seeing his face. The phone’s trill ring occurred every five seconds, and the curvy secretary did not seem to have enough hands or ears to get to them all.

“Bradford Law Firm?” She said with a deep sigh. “No, apologize; he is busy for the afternoon.” A moment of silence passes, and then she shakes her head as if the person on the other line could see her. “Yes, William has 3pm tomorrow available.”

You say nothing stepping away from her desk while slipping the gloves from your hands. The chill of the fall had started to take over outside. You loved the change in weather; you’d discovered it to be sexier for William to have more to take off when he had the chance. The walls of the office were basically bare; only the photo of his beloved car and his law degree had the privilege to be on them. He loved things simples, in decor but not so much in relationships. The relationship between the two of you was everything but simple.

“Ms. YN.” She looked up from her desk with a warm smile, but her eyes bared the truth. The secretary was not fond of the two of you; you didn’t care, though.

“Hi, Caroline.” You waved. “Mr. Bradford and I are having lunch.”

“I do not see you here on the schedule.”

The door opened in front of you, and he appeared. The navy tailored suit fit him, well, accentuating the slender cut of his waist all while flaunting that he indeed was from old money. “Ms. Y/L/N, how can I be of service?” William’s hands were shoved into his pocket as he leaned against the wooden doorjamb. “Legal troubles?”

“Now you know damn well,” Your throat was dry all of a sudden; you cleared it subtly and exhaled. “Our lunch date,” You laughed, hoping that he would not embarrass you in front of this woman you barely even like.

“I was just informing Y/N she was not on the schedule.”

“Of course, she is not on it; she does not need to make an appointment for lunch or for anything for that matter.” William moves from the door with the slight swagger in his walk that you’d grown accustomed to walking from afar, and one thing was sure it looked better up close. His eyes carefully examine you from head to toe, pausing at the cream pencil skirt that halted just above your knee. He swiped his hand over his mouth and then smiled at you. “How are you?”

“Tired, I walked from across town for our lunch date, and you aren’t going to offer me a seat.” The harmless flirting in person was the closest thing to foreplay you’d manage to display. You return the lustful look, dragging your eyes over his body, stopping to meet his eyes.

“Forgive my manners or lack of any.” He sucked his teeth, turning to Caroline. “It appears you have earned yourself a long lunch. You can return at two.”

“That’s two hours.” She scoffed in protest.

“I know.” His lips were pursed in a fine line, displaying his dismay in her questions. “I stated it would be a long lunch.” William took her jacket and purse from the hook behind her and handed it to her.

“Will you need me to bring you anything to eat?”

“I plan to eat in.” He stated with a smirk. The words instantly making you clench your legs together. “Have a good lunch Caroline.”

The dismal did not last long, for as soon as she took her belongings, he was in front of you. His arms cornering you against the wall and nose gently rubbing down the line of your face. “I called you yesterday.”

“I was studying.”

“And that’s a good reason to not answer?”

“You lived, didn’t you?”

“Barely.” He answered.

The door closes, and your fingers wrap around his tie, tugging him closer to you. “I missed you.” you smile, hoping it would ease the sting of ignoring him for a day. William needed to be told no sometimes, you spoiled him. Always answer his beck and call; no was a good thing.

Then perhaps you should act as if you did.” William stepped back, taking your hands from his tie and cocking his brow. “Did you pass those tests?”

“Yes.” You beam at him. “Glad you care.”

“I always care.”

“You weren’t allowing me time to study, keeping me up all hours of the night.” The first step into his office is calming. This place was where you first met; he’d taken up being your lawyer for a small civil suit. There hadn’t been a need to come here multiple times a day other than for him to fuck you. You were addicted to the feel of him, the charming cadence of his words, and the magic of those fingers no matter the circumstances.

“Why walk across town?” William took a seat at his desk, adjusting his tie and then peering up at you. “I could have easily come to you.”

“I felt bad about not seeing you this past week.” The softness of your voice is unexpected, but the small truths come out when you are vulnerable; you knew this.

“Then you should have come over when I asked.” He adjusted the papers on the table and clears his throat. It was not in his character to not embrace any vulnerability in you, even when he was mad at you. He was that gentleman. “Is this an apology, Y/N?” William waited for your response.

“I don’t think I owe you an apology, William. I wanted to talk to you about some things that have been heavy on me, though, if you have the time.” You take one step towards the desk, and he holds his hand, halting you. “What?” The tension lay thick in the air.

“I just know that if you walk over here, we won’t get to talk, and you claim that is why you’re here anyhow.”

“I want,” you paused. What did you want?

“What?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“You.” The weighty word floated from your lips precariously.

William motioned you over to him, and when you were in reach, he had his hands on you. Wet kisses trailed up your neck to the rose petal-soft lips that graced your face. If it was possible to be worshipped through touch, William had perfected it. His fingers lagged soft lines up your legs, pushing the pencil skirt to allow easier access. The talented lips sung rushed kisses that turned into slow lulls, mixed with nips from his teeth and tastes from his tongue. He was everywhere, and you loved it; you wanted more. He breathed heavily once he pulled you over him; your legs dangled on each side of him. William loved the feeling of you on top of him. The weight of you was overwhelming; the sound of your moans when his hands traveled up your exposed thighs to the line of your underwear than to your soaked middle. Two hours seemed like a long time, but in truth, it was nothing two the two of you. You pushed your skirt up higher, allowing you to feel his cock through his pants.

“I’m going to ruin this dress.”

“I have to walk back uptown.”

“No, you don’t.” William pushed the curls from your face and looked up at you. “I will take you back to your place.”

“You sure about that white boy?” Your teeth graze over his earlobe, only feeling more intoxicated by him while continuing the playful banter. “Not your side of town?”

“Wherever you are, is my side of town.” He pushes his two fingers in your mouth. “Suck.” You opened your mouth, taking them in your mouth, sucking for a moment, and they were gone, back in between your legs and pushing into you expertly, causing you to bow from him. You exhaled, locking eyes with him as he started his pursuit. William pumped his fingers into you, massaging your clit with his thumb each time they entered you. Your pussy enveloped them, welcoming them in like old friends and that they were. There was no room for a coherent thought, your head fell back, and eyes rolled as he started to fuck you with his fingers. He had barely even touched your clit, and somehow you were drenched for him. “You’re so needy.” He laughed.

There was no patience in your next movements; you reached between the two of you and unbuttoned his pants. His dick pressed against his boxers. Usually, there was a rhythm to these things. He liked to get undressed at his own pace and fuck you slow. This was not today. William stood, throwing you onto the scattered papers on his desk and spread your legs wide for him to admire you.

“You’re not allowed to run today.” He gave a small smile before he unsheathed himself, pumping up and down himself a few times. William hovered over you; his dick flinched warm over the entrance of your pussy. “Understand?”

“Yes.” You shook your head, you never really intended to run, but there was only many so many times you could cum.

William places his thumb on your clit and then slams into you, hilt deep, your body quakes taking all of him and reveling in pleasure. “Sweet Y/N.” He groans, his teeth clenched as he starts to fuck you. His hips snap onto your body, knocking your body up the desk. The tips of his fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thigh, pulling you to meet him at each thrust, and your hips naturally wind. Grinding on him, allowing that extra tease of pleasure to your swollen nub. The deeper he sunk into you, the more intense the pleasure grew. He pulls out of you, swiping his heavy cock down your slit and then tapping playfully only to flip you over. Your ass is sat up just for him; you didn’t want him to stop.

Impatiently you rub yourself against him, feeling him jump against your skin, and then chuckle. “Calm down, sweetheart.” The charming lull of his voice is followed by his hand, pressing the arch of your back and him slamming into you. Sweet delicious sting flooded through your entire body, setting each nerve afire with a tingling sensation you could not stop. Your body shook against, and he continued to fuck you, guiding your hips to meet his thrust. Your feet hovered over the ground, and you were more than grateful for the desk holding your body because had it not been there, you might have floated away. He made you feel weightless. Your toes curled as the high pitch mewls exclaimed your ecstasy. How the fuck had you gone a week, better yet a day without him?

The flowers on the corner of the desk crashed to the floor, the glass shattering and water spattering. William didn’t care; you gripped the table as he growled, and he snapped his hips on your ass. William was chasing his high, and it was inside of you. He fucked you deeper, leaning his body over yours fully and then spreading your legs wider for better access. You imagined what you looked like spread out on the desk beneath him, unable to stop yourself from coming over and over, and one thing was sure, you were needy. How in the fuck could you not be? He slammed into you once more, and this time he grew harder, releasing himself once he was deep enough in you, and then he continued to fuck into you. He wanted to savor the moment just as much as you.

There was a mess made of the office, his clothes, and yours; there was no redemption from it. William didn’t seem to mind; he fixed himself to the best of his capabilities and then turned his attentions to you, adjusting the mess of curls atop your head and then straightening your skirt. “What are your plans for the evening?”

“Cleaning, maybe reading.”

“No studying?” William wiped the remnants of the lipstick from the side of your face and cupped your face making sure your eyes were on him.

“I hadn’t planned it.”

“Good, then come home with me.” When you said nothing, he rolled his eyes, “You are not the only one that is needy.”

“I can do that.” The smile on your face was not able to be erased at the moment.

William draped you in his coat and placed the fedora atop his head. He opened the door, not expecting to Caroline there; the permanent scowl on her face did not phase him or you for that matter. “Caroline, glad to have you back. Cancel my meetings and clean the office.” Her mouth dropped, staring at you. “After that, you are free for the afternoon. Good day to you.”

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