#lils book feels

[malkaleh]

My favourite books I have read this year:

The entirety of the Grishaverse though my special highlight is the King of Scars/Rule of Wolves duology (the Crows duology was read in 2022)

Divine Rivals (listen I love books partly told in letters that are a lot about kindness and friendship)

Tress of the Emerald Sea was so much fun (also the world was so interesting).

Currently I’m loving the first Scholomance book.

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[snowyfrostshadows]

So.

We went from this for Starclan Cats:

To.

This:

Biggest downgrade of my life.

[cerealmonster15]

skully (scully??) in his element: alone in a quiet dark room with NOTHING but a single pumpkin and a light inside😌

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[eskildit]

i think a lot about hot sauce and jeannemary. two young girls so ready to kill and to die. a comparison made all the worse when you recall that hot sauce lost all her family to the cohort, that she can specifically recall fourth style necromancy (using corpses as bombs). a fourteen and thirteen year old that could easily have been on opposite sides of the same front line. 

[sexyleon]

Dracula has been my favourite novel for just under two decades and I have reread it multiple times throughout the years, but nothing compares to the experience of @re-dracula . Something about hearing the voices of all the characters, experiencing the horror as it happened to them, is more chilling, more compelling, and more terrifying than any other reading experience. Nothing is filled in and nothing is cut out. It’s a 1:1 adaptation that places you between predator and prey. The voice acting, the sound design, the pacing— all of it lends itself to a completely immersive experience that transforms Dracula from a silly little vampire story into a fundamentally horrifying tale.

Anyways, you can listen to Re: Dracula here.

[jasdiary]

i like to think Juvia knows ab disney, the villains and references and all, but keeps it to herself. Like, she knew if she said “omg that’s the evil queen!” in front of everyone, she’d get shot. That and she doesn’t wanna mesh the two worlds, it feels wrong.

Which brings me to my original thought : She’s says fuck all that and gets so geeked when she meets Jack Skellington. The Nightmare Before Christmas may not have been her fave movie growing up, but she always had a soft spot for this guy. She sees Skully and goes “hm. ok, the Jack Skellington of this world i’m guessing.” and then she sees THE MAN HIMSELF and loses her fucking mind.

“Oh my goodness, It’s Mr. Jack!-“

“JACK SKELLINGTON?????”

This would probably be the point in time she makes it clear that Twisted Wonderland does have some sort of correlation to her world, just not in the way everyone thought. I fully think her and Skully are jumping up and down together when they meet him.

“Juvia, You know this guy?”

“HELLO??? THAT’S THE PUMPKIN KING HIMSELF HAVE YOU NEVER WATCHED THE MOVI- Oh.”

Can you tell i’m enjoying this event and its characters

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[malkaleh]

Lil Reads 2004

(inspired by @maryoliveoil my fellow gay swiftie)

-reread

A Deadly Education

The Last Graduate

The Golden Enclaves

Valdemar

Ruthless Vows

The House Of Dudley

February

House Of Flame And Shadow

March

Empire Of Storms

Cassiels Servant

The Magic Of The Ballet

You and You Alone

Tempests & Slaughter

May (so far)

A Study In Drowning

Unruly

The Familiar (currently reading)

[fumifooms]

thanks for infecting me with marchil its so so fun to just see them pair themselves up in the background now

especially love how much she picks him up like a cat (and when he has the opportunity to do it to her too he just lugs her around like a sack of oats) gosh i love them they're so funny

YAAAAAA 🎉🎉 I’m so glad to hear it welcome to the sillies corner 🤝

THEY’RE SOOO SO FUNNY

They’re worsties that cannot get enough of each other

[lovelyrottingcrows]

it's hard being a possessed teen in this economy

[thatneoncrisis]

every day i remember the Japanese tlt covers and put my head in my hands (nuance in tags)

[pup-pee]

no1s mad i drew more konbart right?

last drawing is nirvana au // also i gave up on the 1st drawing mayb? i might return 2 it

[raineandsky]

#95

The villain appears around the corner at a run, their hair still wet and their coat ridiculously crumpled. The hero raises an eyebrow at them as they practically skid to a halt in front of them.

“Sorry I’m late,” they say between ragged breaths.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” the hero points out with a pointed check of their watch, “to your own crime.”

“To my crime?” the villain echoes indignantly. “Why would you invite me to my own crime?”

That barely makes sense to the hero. They root through their pocket and shove a tiny piece of paper in the villain’s face.

The villain’s eyes scan over the paper with an increasingly confused frown. “You told me to meet you here, and I have—even though you were, y’know, fifteen minutes late.”

“[Hero],” the villain says slowly. “This isn’t my writing.”

All accusations lining up in the hero’s mind grind to a halt. “Excuse me?”

“This– This isn’t my writing,” they repeat a little more intensely. They rummage through their coat for a moment, slapping a scrap of paper against the hero’s chest. “Did you write that?”

The hero pries the little piece of paper open.

meet me at the back of the bank at 6:30pm. not a fight. - Hero

“I didn’t write that,” the hero says automatically.

“What the hell is going on?” the villain demands. It seems to be aimed more at the air than the hero, but they feel inclined to answer regardless.

“I don’t know,” they say uselessly. “Someone wanted to bring us together. They knew we’d answer each other.”

They gesture with the note for emphasis. “Jesus Christ,” the villain says flatly. “It’s a two-for-one deal. We’re going to die.”

“We’re not going to die, [Villain],” the hero snaps, but the way the villain is glancing over their shoulder is making them want to do the same. 

The villain’s face twitches into some kind of horrible acceptance of fate for a moment. They open their mouth, their breath misting in the evening air as they gear up to probably say something stupid, but a voice cuts them off.

“Isn’t this a nice little gathering?” the henchman says brightly. “I’m glad you both came.”

[archersartcorner]

The whole Saavik-kidnaps-a-baby scene was so so good. This moment popped out to me, I just love the mental image of them exasperatedly looking at one another…