#masons ethereal

[satelitis]

i can’t stop staring at my theme

[newwavesylviaplath]

lana del rey via her instagram story (16/05/24)

p.s omfg she looks so good also i would kill for that set

[pastryvroom]

love of your life | mason mount

summary , where the very much mourned couple of the uk football/youtube scence reconnect

note , i am back from hiatus so dont be a dry reader or i’ll make the angstiest fic ever with no happy ending 🤭

yes, i’ll get stressed out if i can’t read you!

[tagged: ethereal, model.company]

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yourusername i’m so happy to finally to bring you all my skincare brand which has been in the works for 5 years, so please welcome, ethereal beauty! the site is currently in countdown mode and will go live tonight. I have personally spent time with dermatologists so that we can finally bring you a skincare line that is going to heal your skin barrier so that we can create healthy skin from within. This couldn’t have become possible without my team who helped me bring a vision that has always been on pen and paper brought to life. i love you all at ethereal beauty and i can’t wait to see what’s in store for us 🫶🏻💕

user i have y/ns post notifications on and yet mason still beat me to like it 💔

yourbestfriend i’ve never felt so proud of you. i can’t wait for everyone to see the hard work you’ve put into this 🥹🥹

yourusername i love u sm!! thank u for listening to me ramble for days 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

benchilwell so proud now lets see if you still know how to party because ive rented out the biggest place

yourusername best get my old dancing shoes out 🫡

user i love the chilly and y/n friendship i still remember when mason introduced the two 😭

user babes are you crying over masonyn again 🤦‍♀️

ksi so free stuff

yourusername deal if free primes in the negotiation 🤝

behzingagram @yourusername good luck he won’t even give it to the sidemen

gkbarry_ im omw with a vodka cranberry that has your name all over it!!

user is this going to be affordable? because id love to support you but im a struggling student at uni

yourusername when me and the team were working close together a big concern of mine was overpricing because i wanted this to be affordable and accessible for everyone, but to make sure we are bringing the best we possibly can we as team have had to price it up at around £15/£20 for more advanced medical products but everything else on the site is pretty affordable 💕

user hopefully this helps my cystic acne because if im going to listen to anyone its going to be a past cystic acne girlie 🥰🥰

model hi yn it was amazing working with you on the shoot!! the range is amazing 💗

yourusername omg hi beautiful!!! i loved having you on the shoot & i look forward to hopefully having you back in the future 👀🫶🏻

[tagged: ethereal, gkbarry_, bestfriend1, bestfriend2]

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yourusername it was so amazing getting the chance to celebrate something that has been my biggest passion ever with the people i hold most dear in my heart. i would not be who i am or where i am today without you (i need those passion fruit martinis again 🥰)

bestfriend1 we brought the house down with our rendition of girls just wanna have fun 🎤

yourusername nobody held a chance quite literally

benchilwell @yourusername tell me about it you threatened to bite me when i reached for the mic

ksi 🔥🔥

user how did mason let her slip away mother come home pls 🙏🏻

gkbarry_ you looked so sexy let me wife you up x

yourusername come right here then im waiting 🥰

behzingagram you know its a good night when i found faith in the bath tub this morning

user help!?? faith is just like me

bestfriend2 those passionfruit martinis need to come back asap so lethal but so yummy!!

yourusername girls night next week!! we’ll try to make them ourselves can’t say it’ll be successful 😂

bestfriend1 @yourusername that’s what makes it more fun

user omg i need a friendship like theirs rn!!!

user i will never get over how beautiful you are

user OMG SOMEONE TOOK A VIDEO OF MASON AT THE CLUB

user SHUT UP WHERE CAN I FIND IT

user its on twitter so basically its a full 2 minute video of him just staring longingly at yn all night, like whenever she moved his eyes followed her. it wasn’t till chilly slapped him on the back did he stop staring. this man was transfixed i tell you 🥹🥹

user why can’t they just see what’s in front of them 😩😩

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yourusername be the love of your life

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[pacifierbby]

~ POV

walking around London

a/n~ sorry lovely I'm off work now for 9 days so I'll be updating my stories abit more obviously the nanny still on going don't worry. I've just get ideas and jot them down before they go

tag list ~ here

warnings ~ masons being cute and fluffy kissing and hugging

pairing ~ mason x you

you and Mase will be constantly holding hands walking around London

Mason will be constantly dragging you into every shoe shop possible making you buy the same shoes so you can be twinning obviously it will be ether high top converse or low in any colour

you be showing mason every makeup and facial skin cares. which mason ask if he can do some home with you. you also show mason different face masks.

Mason would want to dry different food every time you guys go out so when you walk around London mason notices a new Italian restaurant opened he drags you inside which you both try the pizzas and the starters.

side glances when masons looking away.

quick kisses when ever you guys are alone because PDA wasn't your thing and masons knows this

going to every sight seeing view

when it starts getting dark you go on the London eye. and seeing London in the dark on the top will always be your favorite

saying i love yous

[christianpulisexy]

Hues of Red and Yellow - MM7

A beach day was Mase and his family has his mind wondering SMUT‼️

Waving goodbye to his family, you barely had time to even acknowledge where you were before Mason pulled you into the back seat of his car.

After a day at the beach with his family, and seeing you both simultaneously in a red bikini as well as playing with Summer, if had took everything in Mason to not come in his swimming trunks.

As you crawled into the back seat, you smiled at the sight in front of you. Mason’s hair was messy from being in and out of the water, and his face was hued red with the sun. The stubble on his cheek, as he grinned sheepishly at you while patting his thighs.

As you crawled in, his brown eyes followed you. The sun was just setting in Portsmouth, and everything glowed a honey-orange. Everything appeared as pop-art as orange bounced off of his tinted windows, and yellow reflected off of his eyes, and red dispersed from the mirrors at the front of the car.

Stumbling into his lap, he caught you as the pair of you laughed lightly. He brushed a stray piece of your hair out of your face, as he just stared at you.

The sun of today setting on the sky of tomorrow, and Mason looked at you.

You lightly kissed the new freckles on his face, as you felt his nose against yours.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He said, your eyes looking into each other. His hands were on either side of your waist, as he helped you settle comfortably into him, not that car sex was comfortable.

Your eyes fell shut as he worked his way down your neck, as you felt him smile into it.

Mason toyed with the joggers you’d pulled over your swimsuit, and patted your hips as he pulled them off softly. His hands worked up and down your thighs as his nose toyed on your jawline as he placed delicate kisses under your ear.

He was ethereal under this light. The pinks of the sky making him seem like something out of a movie.

Seeing you in your bikini, his eyes turned dark and he tightened his grip on your thighs, silently begging you to do something, anything.

You rocked your hips over his crotch, as your name fell from his lips. Moving your hands into his hair your gripped lightly, as you gave him what he wanted, and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one he wasted no time returning.

As he gripped your hips to guide your movements, you lifted them slightly, and as he lost contact with you, his eyes opened.

You smiled at him, as his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes.

“Enough of you.” He said, before pulling your jumper, or rather, his jumper over your shoulders. His thumb lightly caressed your jaw as he brought you closer, as you got lost in each others mouths. You swallowed his soft moans as you tugged on his hair lightly, slightly scratching his scalp.

You toyed with the shirt that was sticking to him due to the water he’d been in 15 minutes prior.

You giggled as he struggled to get the t-shirt off, and when he did, his hair was wild and sticking every which way, his lips rosy from the kiss.

He toyed with your bikini strap, as his other hand held your back, which held you close to him.

“You look so pretty in red.” He said, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yeah?” You said back, your own voice thick with love, lust, and every emotion between.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, as he moved his grip from your back to untie your bikini top. As it fell in front of him, he licked his lips. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your breasts as your mouth fell open, and eyes became glassy.

“That feel good?” He asked, his lips loving feverishly across your chest.

“So so good.” You nodded, as his hit on spot on your nipple that made you arch your back into him, as you tugged his hair to put him closer to where you wanted him.

Playing with his shorts, he soon got the hint, and hoisted you up so you could remove them, his lips not leaving your chest as he kissed everywhere be possibly could.

Mason was now clad in only his boxers, and you in your bikini bottoms, as he worked across your chest, your hand snuck into his boxers and you felt his hard on, lightly stroking your hand up and down.

“Fuck.” Mason mumbled into your chest, eyes shutting as his kisses became sloppier, and his moans filthier.

As your hand moved up and down his length, your chest was abandoned as Mason threw his head back against the seat of the car. His neck perfectly positioned for a few light marks.

You moved your lips across his neck, and stopped on the tattoo he had of your initials. Kissing around them in a heart motion, you felt him twitch in your hand as he thrusted his hips into your hand, craving more.

“You’re so good to me.” He said, his eyes at the back of his head.

“And you to me.” You replied.

You felt his hand trace across your thigh, as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and began to play with your clit, rubbing soft circles across it with the pad of his thumb. He pushed a finger in, and you fell against his chest as he pumped two in and out.

Your parted lips were on his, as your noses rubbed against each others. The attempted kiss failed, leaving you both giggling as he used his other and to properly kiss you.

You felt him increase the thrusts against your hand before he lifted yours away. Against his forehead, you mumbled into his mouth.

“You were so close Mase.” As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“My girl comes first, literally.” He said against your lips, as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to push your chest into his.

“So good Mase. You’re so good.” You said, and he smiled softly at you. Before long, you were coming over his fingers, as he moved his hand onto your bum to pull you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said, looking into you.

“I love you too.” You replied, your eyes glowing with nothing but love.

He removed the bikini bottoms from your legs, as he prepared himself for you.

“You okay?” He asked, fingers dancing across your cheek.

“Of course I am.” You said, as you slowly sank yourself on top of him, immediately feeling him in your stomach.

Your arms moved to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin. The groan that left his lips was ungodly, as he attached himself back onto your neck. His hands softly on your bum to help you move against him.

You didn’t notice the red leaving the sky, and the dark blue hues entering it. You also didn’t notice the fogged up windows, or the condensation dripping down them onto the seats. But what you did notice was the man in front of you, lips swollen, eyes shut, and there was nothing else in this world worth seeing.

Mason nipped at the skin on your neck, and you knew he’d left a bruise.

You began to clench around him, and his hand returned to your clit as he pressed on it hard.

“You close honey?” He asked, pushing the hair out of your face. You nodded at him, and he began to thrust his hips into yours faster, both of you moaning the new angle.

Rocking your hips against his, you felt the pressure build and you knew it was soon.

“Are you close Masey.” You said, and all he did was laugh.

“I’ve nearly came in my pants since I saw you in that bikini.” And you smiled into his shoulder, and his hands greedily roamed across your chest.

His thrusts became sloppier, and he pressed on your clit harder.

“One more sweetheart, come on.” He willed as you clenched against him, and that’s when you came around him, and the sight of you on top of him was enough to finish him off, and he too came inside of you.

The two of you panted into each others mouths as he held you close, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“You’re all i’ll ever need.” He said against your lips.

Only now did you notice the windows, and reaching out a finger your wrote your initial and his, with a plus in between. He finished it off with a heart, and suddenly, everything was right in the world.

I really like this one!! let me know what you think my loves xxx🫶🫶

[oh-he-grows]

here's the garden- it's a damn mess.

I think every day in the last two months it's either rained or been close to 100 degrees. I've had 0 inclination to do anything but harvest, of which there is not much. cucumbers and peppers are about all I have going. i was able to harvest one full mason jar of cranberry beans but after that it would non stop raining and the rest that hadn't fully dried yet were just molded to hell and back. the herbs have all bolted, the tomatoes have all rotted, but the lemongrass bushes are going *crazy*

that's the downside of a project this big, sometimes you just lose motivation for a big and it spirals out of your control. no big deal though, i'll clean it up again for next year.

the biggest lesson i've learned is to set healthy boundaries with your plants. i was smiling at the beginning of the season when I saw my watermelon had self-seeded and there were a bunch of tiny watermelon vines. fast-forward a few months and i've lost half my garden path to watermelon vines. same goes for the zinnia seeds and pokeweed and other stuff, it's totally encroaching on my space.

none of that next season- if it's in the path it gets pulled.

really proud of the wildflower patch though, they're almost as tall as me now

some grapes are about to turn, although most have been poached by animals

bonus: one of the many full-grown pokeweed plants because @ethereal-forest-furry told me birds like the berries and poke salad tastes good

[meowmeowriley]

Have a list of everything I've got on AO3! (And a few things I don't yet)

Current WIPS on AO3

Little Meow Meow - Emo catboy!Ghost can't die. Let's rewrite the games!

Poké-Pandemonium - Pokémon, COD, and secretsssssss. I've worked hard to make this fic welcoming to Pokémon fans and non-Pokémon fans alike ❤

More Than Just Loose Ends - after 09 Ghost dies he wakes up again, as an ethereal being that only 22 Ghost can see. Can we call him a guardian angel if he's actually a bloodthirsty psychopath?

Oh, Brother - An outsider POV of Ghost and Soap getting together, told through the eyes of their siblings. Now a series!

I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore - An alien crash lands in Mexico, and Price and Laswell decide to give it a mask and a gun. That alien is Ghost.

Was tHat thE BiTe oF 22 - FNAF, but with COD characters. Lot's of child death, but like it's fine, they possess the animatronics! They're totally fine.

Be Kind, Rewind - Ghost gets de-aged. He's still Ghost. In theory, this could be greatness! A soldier with his experience in a younger, more virile body. He's now young, not really dumb, and full of cum! (Provided he can convince Soap to sleep with him, that is.)

Current WIPS confined to my notes app

Duo Fatui - An Unus Annus tribute. Soap is Unus, Ghost is Annus. Rewriting my favorite episodes/moments with the boys in place of Mark and Ethan.

Is That Gonna be a Problem? - Simon met Johnny and Jenny, twins, as a kid. On leave in Glasgow, he reconnects with his childhood friends. Post Roba, Pre 141

Cohabitation - Simon Riley died and came back. Twice. His corpse was resurrected as a zombie, and his spirit remains as a ghost that possesses said corpse. Ghost!Ghost and Zombie!Ghost, and the 141 finding out about their odd situation.

Lost a Bet - Ghost lost a bet with Gaz, and Gaz gets to design Ghost's next mask. Ghost now has to wear the cat themed mask for a month. During that time he bonds with the stray cats around base.

Outlaw Outta Time - a COD and RDR2 crossover. The boys accidentally go back in time while looking for Graves, and get tangled up in the Van der Lind gang's shenanigans. A fix it for Arthur (side ships include Ale/Rudy and Arthur/Albert Mason)

??? - Unnamed fic about trans!Ghost dropping hints that he's trans, and Soap who thought he was straight having the most confusing crush on his lieutenant. They fuck about it.

??? - Unnamed fic about a rescue mission to save Elizabeth. Johnny thinks she's Ghost's girlfriend, she is not. She's his dog. Ghost is aware of the miscommunication, and does absolutely nothing to correct it, because it's funny.

??? - Unnamed fic about Ghost and Soap getting sucked into our world a la Supernatural's The French Mistake. They have to pretend to be Samuel and Neil until they figure out how to get home.

I also have a collection of completed One-shots! MMR's One-Shots

I'm desperate for interaction! Did a fic catch your eye? Have questions, comments, or concerns? Is there something you'd like me to write? Talk to meeeeeeeeee!!!!!

[johnnysimmer]

Mason literally slays every hairstyle. He looks ethereal  😭 💘

[arsenalgbt]

bottom!kai headcanons? what’s he like?

not even kidding; grab ur popcorn snacks wipe your blue light glasses etc 😤

in my head!!!! I feel like he’s not into verbalising The Dirty Talk. loves receiving it, sure, something vanilla like “You’re so wet / Can you feel how deep I’m inside? / Show me” kinda thing! not the extreme I'm-gonna-fill-you-up-ur-a-slut-for-my-cock-aren’t-you LMAO

not into feminisation. sure he squirms at being called ‘pretty’, but not out of arousal. he’s just shy and is having a hard time believing it lol

doesn’t like getting fucked somewhere uncomfortable, due to being too tall

doesn’t like riding his top’s cock unless they’re on the sofa (likes the bounce, the headrest that he can use as an anchor, the overall smaller space compared to a bed); he feels self-conscious about his long legs, and he gets cramps if he sits on his knees for too long criesssssss

however he is good at sucking cock as long as he’s got something to cushion his knees (them lips? iykyk) (he 80% always swallows)

gets mistaken as a top easily!!!

doesn’t mind topping, but he gets lazy in the middle AJKSJDF like he’d lost interest or get tired JASJFJSA

only owns one toy and that’s a silicone dildo, flesh coloured, 10 inch and thick lolllllll

surprisingly into phone sex and FaceTime sex, but not sexting

idk man in my head he’d look so fucking ethereal getting fucked out of his mind, caught in 4K, the phone is shaky, the video is blurry… but his face. oh his face. hooded eyes, swollen, pink lips, the desperate but quiet moaning… the red spots all over his cheeks, neck, chest, his hard, untouched cock leaking, his wet hole gripping the top’s cock…

like

say it’s a uni AU. kai slept with an asshole who recorded him sucking cock. that 0:11 video got leaked ajkdjfjkadkjfajk. boys who never ever talked to him, they begin to ask him out to parties or blatantly ask if he charges for his time. IMAGINE!! imagine kai is in the football varsity team. an actual jock. rival teams start to taunt him with derogatory remarks. some ask him out as well lol

I think he’s the type of bottom who ‘isn’t aware’ of how alluring he can be!!!! due to being too tall (again) and shy and introverted. literally I'd like to read a fic in which everyone is vying for his attention. add everyone; Declan, big gabi, jurrien, Leo and Martin, Julian, mason, etc etc

like I swear Declan and big gabi are into him because he looks ✨fragile✨ (too often, they see him getting jostled easily, dropping files or whatever’s in his hand, looking lost, tired, like he needs someone with a sturdy head and shoulders and a big cock to rely on lmaoooo this is an office siren AU or summing)

damn that’s a long HCs!!!!!! hope you enjoyed and feel free to add more!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

💄 Anomalous: Chapter Fourteen

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, You Get to Have Sex w/ Tom Dressed as Dream, Unprotected Sex (Reader is on the Shot).

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Previous | Masterlist

You stand just off-set, arms crossed, watching Tom in the final scenes of "The Sandman" season two. The soundstage buzzes with the usual controlled chaos of a film set, but your attention remains fixed on him. He's dressed as Dream, his ethereal costume capturing the studio lights in a way that makes him seem otherworldly. You can see the intensity in his eyes as he delivers his lines, the depth of emotion that has made his portrayal so compelling.

As he moves through the scene, you feel a pang of sadness tugging at your heart. This job, this experience—it's been more than just work for you. It's been a whirlwind of creativity and connection, laughter and late nights, all of it intertwined with your growing relationship with Tom.

You glance around at the crew, familiar faces you've come to know and care about over these past months. They bustle about with their own tasks, some unaware that this is your last day on set. You draw a deep breath, trying to keep the wave of emotions at bay.

"Alright, everyone," Neil's voice cuts through the noise, signaling the end of another take. "Let's reset for one more."

Tom steps away from his mark, his gaze searching the room until it lands on you. He offers a small smile, one that carries a mixture of triumph and something softer—something meant just for you. You return it with a nod, feeling your chest tighten with emotion.

"Hey," comes a voice beside you. You turn to see Mason approaching, their makeup still fresh from your earlier touch-ups.

"Hey," you reply, managing a smile.

"You doing okay?" they ask, concern evident in their eyes.

You shrug lightly. "Yeah, just... it's weird knowing this is my last day."

Mason nods in understanding. "You'll be missed around here," they say genuinely. "But hey, you've made quite an impression."

You chuckle softly. "Thanks."

The call for silence goes out as the scene resets. You focus back on Tom as he resumes his place under the lights. His dedication is mesmerizing; every gesture and word is delivered with such conviction that it's hard not to get lost in his performance.

"Hey, we need you over here," one of the PAs calls, pulling you out of your reverie.

You glance back at Tom one last time before making your way over to where Agnes and Simoné are huddled with the rest of the makeup and costume crew. The air hums with a mix of excitement and nostalgia as everyone discusses their plans for after the show wraps.

Agnes spots you first. "There she is! We were just talking about you."

Simoné grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, we were wondering if you'd finally made up your mind about... you know."

You nod, your heart pounding a little faster. This decision has been weighing on you for weeks, and now it feels like the right moment to share it. You glance over your shoulder toward Tom, who's deep in conversation with Neil. His laughter rings out across the set, a sound you've come to cherish.

"Yes," you say firmly, turning back to face Agnes and Simoné. "I've made my decision."

Agnes raises an eyebrow, clearly curious but respectful enough not to press further in this public setting. Simoné nudges her with a playful grin. "Well, don't keep us in suspense forever."

"I submitted the paperwork," you tell them earning yourself a bunch of soft squeals. "Don't squeal yet, I don't know what will happen. In the mean time, I will see you later. I need to clear my mind. " They give you pouts, but nod in understanding.

You slip away from the group, your heart still heavy with the weight of your decision. The familiar path to Tom's dressing room feels almost surreal today, every step echoing louder than usual in the quiet corridors. You push open the door and step inside, the scent of his cologne instantly enveloping you. It's a comforting presence, one that momentarily eases the knot in your chest.

The room is a mess—scattered scripts, makeup supplies, and costume pieces strewn about. It'd been a scramble to stay on schedule. You set to work, picking up items and putting them back in their places. It's a mindless task, but it gives you something to focus on other than the looming end of this chapter.

You start with the scripts, stacking them neatly on the table. Then you move on to the makeup supplies, carefully organizing brushes and palettes into their proper containers. As you work, your thoughts drift back to all the moments you've shared with Tom in this very room—the laughter, the quiet conversations, the stolen kisses.

The sound of footsteps approaching snaps you out of your reverie. You look up just as Tom enters, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you fussing over his things.

"Hey," he says softly, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing?"

You straighten up, feeling a little self-conscious. "Just... tidying up," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. Tom blinks at you, not believing that you were 'just tidying up'. He knew you, he knew what you were thinking.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, offering Tom a small smile. "I needed something to do," you confess, the weight of your decision pressing down on you once again.

Tom crosses the room in a few strides, his presence filling the space between you. "Talk to me," he urges, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to convey the jumble of emotions currently warring within you. You didn't know the results of your paper work yet, and you refused to give yourself false hope. Instead, you reach for the edge of his cloak, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you attempt to pick away nonexistent lint.

"Leave it," Tom commands gently, his hand capturing yours. He brings your knuckles to his lips, the warmth of his breath seeping into your skin.

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. There's a storm brewing in those blue depths—a mixture of desire and concern that mirrors your own feelings.

"Tom..." you start, but he silences you with a soft kiss. It's a sweet, fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs against your lips, his hands sliding down your arms to grip your waist.

Before you can protest, he's lifting you onto the edge of the dressing table, his body pressing between your legs. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging gently until your head tilts back, exposing the column of your throat. He trails kisses along your jawline, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth. A soft moan escapes you as you feel the pull all the way down to your cunt.

"Tom," you moan, shivering from the touch of his lips. "We are in your dressing room!"

His lips curve into a mischievous smile against your skin. "I know," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?" Your back stiffens the moment his natural voice shifts into the rich timbre of Dream of the Endless.

Tom's lips never cease their exploration of your skin, each kiss a brand that sears through your reservations. You can feel the vibrations of his voice as he whispers to you in that otherworldly tone, a voice that belongs to a realm far beyond the confines of this dressing room. It's a voice that promises wonders and wickedness in equal measure, and it sends shivers cascading down your spine.

His fingers deftly undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing the expanse of your chest. He pauses to appreciate the view, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you feel worshiped and wanton all at once. His touch is reverent as he traces the contours of your body, fingers skimming over your breasts, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

The sound of your zipper being lowered fills the room, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. Tom's hand slips beneath the waistband of your jeans, delving into the heat between your legs. You press your hand over your lips to muffle the moan that you releases the moment Tom's fingers brush against your folds. His fingers find your center, slick and ready, and he lets out a low growl of approval that rumbles through you.

As he begins to stroke you with deliberate, maddening slowness, his voice continues its soft assault on your senses. The words he speaks are laced with the power and timbre of Dream, each syllable a caress that seems to echo in the very marrow of your bones. You can't help but arch into his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he provides.

"Tom," you breathe through your parted fingers covering your mouth, feeling pleasure trickle down your thighs all the way to your toes. The biting smirk at the edges of his mouth indicate that he was basking in your twitches.

His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that sweet spot that sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You grip the edge of the dressing table, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to keep your moans from escaping into the corridor outside. But Tom is relentless, his touch skillful and unyielding, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The combination of his voice and his touch is intoxicating, a mix that blurs the line between reality and fantasy. You find yourself teetering on the precipice, every nerve in your body screaming for release. And just when you think you can't take any more, Tom's teeth graze your throat, and he sucks hard, marking you as his own.

The sensation sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you bite down on your lip. Your vision whites out, and all you can hear is the roaring of blood in your ears and Tom's voice, a constant presence guiding you through the hurricane of pleasure.

As the aftershocks subside, you sag against the table, your body boneless and sated. Tom withdraws his hand from your underwear, but not before giving you one last, lingering stroke that makes you shudder with delight. He presses a gentle kiss to the mark he's left on your neck, pleased by the mark already forming.

You're still trying to catch your breath when you feel Tom's fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. You lift your hips just enough to allow him to tug them down, the fabric catching on your thighs as he exposes you to the cool air of the dressing room. His movements are swift, sure—no hesitation in the way he reveals the most intimate part of you to his hungry gaze.

Your eyes drift shut as you feel the heat of his body withdraw for a moment, only to return as he frees his own cock from the confines of his jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering is a harsh, metallic rasp in the otherwise quiet room, a stark contrast to the soft, wet sounds that still echo from your recent climax.

Tom's hand wraps around his length, stroking himself as he looks down at you. His cock is hard and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, your body instinctively preparing itself for what's to come. This is such a bad idea but you didn't want to stop.

He steps closer, the head of his cock nudging against your throbbing. You're still so sensitive from your orgasm that the contact alone makes you gasp and eyes flutter. Tom's other hand grips your hip, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place.

With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a slight pleasurable sting as your body stretches to accommodate him. You cling to him, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as he sets a rhythm that is both punishing and perfect. Each stroke of his cock hits just the right spot, sending jolts of electricity through your body. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by your ragged breathing and the occasional moan that you're unable to suppress.

Tom's lips crash against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue delves into your mouth, mirroring the thrusts of his hips as he claims you in every possible way. You can feel another orgasm building within you, your muscles clenching around him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. You're teetering on the brink, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Tom's hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your inner walls convulsing around his cock. The sensation is too much for Tom to resist, and with a final, powerful thrust, he follows you into bliss, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his seed. You gasp at the warmth filling you and your eyelashes flutter.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you trace a path up Tom's neck, his skin warm and flushed beneath your touch. You cradle his face, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as you pull him down for another kiss.

His lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, each brush of his mouth a silent promise of what's to come. You lose yourself in the sensation, in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against yours.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless. Tom gazes down at you, his blue eyes filled with an affection that takes your breath away. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that melts your heart.

Tom's thumb traces the line of your jaw, his touch gentle but insistent. He looks at you with those intense blue eyes that always seem to see right through you.

"I don't want you to go," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

You swallow hard, your heart aching at the sincerity in his words. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the desperation that mirrors your own feelings. For a moment, you struggle to find the right words, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"I..." You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I applied for an extended visa."

Tom's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope igniting in their depths. His grip on your waist tightens slightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

"An extended visa?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Does that mean...?"

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes. It means I can stay longer—much longer. If it goes through that is…"

The relief on Tom's face is palpable. He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching your own. Not to mention his seed seeping from your cunt. You'd take care of that later…

"Thank God," he murmurs against your skin. "I didn't want to lose you again."

You hold him close, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace. The decision to apply for the extended visa hadn't been easy, but standing here with Tom, it feels like the right one. He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes again. There's a mixture of relief and joy on his face that makes your heart swell.

"When did you apply?" he asks softly.

"A few weeks ago," you admit. "I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure, but… we'll get to that when we get to that."

Tom's arms remain wrapped around you, the warmth of his body lulling you into a state of utter bliss. You savor the feeling, your heart racing with a mix of relief and excitement. You rest your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you take in the reality of your decision.

"I wanted to surprise you," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Tom's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Well, you certainly did," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I can't believe you're staying."

You chuckle softly, the sound easing some of the tension that had built up inside you. "Neither can I," you admit. "But it feels right, being here with you."

Tom's fingers trail down your back, sending shivers along your spine. He gazes at you with such intensity that it makes your knees weak. "I'm so glad you made this choice," he says earnestly. "We have so much to look forward to."

"Yes I think we do," You agree before your smile widens, "But first, you need to help clean me up," you shift your hips against his while raising your eyebrows. The evidence of said mess smearing against your thighs.

"Do I?" Tom speaks as his eyes darken with mischief at your request, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I suppose that's the least I can do," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans. "A delicious treat to end the shooting season."

It is then that you realized that he intended to clean you up with his mouth.

Tom's fingers trail down your thighs, his touch leaving a path of fire in its wake. You can't help but whimper when his cock slides free of your cunt, and even gasp as fingers further tug on your jeans and underwear. He kneels before you, eyes dark with hunger and intent. You brace yourself against the dressing table, your breath hitching as he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. The warmth of his breath sends shivers cascading through you, and you feel your legs quiver.

His hands gently part your thighs wider, and he leans in closer. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, moving higher with each kiss. The anticipation builds inside you and makes it nearly impossible to think straight.

When his mouth finally reaches your cunt a gasp escapes your lips. His tongue darts out to taste you, and the sensation is electric. You can feel every stroke of his tongue as he cleans you up with meticulous care. It's both tender and erotic, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Tom," you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. Your hips move involuntarily against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction he's providing.

He hums against you, the vibration adding an extra layer of sensation that makes you shudder. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continues his sweet torture. Each lick and suckle is deliberate, designed to drive you wild with need.

Your breathing becomes ragged as he works you over with his mouth, the pressure building once again within you. You can feel another orgasm approaching, this one more intense than the last. The room seems to fade away as you're consumed by the sensations he's eliciting from your body.

"Tom," you gasp again, your voice trembling with need. "Please…"

He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he continues to pleasure you. His tongue flicks over your clit with precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, and with one final flick of his tongue, you're sent spiraling over the edge once more. Your body convulses with pleasure as another orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Tom doesn't stop until he's sure you've ridden out every last wave of pleasure. Only then does he pull back slightly, his lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh before standing up and pulling you into his arms.

You sag against him, completely spent but utterly content. Tom holds you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs soothing words against your skin.

"We should get cleaned up for real this time," he says softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nod weakly but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Yeah… we really should."

Date Published: 9/8/24

Last Edit: 9/8/24

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[burlveneer-music]

Jamie Finlay - Sun Dogs - this is a debut album?! Masterful set from a bright new light in UK jazz

Wah Wah 45s are very proud to present Sun Dogs, the incredible debut album from composer, songwriter and producer Jamie Finlay - a unique blend of electric soul, spiritual jazz and psychedelia. A deeply layered and personal album that explores themes of love, loss, grief, and finding strength through turbulent times. With their expansive arrangements and complex harmonies, you can hear the spiritual jazz influences of Lonnie Liston Smith and Pharaoh Sanders on the two opening tracks, Destroy Create Part 1 and Rain Will Come. These are followed by the Ethio-jazz leaning Staring at the Sun, with its pounding baritone sax chorus and ethereal vocals. Next up is the stripped back psyche soul of Family, the album's first single, with a haunting performance from Ellen Beth Abdi. Parhelion calls to mind Headhunters-era Herbie, with its off kilter jazz-fusion vibe, and is followed by the bittersweet Give Back My Love, which comes across like Stereolab and Everything But The Girl meets Rotary Connection. Penultimate song Destroy Create Part 2 leads us into broken-beat territory, and finally, with it’s pulsing bassline, layered vocal harmonies and crescendos, the closing track, Daylight, is an optimistic future anthem, bringing to mind the work of Charles Stepney, the Mizell Brothers and James Mason. Jamie Finlay - Keyboards, synthesisers, vocals, bass guitar & percussion Ellen Beth Abdi - Vocals Kemani Anderson - Vocals Caitlin LM - Vocals, saxophones & flute Hannah McGuigan - Vocals Matt Steele - Fender Rhodes Errol Rollins - Drums Bryan Corbett - Trumpets, flute & trombone Chris Bowden - Saxophones Dan Carpenter - Flugelhorn Atholl Ransome - Saxophones Dan Gresham - Additional keyboards

[dreamsofalife]

Sometime that night, the little mason jar-having sat all but forgotten on the shelf-began to wiggle and jump until-

CRACK!

Shy rises out of a dead sleep, the sound ringing in her ears. It's what she's been dreading, fearing this whole time, and as she runs towards the source of the sound, her heart pounds in her ears. Soon enough, she's standing in front of it, shaking, looking about to cry. It's definitely broken, and yet...she's not dead. Not devoid of a soul or even feeling any worse for wear. It's then that she sees it.

It's her. It's not her, and yet it's more herself than she's ever known. And, if she was allowed to be less than humble a moment...she was beautiful.

A shape, humanoid and vaguely feminine hovered above the broken glass, ethereal and sparkling with that same blue and gold light that was held inside the jar. It shimmers and glows, and she feels its eyes on her.

"Are you..?"

"Yes." Shy feels the shape smile, its voice ringing inside her mind like a bell. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Sorry...we had a bit of a situation on our hands, but after this? I'm never leaving you again."

The flickering shape shakes its head. "Not how that works, I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?"

"You're one of my many lifetimes; a home to me, if you will. I am you, in your truest form, and the person you are now...your body, experiences, even your brain chemistry...it's all of the furnishings that make an existence possible." Noticing the way Shy's face has fallen, the soul speaks, softer this time. "I did not mean it in a negative way; you, with your life and experiences are what make existence worthwhile. A soul on its own, with nothing to sustain it...it's nothingness. Meaningless and empty. I have been around for hundreds of years, and as far as it goes, this life has been one of my favorites. All of the love that's been found here, the adventure...I'm never bored!"

Adventure. That was one way of putting it, sure. "Say, if you've been around for hundreds of years, were you really-"

"Kaspar Hauser? No, I was messing with you that time." The soul laughs, extending its arms. "Now come here...I missed you."

They embrace, soul and body melting into one as the two laughs merge into a single, joyful peal. It's as if she's breathing again. She feels whole, and free, and safe, and as her consciousness once again blurs, a single thought echoes in her mind.

"Rest easy now, Cerridwen. You are safe, and you are loved."

[call-sign-shark]

Make Them Pay

Notes: Blurb Peaky x Hunger Games, no proofreading. A little something before posting chapter 1.

72nd Hunger Games - Tribute Parade.

“They didn’t dress you up like a tree! I can’t fucking believe it.” Johanna Mason’s high pitched voice echoes throughout the backstage, each word carried by what seems to be an eternal aggressiveness, “Congratulations, you’re the only anomaly in forty years of traduction. How does it feel?”

“Fantastic. I’m so honored I could bash my head against the wall.” The teenager replies, a deadly combination of frost and sarcasm radiating off every word that fell from her fleshy lips. An anomaly she is, and not only fashionably speaking. She’s so unnerving that even the hot-headed mentor turns silent and squints, observing her more attentively as she tries to decipher the impassible expression of her new tribute. It’s vain — she won’t let anything show but her obvious hatred for anyone who crosses her path.

“And break the magnificent antlers our stylist made for you?”Johanna finally breaks the disturbing silence, “No way. You should be grateful I insisted for another outfit that the tree thing. Take a step back.” She orders with a quick gesture from her hand, her mouth pouting. The young girl obliges: she backs up and open her arms in a silent way of telling her mentor ‘Are you happy? Can you get the fuck away from me now?’

They dressed her like a Wendigo. Most of her revealing outfit has tribal inspiration, with an asymmetrical and torn wrap skirt, vertiginously high platform boots to give her slender frame as well as a tall and emaciated aspect, and a kind of crop top so short it looks more like a strapless chest band than anything else. All white for a ghostly and ethereal look. But what renders the outfit formidable though are the blood-red war paint and scripture all over pale skin which give the shocking impression that she had smeared herself with blood for the former, or carved the odd tribal symbols in her flesh for the latter. These, and obviously the masterpiece of the whole look: The antlers. Actual and gargantuan deer antlers adorned with gold chains and feathers. As for the jewels, the stylist also went for gold: gold hair clips to decorate the braids in her long natural snow-white hair and gold armbands. They even asked for most of her visible teeth to be sharpened like pointy fangs.

For the Capitol, it has a marketing purpose. Sponsors are first attracted by strong visuals and a solid narrative. For the mentors and the other tributes, it has a psychological factor: it inspires fear. For Johanna, it is an accurate echo of the girl’s soul and might multiply her chance of winning. At least she hopes so because, as surprising as it is for someone who had learned to be heartless, she is starting to like this creepy lass.

“So, am I pretty?” Heaven asks in an attempt to show a bit of gratitude to her mentor — It seems important to Johanna, who does her best to render this nightmare a bit more bearable.

“No, you’re not.”

Heaven blinks, surprise flashing quickly on her face and breaking her coldness for a few seconds.

“You’re terrifying.” Johanna grinned. Somewhere in the public, a lanky man with steel-blue eyes and a moustache, whiskey glass near his thin lips, also thinks she’s terrifying but in the most seductive way he ever thought. “Heaven?”

“Hm?”

“Make them pay.”

She doesn’t want her tribute to be pretty.

She wants her to give them all nightmares.

“I Will.”

Tagging: @justrainandcoffee @peakyswritings @emotionalcadaver @evita-shelby @lunarubra

[blood-orange-juice]

I keep procrastinating a long post so I'll just write a short one.

Genshin Narcissenkreuzers are an obvious reference to Rosenkreuzers of the real world (Rosicrucians in English), The Brotherhood of Rose Cross, a 17th century spiritual movement. Rose is just substituted with a daffodil there.

(I'm not sure if cross has any actual symbolism in Genshin, or what the Teyvatian meaning of daffodils is. I know rose symbolism in Teyvat is different from our world)

It's a mishmash of Kabbalah, Hermeticism, alchemy and Christian mysticism. And the best part? The author who wrote one of the Manuscripts That Started It All eventually revealed it was a literature game, acknowledging its origin in a romantic fantasy that he wrote before he was 16 years old.

(do you see the parallels? magic born out of a childhood game)

The even better part is that it influenced European mysticism immensely, inspiring the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and then Thelema. A huge part of esotericism you see online these days is a development of their practices or just straight-out their old practices (tarot cards, astral travel, etc).

It influenced a lot of things indirectly too. For example, the concept of seeing "energy" (and the whole esoteric concept of energy as we know it now) was created by Madame Blavatsky by mixing the Rosicrucian concept of "light ether" (the primary 'proto-element' from which all matter is created) and Eastern concepts of prana and qi (which, if you try to study Indian and Chinese texts, turn out to be closer to the actual physical definition of energy or maybe even information than to pop-esoteric "energy").

A similar thing happened to Wicca. It has its roots in Celtic revival and Neobardic tradition, which were in many ways influenced by Iolo Morganwg. That guy wrote a beautiful book Barddas, absolutely soaked in Mason and Rosicrucian teachings, passing it for a compilation of authentic Welsh bardic and druidic texts, forever tainting Celtic paganry with Rosicrucian influence too.

(it's a beautiful story in itself, full of poetry of all kinds. maybe one day I'll tell it)

(also, iirc, Wicca also heavily borrowed from the Order of the Golden Dawn too, so now it's hard to say what comes from where).

You might not know the name but Rosicrucians are everywhere. Their practices, the names they used for things, their way of thinking.

And so is the Narcissenkreuz Ordo.

[neoyi]

Any fav Soundtracks in sea of stars? The ambience Soundtracks are really ngl

I actually answered this in my side blog where I live-blogged Sea of Stars:

I fully recommend checking out the SoS tag there if you wanna read up approx. 65 bazillion posts where I analyze and gush over the game, though be mindful my side blog is an Adult Blog For Grown-Ups, so please curate and filter as needed (most of the SoS content there is sfw, but there's at least, maybe like two, risque fanart I posted up there.)

That said, I'll copy and paste what I wrote there here (with some editing):

"In the Womb of the Stars" is my defacto, most favorite song in the entire soundtrack. It is unsurprising that I picked a Yasunori Mitsuda vehicle (not that Eric W. Brown is a slouch!), it is incredibly ambient as you described. It's also ethereal, peaceful, hopeful, and conjures images of starry night skies so perfectly. I feel simultaneously content yet surrounded by mysteries I've yet to discover.

Other fave tracks...

The Great Archives: This actually wasn't in my original list. I liked the song a lot, but didn't know if it was one of those things I'd be listening to quite as much as the others on the list, but it grew on me more and more. Few could really make a theme song that genuinely sounds like "Old Wizard Lives and Smells Like a Library", but "The Great Archives" managed it very well.

Mooncradle: Particularly its night theme. The part where it sounds like it twinkles is a good first impression of the kind of whimsy this game excels at. Bardcore version of this was also good.

Dance of 1,000 Suns: Such a good title for Garl’s theme. It’s so bouncy and joyous, a perfect fit for the perfect boy.

Teaks, the Traveling Historian: The beginning kind of sounds like an ol’ West theme, though further listening, it’s pretty clearly meant to portray her mile-a-minute observational skills.

The Mole Masons: Especially its day theme. It’s just so upbeat and perky.

Serenade of Respite: This was my fave for the longest time until "In the Womb of the Stars." It's just so soothing. Legit feels like this was a leftover from Mitsuda's "Chrono Cross." That's how good it is.

The Storm Calls for You! Cheesy concertina aside (and maybe because of it), this boss theme is a BANGER.

Settlers Island: It sounds both like Christmas and Stardew Valley: very cozy.

The Town of Mirth: Cozy x10. Love how relaxing it is. Both day and night are great.

Monuments to the Ancients: Kinda feels like it’d make a good credits score, honestly. It has that same vibe I feel whenever I listen/see the credits to Super Mario Bros 2, actually.

Shoppe: I like the overall shop theme in SoS, but the Docarri one is the best. It’s the prettiest sounding one.

The Frozen Peak: Holy shit, this one is an EARWORM.

The Bamboo Forest: Incredibly serene. Just slap a screencap of that locale on YT for ten hours with that music, and add in some trickling water sound effects and BAM! You got an ASMR.

Volcano Pursuit: Also a banger. I don’t really gel with a lot of, like, lava-themed songs (y'all can’t ever top DKC 2’s “Red Hot Bop”), but this one is really, really fun.

Elegy of the Hero: Hi, I’m gonna get on my hands and knees and cry again, thanks.

Stars Align on the Assembly Line: Love it. Would rave to it.

Ascension: Godspeed, Solen and Luana…

[pacifierbby]

Author- hello, I thought about doing something completely different, and since Halloween is coming around the corner, I thought about making a paranormal with mase. Imagine mase being in a haunted house, probably so many jumps, but here's the story. I hope you all enjoy your day, loves

Pairing- mason mount and reader

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Summary - you and mason going to an haunted lunatic asylum. Mason used to only playing football while you were used to watching the creepy haunted videos on YouTube, so you decided that you were going to go to a haunted lunatic asylum and have a feel for you guys self.

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Halloween

Today you and mase was doing something completely different well different for mason since he was ether training or playing matches but mason has got a couple off days of from work and both of you was settled in your living room cuddling together on your sofa watching the overnight channel on youtube where the lads was at a haunted lunatic asylum which gave you an idea "we should go to a asylum" mason quickly looking over to you with a weird look "what why?" "Because it will be fun and different thing to do and of course its Halloween who wouldn't want to go somewhere scary on this day" which made mason nod " alright let's do it" getting up from your couch grabbing all of your guys things making sure you guys had torches,batteries and of course food.

Locking the front door behind you mason already in the car waiting for you getting into the front seat grabbing your phone out of your pocket Googling to find any abonded asylums, "here's one," showing Mason who was in the front seat about to turn the engine on "what does it say about it?" Clicking on the link "um well they're been a few sighting one about a little boy who roams around the top floor looking for his mummy they've had a clear evp of him. They'res been a lady dressed in white roaming that floor. Maybe that's his mummy?" Looking over to Mason, then your phone again "they're been many sightings, which is a good thing. " Mason nodded, driving towards the destination "well hopefully we don't bring anything home with us, babe. " You nodded, agreeing, looking back down at your phone. Reading another line They'res has been many sightings of poltergeist activity in the attic. Making you a little nervous.

looking up at the window, seeing that you were travelling up a long, slim road slowly pulling up to a massive building. "Well, here we are," Mason looks over at you, slowly getting out of the car and walking towards where he stood mason, grabbing hold of your hand. "Let's find an entrance," you said, turning the flashlight on with your other hand.

Walking towards the building flashing your flash light to the bottom of the windows, Mason points towards a broken window. "we should be able to get in that way." When you were about to reach the window, you heard a stone being thrown inside the room looking warily at mason "what was that?" Shinning your torch inside the room."I don't know here. I'll help you up. " Mason bends down, putting his hands together. Putting the torch in your pants so you can hold the hedge of the windowsill and pushing yourself up with your feet in his hands. Once you were in, you looked around the room, the flashlight on every wall, turning around, helping Mason inside.

Looking around the room, graffiti on every wall, an old hospital bed on the opposite side of the window, a broken wheel chair placed randomly in the middle of the room.

Walking out into the hallway, putting the tape on the door so you know where the exit was .Stepping inside different rooms, still no voices heard or things seen. Going into what seemed to be an old theater room, the walls covered in x-rays an old operating table with the light still hanging over it " this is why I like these places its like people just gotten up and left this place" you told mason Looking around draws still filled with patients folders and more xrays even equipment where the doctors and nurses left them mason looking in each draw also "it is interesting it's just sad how all these things have been left untouched so people can just look into these files even taking them" mason told you. You gave Mason a slight smile, knowing that he founded this more interesting than you thought he would. Grabbing hold of masons hand. "Shall we go upstairs?". Walking towards the bottom of the staircase, hearing two big bangs jumping ever so slightly "um what was that?"

》 part 2