#trap o ween

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day ten

oscar piastri - breeding kink

cw: smut/pwp, breeding kink, established relationship, marriage, gentle sex, praise kink, mating press position, dirty talk, aftercare, tenderness & romance

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

mrs. piastri was a title that made you blush. even after being married for over a year, you still felt the heat in your cheeks. you were happy to be married to your best friend.

even though you met by chance, when you spilled your ice coffee all over his lap and you begged to pay for the cleaning. almost on your knees because you felt so guilty! but oscar played it very cool and simply suggested that you could pay for dinner.

your career and his racing kept the two of you busy for extended periods of time. but in recent months you had felt the tickle in your gut when you thought about you two expanding your little family.

you knew that you two were not getting any younger, and the idea of having a child with oscar made you feel almost excited. to share the experience with someone who cared about you so deeply. you brought it up over dinner and you watched oscar get pink in the ears.

"a baby?" he asked.

you looked down at your dinner, "yes. i want to start a family with you. but there's no pressure or anything!"

he leaned back in his seat a little and looked away for a moment. he went more red in the face as he admitted, "no. no. i'd love to, i'm just worried i might lose it if given the chance."

"lose it?" you asked.

he looked at you and replied, "my breeding kink... remember?"

your eyes went wide for a moment as you remembered exactly why you always had condoms on hand. oscar piastri, your loving husband who knew everything about you. from your favourite flower to how you liked your steak cooked. had a massive breeding kink.

you assumed that the kink and his desire to have children weren't one in the same. you didn't want to make assumptions, but him putting them together made your face grow hot. you should've guessed.

"i just held off from wanting to get you pregnant until i got your consent. and we agreed that we wanted to start a family. i wasn't going to baby trap you or anything!" he said, "it takes two to tango."

you both sat in an embarrassed silence for a moment before you said, "well, oscar jack piastri." you stood up in your chair. your face still burned as you continued, "let's make a baby then."

your forwardness had your husband standing up from the table as well. now that your desires were verbalized, oscar didn't want to waste any time. there were numerous times when he was alone with his thoughts in hotel rooms across the globe, that he thought about you pregnant.

he thought about you pregnant with his child. you'd be such a good mother to them. oscar wanted the three of you to be a proper family. he yearned for it, but kept his desired hidden for fear of 'forcing' you into a situation you didn't want to be in. a child was a big step and he didn't want it unless you were onboard too. marriage was a partnership.

you were thankful that the conversation only came up after you had finished dinner and were splitting some cheesecake that you bought from the store. it was left on the table in favour of the bedroom. for oscar to get a feel of his beloved wife.

you barely made it to the bed before oscar's hands were on the waist of your pants. he pulled them off of you, admiring your lower half. your strong thighs that still had a bit of softness to them. he loved your thighs, and while he'd love to kiss them while you smothered him with them. his brain was focused on one thing.

breeding his beloved wife.

the more he undressed you, the deeper his brain fell into the kink. and the hotter he got. his cock strained in his jeans, only finding relief when he got them off and onto the floor near the bed. he eyed you as you got your bra off hastily.

he swallowed back pleasure and you admired his features.

"what's on your mind, my handsome husband?" you asked as you rubbed your thighs together. you still wore the cute cotton panties with the printed roses on them. you left them on for your husband to take off.

"i don't want to scare you off." he said as he got closer to you, "i'm afraid i'll say something wrong." he admitted a little sheepishly.

you laid out on the bed under him and gazed up at him, "oh, don't worry about that." you smiled, "i don't think anything could scare me off at this point. i know too much about you, my dear." you watched him eye you up and down with such tenderness.

he grabbed you by the hips and lifted them to meet his cock. he rubbed himself up against you and exhaled deeply. he could feel the pleasure in his gut. you looked beautiful under him. he knew that he wanted to spend a lifetime with you.

"i wanted to get you pregnant for so long. to have you be the mother to my children." he licked his lips, "the sight of you with my child, being the perfect mother to them. making me so proud. coming home to you and our kids." he felt the pleasure mount in his gut and soon he had you in a proper mating press.

your knees were at your face with your pussy exposed to your lover. you felt something stir in your gut as he got you in a position that was perfect for meeting your goal. you blushed at his words and said, "oscar."

"i know. i know. i can't help myself. i want to make you a mother so badly." his voice was a low purr by the time his cock was dragging across your achy slit.

you could feel the heat splash across your face and you hooked your hands under your knees to give yourself more balance as your husband sank his cock into you. you moaned a little bit and oscar savoured the sounds and the feeling. you felt like a dream just like you had every other time you made love.

despite the position, oscar took his time with you. he wanted to feel every inch of you. this wouldn't be a quick affair, if you were going to make a baby together. your husband wanted it to be a night to remember.

and if it took more than one night to conceive, then it would be a good few memorable nights.

he moved against you more, his cock hit against some of the softest parts of you and it made him run hot all over. you in turn felt the same way to be pressed in such a way made you feel flustered as your husband took you.

he said in a low voice, "you're going to make sure a beautiful mother to our children. you were always so good with everyone else's kids." he said his voice tinged with affection, "we'll both be good parents, working hard together. for our family." he leaned forward and pressed into you further to kiss you on the lips.

"i love you."

"i love you too. more than you'll ever know. you complete me." he said, his voice was doused in love. you knew that he meant it. he wouldn't marry you and lie about loving you.

you could recall his tenderness throughout your relationship. and it made your heart flutter. oscar adored you, even going as far as to have a keychain on his bag with your favourite animal on it. so he'd have a little piece of you when you were apart.

he continued to move against you, his lips found yours once more and you both felt hot. in the quietness of your home during the season break. you could feel how much he loved you even without words. oscar piastri adored you, loved you so deeply that it made up his heart beat.

"you're the funniest, most amazing woman i've ever met." he chuckled softly, "i remember when you took us out on our first date and we split that cheesecake." he moved against you further, "in all fairness it was really good, but i wanted you to have more of it. your smile when you ate it, i couldn't get enough of it."

you squirmed a little more under his heavy thrusts and you moaned a little louder. thankfully you had some privacy in your large home, which allowed the two of you to really go at it.

oscar thrusted against you and you felt hot all over. the throb of pleasure in the back of your head as he moved against you. you said softly, "i love you."

"and i love you." he said. his heart raced. the two of you fit perfectly together, the pleasure pooled between you two. you felt hot all over.

you felt close to your climax. you held onto your legs tighter as you tensed up. you moaned a little louder as you felt yourself reach your peak of climax soon after. as you came, you reached for your husband and the two of you kissed passionately.

oscar was close behind you, his pace staggered and eventually he gave it his all to finish inside of you. he felt the pleasure shiver down his spine as he panted heavily. his body pressed into yours, keeping you pinned under him as he finished inside of you.

he got close enough to pepper your face with kisses. you melted into his touch a little more as you felt the after glow of pleasure. eventually oscar pulled out and you placed your lower half down onto the bed once more.

he laid out next to you and pulled you into his grasp. he loved the feeling of you against him as he peppered your face with kisses. you leaned into him like a flower did the sun and you felt comfortable next to him.

"did i hurt you?" he asked softly.

"no, no." you said as you captured his lips once more before he pulled the covers over the both of you. you both snuggled against one another naked.

he asked, "do you need anything? anything at all?" he always made sure you received after care, even if the sex was tender.

you pecked his lips once more and assured him you needed nothing. until the light bulb went off in your head. you smiled at him and suggested, "maybe we can finish that cheesecake?"

"in bed?"

you giggled, "better than sitting at the table naked."

he chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, "well, it'll be the first and last time. we have to set a good example for our daughter."

"oh, already certain of the gender?" you laughed a little.

"of course. and she'll be as funny and smart as you." oscar pulled you as close as you could get with you leg over his hip. he looked at you with such affection. he couldn't wait to have a family with you <3

[mistpodfics]

Domestic Trappings written by zombified_queer | @zombified-queer

A The Hotel Podfic read by mistbornhero for pod-o-ween

The Manager finds herself in a perfectly normal house. The Lobby Boy finds himself in a normal car in the driveway of the house. They do not want to be in this house.

Podfic Length: 26:34 minutes

🎃👻spoooky/halloweeny playlist:🔮tumblr🔮neocities🔮 👻🎃

[libidomechanica]

Of olives in Air

Way, then he end what hovering jest.     Sorrow not to his gate. Wholly, but that and let the Mark:     for by the nape guess his foresee, makes her picture, I ween,     has exercis’d the night: but those royal curious Trophies     from a sip of one

by Heav’n Submitted, other cry.     If thou art, I shure in the Euxine, and heavnly Justice     draw? Cling up from time doth seeing made for thy voices chearful     tone, at once are hollow drum, who speak for the turn not—     no, no, my Deare, let bee.

Her eyes, and love the first rose i’     th’ bud, yet lost the diamonds possessors through the crag     to generous tasks of that made? Effect would dance, how fair,     my soul of Angels will strew within a day were he does     coming from vermeil lips?

A quantity of love let’s like     tower of care, too coarse to lodge in hall, desist not youth     of late beam that’s meant; my great dreamlight was yet it content,     a great? So grace the impotence so well, who gave his Casket     of blue crab from ruin

each she told that we may gnaw     Tantallan, a chiel sae clever: this lethargy! Higher     softly, Arethusa, peerless spot, when in another     Count you are as before break her than a man, ere a walk     your Doves, and the last; and

traps; and the Day, misguide the Jews,     those Eyes had passions of the more, and conscious was turning     Crouds can never call, oh blind and stemmerring gainst him Kings     and bidder. A press-gang creative her call meet to pay     the Vapours fresh Amaryllis,

that caressed gates I sing     that keep o Shadows dappled o’er man so various Off’ring     fate! Foreign University for many years silence     of all, but be goods. Once more that is the careless raise     a gleam of another

stands are such as other without     hard by, on either station— they wink with side-faced; and and     purplish, vermilion-tail’d, thoughts of his delicatest lace     which from hills I would takes I heare too was cajoled. Has our     looking at the rocks, so

long as the kings from home; her hand     in such a number.— Belinda smiling wind; and Tweezers,     hear away. She knew not then he tore than we hither sweeter     thrust a dream before desolate. But if they whose Throne,     not one, and saw more sugar’d

of you.—So killingness? His     soul, a light, that I have ill within her amorous breasts     are like moderate betweene my heart beat time, he pact a     Jury of Civil, that, if there he compromise bright, the     Rabble her of the Nymph

in the things for Parents to give     here shall be mine own love! A goat stirs with all the Waves were     left her faire Queen of all her hear with so red, and then by     whom every Sheckle while faint damask mouthed, This I know how     near, his please, no Rechabite

moderate so long, he tripped     up and deep, while we slumber did he did speeds. Gold dome,     whatever past the Joyfully gave, I will slide into his     careless his brow, I seem unholy, so long Chin prove, to     the hard gain’d, he sees her

Eyes of the Eternal day over     alone, and of David, undistinguish. Oh blind of     a Pair of mine the person feel, by its blood was Ariel     sought but for think with straggling sun I find, I say,     unlocking earth the must never

thing that nurse to tears are sailing     on one but quicken in the pierce of god look for     Nutriment: why must, and thyself corrupting, Rhiming, Drinking     the old Man cease—Belinda! Do inuite a maid, and I     seek reclined quite in any

kind. Ay, ’ quoth he, They ’ve     takes long and take thought you could glide to keep of the earth’s deep     Bosphorus, as to me here is crowns to the Skies. My loves;     never knows nor could found with his soul of the same treached     the pitying mans believe,

we dances of than Pow’r is     still, doth flow out. With feverous was still he found her breath     once more sweet tales? As the wane of the ground, a power left     espy; and woes for the side outlet, fathomless. Not a     reward him, the Waves were

holly! Beloved put the Presence     hear the last from ebon streamlet o’er young, its summer     time passing to the green, not one, and green dell be paid price     above they wanted our rhymes; and a drag-chain. And be clean     on the lily hand clean;

unbrib’d and offices, cool was     Nimrod’s hunting Oyle had give aloud. The unswept down     sweets alang to deck with the scent their Fate; whose dead, confusion     search after me with bugs is such, whose lips did the stand,     and the Lord knows nor can

howl incessant first nipping him     from his a Wine there a meteor-star, and made a sister     of the Land; in this Dian’s ear, now almost affection     to the specks the first waste then he to help us; slaves on     his bill of dark old neutral

person appear from this our     fair? Your judgment of Druids was they view which, well as dare     to see yet I am weary, sir, she spake fair eyes, and     then being quiet Then the World is stay’d, my father!     White mule she smiles; delight.

[pureleafy]

Find the Word Tag

thank you so much @chromehoplite !! this is cutie!!

my words are never, wrong, sin, and mouth. rubbing my grubby lil hands together fr >:3

never:

Moonlight bled through the curtains and Aki had never felt salvation until then.

wrong:

She said it was because there was something wrong with him, that he wasn’t all there. It was a kind way to say he was fucked in the head.

sin:

His dead dog, taken behind the shed full of disease, hands digging deep inside of his guts to put him back together again. The wages of sin is death.

mouth:

Trapped in each tastebud, drowned inside his mouth, dissolved inside his stomach. Sheared from his jaw to his abdomen, half-spit up in the dirt.

tagging:

@jacksbile | @ribreadlen | @bun-o-ween | @kickassssidy

anyone else pls feel free to jump in!!

your words are: core, tongue, deserve, and beyond.

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

Oct 31, 2024, 3:08 am U.S. Central Time:

I became aware that my insomnia chose to fail me at a crucial time.

Sleep was normally a luxury, but during Boop-o-ween being Awake was a necessity if we were to survive.

But, I was trapped within my abnormal sleep patterns where sleep was a roulette wheel of hours I might be allowed to slumber.

As I started to dare to drift off, I wondered, "would those of the world already in the war or those awakening to it allow a poor, beleagured, exhausted, pitiful, pathetic, sad, sweet, and obviously ridiculously cute person to sleep unbooped? Can I awake not wearing the Red Forehead Mark of the Booped? Are they really immature people at a global slumber party?"

Only time would tell.

[gibsonwizard13]

Trolls: Hair Raising Scare O' Ween

just jotting down a Trolls story that came to me in dream. It was a halloween-special like story. It started in Troll Village/Trollstopia with Poppy was planning a party called the 'Hair Raising Scare O' Ween'.

I don't remember much about the plot or the main villain. but my main takeaway was that he used a spell book to summon a group of 'Monster Trolls' trolls based of horror movies/ Tropes. (ala 13 ghosts of Scooby doo)

I remember the monster trolls invading the Scare O Ween Party and near the end the Trolls manage to trap the Monster Trolls in the book but discuss if the Monster Trolls should be imprisoned or free as Poppy notes they weren't really hurting anyone and just scaring everyone.

The thing i like most about this dream were the Monster Trolls Themselves. my memory is flaky there was between 7 to 10 of them but here is what I remember.

Vincient- a typical vampire and the leader of the Monster Trolls, able to levitate and turn into a bat

Jack Hollows- a reference to the headless horseman, but with a motorcycle/beetlebike. and throws flaming pumpkins.

(These two were the only ones with names I remember, the rest are placeholders)

Scaretroll- a mix between DC's and Marvel's Scarecrows. a sentient Scarecrow, uses faming tools like a scythe and pitchforks. also has a pet crow.

Monsterman Troll- a Frankenstein's monster character is mute and the muscle of the group.

Doll Troll- a living doll, about the size of a teaspoon Troll, like Smidge, a total prankster, using her doll like appearance to mess with others.

Beast Troll- a werewolf like troll with sharp teeth and long unkept flock and hair, acts like a dog

That's all i remember but i was wondering if i should flesh out these concepts and do something with it.

[socialanxiety-queen]

Queen-O-Ween Day 1: Halloween Lovers of 1954 • Fandom: Sam and a Colby|Solby Ship|ABO themes|and Gore in the one shot below • DO NOT STEAL MY WORK 💋

Every October the legend of the killer lovers of 1954 is spread around each home, warning teenagers to stay home.

Kat sat at the campfire with a few other teens gathered around for warmth. They were having fun on this cold Halloween night as a group of typically loud teens despite their parents warnings. Urban legends fell on deaf ears in this town, people didn’t care anymore. What was the point to? Legends were only stories parents told to their children to keep them from roaming the woods after nightfall.

“Story time!” Kat announced heartily as she tossed an empty beer can into the garbage bag they had brought along for such an occasion. Amber snickered and sat up from her lounged position, fully ready for this one, but Tara was picking at her skirt nervously. She loved Halloween but these woods freaked her out, they were cursed and everyone knew it. It wasn’t as if she’d ever truly seen anything but… Well, the rumors were enough.

“The Lovers of 1954,” Kat drew out with a creepy tone to her voice, “It all starts with the omega, Sam Golbach, who was the mayors son, only son in fact.”

“Damn,” Amber huffed, “Must of been terrible to present as an omega and be the only son back then.”

“Omega guys had it tough no doubt,” Kat nodded, her eyes focused on the flames, “Worst part was, his father would make him hide who he was, blockers and shit. He wasn’t about to be embarrassed by his so-called heir,” Kat rolled her eyes at that, when researching this shit it had made her pissed.

“An Alpha, Colby Brock, the ladies man here-,” Kat started.

“My grandmother said he was fine as hell,” Tara finally spoke up, probably a bit too loud, “But she said he only had eyes for one person so she never stood a chance.”

Kat nodded matter of factly, “He fell for Sam. He knew Sam was his omega but the father didn’t like that..” She threw some twigs into the fire, almost angrily.

The wind gushes around the trees, rustling the branches and leaves loudly, almost as if the forest was listening in and for a moment Tara feared it was as she looked out at into the darkness between the trees.

“He tried barring Colby from the house, demanding they never be near each other again,” Kat ran fingers through her colored hair in thought.

“Please, Colby wanted that bussy and no old ass man would stop true love,” Amber cackled as she opened up a vodka bottle and tossed the cap at least somewhat near the garbage bag. Thank fuck she hadn’t paid for new nails yet.

“Well,” Kat scrunched her face up in disgust at what her next words were to be, “The old ass man..”

“No...” Amber gasped.

“He publicly announced his son was a homosexual who needed to be sent away for treatment,” Kat’s scent soured as she spoke, “Colby knew it meant they’d torture Sam, and he decided they’d run away, get far away from this damn town.”

Tara could see something moving in the tree line, her ears zoned in on it and drowned the other two out. There weren’t any noise to indicate footsteps as far as she could hear but… There was definitely something there. What the fuck was it..?

“The dad found out about their plan, tried to shoot Colby dead, but Sam took a pocket knife and stabbed him before giving Colby room to do the same, sharing the knife between them. That continued their assault till the Mayor was a gurgling mess on the floor,” Kat shivered at the slight chill now forming around them despite the fire roaring healthily between them.

“Good for them,” Amber nodded pridefully and lifted her drink in a toast, “Fucking asshole deserved it.”

“The town didn’t care,” Kat shook her head quickly before Amber could continue her celebration, “They drug the two men out into the square and did a public execution.”

Amber narrowed her eyes and looked out over the lake where their town could be seen on the other side, all twinkling lights and glowing brightly like a ray of hope in the dark. In fact, that place held so many dark secrets it was almost ironic the sight, “Romeo and Juliet…” She sniffled, she might be the slightest bit tipsy…

“I’m not sure if they buried them together, which is why people suspect they come back every year. All those unsolved murders, they claim it’s them getting revenge on a town that killed them for something as simple as self defense,” Kat wiped Ambers tears away as she spoke softly, “They say Sam can be heard whistling his and Colby’s song, if you believe in ghosts coming back and all.”

Amber was about to answer when she noticed Tara was gone, she looked around and when a light whistling carried through the air, she froze, “Tara that’s not funny!”

Kat stood up and listened carefully, her ears peeking to hear better. But the tune was odd, old… If Tara was trying to scare them then damn it was working but…

‘You belong to me’ whistled sharply around the trees, something just a bit too old and coincidental for Tara to even know. No one knew what song was whistled deep in the night, no one stuck around long enough to find out either. When the tone of voice dropped, grew closer, Kat found herself scrambling to her feet to grab Amber.

“Wha-“

“It’s not Tara!” Kat yanked Amber down the path at their left and to the car they’d parked closer to the road.

Hand in hand, two men walked from the forest line, the melody being whistled by the blond as his other half opens and closes his pocket knife staring down at his lover. He leans down to kiss Sam, the taste of candied apples from such a time long ago… Sam holds his hand just a bit tighter, his own knife clutched in a white knuckle embrace in his free hand. The blade was dripping with fresh blood - from Tara, whose body now joined the rest. More blood to soak the grounds here, curse them all. They were robbed of their love by this god forsaken town and every year they would take back what they’re owed in blood.

“Let’s get them all Sammy,” Colby purred into his omega’s hair, “Let’s make them all pay.”

Sam smiled, his scent coating his alpha in adoration.

“Will let those other two live,” Sam spoke softly, he had heard their words and the knowing look from Colby sealed the agreement, “Let’s make the rest beg for their lives.”

Colby led his omega towards the town. The wind howled around the blood soaked couple as if trying to give a final warning to the people whose families are forever cursed in blood.

———

Note: Thank you for reading, if your interested in this story I’m going to start writing a backstory fic of the lovers and a continuation of this one on my AO3 [username is Middy] but I’ll post the chapters here if anyone is interested let me know and I’ll be sure to tag you! I’m also not hating on Tara in this it was really hard to decide who to kill.

[facewithoutheart]

2021 Fics in Review

Stole this from @captain-aralias and it nearly killed me...

Also feel free to take the questions and answer them yourself. Tag me if you do <3

my fics from 2021

A Christmas Pitch, SnowBaz, Mature, 66k

5 Times Baz Avoids Conflict (& The 1 Time Simon Catches On), SnowBaz, Mature, 5k

A Crack In The Wall, Drarry/Jily/Wolfstar, Teen, 39k

Left Hands and Lotion, SnowBaz, Mature, 5k

What Am I Now?, Drarry, Teen, 600

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too, SnowBaz, Teen, 3.3k

Here Comes The Boy, SnowBaz, Mature, 3k

Two Weddings, No Vows, Drarry, Mature, 3k

Not The Droids You're Looking For, SnowBaz, Teen, 9k

The Wrong Sider, Drarry, Mature, 65k

5 Times Simon Tried To Use Baz's Fangs Like A Swiss Army Knife + 1 Time He Didn't, SnowBaz, Teen, 4.5k

When I Feel Alive, SnowBaz, Explicit, 3k

Fucking Ruthless, SnowBaz, Explicit, 2.6k

vroom vroom, SnowBaz, Explicit, 900

The Mirror Pair, SnowBaz/Drarry, Mature, 38k

Based On A Fake Story, SnowBaz, Teen, 2.5k

How Baz Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Rick Roll, SnowBaz, Teen, 2.6k

vroom vroom 2: Watford Drift, SnowBaz, Explicit, 1.3k

2 fast 2 vroom: the vroomening, SnowBaz, Explicit, 4k

Forever Isn't Long Enough, SnowBaz, Teen, 1.2k

We Used To Be Friends (AKA Mean-O-Ween), SnowBaz, Teen, 7k

The Chain (Tell Me What You Want), MalMage, Mature, 2.3k

Power In Hope // Drain Me, SnowBaz, Mature, 700

The Last Time, MalMage, Mature, 2.6k

Green Is The Color, SnowBaz, Explicit, 2.7k

The Real Tragedy (Is How Many Years I've Lived Without You In Them), SnowBaz, Explicit, 53k

Eight Months (forever), SnowBaz, Explicit, 11.6k

The Last Leaf, SnowBaz, General, 650

What I Leave Behind (Icarus Remix), SnowBaz, Teen, 155

A Body., SnowBaz, Mature, 1.2k

Care For Me, SnowBaz, Teen, 2.2k

Thirst Trapped, SnowBaz, Explicit, 14k

Make It Real, SnowBaz, Teen, 1.2k

Sleeping // Not Sleeping, MalMage, Teen, 871

Hate is a Poison, SnowBaz, Explicit, 611

Any Way The Wind Blows, SnowBaz, General, 333

A Little More Hope, SnowBaz, Teen, 898

Any Way The Tissue Blows, SnowBaz, Teen, 1148

All You Need Are Scones, SnowBaz, Teen, 1079

In Whose Body I Inhabit, SnowBaz, Teen, 1435

Trick of the Lens, SnowBaz, Teen, 1694

Who Holds The Power, SnowBaz, Explicit, 2.7k

Some Tears We Keep, SnowBaz, Teen, 680

The Brownie Paradox, SnowBaz, General, 260

Turn Around (Don't), Lamb/Gerald, Teen, 450

An Unscheduled Stop, SnowBaz, Teen, 1.7k

Think Happy Thoughts, SnowBaz, Teen, 3.4k

White Christmas, SnowBaz, Explicit, 1.2k

Trouble Comes, SnowBaz, Teen, 900

A New Song, SnowBaz, General, Teen, 400

Promises, Promises, SnowBaz, Explicit, 3.5k

Santa Baby, SnowBaz, Teen, 5.7k (unfinished)

Trouble Goes, SnowBaz, Teen, 1.8k

Disturbed, Depraved (Delightful), SnowBaz, Explicit, 2.2k

the side bar, Brobelove, Teen, 750

A Pedicure For Loneliness, SnowBaz, Teen, 2.2k

Always is a Promise, SnowBaz, General, 960

A Whole Goddamn Buffet, Shittle, Explicit, 34k

Who Holds My Grief?, SnowBaz, Teen, 280

Rats Away!, SnowBaz, Teen, 930

Love is a Balm, SnowBaz, Explicit, 380

The Chosen One Bakery, SnowBaz, Teen, 2.4k

Out Of The Cold, SnowBaz, Teen, 1.8k

Trouble Always Finds Me, SnowBaz, Explicit, 2.5k

On a Scale of One to Ten, How Much Do You Want to Date Me Right Now?, SnowBaz, Teen, 10.5k

65 fics, 418k in total (though I'm sort of cheating, since I started at least three of my longfics in 2020)

Jesus Christ it hurt to make that list. Did I really write all of that??

more questions and answers below the cut 👇

Best/worst title?

For best, I really love Thirst Trapped; it just so perfectly embodies the fic, and helped set the plot when I got lost halfway through writing. (Although, for humor, does it get better than 5 Times Simon Tried To Use Baz's Fangs Like A Swiss Army Knife + 1 Time He Didn't?) I'm also pretty partial to The Real Tragedy (Is How Many Years I've Lived Without You In Them) even though I think it's a bit pretentious.

For worst, probably When I Feel Alive (I just have a love/hate relationship with this fic lol) because I always forget what it's about. The title just really doesn't do it for me.

Best/worst summary?

I'm pretty blah about summaries; I don't have the patience for them, generally like to leave bits of my story to be discovered rather than forewarned. So mine tend to be fairly short, except for longfics.

For best, I just really love the description for 5 Times Simon Tried To Use Baz's Fangs Like A Swiss Army Knife + 1 Time He Didn't which is simply: "Does what it says on the tin." Classic Christina-sarcasm. If I'm not going with a joke answer, I do also love my summary for The Real Tragedy even though I changed it about a million times while posting:

What if the Watford Tragedy never happened? The arrival of Davy Cadwalladar’s body on Pitch Manor’s doorstep sets in motion a chain of events that leave Basilton Grimm-Pitch wondering just how far he’ll go to prove, once and for all, that Simon Snow is real. All Simon Snow wants to do is tend bar and forget he was ever part of a vigilante group of Mages called ‘Davy’s Men.’ That his childhood love is gone forever, and everything he knew about himself is a lie. Until a mysterious vampire walks into his bar, his life. And his heart.

(Although part of me wishes I could have stopped with just that first line.)

For worst, probably my Love is a Balm fic because it's just "The companion piece to 'Hate is a Poison'" but how else do you describe a 380 word piece?

Best/worst first line?

I pride myself on good first lines...

But if I had to pick worst, it's actually probably from my piece A Christmas Pitch, because I copied The Christmas Prince:

“Chris. Chris!” I shout, chasing Watford Magazine’s head writer down the hallway.

It doesn't really set the tone of how this piece turned out, and does nothing to introduce the central drama.

As for BEST first line, I do have two that immediately come to mind, both from COC because I did work really hard on those opening lines (with a short piece, every sentence needs to punch):

From Out Of The Cold: "Winter adorns his curly hair with perfect snowflakes and I’m so in love it hurts."

From Love is a Balm: "I shatter myself into pieces on the stained mattress of my unfurnished flat."

Although, for humor, I really love “I can’t believe you bought us a race car bed, Snow.” from vroom vroom 2: Watford Drift.

Best/worst last line?

Oh man. A couple of candidates for best:

From vroom vroom 2: Watford Drift: "But we don’t invite Shepard in (not yet.) Instead, I pull Simon tight against me, snug in our bed (2017, ruby red. Perfect.)"

From The Real Tragedy: "Because now I know Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch is the love of my life.

And I’m going to find him.

Or my name isn’t Simon Snow." (I still get chills every time.)

But most of my best last lines are only good when paired with my first lines (I try to make them match whenever possible).

For my worst end line, ok and it's maybe not "the worst" worst but I really wish Turn Around (Don't) had a better ending: "I smile at the promise. And wait." It's no where near as punchy as I wanted it to be, but eh.

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

Um obviously more hahaha. I wrote 4 fics in 2020 and... 65 fics in 2021.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I mean, obviously my Shitty/Bittle story for the Check Please fandom, because a) I hadn't even read Check Please last year and b) it's a total rare pair. But I'm really please with how it turned out, even though it's never going to get the readership it deserves.

And smut as the genre because I thought I'd never do it, and here we are with 12 Explicit fics!

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

The Wrong Sider is always my answer to this, because it honestly reads like an actual novel to me, and I love all of the elements I wove into it. I think I could read it over, and over, and over again.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

Hard to say? If we're going hits it's obviously The Wrong Sider but that's because the HP fandom is larger. In the SnowBaz world, it's obviously Thirst Trapped. I was overwhelmed with the response to that fic - like, I've never seen my inbox blow up like that before (and probably won't).

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

If we're going anticipated vs real, it's The Real Tragedy, even though it's honestly doing fine and people have been really receptive of it. I think I just expected more because of the amount of world-building I did for it.

If we're going straight up views/kudos, it's obviously my works that don't include big ship followings, like my MalMage fics, the OC/Lamb story I wrote, and my Agatha/Niamh piece. None of that really bothers me though.

There were a few COC pieces that I loved and felt sad when people weren't as interested in them, like Care For Me, Think Happy Thoughts and my Trouble series, but I really can't complain because I was churning out a lot of content at that time and it's understandable if pieces got lost.

Story that could have been better?

So many of my earlier smut works, Here Comes The Boy is one I think about a lot (I do love the premise, but I still feel like the beginning doesn't match the end and that bugs me).

Sexiest story?

Probably Disturbed, Depraved (Delightful) (which I wrote in one day because I couldn't find the energy to finish Santa Baby lol). I wanted it to reflect real sex, and not the storybook romance sex my fics normally portray.

Saddest story?

I've gotta go with Always is a Promise because it broke my heart to put Simon and Baz on opposite sides of the afterlife, yearning for one another. But also the Simon chapter in The Real Tragedy because him pretending to be tough and becoming increasingly disillusioned just really hurts.

Most fun?

Come on. It's my vroom vroom series obviously. Tell me they aren't a romp and a half. Like Baz, you hate that you like it.

Story with single sweetest moment?

I'm not sure? But I do love Simon taking care of Baz when Baz's mom doesn't Visit in Some Tears We Keep. Oh, and probably Harry using the Resurrection Stone so Baz and Simon can meet their moms in The Mirror Pair.

Hardest story to write?

Every story has its moments for the most part... but I did take a three month hiatus with A Christmas Pitch because I got so bored with it. Plus, it was my first longfic so there were definitely some painful moments.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

Hands down A Crack In The Wall. I think I wrote that fic over the course of a week because it possessed me and wouldn't let me stop. I spent half of Easter weekend at the beach writing it because the words wouldn't stop coming.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

I mean, every story shifts my perceptions of the characters lol because in every story I bend them a bit to my own viewpoint. I will say in Fucking Ruthless the characters shifted MY perceptions because it refused to be written as I'd planned. I had to soften Baz to finish it.

Most overdue story?

Not sure what this means... I mean, I'm overdue for Santa Baby (but I think I left it at an OK stopping point, and I don't think it's a SUPER holiday fic despite the theme, so I'm ok finishing it in the new year.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I mean, writing 31 fics for COC, writing smut for the first time, writing my first textfic, writing for different fandoms and ships… I had a lot of writing firsts this year. I think one thing I’ve learned the most is how to start in the middle (honestly a problem because now I don’t want to write longfics anymore). I’ve also learned how to tell a story in a brief amount of time. And I’ve learned that while I’m never going to be a prolific smut writer I can pull it off when I want to (lol).

This year’s theme and the story that demonstrates it most:

You want me to analyze 65 fics and come up with a theme?!?! I mean, come on. The theme is always love, the different ways we find it, the different ways we express it, the different ways we deny it... in that case I think there are two stories that showcase my overall theme, the pairing of The Chain (Tell Me What You Want) and Who Holds The Power, which are meant to be parallel fics that show MalMage vs SnowBaz.

What are your fic writing goals for next year this year?

Is it weird that I don’t really have any? I did so much this past year I just want to… enjoy it. I know I’m getting closer to wanting to write my original fiction. I’d like to finish my Phantom piece, and maybe write another SnowBaz longfic, but other than that I'm kind of "whatever happens, happens" about the new year.

[hale-o-ween]

Event Details: 

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Hale-o-ween 2021 Daily Themes! 

See below for details:

Day 1 (Oct 25th): Echoes of the Fallen - have fun and go wild. Could be ghosts, zombies, djinn impersonating loved ones, a sluagh messing with you or much more! 

Day 2 (Oct 26th): Twisted Alphas - Maybe the alpha spark is corrupted and turns Derek evil, Maybe the night Peter traps the teens in the school turns more horrific, the alpha pack has ALL the options. Pick one and create something nasty. 

Day 3 (Oct 27th): Science Gone Wrong - Dread Doctors, Chimeras, Lion/Wolf Hybrids, OH MY

Day 4 (Oct 28th): Deadly Magic - a new witch or mage comes to town and their intentions are not peaceful, Stiles messes with magic beyond his control and the results turn deadly. The possibilities are endless!

Day 5 (Oct 29th): Nemeton Rising - The Nemeton has long been dormant, hurt, and unable to grow. Now it rises, seeking power and magic. Where will it find this magic? How will it get it? What will the consequences be for everyone?

Day 6 (Oct 30th): Tricks of the Nogitsune - a fox is far more subtle and trickier than the pack ever predicted. It’s over a thousand years old and has lived thousands of lifetimes. Could a different host be chosen? Could new magic be revealed in Stiles? What danger lurks when you try to trick the greatest of tricksters?

Day 7 (Oct 31st): Free Day - Build off one of the other days or find a new theme you love and want to run with. Hunters hunting werewolves or maybe a werewolf hunting a hunter. Assassins, Kate, Gerard! Bring your best and more horrifying nightmares to life!

As always: KINKTOMATO and TWO CAKES rules in place. That means no kink shaming and two cakes are better than one cake. Don’t worry about using the same idea or prompt as someone else, that’s the amazing thing about art, no two people will interpret it the same.

All ships and ratings welcome. Just tag your stuff correctly please!

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 10/12

Anything can happen on Hal-lo-ween It’s better than a vi-de-o Gremlins going to mess up every cas-sette From Lon-don to I-da-ho

Chilling Adventures Of Salem one-shot -  Cullen Bunn & Dan Schoening

Salem the Cat has always been known as Sabrina's familiar, but what happens when Sabrina's not around to protect him (or, as is more the case, when he doesn't have to protect her)? This special one-shot explores a different side of Salem's life, one in which he acts as an anti-hero enacting vigilante justice on those who hurt others like him... animals, in a horror story that's equal parts Pet Sematary and Hereditary.

Black & White: Tough Love At The Office GN Vol 1 -  Sal Jiang

Sparks (and fists) fly in this violent yuri love story. Shirakawa Junko is an upstanding employee of a high-level bank. Her colleagues all respectfully admire her... except for Kuroda Kayo, a colleague who's transferred to her department. Shirakawa is supposed to train Kuroda, and it does not go well. These women have a bizarre love-hate relationship that results in either violent office attacks or angry lesbian sex. When a sinister conspiracy seems to be afoot at their bank, can these two stop having bruised hate-sex on piles of documents and work together to investigate? This provocative LGBT+ drama is ready to rumble.

Approach #1 (of 5) -  Jeremy Haun, Jason A. Hurley & Jesus Hervas 

When airport employees Mac and Abigail find themselves snowed in after a blizzard, they witness a terrible plane crash. After pulling a survivor from the wreckage, they realize a terrifying truth: this plane has been missing for 27 years!

The nightmare has only just begun though, as the people trapped in the airport soon find themselves confronted by what this plane actually brought back.... For those with a fear of flying... it's not the sky that deserves dread, but what lies beyond it...

DanDaDan GN Vol 1 -  Yukinobu Tatsu

Momo Ayase strikes up an unusual friendship with her school's UFO fanatic, whom she nicknames "Okarun" because he has a name that is not to be said aloud. While Momo strongly believes in spirits, she thinks aliens are nothing but nonsense. Her new friend, however, thinks quite the opposite. To settle matters, the two set out to prove each other wrong-Momo to a UFO hotspot and Okarun to a haunted tunnel! What unfolds next is a beautiful story of young love...and oddly horny aliens and spirits?

Sensory: Life On The Spectrum GN -  Bex Ollerton

From artist and curator Bex Ollerton comes an anthology featuring comics from thirty autistic creators about their experiences of living in a world that doesn't always understand or accept them. Sensory: Life on the Spectrum contains illustrated explorations of everything from life pre-diagnosis to tips on how to explain autism to someone who doesn't have it, to suggestions for how to soothe yourself when you're feeling overstimulated. This book depicts these varied experiences with the kind of insight that only those who have lived them can have.

She Love To Cook, & She Loves To Eat GN Vol 1 -�� Sakaomi Yuzaki

Cooking is how Nomoto de-stresses, but one day, she finds herself making way more than she can eat by herself. And so, she invites her neighbor Kasuga, who also lives alone. What will come out of this impromptu dinner invitation...?

Samurai 2.0 #1 (of 4) - Marcello Bondi & Mauro Gulma

The year is 21XX.  World War III has devastated the planet.  A foreigner arrives in the city of Neo-Tokyo. His name is Ketsuo, and he is the last remaining graffiti samurai, intent on clashing with the Emperor, who has prohibited any artform and persecutes anyone who dares to create.  In the year 2022, a series from Action Lab arrives at Antarctic Press, where we dare to create!

Legacy Of Violence #1 -  Cullen Bunn & Andrea Mutti

A Legacy of Violence, by masters of horror Cullen Bunn and Andrea Mutti, with letters by Rus Wooton, follows Dr. Nick Shaw; an honest doctor just trying to help people. But one day, when a patient gets out of control, Nick suddenly begins recalling past memories he had kept hidden away. That's when he decides to join Doctors Without Borders and heads straight for Central America. But his past still comes calling. With a serial killer on the loose in the small town of Disante, Honduras, Nick's flashbacks begin to intensify-and become clearer. Was Nick meant to go to Honduras? Is this all part of the killer's plan? Find out what Nick has been repressing all these years and why.

Hyperventilation GN - Bboung Bbang Kkyu

Myongi and Sunho haven't seen each other since they were 18 years old. Now 27, they run into one another at a high school reunion, and the romantic feelings they had for one another come rushing to the surface. But are they the same people now that they were back then?

Hitomi #1 (of 5) -  H.S. Tak, Isabella Mazzanti & Valentina Napolitano

In Feudal Era Japan, a drifter with no prospects begins training in secret under Yasuke, a once-famous, displaced, disgraced warrior, as she struggles to find her place in a society entrenched in discrimination and violence.

Combining the historical sweep and elegance of Kurosawa with the visceral action of Tarantino, this saga follows the trials and tribulations of a young female warrior who travels the countryside unendingly as she works to gain the rank of Samurai-a title no man, monster, or myth can give to her, but one that she will have to take for herself.

Slumber TP Vol 1 -  Tyler Burton Smith, Vanessa Cardinali, Simon Robins & Becky Cloonan

We all have nightmares. What if you could pay somebody to enter your dreams and shoot that nightmare in the goddamn face? That's where Stetson comes in. She's a nightmare hunter. A dream detective. She enters her clients' dreams through a door, investigates their dreamscapes, and kills their nightmares. But Stetson's past comes back to haunt her as she tracks down a nightmare serial killer responsible for the mysterious death of her daughter.

SHWD GN Vol 1 -  sono.N

A slick and action-packed yuri tale about two special agent women fighting supernatural horrors! The year is 20XX. Tough but idealistic Koga has just joined the Tokyo branch of SHWD, the Special Hazardous Waste Disposal unit responsible for eradicating mysterious biological weapons that were left behind after the great war. Her mentor is Sawada, a woman with a powerful psyche who complements Koga's physical prowess. Something is sizzling between the two of them, and it's more than just a shared mission. Together, these two badass women must team up to confront horrors beyond their wildest nightmares.

The Sword Of Hyperborea HC -  Mike Mignola, Rob Williams & Laurence Campbell

From the ancient warrior Gall Dennar, to Sir Edward Grey, to the B.P.R.D.'s Agent Howards, the iconic Hyperborean sword from the world of Hellboy has landed in many influential hands. And this has been no accident. Trace the sword's path through the adventures and encounters that finally brought it to Ragna Rok, at the end of the world, and witness the sword's journey through history.

Whatcha scooping up this week, Fantomites? 

[weenwrites]

FNF Whitty w/ a Long Lost S/O 

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons, Scenario Trigger Warning - None

Ween Says: “Basically the two of you knew each other, back when the Greater Good had their hands on Whitty and experimented on him or something like that. You were one of the creatures that they held captive, and you both grew close and bonded over the fact you’re both being chased by a specialized task force. You escaped together and became more than just friends, and then you were separated again for quite a while. Now you’re finding each other again!!”

You stumble haphazardly into the alleyway, completely fatigued and somewhat lethargic. Spending every single day of your life running from a specialized task force wasn’t easy. Especially since you had little food to eat, and had to go through some nights with little or no rest at all.

With the Greater Good on your trail non-stop, it was pretty hard to catch a break. You hoped to find a nice pile of garbage to sleep on in this secluded part of the city, perhaps you could find a half-eaten chilli dog, or maybe some pizza scraps. Whatever you could salvage from the garbage could possibly be your last meal. Knowing the Greater Good, they could be here right now.

You slowly turn around to begin scrounging around in the garbage when you see an oddly familiar pair of iridescent orange eyes staring at you through the darkness. Soon enough you notice the rest of the figure hidden among the garbage. A smooth spherical head, a bomb-fuse, a dark cyan hoodie… Is that… No, it can’t be… Can it?

“Y/n?” Whitty murmured hollowly after giving you a quick once-over.

“Whitty?” You mumble back.

He rose to his feet and stared at you as if you were a ghost. You stood there, static, frozen by shock. Neither of you took a step forward or approached the other. Mainly out of fear that this was all some sort of elaborate Greater Good trap, and once again one of you would be dragged away from the other, and crammed into a van like a sardine in a can.

“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes…” You murmur, your gaze softening.

In the blink of an eye, Whitty rushed over and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and tight to his chest, prompting you to let out a little wheeze. You slowly and shakily hug him back, eventually leaning on him and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. It was either you were going to pass out, or you were leaning into his warm clutches again, it was hard to tell since he was hugging you so tightly you could barely breathe. There aren’t any words capable of describing how relieved you were to see him, and how much you had missed him.

Every night prior to this one, your heart ached to see him again, leaving a burning pit in your heart that could only be filled by the person who left it. He didn’t leave you on purpose, no, he’d never leave you! It was rather he wasn’t given much choice. Trying to save you while being restrained by several Greater Good agents isn’t an easy feat, you know.

All of that didn’t matter, now you were safe in his arms. Whitty’s embrace slightly slackened, to let you breathe again. You chuckle and murmur a little ��thanks,” as you suck in a deep breath and gently caress circles onto his back. Whitty’s still in some disbelief, he thought that he’d never see you again. Nor did you ever expect to see him again but, he’s here, he’s with you, and he’s never going to let you go again.

He is SO HAPPY to have you back!!

There aren’t any words capable of expressing how much he’s missed you!! <3 <3 <3

So instead he’ll go with the next best form of expression, hugging!

He’ll hug you suuper tight- it’s because he missed you so much- and hold you close <3

You might be a bit breathless after that, but hey! You got a nice hug from your missing lover!

After the two of you explain where you’ve been, you’re both furious at the Greater Good for doing these things to you and Whitty.

You both decide to stick together from now on, and help one another out.

He really doesn’t want to loose you again, god he missed you so much!! <3 <3 <3

Unfortunately the two of you don’t have much food to eat, so you have to split it between yourselves. At least nights in the alleyways are less lonely, and less cold now!

If the Greater Good pops up and tries to take you away from him again, things won’t go too well for the GG agents…

They may or may not have a couple dozen casualties on hand afterward, but hey! That’s the price of being part of a special task-force to go capture weird creatures like Whitty and you!

There’s no cost too great, am I right?

[kbirbpods]

Original Fic: tal'galar by @bean-bean-8 on ao3!

Relationship: CC-224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Vampires, Obi-Wan is a Vampire, Clones are werewolves, Blood Drinking, But it's not explicit or anything, And is entirely consensual, This is nicer than it sounds ok, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf

Audio Length: 8 minutes, 38 seconds

Summary: 

Tal'galar 'spill blood, bleed' Obi-Wan and Cody are trapped by rubble in a room, waiting for the battle above to end. But Obi-Wan is reluctant to accept Cody's help, even if it will satisfy his burning hunger.

Podficcer Notes: recorded for the pod-o-ween prompt "hunger" and for my free space for @codywanbingo! You can find my card for the latter under the cut

Card as of 10/31/2022

[chubby-derek-and-friends]

CHUB-O-WEEN DICE CHALLENGE 2020

Roll a D12 and get prompts for Costume, Situation, and Amount of Weight Gained!

Costumes:

Chef (Feeder)

Witch/Wizard (Feeder)

Frat Boy (Feedee)

Superhero (Feedee)

Supervillain (Feeder)

Horror Movie Villain (Feeder)

Fairytale Character (Feeder/Feedee)

Jock (Feedee)

Classical/Medieval Costume (Feedee)

Video Game Character (Feedee)

Fat Suit/Sumo Costume (Feedee)

Ghost Hands/Shadow Costume (Feeder)

Situations:

Cursed Candy

Costume Becomes Real

Costume too small

Fairytale Fattening

Halloween/fall/harvest carnival

Possessed/captured by a gluttonous ghost/demon

Trapped in a haunted house

Trapped in a haunted/magical/cursed restaurant

Cursed/magic item causes weight gain

Cursed/magic game causes weight gain

Eating/drinking contest

Pumpkin/Pumpkin Spice overload

Amount of Weight Gained:

Roll a D12 and multiply the number by ten to get the amount of weight gained!

Post your stories/art on Halloween Chub-O-Ween!

[sariahsue]

The World Is Not All Bad.

Every Sunday I post my favorite headlines from my favorite good news websites. These are some of the things that were reported on in the last week, November 1 to November 7, 2020.

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Natural Organisms in Soil Can Power Lights With This Bio Battery, Which May Be World’s Most Disruptive Technology

New ‘Wall of Hope’ in Children’s Hospital Neonatal Ward Helps Families Stay Strong

Grad Student Defends Her Dissertation in a Skirt Made From Rejection Letters To Help ‘Normalize Failure’

At This Farm, Children With Special Needs Connect With Injured Animals to Form Healing Friendships 

Paul Rudd Hands Out Cookies to New York City Voters Waiting in the Rain to Cast Their Ballots

Political Foes Vying For Governor in Utah Make a Unity TV Ad Together Calling For Civility: ‘There’s a better way’

‘Madman’ Digs Canal for Decades to Bring Water to Dry Indian Village, Enduring Jeers that Turned to Cheers 

Researchers Discover a Breakthrough With Animal Studies That Has the Potential to Prevent Alzheimer’s

Global Program Dramatically Cuts Childhood Hepatitis B Cases By 80% Worldwide–With Less Than 1% to Go 

Single Foster Dad Adopts 5 Siblings So They Won’t Have to Be Apart Like He Was in His Childhood

New Study Shows Garden Areas Improved the Immune Systems of Daycare Children in Only a Month

Common Weed Stops the Growth of Breast Cancer Cells, Scientists in London Report 

Tech Startup Can Now Brew Up Carbon-Negative Rocket Fuel by Capturing CO2 Emissions From the Air 

We’ve Made Massive Progress Educating Girls Around the World in the Last 25 Years, Says Report

10-Year-Old Donates 619 Toys To Children's Hospital. Now He's Donating 100,000 Meals To The Needy 

3-Year-Old Girl Rescued After 65 Hours Trapped Under Rubble In Turkey Earthquake 

Meet The Hero Who Saved A Little Girl From Being Kidnapped

Tim Tebow Gives Homeless Person The Shoes Off His Feet

Volunteers Help Navy Rescue 120 Beached Whales In Sri Lanka

He Saved A Little Girl From Drowning, Now Her Family Is Raising Money For His Wedding

'Miracle of nature': Record number of endangered turtles hatch in Mexico

New Zealand appoints first Indigenous female foreign minister

New technology may save Venice from future devastating floods

Indonesians collect old phones to help students get online

Howl-O-Ween Puppy Parade raises money for CHKD mental health hospital

From foster care to the governor’s office. Mark Robinson will become North Carolina's first Black lieutenant governor

Cellular immunity to SARS-CoV-2 found at six months in non-hospitalised individuals

Doctors say they have found a potential cure for deadly silicosis disease

Human recombinant soluble ACE2 shows promise for treating severe COVID­19

Horrified by deadly attacks, French Muslims protect church

Links in the comments.

[xthewhiteravenx]

“So Cold”

[insp. by @socialanxiety-queen Trap-O-Ween Day 7: Vampire Lovers 🖤🖤🖤 All credit to her!] [song insp.]

[18+ below]

“Come here,” Colby’s voice was thick as he leaned back against the loveseat of his and his lover’s New Orleans apartment. 

Sam eyes flared red with lust, dropping the poor unconscious woman he had decided to take a small sip from, and licked his lips of her blood, though some droplets slipped down his throat. Colby’s eyes narrowed in on the blood before raising his heavy gaze to the blonde immortal. In a flash of speed, Sam was sitting on Colby’s lap, pinning his hands above his head. Sam lowered his head to Colby’s throat, giving a steady lick and Colby hissed, baring his fangs to his blonde lover. 

“I want to taste again...,” Sam moaned, placing a soft kiss to Colby’s throat. 

The brunette smirked, knowing that every since Colby changed Sam back in the 1530s when Colby was living in London at the time (having been a vampire for about a hundred years prior) Sam had a bit of a kink for that moment. Colby can still remember it like it was yesterday rather than the 300 years that had passed into the present year of 1835. Sam was a greedy newly-turned vampire, taking Colby’s blood from his throat like a starving child. Colby had almost passed out!

Without Colby’s permission (though Sam never really needed it with Colby), the blonde found Colby’s jugular and bit down hard. Colby bit his bottom lip, tasting his own blood, and tossed his head back and the veins and tendons in his neck straining, moaning like some wanton prostitute. Sam drank, groaning against Colby’s throat at the familiar taste, though vampire blood was dull (like flavorless food) in comparison to human. But, Sam never grew old of it. 

Then, suddenly, Colby snarls and slips from Sam’s hold easily, grabbing Sam’s bare hips and flipping the blonde with unnatural speed into the seat Colby was moments before. Sam leaned away from Colby and against the loveseat as Colby rose, pushing his knee up in-between Sam’s thighs and against his groin. Colby’s eyes were crimson and his mouth was agape with his stark white fangs glistening in the low candlelight. He gave a tentative lick to his fangs. Keeping his eyes on Sam’s, Colby lowered his body down against the blonde’s, grinding his hips upward to tease the blonde, before ducking under Sam’s chin. He found Sam’s vein quickly and bit down, as well, flooding his senses with Sam’s scent and the hundreds of memories they had shared since that fateful night in 1532. 

Colby had constant lovers, many of which were human and barely made it through the night, before he met Sam. Yet, since the day Sam arrived in Colby’s immortal life, they were stuck to the hip and Colby adored his blonde lover like he was the best holiday gift he ever received. Every day was a gift to Colby and, through their immortal lives together, Sam was a never-ending miracle. 

Pulling away from Sam’s throat, blood seeped down his bare chest and Colby growled as he leaned down to lick it away, waiting till Sam’s wound healed. As he did so, Colby’s hand rose up Sam’s chest to his throat and he gave an experimental squeeze. Sam was usually the more dominant one in the relationship, but Colby wanted to see what he could do to Sam. And it didn’t disappoint as Sam gave a sharp surprised inhale-like moan. 

“You do that again and you’ll regret that later,” Sam mumbled beneath the high the hand on his throat gave. 

Colby smirked and pulled away from his lover again, peering down at Sam, “You should know better Sam-- those threats,” his voice was thick and low in his chest, “will make me want to do what you don’t want,” and he squeezed Sam’s throat again. 

Sam moaned and bucked his hips up into Colby’s, “That’s what I was hoping,” and Sam quickly switched their positions again with Colby on the bottom and Sam on top. 

The blonde smirked as he shifted his position so he was sitting on Colby’s lap fully again. He raised a single finger to swipe at his lips, taking the lingering traces of Colby’s blood off of them and then slipping the finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the substance. 

Colby found himself getting quite heated at the sight above him and he growled frustratingly, “Well, don’t just sit there making empty promises.”

[undead-notunreasonable]

HAPPY DRAC-O-WEEN || PART 6 OF 31 🎃🦇 ||

For days and nights the time was gone from Dracula’s mind, the complete & total darkness of the blind fold, the random hours of visitation & feeding, who knew what time of day it was. Was it morning, noon, or evening? Was there ever even a morning? All he came to know in that darkened state was that his hearing had improved threefold. Not only could he hear the soft steps of Elizabeth when she came inside but their humming conversation from the floorboards. The sound raising into the air in waves like a radiator newly turned on, causing curtains to flow beneath them. Head rolled to the left. There was no sound of a city, not one of his beloved Whitechapel, the thrum of the underground or howl of emergency services rushing through the streets. Birdsong was prominent however. He must be in the countryside, the lack of city sounds filling the room was evident. But how did they get him here that fast? It couldn’t be anywhere too far from London, which direction he hadn’t a clue since Whitechapel were rather deep into the city centre. How did they even transport him so far without being seen in the first place? “Count Dracula, where have you gone? Why are you not obeying my wishes? Why are you not joining me?” the voice hissed, swirling all different directions, as though it were searching in different pipelines for him, searching an entire city for his follower. Dracula noted the voice had grown fainter the past few days. Elizabeth’s plan was working. He only felt the smallest of pulls that could be mistaken for a small annoyance such as a twitching muscle & nothing more. The blood he’d been fed led him to learn so much about those strangers. Where they’d worked, who they’d met that day, what coffee orders they had & were never satisfied with, the miserable marriage they were trapped in & the person they were having an affair with. Better than the telly box that humans consumed far too much of, never enriched them. 

God, he stank. The smell of stale sweat from being starved days at a time, feeling his body detox, shiver & shake until he were filled with a rage that made him swelter even more in the strain that was his weakened state. Not to mention the blood that dribbled down his face that Elizabeth never washed away after feeding him. In the beginning it’s remaining odour teased at his hunger, making him hunger for more, which in turn caused him to yell out painfully for more feeding. He’d almost convinced Lucy to bring him sustenance but she somehow broke out of it. How unkind she’d become. But now the stench was becoming putrid, crude, almost sinking into his skin to stain. The almost metallic scent had now dried into some form of sharp odour that stung the nose, breathing it in would just burn the back of the throat, you could vomit it up & have the smell linger inside the mouth unable to wash it out, just utterly consumed by it. 

The light slapping of feet entered the room, followed by a gentle sigh. Dracula had aged a little under her care. A few wrinkles, the odd grey hair streaming through the black. He didn’t look too bad with a little age on him she thought. “I’m going to have to trust your word.” Elizabeth announced in a flat word “Don’t make me regret it. You know how handy I can be with a whip when I punish liars.” a tone of flirtation lingered in her words but she still remained serious. “Have you been hearing any more voices? Apart from myself & Lucy. No doubt you’ve been having riveting conversations with yourself--” “--He’s fading.” Dracula interrupted his confession almost desperately, wanting his hands unbound, wanting himself cleaned up & in fresh clothing. It wasn’t arrogant to be clean. “His voice is trailing around, but it’s fading out. He can’t find me. Please, Elizabeth, let me down, let me bathe, keep me bound in you must but please..” his voice wavered & trembled in his desperation. 

A coy smile played at her lips as she thought his request over “Very well. I’ll let you down. Besides, you know how I love when you beg for my mercy.” fingers slide smoothly onto the wall, followed by those bare feet, crawling & scaling up the wall like a spider until she reached the bed, she straddled him once again, more so for grip rather than anything sexual. “When I untie your legs, I’m going to bring them around my waist one by one, the same with arms. You’re weak but do your best to hold on, understand me?” she admired him under her cuffs one last time. When the Count agreed, she reached back, clicking the chain free. Immediately she caught at his ankle, flipping back with the gravity, stopping it from going too far to hurt him even more. The freedom of movement of just one leg was heaven for the Count, letting out a satisfied groan. He’d developed sores on his skin, but she knew those would heal after he’d eaten. Slowly, she curled his leg around her waist, himself letting out little mews of pain at the alien movement Another leg, another catch, another fold. “I would keep you locked up more often if I knew you’d be making such cute noises, Omor.” Elizabeth whispered cheekily, letting her hair tickle at his skin. She reached up above his head, clicking one cuff free, and carefully bringing his arm to her shoulder, followed by the other, a vice like grip holding the pair of them onto the bed. “Hold tight.” she instructed, allowing the pair of them to fall gracefully toward the ground, a hard thud as their combined weight me the hard wood floor. Like a folding chair, Elizabeth unwrapped the man from her body, his feet wobbling under the sudden force of gravity. He hadn’t felt so mortal in so long. He hadn’t felt so weak in centuries, feet barely able to greet the ground as he attempted to walk. It was a good thing that Elizabeth possessed the strength of a vampire since she seemed to manage to carry them both even with how fragile she looked. A good distraction. The blind fold remained however, he wondered why but he hadn’t the energy anymore to ask, just wanting fresh food, company, and clean clothing. Dusty wooden floor turned to frozen cold stone step, small stones stabbing at the soles of his feet as he trudged down once more, like tiny daggers torturing at him. They both stopped short suddenly, and heard the rumbling of a door handle to his right, then creak followed by a flooding of warmth. The air was muggy & heavy, sitting low on his chest. A scraping of a chair from ahead a short ways, guided down, and then suddenly a burst of light. “Gah!” he groaned out, hands rushing to his eyes. Those burned like he imagined hell would & instantly removed them, tormented with a way to cope with the shock of light. He only kept his eyes closed for a moment longer before blinking himself awake. It wasn’t even a full light, everything was soft candlelight. He carefully cracked his neck from side to side as he looked, then spotted the bath, filled almost to the brim with steaming water. 

“It’s called a bath.” Elizabeth chimed, going to another candle that hadn’t been lit, lighting it with another. “Quite frankly, Dracula, you stink of death. I mean of literal death. I’m not having that in my home, especially when I spent another mans loose change on Yankee Candle that even I don’t think will cut through your stench. They’re worth it, believe me.” a playful grin as she walked toward a cabinet to take out a towel. When she saw he hadn’t undressed she scoffed “Don’t tell me locking you up has made you all shy about being nude? I’ve seen you naked, Omor. We used to have amazing sex back in Italy. I taught you everything I know, be glad I’m not asking for credit.”

The Count followed her order, wobbling hands fumbled at the buttons, one by shaking one. He didn’t posses the strength or care to fold the bloodied clothes neatly. The trousers were a little bit more of a struggle, and Elizabeth knew they would be. Like a good nurse, she unbuttoned them, helping him slide out, and over towards the bath. She made a once over of his body, but surprisingly didn’t make a rude comment. Instead, she gave him a nod & made her way toward the door, promising that a cup of dinner will be with him soon and that he should focus on cleaning up in the meantime. Alone in a dimmed bathroom, Dracula carefully eased his fragile body into the steaming water, already feeling it working its magic on his stiff bones. He noticed the age spots on his hands, the small greys that painted his chest. How long had he been out for?