#voila another dead body

[greendragonette]

The older I am, the more I'm convinced that indeed humans really are just chimpanzees who got kicked out of jungle and discovered fire

[justheretodump]

this is going to be dc x danny phantom x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

pt 1, 2, 3

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

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jazz fenton and constantine had met, of course, on a dreary december night, when rain had poured ominously. with thundering clouds above, constantine had blinked awake from a coma-like nap to the sound of knocking on his apartment door.

a wet and scowling jazz had stood on the other side, orange hair stuck to her skin and shaking hands gripping a leather tome to her chest. despite her shaky appearance, she spoke clearly, southern drawl shaping the vowels uniquely, "john constantine? my name's jazz fenton, may i come in?"

"no."

trying to slam the door shut had no affect, as she had simply shoved the book in the way.

"i really need your help."

"fuck off."

constantine blocked the open slit with his body as she shimmied her knee in for more leverage.

"i'm a history student at gotham u." another mini scuffle as both pushed against the door. "i'm looking for information on an old myth." constantine tried using his hip to push the tome out of the way. "do you know about lazarus pits?"

constantine rebooted his brain to shake away the shock. clearing his throat, he backed away, the door squeaking on its hinges to show the smirking girl. "may i come in?"

the australian man scoffed and drifted away to the kitchen table. the student surveyed the crappy apartment as she followed, sitting down across from him with a relieved grunt. she put the book on the table.

he eyed the girl warily, "what's this about lazarus pits? where'd you hear it?"

she cleared her throat, back straight and hands crossed on her lap. if it wasn't for her sorry state, she would be the image of professional.

"i'm not in a position to discuss my sources. however, from what i've heard, there's one underneath this city." her eyes glinted a steely aquamarine. "i need to see it."

constantine barked a gruff laugh. "you're crazy. there isn't a chance in hell ranga." he jerked his head at the book on the table. "what's with that then?"

her hands flipped its pages, stopping at a detailed drawing of a bubbling pit. upside down, it was hard for constantine to decipher. "it says in here that long ago, bubbling pits of green water were used by witches to speak with the dead. they could only be found in places with a strong lack of godly devotion, invoking satan's forces." she huffed, a sad smile lifting her face. "if i can confirm gotham's lazarus pit and what it consists of, i can further argue the existence of gotham's own witch coven in the 1600s before the salem trials. for my thesis, of course."

"for your thesis," constantine echoed, a bit mockingly.

"of course." repeated jazz pleasantly. "if you're so unwilling to come along, a few directions would suffice."

the man snarled, "no dice kiddo, scram."

jazz seemed unfazed, gathering herself up with the grace of a dancer. sweeping the book back into her hands, she walked towards the doorway. under the frame, she turned to tutt at him, "i'd spray some air freshner in here. cigarrette smoke attracts unfavorable forces."

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jazz fenton did not disappear nor fade into obscurity. constantine had the pleasure of her company the following wednesday, where both had escaped certain death at the hands of a cursed portrait pulling unassuming tourists into its french landscape.

sat in the ruins of a crumbling mansion, constantine lit his cigarrette and studied the girl across from him. "so, how did your research lead you here?"

jazz snorted, decorative mace still in hand even after the fight had ended, "property records were transferred to the gotham government after the trials. just had to figure out what victim it was connected to and, voila, witch mansion."

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after much persuasion and conversation, constantine decided that this girl, with the smarts for battle and a deep intuision for the magical, would be his prodigy. and if her company included good banter, fatherly worries and emotional attachment, that was neither here nor there.

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two years later, jazz fenton was a doctor in historical studies of gotham folklore, a museum consultator and a justice league dark probationary member.

batman and zatanna, both well aware of the orphan constantine had taken under his wing, had not been surprised to greet her at the door of the australian's apartment.

"sorry for the mess guys, we've been drawing all night." they shimmied across the paper covered floor into the kitchen where the blonde was eating a bowl of cereal. "we've narrowed down the source of the problem somewhat. last thursday, what you saw on that hill, we think it might be an old gaelic deity, cailleach."

zatanna frowned at the idea, "a gaelic deity? deities don't leave their countries."

constantine spoke through a garble of cheerios, "yes but what if they weren't this earth's deity?"

batman remained silent and jazz spoke to him, "when a deity is borne from worship or belief, they tend to only exist there."

"something only exists if it is observed." the bat mused.

jazz brightened, "yes! deities only exist in the countries that they're observed in. however, we believe this cailleach is not our scotland's deity but rather doesn't exist tied to a reality at all."

"but a deity can't exist without a belief well," zatanna replied.

"well, yes," constantine stood up and dragged over a vintage drawing of an old woman in a cloak, her hand wielding a hammer, "but what if someone could die and leave their reality's vibrations? go neither to their hell or heaven or hades' underworld or valhalla or whatever else, and take their beliefs with them?"

"you're talking about the infinite realms."

"the infinite realms?" intoned batman.

jazz showed the caped man a note, this time a depiction of a vast land with floating islands and starry skies. "the infinite realms is a different dimension. it exists on another plane, like icthultu's realm. when we talk about the afterlife, bad or good, every reality has their own. however, the infinite realms can sometimes bleed into every reality. because of this, souls touched by its essence can slip the afterlife and go on to exist in the infinite realms."

"if you were to die bats," constantine leaned back, "there would only be one batman wherever we go after death. but in the infinite realms, you could have 2 or 5 or 10, all dead and from different worlds."

zatanna hummed at all this and looked closer at the runes they'd compiled, "so if a hardcore cailleach believer passed on to the infinite realms, cailleach could come to life there."

constantine snapped his finger, "exactly! that's the theory, but really, it only works if the ghost monster that attacked the park next to the hill is the belief well. not really human-like but a possibiliy. the infinite realms has a bad habit of creating weird shit."

"can we expect more creatures to come from the infinite realms?" asked batman.

"no." "maybe."

jazz and constantine whipped their heads to exchange irritated stares. the australian man got up roughly, chair scraping the floor, and took his bowl to the sink, the faucet water breaking the silence.

jazz sat down, gesturing for their two guests to finally sit. she reached underneath the table towards a purple backbag, and pulled out her old book tome. flipping it open, she showed the pit drawing to the other two heroes.

"what if the lazarus pits were connected to the infinite realms?"

zatanna leaned in, intrigued, batman remained stone faced, and constantine scoffed loudly. the blonde began muttering but jazz continued on. "i believe ra's tried to erase all records of the pits, but mentions of reviving waters can be found all across cult scripts and witch coven writings. waters that could bring back the dead, that whispered with human voices, that sometimes held goulish creatures underneath its waters. a material thick and glowing green penetrating the soil around it. the only evidence of the infinite realms is a page from doctor fate, and he mentioned a green, jelly-like substance!"

constantine huffed again, like an angry boar, and turned, hands covered in soap suds. "i swear to god, you're making connections where they don't exist! if the pits had anything to do with the infinite realms, that would've been the first thing doctor fate told us!"

jazz stood, hands planted on the table, "if you would just trust me, we could go check and rule it out, but ancients forbid i'm right! you're just scared about wha-"

constantine got close to her and pointed in her face, "you've been obsessed with those pits since you stepped into my goddamn apartment two years ago, let it go jazz or i swear i'll pull you off this case."

a thousand emotions flickered across jazz's face before, with teary eyes and a thunderous scowl, she stomped away, figure disappearing into the living room. faintly, the sound of the balcony doors sliding open echoed before a soft click followed.

zatanna, who had witnissed many of jazz and constantine's fights before, and knew how deeply the man cared for the girl, heaved a sigh. both were stubborn and it would take a bit before things settled. she decided to keep quiet, reaching for jazz's tome to keep occupied. as she reached across, a soapy hand impeded her. looking at constantine, he wore a frown, "she doesn't like others touching it. go look at the runes, see if you recognize anything."

zatanna smiled a small thing at the man she was so fond of, and got up to do so.

batman, who had watched everything with mixed feelings, watched the australian go back to the sink. faced with his back, he spoke lowly, "the pit's too far away from the park."

constantine sighed, shoulders drooping, "no, it wouldn't work like that. if it did, anyone revived by the pit would have to stay close to it. and if you destroy some of them, the undead might go back to being dead."

batman mulled this over in silence. he was undecided on the matter, too concerned about what it meant that the pits might be doors to another dimension. he conveyed his worries then, "if the pits are connected to the realms, how were we able to destroy them before?"

"if, and that's a big fucking if, they are connected to the realms, the essence can't be destroyed. it's all around us, all the time. the important bit is stacking it in one place to create a way through. like a stone bridge. when you destroy the pits, all you're doing is breaking up the stone, but the stone crumbles to the bottom, and you could, hypothetically, pick up each stone and put it together again. i guess the only things that works as a glue for it in our world is water."

"you're pretty calm discussing it now."

"one of these days that girl's gonna end up digging a hole she'll die in."

"kids are like that."

---

later on, when the apartment meeting had ended with no new leads and batman had debriefed the other bats, it was decided, unknown to constantine, that red robin and batman would look into the current state of the gotham lazarus pit. zatanna and martian manhunter would visit arabia to check the other naturally formed pit.

constantine and jazz were still on the fritz, but one evening, to constantine's concern, the girl had called to say she would be in illinois for a few days, "visiting the orphanage". the redhead had never done so before, but who was the australian to interrogate her? he wished her a good trip and that was that.

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jazz had been missing for two weeks, calls unanswered, phone untrackable. gotham had witnessed two more ghost-like monster attacks, and all three of them had been untouchable, disappearing on their own in 30 minutes. the bats were too concerned with uncovering the source, justice league dark had been put on the case and too was scrambling for clues, and constantine was ready to rip his hair out in concern for his prodigy.

on his way to the airport, in the backseat of a taxi, ready to fly to springfield, his phone rang, lighting up with a smiling graduation picture of jazz fenton.

he rushed to answer it, "hello?! ranga?! jazz!"

crackling came through, the mic rustling before a breathless voice called back, "cons---tine! we ne--- help! i'm outs--- f amity park, th--- a sig---al blo---. you n---d to come! the hou--- a portal! --- stantine?! hello?!"

the line cut off. constantine told the taxi driver to floor it.

[lavalais76]

I recently wrote a post asking if any of you think Jon Snow is actually dead. I got likes, but no response. I had to be sure I wasn't the only one thinking this way, so I copied a comment from RyanBarnes13 on Reddit, and I agree with him and a few others as well.

RyanBarnes13:

He’s alive. Aemon has that dream vision on the trip where he wakes up and is almost desperate to tell Jon " cold preserves." The first was a non- fatal neck cut. 2nd was a belly stab, (depending on where) could miss all vitals. 3rd stab was in the shoulder blades. So into the bones, not organs. He fell to the snow. And never felt the 4th blade. It's very, very likely that Jon wasn't actually stabbed a 4th time. (All he felt was the cold)

The key thing is the SNOW, it actually freezes and stops the blood loss which is what actually saves most stabbing or shooting victims. People have laid in SNOW for 12 plus hours and recovered from what should be a very fatal wounds.

Yes he will warg into ghost, and he is probably unconscious and in a coma like state. Jon has to finish the crypt dream of Winterfell that he continues to have,and wakes up from. This time he will finish it, and will talk to the wolf he saw in the last iteration.

And yes the regular science will confound everyone, and after sewing or burning his wounds, Melisandre will light a fire, put Jon there and the rapid warmup will help Jon recover and voila!!!!!!! A miracle!!!

Edit: actually if you look at the very last sentences, he falls first, does not feel a fourth stab, cause there is no stab, he does not warg, he only feels the cold. He is laying in snow. So he is still in his body. He calls to Ghost for help.

“Jon fell to his knees. He found

the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …”

— George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set by George R. R. Martin

That belly punch is the big if. If he hit organs yeah it’s a slow septic death if Jon survived the initial stabbing. But it reads like it wasn’t near as bad of a stab. Bowen Marsh is crying unlike the others. Reads like he still isn’t quiet 100% on doing it. And definately is lacking the fighting skills. He punched Jon. And the dagger stayed when he let go. That says it went in deep enough to stay in. But who the hell stabs a guy and it is described as a punch????? Seems off.....

But unlike nowadays they stabbing into lots of muscles. Not fat. It’s a lot harder to cut through.

We actually had a soldier in Iraq that worked out all the time in our free time, he got shot in the abdomen. Turns out working out saved his dam life, the bullet hit the ab muscles and it actually stopped the bullet before it penetrates to the organs. Honestly we all worked out after that. Protein shakes and weights for the whole platoon.

But that’s what I’m seeing described more in this stabbing.

*This last comment comes from: BowTiesAreCool86

"Oh, you think he's dead, do you?" - GRRM.

Also, from another interview

I: "Getting stabbed to death by one of his friends?"

GRRM: "Wait til the next book"

I think he'll be pulled back from the brink, a more successful spell than was worked on Khal Drogo, but it will cost him part of his "soul" in one way or another.

* I personally think Jon will be in a coma like Bran was and he will Warg his wolf. From there Jon will learn of his abilities with the help of Bloodraven and Bran. I also think Jon is more powerful than Bloodraven AND Bran. Jon will probably be allowed to leave the wall when Rob's WILL surface which is SOON, or the Northerners will come together and will be Jon's "get out of jail free" card.

As far as they know he is the last living son of Ned Stark, and they would rather see a Stark in Winterfell than the Bolton's or Stannis. They are bidding their time, but Jon is in grave danger even at the wall as we already know. I'll say this until the books prove me wrong: Satin had something to do with Jon's stabbing. He is "the hidden dagger."

Things will change BIG TIME once Sansa Stark makes it to Castle Black as well. These are my thoughts on Jon Snow. Everyone automatically assumed he died and the theories I read of his return are totally unbelievable. YES, he will be a changed man and NO he will NOT be some zombie who can't communicate or stuck in Ghost.

No one ever talks about Jon's unnatural super strength. They showed a little in the show, but not enough. Jon has the blood of the 1st men and old Valyria. He is full of ancient magic that he isn't even aware of. His near death experience and being in Ghost's skin will change EVERYTHING. I also happen to believe that Jon is a greenseer and will find out of his heritage himself.

Jon might die later in the series and be brought back, but as for now; Jon lives. Any thoughts? 😊

[voxofthevoid]

hi! how are you,vox ? For the wip open season, it's gotta be number 29 for me. I love canon-divergence ideas.

I'm alright! Same old, same old. Hope life's being good on your end 💙

29. breakdown on the way down, honey

Canon divergence AU where Yuuji never eats the finger or becomes a sorcerer, and his first encounter with Gojou involves nearly running over a blood-soaked man who refuses to go to the hospital.

Ah, I have a soft spot for this one. Yet another result of joint brainstorming sessions with @nearalways, and since they're not online for me to ask permission to post their parts, I'll show ya mine (hm, that sounds vaguely wrong). It should still make sense!

Without Yuuji in the picture, canon developments are altered enough that a non-Culling Games version of Gojou vs. Sukuna ends in Gojou just walking around like a zombie after putting down his ward-turned-monster and his dead bestie's puppeteered body. Staggers into a road and meets Yuuji when the latter nearly runs him over.

Gojou made sure to burn the corpses this time. This hasn't fucked him up at all! I think it'd be sheer numbness that makes him go with Yuuji. Also blood loss.

Yuuji trying to take him to the hospital at first and Gojou very calmly threatening to open the door and exit the speeding vehicle.

Anyway, Gojou's never grieved normally a day in his life. If a handsome man takes him home and patches him up all sweet, he would consider choking on dick a fair price to pay and a good distraction. Yuuji, meanwhile: Are you aware most of your blood is outside your body.

Yuuji maybe kissing Gojou and putting him to bed and waking up to an empty house, except Gojou's back less than a week later, going "So how about that blowjob now."

It goes on like that, with a mixture of porn and minimal plot. Star phrases include—

Imagine having Gojou for a booty call jumpstarting Yuuji's ability to see curses. He swallows some questionable blood and come and voila! CE, motherfucker.

It's still the least traumatizing way this could have happened. Yuuji got the best hole! Hole so good it pried his third eye open.

Yuuji would be the type to call Gojou and go "Is your asshole haunted?"

As you can tell, we are very unserious people. Except when we aren't 😂

Ask in response to the WIP Open Season

[thebadgerclan]

Returned

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: Aleksander returns from Novyi Zem...

A/N: As per usual, the V-day teaser and the trailer set loose the writing bug, so voila!

I do wanna say that this is based on the V-day teaser, and after the trailer, I have no idea when that scene occurs, so this is just an excuse to write some angry, vengeful, protective Sasha

Have I mentioned how excited I am for season 2? 😂🤩

The scene before him was nothing short of terrifying.  His loyal Grisha chained and caged, their hands bound so they couldn’t use their power, the King’s soldiers patrolling around them.  Aleksander had wreathed himself in shadow, and he stepped forward, raising his hands as he did.  His nichevo’ya surged forth and killed the soldiers, snapping their neck and gouging their eyes out, which drew cries of shock from the imprisoned Grisha.

Aleksander took another step forward, bringing his hands up to draw the hood of his cloak back.  “I have returned!” he called.  “And I’ve made some new friends.”  His monsters came to flank him on either side, and at his command, the Grisha who hadn’t abandoned him aboard the whaler came forth to free their comrades.  Aleksander looked on as his men and women were freed, their wrists unbound, summoning and calling their power once more.

Just when the General was about to turn, when he thought his Grisha were free, he saw something move in a cage he’d thought was empty.  Its occupant was curled on the ground, barely covered by what looked like a torn burlap sack.  Then, she spoke, and Aleksander felt his blood turn to ice.  “Aleksander?  S-Sasha, is that you?”  In an instant, he was running, skidding to his knees before the cage in which you were locked.

“Y/N?” he said, his voice trembling.  “Y/N, oh my love.  Darling, what have they done to you?  Pashel!”  The Inferni hurried to his General’s side, eyes widening when he saw that it was you in the cage.  “Get her out of there.”  You hadn’t been on the Fold with him when all hell had broken loose, and when Aleksander had made his way to Kribirsk, he’d been so consumed with rage that it had been all he could do to heal before setting off to hunt the Sun Summoner.

In hindsight, he should have gone home, he should have gone straight to you.  Aleksander had written to you, telling you of his plans, but he’d never imagined you’d be taken, that you’d be imprisoned like this.  Guilt washed over him, but he pushed it aside.  You were his priority now, everything else could wait.  The cage was unlocked, and your husband moved to unlock your shackles, but as he moved aside the burlap you were draped in, he fought back the bile rising in his throat.

You were naked beneath your meager covering, and Aleksander unfastened his cloak and draped it over your body, scooping you into his arms.  “I’m here, my darling,” he whispered, rising to his feet.  “I’ve got you.”  His Grisha had been seen to, and Pashel was bringing Midnight around.  Aleksander mounted, keeping you secure in his arms, as he called out orders to his soldiers.  

There were safehouses, Ravkan nobility who had vowed to back Aleksander when the time came for him to overthrow the Lantsovs.  They would help him now, they would help you.  He rode hard and fast, clutching you to him, feeling you tremble against his body.  “I knew you weren’t dead,” you mumbled, and your husband looked down at you.  “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I knew you weren’t dead.  I just knew.”  You turned your face into your husband’s chest, and he tightened his grip on you, urging Midnight faster.  Aleksander couldn’t explain it, but he’d known you were alive too.  He hadn’t known you’d been kidnapped, starved, or imprisoned, but he’d known your heart still beat.  If you’d died…he’d have known.  He just would have known.  “I’m so sorry,” he said, tipping his head to kiss your forehead.  “I’m so sorry, Y/N.  I should have been here.”

“You’re here now,” you said, words slurring together.  “You saved me.”  “I always will.”  Nearly an hour later, you arrived at the estate of the Duchess of Adena; whose servant admitted your husband without question.  The Duchess asked no questions, only had her maids prepare a room for the two of you.  Aleksander would be in her debt forever, but he would come up with how to repay her later.

The Duchess’ personal Healer saw to your wounds, and soon, you were bathed, fed, and dressed in a borrowed nightdress, cradled reverently in Aleksander’s arms beneath the downy covers.  “Did you find her?” you asked, and your husband nodded.  “We did.  But Sturmhond turned traitor and helped her escape.  She’s likely claimed the Sea Whip by now and is on her way back to Ravka.”

You shifted in his embrace so you could look at him, at the scars that now resided on his face.  “What will we do?”  Aleksander took a deep breath, finding your hands beneath the covers and squeezing.  “The same thing we always do.  We fight.  And I swear to you, my darling, I will never let anything like this happen to you again.”  You snuggled closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw.  “I know you won’t, Aleksander.  And I’ll protect you, in any way I can.”

Your husband knew that to be true, he recalled how fiercely you’d defended him in the past, how you’d thrown yourself in front of a bullet for him (something he would have nightmares about for the rest of his eternal life).  “I love you so much, my precious Y/N,” Aleksander said, tilting your chin upwards to kiss you.  “I will always love you, moya dorogaya zhena.”  “And I love you, Sasha.”  You let your lips linger on his for several moments before you drifted off, and for nearly an hour, Aleksander remained awake, watching you slumber, needing to convince himself you were well.  Only when exhaustion tugged at him did he let himself sleep, but not before sending a nichevo’ya to stand guard at the door.

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 230 (spoilers)

This chapter was harder to understand than previous ones and that was probably because the translation I read was a little shoddy. I might have to make a follow up post on Sunday when the official translation comes out.

But from what I did understand is that Sukuna, that prick, is using Megumi's soul as a punching bag in this fight to let Mahoraga adapt to techniques without him taking damage. In this case it was the sure-hit of Unlimited Void. This probably only works on UV as well.

Theory: to be still able to finish the summon of Mahoraga after getting hit by UV, Sukuna disengaged his brain from Megumi's. Normally this would pose the risk of MegumI gaining back control of his body but not in this specific circumstance because the disengagement meant that Megumi's mind would be hit by UV, meaning even if he had been able to take back control in that moment, Gojo's own attack made him unable to do that.

Sukuna is really a royal bastard who leaves no room open for attack and Gojo was understandably distraught at realising that he hurt Megumi directly.

On Megumi: first, he has his shoes back. Second, he's still at the bottom of the abyss of evil in the same position as last month after Tsumiki's death. His eyes are also looking quite dead BUT despite all of that Gege still made sure to draw the reflection of light on him. Megumi is not in total darkness and at some point in the future we'll see what that means.

There is also Gojo's 6-Eyes look at Sukuna with Mahoraga in the background. We see two white circles in front of him, one higher than the other. These are CE centres most likely, drawn to represent the soul. They're two because there are two different CE signatures, Sukuna's and Megumi's. The higher circle, Sukuna's, has a piece of the lower circle attached to it.

We can interpret this in different ways. Literally, as in Megumi's CE and cursed technique being used by Sukuna right now with Mahoraga standing directly behind Suku. Or figuratively, with Megumi's soul being shattered.

Yuta had compared a burnt-out technique with an overheated engine. The engine was technically fine, there was nothing to repair because nothing was broken, it was just too hot to be used in the next few minutes. So what did Gojo do? He broke the hot engine and repaired it afterwards. Then et voila, a freshly made brain engine ready to use!

Sukuna's Domain breaking soothed my soul after the taunt he levelled at Gojo and did Megumi so dirty. But I did hope that Megumi had an active role breaking it. In the future, hopefully.

This is an awesome panel and even Sukuna's side eyes are bleeding. My problem here is again that I'm confused about the step by step happenings of the fight that led up to this. I might've avoided this problem if my Japanese wasn't as shitty as it is but instead of improving it during my limited free time, I rather write fanfic about Toji getting fucked in the ass by Benimaru Shinmon from Fire Force.

Teacher Gojo finally gets to shine after being dissed left and right the last few chapters. The Tokyo students are watching and we'll definitely see the things these behemoths are doing in this fight used by the good guys in the future. I won't be hearing about any asspulls when that happens!

Sukuna's grin is also extremely menacing.

We get the next round starting with another fist fight and Yorozu's words are back in Sukuna's head. Why? What do those words mean to Sukuna? Why is he thinking about them again? There are multiple interpretations and theories we can go with.

E.g. love for Sukuna could mean the love of fighting and the love to strive towards greatness. This is in contrast to Gojo who we only ever heard talk about romantic love (I'm not a stsg shipper but I am a stsg truther).

The loneliness is about being so strong that no one else can stand beside you. Why this phrase reappears here again might be because Sukuna is standing right now in front of someone who is on his level and Sukuna very much knows that without pulling every ability and trick up his sleeve he won't win.

Still, Sukuna didn't show much emotion in this fight even now, he straight up showed more personality in his fight against Yorozu than here

My theory is that Sukuna, unlike Gojo, started his life at the bottom of the food chain as a hungry child at the edge of starvation who resorted to cannibalism to survive. Sukuna showed a great disdain for lowlife who didn't stay in their lane and I think that's a projection of his own life and his achievements that no one else is ever going to accomplish.

Sukuna always seemed like he didn't see much in Gojo most likely because he saw him as nothing but an upstart who won the ability lottery and nothing more but that might be changing with these last few panels. Gojo fights with more intelligence and skill than just with his abilities alone.

[muutosarchive]

normally he likes to take his time.. especially when he's entertaining, in the meantime. painted chin lifted, while gloved digits draw idle shapes on bare parts of narciso's back. all of this, while all else is ignoring the happily bouncing centrepiece to the day's proceedings. as no doubt, he is much a different man when behind closed doors, than when the clergy is at his threshold. drinking his wine, breaking his bread. especially, to his consort. his primordial prime mover. has been with him since his early days as a cardinal, & remained loyal when he had no power to speak of. & with wealth, trust & power he is afforded now as penance for his servitude. for his love. when copia, the virgin papa -- the unholy mary, ascended to the papal throne. for he's chosen unconventional methods, as he is known to do. from his choice of second vestments, to his selection as a companion. & though he is not restricted to certain gender identity, nor marriage, he abstains all the same. his black, rodent heart belonging to one, & one alone. had given his body to one & one alone. met him, before his desires were able to burn hot & fast, leaving destruction in it's wake. humans have been cruel, and to fratello profano they have been very much so. they understand one another, & the devoutness to copia above all else? it is tantalizing. addicting, & all encompassing.

fully clothed in a dapper little suit, his face rests over the shoulder of patience. a whining narciso. gloved fingers splayed over a mostly bare back, whilst leaning against the seat he resides upon with lithe legs spread. his cock jammed unceremoniously inside of the exposed brother of blasphemy, while he sings his unholy praises. & all of that, while he winds about like a nymphomanic serpent of the underworld. hollowed eyes cast out upon his uncomfortable audience. a well timed tug to a collar, bringing a smirk to his rat-like visage. for he now embodies everything they once hated. everything they despised of him, he's taken -- & claimed as his power. exercising that power, in making an example. an example of what he can do, now. what he can claim. how he's blown the status quo to smithereens & laid them at the feet of three dead mother fuckers & their mother. fucking. daddy. he doesn't move a hip muscle, whilst he threads fingers into ciso's hair. pressing tongue to throat, as they become one form. teeth clenching steadily in his attempt to keep himself stifled. he's growing annoyed. wants to engage, wants to see that fucking whore of a man lose his composure - wants to make him writhe until his muscles give out... twitching, whilst whispering the kind of shit that would give nuns a fucking heart attack... frankly prideful in that he was able to make it to the end of the meeting. "mmm..." he hums in agreement. head tilting, & embedding nose in long tresses as he inhales. closing his eyes. finally beginning to rock up into narciso with shallow little bucks of his lithe hips. hands fluttering down to grip either hip, whilst the man draws back from his hiding place. enzo looks from ciso, to ghouls. sizing a few of them up, from horn to toe. silently guiding hips up, & down the length of his slick shaft, before his gaze is pulled back to the sight of profano's leaking prick. transfixed, he waves a lazy hand in the ghouls' direction. "well? you heard the giocattolo del cazzo. he doesn't want you fine specimens, today." he speaks. hands squeezing handfuls of thigh muscle, "now go on -- get out of here. go have yourselves a nice meal, alright?" he doesn't look anywhere but up as he settles back. regal, long features painted & proud. ghouls filing through the door, with a final slam of heavy oak. he raises his hands, & drops them heavily with a slap onto quivering thighs. "voila -- is this the peace you've been looking for, uccellino cantarino?" he asks, lip twitching. grunting again, low. "you know i ah - have a hard time refusing you anything, si?" he speaks. "soprattutto quando sei un così bravo ragazzo per il tuo papa."

@vileincarnations / / cont.

[drewsdrearydays]

11.02.2018

If you thought things were crazy the last time I wrote, wait till you read what happened today. There was…another. Dead. Body. Alright wait, let me rewind a little and start from the beginning. It has been a whirlwind of a week, what with the ferryman’s murder and Harry Mathews attempting to ruin my reputation as a mortician more than it already is. He even had the nerve to show up at my door to ‘know my opinions’ as if he wasn’t going to twist everything that came out of my mouth. Best believe the only reply that I gave him was a slammed door in his face. The meeting to discuss the autopsy report was also a trainwreck (surprise, surprise) and in the end the townsfolk were STILL undecided about who they believed, though they did note that the ‘scuffle wounds’ (UGH) were definitely suspicious given their placement. I have decided to maintain mental peace and accept this, beggars can’t be choosers. The next couple of days were devoid of any action other than Antonio and his search party heading out across the island to see if they could find any clues. They found nothing for two days but then today happened. This is where things get interesting. After looking ALL over the island, Antonio and the party were able to find nothing connected to the murder but the day they decided to look through the Kabot woods, voila, there is ANOTHER dead body. This time it was J. Yonah. Jamieson, the photographer. I didn’t know him much but I do remember going to his studio with Grandpa when I was younger. I didn’t care much for him but that was mainly because I never really interacted with him. Anyway, back to the topic. It was Jose who found the body, apparently. He and Antonio rushed with the body to the morgue at around 06:30 pm today, looking very, very worried. I liked this body better than the earlier one because this one gave me more scope to test out my knowledge given that it was already decaying and had definitely been dead for a few days now. From the blunt force trauma to his head and various other injuries all over his body (including that weird incision behind his knee which I can’t make sense of) I could make out that his death had been a very violent one. All this already is very interesting, I know, but then something else happened and that has been bugging my brain ever since. As I was wrapping up my examination of the body and putting it into the mortuary cabinet, I heard Jose and Antonio talking outside where they were waiting for me to get done. They both sounded so anxious. From what I could gather, they both were worried that this was a repeat of something. Now, this is intriguing because , knowing the details of the current murders, I, too, did think of the series of murders that had happened on the island back when I was a kid, but I genuinely thought that the small similarities had been a coincidence. Antonio and Jose also perhaps considering this makes things a lot more...let’s just say, confusing. I think I’m going to ask Yusuf about all of this when I meet him (which is right now, so I really must get going), he always has something useful to add. So yeah, that's that. I shall talk more about this when I have more intel.

[thevalleyisjolly]

You are Vera Bates. Some years ago, your abusive husband went to prison for you after you stole some silverware during a serving job he got for you with his old regiment. He has since gotten out of prison and is working as the valet of an earl he used to serve under in the army. You two are separated, but you decide that although you do not like him and although he used to hit you, you dislike living on your own enough to want him back in your life. You go to his place of work and blackmail him to return to you by threatening to expose his employer's scandalous secrets to the papers. He agrees and comes with you, but some months later leaves you once again after it comes out that you have been having an affair. He has also been emotionally involved with another woman since you've been separated and has even proposed marriage to her while still being married to you, but since they haven't actually had sex and you have, you are framed as the one in the greater wrong. He eventually returns to work for his old employer, and petitions you for divorce. For no apparent reason other than spite, you deny him. He offers you a large sum of money from his dead mother's estate to grant the divorce, and tells his new girlfriend that you will surely accept because you are a greedy woman. Despite having been repeatedly characterized by multiple people as a greedy woman, you continue to refuse. At one point, you accept the deal only to go back on your word and keep the money without granting the divorce. You attempt to force your husband's hand by going to the papers with your scandalous story. Unbeknownst to you, the paper's owner is romantically involved with your husband's employer's family and the deal for exclusivity which he gave you has all been a ruse to remove your leverage. One day, your husband comes to your house to plead his case once more. At some point during this conversation, you decide to commit suicide and frame him for your death. You make a point of going to your next-door neighbour after he leaves and telling her how frightened you are of your husband, for extra effect. You then put poison in the crust of the pie you're making for dinner and voila. None of this is ever depicted onscreen except for your dead body. You are a well-thought out character who does not solely exist to cause problems for your husband and his new romance.

I have many, many grievances with Downton Abbey, but the one that hurts the most is how much they wasted Maria Doyle Kennedy. You have Maria Doyle Kennedy on your show and you waste her on a character with no consistent characterization or motivations, who barely appears in a couple of scenes sprinkled across a season before getting unceremoniously killed off-screen solely as a plot device?

[sylveren]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

ʚɞ PAIRING - BARTENDER!EREN X FEM!READER

ʚɞ WARNINGS - CLIT PLAY, SIZE KINK, NIPPLE PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, MENTIONS AND USAGE OF ALCOHOL, CHOKING, FINGERING, CUM DENIAL, EREN’S TONGUE PIERCING, DEGRADATION.

ʚɞ WORD COUNT - 2.8K

ʚɞ MASTERLIST

Another hectic day at work and here you were, laying on your couch with some show you started weeks back and you had just reached the fourth episode. There used to be a time when you’d finish movies and shows which had each episode worth one hour each in two days. But here you were, scoffing at how “boring” and “dead” your life had become.

It was around eleven at night when you heard the keys jingle at a distance and you heard the main door’s knob twist, revealing your roommate who was a bit drunk, and chuckled as she entered your shared apartment. "Someone new must’ve dropped her home as always" you thought.

“Oh hey, y/n , you’re home early?” she cleared her throat.

“Early? Had one too many drinks tonight Shira?” You shook your head with that tired look on your face.

“Oh shut up..” she dragged her feet and approached you. She rested her chin on your head and stared blankly at the TV.

“You’re so boring” she plainly stated, causing you to let out a hearty laugh.

“Yeah, no shit” you replied as you took a sip from the cola can.

“Get up” she said and lightly tapped your shoulder and you shrugged her hand off.

“Get up, y/n” she said and held your arm.

“God, Shira leave me be!” you whined as she switched off the tv and stood in front of you.

“It’s a friday night, and i’m not going to let you be this boring grandma who starts knitting soon” she remained adamant and had a light grip on your arm, making you let out a frustrated sigh.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked her, letting your body go limp as she tried to pull you out of that couch you were nestled in.

“Getting you to enjoy the weekend, come on now don’t be a lazy bum” she said causing you to whine even more.

“It’s friday, who parties?” you retaliated.

“You clearly, but i will change your mind about that right now” she said as she dragged you to your room.

She opened your closet and started rummaging through it, trying to find the best outfit for you. When she couldn’t find anything “hot”, she asked you to stay there in your room, as she rushed to her closet to get you the perfect outfit for tonight.

She handed you a leather jacket, a black strapless dress, and a pair of black military boots.

“Seriously? This? You know i don’t wear-“ She cut you off with a loud “shh” and dragged you to the bathroom so you get changed. She was quite determined to take her roommate out of her little cave for once. Honestly, even she was tired of seeing you come home and curl up in your blanket and munch on just leftovers. You needed a change, and be it this way, she would get you to have a great night tonight. After all, you deserve it.

“You done yet, babygirl?” she called out from outside, only to earn a groan from you.

“I don’t know about this Shira, i’m doubtful” you replied, making her roll her eyes, she saw this coming for sure.

“Okay, open up, let me see” she said and on hearing the lock click she opened the door and gasped audibly, with her jaw dropped practically to the floor, her eyes wide as ever.

“I knew it, it’s bad isn’t it.. see it wasn’t a good idea-“ you said and she cut you off yet again with a “Shut up” and you raised your eyebrow at her reaction.

“Are you for real right now? You sexy little bitch, you’re rocking this outfit.. you just need a touch up.. so sit your ass down” she said and you sighed, but still did as she said.

You sat in front of your mirror and she grabbed her make-up kit and applied very basic foundation, did a nice smoky eye on you, and put a dark wine shade liptstick and voila! you looked stunning.

The moment you took a glance at yourself in the mirror, you would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed for the least. You were damned at how wonderful you looked. You weren’t used to looking at yourself like this, it felt like you’re a completely different person.

“God damn..” was all you could say and you heard Shira chuckle as she rested her arm on your shoulder and you both admired yourselves in the mirror and for once, you felt so confident, in you didn’t know how long. But the feeling, the excitement, the rush you felt was surreal already.

You both sat down in your car and she told you she’d take you to a club, but didn’t tell you the name. You both played the 90s songs to the 2010’s hits as you drove to the destination, it was fun. To be honest, you felt so free for once, you actually felt like you wanted to live this night, like it’s your last. Work had taken a toll on you, and it was overwhelming to a point. But at this moment, it all seemed like there was never any pressure on you nor any stresses. You were a free bird.

You didn’t even realise when time went by and you were at the club, while Shira was parking the car. Before getting out she turned towards you and gave you a small smile.

“Ready to enjoy the night?” she asked enthusiastically and you had a bright smile painted on your lips as you nodded.

Both of you reached the entrance and you could hear the loud music from outside, except it was a bit muffled. You showed your IDs to the bouncers and they nodded their heads, indicating for you to enter. The music playing inside was so loud, you were lost in it.

“Let’s grab some drinks!” Shira leaned closer and yelled in your ear and you nodded. Even if you shouted as loud as you wanted, it would be a muffled sound for the other person, heck you won’t even hear your own voice.

You both reached the bar and sat on the tall stools as Shira ordered two whiskey based cocktails. Apparently the music wasn’t so loud near the bar, god knows why. It had been so long since you went to a club, it felt like you’ve lost all your groove.

It had been just fifteen minutes ever since you reached there and you already saw your roommate talk to this guy and excused herself as she went towards the dance floor, and then you had no clue where had she gone to. But to be honest, you weren’t surprised.

The tall bartender who had served you the cocktail, and was wiping the glasses stood in front of you and had a small smile plastered on his lips.

“You don’t come here often” he said and you shifted your attention from the dance floor, where people were just falling on top of each other to the tall, lean man who had shoulder length hair probably, but they were tied up in a messy bun with a few of his hair strands falling on his forehead. He had an eyebrow, nose and maybe several ear piercings, which you couldn’t guess how many due to the dim lighting.

“Yeah..” you trailed off as you studied his features and he snapped his fingers in front of your eyes and you were brought back to reality as he chuckled deeply, causing your cheeks to heat up, you looked away and swirled the liquid in the glass, trying to hide the redness on your cheeks.

“It’s alright..” was all he said and you softly bit your lower lip.

“How did you know though?” you asked, now looking up at him.

“It’s easy, i’ve seen many people come here, you’re only on your first drink, you’ve been staring at the dance floor ever since you came here, you seem like you’re a workaholic, no offence” he said as he was focused on cleaning the glasses.

“That was.. too accurate, but i’m no workaholic” you replied as you took a sip of your drink.

“Sure” he shrugged and it seemed that the conversation would have ended there but he was interested in you.

“So.. do you have a boyfriend? Or.. girlfriend?” he asked, his eyes were focused on you this time and you slowly shook your head.

“None, you?” you replied and he shook his head to your question.

He saw you had almost finished your drink and asked you if you wanted a repeat and you just nodded your head. As he got you your second drink he briefly brushed his fingers against yours and you felt your breath hitch. You got shivers down yours spine as he withdrew his hands and got back onto serving others whatever drinks they had ordered. He had that playful smirk on his lips, which could never go unnoticed by you.

Your eyes were set on him, as he moved his fingers across the edge of the glasses, as he flexed his bicep muscles every now and then, the way his hair rested on his shoulder, you noticed he had a habit of stretching his neck while his one hand would grab it gently, flexing his sharp jawline. You were so lost in admiring him, you didn’t realise he had been looking at you too. Once you were brought back to reality, the music that seemed faded all this while, was brought back to its same deafening volume.

You realised you had been softly biting your lips and you heard a deep chuckle from him as he shook his head at your reaction.

“Cant get enough of this, huh?” he teased as you scoffed “You wish”.

You tried your best to hide your pink cheeks yet again this night.

“God why is it so difficult maintaining a straight face when i’m near him, even though i've just met him?” you thought.

He leaned in closer and whispered “If you want to join me in my break, chug down your cocktail”. You gulped inaudibly because of how close he was to you.

He backed away and went towards the “staff only” door and you let out an airy laugh, which rather felt like an act of nervousness, and made eye contact with him, while he stood there, waiting for your reaction.

You being a person who usually second guesses various thoughts didn’t waste a second as you had made up your mind already. You gulped down the sweet yet bitter liquid as the last drop trickled down your throat, you let out a forceful exhale through your nose, letting the burning sensation of the alcohol take over you.

He had this smug look on his face as he saw you get up from your place and walk towards him. He signalled on of his colleagues and the man got the hint in an instant. He took you to the “employees only” room, and it was nothing but dark in there.

Once he turned on the dim lights, it illuminated the cardboard boxes with “fragile, handle with care” written all over them - “Great, a store room” you thought.

“So.. this is where-“ you were cut off as soon as you felt a pair of lips against yours, moving smoothly, intoxicating you. You could taste mint and cigarettes as your lips met his. You felt a metal against your lips, it was his tongue piercing. You weren’t expecting this, to say the least but you weren’t stopping this either. You both were wanting it.

His fingertips trailed down slowly from your jaw to your chest and his hands landing on your hips. He picked you up in his strong muscular arms in a swift motion.

He sat you down on one of the small tables placed in the dark room, and slowly slid the leather jacket down from your shoulders and trailed kisses down your neck to your collarbone, sucking on the skin, making you moan softly.

As he kept trailing kisses down your collarbone, to your shoulder, he slid your dress down in a fluid movement, along with your lace panties, and the feeling of his lips against your skin was probably the most ecstatic ever. It made you want it even more, with every peck.

He then attached his lips to yours once again as his hand found it's way to your neck as he at first gently grabbed it, but slowly increased the pressure over it, causing slight difficulty in your breathing, but you enjoyed the rush it gave you. His other hand trailed down to your inner thigh, making its way to your pulsating clit. Slowly moving the pads of his fingertips in circles, causing you to gasp at the sensation and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, teeth clashing together, there was hunger in this kiss.

He slowly pumped two fingers in you making your legs twitch at the sensation and he was going at a rapid speed. His thumb playing with your clit while he kept fingering you. Your chest heaving, as heavy breaths escaped from your lips. The other hand, which previously rested on your neck, trailed down to your chest, as he took one of your tits and massaged them, earning soft gasps from you. He attached his lips to your nipple, sucking on it and biting it occasionally, arousing you even more.

He then kneeled down, stopping his previous actions, as he took both your legs and rested them on his shoulders and left butterfly kisses from your inner thigh and onto your throbbing clit. You felt his warm breath against your wet pussy, sending shivers down your spine. He slowly starting lapping his tongue across your wet folds, taking in your juices. The metal ball on his tongue added to the stimulation, making your toes curl. And that soon turned into him practically making out with your pussy, sucking on your clit harshly, as your legs started to shake at the sensation. "F-fuck" you hissed.

He didn’t stop there, he entered his two digits in your tight cunt, with his mouth still latched onto your clit. Your toes curling, and your hand reaching out for him to pull his fingers out, but he was quick, he held your hands from doing so and you were drowning in the pleasure. You felt that same knot in your stomach, "I-I'm gonna f-fucking cum" you managed to say, and thats when you felt him pull away.

"Not so easy, hm?" he smirked, and it annoyed you, having your orgasm being denied was frustrating to say the least.

It didn’t really take him seconds to removed his pants along with his boxers which now lay on the floor as his cock sprung up. Your mouth watered at the sight, he pulled out a condom and rolled it down on his length and looked at you for your approval and the lust and want in your eyes was a clear cut answer to him.

He slapped your swollen clit with his heavy cock, causing you to flinch at this action. "So needy" he scoffed. He slowly slid his length in your already wet entrance, causing you to sharply inhale as he stretched you out. But he stopped there, to give you some time to adjust to his length, but right now even a minute felt like an eternity. Lust clouding your mind, you couldn’t think straight.

"Fuck me!" you whined, causing him to let out a deep chuckle as he thrusted in you, hard, eliciting a loud moan from you. With each thrust, he was balls deep in you, stretching you out so well.

Soon enough he had quickened his pace, and your moans getting louder. Obscene sounds filled up the air. Your eyes were shut from all the immense pleasure, you were basically seeing stars by now.

He had your one leg thrown over his shoulder, which gave him easy access to go deeper and hit your sweet spot every single time. You felt his strong muscular hand trail up your bare chest and onto your neck as he choked you, causing it to tamper your breathing, but the exciting feeling never went away.

"Look at me as i fuck you, slut" he spat, and you slowly opened your teary eyes. He enjoyed the view, your tits bouncing at every thrust, sweat glistening your bodies, your eyes rolling back every now and then, the way you held his wrist as he choked you. Lust had already clouded your mind, but as you felt your throat constrict at the slight pressure he had put on your neck, was just adding onto the incoherent thoughts.

"So pathetic, so hungry for my dick" he kept passing such comments and it kept making you want more and more.

And there you felt your orgasm come closer again, "Mm- gonna cum" was all you said and to which he replied "Come all over daddy's cock, slut" and that was enough for you to reach your high.

You did as he said, came all over his cock, you threw your head back. You felt his thrusts become sloppy, even he was close to his orgasm. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he came down from his high.

You both were breathing heavily, sweating and trying to come down from your high. Your throat dry from all the moaning and panting. He helped you clean up and you both got dressed and were ready to leave, when you heard him say..

"So, you're a regular now?"

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California — Vinnie Hacker

Part 1 of the California Series

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: She finally made it to Los Angeles after months of planning! Looking forward to a hot girl summer with her friends, she catches the eye of a famous social media influencer.

Warning/s: Too long for my liking, mentions of eating disorder and body dysmorphia, alcohol consumption

Word count: ~2.4k words

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July 8, 2:30 pm

Finally in Los Angeles, you thought. Your supposed excitement is currently clouded by exhaustion from the long haul flight you just took, you literally crossed oceans for this, you owe yourself at least a smile. Nobody was available to pick you up since they’re preparing for the birthday dinner you planned for your best friend, Nadine. She’s turning 21 in a few weeks and you wanted to have an excuse to dress fancy and eat expensive food everywhere, from here to New York City. Yes, the Big Apple is part of your month-long trip. That you definitely are excited for despite spending your fall and spring days in Columbia University, your dream school in your dream city.

Sighing, you claimed the black car you rented and drove yourself to the hotel and being the micromanager you truly are, you specifically wanted to land at the right time for check-in. You were greeted by the bellhop as he took your luggages, yup 2 big ones and a carry-on full of shoes, bags, and outfits, it is LA after all. Drip or drown! After thanking the scrawny bellboy, you immediately plop down the plush sofa, taking a deep breath as you promise to just close your eyes for an hour.

5:00 pm

You have a reservation by 6:30 at, you guessed it, Boa Steakhouse! You hurriedly took a shower and wore your outfit, a baby pink bustier top, ordinary white jeans, your favorite J’Adior plumetis heels, matching jewelry, and a Dior bag. A few minutes for hair and makeup and voila, you’ve respawned from the dead. You picked up the Hansen’s cake you pre-ordered and you were finally on your way. To some, being late might be the end of the world but they’re your friends, they know you always are, it might be an ego thing or just being plain irresponsible, they’ll never know, you’ll never know either. Given that you were 15 minutes late, they were already seated and you respectfully greeted Celine’s parents first, they’re Los Angeles locals and part of why you’re here is because you miss their daughter dearly.

“Look at you, Y/n! So beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?” Celine’s mom playfully complimented, you chuckled.

“Oh no, I don’t have one.” You just smiled. You honestly don’t mind not having one, being busy with college and all that. It never really crossed your mind because you were always preoccupied with academics, organizational work, internships, and life in general. It’s peaceful to say the least but of course, it gets lonely. You pushed it to the back of your mind, not ready for another responsibility, your mind is already divided enough as it is.

“Get one here, there’s a lot of good looking guys. Maybe I’ll help you find one!” That made you smile but you quickly got distracted as someone caught your eye. It’s Celine’s baby sister, Annie! You almost cried from happiness as you slightly kneeled down to be eye level with her.

“Hi, my love. I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.” You said in the most endearing voice trying to win her over. She grinned and asked you to pick her up which of course, you did. Who wouldn’t?

“Will you guys drink tonight? Y/n, how old are you?” Celine’s dad spoke for the first time catching your attention.

You shrugged but the group nodded. “I’m 20, turning 21 in a few months!” You cheered.

“But you’re 21 tonight?” Celine’s mom gave you a mischievous look, smirking. You just laughed. You’re no stranger to alcohol, nothing you can’t handle.

You gushed and pointed at the moon and Annie hugged you tightly, she’s very loving. But it’s time for her to go because Celine’s and Red’s parents have a reservation of their own at another restaurant.

“Bye, see you soon!” You grinned widely and you finally had the time to acknowledge your friends. You walked around the table kissing them all on the cheek; from Nathan, to Kade, finally Celine and her boyfriend Eli, on the other side were Eloise, Red, Gabe, and finally Nadine. You took your seat beside the birthday girl, turning slightly to your left because there was no one beside you anyways apart from the table a meter away from you. If you told Nadine in high school that this group would eventually have dinner together, so much so in a place like LA, then she would’ve laughed at you. The boys, except for Red were all basketball players, both Eloise and Red were your typical straight and queer duo, and the rest of the girls were the famous ones that everybody seemed to like. But that was 2 years ago, everybody evolved and left the labels in the past. Plus, they’re all of your and Celine’s friends so they better treat each other nicely.

Celine and Eli were the inseparable couple ever since she migrated to the States. You always joked how she should do a face reveal but she wouldn’t unless he gave her a ring. You’re one to remember because she recently posted him on her Close Friends story on Instagram. She isn’t slick. They came up to you and you grabbed her hand and joked, “Where’s the ring?” to Eli and he froze.

Celine said, “Who told you?” Shock written on her face.

“Ya’ll fold too easily.” You laughed because your intuition is never wrong. You hugged her and congratulated them. Marriage! Is she happy? Yes. Does she think it’s too soon? Also yes.

“There’s one more surprise though…” Celine dragged. Oh no, is she pregnant? Damn, the whole 9 yards.

“What?”

“I want you to be my bridesmaid!” She jumped up and down hugging her. Both of you felt like crying. Not so long ago, you just met because believe it or not, you had the same bully as hers and now you guys are all grown up, thriving. Adult life’s finally starting for her.

“Of course, what the hell!” You had tears in your eyes from the happiness. Guess this is a night for multiple celebrations.

“I have a gift for you though!” The future bride said as she gave you a box. It looks like a book.

“Oh, Waterstones! They sell The Song of Achileas Anniversary Edition.” You nonchalantly mentioned that you’ve always wanted to read that specific version. And when you opened it, you got teary eyed as you skimmed the first few pages of the blue and gold hardbound book. You bid your thanks and joked how you didn’t need bribing because you would’ve forced her to make you a bridesmaid anyway.

The food was taking so long and you were shaking, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch from the plane, you didn’t mind though because you wanted to be skinny. Nathan and Nadine took notice and asked you what’s up. You just shrugged it off but they know about your body image issues but they can’t do anything about it. They know how you struggled with body dysmorphia and how you wish you were skinnier, like those magazine girls from the early 2000s. As Kate Moss said, “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” Luckily, the food finally arrived and the conversations poured like running water ranging from your hometown to frat parties. Laughter and the sounds of dinnerware clinking were the few noises to be heard from your table.

“Y/n and Nadine, do you wanna go to a frat party at Chapman University? I matched with this guy on Tinder and he invited me to his Phi Delt frat house. I would normally ask Red but I believe it’s no guys allowed.” Eloise hopefully asked the both of you. You were wary but agreed nonetheless, knowing that fraternities don’t let guys in unless it’s Pre-Rush. Eloise would be in grave danger if she went alone and Y/n would never let that happen.

The chatter died down and meals were finished and now they were preparing to order champagne and Don Julio 1942 to rowdily commence the night of drinking. The girls already had a few cocktails, a mojito being your personal favorite. No birthday is a birthday if it doesn’t have shots, of course. So you poured for everybody and drank until you could see the bottom of both bottles. You were never a lightweight so you downed some more, feeling tipsy.

It was finally time to blow out Nadine’s cake! You asked a server to get it for you from their freezer and you added some sparklers to the beautiful almond, vanilla bean, and berries cake, and of course a candle. You sang Happy Birthday and let her blow it, 21’s gonna be the best one yet. Your face illuminated by the light coming from the sparklers, your smile was truly a sight to see. You gave her a special greeting card that’s one of your inside jokes — it’s Emma Stone’s Easy A birthday card that plays Natasha Bedingfield’s Pocketful of Sunshine and she couldn’t contain her laughter. She can’t believe you remembered something from high school.

8:45 pm

You never noticed the group of guys sitting at the table right beside yours so when a curly blond boy, whom you recognized as Aaron Hull the Twitch streamer, tapped your shoulder and pointed to the guy in front of him, you were dumbfounded to see none other than Vinnie Hacker himself looking quite like he’s gonna shit his pants from nervousness. His friends took notice of his sudden change of demeanor when you walked in the room hours ago, he fell almost literally, I mean does feeling like fainting count?

His group was an odd mix too, from his best friends Jett, DJ, and Jack, to Aaron, Troy, Hub, and even Sunny, plus Eamon and Liza. They were having an advance birthday dinner for Vinnie as well. His friends kept on forcing him to tap your shoulder or do something because they know the guy, scared of girls but not moms. How is that even possible? Any who, they’re afraid he might lose the chance to know you so Aaron did it for him. You know him as the thirst trap guy from Tiktok and you followed him both there and on IG but other than that, he was a blur. You always found him pretty but paid no more attention, you can’t in all ways possible date him anyways, you thought before. You know of the people dining with him from Vinnie’s Instagram, they’re a cool bunch.

Vinnie felt as if time froze, the world around him in slow motion, and the faint piano recording in the background was suddenly muted. His eyes wide because Aaron didn’t give him any warning. Your smile snapped him out of his trance, just in time as you said your first words to him. “Hello, I’m Y/n.” You stretched your hand out and smiled, thankfully the table is near enough. He shook your hand and both of you felt a spark, his cold hand from the nerves shocking your warm ones. Both of your friend groups were now engrossed in your surreal interaction. Celine knew you found him attractive, she just didn’t think too much about it because how many lucky stars do you need to have for you to meet your social media happy crush? Much so, the Vinnie Hacker himself?

“I’m Vinnie, nice to meet you. Sorry ‘bout my friend Aaron he set me up.” The blond boy in a red bandana sheepishly said blushing, chuckling and scratching the back of his head out of embarrassment and frustration. He kicked his fellow curly blond boy under the table when you looked away.

Vinnie felt like someone lit up a wildfire inside him when you touched. What is this damn feeling? He thought to himself. His mind was racing with all the possibilities and his stomach was doing backflips, erupting butterflies, everything! Meanwhile, you tried to not give the interaction much thought on the outside, not wanting to embarrass him further. But on the inside, your heart was pounding, you can hear it even.

The night went on, your group was pretty tipsy and bold. So you did what a normal “table-mate” would do, you offered Vinnie’s friend group shots. Some denied but Vinnie, Aaron, and Troy agreed and you took the shot with them. They were quite amazed by how well you took yours because they never tasted Don Julio and they were shocked at how distinct it was. They grimaced and reached anything liquid to chase it down but they were unsuccessful. Maybe they aren’t used to hard drinks?

Nadine played with your slightly drunk ass and asked you to put your number and IG username on a napkin, as per Celine and Eloise’s instructions. They pretended that it was for Celine’s contact since you mainly communicated through IG and that she needs it while you’re in town. You paid no mind and agreed to it and then pulled Nadine to the bathroom. Celine saw this as a perfect opportunity to give it to Vinnie.

She hurried across the table to Vinnie’s and gave it to him. She said, “Here’s her number and Instagram. Knowing her, she won’t ever make a move on you, you’re lucky she even looked twice.” Vinnie just replied with a shocked “Okay.” and kept the napkin in his wallet. He better keep it well because all of this: a pretty girl and some uncomfortable feelings, don’t come often.

She’s right, you weren’t much of a people person. Just like Vinnie, you were shy and reserved, never letting anyone in to ruin the peace.

As if reading his mind, Celine continued. “But if you lose it, just ask your Purgatory team if Jasmine knows Celine. We’re friends.” She sat back at her table at the right time as you and Nadine entered the room.

You have this ethereal aura around you that’s equally charming and enticing and it’s driving Vinnie insane. Your breathtaking smile, the grace you carry yourself with, your intelligence as you talk about the most random things whenever he eavesdropped, your kindness from parents to waiters, and your humor and contagious laugh that makes everybody burst into fits. You’re an enigma that Vinnie’s too scared to solve but courageous enough to open.

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Author’s note: Slay mama gurl purrrr let me know if you guys want another part or I don’t know make it a series LMAO I want to tho. I wrote this in 4 hours I hope it doesn’t suck! Down for suggestions :’) enjoy!

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Jaehyun’s Body | Jung Jaehyun

▸ Jaehyun x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Demon Jaehyun, Prostitute reader ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 5/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers​

Summary: Jaehyun is a demon who uses girls to make him stay handsome. He eats girls… literally. Then he met you and he can’t eat you because he’s in love with you.

Word count: 7K

Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, a lot of killings, mentions of killings, Blood, lots and lots of blood, killings again, then another killings, eating of human flesh, filthy (I’m telling you), all kinds of sex, swearing, abduction, mentions of eating children but he stopped don’t worry, pregnancy, murder, attempted murder, suicide (?), prostitution, mentions of sex club, depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of cheating

A/N: Pure fiction, we all know that Jaehyun doesn’t need girls to make him handsome. I made this filthier than ever because it’s my last fic for 127 House. I made a timestamp for this as a bonus preview so if you already read it, yay. Inspired by the movie Jennifer’s Body and Pretty Woman. I changed the ending last minute I hope you wont hate me. Also, I’m sure a lot of you want to read more Jaehyun eating girls, literally, in action. So I will just make another timestamp for that in the next few days. 

Taglist: For the last time, if I happen to forget you I’m so sorry :( @chocolattees @floweringtheflowers @huangxx @bumblebeenct @neosculptures @kooksfairyfloss @jaehyunoos @soothingjae @plump-peach @neospirited @jeongyoonohs @shanghai-lu @seriousballoon @sunshinedhyuck  @the-universe-in-you-jjh  @mira-winterlight @generantionct @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat​ @johnjaespeach​ @jinsonaz​ @hyuckshoe69 

Halloween present time 

“Mom, can you tell me the story about the monster who eats humans just so he can look like one too?” your nine-year-old daughter snuggles beside you on a Halloween night, tired from trick or treating and already sleepy.  

“Just because it’s Halloween” you boop her nose and kept her close to you, stroking her head and making her comfortable. 

“Once upon a time, there were five teenagers who want to make a deal with the devil. The clueless teenagers did not know that what they were doing was wrong. Meaning, wrong methods, wrong sacrifice. 

Given that they don’t know what they were doing, they singlehandedly or accidentally brought a creature into this world. The bothered creature that was summoned ate the teenagers as the creature was so confused, why was he bothered in his own torture cell in hell? 

It starved for days, lost in a world that’s not familiar to him. He fed himself with every human who crosses paths with him, men, women, and children. Until it finally knew that eating humans can make him look just like them. 

The creature adapted in this world, living like a normal human and walking amongst us, still not knowing how to go home. “

Halloween many many many years ago 

“And that creature is me. Happy Halloween class, enjoy the night” Jaehyun finishes his story in front of his class. Watching every student laugh and shrug his ‘scary’ story for Halloween. They thought he was joking, and that was the fun part Jaehyun thought. 

“See you on our next session Mr. Jung” a flirty young girl waved goodbye to him, smiling like she wanted to get on her knees and suck Jaehyun's cock right then and there. 

“Enjoy Halloween” he winked back at her and proceed to fix his things and leave the classroom. 

It was exactly a decade ago when those stupid teenagers brought him to this world. He didn’t have much of a choice but to live like a normal human to save himself. Feed from their flesh, kill every two weeks and get on with life as if nothing gruesome happened inside his house. 

Jaehyun targets girls, women in their early twenties or older. He stopped eating children only because the effect on him does not stay for long. Whereas, eating older people can last two weeks max. Luring girls was never hard for Jaehyun because he’s naturally handsome, but without human flesh, he returns to the disgusting creature he used to be. 

Tinder is his go-to restaurant. A little swipe right over here, a swipe right over there, and voila! He now has a tasty dinner and for Halloween night, perfect to celebrate his existence here in this world.

As part of his adaptation in this world, he learned how to cook human meals for his victims. Feeding them good food before he eats them. In the middle of cooking in his big kitchen, his doorbell rang assuming that it’s his food that just arrived. He opened his door with a smile, welcoming the young lady inside his beautiful house, smelling her for some time during the hug. Delicious, he thought. 

“Wow. Your house is big” the clueless girl exclaims. It’s always the same, every girl who steps inside his house is always amazed at how beautiful 127 House is. It’s white interior always captures the ladies’ hearts and leave them in awe. 

“I hope you’re hungry. I made dinner for us” he gave the girl a flirty smile, flashing those cute dimples of his that always make the girls smile. 

During dinner, Jaehyun can’t rush his meal and get on with the kill already. He is patient and takes time to know what he’s about to eat. He asks a lot of questions to gain the girl’s trust and fool her that Jaehyun is actually into her. “Do you do drugs?” the most important question for the night. Jaehyun hates eating humans who do drugs because it has a side effect on him as if his body can’t handle the drugs itself that it makes him weak on the spot. So much for being a creature from hell. 

“No, I don’t do drugs. Do you?” the girl answered with wide eyes. 

“No no. I’m clean” he smiled and put his hand on the girl’s thigh. Slowly caressing it until Jaehyun reaches her damped panties. “Can you open your legs for me?” Jaehyun’s irresistible request made the girl open her legs a little wider under the table. Rolling her head side to side as she feels Jaehyun’s cold fingers brushing on her clothed clit. 

It’s time, Jaehyun thought. Dinner is served. 

He pushed the plates away, glasses clinking, utensils started to fall from the table. Jaehyun carried her and put her on the dinner table, kissing her wildly to put the girl in the mood and make her horny. It always works. While he’s busy kissing her, his hands slowly remove her panties and spread her legs a little rough and push her on the dinner table. 

“We really doing this here?” the girl asks. 

“This is the perfect place to eat you” 

The girl smiles and felt excited because a handsome man like Jaehyun is about to eat her pussy. Little did she know, that Jaehyun will quite do it literally. He planted kisses on her inner thighs, making the girl moan and tickle her in the meantime. Jaehyun runs a finger on her slit and make her legs shiver, licking his finger as if he’s having a taste of his dinner. 

“Eat me already” she protests. Jaehyun chuckled low and puts two fingers inside her before he makes a move. 

Jaehyun’s first lick from her pussy makes his head turn and breathe heavily for the girl he’s about to eat tonight tastes delicious. He licks and licks the girl, not listening to her moaning, not minding if she’s calling his name. The way he licked the girl was like he was having ice cream on a hot summer, sucking her arousal and putting pressure on her clit. Unaware of what’s happening to the girl, he didn’t care if she already came and overstimulated. Jaehyun continued licking his dinner even though the girl is pushing him already, but still having the time of her life. 

She then felt Jaehyun bite her clit and made her shout a little too loud that her voice echoed around 127 House. She propped her shoulder and saw Jaehyun’s eyes turned plain black. He smiled at her making the girl shout in horror and shout for her life but Jaehyun’s tongue is making her cum again for the second time tonight, harder than the first one she had. 

And that’s Jaehyun’s cue to eat her. Bit her off. Letting her blood pool around his dinner table. He ate her flesh by flesh, sipping every drop of her blood, chewing all her intestines, licking the flavor off her skin like an animal. He can feel himself glow as he continues to eat her. 

Pouring himself a glass of his favorite wine, he looks at his reflection through the goblet and admires his handsomeness. Skin clearer as ever, eyes without dark circles, firm ass. He smiled to himself as he feels much more alive and young now. Jaehyun went back to the dead body on his table, kissing the girl on the cheek and thanking her for making him handsome.  

That is Jaehyun’s life for the past decade. Murder to survive, eat humans, earn money, and repeat it. No thrill. Even getting caught is no fun for him because he can easily eat the witness. But living in this world full of emotions and Jaehyun is indeed a curious demon, he wanted to try to fall in love. Maybe he wants it because he’s been eating girls who are desperate for love and that’s making him desperate too. You see when he eats humans, he eats their emotions too and in that way, he learned feeling things. Anger, fear, happiness. All kinds. 

Three weeks after Halloween, he found this one of a kind service that he’s very much interested in. Just like every other human who likes their food clean, Jaehyun likes his human clean too. 

We offer house services just contact us and book someone you prefer. We guarantee clean and respectful girls....

Reading the brochure of that sex club who offers special services is like reading a menu in an expensive restaurant. Maybe it’s time to give up Tinder, stop ordering cheap food, and start feeding on expensive ones.

Just in time for his feeding again, the university kept him busy and so he did not have time to eat and settle for human food instead. That’s why he looks awful now. His hair is starting to fall out, his fair skin has acne, dark circles under his eyes, some of his toenails are falling off. He’s becoming weak, and he needs to eat soon.

“Y/n honey, you have a schedule for tonight. A big spender this one.... huh. He paid an overnight promo and even gave you a tip. Wow he’s rich” 

As you listen more of the details from the lady at the front desks, you thanked the man mentally who gave you a generous tip that will go straight to your savings, rent, and water bill. Not that you love this job of yours, but you’re excited to meet the big spender and treat him well just so he can get his money’s worth.

While you were drying your hair, you heard your phone ding and it was from your client whom you look forward to meeting. “I’ll send an uber from your house to mine. See you later” it was a bit cold but usually, your clients will just send you the address and it’s your duty not to be late for the appointment. You smiled because he seems so thoughtful and a real gentleman, you became more excited about meeting him and looking forward to the sex.

When the uber driver dropped you off in front of a big white house, you thought that maybe it was a mistake that your date must have pinned the wrong address. You rang the doorbell just to make things sure. Asking never killed anybody. You wait for someone to open the door to you, biting your lower lip while scanning the outside of the beautiful house. 

“You must be Y/n” the man who opened the door said. Well, that makes things official. You’re in the right place. 

“Yes...uhh, sir Yoonoh?” his weak state is bothering you. He doesn’t look like he can fuck at all.

“Please call me Jaehyun. Yoonoh is my alias. Come in” 

The handsome man welcomes you warmly in his home, taking your coat and putting it in a cabinet near his door. He looks handsome but exhausted, coughing a little as he closes the cabinet door. “Are you okay? You look sick” you blurted out and your first words made the man smile. Different. You’re different. You don’t care how big the house is he thought, the first thing you did is care about him. “I’m fine. The weather has been affecting me lately but, I’m good. I hope you’re hungry, I made early dinner” He gave you a weak smile and coughed again. 

This customer of yours continues to surprise you. First the uber ride and now the early dinner. For the first time in your life, this wretched job doesn’t feel like a job at all. Jaehyun here made you feel like you’re here for a date and not just to fuck the whole night. You follow him to the kitchen to help him get the meals that he prepared for both of you. As much as you’re amazed by his cooking skills, you are more amazed by how he managed to cook a decent meal even though he’s weak. 

Jaehyun started small talk, as usual. Asking you questions before he kills you and making sure you don’t do drugs even though it’s stated clearly that the sex club has clean girls. He made you comfortable the whole dinner time and made sure you enjoy what he cooked for you. 

“What do you do outside this job of yours?” Jaehyun asked, cutting a piece of steak as he waits for your answer. 

“Nothing. I’m lifeless” you joked, “I take care of myself and save as much as I can so I can have a clean start, which reminds me thank you for the generous tip” 

When the air was finally dead, he put his hand on your knee, caress it softly until his hand reaches your upper thigh. You felt his hand shaking like he’s shivering but he’s not telling you. It seems like he’s forcing himself to push through having sex just so his money doesn’t go to waste. But you can’t let him. The man is obviously weak and sick, he will not enjoy the pleasure and his money’s worth. 

To his surprise, you cup his face and shook your head ‘no’. “We don’t have to do this today. We’ll end up being sick together on the next day, want that to happen?” he shook his head to answer your question, “I promise I won't tell the club and I will find a way for you to get what you paid for. The dinner is delicious by the way what herbs did you put here?” 

So much care for someone who kills to survive. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness. The demon is completely moved. When you were the one who initiated the small talk, Jaehyun realized how he loved sharing things that he does. Like how he likes his steak perfectly well done, he likes his alcohol old and cold, even told you that listening to Chet Baker while drinking wine is his favorite thing in the world. Talking too much about himself was never his thing when it comes to talking to his victims. Then he realized maybe you’re not one of them, that maybe for the first time he had a visitor comforting him instead of making him full. 

You were the first person who listened to him. His first friend.

Talking and sharing personal stuff with one of your clients was a big ‘no’ for you. But there’s something about Jaehyun that makes you feel that your secrets are safe with him, even though all you knew about him is his love for music and wine. As the night goes deeper, you two are still talking about random stuff and laughing loudly whenever something funny came up. It was nice. You caught yourself resting your head on his weak shoulders and loved his warmth. Hearing his soft voice near your ear is almost addicting even though he sounded weak. And seeing his smile up close and poking his dimples whenever you want to is a different kind of privilege. The night went on until you fall asleep on his shoulders, unconsciously hugging him like a teddy bear and putting your leg on top of his like you’ve known each other for so long.  

He was thinking deeply if he’s going to eat you or not. You are juicy for his taste, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed some of your hair from your face, patting and caressing your head so he knows you’re in deep sleep. Carefully, he reached for your hand and played with your fingers, smelling it and still thinking it through. He put your pointer finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting your flavor through your skin. You taste so good that his eyes turned into his demon eyes and his demon tongue is ready to taste more of you. But you smiled through the feeling of his tongue swirling around your finger and came closer to him. Unconsciously and still sleeping soundly.

He remembers how your kindness moved him, and how he felt important for the first time in his whole existence. Jaehyun shook his head and stopped attempting to eat you, wiped your fingers, and intertwined his fingers with yours instead. It’s weird how he’s so hungry but he can’t seem to kill you. 

To survive, Jaehyun went to the nearest bar and lured a hooker whom he killed in the back of his house. It was his first time killing quietly in his premisses, careful not to wake you up. Even though the human that he just ate doesn’t taste good, well, he just had to look presentable in your eyes the next morning.

When you wake up, you almost jumped out of bed because you thought you were in bed with a total stranger but turns out it was just Jaehyun. His skin is glowing under the morning sunlight, his cute snores make you smile, fucking pink lips begging to be kissed or it’s you who’s begging to be kissed… you smiled and brushed his hair away, accidentally waking the handsome man. 

“Morning” he murmured, pulling you for a hug and closing his eyes again but he was smiling. 

Even his breath smell nice, “feeling okay now?” you asked softly, not ruining the peaceful morning and nervously smiling brightly because the butterflies in your tummy won’t stop flapping their wings. 

“Yes. All thanks to you” he opened his eyes and admired your beauty. He can feel his heart thumping. “I think I owe you something” he kissed your lips passionately and pull your body above him making you put both your legs on his sides. He never left your lips as his hands roam on your sides requesting to remove your dress. With one swift move, you’re on top of the handsome man with your matching lacy underwear, bodies grinding on each other, moaning deliciously, and about to have morning sex. “I’ve seen a lot of naked girls before but none of them made me horny like you do” you giggle at what he said, if every client you had is like Jaehyun, you don’t mind staying on this wretched job forever. 

It’s not that Jaehyun is a virgin. This is just his first time having sex without killing the one he’s fucking. Watching you cum above and underneath him without going in for the kill was satisfying and almost addicting. Not to mention that your walls feel amazing around his cock. Warm and tight that he never wants to pull out from you. 

You, on the other hand, is so surprised by how Jaehyun is so great in bed like he was craving sex. Every lustful thrust he gives makes you gasp and it just takes your breath away. The way he held your leg up, fuck you deep that you’re skin to skin, makes you claw his back and grip the sheets so tightly that you hurt your hand. He never slowed down but he was not rough enough, he was making you feel good the whole fucking time that you made sounds you never thought you’re capable of. On top of that, his sweet words are making you feel things. 

After the most amazing sex you both have in your entire life, he can’t let go of you even just for a second. He’s glued to your body while you make him breakfast, “Can I see you more in my clothes?” he whispered behind your ear, hands resting on the side of your waist while he distracts you with his kisses, blowing cold air on your nape to tickle you and make you giggle. 

And when it’s time to go, he was begging you with all his might to stay. “I have to work, Jae” it’s true. And being with Jaehyun made you forget that you’re here for work, he completely changed that. If it wasn’t for your work you will give in and stay. 

“Okay, okay. I understand. Have dinner with me this weekend? I’ll cook for you again, I’ll make it up to you” to be honest, he was afraid you might not come back here.

“Mhmm. I’d love to” you left a soft kiss on his cheek and opened his door. You are the first person who steps inside his house that comes out alive and well. 

As you leave Jaehyun in his house, he was quick to call the sex club again and book you for tonight. The service was really expensive but as he talks to the person in charge of your schedule, you were worth every dime of his hard earned money from the university.

Happy about how your schedule with Jaehyun went, and happy that you met him, your friend from the front desks informed you of your new client for tonight and you screamed because of too much happiness when he used his real name to book you.

When you got home to prepare for yet another night with Jaehyun, you’ve never been so excited about meeting a client for the second time around. Thinking about how his lips travel in between the valley of your boobs the other night, that sweet handsome smile whenever he catches you looking at him, the way he makes your heart flutter during breakfast with his sweet words. This is definitely a good start to give love a chance and you’re stupid if you let something like this slip from your hands.

When the most awaited time finally came, Jaehyun was over the moon and blushing like crazy when he saw you again at his doorstep. This time, it’s not food he sees but a woman who will love him and will change his life. And if you used to smell so tasty and delicious for Jaehyun well now, you smell like love and new beginnings for him. You were the epitome of change, stepping into his house and in his whole life. 

Your second night together was a hundred times better than the first even if it’s storming like crazy outside. It’s like going on an indoor date with Jaehyun, eating a delicious dinner, and drinking good wine together. Rather than having sex the whole evening, you and Jaehyun spend the night cuddling on his huge couch. Talking about life under a cozy blanket that he owns, creating your own special warmth.

“What if you became broke because of me?” you asked and snuggled closely. 

“Hmm. Well, then I just have to work more. Get five jobs” he joked but he sounded serious. 

“My job will be a great problem if we continue this. I don’t want to hurt you-“ 

“Hey, no one is hurting anyone. I respect your line of work and I understand the reason why you’re doing it. Until then I just have to wait for you just like the other guys. I have long patience, it’s not a problem” Jaehyun says and boops your nose.

And that is the start of your new life with Jaehyun. Your life is all about him and he is all about you. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Jaehyun is still in love with the same woman who rang his doorbell and cared for him for the first time in his life. After a few months of looking for a job that does not include having sex with different men, you finally left the club and go home to Jaehyun every day. 

Peaceful and quiet mornings are now replaced by Jaehyun’s disturbing kisses while you make him coffee. Leaving each other for work during the morning has been your daily struggle. But the promise of seeing each other at the end of the day is something so hard but worth it in the end.

Slowly, you changed each other’s lives. Loving each other deeply more and more, trying new things together, and loving life even when it’s incredibly tough sometimes. It was more than just flirting with each other, going on dates, and having a lot of sex.  

Saying that he’s in love with you and showing it every day is still not enough for Jaehyun to prove you his love. He loves you so much that for the first time in his life he doesn’t want to go back to where he came from anymore. He wants to stay here with you. Live happily, marry you someday, have kids, and be with you until your dying breath. 

“Why do you want so many kids?” you asked, drawing small circles on his toned chest while his right arm is securely wrapped around you.

“Kids are great especially when we are the ones who made them. Don’t you think?” He reached for your lips and kissed you. 

“Promise me you’ll be a great dad. And you will never leave me or- or our future children alone. You’re a great man Jaehyun and my heart will break in a million pieces if you hurt me too like my dad” you were so full of emotions. You remember how your father left you and your family and it made your mother suffer. Jaehyun was quiet and he listened to you. Your feelings were so important to him so he did not dare interrupt and waited for you to finish. 

“We will be happy, I promise. Watch me love you every day and fulfill all my promises to you”

The problem is... he can't tell you the truth about himself. Jaehyun is scared to the bone that you might not accept him. The truth about him is never easy to accept and he doesn’t want to give you that burden. Having a demon eating humans to survive is something unacceptable even when love is already involved. But he has faith in you. Someday, maybe he will be brave enough to tell you. But not now. 

Dating you made his feeding a little hard because it’s basically cheating. He loves you so much that he despises being a demon and eating humans just to stay alive. Sometimes, he starves himself that he trie so hard to live on raw meat but it only lasts a few hours and it frustrates him greatly. He doesn’t want to meet other girls anymore and pretend that he’s interested in them, he wanted so bad to stop using Tinder. But he can’t. You don’t deserve a demon like him but he loves you and he’s sorry. 

Even though you don’t know anything about Jaehyun’s real being, he never hurt you like one of your exes and he’s much a greater man than all of those jerks combined. He is the only man you see your future with, growing old together, having coffee on your porch, racking your chairs, and hopefully die together. Your heart can’t take it if Jaehyun dies before you. That’s how much you love him. 

Four years ago

After a tiring day at the office, you’re so thankful that your house is quiet and peaceful, away from the noise of the city. You went straight to the bathroom, prepared the tub, and treat yourself to a nice warm bath with a glass of wine on the side. 

“Y/n, you home?” Jaehyun put his keys on the table next to the entrance and removed his coat. He just came back from burying the bones of the three girls he just ate at the back of 127 House. Tricked them into having a foursome but even before they could remove their clothes, Jaehyun killed them already and ate them all until their bones are clean and easy to bury.

“In here” you shout while you put more bubbles in the tub. Jaehyun soon appeared and leaned on the bathroom door. “I just got home from work baby, hows the university?” you invited him inside and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to strip in front of you. For a university teacher, your boyfriend sure does look so hot. 

“Nothing special. Students flirting with me, then I fail them” he giggles and joins you in the tub. Sitting behind you and pulling you against his strong chest. He plays with your wedding ring and intertwines his fingers with yours. Home is where Jaehyun is. He is the best thing about this house, coming home to him and enjoy this little world. 

It was a silent moment for the two of you but you can hear him thanking you for staying in his life. Jaehyun’s eyes screams ‘i love you’ whenever he’s quiet and smirking liking this. 

“Why are you always like that. You know you can always say it. Three words Jae, I love you. Were married already and you never said it to me-“ 

“But I always show it to you” he giggles and puts bubbles on top of your head and your cheeks, laughing because you look funny. “You will get sick of me if I start telling you those words. That’s why I show you instead. Those are powerful words Y/n, I’m saving it. Trust me, once I told you those words, you will fall in love with me. Again” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. Facing him completely to clean him up.

“Do you fall in love with me over and over again whenever I tell you, I love you?” you asked. Looking in his eyes and brushing your wet lips on his. Touching. But not kissing. You can feel your boyfriend’s heartbeat so fast as you wait for his answer. 

“Every time. Like you just walked into this house for the first time again” he smiled and flashed those cute dimples of his and kissed you down the tub until the water overflows and the candles are one by one dying because of the waters splashing.  

Two years of happily dating through ups and downs. And two years of being happily married and you still don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Jaehyun. He’s beyond perfect. Like someone made him as a character in a book and poof he became real and find his way to you. “I love you” you whisper. And even though you won’t get a response, you know that Jaehyun does love you too. 

One day, your boss made you left work early because he wanted you to go overtime the next day. So you did. You wanted to surprise your husband with his favorite take-out and spend a nice dinner with him. When you arrived in his driveway, you see his car badly parked on his huge lawn. You made your way quietly inside the house and went straight to the kitchen to put the food on the counter. 

You heard continuous thumps upstairs, not quite sure from which room. As you walked towards the stairs, you heard another thump followed by a high pitched moan and, “Jaehyun! Don’t stop!” then another thump. At first, you didn’t want to walk further closer to the room where you believe Jaehyun is fucking someone because you didn’t want to see it. But you are his wife and you have every right to call him out even though it hurts you so much knowing that Jaehyun is capable of cheating. You can’t believe it. 

As you peek at the door from his study room, you watch Jaehyun eat a girl’s pussy on his table. She looked young. Younger than you and maybe that’s why he cheated. The girl is very much overstimulated and can’t stay put so Jaehyun roughly holds her down while keeping her legs open. You watch Jaehyun hold her so harshly and wonder if your husband has always been into rough sex, “ouch!” she says loudly. 

Jaehyun stopped licking her and proceeds to kiss her neck. At this point, you don’t know why you’re still watching your husband cheat when everything is all clear. 

“FUCK!!!!!” 

Hearing the girl scream like that made you stop from shouting and calling your husband a cheater. Because, lo and behold you witnessed your husband murder her. Biting her by the neck and choking her down so her body won't slip off his table. You gasped sharply when you saw Jaehyun ripped her stomach and reach in for her intestines. Covering your mouth with both of your hands as you can’t believe what you were watching. You would rather face the problem of your husband cheating on you, but murder? Devilry? Seeing him became a creature eating a human felt like you’re watching a horror movie and made you think that you don’t know Jaehyun anymore. Or did you ever? 

As you watch him eat her and be scared for your life, you notice that Jaehyun’s face is slowly changing… “This can’t be” you murmured and fainted hitting your head first, making Jaehyun turn around with shock. Jaehyun didn’t know what to do. Usually, he eats the witness too but this time he can’t. Of course, he can’t eat you. 

 Every bit of the truth was too much for you. Even when you know that he is sincere with everything that he says to you about his true being. 

You married a demon. How can Jaehyun expect you to accept this? 

“Well, what did you want me to tell you? ‘I’m a demon and I eat humans to survive?’ I’m telling you now and you won't even look at me” Jaehyun was so frustrated already. It’s been a week since he told you the truth and to be honest he doesn’t know what you want him to do or to hear from him.  

“It hurts me to see you all scared and disgusted to me, baby. I'm not forcing you to be with me and stay- but fuck I’m still Jaehyun. My feelings for you are true and my love for you is undying. Please don’t do this to us and don’t do this to yourself. You can leave, but please think about our years together” he kissed you on your temple and noticed that your grip on the knife is so tight that your hand is already shaking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you don’t know what it's made of. Was it because you’re scared? Heartbroken? Or confused because you don’t know what to do. 

You love him but you’re scared. And that thought alone can make your knees weak and your mind go crazy. 

Since you knew about the truth, your marriage went downhill and the house became cold and unwelcoming. A once fire burning relationship is now cold as ice. You decided to leave Jaehyun even when you made a promise to him. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. 

For you, leaving was a mixture of loneliness, heartbreak, and disappointment. But for Jaehyun, he was lost, miserable, and incomplete. He wanted to starve himself and never eat humans from now on but he still wants to live for you. Hope and wait for you to come back in his life. 

After leaving Jaehyun, you took care of yourself and went to therapy. But a few days after, you found out that you’re pregnant for almost two weeks already and once again you feel cheated in life because you could have had a family of your own and be happy in life. Just how you and Jaehyun planned it to be.   

It’s Halloween tonight and Jaehyun just finished eating. He has no appetite, to be honest, and only ate a pair of arms. Then that’s it. He can’t eat the human further, still weak, and still looked like shit. He’s cleaning the mess he made on the kitchen counter, dumping a half-eaten body in a trash bag, and scrubbing blood off the floor when his doorbell rang and expected trick or treaters. He brought the bowl of candies with him, head towards the door, and opened it with a smile. But his smile was soon gone when he saw you on his doorstep, completely clueless on what to do because he wanted to hug and kiss you but he can’t. 

“I shouldn’t have left you-“ 

Glass and candies shattered on the floor and neither one of you cared. Jaehyun hugged you tightly and apologized over and over again while he showers you with kisses. Smiling so brightly but both of you have heavy tears in your eyes. 

The feeling of entering his house for the first time again after leaving him for only two weeks almost felt like the very first time. “Are you okay? You look sick” you worry for your husband and it made you feel like a shitty wife because you didn’t even consider his feelings. He was struggling too. 

“Welcome home” Jaehyun sobs and pull you inside the house. He kissed you deeply and showed you how much he misses you, lifting you, and bringing you to your shared bedroom with all the strength he has left. 

He removed your clothes and his clothes without leaving your lips which he missed kissing. You kept your eyes closed until you’re ready to open them again because you can’t help but see the demon who’s eating humans to survive. “It’s still me” Jaehyun whispers, kissing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Nothings changed, baby. I’m still the Jaehyun who paid the sex club just so I can spend time with you” he waits patiently for you to open your eyes, hoping that makeup sex will somehow fix your marriage again. You wrapped your arms around him when you feel him go in between your legs.

Slowly, you open your eyes and breathe in and out. “I’m pregnant” you whisper back, kissing him softly. He did not say anything but you know that Jaehyun is more than happy to hear the news. 

“Is that why you came back? You want us to be a family?” he smiles and you answer with a quick nod. He kisses your neck all the way to your jaw, down to the valley between your boobs, and ends up in front of your pussy. At first, he was hesitating and kept on kissing your inner thighs but you seem eager, you roll hips continuously waiting for Jaehyun to make a move. 

“Oooohh-” you moan out so deliciously, holding Jaehyun’s head in between your legs, raking his hair and tugging his locks every now and then. Before you even cum he stopped eating you out and went back to your lips. He ate you so good that you can taste yourself through his lips. He lines his cock and watches it disappear as he pushes deep inside you. You gasped and breathed heavily, gripping the sheets more when he starts drawing circles on your clit sinfully. He missed how your walls feel around him, biting his lower lip as he doubles his pace and dive in pleasure head first.  

You reached for Jaehyun’s lips when you hit your high and asked him to, “Slow down. I want to savor you” he giggled and followed your request, kissing you more as he slowly fucks you while you enjoy your high and until he catches his own. He noticed there’s tears in your eyes when he pulled out and asked you, “what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” he kept you close to his tired and weak body, covering you both with the thick duvet and enjoying this special warmth. 

“I’m sorry for distancing myself Jae, I’m sorry for leaving you” He can’t forgive himself hearing you apologize to him when it’s his fault your marriage was ruined. Jaehyun told you that he will stop eating humans until he finds an alternative. And to make things lighter, he thought of baby names until you two fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

The plan worked. 

When Jaehyun was in deep sleep, you went downstairs to get a knife. The sharpest one that can slit his throat in one go and bravely go on with your plan on killing your husband. As you placed the sharp knife on Jaehyun’s throat, it was so sharp that he is cut already and it woke him up. 

Jaehyun opened his eyes and see you holding a knife on his throat, tears falling from your eyes, and obviously hesitating if you’re going to do it. Your husband saw your struggle. The deep shit he put you through. You don’t deserve any of this. If being dead can bring you peace in his life and healing, then so be it.

“It’s okay” he calms you down and holds your wrist, gripping the knife with you. His hand feels cold already. “burn the house and don’t let anyone see you leave here so you won't be accused over anything. I love you and I'm sorry” 

It was the first time you heard those three words from Jaehyun and he was right. You remembered how much you love him like waking up in an awful curse but you’re too late. Jaehyun slit his own throat while still holding the knife with you. 

Regret hit you like a train and all you can do is cry over Jaehyun’s dead body. 

The sun is almost up and you can’t be seen leaving 127 House because there are two dead bodies in this house. You kissed Jaehyun’s corpse and removed his wedding ring from his finger. The only thing that will prove he existed in your life.  

You used the gasoline for the barbecue party scheduled before Christmas, sobbed uncontrollably as you think all the memories you had with Jaehyun. His weak smile during the night you first met him, the first time his lips touched yours, all the plans and dreams you both had, how Jaehyun is always full of life when it comes to planning on having a baby… 

But you killed him. And you’re about to burn the house and all the memories it holds like it’s just an unwanted photograph. After lighting the match, you drove away from the house as far as you can crying while you focus on the road and trying to find your way back to your old apartment. 

As the sun goes up and slowly light up the sky, the image of 127 House burning flashes in front of your eyes and it made you pull over on the side road and take your time to cry. You feel Jaehyun’s cold lips on yours as you imagine his body being eaten by fire. 

Halloween present time 

“But did the demon really died mommy?” your daughter asked. Eager to hear the answer to her question. Until now telling her the story about Jaehyun, without the gory details and sex part of course, still gives you goosebumps. “You never answer my question. You’ve been telling me this story since I was six, I’m nine years old now. Please please please, answer the question” she added. 

“Wow look who we have here” he knocked before coming in, “can I come in princess?” 

“Of course daddy. Mommy, won’t tell me the ending of the demon eating-human” your daughter whines. You and Jaehyun just laughed at her and snuggled all together in her small bed. 

“He didn’t. Now, will you please sleep?” he strokes his daughter’s soft hair, “mommy is tired already and I’m here to get her. Can I?” 

“How can you be so sure he didn’t die?” you and Jaehyun groaned together. 

“Okay. That’s it good night. No more stories. We love you, sleep well okay?” Jaehyun used his fatherly might and stopped his own daughter from bugging you both. She’s quite a handful sometimes. You and Jaehyun gave her a good night kiss and left her to sleep. 

EXPLANATION

Jaehyun got out from the fire because he’s a demon and demons are immune from fire. He is a smart demon (btw he’s a university professor) so he found the reader again and incase you missed it, the reader regrets it because he loves Jaehyun so much. 

Check the comments section for other answered questions. 

Thank you for reading! 

[xtinyslip]

lcvenderhcze​:

“OH, PLEASE. I SLEEP LIKE A BABY EVER SINCE I JOINED THE DARK SIDE. YOU SHOULD TRY IT. being rid of all responsibility and stuff feels… well, wonderful.” tony nudged him with his shoulder back, shaking his head a little bit. he had never paid lang the time of the day - perhaps because of his association with hank and because of the fact his father had never gotten along with him either, but.. well, he had to admit that lang was…. well, not as bad, as people went, ever since he had been brought back. “okay, your kid likes him. that’s great. ever thought she didn’t see him at his worst like hope did? not on her side or anything - don’t even know her - but.. let’s just say i know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that. it sticks with you. doesn’t leave you alone - even thirty years later. trust me. i’d know.” because what howard stark had done to him was still with him and always would be. in a way? he understood probably better than most people. he really did. “oh, you fucked up too? DAMN, MAN. know what that’s like. rest of the booze is on me for the rest of the night, then.” tony pondered what to do next, before sighing. looked like the idiot had grown on him, so much that he actually wanted to help. “come with me, lang. come on. put those down and follow me.” he didn’t want to see if he did or not, moving towards a room that he kept in the back of his office at stark industries. one that he only had access to. when he turned on the lights? it was very easy to see what it was - A MURDER BOARD. “good thing about everyone in town thinking you’re nothing more than a drunk? i’ve been putting the pieces of everything that’s been happening here together and.. voila.” he stepped backwards, just so the other could see. it had… well… everything. right? “to answer your question… yes, she is,” he pointed to a picture on the board. “the name’s amanda young. tough one. bad past. not a single non-criminal bone in her body. and if you’re thinking of approaching her? i wouldn’t. looks like she could rip you in two and do her nails at the same time. works at the bar owned by the odinson brothers, where.. she and van dyne were seen all night during the night richards was murdered. perfect alibi. alongside…. this guy,” he pointed to yet another picture, arms crossed over his chest. “name’s hugh drysdale. ransom. again - criminal. known for killing people for hire. a hitman, if you will. was in jail for over ten years for murdering his grandfather.. is out now.. helped the ladies with their murdering, alongside.. well, a fourth individual i’ve not been able to identify just yet. hence the little question mark. but alas… our little four misfits took the guy to the woods where no one would hear him scream, had their way with him all night long and… chopped him into tiny little pieces once they were done. bad guy or not? you can see how that sucks. anyways, if you tell anyone i know this.. you’re a dead man. and not just dead at the hands of your ex and her new girlfriend and their sidekicks, but.. dead at my hands. got it? i’m showing you this so you don’t play hero and get yourself killed.” he shrugged a little bit. “look, man. i don’t know anything specific, but.. you said it yourself. he’s number one in her shit list. look me in the eye and tell me that you think that after seeing all this… she wouldn’t get rid of him just like that?”

@xtinyslip

“the dark side? it sounds great... very dark... uh stuff but i’m good where i am thanks.” scott did smile slightly at that though because he didn’t really like to think that tony had gone that far. that he was officially on the dark side. there was no excusing how screw up. no. but people came back from this kind of stuff, right? for the sake of his friend -- he hoped so. “why does everything have to come down to taking sides?” it was frustrating because he hadn’t fallen out with hank and now... he’d gone and fallen out with hope over the fact he didn’t want to be against either of them. what the hell even was this? it was making his head hurt. “this isn’t about either of them and the history they have. i’ll do my best to respect whatever they have going on but this is it about my kid. i told her her whole life how we don’t give up on family. i pick a side? that’s what i’m doing.” that’s how he saw it. this was complicated enough but with how cassie loved hank? he couldn’t just banish him out of his life. what kind of message was that sending her? he couldn’t do it. “yeah, i fucked up.” big time. “guess i should fuck up more often then?” lame attempt at a joke he didn’t even find funny because this sucked. it worse than sucked. it was breaking his heart to think that hope didn’t think he wanted to be with her, that he didn’t want to be by her side because he did. of course, he did. “uh... this is...” what was even the word? “... terrifying but i admit impressive.” he didn’t want to look at it but a part of him couldn’t look away, taking note of all the details. “tony... man, i’ve not always liked you but you were always a genius.” it was true and considering how important tony was to him now, he felt he could admit it. “hope’s with a --” he just nodded a moment. it was always going to be a blow to know she’d been dating someone whilst he was... gone but a woman? how had that never come up in conversation before? “approach her? i even thought of doing that? hope would get to me before that woman could...” oh, he saw the anger, he saw expressions from her that he had never seen in her before. scott brought his hands over his mouth as tony explained what had happened, nodding his head to show he was listening as he kept his eyes on the board. “tony... even if i wanted to... play hero and do something. what could i do? hope might be... slightly unhinged right now but i don’t want her to be in prison. anything i do? it could lead to that.” it was his roundabout way of telling tony that he was good. that he wasn’t going to do anything. “i’m not taking sides. i’m not taking sides. i’m not taking sides.” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his hand down his face. “but i can’t. i can’t let that happen.” @lcvenderhcze

[reddeadreference]

Blog Progress Update (Travel Blog Style #19)

Drafts 75 - Queue 21

I’m very slowly filling the queue. I’m almost done with Scarlett Meadows locations.

This update has a lot of photos which is why it’s got a “read more” cause it got long.

On our quest for Orchids Arthur runs into a kid missing a dog in Strawberry… now I remember a kid missing a dog in Emerald Ranch… and I remember bad things happening… this better not be the same thing. Weird how this kid lives at the same house Skinny lived in… YAY HAPPY ENDING!

Looking for orchids again and OMFG I’ve never just randomly seen nite folk in the woods without it being an ambush. Two guys were walking away from a dead body on the edge of the water (that had predator bait on it, wtf). One had a torch the other a bow.

On the last exotic quest and I’m headin back to camp cause the sparrow and dragon flowers are up there. Not once this playthrough has someone come for Arthur when he spends WEEKS away from camp (nor has anyone broken me out of jail… all the stuff he does for this gang and nothing.… come on guys..).

Pearson… you’re telling me 99 bird meat wasn’t enough?

HA! Micah was about to talk to me, Arthur coughed a bit as he walked over BUT I got to the shave station and Micah walked away!

(WHY IS ABIGAIL SO DANG PRETTY T_T)

So I’m leaving camp, sayin good morning to Charles as I go… and I see the red of an enemy on my mini map… and my controller starts flashing red and white… go to the map and there’s two fucking bounty hunters to the right of camp, I’m going to the left… ISTG if it says I led enemies to camp I’m gonna scream. They’re heading in my direction… they’re gonna go THROUGH camp… FUUU-

(I realized way too late I should have gotten more photos of Arthur picking flowers...)

Ran into the Feral Man for the third time so I followed him back, didn’t know you could “greet” the wolves (Arthur just says “looks like I’m intruding” in a nervous tone and immediately they attack). Got the photos of the journal and went to reloaded a previous save because I felt bad…  but i somehow didn’t save even though I remember saving… and I’m not spending another hour looking for flowers X.x Sorry Wolf man..

Last flowers to get are back in the bayou. It’s night. I don’t have my headphones on. I’m asking for death.

Case in point a gator watching me admire a flower...

White dot behind me, turn and 4 fucking nite folk running at me with various blades. JFC, always have your headphones on OR don’t fucking go into the bayou at night!

I FORGOT THE PEARLS ON THE GUN WERE FROM TAHITI! XD

“Have you been?”

“Nearly…”

Omg Arthur’s lil “whoa..” at the hat was so cute! He actually likes it!

Now for a wash, a nap, a shave and a new outfit for the hat.

Voila~ (I couldn’t pick a shirt.. also I’m sorry this is chapter 6 Arthur so he looks so tired... T-T)

Okay now I’m working on getting more Lemoyne stuff into the queue. Went by Hill Haven Ranch to retake photos of Face Rock.. and apparently ... the house has an inside… I can take pictures… I need to come back at night because the man may or may not have recognized Arthur from that night with Uncle…

Camped out til night....

On my way there I got distracted by the stars… I wish real life had stars like this… damn light pollution… (I REALLY love how this photo looks =D)

FORGOT ABOUT THE DOG

… okay… I saved… I’m gonna have to do some things Arthur wouldn’t agree with.. HOGTIE FASTER!

So I’m in the house.. Wondering why out of the three ranchers none of them looked like the guy from earlier… then I’m in camera mode and find him…oddly enough he’s not marked as an enemy… he’s an X… dude you’re just hogtied, chill..

Ooooo~ The past 10 minutes were all a dream~ ooooo~

Also look at this bird I found on Deer Cottage when I was over there ^_^

(Western filter)

Also also (last one I swear) I really like this crane(?) photo I took

(it was kinda far away so I had to zoom via lens)

[purpleyin]

Not gotten much writing done since last time I did a Sunday Snippet but I thought posting something from my WIPs might help my motivation since my WIPs have at least been on my mind lately with my trying to finish more stuff this year. I'm trying to finish Chapter 3 but I'm still stuck. 😭

A couple of bits from my main Savisnow WIP, of Caitlin & Savitar interacting with her in her role as his doctor (if he'd just let her) and then of Cisco and him butting heads in the following chapter re how to fix his paradox issues (they really don't get on in this, at least at first - warning for threat of violence too).

One Way Or Another Chapter 4

"If I'm going to be your doctor, if you're going to be my patient-" again she doesn't voice, "-then I need to know what I'm working with. What your body has been through that Barry's hasn't, what you're capable of."

Instead of the serious answer she was hoping for, Savitar bites back instantly with the weirdly self-deprecating, and somehow simultaneously bragging, snark of "I think you've all got a good idea of what I'm capable of."

One Way Or Another Chapter 5

"Do you want to be erased from existence? If you don't have your powers it might not recognize you as part of the timeloop. Ala not part of the problem, not a paradox, and voila, you're not dead as a flaky glittery dodo. You're welcome."

Savitar responds by getting up close, right in Cisco's face, arms still crossed like he's using that to keep himself in check and from doing anything worse than his words. "I would sooner shove a hand through your chest. Comprende?"

[serpenteve]

king of scars rant 💅🏽

cw: spoilers for king of scars

Honestly, I hated this book.

The Lore

I definitely hated how this book pretty much retconned the original trilogy and made it all but pointless. So Alina had to lose her powers because there are comic limits to Grisha power but Zoya can turn into a fucking dragon and become the avatar now?

The Shadow Fold had to be destroyed because it made Ravka weak but now it's open season on Ravka without the Fold holding their enemies back and every other week, there's some new assassination attempt from Shu Han or an open declaration of war from Fjerda or blackmailing debt-collectors from Kerch? How is Ravka still functioning, honestly?

Nikolai

I'm sorry, Nikolai, but this book actually made me low-key hate you. Like, the narrative wants so badly to prove me to me that he isn't like other imperialist monarchs! He....remembers people's names and fights alongside them!!!

Another character in this book (Isaak) spends the majority of his narrative idolizing Nikolai and trying to be like him and talking about how amazing he was to his family and then when he dies........Nikolai barely even gives a fuck? I got the sense this friendship was entirely one-sided.

Also, why is this marketed as a Nikolai duology and named after him when he's barely the main character and has to share the narration with 3 other characters---one of which is literally occupying the same locations as him? 🤨

Zoya

Oof, where to even begin with this one.

Listen, I would have been 100% on board with this book being entirely focused on Zoya. She's the real protagonist in my opinion so the fact that had to share the narrative with 3 other people (including one person who doesn't even influence the main plot and another who gets discarded by the end) was really bringing down the potential of her story.

Because there wasn't enough room for her character development, everything about her arc is completely rushed. Like, she can fire-bend and bee-bend in the span of 3 hours? WELL OKAY THEN. Oh, she can just turn into a fucking dragon now because she opened some random ass door in her mind? WELL OKAY THEN.

I hate hate hate it when female characters get accused of being Mary Sues but there's something to be said when we're jumping heads and everyone is just like "Wow, Zoya is so pretty, Zoya is so badass, Zoya is so cool" while not really having any real consequences for her flaw. Like, we all know Zoya can be bitchy and mean (and we love that about her 😌) but....she pretty much gets away it with and doesn't face any backlash for it. Add this to the fact that she becomes the Grisha avatar with very little training on her part and voila. The entire world of the Grishaverse bends its rules and reality around her in typical Sue fashion.

Nina

Girl, what was even the point of your story? I kept waiting and waiting and waiting, stupidly assuming that her story would somehow merge with the main one but it never came.

We learn that things are still shit for Grisha. The Shu are kidnapping them and making them into crazy supersoldiers and Fjerda are getting them addicted to some parem variant to create their own Grisha slave army from birth?

Why on earth would being a Grisha at the Little Palace be a choice in this world? It's either you become a soldier in the Second Army or....you get a fate worse than death. Wouldn't the atrocities committed against Grisha radicalize most Grisha anyway? Like, sign me the fuck up, I want to kick some ass against people trying to literally experiment on me???

Nina's necromancer powers were pretty badass though, not gonna lie 🙌🏽

Isaak

Isaak was honestly the best part of this whole dumpster book and then he gets killed for no reason. And Nikolai doesn't even give a fuck?

Why introduce this new character if we're just going to use and discard him? I kept wondering why we were getting palace updates from a new character instead of just using Genya or Tamar's perspective.

Also, the whole thing with princess Ehri was a bit racist to me? Like we have a Chinese-coded character being a deceptive backstabber (or front-stabber in this case lol) and nearly dies while giving off some serious dragon lady vibes. I get the sense she did die in the original draft and some editor was probably like "Hmm, well maybe we shouldn't have another dead POC" so she survives. At least she didn't speak in broken English like Botkin 🤷🏽‍♀️

The (Anti) Climax

This was easily the most anti-climactic ending to a Grishaverse book I've read. It's a shame because it has all the elements that could have made it badass? Like we've got saints with god-like powers but Zoya easily defeats Elizaveta by suddenly unlocking fire-bending, bee-bending, and transforming into a fucking dragon. I just can't take it seriously.

Elizaveta herself was too easily distracted as a villain. What the hell even happens to the saints when they die in this place? Do all their miracles that affect the rest of the world just disappear? Who knows. The book ends with Fjerda declaring war and a failed assassination attempt by a Shu Han princess.

Yuri & the Darkling

And finally this brings me whatever mess is going on with Yuri and the Darkling. I get the sense Leigh was super pissed with Darkling stans and created this weird strawman with Yuri's character. Honestly, I thought he was kinda funny because I'm sure even without real-world fans simping for the Darkling, there would certainly be people in the Grishaverse who would gravitate towards the Darkling and see him as a savior of sorts, especially with the world's Grisha being arguably worse after his death and the destruction of the Fold.

What bothered me was the bizarre preachiness of the other characters. Like Yuri literally only exists so that Zoya and Nikolai can take turns being like "Actually, Yuri aka Darklina stan placeholder, the Darkling was the VILLAIN of the series and you were just too stupid to see it, etc"

...Like, girl, we know he's the villain 🤦🏽‍♀️ If we're going to create a character just to preach to Darkling stans, then why does the entire plot revolve around trying to bring him back into the story? It's like Leigh has a weird love-hate relationship with the Darkling. She hates him and she hates his fan club but she still needs him because otherwise there's no magical plot conflict.

Fridge Logic

If there is no limit to Grisha power and you can just take however much you want from the heart at the making of the world, why the hell did Alina get punished for the amplifier nonsense in the original trilogy?

If the saint's powers are limited to the edges of the Fold, how are they able to manipulate stuff outside of it?

Juris claims when you properly possess an amplifier, you become a living amplifier in return. So is how the Darkling and Baghra became living amplifiers? Or is that just still some unexplained merzost nonsense from Illya Morozova?

What the hell even considered merzost now with all this retcon?

If the Darkling can possess Yuri and magically transform his features to be his own, then why did he need his own body?

And if he can change people's features by possessing them, why did Nikolai get to keep his?

Why did the obisbaya ritual fail in the first place?

Prose

The only positive is that the prose is like a million times better than the original trilogy, but considering how terrible the original is, I suppose that's not really saying much.