#warning: novella

[whorefordean]

so like… my novella is live for preorder now 🫣

tropes/triggers/kinks (in no particular order) include: mask kink, stalker mmc, child abuse (mentioned/off screen), murder, sex by a dead body, slightly unhinged mmc and fmc, dubcon, knife kink, second chance, mentions of a suicide attempt (off screen)

BLURB

Six years ago, I watched my boyfriend bleed out in the middle of the street. I've spent every day since trying to convince myself that he never even existed. That he was just my coping mechanism.

But blades are sharp.

And this one won't settle until I'm begging for mercy. Until he's torn me apart completely.

preorder link under the cut if you’re interested 🫣

[essektheylyss]

Day 4 of summer short stories! Admittedly, I almost forgot to read something today today, which doesn't bode well, but alas.

[dyrewrites]

In Fog -- End

It feels a bit quick, does it not, my love, to end my tale there?

Would you have enjoyed more tales of our slaughter? All the lives we cut down with swift blade and bubbling glee?

If so, well, perhaps you are the one in need of confession, hmm?

But the tale is not over, not quite, though to be honest, I did skip some bits here and there. I told you it had been hundreds of days, years since I last saw you. And it has. The conversation I relayed happened after a train, that part is true, but not that one.

We were gone over a year, there were many trains left emptied of life in our wake after that first delicious slaughter. Many small towns as well, nothing too populated that might attract more terrifying weapons aimed at us—military was a concern.

But that train, that first true slaughter I took part in was also the first—and only, for clarity’s sake—time I spilled the blood of children, and those nightmares raked far deeper than any others. They chased me everywhere we went, would not relent no matter how soothing the voice in my ear. It even tried the fog once or twice, but nothing would calm me.

Our conversation concerning my plans to remedy it occurred after our last train, and we spilled no blood on that ride—we did not always leave a mess where we went.

I have confessed many of my worst sins so that you would understand how deeply I have sunk, how blackened my soul. I did not lie about my shame, not once, I was, and am terribly shamed by all I have done. All I have become.

And that is the problem.

You see, I cannot go on like this and I knew my answer had to be here.

This place was never my home, but it was where you were and so it was close enough. For so long it was close enough. Until that evening, my love, in this very playground, lying as I am on this metal platform—rusted as it is, creaking, broken. When we had our last tender, intimate moment together...before you planned to leave and take my home with you.

But you did not leave, did you, my love? Not even when it took your skin, turned it into something new, something hideous and beautiful. It batted you away and you writhed and you sunk but you did not die.

I knew you had not, somehow I knew. So I came. I had to, of course.

For whose morality is this really that racks me so? Not mine, my love, but your influence all those years we spent hiding who we were from all around us. We endured their hate, their pain, while you begged me not to hurt them back...oh how you begged. Did you know even then, that if I started I would never stop? When you tasked me with the deaths of those injured birds, you were so careful to soothe me after, to calm me.

And it worked; you eased me away from that death, that pain.

I so hoped to find you here, and I am so glad I did.

You were my moral compass, my love, you always have been. You are the source of all this terrible shame, the last nagging tether to my soul, to who I was...

Now, mind you, I am not certain this will work, but from how it shied from my shadows and how its fog...well, it should. Oh, I am sorry, my love. Truly I am. I know what you must have expected upon seeing me, and those gentle tendrils on my face now tell me you still do...

But I have not come to save you, nor for you to save me.

I am content in my skin for the first time in my life, my love, with someone who genuinely adores me. I would trade its love for nothing.

But I would, in fact, trade everything to keep it.

It told me, once, that being fog was not painful just...lonely. So, I can promise you, my love, that you will never be lonely again.

Oh, no, no jittering now. Those shadows will not hurt you.

I guarantee no pain; a warm embrace, my love, a hug as sweet as my arms once offered. And then…then you will feel nothing, see nothing, be nothing. My nothing, where you will bask in the exquisite agonies of all I devour, with me.

Always.

[shouldprobablybereading]

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[blood-water-serial]

NEW CHAPTER

Chapters 1 & 2 of Blood in the Water are now live to read.

Read the New Chapter Here

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What is Blood in the Water?

[libertys-lovers]

Hello, hello! :D *gently places [Cool off 🍹], [Shaved ice 🍧] and [Fishies 🐠] on the counter*

I'm placing an order for Sparkling and Roguefort cookie, though the other cookies are MORE than welcome to join♡

OOOHOOHOOOOO!!! Look at YOU being willing to buy drinks for the entire bar! I think I’ll just let Sparkles and Rogue join me for this round, though. Things might get a tad bit chaotic if the whole tray joined us at once; perhaps I’ll make a part 2 to this and let the others answer!

🍹Cool Off🍹 ~ When was the last time we’ve made each other laugh hard enough to make the other cry?:

🍇: Let’s see… I don’t really cry at the hardest I laugh, but I still tear up? That’s what they mean anyway, right? Well, I do remember when Twinkletoes and I were having our usual “compliment each other until we see who quits first” competitions. Of course, I laugh when I’m flustered, and you (Sparkles) ended up making me flustered enough to laugh myself to tears- As for Rogue… OOH!! I remember this one time during a huge party, Roguefort made themselves known with one of their cards, and of course Almond was at the party because he knew Rogue would show. Well, Almond ended up cornering Rogue, and I saw the entire thing because I followed Almond to the room. He said that there was nowhere for Rogue to go, BUT there was a window right behind them. So ROGUE, they just smirked at Almond and let themselves fALL OUT THE WINDOW. They were okay, of course, but the sheer AUDACITY to do that nearly kil-… crumbled me! I had to leave the room and laugh my head off-

🧀: Hmm, I don’t believe I’ve ever laughed hard enough to cry; I merely wasn’t baked that way. That’s not to say these two never make me laugh, however; the truth is that they make me laugh quite often! Faux Berry Cookie always makes me laugh with how expressive she is, and Sparkling Cookie can get me to laugh with a story from his job. I suppose the banter we all have together makes me laugh as well, at least a giggle. It’s why I fell in love with them, after all~

🍾: What’ve they done that’s made me cry laughing, huh? Well, I remember a time when Faux Berry Cookie was hanging out with me after closing. I decided to have some juice, seeing as no customers were going to be coming in. Anyways, Faux Berry Cookie was explaining some of her story ideas to me, but she explained them in such a weird and… I guess “out of context” way? It might’ve been the juice getting to my head, but I laughed a bit too hard at that. And then she started laughing, and then I started laughing more, and I’m sure you can imagine how that night went. With Roguefort Cookie, I remember a night when we were hanging out together. I asked them about their disguises, and since we were good enough friends at the time, they decided to show me some of them. Now, of course, most of their disguises were of cookies we knew, and they decided to start imitating the cookies. I’m pretty sure they even imitated Faux Berry Cookie at one point. The whole night was spent poking some innocent fun at everyone; it was real fun!

🍇: ?!?!?!? Now what on Earthbread we’re y’all saying about me? 🤨

🍧Shaved Ice🍧 ~ What’s something we do that the other finds oddly attractive?:

🍇: Whoo! Alright! Well, Twinkletoes, I love it when ya stumble over your words a bit! It’s just so darn cute; it adds even more charm to ya! And Rogue… I just like it when you commit crimes. You’re always really pretty when you do, though, you’re pretty all the time. Keep up the good work 😉👍

🍾: Ah- Faux Berry Cookie! Shouldn’t we be… you know… not supporting their crimes?

🧀: My my~ Those are quite the words from someone that’s helped me escape before, aren’t they~? Let’s see though… Well, Sparkling Cookie, I certainly love seeing you a bit disheveled sometimes; it just lets me tidy you up a bit~ And Faux Berry Cookie… I must admit, you are quite cute when you’re annoyed. Only when you’re light-heartedly annoyed though; I’d never wish genuine ill-intent towards you, dear. So, Sparkling Cookie, what quirks of ours are on your mind~

🍾: Ah, well… let’s see here… Well, I really like Faux Berry Cookie’s laughs. You know, those loud, unapologetic ones. It’s like you can feel the joy from them; as contagious as they are, they also make me feel relaxed. You know, it’s like a sign that I don’t have to be so formal at that time. As for you, Roguefort Cookie… I guess I like hearing you mutter things under your breath. You know, like when you’re inconvenienced by a situation and start talking to yourself a bit. It’s honestly pretty funny when you do it… and maybe a bit cute-

🐠Le Fish🐠 ~ What’s something we’ve done for each other that nobody else ever has?:

🍇: Mmmmm, well~ Rogue’s practically thrown me into this noir-drama lifestyle that, honestly, is a lot of fun!… even if it DOES get me real close to having beef with my friend’s boyfriend (shout-out to Almond Cookie). But no, for real, having our lil staged chase-downs is always so fun… sure doesn’t help that they’re flirting with me through banter half the time during it 👉👈. And Sparkles… well, he single-handedly crafted a public environment that I actively look to for comfort. I’m usually so intimidated by new places, but stepping in Sparkling’s bar for the first time just felt like home. And it wasn’t just because of the aesthetic… it was also because of how sweet and caring and cute and silly he is!!

🧀: Hmm, well Sparkling Cookie certainly provides drinks that nobody else can… but that’s such an easy answer; it certainly isn’t fun, now is it~? No, Sparkling Cookie, you’ve provided me with a glimpse at my former self. Well off and surrounded by good company, reminds me of my family before…. mmm, never mind. Anyways, I don’t mean this in a sense that I’m only using you to relive that life. I mean it in the sense that I enjoy seeing you live that life; your love for life and those around you is quite contagious, after all. I hope that made any sort of sense, though perhaps it made no sense at all~ As for you, Faux Berry Cookie, you’ve given me a sense of security. It’s not everyday that a cookie willingly lets me hide in their home, after all. But I suppose you were one of the first ones I felt I could trust… with everything. Ever since the day we met, I knew you were a genuine personality. I have yet to see that falter with you.

🍾: Well, Faux Berry Cookie’s given me this newfound purpose of sorts... but maybe that sounds a bit dramatic. See, Faux Berry Cookie’s always praising me and my work, and she always gives these new perspectives on how valuable my work is. It’s… certainly a confidence booster, haha! And Roguefort Cookie has always made me feel so spoiled. It sometimes feels like I’m out-classed by them, but I honestly enjoy that! It’s almost like all the energy I put out into the world is given back to me, by them!

Yours Truly, Sparkling Cookie | 🍇Your Host, Liberty Faux Berry Cookie! | Phantom Bleu~

[roomba-mangga]

update on fics: had to revise the plot of one of them from the ground up since the tone was getting further and further divorced from the intended genre (basically went 1st idea -> 2nd idea -> no actually 1st idea was better, do that again). feeling pretty tired as a result. also there are four of them now—the most recent is a lighter piece i'd been working on to cool down in between the other ones—and atm i am only actively working on that one. will take a break for a day or two.

[danielleurbansblog]

Review: Heart and Soul

Synopsis: #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents Heart and Soul, two classic novels of passion and suspense in one volume.From This DayTo hotel manager B. J. Clark, the Lakeside Inn is more than just a historic New England landmark, it’s a place both staff and guests call home. So when wealthy hotelier Taylor Reynolds decides to add it to his global hospitality empire with…

[lucovon]

Pinestar was so scared of his infant son he abandoned his family and job to get away from him

[jennahbreakers]

I wrote a adaptation/sequel of Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Black Cat'. PDF and epub is available on my patreon page for All-Access and VIP patrons. VIP patrons also get original art by my friend, shemakesuniquetreats, or UniqueT on twitter.

[dyrewrites]

In Fog -- 16

I thought it was fawning before, my love, but on the morning of our ‘market adventure’ as it referred to it, I woke to breakfast and a hot shower.

It was giddy as well, buzzing about, aiding me even in dressing—which it did slower than all other tasks, teasing with every touch.

“Enjoyed the evening that much, did you?” I asked, smiling as so many of my own worries had been left between those sheets.

My questions were met with chuckling before answers, “Yes, darling, you were delicious as always,” smiling still, it swallowed and its voice came with the echo I so rarely heard then, “But also...there was a celebration last night, at that hole in the wall next door.”

The wide smile, the slight sway, color in otherwise pallid cheeks, “I have seen you guzzle full bottles of wine without so much as a hiccough, how are you drunk?”

“I did not drink the wine,” It winked and swallowed before speaking again, “and you can rest that worrisome soul of yours, there were no casualties. But you are stuck with an inebriated monster this morning.”

I had not called it that, my love, to my recollection not once had I used that word aloud. But I thought it, considered it, referred to it as one.

Its smile was insufferable, changed as it was by the warm color in its skin.

Still, I tried to assure it, “You are not a,”

“Darling, no,” It patted my chest, kissed my cheek and went for its shoes, focusing on its laces, “The market waits and I am eager for clothes with...color, and style?” Gesturing to its outfit, one of yours my love, it scoffed at me, “What is this?”

What it was; a white cotton dress shirt, gray tweed vest, matching trousers and a pair of worn—and oft repaired—black suspenders. It was comfortable, unassuming and, if our peers were anything to go by, masculine enough to blend.

What I answered was, “Armor.”

It cocked its head at me, not confused or curious but testing as it asked, “And did it protect you?”

What had I done to offend it, you might ask, my love, well considering the doting behavior moments before...I could not answer.

“You know it did not,” My voice came out colder than intended.

And it enjoyed it, smiling and slipping my jacket on me, “Darling, do you still see them in your dreams; their faces, their blood?” I did. It knew I did, there was no reason to ask but cruelty. “What of their screams,” it was building to something.

If I had known what, or what it would eventually lead to...would I have run?

“You know I do, all of that you know,” I was at the door, dressed and ready, as it had buzzed and rushed but then it stalled for whatever that was, some game I thought, or turn of its mood, as had happened more and more then, “Why bring it up now?”

“Because, darling,” it met me at the door, pulled me close and kissed my forehead, “I want you to remember how the screams of those miscreants you call peers felt, and the father in the cottage, how his did. Remember them for me while we are out today, would you? Them and what came after, how you felt. It is vital that you remember.”

Sober, I thought, from the intensity of its little speech, but it tripped on the way out of the cabin and fell to giggles when I caught it.

“I try to forget those things,” I told it, whispering for the eyes suddenly around us.

“Well, darling, that is unfortunate because I need you to remember them,” uneasy still, it leaned on me as its voice came firm and clear, “I adore you, and you will not survive a life with me if you do not feed.”

I had no chance to ask what it meant as it slipped too easily from my hands and sauntered off, drunken wobble vanished from its steps.

“Love, come back!” I shouted, chasing, shouting again and again, and fielding the stares, murmurs and bodies of the morning crowds.

But it moved too quickly. Avoiding me, purposefully avoiding me, forcing me to chase knowing I could not keep up. And I had the chill suspicion I was being tested, that our relaxing ‘market adventure’ was less about new clothes and supplies and more about preparing me for...something. I had no idea what and, given what became of it, I would not have wanted to.

Its self-consciousness had been sincere, my love, in case that has been called into question by my telling. It was afraid of losing me, terrified in fact, so much so that it had slipped out while I slept to gorge itself on drunks. And yet it spoke true of the feeding, no lives were lost; the paper told nothing of bodies or missing persons. Whether it spared the lives for our safety or my comfort, I would never ask. But its vanishing, too, was to soothe its fears. It had something to show me, to teach me. What it was and what it meant by feed I knew as well then as you do now, my love.

But I did my best with what I had. I chased, weaving through people and hunting around buildings, with no clue which direction it went in. I knew where the market was, and the shop it showed the most interest in, but not where it went. Then I turned a corner into an alley and stopped caring.

The alley was bathed in shadows, no, teeming my love, that alley was teeming with shadows. And I knew nothing was there, though my eyes could see only black, I knew it was empty...safe. Safe and calling me. Whispering without voice it urged me forward and stepping into all that dark was as stepping into a warm embrace. It welcomed me, comforted me, energized me. Oh, my love, there are not words for the tantalizing touch of those shadows. I belonged there, in there, so quiet, so warm, so perfect...

“Do you remember now, darling?” it was behind me, just behind me, I could see it without turning—through the shadows.

“What is this, why?” I asked, swaying with the heady hold of all that dark.

It smiled, “Your gift, stronger if you feed it. I do not know its extent, only that you have it. And that it eats pain and that, like mine, it is stronger,”

“When fed death,” I saw the test then, or lesson perhaps? It was smiling again but I would not address it. Warm as they were, I did not know if I could kill for that comfort, or any power it would bring me.

But would I kill for it, to remain by its side, to love it, to keep it?

Yes, and more, so much more. And it knew.

“I needed you to see, darling, to remember what you touched that you might desire it again. Yet I do not want to rush you. I am trying, more than you can know, to accommodate this hesitation of yours,” it meant my soul. Waiting as it did outside the shadows, pointedly not entering them, it wrapped my arm in its when I joined it, “But I do want to visit the market.”

[signourneybooks]

The Iron Children | ARC Review

Thank you to Netgalley and Rebellion Publishing for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: The Iron Children by Rebecca FraimowRelease Date: April 12th 2023Tags: Science Fiction | Hybrids | Foot Soldiers | Novella | Comrades in ArmsTrigger/Content Warnings: Violence | Death Asher has been training her entire life to become a…

[0x1lovebot]

sugar, spice and everything (not so) nice

— lee minho x fem! reader social media au —

❀ synopsis — when y/n entered culinary school she knew it wasn’t going to be easy. perfecting recipes, being on her feet for hours in a hot bustling kitchen with other students, it was already a lot to deal with. the last thing she needed was to be partnered with someone who would make her life a lot more difficult. enter lee minho, the most difficult person she had ever worked with (and the most attractive).

featuring — the members of skz + aespa’s karina

genres — social media au, culinary school au, classmates to lovers, fluff, crack

warnings — cursing, heavy food mention, unserious/inappropriate jokes, more as the story progresses.

disclaimer — these are not accurate representations of idols!! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! plz remember that!!

started — august 1, 2024

PROFILES — cooking mamas😚✌️ hell’s kitchen🔥

ONE — 2 big booty bitches🤩

TWO — bro is so majestical

THREE — oh! okay! (+ 0.4k words.)

FOUR — still hoping for a wedding😁

FIVE — bread croissants same thing🙄

SIX — …maybe this will go well

SEVEN — well what if ur just pregnant

EIGHT — chan u beautiful genius‼️

NINE — is 3 too many???

TEN —

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FOURTEEN —

FIFTEEN —

more coming soon!

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[emrynbird]

She yearned for freedom and solace from her familial home. He wished for companionship after a life of isolation. After a chance encounter at a masquerade ball, a deal is struck between the two to provide what the other desires. But as the horror behind unspoken truths becomes known, this marriage of convenience takes a dark and emotional turn that thrills her...and frightens him...

In the Jaws of an Oak is an illustrated erotic monster romance that is one part Regency fairytale and one part "Bloodborne-esque" horror, following an aromantic woman who is a survivor of abuse and a noble, cursed beast. For fans of Beauty and the Beast retellings where the beast only becomes more monstrous instead of turning human.  

This novella is 34k words with 18 illustrations, includes aromantic, pan, and sapphic representation, and will available August 14th, 2024 on Amazon and itch.io in epub, PDF, and paperback formats.

For full content warnings, see below...

This story explores themes of abuse and grief through the framing of the FMC’s newly found kinks surrounding fear and the MMC testing the limits of his most monstrous qualities. While not seen on page, it is heavily implied the FMC is a survivor of sexual violence and incest. Birth control via herbal remedies is taken on page and there is a brief mention of pregnancy and childbirth. While a majority of this work is queernormative, there is a brief instance of homophobia (past). 

There is one violent death that is described on page that involves dismemberment and being eaten, while all others are briefly mentioned along with attempted filicide.

The FMC and MMC have a significant size difference, that is made even greater via the MMC transforming, and engage in sexual acts akin to BDSM, which include: teeth play, biting, choking, pinning/restraining, deep penetration, knotting, anal, fellatio, tongue fucking (oral, vaginal), and vore-adjacent death ideation.

[rjalker]

apparently a bunch more people are coming to the Flatland fandom / tags because of gravity falls so PSA:

Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, is public domain. It belongs to everyone. You do not need to buy a physical copy to read it. It has no copyright. It belongs to everyone.

It is free to read online. There are free audiobooks.

Here's another masterpost

Here's a link to it on Project Gutenberg where you can read and download it in many formats:

Here's an amazing free audiobook on the internet archive:

Here's where you can read the 2024 translation into modern English on the internet archive:

there are some typos that I need to fix but. I have covid I'm not doing that right now.

You can also read this translation here on tumblr at @flatland-a-2024-translation

There's an audiobook version on youtube as well now.

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Here’s an animation from 1965

Here’s a stop motion film from 1982 in Italian with English subtitles

Here’s an animation from 2006

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I do not recommend watching the free 2007 Flatland film which you can find on youtube until you've read or listened to the book unless you want to be really confused. The movie is an absurdist comedy. The book is a political satire. The movie is better appreciated after you've already read/listened to the book.

It also has a lot of flashing lights and motion-sickness inducing spinning. The timestamps for those can be found here. Please be careful if you have photosensitivity.

do not spend money on Flatland until you already know you like it. you do not need to spend money at all. It's public domain. it belongs to all of us.

Very important edit: The creator of the 2007 film that's free on youtube, Ladd Ehlinger is an extremely racist and misogynistic conservative. He made a political ad so blatantly racist and sexist that youtube has literally resstricted it, so that you can't share the link outside the site. Simply google his name and you will see dozens upon dozens of articles about how bigoted he is.,

Please be aware of what kind of person made that movie when you watch it. His bigotry is baked into the movie, and is why he refused to actually do anything with the original political commentary from the book.

You are not a bad person if you already watched the movie and enjoyed it, but you do need to be aware of what kind of person made it and how that affected the movie, and make sure others are warned.