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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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The Fall of Spider-Man

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader

🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)

Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.

“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”

“Who are you?” He asks.

You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.

Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.

“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.

“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.

You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”

He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”

He hates this so much.

“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.

“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.

You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.

You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.

“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.

He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”

Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”

If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”

He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”

He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.

“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.

“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.

“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.

Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.

You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.

He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.

Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.

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willowser · 1 year

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oh, to be a little witch of the woods 🦋✨️ with a garden of nightshade and moonflower and henbane 🌿🌺 a cluttered hut with tomes and oddly-shapen vials of glittering potions and ghastly elixirs ⚗️🕯 nestled secretly in the midst of the forest, between an ancient god-tree and a snaking river 🌙🔮

until !! a little wild boy tries to steal from your fish trap !! and has the nerve to threaten you !!

"i'm not a boy!" he warbles, all impish and stubborn. in his hands is a cherry-stained bow, small and fit for him, carved with runes that read foreign. "i'm a dragon!"

"oh, yes, of course," you muse, suppressing a wicked grin at the untamed of sight of his blonde hair as he huffs it out of his baby-face. "how could i overlook your long and scaly tail or your forked tongue?" when you hiss, his nose scrunches up, surrendering a giggle. "tell me, little drake, what exactly are you going to be killing me for?"

the confidence in his big, brown eyes falters and they dart away, down to the overgrown herb garden near your feet. silence trickles by as his shoulders rise, shy suddenly.

"is this your home? or your fish?" you're answered by the drop of his hands, bowstring going lax as he frowns at the grass; a scolded little beast. "ah ha, i didn't think so." dirt clings to his round, pink cheeks, and you lean close enough to swipe it away, turning his chin up. "though it would seem i have no choice but to offer something else in exchange for the safety of my trout."

you're bestowed a toothy smile.

without fear, the little drake stomps into your home, beastly with his manners as he begins to peer into jars and poke at your literature. dust makes him sneeze when he wanders too close to your bookshelf, and he wipes his nose on the front of his tunic.

"come, come, hatchling," you wave a still-warm loaf of bread around like a jewel, beckoning him away from the prick of your thorned roses. "i hope you'll find sweet apple jam a suitable replacement."

his blonde eyebrows shoot up, sitting on his knees at your small round table. precariously, he leans over flickering candles and fares too close to a bubbling cauldron, attention stuck to the green jar you pull from the cupboard; a clumsy little boy, in all manner of the term.

near drooling as you slather down two thick slices of oat bread, digging into them without so much as a thanks as you give him — and his forthcoming mess — all the space he should need. out of reach, you make quick work of stowing away spells that eyes as young as his should never see.

"does your mother know where you are, little drake?"

he gives a small shrug and wipes the back of one hand across his messy face, jelly sticking between his little fingers. "she's gone."

your attention is his instantly, watching from across the hut as a chill runs down your spine; so nonchalant, for such a revelation. "and where has she gone?"

"i don't know," big brown eyes drift to the crows that chatter in your window, watching them as his grip tightens on his delight. "father says she and my sister were taken by bad men."

despite his initial approach, you realize then just how kind he looks: chubby cheeks and a round face, slow-blinking lids and a wild mess of silky, ashen hair. small, for how intelligent he seems, and too trusting.

this would not be the first time you've known such heart-wrenching news, but still — yours breaks for him.

the war still rages to the north, though it hasn't touched this realm in years; regardless, greed among men poisons all, an illness that festers and spreads as spores on a summer wind. there's a very good chance a boy as young as he never even knew his missing family, and, quietly, you thank your gods for such a mercy.

you clear your throat of its itch. "and where is your father, then?"

the little drake pauses, biting at his lip as he thinks — before taking another massive chomp. "at home."

one parent, at least, that hopefully has been strong enough for the both of them, though you doubt the little boy's presence in your home is doing well on a poor father's nerves. a treasure is what you've found in the heart of these woods, one you must return.

"come then," you sink a hand into his tousled hair, which earns you a frightful little glare. "you've been away long enough."

whatever directionless path brought him to your neck of the woods is as clear as day, little feet obvious in their trample of weeds and broken branches. the little drake leads, unafraid and talking loud of all the goblins he's killed in your forest, how good he is with his bow and the tiny knife he keeps strapped to his quiver.

you don't mention the barrier you've set up, to keep the evil in its place, and instead listen to the wild flames of his imagination. it's amusing, at least, and reveals him in slow, secret ways; it's clear the measure of strength he's set is in the shape of his father, and that he thinks being able to defend oneself is the highest skill one can have. they're important things, good things, and you tell him so — but you can smell the fear bleeding through.

it paints a small picture of the man rearing him, one that must be desperate not to lose what little he has left. you think of your own grief and your stomach churns, eager to return him to safety.

"shall we take a shortcut?" at the edge of the river, you pause, calling on thick roots to curl up from under their trees and span across the the rushing water. they creak as they grow, unending, bringing about new sprouts of life as they bend to your will.

"woah!" the wild boy shouts, jumping up and down in place before darting forward. you hardly catch him by the back of his tunic, holding him in place as the bridge evens out. "how did you do that?"

"should you live to see your sixteenth year, i will show you!" you snap, frowning down at his impatience. his cheeks pink, offering small apologies as he vows to stick by your side.

still leading, though he's true to his word and dares not to run ahead any further. the only time his impatience sparks anew is when a cottage breaks your line of sight, surrounded, too, by a swath of thick trees. glee marks his face and you return it in full force, allowing him to take you by the arm as he starts to shout out for his father.

—but at the feel of eyes on the back of your neck, you freeze, hands going up in surrender as a sharp tang of fear sours in your mouth; it's been a long time since anyone has gotten the jump on you. "daddy drake, i presume?"

"huh?" the little boy turns to make a silly face at you, mouth wide open like you've just spoken a foreign language — but the looming beast steals all his attention. something digs too deep into the skin of your neck, and the boy erupts. "father!" he cries, eyes going impossiblely wider. "stop!"

at your throat, the blade hesitates but never recedes. the low voice tickles the shell of your ear, and you repress a shiver. "you've got until he closes his eyes to get the fuck outta here, or i'll skin you myself."

you hum, hiding a burst of adrenaline at the threat, and it earns you a impatient tch. "well, that's not very kind, is it, for the woman that's found your hatchling?"

before you have a chance to even consider a countermeasure, you're shoved roughly against the base of a tree, a hand fisted in the front of your robes. the man before you is — big, and you have to look up to see the expanse of his furious, unshaven face. in him somewhere, you see his son; hair bleached and untamed, a shared sharp nose, even their brows turn down to the same degree.

it would make you laugh, if a singular red eye was not tearing through your very being. if you did not know at once who stands before you.

"dragon, indeed."

"i'll fucking kill—"

"father!" the boy tries again, hurrying to beat his little fists into his father's thigh. "stop! stop!"

it takes the man back a step, though he still keeps you in close range. with an all-encompassing hand, he grabs both of the boys' and tugs him until he's hidden behind the wall of his back.

"stop! she's my friend!"

"she's a witch, boy!" the beast snarls, temper flared like wings. "and you've brought her straight here!"

"she helped me!" he shouts, digging little heels into the ground to steady himself as he tries to yank free. "and fed me! and—"

"fed you?" all at once, his hand drops and in a single swift movement, he's on his knees in front of the boy, gripping his cheeks as if to stop him from swallowing something long gone. "what did she feed you? the hell did you take from her?"

you scoff, offended, though the father continues searching his son's throat. "i do not delight in poisoning children, your grace."

both of their eyes snap to you, wide and full, and the little one murmurs "father?" quietly as the man rises to his feet. when he tries again, he's silenced with a low, guttural grunt. the curved blade in his hand gleams crimson in the light of the setting evening, reflecting nearly the same shade as the thick, crude jewels in his earlobes and peeking out from the collar of his tunic. with nearly the same intensity as his eye.

rumors have taken flight, of an exiled king that lost a war his arrogance began: bonded dragon slain in battle, an eye taken, long braid cut. family torn. the scar eating up the right sight of his body and face speak to his loss; an unending reminder of what pride made of him.

"go inside, hasaru."

bakugou katsuki: fire housed in human form.

the little boy — bakugou hasaru — is quick to take advantage of his father's surprise, darting to stand in front of you, like a small, wooden shield. you can't help but to smile at his bravery, his flickering defiance. "only if you promise not to hurt her."

"boy—"

"no, promise!"

"little drake," you let out a chime of laughter and crouch to his height, cupping his cheeks when he turns to you. "all the valor you have shown today gives me great courage, and i think—" you glance up at his father, smiling wistfully at his flared nostrils. "—i might be able to handle myself. it's not my wish to trouble you any further." the little frown you receive has your own lips turning down, and you pinch at his chin once, serious. "but should you ever encounter danger in these woods, do not hesitate to find me, hasaru."

"enough." the once-king grits, lips pulling back over his teeth. "get. inside."

you watch the little boy scurry off, shoulders slumped as he eyes his father distrustfully. as he reaches the top step, he looks back once over his shoulder, cheeks round and full with the pout he wears, and fat tears well in his eyes as he waves a final goodbye.

as soon as the door closes, you're digging your nails into the tree bark, passing back and fully through it to avoid katsuki's deadly swing. it catches in the wood, but he makes no move to free it, stepping out so that his singular gaze can burn into your cheeks.

"if y'know what's good for you, you won't come back here."

"i only mean to warn you, daddy drake," you sing, far out of reach and smiling at how bright his glare becomes. "that the next person to find your hatchling in the woods might not be so kind."

his left hand raises and you feel the sorcery before you see it, though it airs differently; heavy and yet smooth, like the calm lap of waves against a shore. innate is his fire, not something he's had to study, like you.

embers pop at his fingertips, smoke swirling. "that a threat?"

"not at all," you try to mimic him, thinking hard on the handful of kinetic spells stored in the tome of your mind. "just—he's a chatty little thing, you know? might want to watch out for that."

"i don't need advice from you, witch," he spits, "now leave us."

your attempts at softening his steel are fruitless and so you drop the smile, stepping as close to him as he'll allow before rearing his defenses. "i should hope they never find you or your boy, your grace—"

"don't ever—

"—but if they do," you continue, "know that i am not far."

he weighs your words, their honesty, searching your face as he considers; whatever kindness he finds is deemed untrustworthy, though you can't say you blame him. "why the hell would i believe you? because you want to help?" he snorts, turning his face so that the scar of his pride is on full display. "i'd have burned these fucking woods to the ground, had i the chance."

"oh, i don't doubt that," you murmur, retreating a step when he huffs. "but i lost the ones i love, too, once, and i would have ripped the world to pieces just the same, if it meant they would be returned to me."

the steel warms, giving away the true shape of his grief for only a moment before hardening again; the once-king says nothing, only grunts before turning with his own retreat.

"not far," you repeat, light, when he pauses on the steps of his house. "over the river and near the god-tree. the little drake will know the way."

his arrogant eye meets you over his shoulder, now weary, clouded, and he nods. wordless is an understanding such as this.

as soon as he reaches for the door, it swings open and hasaru is sticking out his little head before his father can finish gritting out his name. a toothy smile reaches you, and then katsuki as he turns to him, relieved that you are not kindling for their hearth. at the sight, the once-king warms again, offering a small tug of his lips before pressing a firm hand on his son's head and steering him back inside.

katsuki looks out one last time, as you let the wind take the petals of you away.

generally i find it so difficult to imagine katsuki with a beard, but quirkred's art is just. woof.

#i've been replaying god of war to gear up for the second one #and that’s where this came from #bakugou drabble #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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thehermitsoracle · 4 months

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Using Candles to Help Open Your Spiritual Path. 🔥🕯

Candle meditation or candle magick is represented by fire energy and the earthly element of fire. The light that exudes from a flame is the energy of motivation, action and movement following passion and intention. Fire element is used in practices and rituals that will help create motion in what you are trying to accomplish whether that be falling into a meditative peaceful state for meditation and relaxation, putting intentions into the universe so it could be set into play for manifestation or being the light within the dark when diving into the unknown to find answers.

Whether you are already practicing and opening your spiritual path by candle burning or whether you are new into and want to start working with candles and using them a tool to help on your path in life. Here are some different ways to work with magick to accomplish what it is you have your mind set on. These can be used for everyday situations, ritual practices or magical practices.

Meditation practice for relaxation

Helpful tools:

* Candle any type and any color will do but a white candle or a lavender color candle would help set the mood and energy.

* Candle holder to set the candle on or any flat surface you don't mind have wax drippings on.

* dried herbs ( rosemary, lemon verbena, lotus, or chamomile. ) You can use all these herbs or you can choose a single dried herb if you want.

* Oil Here you can use any type of oil to dress your candle such as grapeseed oil, olive oil, coconut oil, almond oil. You can also create a special oil by mixing the herbs with the oil and letting them set for a few hours. The longer you let it set the more potent it is. You can use this as your go to dressing when you decide to use a candle for meditation.

* Clear Quartz stone and Amethyst stone

* incense (optional) this is represented by the element of air. Air is what represents information, communication and wisdom. If you are trying to receive information or answers to something using incense can help bring you information you need.

Find a quiet space within your home or a place in nature that has light traffic. Just any place that you a capable to sit relax and light your candle without any interruptions.

Apply a bit of the oil on your fingers and lightly spread it on the candle. Sit your candle on the candle plate or a flat surface.

Lay the dried herbs around the candle on the plate and lay a small layer of herbs on the top of candle around the wick. And light the candle.

Sit in a comfortable position and place the Clear Quartz in your left hand and the Amethyst in your right hand.

As you close your eyes ask the universe to bring peace and tranquility upon you. And repeat.

Clear your mind and do not hold any thoughts that come to you. Release them as you repeat bring peace and tranquility upon you.

Breathe slowly. Repeat this for a few minutes til it becomes easier to clear your mind and your thoughts.

Once you have done that remain in that peaceful quiet state and allow your mind to swim in the nothingness til you feel at ease and relaxed.

Once you have reached your stopping point open your eyes. And blow the candle out. And enjoy the peace and tranquility.

Guidance and wisdom on your spiritual path

Helpful tools:

* Candle ( deep purple, yellow , blue preferrably)

* Dried herbs ( chamomile, lotus, ginger root or rosemary)

* Oil

* Toothpick or something that you are able to carve the candle with

* Small bowl of water to place the candle in.

Find a quiet room or space. Make sure it is not too windy if you decide to sit out in nature.

Lay the small bowl down and fill it with water about an inch high and set the candle in the water.

Use the toothpick or sharp object of your choice and carve your initials into the candle.

Once you have carved your initials. On the opposite side of the candle, carve the purpose. Do you need guidance in love, career, family, friendships, creativity? Carve into the candle. It can just be a single word. If you just want general guidance do not carve a purpose.

Use the oil and dress the candle. Making sure to get into the carved areas of the candle.

After you apply the oil, you can apply the herbs two different ways. You can rub it on with your hands, or you can place the herbs in your hand and blow it on the candle.

Light the candle and sprinkle a few herbs in the flame while asking what it is you are seeking guidance towards In your life.

Close your eyes and think about what you are seeking and repeat out loud or in your head.

Keep your eyes closed. After you have spoken what it is you are seeking pay attention the images that come to you as you concentrate on what you are asking for.

Images, numbers, animals, and people may pop up in your head. Research and understand these symbols and apply to your life.

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jurdannetrevels · 2 years

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By the pricking of our thumbs...

Something wicked this way comes! 🦇💀🕯

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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a dark, dark night (ft. vincent, bo and lester)

tiny drabbles dedicated to @early20sfailingplenty because i love her dearly and the boys have their own special ways of keeping the darkness at bay 💕🕯

vincent (candle light)

vincent's workshop was warm and safe. well, maybe not safe for everyone, but safe enough for you.

the darkness of night was fast approaching and you retreated, away from the dark and away from the world, into vincent's lair.

the room glowed golden. dozens of candles dotted throughout the room like stars in the sky. they're mostly melted and crooked from vincent's haphazard fixing of them each time they burn down, but they do their job of banishing the shadows.

from beneath the heavy blankets on the cot in the corner, you watch vincent while he smooths and sculpts his latest creation.

one of the candles closest to him sputters out as it reaches the end of its wick. he glances up and, without a second thought, pulls a new candle from a shelf and lights it.

"vince," you mumble, "bedtime."

he turns at the sound of your voice, and for a second he hesitates. you can see his gaze flick back to his work before returning to you.

"please," your voice is quiet enough -- fragile enough -- that he connects the dots.

wiping his hands off on a rag, he makes he way over to the bed. vincent peels his sweater and apron off, slipping beneath the blankets with you.

sometimes, you wonder if vincent keeps the basement so dimly lit in order to hide away. the flickering light turns vincent's skin golden, like the golden boy they always said he was. as he settles into bed with you, he becomes half shrouded in shadow, like he always really was. his face is in shadow, even as he pulls you into his chest.

bo (television)

it had been a long, terrible day and you were praying the night would be better. as the sun set, you realised you might be out of luck.

the sinclair house -- your sanctuary, your safety -- was full of shadows. shadows you rather wouldn't see tonight.

bo can tell when something is wrong. the way you're checking over your shoulder and pausing at each threshold as you attempt to tidy up the kitchen and go to bed.

"hey, darlin', won't you come sit with me a while?"

"bo, it's late, i need to go to - go to bed."

"just for a minute, darl?"

you turn to look at him properly. he's lay on the couch, arm folded beneath his head, clad in his white undershirt, his work shirt long since discarded on the back of a chair.

he pats his stomach in encourageent.

looking to your right, up at the dark stairwell. darkness that you'd do anything not to venture into. you concede, crossing over to bo and collapsing on top of him. he lets out a huff of breath but chuckles anyway, wrapping an arm around you.

pressing your cheek to his chest. you're matching your breaths to his when he mutters against your hair, "bo's got'chu, you know that, right?"

you nod slowly.

the tv illuminates the room with a blue hue, an old movie that even bo couldn't find interesting. but it makes it easy to drift off, the images dancing before you and bo's solid presence beneath you.

before you fall asleep, you glance back up at bo's face. he's absentmindedly rubbing a circle at the small of your back while he watched the tv screen. the electric glow of the screen reflects from his baby blue eyes, highlights the sharpness of his jaw, tinges his skin like a neon angel outside a Vegas chapel.

lester (moonlight)

it had been a long day. a long day and all you wanted was to be able to sleep. the sounds of the forest engulf the trailer and you retreat to bed in an attempt to evade the expanding darkness. lester follows, sensing your unease.

in your bedroom, he throws the curtains open.

when you lay in bed, you can see the dust floating in the air. it is illuminated by the heavy beam of moonlight that spills in through the windows. you close your eyes and feel the silver on your eyelids.

you can feel lester's breath on the back of your neck, soft and steady. he whispers, "you wanna talk about anything, sweetpea? anything at all?"

you shake your head, and the arms around your waist tighten.

"that's okay," he noses further into your hair. "i'm here with you"

when you open your eyes again, you search for the moon, shining like a halo against the ink-black night.

you look down at lester's hands, clasped over your stomach, and marvel at the silver of his skin, ethereal and sickly all at once, like a fallen angel who hasn't seen the sun in a long, long time. veins traverse his arms like rivers, and you trace them with your fingertips.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #ahhh eri i hope these cheer you up #or bring some comfort #the boys love you so dearly #theyll do anything to comfort you #vincent is golden #bo is neon #lester is silver

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Hellhound

(1-3)

Short story # 17

✨Fandom(s) - Wednesday (series) & Misfits (sorta)

💍Pairing - Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

🕯Summary - You're new to Nevermore, and already you've made a few friends. And despite having different styles, you agree to go into town with them to go shopping. But when that gets boring you decide a nice hot drink would be a perfect way to kill some time. Who knew you'd also meet a cute boy while at it.

⚠️Warning(s) - General cussing probably, but other than that this one's okay.

📝Note(s) - You are now the little sister of Doyle and Jerry from the Misfits. I'm changing the Misfits timeline to fit this story better, as the guys are only a few years older than you. (Like 5 or so) Also in this world the Misfits are Outcasts, they ain't Normies!

🗝Key information - We're pretending that Wolfgang Von Frankenstein is your families last name because it's wicked.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading time roughly - 6 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Pt.) 1 | Pt.) 2 | Pt. 3

"Awe please please please!" Natasha bugged her deary new friend, who gave her an unamused look before sighing dramatically. "Yes!" Natasha threw her arms in the air in victory, knowing she'd finally convinced (Y/n) to go shopping in town. "You do realize this isn't exactly my scene right?" (Y/n) pointed out while Natasha texted the others to meet them in front of the school. "Oh I know." She mused sarcastically as she observed (Y/n)'s outfit. (Y/n) in turn rolled her eyes fondly as she followed her friend out of their shared dorm. "Finally!" Enid gushed as they approached her and their mutual friend Kayla. "You two took forever!" She added with a pout. "Please." Natasha scoffed, leading the group out to the bus that would take them into town.

Once they reached town the girls lead (Y/n) into several corny stores, that just screamed girly. And as they neared the third store, a dress shop, (Y/n) decided she'd had enough. "Hey I saw a coffee shop just down the street, I'm just gonna go hangout there until you guys are done." (Y/n) explained before they could rush off into the store. "But we're having so much fun." Enid pouted making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "You guys are." She pointed to the various bags each girl held, before sticking her free hands into her back pockets. "Well... Okay." Enid agreed begrudgingly, smiling brightly when (Y/n) gave her a grateful nod. "I'll see you guys in a little while." She called out before spinning on her heel and heading for the coffee shop. The girls all waved then rushed into the store in a fit of excited giggles, as they had with all the other stores as well.

"How can I help you?" The young man working the register asked with a prim smile, something (Y/n) had found rather amusing. "I actually have no idea what I want." She peered at the menu, unaware of how intensely the guy was observing her. "Well I know I want a hot drink." She mused before looking back to the rather attractive guy. "You know what, just surprise me." She shrugged, making him chuckle. "Okay three dollars then." He knew just what to make her. "Oh and I need your last name." He added after storing the money away. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein." (Y/n) chimed without a second thought, an amused chortle escaping her at the bewildered look on his face. "My first names (Y/n) if that would be easier." She peered at his name tag. "Tyler." She added with a playful wink, Tyler chuckled nervously as he ducked his head to hide his blush. "Yeah that'll be easy." He agreed before getting to work on her order.

(Y/n) hummed in contempt as she walked over to a booth, sitting to where she was facing the store her friends were in. And within just a few minutes Tyler came over with her order. "Here you go (Y/n), one white chocolate latte." He smiled as he placed it in front of her, the decorative skull in the foam making her grin. "How'd you know?" She mused as he slid into the booth across from her. "I'm really good at what I do." He shrugged casually. "So why ask for my name if you were just going to bring it to me?" (Y/n) pried as she grasped her cup, the warmth of the drink warming her chilled hands. "I wasn't sure I could convince my coworker to let me take my brake early." Tyler admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "And what makes you think I want you pestering me?" She asked with a playful grin. "I can tell." He fired back with his own smile. "Very well." She shrugged with a dramatic flourish, effectively making him laugh.

After a few short moments of simply observing eachother, Tyler broke the quiet that had settled. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein huh?" He tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "Seems like an odd name." He added without thought. "To you perhaps, but to me it is all I've ever known." (Y/n) stated before sipping her drink, a soft moan of approval escaping her at the taste of her latte. "So you must be a student at Nevermore." He wondered. "Yep I just transferred this semester." She nodded her head. "Made any friends yet?" He crosses his arms on the table. "A few. People really like me so it's never difficult." (Y/n) let her fingers dance along the side of the cup. "Were you born with that?" Tyler suddenly asked, his eyes locked onto her hands. "No... It's an affliction from something that happened a few years ago." She peered down at her inky black fingers, while Tyler looked to her mouth decorated with black lines.

"Even that part?" He asked. And (Y/n)'s pitch black stained tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, revealing that her gums and teeth even had a black hue to them. "Yes." She nodded her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Tyler shook his head, embarrassed that he'd brought it up. "It's okay, you're only curious." (Y/n) brushed it off with a shrug. After a few long moments, Tyler once more broke the quiet. "So do you have any siblings?" He asked with honest curiosity. "I have two older brothers." (Y/n) nodded her head as she pulled her phone out, quickly pulling up a picture of her brothers, and showing him. "The one on the left is Doyle, we're as thick as thieves. And the guy on the right is the eldest, Jerry, we're pretty close, but we don't quite bond the same way me and Doyle do." (Y/n) smiled as she thought about her brother's, whom she hadn't seen in nearly four months.

"They seem interesting." Tyler chuckled softly. "Their trouble." (Y/n) mused with a cheeky grin "Okay so I gotta ask... Is it a tattoo? Or just makeup?" Tyler asked as he pointed to Doyle. "Ah well neither actually..." (Y/n) chuckled softly at the confusion on the young man's face. "An affliction?" He wondered. "Nope." She shook her head. "I don't get it." He admitted. "Well it's the byproduct of dabbling with eastern dark arts." She shrugged casually. "What kind of dark arts?" Tyler asked as he scooted forward a little, clearly intrigued. "Necromancy to be exact." (Y/n) admitted before sipping her latte. "Why was your brother messing with necromancy?" The barista wondered aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes cast out the window, catching sight of her friends exiting the dress shop. "Maybe another time." She excused herself to follow after her friends. "I'll call you sometime." Tyler hollered after her, making (Y/n) chuckle as she spun on her heel to look at him. "I never gave you my number." She pointed out. "Maybe next time." She added with a wink, making Tyler chuckle as she left.

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eddiemunsonrulesmylife · 2 years

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Some New Eddie Candle Aesthetics!! 🕯

1. Cozy Cuddling with Eddie ✨

Candle: “Midnight Amber Glow” by Bath & Body Works

Fragrance Notes: smooth amber, caramel latte, vanilla bourbon

Concept: Cuddling up with Eddie in his room, savoring some warm drinks with the crisp fall air whispering outside. Warm lighting, soft but questionable bed sheets. Quiet night. Head scratches.

2. Eddie’s Room ✨

Candle: “Tobacco & Amber” by Foundry Candle Company (Bed Bath & Beyond)

Fragrance Notes: tobacco, patchouli, vetiver

Concept: This is just how I imagine Eddie’s room to smell like. It would be a some kind of concoction of stale beer, cold cigarettes, dampness from moisture seeping into the trailer from outside (idk I feel like it’s probably less-well insulated than a house?) and some kind of incense or candle attempting to mask it all but in the end it just all blends together. Plus, the single-wick version of this candle looks like a cauldron and I feel that that’s very on brand for him.

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Hey y’all! I’m obsessed with candles and making matching aesthetics to increase the immersion (and delusion) even further 😎 I personally own both of these candles for this exact purpose and I highly recommend both!!

I’ve got more locked and loaded that I’ll post soon too!!

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Credit for that Joseph/Eddie edit in the first one to @zerlinity (so happy I finally found you!!!)

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mtnkat3 · 1 year

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9.58am. Good morning my loves..... my precious, handsome, sexy, hunky, yummy, delicious, trees, Mavericks, beasts..... Bears..... Angels.....

I hope & pray each piece of you slept ok & this Saturday morning has begun well.....

Even when I grin to hear your dings.....& my soul sighs happily..... I still tuck my head back under the covers like mom...lemme sleep! It's Saturday! Lmao! I've never been an easy raiser... cheeky grin. Oh I love sunrises, & sunsets. But I never get the sleep I need so I'm always wanting to go back to sleep. That's about GABA & taurine levels & an overactive brain, even in sleep.

Cause when you wake me.....I just wanna snuggle my butt back against you..... & play under the covers with you..... screw the world.

But I gotta get up & get stuff done so I can get myself in your arms.....without too much chaos... blushing shyly. I try...work really hard for you..... to not be too much chaos, & not enough love & laughter. There's a time for work, a time for play, & everything under the heavens. [I'm hearing that 70s song but couldn't remember enough lyrics to look it up. Sigh.🙈] turn..turn..turn...

Btw...its been wonderful... But its gonna be spectacular once I'm in your arms Forever!!!!!

Sigh. I could rack it up being a proofreader. 🙄🤭

[I've been catching misspellings, grammar, etc in novels & such for years, decades really.]

Now I gotta get to work on my focus & getting stuff done!

I need to borrow Sabrina's nose twitch & magically pack up & move!

Save me time, money, & my backs pain. Pout.

What do frequencies bother me so much?🤔 sigh.

Ok.

Achoo!🤧 allergies & pine pollen is in full swing!

I'm in tank tops & shorts & flip flops. Time to bust to move!

Giggling hysterically!

Wiggling my eyebrows.

Oh yes.....

Mischievous wicked eyed kat grin.

Come & get me.....

I am Yours.....

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.🌺✝️☸⚓⛓🌂🔗🙏🤲 👣🐾🦉🐯🐢🐛🐐🌱🌳🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵🌟⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🐺🧩♠️♾🧭🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯 👩‍🏫🕵️‍♀️👷‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🧗‍♀️🤺⚒🧲😘🥰💓💋

Sa.4.22.2023 10.22am.est.

"Woman" interesting gifs. But dang 10 limit!

In case... me kicking .. butt.

& working my way to you.....😘😏

10.39am.

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elposting · 9 months

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official-lion-of-judah · 2 years

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We are so very proud of you all. True freedom fighters and warriors against tyranny in this new age of war. Good job warriors of light. 🕯 Now you know what we have known, you have seen the evil work and how their tactics with worthless money manipulates even the so called "scholars". 🎓 Make use of the information and help protect the children. For this war will over be over when it is over, as of now, they have lost the battle for the souls of our innocent ones and our own innocence. 👼 They will be back though and upon their return, they will be even more ruthless. They have manipulated the gender wars as a direct "middle finger" to GOD. YHWH knows the truth that resides inside the hearts of the wicked and the meek. ⚡ Always remember, order is necessary in this world for us to live in peace together. That peace begins internally and only the scared and weak cause chaos amongst the innocent. 🤗 The global powers that once ruled supreme have been denied access to our souls. For our soul belongs to Our Father, The Almighty JaH and in that, no man, woman, demon, devil nor satan can touch it. 🐲 Finally my bredrens, Be strong in the LORD and in the power of his MIGHT. Put on the whole armour of JAH, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of JaH, that yet may be able to withstand in the evil day and having done all to stand. 🦁 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salavation and the sword of Spirit, which is the word of GOD. 👑 SELAH ❤ Let us lead with love being the root of our intention and may we forgive those whonhave committed crimes against us, for none shall escape their judgment for their crimes against us. We are the children of YHWH. 👪 #NobodyBiggerThanJaH https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch00H1SNk2s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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l1tw1ck · 4 months

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My Liege

bottom!ftm!knight Xiao x top!masc!king reader

☆ Word Count: 1,128 ☆

AFAB Language Used | Don't expect a part two this was in the vault for months 😭

CW: Non-Con, Dacryphilia, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Belly Bulge, Riding, Squirting

Reader Discretion is Advised

As the king of Liyue, it's expected for you to have personal bodyguards. Between you and your husband, Zhongli, you have 4 knights.

Ganyu, Keqing, Shenhe, and Xiao. You typically take Xiao and Keqing due to their rationality and level heads. On trips to smaller and safer places you only bring Xiao.

These particular trips allow you to spend some time with your secret lover. You still think back on the first time you started your new relationship.

"May I ask where we're going, your highness?" Xiao asks, following you to an unknown location.

"Just somewhere to get away from the crowd. It was a little too much to handle today." You reply, leading him to a secluded and worn down building. "Do a perimeter check." You enter the place and look around, happy to find a chair that's still intact.

"Yes sir." Xiao looks around the area and defeats any hilichurls and slimes that were lingering around. After double checking, he stands in front of the entrance. You grab Xiao and force him to sit down with you, pushing his back against your chest.

"Sir?" Xiao whispers worriedly, assuming there's a person somewhere.

You lean your head down to talk in his ear. "Shh." Your arm is wrapped around his stomach so he doesn't move, your other hand tugging his tank top upwards.

Whenever you tell him to be quiet, he listens and doesn't say a word until you allow him to. So even as you push his top all the way up and grope his chest, he stays silent. Even if he isn't comfortable with it.

"Sorry but I have to use you, Xiao." You kiss his neck. "Zhongli doesn't have time for this kind of thing anymore..." Your hand moves to pull his pants down.

Xiao closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, hating the way you're touching him and how your bulge is pressing against his ass.

"Your body is so pretty, Xiao." You play around with his clit. "Do you know how pretty you are?" Your fingers move down to touch his increasingly wet cunt.

Xiao tries his best not to cry, he hasn't felt this weak in years. He hadn't cried and was convinced he became unable to since his friends died. He couldn't even remember what it was like to cry.

"Pull my pants down for me."

He shakily unzips your slacks and pulls them down. You grab his hips and force him to rub against your bulge. "Come on, do it yourself."

Xiao grimaces and starts rolling his hips. You go back to playing with his clit, making his movements inconsistent and shaky.

"Good boy." You groan and turn his head to look at you.

Xiao comes with a whimper, tightening around nothing. You bring him into a heated kiss, leaving him even more out of breath than he already was.

You turn Xiao to face you completely and bring his hand to the waistband of your boxers. "Do you want it, sweetheart? Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"I...I want your- your co...cock inside me." Xiao frowns and pulls your underwear off, your hard length is making Xiao nervous. "My liege...I'm- I've never done this before...it will hurt, and I need to have the strength to protect you.."

"You can take it, Xiao. I know you can." You grab his sides and hover his body over your cock.

"Y- yes, my liege. I apologize." Xiao's voice shakes. He sucks in a breath before you lower him down, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as your tip pushes through his entrance. He tries his hardest to relax as you shove your full length into him, stretching out his virgin cunt.

Your cock twitches in excitement. "Shit, you feel better than Zhongli."

Xiao struggles to adjust to the foreign feeling, breaking out into uncontrolled sobs. He looks gorgeous with his tummy bulging, he's so small..

“Look at how deep I am inside you, sweetheart.” You make Xiao look at his stomach. He frowns, crying harder. You gently grab his cheeks with one hand and lift his face up. "You're even cuter when you cry." You say before bringing him into a kiss. You rub circles around his clit to make him more comfortable. Xiao whimpers and moans into your mouth, subconsciously moving his hips as you bring him pleasure. He's extremely inexperienced but he tries his best to kiss you back. He hates this but he wants to make you happy. You pull away and look at Xiao's embarrassed expression.

"Was it bad..?" He asks in between sniffles. He’s worried he disappointed you with his bad kissing skills.

"Of course not.." You kiss his wet cheek. "Do you want to make me feel good?"

Xiao nods and tries wiping his tears in an attempt to stop crying but they just keep flowing. You take his hands and place them on your shoulders. “Hold onto me and lift yourself up.”

He squeezes your shoulders and raises himself up while shaking.

“Now bring yourself down.”

Xiao sinks down onto your length, a soft whine leaving his trembling lips.

“Good boy, keep doing that.”

He buries his head in your shoulder, sobbing heavily as he attempts to ride you. You don't do anything to comfort him and let him cry his heart out.

“It hu- hurts-” He whimpers. “It hurts so much-” His strong facade crumbles to pieces.

“You’re doing so well, baby…doing so well for me.” You reassure him.

“Please…please help..” His body aches from crying so hard. He feels humiliated, he’s supposed to be strong and able to withstand pain but he can't handle it. He can't handle you.

“Aw, you’re too cute.” You place your hands on his small waist and take over, raising his body before slamming him down. His eyes roll back as you use his body like a fleshlight. He can just barely stay conscious.

Xiao sobs as you fuck him, overwhelmed by an intense mix of feelings. Humiliation, pain, and…pleasure. It feels…good? Xiao’s eyes widen. No, it feels amazing. He arches his back and comes, squirting like a fountain.

You pull him off you despite the very strong urge to keep fucking him. You don't want to overstimulate him, it’d be hard to explain why you had to carry your own guard home. Xiao looks at you with a dazed expression.

“You did so well, my knight.” You have him sit on your lap. You caress his cheek and he leans into your touch.

You give him time to recover before helping him get dressed. Your boner eventually went down and you never got to come but Xiao’ll make up for it next time.

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theperfectbath · 2 years

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💨🌸🫖 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 🕯 With notes of light ginger, soft jasmine blossoms, and tea, this exclusive blend creates a bright and meditative space. Perfect for lightening the mood at work or transforming your bath into a sweet summer evening filled with possibilities. The crackling wood wick sounds like a tiny personal camp fire, elevating the atmosphere even more 🌸 Save on a set of all 4 Elemental Mediation Candles ⛰ 🌊 🔥 💨 Link in bio! #meditation #meditate #meditationcandles #meditationspace #air #jasmine #soycandles #woodwickcandle (at St. Clair Shores, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgJ5BU9OKCx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#meditation #meditate #meditationcandles #meditationspace #air #jasmine #soycandles #woodwickcandle

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generallygothic · 2 years

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"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓 [...] 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖓𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍, 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖞." - Daphne Du Maurier 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯 Here in the UK it's a Bank Holiday weekend, which means that Monday is absorbed into an extended 3 day weekend and work is delayed until Tuesday. Emotionally, it is a sunny delight and something Brits get unanimously excited about. In reality, of course, it is grey and raining. ⛱ Currently, I live a town or three away from the sea. I am not naturally drawn to the coast, particularly in the warmer months when everyone else is. That being said, there is an undeniable charm and atmospheric appeal in the bright, cold, blustering coastline during the isolated off seasons. That landscape and weather I associate, unwaveringly, with Du Maurier. ⛱ 'Rebecca': a personal favourite of mine. Jamaica Inn': an uncomfortable joy to read. And that is it. The extent of my love and knowledge in literature. Many others I adore in film: 'The Birds', 'Don't Look Now', 'My Cousin Rachel'. Imagine my delight when:- 1. I stumbled upon the pictured first edition in my local charity shop - a Du Maurier I had never heard of for just £1.59! 2. @oliveliterary got in touch to discuss her research project on female gothic villains in 'Rebecca' & '...Rachel'. It was the bouncy, palpable kind. ⛱ I have alluded to a backlog of exciting things that have been shared with me and that I have the honour of sharing with you. Today I begin with a guest blog post; 'Wicked Women and the Female Gothic: Du Maurier’s 'Rebecca' & 'My Cousin Rachel' awaits you at generallygothic.com. Enjoy and let me know what you think of Abigail's intriguing research! ⚜Has anyone here read 'The Glassblowers'? ⚜Have you stumbled upon any second hand beauties recently? . #femalegothic #bookstagram #bookreview #bookworm #gothic #generallygothic #bookblog #darkacademia #Englishliterature #studygram #spookynerd #bankholidayreads #hardback #firstedition #Sundays #sundayshelfie #beach https://www.instagram.com/p/CdB5YPyrenr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#femalegothic #bookstagram #bookreview #bookworm #gothic #generallygothic #bookblog #darkacademia #englishliterature #studygram #spookynerd #bankholidayreads #hardback #firstedition #sundays #sundayshelfie #beach

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wetheformidables · 2 years

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I have been charged and convicted of various acts of time crimes, here's to one more offense! 😇 and with it what I have come to declare

Thank you @creepyspice my dear for thinking of me and tagging me on Wednesday! I live to be a plague and a torment, so here are some excerpts from fics I am very✨slowly✨ writing, chosen from three of the many Google Doc tabs I have open on my laptop 😌🔫😔🤙

I've been working on the second chapter of never before has a boy wanted more, my attempt at writing Simon Snow and the Mage's Heir 🙈 that is, if Simon had listened to nothing but the Wicked original Broadway cast recording before getting to Watford 😇

And how about a little 8th Year Truce With Benefits for your troubles? Hope your nemesis doesn’t follow you into the Wavering Woods for what may be an erotically charged encounter 😌

And then of course, because I simply cannot resist, have some of my Shep gas station/baby’s first bong hit crack (no actual crack) fic 🤠

Going to open up a Six Sentence Sunday 🕯 summoning circle 🕯 I will see you cuties there even if only in spirit, let me break out the ouija board, hello ghoulies and girlies @palimpsessed, @unseelieseelie, @stillmadaboutpetra (🥸), @mostlymaudlin, @cutestkilla, @caitybug (hi 🥺) @snowybank, @seducing-a-vampire and duh @creepyspice this is a Reverse Uno tag, ily you all byeeee

#99 problems and my wips are all of them #happy finish this fic friday #here’s to stare at your google docs saturday

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fiadhaisteach · 3 years

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Things I’ve Read This Week* - 2021.05.29

New Stories

Prompts and AUs, Never Let Me Go by oxygenforthewicked (@oxygenforthewicked) - Leliana/F!Mahariel - 1,673 words, complete

Bloodied and Broken, Inquisitor as a Companion: Ixchel Lavellan by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - F!Lavellan - 2,555 words complete-ish

Dir'vhen'an, The Promise by oxygenforthewicked (@oxygenforthewicked) - Solas/M!Lavellan - 5,837 words, WIP

Banal'ras Nydha As a Companion by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - MGiT - 2,452 words, complete

Under the Shadow of Elvhenan, In Praise of Bliss by Dore_N - Solas/F!Lavellan - 1,710 words, work complete, series WIP

Hand in Hand in Unlovable Hand by Sevent (@seventfics) - The Darkling|Aleksander/Alina/Mal - 7,563 words, WIP

🕯Nothing Gold Can Stay by ClearAutumnVibes - Solas/M!Lavellan, Solas/Dirthamen, Dirthamen/M!Lavellan - 1,422 words, complete

🕯Starlight, star bright, will you bloom for me tonight? by ClearAutumnVibes - Dirthamen/M!Lavellan, Solas/M!Lavellan - 2,016 words, complete

Rereads

A Singular Shadow by AntlersandFangs - Solas/MGiT/Cullen - 267,134 words, WIP

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Penthouse Suite by @thevikingwoman - Solas/F!Lavellan

Killer Garden Gnomes prompt by @fairfaxleasee - Solas/F!Trevelyan

Fire is Her Water, ⚜️Parentage, ⚜️The Seer, ⚜️Escape, ⚜️Wanted, ⚜️Snow White, ⚜️The Rabbit, ⚜️Into the Woods, ⚜️Germinating, ⚜️Devices, ⚜️Purring, ⚜️Nuisance, ⚜️In the Snow, Relief, ⚜️Look After You, ⚜️Let Them Talk, Part 1, ⚜️Let Them Talk, Part 2, ⚜️Weasel in the Chantry, ⚜️The Blue Witch, ⚜️By the river by @shift-shaping - OMC/ OFC, Cullen/F!Surana, Alistair/F!Surana, Isabela/F!Surana

The Lioness and the Wolf, ⚜️Distracting, ⚜️Craters of Satina, ⚜️Another Shape, ⚜️Just Be Friends, ⚜️Dirthamen, ⚜️Just Annoying Enough, ⚜️On Dhea, ⚜️It Was Varric, ⚜️I Heard You, ⚜️Shh! , ⚜️Doubly-Smitten, ⚜️Whatever it Takes, ⚜️Don't you know who you are?, ⚜️It's So Bad, ⚜️When it’s Not, ⚜️The Better of Us, ⚜️Ma Tas, ⚜️Bastard, ⚜️The Worst Wolf, ⚜️Very Troublesome, ⚜️To Your Right, ⚜️What does magic smell like?, ⚜️Stuffy and Dull, ⚜️Seeming Right, ⚜️Cole Banter by @shift-shaping - Solas/F!Surana (most probably not canon with current AO3 WIP)

Remedy for a Supernova, If I Can Help It, ⚜️Anor’Alhan, ⚜️Wolfish, ⚜️Ma'lin, ⚜️Punching Down by @shift-shaping - Solas/F!Surana

The Vessel by @dreadfutures - Solas & F!Lavellan

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Sugar Honey Iced Tea by AntlersandFangs (@thededfa), Beckily (@beckily), & Celtic_Lass (@thecelticlass) - F!Adaar/MBiT, Varric/MGiT, Krem/MGiT, MBiT/MGiT, Solas & MBiT (Ch. 35)

What a Wicked Game to Play by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 11-12)

Unwritten by UnrealRomance - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 185-186)

Well, S.H.I.T., there's more..., Well, S.H.I.T. by TitaniaFaerieQueen - MGiT (Ch. 15-16)

Dissonant Verses, Dread Wolf Guide Us by Alexis_Trvlyn (@itsalexistrvlyn) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 11)

Tales of the Inquisition: Iwyn Lavellan Canon, Short Stories: Strangers, Friends, Lovers by Viking_woman (@thevikingwoman) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 10 & 50)

Tales of the Inquisition: Iwyn Lavellan Canon, Short Stories: Bright are the Stars Above by Viking_woman (@thevikingwoman) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 19)

miles to go before the fall of night, across the ocean and over the ruins, the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before by victoriousscarf (@victoriousscarf) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 137)

Scars of Light by Kallypso (@kallypsowrites) - The Darkling|Kirigan/Alina (Ch. 15-16)

In Another World by fenkyuubi (@fenkyuubi) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 61-63)

Feral Verse, The Creature in the Woods by apfelgranate (@notenoughdragons) - Solas & F!Adaar (Ch. 6)

No Longer A Game by Here_To_Be (@nolongeragameart) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 62)

To Start Anew by ZeeTaoHime (@rivainisomniari) - Solas/OFC (Ch. 13)

The Guardian by HumblePeasant (@solas-disapproves) - Solas/OFC, Dorian/M!Lavellan (Ch. 142)

Emerald Eyes Amidst Golden Vows - Bound Brighter by Elysia45 (@emerald-amidst-gold) - Solas/M!Lavellan, Cullen/F!Lavellan (Ch. 4-5)

Dreams, In Waking Dreams by AParisianShakespearean (@a-shakespearean-in-paris) - Cullen/F!Trevelyan (Ch. 74)

The Lioness and the Wolf by Arden (@shift-shaping) - Solas/F!Surana (Ch. 43-44)

Into the Cosmos, Into the Chaos by Pakhet (@shiver-the-tiefling) - Solas/MGiT, MBiT (Ch. 67)

Til It Squeaks: A Modern Girl’s Take on Thedas, Twist Some More by CrackingLamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 13)

Bloodied and Broken, Dead Pasts and Dread Futures by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 154)

When the World Fell by Psalacanthea - Fen'harel|Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 16)

🕯lover, your back is bruised from what you carry, In the face of your light by noverture (@noverturemusings) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 89)

Smoke and Mirrors, The Lost Temple by oxygenforthewicked (@oxygenforthewicked) - Fen'harel|Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 16-18)

The Taming of Fen'Harel by beaubashley (@beaubartley) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 15)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun. 😊

🕯- In the face of your light has inspired a number side stories that fit in and around the main story & are well worth a looksie!

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks)

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virtuouscandlelight · 2 years

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“ I hate it here. I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here, I HATE IT — “

WHAP !

The virtue collapsed hard into the cold ground for the fifth time, golden fluids spewing messily from a freshly opened gash on her face. Coughing hoarsely, the angel trembled and hacked up even more fluids, the pained expression soon souring into pure frustration. Before she could get up to attack again however, the archangel pointed her spear down at the young one’s head, stopping her altogether.

“ This is why we eradicate the darkness. “

“ . . . What ? “

A curled snarl escaped the elder angel, vibrant eyes of merciless ginger glaring down at her adopted daughter,

“ You know what I’m talking about, child, do not play dumb in front of your elder. This is why we are tasked to defeat the dark. Not to save them from themselves, you fool, to save them from harming OTHERS and OURSELVES ! “

Yanking Eleanor up, Gabriel thrusted her candle rapier back into bloodied hands, immediately going in to attack straight after. With a shaky parry, Candlelight fought back just as viciously, the sound of metal clanging and war cries painting the forest.

“ Mother — I told you, I want to PROTECT the humans, that’s why I’m fighting SO HARD — “

“ — SILENCE ! You cannot be protecting the humans when you are too busy being CONSUMED BY THE VERY THING WE ARE DESTINED TO FIGHT ! THE ONE THING WE ARE FATED TO PROTECT THE HUMANS FROM MOST — YOU ARE SAVING ! “

SHNK !

A burst of golden light flashed upon a rough parry, two weapons violently scraping against one another like nails to a chalkboard, fighting to outweigh the other. Eleanor grimaced and nearly lost balance as Gabriel’s anger crescendoed, digging her heels into hard soil for gain — knowing if she were to lose, then her body would be minced up like a gutted fish.

“ You do not hate it here.

You hate him. “

Silence.

Slowly, Eleanor’s wicks sputtered before roaring, a screech of pent up emotions leaving the virtue until her rapier brutally pried itself from the spear and went for the kill. Gabriel skillfully blocked and hissed, intrigued to see her daughter use that agony and rage to her advantage, fighting fiercely.

“ AGH ! I should have NEVER put my faith into the WORST, DISGRACEFUL KIND ! LOOK AT ME ! I AM A FUCKING DISGRACE ! LOOK WHAT THE DARKNESS DID TO ME, GODS ! ! “

A rough hand abruptly balled itself up into Eleanor’s scarf, yanking the angel face to face with Gabriel. An astonished yelp left her, a new terror bleeding into her battered body as she had been forced to gaze upon the archangel’s look of pure malice and quiet fury.

The same quiet fury that had massacred countless of the dark during the war.

Frustration and fury over both Eleanor’s selfless and rose - colored attitude — and seeing just how badly she had broken down over the angels’ worst enemy.

“ What did you think, child ? That the darkness would truly be charming and loving ? Worth saving ?

A facade that pretends to be benevolent until it has you right in it’s clutches — then it tears your throat out like a pathetic rabbit to a ravenous wolf. That’s what it did to you. You were a naive, stupid rabbit that fell right into the wolf’s trap. That is how the darkness works.

Eradicate it. “

Throwing the angel aside like a puppet, her spear was readied once more,

“ Get up. Fight me once more. You wish to be this region’s assigned virtue ? Then earn it.

Fight me like I’m the darkness.

Hit me like you mean it.

You cannot go about your life here continuously blindly trusting creatures and humans alike. The humans I showed you back then were tame and kind. These humans are nothing but feral rats running around thinking they can get away with murder. Pirates. The cursed. The damned. “

Teeth were grit, slow steps emerging and a spear slammed down into the virtue — whom fortunately blocked with her rapier just in time.

“ I — want to — protect . . ! “

“ Then eradicate what’s ailing you the most. Cease trying to save something that’s not worth saving if it’s going to demean you to THIS !

YOU ARE A VIRTUOUS ANGEL, CANDLELIGHT ! ACT LIKE ONE ! “

Vexed tears spilled from Eleanor’s eyes that would now squeeze shut as if being scorched, another loud scream of resent leaving a garbled throat. For a split second, the expression of remorselessness flashed into pity and concern, Gabriel drinking in the poor angel’s new features. Bruised, bloodied, sobbing, wrecked by emotions, regret, despair . . . and an ever growing starvation to fight back for her dwindling dignity.

“ . . Eleanor — “

“ I — I FUCKING HATE HIM ! ! “

Ramming her rapier straight into Gabriel’s shin during her distraction, the startled archangel screeched and darted backwards as fast as she could with the usage of now unfurled wings, hardly able to regain composure whence the rapier violently swung yet again. Coordinated swings turned to unrelenting lashes of a whip, the virtue picking up an agile pace only fueled by anger.

“ I HATE HOW GULLIBLE I AM ! I HATE TRUSTING I AM ! I HATE THAT HE MADE ME WITNESS EVERY F U C K I N G FLAW OF MINE ! ! I HATE THAT I TRUSTED HIM ! ! I HATE THAT I TRIED SO FUCKING HARD FOR SOMEONE NOT WORTH A N Y OF MY TIME ! I HATE HIM ! ! I WANT TO KILL — “

For once in a very long time, Gabriel shown uneasiness. Not only did she not want to lose to another rank, but definitely not lose to one out of her own anger rather than determination.

But she understood her pain. Her agony. The virtue simply had a heart way too giving — and that would be her downfall. Gabriel understood all of it — and saw herself in the young Eleanor.

The spear whacked aside the targeting rapier.

Before Candle could scream out again, arms tautly wrapped around the virtue in a suffocating embrace, locking the squirming woman in place. Curses and hysterical sobs left the melting candle, digits clawing into the dirtied, aqua robes of her mother and golden - amber liquid drooling like a dog infested with rabies.

A mess.

“ I’ve got you, my child. We will take a break.

Prithee —

Let it all out. “

And just like that, Eleanor went limp. An eerie stillness.

And then, with one big inhale,

She screamed as loud as her lungs could handle.

A blood curling, banshee - like, inhuman scream of anguish.

#oneshot #v: Fight like you mean it #god damn

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