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Although this is part 2 to a post you guys haven’t seen yet.

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Roman’s Love List

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~ Doesn't Matter ~

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— a taste of the divine.

NAVIGATION // inbox. tags. writing. library. moodboard.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.

song inspiration: the summoning by sleep token.

author’s note: vampire! mattheo has been on my mind for ages and now i've finally written something so hedonistic and self-indulgent solely inspired by the fact that the man looks good drenched in blood. sink your teeth in.

Everything in the world is about sex — except sex. Sex is about power. 

At an early age, you learned how to wield your sexuality like a weapon. After working as a courtesan for as long as you have, you quickly realized that men were truly only capable of categorizing women in one of two ways: the Virgin: an embodiment of purity, innocence, and virtue or the Whore: an incarnation of seduction, manipulation, and promiscuity. 

To be desirable, you were expected to walk a fine line and maintain a perfect balance between the two. Lean too close to the right and you’re classified a prude. Swing too far to the left and you’re labeled a slut. The difference lies in whether or not you know how to play the game. 

Given your line of work, it was in your best interest to become a top player. According to the Madam, you had a gift when it came to enticing clients. In reality, you were merely observant. The ability to accurately read people was a necessity in the game of seduction. 

To seduce someone, you need to know their dreams, their hopes, and most importantly, their desires. Most clients were motivated by a fantasy. It was your job to become that fantasy and you were quite good at your job. 

Ironically enough, the Madam always said that there were only two types of clients. The majority sought after instant gratification; a quick fuck, a one night stand, a memory to get himself off to while he lies next to his wife longing for the glory days of when his cock still worked. They were easier to please. The latter, on the other hand, proved to be a little more difficult. The naive ones that believed in silly fairy tales like making love, sighing dreamily about romance and intimacy and connection while inevitably setting themselves up for disappointment. 

You were more realistic. For you, sex has always been tit-for-tat. You never offered more than you received. Until Lord Riddle. 

You should have known Mattheo was trouble from the moment you laid eyes on him.

The first thing that you noticed about the young lord is that he preferred his own company. Every time you came across him in the Underworld, he was always alone. Mattheo never interacted with the other clients. Not out of shame like most of the first timers at the club, but out of observance. He was gauging his surroundings, judging the others around him in stoic silence, and filing them away in neat little categories in his mind. In other words, Lord Riddle was a predator sizing up his prey. Just like you. 

Usually, it only took a single interaction for you to figure out what type of person someone was. You could easily tell which clients possessed great wealth, political advantage, or secrets so terrible that you could easily exploit for your own advantage. Needless to say, this special skill of yours made you the most infamous courtesan in all of London and subsequently, the Madam’s favorite. 

But as you observed the mysterious stranger from across the room, you were surprised to come across something that you haven’t encountered for a very long time — a challenge. 

“Great choice,” the Madam praised from over your shoulder. “Would you like to be introduced?” 

“No,” you answered as you lazily sipped on a glass of champagne. “Lord Riddle will make his move when the time is right.” 

Three nights passed before Lord Riddle made his approach. The Underworld was filled to the brim with gyrating bodies, their sticky and sweaty limbs pressed against one another as they danced to the seductive crooning of the singer on stage. The red spotlight bathed the crowd in a hazy light as smoke curled through the dancefloor. 

“Not a fan of the crowd, I take it?” Lord Riddle drawled as he smoothly sidled up to your side. 

“I prefer to watch,” you replied nonchalantly as you sipped champagne. “Clearly, I’m not alone in that, my lord.” 

Lord Riddle smirked seductively, drawing you in like a predator toying with his prey. As you firmly held his gaze, you finally allowed yourself to truly take him in. Looking at Mattheo was like looking at a masterpiece — the dark and seductive eyes, the sharp cheekbones, the angular jaw, and the tall and lean body that towered over your own were all pieces of a work of art that deserved to be immortalized in a museum. Suffice to say that he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. 

Still, there was more to Lord Riddle than just an aesthetically pleasing appearance. There was a presence about him, a certain magnetism that pulled you into his orbit. You felt drawn to him in a way that you had never felt with anyone else before. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” His voice was husky — smoky almost and it sounded like silk to your ears. Lord Riddle held out a gloved hand and flashed his charming smile. “My name is Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle.”

You shook his covered hand, noting the ancient heirloom ring sitting snugly on his right ring finger. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lord. My name is Y/N.” 

Mattheo extended your hand up to his mouth and placed a chaste kiss on the back of your palm. The coolness of his lips against your skin sent shivers up your spine. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/N,” he purred. “And please, call me Mattheo.” 

With a sly smile, you swiped a glass of champagne from a passing tray and handed it to your newfound companion. Mattheo took a graceful sip, his intense gaze drinking you in. 

“What brings you up here tonight, Mattheo?” You gestured to the lower level of the club where the atmosphere shifted into a hedonistic maelstrom. “Surely you would much rather partake in the revelries happening down there.” 

Mattheo leaned closer and the strong scent of cinnamon and tobacco enveloped you from all sides. “Something tells me that the main event is right here,” he whispered as he caged you against the banister until all you could see, feel, and hear was him. “With you.” 

Unperturbed, you flashed him a seductive grin. “Smart and handsome,” you quipped as you smoothed the lapels of his velvet suit jacket. Mattheo trailed your touch with that intense gaze, his eyes following a path down the hard plane of his chest, which was exposed beneath an unbuttoned black dress shirt. The silver cross chain around his neck glimmered underneath the dim club lights. “Perhaps I’ve found the cure to my perpetual boredom.” 

“If you’re bored, then you’re more than welcome to play with me.” 

You raised a perfectly manicured brow. “Is that a proposition, my lord?” 

Mattheo was the perfect picture of sensuality as he closed the gap between you. “Not the type that you think,” he murmured softly. “After all, I am a gentleman so I intend to do this properly with you.” 

You raised your chin defiantly. “I can be proper.” 

His dark chuckle caressed your skin. “Somehow I doubt that,” Mattheo gibed. “Be that as it may, my offer is quite simple. I request your company for dinner tomorrow evening at my estate.” 

“For what purpose?” 

“I would like to get to know you,” Mattheo explained. “Preferably without the smoke and mirrors of this place. You’ll find that I’m a simple man with simple taste. I do not require such pageantry. What I want is the pleasure of your company over dinner and drinks.” 

“A date?” You reiterated with intrigue. “That’s not the way we do things around here.” 

Mattheo smiled. “I have a feeling you’ll make an exception for me, love.” 

“What makes you so sure of that?” 

“I intrigue you,” he simply stated. “I am a complete mystery to you. A puzzle of sorts. You like to solve puzzles. All you have to do to find the missing piece is accept.” 

“If I do,” you proposed in a neutral tone, your gaze flickering up to this magnanimous man. “Will I finally have the full picture of who you are, Lord Riddle?” 

Mattheo bowed and kissed your hand once more. “Come and find out, love.”

The wrought iron gates creaked as the carriage rounded the Riddle Estate. The ancestral home was imposing, its pointed arches and towering spires looming ominously against the backdrop of the full moon. The lawn was meticulously maintained, every hedge trimmed and shaped to perfection. 

The carriage came to a stop in front of an ornately carved wooden door. You thanked the coachman and climbed the steps one by one, careful not to step on your scarlet silk dress. As if on cue, the doors opened of its own accord. A servant awaited you inside, his stern expression fixed as he welcomed you into the home. 

“Welcome, Miss Y/N,” he rasped out. “Lord Riddle awaits you on the terrace. Follow me, please.” 

“Thank you for having me,” you said graciously as he led you through the luxurious home. You took a moment to appreciate the intricate artwork that lined the walls. “The estate is quite beautiful. From what I understand, this place holds a lot of history. Everything has been preserved from when the Prince resided here. Is that correct?” 

The man’s expression transformed from indifference to delight. “Before it became the Riddle Estate, this ancestral home was called Carfax. To honor its history, the Riddles have maintained the furnishings in its original state from when the Prince first purchased the property in the nineteenth century.” 

“Lord Riddle is quite right to do so,” you said in admiration. “There’s a certain melancholy to this place that I find quite charming.” The man nodded in appreciation. “Haunting, even.” 

“The only thing that haunts these four walls now are me,” Mattheo said when you reached the terrace. His dimpled smile was as charming and haunting as his home. “Thank you for guiding Miss Y/N, Nigel. That’ll be all for the night.” 

You curtsied as the man called Nigel bowed. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/N,” Nigel said in parting. “Perhaps I may give you a tour of this grand home and discuss its historic importance when my lord allows it.” 

“That would be lovely,” you accepted with a smile. “Thank you, Nigel.” 

Mattheo watched in amusement, his brows quirking as he watched the man depart. “I’m impressed,” he said with a chuckle. “You’ve managed to charm Nigel. I haven’t seen him smile in decades.” 

“I’ve been told I have a certain appeal.” 

“Speaking of,” Mattheo drawled as he surveyed you. His gaze snagged on where the silk accentuated your curves. “You look quite ravishing tonight.” 

You allowed a demure smile as you discretely scrutinized him. “I could say the same of you.” 

In all honesty, ravishing might be an understatement when it came to Mattheo. The silk button down he donned tonight was as dark as sin. At first, you thought it was black until the candlelight flickered through the fabric. Then you realized that it was a crimson so dark it appeared onyx like dried blood. His trousers were black and neatly pressed and on his feet were expensive leather shoes. The same cross chain dangled from his neck, disappearing underneath his shirt. You desperately wanted to trace it with your tongue. 

Mattheo rested his gloved hand on your lower back, guiding you gently to your seat. “You’re just in time,” he said in a pleased tone. “Dinner is ready.” 

As you settled into your seat, you had to admit that this wasn’t at all what you expected. You envisioned a grand and ostentatious six course meal served by servants while you and Mattheo were seated on opposite ends of an expensive mahogany table. In comparison, this was intimate and cozy. You were surprised to find that you preferred this much more. 

Dinner was a delicious serving of filet mignon, asparagus, and parmesan crusted potatoes that Mattheo served you himself. It was better than any meal you had ever had. To top it off, the wine he paired with the food was a rich vintage that was probably older than both of you combined. 

The conversation flowed easily between you. Mattheo was curious about you and asked questions at any given opportunity. He wanted to know your hobbies, your friends, your aspirations. It was more than anyone had ever inquired about you in a long time. 

“How did you come to work for the club?” 

You tensed at the question, but smoothly brushed over the reaction with a sip of wine. “My father was an alcoholic and a gambler. The drunker he got, the higher he bet. Unfortunately, luck never seemed to be on his side. One day, he lost a bet against a very powerful man. My father was given three days to repay his debt. Failure to do so would mean forfeiting his life. When I was eight, he sold me to the Madam and the rest is history.” 

Mattheo listened intently, captivated by your story. There wasn’t a hint of pity in his eyes, which you appreciated. You hated when people treated you like some broken little bird. The story wasn’t meant to elicit sympathy. It was a shitty thing, yes. But shitty things happened all the time. 

Even to little girls who didn’t deserve it. 

The fact of the matter was that you were the most influential courtesan in London while your father had drank himself into an early grave. You had accomplished more than he ever did in his sorry life. Because of him, you learned to read men with pinpoint accuracy so you would never be at one’s mercy again.

“Did your father ever show remorse for what he had done?” Mattheo asked curiously. 

You snorted. “That would require him to have a conscience. Besides, I neither want nor need his remorse. He died the way that he lived — drowning in liquor and debt.” 

“And the powerful man?” 

“Six feet under,” you declared nonchalantly. The governor was the first in a long line of men that met their demise by your hand. “May his soul burn in hell."

Dark eyes sparked with understanding. In the light, they almost looked crimson. “Who would be so bold to execute such a powerful man?” 

“A little girl with a grudge.” 

Pleased, Mattheo kissed your knuckles. He cleared the plates away and beckoned you to follow him. “Come, love. I want to show you something.” 

You followed Mattheo back into his home and walked through a maze of floors and hallways before you reached the west wing of the estate. He pushed open a heavy wooden door and led you into what looked like an office. Despite the extravagance of the rest of the house, the office was simple yet elegant. 

Crimson curtains reflected the moonlight, a breeze rippling through them like a phantom wind. Artifacts and artwork littered every corner of the room, including the mahogany desk positioned against the back wall. Important documents were arranged in organized stacks, but beside them were sketches and drawings of varying shape and color. 

“Everything there is to know about me is in this room,” Mattheo explained. “You said you wanted a full picture of me, so I’m giving you what I promised.”

The part of you that harbored mistrust was alarmed by his openness. “Why?” 

“To show you that I am true to my word. I will always be true to my word,” he emphasized. “Especially when it comes to you.” 

“I still don’t understand.” 

“Your madam told me about a special talent of yours.” 

“I wouldn’t call it a talent. I’m just terribly observant. If you know where to look, most people are an open book.” 

Mattheo fixed his gaze on you. “Read me then, love.”

“Most men can’t handle the truth.” 

“I’m not like most men.”

Between the lines, the true meaning of his statement revealed itself. This room was the very core of who he was and now he was inviting you in. Mattheo was putting himself wholly and utterly at your mercy. To scrutinize, to inspect, to judge. He knew how important it was for you to have the upper hand and he was willingly offering it to you. 

In silent acceptance, you surveyed the room with unveiled scrutiny. Your gaze snagged on a few interesting things. The family crest stamped on official documents. The trinkets and tokens originating from all around the world. The stoic portrait sitting above the mantelpiece. The picture of a dark haired boy that bore a great resemblance to the man before you peeking out from a discarded album. 

They all contained a piece of the puzzle that was Mattheo Riddle. 

“You’re wealthy, but not in the same sense that the rest of the club’s clientele are. You hail from old money, the type of generational wealth that most likely traces back to nobility. You’re well traveled and highly intellectual. You pick up interests left and right and you’ve probably studied at a handful of prestigious universities around the world, but you can never stick to just one topic. You have an older sibling that you have a very complicated relationship with. You’re guarded and extremely selective about the people you let in because you’re afraid of showing them the man beneath the mask. You don’t want control. You need it. Probably because you’ve felt out of control your whole life.” 

“That’s a clever trick,” Mattheo drawled as he appeared in front of you in the blink of an eye. You sucked in a breath as he pressed you against the wooden desk, resting his hands above your waist. “Is that all your instincts tell you about me?” 

“You say that you aren’t like most men, because you aren’t a man at all. You’re something else entirely. Something dark. Something dangerous.” 

Red eyes glimmered underneath the moonlight. “What am I?” Mattheo rasped as he pressed his hips against yours. “Tell me, love.” 

You held your chin high and looked him in the eyes. “You’re a vampire.” 

The mask slipped as Mattheo transformed before you. His eyes were as red as blood, dark veins forming on his pale skin. You gasped when his canines elongated, sharp and lethal and deadly. He could probably drain you of life and you wouldn’t even know it until it was too late.

“How did you figure it out?”

“You wear gloves because your skin is as cold as ice, your eyes are crimson in certain lights, and you speak like you’ve lived a thousand different lives. Plus, you’ve been staring at my neck all night like you’re just waiting for the chance to sink your teeth in.” 

“Are you scared?” 

“No.” 

“You should be,” Mattheo drawled. “I have lived for five hundred years and never once have I experienced bloodlust like this in all of my existence. Your blood calls to me. I knew it from the first night I laid my eyes on you.” 

The admission should have frightened you, but instead in some strange way you understood. On any other occasion, you never would have allowed yourself to be alone in a strange home with a strange man, but for some reason, you felt compelled to accept. Whether by fate or kismet or destiny, you knew that you were meant to be here tonight. 

Mattheo caressed your throat and buried his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale the heavenly scent. “Tell me love,” he rasped, his voice rough and gravelly. “What do you desire most in life?” 

There was no hesitation in your voice when you spoke. “Power.” 

“I could give that to you,” Mattheo promised. “I could give you power beyond what you could ever imagine. All you have to do is say yes.” 

“What are you asking for in exchange?” 

“You,” Mattheo said simply. “I want you. Bind yourself to me and you will never feel powerless again. I will worship you like the goddess that you are. I will devote myself to you for eternity. I will be yours and you will be mine.” 

“You want me to be your consort?” 

Dark eyes flickered with desire. “No, darling,” he purred smoothly. “I want you to be my equal. Equal in wealth, equal in beauty, equal in power.” 

The idea thrilled you. Being an influential courtesan was one thing, but becoming an immortal vampire with immense riches and power would provide security that not even the Madam could offer. You thought about the little girl that you were — scared and helpless as your father ripped you away from the only life you’d ever known. If you accepted Mattheo’s offer, you would never have to feel that way again. You would be untouchable.

"Why me?"

"Because you are beautiful and bloodthirsty. Because you are clever and cunning. Because you clawed your way into a better future despite the pull of the past," Mattheo declared with certainty. "Because in all my existence, I have never met anyone quite like you."

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Sharp fangs caressed your neck as Mattheo dragged his canines against your skin. “The pull between us. I never believed in the concept of mates, but even I could not deny the call of the bond. I have searched for you for centuries and I was not even aware of it until I finally found you.” 

“Is that what it is?” Since that first night at the club, you had felt inexplicably drawn to Mattheo. Even then you knew it was more than attraction. It was like every fiber of your being yearned for him. “You’re my mate?” 

Mattheo nodded. “Only if you accept the bond.” 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, I accept.” 

“I will have to turn you,” Mattheo explained carefully. “The ritual will be painful. I will drink of your blood and you will drink of mine. Once the venom courses through your veins, the pain will be excruciating, but I will be with you every step of the way.” He caressed your cheek, his expression softening. “Do you trust me, love?” 

Strangely enough, you did. You knew that Mattheo would stay true to his word. 

With a nod, the ritual began. Mattheo fisted your hair between his fingers and tilted your head back. He hummed against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses up the column of your throat before settling on a spot at the junction of your collarbone. His dark eyes flicked up to yours as his fangs elongated. Mattheo watched for signs of hesitation, but found none. 

You gasped as he sank his teeth into your flesh, eyes fluttering shut as the sting of the bite took hold. Mattheo moaned as he drank your blood. The venom spread like wildfire in your veins, scorching your entire being from head to toe. It felt like your blood was boiling. You screamed as tremors rocked your body, phantom hands taking hold of your bones and breaking them over and over again. You screamed as the pain spread, but Mattheo stayed focused and retrieved a dagger from his desk drawer. 

In one swift move, he cut his palm open and held it over your mouth. “Drink, my love,” Mattheo instructed. “It will ease the pain.” 

Desperate, you lapped up Mattheo’s blood with urgency. The metallic taste filled your mouth, but you couldn’t help but drink deeper as it turned sweet and heady, tasting like wine on your tongue. The more you drank, the better you felt. It was almost as though his blood was the antidote to the pain. 

“That’s it,” Mattheo murmured. “You’re doing so well, my love. Just a little more.” You sucked on his palm shamelessly, blood dripping down the front of your dress. “That’s a good girl.” 

Mattheo wiped his blood from the corner of your mouth before crashing his lips against yours. You groaned as he pressed you against the desk, his hands gripping your waist while you kissed him back with equal fervor. Passion sparked between you as Mattheo scrambled to taste as much of you as he could. 

His soft pants echoed in your ears as he desperately chased after your kisses, blood staining both of your mouths. A euphoric feeling washed over you like a wave, chasing the pain away and replacing it with a surge of pleasure. Every touch felt heightened, your senses shifting into overdrive as Mattheo pulled away. 

You whined at the loss, which made him grin apologetically. “The ritual isn’t complete yet, my love.” 

Mattheo flipped the dagger in his hand and beckoned you over to the middle of the room. He pulled out the expensive rug and carelessly tossed it aside before kneeling on the wooden floorboards. You mirrored the gesture and watched as Mattheo pulled you against him, placing the dagger in your hand. He produced a grimoire and skimmed through the pages until he found the right one. 

“We must draw the ancient bonding runes,” Mattheo explained as he pointed at the carvings illustrated on the grimoire. “They will signify our eternal union. Once we carve them, there’s no going back.” 

You gripped the dagger tightly. “Together?” 

Mattheo smiled. “Together, my love.” 

Carefully, the two of you carved the runes into the floor. The carvings glowed as mist and fog rose up from the wooden floorboards. You shivered as the temperature dropped, an eerie wind blowing through the crimson curtains. As you finished the last rune, you and Mattheo turned to face each other. 

Blood stained his hand as he reached up to caress your cheek, his eyes black with desire. You could feel the ritual sinking into your bones, changing the very core of your being. The bond physically took hold as the connection stretched taut between the two of you. The scarlet string glowed and the end of your thread reached towards Mattheo.

“What do we do now?” 

Mattheo’s fiery gaze flickered up to you. “Now we consummate the union.” 

Your breathing slowed as Mattheo drew you close, his face mere inches away from yours. Desire burned through you like a living flame. At that moment, nothing existed but him. 

“I want you, Mattheo,” you breathed. “My mate.” 

You groaned as Mattheo kissed you deeply, his hands finding refuge in your hips. The taste of him was intoxicating, sweeter than any wine you had ever consumed. You groaned as he parted your lips with his tongue and placed you over his lap. The kisses grew desperate, like you couldn’t get enough of one another. Mattheo pulled down the straps of your dress, kissing every inch of skin he had access to. 

“Let me worship you like you deserve,” he murmured in reverence. 

His eyes remained fixated on you as he laid you atop the runes, its glow bathing both of you in scarlet light. Mattheo took his time lavishing your body with kisses, marking every inch of you with his mouth. You moaned as his dark head disappeared between your legs, his sharp canines tickling the inside of your thighs. He took your lace panties off with his teeth and hooked your legs over his shoulders. 

The anticipation was almost too much to bear until Mattheo finally put his mouth on you. He eagerly feasted, his hunger evident in the way he buried his tongue in your cunt. You tugged at his curls as he licked and sucked, lapping up your arousal with unbroken focus. When his tongue flicked over your clit, you bucked against his mouth and shamelessly moaned his name. 

“You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N,” Mattheo declared. 

The sight of him between your thighs, his mouth dripping with blood and cum while his eyes burned with carnal passion was enough to send you over the edge, but you didn’t want to come without him. You wanted to do this right. You wanted to do this together.

“I need you,” you pleaded as you tugged at his belt. “Please, Mattheo.” 

“You never have to beg,” Mattheo answered as he undressed. “I’m yours, Y/N.” 

With bated breath, you watched in anticipation as Mattheo crawled over you, his gaze wild and hungry. He groaned when you tugged him down by his curls, his mouth meeting yours in a heated frenzy. His hard length pressed against your center as you parted your legs for him, greedily wrapping them around his waist while you grinded deliciously against his cock. 

The friction was divine, but you needed more. So much more. Mattheo growled into your mouth as he guided your hand towards his impressive length, chuckling softly when your eyes widened at his size. Crimson bled into soft chocolate eyes as Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. 

“You’re fucking exquisite,” he whispered in reverence as he traced your jaw. “I have waited for you for centuries and it was worth every second.” 

You whimpered as he eased into you, his cock stretching your walls as you adjusted to his length. Praises flowed from Mattheo’s mouth as he pushed inside, giving you inch after inch until he was fully sheathed in your pussy. The pressure was painful at first, but it soon gave way to pleasure. 

“I feel so full,” you groaned as Mattheo kissed your neck. “So full of you, Mattheo.” 

“Is it as heavenly for you as it is for me, love?” 

In response, you secured your legs around his waist and pushed him in further, making the both of you moan in satisfaction. 

“Does that answer your question?” 

A cheeky grin appeared on Mattheo’s handsome face. “You’re absolutely sinful, but don’t get too cocky. I’m going to ruin you for every other man.” 

“You already have,” you responded as Mattheo moved slowly, dragging his cock in and out of you until you actually whined from the absence. “No man could ever measure up. There is no one like you, Mattheo.” 

The declaration seemed to unleash something inside of Mattheo. His movements, once slow and calculated, turned frenzied and frantic. His hands were all over your body, his fangs dragging up the column of your throat while his form enveloped you whole until you couldn’t tell where you began and where he ended. 

You matched his rhythm, rocking your hips to the frenetic pace. Mattheo hissed as you clawed at his back and slammed harder into you, seeming to know exactly what you needed without you speaking it into existence. The ancient runes glowed and your blood hummed in agreement, accepting the final binding of the ritual. 

“Do you feel that, love?” Mattheo grunted, his sweat matted curls plastered to his forehead. “That’s my power flowing into you. With it, you will be unstoppable.” 

Your back arched against the floor as energy surged through your veins, electrifying every cell in your body. The scarlet thread between you and Mattheo twined itself into an unbreakable connection, connecting your mind, body, and soul together. 

A shiver skittered down your spine as you looked into a pair of crimson eyes. “We will be unstoppable. My mate, my love, my Y/N.” 

The pleasure was overwhelming. You tugged Mattheo down to you, panting into his mouth as you kissed him. “So close,” you breathed. “I’m so close.”

Your gums ached as fangs began to elongate from your mouth. Mattheo watched proudly, his handsome face bathed in awe at the transformation. 

“Surrender to it,” he whispered softly. “Bite me, my love.” 

The words gave you pause, but as soon as he spoke them, hunger and bloodlust seemed to awaken in your veins. 

“Drink from my blood,” Mattheo encouraged. “Mark me. Claim me. Devour me.” 

Without hesitation, you sank your teeth into the side of his neck. The thirst was unquenchable and you drank deeply, greedy for the taste of his blood. Mattheo’s hips stuttered as he moaned erotically, his release close. 

“That’s it, Y/N.” Mattheo encouraged as blood dribbled down his neck. His fingers swiped over your clit, rubbing stimulating circles and making you feel untethered. “Surrender yourself to me completely. Come for me, my love.” 

A whip of lightning lashed at your body, searing you from head to toe as you toppled over the edge. The orgasm was white and blinding, seizing your very being with pleasure. Mattheo kissed you through the comedown, letting you ride it out as you clawed at his back and arms. 

“Look at me,” he commanded. “Watch the way you undo me.” 

Mattheo was a man ruined. As soon as your gazes met, he threw his head back and roared in pleasure. The way he looked when he came, perfect curls mussed and sex tousled, abs straining as he emptied himself inside of you, and mouth open as your name left his lips, was something that would be ingrained into your mind for the rest of time. 

The bond settled between you then, signaling the completion of the ritual. You were now connected to Mattheo in every way possible. The courtesan who once vowed never to give herself to a man now found herself bonded. 

Mattheo embraced you in his arms, holding you close. You pressed your cheek against his solid chest and found comfort in his touch.

“What happens now?” 

“I devour you again and again,” Mattheo responded cheekily. “And once more before the sun rises."

You chuckled softly. “After that?”

“You decide, my love.” He declared with no qualms. “You are in control of your story now.” 

“And if I said the little girl with the grudge wanted to burn the whole world down?” 

Crimson eyes met yours. “Then I’ll help her light the match.”

Mattheo meant it. You knew it in your very bones. With a smile, you settled into his arms. Feeling safe. Feeling loved. Feeling like you could rule the world. He gave you that. Your mate. 

As your eyes fluttered close, one thought flashed through your once cynical mind. 

Perhaps sex wasn’t always about power.

Perhaps, on rare occasions, sex was about so much more.

[whumpmasinjuly]

Welcome to Whumpmas in July 2025! 

Thank you for patiently waiting! As a reminder, we will not be reblogging any creations on this blog and will instead keep this blog as a space to only post the prompts, tags, and relevant information. We will post the tag for each day, and we ask that you use two tags when filling prompts this year so that others may find your creations easily:  Tag 1 —> #wij25day__ (Fill in the blank with the appropriate day number for the prompt you are filling! For example, if you are doing the prompt for day 21, make sure to tag your post with #wij25day21.)

Tag 2 —> #whumpmasinjuly2025 Be sure to also tag @whumpmasinjuly-archive if you would like your posts reblogged to our new official archive account! Of course, feel free to use any other relevant tags too! You can also find a banner that you can use in your posts (if you want, not required) under the #wijbanner tag.

The prompts are divided into three categories: community (red boxes), question (green boxes), and creation (white boxes). Everyone is free to participate as much or as little as they want–there’s no completionist requirement! This list provides a preview of the prompts, but on each day a more detailed post will be released with more context and additional suggestions for each day’s task. Similar to previous years, all prompts and other important information will be found under the #infowhumpmasinjuly tag and #infowij25 for ease of access. This blog will also use the tags #wijquestion , #wijcommunity , and #wijprompt respectively for each post so that you can filter and find the type of prompts you’d like to do. 

Below the cut is a text list of this year’s prompts:

1. (Re)Introduce yourself 2. What images/moodboards describe your favorite whumper/whumpee/tropes? 3. “I’m sorry” 4. Post a whump prompt for someone else to fill on Day 28 5. What ten words/phrases give you the whumperflies? 6. Field Medicine 7. Post links to your favorite whump fics, new and old! 8. What tropes or scenarios do you love or wish to see more of? (People will make media recommendations on Day 13) 9. Burning 10. Share a sneak peek of something you're working on WIP 11. What songs/playlists are perfect for whumpy daydreaming? 12. Dangerous 13. Recommend media with the tropes/scenarios from the Day 8 posts 14. What would be the ultimate nightmare situation for your favorite whumper/whumpee? 15. Breathless 16. Drop some delicious tropes/scenarios in three WIJ participant ask boxes! 17. What has been your most recent whump obsession? 18. "Something’s wrong" 19. Create a whump meme! 20. What are some of your favorite fandoms to create or enjoy whump in? (People will message you on Day 25) 21. Tears 22. Find a story/author you've never engaged with before, and leave some nice comments! 23. What are your top three injuries/ailments you desire in your whump? 24.  Frozen 25. Find someone with similar interests as you from Day 20 and reply/ask/message! 26. What is your best advice to others about creating or finding whump? 27. Hunting 28. Fill someone's whump prompt from Day 4 29 What creation are you most proud of?30. “Brace yourself” 31. Who is someone in the whump-creating world that you admire and why?

[little-pup-pip]

Hello hello! I wanted to acknowledge (?) these results and say that I'll do the reorganization after I finish up my midterms!!

I'm excited to recategorize my works, hopefully this will help some people find moodboards that fit their interests!!

[knowledge-from-the-abyss]

Deity Work vs Deity Worship

What is deity worship? 

Deity worship is when you venerate and revere a deity/deities. There are many ways to do this;  there is no right or wrong way to worship a deity, it is whatever you feel drawn to do for them. Many people in the pagan community do this in their own unique way, while some will follow more organized, ritualistic ways of worshipping their deities. 

I will go more into detail about the various ways to venerate deities below. 

What is deity work? 

Working with a deity is a more intensive, interactive relationship. Working with a deity often involves actively communicating with them through things such as divination (tarot, oracle, pendulums, dice, osteomancy, shufflemancy etc) and psychic abilities. It can also involve them being more active in your practice, guiding you in both mundane and magical ways. A very common way deities work with someone is by doing shadow work with them, but there are many other things people do with deities that fall under the category of ‘deity work’.

How do I work with a deity/deities?

There are a lot of ways that you can work with a deity. As mentioned above a very common way of working with them is by doing shadow work with them. They will often guide the practitioner on various prompts to focus on. Another common way that you can work with deities is doing spellwork with them, such as doing protections, cleansing, banishment, and even baneful magic with them. 

Some of the things my deities work with me on is teaching me about energy work and weather magic. 

As with deity worship, there are no right or wrong ways to work with a deity. 

Altars

Many people will set up altars for their deities as a way to either work with or worship them (or both!). Here are some popular things you can put on your altar!

Candles 

Statues

Incense holders/fountains

Altar cloth

Decanter

Spell jars 

Crystals 

Herb pouches

Sigils

Books

Offering dish

Cups

Divination tools 

There are many other items you can put on your altars for your deities. This is just a short list, both of items I myself have put on altars before, and things I see others put on their altars. 

A lot of people also use their altars as a place to connect with their deities (which can get into deity work) as well as a place to do spellwork.

I’m going to answer some common questions about altars I see here. 

Can I put two/multiple deities on the same altar? 

Yes, you can. Some people (like myself) even create altars for entire pantheons, rather than individual deities. In addition, these deities do not all need to be from the same pantheon either. I have had altars where Loki and Leviathan were sharing the same general space (with different items in different sections for just one of them, and some items being placed there for both of them).

Can I add/remove/use things from my altar? 

Yes. You can (and should) clean your altar and you are of course allowed to use the items on your altar. Many people will store their divination tools on their altar, for instance. 

What if I do not have space for an altar/can’t have a physical altar? 

Digital altars are a very valid practice, I currently do not have enough space for all the altars I would want for the deities I worship/work with. I have seen people make altars in Minecraft, on Picrew, and I have altars set up on Pinterest as well. I have also used Pinterest’s collage function to make moodboards for my deities in order to honor them; these can count as digital altars as well. Some people make their own discord servers and use that space as a digital altar for their deities (I also have this set up for my deities too). On these digital altars, you can include pictures of how the deity appears to you, pictures of statues to represent them; themes surrounding what they rule over, colors, animals and plants they may be associated with, and much more. Just like a physical altar, you can get very creative with what you include. 

Will my deities get mad if someone else touches the altar? 

I’ve heard (and also experienced myself) times where family members or roommates will mess with someone’s altar. There seems to be a lot of fear with this; people are afraid it will anger the deity if the altar is accidentally touched. However, deities are very understanding and know that most times the person is unaware that the space is an altar; they won’t get mad if their stuff is accidentally touched, removed, or if someone else disposes of old offerings. 

Now, if someone is messing with it on purpose, with malicious intent, that might be different. However, especially for those in the broom closet, the deity is still not going to be mad at the practitioner or punish you in any way. 

Moving on from altars, I’m going to answer some questions I see when it comes to deity worship/work, before fully getting into the difference. 

Do certain deities not get along? 

Again this is something I see asked a lot online, both for deities of the same pantheon and deities of different pantheons. This comes down to personal experience. Many people think and might assume that deities who did not get along in their myths do not get along in real life either. However, at least for me, this is rarely the case. Remember, these are higher beings and the myths are just that -stories, that have been made up by humans. The myths do not reflect how they may be in real life. 

There are definitely instances where deities genuinely do not get along; I have experienced this in my own practice. However, this is oftentimes not because of myth-related disagreements but rather because the deities disagree on what may be best for the practitioner. This might also occur simply because the deities' energies do not mix well, it’s less that they don’t get along and more so that their energies clash with each other. This does not mean that you should stop working with these deities together if this is the case. Sometimes opposing energies are necessary.It’s also always a good idea to ask the deities themselves how they feel about the situation and what they think you should do. 

Will my deities get mad if I’m not able to give consistent offerings? 

This is another question I see a lot. Deities understand that we are human, we have our mundane lives to live, and we may not always have time or money to be able to buy offerings for them. There are many ways to give offerings to your deities, and some can be free and non-physical offerings too. I’ll go through some offerings I give to my team a lot, and some offerings you can do that are more non-physical or broom closet friendly. 

Doing shadow work in their honor/with them if you have a working relationship with them

Cooking/eating in their honor 

Bathing in their honor 

Putting on makeup in their honor 

Any form of self-care

Doing art/reading in their honor

Going on a walk/drive

Cleaning in their honor

Practicing divination

Journaling

Writing letters to them

There are many other offerings you can give to them, this is just a list of some of the things I do and some common things I see others do as well.

Do I need to pray to my deity/deities? How do I pray? 

Prayer is often a big part of deity worship, however it is definitely not a requirement. Prayer is when you ask your deities for something. You can do this in a very ritualistic way, lighting candles, sitting on the floor, etc, or you can do this in a very casual manner (like sending a quick prayer to them on your way to work). Again, there is no right or wrong way to pray to the deities you worship, there are many different ways you can do this. 

How do I start deity work?

Starting deity work will often involve reaching out to the deity/deities you are wanting to work with. You can do this in many ways, it can be as simple as calling out the deities name and saying ‘I would like to work with you, I’d like you to be more involved in my practice’. Using divination tools such as tarot or oracle cards, pendulums, spirit boards, etc can also help greatly in communicating and developing a relationship with the deity you are wanting to work with. 

Is my deity mad at me because…

The answer to this is most likely ‘no’. It takes a lot to piss a deity off. This question often comes from people who grew up with Abrahamic religions that taught them that making mistakes would anger ‘god’. The pagan gods do not get angry because you make mistakes or are not perfect. It is very hard to actually offend them, unless you do something purposefully to try to piss them off, you will not make them angry. They might get frustrated at us sometimes for falling into the same cycles and bad habits, but this is much different than them actually being angry. 

I also want to address blowing out candles specifically with this question. Some people see it as rude to blow out candles that are devoted to specific deities or used as a form of divination. It is not rude to blow out candles at all, if you have finished communicating with your deity, or are simply moving to a different room/leaving your house, or need to blow it out for whatever reason, you can absolutely do so. The deities do not see it as rude and will not get angry at you for doing this. They might be a bit sad/disappointed, but again this is different than them being genuinely angry. It's like having to tell a friend you have to get off a call with them, even though you still want to talk to them. They might be a bit disappointed but they will understand. 

Is __ a sign from my deities?

The answer to this is complicated; discernment is very important when it comes to answering this question. An easy way to answer this is by asking the deity through divination if whatever you experienced really was a sign. Sometimes deities will send signs in unusual ways (even through social media, yes I know that’s controversial but it does happen sometimes). 

The other question to ask is: did I ask for a sign? There have been times where I will ask for signs and they may show me the sign in a weird way (like asking to see a specific type of bird in my area, and then seeing it on a postcard, for instance). 

Can I reach out to deities? How do I reach out to a deity? 

Yes! As long as the deity is not from a closed/gated practice you are not part of, you can reach out to whoever you want! There are many different ways you can go about reaching out to them; I first recommend doing research on the deity you are wanting to reach out to (this in itself may get their attention and let them know you are interested in them). A very simple way to reach out to them is simply by calling their name, and telling them you wish to work with them or are going to be honoring them. 

What are closed/gated practices? 

Closed and gated practices are usually religions where you need to either be born or initiated into the culture in order to practice it. Many of these practices are closed or gated because of other cultures and religions attempting to appropriate these practices, or erase things within these cultures. 

What do I do if a closed practice deity reaches out to me, but I’m not part of that culture? 

This is going to get controversial, but this is my opinion especially as someone who is part of several closed practices myself. In my opinion, while practices themselves can be closed, deities are not. Deities are independent beings from us, they do what they want outside of human rules and laws. If a deity from a closed practice reaches out to you, my advice is to do tons of research first. There are some closed practices that have officials who can help you with figuring out if a deity from that culture truly is reaching out to you, and can give advice on what to do moving forward. My other piece of advice is to not ignore the deity calling you. There have been some instances where I ignored the call from some of the closed practice deities I now work with, and while it didn’t necessarily anger them that I ignored them, it did annoy them and they were incredibly persistent with their presences until I did acknowledge them. 

What do I do if I need to take a break from practicing? How do I let my deities know? 

Breaks are very healthy and help with preventing burnout when it comes to practicing witchcraft or being pagan in general. If you feel you need to take a break, I recommend just letting the deities you are working with or worshipping know in whatever manner you usually use to communicate with them (a very easy way is just telling them ‘hey, I need to take a break’). They will understand and they will wait for you to be ready to resume practicing with them. Like with previously mentioned situations, they will not get angry at you for simply needing to step away for a bit. A lot of deities may even continue to be around you while you are on break as well, to show that they still care about you and are willing to support you. 

How do I balance working with multiple deities? 

This is, of course, dependent on you as a person. I know some people who make schedules, while others will allow the deities to decide when to show up in their practice. Since I work with quite a few deities and pantheons, generally I dedicate each week to a different pantheon, and dedicate each day to a different deity from that pantheon. I also have picker wheels that I use for this; this is both to make it more ‘fun’ for my ADHD brain (lol) and also to allow the deities to decide who wants to be more present during the week. Sometimes, deities may also decide to be more or less present depending on what you’re going through in life and what type of guidance you are needing. There may be times where a deity will take a step back so that someone else can step forward to take over guiding you a bit more. This is all very normal when it comes to deity work; not every deity needs the same amount of attention and not all of them will always be equally present, and that's ok! 

There are also sometimes where a deity will decide they have taught you all you need to know, and they may discuss ending the working relationship with you entirely. This does not necessarily mean you will never see them again, but it may mean that they show up a lot less, as they have guided you in all the ways they feel you needed them for. Oftentimes, this will happen years and years into you working with them, and you may even realize that this is going to happen before an official discussion about it is mentioned. You can, of course, continue to honor and worship them even after they have officially stopped working with you. 

Another subject I want to address here is that while you can absolutely reach out to and generally work with multiple deities, it's also important to remember to not rush into things. At the beginning of my practice, the only deities I had around me for years were Hades and Loki. After I had been researching and practicing for at least 6-7 years, that's when new deities started approaching me and when I felt comfortable reaching out to some deities as well. I know that working with multiple deities can be overwhelming, which is why I have covered how to manage this so thoroughly. If you are a fairly new practitioner who has multiple deities who are interested in working with you, or if you are interested in working with them, I definitely advise that you take it slow. Research the deities who are reaching out or who you are interested in, learn about them, and slowly start contacting them as you feel comfortable. This is still something I do to this day. 

Everyone’s practice is different; I know people who have been working with the same deity for 10+ years and have hardly interacted with other deities during their practice. On the other hand, I also know people who were approached by several deities at once in the beginning of their practice, and who were consistently approached by various deities over the years as well. It all depends on the deities around you, what they feel you need, and ultimately, what you feel is best for your practice. Whether you wish to work with just a few deities, or many, that is up to you; just make sure that you are also taking your own health into account while doing so! 

How do I know if a deity is reaching out to me? 

I discussed signs a little bit earlier on in this post, however I did want to cover this question specifically. There are many ways deities can send signs to us or let us know they are around. For someone who is more in-tune with their psychic abilities, they may feel different energies when different deities are around. They may even be able to see, hear and possibly even smell the deities around them at times as well and this may be a way to figure out if someone new is around. Another easy method you can use is doing divination to check and see if a new deity is around. As I mentioned above, deities do use social media sometimes to send us signs and sometimes even to show us that they are reaching out. This is another instance where discernment is important; if you interact with a video about a certain deity on Tiktok, for instance, it's a lot more likely the app will start showing you more videos about that deity. So it's important to use other methods (such as divination) to figure out if a deity is truly reaching out, or if it's just social media’s algorithms at play. As I addressed above, sometimes deities will also send signs to you in your mundane life too; while it is important to pay attention to events that may be signs, I would recommend not obsessing over it. If a deity is reaching out, they will make themselves known to you one way or another. 

How do I figure out who is reaching out to me? 

There may be times where you know that someone is reaching out, but you are not sure who it is. Again, divination is a very easy way to figure this one out, there are many deity ID spreads online that you can find (and when I make a post going into more detail about divination, I may include some of those spreads in that post). If you are not able to do divination for yourself on who is reaching out, I recommend trying to ask a friend or finding a professional reader who offers deity IDs. I actually am a professional reader and I do offer deity IDs, you are welcome to inbox me if you are needing one! 

Another way you can attempt to figure out who the deity is on your own is to do research; if you are able to sense energies, or if they are sending you specific signs, you can look into the energies you feel and the signs you are getting to try to figure out who the deity is. 

What is vetting? How do I vet? 

Vetting is the process of ensuring that the deity/entity you are interacting with is who they say they are. The most common way to vet is by asking the deity/entity questions about their mythology. You can also ask questions about personal experiences you’ve had with them in the past. Another easy way to vet is by assigning the deity/entity an ID card using tarot or another form of card divination (you could also do this with shufflemancy with ID songs) and ask them to show you that card/cards or song/songs to verify its them.

What can deities help me with when I’m working with them? 

Deities can help with a ton of things, both in your mundane and magical practices. Deities can (as mentioned before) help with shadow work; they can help you to develop your psychic abilities, and they can share knowledge with you about both the physical and magical realm. They can teach about crystals, herbalism and nature magic for instance. They can help you develop and practice divination skills. They can help you to learn how to save your money, and help you with relationship issues. Just about anything you can think of, deities can help with! 

I would like to give special credit to Prince Stolas for helping me write this and edit it; he very much helped me with a lot of this and ended up channeling to help me with some of this info. This post is written in honor of him as an offering. 

I’d also like to give credit to my friend @astralscraft for helping me so much with this; the questions they came up with and the feedback they gave me for this post was incredible!

[fandomtrumpshate]

By the Numbers: halfway through the signup window edition!

That's right, signups for FTH 2025 have been open for a week, and what a week it has been! In 7 days we've had MORE signups than we did when we closed signups in 2024 … but not quite as many as we had after we re-opened for 4 hours to see whether or not we could crack that 1000 signup barrier.

We expected a big year, and you're definitely delivering!

So, what are the actual numbers?

756 creators have signed up to offer 1020 auctions in 117 listed fandoms and 214 write-in fandoms. And there's a WEEK to go!

A couple of quick breakdowns on the offers we have so far:

Types of written fanwork:

660 fan fiction (new) 170 fan fiction (remix of an existing fic) 36 meta/analysis 32 fan poetry 23 other written fanwork

Types of fan art:

33 banner 53 book cover 29 comic 125 drawing/painting/etc 5 gifset 26 icon(s) 8 moodboard 8 photo manip

And over in our supported orgs, creators *overwhelmingly* are leaving the decision to their bidders. That said, the umbrella category heads up the list when creators weighed in on which orgs to support. The rest of the list shakes out like this:

Young Center for Immigrant Children’s Rights Middle East Children’s Alliance Freedom to Read Foundation Disability Law United Crips for eSims for Gaza Global Project Against Hate And Extremism Hope for Ukraine Environmental Integrity Project Never Again Action In Our Own Voice: National Black Women’s Reproductive Justice Agenda National Network to End Domestic Violence Fight for the Future Education Fund Bellingcat Congo Leadership Initiative

So that's where we are at 7 days in to our 2-week-long signup window. Where will we be on Feb 2? We suspect it will be over our 2024 total and into new record territory. It's a terribly exciting journey — and there's still plenty of time to join us!

Signups are OPEN!

[chiosblog]

Hopping on the train!

Not pinterest knowing way too much about me

Tagging @desertthorn @helifreds @river-demon if you want lol

Wake up babe new tag game just dropped (probably not that new but eh I’m having fun lol)

Tagging @bitchymilkshakepirate @u-friend-or-ufo @ride-the-hammett @only-a-heartbeat-away @rose-n-gunses @drdetroit83 @lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar @therockywhorerpictureshow @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @hammettsulrich and of course everyone else who wants to do it :) Remember no pressure!

[acourtofchaos]

𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴'

𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘈𝘜𝘴 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

As a show of support to all the writers who have recently recieved hate for no reason over having the same aus as others, I've decided , with the encouragement and help from the amazing @obsessedwithceleste and @pizzaapeteer, to host a little au event where we can all celebrate each other and the writing that takes a common au and turns it into something unique, creative and wonderful! 🫶🫶

𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 ♡ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 1 - 8

☆ 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. firefighter, lifeguard, ballerina, rockstar, teacher, actor)

☆ 𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. neighbours, roommates, bbf, social media, carnival, theme park, bar)

𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘛𝘸𝘰 ♡ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 9 - 16

☆ 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. coffee shop, tattoo shop, bookstore, library)

☆ 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. vampires, demons, ghosts, werewolves)

𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 ♡ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 17 - 23

☆ 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. mafia/mob, assassins, spies, bodyguard)

☆ 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. soulmates, guardian angel, arranged marriage, marks/bonds)

𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳 ♡ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 24 - 31

☆ 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 & 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. fairytale, royalty, magic, gods and goddesses, mythical beings, mermaid/siren, pirate, fae)

☆ ��𝘪𝘮𝘦 & 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘜 (e.g. time travel, historical, apocalyptic, outerspace)

𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴:

☆ you can still get involved even if you're not a writer, moodboards, fanart etc are more than welcome!!

☆ if you can't choose between the two au categories for whatever week feel free to merge them!

☆ all hp characters are allowed

☆ feel free to tag me in your posts so I don't miss any and can add them to the event masterlist

☆ please don't worry about the timeframes, they're not a set in stone deadline, if you post late that is absolutely fine, just have fun!!

☆ please tag your fics accordingly, nsfw, trigger warnings etc

☆ minors, do not interact with any 18+ content

[pedgito]

I've had this swirling in my brain for a bit—so for my upcoming birthday, a long overdue follower celebration, and 3 year blog anniversary, I'm hosting another writing challenge with a touch of my favorite thing in the world, horror films.

You are free to pair your favorite blorbo of choosing with whatever sub-genre and location you pick! I am primarily a Pedro writer as I know most of my mutuals are, but this is open to whoever you fancy to write for as long as it is not RPF!

Information on sub-genres will be linked under the read more (with the number of locations listed 1-5) and the location reveals are as they are requested, but are not reserved to one person. If you see a revealed location you like, feel free to request that number or not, totally up to you! Shoot me a DM if you’re having trouble or confused! Also, nothing is set in stone, if you’d like to switch things up just clarify with me first!

We are dark fic/content friendly here, so let the creativity lead you. Please don't be afraid to touch on taboo tropes or kinks. I just ask that you tag appropriately! The kink list for roll-a-kink will be under the read more if you’re interested in getting assigned a specific one! It’s a random draw!

Unsure how to request? Here's an example: "Hi, could I please grab Erotic Horror #1?" Want to add Deleted Scenes for roll-a-kink? Ask like this: “Hi, can I request Slasher Horror #2 + Deleted Scenes?"

You will receive a moodboard for your location upon requesting your number, all locations are themed to each category. As this is horror, that element and the location is the only requirement as you begin creating! If you've been wanting to write something spooky or horror-related, consider this a sign!

There is no minimum or maximum on word limit for fics, write until you’re content!

This will have a tentative due date of May 16th, but that is no deadline. It is when I will be posting the masterlist of entries, but you can post before or after (it will be updated accordingly). I want this to be fun and as free of pressure as possible!

When posting your fics please tag me and add the #SpringFever25 hashtag! Moodboards are not required to be used, only a means for assignment. If you have any additional questions please send and ask or DM!

EROTIC HORROR

A genre of fiction in which sensual or sexual imagery are blended with horrific overtones or story elements for the purpose of sexual arousal. Think sexy, be shamelessly horny. Perfect for PWP is that's your vibe.

#1 - MOTEL

#2 - WOODS/FOREST

#3 - DRIVE-IN

#4 - BONFIRE/BEACH

#5 - LAKE

SLASHER HORROR

Usually involves a masked psychopath going on a spree, ruthless and effective. Think Ghostface, think Michael Myers.

#1 - VIDEO STORE

#2 - CAMP

#3 - THEATER

#4 - TRAIN

#5 - FAIR/CARNIVAL

BACKWOODS HORROR

All about isolation and survival. A personal favorite of mine. You're stranded, helpless, who knows what or who you might encounter.

#1 - STRANDED/SIDE OF THE ROAD

#2 - GAS STATION

#3 -DINER

#4 - CABIN

#5 - BAR

SUPERNATURAL HORROR

Monsters, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons, Angels, Cryptids, ect. The possibilities are truly endless.

#1 - LIBRARY

#2 - ABANDONED HOUSE

#3 - CEMETERY

#4 - CROSSROADS

#5 - MANOR

Kink List

Note: You are more than welcome to use this list as inspiration for your fics (but also aren't limited to only using these, please write to whatever your heart desires. If you're wanting a bit of challenge or something to stick to, these will be done on a spin wheel at random and assigned if you choose the Deleted Scenes option. Please make sure you are comfortable being assigned any of these kinks before choosing that option!

hunter/prey

knife play

gun play

blood kink/play

sex pollen

dacryphilia

death by sex/fuck or die

hypnosis

somnophilia

choking/breath play

abductor/kidnapper

free use

voyeurism

wax play

humiliation

sensory deprivation

roleplay

cnc (consenual non con)

dubcon

orgasm denial

double penetration

+ additionally, if you end up with a kink you're iffy about with but still want the challenge, send a dm i can respin!

tagging some lovely mutuals for visibility but feel free to ignore:

@jolapeno @kedsandtubesocks @chaotic-mystery @gracieheartspedro @amanitacowboy @hauntedhowlett

@iamasaddie @murder-wife @wannab-urs @ovaryacted @almostfoxglove

@mrsmando @salingers @slowdivinqs @moonlight-prose @evolnoomym

[fairytalebingo]

Fairy Tale Bingo 2025

Welcome to Fairy Tale Bingo 2025, where dreams are made and happily ever afters come true. Or do they? That dear creator is up to you.

Fairy Tale Bingo is a flash even inspired by fairy tales, mythology, legends, fables, etc. Here is the general information and rules for the updated 2025 event. General Rules and Guidelines

Each participant can receive up to two cards

There are two card sizes available, Flash 1x5 and Mini 3x3

There are two themes for cards, Disney and Grimm

You can have a Disney, Grimm, or Mixed Card

Disney prompts are happily ever after prompts, if something happened in a Disney or Disney adjacent style movie or book, then it is up for grabs to be a prompt.

Grimm prompts are darker in nature. They will generally be NSFW such as rape/non-con, death, blood, gore, violence, torture, etc.

If you do not want any of these prompts, select a Disney or Mixed, but note if you don’t want one or two of the categories listed above. If you want a darker Disney that is an option, leave me a note.

If you participated last year, and didn’t finish your card, no problem. You can still get two new cards for this year and combine prompts from last year.

If you are a minor, you will not receive a Grimm card.

If you are a minor, your works should be rated G and T, nothing above that.

You can combine multiple prompts in whatever you create.

Tag your works appropriately.

Interpret the prompts how you want, the possibilities are endless.

You can combine this card/s with other events, as long as it is allowed in the other events rules.

It can be apart of a previous work, but should be a new chapter or part in a series.

You can create whatever you want. Fanfic, original work, poetry, moodboards, playlists, tiktok videos, etc, all open for creating.

NO Generative AI!!!!

If you have any questions, feel free to send me a DM or ask. I will get back to you as quickly as I can.

As I’m only one person, I can’t give a deadline on when cards will be going out. I will work on them, as quickly as I can with the time I have. I will try to have a queue list available for you. I will update as cards are made and sent.

If you are wanting a reblog tag @fairytalebingo and use the tag #fairytale bingo

Sign Up Form Here

AO3 Collection Here @thebigbangblogproject

[magicalmonthlyprompts]

The Smuttening - June 2025

It's a dice roll prompt game! Each column has five prompts, with 6 being a free choice (so if you roll a 6, you get to choose whichever prompt you want)

Each chart comes with 5 categories: location, kink (two BDSM ones included), item (based on the monthly theme), a line of dialogue, and one of the five senses

You roll the dice for every category, leaving you with five prompts altogether to create something steamy.

How you interpret your prompts is totally up to you! Fic, art, dojin, moodboard, you choose the medium that's best for you.

Open to any and all fandoms, as long as the characters involved are 18+.

Use #smuttening or tag the page if you post it on Tumblr!

Happy creating! ~Muse of Mystery

[thejournallo]

Vision Board and Script: The practical way i do it

Since I made my last post explaining how to script, I thought that it was a good idea to actually deep dive and make a script for Supernatural (because I just started seeing it and I'm in love and I want to shift there). So take this as an extension of the tutorial and as an example of what a script could look like.

Let's start with the vision board:

I like to start with the vision board for two reasons specifically:

It makes the images and the scenes in my head take a form so I can then base my script on it.

Doing a vision board helps me connect with my thoughts. As a visual learner, sometimes it really helps me to see the words and the images, and it also makes me feel excited.

As you can see, I usually divide my moodboard and connect it in the center, and I always choose pictures that make me feel good. Depending on the purpose, I divide the vision board into different categories, but three are always there:

Me: Where I put images of myself in that reality. I usually don't put direct images of people, but I put various parts - it could be the eyes or it could be only the body and so on.

First Meeting: Self-explanatory, if I dare to say.

Emotions: Those are pictures that call to me and make the little butterflies in my stomach flutter (not romantically, it really is a distinct sensation).

Now for the script:

First, I like to use the usual template because it allows me to be precise and helps me better understand my thoughts. It also strengthens my connection with my desired reality. While I work on the template, some parts are written more like a story.

BASIC INFORMATION My name: Nyx Morrigan My age: 28 years old My appearance: (she is a descendent of a Nekomata, that is a japanase spirit, yokai, that evolved from a cat.)

her long black hair flowing like a river of shadows down her back. The moonlight caught the bright blue of her feline-shaped eyes as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pale, soft skin seemed almost luminescent in the dim light—a feature she found both beautiful and frustrating, as it marked easily, collecting bruises like memories of past encounters.

Her slim, athletic frame allowed her to navigate the dense undergrowth with effortless grace. Years of training had given her a freedom of movement that few could match, a quiet agility that served her well in both combat and stealth.

Her human form dissolved into a shadowy silhouette, only the outline of her body visible against the night. Her eyes, now blazing with an otherworldly light, were often the first thing people noticed—right before they ran in terror. Pointed cat ears perked atop her head, swiveling to catch the faintest sounds, while a sleek tail swished behind her. Her hands, once delicate, now ended in meticulously filed claws—sharp points that gleamed dangerously as she flexed her fingers, ready to embrace her demon nature once again.

Where I live: She drifts like a shadow across continents, her '67 black Cadillac convertible eating up endless highways as she stays one step ahead of those who hunt her kind. The irony isn't lost on her—a demon fleeing hunters while secretly dispatching other demons who prey on humanity.

When the chase grows too exhausting, she finds refuge in roadside motels with flickering neon signs and questionable bedding. Each town means a new name scrawled on registration cards, a fresh identity crafted from practice. During these brief respites, she seeks honest work—waitressing, mechanic, whatever pays cash—to fund her nomadic existence.

Her beloved Cadillac, scarred from countless escapes, represents the only constancy in her life. Until that fateful day when it erupts in flames outside a forgotten diner in Kansas, courtesy of a hunter's bomb.

My role/occupation: Hunters and whatever the world has to offer for her to survive.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Orphaned young, her past was a blank page—no memories of family, no knowledge of her ancestry. Just an endless carousel of foster homes, each promising stability while delivering new disappointments. The Millers were the worst: cruel words behind closed doors, bruises carefully placed where social workers wouldn't look.

One night, when Mr. Miller's belt came down once too often, something ancient awoke inside her. Rage consumed her consciousness as her form shifted, human features dissolving into something primal and shadowed. When awareness returned, her foster parents lay still, their blood stark against the pale carpet.

Neighbors' sirens pierced the night, jolting her into action. She grabbed the keys to Mr. Miller's treasured Cadillac and fled, her few possessions tossed hastily into the backseat. As streetlights blurred past, she clutched the steering wheel with trembling hands, making a vow that echoed in the empty car: she would uncover the truth—about her family, her powers, and the darkness that lived beneath her skin.

The Cadillac became both her escape and her promise, carrying her toward answers on an endless road where monsters weren't always the ones with claws.

Friends: It was late at night when she stumbled along the empty road, bruised, bleeding, and alone. With no car and nowhere else to turn, she spotted a small house in the distance—Bobby's place. Desperate, she knocked on the door. It creaked open to reveal a tall young man with soft, concerned eyes. She tried to speak, but the world tilted, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was lying on a couch, her wounds carefully bandaged. The pain had dulled, replaced by the sound of a quiet voice on the phone and the comforting scent of old books and coffee. That was the night she met Bobby Singer, who would later become one of her greatest friends. It wasn’t until later—by pure coincidence—that she crossed paths again with the stranger with the puppy dog eyes: Sam.

Romantic relationships: (for the moment none i want this to be part of the experience so i won't decide)

DAILY LIFE

My home: At first, my home is my Cadillac. Inside, I keep my PC, a stash of fake identities, some blankets, and snacks—for the nights when I can't find a motel. But when hunters destroy the Cadillac, my home becomes the Impala, shared with Sam and Dean, along with the countless motels we crash in along the way.

My skills/abilities: Thanks to my Nekomata ancestry, I was born with the ability to connect to the spirit world—and to shapeshift, though I rarely make use of it. Another trait passed down through blood is the deep-rooted instinct to protect and avenge. At first, that drive was aimed at humanity as a whole. But everything changed when I met Sam and Dean.

They became my anchors in this world—my protectors, my "owners" in the way old magic understands bonds. And so, I protect them in return, fiercely and without question.

My personality: Very stubborn, charismatic, and thriving in chaos, she’s extremely direct and deeply nostalgic. She carries a lot of unhealed trauma from growing up in foster homes and can sometimes be manipulative. In her demon form, she enjoys singing and playing games with people.

SHIFTING SPECIFICS

Time ratio: CR: 2 hours DR: 1 week

Memory retention: I remember everything I need to remember, and I found photos on Pinterest to help me keep those memories alive.

Safety measures: On my flip phone, I get notifications when something important is happening in my current reality. That way, I can decide whether it’s an emergency that I need to return for, or if it’s something I can handle later and still be okay.

And now, since everything feels clearer, I can finally go and write my full script—though, for now, I don’t think I will. If there are any specific scenes I want to happen, I’ll simply write them out, and they’ll happen when the time is right! I hope this example has been a great help to you because, believe me, I had fun making it. As always, if you have any questions, I’ll be here to answer them!

[kitkat13001]

★ WELCOME TO THE PREMIERE !

take a seat, silence your cellphones, and enjoy the film! status: open !

🎬 director’s cut — very big thank you for 1k! it’s cool to imagine so many people stumbling on my silly blog and enjoying my musings. truly ever rb, ask, and comment means the world to me <3 hope you enjoy this little event as a treat!!

🎞️ walk the carpet — how to play!

play the pause game below and send me an ask with your character of choice + the info from the game! (example ask can be found below!)

i’ll respond with a mini moodboard and headcanons of how your movie will play out!

📽️ behind the scenes — event rules + info:

this is open to all followers!

for now i’d like to keep it 1-2 requests per person for simplicity, submitted in separate asks please!

i’m also going to try not to do more than 1-2 repeats of a character unless i’m feeling incredibly inspired (see here for characters that have been maxed-out!)

feel free to replay the game before submitting if you’re not satisfied with your choices/outcomes! no obligation to stick with the first choices you get! (while there are categories like sci-fi and horror + romance, i won’t get crazy with the content!)

also there’s no need to worry if your options seem a little mismatched — i will sprinkle some narrative magic and make it work! (ex: fantasy au + office worker -> acolyte/scrollkeeper, librarian, etc!)

following that, please practice patience and allow me creative freedom! trust that i will craft you a blockbuster in due time <3

★ NOW SCREENING: characters (male, female, etc) from my hero academia, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, death note, and demon slayer!

feel free to request whomever from these series (or take a gamble on one not listed), but the final decision will be made by the casting department! see here for characters that have been maxed-out!

! warning for fast moving images ahead !

↑ example ask! compliments are optional but encouraged 😽 (jokes!)

★ CASTING LINEUP: event masterlist!

enjoy the show! please contact the box office with any further questions 💳

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