#l being a venus fly trap

[marztapatan]

It rains over this dead garden

[aaenvs3000w24]

The lovely muse; nature

I think most of us can remember being a kid and drawing a big flower with five pink petals with a sun in the corner of the page. This common experience goes to show that nature is the purest form of inspiration, the gift of beauty giving us the urge to recreate (Beck et al. 2018, p. 85) . Nature has continued to inspire me far past my days of drawing bright blue skies with crayon-scribble grass, and it remains my muse for the art I create today. 

Plants and sea life have been my main focus of interpretation, I love to apply nature to obscure concepts and play with surrealism. I believe my artistic interpretation of art centres around the gift of provocation, I want to create art that makes people apply their own meanings to it (Beck et al. 2018, p. 85). A personal favourite painting I have made is titled “Keeping you at arms reach”, where I incorporate hands with a venus fly trap. The inspiration behind this was the long stem that venus fly traps grow for their floral organs, far away from their lower chomping mouths. These flowers are kept high, as to not capture any beneficial pollinating insects, ensuring their chance of reproduction. This fact inspired me to think of human relationships and keeping people away from the painful realities deeper down, the things that could drive others away. I feel that this example perfectly encapsulates how I use art to interpret nature, to use an organism with no human expression to showcase human ideologies. 

I believe that using nature as an inspiration for art drives me to be a better interpreter. When a plant such as a pitcher plant inspires me, I learn more about it and explore reasons behind certain characteristics. This curiosity opens new doors to learning, and through this I have more information added to my interpretation toolbag. Having broad ranges of knowledge also makes me more adaptable to various groups of people! Kid that asks how mushrooms grow out of trees? I have learned about that! Adult who wonders if the bird they’re seeing is a crow or a raven? I can give them an annoying amount of information! 

Associating the tangible elements of my surroundings to attach a story/meaning through art makes me happy and aids in my ability to provide interpretation to those around me (Beck et al. 2018, p. 88). Although I do associate my own specific meanings to my art, I rarely share those meanings to others. I prefer to hear what they believe the concept to be, and it makes me so excited when people interpret my art in a way I never would have thought of myself. Thank you for reading, I wanted to leave off with a recent painting I did and possibly hear some of your interpretations!

Beck, L., Cable, T.T., & Knudson, D.M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage for a better world. Sagamore Publishing LLC. 

[pizzaapeteer]

Torn Facade

You are the only one who can see through Enzo’s sweet facade and see the true insufferable motherfucker that he is.

Warnings: Toxic Enzo!; NSFW, fem! reader, one use of y/n and y/l/n, degrading, throat grabbing, swearing, semi-public sex, PiV, fingering, fem orgasm, Enzo is literally just a big asshole in this. Word count: around 4k.

An: This was based off this lovely edit by @finalgirllx that sparked the idea. Also big thanks to all my muts who helped me 💛 Esp @fuckaperioddrama & @slytherinslut0. Pretty diver from here.

You knew it was him. That little fucking thief. That wasn’t a sufficient insult for how you truly felt while you stared down at the torn out pages. In a book you had been once enjoying, a treasure now snatched from your clutches, a prize that was yours and now remained in the hands of an insufferable criminal.

The worst possible timing too, you were just reaching a moment of truth, a massive revelation that would explain all things just for it to be gone. Ripped literally from you. 

Your eyes held a narrowed gaze on the Slytherin boy who sat only meters away, sitting nestled with his own book. Though you knew it was just for fake appearances, a technique of his to appeal to the sweet girls who populated the library. His brow cocks as he catches your agitated expression, a sinister grin flashes only noticeable by you, before he covers it with a mask of innocence to all those around.

Coquettish banter surrounds the room, words spilling from his lips covered in honey, gobbled up eagerly by the many followers. The fools of girls willing landing in the sweet nectar of his venus fly trap. 

Rolling your eyes at his feigned saccharine commentary, and his attempt at being witty, you storm your way over towards him. Thundering clouds growing in your wake at your rising irritation. Ignoring the dirty looks thrown your way, you push through the gaggle of girls. “You really are an asshole, you know that?” Your voice tears through his conversation, sharp as a blade, your glare deathly, shaking the ravaged book at him. “I know this is your doing.” 

Dark brown eyes roll up aloofly, drinking in your exasperated energy, his lip quirk holding back a smirk. He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His tongue darts out slowly, licking his lips as his eyes stare at you with an intensity that holds warning you should be ready for. But within seconds, a pleasant smile replaces his once ornery expression, his gaze moving to the neighbouring female audience. “You’ve clearly mistaken me for someone else, sweetheart.”

The gaggle of geese like gals erupt into a fit of laughter, some rolling their eyes at your little misunderstanding. To them, Lorenzo Berkshire is nothing but a shiny knight of armour. He’s every bit the gentleman, a helping hand. It was all a facade, and you seemed to have been the only one to pick up on it. Enzo knew this. Scoffing under your breath, you slam the book down; it falls open to the shards of ripped paper, turning and making your way back to your belongings. 

You catch the start of disparaging gossip erupting out amongst the gathered girls, mutters about your ridiculous and rude attitude towards sweet Enzo. Your body flares with a heated energy, the temperature sweltering beneath your skin itching, burning in frustration.

The embarrassment you felt being so easily dismissed by Enzo riled your blood, causing you to tear your sweater off in annoyance. Marching down into the thick of the library, scouring the bustling shelves for another copy of the novel you were once immersed in. Ambitiously you look assuring yourself a second print must exist in the ancient library of Hogwarts. 

At your stroppy departure, Enzo watches onwards, smirking at the riled up attitude you're displaying, a deep satisfaction glowing, blooming in his pit. It doesn’t last long as the once betrothed flock of desperate females disperse from around him; the chatter following. His once lively corner now stood still, a silent hum drifting through the air. Enzo drops his feet from their propped position, an anger rising at the realisation you had done this.

Whether or not intentional, you had disrupted his tactical approach and ruined his chances of scoring. Exhaling an exasperated breath, he grits his teeth, frustrated by his growing temper, and hastily follows you into the depth of the shelves. 

He moves amidst the shadows of the towering lumber encapsulating the rows of delicate books, his eyes stalking you with a ferocity intensity. His icy eyes stay targeted on you, burning into the back of your skull with a deadly glare, his mind boiling beyond irritation at your earlier interruption.

He moves swiftly, a cascading rush of water on its quest for more thirst, seeking gratification from you. Watching your unguarded nature walk towards the reading material by muggle born authors, his mind turns with a carnal energy, watching his prey inattentively stumble confidently into the spider's web.

Jolting forwards, you wince at the sharpness of the wood digs into your chest, your hands falling to steady yourself on the edge of the bookcase. The wind is knocked out of you at the force the invader applies to your back, a hot breath snarling in your ear. “Fucking ruined my chances back there y/l/n, all for what, you to whine over how your precious book was destroyed.” 

The quickness in which your heart jumps up your throat is like a bolt of lighting, striking your nerves with a sensation that makes you still. A thumping rings out in your ears, your heart rate increasing at the recognition of his voice and the anger that is laced within his tone.

Any signs of your past frustration vanish, your temperature rising again, but by the close contact between you, his own heat radiating, flowing onto yours. “What did I tell you about interfering with my shit?” 

It doesn’t take an intellect to realise his question is clearly rhetorical. A surge of fear and arousal consumes your body, your mixed emotions clear by the breathy whimper that escapes you. His words are laced with a deep resentment for you, as his fingers grip, digging into the sides of your waist. “I think you’re just needy for attention. Can’t help but be jealous of all my admirers, huh?” 

The rising anger instantly simmers your fear by the cockiness exhaled into your ear. The peak of your annoyance grows at his arrogant blow, feeling the heat of his breath on the nape of your neck. An agitated huff leaves your lips. “You're full of shit Berkshire. I know you ripped those pages out.” 

Enzo chuckles deeply, murmuring back with a sarcastic taunt, “come on now, you think an angel like me would do that.” His hands twist, spinning your body to greet him, his lips pull into a tantalizing grin, his eyes gleam with threat, “why don’t you be a good girl for’me and stop spreading bullshit.” 

Tilting your head, the harshness of his hand as it clenches your chin sends a wave of heat rippling throughout you. His cold gaze studies the candor of your eyes, blown wide with lust, and no room for your desire to hide. The ambiance of the once bubbling library clouds with a spike of anticipation, the growing tension lingers between the two of you. Sliding his hand further back to hold the back of your neck, he doesn’t waste time claiming your lips. 

The kiss was nothing but sweet, as the power of Enzo’s dominating force sweeps through, pressing onto your lips. His tongue pushes demanding entrances which you grant almost instantly, unable to stop yourself melting despite his roughness. Your hands fumble, moving to hold on to any part of him, already overwhelmed by the sensations he makes you feel. 

His lips move, attacking your neck with heated kisses while his hands continue to press you firmly into the bookshelves, enticing small whimpers from you. A satisfied grin is felt, teeth scraping against your skin, his hands maneuvering down quickly and under your skirt. You're in no position to protest knowing how wet you already are, despite your ongoing hatred with Enzo. 

He knows it too. A deep chuckle rumbling in your ear as he manages to slide his hand under your panties, sliding his fingers along your slit. “Wow, no surprises here, already soaking for me like the little slut you are.”

You moan at the pressure of his digits pushing into you, his lips still covering your neck in warm wet kisses. A clear goal set in his mind to mark your body, leaving it displayed with an array of purple scatters. “Can’t even hide your growing desire for me sweetheart, been craving me haven’t you.” 

Shame washes over you, finding yourself tangled in the same old web, the same old tale. Unable to help your wanted longing for him, you involuntarily release another moan, feeling his digits stretching you out. Your body erupts with hot flashes, your hands gripping tightly to his shirt, while you attempt to shoot him a glare. Not allowing yourself to utter a word and give him the satisfaction, but it does little to bruise his ego. 

His eyes gleam with pure delight at seeing you weakened by him again, like a moth drawn to a flame, the corrupted path of a recidivist. “Just so needy for me, aren’t you, angel. going to let me do whatever I want, huh.” His fingers thrust faster, vigorously spurring more desperate moans from your lips. He watches as your feeble glare melts away while you greedily clench around his fingers. “Go on, tell me to stop.” 

His lips curl into a sadistic grin, his eyes bore into you with a delicious intensity that has your head thudding back against the solid wood. Though mostly hidden away in the muggle born section, a small part of you remembers your surroundings as you grow weary of the lingering students around corners.

But you do nothing to stop him, your mouth stuck in the repeated motion of panting breathless moans. His fingers pull, retreating out, your eyes flicking open at the sudden absence of his touch, making you cringe at your pathetic desperation for him. 

He laughs a cold, condescending snigger. Icy fingers brush your cheek tapping your chin up to tilt your head back. “you love this don’t you, can’t even muster up the strength to tell me to stop me.” 

Making haste, his coated fingers tug on your undies relishing in how you naturally widen your legs apart, letting them slide down. He knows how badly you're craving this, despite how he treats you. And it only fuels him more, you’re essentially helping load his gun, you're the one willing handing over the detonator to the explosive that sits within you. “You really do want me to fuck you in the library.” His voice carries out a smugness that makes you want to smother him. 

Shallow breaths hit his chin, your eyes lowering cowardly as any last shards of pride wash away. The notion that if anyone came around the corner they’d see you flushed, with your undies hanging down your legs. A bile taste of shame sits on your tongue at your own desperate desire for this man. A man of many talents, a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

How have you, of all people, fallen deep into the spiraling trap that is Lorenzo Berkshire. Not even the sweet false charms he manipulates people with, but to the true him. It made you feel sick knowing you were willingly allowing yourself to be seduced by the true version of him.

Your lack of response gives him all the answers he needs, causing him to chuckle darkly, tutting, “but I’m not going to, until you beg me. Put those lips to better use and ask me sweetly." His head tilts tauntingly at his dare to you, he already knows you'll do it but adds in an ultimatum. "And maybe I won't leave you here like the pathetic mess you are."

How wrong were you to think your pride couldn’t be shrunk anymore, but it crumbled, swallowed whole in one go at his smug request. Shrivelled up to the size of a spec floating out in space, and he could sense it, a wicked grin spreading, highlighting his gorgeous face. His eyes taint you, waiting for you to give in like you always do, his fingers guide along your skin in a sort of soothing way, but there’s a sense of dominance within their hold. 

At your silence to his request he groans, his patience running thin, fingers hard as iron grip your chin to hold his gaze. His next words slice through the air in a sickening hiss, “so quick to make a scene back there, wanting my attention. And now you hold it all in, sweetheart.” His eyes flash with a sense of anger at having to repeat himself, “So beg me to fuck you, slut.” 

His fingers insert back up into your cunt, a desperate whine pulling from you, fingers instantly soaked in your juices, having grown even wetter from his degrading words. His anger simmers at the realization and he moves his fingers, curling them painfully slowly, another whimper escaping you. Your own body’s patience is shrinking as your mind and pussy fight with defiance. Unwilling to break yet, you utter out a quiet plead, "Berk will you fuck me.” 

Enzo’s fingers still, slipping out, letting the chilled air brush against your swollen cunt his fingers tantalizingly move to rub your clit. “That wasn't very nice, angel. Do it again and say please.” He commands, his lips moving to ravage your neck, nipping a little more aggressively.

He’s enjoying this as he always does, the growing need to hear your words is like a sweet nectar he's craving to have injected into his body. Your submission and desperation is what he craves, what he needs to feel fulfilled.

Your eyes narrow, teeth gritting as he continues his taunting ministrations rubbing your sensitive clit. Despite your desperation increasing to tenfold, you can’t help giving him some cheek, letting out a mocking plea. “Oh Enzo fuck, please I need you, im craving you so badly.” Adding to the effect, you release an overtop pornographic moan a little loud, suddenly feeling your bolder self reemerge. 

The enjoyment of seeing Enzo’s face contorting into a grimace, a darkening scowl adorning his face. “Shut that mouth before I do it for you.” 

Your eyes gleam with amusement, “You told me to beg, I did as you asked. Does that not make you happy, Sir.”

Enzo has no time or appreciation for your brattiness, “Enough.” His hand against your jaw tightens intensely, his cold brown eyes piercing into yours. With haste, he’s grabbing at your tie and stuffing the makeshift gag into your mouth, watching your eyes widen. He smirks in mild amusement at your sturdiness, before he’s pulling his hands away from your cunt and trapping your own hands into the bookcases. 

Swiftly his belt is unlatched, and with a quick tug he’s freeing his throbbing cock, a sharp exhale breathed, hitting the skin of your neck. His eyes shimmer with a craze, feeling his tip sliding forwards, sinking into the warmth of your pussy he releases a deep groan.

The sound of your muffled noises causes him to smirk arrogantly at shutting you up, his brows scrunching, breath ragged as he shifts his hips, rocking into you. "Fuck me...god always such a tight pussy." He murmurs breathlessly.

Your body is inflamed at the sensation, frustration rising at being gagged, though the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside you makes you unable to glare properly. His grip on your wrists burns, your skin pinching harshly as your back is slammed into the wood at his relentless pace. Biting down on the tie at the growth of your climax, he watches, sensing your closeness already. 

“No no, hold that fucking shit. needy sluts like you don’t get to come yet.” His raw tone breathes into your ears as he scrapes his teeth against the shell, the strain clear as the pleasure pulses through him. He can’t get enough of the way your pussy fits too perfectly for his cock. The compelling pull of power itches through him when he watches your eyes squeeze shut, the delicious sounds of your muffling moans in protest. 

Despite not acting originally like every girl falling at his feet, you always eventually did. That was a sweet satisfaction that thrilled him more than anything. “Such a fucking slut, you're so bloody predictable y/n.” He breathes harshly in your ear, kissing hard down your neck. “Just love to be degraded like this don’t you.” 

His hips thrust vigorously, roaming his free hand up under your blouse, groping over the surface of your tits, pulling it free from the confines of your bra. Hands cold and large squeeze at them hastily, kneading his fingertips deep, almost painful into the tender flesh. A loud squeal escapes through the fabric of your gag, nimble fingers pinching at your sensitive buds, sending you into overdrive. His lips gloss over the shell of your ear at the pleasant noise. “Someone’s feeling sensitive. You poor thing.” 

Knees weakening, your muscles wobble on the verge of collapsing at the inexorable ministrations, he pushes your body to endure. Skin burning at every touch of his fingertips, your legs struggle to keep steady, which Enzo notices. Readjusting his hold, allowing your hands freedom from his clasp, he replaces his hold on your hip sturdily.

Fresh oxygen seeps into your lungs at your own removal of the gag, though it’s stolen from you instantly with the claim of Enzo’s hungry lips. A kiss that directs power and control, his tongue forcibly commanding entrance with cogency. 

The warmth that envelops you from his feverish kiss and the devilish toying on your overly sensitive nipples nears you to your breaking point. Your desire, like an overflowing dam threatening to spill as you gasp out babbling in need, “Enzo please i’m going to cum -.” 

He senses your seriousness, groaning at how your pussy clenches his cock tightly, suffocating him till he’s near choking on his breath at the pleasurable feeling. A guttural groan rips from him as he snares in your ear, “Fucking cum on my cock then slut.” You don’t need to be told twice, letting your orgasm pulse through you, your stomach coiling in pleasure. With a soft thud, your head rests on the hardened wood, incoherent moans falling from your lips. 

Enzo watches entranced, eyes glowing with his own ecstasy at seeing you fall apart. Though he couldn’t stand you and your inability to always interfere with his plans, he took great gratification in being the one to wreck you.

The one to push you over the edge in more ways than one, the satisfaction that you hated him for his counterfeit ulterior was just too delicious not too divine when you submitted. Time after time, an abiding loop you were stuck in, a broken record and your luscious moans were the melody that Enzo’s ears itched to hear repeated till the end of time. 

There is little interval between your climax and trying to catch your breath, for Enzo’s hip continuously snaps into your cunt at a brutal pace. Squeezing tightly onto his arms, your eyes plead for him to ease his speed, show mercy on your overwhelmingly sensitive cunt.

But it's Lorenzo fucking Berkshire, and he doesn’t do benevolence. He does the opposite in comparison, instead reaching up to clutch your throat, squeezing it just past gently, to show his dominance. The stretch of his hand fits perfectly around your delicate skin, his fingers curl around the nape of your neck, watching how your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

He shoots you a sadistic grin, cooing, “you look so pretty when your put in your place.” His eyes glimmer with threat, possessively drinking you in a black widow about to eat its mate. You can’t decipher between your thrill and fear, descending further down the rabbit hole of your lust. His eyes shift, closing as he rests his forehead against yours, almost sweetly, his movements becoming jerky and erratic at his own rising climax.

His breath hits you, a heat wave of desire and lust, releasing a deep groan as his hips slam forcibly deeper into you. His body shudders, filling you up completely, his tip pressing tightly into your snug walls before he paints them, his muscles convulsing. 

A wave of ecstasy swells throughout your body, injected deep into your veins as he ruptures inside of you, a sense of fulfilment warming you from seeing him spill over the edge. He stills his breath ragged, eyes still closed while he allows himself a moment. His hand loosens its grip around your throat, rubbing at the skin in a sort of caresses that takes you by surprise. It doesn’t last long before he pulls back from you, a stoic expression gracing his face while reassembling himself. 

Gingerly, you gaze watching him, anticipation creeping inwards for his next move. Stepping back, Enzo takes in the mess he’s made, a beautifully haunting piece on a canvas, the flushness of your cheeks and wideness of your inquisitive eyes. He helps to redress you before reaching above your head to grab a book, though he’s quick to retract the novel out of reach.

Raising it above your head, when he sees the recognition in your eyes and your eagerness to have your hands on it. His lips curling into an impish grin, “Aw you’re so naive, sweetheart, thought it would be that easy huh.” 

At the realisation he will not give you the book you had been seeking, opens the earlier cut of simmering anger, now bubbling threatening to spill over the pot. Eyes narrowed, brows lowering, you stare heatedly at him, crossing your arms with a huff. “What’s it going to take for you to hand it over to Berkshire.” 

Enzo’s eyes lighten at the ease in which you offer defeat. A deep chuckle vibrates out of him. “What do I want? Hmm.” With slowness, he rubs his chin, enjoying driving your patience up the wall. He put some thought into his request, but he needed nothing. Anything he wanted from you he had already taken. No doubt swam in his mind that he’d ever grow tired of taking it. 

“No more outbursts, y/l/n. I want you to remain quiet about my dexterous facade. If you have a problem with me, you can address me privately. You understand?” There's little humor held in his swirling dark orbs, his tone melted down to a frosty blast. 

Your face contorts, processing his words. The idea you couldn’t confront him in public anymore irritated you. It’s not like you ever planned on it, he just found a way to spoil your day and wake the dragon within you. Yet you find yourself nodding, eager to get your hands back on your book and finish your story. He grins, satisfied with your agreement with a shove he’s pushing the book into your grasp. 

He pats your head condensing, “That’s a good girl. Happy reading angel.” With long strides, he’s halfway down the aisle slipping out of the shadows, a disguise resurfacing into the sunlight that seems to now shine down upon him. The wolf draped in sheep's wool camouflaged back amongst the rest of the followers, who can’t tell one side from the other. 

Tearing your gaze from him, a grin widens upon your face, reading over the title of the novel Enzo had originally ruined. Flicking it open to examine the beautiful textures and scriptures, your draw drops in disbelief. You knew it was too good to be true. Why did you think Enzo would be nice? A wave of déjà vu washes over you, staring down at the ripped pages in the new copy, the exact spot you wished to regain. That little shit. 

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[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

[yoongisleftearring]

part one: man-eating venus fly trap

B L O O D & W A T E R

pairing: witch!Leeknow x reader

-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.

a/n: why is tumblr being so weird !! i just wanna edit my posts

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Taglist: @channieboyo @wolfebang @yellowroseskolchek @a-lil-bit-nuts @wondering-out-loud

[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 2 Episodes 5 and 6

(I thought I posted this a week ago but apparently I accidentally saved it in my drafts instead but better late than never)

I finally have the time to watch more I swear this was the most stressful week of my life

Episode 5

-“Breaking The Seal” L E T T E R ?

-I think I’ve been patient enough just open the dang letter before I lose my mind

-“I’ve done terrible things” shoot I forgot he said that is he talking about killing the dragon king or something related to that

-slightly confused about how these kingdoms work, are there multiple kingdoms within Katolis, or are these kings and queens from outside of Katolis

-“it seems I am a crown without an adult, and you are an adult without a crown” !!!!!!!!!

-BOOM GET HUMBLED

-ofc Viren had to make this all dramatic, literally just showing off at this point

-a NEW threat?? Haven’t y’all been at war for idek how many years?? How is any of this new??

-“there are reports of shadows in the clouds, dragons” MORE DRAGONS

-I take it back this room is boring, bring back the special effects

-I can’t tell if the others are scared of the elves or scared of whatever Viren just did

-I was confused why Ezran seems so chill about his father dying but then I remembered that he doesn’t even know, man this is gonna hurt

-“I won’t send my armies to face unknown danger over a two minute speech. I may be a child but apparently I’m the least impulsive of us all. Besides, I hardly call ‘we’ll do what everyone else says’ a decision.” GIRL

-I may as well quote absolutely everything Queen Aanya says because she’s my new hero

-“Sweet words can be more dangerous than hidden daggers”

-don’t mind me just crying over this flashback scene oh my gosh

-“I know you will stand by me through anything” Whoops actually he just stood there as you were murdered and is now trying to kill both your sons

-bruh even baby Ezran is a menace when it comes to jelly tarts

-“why do I deserve this? What did I do except being born with everything?” Harrow buddy you deserve the world

-Viren is a master manipulator and while it makes me wanna hurt him you gotta admit he knows how to get what he wants

-NO POOR BAIT JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED

-dude it looks like Viren actually cared about Harrow a lot what the heck happened to him

-Sarai is literally so awesome why do all the best characters die, this better not become a trend

-Obviously the titan isn’t actually dead idc how dead they think he looks they just went “oh he’s not moving so I’m gonna hammer a stake through him, what can go wrong?”

-Callum and Bait being besties is something I didn’t know I needed

-THE SEAL IS BROKEN I REPEAT THE SEAL IS BROKEN

-fire titan dude is pretty ugly like uglier than I thought he would be

-Venus fly trap looking head

Episode 6

-LETTER TIMEEEEEE

-why did they put this at the beginning I shouldn’t be crying this early in the episode

-they took the dragon egg MONTHS ago??? Did they say this before cause I thought it was like years ago, I’m so confused with this timeline

-IT JUST CUTS OFF???

-YALL BETTER NOT BE MAKING ME WAIT AGAIN TO HEAR TO REST OF THAT LETTER I SWEAR

-oh my gosh I’m freaking stupid this story is how his mom dies isn’t it

-“the injured must be left behind” right when past-Viren earns my respect again he says stupid stuff like that

-“you wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t your wife’s sister” well I don’t see a ring on your finger so how would you know

-“I ask you and your brother to reject history as a narrative of strength, and instead have faith that it can be a narrative of love”

-all these flashback scenes are so cute I just know I’m gonna rewatch the heck outta this episode

-“Rayla, that’s a funny name” it’s literally the most normal name out of every character we’ve met

-The boat guy (I forgot his name so I’m just gonna call him Boat Guy) encouraging Rayla to literally kill people is hilarious

-“I’ve never actually killed anyone”

“Maybe someday! Never give up on your

dreams!”

-“with the heavy heart of the titan, and the additional burden of carrying the wounded” I actually wanna punch him through the screen just the way he said that makes me so mad, like he’s bitter about Harrow not wanting to leave most of their soldiers there to die

-Zym steals my heart all over again every second he’s on screen

-“you can’t control where the river goes, there’s one thing you can know and control, yourself”

-“I want to talk to you about life and growing up and how sometimes there are changes you don’t expect” WAIT IS THAT THE THING CALUM SAID TO EZRAN I THINK THATS THE THING CALLIM SAID TO EZRAN

-“free yourself from the past, learn from it, understand it, then let it go” y’all don’t understand how much I needed to hear this rn

-I KNOW YOURE NOT TELLING THIS POOR GRIL WHAT HER MOTHERS WOULD HAVE WANTED TO GET HER VOTE YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHAT HER MOTHERS WOULD HAVE WANTED

-Viren throwing a baby tantrum the second someone tells him no is hilarious, the child in the room is more mature than he will ever be

-that fact that Harrow gave Callum the cube of all things makes it seem like he knew that Callum was gonna be a mage

-“extra-super-secret-bonus-secret” I love him so much we lost him way too soon

-DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON

[shadyb00ts]

Review: Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

If you were a teenager in the 2010s who listened to alt pop music, you most likely have crossed paths with Marina's music, back when she was FKA Marina and the Diamonds. I first discovered Marina through her sophomore album Electra Heart, which I always thought was a masterpiece of a pop album sonically and conceptually. To this day, that is an album that means a lot to me and helped me through some dark times back in those days.

Since then, I've been obsessed with Marina's discography and there isn't a single album of hers I dislike. The Family Jewels was an excellent debut and really highlighted her creativity. FROOT I maintain was very much underrated and it's probably my second favorite album of hers overall. Love + Fear is... Well, I understand why it's polarizing, considering it is her most commercial-sounding, radio-friendly pop album and probably her weakest in the discography, but there was still something about it that kept me hooked. It was one of my most listened to albums of 2019 because something about the songs, despite them being so basic by Marina's standards, was highly addictive for me.

So when this album was announced, I didn't really know what to expect in terms of her next musical direction. The singles she releases, namely Purge the Poison and Venus Fly Trap, gave me an indication that she was bringing back her signature Family Jewels-era style that is so distinctly her, and for the most part this album did give that quintessential, quirky Marina-ness that I really missed from her.

I reviewed Chromatica sometime last year and in that post I talked about how Gaga sacrificed a lot of her weirdness to adopt a more commercial, generic sound with Chromatica, and I feel like Love + Fear was that for Marina. Like Gaga, Marina is weird, and even though the songs on L+F I thought were enjoyable, they were definitely missing Marina's personality and snark for the most part. I'm pleased that we got to see that side of her come back for this album, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land.

I think Ancient Dreams maintains that energy, because even from the opening title track, you're already taken for a ride. It's such a strong opener and it sets the stage for what the rest of the album is going to be like sonically and thematically. Then she continues with songs like Venus Fly Trap, Man's World and Purge the Poison, and all of these songs consecutively paint quite a clear picture of what she's going for in terms of what the album's about. At least that's what it seems like at first, but then it didn't take me long to notice that this album kind of has a cohesion problem.

(Side note, while I think Purge the Poison is a banger, I always thought the lyrics are kind of like she just Googled "feminism 101" lmao. It's full of a lot of feminist cliches and "daughters of the witches you couldn't burn" energy, but with that said, I can't make the song not bop.)

Marina is normally the queen of cohesion, but it feels like there's two sides of this album, which is kind of hilarious to think about because she wanted to play with the concept of a two-sided album with Love + Fear that ended up sounding very same-y. In this one, it's supposed to be one continuous body of work with only 10 songs, but there's a clear divide between the themes and the sounds. Somehow the concept of L+F worked better for this album despite it not being her intent. It's like this one should've been called Politics + Heartbreak.

Basically in like the first six songs of this album, she's talking about universal topics like politics, feminism, existentialism, independence, etc. But then in the last four songs, she switches gears abruptly and now we're talking about breakups? So it felt kind of jarring to me that the album had a massive tonal shift not only in the overall theme but also in the sound as well, cause most of these last songs are breakup ballads.

Now around the time that this album came out, I was going through a pretty shitty breakup that broke my heart, so some of these songs did tug at my heart strings and made me feel things. Out of all the random breakup songs tacked on, I think my favorite is I Love You But I Love Me More. This one doesn't really count as a ballad since it's a little more uptempo, but it's probably the one that resonated with me the most and the only one I go back to.

Even though I was able to relate somewhat to these breakup songs and had an emotional reaction to a few of them, the critical side of me still felt a little perplexed by this album's direction. Maybe if the tracklist had been distributed differently and the breakup songs were more spread out, I might've overlooked it, but because those four songs were all clumped together at the end, the abrupt change in tone was extremely noticeable.

The highs of this album are the high energy tracks like Purge the Poison and Venus Fly Trap, where Marina's snarky, quirky personality we fell in love with in The Family Jewels and Electra Heart really show through. The first half of this album shines so well and really grabs you, but unfortunately it's another one of those albums that fizzles by the last few tracks. Hell, I'd even say this album would've worked better as an EP with the last four songs removed. They just didn't fit with the rest of it.

Overall, is this album enjoyable? Yes, there's a lot of songs on here (mostly the ones in the first half) that I go back to all the time, cause this woman is still just really damn good at making music. I don't even think I can say that any of the songs on this album are bad, really, my biggest issue is just that it should've been more thematically clear or cohesive. Usually Marina's really good at that.

If you are a Marina fan then you will love a lot of these songs, the ones that are bursting with her personality. If you've never listened to Marina, then you should probably go through the majority of her discography first before you give this one a shot. Like I said, she's not for everyone.

[astronomeys]

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land first impressions

Omg I’m listening to the rest of the album now and uhhhh here’s my stupid reviews as I listen, none of them are smart:

Highly Emotional People: I swear, Highly Emotional People is gonna make me made me cry, these vocals are so gorgeous.... Aaaahhhh I’m so happy to hear more of Marina, this feels so much like classical Marina?!?!?! This is such a beautiful song lyrically, and the crescendo at the end is so well-placed. Sort of reminds me of the vocals for her True Colours cover! Anyway I’m crying

New America: How the fuck am I supposed to just party after the last song SMHHHH not as bad as I thought it was going to be honestly, but definitely another track where it’s better when you listen to it without thinking too much about the lyrics hdsfblhfds. Definitely better about the political commentary than Purge the Poison

Pandora’s Box: This song is so cathartic... A CCCLLLLASSIC breakup song. I love that it’s a bit more on the relaxed side as opposed to the singles, it gives you a chance to breathe. I like that it has quirky TFJ-like lyrics, honestly! It feels genuine, feels good

I Love You But I Love Me More: YESSSSSSS this feels like a lot of the really good LOVE+FEAR outtakes and I’m fuckin living for it, we love reclaiming our sense of self-love after exes do dumbass clown shit and refuse to admit they fucked up!!!!! 2 breakup songs in a row lmao girl are u okay??

Flowers: GIRL FOR REAL ARE YOU OKAY??? WHAT DID CLEAN BANDIT DO TO YOU?????? But also this one made me a bit (crying cat emoji) because I really do relate to that feeling so close to reaching a turning point and being let down again and again and again, and then having to tell yourself that it’s not you and leave the situation

Goodbye: Okay wait Marina for real I think you need to talk to this dude. Some of the lyrics actually made me giggle honestly ashdal “I don’t even have any kids” girl same why did I parent all my exes!!!

Overall impression is that this album was definitely stuff Marina needed to get off of her chest in a way she hadn’t yet approached music, yet it all rang true to her and gave me some feelings of nostalgia for her earlier music. I was definitely not expecting the last half to be a breakup album, let alone a sad breakup album

The last few songs kind of had similar themes and sounds so that was a little disappointing, especially considering Purge the Poison and Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land also had similar sounds. However, I’m super happy to hear her working thru stuff and am glad she’s still sharing that journey with us, and her excitement for the album is INFECTIOUS. I can tell she put a lot of heart and soul into this album in particular!! It’s not as commercial as L+F or EH which is a relief LMAO

I think this album is one that grows on you, if that makes sense. So far, all of the singles have gotten better the more I listened to them (sans PtP unless I just forget the English language when I listen), so I think that is how the rest of the album will be

Favs are definitely Man’s World, ADIAML, and Highly Emotional People (but Venus Fly Trap and I Love You But I Love Me More are very close)

How about u all out there on Marinablr?? What were your first impressions and favs??

[tinyboxxtink]

Build Me Up Buttercup *FINALE*

Note: I am a grown woman, I swear. But I don’t enjoy writing…”smut”. It just creeps me out tbh. I don’t know why, but that’s my line. BUT, I know that you all have probably waited for some sexy time, so I’m gonna do my best. But I’ll tell you right now if you’re looking for some seriously smutty smut, you’re gonna be disappointed. I do better with the floof. 

That being said, I hope you like the ending! Stay tuned for an epilogue, I just really wanted a nice and clean number of chapters. 

Thanks to @wanniiieeee and @chasingeverybreakingwave my biggest fans. <3

Also also I has to include this gif. Idk where it's from but it just fiits with how I felt writing it. So sue me. 😅

The Entire Saga:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Epilogue 

Rafael had come to your room already sans tie and jacket, so you didn’t have much to get off; but damn these suspenders! Normally you thought they were the cutest things, always matching his jacket and tie. But right now, they were standing in the way between you and sexy time. 

You tried your best to smoothly remove them from his shoulders, but then you didn’t know what to do with them. You fondled around his belt while he started kissing your neck, moaning pleasures into your hair. You were trying so hard to focus on getting his pants off but it was so damn hard with this sex god of a man trying to eat you alive. 

“Ay, carino…” Rafael pulled back from your neck to snap off the latches to his suspenders, tossing them to the floor.

“Thanks, those were worse than trying to get off a bra!” You giggled, Rafael’s eyes widened. 

“You’ve undone bras….?” A mischievous grin crawled across his face.

“I’m very versatile,” you gave him a wink, to which he responded with even more voracious nibbling and rubbing all over your body. He kissed a trail down your stomach, undoing your jeans. You moaned in pleasure, bucking against his mouth as he pulled them off.

“Commando, hmmm? My my you are full of surprises, detective,” He said with a devilish grin, rubbing around your opening, which was completely soaked by now. 

“mmmMmMmMmMmM….” You couldn’t form words, which for you was no easy feat. 

“Nothing to say? You’re usually so chatty…” He continued his teasing, the grin across his face growing every second. You still couldn’t speak, only whimper-- begging him to enter you. He ever so slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling and massaging every bit of your walls as he did so.  You responded as he would hoped, rolling your body in sync with his motions, your whimpering growing louder.

“Raff-f-f-f-f-f-f……” You cried, begging him to be inside of you. 

“Yes, carino?” He smirked, quickening his insertions. “What do you need?” 

“Y-Y-You….” you bit your lip, your body started to shake violently. Jesus Christ you were going to come before he even put it in!

“Oh? You need me to do what…??” His voice was soft and playful, though right now all you could think was he was being totally diabolical. His two fingers kept their pace, and then slowly, ever so lightly, he ran his tongue over your slit. 

That was it, you couldn’t help yourself-- waves of climax rushed you, your body flooding Rafael’s mouth, to which he lapped up with pleasure.

“Mmm, carino you taste so good,” He smirked, licking his lips and moving back up towards you face. 

“Come the fuck on man, really? You made the touchdown in the first down!” You scrunched your face, trying to be mad he made you come so fast, but also totally exhilarated because….well because he made you come so fast.

“Oh please, like you can’t revv up for another one, detective? The game’s just started…” he grinned, pulling you into more kisses. You pulled back and paused for a second, he stopped what he was doing when he noticed the look on your face. 

“What? What did I do? Did I hurt you?” He looked around frantically, looking for any sign of harm. 

“No no no, not at all,” You grabbed his face to look you in the eyes.

“Then why do you look like you're about to cry, carino?” He looked at you with those soft green eyes, the eyes that you could get lost in for hours. 

“....No guy has ever let me….go, more than once,” You bit your lip and looked down in embarrassment. He immediately picked your chin right back up and looked at you with complete seriousness. 

“You, are going to ‘go’ as many times as you want tonight, Amor. I promise,” He stroked your hair, wiping stray tears from your face for the second time that day. 

But this time, they were happy tears. It was true, the jerks you usually slept with were all about themselves, as soon as they went they were done. If you had gone before, great. But if not, well nine times out of ten you were in the bathroom finishing yourself off. You’d certainly never had a man put you first, for anything. 

“Now, are you ready for me, because I don’t think I can last much longer without being inside your beautiful walls,” He undid his belt and pulled his member through his boxers. He really did want to do this, but there was no way in hell any part of his clothes were touching that floor. You noticed this and couldn’t help but laugh, nodding a vigorous YES. He smiled and kissed you again, passionately and hard, slipping inside you as he did so. 

If your moaning before hadn’t woken anyone up, it was happening now. Your legs bent and began wrapping around his neck, allowing him to enter you deeper. You lost all sense of time, place, sense, of being-- just pleasure filled your world. You were so uninhibited you didn’t realize your body was responding by wrapping your legs tighter and tighter around Rafael’s neck, trying desperately to get him as deep as you could. 

“....Uh….baby we might need a safe word,” you heard him choking, snapping you back to reality. You instantly released his head from your thighs, a horrified look now replaced your ecstasy face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Rafa! Are you ok?!” You sat up, but not enough to let him outside of you. 

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he growled, plunging back into you. But this time, he pushed you up against the headboard, so when your legs pulled a venus fly trap again they pulled his waist and not his neck. You took the moment to undo your own bra and tossed your lucky t-shirt to the floor. It had done its job, and then some. 

 Rafael resumed pumping in and out of you, massaging your breasts and gnawing at your neck as he did so. Your hands grabbed his back, your nails dragging down it slowly, but very hard. You heard Rafael wince in pain for a second, and you realized you were hurting him again.

“Oh shit I’m so--” You tried apologizing, but his hand clamped over your mouth.

“Don’t you ever apologize to me for enjoying yourself, carino. You hear me?” 

He looked at you very seriously, you bit the inside of your mouth to keep from crying again. You just nodded YES once again, and his face softened back into a smile, now kissing your mouth as he pumped faster. 

You felt yourself getting ready again, the pleasure inside you rising like a fireball. Your moans grew even louder, and you prayed to God the squad wouldn’t burst in the door because it literally sounded like you were being murdered. 

“Ah, ready to go together, mi vida?” He purred, massaging your nipple. Once again speechless, you nodded YES-- He quickened his pace, faster than ever before as you screamed like a banshee, letting go; the second time was even more mind blowing, if that was possible.  You heard him half laugh half moan with completion, as he pulled out quickly and ejected on the bed next to you. Exhausted, he fell back down on your stomach, his boner slowly draining. 

“What was so funny, counselor?”  You raised an eyebrow. 

“I was thinking that any member of the squad could burst in here at any second because you sounded like I was straight up murdering you,” he chuckled, then noticed you staring at him in shock. “What?”

“That’s legit what I was thinking,” you half laughed as well. 

“Great minds,” he smiled, standing up and grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned his groin off, then glanced at the now soaking wet comforter all around you. 

“Well, we sure contributed to the collection,” he chuckled, motioning towards the bed. Your eyes darted around, seeing all the spots from both of your fluids. All of a sudden, this was seriously skeevy. 

“Ewww…..”  You jumped up, grabbing your bra and t-shirt, then moved around to the foot of the bed, grabbing your jeans. You both just stood there for a moment, basking in each other’s afterglow. Finally you looked down at the floor, remembering how you got here.

“What was that?” His voice knocked you back to reality.

“What?” you acted oblivious. 

“That. That look. Where did you go?” he asked; you took a very long pause, debating whether or not to tell him. But if you were going to end up being together, you didn’t want any secrets between you.

“....I need to tell you something,” you bit your lip nervously.

“That sounds serious,”

“Well it kinda is. Maybe. Probably not. But…” you rambled, but he stopped you.

“Just--” he put his hands on your shoulders. 

“Tell me”

You took a deep breath, threw up a hail mary and looked at him with wary eyes.

“....I slashed my tire,” You squeaked. You expected him to yell, or lecture you, but he just laughed. 

“Are you serious?” he continued to laugh.

“Yes! I...we needed our ‘moment’,” you made a face; saying it aloud to someone else suddenly sounded so insane.

“Our moment….?” Rafael was clearly clueless.

“Long story,” You waved your hands dismissively, Rafael was so tired he let it go. He did chuckle again, kissing your forehead.

“That, is probably the craziest thing a girl-- no, anyone has ever done just to kiss me,” He smirked. 

“It was my room mate’s idea!” You exclaimed, not really knowing why that made it any better.

“Well I’m glad they came up with it, and I’m glad you’re nutty enough to listen,” He chuckled again, this time kissing your lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he pulled away slowly, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t tell Liv,” He warned, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I need a shower, care to join me?” You smirked, walking towards him and jiggling your tatas jokingly at him. 

“As tempting as that sounds...I should at least try to get a nap in. If you think I was grumpy this morning, imagine me on less sleep,” He shook his head, pecking your lips.

“And where exactly are you going to ‘nap’, counselor?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m going to lay my jacket on the bed and sleep on it, and then burn it when we get back,” he chuckled, walking towards the door.

“I’ll see you in...5 hours?!” He groaned with a pained expression. 

“Hey, it’s okay…” You held your clothes in one hand and held onto the door with the other, kissing his lips softly as he stood in your doorway. 

“I promise, we’ll stop at a Starbucks the second we see one,” you grinned, his eyes lighting up. 

“Well alright then! I’ll see you then…” he kissed you once more before walking back to his own room. You shut the door and slid down to the floor still naked, ignoring all the diseases you were certainly subjecting yourself to. All you could think about was him, and all you could feel was happy. 

Now if it could only last once you hit that city line.

After your shower, you took every single towel in your room and laid them across the bed, pillows covering the ‘sex’ side. You put your t-shirt back on and crawled carefully into the sheets, almost not caring at this point because you were so exhausted; for many reasons.

Before you knew it, there was a banging at your door. 

“Yo Y/N!!! Rise and shine!!! It’s like 5 till 6, if we’re not at your car ASAP, Liv is gonna murder us all,” You heard Sonny yell through the door. 

“Thanks, Sonny. Be right there,” You yelled back, letting out a yawn. 

You would be cranky, having only gotten maybe 4 or 5 hours. But you were still flying high on Rafa’s sex.

You threw your clothes back on and ran outside towards your car where everyone else was already waiting. 

“Here she is,” Olivia looked at you, then Rafael, then back to you again. 

“....What?” You asked innocently. 

“You came from your own room,” She raised her eyebrows, causing both of you to look at each other.

“Well, duh. Where else would I have been, Sergeant?” You laughed nervously, shaking your head. 

Once again Olivia looked from you, to Rafael, to you again, and this time she smirked. 

“Nowhere...”  She replied just as the tow truck pulled up with a new tire. 

Everyone else looked about as rough as you felt, except Rafael who was beaming. 

“You’re mighty chipper for not having any coffee yet, counselor,” you smirked. 

“Oh, I drank something much more enticing earlier,” he winked, making you blush and hit him hard across the shoulder.

“NO,” you warned, trying your best to be serious but losing wildly as he stared back at you with a tongued smile.

“Alright, you should be good to go,” The mechanic pulled a receipt off his tablet printer and handed it to you.

“You might not wanna make any more enemies here darlin, it looks like someone slashed that tire,” He added as he got in his truck. Everyone turned to face you, you immediately jumped into the driver’s seat of your car.

“We don’t wanna get stuck in rush hour!” You laughed nervously, starting the car. Rafael shook his head with a laugh and got into the passenger’s side, the other four piled in the back once again.

“...You owe me babysitting money,” Rollins whispered into your ear with a smirk. She would be mad, if she wouldn’t have done the same thing to be alone with Sonny. 

The drive home was much less eventful than the day before, your only stop being the Starbucks run you promised Rafael. Sonny had made sure to pee twice, not wanting another lecture.

You felt your chest tighten as you approached a sign reading “WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY”-- Why were you nervous? As if some magic force was going to strike the car as soon as you hit the city line if both of you weren’t in sync with your decision? Why wouldn’t you be? You had been just fine when you left.

And still, you found yourself taking a deep breath as you passed the sign. 

You were still holding it when you felt Rafael’s hand take yours.

“Still wanna do this?” He smiled, looking back at Liv before focusing on your eyes intently. Your breath slowly exited your chest, tears lining your eyes.

“Absolutely,” you grinned, squeezing his hand tightly. 

“Music?” You dropped his hand, going for your phone and opening Spotify. 

“You know it...Buttercup,” He winked, as you hit the song that started it all. 

So build me up buttercup but don’t break my heart…..<3

[spilled-some-blood]

Could you write something between Lawrence x reader in which the reader is put into a trap and John wants Lawrence to operate on them before hand but he can’t bring himself to do it, if this makes any sense at all :/

Makes perfect sense :)

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Pairing: Lawrence Gordon x Reader

Warning: prostitution, mentions of abuse

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He had been standing there with his trusty scalpel in his hand, trying to make himself make the incision but he kept pulling away, he couldn’t hurt her. He remembered why she was being tested, something as stupid as prostitution, but apparently to John, that meant she didn’t need to live anymore.

Her trap was similar to the venus fly trap except she’d have to reach down her throat to get the key, easy enough until John told Lawrence to sew her mouth shut too. Apparently it was supposed to teach her a lesson, but Lawrence just saw it as cruel torture to someone who was just trying to earn a little cash.

Normally for the doctor though, something like this wouldn’t be too hard for him so why was he having so much trouble? Maybe because he saw the wrong behind this trap and that she shouldn’t be tested for something so stupid, or did he actually like her and would feel bad hurting her like he had hurt Adam?

He had noticed that the knock out drug that John had given her was going to wear off soon, he had lifted her sleeve to inject her with more but he paused. On her arms were large red and purple hand shaped bruises, as if someone had been holding her tightly, almost in a bone crushing grip against her arm. Motherfucker!

Lawrence couldn’t say he was surprised though about his findings, sex workers were never treated fairly, more just like objects. 

Would John be mad at Lawrence if he just let her go? Would she be dragged back here onto his table again? Questions and what ifs raised through Lawrence’s mind as he started to question if he should just let her go. He could just say she escaped while Lawrence was out getting more of the knock out drug.

She had started to stir, Lawrence was running out of time to make his choice. He looked over at the fluid bag of the knock out drug that he could turn up to keep her asleep. As easily as he could, Lawrence knocked it over watching the bag pop on the floor and the drug going down the drain on the floor.

He had his plan all together, he would say that he had ran out of the drug and went to get more, and then came back to find Y/N L/N gone and the rack knocked over. Lawrence’s operation room was one of the only places in John’s warehouse that didn’t have a camera so there was really no flaws to Lawrence’s plan, except for one. Would John go after her again? She most likely wouldn’t change her job-

Lawrence ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and started writing on it. When he had finished, he balled it up and put it in Y/N’s closed fist making sure that she would notice it but no one would see it at first glance. Lawrence then left the room already hearing her starting to wake up.

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She read the piece of paper everyday almost hoping to one day know her hero but knowing there would be no way she’d ever meet them. She had escaped the Jigsaw Killer because of this person, without this person she surely would have died, she had heard enough about the Jigsaw killer on the news to know that escaping was no easy task.

The paper sat under her pillow, everyday she would read it to try and understand her savior a little better but she never got any closer to finding them.

Dear Y/N L/N

I’m sorry to say that you ended up on my table, you were picked to be in another one of my boss’ sick games just for something as silly as you needing money to live. You have to run though, move somewhere far away and change your identity or he’ll come back for you and probably with something even more deadly. I know I shouldn’t have done this but I couldn’t let you go through the same torture he put me and another through. Maybe you’ll see me one day in the street, unknown of who I am, but I’ll know who you are and I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that another innocent person wasn’t murdered

Sincerely, Lawrence

Lawrence...

That’s all she had to go off of, Lawrence

She looked away from the paper as she sat on her porch, a blonde man with a cane walked by waving to her with a smile. Y/N returned the smile as she left back into her home.

The blonde man smiled watching her walk into her home. He walked away with a smile on his face, something he had struggled to do for a long time as he thought, “you’re safe now.”

[astrolovecosmos]

The 8th House and Fears 👻 💀

Fear in the 8th house can exist. Sometimes it points to phobias, more often than not it points to fears we want to hide, aligning more with wondering if our fears will make us vulnerable.  * The 12th is more about fears hidden in our psyche while the 8th is aware of what scares us, but isn’t comfortable sharing these fears.

Aries in the 8th: Can fear appearing or being weak. Can fear losing. If we want to label them with phobias possibly Astraphobia (bad weather), Cleithrophobia (being trapped), Traumatophobia (fear of war or injury), or doomsday phobias. This is more so speculation and might be too closely related to Aries “war-like” and “aggression” stereotype which can intermingle too much with Mars. The main point is Aries fears taking down their guard, drowning their fire, and threats to independence. Conflict, anger, and energy to spare creates an inner fear and frustration towards losing control. They may fear losing identity or having their identity shamed or threatened. Fear can be tied to what Aries represents such as the self or leadership.

Taurus in the 8th: We can see fears surrounding the physical realm and taking risks or sudden changes and happenings; like  pteromerhanophobia (fear of flying), taphophobia (fear of being buried alive),  pseudodysphagia (fear of choking), or acrophobia (fear of roller coasters). I’m not sure if those are the best examples, but the main point is physical realm + risks. Also a fear of loss can be very apparent, especially loss of money or possessions. At the core, fear surrounds their security and stability.

Gemini in the 8th: We see fears surrounding inner confusion, getting stuck, facing their negative or dark side, and maybe a detachment or more so avoidance towards confronting fears in general. Phobias such as agoraphobia (fear of situations in which escape is difficult) or cleithrophobia (fear of being trapped) may exist. Paranoia could exist in the superficial realm such as fear of strangers or acquaintances intentions or worry about their impression or if they are well understood.

Cancer in the 8th: We can see fears that have been passed down from their parents/family, a fear of pregnancy is associated, they can fear abandonment, being used, possibly fear rejection, and fear general emotional vulnerability. Water signs in general in this house are known to have a more active imagination/have a heighten sense of paranoia. With Cancer in this house there is a huge desire to control that fear which could help to liberate them, but this will also be a common struggle internally.

Leo in the 8th: There is a fear of control and suppression. They secretly fear others getting the upper hand on them power-wise. They might not respond well to authority. A desire to fight against anyone who might silence them can exist. Fears of appearing vulnerable can exist but more so in that they fear their ego being torn. They can fear being ignored or forgotten about. Fear of authority and fear of disloyalty may be intertwined, some with this placement believing that an uncompromising person is a disloyal one.

Virgo in the 8th: With an Earth sign we see “physical fears” coming up again. With the “health” association of Virgo we could see trypanophobia (fear of injections),  hemophobia (fear of blood), or mysophobia (fear of germs and dirt).  But the more emotional fears, the ones they want to hide have to due with fearing being useless and fearing others finding out their imperfections. There can also be a fear of a lack of structure and understanding. Things that don’t make sense can frustrate them or give anxiety.

Libra in the 8th: We see fears surrounding relationships, especially the relationship with the self. There can be a fear of getting close to others and the risk of losing independence. There is also the fear of “ending up alone”. There is a push and pull between what they want and what they need. A fear of what is “bad, negative” can exist - which on the surface seems normal. But this can be from ignorance or rooted in their original fear of getting close to others and getting close to themselves. An example being they might view anger and fighting, seeing it as something always “bad”. Maybe even a general nyctophobia (fear of the dark). Justice can be associated here, fearing criminals or being criminalized. They could misinterpret someone’s emotional needs or confession as “clingy” or “unhealthy jealousy”.  Within them they can see some of their deeper side or vulnerable side as something very wrong.

Scorpio in the 8th: A lot of paranoia or obsession over their phobias can manifest. More “irrational fears” can surface or more so fears that highlight the underlying issue of lacking control and fear of the unknown, like triskaidekaphobia (fear of the no. 13) or phasmophobia (fear of ghosts). They can fiercely hide their emotional vulnerability, ultimately fearing  rejection, abandonment, and betrayal. With extreme fears can come someone who explores what it means to be brave - facing things that once paralyzed them so that they can grow.

Sagittarius in the 8th: Fears of being trapped, of being held back, being lost, and appearing stupid or unskilled is associated. If we want to talk phobias think of claustrophobia (fear of enclosed spaces). While a lot of their fears surround a threat to freedom, independence, and individuality, it can also be connected to fear of a damaged ego, especially with appearing like they don’t know anything or are foolish.

Capricorn in the 8th: Some physical fears can manifest like acrophobia (fear of heights). A fear of letting go, lack of control, being a failure, facing embarrassment, and having a lack of love or more so a lack of purpose can exist. Facing their fears can be a big challenge. Possibly being taught at a young age that it is best to ignore or suppress what scares them. They can struggle to “take responsibility” over what scares them, especially emotionally, despite this sign’s trope of always being responsible. Having a negative outlook surrounding what threatens them could be a defense mechanism too or relying on practicality and what is dubbed “normal”.

Aquarius in the 8th: We can see uncommon phobias or phobias that involve the collective or politics/government such as dooms day phobias or diving into conspiracy theories. Fear of rejection and having a part of their identity taken are associated. They can also fear being “replaced”. Their fears can cause a lot of mental exhaustion. To protect themselves they may become closed off socially or even intellectually.

Pisces in the 8th House: Hysteria, unpredictable anxieties, and fears that warp their reality may happen. They can fear that others are always lying, other times they fear the truth. They fear emotional pain on many levels from rejection to worthlessness to loss to being alone. They aren’t so much about protecting emotional vulnerability as protecting their sanity or their emotional comfort and contentment. Facing a fear of mortality can exist along with fears of facing reality. Through spiritual grounding and reassurance in their feelings can they face these fears. Pisces’s flexibility and wisdom gives something too for facing fears.

Planets

Sun in the 8th: Fears and phobias can be centered around ego and identity. Fears taught by/passed down from their father can exist. Can fear others' depending on them despite their expression and passion in intimacy. There is a desire to give themselves up completely in relationships but life has taught them to fear this, over and over again. The creative side can give into paranoia about dangers or issues few have ever thought of.

Moon in the 8th: Fear of having children can appear here or pregnancy, fear of loss of family, fear of losing control over family or estrangement can be here. Fears may have been taught or passed down by their mother. Their intuition can warn them of danger easily but also heighten worry. A lot of fears surround jealousy, trust, and suspicion. Fear of a corrupt community can also happen. There is a focus on facing fears of the past. They must face childhood nightmares or rooted pain. Phobias could exist around bad things happening in the home as well. With the Moons strong tie to the ocean, could fear drowning, water, the ocean, fish/marine wildlife.

Venus in the 8th: Possible fear of decision making, conflicts, instability, and fear of wanting. Friends and romantic partners tend to teach them these fears. They want oneness and intense intimacy and can develop possession and jealousy out of their relationship insecurities. May fear dangerous dates or blind dates. Phobias could surround the bedroom or physical intimacy. Could have a fear of choking, harm from exposure, or homelessness. These fears surround the opposite of physical security and comfort.

Mercury in the 8th: Can fear bad things happening in pubic places, especially in places where one learns and communicates like school. Their restless mind can think of many bad scenarios, especially in crowded places like a concert or festival. Fears are transferred through information they stumble upon or seek out. One must watch the type of news or entertainment they seek. Their mind can be susceptible by negative movies, books, or articles. Fear of being misunderstood can happen here. Fear of being mentally bored or really, held back is here. They have an investigative mind that might be fascinated by the dark or occult but needs to be careful of spooking themselves.

Mars in the 8th: With Aries I mentioned phobias surrounding getting hurt - this is even more so associated with Mars in this house. This person fears bloodshed, murder, war, and the negativity of conflict, rage, or dominance. There is a hypersensitivity to the violent nature of the world. They are active in the defense sometimes. Depending on the sign and aspects their own Mars sign can be very intense. Sometimes worrying their own anger will get out of control. Can link survival and winning too.

Jupiter in the 8th: The faith of Jupiter can help this person stand up to some of their fears. Worry can be embedded in beliefs, wondering if they are a good person. Fear of being limited or of scarcity can exist. Can fear corrupt religion, beliefs that harm, or corrupt justice. This person can fear cruel, stifling, and self-interested leaders. There is an association with gaining wisdom from facing their fears. They may grow through self-preservation and self-protection, along with balancing the possible openness Jupiter can bring. Fears can be taught or transferred through the beliefs or philosophies they grew up with or that they hold.

Saturn in the 8th: Fears can be passed down from their father or instilled through an authority figure. Fears loss, death, sickness, possibly aging, financial instability, embarrassment, and failure.  Fears are meant to be shed with maturity, growth, and learning lessons. Fear and an attempt to hide vulnerability is strongly embedded and can keep them back from transformations or emotional bonding.

Uranus in the 8th House: Can fear change or a lack of change. They learn fears by watching others. They can also form fears from being unexpectedly removed or alienated from someone or something. They can fear having their freedom taken away through a controlling partner or even hospitalization or imprisonment. There is also a fear of not knowing themselves. Possibly over defining what they like or who they are because of this tendency. They can have an odd way of facing their fears or approaching their fears. General fear of physical and emotional intimacy can exist. Fear of losing a following, credibility, or even losing their own notes and research is here.

Neptune in the 8th: With the strong tie to water they can fear drowning, the ocean, fast rivers, water much like the Moon in this house. Fears can stem from the "spiritual" - fearing damnation in the afterlife or possibly ghosts. There are many ways to interpret this. Addiction can stem fears or insecurity. This could be their own addiction or a loved one. Intuition and empathy can mean they take on the fears of others. There is a receptiveness to fear which creates a lot of tension BUT can also be the open door to facing and understanding fear. Fear and illusions are tied, by merely seeking the truth they can overcome many insecurities. The healing energies of Neptune are living in the 8th, allowing for intimacy and transformations to help them overcome hiding vulnerability.

Pluto in the 8th: Paranoia and obsession dance when it comes to fears. They have heightened awareness and intuition. Much like how Mars is tuned into the violence of the world, Pluto is tuned into the darkness. Both of these planets share in a worry about the cruelty of mankind. Pluto can symbol a fear of losing control, fear of death, fear of the occult, and fear of the hidden. There is a strong desire to understand, control, and master their fears.

[eurofox]

Finally had a proper listen this week to marinas new album and it's a return to form. Not quite on the level as TFJ or Froot but definitely way better than love + fear.

Ancient dreams in modern land : This is probably my favourite track on the entire album. I like the idea behind the lyrics. And you could have the background music playing in the back of a Sonic CD level and it'd fit in.

Venus fly trap: I took awhile to warm up to this one. But now I've had more time with it its one of the more fun tracks on the album.

Man's world : Again, this took a while to warm up to and some of the lyrics are bit iffy but the music itself is fun

Purge the poison: Probably the most instant track for me, I like a track that moves super fast. Reminds me of bubblegum bitch mixed with savages.

New America : I already posted about this but I really hate it. I honestly think is one of the worst songs she's ever done. If not the worst. The lyrics are very handed and cringe worthy. Like a lot of twitter takes taped together to make a song. And the music isn't very good either.

Highly emotional people : I saw this described by someone else as a mix of Florence and lana. I don't hear florence, maybe lana. Starts slow but the synths at the end are cool.

Pandoras box: my favourite of the slower tracks. Nice melody, pleasant and dreamy.

I love you but I love me more : Classic Marina. Telling someone to fuck off.

Flowers : it's OK. Another slow one. It's listenable but I have to be in the mood.

Goodbye: Again, it's slow paced. It kind of reminds me of Numb the way it's starts swelling towards the end but it's just not as good. It's not terrible though. Just kind of forgettable.

So yeah I really liked this album despite being worried about it after the last outing . Aside from one clunker it's really good and the whole theme she's going for this era is a lot more exciting than L+f.

[abcdosaka]

listened to adiaml. i honestly think this is one of her best albums. didn’t really listen to l+f so i won’t talk about it, but its definitely better than electra heart, maybe same level as froot tbh. tfj is #1 for me i think (idk i go between tfj and froot as my top fav).

for me personally her greatest songs are her ballads/dreamy sounding/piano based songs (and i’m really not a ballad person) so highly emotional people, flowers and goodbye are really standing out to me. i think flowers samples happy which is honestly one of the best songs on froot. goodbye honestly sounds like a song off tfj but like, with a way more mature pov so at the same time it wouldn’t fit on that album at all.

but venus fly trap and purge the poison are also bangers, like damn she’s actually amazing at writing catchy hooks. the vft music video is one of her best mvs too, and the bass guitar on the track is SOOO GOOD it reminds me of froot. man’s world took a little while to grow on me but since it came out in like november i actually ended up liking it a lot, but now i’ve listened to it so much i’m not as into it anymore lol. new america i could take or leave. adiaml (the song) is honestly really good but i don’t think its a song i could listen to on repeat bc the production is too 80s for me, but i LOVEE the prechorus and chorus -- the part where she goes ha! is sooo catchy i love it. i love you but i love me more is a bop too. my absolutely fav is probably pandora’s box though, like the chorus gives me chillsss (flowers is a close second i think).

my current rank (but idk positions 4, 5 and 6 are all kinda equal to me):

pandora’s box

flowers

venus fly trap

purge the poison

goodbye

highly emotional people

man’s world

i love you but i love me more

ancient dreams in a modern land

new america (the only skip and tbh its not unlistenable)

tbh the 1 criticism i have: too short!!! i listened to this way too fast. i do like the themes of this album as well. i do see ppl saying its too on the nose but i really think they’re being overly critical bc like, they’re acting like the lyrics of ptp and man’s world are the worst thing to happen to feminism and its like.....hey.

my thoughts on some lyrics: adiaml lyrics are literal poetry, i love it, the metaphors, phrasing, rhyming etc all sound so good. the first verse of man’s world is soooo good. like i can’t believe people hear this and think it’s not the most big brain shit they’ve ever heard:

i honestly don’t think man’s world lyrics are cringe at all at any point, like she’s being straightforward and there’s nothing wrong with that. maybe the part where its like “if you have a mother, daughter or a friend” bc i can see how some ppl could have an issue but its not that bad to me.

i can see how ptp lyrics are a bit too girlboss but if you actually think about it, venus fly trap is the girlboss anthem, ptp is more like girl power sisterhood stuff. i like vft lyrics better bc honestly who doesn’t love a flex/self confidence anthem like that?? ptp lyrics are delivered soooo excellently tho, singing staccato is one thing marina knows how to do well. i like the lyric about britney though, she was really timely dropping that song when she did.

also this part hits. like damn how does she come up with this shit??????????????? its amazing. i wanna be this poetic.

pandora’s box chorus is my fav tho. like i said it 49203 times but she is a genius. i just like when artists reference greek myths tbh. the humming is really reminding of another song of hers but i can’t remember which one is it rn. maybe hermit the frog? but not really? anyway its just so good.

[kihaku-gato]

OCs their symbolic flowers and the Hoepian floral equivalent

Dusting off old brain notes, cause of a time I’d include/place a “symbolic flower“ for every OC just cause.

Terra- Tiger Lily

“ these flowers are representative of pride. ”

“this particular lily is more often associated with the more aggressive feminine characteristics.“ [x]

While the first line actually works for Terra well (she does hold fondness for her own hard work) I’m pretty sure I chose Tiger Lily for her cause of the latter line way back- though one could very strongly argue Terra might not fit the bill of Aggressive Femininity (idk what that’d even be visually) I’m pretty sure I took the line literally at the time as “a woman who’s strong/aggressive“.

Outside of that I probably chose Tiger Lily cause the orange/black pattern of the flowers match with Terra’s red/black clothes.

“The Tiger Lily is said to mean "I dare you to love me"“ [x] Terra is not really one after romance, yet this feels very weirdly Terra-esque.

Hoepian Tiger Lily (Lilium flareonsis)

“Evolved from the Earth Tiger Lily (Lilium tigrinum), the physical differences between the two are surprisingly few. Found in open woodlands, fields and meadows, it absorbs the sun's rays and converts them into flame magic which is stored in it's bulbs. The flame magic makes the bulbs rather spicy, hence they are a very delicious (but common) delicacy. They are also used to start campfires and bonfires. Although harmless alone, they can be potentially dangerous when growing near the magically impressionable Soul Daisy.” [x]

One of the few species of Hoepian flora to not diverge much from its Earth ancestors (two of the others being Ginkgo macrophylla and Ginkgo triloba from Earth’s Ginkgo biloba). They have a huge morphological similarities with Lilium tigirium and Lilium superbum, but the petal patterns are very different; black spots towards the center alike to L. tigirium but also have stripes widthways nearer to the ends of the petals (a characteristic not at all like any Earth lily species). Also like most Hoepian flora, Hoepian Tiger Lilies do not have green foliage, and instead have red foliage.

Kayla- Daisy

"Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.” [x]

Being that Kayla is considered one of the more innocent and purer characters (at least to a degree) this is not a huge surprise this flower ended up being her flower.

Soul Daisy (Magiflora australis, M. borealis)

[My old excepts on this flower is a bit hefty so let’s make it shorter-] Soul Daisy flowers/seeds are harvested for purified magic- so is often grown agriculturally for mana-based industries. Being the magic in question is in its purest form, it changes/meshes to whatever element/magic that’s in its presence (ex- a breeze could become a strong wind gust due to the magic making Wind Magic) making it potentially hazardous if one is late to harvest fields of this plant.

While an agricultural crop it is not entirely domesticated; the outer edges of Soul Daisy fields develop needles to make a protective barrier in the masses from herbivores.

The flowers look very similar to Earth daisies; a pinwheel of long white petals with a faint blue/cyan stripe that makes a ring when all the petals are together on the flower. If altered by magic Soul Daisy flowers change colour to closely resemble the magic they are changed to. All but 4 of the petals are rounded, the said 4 are spit on the ends, making a mild resemblance to a cross.The stems are black on older growth, while younger growth is a vibrant pink. The leaves are violet in colour and look like rounded fern fronds.

Despite the name “Soul Daisy“ there is not much spirituality involved for this flower when it comes to Hoepian culture. It may be named so cause of the cross pattern, or cause of it producing the purest form of organic magic (like the “soul of magic”).

Unlike Earth Daisies, Soul Daisies also have the symbolism of impressionablility due to the pure magic that so easily changes to the elements around it.

Harriet - Sunflower

“Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty,“

“Various faiths have adopted sunflowers to express a symbol of worship and faithfulness, as in the flower’s faithful dedication to the sun.“ [x]

Harriet is very loyal and ride-or-die for her friends so the former goes without saying. Harriet can be very idolistic towards very beautiful women (like Riivar) so worship might be a lil on the nose. I actually chose Sunflowers for Harriet cause of her sunny attention-seeking disposition, akin to the bright attention grabbing sunflower.

Water Sunflower (Haquanthus volitariflora)

While descended from Earth Asteraceae, this plant has adapted to the ocean and looks like a blend of sunflower and kelp. Sparse in rich sunny aquatic groves, but are in larger thickets/forests (of its own species) in colder/sparser waters. They are grown in some coastal settlements as the oil rich seeds are a food source. They are also a favoured snack for amphibious animals.

While the roots are anchored to the rocks, the leaves and even the flowerheads are full of air to keep the rest of the plant afloat. The large flowers are very resembling of Earth’s Mammoth Sunflowers.

The flower/seedheads are large and full enough of air to hold a small person afloat, though it would be a very bad raft alternative.

Riivar- Forget Me Not

“Forget-me-nots represent long lasting connections that can exist between not only lovers, but also friends. This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything or anyone.“ [x]

Back in her child/teenhood she was head-over-heels in love with Terra, who was Riivar’s first love too. It didn’t work out but she still holds a tenderness for Terra and will not forget that first love.

Memberance Tree (Neomyosotis flexilis)

“A tree descended from the annual Forget-Me-Not plant (Myosotis spp.). They are sexually dimorphic flora; the female plants/flowers stay short and small like their Myosotis ancestors, while the male plants grow into gigantic willow-like trees, which spread their pollen around through the wind. Also like their ancestors they are most commonly found closeby waterways and marshes. On Hoep they have similar symbolism to the Earth Forget-me-not.“ [x]

The stems/wood are a deep purple while the leaves are a dark pink. The flowers are identical to Earth Forget Me Nots.

Riivar has a large tattoo on her back that’s a broken heart surrounded by Memberence tree flowers. It’s multiple layers of symbolic; it represents her first love (Terra) but also represents her remembering her roots she left behind. The broken heart has an additional meaning; her stepping down from her royal heritage.

Demauria- Venus Fly Trap

Sadly could not find an applicable symbolism; I don’t even remember why I chose Venus Fly Trap for Demauria (a more ice/cold thematic flower would’ve perhaps been a better choice). Perhaps I wanted a ferocious plant for a ferocious personality. I may change this if I ever find a better flower to represent her.

Gator Jaws (Lagartofolia dentislux)

“A carnivorous wetlands species that is found in abundance in the country of Swamani, and in lesser frequency outside the country’s borders. They are quite common in unlit rural areas and rarer near urban areas especially if the cities are illuminated at night. It is a plant that has adapted to attract insects for nutrition at night by illuminating it’s “jaws” during dark hours. Light illuminates on the tips of the “teeth” of the modified leaves as well as inside in leaves itself. Like the Venus Fly Trap which it evolved from, it has hairs inside it’s jaws to help detect and trigger the mouth to close and digest its prey while inside. Also like it’s ancestor, it flowers infrequently and younger specimens tend to die after flowering. The foliage colour of Gator Jaws can range from red/purple to green/orange, and it is not uncommon to find an entire range of different coloured specimens in one area.

There isn’t much agricultural or herbal significance for this plant, however it is still commonly used in Swamani to edge along and illuminate major roads and routes so that the paths can be easily seen and used at night. The macrophylla form of the plant is most commonly used for such paths, and is rarely seen anywhere else compared to other Lagartofolia forms.

In some places Lagartofolia is also known as Growlroot, named so for the growling sound that emanates from the roots of the plant when stepped on. The growling is caused by air pockets among the roots which are released out of the ground when the roots are compressed. It is unknown if these air pockets among the roots are an adaption to give the roots oxygen in watery habitats or if they exist to makes the growling sound as an attempt to scare off potential grazers of the plant.”

They greatly resemble Venus Fly Traps, except that the “trap“ is longer and resemble a crocodillian’s mouth, and the “teeth/hairs“ have bioluminescent bulbous tips.

Anne- Protea

“Diversity – The Protea flower is certainly different and it stands out from the crowd. This unusual flower is attracting attention no matter how beautiful the other flowers next to it are. There is simply something beautiful and mysterious about its appearance and it is a perfect gift for someone equally unique.“

“Courage – Gifting someone the Protea flower is also a symbol of courage. This flower symbolizes overcoming obstacles and finding courage inside of you to make a difference in the world. This flower has a very strong message“

Admittedly not unlike Demauria’s flower, Anne’s was also on a mildly mysterious whim. Unlike Demauria’s though, Proteas do have some symbolism attached to them, which also could be applied to Anne. She does indeed stand out from the crowd (though she may not want to), and the courage works as she throughout the story has to get the courage to open up to others as well as to face the Fallen Slayer destiny/responsibility which she is very scared to face.

Molten Protea [new af so no botanical name]

I still haven’t made up much for information/ideas on this Hoepian equivalent. Just that simply it grows exlusively in hot volcanic habitats (lava flows, volcanos, and in rare cases hot geysers). Probably has a visual molten motif similar to lava/magma. Probably blooms or goes to seed after events like volcanic eruptions.

[lunaraindrop]

Quentin’s Mentor (part 4)

A lot of shit happened quickly to Quentin and his friends.

The Beast was gone.

Just like that.

One minute he was terrorizing people, the next? Eaten by Quentin’s pet plant.

All of that fear and angst an-and scary fucking build-up just…dissolved into nothing. 

Very anticlimactic. 

It left everyone standing dumbstruck, not sure what to do or how to react.

It was a little disconcerting.

Oh, and apparently The Beast, the guy that ripped out Dean Fogg’s eyes, was the psychotic voice in Penny’s head, and was trying to kill him at every turn? Yeah, that was MARTIN FUCKING CHATWIN! Martin Chatwin, one of his childhood heroes, was trying to kill him.

What the hell?!

In all honestly, he was not sure how to react to that. On the one hand, why the hell did Martin Chatwin want him dead? Him! HE wasn’t special by any means, so what gives?

On the other hand…holy-fucking-shit Martin Chatwin, THE Martin Chatwin made it his purpose to kill HIM! Quentin Coldwater! Martin Chatwin was *eaten* alive by HIS pet plant! (Which is ironically named after Martin’s sister. That would make for an interesting feminist philosophy paper.)

…was it weird that he felt a little…in awe about all of this? Maybe even a little special? Like…maybe he wasn’t such a screw up and he was a chosen nemesis to the big bad in a story? Because, well, he kind of was? Like, umm, nobody was exactly sure why Quentin was targeted by Martin fucking Chatwin, but he *was* a target. That’s why Jane (Chatwin, not his cat-like purple and blue Venus fly trap) kept telling him to step off the garden path.

Apparently the garden path took offense. 

It was l-like Treebeard and the Ents in Lord of the Rings! Nature fights back, mmm hmm…bitches.

He was just glad nature was on his side. He was on theirs too.

Case in point, this was why he was running through Queens in the middle of the night, heading for a portal in an alley that would take him to the Addams mansion. 

His arms were crossed across his chest, cradling what was hiding inside his maroon hoodie. Tucked up against his sternum was his poor baby plant, Jane. While she shrank back to her original size after eating The Beast, she turned a sickly green-gray and lost some of her vibrant leaves a few hours later. 

After the first few hours of being saved, he was worried that Jane would get a taste for human flesh. He loved her, but he was not about to go on a killing spree to keep her fed. Maybe. No, definitely not. Maybe rob a morgue…?Anyway, Morticia never warned him of anything like this. She just old him to make sure she was watered, fertilized, and had a steady diet of insects and small mammals.

Nothing was ever mentioned about her growing in size and eating a human whole.  

Those went out the window when she kept gagging (well, as much as a plant can sound like gagging), wilted, and changed into such dull colors.

He was concerned, yes, but he was a little to freaked out (and frankly embarrassed) to go to Morticia Addams for help. He had only had Jane for a couple of months, and now he allowed her to eat people and she was sick? He knew Mortica was…an odd lady, but as his mentor he wanted to impress her. She trusted him with this gift…and now he was letting her down.

He decided to ask for some help on campus. Surely someone would know how to help his magic plant.

That turned out to be a big mistake. Just like Alice, nobody could identify what species she was. 

Then Lipsom dropped the bomb: They wanted to study her. 

As in take her away, cut her open, and find out more about how Martin became The Beast.

Margo was angry and cussed Fogg out for going along with this plan.

Penny, who is usually a dick, actually looked really sad and left the room without comment. Kady followed, but not before giving Jane one mournful stare before sneering at the professors.

Alice…was actually on Lipsom’s side. She tried to sympathetically reasoned that this was a perfect chance to learn what had happened, how to avoid it happening again, and that Jane was really dangerous now.

It was Eliot though that was peculiar. Eliot, who probably loved Jane just as much as he did, was stone-faced the entire time. He didn’t stop or hold Margo back, but he also didn’t speak at all. He hardly moved except to pet at Jane’s drooping little head. He didn’t seem to fear that she could snap off his hand.

Neither did Quentin.

Quentin turned to the Dean. “You know what? No. Fuck you, and fuck that! S-she just saved all of our lives! A-and s-s-s-she’s sick because she did! You don’t touch her! 

Dean Fogg sighed and covered his face with his hand.

“I’m going to assume that that literal death trap came from Morticia Addams to annoy me into an early grave. Your precious ‘Jane’ is obviously poisoned by something to do with eating Martin Chatwin. We need to know what. Normally, a large type of Venus fly trap even remotely close to that size would take a couple of days to digest a small animal. Yours won’t live that long. I estimate that she has maybe ten hours to live. You have five to get me what is left of The Beast’s body, or we’re going in for it.”

They tried to call the mansion, but nobody answered. Luckily Fogg, showing he had some heart (even small) told him of a portal behind a diner that take him as far as the front gate. But he also warned Quentin.

“We don’t know how dangerous your plant is. Keep her out of sight, and away from the public’s eye. It’s not my fault if she eats you too.”

Quentin narrows his eyes and lifted his chin in defiance. “Jane would never hurt me, or anyone else really unless they are bad people. I’ll be fine.” With that he stuck her wilting, quivering body safely into his hoodie, close to his heart.

Just before leaving Brakebills wards, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Eliot. Still stone-faced, his eyes showed his distress. Intense hazel eyes locked onto his own as he stepped closer. So close their chests almost touched. Breaking eye contact for a few seconds, he leaned down and placed a lingering kiss over the maroon fabric, just grazing her head and landing softly on Q’s heart. He looked back up at Quentin again and tucked his hair back behind his ear.

“These Addames…do you really think they can help her?”

Quentin shrugged, unconsciously leaning closer to Eliot, being careful not to crush the plant. “I-I think, uh, I hope? She did come from a cutting from one of Morticia’s plants, so there’s a good chance she will know how to help Jane. I really hope she knows how to help Jane.” his voice broke at the end. Eliot carefully pulled him close in a warm, one armed hug.

“Okay. Then go take care of our girl, Q.”

Those words echoed through his brain as he made his way up the long drive.

In front of him stood a giant, Gothic house. Something that looked like it belonged in Jane Eyre or Brideshead, Revisited. As he went to look for some type of buzzer, the gate ominously opened…

[courtgossip]

A Sighting

Mar. 21, 2018

Another movie night update has arrived!

Earlier this evening, a group of informants reached out to us to give testimony to a sighting.

"I think movie night is gonna be held in one of the libraries." Said an eyewitness. "One of the small ones. We were all hanging out at the chateau, and we saw A. and L. We--my friends and I--were gonna go into the library, but there was a sign outside saying that it was closed."

Here, a second informant took over, insisting they could tell it better.

"It's the smallest library, which is what strikes me as weird," our storyteller picks up where their friend left off. "I suppose if it's his first time hosting something like this, he'd want it to be a small affair. But...I wasn't one of the people freaking out when movie night was first announced, right? So I don't know why it being the smallest library is weirding me out so bad. Maybe it was seeing him face to face for the first time. He's...eerie. That's the only way I can describe him, honestly. Sure, he's beautiful--more so than he's been described in the books. But there's this quality he has that's just...you know he's a wolf among sheep."

"It's something that sets him apart," a third informant pipes up here, "I think a lot of it is that we all know what he's done in the past. We've all read the books. But I think even without that knowledge, there would still be this sort of...aura around him. His face isn't blank, per se. But...placid is a good word, I think. Like a Venus Fly Trap before it's triggered."