#[ v; magic in the midnight sun ]

[megamindsecretlair]

Wedding Night

Cross posted from @megamindslair

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! Fingering and oral (reader receiving), p in v sex. Apologies in advance if I offend anyone.

Summary: While you are no strangers to each other, you had just gotten married and are enjoying your first night of wedded bliss.

Word Count: 2,791k

A/N: Decided to stop being a little punk and posted this. This was purely fun for me and I don't see myself stopping. Be gentle with me LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!

You stared out of the nearly floor to ceiling window, looking down at the expanse of Asgard. The sun dipped low in the sky as it was approaching nightfall. Asgard at twilight was about as close to perfection one could get. 

The towering spires reached towards the heavens. Lights began to wink into existence one at a time as people settled in for the night or ramped up their activities for the evening. In the distance, the rainbow bridge shined in a multitude of colors. Ships were hauling into the bays for the end of shift.

Heat pressed into your back. A hand snaked around your curvy waist and pulled you against a wall of solid muscle. “Nervous, wife?” 

Loki’s rumbling timbre sent shivers down your spine. How was it that you’d known this man all your life and were still amazed by the simple sound of his voice? 

His lips kissed the back of your head and then he placed his chin on top of your head. He leaned his right arm against the windowsill. The smell of him, all spice and woodsmoke, was intoxicating. Without magic, he was perfectly capable of weaving a spell designed to make your pussy throb with vicious need.

“Not at all. Just wondering if we should close the window. We don’t want everyone to hear how loud you are,” you said. 

Loki’s answering laugh shook him and in turn shook you, since he stood so close. “Careful, you know what happens when you’re naughty,” he whispered in your ear. He lifted the hand that had been around your waist and pulled your hair back from your face. His soft lips kissed a line from your ear to your neck.

“Naughty, you say?” Your voice was breathy. He couldn’t really expect you to have coherent thoughts when his lips were on your skin. He nipped the bit of your neck where it met your shoulder. He hummed and the sound vibrated on your overheated skin.

The breeze from the window did little to dull your excitement. You had been in this chamber, naked, plenty of times. Playing all manners of games and never growing bored by Loki or what wonders your combined magic could create. But tonight was different no matter how many ways you spun it.

His free hand found your left hand and he brought it up to his face. He placed a kiss on top of your wedding band. It was a simple braided, gold band. He had offered to get you something bigger, flashier, or more obnoxious. But this little band was perfect. 

“I thought you liked when I was naughty?” You asked. 

He grabbed your waist and spun you around. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours with a unique passion you hadn’t experienced in anyone else. His chest was bare showing off his muscles and the way they flexed whenever he moved. He wore loose green pants that rode low on his lean hips. His hair was black as midnight, slicked back, and showed off the angles of his face. “Your reward will be far greater if you’re good,” he said.

“Tell me more about these rewards, husband,” you said, trying the title out. And you liked it.

“Oh the rewards are too many to name,” he said. He shook his head playfully. He sank to his knees slowly, maintaining eye contact with you. He licked his lips as he gathered the hem of your blue dress and lifted it enough to sneak his hands underneath.

His fingers kneaded and rubbed your calves and then the back of your knees. You giggled but were honestly too distracted to laugh properly. He made his way to your thighs and you moaned with the contact.

“For example, good girls are worshiped. They are adored,” he said. He placed a kiss over your belly as his hands slid higher, hooking his long, delicate fingers around your panties. He slid them down your thighs. The thin material coasted with ease and you bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were too high to really be in danger of anyone hearing you, but the thought of it still thrilled you.

You held on to him as you lifted one leg out of your panties and then the other. The wind from the window blew his hair around his shoulders. He was so painfully beautiful. The way he was on his knees at your feet nearly brought tears to your eyes. 

But then his hands went higher, grabbing your round ass and squeezing hard. Squeaks and squeals escaped you as his fingers found all your pressure points. Your hands twisted in his hair as you lightly scratched at his scalp. He hummed in pleasure and tilted his head to rub against your arm.

He rose, your dress riding up higher and higher until it gathered at your waist. Were someone to look up, they’d get a generous view of your ass. Loki leaned down and placed a kiss at your check.

“On the bed. Now.” The gravel in his voice slid along your nerves in the most delightful way possible.

You swung your hips as you drifted over to his massive bed. Truly, it was huge. And it still managed to look tiny in his bedroom. The floor was dark stone and heated by the fireplace burning brightly. There were couches and a table arranged in front of it. On either side of the fireplace, entirely too close for comfort, there were floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with hundreds of books.

Besides the entrance, there were two other doors leading to his walk-in closet (he was a diva after all) and the bathroom. Well, you ought to stop saying “his” things. This room was technically yours as well after the grandiose wedding that was only a few hours ago.

You gather up the dress and place a knee onto the bed. It sank beneath your weight. Being in this bed was like laying on a cloud. You placed the other knee on the bed and then fell forward on all fours, crawling to the middle of the bed. The weight of his gaze excited you, making you clench painfully. 

Once in the middle, you flipped over. Loki stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you. His pants tented with the evidence of his erection. He idly rubbed it as he took in your prone figure. 

Slowly, you dragged your dress higher until the hem reached past your hips. You exposed yourself to him. He groaned as you opened your legs and let him see all of you. 

The breeze from outside battled the heat from inside and flowed over your pussy, alerting you to just how wet you were for him. He waved a hand and the ceiling disappeared, replaced with thousands of stars. 

You gasped. “Loki,” you said. He said your name reverently. Above you, the stars were both close and so far away. There was a spectrum of colors in an arch above you, moving across the galaxy. 

The bed dipped as Loki climbed into it. “Count the stars and you’ll never come close to how much I feel for you,” he said.

“Loki,” you said. He rendered you speechless. What did someone say to such a perfect confession? 

He grinned but it took on a sinister glint. Before you asked, he leaned down on his elbows and rubbed his nose along your slit, breathing you in. He blew a breath across your pussy and you jumped. You were not expecting that.

“Relax, wife,” he commanded. 

“I am,” you shot back.

He nipped at your thigh. “You’re tense. Shall I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed. 

He chuckled and finally, finally, used his tongue to nudge your lips apart and drag his tongue from your entrance to your clit. You squealed from the delicious pressure and fisted your hands in his incredibly smooth bedding. 

He paid extra attention to your clit, playing with the little nub and making you squirm. He grabbed your legs and hooked them around his arms. He forced your legs apart.

“These stay open,” he said. 

“Oh gods,” you moan. He chuckled as he returned to lolling his tongue around your clit. The only thing you saw was his dark hair covering the most intimate part of you. His hair flopped down onto your stomach and thighs tickling you with its softness.  Pressure built up inside you with each succulent swipe of his gifted tongue. When he wasn’t so busy being a mischievous little punk, he apparently had other wonderful uses.

Gods, you were close. So close…he stopped and you growled. He chuckled and kissed your thigh, leaving a wet spot behind. Your cheeks burned knowing that evidence of your own arousal was on his mouth. 

He flipped his head back, his hair flipping out of his face. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“You seem to be confused about who's in charge here,” he said. He shook his head as if he were chastising you. He crawled up your body, molding his body next to yours.

His fingers took the place of his mouth, dipping one finger inside you and pumping with abandon. You leaned up, not necessarily because you wanted to get away, but because it felt too fucking good. You were on edge already and his finger kept up a steady rhythm inside you.

He added a finger and you moaned. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged. He hummed. “That’s my girl,” he groaned. Your legs opened wider of their own accord. You needed more.

The only sounds in the room were your panting and moaning and the wet suction of your arousal around his fingers. You bit your lip as you focused on the pleasure spreading through your body. He used his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit on every up-slide of his fingers. Then he curled his fingers inside you.

“Loki,” you gasped. You nearly cried as the pressure became too much. The pleasure was too much. Your legs shook as the first wave of your orgasm took over. You pushed at his arm. It was too much.

“Do you want me to stop, wife?” 

You shook your head. You muttered something, but didn’t know what. Unholy sounds left you as your orgasm shook you to your core. He talked you through it, continuing to stroke you as you floated down back to your body.

You cracked open your eyes and were momentarily struck dumb by him. He was half leaning, half sitting up so his head was framed by the illusion of stars he erected. Before, he used his magic for small things. Cheap tricks and cruel pranks. But now, he wove entire illusions that were nearly indistinguishable from real life.

His eyes glowed in the soft light. He was made for the stars. He was an entire galaxy contained in a beautiful man. 

“Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked. 

The excited squeal you uttered should be embarrassing, but he only smiled and withdrew his fingers. You missed them already and poked out your bottom lip. He licked his fingers as he stared at you, dipping one and then both inside his mouth to clean every last drop of your arousal. 

He closed his eyes as he savored it and then glanced back at you. “Delicious,” he whispered.

He leaned down and kissed you. His lips moved expertly over yours, licking your lips so that you’d open for him. You’d deny him nothing as you opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. He bit your bottom lip and the sharp pain was smoothed over by his tongue.

“Now who’s being naughty,” you said.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug. You sat up in the bed and got on your knees to match his stance. 

You grabbed the band of his pants and tugged hard until his cock sprang free. He helped you disrobe him until he kneeled before you in all his naked glory. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed until he dropped onto the bed. He arranged himself into a comfortable position, placing one arm around the back of his head. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but you only smiled.

You straddled him, moving your dress out of the way until you were able to slide skin to skin. As you held it, it disappeared in your hands exposing your breasts and belly. A ferocious gleam lit up his eyes as he brought his warm hands up to palm your breasts. He rubbed and squeezed your sensitive nipples between his fingers. 

“I will never grow tired of seeing all of you, feeling all of you,” he said. He pinched one nipple which sent a shot of desire to flood your pussy. 

You leaned up and grabbed his cock, stroking it once and then twice before sinking down onto his generous length. You both moaned at the same time, both reveling in the way he filled you completely. 

Loki bucked his hips, which made you lean forward. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. His hands roamed up and down your back. You kissed him, deeply and passionately. And then you started to move. 

You moved slowly at first, loving the gentle glide of his dick inside you. You couldn’t help the gasps or the whimpers. Loki’s hands grabbed your waist and helped stabilize you as you moved quicker, bobbing up and down on his cock. 

“Oh…oh gods,” he muttered.

You could die a thousand times if it meant you’d hear those sounds coming from his lips just once. His desire only drove yours upward. You leaned back, riding him. You tried to focus on his face, on the dark desire in his eyes, but you felt too good in the moment. 

A tempest was set loose in your veins. Your blood sang with pleasure. Your magic finally unfolded and light shot from every pore on you. 

“That’s it, my darling,” he said. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving deeper into you. Light refracted off of every shiny surface in the room. You tried to direct it, but you were too dizzy with pleasure. You felt wanton and over-joyed. Dating sex was far inferior to married sex.

The light from your magic mingled with Loki’s illusion of the cosmos. Your beams shot into the sky as if they were wayward comets. Your light streaked across the ceiling, flowing in and around the cosmic illusion he created. Your magicks intertwined and you felt him on a physical and cosmic level. It was as if your magicks touched each other’s souls.

Your orgasm rolled over you, heaping waves upon waves of bliss. “Come with me, husband,” you managed to mutter before shaking uncontrollably.

A moment later, Loki joined you. Hot jets of come spilled inside of you as he moaned so loudly, he shook with the effort. His face was contorted somewhere between ecstasy and torture. His eyes were pinched close and his mouth was slightly open on a halted sigh.

You shivered so badly that your teeth chattered. That orgasm was more intense than anything else you had experienced. The light in your veins slowly retreated and thinned until winking out completely. He rubbed your arms, your back, and anywhere else he could get his hands on. He grounded you as you recovered from your orgasm. 

He whispered sweet, loving messages in your ear as he held you close. He called you beautiful and stunning, smart and sweet, he called you the most precious creature in all of existence. You giggled tiredly as he talked silly nonsense in your ear. You focused on the cadence of his words. His words rumbled in his chest and as you laid on top of him, you felt every word.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of you. His come slipped out of you as well and you moaned from the sensation. He conjured a warm wet towel to clean you off. He conjured a new one for himself. 

When done, you snuggled up in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you idly rubbed it, marveling at the way your smooth copper skin contrasted with his pale skin. He rubbed your arms and used his free hand to play with your hair.

Sleep pulled at you but you fought it, not wanting the night to end. 

“Sleep, wife. I’m not yet done with you tonight,” he said. He kissed your forehead. 

You fell asleep with a contented sigh, wonderfully eager to get up and do it all again.

There's more Loki to love! The Secret Loki Files

[ohsunnyboy]

anything but right | park gunwook ˚₊‧⁺˖

park gunwook has bewitched your heart and enchanted the court. but everyone else seems to know that, except you.

TAGS: slight fantasy au, royalty!au, royal guard!gunwook, royal!reader, gn!reader, forbidden love sorta, mage!gunwook

A/N: quite a big style change bc i wrote this at like 2am, v self indulgy metaphor and imagery barf haha read twice for full effect

WORDS: ~600

Park Gunwook is ash and joy.

He takes your hand and spins you round. Through it all, you can taste it, the burn and heat of his radiance. He dips you and your world lurches to what he sees: the devil on the floor.

He laughs, and it looks like he has swallowed the sun...

It ends like this.

"Care to dance?"

Park Gunwook is dressed like everything righteous in the world. First and foremost, he is a soldier of the royal guard, he is loyal to his people, and he will respect the crown.

And do everything but address you by your title.

"Never." But he smiles and it's a stupid one. You want to order it gone, like a stain on sheets or a mage caught on the streets. Nevertheless, Gunwook's grin persists, and his hand still holds out.

"Even if I ask nicely?" he murmurs, and you can feel it. It burns you from the inside out as he leans low, talks low and promises a high that you'll never forget. There's nothing nice about him apart from his smile and the way his eyes crinkle when he does. Every word a mage can say is a curse, and each one they utter is binding.

Warmth, pure warmth tries to convince you to break down your guard. What took years of lessons and verse to cement, wants to come melting away in a blaze of Gunwook’s aftermath. Something about him calls to you and it trembles.

A breath, a glance, you want to wait and stare into his eyes. Drink him in when you know this is anything but right.

"We can't, please." When you say it, it scalds as you sputter it out. It hurts you both just as badly.

You want to step away. Nothing good will come about this, it burns but it's true. It would be all eyes, greedy and ravenous, on you two. The floor is a deathtrap of swirling dresses and coattails like adder tongues. Gunwook can part this sea with a step onto the floor but clear it entirely with another hand in his. You have seen him do it too many a time; take the hand of another and smile like he had caught prey, before twirling them away into the midnight.

(Envy, you don't want it, but it's envy that tears you to this and leaves you undone.)

It takes a hand and a devil to make a deal. And all the court will know by the time you step onto the floor.

I am the heir¸ you scream inside. You cannot do this, but how can you pull back when the noise in your ears is of a thousand cries. Gunwook steps closer and you have always known it, but you see it now, the pull around him, warping and pulling you in. Maybe it's the magic, latent in the air, when time doesn't freeze but it clambers and slips as you feel it happen.

Gunwook grabs you by the arm and bows.

"Your grace," and it's said with a reverence that awes and completely warms you. "May I please have this dance?" The music crescendos but all you can hear is the crash of your heart.

Days, years, and it feels like centuries, he has passed with you in the disquiet of this damned castle and these rotten people. Gunwook always held you warm and radiant, with a smile that would never put out. Long nights, spent listlessly in your study, or short days when you watched him train, muscles working under the winter sun.

(He never felt the cold, and you never wondered how, only knew why.)

Park Gunwook is a mage—and a knight—and this is forbidden—dreamt about—in every book—fairy tale—you know.

To hell with this.

It begins with ash and joy.

for context about the au click here! feel free to like or reblog if you found it interesting ⭒ masterlist

[faeryclown]

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Thanks for tagging me @apricotdeer 🥺🤍 Sorry for taking so long. I actually couldn't decide bc I had SO MANY no-skip albums that I kept changing my mind 😭 Tagging @padawanton @highway-stars @iidsch @darkwehl if you feel like :)

🎧 album info/track recs/favorite lines under the cut

💭 Lucid Dreaming by Say Lou Lou

Fav Track: Wilder Than the Wind ↳ We'll ride the night / Every second is like I'm dying here with you

🔮 The Magic by Lola Blanc

Fav Track: The Magic ↳ But I can't find it so would you please / Enchant me? Give me a potion / For my devotion to the emotion

🪽 Saved by Now, Now

Fav Track: SGL ↳ Starry-eyed / I was young and undone / But I could have died / With you there in the sun

🌙 Threads by Now, Now

Fav Track: Prehistoric ↳ It may be different now, but the pattern won't wash out / Covers up our eyes, leaves us knots and severed ties / We follow new lines

✨ Midnight Machines by Lights

Fav Track: Follow You Down ↳ So just call me, you know I will be waiting / For you as you walk towards that redemption sound / You know I'll be the stillness when you're shaking / And when you fall overboard, I'll follow you down

💗 Love & Desire by MYZICA

Fav Track: Endless Love ↳ Run with me following the stars above / Running free forever in an endless love / Run with me

🍒 Summertime by Luna Shadows

Fav Track: Cherry ↳ 'Cause darling if you call me, I’ll come running / Just let me turn out all the lights in the dead of night / 'Cause I'm, I'm your lovely / Burning for my turn to be your one and your only / Ready for your eyes, sweet on the inside by your summertime

💀 We Don't Stop by Aly & AJ

Fav Track: Good Love ↳ So I keep waiting to touch somebody / Keep you closer on my body / To love somebody /To kiss somebody

💫 MY GOD! by Tessa Violet

Fav Track: song without a title ↳ Left my love in idle, song without a title (Here I go again, take it back what I said) / It's not love (Again, again, again) / (Never gonna play with fire) / It's just what you get (My god, my god) / Tell myself I hate you, tell myself we're made to (All my love) / Fall in love and fall apart (My god, my god)

[wafflesinthe504]

The Dragon Prince Headcanons

Lemon Tea: What are mornings like with them?

Janai/Amaya

After they finally admit they like each other and start dating mornings between the two of them are gentle even if communicating in the beginning is rough. In the beginning of their relationship Amaya often has to write to talk. She often leaves teasing notes for Janai in the morning as she gets up to check on her troops. Janai usually wakes up a few minutes later once the sun has fully risen and gets a good laugh at whatever note Amaya has left her.  After they’re both done with their morning duties and responsibilities they’ll sometimes go back to their tent and have some breakfast together before facing the rest of the day ahead of them. In the beginning either Kazi or Gren would accompany them sometimes to make communicating easier.

Rosehip tea: How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

Rayllum

Callum truly is a romantic at heart. His romance style ranges from traditional to very cheesy. As soon as Callum and Rayla start to date he finds himself constantly drawing Rayla in different poses and situations. One of his favorite drawings of Rayla is one that shows Rayla sitting in the meadow in Silvergrove with the moonlight shining down on her with two fuzzy creature sitting one her shoulders. Its one of the moments where Rayla looked truly peaceful.

Rayla tries to be romantic, but things doesn’t always go as planned. She finds that she’s better at the more spontaneous moments of romance than trying plan something out weeks or months in advance. She likes to bring Callum to new spots in Xadia, different festivals, and back to her village. Rayla knows how much Callum loves learning about and experiencing different cultures so she always tries to make sure includes interesting tidbits of information while showing Callum around. Additionally, she starts carrying around a magical lantern that originated from the Sunfire elves that lights up with a bright flame at night. This is to help when Callum decides to capture landscapes and portraits of people at night. It doesn’t hurt that it also gives off enough heat to keep warm during the winter.   

Janaya

Janai is extremely romantic. She loves planning dates and excursions for her and Amaya. For the wedding proposal Janai planned it out nearly down to the minute for months in hopes of getting everything right. Janai knows that Amaya doesn’t need all of the wining and dining but she just loves doing these types of thing for her fiancée because of how deep the fire of her love runs. Sure Janai has dated before but none of them have made her feel as loved, safe, and cared for like Amaya does. So Janai does her best to make sure Amaya knows how much she loves her.

Amaya isn’t nearly as romantic as Janai, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t show her love for her fiancée everyday, it just happens in the quieter moments of their lives. Such as in the mornings when she wakes Janai up with a few kisses anywhere and everywhere she can reach or at night when she drags Janai to bed when she’s burning the midnight oil with no end in sight reminding her even a queen needs sleep. On the nights when Janai simply refuses or can’t sleep Amaya brings her a few snacks and offers any help that she can give.

Rooibos Tea; What’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Callum and Rayla’s favorite thing to do together is traveling around to different parts of Xadia and Katolis along with the other human kingdom. Rayla loves to show Callum all of the rare and interesting places in Xadia. She loves teaching him about the different customs and traditions that are apart of the moonshadow elf culture and Callum loves learning about it just as much. Rayla loves that Callum is always willing and ready to learn something new whether its some part of history that Rayla thinks is particularly interesting, to learning about the different creatures and plants, or even just something as mundane as a book that she read as a child. It’s the same vice versa Callum loves teaching Rayla about traditions and customs in Katolis and the traditions and customs there. He really enjoys explaining how humans manage to do certain tasks without magic. Callum also enjoys telling Rayla about the different sports that they have. They also find themselves in much funnier discussions talking about what a pinky is for and what having horns is like.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Rayllum Both Callum and Rayla have terrible sleep schedules. Its a simple fact. Callum often finds himself drawing and reading late into the night. Rayla is restless and has a hard time getting herself to stay still long enough to really allow her body to relax enough to fall asleep. Oddly enough though they both start to have a semi regular sleep schedule when they find themselves going on adventures. This is at least partially due to the fact any of their adventures tend to include a lot of running away from things or having to trek extremely long distances. It doesn’t hurt that during these trips that they sometimes find themselves on other side quests helping people they encounter along the way. As a result, by the time they are finally able to slow down and find a safe place to rest for a while their bodies are ready to give in to the appeal of sleep.

[hunting-songs]

DISNEY PRINCESS AESTHETICS Bold what applies. Italicize what sometimes applies.Repost don’t Reblog. 

i. SNOW WHITE.  a cottage in the woods. humming while they clean. trusting too easily. wishing wells. lips as red as blood. seeing monsters in the shadows. the smell of freshly baked pies. blood red apples. childlike innocence. birds chirping. seeing the good. building friendships. laughter in the garden. getting lost in the woods. laughter among friends. 

ii. CINDERELLA. clock striking midnight. dancing in the moonlight. delicate heels. grand entrances. pumpkins. high-ceilinged ballrooms. courage. kindness. sweet smiles. soap bubbles. satin gloves. lavender blue. crystal chandeliers. grace under pressure. running down the stairs. losing their shoes. dramatic confessions. rags to riches. strength through humiliation. dreaming of freedom. 

iii. AURORA. soft kisses. grace and beauty. true love’s kiss. seraphic song. romance. flowers in their hair. spinning wheels. long naps. rose petals. fairies. a dreamer. dancing barefoot. collecting berries. jewel eyes. love at first sight. soft femininity. the sound of rain against a windowpane. befriending forest animals. the prick of thorns. secret meetings. falling in love with strangers. 

iv. ARIEL. collecting seashells. saltwater. the ocean breeze. defiance. carriage rides. sun kissed skin. waves splashing at your heels. adding to their collections. fish out of water. losing their voice. stumbling on their own two feet. the youngest child. restless tides. chasing their dreams. secrets coming out. sacrificing everything for the one they love. the sea breeze ruffling their hair. 

v. BELLE. head stuck in a book. a stolen rose. seeing the beauty in all things. horseback riding. dreaming of more. provincial towns. grand ballrooms. adventure. inventive mind. freshly baked bread. warm eyes. pressing flowers between book pages. shakespeare’s sonnets. powder blue ribbons. loose tendrils framing your face. chipped teacups. sunny cafes. the rustle of pages. breathless pleas for more time. 

vi. JASMINE. sneaking out. disguises. magic carpet rides. kisses on the balcony. midnight strolls. rich fabrics on skin. silk flowers. taking a leap of faith. basking in the sunlight. lounging felines. the ache of loneliness. magic carpet rides. releasing doves. travelling the world. golden palaces. sapphires. lavish celebrations. expensive tastes. living a life of privilege.

[omegaremix]

May 28, 2022.

The opportunity to attend Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary presented itself pretty quickly. Tickets were released for sale four weeks before the show and I grabbed them right away. I missed out on both Sacred Bones’ 10th shows because of nine months of stay-at-home recovery and now their 15th was a chance to redeem myself.

The build-up was getting heavier as the show drew closer. I had anxiety like never before waiting to attend a New York City show. The 28th came and it started on a dim, greyscale note. Long Island had a string of wet days with Saturday no exception. Rain arrived at the Central Islip station before I had with no telling when it’d stop - if it did. Halfway from my home station to Woodside did the storm subside to nothing.

By the time I transferred from the 7 line to the Q39 bus had the clouds open up to welcome in the blinding basking sun and matching sweltering humidity. The Q39 raced, whipped, and turned wide all throughout Sunnyside and ultimately Maspeth to drop me off in a dense neighborhood of hazy, white 75*F temperatures. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar yet dense neighborhood. I walk a few blocks into a suspiciously silent area of shackled-up factories, closed warehouses, and shipping centers closed for the weekend; all by myself not knowing or worrying about any rogues waiting in the wings to start trouble. I drew closer to the new activity of open businesses, moving vehicles, and the pedestrians walking through the gauntlet to the Knockdown Center.

Nothing that I could ever imagine would conjure up a would-be dream-state that would become a magical reality.

I was in New York City (Queens) associated with preferably some of the best people in attendance. Surreal dreams I’ve always had now become a reality. The way showgoers sat outside the Knockout Center felt like I was on another college campus. People sitting on the floor silently observing Constant Smiles play as the rays peeked through during sundown. A hypnotized crowd witnessing Anika and Spellling’s mesmerizing performances. A super-colorful closing set by Black Marble, and a sit-down lecture about time - at a music festival? Whether Sacred Bones gamed it themselves or by sheer coincidence, this event had some unusual moments that made for a truly unforgettable experience.

The next day’s opening shift was in the back of my mind; more apparent as midnight approached. Regrettably, I leave the Knockdown Center a little earlier than desired and hitched a ride to Woodmere’s train home and guarantee six hours of sleep. I’m stunned. Bedazzled. My mind is processing the last five hours of what just happened. I’m organizing and interpreting the swirl of feelings, the sights, the colors, the sounds, the crowd, and the happenstance of everything that unfolded as I wait for the rail’s arrival. I take a seat facing direction to the Jamaica stop where I had only one minute to race and take the double-decker train’s upper-lever seat for the rest of the way home.

Spring is over. Summer has officially started.

Offset, The: Spectacles: “Colour”

Smile, The: “You Will…”

Aeges: “Who Are You”

Black Dresses: “Angel Hair”

Iguana Moonlight: “V”

Antonio Sanchez feat. Nine Inch Nails: “I Think We’re Past That Now”

Better Living: “Kid”

Ritualz: “Reintegration”

Feels Fine: “Washed Out Blue”

Doc Hammer: “Commanche”

Kaputt!: “Highlight!”

Grimes: “Shimigami Eyes”

Muslimgauze: “Qom” (edit)

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Totally Unicorn: “Filmed Before A Dead Audience”

Dead When I Found Her: “Dry Bed”

Beauty Pill: “At A Loss”

Savak: No Blues…”

Kaputt!: “Parsonage Square”

JK Flesh: “Urge”

Luca: “Undertow…”

Pink Siifu: “Wayans Brothers”

Alchemist: “Broken Bottles”

Henry Mancini: “Men’s Room Rock”

Principe Valiente: …

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

A Number Of Names: “Sharevari”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

100 Proof: Aged In Soul…

Kaputt!: “Accordion”

Kae Tempest: “Salt…”

[astarab1aze]

➥ Black Magic Woman

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Lady Nagant   [ My Hero Academia ] 04. Voice Claim. Erica Lindbeck

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. [ Redacted ] 02. Alias. Rivyn, Revyn, Rivy, Revy, R, Pepper 03. Sex. Female 04. Gender. Female 05. Age. [ Redacted ] 06. Birth Date. [ Redacted ]   (but she's an Aries sksksk) 07. Blood Type. Sub-type V-HAB- 08. Race. Vampire & [ Redacted ], American by nationality ; Unclear ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Widowed   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Demisexual   [ Heteroromantic ] 11. Residence. She lives beneath Cedric and Claire's manor in New York state, in the cellar, where all her shit is.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Rivyn has a mop of choppy shoulder-length black and teal hair, sans a long, thick braid comprised of her underlayer, fading black to teal, shiny and soft to the touch. Her eyes are heterochromic, with her left eye being gold and the other bright red, framed by long lashes. She is ghostly pale, though paradoxically seems more alive than some of her other vampiric counterparts, a faint scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose but otherwise unblemished. There is a black mark in the shape of a hand on the nape of her neck that spreads upward onto her scalp, as if grabbing the back of her head, and it serves as proof of ownership by the Red Hand. Her body is very...tightly wound, springy, like a viper constantly ready to strike, and nearly always on display in some fashion. Lots of skin showing, outfits skimpy, lots of buckles, leather, latex, stylized combat boots, generally her spin on vampire goth, etc.

13. Equipment. She generally keeps only what would aid her in a fight, such as her custom Sako TRG 22A1 rifle, range of silver alloy & magic-infused rounds, tungskin vials, explosive powders, silver-plated tactical knife, her malachite & bloodstone palmseal, several infinite pockets, compact mirror, Bottled Blackwyrm, and a cellphone. 14. Occupation. She maintains employment as a hand-picked Red Hand security specialist trained by the Morteatum International Private Security firm - this means her job doesn't really stop at security, as she is often tasked with quite a bit of dirty work... By this same token, she is secretly working in conjunction with the Montgomery twins and Keres Morteatum to bring down the Red Hand. 15. Job Performance. Highly valued, impossible to replace, in both positions. 16. Parents. [ Redacted ] 17. Siblings. [ Redacted ]

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Long walks on the beach, midnight, dawn just before the sun rises, the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, freshly-baked anything, pina coladas, petrichor, reading, privacy, baby bats, and really...not much else. 19. Dislikes. Most aspects of vampire culture, vampires, Sanguinarians, Keres, Claire, pointless sacrifice, the smell of blood, being a vampire, the concept of eternal life, that she can't eat real food, cigarette smoke, bloody delights, reliance on human blood, spider lilies, water, people who think they're smarter than her, being touched,

20. Positive Traits. Deadly accurate. Considerate. Well-mannered. Respectful. Generous. Sympathetic. Self-questioning. Protective. Effective. Sentimental. Gentle. 21. Negative Traits. Closed off. Distrustful. Emotionally unavailable. Workaholic. Impersonal. Distant. Unforgiving. Secretive. Blunt. Indifferent. 22. Goals. Like Keres, to dismantle the Red Hand and put an end to the Sanguinarian chokehold on vampires as a whole - but her reasons for doing so are different. She doesn't wish to usher in a new world of mutualism or peace where yet another Montgomery gets to play-pretend on Night's Throne, she wants to get her enemies out of the way so she can see to a world without vampires in it. 23. Desires. [ Redacted ] 24. Alignment. Chaotic Neutral

25. Personality. In terms of demeanor, she comes across as incredibly cold, almost statuesque, but with a sullen, somber air about her. She is a woman in unspoken, long-held grief, though she uses it as motivation to achieve her truest goals, using this image in part as cover to better hide them (as much as she hides herself, which is ironically predicated on the Vampiric Stoicism Principle). She is covetous of her secrets and cannot be readily known, distrustful of any and all, including the only vampire she gets along with in truth. There is an anger in her that is cold- and long-burning, smoldering within her, but just as she is likely to burn others, she is capable of warmth. Slow, cautious, gentle warmth, all buried beneath thick layers of agonizing loss and honed steel. She is stubborn and oftentimes sharply tongued, but if given the chance, she might fall to her knees. Above all, she is tired, and alone, and hateful of all those who turned her into a monster. Without hope, cynicism and lies her only friends in a den of vipers.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Affinity, Talent, etc.

26. Affinity. Light & Necrotic - her ability is so fine-tuned, she is one of the few vampires capable of daywalking. 27. Shapeshifting. No transformation abilities whatsoever. 28. Utility. Ritual magic, alchemy, poisons, healing, leeching, daywalking, sealing, illusions, divination, Dispel, hexes, curses, herbalism, barriers, exorcism, cleansing, blessing, and enchantment. 29. Specialization. Holy, Summoning, and Possession - of the Necrotic and Light affinities; Paradoxically turned with the ability to wield opposing affinities, she was chosen to serve among the Red Hand's elites for this reason and thusly honed finely as a conduit for either. 30. Graduate School. Night's Cathedral - one of the eleven nightfolk schools in North America, focused on the education of vampires only and specifically ; This school is well-respected among vampires as an institution, the arbiter of vampiric education, but is simultaneously a churner of extremely dangerous Red Hand agents 31. Classification. Turned/Lower Vampire, Night's Paladin ; Lower vampires are a class of non-noble vampire generally bearing lesser strength or mastery over themselves, their appetites, and magical inclinations, but the circumstances of Rivyn's vampirism are miraculous in themselves as is one of the very few vampires capable of wielding Light as an affinity, thus making her a prime candidate for the militant / espionage arms of the Red Hand - graduate of Night's Cathedral as its Paladin, under oath and everything.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

Her early life is entirely [ Redacted ].

She was married to [ Redacted ] and had [ Redacted ], unrelated to the internal or external goings on of the Red Hand. Her village was beset upon by [ Redacted ] in the year 15XX, under [ Redacted ]'s express command, in search of, offically, lost cargo and the traitors responsible for it. This occupation quickly turned sour and resulted in a weeks' long [ Redacted ], furthering an already vicious cycle of [ Redacted ] between the [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ]. [ Redacted ] tragically perished in the [ Redacted ], crushing her spirit, and by the end, the Red Hand arrived with offerings of aid to the injured and burials for the dead. In exchange for this help benevolently given to her people, the woman now known as Rivyn traded her fealty and service to the Night.

The Red Hand fed, clothed, educated, and housed Rivyn, often adapting to her specific needs in order to raise her to her best and keep her at her most comfortable. [ Redacted ] until her most unique and valuable of affinities were revealed, scientific fascination born anew due to the qualities of her [ Redacted ], the promise of a new age on the horizon - the ability to [ Redacted ]. And with grace, she offered her [ Redacted ], a new life for her saviors in return for her own, and with respect and gratitude, she was baptized in Night Eternal, blessed with immortal life.

Many [ Redacted ] took place between her gift and her turning alongside rigorous training and education in the ways of the Bloodweaver's Paladium, subject to bodily [ Redacted ] and mental [ Redacted ], testing her limits for candidacy as a vampire with express consent and recipcrocal interest. When they'd taken of the [ Redacted ] she had so kindly given, she was then blessed. Following her turning, however, yet more [ Redacted ] were performed in an effort to further test her limits both physical and magical, and she was frequently exposed to [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ]. This was to doubly ensure her ability to adapt and survive in the Night, to best prepare her for her role as a Paladin in the service of the [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ] families.

[ Redacted ] oversaw much of the [ Redacted ], and were thus the orchestrators of her second chance at life among them. The Red Hand had long endeavored to propogate her continued life and growth as a general rule, generous and kind in their efforts to assist a kindred spirit, and the more they gave, the more she offered in return.

Over the course of many centuries, Rivyn had become a formidable and highly prized addition to the Red Hand and vampire society as a whole, despite primarily operating in [ Redacted ]. As of this filing, Rivyn is [ Redacted ] and permanently employed by the modernized Morteatum International Private Security in accordance with the United States Department of Regulatory Sorceries' specifications.

[megamindslair]

Wedding Night

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! Loki x Blackfem!reader. Fingering and oral (reader receiving), p in v sex. Apologies in advance if I offend anyone.

Summary: While you are no strangers to each other, you had just gotten married and are enjoying your first night of wedded bliss.

Word Count: 2,791k

A/N: Decided to stop being a little punk and posted this. This was purely fun for me and I don't see myself stopping. Be gentle with me LOL

Wedding Night

You stared out of the nearly floor to ceiling window, looking down at the expanse of Asgard. The sun dipped low in the sky as it was approaching nightfall. Asgard at twilight was about as close to perfection one could get. 

The towering spires reached towards the heavens. Lights began to wink into existence one at a time as people settled in for the night or ramped up their activities for the evening. In the distance, the rainbow bridge shined in a multitude of colors. Ships were hauling into the bays for the end of shift.

Heat pressed into your back. A hand snaked around your curvy waist and pulled you against a wall of solid muscle. “Nervous, wife?” 

Loki’s rumbling timbre sent shivers down your spine. How was it that you’d known this man all your life and were still amazed by the simple sound of his voice? 

His lips kissed the back of your head and then he placed his chin on top of your head. He leaned his right arm against the windowsill. The smell of him, all spice and woodsmoke, was intoxicating. Without magic, he was perfectly capable of weaving a spell designed to make your pussy throb with vicious need.

“Not at all. Just wondering if we should close the window. We don’t want everyone to hear how loud you are,” you said. 

Loki’s answering laugh shook him and in turn shook you, since he stood so close. “Careful, you know what happens when you’re naughty,” he whispered in your ear. He lifted the hand that had been around your waist and pulled your hair back from your face. His soft lips kissed a line from your ear to your neck.

“Naughty, you say?” Your voice was breathy. He couldn’t really expect you to have coherent thoughts when his lips were on your skin. He nipped the bit of your neck where it met your shoulder. He hummed and the sound vibrated on your overheated skin.

The breeze from the window did little to dull your excitement. You had been in this chamber, naked, plenty of times. Playing all manners of games and never growing bored by Loki or what wonders your combined magic could create. But tonight was different no matter how many ways you spun it.

His free hand found your left hand and he brought it up to his face. He placed a kiss on top of your wedding band. It was a simple braided, gold band. He had offered to get you something bigger, flashier, or more obnoxious. But this little band was perfect. 

“I thought you liked when I was naughty?” You asked. 

He grabbed your waist and spun you around. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours with a unique passion you hadn’t experienced in anyone else. His chest was bare showing off his muscles and the way they flexed whenever he moved. He wore loose green pants that rode low on his lean hips. His hair was black as midnight, slicked back, and showed off the angles of his face. “Your reward will be far greater if you’re good,” he said.

“Tell me more about these rewards, husband,” you said, trying the title out. And you liked it.

“Oh the rewards are too many to name,” he said. He shook his head playfully. He sank to his knees slowly, maintaining eye contact with you. He licked his lips as he gathered the hem of your blue dress and lifted it enough to sneak his hands underneath.

His fingers kneaded and rubbed your calves and then the back of your knees. You giggled but were honestly too distracted to laugh properly. He made his way to your thighs and you moaned with the contact.

“For example, good girls are worshiped. They are adored,” he said. He placed a kiss over your belly as his hands slid higher, hooking his long, delicate fingers around your panties. He slid them down your thighs. The thin material coasted with ease and you bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were too high to really be in danger of anyone hearing you, but the thought of it still thrilled you.

You held on to him as you lifted one leg out of your panties and then the other. The wind from the window blew his hair around his shoulders. He was so painfully beautiful. The way he was on his knees at your feet nearly brought tears to your eyes. 

But then his hands went higher, grabbing your round ass and squeezing hard. Squeaks and squeals escaped you as his fingers found all your pressure points. Your hands twisted in his hair as you lightly scratched at his scalp. He hummed in pleasure and tilted his head to rub against your arm.

He rose, your dress riding up higher and higher until it gathered at your waist. Were someone to look up, they’d get a generous view of your ass. Loki leaned down and placed a kiss at your check.

“On the bed. Now.” The gravel in his voice slid along your nerves in the most delightful way possible.

You swung your hips as you drifted over to his massive bed. Truly, it was huge. And it still managed to look tiny in his bedroom. The floor was dark stone and heated by the fireplace burning brightly. There were couches and a table arranged in front of it. On either side of the fireplace, entirely too close for comfort, there were floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with hundreds of books.

Besides the entrance, there were two other doors leading to his walk-in closet (he was a diva after all) and the bathroom. Well, you ought to stop saying “his” things. This room was technically yours as well after the grandiose wedding that was only a few hours ago.

You gather up the dress and place a knee onto the bed. It sank beneath your weight. Being in this bed was like laying on a cloud. You placed the other knee on the bed and then fell forward on all fours, crawling to the middle of the bed. The weight of his gaze excited you, making you clench painfully. 

Once in the middle, you flipped over. Loki stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you. His pants tented with the evidence of his erection. He idly rubbed it as he took in your prone figure. 

Slowly, you dragged your dress higher until the hem reached past your hips. You exposed yourself to him. He groaned as you opened your legs and let him see all of you. 

The breeze from outside battled the heat from inside and flowed over your pussy, alerting you to just how wet you were for him. He waved a hand and the ceiling disappeared, replaced with thousands of stars. 

You gasped. “Loki,” you said. He said your name reverently. Above you, the stars were both close and so far away. There was a spectrum of colors in an arch above you, moving across the galaxy. 

The bed dipped as Loki climbed into it. “Count the stars and you’ll never come close to how much I feel for you,” he said.

“Loki,” you said. He rendered you speechless. What did someone say to such a perfect confession? 

He grinned but it took on a sinister glint. Before you asked, he leaned down on his elbows and rubbed his nose along your slit, breathing you in. He blew a breath across your pussy and you jumped. You were not expecting that.

“Relax, wife,” he commanded. 

“I am,” you shot back.

He nipped at your thigh. “You’re tense. Shall I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed. 

He chuckled and finally, finally, used his tongue to nudge your lips apart and drag his tongue from your entrance to your clit. You squealed from the delicious pressure and fisted your hands in his incredibly smooth bedding. 

He paid extra attention to your clit, playing with the little nub and making you squirm. He grabbed your legs and hooked them around his arms. He forced your legs apart.

“These stay open,” he said. 

“Oh gods,” you moan. He chuckled as he returned to lolling his tongue around your clit. The only thing you saw was his dark hair covering the most intimate part of you. His hair flopped down onto your stomach and thighs tickling you with its softness.  Pressure built up inside you with each succulent swipe of his gifted tongue. When he wasn’t so busy being a mischievous little punk, he apparently had other wonderful uses.

Gods, you were close. So close…he stopped and you growled. He chuckled and kissed your thigh, leaving a wet spot behind. Your cheeks burned knowing that evidence of your own arousal was on his mouth. 

He flipped his head back, his hair flipping out of his face. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“You seem to be confused about who's in charge here,” he said. He shook his head as if he were chastising you. He crawled up your body, molding his body next to yours.

His fingers took the place of his mouth, dipping one finger inside you and pumping with abandon. You leaned up, not necessarily because you wanted to get away, but because it felt too fucking good. You were on edge already and his finger kept up a steady rhythm inside you.

He added a finger and you moaned. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged. He hummed. “That’s my girl,” he groaned. Your legs opened wider of their own accord. You needed more.

The only sounds in the room were your panting and moaning and the wet suction of your arousal around his fingers. You bit your lip as you focused on the pleasure spreading through your body. He used his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit on every up-slide of his fingers. Then he curled his fingers inside you.

“Loki,” you gasped. You nearly cried as the pressure became too much. The pleasure was too much. Your legs shook as the first wave of your orgasm took over. You pushed at his arm. It was too much.

“Do you want me to stop, wife?” 

You shook your head. You muttered something, but didn’t know what. Unholy sounds left you as your orgasm shook you to your core. He talked you through it, continuing to stroke you as you floated down back to your body.

You cracked open your eyes and were momentarily struck dumb by him. He was half leaning, half sitting up so his head was framed by the illusion of stars he erected. Before, he used his magic for small things. Cheap tricks and cruel pranks. But now, he wove entire illusions that were nearly indistinguishable from real life.

His eyes glowed in the soft light. He was made for the stars. He was an entire galaxy contained in a beautiful man. 

“Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked. 

The excited squeal you uttered should be embarrassing, but he only smiled and withdrew his fingers. You missed them already and poked out your bottom lip. He licked his fingers as he stared at you, dipping one and then both inside his mouth to clean every last drop of your arousal. 

He closed his eyes as he savored it and then glanced back at you. “Delicious,” he whispered.

He leaned down and kissed you. His lips moved expertly over yours, licking your lips so that you’d open for him. You’d deny him nothing as you opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. He bit your bottom lip and the sharp pain was smoothed over by his tongue.

“Now who’s being naughty,” you said.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug. You sat up in the bed and got on your knees to match his stance. 

You grabbed the band of his pants and tugged hard until his cock sprang free. He helped you disrobe him until he kneeled before you in all his naked glory. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed until he dropped onto the bed. He arranged himself into a comfortable position, placing one arm around the back of his head. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but you only smiled.

You straddled him, moving your dress out of the way until you were able to slide skin to skin. As you held it, it disappeared in your hands exposing your breasts and belly. A ferocious gleam lit up his eyes as he brought his warm hands up to palm your breasts. He rubbed and squeezed your sensitive nipples between his fingers. 

“I will never grow tired of seeing all of you, feeling all of you,” he said. He pinched one nipple which sent a shot of desire to flood your pussy. 

You leaned up and grabbed his cock, stroking it once and then twice before sinking down onto his generous length. You both moaned at the same time, both reveling in the way he filled you completely. 

Loki bucked his hips, which made you lean forward. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. His hands roamed up and down your back. You kissed him, deeply and passionately. And then you started to move. 

You moved slowly at first, loving the gentle glide of his dick inside you. You couldn’t help the gasps or the whimpers. Loki’s hands grabbed your waist and helped stabilize you as you moved quicker, bobbing up and down on his cock. 

“Oh…oh gods,” he muttered.

You could die a thousand times if it meant you’d hear those sounds coming from his lips just once. His desire only drove yours upward. You leaned back, riding him. You tried to focus on his face, on the dark desire in his eyes, but you felt too good in the moment. 

A tempest was set loose in your veins. Your blood sang with pleasure. Your magic finally unfolded and light shot from every pore on you. 

“That’s it, my darling,” he said. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving deeper into you. Light refracted off of every shiny surface in the room. You tried to direct it, but you were too dizzy with pleasure. You felt wanton and over-joyed. Dating sex was far inferior to married sex.

The light from your magic mingled with Loki’s illusion of the cosmos. Your beams shot into the sky as if they were wayward comets. Your light streaked across the ceiling, flowing in and around the cosmic illusion he created. Your magicks intertwined and you felt him on a physical and cosmic level. It was as if your magicks touched each other’s souls.

Your orgasm rolled over you, heaping waves upon waves of bliss. “Come with me, husband,” you managed to mutter before shaking uncontrollably.

A moment later, Loki joined you. Hot jets of come spilled inside of you as he moaned so loudly, he shook with the effort. His face was contorted somewhere between ecstasy and torture. His eyes were pinched close and his mouth was slightly open on a halted sigh.

You shivered so badly that your teeth chattered. That orgasm was more intense than anything else you had experienced. The light in your veins slowly retreated and thinned until winking out completely. He rubbed your arms, your back, and anywhere else he could get his hands on. He grounded you as you recovered from your orgasm. 

He whispered sweet, loving messages in your ear as he held you close. He called you beautiful and stunning, smart and sweet, he called you the most precious creature in all of existence. You giggled tiredly as he talked silly nonsense in your ear. You focused on the cadence of his words. His words rumbled in his chest and as you laid on top of him, you felt every word.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of you. His come slipped out of you as well and you moaned from the sensation. He conjured a warm wet towel to clean you off. He conjured a new one for himself. 

When done, you snuggled up in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you idly rubbed it, marveling at the way your smooth copper skin contrasted with his pale skin. He rubbed your arms and used his free hand to play with your hair.

Sleep pulled at you but you fought it, not wanting the night to end. 

“Sleep, wife. I’m not yet done with you tonight,” he said. He kissed your forehead. 

You fell asleep with a contented sigh, wonderfully eager to get up and do it all again.

[tastic-in-its-finest]

Strike Midnight

Ao3

For the @tss-october-ghostwriters event, the prompts transformation, full moon, midnight, ancient, and a little bit of magic were used :)

Warnings and tags: Minor violence, tw blood, mentions of murdering/killing, and animal attacks

Summary: To improve an imperfect world, he does what needs to be done. Roman, a human, hunts the feral and out of control monsters in his path while sparing the misunderstood, along with his twin brother Remus.

However, it's hard to hunt a werewolf when it turns out to be your own brother.

Written by: @tastic-in-its-finest, for my lovely Giftee @edupunkn00b

...

He searched every corner and crevice yet couldn’t find it. Roman checked almost every burrow, climbing many trees of the dark and deep thicket of the forest to survey the area. He knew he wasn’t trying as hard as he should. He wasn’t desperate enough to cannonball into a lake just yet. Yet the ancient bracelet he was trying to find seemed unreachable.

He was given instructions by Janus, a snake deity, of which surrounding area to look, and bribing them with the sweet ‘rewards’ to come with it.

He could try to enjoy the rewards, if not for him, then for his brother Remus. He didn’t hate the Janus, harboring only a slight dislike for him since he’d met him, but they bonded over theater and a love for drama. And he wasn’t about to let his brother down, who was enthralled with any ideas Janus had in mind, even if they were clueless of their prize.

He took a short break to wait for the impending sunset, in the middle of a semi-open clearing with rocks nearby, he could mentally hear Janus scolding him. Where is he meant to find this anyway? Janus didn’t tell them too many specifics to find the bracelet; like a key hidden under a rock.

Well, what did he have to lose?

Looking under one, two, three stones, and the fourth, much larger and stuck in the ground. He pulled harder, and harder, before it popped out and he almost decked his beautiful face. It isn’t stuck to mud however, a shiny silver pendant, or bracelet somehow found itself lost. The bastard who stole and threw it away knew where to hide it. It was the exact description he needed.

“Eureka,” he whispered, drying the wet and dirt, wearing the ancient bracelet, golden, fabulous, the smell of metal grazing his wrist, quite charming, preparing to speak with Remus about his discovery.

A hesitant twig broke close, near one of the large bushes. Roman felt eyes prying the back of his head. He wanted to think Remus was attempting to scare him, poorly, but Remus knew better.

The handle of his sword proved a sturdy grip, seethed in his lightweight holster for now, he waited.

“Show yourself!” He yelled, as he swung his sharp sword out and a fast figure tripped him down, standing unfazed in front of him dark and stormy. A sharp face he found all too familiar these days.

“You.” He pointed his sword, finding the means to pull himself up while looking at the unimpressed emo nightmare, V, short for vampire, held an black spider web umbrella one-handed, big enough to cover him completely.

“You’re too easy sometimes… princey,” Roman glared, remaining serious, yet slightly relaxing the tip of his sword towards the vampire's turtleneck.

“What sort of a nickname is that?”

The pale emo grinned, “If you don’t want to be called a prince, don’t act or dress like one,” the vampire gestured towards his favorite red sash over his hunting clothes.

“Should I call you a dark and stormy knight then, cause that’s exactly what you are,” with layers upon layers of black and gray clothing in the hot grueling sun.

“Real original of you.”

“It’s the only thing I can call you, unless you give me a name.”

“In your dreams.”

His name was not V, but he was called Virgil. Stuck in an open area, one of his many obstacles, he ran into him, all of his stamina diminished, the sun already tiring him. The extremely skilled and dangerous monster hunter, his sword resting near his side, ready to strike him at any moment, “What’s your play vampire?”

“Why does it matter to you?”

"My brother will be here any minute. I'd hate for him to kill you before I do,” he playfully tapped him, but Virgil internally wondered if he was being serious or not.

"Lower your sword, then we can talk," Virgil tried to put the most nonchalant voice imaginable, he cringed when he croaked the words out. The hunter listened.

"...Have you been stalking me?"

Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not the only reason I’m out here,” he stepped forward, looking distantly behind Roman. The side dense area of trees were difficult to traverse by, more difficult with an umbrella no less, however, he could make a run for it, only, a sharp and cold blade tapped and pressed the tip of his bicep before he could move forward.

He blinked rapidly, “You want to do this now?”

“We don’t have a truce at the moment,” The hunter flashed a cocky grin, stance in the ready. He was testing him, always, but Virgil never wanted to believe he couldn’t be. Didn’t think he noticed the wooden stake slotted near his sword holster. Make sure he never touches it.

“Cocky, princey,” Virgil looked into the deadly rays of the sun, the dark umbrella his only protection, assessing his situation. He put his hood up.

From what he could gather, it was a pure coincidence they met again. But Roman was ready to defeat him this time, defend his honor and beat his brother to the kill.

He took the first swing, missing by an inch, another, another, and another, the monster ducked, shielding the blow meant to strike his face as his back sizzled from a lack of protection. The vampire hissed, scratching Roman’s cheek, burning and painful.

Backing away, Roman got stunned by such a violent reaction, furthermore, V remained in defense. Taking a chance, he kept stepping forward, swinging fast, failing to kick his chest, and swiping his legs from under him with a katana. The fiend stumbled into the grass. He tried stomping to the side of his pale face yet rolling out from under him, swiping at Roman’s spine, getting a hard grip on his hands, flipping him onto his back as his hood fell off.

Groaning in pain, pushing himself up, the monster tried kicking him to the ground while he was vulnerable. Roman ducked, slashing the torn Umbrella. Hissing, cowering and retreating from the sun, Roman rushes forward and trying to pin him to the tree, his head hit it too hard, knocking him out cold.

Roman leaned on the tree, catching his breath, the vampire lucky enough to be left in the shade of the leaves. Seething his sword, somehow without a trace of vampire blood, in his holster, fitting the wooden stake in his hand.

Standing over V, blissfully unaware of what could be a stake about to be driven in his heart, turned Roman’s stomach. He gripped the stake, he could do it, rid the world of one more evil. Yet he blanks trying to search for an evil deed V committed. He isn’t feral. This wasn’t honorable, it felt so wrong. He would have hated to be murdered this way.

The stake is slit in its rightful place, along with neatly folding the umbrella. Leaving after his slight distraction.

…

Remus is having the time of his life. Swinging upside down on trees, squeezing his bum into every burrow, and cannonballing into a lake to find an eensie weensie ancient trinket bracelet thing and the magic to neutralize the strengths of those who weld it. He was given sort of clear instructions by his close friend Janus, an idea of the whereabouts, and the sweet long morningstar to come with it.

Like any good friend, he lamented on a large stone, reeking of wet dog, cuddling his stick and staring at his reflection in the water, throwing small stones that emerged in the water at himself. It was going to be hard to earn his trust back, after what he did. One bracelet and he can have his weapon back instead of using a sad and sharp stick to murder monsters when he needs to, and of course, Janus’ unconditional love that he cherished more than anything. If only he could see how hard he is trying now.

Echoing through the thicket, a low whistle drew his attention, a call to warn him of his twin's return, in case Remus tried stabbing him.

“Back so late?”

“I have what we need, let's go,” Roman’s shoulders were unusually tense, Remus didn’t question it. Pulling out a large map to guide them out of the unfamiliar area.

“Want to make time for hunting feral werewolves or Rougaros?”

“Well, if only he thought about that on a night other than a full moon,”

“Boo, you’re such a bore. We can do both.”

Roman gasped, feigning annoyance. They crowd the map. Only a few paces north to reach Umbra, a magical spirited place, reachable by oak trees where Janus resided most of his time. The journey was easy however long it was, hopefully they could get back to do some proper werewolf hunting.

…

The confusing fuzziness began to emb. The bark was rough on his pounding head and scarred back, the tingling burn on the side of his face slowly reconstructing the skin, remembering how he ran away and the umbrella broke.

The hunter is nowhere in sight, he waited, and nothing came of it.

Virgil huffed, moving the umbrella folded neatly in his lap, flexing the panel, a large obnoxious ripe in the fold, great.

Moving along, he couldn’t believe the hunter let him go with only a mild headache. It could have been much worse. Dying wasn’t too far of an option. Probably sparring him out of pity, he wouldn’t doubt it. Virgil just wanted to leave the clearing.

His boot clinks, glaring down, a round metal bracelet under his foot. He reaches down, probably something the prince owned. He tries it for himself, a sudden wash of drowsiness and fatigue traveled from his arm, a scary amount of relaxation as he couldn’t see sharper or hear farther, he yanked it away shrieking.

He’d rather not touch it ever again, but maybe he really wanted to get back at the hunter, maybe repay him for not killing him, as pathetic as it sounds. He pocketed the bracelet and avoided touching it as he squeezed through the bushes, following an obvious trail left by its rightful owner.

…

The sunset started, yet the sky wasn’t fully darkened. Remus’ watch going off and being silenced immediately to watchfully and carefully listen to any howls from werewolves, ready to use his long stake for one they both heard close by. Whilst his brother preoccupied himself, Roman read the map, not surprised if they’ve been walking in circles for the past hour.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Remus took a peek over his shoulder.

“Of course,” he sighed, “We have a long way to go,” Remus held a manic grin, mussing, “Not too far, we can run there.”

“Too risky,” folding the map in his pocket, preparing to traverse first through the tight narrow trees, sticks stabbing his torso, through the rough patch then another path, passed the building, and arriving at the tree, Roman imagined it all going perfectly, hating chopping through the bark. A high pitched whistle turned his attention.

Remus froze, a finger over his lip. Roman stops moving, confused. While it might have been funny to see Roman become frazzled and get attacked by whatever growled in his ear, Janus would chastise him, and Roman would never forgive him. Roman looks petrified, a hand easing down, reaching for his sword.

Remus turns his head around, a black threatening wolf stalks behind them, big, with human eyes, a werewolf, staring at Remus through the trees, a far enough distance where they can run, the closeness of the trees restricting their movements, they decide to run.

Roman is ahead, breaking and hurting his arms as he hurls himself out of the forest.

Remus can’t breathe, he feels the warm breath and slobber on his legs, fighting, fight to get out, he jumps getting yanked by his leg, a sharp and tight bite on his ankle, he kicks its snout shouting, shielding his face, the long jaw chewing on his tough leather jacket, with no weapon but a stupid stick.

“Roman!” He punches, punching as hard as he can until Roman finally stabs it’s head. The wolf whimpered and cried, scattering away into the darkness.

“Are you ok?” Roman kneels down.

“Where were you?!”

“Remus-“

“You watch me get mauled by a wolf and ask me if I’M OK?!” Roman didn’t know how to respond.

“… Are you?” It quieted, Remus never got so frustrated before, it felt off.

“Sorry. I’m fine, check for bites,” Remus prompts his arm, rolling up the sleeve, Roman finds nothing but a tear in his jacket.

“All good, but your leg…” ominously, his boot is torn, notably a sliver of skin, Remus shrugs, pulling off his boot, no need to roll his socks, exposing a long nasty fresh bite on his ankle.

His heart sunk. Was— was he about to turn? No, no, they had until midnight, reach the Umbra and Janus will cure him before he feels anything.

Remus pushes his boot back on, unable to walk properly, letting Roman support his body with his arm on the path.

“Stay calm. You’re going to be fine, I promise,” it was beginning to turn dark.

Doubt seeped in.

“How much longer?”

“Just a bit, past the building, near the tree.”

Remus starts laughing, “Imagine me turning and ripping into your face, blood everywhere, then both of us wouldn’t make it with Janus’ stupid pendent.”

“Don’t think like that,” Remus was silenced for a moment, giving Roman time to check his wrist for the bracelet. All the rest is bare skin.

He lost it.

“… I don’t have the pendent anymore.”

Remus starts to laugh hysterically, Roman jostles him, “Hey, it doesn’t mean anything. Who cares about the pendent, we need to get you someplace safe.”

He hurries his pace, and Remus goes uncharacteristically quiet.

Numb, unconsciously going from zero to hundred, to hearing every chirp, creak, snap, Roman’s booming echoing voice and his own, to utter nothing. His ankle hot flashes every now and again, aching, throbbing, and in need of rest. Remus should have suggested Roman cut off his ankle in favor of ridding him from turning into.. a werewolf, slowly starting to accept that to be his reality, and how unsafe Roman would be once he does.

He needed to get away from him, away, run, limp as fast as he could.

Remus gently loosens his grip then pulls away from Roman, “Remus! What are you doing?”

He couldn’t let Roman get hurt, or bitten.

Roman holds him in a tight embrace, Remus scratches his face instead, straying away from the path running and half limping, going through a narrow path to lose his trace.

Roman covers his bleeding cheek, regaining his focus and chasing after Remus, weaving through the deep forest, his footsteps getting further away, lost to the wind of the woods. He continued forward. Sighting the large building in the distance, reaching the gate and the entrance to the abandoned boarding school from the map, left slightly ajar, pushing through and closing behind him, an air of death and a bone chilling cold, as if something invisible watched him, the place abandoned for years.

The caved in roof glowed the full moon's light on Remus, curled into himself stomach growling, he is a physical ball collapsed in the room, barely holding himself together. Roman slowly whistles, and kneels, rubbing a comforting circle on his back. Remus looked up to him, his eyes more navelly green and sharp, but he smiled a toothy sharp grin upon seeing him, contracting in pain again, shriveling.

He shushes, calms him down, doesn't let his emotions get to him. They can prevent this from happening.

The door creaks open. He can hear Remus’ breath hitch, the animalistic panic in his eyes, no, he rubs more circles and stares at a surprised and concerned figure, in all black and gray, a broken umbrella in his hands.

He’s going to kill that vampire.

He rushes as fast as he can to not disturb Remus any further, “V, what are you doing here!?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” V backed into the loud door cowering, the bracelet held in his hand snatched from him, “You had this?” Roman couldn’t believe it.

“Leave now,” Roman couldn’t stress enough how in much in danger he was there.

“I wanted to-“

Roman grabbed his neck scruff, pulling out his stake, “Go, I mean it or I will make you!” V’s eyes widened, about to protest or argue.

A large crack interrupted the room, turning around, Remus’ hand was covered in fur, nails sharpening into claws, ears pointing and morphing, screaming in agony, Roman couldn’t look away. Roman lets go, stepping closer, V holds his shoulder, preventing him as his clothes ripped and his back arched of brown fur, except for a silver streak.

(Wolf?) Remus growled, he couldn’t recognize him, and he was stalking towards them as if they were a fresh meal.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

Wolf Remus snarls and bites the air, they dodge out of the way. Roman held the handle of his sword, but he didn’t feel the urge to pull it out, even with a hungry, feral, and vicious wolf lunging at him, he used his fists, barely able to miss Remus from biting him, scratching him instead. He’s too large, it’s too easy to let him overpower. He couldn’t hurt him, but he needed to defend himself, he took out the stake… he couldn’t do it.

V pushed Remus from attacking Roman again, but dazing him for a bit, “Look, I know that’s your twin, but you are going to need to wake up right now or he is going to have to live with the fact that he murdered his own brother!!” V yelled, bringing all of his attention to him, toying with Remus, giving Roman time to readjust his focus.

Virgil jumps out of the way of Remus’ lunge on the opposite side of the room, letting one of the twins think over his options, to which they barely had any left. He had no inkling of what to do, other than distract Remus until morning, his stamina during the night was exponentially better, yet he could tell he was already losing his focus and Roman would be bit, skilled hunter or not.

At that moment, he remembered the numbness and tingling feeling of the bracelet, making him more powerless than he’d remembered in a long time. It seemed him and the hunter had a similar idea.

“V pin him down!!” Roman waved the bracelet in the air, along with gaining the wolf’s attention. Virgil sprints towards the doorway, gripping his abandoned umbrella, jumping on the wolf's back and blinding him with its leftover remnants. He wiggles and snarls trying to throw him off, a hand on his snout, torso, lightly stepping on his leg and balancing himself.

Roman rushed over, pinning the furry pastern, sliding on the jewelry, holding it in place until it took effect. His escaping efforts faded into slow breathing, enough Virgil removed his blindfold and respectfully removed his strong hands and feet from pinning him, almost lulled to peaceful sleep. It took a long time but then he stopped moving into a slumber.

V and Roman shared a deep breath of relief as they waited until morning.

…

During the night, Virgil and Princey were careful to make a makeshift bed for the werewolf, they debated keeping watch, neither were too comfortable with watching the others sleep and letting the other watch over them, collectively deciding to stay up most of the night.

Virgil zipped up his jacket, needing to leave early to avoid the sun and any prolonged interact with the twins bound to end in despair, seeing the Prince succumbed to sleep either way, he tiptoed to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Prince stared at him, somewhat close to the exit, standing up.

He sighed, “I have to leave before the sun rises, since someone ruined my umbrella,” the hunter blushed in embarrassment, “I apologize for that.”

V couldn’t stop thinking, if he didn’t intrude, he never would have caused such a butterfly effect.

“Look, I feel like a major jerk. Here,” Roman thought he must have been glaring. V rummaged through his pocket, he pulled out a lavender paper colored roll, “What’s this?”

“Wolfsbane bandages, it’ll heal your wounds and his so.. yeah,” V awkwardly walked to open the door.

“V, or, whatever your name is, thank you. Don’t let me catch you,” they shared a smile, the dark of the night beginning to lighten.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

He probably was going to regret this.

“My name… is Virgil,” he noticed the hunter's eyes widen before softening again, mentally assessing the name and accepting it.

“See you around.. Virgil.”

He gave a military salute, “See you Princey.”

He closed the door behind him.

…

The next day in Umbra

Remus felt completely fine, a sore throat and a headache, along with a few bruises cooled by the bandages the hot and mysterious vampire they’ve been hunting for months, given to Roman while he was out cold, were his only issues.

“You can’t move in your state darling. I know it’s going to be impossible. You’re the best couch potato I know, why don’t you stay for a few days?” Janus tried convincing him to remain hostage in Umbra, surprisingly Roman agreed.

The calm and alluring waves of Umbra smoothened his muscles, the hot chamomile tea mixed with potion infusion Janus brewed eased his ribs, and Roman checked on him every now and then while he laid on bed rest. Roman didn’t talk much about what Remus did as a werewolf, his memory went blank, he barely remembered that he had even gone inside the boarding school without one of Roman’s passing comments. But he knew did remember Roman happy to see him awake.

His eyes blared open, blinking ever so slightly to a ruined ceiling laying on the floor. Remus was running, his ankle throbbed, he found a gate, then…

“Remus?” Remus was running away from Roman, he was about to turn into a werewolf.

He hummed in response, the blankets enfolded with his naked body were ragged but warm.

“How are you feeling?” he tilted his head.

Remus grinned, “I’ve never been better.”

...

[snowberry-crostata]

Masterpost of Skyrim Stuff

This blog is a personal encyclopedia of headcanons about Skyrim, here is what's been shared so far:

Everything I've written: my stuff tag

Short stories, worldbuilding, and chapter updates: my writing tag

My main quest novelization: link to AO3

More specific tags below:

Skyrim's Civil War (civil war tag)

Better Reasons to Fight a Civil War

Languages (language tag)

Languages of the Skyrim

Character Accent Headcanons

Nordic Conlang: Story Starters and Endings

Nordic Conlangs: The Dragonborn Comes

Nordic Traditional Dress (clothing tag)

Part I: Overview

Part II: Common Garments

Part III: Shoes and Outerwear

Part IV: Jewelry and Accessories

Part V: Hairstyles and Cosmetics

Part VI: Regional Variations

Part VII: Regional Variations Continued

Geography (geography tag)

The White Plains

Midnight Sun and Polar Night

Other Posts

On the Appearance of Bosmer

The Clever Craft: Magic in Skyrim

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ── CHARACTER AESTHETICS .

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list.

i. 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 .    red. brown. orange.  yellow. green.  blue. purple.  pink. black.  white. teal. silver. gold.  grey.  lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal. grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green.

ii. 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 .    fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain.  snow.  wind. moon. stars.  sun.  heat. cold. steam.  frost. lightening.  sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk.  twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.  dewdrops.

iii. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .    claws. long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet. freckles.  bruises. canine.  scars. scratches. ears. wounds.  burns. spikes.  feathers.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  sweat.  tears.  feline.  chubby.  curvy.  short. tall.  normal height.  muscular.  slender. trained. piercings.  tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting.

iv. 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐘 .    fists. sword.  dagger.  spear.  scythe.  bow and arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic. rocks.

v. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 .    gold. silver. platinum. titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst. metal.  iron. rust.  steel.  glass. wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace. leather. copper. silk.  velvet. denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone. asphalt.  brick. marble. dust.  glitter.  blood. dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.  yarn.  slime.

vi. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .    grass.  leaves .  trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  holly.  lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. seeds.  hay. sand.  rocks.  snow. ice.  roots.  flowers. ocean. river.  lake.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra. savanna.  rain forest.  swamp.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.beach. waves. space.  clouds.  mountains.  fungi.  cliffs.

vii. 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 .    lions. wolves. tiger. black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks.  swans.  snakes. turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  roaches.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  cats. dogs.  bunnies.  praying mantis.  crows.  ravens.  mice.  lizards.  frogs.  bears.  werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs.  dragons.

viii. 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 .    sugar.  salt.  water.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne. hard liquor.  beer.  coffee. tea.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry.  strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish.  pies.  desserts. chocolate.  cream. caramel.  berries.   nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos.  pizza.

ix. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 .    music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting. sketching. fighting.  fencing.  riding. writing. composing.  cooking. sewing.  training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology. cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone.  movies. theater. libraries.  books. magazines. poetry.  philosophy. cds. records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  cello. guitar.  electronic guitar. bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass. trumpet.  flute. drums.  bells. playing cards.  poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating.  climbing. running.

x. 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .    lingerie.  armor. cape.  dress.  suit.  tunic. vest.  shirt. boots.  heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt. sash.  coat. jacket. hood.  gloves. socks. masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches. glasses. sun glasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.

xi. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .    balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape. light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace. money. power.  percussion.  clocks. photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism. pessimism.  loneliness. anger.  family. friends. assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  lovers.  loyalty. smoking.  alcohol.  drugs.  kindness.  love. embracing.

[ritzcrackee]

my current summer tbr! rambling under the cut

Free Fall

"When an influential lawyer is murdered miles above the earth's surface, Captain of Detectives Rick Harrison reluctantly accepts the case. Harrison quickly finds himself at the center of a deepening conspiracy. Why did the killer use a mining laser, an unwieldy weapon? What is the connection between the victim and the powerful anti-android lobby? And the toughest question Harrison never expected to ask: what defines humanity?"

tbh? not hyped for this one. i bought it in a state of rushed delirium and i'm 99% sure i'll get 20 pages in then never touch it again. we'll see though

Sharp Objects

"Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the murders of two pre- teen girls. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip on the town. Now, installed in her old bedroom in her family's Victorian mansion, Camille finds herself identifying with the young victims—a bit too strongly. Dogged by her own demons, she must unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past if she wants to get the story-and survive this homecoming."

i absolutely am extremely hyped for this book!! it looks like it's really similar to big little lies, which i really liked. v v excited

Snow in Summer

"Summer's life in the mountains of West Virginia is far from the fairy tale it once was. Not long ago she sang songs and danced with her mother and father, her cousin Nancy doted on her, and she had a new baby brother on the way. But the baby died soon after birth, taking their mother with him and turning Summer's life grim. Now things are getting even worse as her father falls under the spell of a woman who brings potions and magical mirrors into Summer's world. Stepmama puts on a pretty face, but Summer suspects she's up to no good-and is afraid she may be powerless to stop her."

i mostly got this to fill the neverafter shaped hole in my heart </3. and bcus i know i'm going to get tired of ya/adult books soon lmao

Afrofuturism

"In this hip, accessible primer to the music, literature, and art of Afrofutur sm, author Ytasha Womack introduces readers to the burgeoning community of artists creating Afrofuturist works, the innovators from the past, and the wide range of subjects they explore. From the sci-fi literature of Samuel Delany, Octavia Butler, and N. K. Jemisin to the musical cosmos of Sun Ra, George Clinton, and the Black Eyed Peas' will Lam, to the visual and multimedia artists inspired by African Dogon myths and Egyp tian deities, the book's topics range from the "alien" experience of blacks in America to the "wake up" cry that peppers sci-fi literature, sermons. and activism. With a twofold aim to entertain and enlighten, Afrofuturists strive to break down racial, ethnic, and social limitations to empower and free individuals to be themselves."

i've already read like 50 pages of this and it's so interesting so far!! i keep having to switch between it and midnight sun bcus nonfiction fries my brain @_@ the author is great at keeping ur attention tho!

The Fault In Our Stars

"Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten."

let's go john green!! this is the first book of his i've planned on reading but i've had it reccomended to me a few times. hyped for a romance novel thats actually aimed at my age group lol

Lives of the Saints

ok the blurb for this one literally covers both side sof the sleeve?? and it truly tells you nothing BDJDJ. anyways the writing style reminded me of lemony snicket and it's only 150 pages? it seems fun but we'll see

Ain't Nobody's Business If You Do

"What are consensual crimes? A consensual crime is any activity currently illegal-that does not physically harm the person or property of another. The idea behind this book is simple: As an adult, you should be allowed to do with your person and property whatever you choose, as long as you don't physically harm the person or property of another."

this book is SO large. i mean 817 pages large. it seems like an interesting critique of the justice system, but tbh i just got it to look smart/hold up the clipboard my twilight books r balancing on.

Maus & Maus ||

"Maus is the story of Vladek Spiegelman, a Jewish survivor of Hitler's Europe, and his son, a cartoonist who tries to come to terms with his father, his father's terrifying story, and History itself. Its form, the cartoon (the Nazis are cats, the Jews mice), succeeds perfectly in shocking us out of any lingering sense of familiarity with the events described, approaching, as it does, the unspeakable through the diminutive."

i've been reading a pirated copy of this book and i'm so glad i found the physical copies!! i've already read maus but i read it a while back so i'll probably reread to prepare for the second one. straight up one of my favorite graphic novels so i'm extremely excited.

[julianrchandlerx]

setting: the streets of downtown lc, late at night featuring: julian chandler & theodore moore @theodorexmoore

Julian hadn’t realized how much he loved the sunlight until he began avoiding it. Still, somewhat slowly, reconciling the end of his mortal existence and the beginning of his newfound eternity, the young artiste was not yet ready to join the ranks of the Lunar Cove vampire social club. He wasn’t quite ready to say the v-word alongside his own name it seemed half the time. Not that he was upset about the transformation — he’d made the choice selfishly when whisper of the potential to die at the hands of his best friend’s curse made its way to him. He wasn’t ready to die, simple as that… But he also wasn’t ready to fully fall into what he was. Feeding was already giving him trouble, especially since vampires without clan membership were (from his still limited understanding) on their own on that front. Thank god for Ralph, who was far better to him than Julian felt he deserved. He was no lost puppy with his sire there to guide him through immortality, but he still made a mess of being too stubborn to ask for anyone else’s help.

It was only long after the sun vanished fully into the horizon, making way for a dark sky dusted in soft starlight and moonshine, that Julian Chandler finally stepped beyond the goblin’s nest he called an apartment and into the town that (while threats lay beyond its magical borders) would be his eternal grave. At least there was plenty space to stretch the legs and run. Running was a new hobby for him, having opposed too much cardio after he left behind sports in high school. Now he was much more limber than even his prime teenage self had been, able to cross wide spaces in mere seconds. He just wasn’t so graceful, and after a particular spurt of high speed he always found himself stumbling back to human speeds, or a swift stop, in a way that was comical and humiliating. “Why can’t I run and stop like a normal person?” Julian huffed to himself, stumbling against a street sign somewhere downtown after once again seemingly ‘tripping’ on the wind. It was late, well past midnight, when he’d finally decided to get out for the night. Lunar Cove had its own night scene, and he thought maybe he could gain the courage to attempt being what he was now. A nibble, just something light from a willing participant so he could have a little drink. He grimaced at the idea — It made him sick thinking of it, of feeding off another human. But you’re not human anymore. Semantics.

“Maybe a Coke would be just as satisfying,” he mused to himself, hands buried into the pockets of a Columbia University hoodie he’d haphazardly tugged over his head before heading out, the hood pulled over his hair and casting a fitting broody shadow over his face. He knew it was a useless lie, the ache in his throat reminded him as much. No, nothing would quite hit that unquenchable thirst the way human blood would. Sticking to the shadows and moving about the town’s roads, he began to walk around aimlessly. He had no direction for that night, just needing to get away from the home he’d locked himself in (aside from the few shifts he took up in returning to work). He needed to show himself he was safe to be out and about, to be with others. And while he was grateful for Ralph, he couldn’t burden the guy with being his only social outlet. Poor old boy must have been exhausted with Julian by now, he thought so anyway. He needed to get back out, needed to reconnect with the other people he felt comfortable with around town. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, though.

When he’d finally registered someone was near, his head snapped in the direction of shoes scraping lightly on the ground — a sure sign of someone walking nearby, or in his direction — and tried (fruitlessly) to see if he could place them. Wasn’t one of his friends, he thought, but he also wasn’t good at recognizing everyone just yet. He skirted the road and hugged the shadows as he turned to face them, a wide dimpled grin, once sweet and warm and wholesome, now accompanied by glittering fangs, flashed in the direction of the stranger. Not on purpose, always an accident because he was always imagining flashing the fangs and then there they were in response to his unconscious thoughts. “Lovely night for a stroll, dontcha think?” Julian greeted the figure which he now identified as another man in town he’d likely seen about. A face in a sea of many, as it were. “I promise I’m being totally normal and I’m not up to anything nefarious… I don’t know why I felt like I needed to explain myself to you, I think it’s obvious I’m just… on a walk.” Vampirism did not come with instant eloquence, as he sadly learned.

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# 4,403

May 28, 2022 Playlist.

The opportunity to attend Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary presented itself pretty quickly. Tickets were released for sale four weeks before the show and I grabbed them right away. I missed out on both Sacred Bones’ 10th shows because of nine months of stay-at-home recovery and now their 15th was a chance to redeem myself.

The build-up was getting heavier as the show drew closer. I had anxiety like never before waiting to attend a New York City show. The 28th came and it started on a dim, greyscale note. Long Island had a string of wet days with Saturday no exception. Rain arrived at the Central Islip station before I had with no telling when it’d stop - if it did. Halfway from my home station to Woodside did the storm subside to nothing.

By the time I transferred from the 7 line to the Q39 bus had the clouds open up to welcome in the blinding basking sun and matching sweltering humidity. The Q39 raced, whipped, and turned wide all throughout Sunnyside and ultimately Maspeth to drop me off in a dense neighborhood of hazy, white 75*F temperatures. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar yet dense neighborhood. I walk a few blocks into a suspiciously silent area of shackled-up factories, closed warehouses, and shipping centers closed for the weekend; all by myself not knowing or worrying about any rogues waiting in the wings to start trouble. I drew closer to the new activity of open businesses, moving vehicles, and the pedestrians walking through the gauntlet to the Knockdown Center.

Nothing that I could ever imagine would conjure up a would-be dream-state that would become a magical reality.

I was in New York City (Queens) associated with preferably some of the best people in attendance. Surreal dreams I’ve always had now become a reality. The way showgoers sat outside the Knockout Center felt like I was on another college campus. People sitting on the floor silently observing Constant Smiles play as the rays peeked through during sundown. A hypnotized crowd witnessing Anika and Spellling’s mesmerizing performances. A super-colorful closing set by Black Marble, and a sit-down lecture about time - at a music festival? Whether Sacred Bones gamed it themselves or by sheer coincidence, this event had some unusual moments that made for a truly unforgettable experience.

The next day’s opening shift was in the back of my mind; more apparent as midnight approached. Regrettably, I leave the Knockdown Center a little earlier than desired and hitched a ride to Woodmere’s train home and guarantee six hours of sleep. I’m stunned. Bedazzled. My mind is processing the last five hours of what just happened. I’m organizing and interpreting the swirl of feelings, the sights, the colors, the sounds, the crowd, and the happenstance of everything that unfolded as I wait for the rail’s arrival. I take a seat facing direction to the Jamaica stop where I had only one minute to race and take the double-decker train’s upper-lever seat for the rest of the way home.

Spring is over. Summer has officially started.

Offset, The: Spectacles: “Colour”

Smile, The: “You Will…”

Aeges: “Who Are You”

Black Dresses: “Angel Hair”

Iguana Moonlight: “V”

Antonio Sanchez feat. Nine Inch Nails: “I Think We’re Past That Now”

Better Living: “Kid”

Ritualz: “Reintegration”

Feels Fine: “Washed Out Blue”

Doc Hammer: “Commanche”

Kaputt!: “Highlight!”

Grimes: “Shimigami Eyes”

Muslimgauze: “Qom” (edit)

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Totally Unicorn: “Filmed Before A Dead Audience”

Dead When I Found Her: “Dry Bed”

Beauty Pill: “At A Loss”

Savak: No Blues…”

Kaputt!: “Parsonage Square”

JK Flesh: “Urge”

Luca: “Undertow…”

Pink Siifu: “Wayans Brothers”

Alchemist: “Broken Bottles”

Henry Mancini: “Men’s Room Rock”

Principe Valiente: …

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

A Number Of Names: “Sharevari”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

100 Proof: Aged In Soul…

Kaputt!: “Accordion”

Kae Tempest: “Salt…”

[blondcs]

VALERIE KOTOVA (ciswoman, she/her, cindy kimberly) is TWENTY FOUR and a DJ from MOSCOW, but now they can be found in CASA. they are known as THE BOHEMIAN because they are STIMULATING, but if things kick off, they can be a bit UNRULY. they’re BISEXUAL and are most interested in grafting FRANKIE & MARCUS. one thing they want to accomplish in casa amor is MAKING MEMORIES. (a midnight dinner of cigarettes and black coffee, a wall thick with layers of painted over murals and torn up posters, edm blasting through headphones on a subway at 8am, slipping into angry russian behind an inky black bike helmet)

NAME:  valeriya antonova kotova.   NICKNAMES: valerie. val. v. koshka. lera. and if you’re her mom, lerusya. lerunya. lerukha. leka. le.... AGE:  twenty four.  GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her.   OCCUPATION: dj ZODIAC: sagittarius sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising.   TATTOOS: все хорошо ( everything’s okay ) on her wrist, a silhouette of a black cat in between her shoulder blades, various friday the 13th tattoos she’s gotten with friends ( and strangers ), a few drunken stick n pokes here and there—her favorite being a wonky pair of headphones on her ankle ( was the ‘lucky’ on her inner thigh until it became played out ) , ‘connect’ on her ribs, probably some others PIERCINGS: a nose ring, two in each earlobe and on her right side a stacked lobe, tragus piercing, daith piercing, and industrial piercing

resting bitch face. ivy leaguer to dj pipeline. can and will drink you under the table. this isn’t house, you idiot, it’s techno—what do you mean you don’t find it meditative? five books going at once in various states of annotation on her nightstand. ‘that reminds me of this one time when i was studying this spiritualist church in the midwest...’ is longing, is yearning. did psychedelics once and has been slightly insufferable ever since. plant-based ( unless cigarettes and party drugs contain animal bi-products ). always just shy of artist herself. slipping into an accent she lost years ago for dramatic effect. ‘that reminds me of this one time in lyon when i had to turn down this man’s proposal in front of the statue of king louis xiv...’ is doing it for the memoir. pathologically incapable of saying no to a new experience. probably thinking about the panopticon. is dying to know all your deepest, darkest secrets, might tell you hers if you ask nicely. ‘attaching sex to bodies is so american, but fine, i’ll put my top back on.’ wanted to do an ayahuasca retreat until she realized they’re all scams and wouldn’t magically mend her individualistic western disconnect from spirituality ( but if you know a good shaman... ). is resisting the urge to pickle the produce you’re going to waste. running on caffeine, nicotine, gruyère and ambition to make the most of whatever the hell this life has to offer. 

[stinkybreath]

THE LITANY OF THE SEVEN KISSES

I.

I kiss thy hands—thy hands, whose fingers are delicate and pale as the petals of the white lotus.

II

I kiss thy hair, which has the lustre of black jewels, and is darker than Lethe, flowing by midnight through the moonless slumber of poppy-scented lands.

III

I kiss thy brow, which resembles the rising moon in a valley of cedars.

IV

I kiss thy cheeks, where lingers a faint flush, like the reflection of a rose upheld to an urn of alabaster.

V

I kiss thine eyelids, and liken them to the purple-veinèd flowers that close beneath the oppression of a tropic evening, in a land where the sunsets are bright as the flames of burning amber.

VI

I kiss thy throat, whose ardent pallor is the pallor of marble warmed by the autumn sun.

VII

I kiss thy mouth, which has the savour and perfume of fruits agleam with spray from a magic fountain, in the secret Paradise that we alone shall find; a Paradise whence they that come shall nevermore depart, for the waters thereof are Lethe, and the fruit is the fruit of the tree of Life.