#🌙 ) soundtrack.

[honeydewtual]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

hi alex <3

5 songs i like listening to right now hmmmmm

1. lucky - riize

2. roll up - blackswan

3. bloodflood - alt-J

4. vultures - misterwives (feat. pvris)

5. alice - avril lavigne

[hcrctic]

How Did It End? — Open to anyone.

Oh, it felt like dying, like her body had left to rot and the autopsy she was subjected to had problems as her heart was rotted and it had been less of a day she died. But she had to put a good face, a great face. No one needed to know her marriage to him was over, that he had filed for divorce because he had fell for someone else, him, who told her he was going to love her until the day he died, does this means he's dead now? How many lies had he told her? He wanted the house, the wife, the kids, but it wasn't with her, he gave her no promise, no ring. Wanda's mind was in shambles, overthinking, overriding, over.. it was over. "Huh?—No, I'm fine. We're fine, we're okay."

[astralix]

Answers

〖answers〗♈ 『filing orders』

chat/dashboard commentary

〖chat〗♈ 『chatting while knitting』

Ic replies

〖replies〗♈ 『playful replies』

Aesthetics

〖aesthetics〗♈ 『crimson sunset』

Musings

〖musings〗♈ 『anguished sobs』

Quizzes & questionnaires

〖quizzes〗♈ 『results clear as diamond』

playlist/soundtrack

〖soundtrack〗♈ 『soft music in the background』

Character tag

〖aya tsunobue〗♈ 『aries blood diamond power make up』

journal/prose/story

〖story〗♈ 『writ in blood』

Shipping headcanons

〖shipping〗♈ 『blossoming red』

Nsfw

〖nsfw〗♈ 『hunt during the blood moon』

Headcanon

〖headcanon〗♈ 『crowned princess of ares』

Verse tags

Main verse

〖main verse〗♈ 『neo queen ares』

[noxtivagus]

i love ffxiv

[alola03]

MAN I love the leitmotifs in Bayonetta

[ppulverse]

kinda wanna rewatch twilight even though it's a terrible movie

[crescentmp3]

♪

u got dark skies from mgr:r !! oo this is tough .

" i, i can't believe my eyes ! we've fallen down . we're blinded by dark skies ! it's in the way we all exploit the weak ! the justice that we seek . accept the truth to be free ! "

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Stepping Up 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; Reader acts as Octavia's step-parent

◉ Warnings; none

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

Initially, Stolas was nervous about you meeting Octavia. Getting into a relationship with someone who has a child is a big step.

His divorce with Stella certainly doesn't make things easier. Because stolas is so focused on trying to ensure Via's comfort, he keeps her out of the loop- but that only leads to more issues (as we've seen)

It takes a while before Octavia trusts you enough to feel comfortable or let her guard down around you. She does appreciate how genuine you are with her dad, and decides to give you a shot (much to Stolas' relief)

You often take Octavia to Stylish Occult, and if y'all can get your hands on Stolas' grimoire, maybe you can sneak up to some stores in the human world (cough hot topic cough)

Surprisingly, Via would actually be willing to go to LooLoo Land with you and her dad (once its rebuilt). If you're up for it (Satan knows Stolas isn't), you and Via go on the crazy rollercoasters together. If not, everyone sticks to the carnival games Ferris wheels.

Family. Movie. Nights. Stolas will let you and Octavia decide on what movies y'all watch (usually Octavia picks cult classics and supernatural documentaries).

Stargazing nights!! Stolas and Via are obsessed with the night sky; it's only natural y'all go out on clear nights to go stargazing. Stolas will portal everyone to a distant moon far in the cosmos so you can get views of new constellations and nebulas.

I think Via would be a bit of a theatre nerd (partially because she's voiced by Barrett Wilbert Weed), so if you're down, Via wouldn't mind singing along to soundtracks with you!

When Octavia warms up to you, she sees you as the second parent she never really had. You've put in the effort to connect with her, and not only do you get to parent an exceptional kid, you get to live out domestic dreams with Stolas.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[xanas-eye]

Hello there! Are you a newcomer that wants to check out the Sun and Moon Show and its story, but haven't the foggiest where to begin? Or are you a TSAMS fan who wants to rewatch the show, an arc, a specific lore episode, or what have you, but don't feel like doing a lot of digging on the channel to do so?

Well, I've got you both!

I took the episodes, made playlists for them, and organized them into this:

☀️ The Sun and Moon Show — Story Arcs 🌙

No Arcs – The Beginning: Two Brothers Living Life

1. Arc One – Eclipse Rising: A Threat Within

2. Arc One – Eclipse Rising: Discord

3. Arc One – Eclipse Rising: Ultimatum

4. Arc One – Eclipse Rising: Sunset and Moonset

5. Arc Two – A Blood Moon Looming: The Calm Before the Storm

6. Arc Two – A Blood Moon Looming: What Ifs

6. Crossover Episodes

7. Arc Two – A Blood Moon Looming: Killcode

8. Arc Three – Breaking Point: Downward Spiral

9. Arc Three – Breaking Point: When One Door Closes, Another One Opens 

10. Arc Three – Breaking Point: Rancour

11. Arc Three – Breaking Point: Light at the End of the Tunnel?

12. Arc Four – Old and New Faces: Homecoming

13. Arc Four – Old and New Faces: No Longer a Thing of the Past

14. Arc Four – Old and New Faces: Blood and Ruin

15. Arc Four – Old and New Faces: Ongoing Problems

16. Arc Four – Old and New Faces: A Family Affair

17. Arc Five – Twas Ever Thus: He Always Comes Back

18. Arc Five – Twas Ever Thus: A Common Goal

19. Arc Five – Twas Ever Thus: The Truth

20. Arc Five – Twas Ever Thus: Deer

21. Arc Five – Twas Ever Thus: History Rhymes

22. Arc Six – Uncharted Territory: Fraying Bonds and Second Chances

23. Arc Six – Uncharted Territory: A Secret Revealed

24. Arc Six – Uncharted Territory: Alive Again

♫ The Sun and Moon Show Soundtrack

[cannonsoupforthesoul]

Sing For Me Lovely

By Cannonsoupforthesoul

This is my first time ever posting my own work, it’s 100% brainrot smut. These characters are mine and have no relation whatsoever to any other character or person living or dead 🩷🖤 I do not own the graphic art you see below, if you are the owner and would like it taken down please send me a dm🩷🖤

Content Warnings: TW-NonCon, TW- Kidnapping,TW- Dubcon, TW- Bondage, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, D/S vibes, Yandere vibes, Obsession, Cuss Words Are Used, Masochist Vibes, Blood/Minor Gore(?)

Word Count - 1678

Copyright @Cannonsoupforthesoul aka me, Aava 2023. Any illegal reproduction of this content will result in immediate legal action.

🌙

Her toes twitched and flexed, legs flung over his shoulders with his broad hands shackled around her thighs. She couldn’t bear to look down and see his dark eyes peering up at her, never once stopping his pointed assault on her pussy.

He’d taken her somewhere, but there were no clues in the dimly lit room. The dark oppressive curtains were drawn shut and the bay window was too far away from the bed. Of course, that was ignoring the fact that she was handcuffed to the headboard. But thinking about that was too stressful, too frightening.

Books lined the exposed brick wall in towering bookshelves amidst gothic art and mirrors on the wall opposite her, a velvet jade loveseat sat in front of the window. There was even a dark wood coffee table, a tv, and a giant black and white photo was hung above the bed.

A studio apartment, or a large bedroom?

Did it even matter?

Iris felt her eyes roll back when her captor laid a particularly rough swipe of his tongue on her pearl, the beads of his tongue piercing pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves before he sucked the throbbing organ into his mouth. It felt like his was trying to devour her, the sounds of his appreciative groans sang in her ears to the soundtrack of her handcuff chains clanging with her struggling. Tears dripped a path to her hairline as she bit her lip, breaths heavy but desperate to hold in her own sounds of pleasure.

He paused his ministrations, finally relaxing his bruising grip on her meaty thighs and rose from his crouch with a delirious smirk and heart eyes.

“Don’t cry, pretty baby. I’m just gonna make you feel good. The best you’ve ever felt. Think of it as a welcome home, yeah?” He leaned over her, balancing his weight on one hand, shirtless and incredibly broad. His size was simply terrifying; in all her life she’d never seen a man whose presence alone was so daunting. He didn’t need to be so fucking huge as well, there was simply no chance of escaping such a monster. Not in her current predicament.

He swiped his thumb through the tracks of her tears and paused before rubbing the salty taste against her full lips as his eyes lost focus again.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he murmured dazedly. “Like a fairy.” His thumb paused its stroke across her bottom lip and he groaned deeply before thrusting it into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue as he panted.

She’d been on the verge of pissing herself in fear since the moment he’d appeared like a shadow in that alley, and there was no telling what he would do with her once he got tired of playing with her body, but that was the moment she snapped. Iris bit down savagely, and didn’t stop even when blood began to gush from the wound she’d created. Mouth bloody, she glared at him fiercely while waiting for him to retaliate.

He did not.

His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, pressing his hips flush against hers with a roll; that creepy adoring smirk ever present. “Maybe more like a wild cat than a fairy, but what do I know?” He gripped her jaw firmly, just enough to extricate his thumb before she bit it off entirely. “Maybe you’re a goddess in human flesh? Let me worship you.”

Iris trembled while he slithered down her body, leaving hot wet kisses against the tops of her breasts, then more and more on her soft belly as he went until he’d settled between her thighs again.

“I understand why you’re fighting me; you’re afraid. It makes sense, but I would never hurt you. I’d rather slit my own throat. You’re safe with me, I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Then let me go,” she finally broke her stubborn silence. “Please, please just let me go!”

He grinned wide, revealing longer than average incisors and a scar at the left corner of his mouth that stretched a bit with the movement . His black hair was tied back in a bun at the nape of his of his neck, errant strands clung to his face where her slick had been plastered to his dimpled cheeks during his meal. He was of Asian descent, a veritable giant and built like an athlete. She wouldn’t admit it either, but he was one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. Covered in tattoos and piercings and somehow, by some cruel twist of fate, exactly her type.

He held her gaze captive as he lifted her legs and placed her thighs on his shoulders, forcing her to rest her shoulders on the bed while he supported the rest of her weight with his hands holding her hips up to his watering mouth while he sat up with his legs folded.

“W-wait!” She stammered desperately through a flood of more tears. “You didn’t even tell-tell me your name you bastard.”

He just chuckled distractedly, cheeks flushed red with excitement. “It’s Shota honey. Remember to sing it real loud for me, yeah?”

With that he went back to work, savoring every inch of her sex. The sounds he made were animalistic, licking at her hole until he could fuck it with his tongue, until her wetness poured freely. She squirmed but there was nowhere to go. Her breath came in quick pants, already over sensitive from from the hour he’d already spent eating her pussy. Breathless whimpers broke free despite her efforts to stay silence once more.

Shota had doubled his efforts, as if his meal might be snatched away from him any minute and made Iris shriek when he began supporting her hips with one arm while his other hand slid toward her beckoning heat. He released his suction on her clit with a pop to the enrapturing chorus of her first clear resounding moans and French kissed her cunt lips with a gleeful smile.

“That’s it lovely, just let me see you feeling good. Can you do that for me? You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell. What about this, how’s that?” He murmured against the flesh of her thigh, and sucked the flesh into his mouth hard while he slid his forefinger into the furnace between her thighs with a groan of his own.

Iris shook against the bed, her feet kicking at the sudden sensation and fluttered again when his thumb rolled over her clit. It was too good, so much better than all the times she’d ever touched herself. Her fingers were never long enough, and silicone was really just plastic, she’d never quite figured out how to use them to their full potential and didn’t bother trying when her hands did the job just fine. He was the real thing, and there was no ignoring that.

“You can take another,” the pussy drunk giant grunted as he replaced his thumb with his tongue and thrust two fingers in oh so slowly. He shuddered as his fingers traversed her silky heat, scissoring his fingers while still ministering to her clit and labia with his desperate seeking mouth.

Iris twitched and whimpered at the onslaught of intense pleasure. She couldn’t think anymore, there was no escaping this moment and she had no choice but to resign her self to be pleasured until she was a mindless quivering puddle.

Time seemed to stop for a moment when Shota’s knuckles hit a small spongey bean in his path within her creamy walls. A wicked cackle immediately bellowed out of him, and with a sinister grin he returned with three fingers. Thrusting fast and deep, angling towards her g-spot.

“Sh-shot-ta! Shota, Shota!” She chanted his name, not even noticing when he lowered her body back onto the bed since he never stopped fucking his fingers into her. The squelch of her slick as it dripped down his hand to his forearm was like the melody in the background of her beautiful voice as she moaned.

“Sing for me honey, you sound so fucking good. Let me hear you.”

Her eyes had closed in their own at some point, but they flew open when a hot mouth latched onto her left nipple. He’d pushed her right thigh up to meet her chest, one big hand holding it up while he rested his weight on his other elbow to give him access to her bare chest.

Kidnapping her had taken months of planning and waiting, but the moment he had her in this room he hadn’t been able to wait before cutting through her clothes and feasting on her gorgeous breasts. She’d woken up after he’d spent the better part of two hours suckling and biting at her chest by that time he’d moved on to her lower half, but her nipples were still sore and hyper sensitive.

Shota ground his hips against the bed, sucking harder, groaning at the taste of her skin and the feeling of her hole fluttering erratically around his thrusting fingers.

The burning coil in Iris’s belly had wound tight as he worked her closer and closer to her orgasm, it felt like anything at all would set her off. Every thrust of his fingers fanned the flames of her approaching climax, and just when she began to grow impatient Shota pressed down hard on her clit and bit down on her nipple, hard.

Iris squirted with a scream, eyes rolling blindly while she babbled incoherently, “Shhh- sshhho- shhhhh…” Her feet kicked wildly when he dropped back between her thighs once more to taste the fountain of her juices, it didn’t stop as he lapped at her tender sex, or when he suddenly nipped her clit. She kept cumming as he continued the onslaught of pleasure, fingering her while he drank her nectar even when she stopped cumming and until she did twice more.

Iris didn’t move again for a long time after that. She would wake up clean and dressed and disoriented in a button down that dwarfed her smaller frame, Shota’s giant body curled around her like ivy while he watched her with heart eyes and his familiar dazed smile.

Fin.

Likes, comments and reblogs appreciated. I’d love to know what you guys think 🖤 Should I keep posting my work?

[starlightsv]

Short animation i did a while ago 🌙

Hopefully I will have the motivation to do a fully colored animation one day, that would be so cool(i have so many ideas

☁️Music used: steven universe s1 official soundtrack -pearl's theme

[astralix]

Sailor Pisces' Tags

Answers

〖answers〗♓💃 『dancing around the answer』

Chat/Dashboard Commentary

〖chat〗♓💃 『skipping on the water’s surface』

Ic replies

〖replies〗♓💃 『it’s me mai』

Aesthetics

〖aesthetics〗♓💃 『aquamarine vistas』

Musings

〖musings〗♓💃 『musings along the shoreline』

Quizzes & questionnaires

〖quizzes〗♓💃 『aquatic results』

playlist/soundtrack

〖soundtrack〗♓💃 『singing in the rain』

Character tag

〖maiko enkai〗♓💃 『pisces oceanic aquamarine power make up』

journal/prose/story

〖story〗♓💃 『writ with squid ink』

Shipping headcanons

〖shipping〗♓💃 『flushing scales』

Nsfw

〖nsfw〗♓💃 『shimmering tail』

Headcanon

〖headcanon〗♓💃 『crowned princess of poseidon』

Verse tags

Main verse

〖main verse〗♓💃 『neo queen poseidon』

[g-oblincat]

🌙🐺 Dating is hard - especially when you're a werewolf!

All the Better to Date You With is a game about going on a first date and trying to both not be awkward AND not transform into a wolf.

It was made in two weeks for the Pirate Software Game Jam, with Max programming everything in Godot (+ some music), Alex doing the soundtrack and sound effects, and me on art. It was extremely fun to work with a team on this one, and I'm glad we ended up firmly in my comfort zone with a monster lesbian game :^)

[megumi-fm]

day 45-53/62 of The Tatami Galaxy Challenge🥢

the last picture is literally me i have been running around the whole of last week 💀

paperwork 📤 got my medical tests and reports done 📤 submitted my last set of grade related documents (+ got them approved) 📤 visa related documents 📤 student loan related documents 📤 uni health document submissions in other tasks 👜 went clothes shopping gah it was a whole thing 👜 minor alterations and stuff [1/2] 🧹 lots and lots of chores 🥘 cooked my meals a couple times this week 👟 4.5km walk daily on average (without counting the 11+km walk yesterday T-T) fun stuff 🩰 still figuring out Dash by NMIXX...i've not been getting a lot of time but I've mastered until the chorus nevertheless 💌 went out for lunch with my bestie the sushi was >>>>> 📺 Never Let Me Go and also Where Your Eyes Linger (more or less similar themes and concept and both had top tier yearning and buildup but the climax fell flat at this rate I'll end up with yet another wip story i will never complete 🥲) 🏏 it's T20 WC season!!! and we made it to the finals lets goooo current soundtrack/s aka the IU brainrot 🎂 i am, indeed, 23 and a riddle ✨ whatever~ 💳 yellow C A R D 👡 wearing better shoes thinking thoughts 🔋 just exhaustion from being packed with work... but it's satisfying getting work done :)) 🌙 wonky because it's cricket season xD 💌 my besties have been calling :") we're all so scared of moving away and we're already missing each other so every conversation feels a lot more bittersweet and its all so sdjgfkadfkjgaj gahhh I'm gonna be so homesick soon

yep that's it besties... thank you to everyone who's tagging me in games and sending cute asks I hope I get around to them some time if ever 🥲

[thestoriesfold]

Tonight’s Golden Hour: Introduction

Summary: You find a new beginning. A new country, a new place to live. But this isn’t living, not yet. Something was off.

Pairings: Marc Spector x gn!reader, Steven Grant x gn!reader, Jake Lockely x gn!reader, Y/N is used sparingly.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: angst (barely), paranormal stuff happens.

Warnings: probably cursing and language, death in family!, references to cults, eventual references to witchcraft.

Notes: This is NOT proof read. Horrible grammar- probably. Honestly, I just had to get this part out of the way. Be gentle with me, I’ll actually cry. This series will come with its own soundtrack, you’re welcome.

Masterlist 🌙 Pt. 1

The day was dreary, probably normal for regular Londoners. But that wasn’t normal for you. No, you never planned on being here. Your home was warm when this was cold. You could hear nothing but the city, where as home would offer the potential of hearing the waves of the sea, maybe music. The building in front of you mocked you with its old sense of luxury. You never had anything more than a small house, one that was fit for a lonely person as yourself. You could never understand how your late Nana could ever come to have this. Your family seemed to struggle to stay afloat trying to leave what felt like a cult. It was honestly, it was the only reason you’d ultimately agreed to be here. Those bastards always found a way back into your lives, taking another family member with every prolonged visit. It hurt to know that you were the only one left not falling for the tyrannical brainwashing that had persuaded your loved ones.

That wasn’t completely true, your grandmother died before they could get her back into their grimy hands. That made you, the person standing in the driveway, smile slightly. Maybe she got out after all, escaped. Maybe I have too, you thought. It was one thing to move across the country, it was another to end up halfway across the continent. Yet, here you were, all of your belongings sorted between a suit case, back pack, tote, and carry on bag. Safe to say, moving was easy for you.

You only then felt the chill of the London breeze against your skin. Perhaps, you got ahead of yourself. But that wouldn’t matter any longer, not as you shoved your hands in the fabric of your jacket sleeves and forced onward. The closer you got, the deeper the pit in your stomach grew. The house looked normal, but you ultimately felt off. Your head turned to look behind you, seeing nothing but cars passing by the thrush covered fence, and the steel gate that separated you from the rest of London. The garden that surrounded the house was small, probably perfect for someone like your grandma. You blinked at the rose bush that had started to wrap around one of the porch’s posts.

All you could hear at this point was the sound of cars passing by behind you. You couldn’t pinpoint the feelings churning inside your stomach as you slowly unlocked the front door. The hinges made their old age known as the door swung open. It revealed the main entrance. The small corridor led into the front parlor of the house on one side, the other leading to a lowered study. Your eyes scanned the stairway that led up to the other floor of the house. Your mouth fell agape as you stepped fully into the house. The house was still furnished in your grandmother’s particular style.

“‘M glad she stayed so up to trends” you had enough mind to say as you put your jacket on the coat rack. The house looked like one in a movie. Part of you felt lucky despite the eerie feeling radiating off the walls. You gently shut the door behind you, giving yourself a tour of the front parlor. Antiques lined the house from top to bottom, every piece seemed like it could’ve been a hundred years old. You’d never truly know.

You crossed the corridor, stepping down into the large room of the study your grandmother had left you. Books older than time itself lined the shelves along the walls. You remembered how you’d sit and read together for hours. You remembered your grandmother swearing on putting lavender and a splash of milk in her cup of tea, opting to do it for her oldest grandchild as well.

The sigh that flooded the room was one of emotions that you had held onto for months now. It took so long to get things sorted out, you hardly had enough time to mourn. In fact, your grandma was all you really had anymore after the rest of your family joined that stupid group. Tears gathered in your eyes as you ran your knuckles over an all familiar title. One she’d read you every night as a child. Before everything went wrong.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had taken an hour for you to memorize where everything you would come to regularly use within such a large house was. You sunk into the chair that accompanied a large mahogany desk that rested in front of an even larger mantled fireplace. A sigh passed your lips once more, something you’d come to do a lot as the years blurred on. Your hands gently lifted the computer from your bag, bringing it to the desk and began your search. “Y/N has to get themselves a job” you mumbled. You just needed something for food and transportation. The will made sure that this house would cost absolutely nothing for her grandchild, meaning you didn’t have to do anything extravagant. To your luck an opening at a nearby library was available, several actually. “Guessing the job of a librarian is a dying breed, eh?” You asked yourself as you clicked on the application.

Filling out the information came easy, you finished up quickly. Your back hit the chair, making it lean with you. Your eyes closed slowly. Tomorrow was going to be something else, something new. You just hoped that nothing would screw it up, especially yourself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You forced yourself from bed days later, doing your best to look presentable for the job interview. Your eyes took in the variation of shades that made up the look. You looked normal, maybe the circles under your eyes was what threw you off. A small huff left your lips as you finished getting ready, hoping you’d remember to eat afterwards. Important things, they made you undeniably nervous. Too nervous to eat, too nervous to relax until the damage was done. That’s what you reminded yourself as you stepped onto the coach, paying the fee due to not having a pass just yet. The library wasn’t that far; you knew that, but you didn’t want to risk walking along the streets alone yet. You weren’t from London. The white knuckle grip you had on the bus rail was a reminder of why you missed home. You could walk everywhere.

Your eyes stayed focused on the stops above the headline, eager to get off the damn thing. The man next to you had done a piss poor job of not staring. You could feel the Greek curse leave your lips as you stepped down onto the sidewalk, finding your footing as you took in the large building. Nerves flowed through your body till this point, now you were just dead excited. Working with books, in a huge library. You could only imagine what you could get your hands on.

Hasty with your movements, you quickly stepped through the main doors. Your hands found their way around each other as you approached the counter, an awkward smile gracing your lips as you approached a much older woman. She was older than even your late grandmother. The wrinkled face looked up at you, eyes lighting up to see someone actually show up for an interview. You greeted each other, the old lady taking a while to come around the counter. It didn’t matter, you would wait. Something about the old woman smiling at you like that, would give you the patience of three saints.

“Hello there, darling! It’s so nice knowing the young folk still appreciate places like this” she gestured to the vast room that contained centuries of literature. “I suppose, we should get to business shall we? Here dear, follow me.”

You merely nodded, opting to follow the woman “Thank you so much for accepting my application, this place is beautiful” you admitted. Astonished, your eyes scanned over the two floors of paper. You almost missed Janet calling a man over, his dark curls swirling in different directions as he approached the two of you.

“Ah, Steven! Hello. This is the new hire I was telling you about” you turn to the man in front of you, both hesitating to speak too long for Janet. She ended the silence, looking between the two of you. “Anyway, Steven, would you mind covering the counter while I take ‘em to the office for our little interview?”

He took a second to break away from whatever trance had overtaken him. He could hear Marc’s voice in his head, but he ignored it. He’d gotten better at that lately, offering a lopsided grin as he spoke “It was great to meet you, Y/N. I hope it goes well” he offered a small nod of the head before turning around to the counter.

His face fell as Marc’s voice started in his head, telling him that he made it weird. You didn’t take notice of how his shoulders deflated slightly as Janet directed you to the back office. ‘Great job, Steven. Really’ Marc’s voice dripped with sarcasm as Steven rounded the counter, slowly sitting in the chair.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Both of you walked out with grins, Janet hobbling slightly ahead of you as she approached the front desk. Your eyes met the dark brown of Steven’s, causing you to give him a thumbs up. An almost childlike excitement was rolling off of you, glad that this had gone your way. He mimicked your hands “Congrats! Welcome to our dainty little crew” he chuckled as Janet shook her head.

“Speak for yourself, Grant. Nothing on this body is dainty just yet, young man” her tone had a sense of fire to it, causing you to let out a small laugh “I expect to see you both tomorrow bright and early” she spoke to the you both pointedly. With that, you and Steven exchanged a glance. He was taking in your features the best he could, you were observing him. Almost mentally preparing for whatever tomorrow’s little show of the ropes would be like. You didn’t like not knowing.

You said your goodbyes shortly after Janet took over the counter once more. As your shoes hit the pavement, a grin graced your lips. You’d gotten a job, a nice one at that. Your grin grew as you saw a coffee shop just down the street, still early enough in the day not to be completely flooded. That day was a good day, despite the creaks in the floorboards that night keeping you awake. Despite the shadows that bent and twisted, despite feeling like a presence was watching as you struggled to finally fall asleep.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was like something held you down, eyes wide open as the moonlight flooded into the room. Your eyes looked around, watching as the shadows of the tree outside seemed to curl inwards. Your breath came out as quietly as you could allow it, feeling your fingers twitch. The house creaked as you lay there. You were convinced your mind was playing tricks on you. This was some twisted dream of yours. You had the imagination.

Your body was stuck, pressed to the bed with an unseen weight. At least you thought so, until a book that fell from your dresser jerked your body up from the mattress. A twinge of anxiety burrowed itself in your chest, this house was more than old enough to be haunted or something. But, it couldn’t be that. Right?

Your bare feet on the cold floor made you more aware, more awake as you bent to pick up the book. Your hands slowly turned the book over, allowing you to see the old, and rather dusty cover. You felt your brows furrow as the title was in Greek, mouth falling open as you spoke the title out loud, Greek being your mother-tongue “Εκάτη Σκοτεινή Μητέρα?”

As you finished the last syllable, your door peaked open. The hinges whined loudly, your body jumping as you felt your heart nearly explode. Your breath was labored, you knew better than to move, than to make a sound. But you had to, this was your house now. Your bare feet slowly moved along the cold wood, every other step causing the floorboards to creak beneath your weight. You slowly descended the stairs, opting for the fire poker as a weapon in the case of an intruder. Wide eyes checked every possible crevice of space in front of you, heart beating loudly in your ears.

You found yourself in the study, already having cleared the house of any odd doings. Your hand slowly loosened on the fire poker, not seeing any signs of anyone ever being in the house. With a sigh, you put the poker down. Why was this happening? Looking at the ashes that littered the fire wood, you rubbed what little sleep you had gotten from your eyes. It was early, three in the morning was what the clock said. There was no way you were sleeping. You shook your head, opting to tidy up the study a little. You adjusted small things here and there, coming to the final corner. Squinting at the small statuette that had fallen into the floor. You picked up the two pieces it had broken into, taking in the sight of the bottom’s three womanly figures. In your other hand, you observed three different heads, the one in the middle sporting some sort of moon emblem. Letting out one final huff, you looked at the pieces in your hands “Merida..”

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Translation: Hecate, Mother Darkness.

Also- Merida in an assortment of languages means shit. :)

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