#Killer Fortune Teller

[lifetimemoviereview]

Killer Fortune Teller (2024 Lifetime)

Just when you think they will run out of Killer professions Killer Fortune Teller (2024 Lifetime) #KillerFortuneTeller #Liftime #LMN

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[uncanny-tranny]

Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.

[tititilani]

I can't stop thinking about if Simon had taken Edwin's offer

Like Charles finds Edwin in the hallway as ever but this time there's another boy there too, cowering against the wall next to him. Maybe the dollhead spider doesn't care about Simon, too busy focusing on its favorite target, so Charles is left standing in the hallway with Simon when Edwin is taken.

They get out of hell, but Edwin doesn't confess due to Simon hovering behind his elbow. He doesn't want to confess his emotions in front of his killer, who he probably hasn't even properly figured out how he's feeling towards yet.

The Night Nurse is pissed they came out with an extra soul but Niko's same loophole still applies and Simon stays.

"This is Simon," Edwin says when it's all said and done, finally introducing the boy that's been hiding behind him since the door closed. "He was a...classmate of mine."

"He saved me," Simon says, looking up at Edwin moony-eyed and Charles knows that look and something settles heavy in his stomach.

"Glad to have ya, mate," he tells him even though the words taste sour. This other boy knew Edwin when he was alive, the thought is slightly terrifying to him.

Simon settles in fine with the agency even if the agency feels a little crowded now with five people in it but he continues to moon over Edwin and Edwin just...never tells anyone how they actually knew each other. He reasons it just doesn't matter, that he can't find the right time, whatever.

Charles never really warms up to him, though he tries to hide it, but he sees the looks Simon gives Edwin, a soppy smitten look that is somehow worse than anything Monty or the Cat King ever tried with Edwin because of all of them, Simon arguably knows the most about like Edwardian courting. That, like Edwin, Simon has also survived hell. Charles hates the idea that someone could potentially understand Edwin more than he does.

He hates it so much that nothing further happens between him and Crystal because the idea of Edwin being left alone with Simon bothers him so much. He sees Simon adjusting Edwin's collar one (1) time and it makes him feel sick.

And then there's the fortune-teller.

They only go to her sometimes for cases because she never fails to freak Charles out but her prophecies tend to be accurate like 60% of the time which is pretty good for a fortune teller. She looks at the two of them at the end, because it is just the two of them for once, and then looks just at Edwin.

"How kind you are," she says, the words a compliment but the tone snide. "To house your killer. Pray tell it doesn't come back to you."

"What." Charles says. "The fuck."

Charles is furious, of course, and it takes Edwin a long time to talk him out of smashing Simon's face in with the new cricket bat.

"He's like me," he insists in that quiet but firm voice. Charles wants to scream that Simon is nothing like Edwin - that he doesn't have a fraction of Edwin's kindness or pissiness, that his blue eyes are not nearly as beautiful as Edwin's green - but before he can even open his mouth, Edwin continues. "He...He likes boys, Charles. He likes me."

Oh. Oh.

Charles stares at Edwin who is looking back at him, trying and failing to hide the fact he's terrified, and Charles doesn't give one shit that Edwin likes boys because he's his best mate forever. He's still pissed that Simon is apparently staying but he has to hug Edwin at that. "I'm still pissed you didn't tell me about him," is all he says, swallowing back the other words he wants to say.

Charles grows even more paranoid about Simon being around, who has to get used to the fact that Charles takes to swinging his cricket bat ominously every time he comes within ten feet of Edwin. He finds out that adjusting clothing was an Edwardian courting thing and wants to break something. The very idea the very person who killed his best mate is now trying to put the moves on said best mate pisses him off.

It also makes him think of numerous times Edwin had readjusted his collar or jacket in the past and it makes his non-existent stomach flip.

Eventually, Simon decides he's ready to move on to his after-life and Charles keeps his hands from fisting when he looks at Edwin with that same soppy look. He knows Edwin has forgiven Simon by now but Charles has always been better at holding a grudge and he knows what is going to come out of Simon's mouth before he even asks. He knows that if Edwin says yes, he won't stop him.

Charles also knows that if Edwin does, there is no way he is going to find any kind of his own afterlife.

"You could come with me," Simon says hopefully and the moment after is the longest in Charles' life.

"Thank you, Simon," Edwin says kindly and Charles has to keep himself from crying. "But I have no interest in going anywhere without Charles."

He steps back - away from Simon and back towards Charles. Ears suspiciously pink, Edwin links their hands and they watch as Simon follows the Night Nurse.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 5/14/2024

googled "sample bon mot" in a fit of desperation, considered asking chatgpt to generate me some for 0.2 seconds before the visceral BLEUGH reaction plus remembered that every query is like pouring a 16oz water bottle out on the ground, and figured this series of events would be a better intro than anything else i could come up with

listening

miya folick's Pet Body was off last week's spotify rec playlist. i had liked some individual songs by miya folick (singer/songwriter/alt/indie/dance/electronica) but now i gotta really dive into her discography-- this particular very peppy and upbeat song with dire lyrics is really clicking with me lately as my body overreacts to texas pollen and engages in other known misbehaviors.

the chorus, my god

Proper care and feeding for my pet body

and this verse

I'm just a brain with a pet body Out for a walk until I croak I'm just an ordinary subject In an ordinary book

as my mother used to say, i'm real fuckin sick and tired of being sick and tired!!!

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reading

ough i need to vacuum. i picked up Mrs Vargas and the Dead Naturalist by Kathleen Alcalá for a dollar last summer bc 0) killer title 1) it was a dollar 2) cool cover 3) autographed 4) endorsed by le guin.

kind of fascinating as an object: weird little lesbian (?) boutique press that's still around, idk ive ever seen a notice about steps they took to ensure the longevity of the physical book before?

i find myself bouncing off latin and south american magical realism a lot bc i am not in those authors’ intended audiences/i do not have the background to fully appreciate them. i have a bachelors of science. and that’s fine bc that’s the point! this is one of the very few times post-college where i caught myself thinking “man i gotta find a class to take about this”.

even if i do not understand the wider cultural context or the real-life figures she obliquely references in many of these short stories (i am convinced the bird-voiced singer is based on a real singer), i do appreciate alcalá’s craft: true short stories, she makes her point and then ends it. the twist in Reading the Road specifically— woof that’s gonna stick with me for a bit. a perfect little o henry twist of the knife. i wanted so badly to link this specific short story but apparently nobody has used it to teach anything and the book itself is not widely available/on the internet archive/etc. u will have to find this story of a roadside fortune teller (who is current on all her business permits) and one day's fortune telling, by yourself perhaps through your library

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watching

the prisoner, the seventeen episode british sixties tv cult classic. let's yoink the description from wikipedia.

The Prisoner is a British television series created by Patrick McGoohan, with possible contributions from George Markstein.[2] McGoohan portrays Number Six, an unnamed British intelligence agent who is abducted and imprisoned in a mysterious coastal village after resigning from his position.[3] The allegorical plotlines of the series contain elements of science fiction, psychological drama, and spy fiction.

number six shares a lot of traits with my cat philip marlowe, as they are both hell fucking bent on escaping and all attempts to restrain them just sort of train them to be better at the next attempt? as one might expect from a heavily allegorical sixties show, kind of heavy emotional going so im watching an episode every day or two.

why am i watching this? it's free on my library streaming service (and tubi), and i don't have a lot going on. i love one-season cancelled shows, i love Dad Media, unfortunately i was a navy brat and i do love some cloak and dagger shit. i LOOOOVE a fucked up little town and bureaucracy-as-cudgel. i actually came across this when i wishlisted the game We Happy Few back in 2018, another entry in the "creepy little british towns" genre. have yet to play it

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playing

the cosmology and general backstory of genshin is convoluted as hell (The Gods are real and live in the sky, but some lowercase-g gods are also rulers of the seven nations in-game) but they have been foreshadowing a grand showdown since the very beginning of the game. one player character cannot de- or re-stablize so many regions and engage in so many power struggles without someone taking notice.

i did NOT, however, expect one of the regional god-rulers (purple) to start planning for this divine war in a side cutscene in a seasonal event. a seasonal event around rock n roll rhythm games. absolutely devastated i missed the pink fox lady's rerun right after i had to give my work laptop back and before i got the PC fixed. this game will not run on my iphone 12 for love or money

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making

bit of a depression hovel situation going on. we are slowly rolling that back tho. finally met my landlord during the HVAC replacement debacle, he said that he bought this apartment in 2009, lived here for ten years, and then his parents lived here for a couple years. i am the first non-family tenant, i think. all of the appliances and fixtures are from 2009. i think the fridge will be the next to go. ANYWAY. i asked him what the deal was with the lack of bathroom vents and HE said when he had an air conditioner put in in 2009 the HVAC guy then assured him he only needed the HVAC vents and closed up the actual vents. which is a load of shit. i am not really excited to live here for another year but i really super can't afford to move and finding an apartment in houston the first time was such a goddamn nightmare. i cannot do three years tho. hopefully something will have changed by august 2025.

i have also, through a special cashback bonus reward on my credit card, a sale, a gift card, and cashing in more cashback money, acquired a cat tree for philip. modeled here by mackie bc we did room swapping again as i was writing this. i cannot be bothered to install curtain tiebacks or properly fold anything, as you can see below

[lxstfathier]

Hiii welcome to my blog!

About me: my name is Mar, i’m 22 years old, mexican, autistic, and i love horses, music, literature and fictional characters <3

I’m here just to be horny for men that don’t exist, and hopefully make some friends, so don’t be shy to send me a dm.

As you can see, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes on my fics.

Requests: open! but only as commissions ✨

Masterlist

Star Wars

Good Girl (Luke Skywalker)

Princess (Luke Skywalker)

Mean (Luke Skywalker)

Midnight Sky (Luke Skywalker)

Sith!Luke (Luke Skywalker)

Dom!Luke hcs (Luke Skywalker)

Pornstar!Luke hcs (Luke Skywalker)

Pornstar!Luke thots pt.1 and pt.2 (Luke Skywalker)

Breeding thots / Dad thots (Luke Skywalker)

Lightsaber play thots (Luke Skywalker)

Master!Luke thots (Luke Skywalker)

Threesome thots (Luke Skywalker)

Friends with benefits thots (Luke Skywalker)

Closer (Axe Woves)

Call of Duty

Mi Niña (Alejandro Vargas)

Cachorrita (Alejandro / Rodolfo)

Cachorrita pt.2 Cachorrita pt.3 Cachorrita pt.4

Flowers (Alejandro Vargas)

Mine (Alejandro Vargas)

Heat (Alejandro Vargas)

Storm (Rodolfo Parra)

Animals (Phillip Graves)

Fantasma (Simon Riley)

Daddy!König hcs (König)

Cowgirl (TF 141 + Alejandro)

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Attention (William Afton)

Innocence (William Afton)

William Kinks hcs (William Afton)

Daddy!William hcs (William Afton)

Husband!William (William Afton)

William’s sidechick thots (William Afton)

Midnight Ride

Horny thots (Justin McKay)

Serial killer (Justin McKay)

Mark Hamill

Fortune Teller (Mark Hamill)

Award ceremony thots (Mark Hamill)

Thanks for reading my works!!

[cambria-writes]

You've found the body of a serial killer's latest target. A friendly neighborhood Old Man. You're more honest than most of the kids that have run through the CBI offices. And you're a fortune teller. Alright, so Jane's found the honey pot in you. Now where's the hatchet?

Pairing: Patrick Jane x Original Female Character Overall Rating: A (adult content) Warnings: gun violence, murder scene, blood, mention of gore, kidnapping, implied sexual assault, gunshot wounds, panic attacks, dissociation, OFC goes through it tbh, reader is a fortune teller and vaguely clairsentient, alcohol consumption, probably unrealistic car traveling times (I'm sorry I'm Canadian), light dom/sub, Jane likes saying Good Girl, trauma and traumatic reactions, oral sex, sir kink, fingering, squirting, will update this when I remember what I have inevitably forgotten

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Chapter One: Gold Chapter Two: Tuscan Sun Chapter Three: Citrine Chapter Four: Sunglow Chapter Five: Chartreuse Chapter Six: Freesia Chapter Seven: Sulphur Chapter Eight: Dandelion Chapter Nine: Old Gold Chapter Ten: Solar Chapter Eleven: Yellow Chapter Twelve: Champagne Chapter Thirteen: Cider Chapter Fourteen: Mixer Chapter Fifteen: Chaser Chapter Sixteen: Lemon Water Chapter Seventeen: Oasis Chapter Eighteen: Respite Chapter Nineteen: Cadenza FINAL UPDATE

[thenewgothictwice]

Image credit: Malak Mattar, “When peace dies, embrace it. It will live again” (acrylic on canvas, 2021).

"Habibi Yamma," by Fady Joudah. Fady Joudah’s sixth and newest poetry collection […] was composed during the early months of the genocide in Gaza. It’s available to purchase from Milkweed Editions.

"In the video, the breathless mother is face to face with her son in his dark blue press gear. With all telecommunications severed for fourteen days, he’d been gathering reports on the besieged hospital. They who bomb hospitals and inherit the earth, who fear defeat by social media posts, were done murdering this one. [Editor’s note: This hospital’s cause of death could not be independently verified.] The Palestinian mother says to her son, Habibi Yamma. She holds his hands, turning them over, she’s an anatomist turned fortune teller, circling his waist, running her fingers around his hips—and he lets her. As if she is the tailor of his soul. As if she had seen his death in a recurring nightmare for two weeks, and in it, his hands were crushed, his love handles blown. She’s refusing to accept his wholesome appearance is real. The massacre is over, and it is the hour of the crow. The bulldozers are done with the earth: corpulent, corpuscular, corpsy, corpacetic. The killers fertilizing our memory with our ghosts and laughing: that their memory is immune to our ghosts. Her son has a full head of grey hair. She is wearing a headscarf. She kisses him, and he lets her. He turns one cheek then the other. A Jesus in him. A Jochebed in her. A Hagar. And Fatima is in her, that’s her name. Fatima or Zaynab. Bespectacled, he removes his glasses, gestures at taking off his vest as proof that he’s hiding neither scratch nor wound. “Why did you come, Mother? You didn’t have to come.” He says it tenderly, emitting a calm, a decoy of the horror inside them. She says, “My heart wouldn’t let me, Yamma.” In a second, I am filled with panic over the wickedness that may hunt down one of them to spite the other. The video’s gone viral. In a second, my tears bring my mother’s prayers to my knees. Her visions of safety and ruin, their history in her gasping heart. All her life, all of mine. In Rafah, in 1956, she’s seven, standing at her front door and shouting the names of abducted young men spared their execution—as they reappear on foot, one by one, into the neighbourhood, their mothers unable to ululate their joy next to less fortunate mothers. And me, some two decades later, a third grader, swallowed by his mother’s exhausting grief towering over the precipice, a portent for the rest of my days: No, Yamma, the school bus did not crash. Yes, the field trip was a blast. Habibti Yamma, I lived. Habibi Yaba, I’m alive. I drank from the only well in the only garden of the only heart I have. The well had been fed for years by tears of every type. And all around me are half-strangers. Half-stranger, will you let me give you back your sight? Or do you still think your heart is all yours—that it isn’t like my mother’s country?"

[chambersandfogg]

October 18th, 1921

My dear Mr. Fogg,

What wonderful news! Mister Ziegfeld is certainly unprepared for the competition you’re going to levy against him. Is the theater already fit for mounting productions? If I remember that building correctly, it has always housed a theater, yes? Though I’ve no doubt that you’ll wish to make your own modifications. Whenever it is ready and you premiere your first show, I’ll be in the audience opening night. Just send me the details the moment you have them.

I know you said you don’t have intentions toward making it a magic act, but before you give yourself over entirely to producing musical comedies, I’d urge you to consider a short run of your own. I know that Fogg the Fearless hasn’t performed in many years, nor would you—or should you—want to connect your face with his name at this juncture, but there’s nothing to say you couldn’t create a new stage persona. You were always a terribly talented magician, John, loathe though I am to admit it, and you would be astounded at what modern technology enables in illusion. I would very much like to see what you’d do with it.

That said, the old tricks are as prevalent as ever, and I do mean tricks. The world of entertainment—even the world of thought and discourse in some cases!—is full of mal-intented characters determined to convince his fellow man that spirits are real. While you’ve been busy re-entering the theatrical sphere as a producer with gold-lined pockets, I’ve also been dipping my toe back into our old profession, but this time on the side of the skeptic.

Perhaps you won’t be surprised to hear it. After all, we would get into long arguments all those years ago about the merits of belief versus cold hard facts, with myself always coming down on the side of ‘dullards and fun-killers’ as I believe you put it. Even after our little mishap, it took me many years to believe in anything even close to magic, as you well know. And this is not to say that I do believe in magic—I am as convinced as ever that what has happened to us is a matter of science we do not yet understand—but I do consider myself a more open-minded person. I would go on about how I owe that flexibility in gray matter to you, but I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego even further. I’m sure it is at risk of carrying your head up into the sky now that you own a building that occupies an entire city block of Manhattan.

All this to say, our peculiar circumstances and my willingness to be proven wrong aside, I no more believe in magic now than I did ten years ago. And, you would think, with science and progress moving forward as it does, that that would be true for the general populace world over. And yet the myths persist! Mediums, psychics, and fortune tellers abound. And they are as greedy and tricksome as ever. So, I have taken it upon myself to unmask them.

That’s right, I have made my fun-ruining an art and a job. I’m just getting started, but I’ve so far thoroughly enjoyed following in the footsteps of our colleague, Houdini. This is one area in which I do not mind that we’re both going after the same goal, as I think the endeavor is a pure and civic-minded one. I’ve attended countless séances and the like, and I do supremely hope that one day I shall bear witness to something I cannot explain away, but for now, I am getting great pleasure out of revealing the schemes and strategies these charlatans use to bamboozle those who are willing to pay to have some measure of comfort brought to their lives.

I do not know that I would be bothered so greatly by the falsehoods were they simply in the service of entertainment. But these people are preying on the tenderest emotions that human beings have—grief, hope, and love. A psychic cannot tell you with certainty that your future holds great things, even if it is heartening to hear so in low times. A medium cannot connect you with those whom you have lost, no matter how desperately you wish to speak to them again. If such a talent were real, I know I would pay no small sum to converse with my parents once more. It is only my experience in the art of illusion that prevents me from being taken in by this promise.

If you do include some magic in your new theater, I would implore you to leave out these more manipulative arts. I know that these kinds of gatherings are popular—I certainly get enough invitations to them—but I believe they are, at their core, cruel. And I have never known you to be cruel.

In any case, please write back what you do plan to mount on your new stage. I am eager to see it. Until that time, I am,

Sincerely Yours, CXC

[a letter received by J.S. Fogg]

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[1dastroficfest]

Round 2 is officially finished! Thank you to all our amazing authors and everyone who's supported them! It's been a pleasure to bring the astro fest back for another round, not only to explore different parts of all the wonderful mystics in the world, also to see how people interpret them differently. We learned so much in just a few months and we hope this is a collective feeling. Thank you thank you thank you. We intend to do a round 3 next year, again with different themes. Stay tuned, the sun travels fast through the signs.

Under the cut are all our round 2 fics, please check them out! 🌙🪐☀️

Lullaby Garden by rockstarlwt28 / @rockstarlwt28 Harry/Louis, 29k, prompt: the Moon Tarot reader Louis Tomlinson and fortune teller Harry Styles, better known as the Tomlinson's, are the proud owners of a children's home, Lullaby Garden; in the heart of the hilly town of Scarborough. With eight children to keep them on their toes, the pair aren't short of good-hearted family fun.

I Don't Have A Choice (But I'd Still Choose You) by Wishingforloushair / @wishingforloushair Harry/Louis, 31k, prompt: Pluto Louis Tomlinson is the captain of The Dagger, a pirate ship so wicked his reputation as the Spectre precedes him into every quay, dock, and tavern. When a mysterious package arrives for him seemingly giving him the last pieces of the puzzle to find the treasure of the mythical Nymphaea Islands, he sets the ship on a course to find riches that amount to more than the grains of sand on every beach. The men discover a stowaway on the ship, and to Louis' utter shock the man is Lord Styles, the man who broke Louis' heart years earlier and drove him out to sea in the first place. Loyalties are tested as the past comes back to haunt Louis in a way he couldn't imagine.

we don't fight fair by HelloLovers13 / @hellolovers13 Harry/Louis, 2k, prompt: Mars “What, you think I'll just roll over for you now?” The smirk on Louis’ face was almost devilish. “Yes,” He breathed against Harry’s lips, cocky and sure, like it was a fact of life. It sent all kinds of shivers through Harry. God, but he wanted to. Wanted Louis to have him right against this wall, let everyone see how he fell apart under him. But not tonight. Harry fixed his posture, standing up straighter and trying to get himself under control. “I don't think so, omega.” Or: Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

Catching A Partner by berzerkshires / @berzerkshires Harry/Louis, 24k, prompt: Uranus This documentary follows the story of two people who fell in love in the last place you'd expect. Louis is a detective at the Boston Police Department investigating a trail of recent murders. Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large. This is their story.

It's Only Sunny Cause The Planet's Dying by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 Harry/Louis, 13k, prompt: Sappho The man leans back in his chair and looks down at the tarot cards in front of him. “Wow, that was really impressive. How long did it take you to memorize all this bullshit?” He raises a brow and that challenging look is back on his face, but he’s not even bothering to mask it this time. It makes Louis’ blood run cold. “I beg your pardon?” The man chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “If you take a peek in my wallet that you just stole, you’ll see there’s a detective’s badge in there. Why don’t you come on down to the police station with me and you can explain your methods to me there?” (Or the one where Louis is a thief and a con-artist who’s used to getting what he wants, using any means necessary. And Harry is is the straight-laced detective who might just be tired of always doing the right thing).

a little party never hurt no one by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers Harry/Louis, 3k, prompt: Eros “I did! But now you only want them to be your personal toys. So you get more men to touch you!” Louis pointed at Vang, the one who always wanted to be close to Harry. Harry threw his arms up. “Maybe because I do enjoy their attention, Louis! Maybe I like having them around.” “If you like their attention so much, maybe they should replace me completely.” Or, Louis wouldn't call himself a possessive boyfriend, but can't stand it when the mates touch Harry.

The Heart's Home by homosociallyyours / @homosociallyyours Harry/Louis, 10k, prompt: Chiron Louis is alone in the world, working long hours at a restaurant job that barely pays his bills, when he's roped into helping his bosses with a scheme. All he has to do is guard the special catch they've brought in, the one that they expect will bring them unbelievable wealth. But there's a problem: the creature they've caught is definitely half human, with the heart and soul of a human and the voice of an angel. Louis knows immediately that he can't let this mer-squid, Harry, become a wealthy person's dinner. As they spend more time together, growing ever closer, Louis realizes that he's got to find a way to get Harry back to his home-- the sea --even if the thought of losing him hurts and doing it means risking everything.

Make Me Your Aphrodite by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove Harry/Louis, Zayn/Liam, Niall/Shawn, 16k, prompt: Venus “I just – I don’t know." Harry sighs. "I go on so many dates, and they’re all just… nothing. The guys are boring, or they’re terrible in bed, or there’s just no chemistry. It’s just so frustrating. Enough to make a girl want to give up on men altogether.” “I mean, I did give up on men, like a decade ago,” Louis says, laughing. “Have you tried dating girls?” It’s meant as a joke, but Harry looks thoughtful. “Maybe I should,” she says. “I’ve considered it, but never actually tried – I mean, goodness knows it can’t be any worse than some of the guys I’ve gone out with.” Louis blinks. “Wait, do you – are you serious?” “Why not?” Harry says, pulling out her phone. “I’ll change my Tinder settings right now, look.” She taps the screen a few times, navigating through the pages. “If it doesn’t pan out, then oh well, I’ve had some nice conversations with some nice girls – not the worst thing. Maybe we can even be friends. And if it does…” She smiles. “Well. You know.”

(Gimme a Solution and) Watch Me Run With It by lululawrence / @lululawrence Harry/Louis, 21k, prompt: Vesta This second, this minute, this hour, this day... hell, this week the trend was for Harry to feel overwhelmed. He was having a hard time not drowning in all of the responsibilities he had heaped upon himself and it had exhausted him. Beyond that, really. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even remember why he used to be so focused on getting back on stage every night. Fine. Maybe this trend had been going on for even longer than a week. It might have even been months. Harry is getting dangerously close to his breaking point, and that is when things start to change, starting with a favorite childhood sweet a member of the touring crew leaves for him in his dressing room.

Daylight by ReynaLovegood2 / @reynalovegood2 Harry/Louis, 18k, prompt: the Sun The change in Harry’s behaviour was subtle for the most part, Louis decided. More eye-contact, more upright posture, and the casual ease with which he handled his words and his fingers—a lot of it could be chalked up to late-adolescence induced confidence. He was a teenager after all. Surely they were all still finding themselves and growing into amazing, mature adults with every passing day. And then school started. ~ Or Louis opened up to Harry more than usual when he's in London and it causes Harry to act different. He expects Louis be vulnerable all the time, and Louis has to choose between shutting away his best friend or letting people assume they're romantically involved.

lost in the silver sea by you_explode / @nobodymoves Harry/Louis, 42k, prompt: Echo Non-AU. From MSG 2012 to MSG 2018; or, Harry and Louis keep having their voices silenced, and they keep finding ways to speak.

Thanks again! See you next round! ✨

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

what are your anime recs? you always are posting abt titles i never thought to pick up so im curious.

great question! i'm sick, so i'm not gonna go too indepth, but here's some stuff i think deserves a shot!

Evangelion: my girlfriend made me watch this. it's good. you agree

SSSS. Gridman: what if god was a depressed teenage girl trying to use her kaiju to kill us all. what if a mech had a dissociative disorder.

The Aquatope on White Sand/Shiroi Suna No Aquatope: a failed idol runs away and becomes friends with a teenage girl trying to run & save her family's aquarium. it's got beautiful scenery, with a hint of magic, and focuses a lot on just like, how hard it is to grow up and realize you might not be able to take everything with you. i recced it to my friend & they said it felt unique because the second half is just about them after they graduate high school, feeling lost in their new jobs, but its still like. a very inspiring anime

Insomniacs After School/Kimi wa Houkago Insomnia: two kids with insomnia decide to become part of an astrology club to pass the time. in a lot of ways, it's about them finding solace in someone else when they felt previously felt isolated, learning about photography & falling in love & slowly learning more about each other

Dead Mount Death Play: A necromancer from another world gets placed in the body of a recently dead teenager, befriends his killer, and ends up involved in a variety of misadventures, including befriending the mafia and starting a career as a fortune teller. really great story for anyone looking for a show where every single member of the cast is deeply unhinged in a variety of ways

Shy: Shy is japan's only hero (there are like, 6 total in the world) who got her name from being "so shy she wants to die." she's 14 years old, and living in a world where her fellow heroes have created a world without war, but now a mysterious figure is granting others power & forcing them to use it for destruction. it focuses a lot on the relationship between shy & her best friend, a girl who she was previously unable to save from falling out a roller coaster, which of course makes it very yuriful

i havent actually WATCHED sousou no frieren but i've read the manga, and it's very good. it's about an elf who was part of the hero's adventuring party about 100 years ago when they defeated a demon lord, but being an elf, she's managed to outlive them all & is on adventures with a new party. it's very bittersweet in a lovely way

also watch some precure & experience the magic of friendship

[stormyoceans]

current wishlist for future jimmysea series looks like this

medical drama of my hopes and dreams

historical drama of my hopes and dreams

heist QL of my hopes and dreams

modern remake of the taming of the shrew

fortune teller jimmy x doctor sea adaptation of the ทำนายทายทัพ novel by ดวินทร์

doctor jimmy x spirit sea inspired by the flirting syndrome MV

writer jimmy x florist sea and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) inspired by the maybe this is love MV

single parent jimmy x special agent sea

teacher jimmy x single parent sea

teacher jimmy x teacher sea

scientist jimmy x android sea

surgeon jimmy x pirate captain sea

detective jimmy x serial killer sea

prosecutor jimmy x detective sea (with a fantasy twist?)

journalist jimmy x CEO sea

CEO jimmy x farmer sea

rival athletes

some kind of fantasy with demon king jimmy and human sea

something with bartender jimmy

something with radio host jimmy

something with painter sea

something with boxer sea

some decent bakers/chefs show

some kind of horror!!!!!!!!!

[honourablejester]

Some thoughts for druid villains

So, dailyadventureprompts was asked recently about druid villains who aren’t just environmental extremists, and apparently I just have lots of thoughts on druids in general (which is odd, as they’re not really my favourite class, but apparently I really like the lore/themes behind them more than I want to play them), so I started musing about villainous druids.

I’ve had thoughts in this direction before, see Ylin Dos, my horrendous dustbowl extortionist of a druid, who likes to foul wells and blight crops and drop isolated villages into dire straits before showing up all innocent with goodberry and create/destroy water and purify food and drink and mold earth and asking how much would they pay for him to stay a while and help them through this hard time. Because I like the Pied Piper fairytale and the character of the snake-oil salesman in westerns and depression-era stories.

And I’ve had other thoughts in my urban druid musings above, about spymaster druids in cities, and slumlords/beggar lords/gang leader druids, who again leverage things like wildshape into urban animals and speak with animals to gather information in a city setting, as well as goodberry, again, to gain loyalty among the hungry of the city and either persuade or extort them into working for them. If you’re playing a city campaign or have a hub city, you could definitely turn that into a local villain, a slumlord who takes advantage of hungry urchins to be his eyes and ears, along with the rats and the starlings who watch from every gutter and eave. You could make a boogeyman doing that. The rats are watching! The rats are always watching. The Butcher Bird knows what you’re doing, sir. You’ve got to be careful, you know. He’ll get you. He knows where you sleep. But if you do what he says, if you bring him stuff, and don’t get in his way, sometimes he’ll make a berry in his hand, and he’ll let you have it, and it’ll feed you for a whole day.

And there’s a couple of historical characters/legends that could provide inspiration either. I was thinking about La Voisin, the famous 17th century French witch-slash-fortune teller who sold poisons and aphrodisiacs to the Parisian aristocracy. Possibly this is more of a herbalist than a druid, but I do feel like there’s potential there for an almost Rasputinian figure? The filthy hedge witch of a druid who, in flagrant defiance of her uncouth and distinctly uncharismatic manners, somehow has the ears (and wallets) of a court. Why? Because with the aid of a little plant growth and dedication, her poison garden in its little walled courtyard behind her townhouse blooms so beautifully.

And then, while I was thinking about French history and druids, I thought about the 18th century Beast of Gévaudan. Which was, in all likelihood, a pair or possibly pack of wolves who just developed a taste for human flesh, but was, unsurprisingly, the inspiration for a lot of theories about werewolves and also serial killers. And. If we’re thinking about werewolves and druids, obviously the place to go is moon druids. A circle. A circle of moon druids. Who believe in power and predation, and hunting the most dangerous game. So. Lets tie serial killers and werewolves and cannibals and cults in a bow, and say that the initiation ceremony for this particular moon druid circle, upon reaching second level and gaining wild shape, is to take the form of an animal and, while in that shape, murder someone and bring back some piece of their carcass to the circle as proof. And lets say they’ve been going for a while. So you have this … aura of fear around an area that’s been developing for years or maybe decades or centuries. An area that’s known for horrific animal attacks. Perhaps, like Gévaudan, people have been sent to try and figure out what’s happening here, to stop it, perhaps even royal agents, but the circle is smarter than that, established, and their bloody reign over the area continues unabated. Until, perhaps, the party.

And then. While I was thinking about werewolves and reigns of terror. I was looking at other signature elements of the druid class, and in particular one signature spell. Which is, of course, moonbeam. Because if you’re looking for horror in the druid spell list, ‘ghostly flames that cause searing pain’ does sort of fit the bill, just a little. And the thing I’ve always loved about moonbeam is this little extra effect: “A shapechanger makes its saving throw with disadvantage. If it fails, it also instantly reverts to its original form and can't assume a different form until it leaves the spell's light.”

Moonbeam targets shapeshifters specifically. It’s the spell for druid-on-druid violence. It’s also a great spell for werewolf hunters, and changeling hunters, and supernatural hunters in general. And if we’re setting a scene were moon druid shapeshifters terrorise a population, a close, claustrophobic, paranoid environment … then maybe we could also get our witchfinder general on. So. Let’s make a druid inquisition. Or at least a druid hunter organisation. A druid order or circle dedicated, perhaps fanatically so, to hunting other druids (though there’s room for ancients paladins to also be knocking around with this one). Think about Moonbeam as a witch trial. Questioning under the torture of ghostly flame. Beasts set alight to test if they are shapeshifters in disguise. People set alight to see if they are changelings in disguise. (While we’re talking about witch trials and the druid spell list, I might also mention heat metal as a … very evocative spell, here?)

If you wanted to have two mutually opposed villainous druid factions in a campaign, a little bit of law vs chaos on the evil end of the spectrum, and the moral dilemma of which is worse, or perhaps the need to champion a population desperately pinned between them, why not bring the Eyes of the Moon, the druid inquisition, to town to hunt down the brutal cannibalistic circle of serial killers who have terrorised the province for a decade?

The druid spell list, to be fair to it, is quite metal in places. And if you want to do folk horror, druids are a class of villains that gives you options. Heh.

I do like a villainous druid. And an urban druid. And just the worldbuilding inherent in the druid’s spell list and abilities. They are a fabulous class for lore and themes.

[coeluvr]

Omg, I wonder if the person Fadiya encountered is somehow related to the person that killed us if we chose no to agree to Luceris proposal 🤔 I think they're definitely the one we bumped into when looking for her. All of these unsettling encounters and other stuff happening are making me curious. I'm curious about Selene too 👀 I wonder why the fortune teller was so interest in MC... so many mysteries.

Gosh, I loved this chapter. The way you allow us to shape our MC is great... I love that we can be the type to be charming/polite but let it be kind of mask too. I feel bad for Lancelot, my MC keept lashing at him, understandably so, but he just kept trying to be nice 🥺 Also, I wonder what awaits for an MC that keeps everything bottled up.

And if you pick Hunter they say they want to visit Vesphire so they can understand us better, that was so sweet 😭 (yes, I tested all the answers bc how couldn't I?). Vincent wasn't as bad as I was expecting (can't wait for when he starts having romantic feelings for the MC and his mother is like 'WHY?'). His mother btw, WHAT THE HELL, LADY? MC is just a child and most people are acting like they're the next killer mastermind of all time. And the fact that the servants used to give MC old food and rip their clothes 😭 what a way to keep making a child hate to be alive even more.

I've decided to keep my interactions with Luceris polite as well, no need to make an already bad situation worse, gotta wait until MC actually has some kind of power (I did test the bbc route too tho).

And the play that shows MCs parents death omg, I knew something like that would come up. I hope it comes up again sometime, I find scenes like these to be super interesting.

Much love to Fadiya, she's the only good thing in my MC's life right now. I'm glad MC is able to have someone like her to help make their days a little easier ❤❤ and all her animals too lmao that was super cute!

All in all, amazing chapter 😭 thank u so much for sharing this story with us!

I love long asks like these that are filled with what you guys think 💗💗

Hehe it makes me happy you noticed all the unsettling things! Some of them lead to what happens next chapter but others will have to wait to be uncovered.

Selene is Soarine btw, I don't know how many people actually caught that. 😭

Ikram is crazy which is unfortunate she could've been girlboss but no terrible person instead.

I'm very glad you liked this chapter, thank you for your support! 💗

[finitepeace]

september reads: hannigram

Fortune’s Fool by CoraWritesThings | 25k words, WIP last updated 2022 | In Louisiana, a serial killer dubbed “The Grimm Reaper” has murdered three people and left their corpses in twisted versions of fairytales. Jack Crawford sends Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to follow the case’s leads, and their investigation leads them to the carnival, where an encounter with a mysterious fortune teller leaves Will shaken. Now, it seems as though her predictions for Will are coming true...and that isn’t exactly great news, considering that they include deceit, death, and a deep, soulmate-like connection with Hannibal that holds the potential to be more destructive than everything else combined.

Once More, With Feeling by FourthAxis | 10k words, last updated 2017 | Hannibal sat up, groggy from sleep and confused as he looked around. He was not in a hospital bed, nor the narrow cot of his prison. Or any prison for that matter. The bed was familiar, as was the room, because once they belonged to him before the machine of time and unfortunate events turned it into a walk-in museum for curious tourists. Or -- After taking a tumble off the cliff, Hannibal wakes up to a world several years in the past, his memories intact, and the fateful first meeting with Will just about to happen. This time around his priorities are a bit different.

through a glass by amare | 46k words, M | Will wakes up in a universe where he and Hannibal are dating

les bois du cerf by Breakmybones (CarterReid) | 24k words | Will was different, that was obvious. He dreamed of killers, darkness and flames devouring feathers - things that no normal person would ever think of. But he wasn't normal. And neither was his soul-mark.

He Who Holds the Devil by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 53k Words, WIP | A missing persons case turned homicide sends the FBI overseas, to a grisly scene at the foothills of a medieval castle. A decades old mystery slowly unravels into a complicated web of things best considered unreal, and left untouched. At the center of it, Will Graham bears the burden of madness and suspicion when all roads lead, inexplicably, back to him.

Mischief Nights: A Romantic Comedy for Serial Killers by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 28k words | He’s supposed to be the lure, but somewhere down the line he lost complete control of the situation. It starts with a social worker inside a horse, followed by his psychiatrist driving an hour to the middle of nowhere to bring him homemade pumpkin spice coffee, and ends with an invitation to a dinner party on Halloween. The week can only get so much weirder.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrites | 9k words | Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to. It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

The Borderland State by nekosmuse | T, 42k words | Three years after Hannibal's arrest, Will Graham stands on the front porch of his Georgian seaside home and watches twin headlights navigate the winding stretch of his lane. There is only one reason Jack Crawford would travel all this way, in the rain: Hannibal Lecter has escaped from prison, and no one knows where he is.

How To Save A Life (The Cannibal-Friendly Handbook) by Kittendiamore | T, 3k words | Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer

radon and its daughters by chaparral_crown | 59k words | Hobbs doesn't go away after he dies. Neither does his daughter, or Will's desire to keep her and any that are like her, or Hannibal's insistence that he must, no matter how ill-suited Will thinks he is to be a parent. Season 1 AU.

The Way A Knife Loves A Heart by Linpatootie | 23k words | Will Graham is unprecedented in Hannibal Lecter’s life and he falls for him with a kind of messy violence. This doesn’t bode too well for our Will, but he may not object to it as much as one might expect.

[cambria-writes]

Name: Cambria/AJ Age: 31 years old Country: Canada Languages: French & English (native in both)

Requests are ✅

Tags • About • Poetry

𝐋❜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐭 𝐥❜𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 (hiatus) 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘹 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

The last thing I expected when I was sent to the west was for a renowned alchemist to end up being my first patient. I wasn’t ready for that. Or anything else.

𝐋𝐚 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐫 (oneshot) 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘤 & 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

Annelise has spent her whole life working hard and breaking barriers to get herself somewhere she can say she's content. But these strange dreams and stranger men… well. Women have thrown away their hearts and ambitions both for less.

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐭 (complete) 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Whenever you end up participating in a campaign, even if it’s just to sub in, you always end up being the god damn party cleric. Stands to reason that nothing would change when you end up having to plane shift for real. Fucking figures.

𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 (drabble) 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

It's October 31st 1986, Labyrinth came out a few months ago and you're only human. You have eyes, you know what David Bowie looks like. So what if you want Eddie to wear a fucking suit?

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (oneshot) 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

The weather certainly doesn’t seem to care about your plans, or the fact that it’s Christmas Eve. Eddie does, though, even if he’s a bit stupid about it.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 (complete) updated! 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

You've found the body of a serial killer's latest target. A friendly neighborhood Old Man. You're more honest than most of the kids that have run through the CBI offices. And you're a fortune teller. Alright, so Jane's found the honey pot in you. Now where's the hatchet?

𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬? (teaser) 𝘔𝘪𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Lucid Dreaming (noun) a form of dreaming in which the conscious mind takes control over the contents of the dream

𝐀𝐝 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞

Coming soon!

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐨𝐮— (short story) 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘤

prompt from @alovesongtheywrote: my prompt for you is: orange light!! good luck deciphering that!!