#also pov? whats that ig

[monster-toy]

A Shadow in the Mirror (A shadow monsterXreader fic) 🛑18+ Content Minors DNI🛑

Rating: Explicit | Pairings: NB/Reader | Warnings: somno

Contains: Somno, oral sex, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding, tentacles, bondage, penetrative sex

Description: You bought a new mirror from an antique store and it came with a little surprise inside.

Note: hello friends this is my first like big writing post here sooo sorry if i fuck it up 😅 anyways hope you enjoy!

The shadow monster watches you, as they always do. They have been since you brought them home in a mirror from a thrift store a month ago. At first it was just from the mirror, watching as you fixed your hair, tidied your room, and slept. You sleeping was their favorite time to watch you. They would slide out of the mirror then, just a liquid shadow flowing across your floor. Their long, ever-shifting body would pull up alongside your bed, dark red eyes level with yours. Their jaws opened and long, impossibly long teeth stretched down their jaw. Thick claws raised, poised just over your chest. They lunged, razor teeth aimed for your neck and-

They paused, merely a hair’s breadth away from your skin. Their long tongue unfurled from their mouth and tasted you softly. A shiver of delight ran down their liquid form. Oh how sweet you tasted, oh how delicious of a meal you would be..and yet. And yet their jaws didn’t snap around you, their claws didn’t bury themselves in your chest. No. They slithered back to their mirror, to observe you more.

A week passed before the monster tried again. They slithered out of their mirror and to your bed yet again. They watched you carefully, your limbs splayed across the mattress, you were on your back and the blanket was flung to the floor. You were in the perfect position to eat. Their claws dragged lightly up your exposed thigh, my how soft and delicate your skin was. They breathed your scent deeply near a pulse point in your throat. My, how delicious you smelled, so sweet. Their tongue tasted you again, they had craved your taste all week, their mouth watering at the mere thought. And now-now they had a different idea in mind. You were too good to kill in one fatal blow, no you tasted too good. They needed to taste you more, to ensure you were ready to be feasted upon. Their claws made quick work of your meger pajamas and finally, all your soft, intoxicating skin lay bare before them. They licked their lips and bared their teeth. Oh, how appetizing you looked, bathed in moonlight.

They set to work slowly, languidly. Their tongue ran agonizingly slow down your sleeping body, tasting every inch of you. They lapped at your nipples, intrigued by the response they got as they did so. Your breath hitched, making them dive beneath the bed. But no, you were still asleep. They returned to their excursion, now intrigued by the responses they could draw from your sleeping form. They drew circles around each of your nipples, watching them stiffen and your back arch slightly off the bed. They lick broad strokes across your chest, red eyes flickering up to your face to see you gasp and squirm more. So interesting. They moved on, licking down to your stomach and lower still. As they reach your hips, tongue following your hip bones, you whine again, hips jolting up. Oh? Another spot? They pause and run their long tongue over your hips and down the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs. More whines and moving, your hand grabbing at the sheets.

As they went to move on a new, sweeter smell gave them pause. They lifted their mouth from your thighs to see your pussy, wet and shiny. And oh it smelled divine! If your skin was this sweet then your pussy must be made out of pure sugar. With a small, eager growl they lunge forward, greedily burying their tongue into your dripping hole. Your response is so loud, they tense but don’t move, your pussy is too sweet, too delectable to move. Their claws grip your hips as they feast on your pussy, licking and sucking and damn near eating it. Their long tongue pushes its way fully into you and they moan, you’re so tight and wet and taste divine. It’s like nothing they’ve ever had before and they have eaten a lot of people.

They drive their tongue in and out of you, nearly feral on just your taste alone. You’re moaning and panting above them, squirming and theisting your hips in your sleep, shoving them deeper and deeper into you. The shadow pools its liquid form around you to keep your body still, claws digging into your hips. They pull back from tongue-fucking you, face wet and glistening. Two liquid tendrils slither forward to hold your pussy open as they flick their tongue across your clit. You moan loudly above them and another tendril snakes out to shove itself into your mouth. Fuck that feels good too, they’ll have to explore that later. They broaden their tongue and drag it slowly up and down your clit, watching your body try to meet them and then shy away as they relent you with it. It’s fascinating, the way your body reacts to them, your pussy dripping as they suck and lick you. You’re breathing faster, harder, body squirming and humping more and more until- a loud cry, muffled by the tentacle shoved in your mouth. They watch your pussy flutter around nothing, gasping.

And then you stiffen and start to thrash. Screaming again muffled by the tentacle you start to gag on. The shadow monster leans over your face and sees you're awake. Oh shit. You saw them, they waver, it's too late to dive under the bed now. You saw them. Well, they might as well make the best of it. The shadow monster grins, impossibly wide mouth with impossibly long teeth glinting with your wetness smeared all over it. You’re horrified, scared, and so fucking wet??? The monster latches itself onto one of your tits, sucking and licking your nipple. You groan and lift your chest up. The monster sucks hard enough to leave a mark before moving back down to your pussy. You’re trapped, their liquid shadowy body somehow holding you down and there’s a tentacle shoved in your mouth. But, it wasn’t trying to hurt you, it was just a horny shadow monster. Best to let it have its way with you and live than try to fight and get actually eaten.

Their tongue was back in your pussy, and they were doing their best to reach your cervix with it, just how long was it? It felt impossible that it could go that deep, how was it so big? They ran their tongue across your g-spot and you saw stars, moaning loudly around the tentacle. The monster paused before doing it again, and again, and again. Your body was jerking, each pass a lighting bolt through you. You’re already so sensitive from coming earlier and this constant assault on your g-spot is becoming too much. They press down on it and you’re gone. You scream around the tentacle as you thrash, your pussy clamping down on their tongue. Trembles rack your body as you come back down, gasping and whimpering. The monster pulls their tongue from you with an obscenely wet sound. And then you feel something else enter you. It's also long and wiggly, but more firm and rounded than their tongue. And it starts to thrust in and out at a brutal pace. Oh, oh it’s another tentacle. You moan as it rams the tentacle in and out, jamming it against your cervix. Fuck, it’s so deep, deeper than you’ve ever felt anything go inside you.

Your fingers claw at the shadowy liquid surrounding you, wanting at least your arms free. The monster moves, releasing you. Your hands fly down instantly to grab at it. The monster feels like how you picture a cloud, soft, barely there and cold. Your fingers claw at them for purchase and they rail into you mercilessly. You’re screaming and crying around them, it’s too much, they’re too much. Your body is thrashing as much as it can under the liquid trapping you to the bed, your arms the only freely moving part of you. And still the monster fucks you, with a lazer focus and aim and hits your g-spotnwith each thrust, battering your cervix. Your pussy is so sensitive, so used already that each thrust feels like you’re about to cum. And then the tentacle in your mouth starts to move, thrusting slowly and carefully at first. It pulls out slowly and your scream pierces the air. They ram it back into your mouth, pushing it down your throat. You gag, fingers scrambling. They pull back, teasing your tongue with it before pushing back down your throat. All the while still drilling into your pussy.

They fuck your mouth and throat, alternating the thrusts so you’re always full, for what feels like hours. You cum countless times, your body exhausted and your voice totally lost. All you can do is whimper and whine feebly through your orgasms, each one more drawn out than the last. Finally, they pull their tentacle from your mouth, and the one in your pussy stills. You lift your head up weakly to see their blazing red eyes staring down at you. And then, their body shudders, the tentacle in your pussy convulses and something is filling you. The monster groans, the only noise they’ve made this whole time as they continue to fill your pussy. It takes probably a good five minutes before they finish, they pull the tentacle out and you feel something leak out of you. The monster then slithers across your floor and back into your mirror. Too terrified and tired to move or even think about what the monster going to the mirror means, you reach down to see what is leaking out of you. You pull your hand back up to see thick cum. You groan and roll your weak body onto your side, you’ll deal with the monster cum in you after a nap.

[nosfelixculpa]

right in front of his tteokbokki

[averlym]

4 on the angst list with Araleyn please I need them to suffer

4 : "but it's my fault, right?" (prompt list here)

[nagararitsu]

biggest thing that doesn’t make sense abt percy weasley is that he is frequently described to be some sort of posh twat but he’s a weasley?? like his descriptions rlly imply to me that percy has an rp accent but that makes no sense at all. like since none of the other weasleys r implied to have an rp accent why the fuck would percy have one?? is he faking one bc if so I understand a little bit more as to why everyone thinks he’s such an asshole. am I reading too much into him being described as pompous?? idk pompous is synonymous in my head to an rp accent. like it just makes no sense for percy to be a posh twat when he’s literally in the same financial situation as the rest of the weasleys

[alicentsgf]

the reaction Alicent’s ‘queer customs’ comment garnered is so fascinating because like... people were so cruel about her over it, but like... was she that wrong? was she?? was it that crazy for her to be disgusted with Rhaenyra - for her to basically go ‘you’re kinda fucked up for getting it on with your uncle in a brothel’. lmao. Alicent’s self-rightousness is a bit justified honestly, even if she goes a bit over the top with it. the Targs are fucked up its like their whole thing - they’re obsessed with their ‘dragons blood’ and maintaining their incestuous bloodline to keep their pet war machines sufficiently bound to them and like. that is WEIRD. that is fucked up. we’re supposed to think so. asoiaf has literally never presented the Targaryen dynasty and their incestuous tendencies as aspirational. and idk maybe its just me, but it actually doesnt seem like much of a character flaw to be disgusted when someone does something disgusting.

and then there’s the fact people will call Alicent a hypocrite for marrying Helaena to Aegon later... as if that choice wasn’t purely political. as if her hand weren’t clearly forced. it was what Targaryen tradition demanded of her. it would have been incredibly stupid to marry Helaena to Jace and with that off the table Aegon really was the only option - Targaryen girls are expected to marry their brothers if possible, especially when they’re the eldest siblings. if she hadn’t married them to each other a lot of people would have been confused tbh. (and i just know the same fans that call her a hypocrite would be commenting on how untargaryen and haughtily pious she and her children are for the lack of incest.) Alicent’s children had already been denied multiple symbols of legitimacy, from Aegon not being named heir to a desperate lack of cradle dragons. she had to give Aegon every symbol of legitimate kingship she could and the last two kings before Viserys married their sisters, as did the conquerer. it just wasn’t an option to have her children marry other people, even if she would have preferred it.

also, is it any wonder she wanted to keep Helaena close? of course she wanted her daughter where she could see her and know she was safe. Alicent was convinced there was going to be a war and marrying Aegon and Helaena was the best choice in light of that. for multiple reasons. she’s not a hypocrite, i will bet you literally any money she still thinks its weird and wrong, but she’s a woman who’s been backed into a fucking corner.

[inbetweenhours]

shitty post finale milo and Scott doodle from last night when I really should not have been awake lol.  Milo is a sappy and he needs to get as many of those new pet names rolling as possible. Mans got raised from the dead and immediately decided this was the first order of business and I love that for him.

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Grimmer is Immune to Johan

Probably a stretch and my reasoning definitely boils down to “because I think that would be interesting and will analyse text based on this premise” so don’t take me too seriously lol (but I’m right)

I mostly wanted to write this because I lament the fact that Johan and Grimmer never really get any proper interactions together despite being, in my opinion, much better narrative foils to each other than Johan is to Tenma. They were made of the same building blocks, but turned out as total opposition to one another. We do get a faint taste of this through Milosz, and that’s actually part of what makes me argue this point: Milosz was saved.

Before really getting into Grimmer vs. Johan, it’s important to draw another distinction. Grimmer and Roberto are the ones often compared, given their ties to one another. They both went to Kinderheim, and both were similarly broken down to hollow human husks, then left the orphanage and began different lives. It’s here, once they moved on, that an important distinction is made.

While little is known about Roberto and so there’s not much to go on here, he indicates while talking to Lunge that he lived as an impersonal mercenary, with no connections to anyone or anything. Because he never speaks on having had any connection of any kind, my assumption here is this has always been the case for him.

Grimmer on the other hand became very much connected to people. While, yes, it was a facade - he didn’t care about them, he was performing a role as a spy - he did still have a grounded existence in which people were familiar with him, treated him like a friend, a husband, a father. Even if it was false, Grimmer had grounded himself by living a life. Roberto was transient, with no other person to validate his existence.

In a way, I connect Grimmer to Nina; both have little to no memory of their childhood, and both were “given” a new name, living their lives under this new persona and growing into a person of their own, holding that new name as a part of themselves. Basically, Grimmer has an identity. He started developing into a proper person, and allowed himself to move forward with his life as that person. And after losing the people that had become his family, he set his sights on a goal to unearth the organization that had put him through everything he endured. While he is contemplating his past here, he’s doing so through the lens of a forward-moving goal; he can’t achieve it if he’s only looking back. Achieving his goal means he has to keep moving forward.

The reason that Johan was able to get to Roberto, and to sway him to perfect loyalty, was because Roberto had nothing to ground him in the present, and nothing to look for in the future. He was stuck in the past, and having someone validate those feelings gave him ground to stand on. He finally had a connection, but that connection was fixing him into his past, rather than pulling him forward. He’s trapped by Johan and sees no future except “the end”.

Overall this is how Johan works; he himself is unable to let go of the past, and sympathizes with people who in turn have traumas they’re unable to let go of, helping them to embrace that part of themselves instead of moving on. Convincing people to kill themselves isn’t that hard when all that exists for them is their past, and the future has no meaning.

This brings us back to the pseudo-conflict between Grimmer and Johan over Milosz. Indeed, Johan is able to break Milosz down and trap him into his past - the trauma of knowing his mother abandoned him. Rationally, if he were able to look forward, he would know that he has a new family now, in the boys that befriended him. But because he was caught in Johan’s trap, the present doesn’t matter. Grimmer, though, was able to break through with one important assertion: that someone wanted him. True his mother may have abandoned him (or died, we don’t even know!) but so long as he looks forward instead of back, there will be people in the world he will meet that do want him, that do love him, that need him in their lives. He gives Milosz a goal: to find the people that can become his new family, instead of wallowing in the despair of not having his mother.

While I do think that Johan would have had the power to reach and break down Grimmer when he was younger, still more freshly out of Kinderheim and barely established as a person, the Grimmer of now is too grounded in his existence and forward-looking for Johan to be able to ensnare him. The only way I think he might have an angle on Grimmer is through Steiner, as Grimmer still expresses visible vulnerability about not being able to control that other side to himself, but I don’t think it would be enough to convince him that the world is full of despair. His connection to the world, even if manufactured some of the time, is too strong for Johan to crack.

I would have loved to see them have a proper discussion in the show, I think it could have been very insightful.

As an aside, I think it’s interesting to consider both Johan and Grimmer’s dialogues with Milosz as being somewhat self-reflective; Johan feels abandoned by his mother, and therefore unwanted in the world, while Grimmer holds onto the necessary belief that someone somewhere in the world wanted him to exist.

[ilynpilled]

another thing with spoiler talk is that it is often exclusive to just these #shocking big deaths for some reason. and i dont even think those things are the most “harmful” spoilers. the thing w asoiaf for example is how significant the utilization of pov structure is. like the whole series is built on key moments of recontextualization. we are deliberately given just a small chunk of information from the lens of a specific pov or side and the way a lot of the themes are conveyed is the challenging of that. like there is so much meaning in structuring so i am so glad people are way more focused on “googoo gaga this mc dies” kind of spoilers and a lot of the key directions the series chose to take and how remain relatively unspoiled because no one is really oversaturating those moments. like i love not getting certain key info revealed until it should be as it would completely recontextualize scenes and characters etc. i love having preconceived notions and those being challenged. because that was very much george’s intention and it is sometimes a key part of his characterization or framing or whatever

[whump-queen]

we were arguing literally two minutes earlier.

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[cyncerity]

me in my dorm room listening to this

[basslinegrave]

have to send 2 packages today and pick one up and then i wanna draw... the sooner i get that done the better but i have to wait a while now before i can go. but im also getting a headache oughhhh whys the weather like it is

[bookishjules]

i feel like the 'i could make/do that' mindset is so invaluable to have. i don't mean in the sense of like going to a modern art museum and insisting that you, a non-artist, could have made the art just as easily. no, that is condescending assholery. the mindset i'm talking about is one more of confidence, of optimism and.. i guess the willingness to put yourself out there, to ask the right questions, to try something new. and to fail, or rather for your vision not to come to fruition. maybe you don't have the tools yet, maybe you haven't acquired all the skills. but at least you could try. and you have confidence in the level of ability you do have to start. oftentimes actually sitting down and doing something is the best way to learn, and the only thing that could stop you from starting is telling yourself 'i could never make/do that'

[ofpd]

decided to make an exr playlist. btw

[lesbianyosano]

still thinking abt dazais last line this chapter i feel like throwing up ngl

[umarthiels]

even more weird victorian psychology/eugenics stuff..... yikes

[kennabeth]

dustfinger: I love all of my children equally, brianna, farid, and [looks at smudged writing on hands] john