#and to be writing on here again soon

[ofgentleresolve]

hi everyone! don't worry i'm not gone, but as my pinned post as said for some time, when i'm on here, i've been setting up the new blog along with the carrd and updating my muses' bond pages and bios there and elsewhere as needed. hopefully i'll be done with it all by the end of the month so i can then carry threads over too <3

[vilintciay]

" Ohh mmfp- FUCK..! Waka- TOSHI!.. Ahgg- God-."

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth. Above you was Ushijima Wakatoshi, ruthlessly pounding into you from behind, keeping both your arms pinned behind your back with a grip of a single hand as he pressed you further and further into the mattress from how hard he was fucking you stupid.

Your head laid turned to the side, cheek pressed up on cushion below as you gazed up at him with your ass in the air, stood and displayed all for him to bury his thick cock balls deep inside your tight, sloppy wet cunt.

"Ahhg- mnpff- mm- yeah! Ohh fuuckk! Yes, yes, right there!"

You mewled and cried out with pleasure, moaning and whining under him while his expression stood the same. A stoic and blank face with dark and lust filled eyes taking up each bounce and jiggle of your tits, ass, and thighs whenever he'd pull out his thick cock out of your tight cunt, plunging back in hard and rough. Grunting only occasionally.

You were out of it. So fucking out of it that you didn't even notice the sound of your apartment's door opening, light shuffling coming from the living room as someone called out a greeting. But it didn't reach you. Too fucked up and cock drunk that you could only focus on the way his hand would lift in the air to land a harsh and almost skin-tearing smack on your ass, squealing with delight as pain mixed with pleasure, stomach twisting tighter and tighter.

Your orgasm was building up fast, so fast you could barely catch up with your own breathing, slowly coming undone beneath him as you writhe, screaming out his name so loud you weren't surprised if you'd get at least 10 noise complaints from your neighbors. Oh wait.. that's right. This wasn't your house.

With a full body shudder, you felt the knot in your stomach completely burst, squeezing down hard on his pulsing cock as you squirted all over him and the bed below before slumping over and panting. What was I thinking of again?

Oh right, this wasn't my house. This... Wasn't my house?

... Oh. Right. It was his house. But only I didn't live here anymore.

It was only then you'd snap out of your daze, the door to the bedroom opening, your head snapping to look over at the door way. There stood a familiar woman, looking dumbfounded.

"Babe..?"

You were now his ex-girlfriend after all.

[radiocity]

The L Word: Lookbook ↳ 2.01, Life, Loss, Leaving

[the-broken-pen]

Can you do a villian with owl characteristics

The hero landed on the rooftop, and then had to stifle an immediate shriek as the villain–well. Not…turned, exactly, from their place sat on the edge of the roof, just…looked backward. With that, unfortunately, all too familiar disconnect between their head and their body. 

“God, I hate it when you do that,” the hero managed, and the villain blinked their slightly too big eyes at them, before grinning. 

“I am aware,” the villain said, and despite how often the villain had done exactly this, turning their head far past the “normal head turn ability”, it still took the hero a second to readjust to the sight. 

“Why on earth do you do villainy when you could make so much money working in the haunted house industry,” the hero said, and the villain squinted at them.

“Because I don’t want to work in the haunted house industry.”

“You could be making a lot of money,” the hero said, and the villain’s mouth twitched.

“What, and you would know? In all your freetime, spent being a clown?”

“I do not spend my freetime being a clown, you little shit–”

“You give distinct clown energy,” the villain observed, and the hero was literally never going to get over this in their entire life–

Footsteps, light an airy, dropped onto the roof behind them, and the hero had to stop themself from pinching the bridge of their nose like an exhausted mother.

“I thought,” the hero grit out, more tired than angry, “I told you to wait over there.”

“Did you?” Their sidekick said, and the hero could hear the grin on their voice even before they appeared in front of them. “Can you cite your sources on that one, chief?”

“Cite my sources–no. No, I am not citing my sources, and I am not doing this right now. Go back over there,” they gestured towards a rather distant rooftop, and their sidekick emitted an impressive pout.

“You do give clown energy,” their sidekick said petulantly, and the hero felt their mouth drop open slightly.

Yeah. They were never going to recover from this one.

“So help me god, if you–”

Their sidekick let out something akin to the unholy baby of a gasp and a squeal, eyes wide as they stared at the villain. “Oh my god that is so cool.”

The villain was making that tiny little smile when the hero looked at them, verging on the edge of soft. The hero was not in the least bit surprised.

“Hello.”

“You have wings,” their sidekick whispered, voice hushed and drowning in awe. They took a single step forward, as if the villain had some kind of magnetic draw to them, pulling the hero’s sidekick in.

“I do,” the villain confirmed. “Do you want to see?”

The hero had never seen their sidekick move that fast in their life. 

“I should have left you home,” the hero sighed, and their sidekick shot them a look that could have drawn blood. The next second, the villain was taking the sidekick’s hand in theirs, guiding it gently over the feathers of their wing. Their sidekick was, appropriately, awed, and the hero was doing their very best to not look too put out by it.

I’m their favorite, the villain mouthed over the sidekick’s head, and the hero had to use all of their very strong and wonderful and saintly will-power to not punt the villain off the side of the building and then ground their sidekick for the next seven years.  

“You are way cooler than them,” the sidekick confided with absolutely zero effort to lower their voice in any shape or form. “Like, way, way cooler. It’s kind of impressive. You’re lapping them with your cool-ness.”

“You are a wretched child, and I disown you,” the hero said, and the sidekick grinned at them.

“No you don’t.”

“I am ordering the papers as soon as we get home.”

“What papers,” their sidekick said. “There were no papers in the first place. You basically kidnapped me, a poor, helpless little street orphan, and shoved me into this ridiculously colored supersuit to do all of your dirty work for you–”

“You are not a street orphan,” the hero said, exasperated, and the villain, goddamn them, was still smiling. “Your mother is a teacher and you live in a three story townhome on the north side. Also, I distinctly remember you picking those colors, and then forcing me to find and dye the fabric for it.”

Their sidekick squinted, somehow mimicking the villain perfectly, before shrugging. “Can’t prove it.”

“I will call your mother right now–”

“Oh, and tell her about the superhero escapades? Yeah, okay, boss, you get right on that.”

“If your mother hasn’t recognized you and your snotty little mouth on the news by now, there’s no helping her.”

“My mouth is not snotty.”

“What? Sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m actually unable to hear whining and sass, in case you were wondering.”

Their sidekick let out an outraged little squawk, with a look in their eye that definitely meant they were one second away from tackling the hero, before the villain, still grinning, intervened.

“You know, if you ever get tired of them, I could always use a sidekick.”

Their sidekick whipped around, before going very still. “Really?”

The villain nodded, and the hero raised a hand in an attempt to stop the possible catalyst of the end of the world from occurring. “Okay, there is absolutely no way they can be your sidekick. One, you’re literally evil, and two, they don’t even have wings.”

Their sidekick visibly deflated at the last part, blatantly human shoulders slumping.

“That can be fixed,” the villain said easily, and the hero hauled their sidekick backwards before they could volunteer themself as the next test subject in the villain’s secret and probably insane scientist laboratory. 

“You are not bioengineering and then grafting a set of wings onto their body,” the hero said firmly, arms full of a squirming and outraged sidekick, who let out a whine.

“Oh my god you are no fun. I take it back, I’m going to disown you.”

The villain laughed. 

“You can’t disown me, you are literally a child.”

“Emancipation is a thing,” the villain offered, and the hero shot them a look as their sidekick attempted, and succeeded, to elbow them in the face.

“You are not helping.”

“In what world would you think I was trying to be helpful to you? Just curious,” the villain said, blasely, and their sidekick laughed before kneeing the hero in the vague direction of a vital organ. 

“Ow. Okay, okay, look, I am so proud you’ve been paying attention in training, but can you please stop trying to do permanent damage to me and my organs? They don’t like that very much. Or at all. Fuck–” their sidekick managed another impressively well aimed hit and the hero promptly dropped them like a sack of potatoes onto the rooftop. Their sidekick, stunned, waited a moment, wide eyed as they blinked up at the hero.

The hero maybe, possibly, did not feel bad, and was also maybe, possibly, going to have bruises. 

“Did you just try to gentle parent me?”

“Did the dropping feel gentle?” The villain questioned, and the sidekick looked like they were trying to muster up tears and failing.

“Did you just drop me?”

The hero rubbed a hand over their brow. “Don’t attack my organs and I won’t drop you.”

“You picked me up!”

“And you tried to literally sell yourself to an evil scientist.”

“There was no selling involved,” the villain interjected, remaining undeterred by the hero’s glare. “I do not participate in human trafficking.”

The sidekick made a flailing sort of gesture. “See! No human trafficking. I’ll even sign a waiver!”

“They are a minor,” the hero hissed at the villain, who once more, shrugged. They looked like they were trying very hard to hide a laugh. “They cannot legally sign that. Do not make me suplex you.”

Their sidekick stilled. “Wait, I kind of want to see that. Keep talking.”

“No,” the hero reprimanded, and their sidekick rolled their eyes. “Absolutely not. Who raised you to be so violent?”

“You did,” their sidekick said, and this time, the villain failed to hide their laugh. Their wings ruffled with the motion, and their sidekick’s attention was immediately drawn back. A second later, the pout reappeared, and the hero sighed. 

“Fine,” the hero said, and something akin to manic glee began to shine on their sidekick’s face. “But,” the hero added, and their sidekick groaned, flopping backwards onto the roof. They covered their face with their hands as they groaned. “No experimentation until your eighteenth birthday. You have to ask your mother first. And no time traveling to your eighteenth birthday, no age potions, no begging your speedster friends to run you there, no time vortexes, no trying to gaslight me into thinking you’re eighteen, and absolutely no attempting to get your age changed in the eyes of the government.”

The villain’s brow raised perpetually higher, while the sidekicked simply groaned again. “You never let me have any fun, you’re the worst, the absolute worst, nobody has ever suffered as much as I am right now–”

“I think you covered all of the bases,” the villain said, looking faintly impressed. 

“This is not the first time something like this has happened,” the hero said dryly. “Please do not give my sidekick wings.”

The villain eyed the hero’s sidekick, who was still moping rather dramatically on the ground. “I dunno. I’m kind of wondering what they’ll come up with to make it happen before their eighteenth birthday. And if they do manage it I kind of feel like that means they earned it.”

“Villain,” the hero hissed, and the villain simply laughed, popping their legs back over the edge of the roof and brushing off their legs as they stood up. 

“Oh, relax,” they murmured when they got close enough. “I would never. But you have to encourage children’s dreams, even if you don’t think they’ll happen. Or, at least, you won’t let them happen. It’s good for their development.”

“That,” the hero said pointedly, towards where their sidekick was throwing a tiny tantrum on the ground still. “Is not a child. That is a moody teenager who needs to work off some issues in their school drama program. Do not encourage them.”

The villain paused for a moment, considering. “Nah. I’m going to encourage them.”

The hero groaned, shifting to drop their head onto the villain’s shoulder. The villain’s wing came around to give them a gentle pat on the shoulder. “There there. Parenthood is hard.”

“I am not a parent.”

“Your creature has imprinted on you like a baby duck. Best of luck with that.”

“I am not a creature,” their sidekick protested from the ground. “I am a critter or eldritch horror at best.”

“Exactly what a creature would say,” the hero sighed, head still slumped onto the villain’s shoulder, and their sidekick let out a wordless shriek of rage from the ground. 

The hero allowed themself one more moment spent half wrapped in the villain’s wing before pushing themself off. They grabbed the center of their sidekick’s super suit, hoisting them onto their feet. “Alright, up you get. I’m calling it for tonight.”

Their sidekick kicked them in the shin. The hero simply looked at them. “Spoilsport.”

“You have a math test tomorrow. If you fail that because you didn’t sleep well your mother will literally skin me alive. Go on. Tell me she wouldn’t.”

The sidekick sighed. “Okay she totally would but also–”

“Nope. That was a complete sentence.”

Their sidekick was not bothered. “--Teenagers don’t even sleep anyways, so really, you’re fighting for nothing.”

“You took a four hour nap on my balcony yesterday,” the hero said, and their sidekick glared at them.

“Napping is not sleeping. It’s an entirely different thing. Like, it’s a vacation. Sleep is if I moved there, to another state or whatever. Dimension, Ohio, doesn’t matter. A nap is like a quick little visit and a pop back.”

The hero stared. “You are speaking a language I don’t understand.”

The villain barked a laugh. The hero watched their sidekick preen slightly, and vowed to murder the villain at the first opportune moment.

“That is absolutely enough out of you,” the hero said, then pointed a finger at their sidekick before they could say exactly what the hero knew they were about to. “Do not start reciting the First Amendment to me, you little heathen, do you know how many laws you break on the daily?”

“Vigilantism is illegal,” their sidekick said. The hero’s face must have done something truly horrific and parental in nature, because their sidekick winced, and, wisely, shut up. 

“I pinkie promise to do no more crime tonight,” the villain said helpfully, and the hero didn’t bother to turn around. 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Maybe, but did it make you feel better?”

The hero hauled their sidekick up onto their shoulder, ignoring the attempted fatal moves their sidekick immediately began cycling through.

“Actually, kind of. So. Thank you for that. Now, I’m going to go drop this thing off at home–”

“I have a name!”

“And possibly apologize to their mother,” the hero finished. The villain simply nodded, like that was the perfectly natural thing to do. 

The villain watched the hero’s sidekick for a moment, before allowing a tiny smirk to play at the corners of their mouth. They’re like a baby you, the villain mouthed once more. 

“Never say that to me again,” the hero warned, but secretly, it made them feel a tiny bit warm. Yes, this is my heathen child creature, and I love them very dearly and want to drop them off a building.

Their sidekick attempted to rear their head around to see the villain, and failed spectacularly. “Wait, what did they say? Hero. What did they say, I want to know, hero, hero,” the sidekick began, and the villain watched, eyes luminous in the black, as the hero slid back into the darkness of the night, their sidekick’s voice fading all the while.

“Hero!,” the sidekick shrieked again. And the villain grinned.

[orengejoshi]

Hell yeah dude congrats on the mini human!!! If you’re craving chocolate chip cookies, brownies etc but don’t want to worry about a messy kitchen after, there’s a few ways to make single servings in a mug in the microwave and a few of them don’t use egg if you’re worried about things like salmonella and any other health concerns that come with not using a conventional oven. Also, if you REALLY want another layer of protection, heat treating flour can kill a lot of harmful stuff as well for extra peace of mind. Either spread a thin layer on a cooking sheet and bake at ≈150°C (converted from freedom units lol) for 10 minutes, or you can nuke a bowl of it in the microwave for 30 second intervals, stirring occasionally.

I know when my mom was having my sister years ago, she had to be careful about things that were normally okay before and my dad would take a couple extra precautions when cooking for us.

I’ve also seen packets of Betty Crocker mix in stores marketed as “(X) in a mug” (the blueberry muffins are my favorite personally)

They’re marketed as just “Mug Treats” and so far I’ve seen one with Hot Fudge Brownie, one with Soft Chocolate Chip Cookie, and another with Funfetti.

Whew, sorry for the yapping 😅 I just remembered you mentioned craving chocolate and sweets so I thought I’d share with the class in case you wanted baked goods quickly and without all the mess afterwards.

Congrats again on the pregnancy, and don’t let the bastards get you down👏 you’re doing awesome

THANK YOU this is godsent, omg🙏🏻😭💗

I'll share it for everyone who's also pregnant or just hungry for no reason🫡 this is amazing and easy (and I'm a great cook and baker! I love being in the kitchen) I made one a week ago and then I made 5 more (aka my own mom made them with/for me) and I said it was literally the best thing my taste buds have ever witnessed in that moment. it really hit the spot. we also threw some cherries from a jar in that bih and it's🤌🏻 chef kiss

I should have put some empty mugs around him but this still conveys an accurate picture of what my past few weeks looked like

[fastboatsmojito]

Frank castle finding one of your plushies left over at his place and sending u pics like this with it everywhere he goes throughout the day </3

[iidilio]

I absolutely love your Sesshomaru Hc! One thing I noticed during my current episode of Inuyasha/Sesshomaru obsession: he. Is. 175cm. (5‘9). And looks like 19.

Now, how would he react if someone of european descent, who are in average a bit taller and curvier than Asians, in their mid twenties turned up? And they had a hair colour that isn’t black? Because yes, his entire family has white hair, Shippo has reddish-brown hair, but most Asians have black hair. (Fun fact: when my family was in China, and my brother had blonde highlights, so many people wanted to make pictures with him, because that was so rare 😂)

So, yeah, what do you think?

[ 🌸 ] waaaait nooo— and besides, we're talking about ancient times. Approximately 500 years ago in Kagome's original time, and over 800 years ago for us now

Girly, they would easily label you as a demon or some celestial being from the heavens 🤭🤍 (it would probably be more the latter tho…)

characters: sesshomaru; some character mentions

…

— Sesshomaru will be curious when he sees you.

— Beautiful blue eyes that could rival any pearl?

— Hair like the sun and curly?

— Pale skin but not sickly, with some freckles?

— Plump and rosy lips?

— Extravagant and dazzling features?

— A curvy and elegant figure?

— Woman, you would really be extravagant, especially with that sweet accent you have.

— You, on the other hand, would be surprised; you're just a foreign exchange student at a university, and by some twist of fate, you became friends with a young girl who goes to a secondary school. You met her when you went to a café and ran into her.

— And one day, suddenly, you're sucked into ancient times by a strange well that was in her house.

— How terrible!

— On the other hand, many people stare at you; you draw a lot of attention at first glance.

— Maybe it’s because of your features or your accent; maybe it’s the way you act and how your body is too different from what people are used to.

— But despite that, you can't help but feel as if someone is watching you from afar.

— What?

— Where is Kagome?

— And why did Inuyasha, Kagome’s boyfriend, whom just days ago you thought was just an irresponsible young man, suddenly have ears and is growling while looking into the distance and—

— Oh.

— Wait…

— Did Inuyasha just call that majestic man over there, who is now staring at you intently, his brother?

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps rambles - listen, Caleb’s a moaning biter hear me out

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I’m serious. Caleb’s a moaning biter—no way around it. You think he’s just gonna sit there all stoic when he’s wrecked? No. When he’s not biting you, he’s sinking his teeth into something. That necklace? That thing’s seen action—caught between his teeth more than once when the moans threatened to slip.

If there’s nothing nearby—no pillow, no sleeve, no shoulder—he’ll bite his own knuckles. His lip. Nearly split the damn thing open once while giving backshots like a man possessed. Just gritted his teeth and kept going, wrecked groans slipping out between stuttering hips, his lip caught so hard between his teeth it left a mark for days. Good thing he looks stupid cute with a bandaid, even if the placement made people stare, but fuck if he cares

Because it’s either that or he moans like he’s coming apart at the seams. And some nights, he does. Bites down and moans, like he’s losing a war with his own mecha body.

It helps, doesn’t it—being rewired a little wrong like that? When he’s got his fist jammed between his teeth, biting so hard his knuckles bloom red. When the pressure leaves tiny crescent moons of blood, when the copper taste lingers long after. And who knows? Maybe that’s why he does it…

Because it’s just too much, too good, too you.

Because you wreck him. Every time. And Caleb wants to feel it—wants to leave marked, ruined proof that it wasn’t a dream. That he had you. That you had him.

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Just a lil thought(:

[eelclaw]

stupid fucking bastard. i am not coping with the leaks

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Lulu, are you still with us? We miss you :,(

hii yes i’m still here! sorry i’ve been so quiet lately, i’ve been having a Not Good™️ time mental health wise and even fandom stuff hasn’t really been bringing me joy, hence why i haven’t been around the last couple weeks. but i’m alive and i hope i’ll be back properly very soon! thank you for checking in, you’re a sweetheart 🫶🫶

[fatuismooches]

There's just something really cute about being the segments' firsts. Their first hand-holder, first kiss, first hug, first date. They all have memories of you from which their creator imbued into them, but they didn't actually do those things with you. It's not their specific memories. It was merely Prime's memories from that stage of his life with you. So, in reality, they're all kind of... sad little clones who haven't felt the touch of love in their entire lives. Solely fulfilling their duty as one of Prime's segments. The affection they remember never actually being experienced by them personally. The feelings never actually felt by them.

The younger segments especially get more worked up about it. Especially when they see you being so blatantly affectionate with Prime. Oh, how they wish that could be them. That you could give them the time of day too. It ends up frustrating them to the point where they nearly break equipment in the process. The older segments are more aware of their place, so they don't show their urges much outwardly, but that doesn't mean they aren't disappointed.

When you finally get comfortable enough around them, they're tripping over themselves to figure out how to persuade you best so that you'll spend them with them instead of the other segments. So that they'll receive lots of kisses and your attention will solely be on them, for the first time since their creation date. (Would you care to join me in dissecting a body, dearest? No, [Name] would much prefer to examine Ruin Guards with me! As if. They would much rather help me out in the lab instead.)

Once you give them a taste of what you have to give, there's no going back. Because the thing about being their firsts, is that they'll demand for you to be their seconds, thirds, and fourths as they truly can't be enough. They might suffocate you, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You have two hands, shoulders, a lap, a back, and more for a reason!

[burningcheese-merchant]

I'm really sorry for asking, I hope this isn't an intrusive question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I've noticed you've toned down your burningcheese posts. Are you taking a break? I hope this ask doesn't come around as being demanding or intrusive. I just really miss seeing burningcheese since there's hardly anything on the tags anymore from what I've noticed. If you are taking a break, please don't feel pressured to answer this post. You deserve a break after everything that's happened

Have I? Doesn't really seem like that to me... But I guess I don't know? Feels like I've been posting and reblogging stuff about them like usual. I guess not? I've been posting a lot about the fankids recently, is that it? Those don't count as burningcheese posts? Haha

But yeah uh I'm sorry if I've given that impression. This ship is still infecting my brain all day every day dont worry haha. I guess i just. I haven't been doing well recently. Nothing to do with internet drama or anything I don't care about that. I've been facing a lot of genuine hardship irl. and i guess it's starting to show on here? Maybe? I'm not really sure. In any case i do apologize if it seems like I'm losing interest or anything like that. Promise I'm not. I'm always thinking about them lol they're a plague. They're a curse. Devsisters owes me reparations at this point. Or rent money for the space in my brain they've been squatting in. Tenant's rights don't exist in my mindscape, they're in big trouble

[jessieren]

Welcome to Jess just made up a random theme in order to post a couple of hot photos... (so what's new...)

And so today's random theme is 'From cute as fuck to eye fuck... '

Damn you Evans

[thedeadthree]

-ˋˏ .·:·. ⊱ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐛𝐲 @pavus — day one: 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

— 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑 . 𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀 . 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐒. 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐈�� 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒.

— 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (mutuals can opt in/out via 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 <3):

@loriane-elmuerto, @carrionsflower, @auricfog, @girliefailure, @sunsofdawn

@risingsh0t, @griffin-wood, @lilywatt, @full---ofstarlight, @grapecaseschoices

@tommyarashikage, @shadowsofrose, @shadowglens, @weisshaupts, @queennymeria

@deadrlngers, @d-esmond, @courtana, @gothimp, @wlwaerith

@unholymilf, @aezyrraeshh, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @shellibisshe, @florbelles

@celticwoman, @neonshrike, @cloudofbutterflies92, @adelaidedrubman, @carlosoliveiraa

@pinkfey, @spookyrares, @yharnams, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood

@theelderhazelnut, @leviiackrman, @ellierenae, @anoras, @lavampira

@dialdrunk, @full---ofstarlight, @imogenkol

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

🏘️

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: DARLING by K. Ancrum.

I didn't mean to binge this in a sitting and a half on a Sunday afternoon, but that's heat advisories for you, I guess. Hello, Contemporary Peter Pan Retelling, and WHAT a gorgeous cover you have.

I read somewhere that this is a super faithful adaptation (like. Beat by Beat fidelity with the source material), which seemed like a neat trick given how utterly Contemporary this was versus the magic of the original. Admittedly, I haven't revisited that source material in many years, but I was pleasantly surprised by how many specifics came back to me as I read through Ancrum's adaptation--Peter's shadow became a jacket, the Mermaid's Lagoon became a drag bar (staffed, yeah, by mermaid-themed queens), flying was scaling Chicago trellises, pirates were cops, etc. Tink (beloved) was there, Nana was there, the Crocodile was there, Detective Hook (begrudgingly beloved) was there, and also there was an ace Russian boy and I love ace Russian boys (iykyk).

I thought Ancrum did a good job keeping the classic children's story tone intact despite the (brutal, brilliant, Holy Shit!!) twist. Although it didn't initially send me, the straightforward, clean prose anchored me to the source story, and by the end I was firmly sold on "good stylistic choice." Overall I had fun!! Planning to revisit it with the source text in the other hand sometime, just to see.