#blesseddark

[jancy-central]

Hello, hello! Welcome to another Smutty Saturday here at JFC.

This week's recommendation is an unfinished work, but even in its unfinished state it's absolutely amazing. It's one of my favorites.

Static (6122 words) by BlessedDark Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers Additional Tags: Radios, Comfort, Smut, Fluff Summary: Its been months since the monsters, but something keeps bringing them back together.

It is now July and our two prompts for this month are Fireworks and Stars. We'll update the pinned post to reflect this, and we can't wait to read what you write!

Don’t forget about @jancyweekend coming up in August… themes are listed already and we will continue posting prompts for those in need of some inspiration.

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[darkfascination]

you want to fuck me so bad in church it makes you stupid 😏💋

Wrapping one palm easily around the circumference of her throat, he smiled, evenly, brimming with malicious intent. “How about I bleed you dry instead?”

[anarchistictrickster]

New Hunter in Town

The rhythmic bumping of the truck’s aged and much abused suspension came to a jarring halt. Instinctively, the devil hunter put out a mostly gloved hand to restrain his sudden forward momentum, and glanced over at the driver with sleep addled eyes. When the burly man noticed his passenger was indeed awake he pointed out the window at the washed out road riddled with water filled potholes and muddy trenches. Dante stared, seemingly comprehended the poor condition, and turned in his seat to look back at the distraughtly wrinkled face.

“No, too bad”, the man said in a thick accent, which Dante suspected was slightly put on in an effort to discourage questioning.

With the best beleaguered sigh he could manage, the Hunter adjusted his scarf— a forced gift from the older woman who had bullied her husband into driving him out here— and opened the truck’s door; a tooth grinding metal shriek following the action.

A burst of cold wind chased away the accumulated warmth in the cabin, feeling merciful, Dante slid out and slammed the door securely shut behind him in a swift motion.  Not a moment after he turned around to face the dilapidated road ahead, did he hear the truck’s transmission grind and begin again to trundle along the only slightly better maintained path.

Inhaling, Dante could smell the forest, old, dense, and wild, as well as the scent of small town living, stew, farm animals, drying spices. It was quite different than the many layered moldering stench of the city, almost refreshing, but he did not linger on such things. Reaching into the inner pocket of his heavy leather coat, Dante started down the road, boots squelching in the thick mud. 

He pulled out a wrinkled page bearing the scars of frequent folding. The cheap ink was mostly faded, but its message could just be made out, at least the keywords that had interested the hunter for hire most, “vampire” and “werewolf”.

A puff of steam surrounded his face as he derisively snorted.  Demons, Devils, possessed mannequins, sure, but he was nearly certain what these country bumpkins were claiming were monsters of legend were merely the large hungry beasts of the mountains coming down to steal an easy meal; which he could hardly blame them.  Shoving the page back securely inside he found himself just on the fringes of the town. 

Few were about, those that were attending to routine tasks that seemed to absorb their attention although surely they could be done by my memory alone.  Eyes skirted about his person, identifying his presence and immediately falling away, paying no mind though they marked him as outsider unconsciously.

Dante smirked, finding their petty antics amusing, he wasn’t planning on lingering long anyway, sure he could find exactly what he was looking for without their assistance. Shrugging to adjust Rebellion’s strap on his shoulder, a signal of his purpose, he moved down to the cross road and stood on tiptoe to look over the low walls, scouting for the largest house— assuming it would be that of the head honcho.

He saw a structure fitting the proper description and began toward it, ignoring the odd passerby as they did the same to him.  A sign on the fence read “Luisza’s House”, and he figured this was the place, just as he pressed his palm to the gate he heard a gentle throat clearing behind him.

Dante turned his head to the side, sardonic grin still in place, “I’ll make this short, I’m looking for the monsters”, he withdrew the paper and waved it vaguely toward the sound. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pale hand point to the left, he gave a distinct nod and flashed his teeth, “thanks” and turned away from the gate to follow in the indicated direction.

———

On this road the snow was fairly clean, dense, though there were scattered prints going erratically to and from the bordering forest. He could sense an artificial stillness, of eyes roving over him, intended malice restrained at the behest of some hidden superior. The wry, sarcastic seeming smile returned as he absently flared his coat to reveal Ivory’s grip, a forewarning to any that might dare.

Before him, out of the white gloom, rose a stone castle that harkened to long lost age. He would have been more impressed if he didn’t spend a majority of his time in old, decrepit buildings and ancient tombs. Raising a foot, Dante kicked open the gate and made straight for the doors feigning complete ignorance of the danger he was surely walking into.

[sseizonsha]

swarms around his face :> ( from my gross bug child daniela )

Been a long time since he's been chased by a swarm of wasps, not since summer meant book reports, nabbing 80 cent pops from the cooler, and the neighborhood boys taking baseball bats to hornets’ nests.

Damn, what he wouldn't give for an ice cold beer and one of Mason Brown's famous bratwurst plates hot off the cart about now. Leon dives into the nearest drawing room and slams the door, draws his entire weight up against the back of it. Somewhere behind the thick oak, the hum furious buzzing dissipates into an airy, playful laugh.

This one puts a whole new spin on the phrase hive mind.

"M'gonna need more than one can of Raid."

[elygor-archive]

             @blesseddark​  said:   ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ( from luxuria )

         He  was  familiar  with  the  voice  by  now,  her  existence  often  being  the  reason  behind  his  summoning  by  witches  and  warlocks,   often  mistaken  by  love  for  those  whom  were  inexperienced  in  the  paths  of  life.  Eligos  would  be  surprised,  were  not  for  his  recent  liaison  with  the  bird.  Why  it  sounded  like  words  of  judgement?  Had  he  allowed  human-like  emotions  to  drag  themselves  into  his  mind?  Ridiculous.  

         Golden  eyes  moved  slowly  from  the  sand  table,  a  small  gesture  of  his  hand  flattening  it’s  miniature  mountains  and  plateaus,  war  pieces  descending  into  sand,  something  to  give  him  extra  seconds  to  study  the  situation.  ❝  Luxuria...  What  an  unexpected  guest. ❞  A  polite  bow  of  his  head  disguised  the  mild  annoyance  caused  by  ignorance  of  what  was  the  working  inside  the  thoughts  of  those  who  weren’t  of  flesh  and  blood.  ❝  Are  you  here  by  your  own  volition  or  on  behalf  of  Asmodeus?  ❞ 

[ulfhrafnx]

#𝑼𝑳𝑭𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑵𝑿: indie , multi - fandom , norse myth inspired 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑 ᚢᛅᚱᚴᛦ original character , 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐫óð𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. primarily based in a fantasy horror setting ( both modern and medieval ) of my own creation. est. 2012. low activity. 20+. written by lady. she / her. eastern standard time. heavily affiliated with dovaeh , s1byls , savagecowboy , bloodytempest & darkfascination. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ♡

➤ 𝙻𝙰𝚆   ➤ 𝙱𝙸𝙾  ➤  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂  ➤ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂  ➤  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 

[stitchfacekiller]

 indie, private and headcanon based rp blog for 𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 , 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 , from andy palmer’s 2015 slasher film the funhouse massacre. triggering content often found in the horror / slasher genre may be present so proceed with caution. 20 +. low activity. written by lady. please read rules before interacting , thank you. ♡ 

      ➤  𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂  ➤ 𝙱𝙸𝙾   ➤  𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂

[shalomkcfanpage]

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[commaful]

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