#cosmic keyhole

[mistress19o]

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[mattflickart]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

When it comes to dramatic and awe-inspiring pictures of space, few can contend with what appears to be a pic of, well, nothing at all: a fascinating image of what seems to be a hole in the fabric of space, taken by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope.Described as a "cosmic keyhole" by experts, the phenomenon caught by the telescope is what's known as a reflection nebula – part of the debris left behind by the formation of a newborn star, or in this case, a small, multiple star system known as V380 Orionis in the constellation Orion. The ghostly celestial object you see here, named NGC 1999, is around 1,350 light-years from our planet; not far from the Orion Nebula – a star factory of significant size that happens to be the closest of its kind to Earth.That gap in the middle of the reflection nebula really is an empty part of space, though astronomers initially thought it might be a Bok globule: a dense and cold cloud, made up of gas, molecules, and dust, which appears to block out background light. Surrounding the hole we can see a cloud of dust reflecting the light from the V380 Orionis star, which is visible close to the center of the cosmic keyhole. That's where the reflection nebula name comes from, nebula meaning "cloud" or "mist" in Latin. 

The space agencies describe it as "like a fog curling around a street lamp", but at this point the reason for the gigantic gap in the middle of the cloud is unknown. However, were we filming a sci-fi movie, we might say it's the perfect opening for aliens to arrive through – or an ideal spot to place a portal to another Universe.Having first been captured by the Wide Field Planetary Camera 2 on Hubble in 1999, the picture was subject to follow-up observations from telescopes including the ESA's Herschel Space Observatory. The final image and the story behind it is really a group effort from numerous instruments. Hubble has been capturing the stars and galaxies around us for more than 30 years now, and is still going strong. We've recently seen it take a beautiful closeup of the Orion Nebula, and a shot of a strange galaxy 'mirror' created by gravitational lensing. Of course the telescope is about much more than pretty pictures – it's been helping scientists deepen their understanding of the Universe too, whether that's in discovering new asteroids or predicting the death of the Sun.

[via Scott Horton]

[androgynousbirdtale]

Very cool

[requiem-on-water]

Mysterious Cosmic ‘Keyhole’: a reflection nebula in the constellation Orion is a relic of recent star formation – it is composed of debris left over from the formation of a newborn star and it's around 1,350 light-years from Earth. {image credit: Nasa}

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 7th

Stuck In Wall, Sodo/Dewdrop x Reader

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Warnings: Stuck in Wall; Dubcon; dry humping; piv; unprotected sex; trapped reader; semi-public sex; free use?; spanking; cunnilingus; fingering;

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In a moment of surreal disbelief, you found yourself wedged in the narrow crevice of a wall that seemed to have a sinister appetite for unsuspecting victims. All you wanted was to pick up the pen you dropped. Cosmic punishment for carrying too many things - and your habit not having any pockets. The cold, clammy surface pressed against your body, the rough texture of the bricks biting into your skin as panic surged through your veins. You were the proverbial Tinkerbell in the keyhole. Except your keyhole was a hole in the wall in the middle of Papa Copia’s in-the-process-of-being-refurbished suite. Your Papa was going to kill if you were late for your meeting with him.

“Help!” You called out. Repeatedly. But it didn’t feel like anyone could hear you.

You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped for - your voice was hoarse from calling out so much and you were convinced that you’d be stuck there until the builders came in the morning.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

“Dew! Thank Asmodeus! I thought I was gonna die in here.”

“What the hell happened to you? Papa’s out for blood, you wasted his time!” Swiss’ voice came next.

“Oh shit, how long was he waiting?”

“Long enough.”

“Swiss, please go tell him what happened. I don’t want him to kill me.”

“You want him to kill me instead? I see how it is.”

“No! He wouldn’t. Please, Swiss. Or I’ll have to run away and join a Catholic convent for converted Satanists.”

“Please,” Dewdrop said, “you’d burn up in hellfire before you could even reach the front door.”

“I’ll go, but you owe me.” Swiss told you.

You kicked your legs out. “Yes! Whatever you want, please!”

“Well don’t give me that power.”

And with that, you heard a pair of footsteps walk away and the front door of Copia’s suite shut closed. You were now alone with Dew. “We’d better work on getting you out then, I guess.”

Dew’s firm hands placed on either side of your hips and began to gently pull at them - he didn’t want to hurt you. The only problem was where his hands were placed. Sure, if he pulled hard enough, he could get you out of there with no problem. But the firmness and the placement had a heat pooling between your legs that shouldn’t be there. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been touched in a long time. Maybe it was because you were harbouring feelings for this nameless ghoul. Or maybe it was the action of him pulling you out from a vulnerable position, you weren’t sure. But what you did know was that you wouldn’t be mad at him if certain appendages of his touched certain appendages of yours. You vaguely heard Dew speaking, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“What?” You asked.

“How did this even happen, anyway?”

You explained the situation to him.

“Of course, it would be you.”

The more Dew kept tugging, the more your habit rose up. There was a chill around your now damp panties where they had been exposed to the cold air. You were unsure how much of your underwear he could see, but you knew that you were on display for him.

You were also incredibly unaware of how Dew was feeling at this moment himself. The way that you were bent and exposed to him, the way that you were vulnerable at this very moment. He hated himself for how he was feeling but it was affecting him a lot more than what he wanted it to. And he certainly had no plans in acting on his feelings until his body moved forward a little faster than he wanted and his erection landed on your centre. He closed his eyes in brief relief, but now that he’d felt it once, he was desperate to feel it again.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening at first, that you felt what you felt. Dew was a great guy - one of the best. He wouldn’t take advantage of you like this. Never in a million years would he betray your trust. It must have been an honest mistake and that was the thought you had until it happened again. And again. And again. Each time he was hitting your clothed clit precisely and forcing you to hold back moans. You hand flew to your mouth and you shut your eyes tightly. If he was actually helping you and this was just what bodies did then you couldn’t make it weird. Like when your tattooist is leaning over you and you accidentally touch a part of their body you weren’t supposed to - just the nature of the position you’re in.

That was, of course, until you heard it.

It was quiet, barely there, but it was a groan passing his lips. Definitely a pleasured groan. “Dew, what are you doing?” You asked, trying to hold your own sinful noises back.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Sister. I didn’t mean to but now I can’t stop.” He gripped your hips tighter and rubbed himself against your pussy more confidently now his game was up, and his noises came unabashedly, too. Uncaring whimpers and moans fell from his lips as he orchestrated his pleasure using your body: and it was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced, despite any anxieties you were feeling. Not because you didn’t want this - but because -

“Swiss could be back at any moment! With Papa! We shouldn’t do this.” A few of your own whimpers started escaping.

“No, you’re right,” you heard the zipper of Dew’s jeans unzip followed by some shuffling. You felt your panties being moved to the side, your soaking wet snatch now fully exposed to any passers by. “We really should stop.” His now unmistakably bare cock began to run through your completely naked folds, focusing on your clit as he continued to use you to get himself off. His voice was slow and monotonous as if he were entranced by his feelings. “We should stop.”

When his head brushed over your clit, you let out a particularly loud whine which made him thrust a little more next time. “Please, Dew.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. The logical side of your brain was begging Dew to stop what he was doing and help you get out. But the other side of your brain, the incredibly horny, touch-starved side, was begging him to position himself a little higher and just sink all the way home. Stretch your tight, little pussy out until it had molded to the shape of him.

Dew, however, seemed to take it as the latter request. His cock, now completely slicked up by you, was lined up to your entrance the second he heard your beg, and he began to push in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Satan have mercy - how are you so big?” You felt like your eyes were going to bulge from their sockets in a rather cartoonish way. “Where did you hide that thing? You’re tiny.”

That remark earned you a harsh slap on your ass cheek. “I wouldn’t be so mouthy if I were you, Sister.” He was now buried all the way to the hilt. “Not when you have no way to save yourself.” He pulled out of you and slammed back in, the force of it ripping a scream from your throat. You heard him laugh from the other side of the wall before doing it again.

“Fucking hell, Dew!”

“You like that?” He spanked you again.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Use your words and I might.”

“Please do it again, Dew! I wanna feel you do it again.”

He groaned. “You’re so pretty when you beg for it, Sister.”

He did it again, a little harder than before and coupled with another spank.

And again.

And again.

Dew knew what he was doing, and pulled out every move he had saved to fuck you like you deserved. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Sister.” He confessed. His thrusts were so brutal, you could feel the wall shaking every time he entered you.

Soon enough, you felt his thrusts become erratic, and with a quick “cumming!”, he emptied himself into you. “You didn’t cum.” He said mindlessly, his hand coming down on your ass one final time.

He groped your ass cheeks and pushed them up after the hit this time, which caused your labia to spread apart and allowed him to see his own come oozing out of you. He dove into your cunt, slurping his own seed out of you and playing with your delicate clit while his hands continued to pull your body apart. “We can’t have Papa knowing how I just sodomised his personal assistant, can we?” Dew taunted before plunging back in.

Once more, his tongue touched your folds and there was nothing to soften the impact, so you cried out in pain. But as soon as his tongue was on you, it vanished, to be quickly replaced by two fingers prodding at your entrance, pushing in without a fight and starting to work right away. His slender and long fingers curved downward to hit you where you were screaming, taking advantage of your position.

In order to get you to cum before Papa and Swiss arrived, he started to finger you more vigorously, amplifying the squelch of your heat. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink due to the way his fingers were sliding inside of you and how forcefully he sucked on your clit. You eventually came, biting into the knuckles of your fingers to silence the overwhelming need to scream.

That was when you both heard footsteps, and felt Dew’s hands rush to make you decent before the door opened.

“Tesoro!” Papa cried as he entered the room. His voice wasn’t angry, much to your relief. He was desperately concerned. “Topolina, are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”

Still exhausted from your orgasm, you tried your best to reassure your worried Papa that you were mostly okay, save your pride which was incomparably in shatters at the present moment.

Eventually, they got you out of the wall.

But that wouldn’t be the only time you met Dewdrop for a secret rendezvous.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[space-pics]

Hubble Peers at Mysterious Cosmic ‘Keyhole’ by NASA Hubble

[apod]

2024 April 19

The Great Carina Nebula Image Credit & Copyright: Demison Lopes

Explanation: A jewel of the southern sky, the Great Carina Nebula is more modestly known as NGC 3372. One of our Galaxy's largest star forming regions, it spans over 300 light-years. Like the smaller, more northerly Great Orion Nebula, the Carina Nebula is easily visible to the unaided eye. But at a distance of 7,500 light-years it lies some 5 times farther away. This stunning telescopic view reveals remarkable details of the region's glowing filaments of interstellar gas and obscuring cosmic dust clouds. The Carina Nebula is home to young, extremely massive stars, including the still enigmatic variable Eta Carinae, a star with well over 100 times the mass of the Sun. Eta Carinae is the bright star above the central dark notch in this field and left of the dusty Keyhole Nebula (NGC 3324).

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[ton-618-ton-618]

2024 April 19

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The Great Carina Nebula

Image Credit & Copyright: Demison Lopes

Explanation: A jewel of the southern sky, the Great Carina Nebula is more modestly known as NGC 3372. One of our Galaxy's largest star forming regions, it spans over 300 light-years. Like the smaller, more northerly Great Orion Nebula, the Carina Nebula is easily visible to the unaided eye. But at a distance of 7,500 light-years it lies some 5 times farther away. This stunning telescopic view reveals remarkable details of the region's glowing filaments of interstellar gas and obscuring cosmic dust clouds. The Carina Nebula is home to young, extremely massive stars, including the still enigmatic variable Eta Carinae, a star with well over 100 times the mass of the Sun. Eta Carinae is the bright star above the central dark notch in this field and left of the dusty Keyhole Nebula (NGC 3324).

[ryanyflags]

Anattractional / absolnian (anatt or absol/absolni for short) flags part 2 ( ╹ ᵕ╹) ◼️🩶◽️◼️ (Due to the image limit, this is split into 2 posts.)

A continuation of my other aspec flag sets, I decided to make some for anattractional (I really like this label).

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loveless anatt ✦ lovequeer anatt ✦ heartless anatt

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loveflux anatt ✦ nebulattractional

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anattvague ✦ caedattractional ✦ autianatt

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Like the other aspec terms, (some of) these can have multiple names too, with the anattractional, absolnian, anatt, absol, & absolni part being interchangeable. I didn't list every possible term, to keep it brief. E.g. loveless anatt can also be called loveless anattractional, loveless absolnian, loveless absol, and loveless absolni.

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I especially want to mention the nebulattractional flag I made.

It's picked from The Cosmic Keyhole (reflection nebula). For one, I think the colour palette of that nebula is very fitting with the anattractional flag(s). Also, I find the story behind it interesting. The Wikipedia page says people first thought the black center patch was due to extremely dense gas, but later found it's actually just empty space, despite previous beliefs. And it's still poorly understood, like an unexplained phenomenon. I think it's kind of fitting, and that nebula just looks really cool in general.

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@jamiieeez has already made a lot of anattractional flags, using dark red as the main colour / an alt anattractional flag.

I like the dark grey / black theme (even if its not as distinctive), so I'll still post my versions.

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[kpop-stories-21]

Restricted Section | An Unexpected End

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Demon AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Demon!Hongjoong, Human!Reader, mind manipulation(no dub con, I promise), shapeshifting, frightening imagery, mind breaking, bribery, rough sex, pain kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), soul trapping, reader has those babies Hwa put in her and it's very emotional

Summary: With the last key now in your possession, you can finally enter the restricted section and see if there really is a treasure. But what you find inside makes you wonder if you might've bitten off more than you can chew.

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When you awoke, you were alone in Seonghwa's room. The pink-haired Eldritch being was nowhere to be seen, the only indication you had even encountered him was the large key clutched in your hand. A part of you wanted to go look for him, but you held yourself back. You were so close now, all you had to do was unlock the Restricted Section, claim the treasure and you would be able to care for your mom like you'd always wanted.

Upon returning to the main floor of the Library you found an old, battered door set in the wall across from the front desk. An intricate metal lock was set into the door in an "X" shape, with three normal-sized keyholes on each branch and a large one in the middle.

"Now I know that wasn't there before." You said to yourself. "This must be the door to the Restricted Section."

Emptying your pockets onto a nearby chair, you examined the lock to see if there were any indications that you had to put each key in a certain slot.

Sure enough, there was a small symbol above each keyhole except the centre one, but that one was kinda obvious.

The first one you looked at had a spear symbol. It had to be History, so you grabbed San's key and slotted it in. It turned, then clicked. You smiled happily and moved on to the next one.

It only took a few minutes for you to insert all the Guardians' keys, leaving you with Seonghwa's Master Key. Inhaling deeply, you put it in and turned it. There was a loud, audible click! and the door swung inward on creaking hinges.

A draft of icy cold air rushed up to greet you as you nervously eyed the darkness that engulfed the stairs. As you were about to begin your descent, you felt a strange sensation in your stomach and looked down.

To your utter surprise you found that your belly was extremely round and swollen, giving you the appearance of being pregnant and ready to go into labour at any moment. How is this happening? Surely I wasn't asleep that long. You wondered helplessly. Or do the offspring of cosmic entities just develop impossibly fast?

All you knew right now was that you couldn't go into that terrifying darkness and whatever it might be hiding when you suddenly felt like you were about to pop.

At this point you were heavily considering looking for Seonghwa, but there was so much of the Library you hadn't explored yet that you feared getting lost.

A gush of warm liquid soaked your pants and you felt a sharp pain through your midsection. The little ones inside you moved about excitedly, as if overjoyed to finally escape their confines.

Your mind whirled frantically, trying to figure out where you could go to be as comfortable as possible. The only place you could think of was the sofa in the Guardians area, the one Seonghwa had put you on while you were encountering Wooyoung.

Stumbling back through the familiar double doors you made a beeline for the sofa, lowering yourself onto it and heaving a sigh of relief when the strain on your back eased.

Letting out a cry as a bolt of pain seared through you, you wished desperately that Seonghwa would hear you and come running to help. But now matter how many times you screamed in agony or called his name, he never showed.

After what seemed like forever, you felt pressure against your entrance and instinct took over as you began to push.

Hours later you collapsed back on the sofa, exhausted to no end after having given birth to five tentacled babies. You wanted to reach down and hold them close, but you were so worn out that you couldn't find the energy to even lean forward. Darkness took hold of you and your head slumped forward as you passed out.

When you returned to consciousness, the room was silent. Had the babies gone to sleep? Pushing yourself into a sitting position, an alarmed cry left your lips as you glanced down and found that all five little ones had disappeared.

You leapt to your feet, intending to go search for them, when you remembered the Restricted Section. Torn, you chose to trust that Seonghwa had taken the babies and returned to stare once more at the dark void that awaited you.

A flashlight had been placed in a chair close by, and you took it gratefully. A deep breath in, and you began your descent.

As soon as you stepped off the stairs, whispers began to echo around you. You didn't recognize the voice, but its deep and rumbling tone put you on edge. Before you stretched a long, yawning tunnel that extended as far back as you could see. More determined than ever to finish what you'd started, you moved forward.

The further down the tunnel you went, the louder the whispers grew. Before long they became cacophonous and you dropped the flashlight in order to cover your ears with your hands.

Plunged into total darkness, you felt a chill creep up your spine. Something brushed against your left arm and you jolted, hands falling from your ears as you realised the whispers had stopped.

A dark chuckle dripping with malice echoed from directly in front of you and you looked up, eyes scanning your surroundings as you retrieved your flashlight.

You let out a scream at the sight before you, stumbling backwards to create as much distance as possible. The blanketing darkness evaporated, and you saw a treasure chest chained to a pedestal. But it was what guarded the chest that terrified you so.

The creature that stood there was only a few inches taller than you, with the general figure of a humanoid male. Long ebony horns grew up out of his ash blonde hair, curling gracefully around his head with the points almost meeting at the back. One eye glowed crimson with a slit pupil while the other was bright gold and bore a pentagram pattern. His curved black nails ended in sharp points, looking more like claws than actual fingernails.

"Wh-What are you?" You called out, clenching your fists to quell their shaking.

The creature chuckled derisively. "Well I should think that would be obvious. But since you seem to be at a loss for words, I'll just tell you. Don't expect it to happen a second time, though."

The creature bowed smoothly, eyeing you with a crooked smirk as he introduced himself. "The name's Hongjoong, and I'm one of the most powerful demons in existence."

A sliver of confidence poked its head out, and words were leaving your mouth before you could process them.

"How come you're not out causing mayhem then? Surely you can't be that powerful if you've been trapped here."

Anger flitted across Hongjoong's face and he snarled, stalking towards you rapidly. Mentally facepalming yourself for being so dumb, you backed away until you hit a wall and could go no further.

"Just because I can be trapped doesn't mean I have no power, mortal." He spat, face hovering mere inches from your own. "The only reason the Guardians and the Keeper are still here is because I am keeping them here."

Shit, just what have I gotten myself into?

"I-I apologize for angering you. I only wish to take the treasure and leave."

At this Hongjoong laughed loudly. "You still haven't figured it out, have you?"

The hope in your heart faded some as you stared at him in confusion. "What do you m-mean?"

"Silly little Y/N. I was hoping you'd be smarter this time around."

Finally it dawned on you what he was trying to say. "There isn't any treasure, is there?"

"Ding, ding, ding! Give the lady a prize!"

"Then if there's no treasure, why am I even here? Do you enjoy leading people on?"

Hongjoong's grin turned menacing. "No, not all people. Just you, my little dove."

You froze in place, eyes wide at the words you'd only ever heard from your mom. "H-How…"

"You don't remember? I was the one who gave you that nickname after all. But that is not important right now."

As he spoke the room was plunged into darkness again, and everything around you went quiet. You looked around nervously, even though you couldn't see anything.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?"

Movement off to your right. You whirled, still seeing nothing but blackness. Then a light flicked on and you saw a door in the wall. From behind it you could hear a faint voice that sounded like your mother. Against your better judgment, you went towards the door and cautiously pushed it open.

Bright light flooded your vision and you blinked rapidly until your eyes adjusted. You were in…your childhood bedroom? You hadn't lived at home in years, what were you doing here?

"Y/N, your boyfriend is here!" Your mom called through the closed door. "Come entertain him while I finish dinner."

Boyfriend? You didn't remember bringing over anyone before your mom got sick. You'd always been more focused on studying than messing around with guys.

What the hell is going on here?

Unnerved, you stepped out into the hallway of your family home and made your way downstairs to the front door. Opening it revealed a face you couldn't bring to mind, yet felt you should know. All that came to mind was that his name was Kim Hongjoong and he was your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you." He hugged you warmly, his usual fresh cotton scent washing over you and calming your jittery nerves. You hugged him back.

"You saw me three hours ago, what do you mean?!"

You teased, giggling as he stepped back and allowed you to lead him inside.

"What can I say? Three hours is like an eternity when you're not with me."

"Oh, shush. It can't be that bad." You grinned. Hongjoong just shook his head as the two of you entered the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Mom said dinner should be ready soon, so we can just hang out here until she calls for us."

"That sounds lovely, my little dove."

You jerk, body going rigid. Something about that pet name doesn't sit well with you.

"Only mom calls me that." You force out, throat closing as if some unseen force was trying to shut you up. "You…don't get…to call…me…that…you demon!"

A growl came from the man beside you, demonic features springing into view. At the sight of him your memories came rushing back and you scrambled to your feet, hurrying to get as far away from him as you could.

"Stay away from me, you monster!" You yelled, shielding your body and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Y/N, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Your mom's voice pulled you out of it and you looked around, heart pounding wildly.

"Wh-Where is Hongjoong?"

"He couldn't make it for dinner today, remember sweetie? He had pressing business at the college."

"Oh." Is all you could manage as your mom ushered you to sit at the dining table.

Two plates rested on the polished surface, hidden under silver covers. Something about it had dread rising in your stomach as you eyed the hidden meal before you.

"Dig in, dearie. It'll get cold otherwise."

Swallowing, you slowly reached out and touched the cover's handle. Pain seared your fingers, and panic began to claw up your throat when you realized they were stuck to the handle.

"What's wrong, little dove?" Your mom's voice began to pitch deeper with every word, her skin shriveling and peeling off her body. "Not hungry? Oh that's too bad. You've not had a meal in years, you really should eat something."

The image of your mother flaked away, revealing a maniacal-looking Hongjoong whose grin looked insane and too wide for his face. A red light flared up behind him, casting a bloody sheen over everything and making Hongjoong look truly demonic.

Terror filled you and you let go of the plate cover, fingers no longer stuck. Backing away again, you felt tears fill your eyes as he stood and slowly walked towards you.

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed, vision blurring as tears continued to flow.

Hongjoong's laugh echoed eerily through the room, which was rapidly growing dark once more.

Instead of answering, he spoke as if he hadn't even heard you. "You know, one thing Seonghwa failed to mention is that time flows differently here in the Library. In here, it's only been a few days. But I can see what goes on everywhere and outside, in the real world, it's been years. Your mom's not even alive anymore. She died alone and afraid, thinking that even her own daughter abandoned her in the end. You've lost the only reason you came here, so what will you do now?"

It was like a switch suddenly flipped in your head at his words. All the pain, the grief, and the torment suddenly cut off, as if a door had been shut. Your mind was empty, as blank as a fresh canvas.

Noting the vacant look in your eyes, Hongjoong chuckled. "Oops, I think I broke her."

"What do you want?" The words were flat, leaving your lips without tone or inflection.

Hongjoong's grin widened impossibly.

"That's quite simple, really. All I want is you. I hate seeing you in torment like this, and I can make it stop for a bit. All I ask is that you let me give a sampling of what I can do for you. Let me help you feel again, and after that, you get to choose what happens."

"Alright." You agreed numbly.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and the aroma of cotton laced with sulfur filled your senses. The heady scent invoked a sense of calmness and security you hadn't felt since your mom got sick. Your body relaxed into the demon's side, bringing a more genuine smile to his face.

He snapped his fingers and the room changed. You found yourself in an extravagant bedroom, rich colours and opulence everywhere you looked. The walls were papered in a floral pattern of red and gold, the floor covered in thick red carpet. A large four-poster bed took up most of the space, with sheets and bed curtains made of red velvet and gold brocade.

Hongjoong lifted you onto the bed and climbed up beside you. "This is gonna feel so good, Y/N, I promise. I just have one question for you: am I allowed to go rough?"

You nodded almost frantically. "Please, I-I want to feel something!"

Hongjoong smirked delightedly. "As you wish, my beloved."

Gently he removed first your clothing, then his own. His lips wrapped you up in a wild kiss and heat flooded through your body, searing your skin to the bedsheets.

Warm hands roamed your body, long nails gently scraping in the best of ways. He broke the kiss to latch onto one of your nipples, nibbling and sucking while his hands slid ever lower.

Two fingers prodded at your folds, careful not to stab as they searched for your g-spot, a low moan letting Hongjoong know when he found it. A third, then a fourth finger slipped in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mmh, Hongjoong please-" you begged, needing to feel him, to feel…anything, honestly.

"Very well, beloved. Just tell me if you wish me to stop."

Without any further warning the demon slammed into you, filling you up in one swift motion that had you seeing stars.

"Oh god, fuck y-yes, just like that!"

The pace Hongjoong set was brutal, pounding into you so hard you weren't sure if you were moaning from the pain, the pleasure, or both.

"Fuck Y/N, you're so damn tight. Wouldn't believe what all you'd taken in that slutty little cunt of yours if I didn't know better."

His nails scratched over your ribs, leaving behind red lines and ripping a moan from you that had him eyeing you in surprise.

"Liked that, did you? You want to feel a little pain?"

"Yes please, H-Hongjoong! Make it hurt, I need to feel something!"

Hongjoong went mind-bendingly fast, bed banging against the wall with every move. His nails dug into your hips, leaving pinpricks of pain that welled with drops of crimson.

"Ah, shit, gonna fuck you full of my cum Y/N. Make you feel everything, every single part of me, and all the bliss that comes with it."

His words burned a coil in your belly that stretched tighter and tighter until you felt ready to explode.

"I'm, I'm gonna-"

"I got you, Y/N, you can let go. Cum with me!"

He thrusted into you one more time, burying himself deep inside, screams of Hongjoong's name flying from your throat as both of you fell over the edge together.

After cleaning up the two of you lay on the bed, panting. Hongjoong turned to you with a smile, horns ripping little holes in the sheets he did so.

"How are you? Feel anything yet, my little dove?"

Pain. A sharp pounding in your head as all the emotions locked away suddenly poured forth, filling you with grief, anger, and fear.

Nearly falling off the bed in your haste, you pulled your clothes back on, backing away from Hongjoong for a third time.

"Why are you doing this? What do you gain from tormenting me like this?"

Hongjoong sighed, expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

"Don't you remember Y/N? Think hard, really hard. It's in there somewhere!"

Taking a deep breath, you racked your brain, wading through clouds of fog hovering in your mind. A few good pushes, and a gasp left you as all the suppressed memories came rushing back.

The first time you came to the Library was many lifetimes ago. Back then, it was an actual library, housing all manner of magical texts and other supernatural objects. It was known that the Library was owned by a demon named Hongjoong, and that all his employees were also supernatural beings.

You were the daughter of a simple village witch, looking for a way to bring back a beloved sibling taken too soon. You'd heard the Library had a little of everything, surely there was a book detailing a ritual for bringing back the dead that didn't have dire consequences.

For the next several months you went there each day, searching every book on every shelf. Over time the desk clerk, a kind being named Seonghwa, fell for you and began aiding your search almost to the exclusion of his other duties.

However, Hongjoong had been watching you from afar and also fell for you. When he saw Seonghwa's affections change toward you and that you returned those affections, he became jealous and angry. He used his powers to curse you and everyone in the Library, even the building itself.

He created a loop, a cycle of death and rebirth that would pull you in over and over. He would send out rumours about a treasure in the library to draw you in and then run you through various "trials" to wear down your defenses. At the end he would give you a taste of being with him and ask you to choose. If you didn't choose him, he would take your soul and the cycle would begin anew. He and all the beings who worked in the Library would be trapped within the building, untouched by time, until the day you finally chose him over Seonghwa.

Staggered by the things you now remembered, you gasped at him in horror.

"You think, with all things I remember now, that I'm somehow going to magically change my fucking mind?"

You glared at him in fury, fists clenched tightly.

"Seonghwa was nicer to me than you ever were. Hell, I barely saw you enough to even know if you could be nice to me! I will pick him over you every time, and no mind game of yours will change that."

Hongjoong's face darkened and a snarl twisted his lips.

"Very well then."

A beam of red fire shot from his clawed hand to bury into your chest with a bright bolt of pain. You fell to your knees, screaming in agony as a sensation akin to your insides being pulled out spread through your body.

The red beam slowly retracted, pulling with it a thin strand of white that felt very much like a part of you. When the beam fully returned to Hongjoong, he tenderly wound the white strand around his fingers.

"It's always so pretty, your soul. No matter how many times I take it, it always fascinates me how pure your core is."

He leaned over, watching as you gasped for breath. Your body was growing transparent, fading away without a soul to ground it.

"No matter how many times you die Y/N, no matter how many times you're reincarnated, you will always come back here. Perhaps one day you will see the light and end this cycle of pain, but until then, I bid you farewell."

His features were lit with devilish glee as watched the last bits of you fade away.

"See you soon, my little dove."

[eightyonekilograms]

Reading @jadagul's Part 3 post and I am once again reminded that the real numbers are actually horrifying, in the Lovecraftian cosmic sense. Whenever I am reminded that almost all the real numbers are uncomputable, it feels like a through-the-keyhole glimpse into the reality of what infinity truly means and that's enough to fill me with terror.

[talonabraxas]

'The Pyramid Enigma' Talon Abraxas

Pyramids are far more than ancient stone.

They're celestial compasses, fusing earthly grit with cosmic mystery. Their geometrical precision maps to the stars, bridging the terrestrial and astral. As reality’s perennial symbols, they evoke an understanding of existence that transcends time, place, and dimension. Their wisdom remains undimmed; their silent enigma whispers truths of the universe, guiding our journey through times labyrinth.

An echo of primordial intellect, they ground cosmic energies into the tangible fabric of our existence.

They are not just tombs or monuments, but keyholes unlocking secrets of the universe.

[santoschristos]

'Cosmic Keyhole' Journey Through a Cosmic Portal.

Find your peace in both darkness and light.

“The bad news: There is no key to the universe. The good news: It was never locked.” --Swami Beyondananda

Cosmic Keyhole Image: Mahaboka

[olreid]

hey, wanted to ask because I’ve seen your neverafter opinions around and though i disagree yet understand your points, and am disappointed a bit in the lack of horror or like, rational thought from the pcs in terms of some stuff — with just a few episodes left, how’d you end neverafter? realistically or/and i guess, your way, in both the pcs, players, and audience perspectives. sorry if this is a long question, your opinions are interesting.

lolol i love the way this is worded. "i think youre wrong but go on."

in terms of endings that would be satisfying to me, i dont think there's really anything that fully could make up for the poor execution of the season as a whole but some things i would prefer to the ending i think we're going to get include:

the party do become authors but horror edition, wherein they are forced to face the fullness of what they have chosen to become. they have to grapple with what it means to be an author both in the sense of power over others and in the sense of having become canonical objects of cosmic horror. how do other characters react to them now that they have this power? do they get the same sensation as timothy looking through the keyhole? how does that make the party feel?

full fourth wall break, the characters realize they're in a dnd game and start talking to the audience david ward style, brennan is acknowledged as an author in his own right. the party having to fight brennan as himself is a concept i am interested in

the party is allowed to get what they want (still unclear what this is lol) but they all or almost all have to die to do it. i just love when theres only one survivor #ishmaelnation especially if it's gerard since he already has a whole complex about being useless and not as competent as the children in the party and seeing as he's already overlived like 3 times.

the party does achieve a "happy ending" and an end to the times of shadow only to discover (since they have apparently forgotten) that hegemonic notions of happiness are prisons in their own right and that they've only succeeded in transporting themselves from one horror story to another. the ending is like. "happy" in the sense that the last shot of the graduate is happy, and we close on the party wondering whether what they wanted was worth wanting after all.

there is maybe something to be done with the auroratory and oral storytelling as alternative or intervention into the problems of written narrative posed by this season, especially given that that's the medium the cast are using to tell the story of neverafter itself. idk what that would look like but we have seen in the preview for this week that brennan has directed the party back towards the auroratory so we'll see if that turns out to be anything interesting

true delusional wish fulfillment ending: the princesses trap the party in scheherazade's book so they can learn the true meaning of death via storyfication since apparently it didn't register the first two times; then scheherazade and the princesses make out on top of the closed book. roll credits

[jameswebb-discoveries]

Discovery Alert! James Webb Space Telescope has captured the enigmatic SN 1987A in a new image released on Aug 31, 2023

🔭 The James Webb Space Telescope has captured the enigmatic SN 1987A like never before, revealing intricate details that have left scientists and space enthusiasts awestruck. From the mesmerizing keyhole-shaped core to the delicate crescents that adorn its vicinity, prepare to be captivated by the celestial ballet of materials and energies.

🌟 But that's not all – an equatorial ring, formed eons before the supernova's explosive spectacle, paints a mesmerizing portrait with its vibrant hot spots. And let's not forget the outer expanse, where diffuse emissions and faint outer rings await your exploration.

🎨 The colors in this cosmic masterpiece are as vivid as the tale they tell: blue, cyan, yellow, orange, and red, each representing a different wavelength and a unique facet of SN 1987A's enchanting story.

🔍 Join us on this interstellar journey as we unravel the mysteries of SN 1987A with the groundbreaking insights of the James Webb Telescope. Get ready to witness the universe like never before! 🌌✨

Read the full article here

📸 Image Credits: NASA, ESA, CSA, M. Matsuura (Cardiff University), R. Arendt (NASA’s Goddard Spaceflight Center & University of Maryland, Baltimore County), C. Fransson